#dark! billy hargrove

[dearramiel]

billy desperately trying to babytrap his girl after she tries to break up w him🤭

This is so good.

✧ - baby trapping, subconscious manipulation, verbal abuse, violent!billy, billy is overprotective, obsessive, and possessive, implied stalker! billy, mentions of billy beating up jason tommy h & some other guy, controlling behavior, toxic relationship, gaslighting, guiltriping, unprotected sex( piv), breeding, cockwarming, mentions of tampering with birth control but it doesn't actually happen, hint of fluff at the end,

Billy's infatuation with you starts the very first day he looks at you, a beautiful, shy, charismatic girl who he could bend at will. He knew he would have you, it wasn't even a matter of how but when.

He was good at orchestrating everything, from the very first time you talk, the heated kisses, and first time hooking up. Billy wasn't your first, but you sure as hell felt like a virgin the first time you took him. He made you feel good, loved, he was sweet, caring, and charming. Just two months in, everything had changed. From the very beginning he knew you were different than other girls he had been with, he never had a girlfriend, and it hit him like a shock. He started acknowledging how much depth his love went, at first it was just him messing around with another girl, but he had gone way off track.

It was hard not to, you had been the only girl to care for him, rather than his dick. You were different. You treated him different than any other person.

It wasn't all on him anyway, you weren't stupid, you knew what Billy's intentions were from the beginning, he'd never once talked to you, but it began to get hard to let go when he kept you around, not shoving you through his window after hooking up, not pretending like you didn't exist when he walked by you at school, offering rides after he proposed in exchange for him to be lenient on Max being late, or even how he had stopped going after other girls.

Everything was so sweet, until he let the intrusive thoughts in.

He started asking who the people you talked to were, walking you to classes you didn't have together during passing period, insisted on driving you to work after school, picking you up and dropping you off home.

Eventually his obsession turned violent, going after Jason Carver after finding you two together during a pep rally, a big misunderstanding that could have been avoided had he just asked what you were bringing to him.

Billy had become somewhat self aware of what he was doing, quickly becoming insecure, and hateful. But he couldn't help it, because he genuinely loved and cared for you, he wanted you all to himself, this sweet girl who let him in. He was good at guilt guiltriping you with that, telling you how much he loved you.

It made you feel restless, having to make sure you weren't talking to specific people he didn't like, making sure not to stare too long at some other guy, spending all your free time with him, letting him know that there was a test you had to make up before going to work. You felt like your life was being controlled, and inviting him over while no one was home was your biggest mistake.

Spring break had just started, it was a Saturday evening when Billy had received the call. Of course he'd pull up to his girlfriends house in under 10 minutes, especially when she gave the "It's important and serious.".

Billy was rapidly knocking on the door, yelling your name, and when you open to let him in, he can tell that something really is wrong.

You're spouting nonsense to him, being so annoying, talking about how he doesn't love you, and that he's obsessed with you. Part of which was really wrong, because Billy did love you. He just had this horrible way of showing it.

It doesn't take long for you to get him angry, he begins yelling back. Saying that Carver, Tommy H, and Smith deserved getting their asses flipped. To which you yell that he shouldn't go about fixing things with violence.

"I just can't do this."

And he snaps, eyes blurring, warm droplets falling to his neck, when he blinks he realizes that he's crying. And it has you shocked.

"What?" His voice is small and broken, it almost has you wanting to take back what you've said. But it's hard to do so, because he's scared you already.

"No, please no." He cries as he reached out to you, wrapping his arms tightly around your body, another act that shocks you, he's never been one to initiate affection. He's almost cradling you, "Can't lose you, please don't."

You're not sure if it's an act, one to lure you in, but you take the bait anyway. Because while the ideas of what he's capable of to the extent of his love terrify you, you also remember that you do love him too. That he's never once laid a hand, or ever been physically abusive to you.

"I'm sorry Billy, I didn't mean it. It's just, you scare me sometimes!"

Anguish breaks into his body, when the realizations kick in. It's a thought that's etched into his mind, the fact that you've thought about leaving him. The fact that you even said it.

"I'm sorry baby, let me make it up to you please.. I promise I'll take care of you." His tone sends shivers down your spine, it's the one he always uses, it messes with you subconsciously and you never picked up on it.

You nod your head rapidly, breathing in deeply when Billy's teeth gently sink into the flesh on the side of your neck. Your panting reels him in further, letting him take full control of your body.

You don't even know how you ended up on your back, in your room, and on your bed, both you and Billy fully nude. Both your bodies decorated with bites and love marks. You're crying into the air as Billy's cock is shoved into your aching tight hole. You can feel every inch of him, to the point where you swear you feel his tip hit up snuggly against your cervix, and Billy swears he feels it too, because he begins a brutal pace. Mouth stealing a heated kiss from you. Between the messy kiss, your stuttering moan fills his ears.

"Fuuuuckkk, Billyyy! M'gonna cum!" You whimper, arms and legs wrapping around his body, pulling him to you, almost inviting him further inside you. He's reaching the deepest he can, he's never been or even felt so feral during sex. Both his hands were clenching harshly onto the pillow your head was rested on, he's using it as stability to continue thrusting so hard and fast, he feels like he's also about to cum.

"Yeah? Then cum, need to feel you all over me." The thought alone is enough to send you spiraling, a gush of liquid seeps out, drenching and covering his abdomen and cock in your cum. A long moan rips through you, your walls clamp so tightly around Billy that it only takes a couple more thrusts before his cock plunges into the deepest part of you.

"Fuuck! Babe'm gonna cum, cunt is all mine, gonna breed you so they know you're mine. You want that, don't you?" He groans into your ear, burying his face into your neck, your response is nonverbal, it's just you frantically nodding your head up and down before you decide to speak up.

"Yes! Please, Billy, want you to make me yours!" You babble, then it happens cum begins filling up your insides until you feel full. Billy's weight drops on you then, cum still spurting a few more times before he is absolutely spent.

You can feel him soften inside you, little bits of cum threatening to spill out. The feeling has you whimpering, it's then that Billy remembers he's still inside you. When he goes to lift himself up, a whine is heard from you.

"Billy.. no, don't go.. please. Wanna stay with you like this." You beg, your tired eyes droopy, your arms still holding him tightly.

"Not going anywhere baby. Love you so much." He slurs, high of sex, leaving kisses all over your face.

"I love you too, Billy.. so much.."

He had you right where he wanted you.

Those condoms he planned to poke holes into weren't really necessary after all.

[dark666posting]

Obsession

TW: NON-CON, NON-CON, NON-CON *** Flayed Billy, dark!Billy

Oops I started this story in like 2022 lmao. Here it is, more Flayed Billy™️

Happy New Year!!!

"Yeah? Well, next time you want your dick sucked, you can call Mrs. fucking Wheeler!" You screamed into the car before slamming the door with all your strength. You successfully held back tears as you stomped away from your now ex-boyfriend's car and shoved through your front door. In the Camaro, Billy sat fuming.

A common occurrence for him on the job is to flirt frequently with the older, married women. He never intended on going anywhere with it, until he did. And he got caught pretty quickly after. Billy's mommy issues tied him to the maternal comfort of older women, but you were the only woman he cared about. The only woman he wasn't letting get away. Breaking up certainly wasn't an option whether you knew it or not.

Billy tried to mentally talk himself down before he followed behind you. Your parents are out of town for the week, so he doesn't worry about being stopped.

"Y/N, can we please talk about this? I don't know what you think you saw-" his gaslighting is cut off.

"I know what I saw! Get the fuck out of my house!" You yell, throwing a book in his direction. The two of you weren't strangers to getting physical with each other.

"Hey!" Billy dodges the book, quickly turning to face you again. A look of pure anger is plastered on his face, but he remains poised as best as possible. "Darling, I am trying to fix this. We aren't breaking up." His voice trembles with the strain of withholding his rage.

"We are broken up. This is fucking over." You've never backed down from him before and you didn't plan on starting today. "As of right fucking now, Hargrove, I am single."

"Oh, you're single?" His voice is quiet and he's eerily calm compared to his struggle earlier. He steps toward you and at first, you stand firm, but the closer he gets, the more you shuffle backward. "You're single?" He asks again, expecting a response.

"Y-Yes. Just like you pretended to be." Billy slaps you across the face quicker than you could register, knocking you to the floor. "What the fuck?!" You clutch your cheek as a fiery sting spreads across your skin.

"Let me show you what happens to sluts that don't have boyfriends to protect them." He grabs you by your hair and damn near drags you to the couch. You kick and fight, doing everything in your power to loosen the pull on your scalp.

"Billy, stop!" You scream as he wrestles you onto the couch. He's exceptionally strong and you are no match.

"Look at you. This isn't even hard for me. You need me to protect you or else someone could have his way with you any time he wants." Billy's voice sounds like a taunt. He successfully pins your wrists together under one of his hands and the other starts to roughly rub your cunt through your jeans.

"What the fuck? Let me go, what are you doing?" You squirm and jerk away from him, feeling panic and pleasure as his hand creates friction against you. "Billy, please stop!" Tears well in your eyes. You've never seen him like this, and he doesn't seem to be letting up. He stares down at you with a blank, serious face. You beg him repeatedly with your eyes, wishing you would've just locked the door behind you.

"You're not safe without me. I have to show you." Billy's emotionless expression sends chills down your spine. It's like any part of him that held morals or empathy has been completely shut down.

"No, please," you whimper, but to no avail. Billy slips his hand in your pants, past your panties, slipping a long, nimble finger between your folds. You release a yelp, earning a small, short-lived smirk from Billy. He continues to delicately rub your clit, you melt into his touch before something seems to click in his mind.

"But this is how your boyfriend would touch you. Look how wet you are, you love it. Now I'm gonna show you how a whore gets fucked." Suddenly he tears his hand away, leaving you silently begging for contact. He effortlessly slips your pants from your body and tears your skimpy tank top in half, leaving you in nothing but your panties. You blush as your exposed breasts bounce from Billy's rough treatment.

You assume he's just going to keep toying with you. Another attempt to win you over with an orgasm as he had plenty of times before, even if this was a bit scarier. You're torn from your thoughts when you hear the sound of his belt buckle jingling against itself.

Your eyes go wide as he reveals his throbbing erection. He looms over you, stroking himself as he drinks in the image of you trembling beneath him.

"Billy, I don't want to have sex. Get out of my house. We aren't gonna fuck and pretend we're fine anymore-" he stuffs his length down your throat, cutting you off.

"I don't know how to make it any clearer for you, Y/N. You're too fucking stupid to realize what's happening. It's almost cute." Billy plugs your nose, effectively cutting off all your oxygen as he holds your head against him despite your arms swatting at him for dear life.

It finally dawned on you, that this was not his usual roughness and inability to take "no" for an answer. And you weren't about to get away from him. Panic takes over, controlling your next move. You try to kick and swat him away, but he's inhumanly strong. Stronger than what you're used to, you realize. When he finally allows you to take a breath you look up at him with watery eyes.

"Billy, please," you garble through the drool pooling in your mouth. Your jaw aches from the invasion.

"If you're not mine, I'll make sure nobody wants you," he growls as his expression grows darker. His eyes seem like they belong to someone else and small, black veins rise all over his skin. He looks like a monster, a creature you can't describe. You release a horrified scream before he jerks you from the couch and slams you down on the hardwood floor. Your head smacks the wood with a sharp thud, knocking your vision unsteady.

"Baby, listen. I-I'm sorry. Let's just fuck and make up, okay? Like we always do," you try so hard to reason with him as a sharp ache echoes through your skull. You're petrified, certain he's contracted some sort of rabies-like illness causing this outburst.

"Something's... Happening, Y/N." Billy stares off into the distance, looming over you. "I just... I just need to hurt you." The black, spidery veins beneath his skin grow darker as he admits his intentions.

"Please," you sob uncontrollably. "Please don't hurt me, baby." Billy ignores your pathetic pleas and stares down at your exposed supple chest. A primal, starving sigh exits his body and in the blink of an eye, his large, powerful hand is clasped tightly around your throat. You wheeze and gag, but to no avail, your oxygen is completely cut off. You're certain that with any more effort, he'd crush your windpipe like an empty soda can.

