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sadhours · 11 months
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Cockwarming w dom billy whilst ur watching a movie. He’s so needy for u so u cockwarm his huge cock whilst trying to watch, staying still. But he keeps distracting u rubbing his hand on your back and nipples.Eventually he can’t take it so he rubs your pussy moaning into your neck and you squirt all over him.
you always have such fun requests, i loved writing this 😘
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warnings: 18+ minors dni, pure pure smut
The movie has caught your attention, it was just something that you thought might be interesting just based on the VHS cover, Rollerball. You were just excited to spend time with your boyfriend, a lazy night lounging around watching movies. Billy had been so busy with work and the Camaro but he called this morning and said he was coming over tonight. It was a relief because you’d felt like maybe you both were too busy with work and you were growing distant.
Billy’s laying behind you, left arm draped over your side while he props his head up on his right hand.
“Could you imagine if this was a real sport?” he mumbles, his fingertips ghosting your exposed stomach where your tank top had ridden up.
With a snort, you reply, “Absolutely not. They’re practically killing each other. And I don’t get why some of them are on motorcycles.”
Billy laughs, his breath feels nice and warm against your ear and you slightly melt back against him, “Sci-fi, babe. That’s just how the games played.”
“I guess so,” you say, unconvinced.
Suddenly, you feel his hand move down and he starts to push your shorts and underwear down. You don’t protest, giggling softly as he kisses your jaw. You feel as he struggles to push his own sweats down and then the head of his cock is pressing against your entrance. It slips in easily and he pushes in until his hips are flush with your ass. But then Billy doesn’t move, an inch. No thrust or roll of his hips. He drapes his arm back over your side and keeps on watching the movie. You turn your head slightly to look back at him.
“What are you doing?” you ask, a little breathless.
He glances down at you, a smirk playing on his lips before he says, nonchalantly, “Just keeping my dick warm.”
It’s the most ridiculous thing but you don’t laugh because it also feels so intimate. Instead, you just roll with it, turning your attention back to the movie but you can’t stop from clenching around Billy’s thick cock. You feel him exhale sharply but he still doesn’t move his hips. It’s a bit frustrating but you like giving Billy the power so while it’s almost impossible not to grind back against him, you’re able to restrain yourself.
After some time has passed, you’re fully engrossed back in the movie because the plot has kind of picked up but then Billy’s moving his hand. First, smoothing it over the curve of your hips down to your thigh and all the way back up to your stomach. You think he’s going to start rocking his hips but, he keeps them still.
“Billy…” you whine, softly, a bit of a pout forming on your lips.
“What?” he says, airy like he’s not doing anything out of the ordinary.
His fingers sneak up your top, the pad of his middle finger circles against your hardened nipple and you can’t help but gasp, eyes falling shut. Billy hums, his lips so close to your ear which just makes you clench around him harder. He pinches your nipple and bites on your earlobe before sucking on it. You let out a soft moan, your hand shooting up to grip his forearm in attempts to ground yourself. You keep thinking any second he’s gonna flip you over and fuck into you, give you what you both want so bad.
But he doesn’t. Billy’s apparently intent on teasing you.
He mumbles something else about the movie but you can’t comprehend the words, your heads gone fuzzy as he casually plays with your nipple. You consider asking him to repeat himself for a moment but the thought dissolves when he bites your neck, soothing the tender skin with his tongue immediately after. You gasp, your body feels so hot and tingly that you can’t help but arch your back, causing Billy’s erection to pull out just slightly and then he’s making a strangled groan, fingers squeezing your breast like he’s a little frustrated by the movement. Like you’ve infiltrated his little game and he didn’t expect it.
“Billy,” you plead with desperation and like a gift, his hand smooths down your body until his fingertips meet your clit and he taps against it. “Yes,” you pant out, “please…”
“So eager,” he tsks and kisses along your jaw while moving his fingers against your clit in broad circles. It’s just exactly what you needed and you could care less about the dumb movie at this point, writhing against him as you hook your ankle behind his legs to spread yourself open more.
He makes all kinds of pretty sounds as you fuck yourself back on his cock, doing all the work for it. You flutter around him, feeling his tip brush against your spongy spot deep inside and you let out a low sound at the sensation it spreads over your whole body. All hot and dizzying. Billy chuckles lowly, slapping against your clit a couple of times, each blow makes your body jolt forward and back against him.
“Just couldn’t take it anymore, huh, doll?”
“You couldn’t either,” you bite back, placing your hand on his thigh so you could get better leverage as you grind against him.
He delivers a particularly hard thrust against you as he says in a throaty voice, “Yeah, you’re right.”
“Fuck!” you cry out, “again.”
Billy does, repeatedly as he rubs your clit faster. Your mouth hangs open, he licks, kisses and bites at your jaw while he fucks into you hard and relentless.
“You like that, baby?” he asks, breathy and on the verge of a whine. The sound it tears from you is foreign, definitely not a sound you knew you were capable of making. A desperate, kind of crazed groan. You feel Billy’s lips curl up against your skin when he hears it, his fingers spreading your lips apart and the cool air that hits your folds is incredibly intoxicating.
The sounds of his cock pumping in and out of your drenched hole fill the room and that’s when you notice the movie has ended. Billy moves his hand up to grab your jaw and turn your head so he can press a searing kiss against your lips while he drills into you from behind. The neighbors are gonna fucking hate you but you can’t help the slurry of cries and moans escaping from you. You know it’s loud because Billy shushes you, though he’s grinning wide when he does it.
“So good,” you babble, letting your eyes flutter shut when he moves his fingers back down to your clit and expertly works it. You arch against him, panting out, “Gonna cum…”
“Do it, baby,” he purrs, “Cum for me.”
He quickens his pace and you teeter over the edge, body seizing as your orgasm crashes into you, squirting all over his cock and hand. Billy groans, long and deep before he grabs a hold of your hip and fucks into you impressively harder.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he grunts before spilling inside you, coating your walls with his spunk and you hum happily, melting against him as the fruitions of your pleasure mixes. Billy doesn’t pull out right away but he wraps his arm around your middle and squeezes as he lays kisses against your shoulder while you’re still reeling in the aftershocks of a powerful orgasm.
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vilentia · 11 months
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Tears of Regret
Billy Hargrove x reader
Inspired by this post by @billyhargrovesslut
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Billy Hargrove's heart pounded in his chest as adrenaline coursed through his veins. He had always been hot-tempered, but this time, he had let his anger consume him completely. He never meant to hurt you—his beloved, the one he was deeply in love with—but in the heat of the moment, his actions had spiraled out of control.
You had been arguing, the tension between you escalating with each word exchanged. A simple disagreement had turned into a raging storm, and Billy had lost control of his emotions. In his fury, he had lashed out, a wild swing of his arm connecting with your shoulder, causing you to stumble back in pain.
The moment he saw the look of fear and pain flash across your face, Billy's heart shattered into a million pieces. His anger evaporated instantly, replaced by a profound sense of regret and guilt. All he wanted was to take back that moment, to rewind time and prevent himself from causing you any harm. But it was too late—the damage was done.
As you flinched away from him, your eyes filled with tears, Billy's world came crashing down around him. He was deeply in love with you, and the thought of hurting you, even unintentionally, was unbearable. He had promised himself he would protect you, cherish you, and now he had failed miserably.
"Y/N," Billy's voice wavered with a mixture of sorrow and desperation. He reached out a trembling hand, desperate to bridge the growing distance between you. "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean... I never wanted to hurt you. Please, believe me."
But you couldn't bring yourself to respond. The pain in your eyes mirrored the pain in his heart, and you took a step back, a silent plea for space and time to process the overwhelming emotions coursing through you. It felt as though your love, once so strong and vibrant, was now crumbling under the weight of your shattered trust.
Tears streamed down Billy's face, his chest heaving with sobs he couldn't control. The realization of his actions crashed upon him like a tidal wave, threatening to drown him in remorse. He had always struggled to express his emotions, to let others in, but with you, he had found solace—a love that made him vulnerable in ways he had never experienced before.
Now, as he witnessed the anguish etched on your face, he felt like he was losing everything he held dear. The depth of his love for you consumed him, suffocating him with the agony of his own mistakes. He knew he had to give you space, to give you time to heal, but the thought of living without you was unbearable.
"Babe, please," he whispered through choked sobs, his voice raw and broken. "I'll do anything, anything to make this right. I can't lose you. I can't."
But as you turned away, your steps filled with uncertainty, Billy knew that your love, once so vibrant, was now slipping through his fingers like sand. The anguished realization left him feeling utterly alone, drowning in a sea of regrets.
And as he stood there, watching you walk away, his heart shattered into a million more pieces, knowing that he had caused irreparable damage to the one person who meant everything to him. The tears fell freely, his anguished cries echoing in the empty space around him, as he grappled with the painful truth that he might have lost you forever.
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munsster · 7 months
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bedhead
A/N: I needed a sleepy boy on this sleepy day. and billy H needs a damn haircut >:) gif cred: @julie-thefatones
Pairings: Billy Hargrove x GN!Reader
Summary: Billy wakes with the desire to get rid of his hair eating away at him. 0.7k words
Warnings: fluff, minor angst, established relationship, implied night terrors, messy haircuts, anxiety/insomnia, scars, mentions of bullying
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Everything Billy can touch is cold and dark. The sheets, the hard wood floor, the bathroom light switch, the porcelain counter. The water that pours from the faucet and the silver rings of the trimming scissors you keep in a soft plastic case in the cabinet below the sink. The only noise he can reasonably detect is the whirring of the ceiling fan. And if he listened carefully enough, paused his thundering heart for just a moment, he could hear your breath as it fans across your pillow.
But he came in here for a reason. Wielding the cold metal shears like Goliath and his sword. Marching into battle at six foot something, only to find himself in the mirror, damp with sweat and pale with insomnia. Deep purple cresting his edges and the thin crescents of skin beneath his baby blue eyes. Though the bathroom gives him a sickly green tint.
The first chunk of hair hits the floor with the faintest thud. So faint, it shouldn't be classified as a thud. But it's more the weight of the change than the handful of dark gold curls itself.
He's lopsided now. Now there's no turning back. But he couldn't proceed forward with any strength and confidence looking how he's looked for years. How he looked beating up his friends and calling girls sluts. How he looked on the verge of death.
Billy used to wear his head of sun kissed, West Coast hair like a helmet. Now it feels like a burden. You'd still fawn over him if he buzzed it all off. You'd call him stupid, sure, but he'd still be yours. And right now, that's all he's concerned with being.
Because you peer into the bathroom and coo his name like you don't see the growing pile of hair writhing around on the floor.
"Hi, baby," you whisper, cradling the scissors when he drops them into your hands, "little early for a haircut, isn't it?"
He shrugs, but he doesn't look at you. Like a child guilty of putting a piece of gum in his sister's hair. Only he's the one with the choppy locks, uneven chunks missing by his ears and the back of his head.
"Want help?"
Oh, and there are those baby blues, surrounded by soft pink sclera and nearly drooping from their sweetened places above his flushed cheeks.
