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Breeding season | Best boys (Steve, Billy, Eddie) x FEM!Reader

Summary: Your boyfriend's have always been competitive, what happens when you want to have a baby and they all want to contribute? Breeding season is open!

Cw: Lots of cum, the boys are crazy for reader, competition, lots of swearing, lots of smut, heavy breeding kink, big dicks, belly bulges, cum inflation, overall filth so, enjoy!

"No! I can do it better!"

"Dude you can't even hold your breath for one minute!"

"Says who?!"

"Me that I had to pull your ass out of the pool last summer!"

The bickering continues as you try and zone out of it, your boyfriends always had something to fight about, snapping at each other and then making out furiously with each other

You have been dating Steve Harrington, Billy Hargrove and Eddie Munson since 1985, the three boys ganged up on you one summer and since then they have been up your ass (literally)

It's fall in Hawkins of 1992, your favorite season of the year, perfect for taking walks around town with the constant bickering of your boys, that are no longer boys but grown ass men that fight like they're still in highschool

You're walking at the front of them three, wearing a sweater as the cold wind blows through you, you sigh when you see a couple with their baby, wrapped in a bundle as they sit at the kid's park, happily taking care of their first born that plays in the games, you stop to stare at them, dreamily imagining the woman as yourself and your boyfriends

"Y/n? Y/n you okay?" You hear Steve talk to you as he places his hands on your shoulders "Baby..."

"I-I-" you begin, the other two men stopping their chatting "I want to have a baby" you finally say, making them three perk up

Their eyes lock on what you're seeing and their hearts melt, something awakening in them

"You sure about it?" Billy asks you, you turn to look at them

They have changed with the years, Billy has a dad bod, he still works out but has kept a belly and has a scruff on his chin and a mustache, his mullet is still here, but a little bit shorter, Steve remains with his perfect coifed hair, but a beard is evident in his face, he has the same complexion as always and Eddie, he has more tattoos, his hair is still long but he now ties it up, and he has the biggest beard of them all.

You have aged too, beautifully as they say, and you have been thinking about it for a long time, not just right now, you want a family and you want it with them and now, you switched your birth control for vitamins some months ago and now you're ready to have the talk

"Yes, I'm ready and I want a baby, from one of you, all of you" you say

The idea of three babies, one for each man makes you feel so full and happy

You imagined them all as girls, because believe me, they're all a girl dad

One cute blonde girl, with ocean eyes, you would name her Maysie, one with straight brown hair and freckles, that would be Alice, and an unruly head of curls and doe eyes would be Amelia

They were looking at you like they wanted to eat you alive, they wanted this and they wanted to see you pregnant, so, another competition started

~•~

"No! No! No! You do it like this okay?!"

"Get out of the way Munson, I can do it better!"

"Your mom can do it better!-sorry sweetheart"

You rolled your eyes at their antics, tired of them not pleasing you so you sat up, butt naked in front of them in the bed

"Okay enough!" They all look at you "Billy, you fuck Eddie, Steve come here and fuck me already!"

They scrambled to do as they're told, moans filling the room as Billy starts to fucks into Eddie's tight ass

"Fuck! You're so tight" he moans as he starts to set a brutal pace

Eddie is just a moaning mess, meanwhile Steve is buried in your pussy, hips snapping against your's as his huge cock fills you up

"Fuck baby, you're so wet for me" he moans, holding your legs up in a mating press, he wanted to get you pregnant probably the most

"Mmmm Steve, gonna cum baby" you moan at him, sloppily making out as he whines into your mouth from how you clench around him

"Gonna cum baby, fuck, fuck!" He whined as he stills inside you, groaning loudly

You're snapped out of your thoughts by Eddie's protests of wanting to cum

"No, it's my turn to fuck our girl, can't waste my cum in you" Billy said

Turning you on your belly he angles his dick and fills you up, your eyes roll back and you feel him bulge in your belly, he's probably the biggest one of them three, he fucks into you brutally, just as he was fucking Eddie a while ago

Meanwhile Eddie and Steve make out as they masturbate each other, whining into each other's mouths

"Mmmm gonna fill you up baby, fuck I'm so close"

The mix of your cum and Steve's makes it easier for him to fuck into you, still tight around his cock nonetheless

"Fuck baby, you're milking me so good~" he moans

You feel your climax approaching, being overstimulated already, you cum hard around his cock, queening him like a viper, delicious

"Fuuuuck" he groans filling you with his cum

"Get your hands off me Harrington!" You hear Eddie whining behind you

Soon his calloused hands grab you, laying you on your side as he thrusts into you next to your twitching body

His dick was big too, actually all of them are, you were so lucky you got three boys with huge dicks all for you

"Fuck baby, so wet, your pussy is such a mess" he said in your ear

Holding your leg up while he thrusts into you, making out with him while the other two clean each other up

With a loud moan into Eddie's mouth you came again, he thrusted into you so hard he moved you up the bed, and he came into you

"It will definitely take"

~•~

Some months later, you started to show pregnancy signs, vomits, nausea and some cravings

So you got a test done and...

"It's positive!"

The three men cheered, they didn't care who the father was, they were happy they were having a baby!

The pregnancy was beautiful, your boys took great care of you, your belly grew bigger each month and when you went to know what gender your baby was you were so happy it was a girl!

When said baby was born, you could definitely tell whose baby it was

"Welcome to the world Amelia" you said to the head of curls wrapped in a bundle, cooing back at you

Amelia Munson grew slowly, she was just like her dad, she learnt how to crawl really late, she didn't know how to sit properly without falling to her side and giggling, she loved loud noises so when her dad played guitar she would yell and coo at him, finally when she was 1 year old, you were pregnant again

With Amy being all chaotic and you being pregnant as fuck, Eddie took it in him to take care of his daughter and you, while the other two worked and provided to the house

When your second girl was born, she had a head of brown hair and freckles, Steve's daughter, Alice Harrington was beautiful, just like you predicted it

"Amy! Don't poke your sister's eyes!" You said at the girl who was curious about her sister in her cradle

Amy was growing bigger with time, being more chaotic and unruly, truly like a Munson, meanwhile Alice was calm and collected, they were two and 1 year old now

Your girls were so beautiful, and they seemed to get along greatly, now you just needed a final baby, a Hargrove baby

And said baby came soon enough

The curly blonde baby joined the family some months later, she was just as beautiful, Maysie Hargrove was a copy of her dad

One year later...

With your family now all big and beautiful you were more than happy, complete

You sighed happily as you watched Steve and Eddie play with their girls while Billy carried his girl, too afraid of letting her explore

You were so happy with the family you've built, complete...

Breeding season did catch...

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multific · 11 months

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Attached to You

Modern!AU

Billy Hargrove x Reader

A/N: I'm not a doctor nor am I medically trained, so, there are things here which are incorrect. Please ignore them and try to enjoy the piece as it is. Thank you.

Summary: After a one-night stand, you find out you are pregnant, thanks to your doctor's bad advice, it turned out that your pills weren't effective. Leaving you with a baby, you have lots of decisions to make.

"I only told you because you deserve to know. I don't want anything from you. I will deal with this myself."

Your words rang in his head over and over again.

It had been almost two weeks since he last saw you and now, he wasn't sure what he was doing.

Billy couldn't stop thinking about you. How you smiled at him even when he could see you were close to a breakdown.

It was all meant to be one night. Something he had done many many times before.

When he saw you sitting alone at the bar, he was quick to make his move. Flirting with you was easy as you blushed at every word he said. He soon learned about an ex of yours, the guy, as you explained, was rather obsessive about you and didn't want to let go of you, which is why you were hiding in a bar.

And so, Billy took this as a sign and brought you home.

It wasn't meant to end like this. He always made sure to have a condom with him. All the time. Of course, the one time when he doesn't, he gets someone pregnant...

But even so, you didn't look mad, you didn't demand money or anything from him. You just smiled and moved on.

He didn't even know your name. All he had is a phone number.

"You can delete my number as well. I won't look for you. All I wanted is for you to know since you are the father."

Father.

A word that scared him.

A word which meant nothing to him as he too, never had a father.

The realization hit him like a cold shower, he didn't have a father, so he knows just how hard it is to grow up without one, and here he was, the exact same as his.

He will have a child, who won't know their father. Who will go through the same pain as he did. Who will see their mother slowly crumble under all the pressure.

He is no better than his own asshole father.

This was unfair.

He could run. Men could run from the responsibility since they weren't attached to the baby, but women couldn't.

---

Billy felt like a piece of shit.

It had been almost two months since he last saw you.

And he couldn't help but wonder what 'dealing with it' meant for you. Did it mean you got an abortion? Or did you keep the child?

This was eating him alive.

He needed to find you and have another conversation with you. But you didn't pick up the phone nor did you reply to any text he sent.

He set out to the club he originally met you.

"Why the fuck did I think a pregnant woman would be in a club?!"

IF you were still pregnant.

The next couple days were awful for him.

Trying to find you, he went to the café you invited him to, no sign, he went to a hospital and asked if they knew about you. But of course, they couldn't give out any information.

You were all he could think about.

You and the baby he might have already lost.

Billy didn't feel like himself.

And then, one day, he spotted you. As he was walking down the street when he noticed you on the other side.

He followed you like a creep.

Dodging people, running. He followed you. Tried to call out but since he didn't know your name, it was difficult.

You went into a pharmacy and he stopped by the front door. His heart was beating fast, not only from running.

"Hi. I have some pills prescribed for me." he could hear you say. The pharmacist took a look and turned to you.

"Can I ask for your full name?"

"Y/N Y/L/N."

"You have... pregnancy vitamins prescribed by Dr Drew."

"Correct." you smiled. Oh God, that smile taunted him.

"Alright, let me get that for you."

He felt himself calm a little. Pregnancy vitamins. Why did they have to prescribe those for you anyway? But this meant you still had the baby.

"So, since this kind is... stronger, we recommend you take only one daily. If you skip a day do not take two the next day. Technically these are not vitamins, they are just called that. Is your pregnancy i-"

"The doctor said these are the best for my condition. So I need to take them."

"These are for you not the baby." she was rather rude as you tried to ignore her.

"I know."

"Alright, anything else I can give you?"

"Do you have any of those shooting creams? For when the skin stretches?"

"For the stretch marks? We have one, which is cold and another which is warm. One helps shoot the skin the other helps the marks to be less visible."

"I would like the one that shoots the skin, please. That would be all."

Billy watched as you paid for everything before he quickly exited so you wouldn't notice him.

Pregnancy vitamins... for you not for the baby. And you had a condition?

He watched as you walked away, but as you did a man ran into you. The man continued on while you nearly fell over.

"Watch where you are going, Asshole!" Billy pushed the man as he passed him, before he helped you. "Are you okay?"

He only realized that he was now holding your arm as you looked up at him. When did he get this close to you?

"O-Oh, yes. I'm fine thanks." he saw it in your eyes, you realized who he was soon after as you took a step back. "Thank you." you adjusted your bag before starting to walk and he knew he couldn't let you leave.

"Can we-Can we talk, Y/N?" he suddenly spoke up and you turned to him.

"If you want to." he nodded and you guided him to a nearby park and sat down on a bench.

An awkward silence filled the air.

He knew he needed to talk.

He took a deep breath.

"I was scared when you said you would deal with it, that you meant... abortion."

"I'm not going to lie, I thought about every option. It was one of them but... I decided against it."

"I-I heard you at the pharmacy..."

"Oh, you were there?" you looked up at him, genuinely surprised.

"You got some meds..." he nodded as he pointed at your bag.

"I-The doctor said it is okay to take pregnancy vitamins. But it turned out that I was the one needing them, not the baby. The doctor said my body puts the baby as a priority and takes away nutrition from me. We found out during my eight weeks when I asked the doctor if it was normal that I feel very dizzy. He did some checks and yeah. But... why are you asking me this?"

"Because for the last weeks, I couldn't stop thinking about you and the baby."

"You don't have to. You are not guilty or anything."

"I grew up without a father. I saw my mother going through so much shit. I don't want you to go through all that. I want to be a father to my child. Someone I never had."

You took a moment to fully digest what he just said. He waited anxiously for an answer.

"Look, I will have a baby soon, a baby who can become attached. If they become attached to you and then you later decide that you don't want to do this... I believe that is worse. So, while I do appreciate your concerns, I was nothing more to you than a quick fuck. It is... unfortunate, that I got pregnant, but as I said it is something I am dealing with. So, please, if you don't mean it, don't get involved. You might think now that you want to be a part of this because you pity me or whatever, but if you change your mind..."

"I don't want to change my mind. Yes, it was meant to be a one-night stand but I can't ignore a child. My child. I'm not a coward. I want to be a part of the life of this little one."

You looked into his eyes, trying to figure him out. He looked serious. Maybe he really had a change of heart during the last couple months. You pulled out your wallet and a picture from it. You handed it to him.

He looked at the ultrasound.

"I'm currently 11 weeks along. The baby is 41mm long. The doctor said it's the size of a fig. We don't know the gender just yet, but they are healthy."

"Healthy. Good." he wanted to hand back the photo but you didn't take it.

"I have more at home, you can have that. I have a check-up next week, you could come if you have time."

"I'll be there."

You stood up and were about to walk away when you turned to look at him.

"If you don't come next week. I mean without a good reason, I don't want you to come after. I am already very attached to this little fig, and I don't want them hurt."

"I'll be there, text me the time and place."

You nodded before saying goodbye and walking away.

He stayed, looking at the picture.

"My little fig." he smiled before he too, headed home.

---

Honestly, you were shocked to see him at the doctor's the next week.

Every time he showed up.

He started to take you out to eat afterwards and started to ask more and more questions.

Billy asked you to move into his place which you didn't want but you did go over to his place many times.

You spent most of your weekends there. And lately, you even spent your nights there. In a separate room, but you did stay.

"What are you doing?"

"Shhhh! I heard babies can hear voices, I'm talking to them so they would recognize me when they are born." you shook your head as you continued to look at stuff on your phone. Subconsciously, one of your hands found his hair. You started to run your fingers through his locks as he continued to softly speak to the baby.

"We should get married." you nearly threw your phone at the TV.

"What?" you sat up so quickly you nearly gave yourself whiplash. He moved with you as he sat in front of you. The expression on his face was as serious as ever.

"You heard me. Marry me?"

"Why would I... What? No. Just because of the baby? That is-"

"Logical. We get married, you take my last name and the baby does too. It is logical."

"Did you hit your head or something?"

"What? Why?"

"You? Marriage?"

"Yes."

"Like in the old days? You get the woman pregnant and so you have to marry her?"

"I was thinking more about the baby and you. In case something happens to me, you two would be good on money."

"I don't want your money."

"I know you don't, I am giving it to you and the baby. We don't have to, but you can think about it."

"I honestly don't know."

"I know you probably wanted to marry out of love, fuck I never wanted to get married but here I am. With a baby on the way and with you. You are such an amazing girl, Y/N. I'm happy that you are the mother of my baby."

'"I'm very glad to hear that Billy, however, marriage is a big thing. Now don't get me wrong I have heard about people getting married for less and I'm not the biggest in the love department either. I truly believe you should marry someone you can see yourself for the rest of your life with and not be crazy in love with them but..."

"You told me this before. You said 'but you still believe that there should be love for marriage and not like love between friends.' And then you started crying because you couldn't explain yourself fully and I had to get you ice cream."

"Exactly."

"What would make you want to marry me?"

You placed your hand on his cheek.

"You might think now that its a good idea. You might think now that you would want me by your side forever, but I know Billy that one day, you would look at me and be disappointed that you married me because of our baby. One day you will be in a club, surrounded by girls and drinks and you won't think of me or our child, I want a loyal husband, and I wouldn't want you to throw the accusation at me, saying that you only married me for the baby and you would end up hating me."

"You believe that would happen? That I would regret it all and I would... what? Blame you for it?"

"Yes."

"You think that lowly of me?"

"No, I think that lowly of myself." you let out a sigh. "Look Billy, tell me that we are not here just because of the baby. You wouldn't be here if I wasn't pregnant. You would be out there as you were before. You don't want me, you want the baby. And that is completely fine. And it is all I can ask for. For you to love the kid. That's it."

"But I do love you. You are the mother of my child. How can I not?"

"Billy, please. You only care for me because of the baby. And I know that and it's okay."

Billy wanted to tell you that it wasn't true. That he truly cared for you. More than you could imagine.

He wanted to lift all of your insecurities and show you just how amazing you were.

But he did. Because he was afraid.

Not of losing his old life, but of losing you.

If you didn't believe him like this, he will prove his love in other ways.

---

You smiled as you saw the roses on the table. They looked amazing.

Beautiful white roses with a little note.

You debated picking it up and reading it until you saw your name on the paper.

'To my beautiful wife' it read on the inside and it made you scoff.

Since when did he become such a romantic?

You let out a long sigh.

Billy was trying way too hard. You were afraid one day he will realize this is not what he wants and just pack up and leave.

You were terrified that he will make you get used to his closeness and then pull away, leaving you to fall alone.

You really tried to keep your distance, to not fall in love or to not harbour feelings that would hurt you.

You really tried but it was very difficult because each time you saw his eyes sparkle as he looked at you, each time at the doctor's when he asked something about you or the baby, it made you feel so safe and happy.

When he asked you to marry him, you were ready to say yes. It was your first thought when he asked the question but then you realized your situation.

He doesn't love you to get married. He wants the baby around and that's fine.

You felt like you were lulling yourself into false realities and you couldn't let that happen.

Not with you becoming a mother.

Not with you knowing about his past. It felt like wherever you went you could see girls staring at you, eyeing you up and down. The dark thought of who he had slept with was always in the back of your head.

You knew you should let it go.

But it is easier said than done.

You were making lunch when Billy arrived home.

"Here you are. I actually wanted to go out for food, but I guess its too late now."

"Yeah, maybe tomorrow. Thank you for the flowers." you gave him a small smile.

"Did you like it?"

"Yes, they are beautiful."

"And the card?"

"Card?"

"Yes, wrote it myself actually. Did you like it?"

You turned back to the oven and got the pan out. Billy only shook his head as he smirked before he left to take a quick shower.

Soon, he joined you at the table.

Eating the chicken you made.

"I have an appointment tomorrow."

"I know. It's baby gender time." he smiled.

"Yeah. What would you prefer? A boy or a girl?"

"Either is fine really. What about you?"

"I thought I wanted a son, but lately I have been imagining a little girl and I realized I would be fine with any really."

"Should we have one of those crazy gender reveal parties?"

"Oh gosh, no! You know I hate to be the centre of attention. I'm fine if the doctor tells us."

"Just an idea. Then I can at least finish their room."

"Oh, I did order more things. I wanted to wait for you with the furniture though. Since you want to paint the room."

"We will know the gender tomorrow, so I can paint this weekend, then we can look at furniture and finish it up in a couple weeks." he nodded. "We are a good team, Y/N."

"Yeah, we are." you agreed as you finished your chicken and went to wash your plates.

Soon, you felt his arms move around you as you put the dishes to dry.

The way he held you, you let yourself imagine what if he loved you. What if the baby wasn't an accident? What if he wanted to be here for you?

"Y/N, marry me."

"Billy," you groaned as you turned in his arms, seeing the serious expression on his face you fell silent.

"I am serious. I love you both so much, please, marry me." he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small box, it was a jewellery box so it had to be a ring. And as he opened it, sure enough, it was. A rather expensive looking one at that. "I want to give you and our child the world. I want us to be a real family. Would you marry me?" You needed a moment to think.

"Yes. I will marry you." he smiled as he placed the ring on your finger, pulling you in for a breath-taking kiss.

"I love you so much." he said as his lips moved to your neck. His hands grabbed the back of your thighs as he lifted you and carried you to the bedroom.

"I love you too," you whispered to him as he began to remove your clothes, kissing your baby bump.