Billy's free hand slaps your breasts around and roughly tugs at your hardened nipples. Each touch he lays on you is sharp and jarring, devoid of any amount of love and care he barely showed even on a good day. You're clawing at his hand around your neck, turning all new shades of purple and blue and he holds you down. Slowly, your hits become weak and sloppy and your vision fades from blurred to black.

Once you're out cold, he tosses your unconscious body over his shoulder and lugs you into your bedroom. Not to be kind or show you any kind of comfort or mercy, but because the bed is the perfect height for him to splay your legs open and tear you to pieces.

He carelessly tosses you into the mattress, stroking himself as he watches you lie there, seemingly lifeless, wearing nothing but a pair of white lace panties. Those are short-lived as he effortlessly snaps the fabric from your body. You're his, completely. He wastes no time toying with you since you're already unresponsive, so he positions his cock at your entrance and shoves himself inside.

He's rough and unyielding as he bucks into you, forcing your body to lubricate his erection for easier access. You're still unconscious, unknowingly being fucked by your ex-boyfriend. He huffs and grunts like a wild animal, continuously readjusting his hands around your body parts for more leverage.

Your legs are lazily tossed over his shoulders, and he holds your wrists to pull you against him with each thrust. Suddenly, you wake up. All the violent fucking you'd endured before waking up seems to hit you all at once and you release a pained cry. The sound of your distress elicits a vulgar moan from Billy.

"Please, no! Billy, stop!" You whine, writhing and squirming against him, only stimulating him further. He moans some more, clearly approaching his climax. Finally, somehow, you're able to angle your leg to kick him away. You land a sharp, calculated kick to his jaw and he stumbles backward, giving you time to take off down the hall.

Billy screams your name like a monstrous roar, tearing through your home to chase after you. He knocks over shelves and side tables, breaking a lamp in the process. Your house looks ransacked. When he rounds the corner and spots you again, you're struggling to get the door open, loud sobs hiccup from your chest, and tsunamis of tears fall from your eyes.

"You're fucked now. That was me being gentle." He cracks his knuckles before slowly, confidently approaching you. You scream again in fear before finally getting the lock to unlatch. You frantically spill out the door and onto the porch. You're nearly off the last step when he grabs you by your hair, yanking you backward into him.

"Billy, no. Billy-" Your words fall out of you quickly with a more collected, serious tone to them as you begin to panic. You don't know if he's going to continue fucking you, or just kill you here on the front lawn. It's dark and your house is a little more secluded than most, something you saw as a good thing until tonight.

Billy holds you by the wad of your hair he's wrapped his hand in and your wrist, keeping you pressed flush against his broad, muscular body.

"I just need to hurt you." He echoes his own words before shoving you cruelly to the ground. You land on the front of your body with barely any time to catch yourself. The rough grassy yard is less than pleasant when it catches you. Billy swiftly climbs on top of you, pinning your arms behind your back and pressing his bulge against your ass.

He forces himself back inside your abused cunt and ruts into you like his life depends on it. You're right next to a road, but it's so late, that it'd be nearly impossible to see someone pass by at this hour. Until they do. You spot a set of headlights coming down the road and you try to thrash around to get their attention. Billy notices this attempted call for help and buries your face into the ground, continuing his mission.

As the car draws closer, you realize that it is too dark for you to see the thick shrubbery completely concealing you and Billy from the road. The car drives right past and you release a quiet sob into the dirt.

"No one's coming for you, Y/N," he growls between thrusts. Finally, his rhythm begins to waver. His breathing becomes labored and unsteady and he finally slams into you one last time, filling you up for a moment before he pulls out and finishes cumming all over your back and in your hair. He lays a brutally aggressive slap on your ass cheek and leaves you there. You hear his car start and pull out of the driveway, all the while you remain on the ground.

Silent, blank-faced tears fall down your face. You manage to peel yourself off the ground and drag yourself inside before the sun begins to rise. You sit in a warm bath, still in shock when you realize your hand is wandering to the sore opening between your legs. You can't help but relive every second he tore into you. You don't understand this feeling, but it brings you to orgasm in mere minutes.

The rest of the night you're anxious and afraid. Afraid he'll come back, or worse, afraid he won't. You recall all the parasitic veins spreading over his skin and you shudder. He's not well, and you were merely a casualty of that.

He just needed to hurt you.

[mrsdarkandyandere7]

Bad Manners

Pairing: Dark Billy Hargrove x (female) Reader

More at Masterlist

SUMMARY: Billy has to teach you a few manners, even if it’s the hard way. 

WARNINGS: Domestic Violence; Slapping; Toxic/Abusive Marriage

AN: This is soo mean. But I had to do it.

Please, reblog and give me feedback.

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Miserable sobs fill the bedroom as you receive another slap, knees numb from kneeling for so long on the ground as Billy towers over you. 

“Do you think I’m that stupid? That I wouldn’t fucking notice as you tried to get inside the waiter’s pants? Flirting with him right in front of me, you fucking slut!” Billy shouts, rage irradiating from him as his hand connects with your cheek for the seventh time, head whiplashing to the side from the immense force. 

“I-I wasn’t, Billy! This is a misunderstanding, I swear-” you’re readily cut off by another ruthless smack, this one leaving you a bit dizzy. 

“Getting an attitude, huh?”

It was a mistake to be remotely nice to the male waiter of the dinner you went to as Billy is incapable of letting you interact with other people. A meaningless smile and a few nice words were more than enough to spite his intense jealousy towards anyone that not him. 

What was supposed to be a nice family dinner ended up with you crying on the floor of your bedroom, mascara running down your face and cheeks starting to swell while Billy berates at you.

Not the evening you had envisioned for tonight. 

The door cracks an opening and a small boy peers into the room, his eyes curiously scanning the scene. Billy immediately halts his raised hand, giving you a stern look as a warning.

You should’ve been more quiet. 

“Why is mommy crying? Did she get hurt?” your son’s innocent voice breaks your heart and you instantly turn away your face, not wanting him to see your disfigured face. 

Small footsteps are heard as your son tries to get near you, his fingers briefly touching your arm but Billy immediately picks him up, pulling him away.  

“It’s nothing, buddy. Daddy was just teaching mommy some manners, that’s all. She’s been needing them for a while now.” Billy’s voice is much softer as he speaks to your son.

You can’t resist turning your head for a second and it never fails to surprise you how similar Billy and William are.

Father and son, the exact same physical features, apart from the ones inherited from you. But they’re not the same and you promise you won't allow Billy to change your son into the same monster he is, just like his father before him. You'll do better than what Billy's mom did.

“Now how about I tuck you into bed? Mommy still has a few more lessons to go through. Why don't you say goodnight to mommy.” he quickly says to the toddler.

“Night, mommy. And please learn fast.” your son sleepily yawns, eyes already closing.

“There we go then. And Y/N…” Billy pauses and you glance at him, a cold angry expression taking over the sweet expression he had put on for your son, who now has his face safely tucked in Billy’s shoulders.

“...you wait there. We’re not done yet.” 

[ang3lfluids]

mean vampire bf who doesn’t care if ur hurting when they pin u down and bite u :((

mean vampire bf who sweet talks you till your begging to be hurt

mean vampire bf who shoves their thick fingers in your mouth as you hump each other

mean vampire bf who bites your ankles and fingers so walking and writing is harder :(

mean vampire bf who records you creaming about the base of his cock, taunting you as you whined at him to stop

mean vampire bf who will use your panties to jerk off when ur gone then make you wear them out

mean vampire bf who gets off to seeing the light drain as he chokes you, loves when you whack at his back and arms trying to free yourself when he pins you down :3

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AYATO, Laito, YUMA, Shuu, SCARAMOUCHE, CHILDE, DABI

[darnell-la]

Hi love your work can u do a billy hargrove bully smut with innocent reader please. Hope ur well xxx

Hey, I’m sorry that I’m 2 weeks late. I’ll have to be better at post within the week when I get a request. This is the best I could do at 2am so if this isn’t good enough, please contact me what you guys specifically want. Thank you for the support and request. I love you guys!! Bully Billy and Inncoect reader is something I love writing and reading about and now I can finally post :))

As always, instead of y/n I’ll be using Scotlynn who is one of the owners of this Tumblr account.

word count: 4.3k

Bully!Billy Hargrove x innocent!reader

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SCOTLYNS POV

Today's another day. Another day of hell. Another day of being bullied and another day of having to interact with Billy. The bullying has gotten so bad that I've begged my principal to change my classes. Of course, he denied me.

I'm currently walking through the doors to my first class, hoping like any other day that Billy would be sick and not be in class today but that's not going to happen. It never does. He's already smirking at me from his seat that's right next to mine.

"Fuck," I cussed under my breath as I held my books close to my chest and walked through the group of jocks that are standing in my way like usual. I swear they do this on purpose to get under my skin.

"Wassup Scotlyn," Max, my ex said as I stood in front of him and his friends. "Could you guys please move for the thousandth time?" I annoyingly asked. "Yeah, of course, sweety," he said like he use to say when we were dating.

I rolled my eyes and walked through the group, about to sit down at my desk until I felt big hands grab one of my ass cheeks, causing me to yelp as I turned around, swatting at his arm.

"Max!" I yelled at him, feeling embarrassed and violated. I have my mini skirt on today so he basically gripped my bare ass, allowing people who looked to see my bare ass cheek. He's sick.

"What baby? I'm just having a little fun. You know, just like old times," Max said as he pulled me into him by my waist. I tried pushing him off of me but at the same time, I didn't want to hurt him.

"Don't fight me, baby," he whispered in my ear. I begged him to stop making a full of me until someone pulled him off and punched him directly in his face. Billy. Billy Hargrove.

"You annoy me. Go sit down," Billy looked down at Max before going back to his seat to sit down. Everyone in the class looked at me like I knew what that was about. I can't seem to know myself. Why would he defend me?

I slowly sat down at my desk and got situated for class. "Got my work, Mrs perfect?" Billy asked. I softly sighed as I opened my notebook and pulled out his paper. "Yes," I said before giving it to him.

"What's with the attitude? I just helped you out," Billy said as he slightly turned towards me. "I didn't ask for it," I said, hoping he'd just get the clue that I don't want to talk to him. I never do.

"I don't know where that bitchy attitude came from but you better fucking drop it," Billy said, sounding angry already. "Whatever," I said under my breath and quickly regretted it.

Billy had gotten up and grabbed my wrist. He pulled me out of my seat and out of the class as the students watched. The class doesn't start for maybe 10 minutes and the teacher is always late.

"Billy, hey! Billy! Billy, what the fuck!" I said as he basically dragged me down the halls. "Billy, let me go! Stop it!" I yelled at him. That's when he stopped, grabbed my neck, and pushed me into the lockers.

"Shut it! Shut your fucking mouth!" Billy pushed me into the lockers a few times until I finally shit my mouth. "Who the fuck do you think you are, huh? You have balls now?" Billy asked, waiting for me to answer.

"It won't go well for you if you're trying to stand up to me. I'll fucking ruin you, do you understand?" Billy asked as he choked my neck harder, causing some tears to build up in my eyes.

"Use your words, princess. You don't wanna make me mad, right?" He asked. I shook my head. "Words!" He yelled in my face. "No!" I cried out as he chuckled with a smirk.

"Good girl. Do you know how cute you are when you're obedient? Maybe if you lost that potty mouth of yours, I'd treat you better. Want me to treat you better?" Billy asked as he leaned into my face.

"Want me to stop bullying you? Stop me from making a full of yourself so you can walk around school all happy?" He asked, now inches away from my ear.

"Maybe I'll do that, but only if you act right, baby," he whispered before pulling back so that he was inches away from my face now. "You gonna act right for me, baby?" He asked, completely catching me off guard.

I was so focused on the way he was talking to me and what he was saying that I didn't even notice him pressing up against me. I can even feel him through his pants.

"Yes," I said, feeling like I was in a trance. Billy chuckled as he backed up. Fuck. I can't believe I just put myself in that stupid situation. He's definitely going to use that against me for the rest of my school life.

"You're confused, aren't you?" Billy asked. I nodded my head, yes, instead of seeing his face change. "Y-Yes," I responded how he likes it. God, what's wrong with me?

"Come here," he said, but I stayed frozen. "Now!" He growled slightly. I quickly pushed off of the lockers and walked towards me, stopping right in front of his face.

