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Begin Again

Closer to My Heart Masterlist

Single Dad!Billy Hargrove x Fem!reader

CW: Unprotected sex, some spanking, some dirty talk hehe

Your relationship with Billy settles.

His lips fell against the curve of your neck, dragging softly as soft moans left your lips. The morning sun was brushing through the curtains, leaving his tanned skin golden as he buried his thick fingers between your legs.

He rubbed at your clit gently, making you croon in pleasure as pricks of pleasure spreading through your body. Your mouth fell open in bliss, your hips moving as he dragged his fingers across your swollen clit. 

“Mhm,” He hummed as he flicked his tongue out against your top lip, slowly licking it before he traced it across your teeth, “Taste good.” He teased you, making you squirm against him. You could taste the mint on his teeth. 

“I just brushed my teeth.” You laughed breathlessly as his hands slid over your curves, resting on your boobs and giving them a soft squeeze. 

“I didn’t think you’d ever wake up,” He hummed as he slid two fingers inside of your slick cunt, curling them deep inside of you, “Mornin’.” He teased, leaving you gaping in pleasure. 

“Morning,” You breathed out, moaning loudly as his fingers pressed up against your bundle of nerves, “Oh God.” You whispered, furrowing your eyebrows tightly together.

He pulled his fingers free, smirking at you as he brought them up towards his lips and lazily began to lick them clean. Everything in your body clenched, tightened as you found the strength to move out from underneath him. You’d show him. 

You pushed him back onto the mattress, making his pillows flop around as he chuckled softly. Your eyes wandered over his taut muscles, his smooth skin as you placed your palms across his abdomen. His expression was still too cocky as you slid over him, determined to give him a run for his money. You wouldn’t mess it up this time. 

You wrapped your fingers around his thick girth, giving him a strong stroke as he moved his hands lazily behind his head. His blue eyes flashed with a mixture of amusement and lust as you fully straddled him, his lips curling into a sluggish smirk. 

“You’re so big,” You breathed out, fully admiring his hard cock against your palm, “Wanna feel you s’bad.”

“Then what are you waiting for?” He teased, blue eyes narrowed in a taunting way as you dragged your palm across the length of his dick once again. You leaned forward, drifting your eyes against the pale blonde hair on his abdomen before you spit along the head of his cock.

He hissed as you spread your saliva across his skin, squeezing at his throbbing girth as you wiggled yourself a little closer to his heavy balls. You could feel your clit humming in anticipation, desperately wanting to feel him spreading your walls apart.

“Easy, tiger,” You teased him, lifting yourself up just enough to push the head of his cock inside of your slick walls. You moaned in appreciation, watching the way his muscles flexed in response, “Mhm. Feels good.” You breathed out, lungs tightening as you slid yourself the rest of the way down. 

His hands fell to your hips, strong and sturdy as you trembled around him. Sitting on his cock felt intense, almost too fierce as his fingertips dug into your flesh. You breathed out deeply, feeling like he only slid deeper inside of you as your hazy eyes fell to his.

“You alright?” He questioned smugly, flickering his eyes from your face back down the length of your body. He seemed to concentrate on the way your bodies meshed together, how your cunt snuggly hugged his girth. 

“Mhm,” You hummed softly, just soaking in the feeling of the tip of his cock pressing against your bundle of nerves. You chewed on your bottom lip, eyes fluttering as you slowly pulled yourself up and then down the curve of his cock, “God.” You whimpered, insides burning as the pleasure spread through you once again.

Billy groaned softly from underneath you, holding onto you tightly as he assisted in rocking you up and down along his dick until you built a steady rhythm. Gasps poured free from your mouth, rolling off of your tongue as he slowly began to rock his hips deeper inside of you.

Your thighs trembled as a bead of sweat rolled down the back of your neck, your mind feeling fuzzy with pleasure as your movements grew faster. You could feel yourself leaking around his cock, the sound of your cunt squeezing him echoed off of the walls as your moans mingled with his own. Filthy and dirty.

“Such a pretty pussy,” He praised, making you gasp as he flicked his thumb across your clit, “She feels so good for me. Hear her?” He teased as he rubbed at your wet folds, making the sound of your pussy squelching around him echo in the room.

Your eyes drifted towards him, looking at the way his jaw tightened to hide the soft moans that rolled off of his tongue. His eyes were slightly dilated, full of pleasure as he rocked his hips up with your movements. You breathed in deeply, desperately wanting to make him feel as good as you did. 

You brought your lips down against his messily, sliding your tongue across his teeth as you rested your hands against his chest. He moved his palms to your ass, squeezing roughly before he delivered a few swift swats against your flesh. 

You squealed in response, your nipples dragging across his warm skin as you frantically rutted yourself down along his cock. He hummed in appreciation, tongue swirling with yours as he dragged his cock deeper inside of you.

Your heart hammered roughly against the crook of your neck, as you continued to grind down against him; appreciating this position as your clit continually dragged against his skin. His saliva trickled down your chin as he pulled away, his nose brushing against yours as his lips curled into a smirk.

“Such a dirty whore,” He teased you; spitting across the side of your mouth as he teased your ass before he slid his fingers down to your cunt. He pressed his fingers against his cock, spreading your walls further as he wiggled himself further and further. You gasped, whining as you drooled around him, “Taking me so good.” He hummed, using his free hand to grip your jaw as he rocked your limp body across his dick.

His groans fanned across your ear, his eyes dark and lustful as he buried his cock deep inside of you. You whined as you gripped him tightly, rolling your hips down lazily against the curve of his dick. 

“Jesus,” He groaned as he buried himself deeper inside of you, his cock throbbing as you felt your stomach muscles clenching tightly, “You’re so fucking good.” You whispered against his mouth, drooling against the side of his cheek as your walls crashed down around you. 

“Billy! Oh fuck!” Your body shook, trembling on top of him as he continued to effortlessly guide your weak body along the curve of his cock. Your mind felt fuzzy, eyes hazy as your cunt clamped down around his thick girth.

His cock felt heavy inside of you as he rutted his hips deeper against you, his balls smacking against your skin while his lips dragged messily against your skin. His groans vibrated across your cheek, deep into your bones as he chased his high. 

“Fuck, fuck.” He cursed, fingers digging into your flesh as he bottomed out inside of you. You gaped, eyes fluttering into the back of your head as the tip of his dick hit the deepest spots inside of you. You exhaled deeply, savoring the feeling of his skin on yours. 

He came deep inside of you, his spunk coating your fluttering walls as his lips dragged against the crook of your neck. His teeth dragged against your skin, biting down softly as he shivered underneath you. 

His hands burned into your skin as he traced your spine up and down, gently whispering as you both collected yourselves from your climax. You could feel his cum leaking from you, coating his own skin with your mixture. 

“That was incredible.” You panted as you tried to recollect your breath, your legs trembling as he continually dragged his fingers across your sweaty skin.

“Mhm,” He chuckled as he leaned over to kiss you again, “I better get Theo up, before I throw his whole day off.” He groaned as he rubbed his palms over his eyes, looking like he didn’t want to get up either.

“Schedules,” You teased softly, “Let me get dressed real quick.” You delivered a quick peck to his lips before you rolled out of the bed, forcing yourself up and towards the bathroom as fast as you could. Billy still whistled behind you.

You quickly cleaned yourself up, fussed with your hair and then ensured that your breath still smelt okay from where you had scrubbed your teeth. You pulled on your clothes, a fresh set that you had picked out yesterday before you opened the door again.

You opened the door, peaking out just a little bit to watch as Billy pulled his shorts on over his legs as little thumps came from the other side of the door.

“Mowning!” Theo exclaimed as Billy finally opened the door, grinning brightly as he strolled in, “Hey, I up befowe you!” He said as he rested his hands on his hips, his little tummy sticking out in the process. Somewhere along the way he’d lost his pajama shirt and pants, remaining only in his little briefs.

“Are you sure about that?” Billy teased him, giving his hair a little ruffle as Theo reached up for him. He picked him up with one arm, balancing him against his side. The resemblance was uncanny at the moment.

“I think you did beat him.” You spoke up, lips pressed into a little smile as you peeked your head out from the bathroom. You sent a soft wave, watching as he gawked at you. 

“Teachew?” Theo tilted his head, looking at you curiously, “You hewe!” He squealed happily, clapping his hands together. You grinned a little bigger, appreciating that he was still excited to see you. 

“She spent the night, remember?” Billy reminded him, setting him down before Theo could wiggle out of his arms. He rushed over, pumping his little arms as he fell into place next to you. 

“Oh yeah!” He giggled as he gripped your hand, “You pway?” He questioned right away, tilting his little head to the side as he stared up at you. 

“Can we have breakfast first?” Billy hummed as he lazily leaned against the wall, crossing his arms over his chest as Theo scoffed in response. Apparently Billy didn’t understand that playing was the most important thing in the morning. 

“And then we can play.” You promised as you gave his hand a little reassuring squeeze. He sighed deeply before he nodded, satisfied with that answer apparently. 

“Go brush your teeth.” Billy stated as he pulled the door open wider, making him frown in response. 

“I did!” He proclaimed, holding his little hands on his hips. You tried not to laugh, watching as he purposefully avoided Billy’s gaze. 

“Do I need to do the smell test?” Billy asked seriously, cocking his eyebrows as Theo considered his options. 

“Uh,” Theo paused, “No. I be back.” He waddled off, racing back towards the bathroom as Billy shook his head. He waited for you, guiding you back towards the dining room. 

“He’s cute,” You told him seriously, following him to the kitchen, “You must have your hands full.” You commented, thinking about Theo’s high energy. Despite that, he was well behaved. 

“Yeah,” Billy laughed as he pulled a bowl out from the cabinet, “But it’s nice. Better than being lonely.” You watched as he worked, surprised that he actually knew how to cook. You weren’t sure why, but it was unexpected. 

“Otay,” Theo grinned as he ran into the kitchen, his blonde curls bouncing around, “Teachew I did it!” He proclaimed as he stood in front of you, resting his palms against your knee.

“Good job,” You smiled as he wrapped his arms around your leg, giving you a soft squeeze, “Did you sleep good?” You asked him curiously, letting your fingers drift through his soft hair. His haircut certainly fit him. 

“Mhm,” He hummed as Billy worked in the kitchen, the music blaring in the process, “I hungwy.” He stated as he pulled away, still wandering around in his undies. 

“How hungry?” You asked him, pretending to be in deep thought as he turned towards you curiously. Billy glanced over, already getting pancakes flipped with the spatula. 

“Uh,” He thought for a moment, “I don’t know.” He faltered at last, furrowing his dark eyebrows together as he looked towards his father for help. 

“Hungry enough to eat a horse?” You asked him teasingly, pretending to be fully serious as his little jaw dropped in surprise. 

“Yuck, no!” He wrinkled his features up in disgust, sticking his tongue out like he couldn’t believe what you had just said. You hummed as you sat down in one of the seats. 

“I guess you’re not as hungry as me then.” You shrugged your shoulders, looking at the way he darted his eyes back and forth like he was trying to figure out if you were telling the truth or not. 

“Daddy!” He shouted as he held his palms against his cheeks, “Teachew eats horses!” He proclaimed, stepping in place with Billy as he carried over a plate of pancakes. “What did you think was in the meatloaf?” Billy asked seriously, much better at keeping his expression stoic as he lifted Theo up into his high chair.

“Ew!” Theo shook his head, still looking disgusting as Billy began to prod at his pancake with his finger. Ensuring that the food wasn’t too hot for him. 

“Oh, wow,” You laughed as you looked down at the plate, “How did you shape them like this?” You asked seriously as he worked on topping Theo’s pancake with syrup, cautious on how much he was giving him. 

“I dated an artist before,” He chuckled as he sat down, “She taught me a few of her tricks.” He chuckled as he reached over to make his plate, leaving you more curious about him. 

“Miss teachew, do you wike pancakes?” Theo asked as he munched down on the tale part of his pancake, smacking his lips thoughtfully as syrup coated his cheeks. 

“Oh I love pancakes,” You grinned as you watched him, “Especially ones that look like sharks. This is pretty impressive.” You smiled as you held your plate up, feeling like you needed to show it off better. 

“Thanks.” Billy smirked proudly, cocking his eyebrows for a second before he took a bite out of his. It took you another second to actually cut into yours, still admiring how cool your pancake was. 

“We see sharks at the beach!” Theo proclaimed as he moved onto his knees, trying to get a better look at you, “Dey go nom-nom-nom!” He mocked as he bit into his pancake, giving his head a little shake for good measure.

“Oh my goodness,” You laughed at his little theatrics, “Those sharks better watch out for you.” You teased as you took a bite, once again surprised with how good it tasted. Billy had really been holding out on you. 

“No, I wike dem,” Theo explained as he dragged his pancake through his syrup once again, “We fwiends.” He spoke truthfully, sighing deeply as he finished off the rest of his food. Billy stood up, grabbing a few wipes in preparation. 

“Big imagination,” Billy grinned as he rubbed his back, “Are you ready to get dressed?” He questioned as he wiped Theo’s face and hands clean. 

“No.” Theo pouted, kicking his legs out dramatically as Billy held him in the air. He chuckled, giving his knee a little squeeze. 

“You can’t be in your undies all day,” He reminded the toddler, “C’mon.” He bent down near you, kissing the top of your head as you finished up your plate. Your heart thumped roughly inside of your chest, biting back a surprised laugh. 

His photos were full of Theo. Photos that were taken at the daycare and from himself and his friends. There were a few of them together, but not very many. You figured he didn’t care much about having pictures of himself on the walls.

They returned a few minutes later, both dressed as Theo rambled on about how he had heard on the radio that the weather was supposed to be nice today. Billy plopped him up on a stool, humming in agreement as he began to work on styling his hair. 

“So,” You drew out slowly, “I was wondering if you’d want to meet someone special to me.” You chewed on your bottom lip, spitting the words out nervously. Perhaps it was a big step, but it definitely wasn’t as serious as meeting Annie at her resting place. 

“Yeah?” He looked at you curiously, still trying to get Theo’s curls perfected, “Who’s that?” He met your eye curiously, the blue in them twinkling as he continued to scrunch the spray in Theo’s hair.

“My nana,” You smiled gently, “She’s very sweet. I’d like it if you got to know her.” You almost felt bashful bringing it up until you reminded yourself that it was normal to introduce him to your family. He was your boyfriend after all. 

“Sure,” He chuckled softly, “But I should probably warn you that older women love me.” He added with a smirk, earning a little giggle from Theo. 

“Hilarious,” You popped a grin, admiring the soft freckles on his nose, “This is something serious, right?” You whispered the question, unsure if he wanted it brought up in front of Theo yet. You’d have to figure that out later, as well as how to balance your relationship with your jobs. 

“No, I just let anyone spend the night with my son in the next room.” He replied dryly, giving you a look before he stepped back to examine Theo’s hair. You nearly laughed, not expecting him to be so strict about it. 

“I was being serious.” You replied as you rested your hands on your hips, not wanting to risk throwing your grandma off if it wouldn’t last. Of course your relationship was way too far into the early stages to really know, but you thought you owed him a little piece of yourself too. 

“So am I,” He laughed as he gave Theo’s hair one last scrunch, “Don’t tell me I’ve been reading things wrong.” He stepped back, carefully lifting Theo up before he set him down again. 