His eyes were filled with love, you couldn't look away.

---

The next day, you lay on the examination table with butterflies in your stomach.

You will finally know if you are having a girl or a boy.

Billy stood beside you, holding your hand as he smiled.

"As you can see, the head, two little hands and legs." the doctor said pointing everything out on the screen. "Are we ready to know the gender?"

"Yes." you said as Billy squeezed your hand.

"Let's see... Looks to be a little girl." she said as you looked at Billy whose eyes were glued to the monitor, smiling softly to himself.

"Then we can get the pink shoes you have been eyeing." you said as he finally looked at you.

During a recent trip to the mall, you found him in the kid's section when you were looking for some clothes. You found him standing there with a pink princess shoe in his hand as he smiled at the pink glittery object.

"Looks like we can." he said before he moved to place a kiss on your forehead.

You were really glad you judged him wrong.

You were glad he turned out to be a loving person and he grew into his potential. You knew he will be an amazing father and husband.

Judging by the small smile on his face, it said it all.

The little girl had him wrapped around her tiny little fingers and she wasn't even born yet.

When the doctor left to print out the photos for you, he turned to you, kissing your lips.

"I love you so much." he said before moving back to look at the screen. In the end, it was Billy who became attached to you and your daughter. You felt a wave of happiness wash over you as all of your insecurities and worries left your body.

All that was left was happiness.

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How about 15 from your 3000k with either Arthur Curry or Billy Hargrove? 🙃

Small Town Summer Days

Billy Hargrove x plus size reader

Summer brings hot weather, which means days lounging by the pool, tiny swimsuits and sundresses

Warnings: Billy is hornee lol, vague mentions of bullying and fatphobia, mutual pining, sexual tension, implied smut

WC: 995

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Billy knows that he should look away from her, that it was dangerous to stare at her. Because if he stared for too long, she’d notice. And if she noticed then she would smile. And if she smiled, Billy doubted he would ever be able to dig himself out of this hole he found himself in.

But to look away meant that he wouldn’t be able to see her anymore. He wouldn’t be able to watch as she leaned back into the pool chair, her overly curvy body on display behind a criminally tiny bikini as she read that dumb book Nancy had given her. And if he couldn’t witness that site anymore, then what was even the point of being a lifeguard at this shitty small town pool.

She was the sweet girl in his grade, the quiet one who had instantly caught his attention when he strutted into math on his first day. She was bigger than the other girls who threw themselves at him, sure, but he did always enjoy women with a bit more meat on their bones, he knew they could handle him real well. And she was shy, so very shy. She got flustered when he said her name. By the time December had rolled around, Billy was already playing around with the idea of how his last name would sound after her first.

That’s how he justified not sleeping with her, she was just too damn innocent and he was too damn deep already. No matter how badly he wanted to corrupt her, he didn’t want to break his own heart when she would inevitably figure out what a bastard he was. But she was making it very difficult for him.

She showed up every day about an hour into his shift, a small tote bag on her shoulder, a floppy hat on her head, and the shortest, sluttiest sundresses he had ever seen covering her large body. The hem always landed in just a way that he could see the seam of where her plump ass met her thighs whenever she bent over. It was a far cry from her normal school wear (which he also found very attractive) and Billy couldn’t help but be thankful for the blistering heat.

Her routine was always the same: claim her chair (usually the one directly across from the life-guard tower), lay out her towel, slip whatever dress she was wearing over her head and carefully store it in her bag, lather up her perfect skin with sunscreen, and then settle down to read for a few hours. Occasionally, she would slip into the chlorinated water with a graceful dive and emerge on the shallow end like a Bond girl stepping from the surf in one of those spy movies. He loved those days, they were his absolute favourite.

His other favourite days happened to be whenever she would wear her purple swimsuit. Somehow it made her skin glow in the Indiana sun. Plus it helped that it was her tiniest swimsuit and it showed off everything.

His blue eyes were so firmly fixed on the way the lilac bikini top stretched over the soft fat of her tits that he didn’t notice the fact that her book was now forgotten beside her and her heart-shaped sunglasses rested at the tip of her nose. But he did see how her nipples pebbled under the thin fabric and goosebumps exploded all over her skin like a cold wind had washed over her.

“Fuck me.” He groaned under his breath, his already small swim shorts getting even smaller.

Billy’s firm gaze was not unfamiliar to her, in fact, he had been glaring her way since the first time he waltzed into Hawkins High. He, like everyone else, seemed to find her infinitely fascinating in the worst way. But unlike the others who had tormented her throughout her school years, she found herself looking forward to his scrutinising looks.

He was handsome, far more attractive than the boys she had grown up with, but he also had a confidence that drew her in like a moth to a flame. Like every other teenage girl in Hawkins, she fell quickly and she fell hard but unlike her peers, she knew that Billy wouldn’t even consider her as a hook-up.

So his tanned muscular body and perfectly messy blond hair remained firmly in her fantasies, fuelled by her daily visits to his work-place. She dreamed about him strutting over to her chair, his deep voice, tinged with a slight surfer dude accent, crooning to her. He would invite her to the private lifeguard locker room to “cool down” or offer her a ride home in his Camaro which he would pull over to the side of a dirt road and then pull her into his strong lap. When the images flashing behind her eyelids got too steamy, she would force herself to take a quick dip. Ignoring the intense glare from the King of Hawkins as she would emerge from the cold water.

And now, she felt like her whole body was on fire. Billy was watching her again, absentmindedly biting on the end of his sunglasses as he did so. Wetness pooled at the apex of her thick thighs and she squirmed, her nipples tightening with arousal.

Even from across the pool, she saw the way his eyes darkened with lust. His plump lips curled into a smirk as he finally met her gaze. He kept eye-contact while he stepped off of the raised chair and began to saunter over. Her chest heaved with desire which grew stronger with each step he took. By the time he reached her chair, she felt like the air had been ripped from her lungs.

He gave her a slow once over, letting his blue eyes trail over every single piece of exposed skin. And then grinned wickedly.

“So princess, how bout I give you a ride home.”

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Pairing: PlusSize!Fem!Reader x Billy Hargrove

Rating: E - MINORS!DNI

CW & WC: 5.4k — body image but like, you take it like a champ for the most part. Slightly jealous billy? Reader teases tf out of him. Smut! Oral (f & m receiving), dirty talk, p in v. can i get an amen for friends to lovers trope? OOC for billy. (Cross posted from my ao3)

Summary: You saw Billy for who he really was… a boy who was severely damaged and just needed to feel like he was loved somehow, even if that love was in the form of fake friendships from the majority of the student population and easy girls looking to know what California tasted like. Or the one where you are Billy’s only real friend and you guys fall in love once he finally sees how hot you can look.

When Billy moved to Hawkins with the rest of his dysfunctional family, it wasn’t hard to notice how unamused he was with all of it. Disdain was shown by Billy when it had become apparent that he would have to drive Max to and from school everyday. Billy was disturbed by how many hicks openly walked around this shit hole town. Furthermore, he was impassioned with how much pressure he put himself under, day in and day out, to make himself seem macho to everyone else who would never see what happens behind his front door.

Then he met you. You had been able to create amusement in the dull evenings in this shit hole town, around all these hicks, without being bothered by how much he projected his own insecurities that he had never admitted. All the while making driving Max around worth it because you chipped in a few bucks for gas here and there just because you could. You saw Billy for who he really was… a boy who was severely damaged and just needed to feel like he was loved somehow, even if that love was in the form of fake friendships from the majority of the student population and easy girls looking to know what California tasted like.

Neither one of you really remembers how your friendship was formed. If it had been like the movies you’ve watched, he would have never given you the time of day to begin with. Because if your life was one of those movies, it would be like that one scene when the least desired girl walks past the lead role with heart eyes while he’s walking to his insanely hot girlfriend. The same girlfriend that’s using cigarettes and dick as meal replacements. Because that’s not you… and it's not hard to see. You’ve always been the heavy girl and you’ve come to accept that.

“Hey Billy…” You start to say, flipping through a magazine while he wrenches on something under the hood of his car. He doesn’t stop what he’s doing, just grunts as a way to acknowledge that he’s listening. “Cassidy Wymen, ya’know the only sophomore in advanced bio this year? She was crying in the bathroom today because she said you had turned her down on account of her boobs being too small.” A chuckle leaves your lips as you recount looking right at her chest when she had said what Billy allegedly told her. When you look up, Billy meets your eyes and wipes his hands on the grease rag.

“Yeah? Well, tough tits.” You both laughed at his joke, but Billy continued on with what he needed to say. “I don’t know Y/N… I mean, we’re seniors now. I guess my tastes are changing a little bit. I’m feeling more like a grown man - like a real grown ass man - so it feels eh… weird… to be feeling on tits a boy would be feelin’ up on.” Billy’s nonchalant nature of his explanation stirred more questions than you had anticipated. When you brought it up, it was because you wanted to tell Billy to at least be nicer to the girls he knew are less experienced in the art of awkward high school hookup culture. It’s not even like you knew from first hand experience… Billy had just explained everything to you so that you wouldn’t get your heart broken.

“Wait, so you’re saying that a rack like Regan Convery’s is now more your speed?” You asked. It was no secret that Regan was working with less than a D-cup, but her waist and rib cage to breast ratio definitely made them look bigger than they actually were. Billy just shrugged and furrowed his eyebrows.

“Yeah, I guess. I mean she’s, like, probably the only one at our school that’s gonna be sizing up a cup size before the second coming.” Billy jokes. You both chuckle at his joke. Yeah, but I know mine are bigger, You think to yourself. Having to attend gym class and get dressed in front of some of the student body, you may or may not have compared your body to your peers’. They always had thinner arms, flatter stomachs, and narrower thighs… but you always had bigger boobs.

“Aye, when you find out who has bigger boobs than Regan, make sure she doesn’t have braces. You don’t need a repeat of the Amanda incident.” You say as you start walking towards your house. On the days Billy works on his car, you’re glad that you live on the same street as him because you know there’s no way in hell he’d drive his baby anywhere in such a trying time.

As you’re about to open your front door to your house, you hear Billy holler back, “Dear lord, Y/N.” And you close the door with a chuckle.

A few days later, you and Billy decided to sneak into your parent’s alcohol cabinet late in the evening. To be fair, it was a Saturday night where he didn’t need to take Max anywhere and your parents were out of town on an impromptu honeymoon redo. It was clearly the only logical thing to do.

“Alright, Y/N… I can’t be the only one getting action around here. I mean, your parents are probably even boning more than you are.” Billy half yells, passing the bottle to you . A fake gagging noise from him making that comment about your parents makes him wholeheartedly laugh. You take a swig from the bottle and lean back, letting your arm support your new position.

“First of all, gross. Second of all, I probably would be fucking someone if there was someone to fuck. I mean, c’mon Billy… get real. I don’t know a single person who wants to have sex with me.” You shake your head at the last few words and pass the bottle back to Billy.

“I know someone…” Your ears perk up. “Daniel Williams said he’d totally bang you if- ah, don’t worry. Never mind… he was being a dick about it.” Billy stammered. He busied himself from your stare by crawling over to your record player and starting up one of the vinyls he brought over.

“What the fuck, Billy. You can’t just say shit like ‘Ah, don’t worry… Nevermind..’ and expect me to just be content.” You said while mocking him with a funny voice.

“Y/N, I don't sound like that.” He said. You gave him a look that could only be translated as ‘Hurry up and tell me already’. Billy sighed, sat back in front of you on the floor, and handed you the bottle before he started talking again. “Look, he was seriously being a dick about it and I already told him that if he ever said this to you, we’d both knock his teeth in… but he had said that he’d be totally down to fuck if you’d be down to keep it in secret…” You were confused at first, because that’s what Billy did with more than half the girls he slept with. So you didn’t understand why he was so upset with Daniel for saying the same thing, until you heard the next thing he said, “… because you’re shaped like the icebox in his basement.”

Billy fully anticipated for you to be hurt by this, so he was nervous when you started to cackle. Tears were forming in your eyes from how hard you were laughing at this point and Billy was starting to look uncomfortable. “Oh Billy, that is the funniest thing I’ve heard since you told me you were going to stop smoking.” You sighed once your laughing fit calmed itself down.

“How’s that funny to you? I swear, if you were any other girl, you’d probably cry from how fucked up that was.” Billy shakes his head, unable to wrap his head around the thought of a girl laughing at being made fun of.

“Well, duh, because it’s not true. It just looks true because I wear baggy shirts.” You explain. He looks at you with a raised eyebrow. “I don’t normally wear clothes that show my figure because old fucks can’t mind their business.” You get up, walk to your closet, and start looking for that one dress you had bought for your trip to Texas last summer. Walking into the hallway for privacy, you quickly change into it. It fits a little bit tighter than it did last year, but this will just help prove your point more. Your boobs fill it in more, even having a little overflow. The dress does wonders to camouflage your stomach pouch and accentuate the inward curve of your waist that leads to the outward curves of your hips and ass.

Before walking back into your room, you peek your head through the door to Billy who had now moved to sit on your bed. “Alright dude, close your eyes and then I’ll tell you when to open them,” You say. Billy rolls his eyes, but complies. Walking into your room slowly, you start to feel a little nervous. Billy has never seen you dressed like this. It’s not like you’re hoping he’d find you attractive or anything, but you definitely would be pissed if he said something fucked up. At the end of the day, he really is the only person you value the opinion of. When you’re finally standing right in front of him, you poke him right in the forehead and he opens his eyes.

“Goddamn, Y/N…” He stammers. Billy sits up straight and shifts his eyes around your body, quickly scanning over the many parts that appeal to him. You turn around to your vanity to find the bottle. Grabbing it, you catch the reflection of Billy behind you staring right at your ass. The dress was just barely long enough to cover everything. You cough a little after taking a swig, causing you and Billy to lock eyes through the mirror. “I mean, uh, you look very nice.” Billy says, then clears his throat.

Turning around to walk back to him, you ask, “Do you think I look like Daniel’s fucking icebox?” The nervous part of you doesn’t want to know what his answer is, but the part that values his opinion - and tipsy part - needs to hear what he thinks. He just shakes his head and grabs the bottle from your grasp. Taking a sip, then placing it on the floor by his feet, Billy just stares you right in the eyes.

“Nah, Y/N… I’d have to say you look like… like…” The intensity of his eyes on you becomes too much to handle, so you turn away with heat rushing to your face. He quickly grabs you by the hand to stop you from walking away from him, and says, “You look, like, really hot. I’m sorry, I just didn’t know how to just say it. Y/N, c’mon just look at me for a second.” He coaxes and then continues, “As your friend, that happens to be a guy, I’d totally bang you if you didn’t already know I was a man-whore.” Laughter filled the room from both of you. The feeling of the alcohol started to become more prominent in your body and you grabbed onto Billy’s shoulders to maintain your balance. Billy’s hand instinctively went to your waist to support your swaying. Taking the opportunity, Billy looked where his hand had landed and soaked in the way it looked around your curves. As if his feet had a mind of their own, he stepped closer to you so that now the both of you had the opportunity to smell the alcohol radiating off of yourselves.

“Hey Y/N, I think I found out who has bigger tits than Regan. Can you just do me a favor and smile?” He asks. You chuckle and push at his chest to gain distance. Walking back to your closet, you say over your shoulder, “You already know I don’t have braces, you fuckhead.” You start skimming through your clothes in your closet to keep yourself busy. There’s no way you’re about to let Billy see how much he has you blushing from his little joke.

“You should wear something nice and tight to school on Monday and make Daniel cream his pants.” Billy suggested. You pondered that scenario for a few seconds, but shook your head.

“If I’m going to wear something like that, it's not going to be for Daniel.” You turn around and see Billy had taken a seat on your bed again, but this time he had made himself more comfortable with your pillows. Even taking one to put on his lap so that he could rest his arms more comfortably. Your brain is fuzzy from the alcohol and from seeing Billy so comfortable, so you cross your arms and rest your weight on one leg - cocking your hip to that side in the process - to be able to give yourself time to think of what you were going to say next. But as you watch Billy’s eyes scan the way your tits squeeze closer to each other, and the way he shifts the pillow in his lap, the lightbulb in your head lights up. No, it doesn’t just light up, it bursts. Your plan forms so quickly in your head, you barely have time to process it before Billy can meet your eyes again. You’re not going to wear something nice and tight for Daniel, no. Not at all. You’re going to wear something nice and tight for Billy and he’s not gonna know what hit him.

You give yourself one last one over in front of the hallway mirror before heading out the front door. It’s Monday morning and Billy should be waiting outside with Max at his car. You’re following your plan, fully hoping it would work, but also feeling like it might fail. You’re wearing a denim skirt you know is long enough to not get you dress coded, but short enough to catch Billy’s attention and one of his shirts that you tied in a knot at your waist to show off your hips. Walking out to the car, Max and Billy look up at you.

“Holy shit Y/N, you look hot!” Max says in disbelief. She climbs into the backseat as you patiently wait to get into the passenger. You thank her as you close the door. Billy takes a second, but he finally gets into the car and roars it to life. Being dressed like this, Billy can’t help but notice the way your boobs jiggle at every bump and pothole in the roads. When you’re too distracted talking to Max, he tilts his rear view mirror to align with your chest so he has a better view of them. Within no time, he’s pulling into the middle school’s side of the parking lot. Knowing that you’d have to get out for Max, you deliberately put on a show of arching your back while climbing out the car.

“Bye Max, I’ll see you later” You say as she skates away. Climbing back into the car, you look over to him already staring right at you. “What? Is something the matter?” You ask Billy.

“No, I just thought you weren’t going to do this. Ya’know, I thought you weren’t going to fuck with Daniel like this.” He said, his eyes shifting back to the front of the car so that he could drive the both of you to his parking space.

“Oh, I’m not. I just thought it would be a cool idea to see who else would be totally down to fuck me and not want to keep it in secret.” You replied right as he was parking. You quickly get out of the car and start walking to the building, leaving him scrambling to get out of the car. You holler over your shoulder at him, “If you hear anything, tell me. I want names and specifics!” Saying this, you hope it would make Billy get in his head. But there’s only one way to find out… and you’d have to wait until the end of the day when school was out to see if it worked.

The whole ride back to your neighborhood was quiet. Well, except for Max. “I don’t know how, but there were kids in my school that heard about you Y/N. The first rumor was that you were a new kid, then the next rumor was that you had plastic surgery over the weekend. Ah, you should have heard it.” She said as she leaned forward so that she could be between you and Billy. You just chuckled and left her to her thoughts. Billy stayed quiet… Getting out of the car, you ask Billy if he had gotten the notes during the part of history class that you ‘totally spaced out’ during. “Yeah, here’s my notebook. Just make sure to grab it and bring it in the morning.”

“Wait no, just come over really quickly. I can just jot it down and hand it right over.” You counter. He stares at you for a second before walking in the direction of your house with you.

“Thank you, Billy.” You say, drawing out the end of his name. The both of you walk up the stairs with you leading the way. You make it a point to sway your hips with every step.

“So… Do I have any admirers?” You ask once you sit down at your desk. You won't tell Billy this, but you have all the notes you needed from today’s lesson. In fact, you have more than he does. You just wanted to get him alone. He lays down on your bed with a grunt. If he had a choice, he wouldn’t want you to ask that question at all. In frustration, he closes his eyes as he lays.

“Yeah, you do.” He says. His short answer doesn't satisfy you, so you hum in encouragement for him to continue while you pretend to copy his notes. “I fucking caught Steve Harrington catching flies with his mouth during second period. Then in third period, in history, I saw our teacher fix his pants about a gazillion times. I mean, what a pervert…” He huffs. He’s clearly getting irritated recalling how your history teacher reacted. “…And then in the locker room, oh god they wouldn’t shut the fuck up. Tommy and Derek kept going on and on about how they’d just love to ‘taste that sweetness’ and watch your boobs boun- ya’know what? Forget it. They were saying very distasteful things about you.” He sighed. Hearing Billy say distasteful and boobs in the same sentence was unheard of so, naturally, you turn to him in a questioning nature.