Billy straddles the toilet lid backwards, arms crossed and settled on the ledge. He lets you turn his head side to side, up and down, and the pattern becomes soothing. Especially as the extra weight accumulates below his socked feet and over his sloped shoulders.
He thinks he must’ve passed out to the sound of the clippers, because he wakes with a tap on his shoulder. Your manicured pointer on his warm midnight skin rousing him from a dreamless sleep.
“Hmm?”
“All done,” you whisper, kissing his temple when he turns his head, “come look.”
Billy’s fingers feel heavy as he drops them between yours. You can hear the exhaustion in how he slumps to a stop in front of the mirror. He takes his time, a few deep breaths, and a while to admire the cropped cut. The way he hasn’t looked in years. It’s refreshing.
“You look really handsome, Billy. Was about time for a trim.” There’s a lilt in your voice that’s hard to take. It lightens his chest, straightens his shoulders, widens his tired eyes. Because there’s this sort of mischief clear on your face from where you stand behind his shoulder. He can feel it through the mirror. Intoxicating and delicious. Makes him feel beautiful as if he ever has before.
Billy whips around and twists his arms tight around you, collapsing into your embrace like a lovely paper doll. The room is cool like a nice glass of water. Even with the sun hinting at the morning and cars whizzing by down below, the light blue of five AM settles over him like a blanket.
You run your fingers up the exposed back of his neck, and he groans. The hair is short there, his neck is hot, his teeth sink into your shoulder playfully.
“Back to bed.”
He nods and does not let go, just waddles you to the bed, tucking the both of you back under the duvet with a big sigh.
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billlydear · 1 year
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Touch starved Billy Hargrove ✨a concept✨
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HC - TOUCH STARVED BILLY HARGROVE
W.C 1680 - INBOX (please request !) - CREDIT TO GIF OWNER
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mmm not touch starved billy, love starved billy. he gets plenty of skin-on-skin. a backhand or a shove from his dad, a quick fuck in the backseat of his car, hell, why do you think he takes his shirt off to play basketball, a contact sport? he wants to feel touch, he's just never been given a kind one.
and that's where you come in :) from the very first date you're already shyly reaching for his hand, slipping your fingers between his over the vinyl table of the small diner you're eating at
you watch carefully for his reaction, and he's not really able to hide his shock, he kind of goes stiff. so you're worried you've overstepped, and you start to draw back with an awkward apology, but just before you can pull your hand away completely, he tightens his grip, and squeezes your hand, holding it in place.
“Don’t apologize.” Normally that would be said in a teasing, lighthearted tone. But instead his face is strangely intense, eyes shining under the low lights of the diner.
then it escalates from hand holding to a hug. He drops you off at your front step, and instead of just staying in the car, he walks you up. It’s a pretty cliched first kiss scene, you tell him you had a good time and he agrees with a dazzling smile. There’s a slow, heart-racing lean-in, hitched breath and an eager shine in your eyes, and then he kisses you so soft, you’re not even sure he’s there. He’s not really about special first kisses, preferring to tongue a girl behind the gym. But when your hand comes up to press gently, softly against his cheek, he knows he’s addicted to kindness, soaking it up like a sponge and letting the excess compel him to hold your waist.
he’s not handsy like he normally would be, he keeps his hands firmly planted there while you kiss. It’s soft, slow, sweet, and it feels like waking from a daydream as his pretty blue eyes flutter open to stare into yours.
“Goodnight, Billy.” You whisper, and he’s a goner.
there’s tenderness in your voice, your touch, your gaze, and he lays awake that night thinking about it. It warms him up, knowing that you’d treated him like you care. Maybe you do, maybe you dont, but the feeling is intoxicating, and he doesn’t feel as perpetually angry at the world that night
max notices a change after that. Neil shouts at him, tells him he’s good for nothing, weak, disappointing, and instead of slamming his door and blasting music, probably kicking the bed frame, he offers her a ride to the arcade.
"What?" / "A ride, dipshit, I'm going out and I'll drop you on the way."
and the most insane part, he doesn't even bitch at her in the car. she sits silently and so does he, and when she gets out, he says he'll get her at 8. no threats, no name-calling, just 'i'll pick you up at 8'.
when she gets in the car at 8:10, she's absolutely certain she'll be griped at for being late. but he backs out of the spot, and even asks her about the slap bracelet she'd won inside.
"You get that in there?'"/ "Yeah. I had enough tickets so..." / "What?"
She squints hard at his face while they're stopped at a light, and his own face scrunches in displeasure, "What is it?"
"Are you wearing chapstick?"
The light turns green, and he punches it hard, only remembering to slow down as he pulls his lips between his teeth to lick them. she doesn't ask again, but she spots a tube of it on the ground, strawberry flavored, and definitely not hers.
billy had taken you to the drive-in, and apparently it had fallen out of your pocket when you'd leaned over the center to kiss him. he brought it back to you the next day, knocking at your door and greeting your mother who surprisingly loved him. he wasn't really sure how to react to that, because no girl's mother has ever liked him before, but he's welcomed in and finds you in your room, folding laundry.
he spends the entire day with you, a saturday, just being with you. you teach him how to fold laundry your way, and he definitely teases you about the bras and underwear he finds. in retaliation you whack him with a pillow, and he pretends to be greatly injured after the attack, sprawled out over your bed with his tongue out in a cartoonish display of death
you straddle his waist, peering down at his minutely-fluttering eyelashes. you take his face in your hands, gently, sweetly, and turn it to face you, watching as his pretty blue eyes make a reappearance. he's staring at you, and he looks almost nervous, but he could easily push you off it he wanted to, and he doesn't, so you take that as a good sign.
you trace his features, fingers grazing over the tip of his nose and down through the crease of his chin, just below his lips. then beneath his eyes, along his cheekbones, and smoothing over his forehead. he watches you breathlessly the entire time, a thin layer of tears glossing over his eyes.
when you notice them you stop, nervous that you'd upset him. you ask him what's wrong, hovering over his face only inches away
"I love you." He murmurs, reaching up to cup your cheek.
it's breathless, it's passionate, and it's.. a little early. but that doesn't mean he doesn't feel it. he's just quicker to figure out when he loves someone 'cause he doesn't very often, so it's a new feeling that sticks out to him.
now that he's said it for the first time, watch out.
he's gonna say it 24/7, any opportunity. you hand him a chip? he leans over to bite it out of your hand and goes 'I love you'. he hands you a chip? when you reach for it he'll hold it out of your reach, wait 'till you look at him like wtf? and then say 'love you' with that shit-eating grin of his
he clings to you. his hand is always somewhere on your body, whether it be prying at your own and pulling it into his lap or laying around your shoulders, pressing your sides together
play. with. his. hair. seriously, scratch your nails through his hair, he'll purr like a kitten. brush it out right before his shower, give him a little head massage, that way you can mess up the curls and he'll just reform 'em. comb through it, braid it, put serums and products in it, anything as long as you're touching his scalp
i think he'd really appreciate forehead/cheek/nose kisses, of course he appreciates them on the lips too but it's different, casually intimate and sweet. he's addicted to kissing your cheek, he'll be walking beside you in the mall and yank you closer by where his arm is laid around your hip just to press his lips to your cheek
he kisses your forehead in bed, tugs you into his chest and leans down to press a kiss to your forehead. he might not even lean back up, he might just fall asleep with his face pressed to yours
he's.. obsessed with kissing. like, your lips are constantly swollen. of course he's game for a good steamy makeout session but mostly it's just lazy, slow, soft, sweet kisses, just laying together and swapping spit and touching each other, your leg thrown over his, your foreheads bumping together, his hand on your stomach
speaking of, he'll sleep with his hand under your shirt most nights, either flat and warm against your back or your stomach. and if you ever sneak your hand up his shirt to scratch up his back, he shivers. fully body shivers.
he loves loves loves it when you hold him in your sleep, sometimes he stays awake while you drift off just to watch you get comfy and unconsciously snuggle into his warmth. The first time you do it is while you’re watching a movie on your couch and he misses the last half of the film because he’s just watching you sleep peacefully all snuggled into him
he’s not only grateful that you’re his safe space, but he’s amazed that he seems to be your own. he’s never had a safe space before, even when his mama was around Neil was too. so being with someone he loves without any fear or anxiety is very meaningful to him. It means that when you pass out on his shoulder at the drive-in or let him cart you around to parties just as long as he keeps his arm around you the entire time, he recognizes that you feel safe with him, and that means more to him than he’ll ever be able to express
it’s why he takes such good care of you, he doesn’t ever want to let you down or be someone who fails you. the movie’s too loud and you’re starting to wake? he doesn’t need to see the end of it, the two mcs probably get together. he’ll just drive quietly and slowly back home and let you snooze in the parking lot. party getting too wild? he’ll take you out into the backyard and sit on the porch swing with you, smoke a cig and blow it away from you, let your head fall onto his shoulder with his arm around your waist.
your touch grounds him. he feels safe, secure, loved, supported, happy, and content all at once when he’s touching you, even if he’s just knocking his foot into yours from under the lunch table.
Billy may get touched a lot, but not loved, so when you come into his life, a beacon of all things sweet, he’s going to bask in it, soaking up your love like a big sappy sponge and letting it heal his wounds
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billysbabyy · 9 months
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Okay but imagine Billy meeting a girl who is even more insatiable than he is. He's used to being the more vivacious one in a relationship. But then you came along and you're fucking wild and Billy is a little shocked.
You getting a little frisky at the cinema, shoving Billy's hand eagerly up your skirt as you swallow your whimpers.
Dragging him to the backseat of the Camaro, your clothes being thrown haphazardly around the car as your lips trail down his neck.
You sneaking into his room, falling through the window as you straddle him and eagerly press your lips against his.
The way your eyes darkened with lust when he pulls off his sweaty shirt after working out. You happily skip after him to the showers.
How you seem to be wet whenever he gently moves his hand up his thigh.
It's the first time Billy has truly felt wanted, not just sexually. The way you like to hold his hand as you walk, the cute notes he finds around his room and hidden in his car.
The way you like to leave lipstick marks, especially the one on his denim jacket.
You're like him. You never say the words.
But he feels it every time you're near.
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supermarketbae · 7 months
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Hello!
Could you do a cute Billy Hargrove x fem reader were they are secretly dating and the party are slowly figuring it out. Like max is confused why Billy is being a lot nicer. Eddie, Steve, and robin wants to know who keeps calling reader when they hangout at her house.
You can write the end however you like! Love your writing! Have a great day!
OMGGGG THANK U SO MUCH LOVE!! (also i'm back taking class courses again so sorry if I've responded late. bAcK To SchOOl FolKs *nerdy goth noises* this can be read as a part three but its fine on its own.
Billy Hargrove x fem reader
What's Best?