I was confused, thinking he'd make fun of me, tell me to do his work, or maybe push me around but to my surprise, he grabbed my face softly with both of his hands and started kissing me.

I quickly melted into the kiss, taking in this moment that probably won't ever happen again. Billy slowly moved one hand down my body until he harshly but softly gripped my ass cheek that Max grabbed earlier.

"All mine," Billy said in between the kiss. I whined at how sensitive my body was getting from his touch. From Billy Hargrove's touch. I never thought of anything like this with him but I can't seem to not want it.

Billy slowly pulled away, causing me to whine and try to pull him into me to get more but he "Ah uh," me ask he slowly pushed me back. I whined, angry that his lips weren't on me, only making him chuckle.

"You were bad to me within 2 minutes. You don't get what you want right now," Billy said as he looked down at my lips before looking into my eyes.

"Your lips are calling me though," he said, making me feel butterflies. "Ever kissed anyone as you kissed me, baby?" He asked. "I- No. Yes, but like, no," I stuttered, making a full of myself.

"What's his name?" Billy asked. His face changed faster than he could blink. "I-I don't think u should say. He's kind uh- He was kind of in a relationship," I stuttered.

"So you're a slut? A home wrecker?" He asked as he shook his head like he was disgusted. "No! No, he just pushed me into a bathroom and tried making out with me. I stopped him though," I said.

"Hmm. He'll pay for that. Anyone else sweetheart?" He asked. I stayed silent, not wanting to tell him their names because now I know he'll probably beat Jason for kissing me without my consent.

"Tell me and don't lie because if I find out, I'll ruin you," Billy said, inches away from my face, once again. "I-I can't say, Billy. I don't want to," I said, scared to tell him that.

My heart grew faster with every second of silence. He's just staring at me. I feel like I'm shrinking and he's getting bigger. He's already so much taller than me.

"Get to class," Billy demanded in a voice so different from this whole conversation. He switched up so fast. I quickly sprinted back to class, not wanting to stay in his face and make him rethink letting me leave.

"What!? No, please. You know me and he do not get along," I begged the teacher as he assigned people to work together every weekend on our projects that were due by the end of the year which is months away.

"And that's why you guys will be perfect partners. This assignment is about getting along and having fun during your senior year. You guys will do great," he said then went back to assigning other people.

"Fuck," I said under my breath as I placed my face into my hands. "What's up with you?" Billy asked. I can hear the smirk on his handsome devilish face. I hate him.

"Don't. Please, not right now," I said, keeping my face in my hands. "Why not?" He asked as he moved his chair closer to me. "Billy, please," I said under my breath to keep myself calm.

"Come on. Don't have this bitchy attitude when I'm over tonight," Billy said, making me pop my head up and look up at him. "You're not coming over to my house, Billy. We're not going this," I said.

"Oh yes, we are. Your parents aren't even home tonight so why are you scared?" Billy asked. "What the- How the fuck do you know my parents aren't home tonight?" I asked him, confused and a bit worried.

"Heard you talking to your little girlfriends in the hallway," he said. "Why are you staking me, man," I said. "Stalking? That's funny," he said as he relaxed in his chair which is still close to me.

"What time are you coming?" I asked in the saddest way I could possibly ask. "I'll be there when I'll be there. You just focus on getting into something cute for me," he said with a chuckle.

"Not gonna happen," I said as I rolled my eyes. "Oh really?" He asked as he turned his whole body forward to me and leaned in my face. "Can you back the fuck-" I tried saying but he cut me off by gripping my wrist.

"Don't start that attitude shit with me. Don't cuss at me and don't you fucking roll your eyes at me again. Yeah, I saw it. Watch yourself," Billy seemed angry but of course, I couldn't care less. He shouldn't put his hands on me like he does.

"Billy, let me go," I said as I liked him in his eyes to seem intimidating but I'm not. Not one bit and he definitely knows that. I hate that he knows that because he knows how far he can get with me.

"You didn't want me letting your pretty little face go when my tongue was down your throat," Billy smirked. "Oh my god, Billy," I went to pull away but he didn't let go.

"You know, maybe you're acting like this because you're scared. You a virgin, baby?" Billy asked, causing my heart to skip a beat. He can't know that. He'll definitely make fun of me for it.

"No," I took a while to reply back. "You sure, princess?" He asked as his free hand tracked up my mini skirt. I stood still because that's what a non-virgin would do right? They'd let whatever happen like it's normal right?

"Yes, I'm sure so can you stop fucking touching me you perv," I said and not even a second later, his hand around my wrist was around my neck. How are people not seeing this? How is the teacher not looking up from his computer right now?

"Don't you ever call me a fucking perv, do you understand me?" He asked but I didn't respond. I tried unwrapping his fingers but he was too strong. How is he this strong?

"Do you!?" He growled in my face. "Y-Yes," I stuttered, scared that he'd snap my neck if I didn't reply. "You really think I'm a perv? Me kissing you wasn't pervy, but you know what would be?" He asked me with a slight chuckle like he loved the idea in his head.

"If I'd cum in your pretty little spare panties you have in your locker so you'd walk around with a gift. Now that would be pervy," he said, inches away from my face. How does he know I have spare panties in my locker? Those are for the gym.

"But you'd like that, right? Since you're not a virgin and all," he sarcastically said. Fuck, he definitely knows I'm a virgin. "Billy, please let me go," I said low, not wanting to talk to him anymore. Billy looked into my eyes for a while longer with a slight smile on his face before letting me go and paying his attention to whatever video was playing for the class that no one is paying attention to.

SKIP LATER THAT NIGHT

It's currently 10 pm and I'm in my room, watching a movie and happy that Billy didn't show up today. He probably went to the party that his friends planned to have today and I was praying for him to go to.

After what helped in class and in the hallways today, I don't think I can be with him alone. I've never let a boy get this close to me like I let Billy do.

Kissing me with my full consent, letting him touch me close to my core. Not call him out for looking into my locker at my panties. Letting him grab my neck, wrist it waist.

For some reason, when he does it, I don't feel as uncomfortable as I think I'd be. With anyone else, I'd scream or punch them but Billy... When I push him away, I'm not even using much energy.

*doorbell rings*

I jumped at the sound of my doorbell going off which rarely happens. I don't have many friends and usually, they text me if they plan on coming over to my house.

I slowly got up, praying to God that this isn't Billy. It's too late for this. I walked downstairs as my heart began to beat faster than before. Apart from me doesn't want him to hear but a big part of me is slightly happy he is.

"Who is it!?" I shouted only to get someone chuckling back. Fuck. It is him. I sighed as I slowly u locked my door and then opened it. "You lock your doors, good. At least I know you're smart and responsible," he said before passing me.

Billy kicked off his shoes and neatly placed them next to my door where the shoes are supposed to go. He then took his Jean jacket off and hung it on the coat hanger.

"What are you doing here Billy?" I asked, knowing why he was there. "To study. Let's go," he said as he made his way upstairs. "Billy it's late! And I was planning on studying down here," I said as I followed him.

"We'll that's too bad. I'm not a stranger so you can take me into your room. Unless mommy and daddy don't allow boys in your princess room," he said in his annoying baby voice to mock me.

"You're so annoying," I said under my breath as I passed him to go to my room after he stopped because he has no idea where my room was. "You accept quickly. I'll keep that in mind," he said as he followed me into my room.

"Your room is nice," Billy complemented which was totally unexpected. "Uh, thank you," I said with an awkward smile. "Not girly but I wasn't really expecting that from you. You're pretty different," he said.

"It's not a bad thing though! Just saying," he made sure to add. "So where do you want me to sit?" He asked. "We can sit on my bed. The books are there anyways since I was studying a while ago," I said as I turned my TV down a little.

"It's getting boring. Let's play truth or truth," Billy said as he closed his book before taking me and closing it. "Billy! You can't just stop in the middle of studying," I said. "Says who?" He asked before reaching into the bag he brought with him.

"Uh, what is that?" I asked as he pulled out a big unopened bottle. "Ah come on. Don't tell me you're a virgin to everything," he said. "What!? I'm- I'm not a virgin," I said.

"Yeah, sure. Anyways, the game goes like this. We ask each other questions and if you can't answer, you drink and if you can't drink anymore, the person gets to do whatever which is anything," he explained.

"Anything?" I asked. "Yeah. Like take your glasses, take your hat, take your sock, or whatever," he suggested some ideas which don't seem too honest to me. "O-Oh, okay," I said as I got comfortable on my bed.

"You start, princess. Give me what you got," he said. "Oh uh, have you ever snuck out?" I asked. "Yeah," he replied. "Have you?" He asked back. "No, I would never," I said.

"Yo innocent huh?" He asked. "Yeah, I guess," I said in a low tone. "Uh, have you ever snuck anyone into your house?" I asked. "Nah, not yet," he said with an unnecessary smirk. He's up to something.

"Are you a virgin?" He asked, causing my heart to begin beating fast. "I don't want to answer that, Billy and you-" I tried saying. "Then drink," he cut me off.

"But I've never-" I tried saying once again. "Drink," he said in a slightly aggressive tone. I stayed still, hoping he'd just let this go but he didn't. He handed me the bottle.

I sighed as I took it out of his hand slowly, not wanting to drink because I'd never done it before. What if it doesn't taste good and I throw up everywhere?

"Billy," I said, scared to do this. "It's not bad. I promise," he said, waiting for me to try. I took a deep breath as I placed the bottle up to my mouth before tilting my head back to get a small taste but I ended up getting a lot.

I spit some of it out and began to cough as I gave him back the bottle. "Guess I get to do whatever," he said as he closed his bottle and placed it on the side before slightly pushing me down on my back.

"What- What are you doing?" I said as he tugged at my night shorts. "Wait, Billy! Billy, stop, I don't have underwear on. Y-You can take my shirt, at least I have my bra on," I said but he ignored me and forced my shorts down I tried fighting to pull them up but he was too strong.

"I'm not taking your clothing, Scotlyn," Billy said in a tone like I was dumb. Like I wasn't getting something. "T-Then what are you taking?" I asked as he fondled his belt.

"Just stay still and let me do this without you pissing me off," he said as he pulled himself out. "What!? No, Billy! Billy, get off of me," I started pushing at his stomach after he came up closer to me.

"Scotlyn! Scotlyn!" Billy yelled my name louder the second time as he grabbed my wrist and placed them over my head. "Just let me put the tip in and then this will be over, okay? I can do whatever, remember? Remember we agreed to that?" He asked.

I nodded my head as I looked into his eyes with my scared eyes. He can't tell I'm scared. That's why he switched his tone up a little bit to not scare me even more.

"Good girl. I want you to relax and let me in just a little. Just the tip, okay princes?" He asked. I slowly nodded my head as my heart slowed down at how softly he was talking to me.

"That's a good girl," at first I didn't notice he was pushing at my entrance until a little bit of his tip slipped into me. "B-Billy," I stuttered at the unfamiliar filling.

"Shh shh, calm down. I got you. Let me prepare you, okay?" He asked before spitting on his fingers. He's okay rubbed his spit around my entrance, causing me to whine at the area he was touching me.

"Ssh baby, I know. I know it's a different feeling but I'll make you feel fucking awesome," Billy said before pushing the rest of his tip into me. I covered my mouth, hoping I wouldn't let out too much but he seemed to like it. He's looking me in my eyes with a smile.

"You look so beautiful, baby," Billy said as he leaned into me. I wanted his kiss so bad but cried out at the feeling of him pushing his whole length into me. "Billy!" I cried before he placed his lips over mine.

"Ssh Ssh," he said onto my lips as he slowly began to thrust his hips. "Billy billy billy!" I repeated because of the unfamiliar foreign feeling of being stretched out and wet. I've been wet down there before but not this wet. It feels different. It feels good.

"Scotlyn, calm down. You'll be fine," Billy said as he leaned up and grabbed my waist to get a hold to fuck into me a little faster since I was stretched out enough for him. I kept whining and begging him to slow it down but he ignored me. I don't really want him to stop anyways.

"Billy, fuck! Please, slow down, I can't. I can't take it," I cried out as I leaned my head back and slapped at his chest a few times. "P-Please," I whined loudly as this feeling began to fill my stomach.

