#alpha!billy hargrove x omega!reader

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Alpha!Billy Hargrove X Omega!AFAB!Reader

Summary: It was hard to pretend that everything could just go back to normal once your best friend present as an Alpha and you knew you were doomed to become a Beta. But can one night change it all?

Warnings: SMUT MDNI 18 + Only. Language, talk of eating, bad mother figure, smoking depicted, friends to lovers, slight angst, crying, kissing. Omegaverse themes including: scent, heats, ruts, knotting, breeding, mating

A/N: I have never written anything like this before but I love to read Omegaverse (guilty pleasure) please don’t hate me but constructive criticism is always welcome. 🧡💜

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Something about today as you woke up just felt wrong. The sun lit the room through your window, bathing everything in its golden rays. You blink wearily against the light, pulling your baby blue comforter around your shoulders, something deep in your gut is begging to stay, to avoid the day like it and everyone in it didn’t exist; but the yelling from down stairs won’t allow it. So with no other choice you throw the covers to the foot of your bed and shuffle to your closet.

“Well about damn time.” You amble into the kitchen, meet not only with the sour look on your mother’s face but the almost permanent ring of smoke circling her head. Ignoring her you head straight for the fridge. The hinges creak, the small bulb illuminating the nearly empty shelves as you snatch up the brown paper bag.

“Listen, Jerry is taking me out later so I’m not gonna be home, fend for yourself. ” Her scratchy voice irritates you further, your eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

Who? Jerry? Have I met him?

“Okay.” You glance at her briefly, bright pink curlers standing out amongst her greying hair, her attention fixed on the newspaper and Virginia Slims in her hand. The hard lines around her lips have turned her face into a scowl, and you briefly wonder when the last time you saw her smile was.

A horn blares outside in a short pattern, giving you your cue to leave. You force yourself to hurry to the door flinging your pack over your shoulder and shoving your feet into your shoes.

The late summer sun has already started baking the little town, the dew on the grass chilling your ankles as you make your way to the blue Camaro. Music rattles the windows as the driver drums to the beat on the steering wheel. You can faintly make out his head bobbing, blond curls swaying with the movement.

You pull the door open and flop in ungraciously, letting your head fall back against the leather seat with a groan. “Well good morning to you too, sunshine.” Billy laughs from beside you as he starts to reverse out of your drive way, an unlit cigarette hanging from between his lips.

“Nothin’ good about it.” You mumble, only loud enough for him to hear over his music.

He glances at you fully, focusing on the bags under your eyes, how your skin is slightly paler than usual. You’re dressed simply in an old black shirt with your favorite jeans, the jeans you almost always wear because you’ve ‘broken them in just right’.

“You feeling okay?” Billy flicks off his music as he peels off down the backroad towards school, the long way.

You let your head lull to the side, managing a small smirk at the fact that you two had unknowingly coordinated your outfits, yet again. Though he fills his shirt out more, the arms tight on his biceps just how he likes, the bottom tucked into his jeans military style. “I don’t know. I just feel… weird.” You make a face, focusing back on the road watching the green trees zip by. The leaves are starting to brown, a result of being at the highest point of summer.

Billy pulls his own face, propping his elbow on the door, he pulls the cigarette from his mouth, twirling it between his fingers. “Weird how? Like sick weird, throw up weird, period weird-.”

You groan again cutting him off, rubbing a hand over your eyes. “Just weird. I just want to go back to bed.”

“Wanna play hooky?” It’s a genuine question and you like the idea of it, a lot, but you shake your head.

“No. It’s the day before break and if they find out you’re skipping again you’ll get a detention.” Billy rolls his eyes, but doesn’t argue because he knows you’re right.

The rest of the ride is comfortably silent, letting you doze off for a few more precious moments before the engine dying startles you awake. You sit up straighter, running your fingers through your hair as you glance around, suddenly catching Billy’s unwavering stare.

“What’s that smell?”

A look of horror crosses your features, suddenly grabbing your shirt to bring to your nose. “What smell? I smell?”

“No, no, no. like… did you get a new perfume?” You shake your head slowly, watching him try to piece together in his head what it could be. “It smells good, like really good.” But he can’t put his finger on what exactly it is, so he leans closer, sniffing the air around you.

“God you’re weird.” You laugh, smushing his face with your palm as you push him away. You grab your bag as he mutters under his breath, reaching behind the seat for his own. You both step out onto the gravel parking lot, other student milling about making their way towards either the high school or the middle school next door. You start to walk off, expecting Billy to follow only to have your arm tugged back, stopping you in your tracks.

“Hey, wait.” Billy looms over you slightly, making you crane your neck to keep eye contact. You still weren’t entirely use to that new aspect. “Why don’t you come over tonight? We really haven’t hung out outside of school since…” He trails off, looking at you hopefully and you feel your muscles tighten, prepared to give an excuse.

It’s been months since Billy presented as an Alpha, months since everything between the two of you had suddenly shifted. On top of the ego and hot attitude he already possessed, people suddenly expected more of him, respected him like they hadn’t before. An Alpha in a town run by Betas.

Coming from a family of all Betas, watching your best friend become suddenly so… important made your insides tent with green jealousy. As happy as you wanted to be for him you felt yourself pull away, not wanting to stand in his shadow.

“I don’t-.”

“Look, it’s still me, Y/n. It’s still just Billy. We can grab dinner, watch movies, I’ll even do those stupid mud masks if you want just… just come over.” Please. Billy was never one to beg, but for you he made an exception. He had a soft side he kept behind mean words and cruel actions, and only you were privy to it.

Sighing you glance at the ground, analyzing the different sized rocks and tuffs of grass that managed to grow between them. The yellow dandelions turning their faces to the sky. “Okay… I’ll think about it.”

*~*~*~*~*~*

By lunch time you’ve progressively gotten worse, your body on autopilot as you move at a snails pace from class to class. Even most of your teachers have noticed, their honor student with her tired eyes, deciding to keep their questions for the rest of the class as you struggle to keep up. Currently you sit slumped over your food, your head in your hands, eyes closed and focusing on your breathing.

In your head you’re over thinking everything it could be, from the mild to the extreme. The flu to an aneurism, a common cold to a heart attack. Your paranoia latching on and prying deep. It’s only when you feel a presence creep up on you, no his presence, does something in your chest relax, letting your body shake off the unease.

“Hey, dolly.” Billy’s voice is warm and heavy when he drops into the seat beside yours, throwing an arm around your shoulders and dragging you into his side. The smell of his cologne is almost overwhelming, and it’s different, not the usual one he wears or the one you gifted him for his birthday. Pine, and leaves, and rain but something underneath that is entirely him.

“Hey.” You lean into his touch, your muscles relaxing and a soft sigh slipping past your lips. You don’t bother opening your eyes, just pressing your cheek into his chest, breathing him in.

Billy watches you, the soft lines in your face, the curve of your lips. Something in his brain demands to protect, the impulse so raw that it takes him by surprise. He tightens his grip on you, little to your notice.

“Still not feeling good?” You only shake your head in response. “Still thinking about coming over later?”

Yes.

It’s all you have been able to think about. It wasn’t like you had never spent the night with Billy before, either at his place or your own. That wasn’t what was bothering you.

You’d just never been alone with an Alpha. You’ve only meet three in Hawkins, the chief being one of them, and the other two married and mated. You’d heard the rumors that young Alphas were far more aggressive, unable to restrain themselves if their instincts took over, it was preached in every health class.

But what if he’s right? What if you’re just over reacting?

“Yeah, I’ll come over… but only if we go to Bennys tonight.”

Billy chuckles, and it’s a deep noise against your ear. “You drive a hard bargain.”

*~*~*~*~*~*

Billy had made good on his promise.

He took you straight from school to the Family Video in town, letting you pick out whatever you wanted with the promise that it wasn’t going to be sad.

Then it was on to the little five and dine, Bennys, the one that has your favorite pancakes and fruit salad. He blared the mix tape you had made months ago, despite your groaning, feeling accomplished when he caught you nodding along.

The house is empty and dark, Billy explaining that Neil had taken Max and Susan off somewhere for the week, as the two of you bring in everything from the car. He flicks on the lights as you drop onto the couch, rubbing your clammy palms against the front of your jeans.

Billy hums softly as he walks around the small living room, setting down the movies and food on the low coffee table. He glances over at you, your face pinched, lip caught between your teeth, and leg bouncing a mile a minute.

“Dolly.” Your eyes snap to his, a little wide at the curt clip of his tone. Billy stops in front of you, holding out his hand, watching as you shakily take it, pulling yourself to your feet.

“I think I should go home, really I just feel-.”

“Weird. I know.” He ducks his head slightly, searching your face with sympathetic eyes, “But we’re gonna get it figured out. I want you to go grab a shirt from my closet, get on something comfortable and come back in here.”

His expression leaves no room for argument, so you do as you’re told. His room is lit only by the small desk lamp, but you know you could find your way around in total darkness. Billy always leaves your favorite shirt in the same place in the closet, the stained grey one that reaches the middle of your thighs and hangs loosely about your frame. Leaving your jeans and shoes pooled by the foot of his bed, you steal a look at yourself in his mirror and cringe. You look as tired as you feel, shoulders slumped, ghostly complexion like you’d never seen the sun before.

You turn away with a disgruntled grunt. When you come back out the living room is dark again, the tv and kitchen light your only guide as you pad across the burnt orange carpet. You step around the couch, avoiding the gym equipment laying against the wall so as to not stub your toes like you are prone to do when you are over.

Billy’s dumped fresh popcorn into a giant blue bowl, a snack he knows you can never resist, as he meets you in the arch way. He smiles down at you as he passes the dish over and turns you back towards the couch. Throw blankets are pulled out over the cushions and the tape is already playing through the advertisements. Your meals are set up on your respective ends of the table and you feel something in your heart tighten painfully.

“See, just like old times.”

And he was right.

The night crept away filled with laughter, food, and cheesy horror movies that had you groaning more than trembling. Half way through the first one you’re both complaining about the terrible quality and laughing at the others jokes. Half way through the second you’re throwing popcorn into the air to see who can catch the most while gossiping about the latest ‘Small Town Scandal’.

By the end of the third you’re curled into Billy’s side, his long legs stretched out in front of him as you struggle to keep your eyes open. He’s warm with his arm tucked around your shoulders, and his heart beat is steady against your ear. It lulls you in and out of sleep as the credits begin to roll.

“Billy…” You whisper, poking him in the side with your finger.

“Hmm?”

“Movie’s over.”

He groans and starts to sit up, helping you with a hand on your back. “Next time I pick the movies.” You both sluggishly move to his room, crawling under the grey covers of his full sized bed.

“Told you.” He mumbles, sleep making his voice deep and gravelly. “Right as rain.” You only give a small grunt though a smile pulls at your lips as you nestle under the covers, surrendering easily to the peaceful sleep that over comes you.

For a few hours at least.

*~*~*~*~*~*

You don’t know exactly how you ended up here, but here you are, curled in on yourself on the cold tile of Billy’s ugly green bathroom going into heat.

A heat you aren’t supposed to be having.

Tears steadily stream over your pink painted cheeks as you hug the side of the bathtub, another burning cramp sending a rush of pain through every nerve in your body.

It’s as if someone has doused you gasoline and struck a match. Your body burns from the inside out with an intensity you’d never felt before, the cramps in your lower stomach hurling you into the fetal position as the continue to seize your body. But above it all was the ache between your thighs. Your sex pulsed and squeezed, fogging your thoughts through the waves of arousal soaking your panties and dripping down the sensitive skin of your inner thighs.

Why is there so much?

You desperately try to think about anything you’ve learned over the years about Omegas and their heats, but all you can focus on is the ache in your body. What good are you as a straight A student if you can’t remember a simple health class?

You groan, pitchy and breathless, trying to muffle the noise by biting into your lip. Subconsciously, you’re praying that something, anything, anyone, would save you from this hell as you sob harder, another cramp slicing through your abdomen.

“Y/n?” Billy’s voice floats through the wooden door and you freeze, even the tremors in your muscles stop momentarily. You don’t dare make a sound, don’t even breath as you wait, hoping it’s your imagination until the white door rattles under his knuckles. “Sweetheart? I’m coming in…”

Your head snaps up, eyes landing on the unlocked brass handle and you nearly slip on the small rug in your efforts to get up. A fresh wave of pain seizes your body with a whine as the door swings open.

The low amber light illuminates him against the dark hallway, his curly hair tussled from sleep, pressed down on one side. He’s only wearing those annoyingly short gym shorts, his bronze skin and large frame on display. His chest is rising and falling quickly, like he’d just ran miles to get here.

Billy had woken to that same scent from earlier pelting his senses, stronger, and all fully feminine. Lavender and vanilla and lilac but earthy and natural and purely his. It covered his sheets and comforter and filled his room. He followed it straight to the bathroom, his wolf guiding him more than himself and now he’s entranced, bewitched even as he stares down at you.

Your cheeks are wet, hair teased like you’d been pulling on it. The shirt you are wearing is soaked with cold sweat, and he can smell your slick, making his mouth water.

A deep rumbling growl escapes from his chest before he can even register it’s happening, pulling a submissive whimper from you as you drop onto the edge of the tub, staring wide eyed like a lost puppy. He takes a step closer and you flinch involuntarily, embarrassed and horrified this was all happening right here, right in front of him as your wrap your arms around your center.

“I… I need to go home, Billy.” Your voice is uneven and octaves higher, your chest constricting with each painful breath as your watery eyes drop away from his smoldering gaze. Billy couches down in front of you on the shaggy bath mat, wrapping a large palm around the back of your calf. He gives the tense muscle a firm squeeze, trying to ground you in anyway he can as you whimper and squirm, his presence worsening the pain.

This is what Alphas do to Omegas, unknowingly spur this heat into overdrive.

Billy takes a steadying breath, licking his lips, and searches your tear streaked face. “You’re in heat, little Omega…” It’s like his words amplify everything by ten and your suddenly teetering on the edge of the tub, your hands flying out for support as a wave of pain makes you cry out.

Your palms land on his chest as you finally drag your gaze to his, his blue irises hooded with that animalistic need, mirroring your own. “I don’t… understand… why?” You pant, his scent intoxicating making you lean in, unable to get enough.

Billy only shakes his head, pressing in closer, spreading your knees around his waist as his hand travels up to your thigh. “You’re presenting, it’s going to be okay.” Billy’s other hand finds your hip, and it takes every last bit of concentration you have to focus on him as your sex pulses with need, demanding attention.

“I don’t… I don’t know what to do… it hurts so bad…” Your voice breaks, shaking harshly as your hands slip up to the back of his neck, pulling him closer without a thought because he feels so good, so right against your skin as his width presses your thighs farther apart. Billy doesn’t stop you either, his eyes fluttering at the feeling of your fingers tangling into the hair at the back of his neck. Your scent is over powering at this proximity, his grip tightening on your body to control himself.

He coos lightly, his eyes dropping to your lips, specifically your plump lower one now darkening as a bruise forms in the shape of your teeth. “I know baby, I’m here, I’m going to help you.”

“How?” You croak, the uncertainty in your voice stabbing Billy in the chest.

“You trust me right?” He drops his voice to a whisper, his body flush with your own, hands slowly skimming up your body to rest against your neck. You swallow thickly, before nodding. Billy leans forward, closing off that last little bit of distance with a testing kiss.

Need shoots through you, stronger that ever and you respond hungrily. Your arms slip fully around his neck, sliding off of the tub with a desperate moan. Instinct takes over, your submissiveness showing as you open yourself to him, Billy’s tongue licking into your mouth as the kiss turns more wild.

Billy stands, holding you easily with two large hands cupping your ass, as he turns heading for the door. Your legs wrap around his waist, humming into the kiss as he bumps into a wall, his steps uneven as he makes his way into his bedroom.