“You’re mad at them for being distasteful? Billy, I’m almost certain you’ve said something along those lines about many girls.” You say. Standing up and walking over to your bed, Billy continues to rest his eyes. He doesn't notice your presence until you sit on the edge next to him. “Why are you mad about it, Billy?” You ask.

“Am not. My head just hurts from idiots.” He replies. But he won’t meet your eyes, so you know he’s lying. “Nuh uh, Billy. You’re full of shit right now. Why’re you so bothered about it?” You continue to nudge him with your hand and encourage him to tell you what’s got him so pissed. “Oh, come on Billy. Just tell me!” You push on his chest and nudge his side with your hips. Your smile drops when he snaps and finally spills.

“I’m just- ugh! I just don't know how to feel because when they were saying how they’d just love to see how your big tits bounced as you ride their cocks, I couldn’t help but think the same thing… and it's too much. I’ve never thought about you that way…” You stand up from where you had been sitting and fully turn your body to look at him. “… Y/N, I’m sorry.” He sits up to the edge of the bed so that he could meet you eye to eye more easily. Billy dons the look of shame as he bows his head. But you don't let him look that way for long. Slowly, mustering up every ounce of courage you had, you placed your hand on the back of his head and guide it so that he was looking back up at you.

“What if I wanted you to think of me like that?” You asked. Confused, Billy cocks his head to the side. You ask again, “What if I wore this outfit, specifically with your shirt, so that you would think of me like that? I know how you were looking at me when I showed you my dress…” Pushing him backwards by his shoulders, you crawled onto your bed so that your legs sat on either side of his hips. Out of instinct, Billy placed his hands on your hips. Billy was too stunned by what you were doing and saying to answer you. Leaning down to get closer, you whisper, “I know you were hiding a boner that night. You totally want to bone me, huh?”

“So what if I do?” He counters in a defensive tone. You lean back up, shifting your weight around to find a more comfortable angle for your hips, and ask, “So why don’t you?” Within a matter of seconds, Billy’s grip on your hips tighten and he flips the both of you over so that he is now hovering over you. Your legs find a comfortable position around his hips as he balances most of his weight on his right arm with his other hand still grabbing your hip.

“Do you actually want this, Y/N?” You nod your head and let out a quiet ‘yes’, not trusting your voice. Being able to feel the weight of his hips pressed against your groin was intoxicating, so you roll your hips up to gain more pleasure. Billy groans and drops his face to the crook of your neck, placing sloppy kisses and lightly nipping at the skin. “All day, I’ve been thinking about how fucking oblivious I’ve been to what you look like… how much time I’ve wasted not being able to know what your curves feel like… not knowing what this juicy cunt tastes like…” He trails off as the hand he had on your hip moves under your skirt, not stopping his attention to your neck. A breathy moan falls from your lips when you feel the palm of his hand press against where your clit would be, but your puffy lips hide it from him.

“Y/N, you’re my only real friend - my best friend - so I’m not going to bullshit you here.” A lump starts to form in your throat, thinking Billy was going to tell you that he couldn’t do this because of your friendship. Or how he couldn’t do this because he wouldn't want it getting out that you two had done this. So what he said next surprised you, “I don't think I can do this if you want to keep it a secret. In fact, I won't do this if I’m not allowed to walk you into school tomorrow and show everyone that you’re my girl… so just tell me now to stop if that’s not something you want from me.”

Instead of saying anything, you grab Billy’s face and kiss him. Taking the kiss as permission to go farther, he dipped his finger under the side of your panties. Dipping into your wetness, Billy trailed his finger up through your folds to your clit and started pleasing you with a slow side to side movement. You broke the kiss, moaning his name, and looked down to where his hand was hidden under your skirt. When you look back at him, he’s already looking right at you; studying the way your eyebrows furrow and mouth hangs open from the pleasure he’s giving you. Billy stops his motions and slowly pops his finger into his mouth, never breaking eye contact. “Damn, Y/N… With a pussy that sweet, I don't think I’ll need to have a piece of candy for the rest of my life.” And with that, Billy was moving off the bed to kneel between your legs.

Delicately, Billy removed your panties. This confused you, so you went to unbutton your skirt so that you would be completely bare for him, but he stopped your movements, “No way, Y/N… I’ve been thinking all day about how much I wanted to hide my head under this damn skirt and make you squirm. It’s staying on.” And with that, Billy moved your hands to the side of your body, shifted the skirt up slightly to give you some slack, and picked your legs up so that they were supported on his shoulders. He gave you a devious smile and a wink before disappearing under the skirt. Billy didn’t ease his way into pleasuring you, he just drove straight in.

“Oh my God, Billy! Fuck…” You draw out. Your back arches off of your bed as pornographic moans leave your lips. Billy kept your hips as steady as he could, but you were still able to get little bucks in here and there. You felt his tongue go wide at your hole, lapping up all of your juices, before returning back to your clit. Burrowing his lips and tongue between your puffy lips to find your clit again, Billy began sucking steadily on it. The intense pleasure he was giving you made you produce high pitched moans, each one coming out with each exhale. You knew you weren’t going to last long if he stayed at this speed, but you were adamant on wanting to cum from him fucking you.

“Billy, stop…” You grabbed him by his head and yanked him off your clit with a satisfying pop. He looked at you like he did something wrong, but you spoke before he could ask, “I wanna cum on your cock.” Billy groans and bites his lip at hearing this. You both start stripping away at your clothes, throwing them into a mixed pile on the ground. Before Billy knows it, you’re pushing him down so that he was then sitting on the bed and you were the one kneeling before him this time.

“Aw, fuck yeah. You gonna be a good girl and suck my cock?” He asks with a smirk. Looking up at Billy, you nod your head and make it a point to put on a little show for him. You start by slowly rubbing your hands up and down the inside of his thighs, barely letting the tips of your fingernails lightly drag across his skin. All while maintaining eye contact with him, you grab him and guide his tip to your mouth. Little by little, you allow most of his member to slip into your mouth until it hits the back of your throat. Billy’s eyes fluttered shut, “Fuck, just like that.” He moaned out.

Picking up the speed, loud wet sounds filled the room alongside Billy’s moans and whimpers. You shouldn’t be so surprised with how thick his cock is, but you are. Especially since your jaw is already starting to feel uncomfortable after such a little amount of time of blowing him. Even if Billy hadn’t eaten you out, you know that seeing him and hearing him like this would have gotten you just as wet. He doesn't let you continue for too long before he's pulling your mouth off of his cock and guiding you to lay down on the bed.

“I thought you wanted me to ride your cock so you could see my tits bounce.”

“Oh trust me Y/N, I’ll get my chance to see that next time. Just lay back and relax.” He replied. Grabbing the base of his cock, Billy dragged his tip through your folds. Teasing you, he tapped your clit causing both of you to whimper in anticipation. He looked at you for a second to see if there was any hesitation showing in your face. And when he didn’t see any, he started to press the tip in. Billy takes his time pushing himself all the way in, giving you enough time in between shallow thrusts to adjust to his size. You never ever thought in a million years that you would actually be under your best friend, waiting for him to fuck the daylights out of you. But when you thought about it, which was more times than youd like to admit, you didn’t account for how potentially thick he could be. So when he fully bottoms out, you cannot help but think how incredibly full and stretched out you feel.

“Y/N… uh- baby…” Billy moans, continuing his slow and shallow thrusts. “Your pussy feels so good, I dont know how long I’m going to last.” With a strained look on his face, you watch through fluttering lashes as he changes the pace to slow and long thrusts. With Billy fucking you at this pace, you can feel him hit your sweet spot every time he goes to the hilt.

“Me neither. Fuck me, Billy. Make me cum on your thick, strong cock.” You moan out. The way you spoke to Billy was not something he’d ever expect from you, but it was also not something he’d ever get tired of. Your words did something to him and it was soon thereafter that he began pounding you into your bed. Loud, wet smacks of skin, with a mixture of both of your moans, filled the room. Snaking your hand down to rub your clit, you focused on aiding yourself in reaching your own climax. Billy noticed what you were doing and reached out to roll one of your nipples between his fingers before leaning down to latch onto the other one with his mouth. The same mouth that latched onto your clit in a similar way. Just thinking about what his lips and tongue were doing to you earlier, and what they were doing to you now, pushed you right to your climax.

Screaming his name, you cum hard. Billy’s hips stutter in rhythm when he feels how your walls squeeze him almost impossibly tight. “Where? Hurry baby, tell me where…” he pants. You could tell him to pull out and cum anywhere he aimed like you told previous partners, but you didn’t want to. Billy was different… Billy meant something to you. So you said, “In me. Fill me up, Billy.”

Billy leaned down and began pounding you at a speed you weren’t aware he was capable of. Billy was pure animalistic with his thrusts, growling out, “Fuck, taking my cock like a good girl.” His words and the way he was pounding you started to push you towards another climax. Nipping at your earlobe, he asked, “Are you going to milk my balls with your tight pussy?” You nod your head frantically and let out high pitched moans with every breath. Billy grabbed a fistful of hair for purchase , causing a delightful amount of pain for you. Feeling like Billy was there to keep you in that position, making you take his cock, you began unraveling. Your walls clenched down on his cock, fluttering with every thrust he made.

With only a few more thrust left in him, Billy pushed himself all the way into you and held himself there. When you thought Billy was done cumming, and working on slipping himself out, he roughly pounded himself into your overstimulated pussy a few more times accompanied by deep grunts that punctuated each one. When he had finally rolled off of you and was laying by your side, you both looked at each other and let out a few chuckles. Billy grabbed you and rolled you onto your side so that both of you could look at each other. Neither one of you did say anything for a beat; just stared and drank each other in.

“What are you thinking about?” You ask him.

“Don't worry about it sweetheart…” He trailed off. He brought his hand up to the side of your face and ghosted his thumb in soft circles.

Did Billy hate Hawkins? Absolutely. But he knew that as long as you were by his side, his life here would be more bearable until he left. And now that being just friends was no longer an option, he knew that he would do anything to get you to leave this shit hole, hick infested town with him. But until then, he was perfectly content with laying with you on your bed

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chubbyreaderchan · 1 year

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Imagine Billy Hargrove calling you a bitch in an argument and you just yell

"Don't you ever fucking call me outside of my name ever again or we are done!"

And he just freezes and just doesn't know how to respond.

But never calls you a bitch again.

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shanakin-skywalker · 2 years

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Bruh Billy fucking you doggy style on the floor of your bedroom with one had clamped over your mouth because you snuck him into your room through your window in the middle of the night and your parents are in the next room 😩🥵

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soft-for-them · 1 year

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Green first aid kit - Billy Hargrove x plus size reader

Summary: Back at school you find Billy worse for wear.

Trigger warning: This part does mention Billy's abuse and him having an injury from a fight, the fight isn't described or shown though.

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Come Monday morning Billy Hargrove wasn’t at first period History sitting near you passing notes, neither was he hanging around before class waiting for you with a big grin, nor was he slipping in after the teacher had left so he can talk to you, he was nowhere to be found at all.

Deep down you wished for him to be hiding near your locker in between the small nook where a fire extinguisher and fire alarm sits, him dressed in his denim jacket, his hair fluffy and curled. He would come up with a reason why he wasn’t there, something along the lines of hating your history teacher with all his heart or sleeping in late and missing most of the lesson. But no, when you rushed over to your locker he wasn’t there, he wasn’t anywhere.

He wasn’t in for the whole day, you knew for sure for you overheard a cheerleader bitching about it like she was entitled to flirt with Billy, like he was expected to come to school every day to flirt with only her.

To think you wore a nice peach sun dress to school just so maybe he’d see you and call you princess again.

So the next day you’re uncharacteristically angsty, every second your eyes flicking to the clock above the chalk board then to the nearest door wondering if he’d walk in all smirks and no apologies. Normally you love second period English Literature but you're too fidgety to listen in to your teacher talk about Shakespeare and sonnets, the Tuesday morning classes dragging on too long.

You are leaned into the small desks more than normal, the wood of the table pressing into your stomach more, your mind stuck on Billy fucking Hargrove’s face and not on the bold writing on the board that states you have homework due in next week.

Truly you would be lying to yourself if you said last night you didn’t have a dream of Billy, that the dream felt so real that you worried somehow it was and that something terrible had happened whilst you were sleeping. It’s stupid and frankly untrue having such a vivid dream about waking up at the bottom of a swimming pool only to be saved by Billy, the sky a dark purple, the grass coloured like burnt ash and Billy looking like the living dead could never be true.

Well you hope it never does.

If you were one of those zodiac sign, gem stone collector, ‘what time where you born?’ women then maybe you could deduce a meaning from the dream but really you’re too tired and too on edge to think up one.

Maybe you’ll ask a stoner friend about the dream’s meaning, minus mentioning Billy, then maybe you can get some answers about it.

Lunch time comes along and you feel too sick to eat any cafeteria food, so with a brief ‘goodbye’ to your small group of friends paired with a weak excuse to ditch gossip time you hurry out the double doors of the cafeteria, down the many hallways and out the nearest exit only your purse in your pockets.

Technically it’s still summer but the impending autumn winds are slowly coming in, a warm gust of air jostling your baggy jeans, bits of white thread from the rips at your knees and on the inside of your thigh blowing upwards, the sleeves to your t-shirt whipping around your chubby upper arms. Really your outfit today is the bare minimum, you’re trying to look like you’re not having a bad day, a stark opposite to yesterday’s dressed up outfit. The thigh hole in your ancient jeans are from years chub rub and the holes in the knees from before you hit puberty, younger you having to buy bigger sized jeans from the adult section thus tripping over the bottoms of them every five minutes for you were a middle schooler who hadn’t had a growth spurt yet.

The joys of being plus size am I right…

For a moment you wonder if you can sneak out and find the nearest shop to get a snack, you’re used to walking long walks in short amount of time, most days you do that because you don’t own a car. You could really go for some overly sugary candy from a gas station or a pre-packaged baguette (which you’d only eat half of, the rest of it getting crammed into your locker for later on), anything other than the grey school lunch burgers with watery ketchup or stale vending machine crisps that coast too much.

Like always there’s a decision to be made; walk to the nearest shop most certainly being late for maths after lunch or just take a breather outside on an empty stomach, not being late for the next class.

Whilst some would call you a goody two shoes for always being in all your classes, the overwhelming feeling of dread, that feeling of hunger mixed with the sickness that comes with not wanting to walk back into the school building until you feel better takes over you. Everyone gets it one way or another, the people who are too worried about attendance tend to stay in the classrooms until they explode and break down while others frequently skive off school opting to smoking weed and kiss girls to chill out. You’re of sound mind and sound idea that calming down before heading back inside is the best course of action, maybe even touching some grass will get you mind off Billy Hargrove and maybe quell the gargling nervousness in your stomach.

But then again you need to eat, that and you fucking hate maths.

So it’s decided that you’re going to the shops, the walk and food will make you feel better in no time!

Scuffed shoes pick up gravel as you walk across to the car park, a hand digging into a pocket to make sure your purse is securely in place. You’re in no rush however you do dodge around the many parked cars in a certain way to make sure no teachers see you sneaking away, not that they’d really care all that much but there’s always that one teacher who likes to snitch on students.

You walk pass familiar cars of classmates, narrowly avoiding eye contact with a band kid you know inside his car trying to make moves on his girlfriend. You clamber up and onto the grass nearing an exit to the school, hands in your pockets and eyes looking out for moving cars.

The sun shines on the exit like a place maker in a video game, so you speed up your steps to get out as fast as you can not wanting to explain to any faculty why you’re sneaking out but then you see it.

Parked underneath some over grown trees, shielded by chunky pickup trucks and station wagons borrowed from parents is a car so familiar that it makes you stop mid step. The grey 79 Camaro sits dormant and shaded, from where you stand you can see the driver’s sun visor flipped down and the car is completely turned off, the engine not revving or spluttering.

Now the right thing to do is just to carry on your walk not going over there to see if it’s actually Billy’s 79 Camaro and not somehow another Camaro some jock copying Billy has bought to seem cool but you’ve been worrying about the ‘king’ of the school for the last two days so you shift your step and head over to the low down car.

*Tap* *Tap* Tap*

You lean over somewhat, the bumper of the car pressing into your legs as you tap the wind shield of the car, a very asleep Billy Hargrove in the front seat. His denim jacket covers his face from beams of sunlight that cut through the trees through the front window, his hands balanced on his toned stomached, fingers knitted together.

You shimmy around to the driver’s side squishing in between his Camaro and the truck next to it tapping on the side window.

“Billy.” you call quietly not wanting to blow your cover to anyone else sitting in their car. You look around before banging the window some more, your knuckles hurting just a bit as you knock on the thick glass.

“Billy!” whisper shouting isn’t doing it, “BILLY!”

Your voice turns stern but almost needy, the fear in your head that someone might catch you and drag you away ever present as you bend down slightly so you’re at eye level with the sleeping man. Your body presses against the other car, your face turning sour as you stop knocking.

Stepping out from the cars, still close but no longer trying to wake up Billy, you debate whether or not you should leave a note or something like him.

You frown at the idea, firstly because you only have a purse on you but also because what would you write to him if you did have a piece of paper and a pen?

“Hey, you missed history – (y/n).” no, he never promised that he would be there, you just assumed he would be.

“Sleepy head see you at the pool. – (y/n).” no, no, no. You don’t want to seem weird, you don’t want him to think that you’re planning on going back to the pool on the weekend just for him. Anyway you have work this weekend so it’s not like you could go either way.

Maybe you could just leave you home phone…. Fucking hell no, that’s the worst idea you’ve had yet.

Really when you saw Billy’s car you didn’t go other there to flirt, really you’re just worried. Whilst your interactions with the Cali man have been all positive as of late you’ve heard things, you’ve seen the things his so called ‘friends’ do, you’ve seen his dad around town and you keep clear of him.

The family members you live with have told you about Neil Hargrove and well you do not like the sound of him one bit.

You hover around still wondering what to do before spinning around and walking away from the car, your plan to get food foiled, the frown on your face now permanent for you know you’ve wasted enough time banging on the car window that you can’t go to the shop without missing maths.

“Fuck!” you mutter, your eyes going back to the Camaro.

Now sat up, jacket off his face, his eye wide and staring right back at you, Billy Hargrove looks out of place, no thoughts in his head, not like the normal smirking flirt you’ve come to know. You raise a hand to give him a little wave which snaps him out of his momentary mind blank. He lifts a hand up back which prompts you to walk back over.

“Roll the widow down.” you say with a little hand gesture once you get to the car.

He does so.

There staring up at you with the eyes of a scared child, his baby blues so watery and wide that they look like the sad sea, his left eyelid a deep purple bruise.

His left eye must have been swollen shut at one point for his eyelid is still a bit droopy.

“Billy…”

You don’t intend your voice to be so wobbly when you say his name, your own (e/c) eyes watering up but your voice wavers and your eyes fill with salty water.

“I’m fine princess.” he barely gets out, “Just lost a fight Sunday night, that’s all.”

Fuck. You don’t want him calling you princess when he’s so sad. You selfishly want him calling you princess when his eyes are filled with mischief or even lust, not when he’s about to burst into tears.

He must think you’re pitying him for he looks away his forehead hitting the top of the steering wheel.

“Billy-“ his eyes flicker to yours, his curly blonde hair half covering the side of his face, “- I was going to walk to the shops but-“

You try to think of how to say your next words without sounding like you’re demanding a free lift from the obviously dejected man in front of you.

“-Do you want to come with me? I, well, we can share some food.��

He nods his head ‘yes’.