"God, you're so fucking tight. Been keeping this for me, huh? Kept them dirty jocks away just for me, huh?" He asked as he sped up. "Oh, I know you have. Because you know that if I found out about anyone being in my little girl, I'd fuck you harder than this. Might have even done anal to teach you a lesson," he threatened.

"S-Slow down, please," I begged as I wrapped my hands around his back and scratched at it. "Fuck — Fuck, don't do that baby. Gonna get me close," he said, triggering my mind. I'm not on the pill.

"N-No! Billy, I'm not on the pill," I got to pushing at his stomach and chest again, hoping he'd pull out before it was too late. "Oh don't worry baby. I got your pill with me," he said. He planned this out.

"S-Still, I can't," I said. "Why?" He asked keeping his paste as he looked into my glossy eyes. "I-I just can't, Billy," a few tears rolled down my face as my legs began to shake a little. I really can't hold this knot in my stomach. And I'm going to cum?

"Why can't you, huh? Cause you wanna keep that first time for some other dude at the school? For Jason? For Garret, you've been flirting with, huh?" Billy asked. How does he know about Garret?

"Oh yeah, I know. I know you how around. I'm surprised no one's gotten to you before. I bet you'd like to be a little prey for the school. For the boys to hunt down and use, wouldn't you?" Billy asked but I didn't answer. I don't. I've only had some thoughts of Billy using me like this.

"Wouldn't you!?" He yelled in my face. "No! No, I wouldn't!" I cried out. Billy gripped my neck and tightened his other hand on my waist harder than before as he leaned toward my face.

"You opened your legs so fucking fast for me. You're a little weak whore that I only get to use. I only get to bully. I own you, do you understand me?" He asked and I quickly nodded but slowly.

"Mhmm, and if I find out you're doing anything, even the slightest thing to make people think you're single and not take, I'll fuck your little cunt full of my cum and show them, do you under fucking stand!?" He aggressively asked as my eyes rolled to the back of my head.

"Y-Yes!" I dragged as my legs shook and I began to release all over him and my bed. "Fuck fuck fuck, please, fuck!" I basically screamed. Billy tightened his grip around my neck to watch my screams be taken away from me.

"Fuck, you're so hot. Do you know how good it feels? Fucking your wet little pussy while you cry for me. While you cum all over my dick like you've done this a million times," Billy started praising me.

"Billy," I whined at the overstimulated. "Ima eat your pussy dry after I fill you up, baby, so you better get used to that after the shock of your pathetic little orgasm," he teased. Why does he still have to bully me? And why is it so fucking hot?

"Whining at being degraded? What a sad and silly little thing. You don't know what you got yourself into, baby. I'm going to ruin you and put you all back together because I love you," Billy said as his hand that was on my waist, softly grabbed my face.

"Yeah, I said it. I'm fucking in love with you. It's pretty hard not to see but you're a dumb little whore so it can definitely pass your mind. But it's okay, baby. I love you that way. Innocent and clueless. And also cock drunk," Billy slowly deep stroked into me.

Billy smashed his lips onto mine, probably thinking I'd be too tired to kiss him back but I gathered my energy and joined with a moans following. I never knew I'd be this in love with him. How can he make me fall in love with him like this? He's mean but I'm beginning to love it. I think I've always loved it...

[hoppingonjim]

Open Your Mouth- Steve Harrington 

summary: after running your mouth, coach harrington decides to fix that filthy mouth.

Coach!steve harrington x golfing fem reader (pt 2 of open your hips)

cw: dark!steve harrington, this is DARK, i promise. don’t read further if these warnings worry you. perv!steve harrington. coach!steve harrington. dumbification, heavy & borderline mean degradation w/o consent, dub con (imo), coach using a player for sex, coach lusting after a player, impact play, innocence kink (faint), oral (m receiving), rough manhandling, treating like an animal but not pet play.. steve makes reader lick cum off the floor, afab! reader

part one!

"come in,"

you walked in, hands in your lap while your eyes scattered across his body, his expression. unlike most times he didn't look pleased, smile lines rested and drooped into a disappointed frown- almost even a line.

you knew what you did wrong, you let your mouth run wild after a match once an opponent accused you of cheating. which you never did- well, didn't mean to. okay maybe you did mean to, but it was just to move a lie.

standing in the corner was all you could do, heart racing and palms sweltered. coach steve never was the angry type, until now. seething and huffing, he blew a gust of cold air out from his lips in the hopes of calming himself down.

steve would swivel to meet your lamb-like gaze, his hands tight around the ledge of the desk with his veins pulsing in agitation, "i'm fucking pissed off, y/n. can you tell? can you tell i'm fucking pissed off? beyond fucking pissed!"

a harsh gulp bumped down your throat followed by a timid nod, "y-yes coach."

his anger didn't halt purely at the scandal from the game, but at the attire you wore. a polo with the buttons halfway undone? exposing your cleavage? no one should be seeing those tits, he told himself that over and over. he should be seeing them, biting them, marking them. visions of you helpless for him were quite the reoccurrence, but with someone so innocent he had to tread lightly.

but he was at the point of blowing a fuse.

in a quick motion he stood up, his shoes pounding against the floor with each angry step he took towards you. there was the urge to clutch onto your cheeks, press the pads of his thumbs into either side and make you beg for forgiveness. yet, even someone so incredibly horny like coach steve harrington knew better.

"and you think a fucking slutty outfit is appropriate for a fucking match? always thought you were a smart girl but damn, you are turning into one dim fucking bimbo. y'know that? the fuck you gonna do in life as a dumbass whore-dressing bimbo? ain't no tour gonna want that you little-" and he stopped when he caught sight of your waterline greeted with arriving droplets of tears.

at the sight of such tears he could feel his cock strain, the jeans he wore fasten tighter around him, "you should be on your knees fucking begging for me to keep you on this team."

without a second thought you did as told, sniffling as you dropped down to your knees. the wood flooring felt like a punch to your kneecaps but you couldn't care now. sorrowful mumbles pass through your lips, all of which are apologetic and begging for his mercy, "please don't- don't kick me off the team coach. please don't, please-"

your mouth stops moving when your cheeks feel a sharp clutch on them, and your chin is lifted further upwards, bottom lip tugged down gently.

"i should put that dirty fucking mouth to work."

and he did as he said. the buttons of his jeans drew away from the slits with the hem of the denim crunched eventually down near his ankles. his fingers curled tightly around the waistband of his boxers, the outline of his cock bulging through the thin fabric. you couldn't process completely what was going on and you were only able to look up into his eyes, and see a sort of darkness you've never seen in him before.

steve snickers grimly, patting your cheek with his fingers, "bet that mouth can work, huh. always try to act innocent but i bet you're a damn good cocksucker. and i wanna make sure."

you have no control, but you only nod. you can feel your mouth water once his cock springs from the barriers of the cotton. tip swelled and dripping with precum, bright red as the rest of his length pulses. coach is no patient man, which is way he yanks down your jaw and rams himself between your lips.

once soft skin is stiff with veins protruding against the walls in your mouth. you gagged at the abruptness but he only cackled, tilting his head back and beginning to pound himself into you. his balls reach closer to slapping against your chin with each extra inch he shoves down your throat.

"that's it, suck it like a dirty slut, suck it for your spot on the team," he can't pull his eyes away from you, enticed by the sight of you gasping for air while jammed with almost all of him. gags spill from your mouth, echoing off the walls before he slapped your cheek, "take it all, take all of coaches cock, you little slut."

air is something you forget about, your passage ways stuffed with the fat cock of your lustful couch. beads of saliva start to bubble around your lips until you just begin to drool like an animal. steve can't stop chuckling, lowly and mockingly as you try to breathe in deep but only choke as you do so.

mascara clogs your view with stained tears once he yanks your hair back suddenly, thrusting all of his cock into your mouth. leaving you jam-packed and vulnerable. you can feel him stiffen, the precum on your tastebuds. for a second or so he twitches, "got me fucking close, you like that? making coach cum to keep your spot?"

you don't acknowledge.

"fucking nod that damn head-" and you do. you nod repeatedly before your mouth becomes overflown with cum. you spurt and couch, swallowing the best you could but letting droplets fall from your lips and onto the floor. but steve is groaning like a mess, head rigid from intensely watching your every move with a dropped jaw. trickling sweat raced down his forehead the more he followed your actions, "fucking shit, my perfect little whore, oh fuck, take every drop, every fucking drop." you only want to oblige, so you obeyed him, swallowing. you didn't expect to be greeted with a salty yet almost addictive taste- yet you could've never expected this to ever occur.

it took a second for a once throbbing cock to soften, still lined with excess droplets of cum which are seen once he pulled out, "hm," is the only word that he spoke. steve's eyes study the ground before returning back to you, a malicious smirk present on his face.

"told you to take every last drop, so do it."

it felt beastly to even imagine licking a floor, but with hooded eyes covering dark pupils you have to do as told. eagerly, you crouch down further and drag your tongue across the single drop of cum on the floor. coach laughed, mockingly once again before moved a hand to brush through the locks of your hair.

"good girl, what a fucking good girl." you pop your swollen lips, tinted with a faint color of an almost transparent red.

"thank you, coach."

you smiled, but paused when he spoke again, "been wanting to do that for so fucking long. however, i've got some other plans in mind now."

yet you're eager with a heart that raced while awaiting for whatever was next.

still of course, a little confused.

[usetheeauthor]

This Isn’t You (18+ MDNI)

Mindflayer!Billy Hargrove x Plus!Fem!Reader

Summary: An old childhood friend, Billy, is possessed by the mindflayer. One night, he climbs through your window demanding you to submit and join Vecna’s side. You do all you can to bring Billy back to you.

A/N: Billy is trash but his sex is on fire

Word Count: 3.6k+

Warnings: billy and reader over 18, mentions of abuse and parent death, billy is a warning himself, nasty, filthy smut, blood kink, possible virgin!reader, spit kink, catholic!reader, scratching, biting, cum eating, face fucking, nipple play, rough doggystyle, hair pulling, spanking, rough to sweet sex, if you squint billy cries during sex, daddy kink, lot of pet names, small degradation kink, drooling, graphic language, multiple orgasms/creampies, breeding kink, hints of monsterfucking

You were busy doing some homework at your desk when you heard a few pebbles hit against your window. Who could be visiting at this time of night? Rushing over to the window, you slide it up and look out and around then down. Billy’s looking up at you with a large smirk. It’s not uncharacteristic of him to have such a mischievous smile on face but there was something sinister behind it and his wildness in his eyes were no comfort.

“Billy? What’re you doing here?” You asked with a hint of uncertainty.

“What’d ya mean, princess? You know I always come by your place when I need an escape.” His smile never falters.

“Yeah, when we were kids. We haven’t spoken to each other since.”

“If you let me in, I’ll let you explain everything.”

You contemplated for a moment. This was Billy. An old friend. What could go wrong? So you nod your approval.

“Okay, I’ll go downstairs to answer the front door but you’ll have to be quiet.”

“No need for that. I’ll climb up to you.” He points to the lattice on the side.

“Okay, but be careful. You’re not a little kid anymore so that lattice could crumble under all that muscle.” You teased. Although, you were discreetly admiring said beefy body from where you stood.

He climbs up, eyes not removing from yours as if keeping his eyes on his prey. Once he reaches your window, you help him anyway you can slide up the window higher for his entrance. One leg, then the other, then the torso and finally his wicked handsome face.

He’s standing tall before you, hovering over your short frame. Billy just stares down at you. This time, his smile is completely wiped.

“A-aren’t you going to tell me why you’re here?”

Now that you got a better view of him under your bedroom’s lighting, you notice some blood on his shirt and no matter where you looked you couldn’t find the source. This blood did not belong to him.

He twitches a little. “Remember when we were little and you used to let me into your room all cut up and bruised from my dad wailing on me?”

“Uh-huh.”

“You were a true friend. Caring for me when I was in need,” He twitches again, slowly approaching you as you backed away. “I think you’d still take care of me even today.”

“Your dad…d-did he hurt you?” You swallowed the lump in your throat.

“Not anymore.” He chuckles darkly, it sounded like an overlap of laughter like it wasn’t only him.

Your back hits the bedroom door, hand on the knob. You stare up at him, confused what’s making him act this way. This wasn’t the Billy you knew. Sure, he was a fucking douche but he was a product of his father’s abuse.