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Naughty and not so nice the series
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The sun had just set, leafless trees casting long shadows around the warm room as their spindly woven branches wafted softly against the windows a sound accompanied by joking and stupid dares. Your friends were oblivious to the sun starting to sink below the horizon. Everyone was happy to finally find some time to hang out together. How late it was getting was a small, trivial matter that was forgotten in the spirit of laughter and much needed relaxation. Max was thoroughly appalled when Billy made no objection in bringing her along to your house, and you thought she had keeled over when, instead of leaving he walked right in with her.
Robin glanced at you questioningly through the night. But you paid it no mind. Billy was starting to be roped into your little group of misfits, and there was nothing you would rather have more. "Soooo what's this talk I hear of my little baby having a boyfriend?" Eddie drawls smacking your butt playfully as he grabs a coke from the counter "Never thought you'd have it in you doll." he continues smirking sarcastically. Your heart shudders for a beat as you subtlety make eye contact at Billy from across the room, you scowl gently as you see his shoulders shaking in silent laughter "Bitch." you say pointedly turning back to Eddie to slug him in the shoulder.
"Wonder who he is, since you practically skip when the phone rings." Eddie smiles grabbing at your hair musing it up. "I do not!" you say wide eyed a light blush settling on your cheeks. You don't dare to look at Billy again to see his reaction. But to your relief, your embarrassment falls on deaf ears as the others continue enjoying themselves. You lean back on the counter as you watch the sight before you; Nancy and Robin talking together on the couch, Robin blushing lightly as she talks animatedly, Nancy grabbing her arm. Dustin, Mike, El, Will, and Max geeking out about some intricate thing. You find yourself smiling softly, blissfully unaware of Billy's approach behind you, that is until strong arms wrapped discreetly around your waist.
"What's up doll." his gravelly mumble tore at your chest causing your heart to constrict. "Nothing much, handsome," you whisper back voiced honeyed but still drooping low. "hands to yourself while you're at it too." you chide teasingly, pinching lovingly at his forearm. Your giggle echoes louder when Billy nips at your shoulder. The sound traveled sharply, catching the attention of your observant friend, Max glances up briefly surprised at the sight of you. She cocked her head in elegant confusion noticing Billy's usually scowling face in a radiant grin. Even more so that he was that close to you.
You caught her eye. A silent promise lay in them.
A soft smile.
She wanted what was best for him too.
And as she watched his face crinkle in laughter as you kissed his cheek secretively, she knew that you were, inevitably, what was best.
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AHHHHHHH im sososososoossoso sorry i started up classes and OMLLLLL @unamused-boss thank you so much for requesting and I hope this brought your idea justice mllll thank you darlingggg
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buckysgrace · 2 months
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Hi, I love your writing so much! I have a request if that’s cool. I desperately need a blurb of Billy jerking off in his room to a picture of his on again off again girl. They broke up (again) and he’s too stubborn to say he’s lost without her and seeing her in her little skirt all day at school is too much for him so he goes home, closes his bedroom door, takes his shirt off and gets the Polaroid he took of her and jerks his thick cock. Thanks 😊
Hope you enjoy!! <3 Thank you for reading my stuff!!
Billy Hargrove and mentions of female reader!!
He was beyond frustrated.
He couldn't remember exactly why they had split up this time, only that it had been over something dumb. But their fights were always dumb, their reasons always dumb.
This time was different though, different than all of the other petty little fights and break ups. You were ignoring him, insistent on getting the last word and proving that he needed you just as badly as you needed him.
He hated the games, hated the way that you wanted him to admit defeat so he didn't. He ignored you in the same way. Well, he tried.
You were a menace. You purposely wore low cut shirts and tiny skirts just to make his eyes linger and his walls weaken day by day. You'd bend over in front of him, acting like you were grabbing something from the floor only to flash him the pair of panties that drove him wild.
Today had been a particularly hellish. You sat near him in all of his classes, purposely crossing your legs in the right manner that little to no imagination for what was hidden underneath. You would glance at him, sending him lustful eyes before you turned your attention to some other poor guy while he was left simmering in his seat.
It didn't matter how many cigarettes he smoked, his nerves were still frayed and left him jittery. He tried to avoid you, but his eyes just seemed to always fall to you somehow.
"I hope you have a good weekend, Hargrove," You whispered, gripping his bicep as you pressed yourself against him. You were close enough that he could smell your flowery perfume, could feel the swell of your boobs against his skin, "Two little words and this will all go away." You reminded him, not looking a least bit phased by the way he grumbled and slammed his locker in response.
"You're in my way," He reminded you, cocking an eyebrow as you gave a gleeful shrug and walked away. He stared after you, his stomach twisting and turning at the way you moved your hips. He watched in fascination at how the material of your skirt hugged your legs, making him feel even more insatiable, "Shit." He cursed, moving quick to get out of here before his walls completely broke.
He offered no explanation to Max as to why he was driving so fast or why he was so frantic to get home on his own. He locked his door and made sure that his music was up loud enough so that no one could hear him.
He stripped off his shirt, glancing in the mirror as he did so to confirm that the love bites that had once littered his chest had faded to a dull pink. He touched them for a moment, thinking of the way your mouth felt on his skin.
He inhaled deeply, his cock aching inside of his jeans as he stripped those off next. He quickly positioned himself on his bed, his thick length aching to be touched as he reached over on his side table to pull free a picture of you.
It wasn't sexy or scandalous, but it was you. You were still stunning as you smiled brightly, your eyes glinting as the rays from the sun bounced off of the side of your face. It had been hot that day and he could tell by the slight sheen on the top of your forehead.
He groaned as he wrapped his thick fingers across his fat girth, giving himself a little squeeze before he spread his precum down the length of his cock. He sighed, his lips parted as he imagined what he'd do if you were here now.
You were always good with your mouth, eager to please as you'd stare up at him the whole time. He liked the way you'd squeeze at his balls as you built a steady rhythm with your mouth.
Your name lingered on the tip of his tongue as he jerked his hips forward, squeezing his aching cock in his hand as he thought about the pretty sounds that would roll off of your tongue. He liked how loud you could get, how he'd often have to shove his fingers or your panties in your mouth to silence you.
He thought of the way your eyebrows would furrow together, the way your lips parted as your features contorted into pleasure. He could feel his own spreading through his stomach, warming his body as he rolled his hand up and down the length of his cock a little faster.
He exhaled roughly, a soft groan pouring out of his mouth as he thought about the last time he'd had you. You had snuck in that night, the both of you sharing a blunt before he'd hidden himself away between your thighs. He loved the taste of your cunt, loved the way your legs would spasm and how you'd tug on his hair when your high approached.
A grunt left his mouth as he stared at the photo of you, his hips jolting forward in his hand as he came suddenly. He kept his eyes open, staring at your features as he fucked his hand until he was too sensitive to touch himself again.
He sighed as he dropped the photo, cursing to himself as he grabbed his shirt and roughly cleaned the mess from his hand. He stared at it for a moment, thinking that it shouldn't be wasted on his shirt.
He stood, sliding his jeans back on quickly before he opened his door and strutted out the hallway. He had a phone call to make.
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once-upon-an-imagine · 6 months
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billy hargrove x confident-but-short!reader ?
like after st3 and he lives. and they meet up on accident or something maybe harrington reader?
"You need a stepstool or are you too proud to ask for my help?"
"shut up and hold me up,"
''this peanut butter better be worth it-''
I love this! I love short!reader 😊😊 this is so cute! I hope you like it, is my first time writing for Billy! Warnings: none Disclaimer: I don’t own Stranger Things 😊 gif isn’t mine 😁
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Peanut Butter Aisle
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You didn't understand the big thing about birthdays. You and Steve would usually just watch movies, and eat as much junk food as you could for either one of your birthdays. So you didn't get why he was now making a big deal out of Eddie Munson's birthday.
Well, you kinda did. It was because he was so in love with Eddie and he never wanted him to feel the way the two of you did. You thought it was sweet of your brother. You had never seen Steve so happy. But that didn't mean he could send you to the grocery store, with Billy Hargrove of all people, to get all the food for the party he was throwing for his boyfriend.
Out of all the weird things that happened at Hawkins your brother becoming friends with Billy Hargrove and Eddie Munson was by far the strangest you had ever seen.
"Do you have the list?" Billy asked you as you entered the grocery store. You grabbed the piece of paper from your pocket and showed it to him. "Shit, that's a lot of food" he chuckled.
"Yeah, let's just get this over with" you barely smiled as he grabbed a cart.
Since he became friends with your brother, he's tried everything with you. But you were a tougher person to crack. After almost dying, Billy apologized to everyone in the group and he slowly gained everyone's trust. Except for yours for some reason. You knew the reason, and so did Steve. He was the only one who knew that you had developed a small crush on Billy in the past few months. You enjoyed the occasional flirting back and forth, but to actually develop feelings for him was a completely different level. A small part inside kept telling you that there was no way he changed that much. That he still hated you just as much as he used to hate Steve. So you couldn't bring yourself to admit it.
"What's first on the list?" he asked as he grabbed a cart.
You didn't know what it was. He was looking particularly handsome today. You knew you wouldn't last this grocery shopping trip. You carefully ripped the piece of paper in half.
"You take this side, I take this?" you suggested.
"Are you... sure?" he asked, confused. "We've got time-"
"Yes! Meet you in the peanut butter aisle" you insisted, going one way with a small basket.
You tried to calm yourself down a little. But you knew Billy was noticing that you tried to avoid him whenever you could. But you shrugged it off and got the items in your half of the list until you reached the peanut butter aisle. And, of course, the specific peanut butter that Steve asked for because it was Eddie's favorite was on the top shelf.
"Ugh, why does it have to be all the way up there?" you muttered to yourself. You looked around but the aisle was empty.
When Billy came back to look for you, he silently laughed at the sight of you trying your hardest to reach for the peanut butter on the top shelf.
"You need a stepstool, sweetheart, or are you too proud to ask for my help?"
"Ugh, shut up, Hargrove!"
"I'm not gonna lie, you look cute trying to reach for it-"
"Just get it!"
"That's too tall" he said. "I can hold you up, though" he offered.
"What? No! Why don't I hold you up?" you asked, crossing your arms in front of your chest.
"Seriously? You're gonna hold me up?" he chuckled.
"I could!" you argued and he simply smiled at you. With his stupid charming smile. "Shut up and hold me up" you glared at him.
"You know, a please wouldn't kill you" he smirked.
"Seriously?" you rolled your eyes.
"I mean, it just doesn't sound like you to not be polite-"
"Ugh!" you sighed. "Could you please hold me up, Hargrove?"
"Was that so hard, princess?" he smirked before walking closer to you so he could help you.
"This peanut butter better be worth it-'' he heard you mutter under your breath until you finally reached the jar. "I've got it!" you smiled just as Billy slipped, almost making you fall but his hands quickly wrapped around your waist and your face was really close to his.
"You know, you look really cute when you smile and you're not yelling at me" he smiled. Your heart was beating incredibly fast. You just hoped he couldn't feel it.
"Shut up and put me down, Hargrove!" you complained as he put you back down and you placed the peanut butter on the cart with the rest of the things. "We should go" you quickly said, starting to push the cart.