You don’t have a lot of money, that is clear, but today you have enough loose coins and crunched up dollar notes to pay for the things you need.

You enter the small out the way shop, the bell above the door stuck and not ringing. The shop used to be a petrol station before the chain company that owned it went bankrupt, now it’s just a shop with the worst painted parking lines you’ve ever seen.

The man behind the till tilts his head up from his newspaper, his puffy eyes staring you down as you shuffle past a rack of crisps into an aisle filled with cupboard food. The metal shelves that tower above you are packed with every kind of dry food you’d ever need. Your eyes flicker from boxed yellow pastas to dusty lidded jars of red unnamed sauces. You move along, wallet tightly in your hands as you walk down the aisle to the very back of the shop where the wall to ceiling freezers and fridges sit. For a moment you look in the freezer a frozen mac n’ cheese catching your eyes.

Whilst the family you live with do cook the odd meal for you most of the time they’re out the house so you have to cook for yourself and well, the fridge-freezer at home is very much empty at the moment. There is probably some stuff in the cupboards but normally you don’t bother with that food for the last time you ate some cupboard food (some half stale frosted flakes) you were yelled at.

It would be nice to have a warm meal tonight, even if it’s a microwave meal, but you have to go back to school and having a frozen ready meal in your bag does not sound like a good idea. You cringe at the thought of the flimsy plastic getting pierced by a rouge pencil and spilling throughout your bag.

Ew, no thank you!

Instead you walk over to the fridges filled with soft drinks.

Up close you can tell the fridges aren’t actually on, the little orange filament lights off and the drinks bone dry. It doesn’t bother you that much, you’re only planning on getting some drinks and not a whole meal of probably gone off food. Anyway, from working at shop yourself you’ve seen much worse things, you just glad that there isn’t any fuzzy mould on the bottle caps.

Quickly you open the sliding door and take out a boxed grape juice and a bottled flavoured water, the inked words ‘summer fruits’ smudged. You would love to have a milkshake right about now but you stay away from the milks on the bottom shelf, you face scrunching up in disgust.

You walk around the shop some more, not caring for any of the junk being sold. You do however find yourself at the sweets section. The little shelf is filled to the brim with colourful candy and plastic junk toys, everything from chocolate bars to lollypops shaped like diamond rings.

A small packet of hard boiled sweets catches your eyes, the red and white striped plastic bag reminiscent of the paper bags at fun fairs or cinema pick n’ mixes, the little clear window showing individually wrapped sweets in every colour known to man.

A yellowed price sticker sloppily placed over the logo says it’s only a dollar fifty so you pick the bag up to buy. You shove the bag between your fingers and the drinks, you other hand free with your wallet lodged between your arm and chest.

Slowly but surely, your eyes flickering all around to see if you’ve missed anything you might want as you arrive to the front counter.

The front counter is high up, a thick plastic pane with hand prints and unknown splashes of stuff shielding the man and the shelf filled with cigarettes from grabby hands and angry eyes of disgruntled customers. There’s a big enough a hole in the plastic that the man, a forty something year old with red irritated eyes and a bold spot a monk would be jealous of, can look at you with judging eyes whilst scanning your items.

“You better not want any alcohol Miss.” says the man. Despite his less than stellar looks he sounds more sad and fed up than judgemental or creepy, he probably get too many teenagers with fake ID’s coming in along with out of towners with visible guns on their hip.

“No alcohol just these-“ you say with an awkward smile, “-oh, but um is that for sale?”

Your eyes catch onto a flash of green hung sat snug in between a giant jug of vodka and a line of off brand cold remedies.

It’s a small first aid kit.

You point to it hoping that your finger isn’t pointing to the vodka.

“The first aid kit, yeah, it is.”

“How much?”

The man says the price making you visibly frown. The price isn’t much considering it’s a first aid kit but you’re not sure you have the right amount for it.

“I’ll take it.” you say as you place your items down and begin taking out handfuls of coins.

You know you are a dollar short as you recount your crumpled dollar bills. You look up to see that the man has already bagged your stuff including the first aid kit.

“I might have to put something back.” you sheepishly say.

“Nah, have it.” He passes you the bag, “If you’re needing a first aid kit then you’re needing it, you know? I don’t want anyone bleeding out because you were a dollar short and didn’t have it.”

“Thank you.” you’re really at a loss for words but you get you thanks out.

“I don’t own this place anyway, I only work here.” he says with the smirk of a man who often nicks a pack of smokes off the back shelf without the shop owner knowing.

You talk some more before walking out the shop, the pack of sweets already in hand, your fingers digging into the bag to find a sweet that isn’t strawberry flavoured. As soon as you pull out a bright green sweet you look up to see a pair of red rimmed steely blue eyes staring right at you.

Billy, eyes wide like a deer in the middle of a road watches intently as you walk over to his 79 Camaro (which is parked somewhat awkwardly in the wobbly lines of the parking space.) The car is parked close to the shop, right at the front of it in fact and ever since you were in the shop his gaze has been locked on the front door for the shop windows are covered in posters and adverts blocking any view of you inside he could have had.

For ten minutes Billy has been frozen still waiting for you to reappear so he can finally let out a long breath. He looks like he hasn’t blinked in the short time you were inside, his baby blues watery, the welling of tears threatening to spill once more.

“Want one?” you ask as you slide into the passenger seat, the bag of sweets shoved on the centre console closer to Billy.

Billy does not say anything, he just breathes like he just run a mile his chest heaving as large amounts of air enter his lungs.

“Billy?” you ponder, your voice small and quiet, “Billy.”

His eyes snap onto yours. For a moment you see something, a glimmer of fear maybe, in his eyes before his face droops.

“Hey, hey, hey-“ you begin, your body leaning over the centre console, hands grasping onto his arms as lightly as you can, “- you’re ok, I’m not going to hurt you.”

He looks like a wounded animal.

“Billy-“ you go to say something, something that probably wouldn’t help in the long run but something so he can hear you over his very present running mind.

Before you can though his right hand shoots up and grabs your forearm, his digits digging into your soft skin.

He doesn’t know if he wants your hands off him or if he’s forcing you not to move. Billy thinks for a long time his fingers flexing and relaxing but not letting go of your arm before said hand grabs at your own hand, his longer thicker fingers intertwining with yours in a death grip.

With you other hand, which you quickly take off his arm, you rifle through your plastic bag and pull out the two drinks along with the little first aid box.

“Here, take ‘um.” With your fingers aching from clutching three things at once Billy eventually takes the drinks and the first aid kit, his eye focusing on the first aid kit especially, “I have no clue what’s in the kit but I thought you could keep it in the car if you got in another fight…”

“…How do you know it was a fight?”

“Bruises that big don’t come from bumping into corners or falling down stairs.” you should know, you’ve bumped into many table corners and tripped down the stairs too many times to count and you’ve never gotten an injury that big and angry.

The car goes silent for a while the only sounds of you trying to quietly crunch the sweets and Billy unzipping the first aid kit to look inside it. There’s the normal inside; plasters that are an odd pale peach colour, gauze and safety pins, a couple individually wrapped antiseptic wipes, old yellowing instructions printed on thin paper and a small gel compress to help with swelling and aches.

“Thank you.” Billy whispers, his hands now clutching at the green first aid kit rather than your hand.

His eyes are trained down on the cross adoring the kit, the two drinks on his lap long forgotten.

“I-I know that home life ain’t that good-“ you start, not knowing exactly where you’re going with the conversation, “- but I’m here for you.“

“You don’t know what’s going on princess, you can’t help.” Billy says now looking at you.

“But I know about your dad, that’s how you got that isn’t it?” you vaguely point to his bruised eyes.

His eyes flicker away from yours giving you the answer you didn’t want but already knew.

“I don’t know much Billy-“ you duck down to catch his eyes, a small smile forming on your pretty face, “- but I do know that I wouldn’t piss on him if he was on fire because men like him wouldn’t even say thank after saving them, they’d just carry on like normal hurting and breaking everything in their way.”

Billy would have smirked at your words but his eyes have gone too wide in shock.

“Why don’t we skip maths hey?” you ask grabbing his hand in a warm but tight grip.

“Sure princess.” He finally replies with a small smile.

A/N: If you want a part four please send in an ask rather than commenting for another part, this is just because asks are an easier way for me to track requests. Comments are still welcomed and requests are open!

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h4rring1on · 2 years

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𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩.

warnings: angst but ends in fluff, swearing, billy being an absolute piece of shit, mentions of neil, that’s it please tell me if there’s something else !!

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y/n leaned against the wall with her arms crossed, watching as everyone partied. she never wanted to be here in the first place, but billy said he’s not going without her and she didn’t want to be alone for the night so she agreed

that decision was definitely something she was now regretting, billy was literally nowhere to be found. which left her alone, which was something she wasn’t planning on.

“looki looki, everyone!” tommy h. yelled as he walked up to her, “the queen is here”

“not today tommy…” y/n muttered as she looked around the crowd and tried to spot billy

“oh come on, loosen up! this isn’t how billy made ya” tommy said, making y/b raise na eyebrow

made her? who the fuck said he made her?

she stayed quiet, not wanting to start any trouble. relief washed over her face as she saw billy there, but her eyebrows furrowed at the sight of him.

he reeked of beer and was all sweaty with no shirt and just a plain denim jacket on him

“billy? can we go?” y/n asked as she pulled him aside

“why such a debbie downer? billy ain’t hitting it right?” tommy said

“shut the fuck up” billy suddenly yelled

“billy please…”

“oh my god you’re such an annoying bitch.” billy said, his words slurring as he stared at her right in the eye

y/n could feel her heart break. she wanted to spend her night at home with billy watching a movie together. but now, now she was being completely and utterly humiliated by billy in front of everyone.

not to mention, he just said something quite hurtful.

tommy and the other guys cheered for billy while y/n just walked away with tears in her eyes, she walked out of the house and started up the car.

“let’s see which annoying bitch is gonna take you home” she muttered under her breath, she was then startled by the sound of knocking on the window

she looked to see billy there, staring at her

“go away.” she yelled so he could hear her over the closed window

“please…please y/n let’s just talk about this” he yelled back

she then paused and opened the window, “talk about this? there’s nothing to talk about!” she yelled, “you completely embarrassed me in front of everyone! and for the record, you did not make me. i don’t know if you actually told your stupid friends that to boost your ego or some shit. but i was like this before you came along. so if i’m such an annoying bitch, too bad. go find another whore that you can ‘hit it right’ with.”

y/n was a little concerned when billy didn’t say anything back. he was always an asshole, so why wasn’t he yelling at her or something?

she could hear him sniffling

“billy?” she said, her voice low

“i’m sorry” he whispered, “i’m so sorry i just—there was this fight with neil and i wanted to feiger about it by drinking and i just—“

y/n quickly stepped out of the car and hugged him, “why didn’t you tell me?”

“you always worry and i just wanted to spend time with you but i couldn’t forget about it and—“ his sentence was cut off by a sob, worrying y/n even more

“hey, hey. shh, it’s okay” she said, trying to soothe him

“please don’t leave me” he whispered

“i’m not, i promise. i’m right here”

it was quiet for a few moments, but soon enough billy was calm again

“can i please sleep over at your house?” he asked

“of course” she smiled at him, “we can watch a movie too, your choice”

“god, i love you”

“i love you too”

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sykokittyy · 2 years

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rebel yell | b.h. ☆

pairing: ghostface!billy hargrove x fem!plus-size!reader

@tw-inkl-e-tit-s request: Heyy! I was wondering if you could do an Ghost face!Billy Hargrove x plus size!reader like it's all over the News that theirs a killer on the loose in Hawkins but reader knows it's her boyfriend billy and he comes home early and she gets turned on by all the blood on his mask and ask him him to keep it on while he fucks her and when their done Billy grabs a Polaroid Camara and says something like " smile for the Camara doll" but readers to fucked out to smile.

warnings: smut (minors dni <3), blood kink, knife kink, oral (male receiving), missionary, back shots, praising, dom!billy, dacryphilia, rough sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it guys ), hair pulling.

tonight was halloween and you were just relaxing in the house. you decided to take a little break from halloween parties this year. growing tired of being around people for the day, you decided to just take the day to yourself.

you optimized on just eating candy, and watching slasher movies, you know, nightmare on elm street, carrie, the exorcist, etc. you had a thing for scary movies, you just always found comfort in them.

you loved the blood, the gore, the screams of agony. it brings an orgasm of chills to your spine when you see blood splattered from a body temple. you couldn't explain it, you just knew it brings a wave of excitement through your bloodstream.

you grew bored of the Halloween movie you were watching. you reached over and grabbed the remote with your bowl of popcorn before proceeding to flick through the channels on your tv. as you were clicking, you came across the hawkins new channel, instantly attracting your attention.

“good evening hawkins, indiana, and happy halloween. today, great citizens of hawkins; we have very urgent news. today, we were informed by the hawkins police department that we have a homicide killer on the loose and running through the so-they-say, “cursed community” of hawkins, indiana” you quickly turned up the volume with the remote.

“we were also well-notified that there has been a total of eight bodies found throughout the city of hawkins. we have confirmed that one of the bodies we're one of hawkins high school's most athletic basketball players, identified as jason carver.” you quickly stood up and jumped around your living room in satisfaction.

“yes, yes, yes! right on the fucking money baby, woohoo!” you cheered.

now some may look at you as if you're a psycho and ask “why are you happy about this?” eight people had been murdered and one of them you knew personally from school. jason was a fucking waste of life, and his mother should’ve swallowed him before he could exist. and see—what hawkins failed to realize is that the killer is walking amongst them like a wolf in sheep's clothing. and the unknown secret you held to yourself was that you knew who the killer was. your boyfriend, billy hargrove.

almost everyone knew that the californian pretty boy, dream boat is bold, outspoken, and reckless. and while most people disliked the way he presented himself to others, you altogether loved him for who he was. everything about him spoke volumes to your body, mind, and soul.

you had met billy at tina’s house party for hawkins high. you were known for being one of the most confident plus-size girls at hawkins high. you wore what you wanted and looked ravishing while doing it, and of course, people were intimidated by that because they thought that just because you were plump that you had to cower down to their expectations. boy were they fucking wrong.

you were straightforward that you could do what the fuck you wanted to do, some understood and some just still wanted to give you their unwanted opinion about how you should or shouldn't act. but they still failed to acknowledge that you just didn't want to be tamed. you wanted to make your own decisions.

and this is what billy liked— no fuck that—loved about you. you were a sexy vixen; a young woman that knows what she wants. you looked like a walking sex symbol with the clothes you wore and how you carried yourself. you wore black, red, and latex. you always made sure that you showed enough cleavage to make the young men and ladies sweat, and you knew that you left an impact in a crowded room. your hair was always so perfect (considering it also took you an hour to do to make it immaculate) and you smelled like strawberries and desire. you were everything he wanted, and he got you.

now more people may or may not ask “why are you letting this outrageous behavior go on?” or “why am i not trying to prevent billy from killing innocent people” it's because hawkins is a shit show anyways. you and billy both hated this town, so why not make do with what you both thought is fun? and that was causing chaos through the little town of hawkins. everyone has to die somehow, right?

you and billy both loved seeing people lose their minds when something chaotic happened. the aroma of fear fuelled something within the both of you, but it didn't make either of you feel frightened. it made your bodies fill with adrenaline and excitement. the thought of murder to billy, made him think that it was a fun sport for him. it just involved a lot of blood, and satisfaction for him. that's why he did the killing while you helped him later when he’d get home and fuck him pussy-drunk.

you went on watching the news. “the killer that’s fleeing around hawkins is going by the name of “ghost face”, the news reporter implied. “- he stalks the residence of his prey throughout the night, and gives them a phone call by asking ‘what's their favorite horror film’ before he attacks them after they try to escape”, you couldn't help but grow more excited as the news reporter continues with the erotic information.

“it is proved that “ghost face” is an unidentifiable mask killer that seizes on the community of hawkins, and that every murder that he had committed had involved these eight victims. after he mutilates their corpses, he takes a disturbing polaroid picture with them and leaves a disturbing quote saying ‘be careful, you may be next’”, you had to give it to billy, he sure did know how to keep the people on their toes.

earlier today, you decided that since it was halloween and your boyfriend, billy, was out “handling business”, you decided to spice things up for him for when he came back home. you were wearing a maroon, lingerie set that showed your plump belly and thick luscious thighs littered with gorgeous stretch marks.

you made sure that you did light make-up considering that it was going to be ruined anyway, but you made sure to wear your blood-red lipstick. it made you look even more ravishing and beautiful.

you decided to change the channel to nightmare on elm street; growing tired of the news and their dramatic reactions. as you continued watching the gore scenes of blood shedding and screaming, you heard the tapping at your backdoor. you knew it was billy because he only used the backdoor when he went on his slaying sprees during the evening, but usually, he wouldn't come home this early.

you quickly scurried to open the door, beginning to feel a jittery feeling in your spine. when you opened the door you had an eager smile plastered on your face, but it quickly turned to a look of confusion when you noticed that no one was there.

“the hell s’going on?” you mutter to yourself as you looked around your backyard; seeing no trace of anyone there. you were about to step inside your house when you saw a note placed on your door. you snatched the taped note off the wall and as your eyes scrambled to read the note relaying “tag, you're it doll” written in black ink. you noticed that it had a few droplets of blood sprinkled across the note.

“haha, very fucking funny, you coward!” you yelled towards the dark space of your backyard. you swiftly backed into your house in annoyance and slammed the door. as you went to turn back around; at the speed of light, you were roughly approached from behind by a tall muscular figure that had held you by your neck with a bloody knife threatening to slice you.

“coward huh? tell me y/n, you're wearing lingerie for a coward?” you immediately knew the voice that was coming from behind you.

“billy?” you scurry from his hold as he began to chuckle. “you fucking dick head!” you slightly yelled before hitting him in his arm. “you scared the shit outta me!” you held your chest as you try to catch your breath.

“aww c’mon, i thought you loved a good scare sweet cheeks?” he slowly began to walk towards you as you stand by the kitchen counter. as he came towards you; you couldn't help but take in his appearance. you gaped at his muscular form in his cloak and ghost face mask. you began to feel a ball of heat in your lower gut, as excitement build the closer he approached you.

“i like it when I expect it, y’damn near gave me a fucking heart attack billy,” you looked up towards him as he looked down towards you through the mask. you examined his face as you began to notice the blood that was spattered on the white part of the mask making you feel a small pool of wetness in your core.

he slowly took the bloody knife and held it up under your chin; making you hold intense eye contact between one another. he gradually moved towards your ear; still holding the knife against your skin and you could feel and hear his hot breath inhale and exhale through the mask.

“billy s’not here sweetheart, you're talking to ghost face now,” he pressed the knife a little more into your skin, earning a small whimper from you. “now tell me doll, what’s your favorite scary movie?” even through the mask billy always could see through you with those piercing blue eyes.

you stared at him for a moment before processing that he had asked you a question. it's something about the way he looked at you with blood plastered all over his mask. it made you shiver in anticipation of what he could do to you. it was seconds later when you finally gave him your answer.

“i-it’s carrie. my favorite scary movie is carrie,” you stuttered before letting out a shaky breath.

“care to inform me why doll?” he began to move the bloodied knife towards your bottom lip, making you shudder. “i love details hon.” you could almost sense the taste of copper as the knife trailed your delicate skin.

“i love it b-because, of all the blood. i love seeing the blood spurt out of and onto the victims. it kinda satisfies me,” you watch as he trails the knife back down a little towards your shoulder. a little blood followed along the way.