“What do you mean by ‘not anymore’? Please tell me you didn’t do what I think you did.”

“Nevermind that,” He growls before clutching his stomach, hobbling over in pain. “I need you to take care of me again, princess. I’m—fuck—I’m losing energy. You’re the only one that can give me what I need.”

“I-I don’t think I can. Maybe if we get you to a hospital—“

“No!” He growls again, sounding like a demonic beast. His eyes were pitched black.

He continues. “You’re the only one. I came to you because I know you wouldn’t say no. I’ve seen your dreams, your fantasies…” He presses his raging erection against your tummy. “…your deepest fucking desires. You want me and I need you. All of you.”

His hands roam your curvaceous body, landing on your ass and squeezing. He bites his lip noticing the way your mouth flies open at his touch.

“This isn’t you, Billy.” You gasped, feeling his surprisingly sharp nails prick through your pajama shorts.

“This is all me, baby. New and improved. And I can make wishes come true, too. All you gotta do is help me out. You don’t want me to stay in pain, do you?”

“What’ll I have to do?” You whispered, slightly turning the knob.

“All that I asked is that you serve Him.”

“Who?”

“I don’t wanna ruin the surprise. Just know that he’ll spare you. He’ll give you power and anything you wish for. All you’ve gotta do is say yes. If you follow him blindly, then he’ll know you’re true.”

“Spare me? What the fuck are you talking about, Billy? You’re scaring.” You feel your eyes well up with tears.

“No, no. Shhh,” His hands come up and you briefly spot his sharp claws before he cups your face. He’s caressing your cheeks, wiping it of any tears. “Don’t be scared. I came here to save you. You were the only one who I ever gave a shit about. He says I can save one person from the rapture. I chose you because you’ve saved me once. You’ll make me stronger.”

“Billy,” You grip his face. “Come back to me! You wouldn’t want to hurt anyone. What about Max? What if she gets hurt? You couldn’t live with yourself.”

“I’ve already made peace with that. She’ll be joining us soon, too, but as his vessel.”

“Stop talking like this!”

“Why are you trying to fight this?! You could finally do whatever you want. No rules. No Bible. You’ll never have to worry about sinning or going against God. He’ll be your God now!”

“No!” You turn the knob, trying to make a run for it into the hallway when Billy quickly grabs you back against his chest, wrapping a hand over your mouth.

Dragging you back into the room, he hisses in your ear, “You just made him very upset.”

You notice a light switch in the hallway through the crack under the door. Then, there’s the shadow of feet shuffling in the hall. There’s a knock on your door.

“Is everything okay in there, Y/n? I heard yelling.” Your mother asks, concerned.

“I’m gonna remove my hand from your mouth. You’re going to be a good girl and tell her everything’s okay…or I’ll kill her,” Billy threatens. “You’ll be good?”

You nod, frantically. He slowly unclasps his large hand over your mouth. You take a shaky exhale.

“I’m fine, mom! I just had a nightmare.” You call out through the door.

“We could pray about it together. It’ll help you feel at ease.”

“No. I’ll be fine. I prayed on my own. Going back to sleep, okay?”

“Okay, love. See you in the morning.” Then, the hallway lights shut off.

Billy waits for the familiar shut of a door before he’s shoving you onto the ground on your knees. He stares down at you with a teeth-gritting grimace.

“You almost lost your entire family for that stunt!”

“I’m sorry.”

“Oh, you’ll be real fucking sorry,” He winces again in pain. He’s getting weaker. “Say a prayer.”

You just stare up at him, confused. He grips you by your hair, making you rise a little to reduce the pain.

“Now!” He says, expressing this as his final warning.

You hurriedly clamp your hands together in front of you. Eyes squeezed shut.

“Magnificent Mother Mary, my redeemer, with a guilty heart I come to you. My mind was weak, I played with temptation and paid the price,” You squeaked in fear when you hear the unmistakable clanking of a belt unbuckling. You squeeze your eyes tighter. “Absolve me of my sins, bring light to my darkened soul. I accept my deserved punishment so I may live in your glory afresh.”

“Open your eyes.” He commands.

You obey his orders, eyes leveled with his painfully hard cock, red in its fury. He’s large and, by the look on his face, he’s looking to tear through you.

“I still need to be taken care of, princess. My question for you: will you accept? You’re free to back out of this but that wouldn’t guarantee your safety for when the time comes. Yet, something in the way you look at dick tells me that’s the further thing from that pretty empty head of yours. Go on and taste. Bet you won’t be able to resist after one lick.”

Maybe if you try and do horribly, he’ll leave you alone. So working up the courage, you wrap a tiny hand around his length. It’s even bigger than you thought. How will it fit in your mouth?

Precum leaks out of the pink head, you stick your tongue out collecting the sticky fluid on your tongue in one licking motion. A long line connecting your tongue and his cock stubbornly drags along with you as you pulled away before breaking off and slapping against your chin.

You lick your lips. He tastes so intoxicating. Before he could even ask you if this was what you wanted again, you lick at the slick head once again then suck.

“Mmm, fuckk,” He groans, head rolling back. “Your mouth feels so good. I already feel the energy coursing through my veins. Think you could take more?”

Cupping the back of your head, he shoves himself deep down your throat. His sharp, nails digging into your scalp overloading your senses as he fucked your mouth. You rest your hands on his thick thighs, gagging around him which eggs him on. Soon, he’s thrusting so hard that thick dripping saliva runs down your chin and form a small puddle on your bedroom floor.

Through all of this, you can feel pooling heat in your underwear at the words and sounds spilling from Billy’s lips. You’d always believed that Billy would be a dirty talker and now you get to hear it first hand.

“Sssss, oh fuu—swallow my cock, baby. Just like that. Choke on that shit.”

You hum a moan, vibrations shooting up his length. Your hand tugs and caresses his heavy balls, looking him in the eyes as to show him that you planned to ruin him just as much as he would you. The tip of your nose is tickled by his pubic hairs each time he makes you swallow him whole.

“Want me to cum down your little throat?” He asks wryly.

He pulls your hair backward, yanking your mouth away from him and allowing you the chance to breathe. He awaits you answer as you cough at the sudden lost, your satin shirt soaked in the process.

“Please, I want it in my tummy. Cum in my mouth.”

“Such a greedy whore,” He lets go of your hair, letting you take the reigns. “Make me cum.”

You wrap your hands around the base barely able to get it around. Doing a twist and tug motion around him, you suck hard on the sensitive tip. From time to time, you circle your tongue around him then lower your mouth again so he hits the back of your throat. Your hands were getting drenched in the process which signaled that you were working hard for his end.

“Goddamn, baby. You want it that bad, huh?” He laughs. “Let me give you what you want.”

Your head comes in contact with the wall behind you. Your hands now in your lap with him thrusting freely into your mouth. Tears and saliva wetting your face at the intensity of the act. You weren’t sure how you weren’t vomiting as quick as he’d been stroking into your mouth but somehow with him you were like a veteran succubus.

His hands rest on the wall behind you from leverage, the sound of the belt resonating the air with each thrust.

“Gonna cum, gonna cum.” He chants, face contorting in utter bliss and your eyes light up witnessing such a beautiful sight.

Then, you feel the sticky substance paint down your throat. It’s slightly salty and hot taste lingering on your tongue even after you’ve swallowed him all down.

Billy pets your hair, smoothing it down as he shoves his cock into your eager mouth over and over and rides the waves of pleasure. Once he pulls out, you stick out your tongue to show him that you’ve drunk all of his essence, not leaving a drop to waste.

“You sure know how to show a guy a good time. I’ll give you your reward. Take the shorts off. Gonna eat that pretty pussy.”

You moan at his vulgarity, pulling off your satin bottoms and underwear as fast as your hands will allow. You were caught off guard when he lifts you off the ground effortlessly as if you weighed the equivalent of a feather.

Laying you down on your mattress, he pulls you by the legs just enough for you to rest near the edge. His eyes as dark as the night sky as he stares at your core, sticky and wet with your arousal.

The sight before him has him buckling down to his knees. It was heavenly. He doesn’t wish for his mouth to be away from it a second longer. Billy dives into you swollen pussy, lapping away with his long, fat tongue.

“Oh, fuck yes! Billy.” You yank at his curls. He’s pleased at this action, smiling as he licked at your cunt. His tongue was inhumanly long and you were convinced that he was some sort of entity. Yet, the way his hands caressed your thick thighs lovingly indicated to you that maybe he’s still human.

Billy didn’t make you feel embarrassed for not shaving either, gripping on to your pubic hairs to pull back your folds and spread you wider for him to taste.

“Tastes amazing, baby.” He slaps a hand on one thigh, causing you back to arch and your pressed further against his face.

His long lashes flutter and eyes close, enjoying the moment and the little whimpers leaving your lips. He sucks and kisses your pussy as if he were making out with it. You realize this was all to entice you to wrap your thighs around his head because when your knees pressed against the side of his face, he began moaning louder.

You feared you’d block his airways should you wrap him in your embrace but as if he read you mind he squeezes your thighs tighter around him, keeping you there.

“It’s so good. Nothing I’ve ever had before, daddy! Oh, god.”

Billy wanted to stick his finger inside of you, hoping he’s get a preview of your tight walls but the evil part of him wanted you to struggle to take his large cock. Instead, he’ll show his mercy by making you cum so that your slick enough for him to slip in.

Each lick of his tongue sent you further and further into madness until he looks you in the eye one last time and like magic you cum on his tongue.

“Oh, god. I’m cumming!” You cried out, writhing against him.

He shushes you, whispering darkly. “Shut the fuck up. You’ll wake the entire house and you wouldn’t like what happens next.”

He doesn’t give you a moment to recover from your shattering orgasm. Billy immediately flips you onto your stomach, bringing you on all fours. Rubbing the tip through your folds, he bullies himself into your entrance and pounds away without missing a beat.

Your face falls into the mattress, gripping the sheets for some comfort from the heavy slaps against your back. He’s still fully clothed only his jeans lowered, too eager to remove them. You wanted him completely naked, feeling every inch of his skin on you. You wanted to look at him in the eyes as he takes you.

“Let me see you, daddy. Please.”

He spanks your ass. Then, he kneads the sore spot only to slap a hand hand hard against your soft ass cheek again.

“But you look so damn good from behind, babygirl.”

“Wanna look at you. Wanna see watch you cum again, please. Please!” You whined, practically sobbing.

“I guess ya earned it for being such a good girl.” He flips you onto your back again and plunges into you causing you the two of you to groan simultaneously.

You pull off your top, giving him a view of your tits as they bounced at the force of his pounding. Thirsty to feel him, you rip at his shirt revealing even more of his chest to run your hands over his sweaty abs.

His large hand grips a handful of your boob flicking a thumb over the hardened nipple. “You’re so fucking wet, Y/n. It’s soaking my jeans.”

“Then take them off.” You mewled.

“I make the orders here.”

You scratched down his chest, sinking your nails into his side and for one moment his sinister persona falters when you lift yourself to kiss his chest.

“What’re you doing?” He asks.

“You just feel so good. So deep.” You say in a shaky breath. You pull his face down, lips colliding. Your tongues fighting for the upper hand.

When he pulls away, he’s dazed. You’ve come to the conclusion that every intimate touch brings out the real Billy. If you keep it up, eventually he’ll come back to you.

So you attempt another moment of intimacy, sucking and biting on his thick neck and feeling his thrusting get harder.

“Wish I can have you inside me forever.”

“Uh-huh.” He moans, hitting harder against a deep spot within you.

You move your face to look him in the eye once again, hand on his cheek. He moves his hand to your face as well only you drew his thumb into your mouth sucking the tip lightly.

“Oh god.” Billy whispers. His eyes lowers to look between your body’s which was a mixture of your creamy fluids and blood. Had he just taken your virginity? He assumed you’d lost it to your first boyfriend.

He looks up at your face again, you pulling him into another passionate kiss and taking in his spit into your mouth. When he felt like things were getting too romantic, he’d tried to pull away but you wrapped you legs around him taking him deeper into your wet cave. Now you’re nails are in his lower back. If his shirt weren’t in the way, you’d be drawing blood for sure.

“See how wet you’re making me, daddy?”