“No!” You piped up, “I think this is serious too.” You couldn’t fight your smile as he began to wash his hands clean, making you feel a little reassured as Theo approached you. 

“Good.” Billy spoke up before his son took your attention, shaking his head back and forth to show off his hair. You praised him, admitting that it really did fit him. You could get used to this.

It had been a few weeks since you had been able to actually introduce Billy and Theo to your nana. Things had been nice, not completely blissful but at the end of the day it was good. You got along better with him than you could’ve ever imagined, even if you still did fight over silly things. But flowers were bought as apologies.

“Are you sure you can make it?” Billy questioned as he rubbed at your back, his car parked at the very end of the parking lot as you lost the rest of your lunch into the trash can. You almost hated to go inside, to risk getting all of the old people sick. But you had promised her that you’d bring them today. 

“Mhm,” You mumbled as you wiped your mouth clean again, wincing before he handed you another stick of gum, “Just nervous.” You did your best to reassure yourself, sighing as you fanned at your sweaty face. You could do this. 

“She’s just your grandma.” He stated seriously, like it was no big deal. He stepped away then, working on tugging Theo free from his carseat. He just didn’t understand how badly you wanted your nana to like him. 

“She raised me,” You mumbled as you invited the minty fresh taste into your mouth, “And I want things to go well.” You said as you took a deep breath, then another to keep your stomach from twisting and turning. 

“I’m sure they will.” He reassured you, giving Theo a little bounce. Theo held both of his thumbs up eagerly, matching Billy’s bright smile. 

“Okay,” You breathed in deeply, nodding at the two sets of eyes that fell on you, “I’m ready.” You told them seriously, inviting the feeling of Billy’s palm against your own. Theo reached across, just enough to give your head a little pat. 

The little nursing home was nice, bright as you guided them through the familiar area. She was placed in her usual spot, her fingers neatly linked on her lap as she observed the birds that stopped at the birdfeeder outside. 

“Nana,” You introduced yourself as you knelt in front of her, gently holding her hand over her fuzzy blanket, “Hi. How are you?” You asked, holding onto her firmly until she turned her gaze towards you. 

“Hm,” She paused, squinting her eyes as she observed you for the longest time, “Oh honey roll. It’s been a while.” She stated as her lips curled into a smile. 

“About a week,” You nodded your head in agreement, “I wanted you to meet some people.” You told her seriously, glancing back at where Billy was standing. Theo had buried his face into his shoulder, hiding himself away in a shy manner you weren’t used to. 

“Oh,” She paused as she turned towards Billy, “And who are you? If I had known they were hiring male strippers I would’ve put on my tight leggings.” She teased you, making your eyes widen in disbelief. 

“Nana!” You shrieked, shocked that she had said such a thing. Embarrassment rushed through you as you quickly turned to apologize to Billy, listening to the amused chuckle that rolled off of his tongue. He set Theo down gently, only for the toddler to wrap himself tightly against Billy’s legs. 

“Oh, it was just a joke,” She shrugged you off, “What was your name, handsome?” She asked, pulling her hands up to her face as she admired him. You scoffed. 

“Uh, Billy,” He stuck his hand out, laughing softly at the way she kissed his knuckles, “I see where honey roll gets her looks from.” He sent you a wink, making you grumble underneath your breath. 

“All me, obviously,” She nodded her head as she leaned forward, looking at the way Theo was hiding behind Billy’s legs, “Whose this little creature? You didn’t say you had a kid.” She motioned at him, trying to get him to walk closer. 

“He’s my student,” You corrected, heart thumping harshly as you gave the toddler a reassuring smile, “This is Theo, he’s Billy’s son.” You gave his back a little rub, letting him take his time as he examined your nana. 

“You’re very cute,” She smiled as she held her hand out patiently, waiting for Theo to approach, “I don’t bite. See? No teeth.” She showed off her gums, making him stumble back into Billy’s arms in surprise. 

“Oh my,” You sighed as you rubbed your hands over your face, “Thanks, nana.” You shook your head, hoping she wouldn’t scare Theo too badly. 

“That happens when you chew gum?” The toddler finally asked, looking towards you curiously. You pressed your lips into a soft grin, meeting Billy’s amused gaze for a moment as you decided the best way to answer that. 

“Worse,” She shook her head as she wheezed loudly, “It’s from all of the fruits and vegetables I ate.” She sighed deeply as she stuck her legs out dramatically. 

“Nana no!” You shook your head, wishing you could erase her words as Theo gasped in his father’s arms. Billy began to protest too, trying to get him calmed down. 

“Huh?” Theo questioned, looking a little horrified as he brought his little fingers up to his teeth. Billy chuckled, kissing the top of his head as he held him there. 

“Oh she’s just teasing,” Billy reassured him quickly, “Those are good for you.” He promised, rocking him back and forth as Theo stared at your grandmother in confusion. 

“But they taste disgusting,” She scoffed, “Don’t listen to them. Eat all of the sugar and gum you want.” She told him with a nod of her head, looking proud of her teasing. 

“You’re making a horrible introduction.” You mumbled, but was unable to stop the smile that formed on your lips as she laughed in response. At least she remembered you today. 

By the end of your meeting, Theo had warmed up enough to your nana to give her a little handshake. Not quite a hug just yet. He was quick to crawl back into Billy’s arms, attaching himself to him like a little koala. 

Tight hugs and promises of visiting soon were exchanged before you left. You were pretty proud that your nana approved of Billy, even if she kept flirting with him the whole time. Billy had simply reminded you that older women loved him. 

“She nice,” Theo hummed as Billy buckled him back up, his eyes searching for yours, “I draw her picture!” He said with a nod of his head. You grinned.

“Oh she would love that.” You told him seriously, knowing your nana would love little doodles and pictures. 

“Ready?” Billy asked as he gently shut the back door, sliding into the driver’s seat. You bit your bottom lip, admiring the way his hand felt against your knee. 

“Mhm.” You hummed in response, a little lost in the blue in his eyes. He was so handsome, so sweet. You weren’t sure how he had annoyed you in the beginning. 

“Maybe you’d want to stay over for a while?” He asked as he slowly put the car in reverse, using his one hand to drive. It was far more attractive than you thought it could be. 

“I do have an apartment.” You reminded him playfully, trying to recall the last time you’d stayed there. It had been some time, you thought. 

“Not as nice,” He grinned teasingly, “We like having you over.” You smiled at his words, heart fluttering roughly. You liked being with them too. 

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Thank you so much for reading this <3 Won't do another series but if anyone has any requests for this lil family feel free to send them my way <3

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The Do Over

Closer to My Heart Masterlist (one chapter to go!)

Single Dad!Billy Hargrove x Fem!Reader

Billy invites you to meet someone, meanwhile you feel your relationship changing.

Theo was having a rough day.

He had spent most of the morning with his head down, his face resting pitifully between his tiny palms and his eyes forced down on his desk as he refused to join circle time with each session. He only seeped deeper into his blanket of sadness. 

Coloring pages had been passed out, but he remained in his same position. His blue eyes glazed over, filled with little tears before he quickly wiped at them again. Your heart hurt as you slowly approached him, squatting down so you could get a better look at him before he quickly turned away.  

“Theo,” You questioned gently as you were tucking his soft curls behind his ears, “What’s wrong? My giggle box hasn’t even smiled today.” You told him teasingly, recalling how he was usually one of your louder laughers. 

“Noting.” He sniffled, slowly accepting one of your tissues before he held his head down once again. He had been asleep when Billy dropped him off this morning, perhaps he was upset about not seeing his father leave. 

“Are you sure?” You pried gently, not liking to leave your students so upset. He gave a bitter nod before he inhaled deeply, his bottom lip quivering as he pulled his tiny fingers into a fist. 

“Mhm.” He mumbled, sniffling as he wiped at his eyes with the tissue you’d given him. His little hands shook, his nose scrunching up as he tried to keep from crying. It hurt you a little bit, watching him resist so harshly. 

“Because we can talk alone if you need to,” You offered gently, “My ears are always open.” You reminded him, brushing your fingers through his hair once again. He turned towards you, features wrinkled in despair. 

“I miss my mommy.” He said at last, his voice breaking as the tears fell forth. He cried as he covered his face, his bottom lip wobbling as he continued to messily wipe at his face. 

“Oh,” You stalled, completely lost on how to approach this subject. This was the first time you had ever heard Theo bring her up before, “I’m sorry. It’s tough to miss someone that you can’t see.” You nodded your head in agreement, bringing another tissue up to wipe at his face

“Mhm.” He pouted as you pulled him into your arms, giving him a little squeeze. His head fell to your shoulder as he trembled, holding onto you tightly as he let his sorrows out. You held him just as tightly, waiting until he was done before you pulled away. 

“How about you help me pass these papers out?” You questioned him, watching the way he held his fingers out a second later, “Thank you.” You smiled, watching as he slowly went around the room with the papers. You inhaled deeply, trying to figure out if this was something you should call Billy about. You decided against it a second later, not wanting to disrupt his day again. Perhaps everything would be fine after this event. 

Theo stayed by your side the rest of the day, content on taking over your helper role. He crawled onto your lap whenever he could, which you allowed for the time being. He needed some sort of comfort, you wouldn’t push him away. 

And you weren’t really showing favoritism. You held all of your students in a similar way when they were upset, but Theo was perhaps just a smidge different now. Billy was special to you, so that meant Theo had to be as well. 

“What do you think you and your dad will do tonight?” You asked him once everything was packed up and you were both waiting at the front door. He had crawled onto your lap as soon as you had sat down, shoving his thumb into his mouth. He wasn’t supposed to do it, but you didn’t feel right correcting it either. 

“I no know.” He sighed as he dropped his head to your shoulder again, closing his eyes as he held onto you. You rested your chin on the top of his head, wishing you had some better encouragements for him. 

“It’s the weekend,” You replied gently as you rocked him back and forth, “I bet you’ll go to the park again.” You set up the scenario, peeking down at him to see if you could get a reaction from him. 

“I wanna swim.” He mumbled softly, pulling his thumb free from his mouth as he looked at you seriously. You smiled in agreement. 

“That sounds fun too.” You told him seriously, rubbing his back as you tried to get some sort of smile from him. 

The sound of the front door opening rattled you both, startling you as Theo hopped from your lap with incredible speed. Billy barely had his foot through the door met he looked towards him in surprise. 

“Daddy!” He cried instantly, holding his arms up over his head as he sprinted towards Billy. He was fully crying again, sobbing like he used to do on the first few days of daycare when Billy would drop him off or pick him up.

Billy’s sunglasses nearly toppled off of his head with the quick way he lifted Theo up into his arms. He looked over at you curiously, to which you only shrugged in response. You didn’t know what to say to him. 

“Rough day?” He mumbled as he rocked Theo back and forth, cradling his hand over the back of his head. He gave the side of his head a soft kiss. You stood, slowly making your way towards them. 

“He spoke about missing his mom,” You whispered softly, unsure if it would make Theo more upset, “He’s just been sad all day.” You mumbled as you rubbed your arm.

Billy looked at you surprised, like he wasn’t expecting that answer. You hadn’t been either. You hadn’t known Theo to ever bring her up before. You were just as clueless. 

“Maybe tonight isn’t the best time,” He sighed as he looked down at Theo, referencing the date you had planned, “I’m sorry.” He apologized, but you weren’t offended at all. His son definitely needed him more at the moment. 

“I’m off tomorrow,” You said slowly, “Maybe we can do something then.” You gave his arm a soft squeeze, feeling a little reassured to do so. 

“We were going to visit Annie’s resting place tomorrow,” He said softly, making you nod along as you realized why he was probably so upset, “Theo was asking yesterday.” He gave the toddler a little bounce, only to earn a whine in response. 

“Right,” You nodded your head softly, “I’m sorry about your loss. It must be hard.” You watched the way he gave Theo a soft kiss on the top of his head again, his blue eyes filled with considerations. 

“Sometimes,” He paused for a moment, “I want you to go with us.” He stated as he drew his eyes up towards yours, leaving you stunned for a moment. You opened your mouth then shut it again, trying to process what he had said. 

“What?” You shook your head, sure that you were hearing things as you blinked in confusion. You weren’t sure if that was necessarily appropriate, but there wasn’t a rule book on how to do it either. You weren’t even sure if you were really official with Billy. 

“Come with us,” He said again, “I want you to meet her.” His lips curled into a soft smile, but his eyes were insistent. Like it was really important to him. 

“Okay,” You replied, a little unsure about the situation, “Is that appropriate?” You asked him seriously, worried that you may end up offending her. Or anyone else. You didn’t want to seem like you were pushing yourself into their lives. Especially if Theo wasn’t ready for that. 

“I don’t see why not,” He shrugged his shoulders softly, “It would make me feel better about everything. I think she would’ve liked you if she had gotten the chance to know you.”

“I see,” You nodded your head slowly, still uncertain but willingly to do it for him, “Of course, I’ll go.”

“Hi,” Theo said brightly the next morning, eyes twinkling as his better mood radiated in the car, “I’m seeing my mommy!” He told you as he kicked his little shoes together, lips pulled into a wide smile. Billy pulled his hands away from your hips, apparently satisfied that you could climb into the car on your own. 

“I heard,” You replied as you buckled up, then turned to face him with an eager smile, “Are you excited?” You questioned, glancing over as Billy entered into the driver’s seat once again. Your eyes drifted for just a moment, drawn in by the way the majority of his shirt was unbuttoned and showing off his golden skin. 

“Mhm.” Theo hummed along as he chewed on the rest of his banana, looking content as you turned around once again. At least he was content. You were glad Billy had found some way to make him happy. 

“Thanks for joining us.” Billy spoke up this time, glancing towards you as he rested his sunglasses back over his nose. He took off, a little faster than you were used to but you didn’t complain. And Theo seemed to enjoy it by his little giggles that he spit out from his carseat. 

“Of course,” You nodded as you held your palms over your knees, “Thank you for inviting me.” You told him, pretending like you hadn’t spent half the night up thinking about this whole situation. You decided that as a support role it was fine. But you were definitely overthinking things once again. 

“You’re not uncomfortable, are you?” He cocked an eyebrow as he glanced at you, like he already knew. It was intriguing to you that he seemed so good at reading people, yet you couldn’t get anything from him. His thoughts were buried away and locked up tightly. 

“I’m a little nervous,” You admitted, “I don’t know why.” You shrugged your shoulders softly as you stopped playing with your hands, knowing it was a silly thing to be worried about. Billy wanted you there. Even Theo seemed to want you to come. 

“It’s just Annie,” He replied seriously, “She had that effect.” He laughed to himself, even though you felt your eyes growing several sizes too big. You really hoped this wouldn’t be disrespectful to her. 

The cemetery wasn’t a long drive away and the car ride had been filled with Theo belting out the lyrics to every song on the radio. Even if he didn’t know them, he made up his own. He was even cuter outside of your classroom. 

Billy had gotten out of the car first, leaving you with no time to process arriving before he held the door open for him. A quiet thanks had left your lips as you looked around. It was peaceful out, the sun was high in the air and the grass was a healthy green. Maybe that was a good sign.

Theo celebrated his freedom by stretching out his little limps, then wiggling in between you and Billy so he could grasp your hand and Billy’s at the same time. He babbled off about what he was going to do later, apparently hungry as he continually brought up fish sticks. 