You gasp for breath as he lowers you both onto the bed, his weight warm and welcoming. “Pretty Omega, my sweet girl.” His lips tickle your ear as he leans in, his hands fisting the blankets by your head as he starts to leave the bed. You whine loudly, your legs locking around his hips forcefully. Billy chuckles, a deep sound that makes your back bow up. “Gotta let go, let me up honey.”

“Please…” You beg, “Don’t leave me, Alpha.” It is the first time you have ever used his new title, his pounding heart going into double time. He shifts his weight, cupping your face with one hand, as your squirm. You desperately try to rut your hips against his, the feeling of having him so close but not close enough making your chest constrict and your head spin.

Somewhere in the back of your lust addled brain you knows you should be embarrassed, your desperation turning you into someone you’re not. But the new beast prowling under your skin refuses to let that happen. She knows just what she wants and will have it.

“I’m right here baby, but you’ve got to let me help you. You can do that, can’t you?” Billy’s words are laced with a calming purr, thumb swiping carefully over your lips, catching on the bottom one and pulling it down slightly. Only when you nod, your limbs relaxing around him, does he let it go with a soft plop. “Good girl.”

He doesn’t bother with formalities, instead gripping the collar of the old t-shirt in both hands and tugging. He rips the worn material down the center, making you yelp in surprise. He’s more forgiving with your panties, fingers dipping below the elastic as he tugs them down your legs. The pale purple cotton is drenched with your slick, turning the color a dark shade that makes him moan at the sight. Billy tosses them over his shoulder carelessly, fixing his attention on your trembling body laid out before him.

“You’re so wet, just fucking drenched.” You jump and moan as he swipes a finger through your puffy lips, watching as your cunt squeezes around air. He wasn’t lying when he said you were drenched, your slick glistening off of your thighs, slipping down the curve of your ass to his bedsheets. The sight alone is enough to have him throbbing painfully in the confines of his shorts.

He can’t help himself as he starts to play with your pussy, barely dipping his long fingers between your lips before dragging them up to your clit. He circles the bud slowly, watching in awe as you respond so eagerly, head thrown back loud moans filling the space around you. You cry an abundance of pleas, his name mixed with any other words you can manage to string together. Your hips rock to take his fingers deeper each time he circles your opening, face scrunched with a mixture of pleasure and pain.

Finally pulling himself away from your body, Billy nearly shreds his shorts in his haste to get rid of them. His cock springs free with a groan, his eyes squeezing shut momentarily as his head drops back. It’s pulsing and uncomfortably hard, beads of milky precum roll down his thick shaft, catching in the corse blond hair at the base.

“Look at me, Omega.” His demand washes over you, compelling you the only way and Alpha can, to do as your told. You lift your head, dazed eyes settling on his handsome face. His kiss swollen lips are parted slightly, eyes wild with need as his gaze consumes you. You never felt more exposed and yet safe at the same time.

Then your eyes flicker lower.

You let loss a wavering moan, fingers curling into the covers as you openly stare. Billy smiles, enjoying the way you follow his hand as he wraps it around himself, pumping his shaft slowly. He’s big, bigger than you would of imagined him to be. His fingers barely wrapping around his girth and if you want to be honest with yourself it’s intimidating.

“Billy… I’ve never…” He climbs onto the bed between your thighs, rough hands slipping down your skin, squeezing the supple fat under his fingertips.

“It’s okay, let me take care of you.” Billy leans down, capturing your lips in a slow, distracting kiss. Your eyes fall shut, arms slipping around his shoulders as he slowly aligned himself with your entrance. He presses forward and you gasp against his lips. The thick mushroom head squeezes in with a soft pop, breaching your walls and already making you feel so full and empty all at once.

Billy’s hand makes it’s way down to your thigh, lifting your leg and spreading you open as he drives his hips forward. He moans loudly, pressing his forehead against yours as he stills, a little under halfway inside you. “Takin’ me-fuck- you’re takin’ me so well.”

Your nails are digging into his skin, leaving big red lines in their wake as you try to hold onto something. You’d feel bad under normal circumstances if it didn’t seem like he was enjoying it so much. Billy’s lips find your neck, nuzzling the underside of your jaw, and trailing down to your shoulder. He’s breathing you in between sloppy kisses, your scent somehow sweeter than before.

“Please… please Billy.” Your leg hooks around his hips to encourage him to move and with one finally thrust he bottoms out into your spasming cunt. Your head presses back into the mattress, a low moan rattling out of your chest as the feeling of it all washes over you. You’re stuffed full, his weight bearing down on you, but for the first time in hours you feel a sense of calm settle into your bones. You were made for him, made just for this.

Billy lifts his head, your eyes catching in the dim light, and he gives you a lopsided smile. He pulls nearly completely out before filling you up again. You cry out his name, voice cracking on the syllables.

“That’s right baby, just like that.” Your walls flutter around his cock, his thrusts evening out as he finds his pace. Your hips rock to meet his, soft noises falling from your lips to accompany the harsh moans leaving him. The head of his cock is kissing your cervix, bringing in an entirely different kind of pain with the pleasure.

“Alpha… please… gonna cum!” Your fingers find his hair, tugging harshly as your body shakes harder. Billy slips his hand between your bodies, rubbing tight circles against your throbbing clit. You scream as your orgasm washes over your body so quickly it leaves you dizzy, your release gushing and coating his cock.

“Fuuuuck.” He squeezes his eyes shut, teeth bared as he fucks you through it. Your cunt trying to milk his own from him as he picks up his pace. You sob loudly, tears rolling down your temples as your hands slip to his sides, urging him not to stop.

“Please… Alpha… I uhh-.”

He slams into you, the sound of skin against skin filling the room. “You’re so pretty on my cock, I just want to keep you here. Fuck your like this for the rest of my life.” His hand skims up to your abdomen, he presses down ever so slightly and you gasp, hips bucking at the sudden pressure. “This pussy was made just for that wasn’t it? Made just for me.”

Billy pulls out at a maddeningly slow drag, your cunt fighting to keep him in as he rubs along every right spot, making pleasure bloom at the base of your spine and radiate outwards. Only the tip of his cock rests between your folds, anticipation and excitement humming adding to the trembling of your limbs.

“Tell me baby.” Billy mumbles, cupping the back of your neck, squeezing and lifting you up from the mattress slightly. Your eyes lazily slide open, a languid smile spreading across your face that makes him falter. His heart suddenly beats impossibly faster, all of his thoughts flying from his brain except one.

This girl is mine.

“S-so good, ba-baby… d-don’t stop.” You stutter out between chattering teeth, hips rocking up taking him a few centimeters deeper.

Billy growls lowly pushing in all the way before pulling back out, he falls forward, bending you nearly in half as he cages you in. His mouth finds yours, sloppy and clashing teeth as his hips piston against yours, driving himself impossibly deeper as you cry and moan for him.

“You feel so fucking good,” He pants, lips skimming along your cheek, past your slack jaw and to your throat, nuzzling the delicate area where he can see your pulse pounding. “Always knew you’d feel this good.”

“B-Billy… Billy I’m gonna…” With each thrust your orgasm draws closer, pushing you to the limits of your pleasure, head tossed back and toes curling as you cling to him. Your cunt squeezes around him, pulsing rhythmically, letting him know you’re close.

“I’m gonna come Y/n, I’m gonna fuck you full of me and you’re going to take it all, are you? Gonna let me breed you, baby?” Billy isn’t graced with a reply, instead your body draws taught against his as you scream his name. Your orgasm rushes over you, washing any sense from your brain as your hips buck against his, and it’s his undoing.

Billy bottoms out, rope after rope of thick cum spilling into your spasming pussy, his knot swelling and locking you in place as he ruts into you. You can feel each pulse, and twitch, his spend filling you and sedating that insatiable need for the time being. Your body relaxes into his, that smile never leaving your lips.

“My Omega.” He whispers against your skin, teeth dragging and scratching your skin as he fights himself, his wolf demanding to lay its claim. “I need you.” He breaths, sinking his teeth into your flesh.

*~*~*~*~*~*

By the time morning seeps in through the blinds, neither of you have slept. Currently your laid out on his chest, the sheet draped over your backside as his seed fills your cunt. Billy’s hand is imbedded in your hair, the other on your hip, gripping you to him as he moans into the air.

It takes several minutes, and by the time his grip slackens there’s a small bulge in your abdomen. You’re blinking lazily, the haze of the night slowly clearing itself from your mind. “Billy?”

“Yes, baby?” His heart beat is evening out, the rhythmic thump seeping into your body.

You swallow, lifting your head and resting your chin on his chest. His eyes are closed, head tilted back relaxed against the pillows. His palm rubs up and down your side, gentle and calm.

Sometime during the night, between lust filled spurts of need, you had felt the mark. Your fingers had traced over the raised indents his teeth had left, several times. The realization that you were mated to your best friend hitting you like a crushing pile of bricks, and yet…

“We’re mated.” You whisper, feeling his chest stutter slightly. He clears his throat, the hand in your hair twitching slightly.

“I should of asked you. I’m sorry.” His voice holds a note of something you can’t place, his eyes are still closed, refusing to look at you. You sit up slowly, his knot still firmly in place, moaning a little at the feeling. That grabs his attention. Billy’s gaze snags on your face, where he finds your softly smile and gentle eyes.

“There are worse people to be mated with, I suppose.” Billy smiles, his hands resting on your hips, his grip firm and comforting.

“Definitely, could of been Danny.” You shudder at the thought of Billy’s little minion of a friend and he laughs loudly. “Come’er.” You happily oblige, kissing him slowly, pouring yourself into him as he does the same. Everything falling into the perfect rhythm.

There are definitely worse ways to find your forever.

[reallyromealone]

Hello I would like to request an omega billy Hargrove like when he decides to have children with his alpha he starts kinging items for the babe currently he decides to knit a baby blanket and the alpha just praises him (because he needs the praise) for thinking ahead and taking care of the future pup. Because I head canon that omega billy knits after his alpha lets him be an omega and not under the influence of his fathers pressure to be an alpha.

Absolutely yes

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It took Billy a while to be able to admit he wanted kids.

"That looks wonderful baby" (name) said lovingly to his mate, kissing his forehead as Billy tried not to smile under the praise, the Omega six months pregnant and relaxed "how was work?" Billy asked snuggling into him "it was good, nothing too crazy" (name) said watching him knit "you're getting really good at that" (name) commented and didnt miss the happy pharamones that escaped the Omega "you think?"

"Our pup is going to love it"

(Name) was the best thing for Billy, he turned him around for the better and helped the Omega get his shit together and embrace who be was.

He made Billy a better person.

He got him away from his dad, brought Max with them and got them into family therapy and now...

Life was good.

Life was happy.

"I also made little socks and a hat"

"Really? Maybe if you make two more we can all wear matching hats"

"Maybe..." Billy said with a soft laugh and (name) kissed his temple before getting up to make dinner, the meals catering to Billie's needs and cravings.

He was really into broccoli and Swiss cheese.

"I got a recipe from a coworkers mate, a broccoli and chicken pasta dish with cheese" (name) said as he began prep, not missing the curious look of his mate.

Though billy still had bark and sass, he was very docile with his alpha and let him dote and spoil him.

His pup will have a very good sire.

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💗 Welcome to Roe's Alpha!Fem!Reader Masterlist! 💗

Here you can find the masterlist to the Omega!Boys series of One Shots just to keep it all in a same place!

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Eddie was a regular at your music store, and his scent, even for a Beta, was delicious to you. Someone who never enjoyed the scent of other people, not even Omegas. The difference is that Eddie repulsed your scent... or so you thought.

UNEXPECTED: Omega!Steve Harrington

You and Steve have been dating since high school, but even in your twenties the two of you haven't presented yet. You were afraid that your presentations wouldn't be what you expected, you an Omega, he an Alpha... but there was one possibility the two of you never thought of.

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I am but a humble elder fanfic writer who has been so very willingly been taken back into the world of fandom by the man, the myth, the legend- Eddie Munson. I thought I was done with this life but when the DM calls, you answer! All my works are posted and updated first to A03 under the name Cha0ticbi if you'd rather read over there. All my works are Eddie Munson x female reader and I don't use y/n My blog is 21+ so MDNI! If you follow me and don't have an age listed I will block you!! I’ve decided to keep two of my works 18+ because in them the reader is 18. All others have been marked accordingly.

dividers by firefly-graphics

➺ The Other Side of Reality (In Progress)✾ College student reader who dreams of more and gets just that when injured Eddie Munson falls through a hole in her ceiling. A canon divergent multiverse slow burn.

╰┈➤ 01

➺ You've Got Desire, So Let It Out ✾ You are a teacher looking for a dom to rock your world but along the way you help Eddie explore a side of himself he's never felt comfortable sharing until now. (Switch Eddie x Reader)

╰┈➤ 01 / 02 / 03 / 04 / 05 / 06 / 07 / 08 / 09 / 10

➺ You're an Image Caught in Time ✾ You got your soulmark when you were very young and don't know who left it. The mark never fades but some days you wished it would especially after meeting Billy. Childhood friends, soulmate AU w/ Dark! Billy Hargrove

╰┈➤ 01 / 02 / 03 / 04 / 05 / 06 / 07 / 08 / 09 / 10 / 11 / 12 / 13 / 14 / 15 / 16 / 17 / 18 / 19 / 20 / 21 / 22 / 23 / 24 / 25 / 26 / 27 / 28

➺ The King of the Hellfire Club ✾ You've traveled for your dads job before landing in Hawkins your senior year. You see Eddie Munson outside Nancy's house one night and now you just have to get the nerve to talk to him before gradation. Cliche high school sweethearts

╰┈➤ 01 / 02 / 03 / 04 / 05 / 06 / 07 / 08 / 09 / 10 / 11 / 12 / 13

➺ I Hear Your Voice and it Carries Me ✾ Omegaverse/roommates AU with Alpha mechanic Eddie, omega college student reader.

╰┈➤ Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 (Coming Soon)

➺ A Dungeon Master's Seven Deadly Sins ✾ Kinktober Prompts

╰┈➤ Lust / Envy / Wrath / Greed / Sloth / Gluttony / Pride

➺ The Next Scream You Hear Just Might Be Your Own ✾ Eddie is a scare actor at a haunted hayride and makes reader part of the show.

➺ Your Twisted Love Will Set Me Free ✾ Dark! Serial Killer! Eddie, He's possessive, obsessive, and we love him for it. This is dark as shit! Be warned!

➺ Titanic AU

[satanprotectsme]

The Princess' Masterlist

The masterlist for all of my works! Hail Satan!

Fluff: <3 Angst: </3 Smut: ★

Eddie Munson:

The Girl in the Record Store <3 (Eddie Munson x Metalhead!Reader):

Just a metalhead girl moving into a small town. You get the pleasure of meeting Eddie Munson, maybe you will have an okay time here after all?

pt 1 pt 2 pt 3

Baby's First Heat ★ (Alpha!Eddie Munson x Omega!Reader)

With Eddie being a couple years older than you, he presented as an alpha a while ago. Along with your presentation as an omega, came your first heat. Eddie's there to coach you through it.

Billy Hargrove:

Spooky Bitch ★ (Bully!Billy Hargrove x Goth!Reader)

Billy Hargrove is a constant pain in your ass, bothering you at school, when you're out, whenever he saw you. What happens when feelings bubble over during one of your regular detention sessions?

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Coming soon...

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  Hi! I'm Soulariarym, I write for all things horror, video games, Really anything that peaks my interest, feel free to request anything but please read the rules, what I'm comfortable with.

One Shot Requests: Closed

Head Cannon Requests: Open

Matchups: Closed

What I will write

Nsfw

Sfw

Romantic Relationship

Non romantic

Fluff

Comfort

Angst

Gore/Violence 

Any kinks besides listed in the “won't write” section

Heterosexual content, any lgbtq+ Content

X Reader, Character x Character

head cannons

One Shots, Stories (I don’t do stories for requests, only if its a story I personally wanna write, sorry!)