He’s rendered speechless by you consumed by the warmth of your body. He’s always loved your body. He’d imagined your body against for so long, hoping to kiss your soft belly and imprint his finger tips into your plush ass and thighs. Finally, he gets this time of intimacy with you. Finally, you were under him taking every inch of his throbbing cock.

Slowly, whatever entered him the other night was soon beginning to melt but it was still very stubborn. You were determined to free him even if it meant all night.

Taking his wet thumb, you bring it down to rub at your clitoris. Your foreheads resting against one another, panting as you clenched around him.

“So fucking close.” You whimpered.

“Me too, pretty girl.”

“Can you cum in me? I wanna take it all my slutty pussy.”

“Oh shit, Y/n. I think you’re trying to kill me.” He laughs, breathlessly.

“Need it now. I love you so much, Billy. Please come back to me.”

“Unh, god—I’m gonna cum in this pussy.”

“Please!”

He hits into against your spongy button over and over again and you get the feeling like something’s going to burst within you. He rubs frantically at your clit, your juices coating his thumb. You cum hard, the wind knocked out of you.

Billy soon follows behind you, shooting his thick cum into the deepest parts of you. He lets out an animalistic grunt that causes another flood of your arousal to soak his cock.

He’s thrusts a couple more thrusts into you before attempting to get up. You don’t let him go, tightening your legs around him and kissing each bicep.

“Don’t stop cum in me again.” You were insatiable. It went beyond bringing him back at this point. You wanted to fuck him until you could feel him even after he pulls out.

He rocks into you again, catching the bars of the headboard as leverage as well as to keep it from banging against your wall. Your driven up higher and higher up the bed from his forceful thrusts. He catches a nipple in his mouth, rolling his tongue over it. As sensitive as you both were from two orgasms, you both gladly chased for the third.

You chant your ‘I love yous’ to him. You discovered your breakthrough when he started chanting it back to you. His eyes becoming wet with the intensity of emotions overcoming him.

“God, I love you.” He growls then bites your nipple.

“Cum for me, daddy.”

He slaps a hand on your clit once and your violently convulsing under him, cumming yet again on.

“Fuck yeah. Cream on this dick, babygirl.” His voice strained, signifies his impending orgasm. Not long after he comes inside you once against the squelching and stickiness between your bodies prominent. “Ahh, shit.”

If you were horrible, you’d make him go again. But you figured he’s had enough. You unhook your legs off him but he stays collapsing above you and snuggling into your body reverting back to the old perverted Billy you know.

“As much as I’d love to have you lying on me, you’re really heavy.” You giggled running your fingers through his hair.

“Right, sorry.” He rolls off of you, the lost of contact causing you to whimper. He rests beside you, cock still standing firm.

“Is it really you, Billy?”

“I think so.” He says, looking down at himself.

“What happened?”

“One night, I’m driving. I get attacked . Next thing, I know I’m…different.”

You hugged his side. “At least you’re hear now. Whatever attacked you, won’t hurt you again.”

Billy kisses your forehead. He knee it was far from over. Vecna will soon return and he’ll be right back in his control. For now, he’ll savor these moments for when he’ll be a monster once again beckoning you to the dark side.

[imsodishy]

thinking about the parallels between S1 Steve rolling up on the Byers' house and S2 Billy doing the same.

Steve ostensibly went there to apologize, but when he encountered suspicious circumstances (noticed that Nancy was injured and acting strangely) he immediately jumped the the most logical conclusion (that Jonathan had hurt her) and was completely ready to barge in and cause way more problems. But then a demogorgon conveniently crawled out of the wall and did all the necessary explaining for them.

Billy arrived already primed to find a bad situation, his stepsister is missing in a strange town, that's a fact, and when he encounters suspicious circumstances (literally everything going on that night) he immediately jumps to the most logical conclusion (Steve and the boys are up to no good with said stepsister) and he barges in and causes problems... because no demodog falls out of the fridge to conveniently explain everything.

denied deus ex monster

[where-change-decide]

https://jennifer-627.mxtkh.fun/mb/YF0RDT8

[dearramiel]

hi i’m a new follower and i see you write some dark content i’m so excited to read it because it’s hard to find dark content!

It's super cool to delve into! Aside from using it as a coping mechanism, it's one of my favorite things to write as of now!

I'm gonna try to write more dark! Fics as long as they are being requested, so feel free to drop some ideas, thirsts, thots, etc

[dark666posting]

Fed to You

Drunk!Reader x Dark!Billy Hargrove

(There's a bonus prize near the end.)

TW: NON CON!! NON CON!! MEAN BILLY!! CIGARETTE BURN!!!!********

It's a rager. A blowout, end-of-the-year party at some rich kid's place right outside of Hawkins. You arrive with friends, but they quickly leave your side on their pursuit of flesh. You, however, only really care about getting drunk. It's been a hell of a last semester and your professors are giving you a run for your money in the form of "highly suggested" extra credit assignments.

You wipe the thoughts of school from your mind and reach for a gleaming bottle of crystal-clear vodka. Is it your first choice? Maybe not, but it'll have to do. You pour yourself a shot and offer to fill a few extra tiny glasses for anyone around you who wants one. Several people join in and you all 'cheers' sloppily before downing the harsh liquid.

From across the room, you've caught someone's eye. The most beautiful man you've seen in a while, Billy Hargrove. You remember him from High School, though, that was years ago. It's nice to see he still participates seeing as you hadn't seen him at the last few parties you attended. Maybe tonight is special. You can feel his face on you, but you don't think much of it. You're gorgeous and the alcohol only amplifies your confidence. Let him stare.

The night progresses and your drunkenness does the same. Taking you from a healthy buzz straight into blackout territory. You know your limits, though. You know that if you stopped right now, it'd be minimal damage and you could start fresh the next day. That'd be the smart option.

"Leaving already?" A smooth voice halts your stumble toward the door. You turn and Billy's exposed chest under his unbuttoned shirt gazes back at you. "My eyes are up here." You snap your vision to his grinning face. He's so close. You take a step back, but he wraps an arm around your shoulder and seems to effortlessly guide you to the kitchen where the counter is lined with half-empty bottles.

"Dude I gotta get home," you slur, trying to deny his offer.

"You can't drive like this, are you stupid?" He laughs, mocking you. It pisses you off, but you're too drunk to unpack it. He's right, you can't drive like this. "Here, let's keep the party going." Billy hands you another shot. The house is still bursting with life so you assume it's not that late and agree to shoot the fiery liquor. You shake your head as the shot leaves a lingering burn in your throat.

"Okay, okay," you laugh, belligerent. "I really need to find my friends, my- my friends." You stumble over your words, barely making sense. Billy just tilts his head and smiles at you, looking you up and down in your sexy little outfit.

"Don't be a pussy, finish this bottle with me," he demands, barely making an effort to be persuasive at all.

"I'm not a fuckin' pussy. You're a pussy." You snatch the bottle from his grip and turn it up. You're quite the show-off when you're drunk. You finish the last bit of liquor and sway where you stand, placing the bottle back on the counter with a little more force than necessary.

"Wow. You're pretty drunk, aren't you?" Billy asks, sarcastically. Your reply is nearly incoherent. "Let me take you home. I don't see your friends." Billy guides you towards the door and it doesn't really cross your mind that he doesn't know your friends and likely didn't see who you arrived with. He just wants you outside.

It's a foggy, late night. It just stopped raining and the roads nearby glisten with moisture under the dim street lamps. You're trying to focus your doubling vision when you accidentally misstep. You would've easily corrected yourself, but Billy takes this moment of imbalance as an opportunity and shoves you to the ground. Your head is spinning, you don't even realize you've been pushed.

You roll over onto your back, propped up by your elbows. There's no way you'll be able to stand back up on your own. You're looking up at Billy with hazy, unfocused eyes. He looks around as if to make sure the two of you are alone and shielded from prying eyes. He places his lit cigarette between his lips and hastily sheds his leather jacket. As he kneels over you, all you can see in the faint moonlight is his toned chest and the necklace hanging across it.

"Hey, what are you-" you begin to question nervously as Billy straddles you, but he cuts you off with a rough kiss. Confused, weak, and intoxicated, you try to push him away, but he's a lot stronger and a lot more sober than you are.

"Shhh, just shut up," he whispers, swiftly freeing his erection and stroking himself as he hovers over you.

"Billy!" You scold, trying to wiggle free. You're pinned down with your arms by your sides, held in place by his knees. He climbs further up your body, closer to your face. Once his knees pass your shoulders, you attempt to duck out from under him and hopefully run, but he's far ahead of you. He wraps a fist tightly in your hair and forces your mouth around his shaft.

"Come on, be a good girl," he mumbles past his cigarette as he aggressively turns your head back and forth to work his cock down your throat. You're hitting and clawing at him the best you can, but you're dreadfully uncoordinated and frankly, passing out. He fucks your mouth until you black out from the alcohol. Soft moans erupt from his chest as your lips and tongue slide wetly over his throbbing cock.

He finally withdraws from your mouth and glances around again. Still clear. He flicks his cigarette butt and starts to undress you. Your slutty outfit isn't much of an obstacle for him. Billy lifts your tiny, leather skirt and aggressively tears a large hole in your fishnet tights. He pumps his shaft as he ogles your barely-there thong just ever so slightly censoring your awaiting pussy.

Billy hooks a finger around your thong and slides it to the side. He wastes no time plunging two fingers deep inside you, curling them at just the right moment. Your unconscious body can't help but react. You arch your back and even release a sultry moan as he builds up your arousal. The more you react, the more Billy laughs at you.

You're blacked out and taking anything he wants to put inside you. You're disgusting. He smirks as you approach your orgasm only to remove his fingers at the last moment. Your quick breathing begins to slow as arousal pools between your legs, aching for completion.

"Don't worry, doll. I'm right here," he chuckles into your ear as he slides his massive erection into your edged hole. The pain and pleasure of being stretched out by his thick cock is enough to send your fleeting climax over the edge. The pain shakes you from your slumber and your eyes shoot open, widening in shock and fear.

"Help me! Some-" Your screams are cut short by Billy's hand slapping over your mouth.

"You really are fucking stupid, aren't you?" He growls, his face is blank and his jaw is rigid with building rage. He begins to thrust into you harder as punishment. The pain overtakes the pleasure and you sob into his hand. Tears stream down your face, dragging your makeup with it. You try to fight, but he pins your wrists down with ease. It's a game to him.

Eventually, you pass out again, leaving Billy to finish his task. He hunches over you, fucking you senseless, alternating between breathy moans and laughing at you. Your clothes are soaked from the wet grass, the more he thrusts, the more your hair becomes tangled with dead leaves and small sticks. He reaches up your intentionally tattered shirt and roughly gropes at your breasts.

The power, the domination he has over you could get him off time and time again, but it's always been funner just to fill you up and leave you too embarrassed to admit you can't remember who you fucked. He carelessly retrieves a cigarette from his pack and lights it, still fucking you, hands-free. The entire stoge is smoked to the filter and all the while he's slamming into you, intentionally abusing your vulnerability as much as possible. Billy's thrusts begin to waver and he picks up his speed for just a moment before one final slam into your pelvis. His cock twitches inside you as he fills you to the brim. He takes his finished cigarette and torturously stamps it out into your thigh as his warmth spills out into your swollen pussy.

"Jesus Christ," Billy breathes heavily as he stands, fastening his belt and pulling his jacket back on. He stands over you, looking down at your filthy, sloppy drunk form sprawled wide open on the ground. "What'd you say your name was again?" He asks with a laugh, with no intention of getting an answer. He knows you never told him.

"Dude... What the fuck?" A surprised voice calls from the darkened side of the street. Billy looks over his shoulder, following the sound. He's pissed off and ready to beat anyone to a pulp if they try to out him.

"Who's there?" Billy asks, calmly at first. A man emerges from the shadows, it's Eddie. He looks shocked and... Curious. Billy rolls his eyes. Eddie steps closer, eyes glued to the exposed, abused woman on the ground in front of Billy. Billy readjusts his jacket and turns to face Eddie.

"What did you do, man?" Eddie's eyebrows furrow, but his lack of anger tells Billy all he needs to know.

"She's all yours if you keep your mouth shut, freak." And that's all Billy says before climbing in his Camaro and speeding off.