“What should I do?” You asked seriously, coming towards a halt as Theo sat himself down in front of a headstone. You were being cautious, trying to be as respectful as you could possibly be.

“It’s not like she’s going to get offended,” He chuckled, “Well, maybe.” He said teasingly as he glanced towards the sky, squinting his eyes playfully like he was searching through the clouds. You gulped.

“That’s not funny.” You replied as you shook your head, not wanting to be rude to Annie in any possible way. Even though she was dead.

“Trust me, she would’ve thought it was hilarious.” He chuckled as he rubbed the back of his neck, his eyes glistening like the ocean as he turned towards you.

“I’m nervous.” You replied as you pulled your lips into a tight smile, feeling like you were intruding despite being invited.

“I share a story or two with Theo, only the good ones,” He added quickly, smiling knowingly, “Then some pictures. He wanted to bring a drawing that he created. I let him do his own thing, you know? I don’t think he understands fully.”

“He’s little.” You said in agreement, watching as Theo traced his tiny fingers across her engraved name. It made your heart hurt a little bit, wishing he could touch his mother’s warm skin instead of a cold stone.

“Too little,” He nodded his head softly, “I wish I had more answers for him.” He shrugged his shoulders, looking like he had gone through many different ideas and thoughts. At least he wasn’t pretending like she didn’t exist.

“I think you’re doing just fine.” You told him seriously, knowing that Theo would appreciate this even if Billy couldn’t see that.

“This my mama,” Theo smiled as he tilted his head, standing near the headstone this time, “We got flowers!” He shouted quickly, eyes wide as he pulled his bag open hurriedly to pull some daisies free. “They’re very pretty,” You told him honestly, “Did you pick them out?” You questioned, straightening out the makeshift bouquet.

“Mhm,” He nodded his head along, “Me and daddy.” He grinned proudly, making you hum in appreciation.

“I bet she’s very happy with them,” You replied as he twisted the flowers between his fingers, “She’s very lucky.” 

“Daddy,” Theo turned his head towards Billy, squinting his eyes as the sun danced onto his skin, “You have the pictuwe?”

“Of course,” He smiled as he passed it off to him once Theo had sat down and crossed his little legs, “He likes that one.” He held it out towards you, pressing it into your fingers gently. 

Annie was pretty. Really pretty. Dark hair and eyes, tanned skin and full lips. Theo was tiny, itty bitty in her arms as she stared down at him. There were tired lines around her eyebrows, a pained expression on her face. But in her eyes there was only love. Full adoration that you figured only came from fighting to bring something so precious into the world. 

“This is a beautiful picture,” You whispered softly, glimpsing at Theo’s full head of hair and the loud cry that was frozen on his lips, “I think she’d be happy with how you’ve raised him.”

“Right,” Billy snorted, smiling before he handed the picture off to Theo, “Here you go, bub.” 

“Tanks.” He smiled gently as he sat back in front of the headstone. He whispered this time along, like he was telling her secrets.

“Are there any more pictures of them?” You asked curiously, wondering when her time of death had aligned. You had always heard it had been right away, but perhaps there had been time between her and Theo. Precious moments.

“No.” He stated as he pulled a cigarette free, taking a moment to light it up. He tilted his head, keeping a close eye on Theo.

“I’m sorry.” You told him honestly, glancing back at the toddler who was proudly showing off his drawing now. You wondered if it would always be like this.

“It’s not your fault,” He replied as he shook his head, “She always thought things happened for a reason.” He shrugged his shoulders and blew a cloud of smoke out towards you playfully.

“Sucky reasons.” You agreed with him, truly wondering if Annie would’ve liked you or not. Hopefully enough that she didn’t feel as if you were stealing her place.

“Yeah,” He sighed as he took another long drag, “But I can’t change anything about that.” No one could, you just hoped that Theo would be fine with that.

You both continued to watch Theo for a few minutes, listening to him babble excitedly towards the tombstone. He finished by leaning forward and giving the tombstone a soft kiss, looking content before he stood and ran back towards Billy. 

“We’re having a fancy lunch today,” Billy started, grinning as he helped you into the passenger seat again, “Fish sticks and french fries.” He proclaimed, glancing back at where Theo had been buckled in. 

“Yummy!” He cheered from the backseat, eyes bright as he clapped his hands together. He tilted his head back and forth, giggling loudly before he began to make car sounds once again. 

“Sounds delicious,” You smiled, looking back towards Theo, “Can I join?” You asked kindly, grinning at the way he scoffed. Definitely his fathers son.

“Yeah, siwwy!” He smiled as he played with one of the trucks on his lap, distracting himself as the music blared to life.

“How about you stay over?” Billy suggested as he turned towards you, slowly sliding his sunglasses over his nose. You exhaled roughly.

“The night?” You asked, rubbing your ears as if you had heard him wrong. Did he trust you that much? Perhaps it wasn’t necessarily taking any big steps forward. But maybe it was. You sort of hoped that it was. 

“Somethin’ wrong with that?” He asked you as he pulled out of the parking lot, making you shake your head. You just wanted to be sure that you were both on the same page before you gave your heart out to him. 

“No,” You replied quickly, “I just don’t have spare clothes.” You grinned as you motioned towards your outfit, making him chuckle underneath his breath. It was nice. Really nice. You felt like you were in a good place for the first time in a long time.

“We can get you some.” He promised as he reached across, his large palm resting against your bare skin. You breathed in deeply, trying to ignore the sparks that spread through your body. 

“Alright,” You answered gently, feeling your heart flutter roughly inside of your chest, “Sounds like a date.” 

Tags: @cassandracorvo @marshmallowgem @shes-an-odd-bird @stormy-stardust @highwaywildflower @amberpanda99 @sssstarstruck @zoexme @missingbillyhargrove @let-love-bleeds-red @empath-bunny

[sad-brunnettee]

—you shook me all night long

working double time on the seduction line. she's one of a kind, she's just mine, all mine. — student!billy x fwb!reader ; ❀.·:·

He’d been what you had been waiting for. Egotistical, self-centered, and superficial. Not that everyone at school wasn’t. But there’d also been his reputation amongst the other girls that he’d so quickly garnered that had caught even your attention. It was after hearing that he’d made his way through three girls in as many weeks that you made your decision final.

Perhaps he would reject you. You’d, after all, not spoken to him even once since he’d come to Hawkins High. And he seemed to like attention. And you were certainly about to offer him some. But to give it to him so freely…perhaps he preferred a chase.

You have little patience for such meaningless social practices, however.

After…what happened, you now have a low tolerance for a great many things. Immaturity and juvenile antics chief among them.

You’d been watching him for the last few days, observing, thinking, fantasizing. It wasn’t about him, though. And that didn’t exactly make you feel good about what you were about to do—use him, essentially, which made you feel not entirely different from the man from last summer…

But, you had to remind yourself, that, so long as he consented, that made all the difference.

You’d both be getting what you wanted. Him another notch in his belt, which seems to be all he’s after, and you…a piece of yourself being taken back on your own terms.

You’ve been rehearsing and re-rehearsing this conversation mentally during every waking hour for the last week, playing through the different scenarios. His predictable flirtatious replies and commentary—you cutting straight to the point, making clear what you want.

He can either take the offer, or leave it.

You calmly make your way over to Billy Hargrove, who’s standing at his locker, putting his things away, ready to head home and start his weekend. At least you’ll be helping him start it with a metaphorical ‘bang’, if nothing else.

Despite your best efforts to remain calm, your heart pounds and palms become sweaty at the simple prospect of him laughing in your face at what you’re about to ask of him. All your foolish planning and hoping…down the drain in an instant.

“Hello, Billy,” you say quietly, politely, clasping your hands behind you. Then wondering if such a position makes this seem too much like a business deal.

You tell yourself you’re just overthinking things.

Billy’s arm jerks as he goes to slide his last textbook onto the top shelf of his locker—surprised, if not also pleased, that you’re finally speaking your first words to him. He’s been waiting for this moment since he first came to Hawkins High. You’re the one girl in all the school that’s hardly had any amount of interaction with him since his first day, and he’d, initially, humored himself by brushing it off as you clearly playing hard-to-get, until the weeks went on and you still had yet to even glance in his general direction.

You seemed reluctant to notice him, but he had certainly noticed you. You were…quiet, lonely, but definitely attractive. Perhaps you needed just the right amount of male attention to get you to come out of your shell.

He’s certainly the man for the job.

He shuts his locker—screaming at himself to act casual—and leans a shoulder against it, other hand on his hip as a smirk crawls across his lips. He lets his eyes flit up and down your body before settling on your own that’re waiting patiently for him—for his ridiculous bit of peacocking to come to a close so you can address the matter at-hand.

“Hey yourself, sweetheart. Somethin’ you need? Maybe a ride home?” He asks with a raised brow, hoping you fucking say yes.

“Are you busy tonight?”

His lip twitches. Good. You’re finally coming around.

He shrugs. “Not as far as I know. You got something in mind you want to go do? Maybe hit the mall and—”

“Are your parents home?”

He blinks at you. Surely you aren’t about to make things that fucking easy on him.

“Not until later tonight. Both have work, then their usual date night. So, the house is all ours if you want to come over,” he states, leaning in toward you. Max had told him during lunch that she’s going to a friend’s for the night—which he now thanks God for.

You nod, smiling. “I’d like to.”

He grins—entirely surprised; him having thought you different. No work involved, huh? He could do with that. After all, sex is sex. Even better with a pretty girl.

He nods toward the end of the hall, which leads out of the school. “Let’s go then, doll.”

You don’t pay your classmates any mind as you walk with Billy out to his car. They’ll think what they want about you being seen with him. Most likely that you’re another doe-eyed girl he’s suckered into his bed. As if you don’t have a mind of your own about you, and because he’s a man he’s calling all the shots while you follow along aimlessly.

As if this isn’t all your idea.

You play along to an extent with Billy as he shows off in his car—quickly reversing out of the lot, as if he can’t hurry you away to his house fast enough. Blaring music and shifting gears and generally being a guy all the while. You simply sit in the seat next to him with a pleasant smile and laugh accordingly at the appropriate times, eager to be alone with him in his room.

Once the front door is shut behind you, you give him a pleasant smile, while he grins. “You uh—”

You interrupt. “Can I see your room?”

He raises a brow. “Y-Yeah, sure.”

You follow him back that way, admiring all his assests. His beautiful, curly blond hair, his broad shoulders, his muscled arms…his tight ass.

He really is very good-looking. Pretty, even.

He leads you into the requested room, awkwardly leaning back against his dresser, watching as you look the small space over.

His open closet that has a number of button-ups hanging within, a few pairs of jeans, some boots thrown onto the floor. His unmade twin-size bed—dark blue sheets stretched across it—a bookshelf with records and used novels organized crudely. And then there’s his dresser that has a couple hairbrushes, a comb, hairspray, a random men’s shaver, cologne strewn across an oakwood surface.

You pad toward him, smiling softly. “Do you want to have sex?”

His eyes widen and he shifts on his feet, gripping the edge of the dresser behind him in each of his palms. “You…you want to?”

He can’t believe how fucking forward you’re being. No guessing games, no flirtations, no forcing him to take the lead. Just…jumping right in.

Immediately into the deep-end he goes, he thinks.

You nod, stepping closer, taking one of his hands in yours. “Yes, I do.”

He clears his throat nervously. “Yeah, okay. Sure.”

You cock your head slightly to the side. “If you don’t want to it’s okay. You can tell me.”

He shakes his head, smiling slightly, looking down at his socked feet, soft curls falling forward—they really are very adorable.

“No, I do. I…I have for fuckin’ weeks. Most girls just aren’t so… I’m always the one who has to y’know…ask for it.”

He looks at you from under his golden head of hair.

“You haven’t talked to me since I came here and now you want me inside of you?”

You loop your index finger between two of the buttons in the middle of his shirt. “I’m sorry. I just…it has nothing to do with you. I just have a hard time making friends, I think. I can be shy. But I do really like you.”

You press the front of your body to his. “You’re really handsome.”

He smiles, shaking his head. “You know what the hell you want, don’t you?��

He tucks a lock of hair behind your ear, fighting against the way his hand shakes from nerves.

You nod, standing on tiptoes, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“I want you,” you whisper, pressing your lips to his.

His heart skips a beat , pounding painfully in his chest. He slides his arms around your waist, slipping his hands under the back of your shirt, moving higher and higher until he has the clasp of your bra in his fingertips. And, with one pinch, it comes undone.

He flicks his tongue against yours, teasing you, tasting you.

He grips either side of your shirt, easing it up, revealing your feminine curves, and the two of you break your kiss for only a moment as he tosses it onto the floor.

He reaches down, wanting to work on getting your shorts off next, until your hands overtake his, stilling them.

“Can I undress you?” You ask, looking up at him with flushed cheeks—your breasts entirely exposed now.

His lip twitches and he nods silently.

You take your time unbuttoning his shirt, tugging it out from where it’s tucked into his jeans.

You fold it, setting it atop his dresser, then moving to unbuckling his leather belt. You carefully unbutton and unzip his jeans next, Billy watching you all the while with bated breath.

You really…seem to know what you’re doing. Surprisingly calm, collected, every move measured, as if it’s been rehearsed.

Maybe you get around a lot, even if he’s seemingly witnessed otherwise.

But God if it doesn’t get his dick rock-fucking-hard: a girl taking the lead for once.

You get on your knees and his heart jumps into his throat as you ease his pants down his legs.

He steps out of them, and you fold them as well, reaching up, setting them atop his shirt before you meet his eyes, hooking your fingers under the waistband of his boxers.

“Can I?” You ask, blinking sweetly up at him.

He knows he’s not going to deny you anything this evening.

He nods.

You pull, and his boxers pool around his feet.

You begin kissing his muscled thighs, dragging the tip of your tongue through smatterings of dark hair, and his cock twitches at the heated feel.

You scoot closer, gripping his hips in either of your hands, rubbing soothing circles with your thumbs against them as you move your lips to his abdomen—kissing down, down, even the thick patch of hair above his cock. And then you take him in your hand and you begin to firmly stroke him.

He sucks in a sharp breath between his teeth and you look up at him, watching as he throws his head back, curls falling over his smooth shoulders, his eyes fluttering closed.

You kiss the velvety skin of his cock, gently licking along the length of it, kissing the tip, swiping your wet tongue along it before easing it into your waiting mouth inch-by-inch.

You start firmly sucking, looking up at him, feeling satisfaction when he slams one of his palms down against the dresser, muttering a quiet curse.

You release him with a ‘pop’. “Can you hold my hair? Just don’t yank it, please.”

He eases an eye open, then the other one and he smiles. “Sure thing, baby.”

He scoops your hair into a ponytail with both his hands, holding it in one, the other returning to gripping the dresser as you put him back in your mouth—not stopping until you feel him in the back of your throat.

You drool along the length of him and he moans.

“Fucking shit—”

You swirl your tongue around and around, bobbing your head contentedly before you release him once more, standing.

You twine your fingers between his, leading him over to his bed, which you lie back on comfortably.

He climbs on top of you, unbuttoning your shorts and removing both them and your panties in one fell swoop, tossing them across the room.

He reaches behind you, wanting a condom, until he freezes, watching as you run your fingertips down his chest, craning your neck upward as you press kisses along his pectorals, down his abs, back up his neck, which you wrap your arms around.

You grab his hips, rising up yourself, and he sits.