Match ups (please include what fandom you’d like a matchup with, if you request from a fandom I don’t write for I will ignore your request,Include your hobbies, looks, interests, sexuality. If your sexuality isn’t in your description I’ll match any gender, for dead by daylight please include survivors or killers or both)

Poly relationships  

What I won’t Write

Non Con

Pregnancy / breeding kink

Alpha / Beta / Omega roleplay

Characters who are pedos, rapists

Incest

Ageplay 

Urolagnia / Coprophilia 

Necrophilia / Anything related to dead animals

homophobia / Transphobia

Character x Oc

Change characters sexuality if they’ve been confirmed lgbtq+

Who I write for:

 Slashers, Tv Slashers, Popular Game Slashers

Ghostface (Stu Macher, Billy Loomis)

Jason Voorhees

Michael Myers

Chucky non doll form ( Charles Lee Ray, Nika Pierce)

Tiffany Valentine

Pyramid Head

Amanda Young

The Hell Priest (Pinhead)

Thomas Hewitt 

Pennywise (Clown, Human Form)

Kurt Kunkle

Stranger Things

Eddie Munson

001,Peter Ballard (Human form, Vecna)

Steve Harrington

Robin Buckley (Only WLW)

Nancy Wheeler

Jonathan Byers

Jim Hopper

Joyce Byers

Karen Wheeler

Billy Hargrove

Dmitri Antonov

Dead By Daylight Survivors

(If not listed I don't know much info on them to write, don't care for the character much. Sorry!)

Dwight Farefield

David King (Only MLM)

Nea Karlson

Feng Min

Claudette Mural 

Jake Park

Quentin Smith

Jeff Johansen

Jane Romero

Yui Kimura

Felix Ritcher

Yun-Jin Lee

Leon S Kennedy 

Dead By Daylight Killers

(If not listed I don't know much info on them to write, don't care for the character much. Sorry!)

Ghostface (Danny Johnson)

Evan Macmillan (The Trapper)

Philip Ojomo (The Wraith)

Max Thompson (The Hillbilly)

Sally Smithson (The Nurse)

Michael Myers (The Shape)

Anna (The Huntress)

Amanda Young (The Pig)

Frank, Joey, Susie, Julie (The Legion) *no nsfw for susie*

Adris (The Plague)

Caleb Quinn (The Deathslinger)

Pyramid Head (The Executioner) 

Jiwoon Hak (The Trickster)

And That's it! I'll probably add more as I discover new things, Don't be shy to request anything. I don't bite.

Materialist

(If the character didn’t originate from dead by daylight they’ll be listed under where they originated from)

Slashers, Tv Slashers, Popular Game Slashers

( guys I’m working on it pls I’m new to this 🥲)

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Even in Hawkins- Nerves

Part 15 of Even in Hawkins 

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: hospitals, call back/mentions of miscarraige, healing, Neil makes an appearance, complicated feelings are had ( they’re starting to figure their dynamics out)

Hi welcome to the literal 8th version of this chapter that I’ve written in the past...4 months? Finally finally happy with the final product. 

Billy was in the hospital for 5 more days, Max and Steve helping him practice walking. Y/n would help, but Max felt she needed to do it and Steve was stronger than Y/n, so it was probably for the best. “You’re doing great, Billy.” She called, the group turning around. His face was pink. “Do you need to slow down?” Max asked, concerned. “M’ fine.” He walked back to the room, Max trading her spot with Y/n. “Oof! Forgot how heavy you are.” She teased, Billy nipping her ear. She giggled, nudging him back. They helped him back in bed, the nurse on duty coming in to check on his stitches. Steve squeezed Y/n’s shoulder, bumping his nose against her ear. “You okay?”

“Yeah..just..nervous.” She admitted. “Why?”

“Just about..stuff. Like stitches and stairs.” She sat next to Billy, looking at the clock. Visiting hours were almost over. “Can you stay tonight?” Billy asked quietly, looking at his lap. “Sure. Something wrong?”

He shrugged, a mild pout on his face. She leaned in, Max and Steve starting to chatter about something. “It’s okay to be nervous.” She promised in a whisper, pressing her cheek against his, feeling heat flood his cheeks at the contact. “You embarrassed, silly?”

He grumbled, Y/n smiling. “Hey, do you think you two could give us a moment alone?” Y/n asked Max and Steve, nudging Billy. Both looking reluctant. “I’m really hungry actually. Could you go get me a sandwich or something?” Billy asked, taking the hint. The pair walked out, Steve looking a little flushed. Billy reached over, grabbing her closest hand.  Y/n rested her chin on his shoulder, poking his cheek with her nose. She felt the alpha let out a shuddering breath, laying back into the pillows. “Hey, it’s okay. We’re okay.” He whimpered, turning his head. “I can’t-all those people. How can I just go home and act like nothing happened?” He asked in a whisper. Y/n was quiet. How can you? 

“I don’t know, B. I guess you’ll just have to try to live your best or something like that?” That made his mouth quirk in a little smile. “Or something.” His voice was small. Y/n found Billy was turning more and more inward, getting quieter and quieter. Very similar to how he was when he first woke up. This wouldn’t do, of course. The omega in Y/n was practically screaming for her to fix it. 

“Bill?”

“Hm?”

“Love you.” She told him softly, the blond giving her a brilliant smile. “Love you too.” She leaned back into him, Billy pulling her back into a hug, her nose pressed back into his hair. Billy pressed his nose into her scent gland, letting out a long sigh. 

“Can’t wait to scent you how I actually want to.” She murmured, feeling the tip of Billy’s nose rubbing along the curve of her neck and became extremely aware that the doctor was coming into the room. She pulled back gently. “No-” He whined, following her. 

“As much as I’m enjoying it, we have an audience.” She cooed, kissing him and helping him lay down. She sat next to him in a chair, a nurse walking over to check his vitals. Billy grabbed for her hand, the heart monitor speeding up. Y/n rubbed the inside of his palm, not wanting Billy to strain against his IV. 

“Hey William. How are you feeling today?” He shrugged. “Well, that’s better than a grunt I suppose.” The nurse took his temperature, Dr. Owens flipping through the file. “You walked earlier today?” 

“Yeah.”

“Good. I figured we’d discuss some of what you’ll need to do during recovery so check out on Friday can go faster.”

“I get to go home?” Dr. Owens nodded. “I have a list I’ll hand off to you but for now I’ll read you the most important ones. No getting stitches wet for at least another three weeks. You have to quit smoking. We can’t risk it with your weak lungs. No lifting anything heavy for at least 8 weeks and no driving heavy machinery for another 2. I want you to come see me once a week for therapy and at least another session once a week for physical therapy after your 8 weeks is up.” 

“Okay.” Billy’s voice was small. “This isn’t necessary, but I am going to recommend cutting your hair. 

“Doc, you gotta leave me with something.”

“Unless you have someone do it for you, because you strike me as someone who takes care of it, I recommend cutting it so you don’t have to worry about lifting your arms above your shoulder. Easy way to rip stitches.” Billy was getting upset. “We’ll figure something out.” Y/n promised, trying to reassure him. “Sandra here will tell you how to take care of your stitches. I’ll see you in the morning. Call if you need anything.”

“Would it be alright for me to stay here overnight?” The nurse nodded, going to get a special form for her. Steve and Max finally came back, passing out sandwiches. “You need me to get you anything?” The other omega asked before leaning his weight on the bed, eyes darting back and forth between the couple in front of him. “I think I’m okay for now. I’ll just go home in the morning for new clothes and stuff probably. You need anything, B?”

 “I’m good.” Steve handed Billy his sandwich, looking pleased with himself when the alpha took a bite. “Would it be alright if I hug you before I leave?” Steve asked, more so looking at Y/n then he was Billy. “Yeah. That would be nice.” The blond smiled. The older omega squeezed in tight, the slight scenting not going unnoticed by Y/n. “I feel like I need a hug as well.” She teased, scenting Steve as well, a little chirp escaping her at the wonderfully safe, warm and familiar scent of Steve. “Well now I’m a little jealous.” Billy teased, the omegas laughing. “Ready Max?”

“I don’t wanna goooo.” She whined, dragging herself over to the cot. “Love you Billy.” She mumbled, embracing him in a way that was less a hug and more max wilting into him. “Love you too, shitbird.” She stuck her tongue out, Steve having to drag her away. 

Y/n turned the tv on, the pair inhaling turkey sandwiches from the cafeteria. 

She felt Billy’s eyes on her, the omega leaning closer. “Penny for your thoughts?” 

“Did you ever go to the hospital after, you know?” 

“What?”

“The baby?” Billy whispered and suddenly the only noise in the room was the tv. “Oh.”

“...”

“Yeah, I did. That’s the only reason I knew it was...a miscarraige.” She told him softly, the alpha reaching for her hand. “I could have gone with you.” She shook her head. “It was just me and my mom. I was so scared, I wasn’t even thinking about trying to tell anyone else.” 

“I’m sorry.” He squeezed her hand, Y/n wiping at her face. “I didn’t mean to make you upset.”

“No I’m fine.”

“Don’t lie, Y/n.”

“I’m not. Promise,”

She slept curled in the recliner, waking up every time a nurse came to check on Billy.  Everyone continued to visit him throughout the week, the alpha forgetting to mention his impending release coming up. 

The morning of Billy’s last day in the hospital, Billy received a 5 page pamphlet of instructions as well as a non-disclosure agreement. Dr. Owens mentioned he should be getting a check in the mail in a few weeks and that he needed to come back Tuesday for his first physical therapy appointment. Then he was free to go. 

“Well, first day free. What do you want to do?” She asked the blond as they got on the road. “I want a burger.” 

“Okay, greasy burger coming up. It okay if we make a few more stops after?” He nodded, playing with one of the strings on his hoodie. 

 She pulled into the video store parking lot, Billy following behind her, tugging his sleeves down. She reached for his hand, the blond eagerly taking it. “Y/n?” Steve called from the counter, Robin flipping through a comic book. They came over. “Holy shit. Billy! Hey man!” He came around the counter and hugged the alpha, Billy hugging back tightly. Steve tried to be subtle about scenting him but failed pretty spectacularly, causing the other omega to laugh. Steve smiled sheepishly, blushing when Billy buried his face in Steve’s neck. “You’re not the only ones here, dinguses.” Robin chided, Steve yanking away. “I think I should get a hug too.” Y/n teased, Steve throwing his arms around her. “This okay?” He asked quietly, nosing at her scent gland.  “Oh-uh. y-yeah. Yeah it’s okay.” She hugged back tightly. “So what brings you here?”

“Movies.”

“Oh, right.” Steve laughed, rubbing a hand over the back of his neck. He hopped back over the counter, Robin rolling her eyes. Billy meandered, grabbing a couple movies. “Okay, that’s gonna be $4.79.” Steve chirped, smiling up at Billy. Y/n handed off a 5. “I don’t want any change.”

“Hold on.” He grabbed a couple candy bars. “$5 solid.” 

“Thanks, Stevie.” Billy piped up, reaching for Y/n’s hand. “No problem.”

“Steven, you’re drooling.” Robin sighed, closing the comic. “I am not!” 

Y/n smiled. “Wanna come over for movies tomorrow?” 

“Oh, sure.”

“Cool. It’s a date.” Y/n winked, Steve turning pink. “Later, pretty boy.” Billy threw in a wink of his own, Robin cackling as they turned to leave. “Dingus, get off the floor.” Y/n and Billy giggled, the former pulling the blond alpha outside. After getting snacks, Y/n started toward his house to let Billy rest. They pulled into his driveway, Billy looking tense. “Want me to walk you to the door?” He shook his head. “It’s okay. I’ll call you after dinner if I can come over?” She nodded. “Love you, B.” She leaned over, nuzzling the alpha’s scent gland. He let out an involuntary purr. “Okay, get off of me. Won’t ever get home.” He teased, kissing her forehead. She waved as he walked up the pavement, driving off. 

Max opened the door after he knocked on it, stunned. “B-billy?!” 

“Hi Max.” 

She threw her arms around him, crying. He put the box down and hugged her back, Max not letting him go for a good 5 minutes. Neil watched them, not saying anything yet. Susan pulled him into a tight hug, saying she had been so worried about him. Max followed him into his room, asking question after question. “Maxine! Let him breathe.” Neil called. “It’s okay.” Billy said to her. She nodded and scooted into her room, Billy laying down on his bed. Neil came in, Billy sitting up in a panic. “Come to the kitchen.” He did, cautious. His body still hurt so much, he wasn’t ready for what pain might be coming. Susan set a plate of food in front of him. Neil pat his shoulder (a little too hard, mind you), squeezing in a way that made Billy straighten his spine in response. “We were so worried, Billy.” Neil said, voice...quiet? 

Susan nodded. “What did the doctors say?”

“Oh, I don’t remember everything but I have some instructions. I have to do some physical therapy and they had to do surgery on my lungs. Ma’am.” 

“MAXINE!”

“WHAT?!” 

“GET YOUR BROTHERS PAPERS FROM THE HOSPITAL.” 

She brought them in, Billy slowly eating the soup in front of him. Billy saw his father’s eyes go wide. “Don’t worry. The guys who own the mall are paying for everything. They don’t want us to sue them.” He repeated the lie Dr. Owens had instructed him to tell. Neil patted him on the shoulder. “Well, I’m glad you’re okay. And if they don’t pay for all of it I’m gonna sue them for all their worth.” Billy nodded. And then he was left alone. Well, sorta. Susan wouldn’t stop staring at him as he walked from the kitchen to the bathroom to his bedroom. He flipped through the pages Dr. Owens had given, grimacing at the appointment list. He was just tired. And the thought of having to do all that was exhausting. “Billy?”

“Hm?”

“I-mom got you something.” He got up, grunting. “Can I come in?”

“Yeah.” She had a phone in her hands. “They said I can connect it for you in here, if you want?”

“Sure, Max.” He sighed, rubbing a hand over his face. “Or not…”

“No, it’s okay. I’m just tired.” She nodded. “Can I put it here?” He nodded, laying back down. “Thanks, Max.” 

“Call your girlfriend.” She poked his arm. He smiled. “You’re not gonna be using this to call you know who lets get that straight now.” She huffed but didn’t yell at him. He called Y/n after his door was shut. 

“Hey baby.” He smiled, speaking to her softly. “Hi. Do you wanna come over?”

“Can I bring Max?”

“Sure. What time?”

“I don’t care. Now?”

“See you in twenty.” 

They watched back to the future in Y/n’s room, Billy having an arm around each girl. Max only lasted about ten minutes before she complained his arm was heavy. Y/n played with his hair, kissing his cheek every once and awhile. She missed him like hell. And she fell asleep during the movie like 40 minutes in. “Baby, you’re missing it.” He cooed, her resting on his shoulder. She blinked awake, nudging his nose with hers. “I’m probably not gonna make it through the movie.” She said, putting her hand on his chest. Max had moved so she was resting on her elbows towards the end of the bed, kicking her feet. Y/n turned on her side, hiding her face in Billy’s neck, the alpha rubbing his cheek on top of her head.  

“Isn’t Marty kinda hot, Y/n? Y/n?” Max turned her head to see her older brother and his girlfriend asleep. She groaned and got up. “Gross.” She actually thought they were really cute but she would never admit that out loud. She decided to venture downstairs, Y/n’s mom in the kitchen. “Hey sweetie. Who are you?”

“Max Mayfield. I’m Billy’s sister.”

“Nice to meet you.”

“You too. Do you have any ice cream?” Y/n’s mom let her take it upstairs, Max grimacing at the site of Billy drooling on his girlfriend. 

Max bounced as she sat, waking Y/n up. “What’s happening?”

“Want some ice cream?” 

“Sure.” The girls shared ice cream, finishing the movie. 