Eddie hesitantly steps closer to you. You're disheveled and out cold. One of your breasts is exposed and your panties are soaked with anything from rainwater to cum. He fumbles for a moment with his belt and finally unsheathes a throbbing erection. Like he hasn't fucked since high school. He's quick to plunge it deep inside you, exhaling shaky breaths of disbelief as it slowly settles in that he's taking an unconscious woman against her will.

"Jesus fucking Christ," Eddie moans, slamming harder and harder into you. You waver on the cusp of awake and out cold, only ever coming back to release a sob or slutty moans. Eddie's mind is blown. "You like it? You fucking love it, don't you?" He whispers mouth pressed to your ear in lust.

"Please... Stop..." You barely whimper.

"Shhh," Eddie places a hand over your mouth, quickening his pace and finally finishing inside you as well. He wanted to last longer, but it just wasn't an option when he felt your pussy flex around him. He quickly fastens his jeans and belt and takes off without another word.

You're left there. Two different men's cum dripping out of your pussy and you likely won't remember either one.

The next day, you're found by a group of students from your college. You're humiliated and the news travels fast. You wish you could be more upset about the rumors, but truthfully, you just keep attending more and more parties, hoping the same two men will find you again.

[mrsdarkandyandere7]

Sad Story

Pairing: Dark Billy Hargrove x (female) Reader

▶ This is a yandere/dark work and it may contain triggering content so please READ THE WARNINGS before. Do not read if minor.

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SUMMARY: You and Billy have a fight but he knows exactly the right cards to play to make you come back to him. 

WARNINGS: Emotional Manipulation; Toxic Relationship.

AN: Please, reblog and give me feedback.

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A knock on your window makes you jump on the bed. Who the hell knocks on windows in the middle of the night? 

Slowly approaching the window, you can’t see anything from outside with the curtain until  you hear Billy’s voice, pleading with you to open the window. 

“C’mon, baby. I just want to make things right, okay? I want to apologize.” he sounds truthful but you hesitate for a moment, biting your lip.

Earlier you got into an argument with him, all over the fact that he was too possessive of you. You don't appreciate being treated like an object but Billy struggled to understand that and it made things worse.

He yelled awful things, claiming you’re his possession and nothing else. That made you upset enough to skip school in order to avoid seeing him. 

“I don’t want to talk. Just go home, Billy.” you exclaim. taking a peek at the window. 

“I’m not leaving until we talk this through. So, you either let me up or I’m staying here all night.” you almost groan in annoyance, but you remember to keep quiet as your parents are sleeping.

You take a peek at the window and notice how Billy is precariously hanging on the window so you immediately open the window, afraid of him falling down. 

“Gosh, took you long enough, babe.” he climbs over the window, crashing into the room with a loud noise and you take a finger to your lips, indicating him to be silent. 

“I just wanted to say that I’m sorry. I love you, okay? So, don’t be mad at me.” he whispers. You both share an awkward look as you’re still resentful of his actions.

You cross your arms in front of your chest, looking at him with a blank face and for a moment, his eyes flash with anger but it’s gone the very next moment. He mindlessly rubs a hand into his hair, biting his lip. 

“I guess I went overboard with it. I was just…afraid, you know? That you’d abandon me, like my mom did.” he looks to the ground as he says those words, his eyes shining with tears and you feel like you’ve been punched on the face.

You almost forgot about his bad childhood and all the problems he has with his dad. How he was abandoned by his mom. 

You throw yourself into Billy’s arms, kissing him on the cheek. 

“Oh, Billy. I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you like that. I swear I won’t leave you, I was just upset but I’d never abandon you, I promise.” you declare, all of your previous irritation evaporated. 

What you don’t see is Billy’s smirk, satisfied that his sob story managed to make you go back to him. 

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Devil In Disguise

“You look like an angel.”

“Walk like an angel.”

“Talk like an angel.”

You hummed along with the melody softly as you did your usual afternoon run around the block.

Head phones on your ears and Walkman safely tucked into the pocket of your polyester shorts, you jogged without a care in the world.

Oh but you would wish you did care.

A familiar Chevrolet Camaro was speeding up to you, slowing down enough so his car would be out of your sight for the time being, Billy kept his eyes glued to the round globes of your ass peeking under those shorts.

Exhaling from the Marlboro he had just hauled from, he could feel his jeans tighten.

You intrigued him, you were relatively friendly to everyone at school, except him.

“Bitch.” He muttered before revving the engine loudly enough that it came over your music.

Irritated you pulled your head phones off to see who it was that interrupted your vibe.

“Douche bag!” You holler at him while throwing up your middle finger for extra measure.

The corners of Billy’s lips turned up in a taunting smirk, you had balls, for a chick anyway.

He blew down on his horn while gritting his teeth and hitting the gas petal harshly, gravel spraying up from under his tires, right into your direction.

You cry out angrily as the tiny rocks pelted hard into your skin, and glare as the car disappears down the road quickly.

Angrily you jogged the rest of the way home in silence, your teeth grinding together as you thought of Billy Hargrove and his smug smirk.

You didn’t find him impressive or something to fawn over like all the girls at school did.

He was a jerk who just happened to have a hot mullet.

Shaking your head, cheeks slightly pink from complimenting him in your head, you kicked your sneakers off and padded to the kitchen for a cold glass of lemonade.

Looking at the little hand written note your mother had pinned under a magnet on the fridge you groaned, she was away again selling Mary Kay beauty products and wouldn’t be home till Saturday morning.

Sighing you leaned against the counter and sipped your beverage while looking out the window spacing out for a moment or two.

“Guess I should do some homework.” You murmured while taking your hair out of its pony tail and sat down at the table doing exactly that.

The next day in the school parking lot, Billy leaned on the hood of his car with a cigarette hanging from his lips and watched you with brooding eyes.

You were walking with your head down, books clutched tightly to your chest and those damn head phones over your head.

Flicking his ash, he watched you for a moment before smirking as your eyes suddenly met his, mouthing some obscenity to you which earned him a death glare but he seen the subtle blush creeping across your face.

“Fuck off hargrove.” You spit as you pass by him, avoiding his hard blue eyes.

“Panties in a twist princess?” He retorted back with a scoff.

You stop with a dirty look on your face, “You nearly stoned me to death with that stupid stunt you pulled yesterday. You drive like a moron.”

Billy gave you a crooked smile and shrugged before flicking the cigarette butt at you, “Watch where your walking then.”

Glaring, you puffed your cheeks for a moment before turning on your heel and stomped away quickly, fuming.

God he was such an asshole.

Billy chuckled to himself before noticing a tiny flash of gold on the ground near where you had been standing just a few moments ago.

Bending down he carefully lifted a small gold hoop earring, one he was familiar with.

The ones you always wore.

And now another mistake you’d come to regret…

A/N: pt.1 is finally done, I’m ngl I just wanted to get the boring shit out of the way and get into the juice😫

[darnell-la]

Need your help - Billy Hargrove

pairing: manipulative!boyfriend!billy hargrove x inexperienced!reader

warning: slightly toxic relationship, manipulative, sneaking around, moaning, chocking, hair pulling, hard orgasm, etc.

note: an anonymous sender sent a request, and we posted it privately to got back and edit on the story later, but it disappeared. this has happened 3 times to us, and it’s getting out of hand. we’ll figure something out soon, but for right now, this is for our anonymous sender! love you <3

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3rd person pov

It’s currently 2 in the morning and y/n is sound asleep, as well as her parents. Y/n never sleeps past 10 pm. She has too much work and study to do for the next day, and if she wants to hang out with her boyfriend, Billy Hargrove, she knows she has to get it all done.

Billy on the other hand is wide awake, sneaking through her house after he opens the front door with the hidden key y/n told him about.

He always sleeps late, and it aches him that y/n is never away to be on the phone with him or at his house to pull an all-nighter.

Billy just got through drinking a couple of beers and smoking a few cigarettes before heading over to y/n’s house to see if she was awake. He knows she isn’t, but it wouldn’t hurt trying.

Billy slowly walked down the hallway upstairs, passing his girlfriend’s parent's room. He knew he wouldn’t get caught. That’s the whole reason why he’s here and desperate.

Y/n in the meantime is having a dream of her and her perfect boyfriend, Billy, riding down the street in his Camaro. Her dreams are always so sweet, knowing Billy isn’t fully like that, but at least he is sometimes.

Y/n was so deep in her sleep that she didn’t hear Billy over her, whispering her name after he snuck into her room and locked the door.

“Baby?” Billy shook Y/n’s body, finally waking her up. “Hmm?” She tiredly asked as she slowly turned around, expecting one of her parents, but instead, it was her boyfriend.

“Billy!?” She yelled and whispered as she became fully awake. “Happy to see me, sweetheart?” He asked before giving her a short but long kiss. “Billy, you can’t be heard,” y/n pushed at his shoulders before getting up from her bed.

“I know, but I miss you,” Billy said with a pouty face as he pulled his girlfriend into him, wanting to feel her body in his. He’s so hard and horny, cue she doesn’t know that yet.

“Baby, you can’t just break into my house. My parents are sleeping!” Y/n said, trying to keep calm and quiet so her parents won’t hear her awake at this hour. They’ll know something wrong then.

“Oh, but I can, because you’re my baby, right?” Billy asked as she slowly snaked his hands around y/n back, trying to pull her closer. “Yeah, but- Billy,” y/n said, not really knowing how to respond.

“You’d help me if I needed you, right baby?” Billy whispered. “What? Yes, of course I would,” Y/n said as she pulled back, considered. She prayed to god that his father hadn’t beaten him again.

“Good, because I’m hurting. Very bad,” he fake pouted as he kept his hands on her. “Oh god, Billy, where?” Y/n panicked as she pushed his hands off of him to check him.

“Ssh ssh, baby, it’s okay. It’s okay now because I’m with you,” Billy grabbed y/n face softly. “I need you to make me feel better. You think you can do that for me?” Billy asked her, inches away from her face.

“H-How?” Y/n asked, getting a different feeling about this all. “I need to feel you. I need to finally hear you moan,” Billy softly said as he slowly began to kiss Y/n’s neck.

“W-What? Billy, I-I’m not ready yet though,” y/n said, trying to softly push Billy back, but he didn’t lean back like usual. “C’mon, baby. You’ve been making my way for so long. I’m hurting,” Billy kept saying anything he needed to say to get into his own girlfriend’s pants.

“No, Billy, wait!” Y/n yelled whispered as she strongly pushed at him until he finally stepped back. “So you lied,” Billy said as she stared at y/n with an annoyed look.

“What?” She asked. “You said you’d help me, and you’re not,” Billy said. “Billy, I-I want to help you, but it’s just, I’m not ready,” y/n said, feeling a bit sad that her boyfriend thinks she wouldn’t help him.

“But, baby, I need it. To feel better. You always help me, and right now, I need this,” Billy said as he slowly pulled her in again, trying his act again until she gives into it.

“Billy,” y/n dragged low, not wanting to do anything, but she was too afraid to say no. She loved Billy, and she does think it’s sad that she wouldn’t give it up to her own boyfriend.

“C’mon, sweetheart,” Billy whispered in y/n’s ear as he slowly picked her up off of her feet. “I need you,” Billy began kissing on y/n’s neck again as she made his way to his knees, quiet enough for her partners to stay asleep.

Y/n stayed silent, still off about this whole situation but she didn’t want to speak and say something Billy didn’t want to hear. She was afraid he’d be disappointed.

“Mhm,” Billy groaned in the crook of his girlfriend’s neck as he began to grind on her. Y/n let out low whines, still not fully sure about this, but she still kept her mouth shut.

“Gonna feel so much better,” Billy said as he reached down to his crotch, unzipping and unbuckling his pants before pulling his hard cock out. Y/n wasn’t notified of this as she was too shocked by the hickeys he’d never left before.

“You sound so beautiful,” Billy whispered in his girl's ear as he slowly pulled her night shorts off, making sure she didn’t know he was already ready. He couldn’t go slow. He can’t go at her paste.

“You never let me touch this pretty little cunt. I should punish you for that,” Billy said, snapping y/n out of her thoughts. “H-Huh?” She stuttered, her heart pumping at the word punishment.