You seat yourself in his lap, kissing him passionately, your lips smacking together as you run your fingers through his hair, your tongue exploring his hot mouth, and you sigh softly against his lips.

You pull back slightly. “You’re a really good kisser,” you say quietly, returning your lips to his.

He pulls you closer, loving whatever the fuck it is that you’re doing. He’s never had foreplay like this before. Ever.

It’s always been right down to business. No ‘playing around’ involved.

You kiss down his chin, then his cheeks, his nose, his forehead, and then his neck.

He ignores the tears stinging his eyes at the tender gestures from you.

What the fuck is happening? He doesn’t…sex doesn’t stir any emotions within him. Fucking is fucking. It doesn’t mean shit. It’s just physical release.

But this isn’t fucking.

It’s making… No. It isn’t. He doesn’t know you. It’s nothing.

You place your lips next to his ear. “I want you inside of me.”

He reaches across the way, wrapping an arm around your waist as he lays you on your back, grabbing a silver wrapper from atop his bedstand.

He tears it open with his teeth, and then you gingerly take it from him.

“Can I put it on you?” You ask in a quiet whisper.

His lips twitches. “You know how?”

You glance down to his erection, then back to him. “I’d like to try, if that’s okay?”

It’s adorable how you keep asking permission for everything.

He takes himself in-hand and you place the rubber over his weeping tip, rolling it down the length of him, until it’s properly in-place.

And then he hesitates.

“Do you not—” You start, until he smirks.

“I should return the favor real quick. Just make sure you’re ready for me.”

Your brows furrow, until he cranes his neck downward, kissing each of your breasts, licking your nipples before gently rolling them between his teeth, causing your back to arch and a moan to escape your lips, which makes his cock twitch with want.

He grips your waist in his hands, holding you, and he presses wet kisses down your stomach, until he’s reached your dripping pussy.

And then he devours you.

He flicks his tongue against your clit, shoving the speared tip of it between your hot folds, lapping at you, kissing, sucking and you writhe under his tight grip, tangling your fingers in his hair.

“Oh, Billy,” you say, moaning and he does the same in return at the sound of his name spilling from your wanton lips.

And then he finally crawls back on top of you and you take him in your hand and he pushes his hips forward, slowly easing inside of you.

You lift your own hips to meet him, closing your eyes, throwing an arm around his neck, slipping your fingers into his hair.

Once he’s submerged himself between your tight walls, he lowers his chest to your own, kissing you once again, smoothing hair from your face.

You slide your calves along his own, humming in satisfaction in his arms.

He speaks against your lips. “That feel good?”

You nod, smiling. “It’s perfect. Everything is. Thank you, Billy.”

His brow twitches. That’s a first. Being thanked.

He kind of likes it, though.

He smirks, easing in and out of you pleasurably. “I’ve wanted to fuck you since the first day we met.”

You push your hips against his own, wanting as much of him inside of you as you can take. Can get. “Oh, yeah? You wanted this that badly?” You say, sighing, your voice breathy.

He kisses your lips. “Wanted you,” he mumbles, taking a nipple in his mouth.

You kiss the top of his head.

“Can I—” You swallow thickly. “Be on top. Like…in your lap?”

His eyes meet yours. “Show me, baby.”

You keep your hips connected to his as you sit up, straddling him, his back pressed to the wall behind him, feet hanging off the edge of the bed as you wrap your arms around his neck.

You start rocking your hips slowly against his own, sighing, smiling. “Feel so good,” you whimper, growing so wet you can hear it.

He slides his hands down your soft curves, making you shudder at his pleasing touch, and he grips your bottom in each his hands. “Fuck, tell me about it, sweetheart.”

You press your lips to his shoulder, whining against it. “Oh, God, Billy.”

He eases his head back against the wall. “You close, babydoll?”

You nod, kissing his neck, flicking the tip of your tongue against the soft tanned skin. “I am. Mm, yes.”

He goes to reach between your legs—to start playing with your clit—until you shake your head.

You pull back, staring into his hooded eyes, smoothing curls from his handsome face. “No. Just you.”

He bites his lower lip. “You want to come on my cock, baby? That it, honey?”

You nod. “Yes, please.”

He shakes his head lightly. “So fuckin’ polite, baby girl.”

You grin and kiss him again. “You’re so pretty.”

He snorts quietly. “Oh, yeah?”

You tenderly kiss his stubbled cheek. “Yeah.”

“Not too bad yourself,” he says, cupping the back of your head, pressing your forehead against his.

The two of you grow quiet then, only the sound of sheets shifting beneath him, the bed quietly squeaking, your ragged breaths, your wetness—his long cock between your thighs pleasuring you.

He twitches, then strains for a moment before his member calms again, but only briefly before twitching once more.

“I’m so fuckin’ close, baby.”

You nod, tears stinging your eyes. “I am, too. Mm, Billy.”

He wraps his arms around you, holding you close. “Come on. Come with, honey. C’mon. Good girl, c’mon. Come all over my cock. That’s it.”

You squeeze around him, liking the things he’s saying to you—that he’s encouraging your orgasm forward. Wants it.

 You start to bounce against his thighs, desperate for your release, which is continually growing with every thrust of his hips, bringing both of you closer and closer.

“Oh, Billy, please. I want it.”

He groans in the back of his throat. “Fuck. Fuck. Yeah, almost there. C’mon, baby. Come on. Come on it.”

You begin dragging in ragged breaths, your toes curling under your bottom, muscles tightening, eyes squeezing shut. “Yes, yes, Billy, al—almost. I want it so bad.”

He slaps your bottom gently. “Fuck, that’s it. Come with me.”

You bite down lightly on his shoulder, your body shuddering as you scream quietly against his warm skin, suddenly feeling lightheaded as your walls squeeze him tightly, urging him to follow you along, your ogasm washing over you with powerful force.

And then he does the same.

He throws his head back, slamming it into the wall, holding you in a vicelike grip against his chest, moaning your name loudly, slamming his cock into your soaked pussy repeatedly. “Oh, fuck, baby. So fucking good. Good fucking girl. Yes!”

Slowly, the two of you calm, his straining cock finishing with filling the condom, and you slump against his chest, desperate to catch your breath while your eyes flutter closed.

You fight back tears at finally having righted such a horrible, evil, revolting wrong.

You’ve taken back a part of yourself on your own terms—every moment had been absolutely perfect. Everything you’d ever wanted it to be. Had needed it to be the last few months.

You kiss him achingly slowly.

“Thank you,” you whisper. “Thank you, Billy. So much.”

You’re making it seem like he’s done you some unspoken favor, but he’ll take it anyway, gratefully.

“I think…” He starts, wondering if he should say it.

And then you cup his cheeking, kissing his opposite one so sweetly. “What is it?”

He goes for it, living in the moment—wanting you to know how good a lay you are.

“That was the best sex I’ve ever had.”

The summer before senior year something unspeakable happens to you when leaving a video rental store one night. Afterward, you withdraw further and further into yourself until you’re all you have left.

And then Billy Hargrove comes to Hawkins High, and you, along with the rest of the female student population, quickly take notice of him. But for you, it’s not due to some juvenile crush. You see him as a way to gain back a part of yourself. A means to an end—no matter how insensitive that may sound.

And so you have a one-night stand. Or what was meant to be. Until he comes to you asking for more.

The two of you agree up-front that no commitment or feelings will be involved. That it’s about one thing and one thing only: mind-blowing sex.

And then he starts having movie-nights with you, afternoons at the arcade, evenings driving around town in his car, eating at local diners, among countless other interactions that most-certainly aren’t dates.

Because Billy doesn’t do feelings. Or so he thinks…

headcanons:

billy is the first & only person reader tells what happened to her.

all the times they hang out is almost always at billy's invitation.

[sad-brunnettee]

—fucked my way up to the top

lay me down tonight, i'm your favorite girl. i fucked my way up to the top. this is my show. — hardcorepornking!billyhargrove x softcorepornqueen!reader ; ☆*¨*

tw: nfsw

He leans across the table—his black button-up undone all the way down to his navel, advertising a perfectly tanned and sculpted chest, golden curls falling over his forehead, and that signature smirk somehow now instead replaced by a nervous smile.

"Billy Hargrove— but you'd already know that," he says with a shake of his head.

You slide your hand into his.

"Y/N," you reply with a soft smile.

"Glad we don't have to use our stage names for this meeting, at least," he says with a chuckle, still shaking your hand, as if he's forgotten that it's still within his grip. "Yours is fuckin' adorable, though. 'Lola Love'. I'm—I'm a huge fan. I want you to know that. I mean, I've seen almost all your movies, own most of 'em on tape."

"That's very sweet of you to say. I'm glad you enjoy my work."

You glance down to your hand and his brows furrow before a look of realization ghosts across his features.

"Shit, sorry," he says sheepishly, releasing you then.

Your manager and his both exchange looks, before the four of you finally seat yourselves.

Your cross your thigh-high clad legs—pink fluffy slippers on your feet—and Billy is reluctant to remove his eyes from your pink, satin robe.

He's fucked more women than he can count, but you... You're the one he's wanted to above all others for years. With you...getting paid would just be an added bonus.

Billy's manager opens his mouth to begin speaking, until the young man interrupts him, now grinning, eyes full of excitement just to be near you. "I want you to know, before we start, that I've always wanted to work with you. I mean, since I got out here—since I started shooting movies—it's been a constant dream of mine."

You smile warmly. "That's very flattering."

You then focus on his manager, wishing to now properly start the meeting.

Billy leans back, heart thundering in his chest, and actually fucking blushing. He's never been like this before. With all the others, he's always the one who plays things off as nonchalant. They're the ones who want his attention. But you...you clearly like to keep things strictly professional.

He can respect that. Makes you even more attractive—not that he thought that possible.

It's just that...you're fucking perfect. Perfect body, the goddamn sounds you make when you're on camera, how wet you get, that you make your orgasms seem so real, that you're so sensual, and all your films seem so intimate and beautiful. He's been chomping at the bit for years to get on-camera with you, and now here it finally is: his dreams coming true.

Not that it hadn't taken him being up his managers ass for weeks on-end to get this meeting arranged.

But hopefully you don't know that.

His manager then clears his throat. "Alright, so, we're all aware that you and Billy create two entirely different kinds of content. But our hope is that, by bringing two of the biggest names in porn and the leading lady and man of your respective genres into one film, it can serve as a sort of merging of the 'best of both worlds', so to speak. I mean we," he glances to Billy, who nods his head, leaning back, before he turns back to you, "think this can be a huge opportunity. And we have a lot of ideas, but this is going to be a very collaborative process the entire way through, so I think the best place to start is by asking what hard limits there are for both of you. Because that can really help by narrowing things down."

You clasp your hands in your lap, nodding.

Billy smiles, gesturing to you. "Ladies first."

You smile in return. "Thank you."

You look at his manager then. "Well, mine is a fairly extensive list, in truth. I make my films for a very specific audience, and I don't intend to go against my own interests, but I am open to new ideas. So, to start with, I don't do degradation—I won't lie there while a man throws vulgarities at me. No hitting, slapping, strangulation—"

Billy interrupts, leaning forward. "I'm sorry. Strangulation?"

"Mhm. I know you all in hardcore like to refer to it by 'choking', but wrapping your hands around someone's throat while they struggle to breathe is technically strangulation."

You turn back to his manager then, leaving him tiffed that you're being so short with him. Already this meeting isn't going how he'd always imagined it would...

"I'm not opposed to spanking, but lightly—I won't tolerate any sort of treatment that will leave a bruise or marks. Other than hickys, that is, and even then, it depends. No yanking on my hair, either. Tangling his fingers in it is fine—"

Billy snorts. "'Tangling my fingers'? What's the goddamn difference?"

You blink at him. "I'd prefer if you didn't use vulgar language during this meeting. It makes you come off as hostile, which, in turn, makes me uncomfortable."

He clamps his mouth shut, bouncing his leg in irritation.

"But, to answer your question, tangling is more a...romantic gesture to bring me closer to you, I suppose. Yanking is pulling roughly on it to induce pain. I don't do pain."

He raises a brow, resting his bent elbow atop an arm of the chair, placing his chin in his hand, his index finger pressed to his cheek, his middle over his lips.

You continue. "No spitting on me, no just...pounding away inside of me—"

Billy interrupts again, and shuts his manager down as soon as he turns to him to try and calm his temper that he knows is about to ruin everything. "What, exactly, is it that you do, then? I mean, it sounds to me like the things you are willing to go along with would be a lot shorter list."

You study him for a moment, liking him less and less with each word that he speaks, your patience nearly run-out. "I thought you said you'd seen my work?"

"I have. And I think it's real sweet the stuff you do, but...have you seen any of mine?"

You shake your head. "I don't believe so. No."

He grows quiet for a moment. "None. Not even—"

"I'm sorry. Hardcore just isn't a genre that appeals to me. It's nothing against you, personally."

"Well, sweetheart," you bristle at term, knowing he's using it to demean you. "Softcore isn't my thing. But that's why we're here. To come up with something that leaves both sides satisfied. Sounds to me like you just want another softcore snore fest where you'll get to call all the shots."

You stand then, having had enough.

Richard, your manager, does as well. "Thank you both for your time and for showing interest in working with me. I appreciate it, but I can say with certainty that I'm not who you're looking for. I hope you both enjoy the rest of your day."

Billy's manager stands, then, knowing his client has blown the opportunity. That when it comes to you...second chances simply don't happen.

He shakes your hand. "Thank you for meeting with us. It was great talking to you."

"You as well, Ron," you say before extending a hand to Billy, who's still sitting in his chair, fuming.

"So that's it, then? We come all the way here just to get told no before you even let me speak."

You cross your arms. "In truth, Mr. Hargrove, I find your behavior to be grossly unprofessional. And, given that fact, I don't feel comfortable with even the idea of getting on camera with you—having sex with you even less-so—I wish you luck in all your future endeavors, though."

With that, you nod to Richard. "If you have any further questions, you can speak to my manager, Rich. I'm sure he'll be happy to answer them. But I really should get back to work. We have some re-shoots to get to today. Thank you for coming."

It's just as you've reached the door that Billy lets his top fly off. "You don't think it's the least bit 'unprofessional' that you barely let me get a fucking word in edgewise? That we come to you with a great opportunity and—"

Rich speaks up. "Mr. Hargrove, I have great respect for both you and Ron—he and I go way back—but I won't allow this behavior in my studio. I don't know how you all run things over at yours nowadays, but I can tell you that things around here are done a lot differently. Y/N has declined the offer. The meeting is over. I'll escort you both out."

With that, you step out, shutting the door, Billy's muffled yelling coming from behind you as you head back to set, fluffing your teased hair back into place.

Billy's hands are balled into tight fists at his sides as your manager leads him and Ron out of the building, until Billy pauses, standing stark-still, watching with wide eyes from a distance as the cameras roll, filming you laid back on a king-sized bed positioned in the middle of a set that's meant to resemble a well-decorated bedroom.

His jaw clenches as he watches another man lay his body atop yours, easing his long cock inside of you and your eyes roll back, your lips parting as you let out a moan that makes even his own dick stir in his blue jeans, wishing to fucking God that were him right now.

You press your palms gently to the guy's shoulders, turning your head to the side, your eyes fluttering closed as he presses firm, gentle kisses along your soft skin, whispering something in your ear that Billy can't make out as he eases in and out of you—the microphone just out of the shot, but close enough to catch the sweet whispered nothings he says to you.