“Billy, you need to wake up.”

“Five more minutes…” He pleaded, rolling into the pillows. “Ah, fuck.” 

“Careful. Gotta take it easy.” She helped him sit up. “I gotta take you home.”

“Don’t wanna leave.” He whined, pushing his face into her chest. “Billy I’m tired.” Max whined, sugar crash hitting her hard. “You need to go get sleep before our date tomorrow.” Y/n whispered, Billy smiling. “Fine, fine. I’m getting up.” He grumbled, Y/n driving a sleepy Max and Billy home, stomach in knots at the prospect of their movie date tomorrow with Steve. 

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[apollyonsdarksecrets]

In case y’all were wondering, I took a small break from writing after finishing The Contract. But don’t fret! I’m working on three stories that I am oh so excited to publish when they are finished!

[reallyromealone]

i am on my knees rn begging for you to write anything fluffy n domestic with billy hargrove 🧎‍♂️🧎‍♂️🧎‍♂️

(you can make it abo if you wanna (omega reader) or not idm)

Title: Domestic bliss

Billy Hargrove x male reader

Warnings: male reader omegaverse Omega reader alpha billy good billy

I can absolutely do this! And thank you for understanding I have a problem uwu

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Billy followed his mate and pup as they went grocery shopping, (name) following his list as their little pup played with her Dams fingers as passerbys cooed at her precious features, Billy feeling a sense of pride at the product of love that (name) and him made. "Babe, they have a deal on cereal..." (Name) said softly as billy Rested his head on (name)s shoulder to see the cereals "looks good sweet cheeks, you know what I like" he said into (name)s ears to tease him as the Omega playfully rolled his eyes.

Billy never thought he would crave such domesticity but here he was, being a dutiful husband, father and mate.

He never expected to get with the quietest Omega at the high school, took him a month to get a word out of (name) and three to get a date. (Name) gave him a goal, to never be like his dad and so far he was succeeding he'd like to think.

"Baby could you grab the case of soda?" (Name) wasn't allowed to do heavy lifting with Billy around especially with the fact he was carrying their second pup, well into his second trimester and Billy wanted it to be as smooth as possible and taking on things for their daughter when (name) needed a break.

"I don't date players" he remembered (name) say, the two had gone through MANY ups and downs during their relationship, many tears and smiles and he wouldn't replace it for anything.

"You go put half-pint for her nap, I'll put the groceries away" Billy commanded, (name) feeling a little hazy as he did so, wandering with their one year old.

The two cuddled on the couch, (name) feeling relaxed as he snuggled into his mates chest, the smell of colonge and pharamones soothing him.

"You good baby doll?'

"Mmmhmm"

"Good, take a nap baby I'm not going anywhere"

[hellfire--cult]

Baring Teeth {Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader} - Ch. 9

Edit of Eddie: pitifulbaby

Chapters: Masterlist (Go here to see list of chapters, plotline and general warnings.)

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Tropes: Enemies to Lovers, Non-Traditional Omegaverse, Slow burn, Modern!AU, Mechanic!Eddie

⚠️This chapter contains: billy hargrove x reader, smut (protected sex, p in v), manhandling, physical pain, hospital mention, dirty talking, mentions of cancer, grief

wc: 4.6k

Crossposted on: Wattpad & AO3

A/N: What a rollercoaster this chapter is. We are SLOWLY reaching the point in the story where everything will take a turn. Next chapter will have a small time skip, very small, but it is needed!

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CHAPTER 9

A deep breath in.

A deep breath out. 

Gaining the courage to see the other side of the screen was always challenging, because it was always different. Ever changing. He changed. He worsened, with each passing day, with each passing minute, with each passing second.

The screen lit up after a few seconds and Wayne’s face came up on screen.

“Hi there Son.” He greets in a grunt. His hair was gone, no eyebrows, no beard, no sideburns. He was skinny, skinnier than the last time he had a call with Wayne, and his eyes were now filled with weakness rather than the strong man he once was.

“Hi Wayne. Interrupt your nap time, old man?” Eddie replied as he leaned against his balcony with phone in one hand and cigarette on the other. He always needed one when talking to Wayne, because it was always painful, the reminder of a limit of time that one day will reach its end. 

“I nap all day. I really just want to go fishing again.” He says with a chuckle this time, a weak one, but Eddie still smiled at him, reciprocating his laugh.

“Oh come on, as if you ever caught something bigger than the size of a hand.” Eddie joked and it was a bluff really, Wayne was an excellent fisher, and that worked in getting dinner on the table a few times in his childhood and teenage years while he lived with him. Wayne looked into the camera completely offended and shook his head.

“I didn’t raise you to be a liar!” He exclaims and Eddie finally lets out a chuckle while taking a drag out of his cigarette. “You know, that’s the reason I’m like this.” Wayne says pointing at the camera, at what Eddie is holding in his hand.

“Yeah, well… You smoked way too much when I was a teen, like two packs per week.” And Eddie knew the reason for it. Getting the money for his medication, for his treatments, for the hospitalizations in the specialty facility was nothing cheap, and Wayne had to work double shifts and even weekends to be able to provide for it.

The stress of not being able to pay for Eddie’s health was something that Wayne could barely stand, living off cigarettes and whisky, barely eating anything, his defenses falling gradually, his immune system deteriorating, but Eddie was alive. That’s all that mattered. 

“Hey, it was my guilty pleasure.” Wayne jokes with a chuckle but Eddie’s eyes felt distant as he looked at his uncle, his guardian, his father. Because maybe if he wasn’t the way he is, just maybe–

“Is that Eddie?” Wayne looks up from the camera and nods, and Eddie hears a female chuckle from far away.

“Hi Lu.” Eddie greets her and he receives an ‘Hola’ from far away. She was the caretaker of his uncle because he didn’t want to be taken to a hospital or a geriatric. He wanted to be in the peace of his home, his trailer, and that was final. 

“How are you feeling boy? I know your date is coming soon–”

“Yeah, it already happened. Lasted one day as always, nothing new.” Eddie shortly replies, taking another drag of his cigarette and Wayne gives him a nod after a sigh.

“Alright, remember to visit Murphy, you have to do the–”

“Check ups, once every two months. I know Wayne, you don’t really have to take care of me like that anymore.” Eddie says with a hint of sadness behind it, and Wayne frowns at that, chuckling softly.

“You’re my boy, I’m always going to take care of you, no matter how old you get.” He replied with a wrinkled smile and Eddie felt the lump in his throat starting to form. He gulped it down, feeling the all too well burning begin to happen in his eyes, but he gets interrupted by Wayne’s coughing, making Eddie look up at him alarmingly. 

His coughs turned to wheezes as Lucia rushed to start the oxygen machine that was always next to Wayne’s bed, and the next thing Eddie was looking at the ceiling as he heard his uncle wheezing through the phone. He took that moment to look up at the sky as he bit his lips into his mouth to clench and swallow the sob that wanted to escape him. 

He was fighting the tears, looking at the clouds above him, trying to distract himself, trying to think of something else rather than time. Time. It was always time. Time being the worst fucking thing that’s ever to exist, because it always took and took from him, and it never gave him anything. Not a single thing.

He heard some shuffling, and he looked up at the phone again, seeing Wayne now with the oxygen mask on over his mouth and nose. His breathing was heavy and a few wheezes came out here and there.

“I feel like Darth Vader.” Wayne jokes outloud, making Eddie give a sad smile. He knew that this happened because Wayne talked too much, and forced his lungs to do so. That’s why Eddie always preferred to talk to him through text, but his uncle always insisted on seeing him.

And Eddie knew that it was because Wayne didn’t know when it would be time to go.

“You sound like him too.” Eddie continues the joke as the turmoil of feelings in his stomach starts to betray him, and he knows he has to end the call soon, because he doesn’t want his uncle to see him like this. 

“I have to hang up, son. I’m tired of seeing your young face.” He always joked, always kept it lighthearted, always made sure Eddie didn’t know his pain, making sure that Eddie would always see things with a positive aspect, with a laugh, with a smile. 

“I bet, I can’t stand the wrinkles on your face either. Like a bulldog.” Eddie followed on the joke and Wayne smiled through the mask. 

“I love you boy.” Eddie bit onto the inside of his cheek. He was always afraid of this part. Always afraid of the part of hanging up, and he knew why Wayne said this. He was never a sentimental man to begin with, but now, as time went on, Eddie knew that Wayne was saying goodbye, just in case. 

Just in case this would be the last time he ever tells Eddie he loves him.

“I love you too old man… Talk to you tomorrow, okay?” Eddie says, almost with a whimper in his tone, almost breaking as Wayne nodded at him. There was always that hope that tomorrow would come, and that he would talk to his uncle again, he always said it to keep that hope inside of him, and when his uncle responds the next day it would always make Eddie’s nerves relax, even if a bit.

“Sure thing. Goodbye.” And just like that the call ended. Eddie had forgotten about the cigarette, already a bud in his hand, still smoking a bit. He put the phone in his pocket, and stared into the small city. 

A tear fell down his right eye, the knot in his belly finally undoing as a choked sob erupted from his throat. He bent down, throwing the bud towards the street, over his balcony, and he crossed his arms over the rail to hide his face into his arms, his shoulders shaking as he let himself go and feel.

Time. Time is a horrible yet unstoppable thing.

“She told me she couldn’t hang out yesterday, and now she is showing up late!” Robin whines for almost the fourth time and Eddie was getting fed up already. They were at her’s and Steve’s home, enjoying the Saturday night, drinking a few beers, just talking with one another, but Robin had a very annoying mouth sometimes, and Eddie just wanted to rip it out.

“Maybe another date?” Jonathan asks as he lays back onto the couch’s rest with a hand around Steve’s waist. Nancy walked into the room with a tray of new drinks, her specialty, Caipiroska. She was always proud of this drink, because she had perfectioned it, and of course she did, since it was her favorite. Robin immediately took one as soon as Nancy put the tray on the table.

“No! She would tell me! She always tells me everything, and lately, to be honest, she is almost MIA.” Robin scoffs, taking a big gulp of the drink. Eddie was eyeing her and he felt his chest burn once more as anger filled him up for your doings. Robin clearly saw you as a best friend, to the point she would not shut up and worry about you, and she was probably thinking you were leaving her aside. 

“Tells you everything? Don’t know about that.” Eddie says as he takes a glass for himself and Robin turns to him with a glare.

“Just because she doesn’t share a few things, doesn’t make her a liar.” She explains and Eddie rolled his eyes at her. It was almost the same thing. You could be a serial killer that escaped into another state for all he knows. But no, he couldn’t sense that from you.

“But she is okay, right mi amiga?” Argyle asks as he was rolling a joint as he sat on the floor, over the other end of the coffee table. 

“Yeah, I saw her at work, and she was… I don’t know… Glowing?” Robin says and Steve is the one that intervenes now.

“Didn’t she get the Dior client thing? Maybe she’s happy about that.” He says and Robin shakes her head again, taking a sip out of her drink, sighing heavily into it.

“No, no, no! This is like… Different. And yesterday at work she was just jumpy, and excited, and as soon as the day was over she ran off.” She swirled the glass on her hand, looking at the cubes inside of it. Robin trusted you, you had told her about the big announcement and she was excited for you, happy even because she knew how much this means to you.

But she also knows there’s something from this life of yours, this new life, you are hiding from her. And in this life you never held any secrets against Robin.

“Maybe she went to get laid.” Nancy comments this time, taking a sip out of her drink, and Eddie scoffs at that, shaking his head lightly, but the sound of a door opening caught their attention, turning their heads to see who just came in. 

You turned to them with a bright smile on your face, holding a bag of snacks in one hand and a six pack on the other. The sound of a revving engine could be heard in the distance as you walked towards the group, coming into the light.

“Sorry I’m late, had to buy a few things first.” You put the bag on the table as Robin inspected you, squinting slightly at your hair. You always had tidy hair, but this time, it was all over your shoulders, down, combed but kind of wild, covering you all over. You were wearing the same jeans you wore to work yesterday, but the shirt was different. Your makeup looked as if it were on since yesterday as well, tidied up in the best way possible.

You licked your lips as you felt everyone’s stares, sitting down on the floor next to Argyle. You put your phone on the table, facing down, and that’s when you looked up to see everyone simply waiting for you to say something, and Robin was glaring at you, digging into your eyes to look for an answer.

“Where were you?” She asked you, and you cleared your throat, looking over at the tray of drinks and taking one for yourself. 

“I said I was buying things.” You say out loud and then you hear it. Your demise. The voice that might fuck everything up in just one instant. Bring your happiness down in just one second, but your eyes almost widened when he let out a small chuckle, and almost a whisper under his breath as he looked over you from the couch.

“Fucking finally.”

Everyone turned to Eddie, looking for answers, but he kept his mouth shut, taking sips of his drink. He noticed it of course, the change in your way of moving, your body language, and your smell. He could smell the male cologne, and by your cheerfulness, your genuine cheerfulness, he knew that it was a successful encounter.

“What does he mean?” Robin asks and you were speechless, feeling your heart racing as you stared at Eddie. How did he know? How was it so easy for him to read you? Or was it the other way around? Were you too easy to read?

“Holy schmokes, who ate you brochacha?” Your eyes widened when Argyle simply swiped your hair over your right shoulder, revealing the side of your neck, and you threw your hands over it but they had already seen it. It was too late, and you grimaced as everyone gasped loudly, except for Robin.

“You hooked up with someone?!” Jonathan asks excitedly and you sigh heavily, your mood dropping slightly because it was something you wanted to possibly keep secret. 

“I– Yes– but–”

“And you didn’t tell me?” Robin asks, in a low voice, almost a whisper, and when your eyes met hers, you realized the damage you caused. She was hurt, and you were the cause of it. You neglected her into telling her this amazing thing that was happening to your life after so long, but it was because you didn’t want to put yourself or Billy on the spot. 

He was famous, and you didn’t need people to go blurting out that you hooked up with him.

Yet, this was a one time thing, it probably was. And your thighs, as sore as they were now, almost clenched at the memory of his lips on your skin, the way he rubbed himself on you, manhandled you against the wall, railing into you without mercy, without stopping, to the point you were panting and you weren’t verbal anymore.

Just three glasses of wine, three, and you were already panting, sweating, as you were bent over the armrest of the couch, your fingertips touching the floor beneath you, and you were wincing as your hardened nipples brushed against the fabric of the leather couch, burning them slightly.

But that, compared to what was happening in the southern part of your body, was nothing.

Billy was over you, both arms gripping on the armrest, next to your ribcage, as his hips snapped against yours, the jiggling of your backside making him groan loudly as the noises of skin slapping filled the room, alongside your moans. If you sharpened your hearing, you could also hear the squelching of your slick as he pumped himself in and out of you, such perverted sounds.

But it felt too good. Way too good.

You were chatting away on his couch, getting to know each other, talking about work, about friends, all very plain and just over the surface, nothing too deep. That was until he asked if he could kiss you, and after three glasses of wine, how could you possibly deny that request. Not when his eyes were looking at you like you were the finest buffet in existence. And the way his lips moved as he talked to you, the white teeth showing here and there after a smug smirk was directed to you.

Yes, you were gone with that.

And thank god you were gone.

“B-Billy, F-FUCK!” You moaned loudly as he pressed one hand on the small of your back, pushing you down, making you sink and arch your back downwards, letting his shaft hit that spongy part of yourself just perfectly. Your mouth hangs open, completely bewildered at this feeling that you never had. You never had someone hit your spot like this, and he was relentless about it. You heard him chuckle above you as his thrusts became snappy and slow, making you gasp and jerk at each hit.

“You sound perfect, Mousy… Keep yelling my name.” Suddenly you were empty, and you were panting against the couch, trying to lift yourself from it to look at him, wondering what happened, but your waist was grabbed, pushing you to kneel on the couch as Billy stood next to you. Your breathing turned heavy as you looked at him completely bewildered, but he didn’t say anything, only chuckled as he grabbed you by the waist and then the back of your thigh to pull you against him.