“Yeah, you heard me. You’ve been a bad girl to me,” Billy said as tears slowly filled y/n’s eyes. “I-I’m sorry,” she said as Billy shook his head as his hand slowly grabbed his thick cock.

“You will be, baby,” Billy said as he forced his cock into his girl's entrance until he was fully in her. “B-Billy!” Y/n almost maimed too loudly before Billy slapped his hands right onto her mouth.

“Keep it down, baby. Don’t want mommy and daddy hearing what a slut their daughter can be,” Billy began thrusting his hips, feeling how fast his girlfriend got wet.

“P-Please,” y/n begged, not knowing for what, but she knew she couldn’t take what her boyfriend was giving her. She’s never done anything like this before. Everything, even the neck kisses was going too far.

“Don’t disappoint me, baby? You wanna help me, right?” Billy asked as she huffed, keeping himself down. She’s the tightest he’s ever been with, and it’s taking him a lot not to go overboard and maybe the whole neighborhood knows what he was up to.

“Y-Yes,” Y/n cried low as she threw her head back after Billy took that hand that was on her mouth and connected it to her neck softly. “Yeah, I know. That’s why you’re so easy, baby. But I like it like that. I like knowing you’ll let me fuck you into this floor whenever I need it,” Billy began to tighten his grip on her neck.

“B-Billy,” y/n moaned, trying to tell him that the neck grip was too far, but she couldn’t get it out as she felt a knot in her stomach form. “I know, baby. It’s so fuckin’ good, right? Should have let me stretch this pussy out a while ago,” Billy said.

Billy used his friend's hand to push down onto y/n stomach, fucking her into her room floor more and keeping her in place. The thrusts he was giving her were feeling up the room, just enough to still keep her parents asleep.

“Such a whore. Can’t even keep your legs closed with a few kisses to your neck,” Billy said, making y/n whine for no reason. She couldn’t even tell herself why that made her eyes roll back.

“Yeah, so fuckin’ slutty. Maybe I should fuck you in the halls until your parents see the view,” Billy growled, slamming his hips into her, literally knocking the wind out of her.

“B-Billy,” y/n whined a bit too loud as she came around Billy’s cock. “Ah, yeah,” Billy chuckled, tightening his grip and using the other hand to grip her hair and tug it to the side.

“Fuckin’ cock whore slut. Can’t even last a few minutes with a cock in your pussy,” Billy spat, seeing the life leave y/n slowly. “Wanna be a cock filled bitch for me, hm? For your sweet ole boyfriend?” Billy asked, getting a little answer out of y/n, but she was sleeping away slowly.

“Yeah, I know you will. You’ll do anything for me. I always do shit for you, so let’s see what a pretty slut you’ll be for me now,” Billy said before he focused on his own orgasm.

“Fuck, baby,” Billy growled, trying to keep his whines in, but a few slipped out as his eyes rolled back. He finally began filling y/n up, knowing she wasn’t on the pill, but he knew not to worry.

He’ll be giving his sweet girlfriend a plan b tomorrow with a few gifts and food in the morning to keep her calm and happy.

Billy quickly let y/n’s neck go, allowing her to breathe fully again. She tried talking, but every time she went to open her mouth, the words wouldn’t come out.

Her legs were shaking and her clit was throbbing like crazy. Billy knew his girl was drained so he picked her up and laid her on her bed.

Billy hasn’t had sex in a while, but he knows he’s never felt the urge to help a woman out after he was done. Usually, he’d wanna leave and go home to take a nap, but right now, he needed to clean up.

Billy left Y/n’s room to go to her bathroom and grab some wipes. He then came back and cleaned her up. He even changed her panties so she’d feel fresh and clean.

“Gonna grab that pill for you tomorrow and some food. Tell your parents I’ll be picking you up a noon. Wanna spoil my baby tomorrow,” Billy kissed the side of y/n’s forehead as she whined, making sure he knew she was fine listening.

After that night, Billy did as told and spoiled his girl like there was no tomorrow. He knew he had her wrapped around his fingers, but he also knew she had him wrapped around hers.

He’d never stop being a toxic piece of shit because he knew, no matter what, y/n loves him and he truly treats her right.

Besides, the act he puts on makes the relationship alive, and at times, y/n knows exactly what Billy’s up to, but she ignores it and goes along. As long as they’re both happy.

[i-heart-slashers]

“So, they’re a friend of yours? What did I say about talking to other people?” + “Don’t make me hurt you.” + “Say that one more time and I’ll make sure you can never walk again.”

Pairings: Boyfriend!Billy Hargrove x Fem!Reader

Warning(s): violence, posessive themes, obsession, subtle mentions of abuse, slight stalking.

It was just a harmless meet-up, or at least it was supposed to be.

College life hadn't been easy for you, not only did you have to work hard to get into a course that interested you but you also had to think of your boyfriend Billy who had no interest in going to any colleges, he instead had started working as a mechanic.

The problem was he seemed to hate every other person you made friends with. He hated when you talked about anyone else, especially if they were guys.

That was a problem in itself, especially when it came to group or paired projects in college. 

Since he got hurt back in high school in the fire at Starcourt, he's been a very distrustful person. Billy has expressed hatred for anyone who wasn't you; he became even more hateful and demanding. 

He treated you well, or as well as someone like Billy Hargrove is capable of, but he can be a little too possessive at times. 

Unfortunately, this is one of those times.

Your college professor had paired you up with Matthew Loomis; he was on the college football team. He wasn't known to be especially smart but was very sweet to girls.

So you planned to meet at the local diner to go over some work and plan your project. 

You had deliberately kept the information from Billy, knowing he would try to scare Matt away. It wasn't like you were purposely sneaking around behind Billy's back; you told him you would do some studying, and in a way, you were.

Matt had been nothing but a gentleman and had you laughing for hours; even as the sun went down and a blue tone surpassed the horizon, the two of you sat and hung out.

It was nice to speak with someone who didn't glare at every person who looked your way or grip your thigh threateningly when someone's eyes trail over your form.

Glancing at the clock in the diner, you gasped, seeing the time. You had been out for hours. You were lucky Billy hadn't stormed the town looking for you; maybe he'd gotten caught up working.

Matthew seemed confused by your sudden change in personality as he watched you pack up with your stuff speedily. "Whoa, wait!" He calls, scooting out of the booth and after you as you scuttle away, seeming nervous.

Holding your bag over your shoulder and textbooks to your chest, you swore, seeing just how late it had actually become. Matt pulls on your arm so you come to a stop in front of him as he looks at you in concern and confusion.

You were about to say something to him when a small orange light caught your eye from inside a very familiar car. Billy stared at you from inside the vehicle, taking another drag of his cigarette before throwing it out the window. 

"Oh no," You whispered, closing your eyes and hearing the car door creak open and slam shut. "You need to leave now. Quick," you said hastily as Matthew between you and the approaching Billy but didn't leave.

You try to erase the fear to leave your voice as you turn to smile at your stony expression boyfriend. 

"Hey Billy," There was a slither of fear that accidentally slipped into your tone, which Matt apparently was quick to pick up on as he narrowed his eyes at the greeting.

Billy's stern expression doesn't change as he slips his arm around your waist, watching Matt like a viper ready to strike. "Billy, this is Matt" You introduce them hoping to ease the tension.

"So, they're a friend of yours? What did I say about talking to other people?" Billy says, turning his shocking blue eyes to look at you as if scolding you like a child.

"It's just for school. We have to do a project together," You say weakly, pulling your bag over your shoulder tighter as both look at you, Matt in concern, whereas Billy's blue eyes are glaring.

"Doesn't look like that from where I was sat." Billy hisses, and you gulp, knowing he must have been watching the two of you for a while before you even realized the time.

Matt scoffed when he realized it, too, his face pinched in disbelief. "What, you stalk your own girl or something?" He glances at you, but you quickly turn your head.

"Why you into her or something" Billy laughs almost cruelly. "Oh, you are, and you thought this would be your way in? Take her to some diner, give her some sweet talk, and hope she falls for you?" 

Matt doesn't correct him but turns to face you. "Why are you with him? He obviously doesn't respect you. You deserve better than this piece of crap. I can treat you better". 

"Don't make me hurt you." Billy hisses, taking off his denim jacket and thrusting it into your arms as you try and call him off, trying to get his attention and herd him back to his car.

"Billy, let's just go," You plead but get shoved aside as your boyfriend tries to intimidate your classmate, the same one that just revealed to your extremely jealous and possessive boyfriend that he is into you.

"Why don't you let me take you home? I don't want you getting into a car with him," Matt says, looking at you holding his hand out, ignoring Billy now as he tries to sway you.

"Say that one more time, and I'll make sure you can never walk again." Billy threatens, but you know better. That was a promise more than just an idle threat.

"You do look like the type that would hit a girl," Matt scoffed, and you could hear a pin drop in the sudden silence. That was the wrong thing to say to Billy. Especially knowing how his dad treated his mom before she left.

Only Matt didn't know that.

That was until Billy's balled-up fist made contact with his face, sending Matt to the floor, but he didn't stay there long. He got up to try and fight against Billy, though even being a stocky football player, he stood no chance.

"Billy, stop!" you try to step in but quickly stop seeing the look in your boyfriend's eyes. You just plead with him as your friend is beaten on increasingly. "Please!"

"Fucker" Billy spits at Matt, who is on the floor gasping in pain now, his face covered in blood, and you can do nothing to help him as Billy leans down to warn him, "You don't look in her direction again, got it?" 

"I said stop it, Billy!" You say, walking closer, holding his jacket tightly in your arms.

Billy quickly gets up and pins you against the car, covering your mouth as you sob. He snatches his jacket from your hands and slams it on top of the car as he pulls you over to see your friend. 

"This is what happens when someone tries to take what's mine," Billy hisses, holding you against his front with his hand covering your mouth tightly.

"Are you going to lie to me again?" You shake your head with tears dropping over Billy's hand before he presses a kiss against your head, whispering gravelly in your ear, "Good girl."

[bigdumbbambieyes]

nsfwww

imagining Billy sitting on Steve’s dick, sinking down slow with a little sadistic smile on his face because Steve is losing it under him - his pretty boy’s face is flushed and he’s gasping ‘yes yes yes’ under his breath like a pathetic virgin, but it’s only because Billy’s edged him twice now.

“be a good boy and don’t move,” Billy growls as he feels Steve’s hips against his ass, stretched wide around that thick cock, and it’s so good that it makes his breath tremble on an exhale.

Steve whimpers with a nod and Billy mutters, ‘such a little bitch’ with a tiny smirk as he adjusts his knees and plants a hand on the middle of his boyfriend’s chest, just to feel the rapid beating of his heart and the little sounds he tries to muffle.

he gets a steady pace going quickly, fucking himself on Steve’s ridiculous cock and watching the brunette’s jaw drop, his brows furrowing as Billy bounces on his lap with a feral grin.

he makes it worse by talking, sitting his ass down and grinding as he leans forward, grabbing Steve by his hot face and muttering, “mm, i think your parents are home, Stevie...”

and they aren’t, they’re in New York all weekend, but the way Steve’s eyes widen and his hands grab at Billy’s thighs, panicked, is too sweet.

“fucking relax,” Billy chuckles meanly, moving his hand up from his boyfriend’s jaw to place his palm over Steve’s mouth, feeling the little vibrating hums behind it as Steve bitches at him. “they won’t hear us if we’re quiet,” he adds with a whisper, smirking down at his frantic boyfriend.

and it clicks for Steve then, realizing that Billy’s just being an asshole, but there’s this look in his eyes then - something sharp and sweet, like he’s into it. into being quiet so they’re not caught.

Billy picks up on it immediately and doesn’t let it go.

“gotta be quiet if you wanna cum,” he mutters as he rolls his hips, letting his eyelashes flutter when the tip of Steve’s dick hits just right, “fuck, princess,” he groans quietly, beginning to lift his hips again, “gonna fuck you stupid, alright? just gotta shut the fuck up for a bit.”

Steve’s blush is already down his neck and his hands are like claws in Billy’s thighs, nodding eagerly and quietly as Billy removes his hand so he can balance himself. the squeak of the mattress and the slap of skin is all Billy can hear over his own quiet moans and heavy breathing, watching Steve with half-lidded eyes the entire time.

and, well. at least now Billy knows his boyfriend can be quiet when it really matters.