The fucking cameras aren't even filming your privates and yet he still gets to stick himself inside your cunt. Nothing around here, or in softcore in general, makes any fucking sense to him.

Why have sex if all the good shit is left out? If none of it is even shown on-screen? All your genre serves to do is tease, while his at least pleases.

Rich clears his throat and your eyes pop open, staring at Billy, him staring back at you while he adjusts himself, heading toward the door, while you cry out in ecstasy from behind him.

Once he and Ron are outside he turns back to him. "I don't give a shit what you have to do."

He points to the door they'd just exited the building through. "But I want that to fucking be me."

Ron crosses his arms. "Startin' to think this is less about makin' a movie and more about you gettin' to fuck that girl."

Billy shrugs, pulling a pack of cigarettes out of his front pocket, lighting one up. "Maybe I want both: have my cock being inside her immortalized on tape for all to fuckin' see."

"Lola?"

Shit.

Slowly, you turn around to who you're sure is an adoring fan—mentally preparing for them to start gushing about how much they love you right in the middle of the street, in front of the tropical drink stand you'd just finished purchasing a smoothie from.

And then you breathe a small sigh of relief. Very small.

"Billy."

"Sorry, Y/N, I should've said."

You take a sip of your drink. "Don't worry about it."

You step past him.

"Nice running into you," you lie, with a pleasant smile on your face.

He then reaches out, taking your hand in his, which you immediately yank out of his grip.

"Is there something that you need?"

His eyes trail along your body—your lacy little crop-top, the skirt tied together at one of your hips; advertising one of your long legs, your dainty sandals, and the heart-shaped shades that rest atop your nose—before he replies.

"I'm sorry, alright? For the way I acted that day. Just..." He needs to word this carefully if he's going to get a second chance. Fuck Ron and telling him that his previous one was his only. He doesn't know just how persuasive he can be.

He sighs. "Put yourself in my shoes. Ready to jump out of my skin I was so excited to work with you, only to be rejected almost immediately. It almost felt like you were looking for an excuse to say no. I get why—you don't do hardcore. But that's my life's work. It's the man I am. We came to discuss ideas, which never even happened."

You shift your weight from one foot to the other, considering. "Maybe you're right, that I was on the defense. I just...have my reasons—"

He interrupts. "Help me understand what you have against it: trying something new; working with me."

You slide your shades up, into your voluminous, teased hair, studying him for a moment. "Like I said before, initially my hesitancy had nothing to do with you. But when you lashed out... I don't work with men—with anyone—who behaves that way. I've done it before, and once I got myself out of that life, I promised I'd never do it again. I make no exceptions. Even if you are the 'king' of your respective 'ring' right now."

His brows furrow. Are you implying what he thinks you are?

He leans in toward you, heart hammering at the prospect of it. Peeling back a hidden layer he'd never known about. "Wait. Did...have you done hardcore porn before?"

You swallow thickly, taking another sip of your drink.

"Oh, sweetheart," you say, reaching up, tucking one of his curls behind his ear, and his heart skips a beat like a goddamn schoolboy. "The movies I made make yours look like child's play in comparison."

His eyes flit between yours. "I never—I thought... I've never seen—"

You lower your shades again. "They're not something you'll ever find in the adult section of Blockbuster. I wouldn't even know how to get ahold of a copy of one of them myself, even if I wanted to. But I don't, because I want nothing more than to keep the past where it belongs: behind me."

"What...were they... Are you trying to tell me you shot, what?"

You grow quiet for awhile. "Walk over to the beach with me?"

He nods, and the two of you cross the street during a brief break in traffic, seating yourselves atop a thick concrete wall that reaches up only to your waist.

You take your shades off, setting them beside you as you stare out at the blue ocean ahead.

"I'm telling you this for a number of reasons, but before I do," you turn to him, staring him down. "If you breathe a word of this to anyone, I'll deny it all. And then I will go to the tabloids, to the press, to whoever I must, and your career in porn will be over. Both I, Rich, and the production company have lawyers on retainer, and I will not stop until I've taken you for everything that you're worth. Do you understand me? I still have ties to some very nasty people in this industry who would love nothing more than for me to owe them a favor."

He nods, keeping silent, realizing just how well of an actor you truly are when you're on-screen and all sweet and submissive and gentle, as opposed to this. Domineering...

"When I started out filming...it was on handhelds in people's basements. Abandoned houses. Pay-by-the-hour motel rooms that probably should've been health-coded. I did it because I was desperate for money. Because, as a woman, using your body is always the one sure-fire way to earn a paycheck. So I took whatever they gave me."

You pause.

"In more way than one. Whether I wanted to or not. I just...got through it. I didn't say no. Because I didn't know that I could. Not that they listened when I tried."

A muscle in his jaw feathers.

"But without the way I started, I never would've gotten to where I am now. I gradually made connections, clawed my way to the top through literal blood, sweat, and tears. Among other things. But once I did—make it to where I wanted to be all along—I refused to ever settle for less than I deserve. Less than what I want.

"Every movie of mine has had me attached to it in more than just my starring in it. Not a single frame goes in that I don't personally approve. I want what I release to my fans to be something that I'm proud of. Something that stays faithful to my vision of what I want my career to have been known for when you, and those like you, run the rest of us out of the industry."

He scoffs. "You don't really believe we're chasing you out of town."

You look at him. "What're my films—that are more about art and beauty and love and intimacy—compared to a quick, brutal fuck? I make my movies for women to use me as a voyeur to live out their fantasies of men loving and desiring them—putting their needs and wants first, as opposed to their own. This industry is run and owned and pander to by and for straight men. I'm just...a dying breed. No one cares about story anymore. They just want to get right into the action of a woman being slapped around and having erections shoved into every orifice as quickly as possible."

You shake your head.

"And you see me as just another asshole who's contributing to it," he states.

You sip at your drink.

"I thought you said you'd never seen my material?" Billy asks.

You shrug. "I got curious after the meeting. I rented one, went home, and could only stomach a handful of minutes before I had to shut it off."

He doesn't bother asking which one. They're all the goddamn same.

Unlike yours, which are always unique in various ways. Creative, and maybe even sometimes beautiful.

The two of you are quiet for awhile, listening as waves break against the shore, as children run across warm sand, laughing and chasing each other, seagulls cawing overhead.

"So now you know. Know why I don't allow brutality or degradation in my films. Know what you're creating. I'm not...trying to shame you. Different strokes, I know. And I understand that. That sometimes even women like to get rough. There's nothing wrong with it, so long as everyone is consenting. I just can't...ever do that again."

"I'm sorry," he says quietly. "That you went through that. For my behavior. For...making you see me as being no different than them."

You finish off the last of your drink. "I appreciate your apology."

You look at him. "And I forgive you."

He takes the cup from you, chucking it into a trash can but a few feet away and you grin at the gesture.

"This mean I get a second chance? I know you're real famous for those."

You clasp your hands in your lap. "I worry that you're the type to get aggressive when you don't get your way. I mean, it took me telling you something incredibly personal just for you to—"

"For me to what? Understand you? I had no way to know. I just...saw that day as you insulting what I do, rejecting a generous offer, then walking away like it didn't mean anything more to you: making something unique and one-of-a-kind with me. You made me feel about an inch tall, while I practically fuckin' worship you."

"I didn't mean to come off that way. I get easily defensive at times. It'll sound completely backwards, but sometimes... I feel like in front of the camera is the only place I can let my walls down. Maybe it's because I get to become someone else for awhile. And I can pretend like that opening up is just me acting."

He turns to you. "You have no idea how long I've wanted to make something with you. Wanted just to meet you."

He pauses. "We did. Once before."

Your brows furrow. "Oh?"

He shrugs, looking down, the heels of his boots bouncing off the concrete wall. "Some party in the hills a few years ago. You already had made a name for yourself by then. I was scared shitless because I was just getting into the industry. Honestly, even then you were my favorite porn actress. It's just everything about you. The way you look, your body, the noises you make, the way you talk, and I know you don't show it, but even just hearing how wet you get—in almost every fucking movie—I just...just being near you took my breath away."

He crosses his arms. "So I went up to you—you were surrounded by others like you; famous, I mean—told you I was a huge fan and they started to laugh, made jokes, but you just smiled, gave me a kiss on the cheek and told it meant a lot, that I was sweet to say it. Those five seconds were the only time all night that I didn't want to crawl out of my skin. And I told myself I wouldn't stop until I saw you again, but on set one day, making something together."

You consider all he's said. Both today and during that meeting. One thing is for certain: he has a crush. He's all but said it—made it abundantly clear. "Can I ask you something?"

He looks at you, nodding.

"Is this offer about wanting to make something with me? Or wanting to have sex with me?"

He tucks a loose tendril behind your ear. "Is it so bad if I say both?"

being a softcore porn starlet—the starlet—came at a hefty price. but you vowed once you made it out of the underground: never again, and to that principle you've held true.

now your work appeals solely to the female gaze—making you one of few in the industry who refuses to make films that instead pander to the masses: to the male gaze. you'd, instead, envisioned dreamy, intimate, romantic productions, and once you had a seat at the literal and metaphorical table, you demanded to be listened to. had refused to be backed into a corner ever again, or to allow even one minute of film to ever be released that you hadn't had a hand in, or been proud of creating.

enter billy hargrove—current king of hardcore porn—and someone you've never had an interest in working with. the reverse cannot be said for him, however. so, he begins pressuring his manager to get him into a room with you to talk about making the biggest 'blockbuster' of both your careers.

things immediately get off to a rocky start as each of you butt heads over the nature of what your shared film should be, with one of you eventually walking away entirely from even the idea of the project, until truths are shared during a chance meeting, and chances are taken.

headcanons:

they do end up making a big movie together that is her dream film & he's just honored that he gets to be her leading co-star in it. gets to be a part of that with her.

it does technically end up having both soft & 'hardcore' elements. in that it does finally show penetration and oral, unlike her other works, but in a very tactful and gentle way.

[sad-brunnettee]

fascinated by this screenshot where they took out the poster's username and replaced it with a very small picture of alex the lion

[sad-brunnettee]

thinking about sleeping in billy hargrove's car

soft!billy who always lets you know when he leaves, even when you're half asleep on the couch.

"hey. late night errands to run. i'll be home by eleven, sleepyhead."

soft!billy who would never dream of saying no to you.

"can i come with? wanna sleep in the back.."

"yeah? ...sure thing, babe."

soft!billy who isn't actually sure it's a good idea, but can't look at your half-lidded, sleepy eyes for a second without caving.

"i'll be inside, but if you need me, you can come get me. if someone messes with you, or–"

"billy,"

"right."

soft!billy who glances back, catching a glimpse of you through the drenched window of his camaro, already asleep. you look so peaceful, curled up in the backseat, that he almost doesn't go into the store at all, wishing he was laying across the seats with you.

[sad-brunnettee]

Explanations

Closer to My Heart Masterlist

Single dad!Billy Hargrove x Fem!Reader

CW: Unprotected p n v sex, some degradation

Billy calls you out on your attitude.

You were hiding from him. That much was very apparent to him. But he didn’t really know why. He hadn’t done anything to purposefully upset you; he had just stalled in the heat of the moment. But now things were awkward, tense. It seemed like every time your relationship began to move a step forward, it was first forced several feet back. How irritating. 

He’d debated about how to go forward as he downed his first cup of coffee while he prepped Theo’s lunch for the day. He was a creature of habit, always preferring the same thing rather than trying something new. Not that Billy minded. It made grocery shopping easier. 

The past week you had given him the cold shoulder, hellbent on ignoring him despite his best efforts. He didn’t want you to be angry with him or for you to be upset. It had just been a little stumble. 

He sat at the edge of the bed, slowly pulling the blankets off as Theo wrinkled his little nose up. He reached his fists high above his head, pointing his toes towards the sky as he stretched out. Billy chuckled, watching the way he smacked his lips together before he turned onto his tummy.

“Sorry, bubba,” He apologized as he wrapped his arms around his soft tummy and pulled him onto his lap. Theo was like a rag doll, weighing nothing as he laid limply against Billy, “Time to get up.” He replied softly as he carried him towards the door, flicking the light on so they could search for which outfit to wear. 

“Sweepy,” Theo hummed as he rested his head in the crook of Billy’s neck, yawning widely, “Stay here.” He commanded, his eyes still glazed over with sleep as he pointed towards his bed. 

“You have school.” Billy replied with a laugh, pulling out a pair of pants and a shirt that would match. Theo wouldn’t be too picky this morning. 

“No.” He grumbled as he buried his face into Billy’s neck, huffing loudly as his cool nose fell against his skin. 

“I have to work.” He reminded him as he carried him towards the bathroom, chuckling at the way Theo only gripped him tightly. 

“Nah uh.” 

“Uh huh,” He teased softly as he gave his cheek a little kiss, “C’mon. We have a busy day ahead of us.” He told him honestly, beginning to get him dressed for the rest of the day. He looked cute with his little haircut, his hair no longer as messy as before. But Billy had promised himself that he’d no longer leave his gum out after that. 

“Daddy?” Theo asked once he was in his carseat, his little feet bobbing along with the music as he snacked on his leftover banana pieces. 

“Hm?” He glanced back towards him, turning the music down a little bit so he could hear him better. Once he was awake, he was certainly talkative in the mornings. He got that from Annie. 

“Why do spidews have so many legs?” Theo asked as he pushed another piece of banana into his mouth, furrowing his eyebrows together as he tapped his shoes together happily. 

“Uh,” He paused as he rubbed at his eyes while they sat at a red light, “I don’t know. I guess to catch bugs.” He replied, not sure how he was supposed to answer that. His own father would’ve told him to hush and finish his food. 

“Yucky,” He glanced up, watching the way Theo wrinkled his nose up, “Why they eat bugs?” He asked once again, making Billy raise his eyebrows in surprise. 

“I guess it tastes yummy to them.” He shrugged his shoulders, sure that there was some scientific reasoning that he didn’t have. He nodded his head along, seemingly happy with that answer for a moment. 

“Daddy,” Theo sighed deeply as he started again, “You know 100 is the biggest numbew?” He asked him, giggling happily at his little revelation. Billy grinned. 

“Bubba?”

“Mhm.” Theo nodded, turning away from the window to meet his eyes in the rearview mirror. 

“Did you know there’s a 101?” He asked him, a small smile forming on his lips at the way Theo’s blue eyes widened and his jaw dropped. 

“Huh?” He asked, his voice shrill as his little feet came to a slow stop, “No way!” He said in protest, gaping as he held his little palms into the air. 

“And there’s a 200.” He added a second later as made a turn at the familiar stop light. Billy hated dropping him off. He had never been a fan of leaving him at the daycare and it had never gotten easier since day one. He had always felt guilty about it, like he was missing out on a big chunk of his development. 

“Stop lying!” Theo protested, dark eyebrows wrinkled together in disbelief. Billy grinned at him, enjoying the way the gears were turning in his mind. He hoped Theo would ask you all of his questions today, then maybe you wouldn’t be so hesitant to talk to him later. 

“I’m not lying,” He laughed as he pulled into his familiar parking spot, “Ask your teacher today.” He said as he slid out of the car, trying not to focus on the feeling of dread that had settled in his stomach. Your attitude was something he didn’t want to deal with today.