You squealed at how easily he had lifted you up from the couch, as if you were just a feather, and your legs immediately wrapped around his waist, as your arms held onto his shoulders. His skin was sticky with sweat, glistening but yet– he smelled way too good. He walked you two towards a wall, slamming your back against it as he, in one strong movement, pushed inside of you again.

“Shit–” You gasp and he silences you with a brush of his lips as he stills his hips for a few seconds.

“You’re beautiful, Mousy. So fucking beautiful.” And he seals your lips together once again as the moans and the groans were present in the room once more.

It would be a hell of a one night stand.

So, fuck it.

“I couldn’t…” You try to defend yourself and she bit the inside of her cheek, her brows furrowing even more. “I mean… It’s too… Unprofessional, Robin.” You say to her, hoping she would catch on, but she just looked at you with a confused look on her face, tilting it as she thought.

“Unprofessional? Someone at work?! Tony?! Esteban?! No, wait he is gay– Maybe Pedro?” She started rambling and you sighed, taking a sip of your drink until the coffee table shook as Robin shot up, almost into the ceiling and everyone pulled back, completely startled as they all looked at her, including you who almost spilled your drink onto the floor. “HOLY FUCKING SHIT.” 

“Robin, you almost dropped the drinks on the wooden flooring– Jesus Christ!” Steve complains, like the mother he is, as he looks around for any splashes and Robin looks down at you, putting up a hand towards you.

“Tell me… You’re fucking joking.” Oh, she caught on. You gave her a small smirk, shaking your head slowly. She ran her fingers through her hair as she walked off to start pacing in the living room.

“Is there something we have to know about, or why is Robin about to have a panic attack?” Eddie asks as he looks back at his friend and then back at you. You shrug at him with the smirk still on your face and he tilted his head slightly at you, trying to read you, but this side of you was something he never saw. Something he actually never felt from you. And he couldn't pinpoint what it was.

“Holy shit… Holy shit– I mean, good for you, but what if Liana finds out? You’re gonna be super fucked! But, that’s the thing right? It’s temporary, so you know it’s fine–” She rambled and Jonathan rolled his eyes and put his hand out to you.

“Can I see the guy?” He asks and you shrug, grabbing your phone to unlock it, and going into Billy’s instagram, putting it on Jonathan’s hand. He took the phone and saw the screen, allowing Steve to see too, who was drinking off his glass and his eyes widened, spitting out his drink towards his side, drenching the couch and almost hitting Nancy who yelled in complete disgust.

“Are you FUCKING shitting me?!” Steve yells, putting the glass on the coffee table and getting up off the couch to look at you, his hands on his hips. “Are you insane?!”

“What the actual fuck is going on?!” Nancy finally screams and Jonathan, still wide eyed and in shock, tosses the cellphone towards Nancy, who chokes up on her spit, putting her hand on her chest. “Holy mother of god…” 

“Lemme see.” Eddie says, getting hold of your phone now, and for some reason you felt smug that he knew about someone like Billy. That he knew for once you got what you deserved for so long. That he knew you felt good, feel good, and will feel good for a while. His eyes were showing no emotion as he looked at the instagram, frowning slightly and then giving a nod in understanding. “So, you’re fucking your client. Nice.” He tosses the phone back to you, and you roll your eyes at him.

Of course he would remind you of that aspect to dampen the mood.

“Whoa, sexy dude, good job my friend.” Argyle says as he peeks over your shoulder to see the screen. 

“No, NO! Not good job! He is a model! He is just using you, you know that right?” Steve was in his mom pose, in all of its glory and you couldn’t contain the laughter that wanted to come out of your throat.

“Right, like I used him.” You retort, and Robin catches onto the past tense, stopping her rambling and pacing, and heading back to sit next to you.

“So– Hang on, was this yesterday?” She asks you and you nod at her, taking a sip of your drink and handing your glass to her so that she could wet her throat a bit.

“Yeah, it was a one time thing, I am sure of that, but I don’t mind. It was great, trust me, but I do know who he is, Steve. I am not that dumb to fall for someone like him.” At your comment, Steve relaxed, sitting down onto the couch with a sigh as he rubbed the back of his neck.

“Okay… That’s good I guess, just be careful.” You knew he was protecting you from a possible heart break, but you knew better than to mess with a famous person.

But you didn’t notice someone was still staring at you. You didn’t notice the brown doe eyes that were trying to read you, investigate what was going on, or what it was that he was seeing. This was a version of you he never had the chance of seeing before. Yet, he didn’t know how to name it, maybe it was the excitement of finally getting properly laid, but there was something behind your eyes that told him that there was more than that.

And you were also hiding more than you were saying. More than you were implying, but he knew it wasn’t out of malice because he senses some kind of doubt within you. He’ll let you be, because at least you told some part of it to your friends, his friends, and that was enough.

So he sipped his drink as you whispered to Robin something, which she only looked at you with widened eyes and a blush to her face. She grabbed your hand and pulled you up from your seats on the floor, and you giggled as she pulled you away into a room. 

“A fucking model, good for her!” Jonathan says as Steve scoffs next to him and his boyfriend chuckles as he leaned over to place a kiss on his cheek, making Steve smile at him as they engaged into conversation with Argyle joining them afterwards.

Eddie looked at them and then at Nancy who was fiddling with her phone and he moved closer to her on the couch, whispering towards her.

“I still don’t see a move Wheeler.” He says with a smirk to his lips and Nancy’s cheeks turned into a deep red as she rolled her eyes to whisper back, not losing her sight on her phone.

“In time, she is preoccupied with something else.” She answers him and Eddie simply scoffs, shaking his head at her.

“You’ve liked her for a fucking year now, and Robin most definitely finds you hot.” At that Nancy slowly turned to Eddie with a frown to her eyebrows, doubt displayed on her features and Eddie’s smirk turned into a soft smile. 

“Really?” She asked him and he looked at her as if she were crazy.

“I am the most observant out of the group, remember that? I know everything about everyone without even asking.” He starts and Nancy was still doubtful, putting her gaze on the coffee table and then back up at Jonathan and Steve. Eddie followed her gaze and he felt the longing she had in her chest, because her eyes were filled with it. 

“I just– I really like her, Eddie… But I don’t want to lose her…” She explains and Eddie knew that she meant to lose Robin as a friend because Nancy has feelings for her. But Eddie also knew the way Robin looked at Nancy when she bent over to pick something up, or the way Robin has the bravery to brush her fingers with hers as Nancy hands her a glass or a bottle of something.

He notices. But Nancy doesn’t.

“Well, I don’t think Robin is that shallow either, she won’t stop being your friend, no matter what.” He answers this time and Nancy looks at him, giving him a soft smile and a nod. She will try, maybe not too straightforward, but maybe start flirting with her, slowly. Eddie leaned back onto the couch’s backrest as you and Robin came back, sitting back down on the floor.

“I need a drink after hearing about heterosexual sex.” Robin says out loud with a grimace as she grabs her old glass and takes a long sip, despite the liquid being in a warm temperature now. You giggled and shook your head at her, but she was the one that asked for details.

Your phone vibrated in your hand, and you looked down to look at the notification, smiling as you saw the text.

‘You kinda forgot something at home.’

You wanted to kick your feet, giggle and just put the phone against your chest, but you took a deep breath to keep your smile down, not wanting to catch anyone’s attention as you opened the message to see the picture he sent you, but the smirk that came to your lips as you saw a picture of your thong, hanging off his index finger, was one you couldn’t hide.

‘Save it for me okay? I'll get it tomorrow.’

The part that you are avoiding telling them, is how Billy treated you afterwards. You didn’t expect him to let you stay the night at his apartment. You didn’t expect him to cook you breakfast this morning. You didn’t expect him to run a shower for you. You didn’t expect him to tell you about his sister. You didn’t expect him to take you out to lunch. You didn’t expect him to cuddle with you as you both watched Friends together. You didn’t expect him to offer to drive you to your friends’ place.

You avoided telling them that Billy Hargrove, did not simply fuck and ran. 

You avoided telling them that you actually have a second date.

You avoided telling them that you didn't plan, not for a single second, to let Billy Hargrove be a one night stand.

Because he had told you, right before entering this house, as you were both in Billy's Camaro, and sharing a goodbye kiss;

"See you tomorrow night? I'll pick you up."

And you couldn't say no.

End of Chapter 9

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A/N: I didn't expect to write angst and smut in the same chapter, but it is what it is my dudes. ALSO, WE NOW KNOW NANCY IS CRUSHING ON ROBIN.

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[thewolfswriting]

Maybe could I get alpha! Billy being super clingy around his omega because he’s about to go into a rut but just before he tends to get super clingy and likes to nuzzle his head into her neck and scents her a lot

Y/N could smell it in the air. Sense it even. That time of the year for Alpha and Beta males going into rut was getting closer. With some it's noticeable, with others not so much.

Unfortunately for Billy, he's one of the Alphas that show signs of his rut.

"You smell so damn good Omega." The Alpha says as he nuzzles his nose against her neck.

The increase of smell is what Billy loves but also hates. When he's around Y/N he can smell everything of her and of course that's the thing he loves but hates it when the smell of other Alpha's rut hits his nostrils.

"Billy, please. I'm trying to study for this test and so are you. Your rut isn't here yet so you can wait."

It doesn't matter how much she tried to shove him away because he wasn't having it.

His eyes changed color as he bought her hand to his nose and once again nuzzled her neck "But it will be soon."

"Billy, study. Now."

He huffs "Fine."

At least he scented her.

[mystrangerfics]

Queen Bee - Pt. 1

A/N: So this took me longer than I would have liked and will be two parts! Enjoy

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x Reader

Description: This was a request by @wassupitschloe : Could i request a Billy Hargrove x Plus Size! Bad-Girl!Reader? like she’s new to Hawkins High and makes herself known as the “omega”of the school(cause billy’s the alpha?) it could be 18+ of you want 😊 thanks!

Work Count: 6524

Complete Story Warnings: Abuse & Suicide Mentioned, Language, & SMUTS, 18+

Billy stood in the parking lot with Tommy and Carol, they were all talking about the party that was happening Saturday night. Tommy was hyping Billy up, talking about his keg stands and which girl Billy might bring back to his car.

“Hell, I don't know. I'm bored with my selection,” Billy said, scanning the parking lot of girls.

“Well, you have gone through quite a few,” Tommy said with a laugh. Carol nodded with raised eyebrows, hearing enough sob stories from her friends about their short time with Billy. Like any of them thought their relationship with him would be different.

All three teens raised their heads as a loud revving engine pulled into the school parking lot. Each one racking their brains over who owned a Firebird Trans Am or may have got one. The car slammed into a parking space and nearly hit a group of girls who shrieked before glaring at the vehicle.

The door opened and leather boots slammed onto the ground before you stood up out of the car. Black, tight jeans covered your thick thighs and a leather jacket covered your torso. You turned, scanning the parking lot with aviators covering your eyes. You sighed out your cigarette smoke before you flicked the butt off in the direction of the glaring girls. You stomped off towards school with your hands in your jacket pockets. You figured you had made enough of an entrance to be the talk of the school, which was your plan. You had run your last school and this one would be no different.

Tommy slowly turned to look at Billy with a smirk. “Looks like you have something new to play with.”

Billy rolled his eyes and shook his head. “Unfortunately, I don’t think she could keep up with me.” Billy played it off in front of Tommy but he had to admit, he would enjoy watching you walk up and down the halls. Your curves were burnt into Billy’s mind like when you look at a bright like for too long, it was all he could see.

“She might,” Carol teased with a smile.

“She’s at least fun to look at,” Tommy mumbled, turning his head back towards where you had gone into the school.

“And what the fuck is that supposed to mean?” Carol asked, turning on her boyfriend with a scowl.

“Babe, come on,” Tommy began and Billy took that as his time to leave.

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Billy wasn’t sure how you did it but by lunch time you had a table of people around you. It was like everyone was already flocking to you, starved for your attention. Girls were acting like your best friend and that they had known you forever. Tina was already perched beside you, Billy had figured that would be the case. Tina flocked to whoever was most current and in, if it was new and exciting, Tina would always be right there beside it.

Billy sat with Tommy, eyeing the situation before Carol came trotting over and dropped into the seat next to Tommy. “Did you get the goods, babe?” Tommy half teased.

“So, she’s from Chicago. Daddy is some bigwig or whatever, worth a fortune. They apparently just bought one of the biggest houses in Loch Nora,” Carol quickly prattled. “Rich kid but like totally hard,” she quickly said. “Like, I would have thought she grew up in prison. She already told one of the teacher to go fuck themselves,” Carol said with a snort. “She has detention Saturday for walking out of class too.”

Billy’s eyes were focused on yours as you scanned your peers with a face of pure boredom. Your eyes eventually landed on his and you didn’t look away. At first Billy thought your glance was seductive but soon enough he realized it was about dominance. You were pushing him, wiggling the sudden surge of popularity you had gained in his face. You could smell an alpha a mile away in a high school setting and that was because you were always the omega. You loved to watch an alpha fall from its place at the top of the heap.

“Oh, Billy Hargrove? Total asshole, don’t bother,” Tina mumbled and raised her eyebrows before rolling her eyes. She popped her gum loudly as she blew a bubble and you looked over at her, a smirk playing on your lips.

“There’s always a few in a crowd,” you said before you sat forward and got up from your seat, leaving your tray of half eaten food. Tina popped up and quickly began following you. Girls like Tina were like alphas in high school, every school had one. The girl who constantly bordered the line for most popular but never had enough drive to make it to the top. She would cling to whomever appeared to be the highest female and make them her best friend. You normally had one picked out by the end of the week in other schools, with Hawkins being so small it took you a few hours to peg Tina.

“So, my party this weekend...are you gonna come?” Tina asked, the hopefulness shining through her face.

“I don’t know. Probably not,” you said with a shrug, not really caring about any sort of party Hawkins had to offer. “How lame is it going to be?”

“I throw the best parties,” Tina said, her voice uncharacteristically defiant for her personality.

“So probably what I would consider a four out of ten,” you mumbled and raised your eyebrows with a little snort. “Fine, I’m sure there isn’t shit else to do,” you mumbled. “Party at my house next Saturday. I’ll show you how to throw a real party.”

“Are you going to do flyers?” Tina asked, seeming excited that she could offer a hand.

“Fuck, no. Aren’t you going to tell everyone by tomorrow anyway?” You said with another snort. Tina opened her mouth and reclosed it, knowing you were probably right. You knew she’d tell everyone Saturday too. “Just tell people it’s gonna be low-key. Not too many people,” you said and Tina nodded excitedly, like you knew she would. You knew by telling her that, your party would be slammed.

“Do you think you can get a keg?” Tina asked, seeming to think she might have one up on you.

You laughed a bit and wrapped an arm around her shoulder. “I’ll have four,” you said to her surprise as you both walked into class.

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Billy was driving home in his Camaro with his music blaring, mindlessly beating on his steering wheel. Max had taken off with her party or whatever so he was free for the afternoon. He kept his eyes on the road but when he heard a loud engine rev and a car dart up behind him, he lifted his gaze. He spotted your Trans Am from earlier and you quickly swerved, getting up beside him and keeping speed to stare at him through his window. He held your gaze for a few moments before he realized he hadn’t been looking at the road. He quickly pulled back from where he’d been going into the ditch and almost hit your car, knocking you towards the ditch. You more carefully corrected but the glare in your eyes told Billy that he had messed up. You had been smirking at him before but now the playfulness was gone.