“mhmm. billy did say that you had a thing for blood,” he trails off before swiftly sliding the knife under your bra strap and slashing it in half. “-i love how you think, doll,” you watch as takes his leather-clad finger and slides it over the blood covered knife. he takes his finger and slides the blood over your bottom lip; immediately you opened your mouth and slide his finger over your tongue. the taste of copper filled your taste buds.

he lifts you with his godly strength and sits you on the counter; mindlessly your legs spread open giving him access to your core. “i love this piece lace number you're wearing,” he faded his words as he brings his hand down to your cunt and palms it, causing to you give a needy whimper. “-too bad i’m gonna cut it off,” you don't have time to react as he quickly brings his knife behind the thin lace and cuts it before snatching it off of you.

he takes his index and middle finger before spreading open your fold; watching your arousal ooze from your mound. he groans in approval watching your cunt clench around nothing. “fuck- you’re as wet as an ocean and I barely even touched you,” he chuckles before light doing circle on your tiny bud making you gasp.

he slides his index and middle fingers into you while continuing to rub rough circles on your clit. you moan in satisfaction as he whispered hot praises into your ear, making your body tremble even more. as he kept stroking your cunt you back continued to arch into his torso. “you're such a naughty slut, y/n. letting a psycho killer stroke his fingers into your cunt,” he groans. “tell daddy you're a slut, hm? tell me you're my slut” he commands.

“i -i’m a a-slut daddy. i’m your fucking slut,” you moan feeling your cunt clenching around his fingers as he fucks them into you harder.

“you're gonna cum aren't ya’? I can feel this sweet little pussy clenching around my fingers,” he asked condescendingly as you rapidly began to nod as you rolled your hips; meeting his thrusts.

“well cum on my fingers doll, make my fingers flood with your sweet cum,” he eggs you on before you let out a loud pornographic moan and release all over his fingers. your mouth forming an “o” shape as you ride out your high and faintly hearing bulky calling you a “good girl”.

“hmm, you think you're a good whore?” he questions tilting his head. you nod giving him your most “innocent” expression. he scoffs, “we’ll see about that.” he takes a few steps back from you before he bent down to hold the cloak over his toned abdomen proceeding to unbuckle his belt. you felt yourself grow eager as he teasingly stripped for you.

you continued to watch as he proceeded to unbutton his pants and slide down his zipper before shoving his pants and boxers to the ground, hearing a faint ‘clink’ when they fall. you watched his rock-hard dick slap against his stomach, as the tip showed an angry red. your heart pounds as he slowly walks back towards you. he stands in front of you tilting his head.

“oh sweetheart, don't be frightened, it's gonna fit in your mouth...and other places,” he looks back down at your cunt before looking back up at you. he snatched the ripped bra off you and throws it across the room; beginning to be long forgotten. “get on your knees slut.”

you quickly jumped down from the counter and did as he said looking at his dick bobbing in your face as he moved. he forcefully grabbed your jaw; making it open before shoving his dick in your mouth reaching with a low moan. he loves how warm your mouth feels. “attagirl, suck it like blood sickle, mph,” he grips you hair continuing his rough stroke into your mouth.

he pulled out lightly smacking your check and thrust right back into you mouth as he proceeded to moan in ecstasy. his moans made clit throb, and one thing about billy, he was never afraid to be vocal.

“god- i love this filthy mouth of yours-fuck,” he gave you one rough stroke before you felt his blond pubes up against your face. “ahh that's it, that a good slut,” he praises before you feel hit spurts of cum filled your hoarse throat. you didn't hesitate to swallow all of his milky load.

he grunts before he snatches you up and places you back on top of the counter. you lay on your back as he manhandles your legs open. “i’m gonna warn you y/n, this is gonna feel so much better than my fingers that you'll scream baby,” he buffs.

“i’m counting on it,” he groans as he places himself at your entrance before roughly pushing himself inside resulting in you releasing a lewd moan. the stinging stretch hurt you but it also brought great pleasure. you whimpered at the friction between your walls.

“oh my fucking god, y/n” billy gasps continue to pound into you. “-this wet cunt is to fucking kill for -fuck,” he presses his body into yours giving you short hard thrusts making you yelp at each stroke. you wrapped your hands around his back you could but scratch him as you felt like his dick was touching your heart.

all you could feel was heat and pleasure building up all over your body as he fucked you dumb. all you could do was call out his name and moan “yes, yes, yes” as he hit that spongy spot deep in your core. you couldn't help but spread your legs even more wider so he could fuck you until you passed out.

you were a moaning mess before he abruptly pulled out of you, and roughly put you on your hands and knees. your back arched off the counter before your head was forcefully pushed down into submission. he hastily pushed back into you and pounded you so quick you thought you had whiplash. “yes, yes! ah -fuck- yes,” was all you whimper and moan out as he pumped deeply into you.

as he was plumbing you from behind reached forward and gripped your hair, using it as leverage while forcing every inch into your stretched cunt. he slapped your ass once, twice, three, four times before he put his whole weight on your back. making sure he had you pinned under him. giving you slow, rough, deep strokes into your throbbing pussy.

“you love it when i fuck you like i own you? huh? c’mon baby, i know there's more words left in that precious brain of yours,” he insists. i mean how could you give him a fluent response when he is fucking you so good. you feel like you're becoming a fiend for him.

“yes daddy, you're the only one that fucks me this good,” it was then when you felt that hot aching feeling in your gut. you knew you were going to cum in a matter of seconds. “daddy i’m gonna cum -please, can i cum?” you pant against the counter. he brings his hand around you front and reaches down towards your swelling bud. you couldn't help but squirm under him as the feeling of you needing to come came crashing down on you.

he leans down towards your ear as you get his hot breath panting against your ear through the mask. “cum, slut,” at that moment you felt a weight off your shoulder as you clenched around him and released all over his dick. you moaned as you feel like you were in heaven.

“that's it -fuck- baby, milk my cock just like that,” he praised as you shook under him. he continued to pound into you as your began to feel overstimulated and soon you felt the warmth of his cum fill in your gummy walls as he grunted incoherent words. he reaches over to grab an object that you didn't pay attention to until he places the front of a camera in front of your face.

he made sure the camera faced you and him as he stood over you making sure the camera gets his blood-covered mask. “smile for the camera, doll,” the camera flashed before the picture slid out making you flinch a little.

he stayed there for a few seconds before he caught his breath and pulled his softened dick from your pussy, making you wince. he stared at your fucked out pussy as a mixture of yours and his cum dripping from your hole. he took his index finger and began stuffing it back into you making you wince from being sensitive, before landing a hard smack to your ass causing you to look back at his.

he shrugs at you before pulling up his trousers, and sliding off the mask. he walks by you and place a wet kiss on your cheek, and giving you a charming wink.

“happy halloween doll-face”

a/n: i hope y'all enjoyed this! this took me a week to do, but im not complaining because it was very much worth it. make you guys like, comment, and reblog. i love you guys, bye <3 💋

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cherryc1nnam0n · 1 year

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Creampie from another man | Fem!Reader x Eddie Munson, Fem!Reader x Husband!Billy Hargrove

Summary: Your husband Billy never cums inside you because he wants to avoid a kid at all costs, but what about what you want? Maybe someone else will give it to you...

Cw: Smut, lots of cum, warning for angst, cheating, unprotected sex gallore, just filth, needy Eddie, lots of whimpering (male), bad ending let me know if you'd like a good ending

Good ending: We just need to talk | Good ending

"Fuck yes right there" you moaned loudly, smacking noises filling the room as you got railed by your husband, like every night

"You're so tight holy fuck" he groaned, slapping your ass loudly making it red "Fuck I'm gonna cum"

Hopefully this was the time when he would finally breed you, you hoped he would

"Please cum ins-"

You couldn't even finish your sentence when he aggressively pulled out, coating your ass with his cum, your head fell down in anger and frustration, no matter what you did, he always pulled out

"Fuck baby, that was so good" he squeezed your ass and got off the bed, coming back with a damp towel to clean you up "You're always so good baby"

You couldn't hear a word he was saying, you wanted a baby and you knew he would never give it to you

"Why..."

"Excuse me?"

"Why do you not want to have a baby with me?" You sat up, facing him "Am I not enough? Are you afraid? Speak to me Billy!"

He was quiet, anger flashed in his face "I don't want to talk about this"

"But I do! I want to be a mother William! You know I do!" You yelled at him, picking up your pajamas to put them on "Damn it, just tell me to divorce you and I'll do it!"

"You won't divorce me! You're my wife!" He yelled back, you didn't even flinch "You're not leaving me"

"Then I'll find someone else to breed me" you challenged him, he was taken back "I'll find someone that'll cum so much inside it drips out of my nose, how about that?!"

He huffed a breath and walked out of the room, and out of the house, it was unfair that he didn't want to have a kid with you, but it was also unfair you were willing to cheat on him

~•~

Days went by, you didn't let Billy touch you, you guys were distant all the time and would exchange only a few words, you guys love each other but the elephant in the room didn't let you guys say it out loud

And your desire of being a mom led you to make your biggest mistake, fuck Eddie Munson...

"Oh god yes right there!" You moaned, Eddie was holding your legs up next to your head, pounding into you in a mating press "Please breed me, cum inside me"

"I'll give you every last drop of my cum, all of it, oh fuck you're so wet" he whined

Eddie was a whiney man when fucking, he was in heaven when you approached him and said you were done with your husband, and wanted him to breed you, his breeding kink was screaming and he could never refuse

You were hot, so hot and he had a fat crush on you during highschool, now you, on your late 20's were even hotter and mature, he couldn't deny

"Oh baby you're so tight, fuuuuck" he whined again, burying his face into your neck "I'm gonna cum please make me cum, make me cum fuck!"

Your pussy clenched around him so good it made his eyes roll back, he was in pussy heaven

"Eddie, I'm so close, please don't pull out"

"I could never dream of it baby"

With one last thrust, his cum coated your insides beautifully, you had never felt that and it had made you have a second orgasm on top of your first one, eyes rolling back and toes curling

"Fuck! Eddie!"

He was cumming so much it was unbelievable, his cum didn't stop until 3 minutes later, it was so so much it was coating the bed underneath you

"Fuck baby, that was amazing" he said pulling his soft dick out of you, his balls spent and empty

"Who said we were over?"

But you wanted more...

"Fuck baby, please please give it to me, fucking cum on this dick!" Eddie groaned as you rode him

Holding onto the headboard on the bed while it creaked loudly underneath you both, your hips bounced on him, taking his dick entirely into your pussy, it was obscene and it turned you on so much

"Fuuuuck Eddie it feels so good fuck!" His hands were pulling at your nipples, playing with your tits while he whined your named

Dirty talk was his specialty

"Fuck baby, you're so wet for me, gonna make me cum again, please just cum on it again" he whined at you in a voice you couldn't deny

"Please baby I'll cum on your dick, if you fill me up again with your cum"

He whined and nodded "Yes baby, I'll give you everything, milk my cock please please please" he begged, eyes rolling back "Oh fuck that feels so good" he moaned

His dick was big and veiny, his balls were big, storing lots of cum for you, since he had already gave you a creampie, his dick was coated in his own cum, your pussy pushing it back as you moved, making some fall down his balls and onto the bed, he was pussy drunk at this rate, he would do anything for you if you would keep moving like that

"Ahh, ahh, ahh" he moaned as you moved, feeling his balls tighten and rise up "Oh fuck I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum please cum with me, please with cum me" he grabbed your hips and starting to frantically thrust up into you, tears in his eyes "Please cum with me, cum with me, of fuck!" He said as he gave one last thrust into you and shot his load into your womb "Ahhh fuck!"

"Shit Eddie!" You moaned, orgasm washing over you, thinking about how it would feel if Billy was the one doing it...

But those thoughts were erased when Eddie pushed you down on the bed, opening your legs to see the mess he had done "You made such a mess out of me holy shit" he said out of breath

You giggled, playing with your pussy as his cum seeped out, pushing it back in, coating your wedding ring in another man's creampie

"You're so good Eddie, and such a nice dick"

"You like my dick?"

"Duh, or else I wouldn't have fucked you" you smiled at him, still cock drunk

But Eddie wasn't done, now he was the one that wanted more

"Well, prepare for a third load, because I'm hard as a rock"

"Oh shit-"

~•~

"Say it again" Eddie said in between moans, holding your neck as he pounded into you

"Cum inside me daddy" you said as best as you could

His dick was destroying your pussy, cum seeping out, loud squelching noises emiting from it as his dick went in and out of her, your pussy was milking his cock deliciously, he was borderline obsessed with you and your pussy

"This pussy is mine, I don't care what your husband does to me after I'm done breeding you, you're mine now and this sweet pussy? Hah it's all mine too, don't want anyone else to have it, only me"

You were so gone in pleasure you didn't care about anything, the world around you was gone, only Eddie and his dick existed to you, nothing would have ever prepared you or imagined the beautiful surprise Billy had for you at home...

"Say you'll leave him, say it... Say you'll come live with me, be my wife, divorce that bastard and be mine Y/n..."

With hazy eyes you looked at him, sealing a promise you could never make true

"Yes Eddie, I'll be your's, all your's"

With more moans and sloppy kisses he came inside you, again, you were most definitely pregnant as fuck, pregnant with Eddie's baby...

~•~

When you finally came home that night, you didn't expect seeing decorations around the living room, a huge banner that read 'I'm sorry Y/n, I love you' and warm food that was cold now waiting for you

"Where were you?" Billy asked from the couch, a beer on his hand

"I-I went to visit mom, she called and-"

"Stop lying!" He stood up, walking to you, he was wearing his red shirt you loved so much on him "I called her and she said she hasn't seen you since last month... Where were you?"

You looked down, afraid of telling him the truth

"I can smell it on you... You were having sex... Am I right?"

You just nodded

You could hear his heart shatter in his chest, you had made your promise true, you cheated on him

"Y/n... Do you know why I never came inside you?"

"Because you're a selfish asshole, that's why!"

He shook his head, eyes closed "Because I was scared... Scared I would be a terrible dad... During this time, I went to therapy and figured why I was so scared to get you pregnant... But now that I've figured it out and want to give you a baby... I see you're already carrying one..." He referred to the cum dripping from your thighs

"You want... To have a baby...?"

He nodded, sadly

"I made dinner for us... Planned it all, I had a speech ready, I waited for you... All night and look at you, coated in another man's scent, your pussy dripping with his cum, are you happy now, Y/n? Are you happy? Because you should I mean- you got what you wanted! Didn't you?!" He yelled, tears falling down his eyes "I'm leaving... I love you but, you clearly don't love me too..."

He had a bag ready with his stuff, he picked it up and looked at you one last time, taking off his wedding ring and placing it on your hand "Here, maybe you could give it to him, the man that gave you a kid..."

With that, he left the house, leaving you empty...

"I love you too Billy..." You said to no one since he has already left long ago...

~•~

Months later, you took a pregnancy test and it came back positive, you were having a baby! But... Eddie's baby, not Billy's...

You hadn't seen him since he left, you tried to approach Max but she yelled at you, telling you how much of a slut you are, reminding you of your mistake, if you only you had talked to him when he tried to do so...

Now you were driving to Eddie's work, the mechanic shop, you knew he wouldn't leave you alone, he wanted you...

"Eddie? Can we talk?"

He came from under the car he was working on, his hair in a messy bun and covered in oil stains

"Oh uhm Y/n, you shouldn't be here"

"Why? Is it not a lady's place? Haha" you giggled, but his face didn't change "What's wrong?"

"Why are you here?"

"I left him, for you Eddie, were having a baby" you placed the test on his hand, he scrunched his face in horror

"No, no, no, this can't be right, you're no, no!" He yelled throwing the test away "That's not my kid"

You were in disbelief, he was the one that bred you!

"What? Eddie you know what you're saying is a lie! It's your baby!"

"No, Y/n it is not, it's probably someone else's baby and you're just trying to put the weight on me, that's not my kid!"

You slapped him right on the face, making his face turn to the side, his hair falling from the bun

"You are a bastard! You know what we did! You know what you wanted! You wanted me to marry you! To have your baby! And now you don't ever recognize it?! You're like every other man Edward Munson!" You yelled at him, walking out of the shop

"I'm sorry..." He said holding his cheek

Truth was... Billy had been there. He told Eddie that happened, but he didn't say that Y/n was a slut. He talked wonders of her, even with his heart shattered he still loved her, Eddie listened intently, and he felt guilty in his chest, he knew Y/n was pregnant with his kid but he couldn't raise a baby with a woman who was married and second, that cheated on her husband, with him... So he did what he thought was right... Even if she was the love of his life...

Now Y/n was alone... Her mother was ashamed of her, didn't speak a word to her daughter, her friends stopped talking to her too, saying it was too low what she did and they were right...

Y/n Hargrove was alone in the world... Pregnant with a kid who wasn't her husband's...

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munsonxmayhem · 2 years

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Jealous billy Hargrove x plus sized reader ? ….reader and billy are friends he’s never even let on he’s interested in anything more…he finds out you have a date with Jason carver….he looses it stalks reader to date just walks into restaurant let’s Jason have it letting him know the reader belongs to him and takes you away no explanation until he gets you to lovers lake Hot backseat smut by lovers lake? Fluffy ending…. Please please

Expression Was Never His Forte.

Billy Hargrove x Fem!PlusSize!Reader

Warnings; Angst, Smut, Fluff

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“You look fine.” Billy tells you for the 5th time as you look at yourself disgustedly in the mirror. You couldn’t help the way you looked at your touching thighs, or the fat of your stomach. You hated it.

You go back to your closet, picking out a flowy dress that suited your complexion best. You walk to the bathroom, changing into it quickly before making your way back out. You forced a smile on your face as you looked in the mirror, trying to push back the insecurities.

“What’re you getting all dressed up for, anyways?” He asks, flicking through a magazine he’d found on your nightstand. You sigh, smoothing down the fabric of your dress.

“I’ve got a date.” You state simply. It was your first date in a long time, and you were incredibly nervous. He glances over the top of the magazine, “With who?” He tries his best to hide his jealousy.

“Jason Carver.” You inform him, finally turning away from the mirror. He looks back down at the magazine, distracting himself from the impending rage building in chest. You hear a knock at the door, “That must be him now..” You let out a shaky, nervous breath and Billy tosses the magazine on your stand.

“You can let yourself out, yeah?” You ask as you open the door. He nods, his jaw clenched. “Have fun.” He states, completely lacking sincerity.

You and Billy have been friends since he’d moved to town, him frequently coming to your house to avoid his father. You didn’t mind, he wasn’t the same jackass he was when he was in the public when it was just you two. He’d always been the friend you could turn to when you were getting bullied, or when you just wanted someone to hang out with.

You nod, grabbing a sweater and making your way to the front door. You open it to see Jason standing there, a nice white shirt and light leash jeans. “You look.. really pretty.” He smiles at you, and you blush. “Thank you, Jason. You look really.. handsome.” He gives you a soft thank you, before walking you to his car and opening the door for you.

“Is that Hargroves car?” Jason gestures to the vehicle in the driveway. You nod, “Yeah, he hangs out here sometimes.” You admit, and Jason nods, not questioning too much. “Guy seems like a dick.” He states, and you laugh. “He can be.” You admit, not wanting to ruin his reputation.

As you and Jason make your way to the restaurant, neither of you took notice of the blue ‘79 Camaro trailing not too far back. You played with the sleeves on your sweater as your nerves ran high, an anxious pit forming in the pit of your stomach; feeling as though something bad was about to happen.

He pulls into a parking lot in front of a small restaurant, only a couple other cars there. “This is nice.” You smile, glancing at him from your gaze at the neon lights. He nods, “They’ve got great food here.” He unbuckles, making his way out to open your door. You thank him as he continues opening doors for you, a true gentleman.

Billy parks his car directly beside Jason’s, watching as you two pick a seat next to the window. Perfect.. He thinks, knowing he’ll get to keep an eye on you with front row seating. Anger boils in his chest as he watches you laugh and smile with him. He’d never told you how he felt about you, never being able to. Billy didn’t exactly grow up with great examples of love, so expression was never his forte.