He pulled free a few wipes, scrubbing off the leftover bananas from Theo’s palms and fingers while he continued to ask about what other big numbers Billy knew. He was too afraid to bring up that there was a million, sure that the toddler would never recover from that knowledge. 

Theo chose to walk in with him today, fully awake and holding his hand as he raved about this cool science project they would be working on today. Billy nodded along, glad that he was at least enjoying school.

“Hi,” He grinned brightly as they entered, pulling free from Billy so he could run up to you, “Did you miss me?” He bounced on his tippy toes in front of you, giggling as Billy felt his heart slowly come to a stop. You looked really pretty. 

“Always,” You smiled as you returned the hug, doing everything in your power to keep from looking at Billy, “Did you have a good night?” You asked him, looking as radiant as always. Billy suddenly felt a fresh wave of anger, wondering why you had to make this so hard. 

“Yeah!” He proclaimed as he pressed his finger along your skirt. Billy took a step forward, watching as he traced the design on your knee, “We made brownies!” He glanced back towards him, smiling brightly at the memory. Billy chuckled softly, recalling how he had licked the spoon and bowl clean from the batter. 

“Oh, yummy,” You told him as you gave his shoulder a little tap, “You can go play with toys if you want.” You suggested as you gestured towards the large play area. Theo jumped in excitement, giving Billy a brief hug before he was off. 

It was tense, awkward as he continued to keep his eyes on you. You were fiddling with your papers, acting like you actually had something to do this early in the morning. “Are we going to talk or-?” He brought up first, feeling like there was no real reason for you to shut down in such a manner. 

“There’s nothing to talk about.” You said shortly, opening your desk to pull out a stapler. He nearly made a snarky comment about you having that but no scissors. It didn’t really make sense to him. If the rest of your students were like Theo, then anything could be turned into a weapon. “You kicked me out,” He replied as he cocked an eyebrow, “And you didn’t tell me why.” He reminded you, waiting for some sort of reaction to fall from you. Nothing came. You were silent up until another parent and student walked in. 

“I have to get to work,” You said sternly, “Have a nice day, Mr. Hargrove.” 

You had no idea how to approach Billy after your humiliating night with him. It was easier to pretend like nothing had ever happened, like he was just some annoying parent. So that’s how you dealt with it. 

But the memory haunted you, taunted you as you were unable to sleep at night. Unable to think of anything but your horrible tongue and his reaction. You felt insufficient, sure that he had met plenty of other women that knew exactly what to say to him without getting his skin to crawl. 

You were sure he didn’t have the best knowledge in relationships either, but he definitely seemed to know his way around the bedroom much better than you did. Maybe it was dumb to get so insecure, but you felt lost. You had definitely failed at impressing him. 

Sabrina had told you that much too. She seemed even more upset over the whole ordeal than you were, but she didn’t understand what you were feeling either. She was much more confident than you were.

You were flying through tables tonight, trying to keep your mind occupied as your feet ached in protest. At least you’d have a good check, that part was important to you. So important that you nearly missed the familiar face that walked in. 

“What are you doing here?” You hissed as you rounded on the blonde, “You can’t be here.” You stated incredulously, wondering how he thought this was at all okay. It was hard enough trying to avoid him at the daycare, you didn’t need him following you to your second job either. 

“I can’t be in this restaurant?” Billy questioned, cocking his eyebrows as he mirrored a look of confusion. He hummed to himself, making your anger boil in your stomach. 

“Why are you following me?” You asked him seriously, almost exasperated. You didn’t know why he was making this so difficult. You definitely weren’t worth fighting for in your opinion. You just wanted the whole situation to disappear. 

“I just wanted the wings.” He said dryly as he crossed his arms and settled back into his booth. You blinked, wondering if he had heard you at all. 

“Are you serious?” You asked him, trying to keep your tone at bay so you didn’t freak out on him. He thought about it for a moment, tilting his head back and forth before he glanced at you once again.

“Dead,” He stated as he locked eyes with you, “Buffalo with bleu cheese.” He replied as he wiggled his way further into the booth, looking very comfortable suddenly. You silently seethed. 

“Anything else?” You asked as you tried to keep your anger at bay, even though you could feel the flames of anger licking at your chest. 

“Mhm, beer sounds good,” He hummed as he rubbed at his chin, “And the garlic parmesan fries.” He turned towards you in amusement, making your heart flutter roughly inside of your chest. Damn him and his intense eyes.

You pulled a tight smile to your lips, doing your best to stay polite as you quickly nodded your head and turned away. You dealt with people that annoyed you all night long, you could do it with Billy for the remainder of the night. 

And that’s exactly what you did. You kept it professional and you stayed calm and collected. You tried to pretend like the memory didn’t pop up every time you looked at him. Majority of the time you just wanted to crawl underneath the table and hide as you were sure he was thinking of the same thing. 

“Are you just going to sit here all night?” You asked as you refilled his water once again, unsure of what he was waiting for. You had made it pretty clear that you didn’t want to talk about what had happened. Relieving the situation made you want to die. 

“Maybe.” He said as he shrugged his shoulders, looking over the dessert menu for the fourth time. You felt your eye twitch, unsure if he just loved to see you suffer. Maybe he got off on it. 

“You’re hogging my table,” You seethed, “I need this for tips.” You told him seriously as you pointed towards the table. 

“I’m going to tip you.” He said gruffly as he flipped the menu around, acting like he was reading the other side this time. You breathed in deeply. 

“That’s not my point.” You felt your shoulders sag, exhausted with how this conversation was going. You didn’t want to fight with him. And certainly not here. 

“I want to talk to you.” His eyes were soft, filled with gentle waves as he looked at you again. You pressed your lips down into a frown. 

“I don’t want to talk.” You replied as you crossed your arms over your chest, trying to hide yourself away. You wanted to be desirable, but feared that you had ruined his thoughts abut you the moment the nickname had slipped off of your tongue. You really thought he would’ve liked it. 

“Why?” He asked you seriously, “I’m not mad about what happened. You left before we could even talk about it.” He reminded you as you drifted your eyes down towards your shoes. You almost felt like you were being lectured. 

“There’s nothing to talk about.” You mumbled as you stared at the tips of your shoes, thinking that you needed to scrub them when you got home tonight. They definitely seemed to have a bit of grease stuck to them. 

“You took me by surprise,” He said quickly, “But that didn’t mean I wasn’t enjoying it.” He surprised you as he took your hand, gripping your fingers softly and giving them a little squeeze. It surprised you. You didn’t think that Billy could be so open, so mature in a way. 

“Okay.” You mumbled, still unable to face him as you felt the electricity from his touch traveled up through your arm. It made your heart throb, nearly bursting uncomfortably in your chest. 

“Stop being so damn stubborn,” He grumbled, “I really like you. I don’t think this is something that should come between us.” He told you gruffly, taking you by surprise. You weren’t sure what Billy saw in you, but it was something that you definitely didn’t see in yourself. 

“Is there an us?” You questioned quietly, a little fearful of his answer. You drew your eyes up softly, looking at the sincere way he tilted his head up towards you. 

“I’d like there to be,” He said softly, “But you keep acting like a nincompoop, so sit down and talk to me.” He gestured towards the table, making you laugh for the first time. Maybe you really were being stubborn. 

“I have to work.” You replied as you gestured back towards the bar, knowing that your orders were probably piling up and ready. You wished you could just sit down and speak with him. 

“When does your shift end?” He asked as he leaned forward, resting his chin on his knuckles. You breathed in deeply, trying to ignore the nervous bubbles that were floating inside of you. 

“Fifteen minutes.” You mumbled softly, feeling a little more reassured from his words. Maybe you were just a bit overdramatic, but your feelings had felt correct at the time. Insecurity was not fun. 

“I’ll wait for you.” He sat back in the booth again, appearing a little cocky as his eyes wandered down to your shoulders. You turned before he could look much further, but you were fairly certain his eyes stayed on your ass the whole way back to the bar. You wished it annoyed you.

You stayed away from his table for the rest of your time there, determined to finish strong and gain the rest of your tips. He was a distraction. A big one. You were sure he knew that too.

“Have a fun night,” Sabrina teased as she tossed a condom packet at your chest, leaving you stumbling to grab it before anyone else could see, “Have the best time.” She gave you a little wave, leaving you to flip her off before you fled. How embarrassing. 

Billy was leaning against the doorway when you returned, an unlit cigarette between his lips as he raised his eyebrows in acknowledgement towards you. You gave a stiff wave, feeling awkward as you pushed the door open for the two of them. You needed to be the one to fix things this time. 

“I’m really sorry about the other night,” You said quickly, “And for ignoring you. I was just embarrassed.” You glanced towards him as soon as the doors shut behind you two, watching as he held his lighter up to the unlit stick. 

“It happens,” He shrugged his shoulders, “I don’t hate you for it.” He took a long drag from his cigarette, looking at you in amusement. You breathed in deeply, still feeling like you owed him an explanation. 

“I think I wanted to impress you and it backfired.” You admitted sheepishly as you rubbed your palms across your arms, following him as he walked. He looked at you surprised, but then his expression quickly changed to a cocky one. He was definitely going to hold onto that for later. 

“I don’t think it did,” He chuckled softly, “I’d like to keep seeing you. As long as you promise not to ignore me again.” He blew his smoke out towards you, making you wrinkle your nose as you took in his statement. You wouldn’t. Not if you could do it right this time. 

“You’re not disgusted with me?” You asked as you picked at your fingers, suddenly nervous with the thought. You really wanted to move forward, you just needed that reassurance. 

“No,” He replied quickly, “I just have a kid, you know? It just took me by surprise.” He explained, making you wince a little bit as you nodded your head in agreement. 

“I didn’t mean for that to happen.” You told him as you bit down on your tongue softly, still wishing you could take it all back. But at least things were better now. You weren’t totally humiliated now. 

“I know,” He brushed your shoulder gently, “I’m not upset about it. You shouldn’t be either.” He flicked his cigarette away. You inhaled sharply, nodding your head in agreement. 

“Okay,” You watched the way his lips parted into a soft smile, showing off his shiny teeth, “I feel a bit ridiculous.” You admitted as you fell to a stop by his car. 

“You are,” He said a second later, making your insides burn before he laughed softly, “But I don’t mind that.” He added as he looked at you, his fingers falling to your skin as he brushed his thumb across your cheek. It made your heart flutter, your body warm as you tilted your mouth up towards his. 

His lips were hot against yours as he pressed you against the side of his car, his hands gripping a hold of your waist as his mouth moved frantically against yours. You struggled to keep up with his kisses, your lungs burning for air that you refused to give. His kisses were all you needed, all you desired.

You both fumbled into his backseat, nearly knocking your head around a few times as you slid onto the leather chair. He kissed at your neck, licking and sucking softly as his hands worked on removing your uniform.

Your fingers fell to his shirt rapidly, pulling the buttons apart as fast as you could while his lips moved desperately against your skin. You sighed softly, tilting your head as you invited his tongue against your skin. 

“You smell so fucking good,” He groaned as he nipped at the nape of your neck, making you gasp as you pressed your thighs together, “You’re not going to freak out on me this time, are you?” He teased, making you blush as he tugged your bra down your arms.

“No,” You breathed out deeply, your nerves filling with electricity as his hands fell to your hips, “Get your pants off.” You commanded, laughing softly as you fell back onto your elbows. You watched with interest as he unbuckled his belt, then slid his jeans and briefs down his thick thighs.

You admired his golden skin, the light hair on his chiseled chest that gleamed from one of the streetlights. He was far too handsome for his own good. Damn him. And damn the way he made your clit throb and pleasure spread through your body as your eyes fell to his thick cock. 

He pressed your legs apart, leaving a giddy feeling inside of you as he slunk himself closer to you. His hard cock fell against your exposed pussy, weighing heavily against your slick folds. You sighed deeply, watching as he rocked his hips forward before he pressed his fat tip against your glistening hole.

Your eyes fluttered in pleasure, moaning deeply as he stuffed his dick inside of your drenched walls. His thick girth left your eyes hazy, forcing them shut as he stretched you out around him. He fit inside of you perfectly, the curve of his dick nestling against the spongy spot deep inside of you.

“Taking me so good,” He groaned as he thumbed his finger over your clit, “Such a good little slut.” He praised you, leaving you breathless as you rolled your hips up against him, pressing his cock further inside of you.

You felt a fire spreading through your body, the pleasure sitting overwhelmingly on your chest as his large palms fell to your waist. He squeezed at your flesh, bringing your gaze back towards his blissed features as he balanced his hands near your shoulders. 

Your mind felt fuzzy, full of pleasure and awe as he slowly pulled his hips back and before he rocked his cock back roughly inside of you. You gaped, your fingertips falling to his sweaty skin as he dipped his head near yours.

You tilted your face upwards, sliding your lips slowly against his to capture the lingering air on his tongue. He tasted of beer and cigarettes, a slight hint of mint as your nails dug into his skin. You whimpered, licking at his lips as he dragged you back along the curve of his cock.

“Billy,” You moaned as your lips fell free from his mouth, your lungs straining for air as your pussy clamped down along his fat girth, “Feels so good.” You urged him forward, your heels digging into his lower back to push him deeper inside. You desperately needed to feel more of him.

He grunted as his skin dragged against yours, your nipples brushing against his firm muscles with each of his deep thrusts. Your clit throbbed in anticipation, your cunt dripping along his thick cock as he nuzzled his way in deeper and deeper. 

You could feel his balls pressing against your skin with each of his powerful movements, wet with your slick as his fingertips dug deeper into your skin. You rolled your eyes back in awe, your moans molding with his in a blissful symphony within the car walls.

“Such a dirty little whore,” He grunted as he dropped his head down against yours, his stubble dragging against your skin as he dragged his cock faster against your slick walls, “Good little cockslut.” He groaned as you felt your pleasure spreading deeper through your veins, making your moans louder.

He rolled you back against his cock once again, his balls pressing against your warm skin as the bliss bubbled inside of you. The tip of his cock pressed against your bundle of nerves, leaving you seeing stars as moans tumbled free from your tongue. 

Your cunt was squelching around him, hugging his cock roughly as your nails dragged across his skin. You whined loudly, eyelashes fluttering shut as you felt the muscles inside of your stomach collapsing. 

“Fuck, fuck!” You cursed, your toes curling in awe as you gripped onto him tightly, “Jesus! Billy!” You squeaked, your body rocking against his as you came roughly around his girth. Your body shook, your thighs trembling underneath him as he continued to ram his cock into you. 

You held onto him tightly, lazily dragging your lips across his sweaty cheek as his groans fanned over your face. His thrusts became deeper, slower as he held onto you tightly. You gasped, heart pounding so roughly you swore he could hear it.

“Christ,” He grunted as he thumbed at your clit again, leaving you spasming around him as he collapsed on top of you, “Fuck, fuck.” He cursed in a similar manner, his voice gruff and raspy as his cock throbbed inside of you.

You whimpered at the feeling of his cum painting your walls, spreading through your already slick cunt as you slowly began to massage your fingers across his warm sides. Your still felt like you were in a haze, your mind foggy as he brought his lips upon yours again.

It was like electricity had sparked upon your lips, his mouth smooth and passionate against your own. You groaned as you linked your fingers through his hair, tugging softly as he forced his tongue past your lips. You greedily licked at his tongue, tasting as much of him as you could. You felt you were floating. 

