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The Texas Chain Saw Massacre (1974)

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𝗜𝗿𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗯𝗹𝗲 || 𝗕𝗶𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗛𝗮𝗿𝗴𝗿𝗼𝘃𝗲 ||

A/n: Writing out that idea I had with Billy being into a plus size nerdy ready 👏 idk if this does well enough I may write more.

The first time Billy Hargrove saw you, the world didn’t exactly slow down—but something in him did.

It was fourth period. The hallway between B Hall and the science wing was packed, full of the usual Hawkins High chaos—kids shoving lockers closed, someone yelling about band practice, the reek of cheap cologne and cafeteria fries lingering in the air. Billy was leaning against the wall like he always did when he was bored and had nothing better to do between classes, one boot crossed over the other, a cigarette behind his ear, and that bored, lazy smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

And then he saw you.

You weren't loud. You weren't dressed like you wanted attention. You were the opposite of the girls who usually threw themselves at him, all tight tops and obvious stares. No—you walked down the hallway like you belonged to a different world altogether. Head down, books clutched against your chest, glasses slipping down your nose a little. A soft, oversized cardigan wrapped around you, paired with a long skirt that swayed just enough when you walked. And fuck if he didn’t notice the way your thighs brushed together or how plush your hips looked beneath that fabric.

It wasn’t just the way you looked, though. It was the way you didn’t look at him.

Every other girl turned their head. Whispered. Pretended not to notice he was staring and ate it up when he did. But not you.

You didn’t even glance his way.

Billy’s eyes followed you—with every step, every sway, the curl of your hair tucked behind your ear, the way you adjusted your glasses without thinking. You were soft. Sweet-looking. Like you spent your nights reading in bed instead of sneaking out to drink. There were probably notebooks full of doodles in your backpack. Maybe a pencil sharpener that smelled like lavender. And fuck, you had the prettiest mouth he’d ever seen.

He felt something low in his gut shift.

He wanted you.

Not just in the usual “she’s hot, I want to get her into my car” way.

Billy Hargrove wanted you.

He wanted to pull that cardigan off your shoulders and find out if your skin was as warm and soft as you looked. He wanted to see your eyes light up when you touched you. Wanted to hear your voice—soft, stammering maybe—as he leaned in just a little too close. He wanted to watch you fall apart because of him, watch you try to stay composed while he teased you, touched you, kissed you like no one ever had.

And god, he wanted to ruin you in the best way.

He pushed off the wall, eyes still trailing you as you turned the corner toward the library. His smirk deepened.

“Alright, sweetheart,” he muttered to himself under his breath, licking his bottom lip slowly. “Let’s see if you’re as sweet as you look.”

Billy didn’t know you name yet.

But he would.

And by the time he was done with you, no one in Hawkins would forget it.

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➤𝐂𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐁𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐞

A/n: Nerdy plus-size!Reader. ( established relationship)

The Hawkins High library was quiet—eerily so. Golden light streamed in through tall windows, dust motes dancing lazily in the sunbeams. The soft scent of old books hung in the air, mixed now with something warmer. More dangerous.

You were tucked away in the far back corner between the long-forgotten almanacs and a creaky wooden window seat. Straddling Billy Hargrove’s lap. His cock was buried deep inside your soaked pussy, thick and throbbing, not moving.

Not yet.

Your skirt was bunched at your hips, cardigan hanging loose around your arms. Your thighs framed his hips, soft and flushed, and your hands were fisted in the collar of his shirt like you didn’t trust your legs to hold you if you moved. Which made sense.

You weren’t used to being this bold—being the girl who did something like this. You were the quiet one. The soft-spoken, book-smart girl who kept to herself. But Billy looked at you like you were the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen, every curve of you worshipped by the way his hands held you, touched you, wanted you.

Because Billy felt too good inside you.

“Fuck, baby…” he muttered, head tipping back against the wall as his hands gripped your plush hips. “You’re so fucking warm. You’re squeezin’ me like you want me to lose it.”

You whimpered, your glasses slipping down your nose as you tried to focus on the open book sitting on the table beside you—some history assignment you had every intention of finishing before he’d pulled you into his arms and whispered, “Wanna try somethin’?”

And now here you were. Cockwarming your goddamn boyfriend in the library.

“I-I’m not doing anything,” you stammered, though the way you clenched around him told another story.