You flipped him off before you gunned it, your car engine revving as you got in front of him, just in time for another car to pass in the oncoming lane. They honked loudly at both you and Billy, thinking you were both racing or messing around in general. Billy found himself putting his foot down on the gas, keeping up with you. He was realizing, the faster he went, the more you sped. Billy figured the only reason he could even begin to keep up was that he was more familiar with the roads. You were driving with a deathwish at this point, flying at nearly eighty and taking corners fast enough for your rearend to be sliding out into the other lane.

Billy looked up ahead and saw an eighteen wheeler coming down the road you were both about to cross. He spotted the stop sign ahead and slammed on his break. As he heard his brakes squeal, he heard your engine rev. His Camaro slammed to a stop in time to see the large truck blare by and when it passed, he saw your Trans Am disappearing over the hill on the other side.

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“You got a fucking deathwish or something?” You heard the bitter voice behind you and slowly stood from where you had been bent over, getting a drink from the fountain.

“I have no idea what you mean,” you said with a bit of a smirk. Sure enough, Billy Hargrove stood before you, looking mad as ever. You figured his manhood had taken a hit with you passing him the other day and showing him up by driving through the stop sign.

“You could have fucking got hit by that truck! You could have killed us both,” Billy harped with a glare. He had been up all night fuming, pissed that he had almost totaled his car.

“Oh, please,” you said before rolling your eyes with a scoff. “You stopped just like I knew you would,” you said, like it was obvious.

“What is that supposed to mean?” Billy asked, his tone low but heated.

“That you’re a punk, Hargrove,” you said back, your tone just as low and intense. “You bitch out. You act tough but when it comes down to it, you’re fucking scared. Don’t blame me because you don’t have any fucking balls to back up that attitude.”

Billy felt his temperature rising with each word you said.  He was sure that if you were a guy, he would have punched you by now. “Easy for some rich kid to say who has everything they could ever want. Daddy’s not just going to buy me a new car when I total mine, sweetheart.”

“You don’t know shit about me,” you snapped, your eyes throwing daggers at him.

“I know enough,” Billy snipped.

“Oh, really? Got me all figured out, huh?” You asked with an amused look. “Yeah, yeah I’ve got you figured out too. King of Hawkins,” you said before scoffing and laughing. “Some fucking king,” you whispered the last sentence in his ear. Billy snapped a little and used a hand to push you away from him. A few audible gasps made him aware that you both had drawn a small crowd of people. “Don’t start another fight you can’t finish,” you said back bitterly before you fixed your jacket. “Hate to beat up a king in front of his followers,” you snapped before you turned. “Move!” You hollered at a group of students that blocked your path and they all quickly scattered.

Billy watched you walking off down the hall and glared after you. He had to physically hold himself in his place, he didn’t want to start anything. He couldn’t believe what you had said to him but he also knew he hadn’t approached the subject with much ease. He started the conversation with cussing and a hard voice but he honestly couldn’t believe you. He had been up all night, pissed beyond reason about his car almost getting destroyed. Now he knew he’d be up all night again, pissed about everything that you had just said.

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Billy arrived to Tina’s party Saturday night just late enough to draw the attention he wanted. He came through the door and everyone cheered his presence, beckoning him into the house. People were already dancing in the living room, a close group of bodies moving together.

“You’re so late, man. I almost didn’t think you were coming,” Tommy said to Billy from across the bar in the kitchen. “Little Miss Popularity is out back,” Tommy added with a knowing smirk.

Billy narrowed his eyes at Tommy’s face, looking him up and down. “What’s the got to do with me?”

“Seems our girl can keg stand,” Tommy said with a little laugh. “She beat your record, bro,” Tommy said while shaking his head.

“Where is she?” Billy asked, he didn’t know if he was impressed or pissed. He felt irritable, you were trying to step on everything that was his, like you thought you were going to take him down a peg.

“She’s out back with Harrington,” Tommy mumbled, knowing that might further irritated his already seething friend. It didn’t matter if Billy had decided he liked you or not, the fact that you would be entertaining Steve Harrington over Billy would piss him off alone, Tommy knew that much. “Dude, let’s just chill. Have a drink,” Tommy said, stopping Billy from going out back. “Here,” he said, holding a drink out to his friend. Billy glared and took the cup from Tommy’s hand.

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“Harrington is old news,” Tina said to you as you came inside from out back. She glanced over your shoulder to where Steve was sitting, waiting for you to return.

“He’s new to me,” you said with a little smirk and Tina followed you to the punch bowl. “I’m just gonna make out with him. We’re not getting married Tina.”

“But someone could take that the wrong way! Billy Hargrove could be interested in you.” Tina hissed, glancing around the kitchen a little to make sure no one was listening.

You snorted a little before laughing. “Fuck, Billy Hargrove,” you said loudly enough that Tina looked around nervously, scared Billy might have heard you. “Besides, what’s so wrong with Steve? He’s nice, cute and totally has charm. Plus, you told me not to bother with Hargrove,” you explained, trying to show your confusion.

“Well, Steve was the King of Hawkins before Billy showed up,” Tina mumbled, kind of seeing your point. “He totally gave that up though for Nancy Wheeler though! He’s like a total loser now.”

“So he’s a loser for being a great guy?” You asked and raised an eyebrow at her. “Tina, have you even talked to Steve?”

“Well, I mean, not since he cheated on me once,” she said shyly.

“Ah,” you said and nodded, understanding this sudden hatred. “Why don’t you take this?” You handed her a full cup of spiked punch and then another, she looked at you confused. “Bring Steve one and talk to him,” you said flatly, unbelieving of how dense she was. “He’s not a douche anymore,” you assured.

Tina swayed in her spot for a moment before she smiled and made her way to the door, going out back. You rolled your eyes a little before snickering, these high school girls were all the same.

“What’s this I hear about you wanting to fuck my boy?” You turned to see Tommy leaning on the bar, a playful smirk on his face.

You grinned back and leaned right next to him, both of you propped on the bar, faces close. “Fuck him up maybe,” you purred with a grin. “Pretty boy, Hargrove isn’t my type,” you admitted with a shrug.

“Billy's everyone's type,” Tommy said with a laugh. “Way better than Harrington.”

“Harrington's at least honest,” you said before leaning over the bar to scoop yourself another cup of punch. You sighed through your nose as you turned back and faced the crowd, leaning back on the bar. “This shit is lame.”

“I hear there’s a party at your house next weekend,” Tommy said. “Am I invited?”

You smirked at Tommy before rolling your eyes. “Sure but tell Hargrove to stay home.” You leaned off the bar and finished downing your drink. “I'm gonna split,” you mumbled before you took another cup of punch and swigged it.

“It’s only nine. Night just started,” Tommy said, trying to convince you to stay.

“I'm bored,” you said plainly and glanced around at the kids dancing in the tiny living room. “See you later, Bobby.”

“Tommy,” he corrected.

“Right,” you said before nodding. You made your way through the crowd and right as you slipped between two groups of people, Billy did too. You both locked eyes as you brushed your chests together, sliding by. You broke the gaze and headed out the door.

“Where's she going?” Billy asked as he came up beside Tommy but kept his gaze towards the door.

“Home. Said she was bored,” Tommy said with a shrug.

Billy sighed a little through his nose before he reached over to fill his empty cup. “Wonder how nuts her party is gonna be.”

“I'll tell you about it,” Tommy said before making an insincere, apologetic face. “She said you're not invited.”

Billy rolled his eyes at this and glared forward as he took a sip from his cup. “Yeah, we’ll see about that.”

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By the end of the next week, you figured every kid at the high school would be at your house. Everyone kept mentioning it like it was some crazy event that everyone had to go to. You didn't have as many connections in the Hawkin’s area but figured it would blow all of their minds anyway.

“Least it'll be warm,” you mumbled as you laid over a picnic table while Tina sat at it. “So ready for summer.” You stretched out your legs, feeling the sun on them. You knew the other picnic table full of boys was watching you but could have cared less. “How'd it go with Harrington?”

“He says he's not in a place for a relationship,” Tina groaned and rolled her eyes.

You lifted one of the arms you were propped up on and checked your watch. “I'll have to leave soon. Kegs are coming by two and I want to be sure the pools heated a little. So glad it's finally June,” you said, resting your eyes behind your aviators.

“Won’t your dad be home?” Tina asked, slightly panicked.

“Nah, should be gone for his trip. He don't give a shit anyways,” you admitted before you shifted your arms and laid flat on the table, bending your knees.

“Billy Hargrove’s coming over,” Tina hissed, leaning close to your ear.

“Oh, Lord! Alert the press,” you mumbled sarcastically and rolled your eyes.

Billy walked up to the table, holding his messenger bag strap at his shoulder. “Hey, (Y/N). Tina,” he said, sending her a small wave with his fingers that weren't holding the strap of his bag.

“Hi, Billy,” Tina said with a smile and an alluring voice.

“Hargrove,” you sighed out his name, sounding bothered.

“I think you should invite me to your party,” he said with a cocky tone.

“Hmm...no,” you said plainly. Tina raised her eyebrows, looking shocked.

“I have some buddy's coming this weekend, visiting,” Billy said and noticed you raised your eyebrows at this. “They'd love a good party. Getting here today.”

“Well, I guess your friends picked a good weekend,” you said thoughtfully before shrugging. “Sure. Fine, whatever. Go away,” you said and waved your hand.

Billy smirked and turned before heading back towards the school. “I can't believe you talk to Billy Hargrove like that,” Tina admitted.

“Why not? Look what it gets me,” you said before the bell rang. You sat up and sighed boredly. “I'm gonna leave early, see you tonight.” You grabbed your bag before you got off the table and headed towards your car.

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“So like I said,” Billy said as he walked up to your house, his friends following him. “Every girl is available except (Y/N) and just don't bother with Carol. Don't need Tommy getting pissed off.”

Your house was huge and the music was loud, Billy walked in through the front door and he scanned the house with his friends. It was a mansion to say the least and kids were everywhere. Billy noted there were guys and girls here that didn't even go to your school. He walked through the house and went out a backdoor that everyone kept going through. The large deck had four kegs spread out on it and tables with liquor and mixers. Billy had honestly never seen so much alcohol in one place.

“Damn, is that her?” Billy's friend, Quentin asked, pointing. Billy's eyes followed where he was pointing until he found you. You were in a black, strappy bathing suit with your leather jacket on. Your hair looked damp like you'd been swimming earlier. Billy had to swallow to wet his throat and nodded. “I'm calling a take back on dibs,” Quentin said before he walked around Billy.

There was a large bonfire going further down your large backyard. People were in the pool for one of the first warm nights of the coming summer and loud music played on the outdoor speaker system.

Billy watched Quentin go over to you, tapping your shoulder. You turned and smiled at him, he saw introductions being made and glared. Billy walked over beside Quentin who already had you laughing at something he said.

“Billy, you made it!” Tina cheered, coming out from behind you. “You want a drink?”

“Sure,” Billy said with a bored, shrug. “Rum and coke.”

“Sure thing,” Tina said before she quickly went over to the porch.

“Nice house,” Billy said, glancing around the yard.

You looked to him and then followed his gaze, you shrugged. “Yeah, I guess,” you said. Quentin said something to draw your attention until Billy sent him a glare. Quentin disappointedly told you he needed to go get a drink before he walked off. You turned, eyeing Billy up and down. “You told your friends I'm off-limits, didn't you?”

“So what if I did?” Billy shot back, raising an eyebrow at you.

“Smooth move, Hargrove,” you said, almost looking impressed. You turned and walked off towards the bonfire, talking to a girl who came up to you. Billy watched and found a smirk on his face, this felt like progress.

A few hours later and nearly everyone was trashed except you and Billy. You both seemed to be handling it pretty well, you were both used to crazy parties and drinking until sun up. Billy's friends had all found a female to get wrapped up in.  Quentin and Tina had disappeared about an hour ago.  

Tommy, ever the instigator saw the party dying and Billy looking at you almost longingly. You were sitting by the pool with Carol who was drunkenly chattering away. “Alright,” Tommy said loud enough to draw attention. “I challenge Billy and (Y/N) to a drink off! You both are far too sober!”

Billy watched you look up and as gazes fell on you, you shrugged and got up, coming over to the porch. You came over to the table and flicked around through abandoned cups and empty bottles. You found some clean shot glasses and grabbed a bottle of vodka. “Pick your poison, Hargrove,” you said, motioning to the array or liquor bottles left.

“Vodkas fine,” Billy said, shrugging off his jacket.

Tommy came over and filled the array of shot glasses with vodka, three each. You thanked him with a smirk before you picked up the first glass. “Ready?”

Billy picked his up and brought it straight to his mouth. You both swigged and people started watching as you both made it through all three shots. Tommy refilled them and glanced between you both. You instantly went right back to it, both slowing at the sixth shot.

“Fucking burns,” you laughed and draped a hand over your stomach. You breathed out before taking the shot, Billy mimicked you. You motioned with your hand that you had enough.

“You give up?” Tommy asked.

You swallowed your shot with a grimace and sighed out. “No, swap to tequila,” you said. “Enough vodka.”

Tommy grabbed the next bottle and glanced between you both, raising and eyebrow. “Have you ever heard of alcohol poisoning?”

“Yeah, had it three times. Pour the shots,” you said, motioning for him to hurry up.

Billy found himself leaning on the table now, breathing out, trying to calm his stomach. You subtly looked at Billy and knew he wouldn't quit, you had to admit you were feeling rough but didn't look near as bad as Billy.

“Last round?” You said, looking at Billy. “Nine shots is a good game in any book,” you added. Billy looked like he was gonna argue but then nodded. You both downed the first two shots quickly, you paused before the last one and slowly picked it up.

You both raised the last shot and took it before slamming down your glasses. Everyone cheered drunkenly and you laughed a little. Billy nodded before he headed into the house, almost stumbling through the door, no one seemed to notice. You did and followed him, you stayed behind him as he walked through the house and began to gag. You took his hand and quickly pulled him down the hall and opened the door to the bathroom. He dropped to his knees and quickly threw up into the toilet. You sighed a little but helped him get better situated in front of the bowl.

You sat yourself up on the sink and pulled a cigarette from your jacket pocket, lighting it. Billy groaned after a minute and turned to look at you, you held a cup out to him and he made a face.

“It's water,” you said and nudged the cup towards him again, he took it.

“You gonna go out and gloat now because you won?” He asked bitterly.

“No,” you said with a shrug. “I figured people would give you shit if they saw.”

“So why'd you help?” Billy asked, taking another sip off the water.

“Just because I want to run the school doesn't mean I want to embarrass you in front of everyone,” you mumbled as you put your cigarette out in the sink. “Sober up, Hargrove,” you said before you hopped off the sink and left the bathroom. Billy kept his stare on the bathroom door.

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Billy woke up hours later, his head resting against the tile floor. He blinked a few times before he sighed out weakly and sat himself up, the room felt like it was spinning. It took him a few minutes to realize that he had passed out in your bathroom. He quickly got up upon the realization and slowly opened the bathroom door. The house was quiet but trashed, he came out into the hall and glanced around. There was the occasional person laying on the floor or a piece of furniture but most everyone was gone.

Billy slowly made his way towards the back door, remembering that he had left his jacket out there the night before. He walked out onto the porch and saw a chair sat in the middle of it, a pair of legs stretched out over it. He squinted a little as the sun was beginning to come up and walked over to his jacket.

“Morning, Hargrove,” Billy jumped and turned, he thought the person in the chair had been asleep but you sat staring at him.

“Jesus Christ,” he hissed, mindful of the people sleeping on the porch and in the yard. “Don’t you sleep?” He walked over and stood by your feet, still squinting. You took the aviators off your head and offered them to him. He hesitated a second before putting them on.

“Wanted to watch the sun come up,” you said with a shrug.

Billy sat down beside your chair and leaned against it, watching with you. “Used to watch the sun come up all the time in California,” Billy said mindlessly.

“You lived in California?!” You asked suddenly and Billy nodded. “Me too!”