“I haven’t done anything like this in a long time.” He groaned as he pulled away, lips swollen and more red than usual as his eyes twinkled in mischief. You were jealous of his long, thick eyelashes. He looked so pretty. 

“I’ve never had sex in a car ever,” You laughed softly, “I can check that off the list.” You teased him as you rolled your fingers through his soft curls. 

“It gets cramped.” He laughed as he kissed at your cheek, making your heart flutter once again. You were slightly glad that he had picked you to pull into the backseat of his car. He must’ve planned it out a little bit, as Theo’s car seat was missing. 

“And hot.” You teased softly, looking at the freckles that decorated his soft nose. You liked all of his handsome features. 

“What are you doing later?” He questioned, pressing his lips into a soft smile as he remained inside of you. You didn’t want him to pull out either. You enjoyed the feeling of him far too much. 

“Depends,” You grinned softly, “Do you need to get back to Theo?” You asked, feeling a bit bad for hoping that he didn’t have to. Maybe you could use the time to get to know him better. He tilted his head. 

“Not tonight.” He said softly, a cocky smirk forming on his lips like he already knew what you wanted. You bit back your own smile, taking a few moments to leave him waiting. 

“You should come over.” 

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"Brushing through the other's hair while talking", "feeding each other food" and "snuggling up to them at night" from the prompt lists with Billy please. 🤍🥺

Him and reader are best friends in my head, (best friends but there is something more not said yet) but if you want them to be actual lovers that's totally fine too ❤️

Please take your time Em. Write it at your own pace. 💙

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Domesticity

Pairing : Billy Hargrove x Fem!Reader

Summary : ^^^^^

Warnings : Swearing and one innuendo

Word Count : 926

Billy was your roommate but he was also your best friend. You both attended the same college but during your sophomore year, you both got an apartment together.

Fridays are reserved for eating dinner together and watching a movie, that's how it was even when you both lived in dorms on the college campus. Billy finished cooking the meal as music played on the radio. "Can you bring me plates?" You got up from the couch and walked into the kitchen and grabbed the plates as he plated the pasta and bread, something simple, easy and cheap for college kids.

"Want a beer?" He nodded and you grabbed two of the cheap, bitter beers before going to the couch with the food as he got the VCR tape set up. "What did you get from Family Video?" He looked over his shoulder, "That pilot movie with Val Kilmer." You nodded and he sat down, grabbing the tv remote before he plopped down beside you as the tv began showing the film.

You handed Billy his plate and he began eating, getting the sauce on his face and some splattered on his chest and the two of you laughed as he wiped himself off. You began eating, watching the movie and Billy laughed at you as you gently stabbed your lower lip with your fork.

"Let me see your plate." You nodded, handing it to him, eyes still on the tv. "Open." You opened your mouth as he put a forkful of pasta in your mouth and you quickly took it before he pulled the fork from you. You heard the bread tear before the scratchy texture sat at your lips and you took the bread, your teeth scrapping against his fingertips.

He continued feeding you until the movie ended and you both cleaned up from dinner before going your separate ways to get ready for bed and he walked into the bathroom as you brushed your teeth, gently nudging you out of the way as he grabbed his toothbrush and began brushing his teeth, dribbling toothpaste on his naked chest and he grabbed one of your towels to wipe it off as you glanced at him and rolled your eyes and he laughed.

You washed your face, humming something you heard on the radio and Billy grabbed his razor and you watched as he shaved his face, making sure not to distract him. "Get rid of the mustache." He looked at you and scoffed as he rolled his eyes. "Get fucked, the babes dig it." You pinched the meat on his hip as soon as he put the razor down and he jumped slightly.

"That hurt," he whined out as he rubbed the spot that started to redden. "Babes don't dig the caterpillar on your lip." He flicked your top lip before mocking you, raising the pitch in his voice as he added hand movements and you leaned against the wall, looking at him seriously as he did the same to you before he cracked first and began laughing, making you join him.

"My room?" He nodded and followed you to your bedroom before he plopped down, making the wood planks under your bed creak. "Billy, don't break my bed." He looked at you and laughed. "I can break it in a different way," he said as he flirtily wiggled his brows. "Out." He laughed and quickly but gently pulled you beside him. You grabbed his favorite candy, the chocolate bar that you kept under everything else.

You snapped a square off, "Open." He opened his mouth and you fed him the chocolate and as you gave him the last square, he nipped your finger and you jumped, not expecting it and he laughed. He threw the trash away and sat back down and you wiped your hands free of chocolate and saliva.

He laid his head beside you and you ran your fingers through his hair as he talked to you, complaining about one of his classes. "B, you don't even do the work." He rolled his eyes. "If she would let me fuck her, I'd have an A." You snickered, "More like a D minus." He glared at you as you continued to laugh and you held onto him as you stretched.

"I'm getting a cramp." You held your ribs as you continued to laugh, slightly shaking the mattress and Billy couldn't help but to laugh with you, his body shaking the bed frame as it creaked. You both calmed down and you heard a knock on the wall. "Stop fucking," your neighbor yelled out and Billy laughed into your pillow, holding onto the headboard with white knuckles as he tried to calm down and you laughed, putting your head on his warm skin.

The two of you finally calmed down and you wiped your eyes as Billy did the same and he fixed his hair before grabbing one of your stuffed animals and holding the panda on his abs. "Billy wants you to cuddle him," he said in a funny voice before throwing the panda at you and opening his arms. You moved the stuffed animal to the floor once more before laying your head on Billy's bicep as he wrapped his left arm around you and you wrapped your right arm around his shoulder as his head rested on yours.

"Good night," you softly said and Billy smiled. "Good night." He turned slightly and turned on the fairy lights before holding you tightly against him as the two of you fell asleep.

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hey I love your writing and I was wondering if toy could write Angst with Billy. Where he’s best friends with reader and she’s in love with him and he thinks he’s in love too but when they finally start to date after a while he realizes he just loves her as a friend and he breaks up with her. Could be gender neutral reader if you rather do that. Thank you♥️♥️

Better Off As Friends

Pairing : Billy Hargrove x Fem!Reader

Summary : ^^^^^

Warnings : Swearing, mentions of underage drinking and one mention of a past sexual experience

Word count : ~ 1.3k

A/N : Requests are open!

The two of you started off as best friends and you fell fast for the boy from California. You tried to put your feelings off, thinking it was just lust.

You two partied with your friends, the both of you had one too many drinks and it ended with the two of you being tangled with each other in Tommy's guest room, both of you naked and Billy's hair in your mouth.

That was nearly a year ago. Six months after that, Billy claimed he was in love with you, your feelings were reciprocated and you guys began dating. You were in bliss each day with him, he was loving, attentive and so many other things. Billy was an amazing boyfriend for the first four or five months.

You guys have been together for six months now and he was acting weird. The kisses were brief, the "I love you"s were short and nearly emotionless. He hugged you like he did before you guys were ever dating.

The two of you hung out in his bedroom now, a record playing softly in the background as he sorted through his hair products and you flipped through a book that he had. "B." He hummed, not looking up as he threw away something. "Why have you been so short with me? Did I do something?"

He looked up and moved his hair products before patting his bed and you stood up and sat with him, your knees touching his. "I love you." You smiled, "I love you too." He looked at you. "I love you in a different way, babe."

Babe, he always called you that, even before the two of you began dating.

You slowly nodded, trying to wrap your head around it. "So like before?" He nodded. "What changed," you quietly asked him. He sighed, running his fingers through his curls. "I don't know. The first few months were fucking amazing, like they really were but I think I was trying to convince myself that I was in love with you. Of course I love you, we've always established that but I think I may have mixed it up somewhere along the way with being in love with you." You nodded again.

"Why were you trying to convince yourself?" He shrugged because honestly he didn't know. "So you've been faking for six months?" He looked at you, his eyes squinting slightly. "No, I didn't say that." You hummed. "Is it because I wouldn't put out?" He rolled his eyes, he was getting annoyed with you now. "You seriously think I'm that shallow? We fucked way before we were together. I didn't give a shit if we fucked."

Your eyes began to get teary, all those Polaroids in your drawer and on your bulletin board, all the sweet love notes he'd slip into the pocket of your jeans, they all meant nothing now. "Hey," he softly said, "get outta your head. You didn't do anything to cause this, okay? I lost whatever feelings that I thought I had. You're always going to be my best friend."

Best friend. That's what did it for you as a few tears fell and he went to wipe them and you moved from his touch. "Don't touch me, please," you took a shuttery breath. You wanted to sob, your chest was hurting, you had to let it out. You stood up and slipped your shoes on, grabbing your things as you wiped your face.

"Where are you going?" You looked over as you gently bit the inside of your cheek, you couldn't cry in front of him. "Home, I'll be late for dinner." He nodded, he knew the excuse was bullshit but he let you leave anyways. You got into your car, putting your visor down as the polaroid stared at you, a picture of the two of you at Lover's Lake, smiles on both of your faces.

You angrily pulled the picture from its clip and threw it to the passenger floorboard as you drove off, fighting back the tears as you drove home. You parked in your driveway and as soon as you unlocked the front door, you rushed to your bedroom, locking the door behind you.

You let yourself fall apart as you sat on your bed, a picture of you and Billy stared at you in a picture frame on your bedside table, a picture of the two of you as a party, way before you even got together. Your shoulders shook as you wiped your face continuously until there was a knock on your bedroom door.

"Babe, hey, Billy's on the phone. He said he wants to talk to you," your mother said on the other side of the door. You cleared your throat. "Tell him I'll call him tomorrow. I'm not in the mood to talk to anyone right now." You listened to your mom relay the information. "He said it's important." You sighed and wiped your face, looking in the mirror before unlocking your door and she handed you the phone, leaving you alone in the hallway and you sat down on the hardwood floor.

"What?" "Your excuse was bullshit. Your mom said she's not cooking." You rolled your eyes. "Is that all you called for? To see if my mom was cooking? I'm busy." "Busy doing what?" You stayed silent. "Exactly. Um, I had a question." You hummed, shutting your sore eyes as you let your head fall to your knees. "Is our dynamic going to change?" You sighed because yes, the dynamic was going to change.

"Billy, we're never going to be the same. We can try but we'll never go back to the way before we hooked up at Tommy's house." "I know, I just don't want to lose you forever. You're the only person that I care about, I can't just let you go." You wanted to cry at the confession. "Can you come back over? I need one last kiss from you, just one. I know I'm being a selfish mother fucker but babe, please." Your heart clenched as you gripped the phone tighter. "Okay," you let out meekly. "Lover's Lake, fifteen minutes." He hung up and you put the phone back and put your shoes back on as you grabbed your car keys and left.

You drove to the lake as the sun set, watching the colors fade out to darkness before your arrived, parking near the dock, where Billy's Camaro sat, idling with the headlights on and you parked your car, shutting everything off. You got out of the car and he did the same as he led you to the dock and the two of you sat down, a soft breeze came and went a few times as the two of you were silent.

He squeezed your knee and he apologized. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you how I was feeling." You looked at him and shrugged. "It's fine." He hummed and moved closer to you, two fingers going under your chin so you'd continue to look at him and he tipped your head up slightly before planting his lips on yours and you tasted your long-lost strawberry flavored chapstick on your ex's lips.

You kissed him back before pulling away, moving away from him by a few inches. "I love you," he softly said and you looked out at the sky. "I love you too." Your 'I love you' meant something different than his but you'd settle for the love he had for you because you'd rather him love you as his best friend than not love you at all.

"I should get back home," you quietly said and he nodded and the two of you stood up before going to your respected cars and instead of going straight home, you took back roads around the small town, knowing that kiss that the two of you just shared would be the last.

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forever young💫

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7. Awkward Encounters

Single dad!Billy Hargrove x fem!reader

Closer to My Heart Masterlist

CW: Fem receiving oral sex, light spitting, the word daddy is mentioned

Theo has a mishap with gum. Your night with Billy takes a bad turn.

Gum was not allowed in your classroom. Under no circumstances. It ended up everywhere. On the desks, in the toy bin, on the rugs and on backpacks. And in hair. And oh boy, was this a rather large wad of gum in his hair.

You had tried everything; gum, toothpaste, vinegar and ice cubes. Nothing was working. Poor Theo’s blonde locks remained stuck to the top of his head, making you wince every time you brushed through it.

“You done yet?” The toddler squeaked from in front of you, trying to glance back at you before you gently tilted his head in the right direction once again. He huffed, clearly bored from how long he’d been forced to sit in front of you. 

“No,” You sighed as you rubbed your wrist against your nose, careful not to touch your sticky fingers, “Theo, how did this happen?” You asked seriously, sighing as you tried to massage the gum out of his blonde strands. 

“I chew it,” He nodded his head as you continued to gently brush at the wad of gum, “And then I blew a bubble and this happen!” He replied dramatically as he popped his hands up towards his head. You frowned as you dropped your heads in defeat. 

“Uh huh,” You sighed, “Okay. I’m going to have to call your dad.” You told him softly, finally confirming that you wouldn’t be able to get it out of his hair. You breathed out deeply, worried about what Billy would say. 

“Am I in twouble?” He asked you worriedly, blue eyes wide with concern. You shook your head, sighing softly. You were pretty sure you would be the one in trouble. Billy had such beautiful hair, clearly well taken care of. You were fairly certain he cared about Theo’s hair in the same way. You feared this would be a breaking point.

“No,” You told him gently, “I just can’t fix your hair.” You responded, wincing as you took one last look at the stuck lump.

“Uh oh,” He whined, his bottom lip trembling, “I bald?” He asked you worriedly, almost making you laugh at his concern.

“You’re not bald,” You responded softly, unsure if he would be by the time it came out, “Why don’t you go back to your desk and leave this part of your hair alone, alright?”

You scrubbed your hands clean, trying to give yourself a little pep talk in the mirror before you moved on to the dreaded phone call. You had no idea how you were going to explain this to Billy. You just feared he wouldn’t be mad.

You held the phone between your cheek and shoulder, staring down at the number on the paper before you finally got your fingers to work. You winced, shutting your eyes tightly as you chanted for Billy to not be there. For no one to answer. Please. No one pick up. 

“Speak to me.” You wanted to punch the air as someone answered on the last ring, sounding a little out of breath. Or perhaps exhausted. But there was no mistaking his raspy tone. It left you warm and prickly on the inside. 

“Hi, Mr. Hargrove. This is -,” 

“So formal,” He teased, his tone smug as he interrupted you, “Calling me while you’re at work is risky. What are you wearing?” He teased you as you looked around, ensuring that no one had heard him.

“I’m still teaching,” You squeaked out as you stared down at your cow print skirt, “And I’m calling because Theo got gum stuck in his hair.” You shut your eyes tightly, waiting for the blow.

“Did you try peanut butter?” He asked casually, not sounding nearly as upset as you thought he would.

“And everything else,” You sighed, “I’m so sorry. I don’t even know how he got it.” You told him quickly, nearly promising that you hadn’t had this happen since your first year of teaching. You thought you had learned your lesson then. 

“Yeah, I wouldn’t know either,” He laughed softly, like he knew more than he was letting on, “He’s a kid, it happens. You can cut it.” He suggested, leaving you speechless.

“Me?” You asked in disbelief, “I only have safety scissors.” 

“You don’t own any adult scissors?”