Anger? Yes. That was something he excelled in, and you knew that. Something in him snapped as he watched Jason’s hand reach for yours, immediately bolting out of his car and into the restaurant. He storms up to your table, and you nearly choke at the sight. “Billy? What’re-“ You’re cut off.

“Let’s go.” He demands, his body shaking with anger. “Woah, woah.. She’s not going anywhere.” Jason interrupts, and Billy’s head snaps towards him. Your eyes are wide, knowing the extent of Billy’s rage.

“What’d you just say?” Billy leans down, face getting close to Jason’s. Heads are turning to watch the display, your body coursing with fear and adrenaline. “Billy, stop. There are people watching.” You try to interfere, voice shaky as you try to calm him down. His eyes stay focused on Jason’s, jaw clenching tightly. “I said she’s not going anywhere, we’re on a date.” He states, trying to show as little fear as possible. You jump as Billy grabs him by the collar of his shirt, Jason’s hands flying up by his own head, signaling he’s not trying to fight.

“She goes when I says she goes. So if you’d like to try and stop me, Carver. Feel free, but just know..” Billy’s face is closer now, his hot breath fanning Jason’s face, and Jason looks mortified. “…it’s not going to end in your favor.” Jason is silent, eyes wide and body trembling. Billy keeps his hold on him, turning his head to you. “Let’s go.”

You nod, scared of what will happen if you didn’t. He’d never been this angry, especially not when you were around. He waits until you’re out of the booth to let Jason go, shoving him back by his shirt. Billy turns to the people that are looking, licking his bottom lip with a smirk. “Have a great rest of your night, everybody.” He waves, turning back to Jason to shoot him the meanest of looks.

Billy follows you out through the doors, and you stomp your way to the car, slamming the door behind you. He gets into the drivers seat, both of you staying quiet for a few moments as he starts the engine.

“What the fuck was that?!” You exclaim, eyes rimmed with tears, but you wouldn’t let them fall. His hands clench around the steering wheel, his face never turning to you. He peels out of the parking lot quickly, “You’re too good for him.” He states, plainly.

You sigh in frustration, running your hands through your hair. You stay quiet, not knowing what to say as you glance out the window and watch the city lights turn to forest. “Where are we going?” You ask quietly.

“You’ll see.” Is all he says, and after a few moments pulls into a long pathway. “What’re you gonna kill me?” You half-joke. He just laughs in return, shaking his head. He puts the car in park, and you glance out at the darkness ahead, only the moon in the sky shedding enough light to make out the scenery.

“Lover’s Lake?” You laugh, curiously glancing at him. He nods, jaw still tense like he’s holding something back. “Why-“ He cuts you off.

“I’m sorry, okay?” You gasp in surprise, never hearing him apologize ever. You raise a brow, “For?” He sighs, “I’m sorry for ruining what.. I’m sure.. was a lovely, but boring, date.” He states, glancing at you for the first time since the restaurant.

“It was lovely.” You state simply. “So why did you?” You push further, keeping it gentle so you don’t set him off. He shrugs, “I uh.. I.. I don’t know.” He stammers, sounding nervous; which is something you’d never seen before.

“Billy..” You reach out, placing your hand softly on his arm. He looks at your hand before back at you, eyes filled with something you’d never seen before. Sadness? Love? Both?

Before you can even process what’s happening, his lips are on yours; roughly at first, like you might back out, but when you kiss back he’s more gentle, his hand caressing your neck shakily. “I’m not..” He breaks the kiss, his eyes still closed as he rests his forehead against yours. “I’m not good at.. This. Feelings. Talking.” He admits, and you nod. “I know..” You whisper.

“You don’t have to..” You comfort, not wanting himself to push his boundaries. He nods slowly, “I want to..” You stay quiet, for him to finish. “Fuck.. I don’t know. I like you, okay? I just get so angry.. and tonight? Well.. I couldn’t let you be on a date with him. It’s selfish, I know because you.. Well you deserve better than me, but I don’t want you with anyone else.” He states, eyes never opening as he tries to keep his confidence.

You let out a shaky breath, you’d never known; he’d never given you the slightest of indication that he was into you. He never knew how, all he knew was anger and violence. You nod, sympathetically. “You could’ve told me..” You speak softly, and he groans quietly. “I didn’t.. Fuck!” He pulls back, leaning against his seat with his head back. “I didn’t know how! I don’t know how to do this shit..” He’s starting to get angry again, but not with you.. with himself.

“Hey.. Hey, I know. It’s okay.” You tell him to calm him down, hand gently laying against his shoulder. He looks at you softly before his lips are back on yours, hungry and desperate. You moan softly into the kiss, and he breaks it. “Keep doing that and I won’t be able to control myself..”

“Then don’t..” You whisper, not even sure if you’d said it out loud. He smirks, “Yeah?” You nod slowly.

He glances to the back seat, raising an eyebrow at you. You smirk and nod and he immediately gets out, you following suit, he pushes his seat forward for you to climb in to the back, him following quickly and slamming the door. He grabs your face, kissing you deeply as you making your way into his lap, straddling him. He groans into the kiss as you unintentionally grind down on him, his hands flying to remove his jacket.

His hands find your waist immediately, trailing down to your thighs, he digs his fingers into the doughy flesh, and you grind down harder. “Fuck, so good, sweetheart.” He breaths out into the kiss, you smile as you do it again.

He breaks the kiss, fumbling around with his belt before he gets it open, popping the button of his jeans before yanking down the zipper. You can feel the wetness pooling in your panties with anticipation, adrenaline coursing through your veins.

He lifts his hips slightly, pulling his pants down far enough for his cock to spring free. Your eyes go wide at the size, not expecting it. He catches your gaze, moving your hips to cover it. You whimper when it makes contact with your heat through the thin fabric of your underwear, biting your lip to stifle the moan as you rock your hips against it.

He stops your hips before moving his hand underneath you, expertly moving your panties to the side. You gasp loudly when his runs two fingers through your slit, gathering your slick. “Sh-shit, baby. So wet for me already?” He stares at you through hooded eyes, and you nod shyly.

He takes his bottom lip between his teeth, grabbing his shaft and aligning it to your entrance. Your jaw drops as you feel the tip prodding you slightly, a loud moan exiting your lip as he slowly moves you down onto it. He groans as your cunt squeezes around him, “You feel.. fucking incredible.” He breathes out and you whimper. You cry out as he snaps his hips up, filling you completely. He seats you down onto him, yanking his own shirt off as he gives you time to adjust. He takes the hem of your dress, looking up at your eyes questionably.

You shake your head, placing your hands over it; not wanting him to see your body. “Hey.. Never hide yourself from me, okay? You’re perfect..” He says gently, his voice soft and caring. You nod slowly, giving in. He quickly pulls the fabric over your head, tossing it next to him with his own shirt.

You instinctively use your arms to cover yourself the best you can, and he shakes his head. He reaches up, slowly pulling your arms away from his body and placing them on his shoulders. His hands come out and gently slide along every curve of your body, studying it like you were the most intricate, beautiful pieces of art he’d ever seen.

“You’re beautiful..” He coos. You’ve never seen the Billy you are tonight, and you’re so happy. He puts his hands on your hips as you steady yourself on his shoulder, pushing against them as leverage as you start bouncing up and down onto him.

“Oh.. oh my god..” You breath out shakily, the pleasure permeating through you. His head falls back, but his hooded eyes stay trained on you, his hands helping to guide your movements. Your head rolls back as you try to keep your steady pace, soft moans leaving your mouth.

“You’re so good, baby. Fuck..” He groans as you clench at his words. He pulls you against him suddenly, your head falling against the dip in his neck. You let out a shaky whimper as he brings a hand to your shoulder, the other one holding your hip tightly as he starts snapping his hips up into you.

“Fuck! Oh!” You cry out, your hand pressing against the foggy glass of the back window. He grunts and groans as he drives himself into you, hands gripping you tightly.

“Think he could fuck you as good as me? Huh?” He growls against your neck, his teeth grazing your pulse point. You shake your head, unable to speak. “Could he? Hm?” He snaps his hips harder, your whole body jerking as you cry out.

“N-No! Fuck! He couldn’t.” You whimper out, the knot building in your stomach. “You’re damn right, he couldn’t.” He groans between sharp thrusts.

“Billy! I’m so close.. s-so close..” You stammer out between heavy pants, and he nods; nipping at the skin of your neck. He brings the hand from your shoulder, sliding between you two and pressing his thumb to your clit. “Me too, baby. Cum for me. Come on, beautiful..” He urges, rubbing quickly against your clit.

His words send you over the edge, a loud cry leaving your mouth, followed by a moan as you shake around him, the waves of pleasure flowing through you. Your pussy flutters around him sporadically, triggering his own release. His unrelenting pace falters as he reaches his high, groaning loudly as he fills you with his release. He thrusts slowly through both of your highs before stopping his movements, his hands coming around your back and head to hold you close.

You both breath heavily as you come down, bodies slick with sweat as you rest your head against his shoulder. He places kisses along your neck and shoulder, his hot breath fanning you. You feel his head fall back against the seat, and you lean back with shaky arms. You watch him intently; his lips parted as breaths fall in and out of them, some of his hair stuck to his skin with sweat, his rosy cheeks.

“What’re you lookin’ at?” He tilts his head up to look at you, bringing a hand to your cheek as his thumb caresses it gently. “Hm?” He urges quietly, causing a small smile to form on your lips. “You.” He smiles, rolling his eyes humorously. You giggle breathlessly, leaning down and pressing your lips softly to his.

He melts into the kiss, his hand never leaving the side of your face. He breaks the kiss, holding you back by your shoulders and taking in your entire body. Your face burns with embarrassment as he watches you, and he smiles. “You truly are.. so beautiful.”

“Yeah?” You ask softly and he nods. “Yes.” Is all he says, he slowly lifts your hips up; his now softened cock sliding out of you, you wince lightly at the sudden emptiness. He reaches to his side, grabbing your dress and pulling it over your head, and you move your panties back into place. You slowly crawl off his lap, letting him redress himself.

You both sit there for a few moments, you tracing shapes into the foggy glass. You feel his hand grabbing yours and you turn your head to look at him. “I really am sorry about tonight.” He states and you nod. “I know you are.” You give him a reassuring squeeze on his hand.

“Thank you..” You say softly, barely above a whisper. He raises a brow at you, “For what?” You shrug, looking down at your entwined fingers. “For opening up to me.. I know it’s hard for you.” You admit.

“I just.. I want you to know that I’m trying.. To be a better person. You make me a better person.” He admits, not sure why he said it. You smile, your heart skipping at his confession.

The next words from him surprises both of you, especially you.

“I love you.” He states, his eyes never leaving yours. You smile softly at him, “I love you, too..” He looks relieved at your words, never thinking anyone could love him. “Let’s get you home, yeah?” He asks softly and you nod, grabbing his wrist and checking the time. “Fuck.. It’s late.” He sighs and you nod.

“You can stay over if you’d like.” You state, and he nods. “Yeah.. I think I might.” Your stomach leaps, he’s never stayed over before.

As you get out of the car, the cool air hits your skin, sending shivers across your body. “Oh no..” You groan, realizing. He glances at you, concerned. “I left my sweater at the restaurant.” You sigh, and he looks back at the car. You see him reach into the back, grabbing his denim jacket and handing it to you. “Here.” He smiles and you grab it slowly. “Thank you..” He walks you to your side, surprising you further as he opens the door for you.

As you both lay in your bed, his arms wrapped around you tightly; you listen to his breathing. The room is dark, but you can make out his features, his eyes glancing at you tiredly. “Be mine..” He whispers. You smile, “I’m yours..” You confess, placing a soft kiss against his lips. He smiles, relief flooding his body as he allows himself to fall asleep wrapped up in you.

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Authors Note: Fist time writing for Billy, but I hope you like it <3

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littlemessyjessi · 2 years

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"I Scream, You Scream, We All Scream for Ice Cream": More Billy Hargrove and his goth GF

Billy Hargrove Imagine

Billy Hargrove x PS Reader, Billy Hargrove x Goth Reader

Pre-established relationship

General Idea: Someone asked for more of reader and her spooky treats.

Two boots squeaked across the concrete as Billy Hargrove made his way down the hallway.

Max was already in the car and he'd been waiting on you for ten minutes now.

He always took you home after school and usually you damn near blasted out of the building.

So where were you?

He'd given it about five more minutes before he began to worry.

He'd gone by your locker thinking that maybe you got held up and were just trying to get your things.

No such look.

So his next thought was your last class.

Home Economics.

Sure enough as he neared the door he could see your through the little window on the door.

You were sitting on the stool behind one of the little tables.

Your chin in your hand, elbow on the table, a completely put out look on your face.

He watched you through the window for a few seconds more before swinging the door open.

"Baby? What are you doing? Come on."

You looked up.

Eyes gone big at him.

You sighed, smacking your hands to your forehead.

"Oh, hi, babe. I'm sorry. I forgot to tell you to go ahead." you said.

"Go ahead?" he asked, brows furrowing. "What are you talking about? I always take you home."

"Oh, uh, well." you said, hands fidgeting.

"Well what?" he pressed, those electric blue eyes narrowing in on you. "Did you get in trouble or something? Detention?"

He knew it wasn't likely because you were a perfect angel.

At least in his eyes anyway.

There wasn't much you could do that would warrant a punishment in Billy's mind… and he had issues with anyone who seemed to think otherwise.

"No, uh, I'm not in trouble. I'm just waiting on my cousin. She's bringing me a cooler. I, uh, I have ice cream." you said, not meeting his eye.

"Babe." he chuckled. "Just get it. Max is already in the car with the air on and you don't live far. It'll be fine. Just hold it up to the vent."

You gnawed on your lip and glanced up at him, "Well, uh, I can't really do that, Billy. It's too much to hold in the front seat."

Billy lifted an eyebrow at you, waiting for further explanation.

You gave a long suffering sigh before standing and opening the classroom freezer behind you.

There, sitting as pretty as ever were two trays of cups.

Black and green swirls of ice cream all sat in a row.

And all untouched.

He sighed.

"Baby…"

You looked like you were about to cry and he crossed the room quickly to gather you in his arms.

He pressed kisses into your hairline.

"I just don't get it." you whispered. "It's just ice cream. Everyone watched me make it yesterday in class. Like, it's not like I did anything. I wouldn't do that!"

"I know, baby." he said, hand rubbing up and down your back.

"And I was so excited because it's ice cream day, Billy. Ice cream. Who doesn't like ice cream?" you vented. "And I worked hard on it. I stayed up last night and made homemade sprinkles. And I came in during my lunch just so I could make the syrup fresh. I even made chocolate covered bananas in case anyone wanted a sundae! It's key lime pie and black coconut because I remembered that it's Hannah Pearson's birthday today and I heard her tell Misty Donahue that she loved key lime pie and that coconut was her new favorite slushie flavor. So I thought I'd make them special… because it's her birthday!"

Billy pulled you in a little tighter.

"But… but she said I was a weirdo. She said she wouldn't eat anything I made because I'd probably poisoned it. That they even looked like poison. Billy, I would never - "

"Sssh- baby. I know. I'm so sorry." he said.

He hated high school.

He hated how kids could be.

And at that moment he hated Hannah Pearson because he knew it was less about you and more about the fact that she'd hit on him and he shot her down because frankly he wasn't interested and also because he was hopeless for you.

He held you for a little longer before he pressed a kiss to your temple and settled you down on the stool with a sigh.

"Just sit tight for a second, baby."

"Why?" you asked immediately. "Where are you going?"

"Just sit tight, ok?" he said.

"Billy, don't get into a fight or anything. I know you already hate Dereck…" you said.

He chuckled thinking of Hannah's boyfriend.

He knew that you knew that he wouldn't hit a woman. He wouldn't hit Hannah. But that certainly wouldn't stop him for starting a fight with her current boyfriend.

He did hate Dereck Landley because he was a jerk and was actively looking for a reason to bash his face in… but that would have to wait for another day.

"I won't. I swear. Just wait here." he said and disappeared out the door.

He'd made it to the parking lot in moments, opening the door to his car and pulling Max's headphones off.

"Billy!" she said annoyed.

"Get out." he said.

"What? I didn't even-"

He sighed, rolling his eyes, "Get out and come inside. I need your help."

Her blue eyes widened.

Billy? Needed her help? What had the world come to?

Nevertheless, she exited the car even if she did give her stepbrother an odd look as she fell into step with him.

"You're little friends still around?" he asked.

Max tensed.

She and Billy had gotten past a lot but she was still wary about some things.

"Uh…"

"I'm not gonna do anything. Relax." he all but growled. "I just need more people."

"Uh, I don't know. I can go see." she said, still unsure.

He nodded, "Alright, go do that and meet me here in about ten minutes."

Max, still confused with him, furrowed her brows, but he had already turned around and stalked in a different direction.

He nearly gagged at the idea of speaking to that familiar head of hair up ahead but he forced it down anyway.

"Harrington!" he called out.

Steve turned, his face clearly showing that he was not in the mood.

Though, Billy was less concerned with Steve and more about the freckled face next to him.

"Buckley, you got a minute?" he asked.

"Don't you have a girlfriend?" she quipped.

"Don't you?" he shot back, sending her cheeks aflame.

He sighed, "Sorry, reflex. Look, do you two like ice cream?"

"What?" Steve asked, bewilderment clear on his face.

Billy huffed out a breath, "Do you like ice cream?"

"We do work at Scoops Ahoy…" Robin trailed off.

"Just come to the Home Ec room in ten minutes." he said and turned away.

The two teens shared a look of confusion but honestly, Billy's erratic behavior was too good to pass up.

His last stop was the drama room and as expected when he came through the door the Hellfire club looked up in surprise.

Never did they think they'd see Billy Hargrove standing there unless he had come to terrorize someone.

Eddie lifted a brow briefly but painted on a smile, trying to diffuse whatever catastrophe that was about to occur.

"Uh… meetings are private, Hargrove." he said. "You need an invitation."

"Do you guys like ice cream?" Billy asked, patience running thin.

Gareth's eyes bugged out of his head while Jeff's brows drew so far together they almost looked like one.

"Uh.." Eddie laughed. "What?"

"Ice cream." Billy repeated. "Do you like ice cream?"

"Look, man. We're not try-"

"Just come to the Home Ec room in ten minutes." he said, promptly turning and leaving the few members to look at one another in confusion.

Soon enough Billy had circled back around to the front to collect Max and her ragtag group of little hooligans along with Lucas' younger sister, Erica.

Robin and Steve had been joined by Nancy as well as the junior cheerleader Chrissy Cunningham.

Eddie, Gareth and Jeff trickled in behind them as they all stood in the middle of the hallway.

"What's going on, Hargrove?" Steve asked.

"We're going to the Home Ec room. My girlfriend made ice cream." he answered as if he were remarking on the weather.

"Billy." Max groaned. "Come on."

He sighed, "Listen, the people at this school are dicks." he said.

"You would know." Robin said.

Billy lifted an eyebrow at her and she lifted one back.

"Well, it's true. You were an asshole until you got with Y/N." she said. "And that's still up for discussion honestly."

He sighed. "She made ice cream for class today. And she worked hard on it. She always does. And no one would eat it. They always do that to her and I know it hurts her feelings. But she deserved better than that. No one deserves to be ridiculed like that for no reason."

There was a shift in the group, each turning inward to their own struggles.

"You don't have to." he said. "I just thought it would be nice. You can have something nice to eat. Because I know it will be. Everything is always great."

"I can second that." Max chimed in. "She always brings me food in the morning and those mummy things were awesome."

Billy actually smiled at his stepsister for that.

To which she panicked and looked away because Billy is Billy.