“I thought you lived in Chicago?” Billy asked, confused.

“I did before this,” you said before smirking. “Stalker,” you added with a grin. “I was born in California and lived their until about two years ago,” you explained. “I miss it so bad.”

“Hell, me too,” Billy sighed.

“Used to go out on my board, sit in the waves and watch the sun rise and set,” you said, almost with a dreamy expression.

“You surfed?!” Billy asked before grinning. “I used to be in the waves every day,” Billy confessed.

“Fuck, Hargrove,” you said, acting playfully mad. “I didn't want to like you,” you said before smiling.

“Well, how did that work out?” Billy asked before laughing.

“Not so great,” you admitted and you both laughed. Someone shushed you both in their sleep and you both smirked silently.

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You seemed to be more open to Billy at school after the party. Things had been okay when he left Sunday morning, you had even hugged him when you said goodbye. Now you always waved to him in the hall and even sat with him through lunch some days. Things between you both were changing, you were growing close.

You would hang out after school, it started slow but soon you had plans almost every night. You'd go to a movie or the diner or just ride around talking. Billy found out that you didn't discuss your mother and left it alone, you had nearly got out of his moving vehicle when he pushed the subject the first time. You learned about his shit relationship with his dad and about his new step-mom and step-sister. You agreed the situation was shit but also argued Max was not to blame.

Billy spent a few nights at your house, watching movies until you both passed out in bed together or on the large couch in your living room. Nothing ever happened though, the tension was there but you destroyed any fleeting possibility that something could happen. The first few times you passed out together you woke up on opposite sides of the bed, after that you'd always wake up close. You would curl into Billy and he would hold you while you slept, you always woke up tangled together in someway.

“I mean, is your dad ever home?” Billy asked as he walked into your room for another night. He had shown up with a split lip, saying he was bored, you had let him in, not asking about it. Billy had skimmed over his unhappy home life already, you knew it was probably his dad. You had stopped asking after he bit your head off and stormed out one night. You got it, it was like him asking about your mom, you didn't talk about it.

“Fuck no,” you said before dropping on your bed, shoving your homework to the floor. The books fell and scattered and you lazily yawned.

“What does he do anyway?” Billy asked before he dropped onto your bed, laying back beside you.

“Fuck his secretary and any other twenty year old that walks by,” you said mindlessly.

Billy raised his eyebrows at that and looked to you a little. “Does he ever bring them home? Like, around you?”

“Not really,” you mumbled. “I don’t want to talk about it,” you said with a shrug before rolling over and propping yourself up on your elbows.

“Okay,” Billy said, dropping it. Billy had been over a couple times and your father was never present. “What’s it like to live in a house this big alone?”

“Lonely,” you said quietly and Billy glanced to you. You seemed to be staring off mindlessly before you shook your head. “It’s good though. I like being alone.”

“Then why am I here?” Billy asked, keeping his face playful but really wondering.

“You tell me,” you said, challenging him.

“I like you,” Billy said honestly, seeing your reaction to his bluntness. You seemed bothered by what he said and shifted away from him a little. “Calm down, Princess. You're just a cool chick, a friends. Plus, there’s nothing else to do in this stupid town,” he said when he realized how badly it put you off.

“This is true,” you said before standing up and stretching. “Wanna go for a swim?”

“I didn’t bring trunks,” he mumbled before he stood up with you. “Popcorn and a movie?”

“Sure,” you said. Billy followed you downstairs and into the kitchen. “Go pick out a movie. I’ll make popcorn.”

Billy wandered down a hall until he got to your living room. He admired the huge TV like he normally did before going over to the large stand of VHS tapes. He dug around before he pulled a horror movie from the shelf. He took one last glance before his eyes landed on a tape with a homemade label, ‘(Y/N) and Mom.’ Billy glanced down the hall that lead to the main section of your house before he clicked on your large TV, he hesitated before grabbing the tape and popping it in.

“(Y/N)....(Y/N)?” Billy heard a soft voice saying while the camera got picked up. There was giggling before the camera landed on you at a younger age. “Are you having fun?”

You laughed on the tape. “Yes, mom! Do you have to record everything?”

“Of course I do. Memories are important,” Billy heard your mother say and imagined she was sitting down as the camera shifted a bit.

“You really wanna remember this?” You asked playfully, pointing to your bikini clad body sitting in your chair. Your hair was messy from your swim and blowing in the breeze.

“Yes, don’t you?” Your mom asked you and you smiled, shaking your head at your mother. “Come on. Let’s go out one more time before going home,” your mother said before getting up, the camera clicked off.

“Do you always go through people's things?” Billy turned suddenly, hearing you behind him. You stood with the bowl of popcorn in your hand, a glare in your eyes.

“I didn’t… I just,” Billy started but realized there really wasn’t an excuse.

“Get out,” you said quietly, looking down, hiding your watering eyes.

“I didn’t mean to-,” Billy started but your scream interrupted him.

“I said, ‘Get out!’” You hollered before throwing the bowl of popcorn at him.

Billy dodged it before he quickly went around you, going to the hall. “I’m sorry,” he said honestly before leaving the house. He didn't know that you would be so upset and honestly hated himself for not being more thoughtful. He hadn’t planned on being caught.

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You didn't come to school the next day and Billy felt like the day lasted forever. When the bell finally rang he jumped up and went straight to his car. He drove down to pick up Max and dropped her off in front of their house, hurrying her out of the car. He quickly drove to Loch Nora and got to your house, happy to see your Trans Am in the driveway.

Billy got out and found himself nervous as he knocked. There was no sound on the other side of the door so he rang the doorbell. He waited a few minutes before the door finally pulled open. You stood before him, wearing your clothes from the night before. Your eyes were puffy and your hair was a mess.

“Oh,” you slurred. “Look who it is,” you mumbled before you took a swig off a tequila bottle you had in your hand.

“(Y/N), listen,” Billy started but you interrupted him.

“Come to drag up some more depressing shit?” You asked, gesturing to your face. “I had a dog that I was close to as a kid. Wanna talk about when I had to put him down?”

“Okay, stop it!” Billy said, grabbing the tequila bottle from your hand. “I'm fucking sorry! I didn't know,” he said, trying to make you understand.

“That was the last day I had with my mom,” you said to him. “We left the beach early that day because I was tired. We went home and she caught my dad with another woman. She took off. Crashed her car and died,” you said, sounding mindless but your face slowly crumbled.

Billy had a frown on his face and found himself hugging you as you began to cry again. “I'm really sorry,” Billy whispered after a minute, feeling horrible. You slowly let your arms come around Billy and hug him back. “Come on,” he said, motioning inside. He kept his arm around you as he brought you in and upstairs.

You were drunk and kept stumbling as you walked up the stairs and hall so Billy kept his arm firmly around your waist. “Why are you here?” You mumbled eventually.

“Because I was worried about you,” Billy admitted. “And I felt bad for what I did.” He helped you sit on the bed and went into your bathroom. He filled the cup by the sink with water before he came back, handing it to you. “Drink this. You're stinking drunk.”

You slowly took a sip and Billy went in to turn on your shower. “Do you ever think about dying, Billy?” Billy stopped dead in his spot, feeling the water temperature. The way you asked this question made Billy realize that you did and often.

He turned and glanced to you, you were looking down at your cup of water, staring at it with empty eyes. He knew you were drunk but he also knew you were saying your thoughts out loud. Everyone at school thought your life was so glamorous and amazing. Billy had spent enough time with you to see the truth, you were alone, always. You filled your days with parties so people would be around but also, so there was too many people to get close to anyone. He nibbled his lip, thinking about his answer. “I have,” he confessed before he slowly came over and sat himself beside you. “But shit gets better.”

“That's what I hear,” you said, not sounding very serious about it.

“Hey,” Billy said, his tone serious and the look he fixed you with was stern. “I'm serious. You can't just give up because shit gets hard.”

“No one would even know I was gone,” you said with a small, humourless laugh.

“I would,” Billy said after a moment and you turned your head, looking at him. “So quit it with this stupid shit.” There was a pause between you both and for a second, Billy thought you might kiss him. You looked at his face like you might cry and you leaned towards him but then he saw you sway back.

“Thank you,” you said, sounding genuine.

“Don't thank me,” he mumbled before rubbing your back a bit. “Just go shower. You smell like the bottom of a tequila bottle.”

“Yeah,” you said before giving a small smile. You sighed after a moment and went into your bathroom, getting in the shower.

Billy sat on your bed and listened to you shower. He tried to get the look you had given him out of his head.

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Baring Teeth {Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader} - Ch. 8

Edit of Eddie: pitifulbaby

Chapters: Masterlist (Go here to see list of chapters, plotline and general warnings.)

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Tropes: Enemies to Lovers, Non-Traditional Omegaverse, Slow burn, Modern!AU, Mechanic!Eddie

⚠️This chapter contains: billy hargrove x reader, smut, oral sex (f receiving), physical pain, hospital mention, dirty talking

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Chapter 8

“Shit… Shit, shit, shit!” He groaned in pain, the bindings on his wrists and ankles onto the hospital bed not helping with his writhing. 

He felt as if he were engulfed in flames, as if there was lava all around him, his body ablaze in a red crimson color, and his belly felt a pressure that he never felt before. He didn’t know what was going on. He was at his home, playing his guitar, and then he just felt feverish.

Why was he in the hospital? Wait, it’s not even a hospital, it looks like a private room of some sort, but he couldn’t hear anyone outside. His sight finally focused and he looked to his side, seeing Wayne getting up from his seat with a pained frown in his face, rushing towards his nephew.

“Why am I here Wayne?” 

“They’re specialists in this Eddie, but you’ll be okay son, I promise I will keep you safe.”

A doctor, or that’s what Eddie thought he was because of the white robe, entered the room. He was sort of bald, dark hair, beard and had glasses on, but another shot of pain surged in his belly and he tugged onto the restraints of his wrists. He felt a warm hand press on his forehead to push him back down to the pillow and he saw Wayne’s pained expression looking down on him.

“I will keep you safe.”

Eddie’s eyes shot open, sweat all over his body as heavy breaths left his mouth. He looked over at his clock, signaling 2 AM, sharp. He groaned, sitting up on his bed and that’s when he felt the strong migraine that started to develop. His hand shot towards his head, and he cursed under his breath, feeling warmth expanding towards his chest.

He picked up his phone and immediately opened instagram. Numerous accounts of random girls popped on his profile and his stories, and he started watching them one by one. One posted 2 hours ago, the other 3 hours ago, the next one posted a story 6 hours ago, and then he finally came across Tara. Posted herself drinking at a club 21 minutes ago. 

He winced as he looked up to the ceiling, he knew that the ache was not leaving him unless he did this. He looked back down towards his phone and sent a text to the girl.

‘PIck you up in 20?’ 

Straight forward, no pleasantries, he didn’t care for them really. These women, he just had them for these kinds of cases, not that they knew about it, and the sex was always mediocre, but it helped. It was always empty, thrusting into a hole, no excitement to it, no real attraction except the one they had for him.

He sighed as he waited for the response. He felt another sting in the side of his head as well as if a punch was directed into his belly. 

“Son of a fucking bitch.” He grabbed the ponytail in his nightstand, putting his hair in a bun. Always conditioned to this part of him that wanted to take over his body. Always feeling weak thanks to all the medication he has to take. Always feeling like an animal because of these things he does to women who just want to have a good time.

And he was never satisfied.

But they all had to do. They just simply had to do it for now.

His phone made a ‘Ting’ sound and he looked down on it.

‘Always rdy 4 u bby ;)’

Eddie rolled his eyes, getting up from his bed to get dressed with a groan. It’s just a hole, just a helper, that’s all he thinks about. That’s all it is. When was the last time he had an enjoyable time with someone else? His pleasure was never equal to his partner’s, so he often wondered if he will always be the problem of his demise.

For now, that’s what it seems like.

You fixed your skirt as you took a deep breath in, clearing your throat before going into the meeting room where your client was alongside your boss and other editors.

Be professional. It’s your workplace. Behave.

You opened the door to find your Boss, Liana, sitting at the very end of the table. On her right was a man in a suit, then you found your co-editor in this article, Tony, and then on Liana’s left side was Billy Hargrove, smiling at you, no, smirking at you with mischief in his eyes as the chattering of the room dimmed down as you entered.

Your belly filled with knots as you locked eyes with him, clearing your throat slightly as you noticed that the only available seat was right next to him. 

“Good morning.” You called out and Liana beamed up at you, calling out your name. You had an exceptional relationship with your boss, it was far from friendship, but the trust was there as well as confidentiality. She had trusted you with small projects, then bigger ones, and now this would be the second huge project you would do for the magazine, but this time it is only you. Last project you shared it with Robin, when she actually put a little bit of effort.

But Robin took this job because it paid, not because it was her long term dream, and you understood that. You actually studied Fashion and made your way to get an Editor degree. Your passion stood here, in the background of the flashes of cameras and interviews. You preferred pen and paper, to voice out the new trends to long term designers, or show off new ones to the world. Entrepreneurs, even people you had scouted on TikTok and Instagram.

You wanted to shove the great chain industries away, for fresh material. Balenciaga, Gucci, Louis Vuitton, that’s just what they are. Names. Fashion wise it was too old, too bland, too antique. And then, on TikTok, small businesses of high fashion popped up, people that made these dresses and clothes out of pure love and ambition. You wanted that in the new world, in the new generation. 

But for now, you have to stick to big companies, and hope that next project you will be able to talk Liana into bringing a new designer for the photoshoots.

“Please, take a seat! We are discussing our meetings with our next clients.” You walked around the table, taking a seat next to Billy, who shot you a smile. Liana interrupted again in order to present you to Billy, thinking you two haven’t met before. You were about to correct her that you actually met Billy before by coincidence, but Billy just grabbed your hand and placed a kiss on your knuckles, making your cheeks redden slightly at the gesture.

“Beautiful name. Cannot be happier that a woman like yourself will be guiding this project.” He says into your hand, his warm breath hitting your skin which sends goosebumps all over your body and you could only stare at his blue eyes. Liana chuckled under her breath and that made you snap out, pushing the butterflies in your belly aside, taking your hand away from him.

“Nice meeting you too, Mr. Hargrove. And thank you for that flattery.” You finish saying as formal as possible, sitting down right next to him, putting your suitcase on top of the table. Liana sat down again with a content sigh as you fished your papers out of the leathery case.

“Okay, so, we know Curtis Delore wants more details on these designs, wanting to change it a bit to put on you Mr. Hargrove. He wants to buy the blueprints on these–”

“Actually…” You cut Liana off and your boss already knew you went a step ahead, a smile brooding on her red lips. Liana can always trust your diligent work, and she could see the passion you have for this industry and what it could be. So, she let you continue. “I took the time to contact Millie, and I may have sent her a copy of this article so that she could pass it onto her boss.”

“I already love the mention of Millie.” Liana says and Billy and his manager only looked with confused faces to one another, to then go back at you.

“I got a call this morning from Kim Jones himself that he wants to purchase the blueprint for the next collection and he is also very interested in the model himself for the campaign.” You say with a smirk on your face and Liana simply cheered in excitement. That meant that the design is now valued almost ten times than what it was going to be originally purchased at. Billy was still confused and looked at his manager, Ralph, who cleared his throat to catch both of your attention.

“Excuse me Ladies, who is Kim Jones?” He asked and you slid one of your papers towards Billy and then one towards Ralph. His eyes bulged out of their sockets as he looked up at Billy, who almost had the same expression in his face. 

“You got me to model for Dior? Dior Homme?” Billy slowly turned his head to look at you and you still had the snicker in the inside of your cheek, giving him a shrug.

“It’s a possibility, if you do desire to take it that is.” Billy looked at his manager, then smiled widely, throwing himself back on his chair, running his hands through his hair out of pure happiness. In his career, the only big gig he got was the Chanel advertisement, clothes wise, he didn’t get high couture brands to pick him as their face or body. 