"Why do you still hate me?" you heard asking you all of a sudden, making you stop and turn around to face him.
"Excuse me?"
"You heard me" he said, walking closer to you. "I get that you used to hate me. Your brother, Max, and her friends. Everyone" he kept going. "But I have apologized for everything that happened and I have been trying to prove myself for several months now, so why do you still hate me, Harrington?"
It was rare to see Billy this way. And you couldn't deny that you found it kind of sweet. Because he was right. He did apologize to everyone, including yourself, and he was a completely different person than he was a year ago. But you still couldn't bring yourself to admit that you actually liked him. Because a small part inside of you still thought he would make fun of you and just go back to toying with you like he had since he came to Hawkins. So, you didn't.
"Does that bother you, Hargrove?" you smirked. "Does it keep you up at night to know that someone doesn't like you?"
"Not someone" he said, mocking your tone a little bit. "You."
"W-what?" you asked a little taken aback by his bluntness.
"It bothers me that you still hate me, okay? Did I do something to you? I have apologized for my behavior in the past but if I did something else-"
"What difference does it make? "Why does it matter to you so much?"
"Because I like you!" he blurted out.
"Y-you what?" you chuckled, nervously.
"I like you" Billy said, walking closer to you.
"No, you don't. You hate me" you insisted.
"No, I don't! I've never hated you" he argued.
"Okay, now you're just lying, Hargrove-" you chuckled, trying to turn around but he gently grabbed your hand and stopped you.
"No, I'm not! I hated your brother. But I never hated you" he said.
"R-really?"
"Are you joking? The first time you spoke to me, you kicked my car and called me an asshole" he smiled.
"Yeah, because you almost ran me over" you reminded him. "And you called me Strawberry Shortcake" you said, making him laugh a little.
"I thought you were cute" he insisted.
"And I thought you were an asshole" you smirked.
"Do you still think I'm an asshole?"
You couldn't really lie to him anymore. Not when he was looking at you like that with his beautiful blue eyes and his sweet smile.
"No" you finally said. "I don't still think you're an asshole, Billy" you said.
"I think that's the first time you've called me by my name" he chuckled.
"Do you still think I'm cute?" you smirked.
"Yeah" he said, smiling at you.
"Well, for what is worth, I don't hate you" you admitted, looking away, but Billy softly cupped your cheek with his hand, making you look up at him. "I... I like you too" you admitted.
"Really?" he smirked. "Enough to go out on a date with me?"
"Maybe" you shrugged. "If you asked" you said.
"You're impossible, Harrington" he chuckled.
"Shut up and kiss me already, Hargrove" you smiled before he brought you closer and pulled you to him, finally kissing you.
The End
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A/N: I hope you liked it! and I hope to have more stories up soon!
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thewritersaddictions · 6 months
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Day Two: Billy Hargrove + Titfucking
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Billy had a rough day. Working was a bitch sometimes, and with that would come the frustration of having to drive home just to deal with his dick of a father.
The thought of you being there was always a soothing thought in the back of his head. He breathed deeply for starting up the engine and starting his short drive back home. When he parked he could barely see his light on in his bedroom. Regardless of that his thoughts were taken from his by his father.
"Would you turn that damn thing off, and get inside this house." Billy did what he was told, not in the mood to fight with his father. Or truly in the mood to do anything. Billy locked his Camaro, and walked inside with ease. Y/n was sitting at the dinner table, and that's when Billy started to grow confused. Sure Y/n was staying over, but Billy father never knew about it. Fuck he never asked Billy anything about his life.
"I found this lovely lady waiting for you on the porch." Max's mother hollered from the other room. "I invited her in for dinner, hope that's okay." She added as she came into view. Her face was a little bruised, and I wonder for a moment before I look over at Y/n, she's smiling the best she can and looking at for comfort.
"Yeah that's cool." I said moving to sit down next to her. Dinner was fast, and since Max was off galavanting with her friends it was just the four us. Once dinner was over we were off the hook and racing back to my room for clarity and safety.
I sat on the edge of my bed, and ran my hands through my hair a couple of times. I heard the door lock, and when I looked up Y/n was between my legs. Her knees pressed into the hardwood floor. Her elbows resting on my knees. I ran my fingers through her hair and down to her cheeks. "What are you doing darlin'?" I asked, "You looked so tired when you first walked in and well… it only got worse from there honey." Y/n told me, "I have an idea, to relax you just a little bit."
Before i could answer i felt her hands throw down my zipper on my jeans and pull them down my thighs. I was all hers, and this moment that's all I wanted. The tips of her long nails grazed softly over the tip of my cock in my boxers, if I was wasn't hard from that I was most definteyl hard when she throw off her shirt, and bra reavealing her most perfect tits to me. "Are you gonna?" I tried to ask, she shushed, and nodded.
Only this girl could make my heart swoon the way it does sometimes. She's hard to read and because of that it only makes my cock that harder. I felt my cock leave that restrains of the boxers, and into her soft hand. She stroked me a few times, and then her plush tits swallowed my cock. I watched from above her. "Fuck… Y/n." Her tits doing most of the work until her tongue started to tease the tip of my cock. Kitten licks everytime her tits would come down my shaft.
One of my hands landed in her hair as the other landed behind to support my weight. "You're so pretty like this, just taken me so good. Anythign for me right?" She moaned around the tip of my cock at one point that sucked lightly, my eyes went white. Busting all over her tits and face, the tension that had been in my shoulder was gone now. She winked up at me, swiping a finger across her chest and scooping it into her mouth.
"Fucking get up here, naughty fuckin' girl."
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Completed on: 06/02/23
Posted on: 10/02/23
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bi-disaster-yn · 2 years
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No but like… Billy taking care of you when you’re sick
Pairing: Billy Hargrove x Reader
Summary: Billy shows you a sensitive side you’ve never seen before.
Format: Drabble
A/N: I have Covid rn and this is all I want so here’s a drabble about it. Reader has no specifications so can be read as any gender.
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The empty glass of water on your nightstand stared back at you mockingly. You had no energy to get up and fetch some more. Your muscles ached lying on your side in the foetal position but still, you were too groggy to move. Everyone in your house was either at school or at work so they couldn’t attend to you in your time of need.
A sudden rustling and banging sound came from outside your window, dragging you from the depths of self-pity. Immediately you sat up with a pounding in your chest, terrified about what dangers lurked outside your window that you were inevitably too weak to fight. You squeezed your eyes shut in anticipation of certain doom.
“Ah! Fuck!” The intruder shouted as they bundled in the window. Your eyes flew open at the familiar voice and your hand clasped to your mouth to stifle a giggle.
Sprawled across your bedroom floor, was one Billy Hargrove.
“Billy, what the fuck are you doing?” You asked with an eyebrow raised as he scrambled to his feet and flashed you his signature cheeky grin.
“Saw you were cutting but your friends were at school, figured it was an invitation.” He smirked, chewing some gum cheekily and swaggering over to your bed.
Your heart sank that this was the first place his mind went to. Whilst you had only been dating for a couple of months, you were starting to think that Billy was only in this for one thing. He was going to be sorely disappointed today.
“I’m not cutting, Billy. I’m sick.” You sighed and slumped back into your foetal position, pulling the covers up to your chin.
Billy frowned and for the first time since he’d gotten there, he took in your frail form. Your eyes had sunken in and your skin appeared waxy. You let out a couple of painful sounding coughs which took him aback.
“Shit, I’m sorry, Angel.” He said, pressing the back of his hand to your forehead. “You’re really warm”
“Yeah, I think I’ve got a fever. So, if you want to have sex then not today, Sunshine.” You groaned, rolling over to face the wall.
Billy shook his head and sat down properly on your bed next to you. “What do you need?”
The question made you blink a couple of times in disbelief. A part of you thought it was some sort of silly joke and that you’d turn round to him already crawling out of the window.
Instead, when you turned round, he was pulling his leather jacket off and folding it over the chair that sat at your desk. His usual cheeky smile had softened into a genuine and inviting one as he stood reporting for duty. Your state of neglect had put you in no position to dismiss him.
“Um… more water?” You croaked with uncertainty. Billy nodded and walked round to your nightstand, picking up the empty glass that had been torturing you for the best part of an hour.
“Anything else?” He asked, giving you a sympathetic look.
“Some food. I’ve not eaten today.” You admitted, clutching on to your sheets feeling vulnerable around Billy’s uncharacteristic tenderness.
“Got it.” He replied shortly and left your room.
At this point you were certain that you were having a fever dream and soon you’d wake up to the empty glass of water taunting you again. Billy was a complete charmer and flirt. He had the ability to make you feel like you were the only person in the world without actually putting too much effort in. His strong points were the smoothing talking and flashy  dates before taking you to an abandoned parking lot and having sex in the back of the car.
Opening up about feelings, spending time with your family, taking care of you when you were sick were all things you hadn’t considered him capable of, up until now.
He returned to your room and presented you with a full glass of water and a haphazardly cut sandwich. You carefully sat up and took the plate from him, giving him a light smile as you nibbled at your food.
“It’s the only thing I really know how to make.” He explained nervously. “Usually while my dad and Susan are out, I order a pizza or Max makes something for herself.”
“It’s nice, Billy, thanks.” You replied and he couldn’t help but feel proud of himself.
He sat down on the bed next to you, kicking his shoes off with a clear intention of staying. You paused your eating and looked at him inquisitively: “you don’t have to sit with me, you know.”
“Well, I want to.” He grinned and planted his palms on your mattress, pushing himself back to sit against the headboard next to you.
“You gonna be my nurse or something?” You laughed, resting your head on his shoulder and wrapping your arm round his.
“Hey, get the idea of me in a little nurse’s outfit out of your filthy little head.” He chuckled. “I think I’d look good in the stockings though.”
“You’d look very hot, babe.” You smirked and snuggled into him more.
“Do you need anything else?” Billy offered, tracing his fingertips along your arm soothingly. “I can run you a bath?”
“Sure.” You agreed, looking up at him with a grateful expression. “Thanks for taking care of me today.”
“No problem, Angel.” He kissed your temple. “But I wouldn’t do this for just anyone, you know?”
Again, with his incredible ability to make you feel like the only person in the world. You attempted to hide the smug smile on your face as you kissed his cheek. “I know, sweetheart. Don't worry, you're still Hawkins' resident bad boy.”
"Damn straight."
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stranger-nightmare · 2 years
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Hi I sent in a request for number 50 from the fluff list and numbers 5 and 20 from smut I forgot t clarify I would like it to be with Billy hargrove! I love your writing and happy birthday!
𝐓𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐌𝐞 𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐋𝐢𝐞𝐬
fluff prompt 50 “this isn’t adrenaline, I want to spend my life with you” & smut prompt 5 “on your knees” & smut prompt 20 “after that little stunt? you’re not getting off that easy”
pairing: Billy Hargrove x (female) Reader
summary: you make Billy jealous by flirting with Steve, so Billy of course decides to remind you who you belong to
warnings: smut with a fluffy ending, penetrative sex (m+f), orgasm denial, oral (m receiving), minors DNI
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You squeak out a moan as your face is pressed even further into the mattress. Billy pushes into you harder. Deeper. Fucking you so roughly you thought you were literally gonna break apart. You can hear him grunting loudly, his breathing heavy with the effort of pounding you into oblivion. His hands hold onto your hips so tight it hurts, pain flaring through your midsection, mixing with the pleasure he was fucking into you.