"Again, you don't have to but it would be nice. You'll get something and honestly, I think it would just mean a lot to her." he said. "Please."

None of them had really ever seen anything like this from him and certainly never heard him beg.

So call it moral obligation or pure shock… but they all followed.

The door opened and you looked up only to curl inwards a little.

"Billy." you whispered. "I'm not looking to be ridiculed yet again today."

"No one is here to ridicule you." Billy said, coming to stand at your side and looking at the others. "Just here to have some ice cream. Right?"

It was silent for a beat before Eddie stepped forward, leaning on his elbows on the table in front of you. "We wouldn't dream of it, sweetheart." he said, batting his doe eyes at you dramatically. "Especially not with your trusty guard dog here."

He winked at Billy who was slightly amused but narrowed his eyes anyway.

"You watch the pet names, Munson. That's my girl you're talking to." he said.

Eddie gave him an impish grin before sliding around to sit on the stool next to yours.

"So tell me Miss Culinary Queen. What's on the menu? If it's anything like those cakes you brought for your birthday, or maybe it was Christmas in middle school then I'm in!" he said.

Chrissy startled everyone with her gasp, "Oh my god! Yes! Those little chocolate cakes with the, the, uh chocolate syrup or fudge or something on the inside?"

"Oh, those were lava cakes." you said.

"Yes!" Chrissy said.

"And they were made up to look like actual volcanoes." Eddie said. "Fucking rad, man. And they were good as fuck. I could eat one right now."

"Thank you." you said getting to your feet and heading to the freezer. "Um, well, it's not lava cake. But it's homemade ice cream. It's lime and coconut. And, uh, I have toppings too. And chocolate covered bananas. And chocolate sauce and caramel syrup. In- In- In case anyone wants a sundae or something."

There was a murmur of excitement and soon enough the group of people were enjoying their frozen treats and having a good time.

Billy slid an arm around your waist and pulled you down on his lap, eliciting a small giggle from you.

"Saved you some." he said, holding out a little cup.

"Thank you." you said, pecking his cheek.

"No problem, baby." he said, holding up his cup to yours.

You clinked the plastic with his, and let the ice cream dance on your tongue.

And maybe life wasn't perfect.

Maybe the day had sucked.

Maybe Home Ec would always be a pain in the ass.

But you had a guy who loved you and would clearly go to any depths he could to make you happy.

And that was all you could really ask for.

"Hey, you know, Y/N. I've literally been trying to talk to you for years but like, every time I get close, you bolt or something." Eddie said.

"Watch it, Munson." Billy said.

His glare was soft but still made you giggle and peck his cheek again.

"Easy, Kujo." Eddie teased him before turning his attention back to you. "I meant as a friend. I just think you look cool is all. I see the little projects you do sometimes and they're pretty badass. I've always kinda thought we'd be good friends."

"Oh." you said, shock coloring your tone. "Well, I mean, I didn't mean to run away. I guess I was just preoccupied or maybe I thought I was in the way. But, but thank you. I, uh, I've seen your band before. You guys are awesome."

Eddie grinned massively and you smiled back.

And Billy had an inkling that perhaps he'd done more than cheer you up.

Maybe just maybe… he'd brought a couple of friends together.

Hey, loves. So now I'm fucking soft again. NO ONE TOUCH ME! *sobs*

Anyway, I hope you liked it and I would love to hear your thoughts!

Be nice to yourself and please drink a cup of water today!

Love, K

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fbfh · 2 years

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i found your blog and im absolutely OBSESSED with it. if you’d be willing, could you write something with billy and a plus sized fem reader? with a lot of praise? 🥹

HSKNFKSD THANK YOU BABES IM OBSESSED WITH YOU TOO!!!! <333 HELL YEAH HELL YEAH!!!!!

Billy loves plus sized hotties like yourself, like he literally adores you. He doesn't think he's ever seen anyone as alluring as you are. Setting aside your dazzling and deeply compassionate personality and how much of a comfort you've become to him, even setting aside his trust in you, growing every day that you're there for him, that you foster as tenderly as you would a baby bird, you are hands down the hottest person he’s ever fucking seen. When he takes you out to parties, he watches you cheer him on when he does his infamous keg stands. He also watches the glares you get from the girls lingering near by. Jealousy evident on their faces that you're the one Billy looks at like that, the one he kisses so deeply and hungrily, the one he can't keep his hands off of, and he really can't keep his hands off you.

You're both well aware of this, and he's not shy at all about expressing it. He tells you all the time exactly what he thinks about you. He'll be kissing you deeply, angling his jaw to get his tongue even deeper into your mouth while he feels you up, panting in anticipation as he caresses and gropes your soft curves.

"So fuckin' sexy..." he mutters against your lips, and you know he means it.

And oh my god when things escalate???? He absolutely makes you wear his necklace, loving the way it looks settled against your soft chest. That alone drives him fucking crazy, much less when you wrap your legs around him and pull his hair and whine against his mouth????? He could cum on the spot just from that alone. And he really can't shut up then either. If his tongue isn't actively in your mouth (or somewhere else) he's watching your pupils dilate at the never ending praise tumbling from his lips.

"Look so pretty like this, so gorgeous all fucked out for me..."

"You gonna be good for Billy? Gonna take what I give you, huh?"

"Just like that, dollface, so pretty when you listen..."

There's a certain thrill, a warmth that stirs in his chest and a fire in his stomach from grabbing your soft cheeks and making you look at him while he fucks you stupid, praising you for every moan, every noise, every yes daddy, no daddy, all yours, just for you Billy. Because you're his sweet precious baby doll, and he'll tell you over and over, just to make sure you really know.

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chubbyreaderchan · 1 year

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Waking up at 3 am and calling Billy Hargrove.

He's quick to get the phone, luckily the easiest to wake with a phone call.

"Hello" his voice is sleepy.

"Wanna go on an adventure with me?"

He knows it's you, a sleepy smile etches into his face.

"What?" He acts all cool.

"I'm hungry and I can't sleep and I don't want to be alone," you reply.

He groans. Sleepy, not annoyed.

"Be there soon," he groaned.

You end up eating gas station food in the middle of a random parking lot sitting against the hood of his Camero. He gets extremely happy internally when you lean against him and point out stars to him.

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harringtons-cupid · 1 year

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In love with a criminal - Steve Harrington X Fem Reader

➻wc. 3.4k

➻Warnings: 18+;

Creampie, infidelity, choking, fingering, squirting, cunnilingus. Masturbation. Findom

This is based off the songs - Heaven - Julia Michaels & Where you belong - The Weeknd

Steve Harrington is based off someone I used to be involved with - so thanks for writing inspo I guess ;)

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He was notorious for his dangerous antics, he had been arrested multiple times, he had fought many people including your boyfriend Billy.

Not wanting to tell him or anyone for that matter that you found him attractive.

He was cocky and rude, all girls would swoon over him. If body counts were important, his would toppling the scale.

You had been with your boyfriend Billy Hargrove just under 2 years, he had saved your life from a Mind Flayer after spending weeks in the hospital. You and his half sister Max stayed by his side, Billy was different these days.

He wasn’t as involved with fights, you would spend most of your time with him. He was sweet, loving and kind, he wouldn’t wind up Max or bully her for dating Lucas.

There was one person that grinded on his gears was Steve. He knew that Steve liked you, he hated when Steve would wait outside school for you.

You weren’t rude, you did stop to speak to Steve. Before Billy, you and Steve were close but you drifted due to Billy’s jealously.

Today Billy drove loudly into school, Max was sat in the back listening to her Walkman as his hand stroked your thigh.

It was a hot day, your legs were burning against the leather seats. Your mini skirt riding up as you turned to get out the car, much to your surprise. Steve’s car was not parked out the front of the school, Billy smiled taking your hand in his.

Your lilac flowery top blew against the wind, the sun blinded you as you walked together into the school. Everyone looked at you both, all the girls fancied Billy and were jealous of you.

At the end of the day, you left school before Billy. Deciding to have a cigarette against the wall out of the sun, the heel of your shoe rested against the wall as you bent your head to lit the cigarette.

“Mind if I pinch one?” His voice was calm and not, a smirk appeared on your face. Trying to hide it as you exhaled.

“Sure but don’t you have your own?” Your eyebrows raised as you extended the box out in front of him.

He shrugged and let his back hit against the wall, his shoulders touched yours. Sending broken shivers down your spine, smoke exhaled into the air as your eyes met.

“Your little boyfriend not here then?” He sneered at you, making you tut and roll your eyes.

As your head turned to watch other kids rush out the school doors, you didn’t notice his eyes scan your body. Stopping at each bit of exposed skin, trying to calm himself down with every exhale of smoke.

Lifting his sunglasses off his eyes , they met yours through the smoke, those dark and dangerous brown eyes made you melt. Smoking the cigarette slowly not leaving his eyes, your breathing became hitched as his body got closer to you. His hands trailed your exposed skin making you shiver, reaching your nipples. He pinched hard over your top, listening as a raspy moan escaped your lips.

Smirking to himself, his body was standing over you. His cigarette was smoking on the gravelled floor as he spread your legs apart to position himself closer to you. Your head was firmly pressed into the brick wall, fussy and drunk on him.

His lips came in contact with your neck, nibbling slightly before licking it. That same noise escaped your mouth, he chuckled on your skin.

You knew what he was doing but you had no control, it’s like your body needed him.

His hands trailed down your arms, reaching your hands and squeezing them. Taking one last look at you, lifting his knee up between your legs. Feeling your wet panties and stroking you against his knee, watching you struggle and gasp.

Before letting go of your body, leaning into your ear.

“Catch you later, Sweetheart” his breath hot against your skin, slowly opening your eyes to see his disappear behind those shades.

Another unlit cigarette in his mouth, he tilted his glasses down and winked at you. As he was turning away from you, Billy’s loud booming voice was ricocheting across the courtyard. Steve smirked as they grew closer together.

“WHAT WERE YOU DOING WITH HER?” His voice was angry, shoving Steve hard with both hands.

“Nothing that she doesn’t already want” winking at Billy with that dazzling smirk.

You stood still dazed, watching as Billy shouted at Steve. Who calmly let him, your whole body tingled. His head turned to look at you once more with a simple head nod, his shoulders pushed past Billy.

Ignoring his taunts as he made his way to his car, his marron BMW did something to you. His arm hung out the drivers window, his eyes glared at you as he spun off into the distance.

Once he had left, Billy was by your side once again. You missed when Billy was like that, he’d touch you in public or make you feel you were going to die if he didn’t touch you.

Sighing, you took his arm in yours and let him lead you towards the car. His hand on your thigh, not paying attention to anyone but the idea of Steve Harrington and you.

He dropped you off at your house, after talking to your mom for a while. You flopped on your bed with a sigh, your mind shifted to Steve Harrington.

Without realisation, your hand slipped down your panties. You were soaking wet, your eyes tightly closed as you visioned him. Your lip bleeding from being bitten, your hips arched as you grinded yourself against your hand.

It wasn’t long before your eyes shot open in ecstasy, your body shaking as you rode your fingers. Muffling your moans with your bleeding lip, in your mind Steve was buried between your legs. His silky tongue was spelling his name out on your clit, his hands were digging into your thighs.

You came hard, completely coating your bed and your clothes. Giggling to yourself, sweat glistened on your forehead. Your thighs sticky and dripping, you grabbed a towel and wandered to the bathroom.

As the water trickled down your back your mind found it’s way to him again, your hand pushed the shower head between your legs. Bucking at the intense friction, your already cum coated cunt was twitching.

Your vision of him standing behind you, spreading your legs and slamming into you. His hands would be all over you, his lips would be marking you until he would fill you up.

You knew he had a breeding kink, it was something that been in your mind since you found out. That someone so dangerous cause you breed you, made you want it more.

Your legs buckled slightly in your water as your clit twitched. Cum splashed into the base of the shower, your moans escaped into the noise of the water. He filled your mind as you came twice.

Feeling some what satisfied, you got out. Taking your time to change into your pastel blue lace night dress, lying on your stomach as you flicked through magazines until your eyes became heavy.

You were woken by the home telephone ringing through the house, out of curiosity you rushed downstairs. Breathlessly you picked up, an automated voice forced you to transfer when your clit twitched at his voice.

“Hey Sweetheart, I don’t mean to be a pain but I couldn’t call anyone else” he sounded desperate, his voice was hoarse.

“What do you need Steve?” Your voice was shaking as you whispered into the receiver, not wanting to wake your parents up.

“So you know where my mom is don’t you? Well can you ask her and she should give you money to bail me out” His pitch changed to a whisper as he told you.

You knew what he meant, throughout your friendship he had always referred to ‘Mom’

“Speak soon Steve” you hung up, composing yourself at the bottom of the stairs. You threw on your puffer jacket and boots with no socks.

Quietly starting the car, you drove to Steve’s. There was a key perfectly placed under the mat, sliding it into the lock loudly. His parents were never home, the house smelt unused and cold.

Under the floorboards of Steve’s bed, there was a big black urn shaped tub with gold lettering M.O.M.

You had never seen the contents until now, there were thousands and thousands of dollars stuffed into the tub. Cents rattled against the china, there were watches and knives amongst it.

Amazed, you pulled out more than enough. Stuffing it into your pocket, taking one last look at his room. Knowing that he could loose a second, you opened his closet and smelled his clothes. That strong scent of cigarette and his expensive cologne filled your nostrils, your eyes closed you could almost imagine he was here.

Snapping out of it and into reality, you rushed into the dark night. Glancing back at the house once more before pulling out the culs de sac, the police station wasn’t far from either of your houses.

You waited in the car for a second before tucking the money under your arm. You had found an empty envelope in his house that you shoved it in.

Your hands shook as you walked inside, the lights blared into your retinas as you waited for someone to attend to you. Clearing your throat, you requested bail for “Steve Harrington” the woman repeated the amount of “$500” and you slid over the envelope. She took out the correct amount before sliding it back.

Rudely asking for you to wait there, sitting down on the cold and uncomfortable chairs. Until what felt like forever, his eyes met yours.

That damned smile.

He changed in the back of your car, the silver chain glistened is the light. Swapping his earrings for his small hoops, your eyes were captivated. He winked when he caught you staring.

Starting the car, you assumed he’d want to go home. Sitting in silence as the streetlights flew by, growing closer and closer to his house.

“Hold on! Sweetheart stop here” He tapped onto the side of the door, curiously you stopped.

You were parked at the side of the road, at 1:30am as Steve Harrington searched the bushes on the outskirts of town. His head came up with a grin, clutching onto 3 plastic bags containing something you couldn’t quite see.

Continuing to drive until you reached his house, turning off the engine. You turned to face him, his tired eyes gleamed back at you. The plastic bags sat on his lap as he dug inside them, pulling out a red velvet box.

He opened it and pushed it forward towards you.

“I got this for you, Sweetheart” he smiled at you, his dirty hands clutched onto the box as you stared at the contents.

Gasping as it twinkled in the fluorescent lighting, the shadows hid you both well. Taking it into both hands, still in shock.

“Here let me” He took the clasp off you, turning so that your back faced him.

The necklace hit your hot skin, the soft sound of the clasp being done up. Your hand touched it, feeling the jewels between your fingers.

The emerald and gold necklace suited you, it matched your smile.

Unable to speak as you stared him, leaning forward until your breath met. Your eyes closed instantly as you felt his rough lips on yours.

Billy had disappeared in your mind as Steve’s hands touched your skin, the necklace pressed into your neck in the shadows of your car.

“Would you like to come in?” He whispered into your ear, your body needed him.

Nodding, his hand in yours as he led you into his house again. The plastic bags clunked in his hand, throwing them under his bed to allow full his attention on you.

You felt drunk as his hands combed through your hair, sliding down to your ass and picking you up. Your legs wrapped round his body grinding against him desperately as he kissed your neck.

“Billy, not giving it you to Sweetheart?” You could hear the smirk in his voice, feeling pleased with himself as he threw you onto the bed.

Ripping off your coat and boots, spreading your legs and peeling off your panties. His tongue licked down your inner thigh, sending shivers through your body. There was a pool of wetness closest to your clit, your hands tugged on strands of his hands.

Your vision from earlier was coming true, his tongue was circling his name onto your clit as your back arched against the bed. Your eyes tightly shut, you moaned loudly into the room.

His fingers played with your entrance before sliding inside you, you whined at the sensation. Blood rushed through your body, he felt this as you rode his face and fingers. Edging closer to your orgasm, wetting his face with your cum as your body shook.

He kept going until you were unable to moan, kissing up your body as he removed his fingers. Shoving them into your mouth making you taste them, gagging on them before dropping his own trousers.

Your eyes dropped to his hard cock in the material of his boxers, with greed. You yanked them down, gasping at the sight in front of you.

You had heard about the size of his cock but as it twitched in front of you. You felt yourself grow weak with lust, wrapping your arms around his back and pulling him closer to you. Your nails dig into him, marking him roughly.

His cock forced your pussy apart, not giving you a second to familiarise before thrusting inside you. His grunts echoed in your mind, your legs were weakly wrapped around his back.

Grabbing tightly onto you, he rolled you over. His back touching the mattress with you on top, his hands guiding your hips as you rode him. His eyes stared into yours, the tip of his dick hitting your soft spot over and over.

The sounds of your wet pussy and both of your moans filled the room, his hands snaked around your neck. Your hand played with his chest hair as you rocked back and forth, your hips hitting together.

“Fuck Sweetheart, you’re going to make me cum” his voice was shaky, feeling out of control as you continued to move.

A surge of power darted through your veins, you sped up. Clenching your pussy around him, he groaned at the sensation. Thrusting desperately beneath you, firmly pressing your hand on his chest and sliding until your hands fit perfectly around his neck.

You squeezed tightly, slamming yourself down onto his body. His groans were muffled, his eyes were pleading down at you.

“You going to cum in me Steve?” You smirked, feeling powerful as you brought him closer to his orgasm.

Within seconds, his hot cum was filling up inside you. His cock still pulsating as he slowly thrusted it inside you, loosening your grip around his neck. You arched your back and rode through your own orgasm.

His body twitched repeatedly underneath you, feeling him cum again inside you. Not wanting to stop you continued until he whined from overstimulation.

Smirking to yourself, you climbed off him. Some of his cum sticking to your legs as you flopped next to him. Within seconds, you heard faint snores escape his mouth. Smiling you kissed his forehead and left.

In the morning, you watched the ceiling move. Your guilt crept through your veins, your pussy hurt from Steve. Unbeknownst to you, Billy was already on his way over. His loud music rattled the windows of your parents house, your mom invited him in. Her flirting could be heard from your bed, rolling your eyes and sighing as his footsteps grew closer and closer.

''Hey baby, I missed you. Your mom said you weren't well'' his voice was soft and quiet, his body hovered over you as his hand brushed your hair out your eyes.

You were pale, but not due a physical illness.

He climbed into bed with you, his warm body cradled yours. His arms tightly around your stomach, kissing your neck when you began to cry. He rubbed your arm in circles, soothing you as you soaked your pillowcase.

Staying with you until you were fast asleep, you didn’t hear his feet tiptoe out the room. When you awoke, the house was silent.

Steve’s necklace had been neatly hidden in your desk drawer by your bed, it was 10AM. You showered and changed, wondering whether to go to school or to stay at home.

Your guilt was heavy against your chest as you stared at the photo of you and Billy on your desk and fell back underneath the covers.

It took you another day to recover, when you arrived at school without Billy. You were scared incase Steve would be waiting for you, as the bell rang at the end of the day.

Feelings of fear and anxiety bubbled in your stomach as the sun scorned your face. Scanning the courtyard for his maroon BMW which was nowhere to be found, Billy’s lit cigarette crowded his face.

His blonde curls illuminated in the sunlight, he rushed towards you and threw his arm around you. Leading you towards the car.