Billy smirked, slow and sinful, as his thumbs brushed slow circles over your soft waist.

“You don’t have to, baby. Your pussy’s doing all the work just sitting on me.”

You tried to glare at him, cheeks burning, but the way he was looking at you—like you were the only girl on Earth—made your heart skip a beat.

You were used to being overlooked. Used to tugging your skirt down when it rode up, used to avoiding stares in the hallway.

But Billy?

Billy couldn’t stop staring at you like you were the fuckin’ sun.

“God, you’re perfect,” he muttered, his voice rough and low, fingers sinking into the softness of your thighs. “All this pretty pussy, and it’s mine.”

You made a soft sound, hands gripping tighter in his shirt, your body trembling slightly from how full you felt. Every shift made your pussy flutter around him, slick and hot and desperate.

“Billy, someone could come back here,” you whispered, even as you rocked your hips forward just a little—just enough for the tip of his cock to press deeper.

He growled softly and squeezed your ass. “Let ‘em. Let the whole damn school see that the hottest, smartest, curviest fuckin’ girl here is mine.”

You gasped, your hand flying up to cover your mouth as his cock pulsed inside you.

“You gonna keep quiet?” he whispered in your ear, teeth brushing the shell. “Or am I gonna have to fuck that sweet little mouth of yours to keep you silent?”

Your pussy clenched around him again, slick and dripping, and Billy groaned.

“Oh, yeah,” he hissed. “You like that. My needy little bookworm wants to be ruined.”

You whined into his neck, nodding, already on the edge even without a single thrust.

And Billy held you tighter, cock buried deep, knowing damn well he was about to break you.

In the quietest part of the library—where no one ever looked—he whispered, “Ten more minutes, sweetheart. Then I’m not holdin’ back.”

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throwback to iv’s ig story; august 2023

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not to be insensitive but some of the salem witch trials were so funny bitches like “i saw her at the devils sacrament!!!” girl... what were YOU doing at the devils sacrament 👀

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people: do you like (character)?

me, a little unhinged about said character: He’s fine. He’s alright.

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Bbno$ smut, anyone?

Not proofed or anything, just needed to get this out of my mind lol

A/N:  New obsession.  Sorry, not sorry.

Your hands slid down his exposed back, fingers splaying out as you moved them closer to his neck.  He sighed softly, relaxing into your touch.  Small kisses trailed the path your hand had taken, nuzzling and nipping along his spine, as your hand slid between his abdomen and the mattress.  He was sleepy warm, his body still waking up, coming back to life.  Both the two of you were naked, stretched out in the comfort of your own bed finally.  You sat in on one of his interviews the week prior, watching as he joked back and forth with the flirty interviewer.  Everyone that come into Alex's contact seemed to be smitten by him, no interviewer was sparred.  "I could go for getting' pegged, ya know, once I've made that commitment to a woman and I trust them enough."  Was something along the lines of what Alex had said.  He laughed along as the woman interviewer acted too enthusiastically and shouted, "Let's go!" But it had been stuck in your mind since then. 

You were no stranger to the world of kink, but it was the first Alex had mentioned anything about it.  He was never one to really talk about his fantasies, but understood you were down for pretty much whatever he was.   He was always surprising you with new adventurous things to try…maybe it was your turn to return the favor.  A small groan escaped his throat as you slowly stroked his cock to life, feeling him harden in your hand.  Your nose nuzzled into the shell of his ear, peppering the exposed skin there with kisses as he fully woke up then.  He pressed himself back against you, seeking your warmth, and then froze when he felt an unfamiliar feeling poking in his back.  "The fuck is that?"  He asked groggily, reaching back and wrapping his hand around the silicone dildo placed in the strap on you had slipped into before returning to bed and waking him up.  "You know what it is…'I could go for getting' pegged'…sound familiar, Alex?" you quoted back to him, nuzzling into his ear as you stroked his cock, smirking as the realization hit him, and his cock only throbbed in response.  "I figured since, ya know, you did propose…maybe I'm that woman." 