“Oh shit” your cry is muffled as you feel your orgasm rising to the surface, getting ready to break over you.
But Billy then abruptly pulls out of you, letting you fall forwards onto the mattress, your ruined pussy clenching over nothing, your orgasm fading into nothing. You mewl and whine into the sheets beneath you, burying your head as you try to hide the pathetic look on your face.
The next thing you know Billy has his hand wrapped around your jaw, pulling you up to look up at him.
“Come now sweetheart” he seethes darkly. “After that little stunt? You’re not getting off that easy” he laughs wickedly.
You should’ve known that flirting with Steve would’ve resulted in this. Billy leans in dangerously close to you, his eyes narrowed.
“On your knees” he commands, the sinister calm in his voice sending shivers through your body. “Now” he leaves no room for arguing.
You take your sore and spent body and swiftly move to kneel in front of him. His cock is hard and shining in front of your face, wet with your own slick. Billy grabs the back of your head and tilts your head up to look at him.
“I think you’re still in need of reminding who you belong to” he says darkly before pushing your head down and forwards, forcing your mouth onto his waiting cock.
You take him deeply into your mouth, gagging lightly as he pushes right to the back of your mouth. You can’t help the moan that escapes you as you taste yourself on him, a mix of your slick and his salty precum.
Billy grunts loudly and holds your head tightly the entire time, essentially using your mouth as his own personal fuck toy, bucking his hips roughly against you.
“That’s it” he encourages. “You’re mine. You’re mine” he grinds through gritted teeth.
His hips move faster and his grunts get louder.
“Fuck, you’re mine” he growls loudly as his hips finally stutter.
His dick twitches in your mouth as you feel his hot load hit the back of your throat, causing you to almost gag again.
Billy’s hand comes to cup your cheek again, his other hand remaining firmly behind your head, keeping you on his cock.
“Swallow it” he hisses the command, his thumb pushing against your lips.
You look up at him bashfully and obey his instruction. You keep sucking and swallowing until Billy ends up shivering, getting sensitive.
He drags you up by your jaw until you're stood in front of him. He kisses you roughly and deeply, his tongue dominating yours, tasting himself all over your mouth.
“I love you” he says suddenly, whispering against your lips.
You nearly stagger back from the surprise. He’d never said that before, and so you’re not sure you believe him. It was too sudden. Too abrupt. You figured you were just a fuck to him, nothing more. You roll your eyes sadly, your face turning downwards meekly.
“Billy, you don’t mean that” you sigh.
He lifts your face with a finger under your jaw.
“Yes I do” he stammers, all signs of the brutal man who had just face-fucked you were gone.
You look at him, a sad smile playing on your lips.
“You’re just saying that because I blew you, it’s just adrenaline talking” you shrug, feeling a tear sting your eye.
He shakes his head fervently and takes his hands to cup your face.
“This isn’t adrenaline, I want to spend my life with you” he looks at you earnestly, his eyes holding yours steadily, unwavering in their intensity.
Maybe, just maybe, he did mean it…
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A/N: title from Little Lies by Fleetwood Mac, I seem to have a thing for naming my Stranger Things fics after 80s songs haha!! anyways I really hope you liked this <3
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sadhours · 1 year
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Bully - Part 1 of 3
anonymous said: I'm imagining bully!billy who secretly has a crush on fem!reader but doesn't want it to be known cause she's a "nerd" and not very social.
I took this idea and ran with it. Loved this request so much I decided to turn it into a short series. hope you like it!!
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tag list; @bbyhargrove
warnings: 18+ minors dni, bully!billy, innocent nerdy!reader, bullying, name calling, blood, virginity mentioned, also perv!billy I couldn’t help myself
Icy blue eyes watch your Ked’s kicking gravel, traveling up your leg warmers and stop at your thighs. He’s watching as your skirt lifts with your steps, hypnotized by the sight and how it’s making his chest and stomach tighten.
“You got the hots for that geek?” Tommy teases, nudging his shoulder.
Billy averts his eyes and flicks his lit cigarette at Tommy, who quickly inspects where the cherry made contact with his sweatshirt, brushing off the ash and glaring up at his friend.
“Think you’re projecting,” Billy chides, but it’s all a facade. He does have the hots for you, thinks about your legs when he can’t sleep at night.
Tommy snorts, “Yeah, totally. I wouldn’t be caught dead with a nerd like that.”
Billy likes the idea of corrupting an innocent, dorky girl like yourself but he won’t admit as much. His ‘friends’ wouldn’t let him hear the end of it. So when it seems like they’re catching on to his lingering eyes, he panics and starts overtly messing with you. It’s grade school bully stuff too.
His group follows his footsteps in the hall and when he sees you closing your locker with a mountain of textbooks and binders in your hands, he curves his path and knocks them out of your hand and to the floor. An all too easy, malicious smile curling his lips up as you make a small, offended noise. The gaggle of teens surrounding him erupt in vicious laughter. He’s not sure why but the way you look at him floors his attraction to you and Billy finds himself looking forward to any time he can terrorize you.
In class, he chews on his gum while he stares at the back of your head. He considers for a moment smooshing his gum between the wavy strands but then you might have to cut it and he doesn’t want that. He settles for pinching a pencil thin chunk of your hair and pulling. You head pulls back abruptly and you cry out in pain. All the heads in the class turn to the two of you, Billy looking pleased with himself and a scowl painted on your face as you also turn to look at him.
The teacher sighs, setting the text book down and tilting her head at you and Billy, “Why are you disrupting my class, y/n?”
“Billy pulled my hair!” you tattle, rubbing your fingers over the sore spot at your roots.
“No, I didn’t,” he replies with a roll of his eyes.
“Yes, you did!” your voice is shaky as you raise it, afraid of getting in trouble but so sick and tired of his constant harassment.
“Did not,” he bites back like a child.
The teacher rubs her eyebrows with her hand, “I don’t have time for this. Both of you, principals office. He’ll deal with you.”
“But—“ you start to protest.
“Now,” she seethes, scribbling on two passes and extending them out with her hands.
Heaving a sigh, you stand from your desk and start gathering your things. Billy purposefully bumps into you as he walks up to the front, knocking everything from your hands.
When you exit the classroom, you expect him to already be down the hall but your luck would have him waiting against the hallway wall, grinning mischievously at you. Billy takes this moment to scan his eyes up and down your body, which unfortunately for him, goes unnoticed by you. You just think he’s an asshole, bullying you because he bullies all the nerds.
You say nothing, tightening your grip on your backpack straps as you hurry down the hall. Billy’s behind you, watching you way your skirt flutters against your thighs with every step you take. He decides he’s not done having fun, walking very closely behind you so he can step on the back of your shoe and declare, “Flat tire.”
Before you can comprehend his annoying joke, you’re stumbling forward and landing on your hands and knees.
“Ow,” you curse, thanking silently that you were able to catch yourself. You glare up at him, “What is your problem?!”
His smile doesn’t falter but he shrugs, “Oops.”
You stand up, no help from the blonde prick who’d caused the tumble in the first place, and dust yourself off.
“Why do you have to harass me so much?” you demand, tears welling up in your eyes. “You’re so mean to me and I’ve never even talked to you!”
Billy frowns, amused by your reaction and shamefully, a little turned on by the tears glistening in your eyes. Billy did get off on some light sadism during sex but this was something entirely new and something he wanted to keep provoking.
“It’s fun,” he says, unable to hide the excitement in his voice. He chews on his bottom lip, watching how his answer clears nothing up and you look at him with hurt painting every detail of your face. He imagines looking down at it in his bed, imagines what kind of noises you’d make and if he could get you to beg for him.
You wipe the tear that breaks free and turn back around, not wanting give Billy the satisfaction of seeing you cry.
In the principals office, he pleads innocence and even suggests your hair had gotten pinned against your back and the seat.
“I think she’s got a crush on me or something,” he invents, “She’s always making stuff up, saying I’m doing things when I’m not.”
Your jaw drops. You do not have a crush on Billy Hargrove. In fact, you hate him. He’s been making your life a living hell since he showed up.
“Mr. Anderson,” you plead, “I am not making this up.”
The principal is conflicted. You have a good reputation, you’re never in trouble and you make great marks. However, he’s seen how gaga all these teenage girls have gotten over the new guy from California and he seems to think you’re probably no different. He doesn’t know who to believe so he gives you both lunch detention for a week.
“That is so not fair,” you complain when he sends you on your way.
Billy looks at his watch, he’s got another few minutes alone with you until the bell rings. He decides to spend that time following you to your locker, leaning against it before you can get to it.
“Can you just leave me alone?!” you exhale, frustration bubbling through your body.
Billy loves seeing you so bothered, he wants to follow you all day and provoke it out of you.
“Looks like we’ll be seeing a lot more of each other. See you around, geek,” he pushes passed you, nudging your shoulder hard when he does.
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The classroom is buzzing when you walk in, kids are bouncing off the wall and you scan around to find an unbothered desk, tucked away in the corner away from everyone. You take solace in it, sinking into the seat and pulling out your homework folder before placing the paper sack containing your lunch at the corner of the desk.
Lo and behold, Billy decides to sit at the desk in front of you and for the life of you, you can’t figure him out. You see he has a couple friends suffering the same fate of detention but yet, he chooses to spend this hour harassing you. He swipes the paper bag and opens it up, peeking in to see it’s contents.
“What am I having today?” he wonders aloud, dodging your hand as you attempt to grab for your lunch. He pulls out the sandwich and opens the baggie, bringing it to his nose to get a sniff. He winces, exaggerating his disgust as he quickly pulls his head back, “Ew! Tuna?”
You’re able to grab the sandwich from him, meekly replying, “I like tuna.”
“Disgusting. You can keep it,” he mumbles, his eyes back in the bag.
“Hmm, let’s see,” he pulls out the bag of celery and carrots and tosses it onto your desk.
“There’s nothing good in here,” he announces, tone dripping in disappointment.
With a sigh, you reach into your backpack and offer him the pack of Snoballs you’d bought on your walk to school. He snatches them greedily, smiling wide and you don’t know why you even gave them to him.
“Why were you hiding these?” he asks around a mouthful of the pink pastry.
You shrug, “My moms kind of a health nut.”
That was an understatement. She would freak if she knew you were sneaking sweets whenever you could.
“Poor thing,” Billy pouts sarcastically and turns his attention back to the front as the principal walks in and rattles off an excuse why he won’t be in the room but says he’ll be checking in every ten minutes.
Great. With Billy being here you won’t be able to at least make this time productive and do a bit of your homework. You attempt anyway, shoving your lunch in your backpack because you’re suddenly embarrassed to eat it around Billy. You pull out your math worksheet and start at the first problem. Then there’s a mess of blonde curls on the paper and soon after, Billy’s entire head. He’s kicked his legs up over his desk and leaned completely back, looking up at you curiously.