“I’m glad that Harrington isn’t here today” his voice was pleased.

“Yeah me too” you sighed, not really agreeing with him.

Billy drove you both to the drive in movie theatre, his arm around you as you sat side by side. Your mind not focusing on the movie in front of you, the toffee popcorn stuck to your clothes.

Irritated, you groaned and knocked it onto the floor. Not caring if Billy noticed, he was too busy laughing loudly at the film. You sunk further into the chair, your eyes grew droopy and your head lolled against the headrest.

He scooped you into his arms, your limp sleepy body dangled as he carried you up the stairs. He tucked you into the bed before getting in with you, his snoring vibrated against the pillow.

Half way through the night, tapping vibrated against your window. Startling you awake, adjusting to your surroundings before rushing towards the rippling sound. To your surprise a hooded dark figure was throwing tiny rocks against the glass, stopping at the sight of your head.

It was Steve.

The open window brought in the cool night air, leaning out to get a glance of him. A smirk plastered across his face as he swung his arm far too reach the window, throwing something past you and onto your bedroom floor.

You saw him wink in the dim light of your front garden and whisper ''Catch you later sweetheart'', your heart skipped at his voice echoing in the wind.

Looking back to face him, only to see that he was no longer there. With intrigue, you scrambled to pick up the item on your floor. There was a note rolled around dollar notes, untangling the note. You began to read:

Thank you for helping me Sweetheart,

Here is something for your trouble

Until my eyes you next

-H.S

Smiling to yourself as you clutched to your chest, knowing that he signed the note backwards for safety. Smelling the paper, you inhaled the scent of him and quietly opened up with desk. Placing it inside with your necklace before picking up the money, deciding to see how much he gave you. In your hand after counting every single note, was $1000 dollars.

Wanting to squeal, you jumped up and down in the shadows of your room. Billy snored and rolled over to the other side, making you pause for a second before scrambling to pick up the fallen notes. Shoving them in your necklace box, your heart still racing as you climbed into bed. You laid awake the rest of the night, thinking about him.

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shanakin-skywalker · 2 years

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Sweet (Billy Hargrove x AFAB!Reader)

*Plus Size and POC Friendly; No use of Y/N*

Based off of this blurb:

Word Count: 3,799 (oof)

Summary: Billy and Reader are best friends. Best friends with benefits…and feelings and that makes Billy very jealous.

Warnings: Mean!Billy, Dom!Billy, Possessive!Billy, Unprotected Sex (wrap it before you tap it besties!), Choking (sexually), Fingering, Name-Calling, One Face Slap, One Pussy Slap, Honestly This Is Just Fucking Filthy, Every Part Of This Is A Warning

*Only description of reader is that she is shorter than Billy*

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18+, MINORS DNI

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It was late, her entire house dark except for the yellow glow seen through her window. Her parents had long since retired to their room neighboring her own. Bruce Springsteen’s album, The River, was playing softly in the background and her finger tapped along to the beat of Hungry Heart on the worn, hardcover of Stephen King’s Pet Sematary. She mindlessly chewed on a Cow Tail, the sweet candy hanging out of her mouth as she went to turn the page.

Tink. Tink. Tink.

Her head snapped up toward her window, startled. Her heartbeat slowed once she realized it was Billy.

Billy Hargrove and she had an…unusual dynamic one could say. Definitely more than just friends with benefits and feelings were without a doubt involved but nothing official. Billy’s life was too complicated, the stress of a relationship not one he wanted to add to the equation. And she understood. Well, she understood to a certain extent. Billy told her very little and she never pried or pushed. Of course she wasn’t stupid. She put the pieces together like his relationship with his dad. She accepted what was and what he was willing to give. It was one of the things he lo- no, liked, about her. He refused to use that word, especially in regards to her. They had a good thing going and why would he want to ruin that? She was constant and stable and after everything he clung to that. She was his anchor.

Billy couldn’t help but find her startled expression absolutely adorable. Her eyes big and wide, lips slightly parted and candy hanging out, and fuck, his thoughts quickly became much more sinful. It was too easy to picture something much thicker stretching her mouth. Her eyes looking up at him, instead of straight on through her window, and welled up with tears, wetting her lashes and running down her face. He clenched his jaw, making his hard expression more intense.

She pulled the Cow Tail out of her mouth and set it on the wrapper on her nightstand along with her book. She stood up and her lacy little nightgown tickled the tops of her thighs as she quickly walked to her window, sliding the pane up.

Silently Billy climbed in, towering over her. She shivered, goosebumps erupting on her skin. She didn’t know if it was from the cool night air or Billy’s intimidating frame as his pretty baby blues bore deep into her eyes. He looked tightly wound, wild.

“Billy?” She breathed out but before she could continue his firm hand came to rest around the column of her throat and with big steps he pushed her back, her stumbling until her back hit the wall with a thud. She quickly looked to her wall that separated her and her parents rooms.

“Why did you give him your number?” He hissed out. It was a demand not a question.

“Wha-who?” She floundered, his scent and his warm, firm hand on her neck made her dizzy. He squeezed a little tighter and that seemed to jog her memory.

“Oh! He-,“ she swallowed and wet her lips with her tongue. Her eyes fluttered up to look at him.

“He wants me to tutor him. Help him with an English paper.” She explained but his gaze didn’t soften. He slid his hand further up her neck, right below her jaw, so her head was tilted up and back, exposing her throat.

Billy crowded over her, leaning down so she could feel his hot breath against her ear.

“He was eye fucking you.” Venom spewed out of his strawberry lips. No one attempted anything romantically with her since Billy came to town. There was an unspoken claim. Unfortunately this shithead either didn’t care or had a death wish.

“And that doesn’t work for me.” He growled and the sound sent shockwaves straight to her core. A whimper escaped past her lips.

“What do you- Are we- I-,” she couldn’t form a coherent question, all jumbled and buzzing like bees. He was so warm, smelled so good, was so firm, and oh! He’s so hard.

“My sweet, dumb baby. Do I need to spell it out for you?” His tone was condescending. Her thighs clenched together to relieve the ache. Billy released a huff through his nose and used his right foot to kick apart her legs. He brought his knee to the juncture between her thighs. He could feel the heat radiating as he teasingly brought his lower thigh forwards and backwards. Billy pressed himself against her stomach and she could feel his own arousal, hot, thick, and throbbing through his jeans. She gasped at the feeling. He pulled his head back to stare down at her in her blissed out state.

“I’ve barely even touched you, sweetheart. You’re already so gone. No one could ever make you feel like this. You know that, don’t you, baby?” She doesn’t think she’s ever been this wet. She could hear her slick as he rubbed her with his thigh. All she could do is let out a pathetic whine and nod. Not satisfied, he brought his free hand up and lightly smacked her cheek. Not enough to hurt her, but just to make it slightly sting and get her attention. Her eyes snapped open wide and a soft moan slipped past her lips.

“Don’t. You.” He all but commanded.

“Yes. Yes, only you make me feel this good.” She mumbled out. It made Billy warm with pride. A sweet, pretty thing all his, completely devoted.

“Yeah, ‘cause you belong to me. You’re my girl. Mine. And I’m going to make sure everyone knows it.” He smashed his lips to hers and quickly shoved his tongue into her velvet mouth.

She tasted sweet. She’s sweet. She’s sweet, and warm, and soft, and the complete opposite of everything he was. But you know what they say about opposites? They attract and Billy was all but wielded to her. You would have to pry her from his cold, dead hands and even then, he would rise from the grave. Not even ‘til death do us part. She was his forever and although he didn’t want to admit it, he was hers forever. She owned him just as much, maybe even more, than he owned her.

Billy trailed kisses down her neck, harshly sucking and biting marks, letting everyone know she was taken. He usually left them under her clothes, where no one could see but his jealously became a wildfire. They all had to know.

She gasped loudly when he bit down hard where her neck met her shoulder. He soothes the marks with his tongue and trailed the wet muscle to the front of her neck, between her collarbones. He lavished his mouth up the center of her throat to her chin and followed the path up her jaw to her earlobe where he suckled on the fleshy bit. He released it with a pop but kept his mouth next to her ear.

“Be quiet. You wouldn’t want mommy and daddy waking up to their precious, darling girl moaning like the slut she is.” Oh he’s so mean but it made her even wetter. She’s sure she stained his jeans with her juices.

“No, sir.” She breathed out.

“Good girl.” He brought his leg down and took a step back. Oh yeah, there was definitely a puddle in her panties.

“Look at the mess you made.” Her eyes trailed down and sure enough, a large spot, shining in the low light, stared back at her. She looked back up at him, cheeks heating at her desperation. Billy raised an eyebrow.

“Well, aren’t you going to be a good little slut and clean it up?” He backed up to the center of her room, standing in the middle of her rug. She vigorously nodded her head and took a step forward.

He brought his hands to his hips in a stance that radiated domination and he narrowed his eyes at her. She stopped.

“Crawl.” His voice was low and gravely. She could feel her wetness seap down her thighs as she got to her hands and knees. They made eye contact and slowly, she crawled across the hard wood of her bedroom floor and then finally across half of the rug.

Billy was smug. He knew she would never let anyone do this to her, speak to her that way. His erection was straining uncomfortably against the metal zipper of his pants but he couldn’t find it in him to care. Not when heaven personified was kneeling in front of him, looking up with glazed eyes and tongue running over her bottom lip.

Her eyes fluttered closed as she leaned forward, her tongue flat and wide as she licked up her own arousal from bottom to top. She moaned softly and brought her face away to look up at him, a string of her juices connecting her bottom lip to his pants. Billy’s beautiful blue eyes were almost completely eclipsed by his pupils, clouded with lust. She went back to lapping up her mess, eyes half lidded.

When all that was left was wetness from her tongue, Billy tangled a hand in her hair and yanked her head back. Her lips were red and swollen from the roughness of his jeans. Fuck, she looked so pretty like this. So fucked out and he had barely touched her.

He brought his hand back out of her hair and pushed on her shoulders, making her land on the pastel rug. He quickly followed her, settling in between her legs and once again let his tongue invade her mouth. She went to wrap her arms around his neck in a desperate attempt to pull him closer but before she could even reach his broad shoulders Billy had her hands pinned above her head in an iron grip.

“Be. Good.” He gritted out In between kisses. He pulled one hand away, taking both of her wrists into his large palm. He hiked one of her soft thighs over his hip and brought his fingers down to play with her through her panties. A loud squelch could be heard and he broke the kiss to look at his now soaked fingers glistening in the low light. She held her breath as she looked at him.

Without hesitation, he shoved his fingers into his mouth and sucked. So sweet. His sweet girl. Her thighs closed around his hips and a moan escaped her. His eyes flashed down at her.

“What did I say?” He ordered.

“T’a be good. ‘M sorry sir.” Came stammering out of her mouth. Billy set his jaw and exhaled through his nose like a raging bull. Without saying another word he released her hands and grabbed her by the backs of her knees, bending them back until he was able to take both of her ankles in one hand while the other grabbed her panties by the crotch and yanked them off of her legs leaving her on full display. The cold night air from the still open window chilled her dripping core. He dropped her ankles so they fell on either side of him. She opened her mouth but Billy shoved her sopping, ruined panties into her mouth, her wetness filling her tongue and nose. It was so filthy, so dirty, and she loved every minute of it. A smack against her pussy brought her out of her head.

“Now shut up.” Billy went back to playing with her now exposed cunt, running his fingers up and down her slit, gathering the surplus of her arousal and bringing

it up to her swollen clit. She whimpered as softly as she could and bit her underwear, the wetness gushing from it and her eyes rolled back, swallowing it down.

Once Billy grew bored of her clit, he traced his fingers down to her hole, slipping his middle digit in. He had to bite back a moan of his own. How could she be this wet and still this tight? Her pussy sucking his finger further in until it’s entirety was encased in her warm walls. In an agonizingly slow pace, he began thrusting, taking his finger all the way out, swirling it slightly around her entrance and then plunging it back in. Her fingers dug into the plush carpet and she clenched her teeth down into the wet fabric to keep from crying out.

Billy added a second finger and started thrusting faster. She really hoped the faint background music covered the embarrassingly wet sounds of her cunt. He scissored his fingers against her walls in an attempt to stretch her out. It felt so good, so wet. Her pussy tingled at the sensation and her saliva was running out of the corners of her mouth. He curled his fingers upward and her eyes rolled back again. She was completely delirious with pleasure. Again, Billy added another finger and began thrusting into her as hard and fast as he could. The force causing her back to rub against the carpet, making it burn. It only added to the sensation. He was so good, making her feel so good. How could she possibly want anyone else. And then he curled his fingers again and immediately found the spongy spot that brought her to new heights. He could feel her clenching around him.

“You close, baby? You gonna be a good girl and cum for me? All for me?” He grunted out. She looked at him and tears welled in her eyes and she nodded. It felt good, too good, so good. And then Billy took his thumb and rubbed harsh circles on her clit. She exploded. Her walls clenching down on his finger and stars flickered across her vision. Her body convulsed and she let out a low moan.

Displeased with the continued sounds he glared down and harshly rolled one of her nipples between his fingers through the thin fabric of her nightie. She made a startled noise and he ripped her panties out of her mouth.

“‘’M sorry sir! ‘M trying. You just make me feel so good. Can’t help it. Please don’t stop!” She cried out, tears running down her cheeks. He thought about choking her on his cock but the last rational part of him knew it was already risky enough with her parents in the next room and although there was music playing, it could only drown out so much.

“You’re so lucky I’m so good to you, princess. Keep disobeying me and I’m still gonna give you my cock. What do you say?” He unbuckled his belt.

“Thank you, sir.” She panted out and before she knew it, he had flipped her over and put her onto all fours. She could hear his belt slide out of their loops in a quick whoosh and then it was around her mouth. A ‘mmm!’ Sounded at the back of her throat.

“You didn’t think I’d let it slide? Are you already fucked stupid? You’ve only just had my fingers.” He goes to buckle the belt behind her head, careful not to get any hair tangled in the buckle. She opened her mouth all the way to show her obedience and she felt him slide the buckle into place. He turned her 90° to the left where she had a mirror propped against the wall. She looked fucking wrecked.

Huge, dark bruises scattered down her neck and shoulders, tear tracks ran from her eyes, her lips were raw, chapped, red, and swollen, stretched around leather, drool still running down the corners of her mouth. She was so far gone. Her only thoughts were of Billy.

Billy. Billy. Billy. Billy. Billy.

She stared at him through the mirror. His own eyes were crazed, wild. He whipped off his jacket and white tshirt that was now wet with sweat. His chest heaved and he unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them and his underwear down just enough for his cock to spring free. He looked down to see his angry, red and swollen dick, dripping precum from his tip onto the rug. He could feel his heartbeat in it every time it throbbed. Billy looked back in the mirror and made eye contact with her. He took her in, completely ruined by him, for him. And that thought alone sent him off the deep end.

He rubbed himself up and down against her slick and when he couldn’t take the waiting anymore, he roughly shoved it into her weeping cunt. The force took her arms out and she fell face first against the carpet. His pace was brutal and unforgiving, immediately punching her cervix. She bit down on the leather and turned her face sideways on the rug. A whimper escaped again.

“Can’t even help yourself can you? Look at you!” He hissed as low as he could. Billy buried his hand in her hair again and forced her to look at herself in the mirror.

It was too good. Too much. The feeling of his big, thick cock deep and stretching her pussy, the feeling of his heavy balls slapping against the drenched skin of her upper thighs, the burn from the carpet on her knees, she couldn’t help but let out a cry at a particularly deep and angled thrust against her g-spot. Billy’s big hand slapped over her mouth, clamping down to silence her as best as he could. His other hand wrapped around her waist and brought her up flush against his chest.

“Look at you. Fucking filthy slut. Just for me. All for me. No one will ever see you like this. No one could ever make you feel like this. You’re mine. Mine. Mine. Mine.” Each thrust punctuating each point. He was unraveling as she clung to him, as she squeezed him. He was so close and so was she.

Billy let her go as she fell forward and he unbuckled his belt before bringing her back up to him. He turned her face so he could sloppily kiss her and trailed more down the other side of her neck. One free hand went down to rub her clit. Now that her mouth was no longer filled she babbled mindlessly.

“’M yours. All yours. Only yours. Only want’a be yours. Fuck. Y’make me feel so good. Never felt this good b’for.” She slurred.

“Fuck, sweetheart. ‘M gonna cum. Gonna cum so hard you’ll feel me inside you for days. Y’uh gonna come too. Can feel it. Squeezing me so tight. Fuck. Fuck, I love you.” And then they both came. Her wetness came squirting out, further soaking his lower abdomen and jeans. She kept coming and coming, milking every last drop from him. He fell forward, catching them both before he crushed her, continuing to rut inside her. They laid there quietly, Stolen Car playing and heavy breathing all that can be heard.

Billy slowly, carefully pulled his softening cock from her and she whimpered at the feeling. He quickly tucked himself back into his underwear and cracked open her bedroom door to make sure her parents door was closed and their lights turned off. He heard faint snoring and let out a sigh of relief. He was surprised but didn’t question it.

He swiftly walked over to her and picked her up. Cradling her as he silently snuck into the bathroom a little down the hall. Billy gently sat her down on the counter, the cold tile soothing her sensitive pussy and she sighed, head fell back against the mirror. He grabbed a clean towel and washcloth from the linen cabinet and wet the smaller towel in warm water. He softly, lovingly cleaned her. She whimpered when it brushed against her clit.

“Was I too rough?” Now with his head clear he looked over her, covered with bruises and handprints. She hummed and cracked her eyes open slightly.

“Liked it. Y’uh always make me feel good.” She sighed out.

“I-,” he paused briefly before continuing, “I don’t like the idea of you being with anyone else.” He murmured quietly, she almost couldn’t hear his confession. He took the towel and started drying her off, keeping his hands busy, his eyes busy. Her hands went up to cover his and waited for him to look her in the eyes. She gave him a soft, angelic smile. A complete flip from how sinful she looked just minutes before.

“I love you too.” He froze, quickly remembering what he admitted in the throes of passion.

“Yeah?” He asked not quite believing someone as sweet, soft, gentle, kind, and countless other adjectives could love someone like him.

“Mmhmm. Y’a wanna be my boyfriend?” The word boyfriend didn’t seem deep enough for what he wanted to be. Maybe soulmate but Billy had his limits with the mushy stuff. He huffed out a laugh.

“Yeah, I wanna be your boyfriend.” She grinned.

“Good. ‘Cause I wanna be your girlfriend.” He smiled back, an actual, genuine smile and picked up the washcloth and lovingly wiped her face with the clean side, and then patted it dry. He leaned forward and pressed a gentle kiss to her lips and then peppered them over any place they could reach. She giggled and Billy felt his heart swell.

So this is what love feels like. He thinks he could get used to it.

He quietly snuck back into her bedroom, picking up some of the mess they made, closed and locked the window, and rolled up her ruined rug, placing it to the side to be dealt with the next day.

On wobbly legs, she brushed her teeth and used the bathroom before sneaking back into her own room as well. He had set out one of his large tshirts she had stolen and a fresh pair of underwear for her to slip on and he found a pair of his sweatpants, that she also had stolen, and tugged them on. He turned off her music and crawled into bed next to her. She followed suit and cuddled into his side, basking in his warmth and scent.

“I love you.” Her voice sounded slightly muffled against his skin but it made his heart soar just the same.

“I love you too, sweetheart.” And with that, he turned off her lamp and then fell asleep.

Early the next morning they awoke to thudding against her wall and very questionable noises coming from her parents room.

“You don’t think-?” Billy trailed off.

“Probably.” She groaned out and pulled her pillow over her ears.

“Your parents are cruel.” He looked at the clock before doing the same with his own pillow. 5:17. Oh yeah, this was revenge.

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