But, the Chief Designer of Dior Homme was actually interested in him. 

He felt his chest almost exploding as he looked at the table and saw the three people all around him chatting excitedly. They were talking about numbers, and possibilities but Billy’s eyes could only look at you. How your mouth moved, how your eyes sparkled with ambition and he couldn’t help but drown in the sound of your voice.

And oh, how he wants to fuck you into his mattress for what you just did for him.

He really wants to show you how grateful he is. How happy you just made him by giving him an opportunity like this, despite him trying to make a move on you. You didn’t take it as offensive, and you didn’t push him away completely because of it either, you didn’t butcher his opportunity to show him a lesson, but you even gave him a bigger chance. 

And he really wants to make it up to you.

Once the percentage of the gainings were talked about and how Billy’s patronage with Dior would give a small percent to the company, the meeting finally ended. 

“Ralph, may I speak with you for a second? It’s just a legal matter.” Liana says with a smile as she guides Ralph to her office. You sighed in contentment, your insides up in flames at how well everything went as you turned into the hall to go to the elevators. You cannot wait to tell Robin about this, or maybe you shouldn’t. You don’t want to rub this in her face, because this would have given her a lot of commission if she were still in the team.

Maybe you can tell her as if it’s not a big deal, or just simply not tell her anything at all. But you needed to tell someone, because this was a big step, and you couldn’t– 

Your thoughts were completely cut off as you felt a hand grip onto your bicep, guiding you into a storage room that was near the hallway you were crossing. Your eyes widened in the darkness, brazing onto your suitcase to swing it, when the lights turned on above you. You turned around to find blue eyes staring down at you with an intensity that was making your knees grow weak. 

The sound of a lock was heard in the room as you took a step away from the man. He was a model, yes, but what if he was a psychopath? You didn’t know the guy, and now he has you locked up in a storage room in the building where you work. 

“Um, Mr. Hargrove–” He put his hands up for you to stay silent as he looked at you, a smile drawing on his lips which was making the butterflies in your stomach flutter all around.

“Billy…” He reminded you and you blinked while staring at him, feeling your throat going dry as you saw how his eyes moved around as he tried to find the words to say. Was he nervous? “I wanted to thank you. I mean, apart from Ralph, no one ever put that much faith in me, or my work before.”

You were stunned. He was actually grateful for what you did, and that made your chest go warm at his actions. It saddened you slightly that no one paid attention to him before, because Billy was beautiful, and sexy when he had to be. He has multiple faces that people can possibly use, and you were happy to be the one to introduce him to that chain of possibilities. 

“It’s my job Billy… But I am glad this can help you out now, and in the future.” He gave you a nod as you kept smiling at him but that smile slowly lowered as he took one step closer, tentatively. His hands reached for your suitcase, taking it from your hands to put it on the floor. Your eyes widened and your throat went dry as he looked down on you. 

His eyes were lustful, but the tint of red on his cheeks told you that he was excited. The gaze he was looking at you with was enough to make your core clench, and your belly burn with intensity as he took another step towards you. You didn’t notice that you were taking your own steps back, not until you felt the cold wall against your back. 

You have to talk, you really have to talk, tell him that he is crossing the line, that you were sort of his boss in this situation, but his eyes. There was something in his eyes that was not filled with lust.

Billy was admiring you right now. 

“If you’d let me, Mousy…” He slowly starts kneeling in front of you, your eyes widening as your breath gets caught in your throat at the sight. This supermodel, this way too handsome of a man, was kneeling in front of you, and your whole body broke into a sweat. “I would like to show you just how grateful I am…”

“Y-You don’t have to do it, it’s part of my job–” His right hand raised up, brushing on the side of your left thigh, slowly, fingertips as light as feathers, and your skin grew goosebumps thanks to it. You shivered at the touch, and your belly turned with anticipation at what could happen right now.

“I want to. You don’t know how much I want to.” And Billy doesn’t say it, but he never wants to. But you, you are different. He wants to please you, ultimately make you see stars, helping you to relax, to untangle yourself from the everyday nerves. You gulped and almost let out a small groan when his fingers dug into the skin of your thigh. 

“B-Billy, I don’t know if we should–” You tried to stop this, but you didn’t really want to. Your excitement and your nerves were moving all around your body, going through your veins from head to toe, warming you up and making your heart pump even faster to keep you conscious. 

“Let me eat you Mousy… I need to taste you, god how I want to taste you…” He wasn’t even looking at you as his fingers creeped under your skirt, going up, leaving a trail of fire at each graze of his touch on your skin. You looked up at the ceiling as your breath started picking up. 

“I won’t do anything to you later.” You state, putting your foot down to see if he will stop his movements when he realizes he is not getting anything out of this. But your eyes widened when you felt his fingers hook with the elastic of your underwear, and slowly slide it down your legs. You looked down to see blue irises staring directly into you, a lustful look hiding behind his black blown pupils and he said the next words without a smirk, a smile, or anything at all that would tell you he was playing with you.

“I am doing this because I want to. Not because I expect anything, Mousy.” All your life, you met men that wanted to take or wanted something in return for what they did to you. Women were a different thing, there was no way around it when it came to that, one has to get off the other and that’s final, but men really don’t care about that. 

He urged your right foot to step out of one of the holes of your underwear and then you felt him raise your left leg up, your breath getting stuck in your throat as he hooked your under knee over his shoulder. You gasped when you realized he was staring directly at your center, and you tried to pull your skirt down for him to not see, a deep blush covering your entire body at how open you felt.

He tsked at you, and with his right hand he gripped your hand that was pulling your skirt down and looked up at you with a shake of his head. Your underwear was dangling off your left ankle and your hand was moved away by him as your other helped you stay stable against the wall. He smirked as he bunched up your tight skirt up, going over your ass so he could have a clear view in front of him

In all honesty, you could have avoided this situation. He didn’t seem like a guy who would take a No like a complete offense. He would have let you go the moment you struggled a little bit, but you didn’t. Because you felt the desire the moment he closed the door on the two of you. The tension that has been building up for the past week. 

And wanted nothing else than for him to continue.

“Fuck– Let me thank you properly Mousy… I’ll make you feel real good.” He moved forward, and you felt your whole body shake in anticipation as his breath felt closer and closer on you. Your eyes widened when he blew a bit of air on you, and you realized thanks to the coldness that you were already wet. And he didn’t even touch you yet.

He chuckled as he saw the glistening of your slick, licking his lips as he pressed a kiss above your clit, just gently, teasingly, and you bit on your bottom lip to hold back the whine that wanted to come out of your mouth. He raised his hands up, and got hold of your ass, making your lower body lean forward to him and your hand immediately shot to his head as the other held onto the wall because you needed stability.

His smirk widened as he looked up at you and you stared down at him, alarmingly, because you realized that you fell into it. You grabbed onto his head. A clear invitation. And thanks to that, he was moving forward to press a kiss on your throbbing nub, making you squeal slightly. 

He trembled with excitement at the sound, almost as if he were an animal tasting his prey. But you were no prey. You were a prize. A beautiful prize. And he wanted it, he really did want it. 

His excitement though, betrayed his teasing, and his tongue flicked out to finally get a long lick up your slit, tasting you, and you threw your head back at the sensation, a groan getting caught in your throat. He moaned at your taste, taking another lick for good measure, making your hand clench on his hair. 

“You taste so sweet… Fuck, I think I’m gonna get addicted to you.” And like that, he went in. All in. His tongue lapping your wet folds as if he were a starved man, flicking your clit with the tip of his tongue every now and then and you couldn’t help the breathy moans that escaped your lips. 

Holy shit. Billy Hargrove was eating you out. Out of his pure pleasure.

He gripped into the flesh of your ass to pull you even closer in order for his tongue to go even deeper and finally shove it inside of you to taste your walls. His nose was hitting on your clit just right as he moved his head to the thrust of his tongue. You threw your head back as your eyes rolled to the back of your head, bliss filling your body as you tried to keep your moans as low as possible.

Your grip in his hair shifted, tightening to then let go to rub it gently. He pulled out of your mouth to now solely focus on your clit, putting his lips around it to suck on it while flicking the tip of his tongue against it, and that made you moan out a little louder.

“Fuck, Billy–” He moaned against you as you called his name as if it were a prayer. He let go of your clit, to repeatedly flick it with his tongue, making your hips shake slightly at the feeling. Oh, he was going to be the death of you today, but how long has it been since someone took care of you in this way?

How long has it been since someone cared enough to do so?

His left hand left your ass cheek, to move to your front. He was sucking onto your clit as his index finger touched your slit, coating it in your fluids to lubricate it before pushing it inside, slowly and tentatively. You took a sharp intake of breath at the intrusion, but loved it nonetheless, the grip you had in his hair tightening at the feeling. His tongue never stopped moving on you as his finger started going in and out, in a slow pace. 

You were trying to keep your moans as low as you could but you had nothing to cover your mouth with. Both hands were occupied with something. One was on the wall to keep you from falling and the other was in blonde curls. You wanted more, you needed more. Your belly was starting to pulse, and burn for him.

He pulled away from your clit to take a look at you, and what he saw made the bulge in his pants, which was already hard enough for the buttons to pop out of his jeans, simply twitch. Your face was completely flushed, your eyes half closed from the pleasure you were feeling, and breathy moans were escaping your lips.

But his name, his name was coming out of them as well.

“Can you feel it doll? How thankful I am for what you did?” He licked his lips with a smirk as you whined at his words. He will have his chance on being the one in control some other time. Right now, he had to show you how happy you made him today. So he will return the favor. 

“Billy, I need to…” Your words got stuck in your throat as his finger kept thrusting into you but it wasn’t enough. The squelching sound of your wetness could be heard in the small room, making your belly turn in embarrassment and arousal at the same time. He hummed as he pressed a kiss to the thigh that was draped over his shoulder.

“What do you need, Mousy? I’ll give it to you… Anything you need. Anything you want.” And there was a hidden message behind those words, a message that only Billy knew about. He nibbled on your flesh to urge you to talk and you gasped slightly at the bite, looking down at him.

“I want to… I want to cum, please…” You beg of him and he almost fainted at how good you sound, at how pornographic your voice is like this. Breathless, with choked up moans in it. With his name stuck on your lips, your legs trembling over him, and he was glad he decided to show up to the meeting today. He was gonna let Ralph handle it, meet you afterwards as he snuck away from his manager, but this was much better. So much better.

He added his middle finger now with his index one, and your mouth fell agape, feeling the tight coil in your belly starting to snap slowly. He started moving his fingers, thrusting into you slowly at first and he guided his head towards your clit, sucking on it to add to the stimulation. Your eyes widened at the feeling to then clench them closed, your other hand gripping onto his hair as well as your back held you against the wall.

“Fuck! Billy– You’re so good, what the fu–” You almost moaned loudly, but you held it in as soon as you opened your mouth for it. He curled his fingers inside of you, his pace increasing and you were grinding your hips against his face now, your hands gripping his hair tightly to push him into you, for him to keep going, for him to keep making you feel so wonderfully blissful right now, for him to keep moving on you, for him to keep showing you how grateful he is to you.

“Cum on my face baby, come on, I can feel it…” He says into you with a smirk on his lips before attacking your clit again with his tongue. Your breathing became too heavy, your chest going up and down as the knot grew in your belly, and it burned, and it was unbearable until it finally snapped. 

One of your hands flew to your mouth, the other holding Billy’s hair still, pushing him into you as your walls clenched around his fingers, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as you tilted your head back, almost hitting yourself against the wall. You were seeing white, then flashes of stars all around you as he kept shaking his head against you, helping you to ride your orgasm.

He took a deep breath in, breathing heavy when he felt your hand release his hair a bit. Your left leg was shaking over him and he was blown out by how responsive you were to him. He smirked, leaning over to take a long lick of your juices that were already dripping down your inner thighs. You winced at the overstimulation, looking down at him through teary eyes. You gripped onto his hair again, and motioned him to stop.

“Too much– Please…” You were breathless. You didn’t expect your day to turn out like this at all, but here you were. And you didn’t wish to be anywhere else at all. Billy pulled away from you, putting your left leg onto the floor, but not before slipping your underwear out of your ankle. You almost fell, feeling your legs shake because of the aftershock of your orgasm. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, getting up from the floor to face you again.

His knees hurt, his jaw was sore, but his mouth was filled of you, and he wanted more. He needed more.

“Did my thanks go through?”  He asked with a smirk to his face and you looked up at him, with half hooded eyes, your pupils still dilated from the pleasure you just received. His eyes almost widened at the sight. He wanted to kiss you, really badly, taste your lips, make you taste yourself in his mouth. You gave him a tired smirk, making him raise an eyebrow up.

“It did Mr. Hargrove.” Your breath was slowly catching up on you, and you realized your skirt was still up, and you pulled it down, to then look at him again. “Can you give me back my underwear?”

“What underwear?” He says with a sly smirk on his lips that it makes you tremble with desire once again. How did he do it so easily? The butterflies in your stomach reappeared to wreak havoc once more inside of you. 

“The black panties that are on your hand?” You say to him and he slowly puts said panties into the backpocket of his denim jeans, his face coming closer as he talked.

“You came commando today, Mousy.” He was keeping them. He was going to keep your underwear to do god knows what later on. This man, who didn’t ask for anything back right now from you, ignoring the hard bulge that was in his pants, and he just did it out of pure pleasure and also because of the lust he holds for you. You were speechless at his actions, because never once you had a man be this passionate to you. Never this filthy.

He was staring at you, his face as close as he could, breath grazing all of your face and you wanted to dive into his lips, feel them on you, wanting nothing more than to feel how his mouth linked with yours in a frenzied kiss. But he was waiting, patiently, because the line was crossed, but not quite. The next step was yours to take.

“I want to thank you too… How about Friday?” 

His smirk grew as he heard your words, licking the inside of his bottom lip, and his chest puffed in victory. You knew that this might be a one night stand. That his fixation with you will be gone as soon as you two have sex, but you needed him. You wanted him. Fuck the game of cat and mouse.

“Friday sounds perfect… And trust me, you don’t have to thank me Mousy… But if you insist.” He pulled away from you, fixing his hair with a wipe of his hand through it. You gulped as you stared at him and he kept his eyes on yours. He leaned over again, his instincts wanting to betray him, but he stopped as his lips graced yours. Your breath hitched at the touch, and your skin was burning from how aroused you were feeling for him. “God, I want to fucking kiss you.” 

“Friday…” Was your quick response. You knew that if he kissed you now, your one night stand would be at work, and with all honesty, you wanted a whole night with him. You wanted to be able to hear him grunt, moan, and call your name, but you also wanted to scream to let him know how you were feeling.

Because you know, Billy Hargrove was gonna make you scream. And you could hardly wait for it.

“Friday.” He pulled off you completely this time, and you felt the cold embracing you at the lack of body heat. He backed off from you, a smile on his lips as he unlocked the door, giving you a small wink before sliding out and closing the door behind him. The room being void of his cologne now, and you could only smell it 

You finally let yourself slam against the wall, your body shaking as you pressed your hands to your face, feeling the strong heat that was on your skin, smiling widely at what you just experienced. You felt a cold breeze in between your legs, and you clenched your eyes at the feel of your arousal on your inner thighs. You had to go wash yourself.

But that didn’t make your smile falter one bit. You were still trying to believe what had just happened, and not because it was Billy Hargrove. That was a bonus. Someone actually made you feel pleasure, after so long of faking orgasms, of making up excuses to not meet with bad hookups, after taking care of your needs by yourself.

You had to thank Billy properly. It was the right thing to do.

End of chapter 8

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A/N: I know the smut it's not with who you would want it to be, but we need some backstory before we get to the juicy bits u kno. I will avoid future smut with Billy to focus on Eddie, this was just to introduce him like this into Reader's life.

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