For a brief moment, you admire his chiseled features. His thick eyelashes, bright blue eyes, adorable button nose, pink lips, and his sharp, strong jawline. You feel a slight twinge in your nether regions, something you’d only felt once before when flipping through a copy of Teen Beat at a sleepover. You know you’re blushing because Billy laughs, his adams apple bobbing up and down with the sound.
“Can you move your head? I’m trying to do my homework,” you choke out, trying to ignore how attractive he is.
“No,” he says it so casually, because he doesn’t want to move his head. He likes looking up at you like this, how flustered it’s making you.
However, his neck is starting to hurt and he fears this might look like flirting to someone else. But he’s kind of frozen there, smirking up at you.
“Please,” you whisper, hating the way your voice sounds on your ears.
Billy loves it, smirk turning into a pleased grin and he’s sure you’re soaking in your panties just from looking at his face. Not the safest thought at school, he thinks as he feels his dick twitch in his jeans and sits up, tucking his legs back under the desk and ignores you for the rest of the hour.
You’re relieved but shocked, catching yourself glancing up at the back of his head repeatedly. You’re sure he’s planning something sinister. The warning bell rings and you start to pack up all your things, pulling your lunch out so you can toss it in the trash on your way out. As it turns out, Billy was planning something but it wasn’t as thought out as you’d expected. He waits against the doorframe and as you’re walking past him and Tina, he sticks his foot out. Yours gets caught on it and you fall forward, unable to catch yourself this time as you face plant out into the hallway. Your nose stings, and it’s wet.
“Walk much?” Tina sings and you’re not sure which stings more, your chest or your nose.
You lift yourself up and look down to see blood on the floor, bringing your hand up to your nose and feeling thick fluid pouring out. Then you taste the blood, metallic on your tongue as it seeps down to your mouth.
You expect more laughter, and there is laughter but not the hyena-like laugh you anticipated.
“Oh, shit,” you hear Billy’s voice and feel his hand on your back.
You brace yourself for a shove to the ground but his other hand wraps around your bicep as he helps you to your feet.
“I’ll catch up with you guys,” he says to his buddies, ushering you down the hall and when they give him a confused look, he offers, “Not trying to get more detention.”
That makes sense. Why the hell would he be nice now?
“I figured you would’ve caught yourself,” he mumbles as you head toward the nurses office.
Even if you wanted to, you can’t speak. There’s too much blood and you really don’t like the taste of it. You were naturally clumsy, tripping over air most of the time but Billy doesn’t know that. Doesn’t know you.
As soon as he opens the door, he’s reaching for paper towels and holding them to your nose for you.
“Oh, no!” the nurse exclaims, standing from her desk and rushing over, “What happened?”
“She tripped,” Billy says, “Landed right on her face.”
The nurse nods to Billy, “Thanks for helping her down here. I’ll get her cleaned up. You can go to class.”
He shifts on his feet, “I’d actually like to stay. Make sure she’s okay and all.”
The nurse looks over at you and you nod slowly. You figure he’s making sure you don’t tattle on him again. Billy’s genuinely concerned though, he feels like his father and it makes his skin crawl. He didn’t intend to actually hurt you. Plopping on the cot beside you, he sits so close your arms are touching. His skin is warm, you notice, and it’s weirdly comforting. You think you actually want a hug from him even though he’s the reason your nose hurts so bad.
“Is it gonna bruise?” Billy inquires. He couldn’t forgive himself if it did.
“Too early to tell,” the nurse mumbles, tilting your head back to speed up the process.
The metallic taste drips down your throat and you squeeze your eyes shut, trying not to get sick from it. You feel Billy’s fingers brush against yours for a brief second and he pulls away quickly. He eyes your face, his brows furrowed. God, he feels like an asshole and you totally think he’s one. A cute one but still an asshole.
“Does it hurt?” he asks when you’re walking to your respective classes, hall passes in hand.
“Yes,” you mutter.
The bridge of your nose aches dully. You also pray it doesn’t bruise, not sure of how to explain it to your mother. If she knew you were being bullied, she would march right up to the school and raise hell. Especially if she found out a boy was the one bullying you.
“I’m sorry,” Billy says, rushed before he walks into his class.
You can’t tell him it’s okay and maybe that’s for the best. It should be okay but you’re honestly not that mad at him.
-
After the awkward apology, you expect the torment to end. Wishful thinking. Billy’s at your locker when you get to it and he extends his hand. You look down at it confused and then back up to his eyes.
“Snoball,” he grunts like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.
He’s just as bad as your mother. You heave a sigh and reach into your backpack, pulling out the packet of Ding-Dongs you’d excitedly purchased at the corner-store.
He laughs childishly as he snatches them from you, “You like Ding-Dongs, eh?”
“Stop,” you can’t handle the innuendo, cheeks on fire.
“I assumed you’d never had one before,” he looks at you with raised brows.
You falter, eyes widening as you push hm away from your locker and begin to enter the code. You haven’t. Ever. You’ve never even kissed a boy.
“And I was right,” Billy muses with another cackle, “You’re a fucking virgin.”
“Leave me alone,” you plead with a mumble, grabbing your textbooks and binders for the first four classes.
“As if that’s news to anyone,” Carol snorts as her and Tommy walk up.
Billy laughs harder, seemingly fueled by his friends joining in on the fun. Your stomach churns. All you want is for them to leave you alone. Sure, you’d dealt with teasing here and there since grade school but this was excessive. You didn’t even understand why they were doing it. Yeah, you were categorized as a nerd and a loner but there had to be another reason why Billy was picking on you so hard. You’d seen him get in fights with guys but you hadn’t seen him be so cruel so anyone else. Or obsessive.
“See ya around, geek,” he shuts your locker before you’re finished getting your things, strutting off down the hall with his friends. Magnetically, your eyes follow his ass in his extremely tight jeans. You catch yourself and press your forehead to your locker, groaning out loud.
-
He had been sure you were a virgin, but now that you’ve confirmed it, his mind is racing. He sits back in his chair, the teachers lecture going in one ear and out the other as he ponders if you’ve even kissed someone before or if he’s the first man to give you any kind of attention.
The thought is odd though. You’re definitely not unattractive. Yeah, you focused on school and when you dressed provocative, he could tell it wasn’t your intention to have eyes on you. God, he loved when you wore skirts. Which, with the season changing and the temperature rising, you did most days.
The bookworm thing kind of turns him on which was new. He’d never been into it before he saw you. All the girls he’d hooked up with in the past ran in the same social circles with him. You were quite the change of pace, maybe that what his fascination with you was about. Who was he kidding? It was your thighs.
He’s pulled from his thoughts as the bell rings, indicating it’s lunch time. Another hour with you. He’s pleased to see you in the same seat as before. He takes the desk in front of you, snaking his leg around the seat so he sits facing you. He picks up the lunch sack placed at the corner and dumps the contents out onto the desk, pursing his lips as he pokes around at what your moms packed today. Not much of it looks good enough to eat. He sees your cleavage peaking up from your shirt and grins, now that’s appetizing.
“That’s a low cut shirt,” he points out, hooking his finger in the collar and pulls the material down.
Your eyes widen as you pull back and slap his hand away. He smirks, watching as your cheeks redden. You pull your shirt back up, willing the warmth spreading up your thighs to subside as you squeeze them together. You liked this kind of teasing much more and wished he’d just stick to that stuff.
“Can I put my lunch away now or are you not done picking through it?” you ask, narrowing your eyes at him.
His mouth scrunches up to the side, like he’s thinking it over before he delicately picks up the baggie filled with apple slices. He opens it and pulls one out, inspecting it carefully before taking a bite of it. He keeps his eyes on yours while he eats it and his gaze gets too intense for you to hold. Shoving the various baggies of food back the paper sack, you keep your eyes focused on your hands. In your peripheral, you notice Billy holding out an apple slice to you. As you peer up, fingers extending to accept the offer, he pulls his hand back and laughs. You give him a defeated look.
“Get it with your teeth, not your fingers,” he instructs, his tone condescending as he offers it again.
You don’t know why, but you listen, taking the apple slice with your teeth. You hate the way he smiles at you, like he knows he could get you to do anything for him. Worst of all, you hate that you would, hate the way he excites you, the way you want to do what he says. You’re worried you might be a whore.
Your mom had warned you about boys like Billy. Boys with pretty eyes and smiles that could corrupt you. Perhaps that’s why you’ve never entertained the thought of being involved with any boy in that way.
He grins sadistically, “Good girl.”
Your breath catches in your throat. His words only making that rising heat harder to ignore.
You’re saved by Mr. Anderson, “Billy. Sit in the goddamn seat properly and stop antagonizing Ms. Y/L/N.”
Billy’s snatching your pencil before he follows the principals order. You think you see him blushing when he’s yelled at but you can’t be sure, it happens too fast. You reach into your pencil case to replace the one he’s stolen, getting started on the chemistry homework you were dreading. You wish he’d distract you again, but he doesn’t. In fact, he doesn’t say another word to you the rest of the hour and you don’t see him the remainder of the school day.
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mystic-shadows42 · 2 years
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{Requested} Sympathy for the Devil
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[Requested: Howdy!  I was wondering if I could request something with billy x reader (they’re in a relationship) where they're arguing and he raises his voice a lot louder than he normally would with her and she is startled???]
A/N: Of course, as with every request I take some liberties to make the story a tad bit longer. Thank you for the request. Please, enjoy!
Warnings: Language and Violence
It was a nice night when Billy picked you up to go to his house. His dad and stepmom had been out longer than he anticipated so he invited you regardless.
Being with Billy happened so suddenly. To put it simply, he was a bad boy who didn’t put up with anybody’s shit. That very trait is what made you more attracted to him.
You smiled at Billy as he teased you with little pecks of kisses on your lips. Soon enough he got tired of his own teasing running his hands over your smooth legs. His hands went underneath your thighs to pick you up. That’s when you instantly encircled his waist and interlocked your ankles behind his back as your arms held onto him tightly around his neck.
He continued to kiss you as he walked from the sofa towards his bedroom where he slammed the door shut with his foot. He pressed his lips harder into yours parting them just slightly as his tongue invaded your mouth. Once he made it to his bed, he laid you down on your back as he hovered above, never breaking the kiss. His hands raised to brush over your waist ever so gently before he planted them on your sides.
His kiss became a little more wanting and aggressive. He lowered his hands until they landed on your hips, gripping them.
He took a hold of your legs and spread them as he got in between. Just when things were starting to heat up there was a knock on the door. 
“Busy,” was all that he said.
You stopped kissing Billy immediately knowing that the jig was up.
Billy though seemed unfazed as he still tried kissing you. That’s when you widened your eyes at him and placed your hand on his chest. He rolled his eyes at your caution and lowered his head to suck on your neck.
“Open the door.”