He blindly ran his fingers over the toy and you felt him shudder just a bit before he wrapped his hand around it again.  "It feels big," was all he could seem to muster out, tugging on the strap, creating a delicious friction on your end.  You had lucked up and found a double sided option.  Each stroke he made of your fake cock, only pulled it out of you, and then pushed it back in as he stroked.   Your pussy had throbbed at the thought of this all week until you finally got home and found your moment.  "Want to try it out?"  You asked softly, your hand moving up to his chest, smearing his precum in a long trail.  "I'm sure we can make it fit."  He breathed as if your words knocked the breath out of him.  He pressed himself harder back against you, the tip of your cock getting pinned right against his hole.  He was so turned on he could barely muster words at that moment, so all he could do was swallow, hard, and whimper out a soft, "Yes, please." 

"That's my good boy," you whispered, "Get on your hands and knees for me." 

You watched as he quickly, almost embarrassingly quick, scrambled to the middle of the bed as you kneeled at the end, squirting a generous layer of lube all over your cock.  Two lubed fingers circled his hole, teasing and pressing.  He surprised you this time by laying his head down on the mattress, giving you ample exposure.  As you pressed your finger into his warm hole, your other hand slowly and teasingly jerked him off,  trying to ease any discomfort.  You took your time stretching him out, feeling his body relax further as any discomfort moved into strictly pleasure, and before you knew it, he was rocking himself back against your prying fingers.  You kept your fingers away from his prostate after locating the small nub nestled deep inside of him.  You weren't going to let him have that much fun before you even got to what you both were throbbing for…

He whimpered when you slid your fingers out of him, the disconnect immediate, but immediately tensed up when he felt the cool tip of your cock pressing against his hole.  "I've got you," you said softly, "Do you want me to sto-"

"No," he cut you off quickly, reaching back and gripping your thighs, "Do it…need it…you…"

You had seen Alex in many different states, but the neediness in his voice was foreign…and it only made you throb harder.  Your own arousal was dripping down the insides of your thighs as you lined your toy up with his entrance again and slowly inched into him.  You took your time, but soon, all six inches of your fake cock was buried in him to the hilt.  "Fuck me," he panted into the mattress, "Please…please." 

Your mouth watered at the desperation in his voice as you looked down and watched as you slid your cock out of him, almost entirely to the tip, and then watched as it disappeared inside of him.  The tightness of his ass created enough friction and suction that it pulled the toy out of your soaked pussy, and with each thrust into him, sent it driving into you, and the friction of the leather pressed right against your clit nearly sent you over the edge.  You kept your pace moderate, watching in the mirror beside your bed as he matched your thrusts and also fisted himself at the same time.  His jaw was slack, eyes glossed over, and there was a red tint across his cheeks as he watched the two of you in the mirror.  "You're being such a good boy for me," you moaned, already feeling your orgasm approaching.  He rocked himself back against you in rhythm, not ashamed of letting his whimpers and moans escape now.  He couldn't himself as you threaded your fingers into his hair and used it as leverage to fuck him harder.  The tip of your cock rammed into his prostate with the new angle and he had to bite his lips to keep himself from crying out as he came.  His entire body trembled underneath you as you kept your pace up, chasing your own orgasm, but continuously brushing the tip of yourself across his prostate.  "Cum for me," he rasped out, body too weak from the overwhelming sense of pleasure to do anything else,  And, as usual, that's all it took to send you over the edge, your orgasm ravaging you as you ground yourself against his ass.  Your pussy pulsed with each wave of pleasure, your hands moving to dig into his hips to stabilize yourself. 

Without being able to help yourself, you slumped against him, using your arms to prop yourself up.  You stayed in that position, admiring the way his body stretched around your cock and took all of you in on the first try.  You couldn't help the way you instinctively kept grinding against him, the feeling of your orgasm slipping away, before you had started to slowly pull out.  As you pulled the toy out of you, your mess only become greater, seeping further down the inside of your legs. 

His ass was covered in lube and your climax mixing together, leaving him soaked.  You'd clean him up later…but for now… With trembly legs, you walked up to where his head was and sat down in front of him, spreading your legs.   He immediately knew what you want and his warm mouth was on your pussy within seconds, licking and cleaning every inch, moaning at the taste of your orgasm coating his tongue.   Thick fingers parted your lips and his mouth attached to your clit, flicking his tongue back and forth as he slid two fingers inside of you, causing you to moan his name so loudly that it echoed in the quiet room. Tomorrow, you'd unpack and get things settled from tour.  But for now, you just laid back and enjoyed staring into those pretty brown eyes as he cleaned up the mess between your legs…

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