At the sound of the serious voice of his father, Billy’s expression changed. He stopped what he was doing and got off of the bed. He took a deep breath before he opened the door seeing his dad and stepmom.
“What?” 
You zoned out in embarrassment feeling flushed after what you and Billy were doing. What would they think after seeing you like this? Billy didn’t even give you time to freshen up.
You looked at them as their focus was on Billy. They were talking about his sister Max and how she left when Billy was supposed to watch her. Your eyes went from them to Billy. He didn’t tell you that he was supposed to watch her or even let you know that she was home.
Your mouth went dry seeing Billy’s father walk into the room and glance at you then at Billy in frustration. Despite what was happening you wanted to defend Billy.
“Mr. Hargrove we weren’t aware that she was gone.”
Billy looked at you sharply pointing your way.
“Stay out of it.”
You swallowed, feeling stuck in place at the way he looked at you. It was one you weren’t used to. It was then that you noticed just how tense Billy now looked. 
“You didn’t notice she was gone?” He spoke repeating what you just said. “Yeah, it would be hard to notice if a thirteen year old was missing if you two were fornicating.”
Billy then began to raise his voice stating how Max didn’t need a full-time babysitter and how she wasn’t his sister. Just as soon as Billy turned off the radio his dad charged at him, pressing him into the shelf behind.
You jumped off the bed in fright watching how quickly things had escalated.
“What did we talk about?” His father asked him. He didn’t even give Billy the chance to speak before he hit him. You covered your hand over your mouth.
You expected things to get ugly. For Billy to hit him back but he didn’t, even though he was more than capable of doing so. He simply breathed heavily and answered his father’s question. It all made sense where some of Billy’s sudden outbursts of anger came from. It all derived from his father and how he treated him.
Billy never lost his temper with you but before you both got together that’s all that anyone ever knew of him. His temper. 
His father raised his voice at Billy once more, condescending him when he feigned he didn’t hear him. Billy’s eyes glistened and you knew there was an inner battle he was fighting.
You watched as his father walked out of his room then focused back on Billy. It was as if his trance had broken once his dad left. He shook his head slightly as he looked down at the floor.
You took a step forward wanting to embrace him and tell him everything was going to be okay but before you could do that he sniffled brushing his hand over his mouth before brushing past your shoulder.
“Let’s go.”
You said nothing as you opened the car door and got in. The first thing you did was look over at him but he was purposely avoiding your gaze.
“Billy.”
As soon as you spoke he turned the radio on and blasted the speakers. He then peeled out of the driveway and onto the road. Smoke from the tires clouded the car for a moment then cleared once Billy kept accelerating on the gas.
“Billy!” You screamed hoping he would stop. He was going to kill you both if he kept this up.
“Billy please,”
His attention was on the road as he ignored your pleas. His jaw kept on clenching and unclenching as he tried getting into the heavy metal music. Out of pure frustration, you turned off the radio and simply stared at him.
“I don’t want to talk about it.” His eyes were wide and alert but his mind was elsewhere. His knuckles began to turn white the way he was gripping the steering wheel.
“Does he always treat you like that?”
You were met with silence. The only sound was him accelerating on the pedal for more speed.
“Why the hell did you even speak to him?”
You became confused at his question. Between looking at the road and focusing on his question it was a lot.
“Are you really mad at me? After what happened?”
After everything that happened at the house, you hadn’t expected this to be his question for you.
“It would have been easier if you just kept your mouth shut.”
You scoffed, “Really, Billy? That wasn’t my fault. I didn’t know your father was like that. I was just trying to defend you.”
“Well, I don’t need you defending me. My old man’s an asshole. I can handle him but you meddling in something you don’t know how to handle made it worse.” This time he looked over at you before refocusing back on the road.
You simply felt utterly dumb. All you wanted was to defend your boyfriend and he was making it seem like it was somehow your fault. That you were the guilty one here and not his dad.
“So you’ll just let him treat you like that?”
“Just shut up.”
Your throat felt dry. Never has he ever spoken to you like this. It was new and you hated it. You could feel yourself grow angry and wanted to get back at him for making you feel like this.
“I never pegged you for a coward,” you spoke purely out of frustration. As soon as it came out, you regretted it.
He stomped on the brakes jerking you both forward and then back hitting the headrest at the abrupt stoppage.
“I said I don’t want to talk about it! If you continue, you can just leave and walk home. Matter of fact.” Billy reached over your seat and swung the door open for you to get out but you didn’t.
You were shell-shocked. Startled even. He raised his voice in pure anger. The veins in his neck were apparent and his eyes were wide and hard glaring at you. It was all his frustration and anger building but he was taking it out on you.
You wanted to be mad at him for treating you this way but you also felt sympathy for him. His dad treated him like shit so his outlook didn’t stray from his father’s demeanor.
“Get out!” Your heart raced as you simply stared at him in shock. He wasn’t just mad anymore, he was furious. “Get the fuck, out!”
His chest heaved heavily. His eyes were a shade darker than normal. 
Billy flung his door open and quickly walked to your side of the car. Your mind was reeling from what was happening. It didn’t seem real. He was actually scaring you the way he was aggressively moving.
You simply couldn’t move or speak.
Billy grabbed a hold of your arm and pulled you out of the car. He gripped your arm and briskly walked you a few feet away before completely letting you go altogether.
Your eyes began to water once he gave you one last glare before walking back to his car.
“Billy,” you whimpered, barely above a whisper.
He turned so quickly that you almost missed it when trying to blink back the tears. “No!” He yelled pointing his finger at you. “You brought this on.” He shook his head. His eyes were glistening but he seemed to be channeling his anger.
You stood there off the side of the road as Billy walked back to his car slamming the passenger side of the door before making his way to the driver’s seat. Once again he slammed on the pedal and took off down the street, leaving you there.
The car’s engine was all you could hear echoing down the empty road. The fading sound reminded you just where exactly were at. Abandoned and left to wallow in your own self-pity.
You hadn’t meant to go that far. It pained you to see that he simply left you on the side of the road without a second thought. That’s when you stopped stifling your cries and just let it all out.
You lowered yourself to the floor and pulled your knees up as you lowered your head down. How did things escalate to this? You covered your face with your hand replaying it all over in your head. You were beating yourself up over what you should’ve said.
When your cries began to die down a resonating sound began to grow louder. You sniffled and blinked your eyes trying to clear your vision seeing car lights get closer. When Billy’s car came back into view you stood up and watched as he slowed down and then stop completely.
He turned off the car but continued to sit there. You sniffled then shuffled closer to the car. You waited but he didn’t yell or make any move to stop you from opening the door. You swallowed thickly as you sat down in the passenger seat in total silence.
Billy was staring just ahead at nothing in particular. His eyes were watery as if he had been holding it all in until he reached his breaking point. Finally, a tear fell down his cheek but he didn’t bother brushing it away or hiding it.
It was as if you’d seen a glimpse of his life that he kept secret and you understood him a little bit better than before. Everything he does, says and thinks made sense. It all revolved around his dad.
Without truly thinking about what your next move would be you were already leaning forward embracing Billy in a hug. He didn’t reciprocate it and you didn’t expect him to.
It was simply engraved into him by his dad to not show any type of emotion. He was who he was because of his dad 
It was when you happen to sneak a glance at him that you saw that he had his eyes shut. He didn’t look angry, just sad.
Forever torn on never showing his emotions, only anger. No one ever truly consoled him the way he needed to. You wanted to be the comforting touch he needed even if he did prove it to be difficult. You loved Billy. The good and the bad.
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Thank you! If you don’t like this idea I can always give another one🤠 pls ignore it if u don’t like it
giving dom Billys huge cock a handjob. You’re sleeping and hear him moaning in your ear, wanting attention. You both sit up from the bed and you ask him to be the little spoon, he reluctantly agrees since he wants relief. You give him a handjob from behind but, Eddies sleeping in the other room so he moans loud just enough for you to hear knowing how much it turns you on. But, in the end he cums so much with the loudest moan ever. You immediately cover his mouth in fear, turning him on so much as he’s the dom that his cum keeps going all over his stomach.
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IMPROVISATION - BILLY HARGROVE X READER (MINORS DNI WITH SMUT)
W.C 1967- INBOX (please request !) - GIF CREDIT TO OWNER
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Since you've been dating Billy, you've become a heavy sleeper. He's not himself, or he didn't used to be, so your entire night was spent tossing and turning while he did the same. Eventually, when you got your own place and Billy no longer had to worry about Neil storming in, he slept through the night. As did you, and now you're able to get a full eight hours without getting elbowed or kicked or rolled on.
Apparently, you're not immune to grinding, though. Perhaps it's a combination of both the soft sunlight spilling through your curtains, pricking at your eyelashes, and Billy's arm over your stomach that wakes you, but when your eyes blink hazily open, lashes grating against your pillowcase, you feel his stiff hips against your backside.
"Billy," You groan, smashing your face into your pillow and flattening your nose, "Not now. M'tired."
"But- mmm," He moans, nose butting against the back of your ear. His breath is hot against your skin there, and he lets out a shaky exhale, rutting his hips against your ass once more.
"Come on," He rasps, teeth sliding against your soft earlobe ever-so-slightly, sending a zing of electricity down your spine, "Just a quickie, babe. You don't even have to do anything, I'll just be in and out."
You don't doubt that it would be quick. You can feel Billy's dick pressing hard and stiff into your ass, and you'd bet money that he's already oozing pre.
Still, you're not sure you're ready for that much this early in the morning. Your hand twitches where it's buried under the blankets and you clench your fist, warming up your fingers and turning in Billy's grasp.
There's not nearly as much friction for Billy to rut into now, but he takes it as an invitation. He rolls over top of you, grinding his hips down into your cunt, and it feels good, but you're still not eager to get too messy.
"Slow down," You laugh weakly, voice bleary and muddled with sleep, "Roll over, big guy."
"Hm?" Billy hums, lips already sucking against your jaw like a leech, "Whaddya mean?"
"Roll over," You repeat, snaking a hand under his side to push against his torso. He's not awake enough yet to react in time, and he slides off of you with an unceremonious thump.
"Babe," He groans, assuming you're denying him once more, "Come on, please? I know you're tired, but you don't even have to move."
"I don't want your dick in me this early!" You huff out a laugh, "Just turn over, Billy. I'll jerk you off."
His eyes light up and his teeth make their first visual appearance of the day in a lazy grin. He reaches for his boxers, fumbling to get them off quick, "Thanks, babe. 'Don't even need to turn, you can just do it here."
"Mm-mm," You shake your head, holding your hand by his bulge, "This is killer on the wrist. Just turn over, Billy, what, are you afraid of being little spoon?"
You've hit the nail on the head. Billy doesn't like turning his back to the door. You shudder to think of why, late nights spend staring at the door praying no one came through to hit him, back never fully turned in case of an attack. But you're offering a high reward for the risk he's taking; sex if he fights his fear.
"You can trust me," You urge, after seeing his eyes narrow slightly in contemplation. Logically, he knows he's safe with you. But old habits die hard, and he abhors the thought of facing away from the door. When you kiss his shoulder, the tan skin practically calling your name from right by your face, he relents, tension ebbing away.
"Fine," He grumbles, but you know he's just grumpy for show. He turns, and you're sure it feels odd to be laying on that hip, since he's always positioned differently.
It's like the second he's let his guard down, something has to prod it back up. You're mid-kiss to BIlly's toned back, lips molding to the curves and bulges of his muscles, when something moves in another room. You both stiffen, but Billy's turned over in a second, wide eyes staring at the door. You take a moment, think about whether you've left any precariously balanced items lying around, then-
"Eddie," You groan, and Billy heaves a sigh.
Eddie's on tour with his band, and on their SoCal stop, you'd invited him to stay a few nights. He's been happy to get a night in a room to himself, and his bandmates had been happy to have one less sweaty man around all the time. They love each other, of course, but touring is hard.
"S'just Eddie," You reaffirm, stroking a hand down Billy's chest now that he's facing you once more, "It's okay. 'Sounds like he just rolled over. Wanna keep going? We can be quiet."
Billy nods warily; he knows there's no danger, he knows that even if Eddie hears you, the door's locked and he's not gonna come barging in, but he's still spooked, adrenaline lingering in his system.
He turns back over in bed, muscles tense once again as you press your face to his back. Slowly but surely, kiss by kiss, he mellows out, until you've pecked every available inch of his back and he's squirming in place.
"Babe," He breathes, voice gruff and heavy, "C'mon. 'Don't got all day, Eddie's gonna wake up soon."
"He sleeps 'till noon," You snort, pressing one last kiss to the space between Billy's shoulder blades, "You ready, baby?"
"Yeah," He pants, feeling your hand creep up his hip towards his achingly hard bulge, "Ah, fuck- babe, hurry up."
You finally stop teasing, and your hand cups Billy's clothed cock. He bucks into your hands immediately, nearly splitting his lip with how hard he bites it to keep himself quiet.
"Oh fuck," He grunts, keeping his voice just low enough so that Eddie can't hear, "Babe- ngh, yeah, just- just like that."
You give his bulge an affectionate squeeze, one that has Billy's face turning as he buries it in his pillow. It's the only way he's able to muffle his moans, and you carefully tug down the waistband of his boxers to let his cock spring free.
It's big, you know it is, but when you hear the smack as it bounces up to hit his stomach, your mouth waters. You can't wait to get your hands on it, so you don't. Your teeth grate against a bulge of muscle in Billy's back and you reach for the base of his cock, lifting your thumb to run through his tip and collect a smear of precum.
He hisses at the contact, and you're pleased to find that he's already leaked enough to coat half of his dick in slick, sticky pre. It makes your job easier, and you smear the portion that you'd collected over your palm to wrap it again around his base.
Pleasure courses through Billy's veins, hot and biting, as you stroke him. He's panting into his pillow, his hips tense as you pump your fist over his cock, and the higher up your hand travels on every jerk, the more the muscles in his stomach tighten.
When you run the length of your palm all the way up his sex, enough to close it off around the tip and squeeze ever-so-slightly, he lets out a muffled cry. It really sounds like a sob, and you kiss into his back again as an apology. He's extra sensitive in the mornings, you know that, and you've been teasing him thus far; it's no wonder he's almost ready to cum.
"Go on, Billy," You hum into his back, hand pumping steadily up and down his length, "You wanna cum, baby? Cum."
He lets out a guttural groan at your words, and you know he's closer than ever. He's bucking his hips into your palm now, ramming his cock through your fist as if you're not going fast enough. On the upstroke, his balls are hitting your fist, your pinky plunging against the heated skin as he thrusts into your grip.
"Come on," You urge, tongue snaking out to lick a fat, wet stripe up Billy's back as your other hand reaches out from under him and around his front, massaging gently at his balls, "Cum, Billy, cum on my hand."
That's what does it. He's marking you, when he rides your fist to completion and plunges the tip of his cock into the center of your palm, splattering it with white, sticky cum; it's a brand. He's painting your skin, and when his orgasm rips through him, a moan tears his throat apart.
It's loud, and without thinking, you cover his face with your palm. Of course, it's one that's covered in a tacky layer of his seed, and his eyes widen as his release is suddenly against his mouth.
He's not used to you taking control. Something about your palm flattening over his mouth, muffling his moan and shutting him up only makes him cum more, and with your hand out of the way, his stomach is the next target. His cock is still so hard, so stiff, that he splatters his torso, but neither of you can worry about cleanup now.
He's good at improvisation. His tongue darts out to press flat to your palm, licking his cum off of your skin. He's a good kisser, you should have known he'd be excellent no matter where he put his tongue, but the warm muscle snakes between your fingers and something under your belly stutters its approval.
Once his cum is cleared away, and all that covers your hand is a thin layer of spit, he turns. His cock is still out, half-hard because no matter how old he is, you think he'll always have the stamina of a horny teenage boy. He goes straight for your mouth, licking into it with a tongue tasting of his own seed.
Your morning breath is no match for Billy, and he's got the inside of your mouth painted with the taste of his cum in no time. He's a sloppy kisser, especially in the mornings, and each time his tongue slides against yours, that feeling below your stomach grows.
He's on top of you before you can process his movements, hands pawing eagerly, desperately against the hem of your pajama pants. He's mewling into your mouth like a man starved, grunting and groaning as he licks your tongue sloppy. He's a nanosecond away from tearing the fabric of your pajamas thread by thread to jam his stiff dick into your cunt, when you hear feet crossing the floor from your spare room to the hallway bathroom. You both freeze, and Billy reluctantly pulls away from your mouth to stare at the door.
You hear a loud, stuffy cough, and some of the arousal fades from your core. Then Eddie blows his nose, murmuring an, 'oh, god.' at whatever he'd managed to produce. Billy turns to you with a wrinkled nose, a grimace clear on his face as he slides off of you.
He's not hard anymore.
"Gross," You whisper, your sticky hand feeling a lot less sexy now. You're officially turned off, and you lay your head against Billy's shoulder while you wait for Eddie to get out of the bathroom.
Finally, his feet move again, and you wonder if you'll be able to get yourselves going again. Then there's a fist pounding against your door, and Billy's hand tightens around your waist.
"You guys are animals!" Eddie shouts through the wood, "Your bed is literally a foot away from mine! These walls are thin!"
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billysbabyy · 1 year
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Perv!Billy seeing sweet, innocent, naive reader with very strict religious parents playing with and caring her 2 month old niece and breeding fetish, plus domestic bliss fetish is now unlocked. Weasels his way into your heart, then your panties and you end up in a shotgun wedding and the delivery room 10 months later
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Billy had never really gone for the good girl before. The one who went to Church every Sunday went to fucking Youth Group, for God's sake and had parents who said Grace before every meal.
Yet he found himself wanting to spend time with you. Get to know you, he even goes to your stupid Youth Group and resists the urge to roll his eyes at every single thing they say.
He doesn't even pressure you.
He's almost embarrassed about how it all started. Hanging near the arcade, when he catches sight of you, he knew you somewhat from school. You had some classes together and were cute enough, maybe a little mousy.
Yet what got him was seeing you bouncing the tiny baby in your arms. Had to be your niece, with how much she looked like you. He stood there, smoking his cigarette as he watched you cooing and bouncing the baby in your arms.
And something switched inside him.
The idea of fucking you, putting a baby inside you, seeing that gorgeous stomach swell with his child. Seeing you in the kitchen cooking dinner, bouncing a baby on your hip. Smiling as you lean down and kiss him on the cheek as you hand him dinner, laying next to him in bed each night.
He saw it all.
And he fucking wanted it.
It takes a while. Of course, you're cautious around someone like him. He had a reputation, breaking hearts and adding numbers to the notches in his bed.
But you watch as he charms your parents. Your mom giggles and flushes at everything he says. Your dad shakes hands with him proudly when you arrive at Church on Sunday.
You're embarrassed to say that you lost your virginity in the cramped back seat of his Camaro. It wasn't exactly romantic or how you pictured your first time. It's painful and over quickly but the way he holds you afterwards more than makes up for it.
Most of the rendezvous' happen in the backseat of his car or bedroom. You not daring to let it happen in your bedroom. Eventually, you learn to enjoy it. It happens one night, him thrusting roughly inside you and your mouth falls open as the pleasure surges through your body, and you stare at him with wide eyes.
And oh, this is why it was such a big deal.
When that positive pregnancy test comes back a few weeks later. You're terrified of telling him, even more so about telling your parents.
Billy seems almost happy? When you tell him, you see him stand there awkwardly for a moment before nodding his head, his eyes flicking down to your stomach.
"You aren't showing yet." He mutters and you nod your head.
He's by your side when you tell your livid parents. Your mother sobbing into her hands and your father screaming at the both of you.
You aren't shocked when a shotgun wedding is announced, either. There was no way your parents would allow their daughter to be an unwed mother even if Billy was by your side the entire time.
The wedding happens quickly before you start showing. Billy beaming as you walk down the aisle, beaming back at him and your dad gripping you tightly as he gives you away. The puffiness of your dress hiding the already slightly swelled stomach.
Billy becomes insatiable when you start showing. Pouncing on you most nights in your small apartment. Bending you over the kitchen table or carrying you into the bedroom, he can't seem to get enough of you.
"You look so fucking hot carrying my baby." He'll growl in your ear as you mewl beneath him.
The delivery goes smoothly, and you're blessed with a healthy, gorgeous baby boy who looks exactly like his father. Billy holding him proudly in his arms, and beaming at you.
"When can we have another one?" He teases gently.
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supermarketbae · 10 months
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Can you do one with billy Hargrove where the reader is a good girl and stuff and everyone is shocked to see them together. Could be smut if you want
This is js gonna be a Drabble but yk 🫡.
You’d lived in Hawkins all your life. Everyone knew you, knew your family, all that small town stuff. They also knew what your family expected of you. To marry a rich man and to become someone successful (by there standards). So ofc when the towns bad boy, Billy Hargrove moves to Hawkins. You are forbade to even look at him. Now usually Billy would’ve just found another girl to flirt with. But you piqued his interest. You may have been the stereotype of a “good girl” but you had a tongue on you and wouldn’t back down to a fight. And he liked you for that. So soon lunch together turns into rides in his camero, Billy opening up about his father, and of course your first kiss. How could I forget…
You sat cuddled up to him in the backseat of his camero, you guys watching a drive in movie. You’d had never felt this comfortable around anyone ever. And as he pulls you closer to him laughing at something said in the movie, your heart leaps. And then drops, you’ve come to terms with having a crush on him. But it still hurts sometimes. Billy catches you looking at him. “What’s up darlin’” your face blazes at the nickname “nothing-j-just….” Your eyes flick to his lips innocently and when you look back up he’s smirking at you. “Would you?” Billy says quietly to you. “Would I what?” You whisper back leaning forward slightly. And then he kisses you. You shiver gently as his hands dip to your waist. And as you walk to school the next day, with Billy’s leather jacket on. All eyes are on you.
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