“Well, I’m sure someone does,” You gulped softly, “But I don’t in my classroom. It causes too many issues.” You explained slowly, knowing that anytime you pulled out a pair of regular sized scissors every single one of your students wanted to use it. It was too much of a hassle. 

“I’ll be there soon.” Came his response, quick and to the point. You blinked, about to answer before you were cut off by the line ending. Shoot.

You felt dread sinking into your bones as you waited and waited. Surely Billy wouldn’t actually leave work to come over some gum in Theo’s hair? 

Snack time was always a bit chaotic. You divided your time between punching straws in juice boxes, opening bottles, peeling fruits and opening different plastic containers. Theo always opened his own snacks on his own. And it was always the same. Half a bologna sandwich with ketchup. 

“Hey,” Billy interrupted everyone, a pained look on his features as all of your little students turned their heads in his direction, “I’m here for Theo.”

“Daddy!” He yelled happily, scooping his sandwich up in one hand before he rushed to grab his backpack. Billy followed, giving him a small shake of his head. 

“I’ll have him back in an hour or so,” He told you as he hung Theo’s backpack up, keeping it behind, “We’re just getting your hair fixed, bubba.”

“Shi-,” Theo paused, the word hanging on the tip of his tongue as you felt your eyes widen, “Shoot.” He corrected a second later, making you sigh in relief. 

“I’m really sorry,” You apologized, feeling awful as you approached them, “They’re not supposed to have gum. I don’t know how it snuck past me.” 

“I got it from-!” Theo stalled by Billy covering his mouth, smiling stiffly in your direction.

“No tattle telling,” He teased Theo softly, making your eyes squint playfully at him, “We’ll see you soon.”

It was a little over an hour before they returned, right in the middle of lunch time as you worked on your salad and listened to Peggy’s story about her dad and moms recent fight. You always got good gossip from them, however you couldn’t always be sure what was true or not. 

Theo strolled in, his happy meal in hand with a pair of sunglasses on. He strutted towards his desk, giving his head a little tilt to show off his fresh hairdo; a mullet. He perfectly resembled a little Billy now, mirroring him exactly.

“Sowwy,” Theo replied as he plopped his Happy Meal down on his desk, “You see my hair?” He asked happily, touching his palms against the little curls as he showed it off to everyone. 

“Wow,” Betty giggled as she covered her mouth, looking at her little friends with wide eyes, “I wike it.” She grinned as she leaned forward to touch it, making him smile a little brighter. 

“You look very handsome, Theo,” You agreed with a smile, pressing your lips together as you glanced towards Billy, “Just like your daddy.” You added softly, stomach flipping repeatedly as you met his eye. 

“Oooh, teachew,” Caleb snickered from his desk, “You wike him.” He pounded his fists against his desk, giggling hard as you snapped your gaze in his direction. You knew where this was going. Once this got started, it never ended. 

“I do not.” You said quickly, huffing to yourself as you shook your head. Your fingers twitched from the flushed sensation that spread over you, nervous as you refused to look in Billy's direction. 

“Teachew and-,” He paused as he tilted his head, “Mistew, what youw name?” He asked directly, making your eyes widen. You did not want your students to start singing the kissing song about you and Billy. 

“You don’t have to answer that,” You pleaded with him quickly, “Don’t answer it.” You held your finger up, not caring how immature you sounded right now. You still had a reputation to try and uphold. 

“That’s my daddy,” Theo said proudly as he dunked his nuggets into his ketchup, “Teachew come over fow pizza!” He added excitedly, hitting the nail on the coffin as you lost control of all of your little students. 

“Ooh!”

“Not like that.” You started again quickly, looking to Billy for support as you tried to think of a good answer. He just shrugged his shoulders, looking a little proud. 

“They’re like four,” He chuckled softly, “See you later, bud. No more gum or it’ll rot your teeth out.” He said before he delivered a little kiss to the top of Theo’s head. His blue eyes widened, jaw slacking in disbelief as he turned towards your direction. 

“Teachew?”

“Well-,” You sighed deeply, heart hammering as Billy glanced back at you one last time before leaving, “Ten minutes before lunch is over.” You said meekly instead, wondering how you’d gotten in such a position. 

You weren’t sure how Billy had managed to find a babysitter so quickly, but he had. You weren’t really concerned with eating dinner, but did so to prove a point. It was nice. You learnt a bit more about him, although it was apparent that he was very reserved. Many walls were placed up, hiding him away from you.

Your apartment felt too small when you dragged him back inside, your heart hammering harshly as you thought about the last time you’d been here. You shook away your guilt, reminding yourself that this had to technically be a date. And not your first either. It was fine to have fun with him. At least that’s what you kept telling yourself. 

His hands fell to your hips, squeezing you tightly as his tongue dragged over yours. You moaned at the sensation, your body pressing further against his as his fingertips dug into your flesh. Your heart hammered roughly, your nerves jolting with electricity. 

“God,” He groaned as he pulled away, his bottom lip dragging against yours slowly as he inhaled deeply. His nose brushed against yours, his warm breath coating your face as he slipped his fingers across your damp panties, “Already wet? Slut.”

“Shut up.”

“Didn’t think you were this desperate for me,” He teased as he stripped you down, blue eyes twinkling as he ran his palms over your thighs. He squeezed your thighs roughly, smirking as he leaned forward to kiss at the front of your panties, “You gonna be a good girl and take my cock?” 

“Uh huh,” You muttered, completely in awe with the way he lazily dragged your panties down your legs. He leaned forward, his lips dragging across your inner thighs as your clit ached in pleasure, “Please, Billy. Wanna feel your tongue so badly.”

He smirked up towards you, his expression cocky as he slowly dragged two of his fingers through your wet folds. He licked at your inner thigh, holding eye contact with you before he dragged his teeth against your skin.

You yelped, jolting forward before he pushed you back down. You gaped, pulse racing as he used his two fingers to spread your folds apart. You gasped, body burning as he spit onto your cunt. He mumbled something under his breath, making your veins ache in pleasure as he began to rub his saliva against your pussy. 

Moans fell free from your lips as you gripped your sheets, your hips slowly rocking forward to meet his movements. You shut your eyes in bliss as he continued to rub your swollen numb between his fingertips. 

“You’ve got such a pretty pussy,” He praised as he leaned down to give your clit a little kiss, making you jolt in pleasure as he grunted softly, “Tastes sweet too.” He hummed as his large hand fell to your thigh, pushing you apart as he delivered another swift kiss to your folds.

You exhaled deeply, your lungs burning as he slid his tongue across your pussy. You moaned at the way your hole contracted around nothing, leaking as he began to trace the tip of his tongue across your clit. 

He wrapped his pretty lips around your clit then, sucking softly and melting your bones in the process. You felt weak as you slowly rocked your hips forward, enjoying how he played with your clit. The pleasure burned inside of you, leaving you craving for more of him. 

“Billy,” You moaned as your fingers lightly fell to his hair, twisting through his strands as your hips began to rock against his mouth, “Oh God.” You breathed out, nipples hardening in the exposed air as he continued his motions. You felt like you were floating and drowning at the same time.

He lapped at your cunt, licking away your slick and wetness while groaning to himself. The vibrations of his sounds left you weak, your thighs shaking as he dug his fingers deeper into your flesh. You craved the sensation, liked feeling like he was desperate for you. 

The feeling of his tongue rapidly lapping against your clit left you squealing, blubbering as you gripped the sheets and rocked your cunt up against his face. He held onto you tightly, burying himself in deeper as the muscles in your stomach twisted tightly.

You felt the rough waves of pleasure crashing over you, leaving you breathless as you reached for the head of the bed. You came with a loud cry, overstimulated with the rough way his tongue was lapping at your clit the whole time. It all felt too good. 

You felt weak as he slowly spit onto your pussy before he then licked away your mixture. You moaned deeply, your throat tickling from the rough sounds as he slowly pulled himself away. His lips were slick and red, eyes hazy but arrogant. He knew what he was doing. The bastard.

You gripped his strong muscles, pulling him over your body before you crashed your lips against his. You moaned as you tasted yourself, savoring the feeling of his tongue sliding against yours as he removed his remaining clothes. 

He pressed your legs apart, spreading you wide for him as he slid his knees against your skin. You gaped, sitting up a bit to get a better look at the way he lazily dragged his fist over his hard cock. Butterflies spread through your body, leaving you needy as you wiggled your way closer to him.

“Please.” You moaned as you reached down to squeeze his cock, looking at the way his precum slid from his red tip. You gaped, hungrily watching as he tore open the wrapped condom with his teeth. 

“What do you want?” He teased as he slid the condom over the head of his cock, nearly making you drool at the way his thick girth filled it out. You moved your hands to your sides, trying to keep yourself from playing with your clit. 

“I want you to fuck me,” You begged, gaping as he slid his hard cock around your slick cunt, “Please daddy.” The name slipped free awkwardly as you stumbled over your tongue, your eyebrows furrowing together as you were unsure of yourself. You weren’t sure where that came from, but it certainly bursted free roughly. 

“Uh,” He froze for a moment, blinking quickly, “What?” He settled back on his knees, blue eyes filling with surprise as he stared down at you. You winced as the mistake washed over you. 

“Um,” You gulped harshly, quickly realizing that you had misspoke as the embarrassment set in, “Sorry. Too far.” You apologized awkwardly, your insides burning from humiliation. So much for trying your hand at dirty talk. Maybe calling him a slut would’ve been better. 

“No, no,” He shook his head, watching the way you wiggled yourself free from underneath him, “I just-, I’m a dad you know.” He gestured towards himself, making you look away quickly. You felt your defensive walls coming up, not meaning to make it so weird. 

“I didn’t mean it like that.” You protested as you sat up, pressing your knees up to your chest as you tried to think of a quick escape. 

“It’s fine,” He shrugged his shoulders, “Just freaked me out a bit.” His smile was soft, but your ego was far too bruised at the moment. You were shutting down. You needed to be alone and try and figure out why your tongue had betrayed you in such a way. 

“Maybe you should go then,” You gulped as you pulled your blanket over yourself, feeling a rush of shame, “I have to work tomorrow anyways.” You said awkwardly, refusing to look at him and instead staring at the schedule on your wall. Almost as if to prove that you weren’t lying. 

“It’s not-,” He sighed as he watched you, but you kept your eyes peeled towards the floor, “Alright.” He replied gruffly as his movements shifted you back and forth on the bed. You continued to stare, almost afraid to look at him. 

You held your blanket tightly over your chest, breathing in harshly as you listened to the sound of his footsteps on your floorboards and then the eventual sound of the door shutting as he left. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. 

You had totally and definitely just ruined things between the two of you.

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Ouch Sharky

Pairing : Billy Hargrove x Fem!Reader

Summary : Billy has weaned himself off of cigarettes because he has started to feel the effects on his health. Now to occupy his mouth, he starts to bite like a teething puppy.

Warnings : Swearing

Word count : 776

A/n : Baby Billy definitely bit people and would run away laughing.

He noticed the wheezes and the coughing that wracked his whole body a little after he turned twenty. You didn't smoke, scrunching your nose and refusing to give him a kiss when he smelt like smoke and asking him to roll down the windows in his Camaro anytime he smoked while he drove.

Billy was two weeks sober from nicotine, chewing gum, chewing straws, his own fingers, his necklace, anything he could get his mouth on, he was chewing it or sucking on it, really depended on his mood.

You both laid in bed in your apartment in Santa Barbara, you in one of his shirts and him shirtless in just his boxers with the small window open, letting the salty air into your room. You turned the page of the book as Billy got comfortable on your stomach, tracing small patterns on your soft skin, lifting the shirt a little as he exposed your underwear, wolf whistling as a joke, making you both laugh before placing his cheek on your stomach, his mouth beside your belly button.

He breathed in, your skin smelling of your favorite lotion and him, his cologne invaded his nostrils, making his heart skip a beat. He heard the page flip again before going through with his plan, wetting his lips a little before sinking his teeth into your stomach, making you yelp in surprise and slight pain. "Billy, what was that for," you asked as you rubbed the tender spot, gently pushing his forehead so he was away from you.

"Needed something to occupy my mouth," he said nonchalantly before placing his head on your breasts and looking up at your with his pretty eyes, the eyes that took your breath away every time you looked into them. "Bite yourself then." He laughed, his body shaking against yours. "I don't taste as good as you." You rolled your eyes, fingers entangling through his curls before gently yanking, pulling his head away from your body.

"You lost the privilege to lay on me since you bite." He huffed, "So you get to bite me but I can't. This has to be a 'fuck you' type of day." You giggled before letting him lay back down, running your fingers through his hair that smelt of coconut, his skin smelt slightly salty from the ocean, the smell of it clinging to him.

You placed your book on his head and continued reading the filth as Billy hummed against you, making loud groans and outlandish sounds just to hear you laugh before he sunk his teeth into your breast. "William, stop that." He huffed, "Stop calling me William then," he said around your breast, his words coming out slightly muffled and slurred together.

He gently sucked over the material of the shirt before moving to an exposed part of your collarbone, his mouth filled with the taste of laundry detergent and cotton. He laid down, his curls brushing under your chin as you smiled and held the back of his head, gently kissing his forehead. He held your hip, rubbing small circles on it as he kissed your neck. "I'm not in the mood for sex, B." He shook his head, "No, that's okay, don't wanna have sex. 'm too tired." You nodded and scratched his scalp gently and you swore he purred.

He stopped kissing your neck, holding you slightly tighter to his body before gently sucking on a place where you wouldn't get riled up as he continued to gently suck, his eyes fluttering shut, his fingers gently digging into your skin. trying so hard to hold you as close as possible as he began to slip into slumber and you scratching his scalp wasn't helping.

The room was quiet as you read the rest of the chapter, your hand still in Billy's hair, picking a few knots out of it as a snore broke through the room, making you softly laugh, trying not to jostle the slightly older man that slept on you. You put your book away on your bedside table and turned off the lamp before gently scratching Billy's back as you continued to scratch his scalp.

His mouth was open on your skin, drool seeping onto your collarbone making you cringe before he snored again, louder this time before he groaned a little, nuzzling against your clavicle before letting out a nasally sigh, a sigh that you could only hope was one of love and safety. "Love you," you softly said, kissing the top of his head once more before entangling your limbs with his as you fell asleep with your personal space heater on top of you.

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The Angel

Pairings : Billy Hargrove x Fem!Reader

Summary : 2 years have passed since Billy was used as a host for the Mind Flayer and as soon as he recovered, he went back to California where he met you.

Picture from Pinterest

Warnings : Swearing, Karen Wheeler mentions

Word Count : 1.2k

A/N : I couldn't find a gif of him on the floor of the sauna but to me it always looked like ripped away angel wings.

You had always noticed the scars that littered his body, especially the identical large scars on his shoulder blades. Billy was insecure around you at first before he warmed up to you and now he's more than willing to take his shirt off around you, hell he hates the feeling of shirts, claims he's allergic to them.

It was summer time in Santa Barbara, the fan in your room on the highest setting and the two of you lounged around. "We should go see Top Gun." Billy looked at you and scowled, "No, you just want to see Tom Cruise shirtless." You rolled your eyes, "I'm sick of shirtless men," you said, poking fun at him.

"Oh really," your boyfriend asked as he flexed and the scars became slightly more prominent. He never talked about them but Billy noticed the way you looked at them, you never stared, you were taught that staring was rude and disrespectful. "I got these in Hawkins." You nodded, "That's the Indiana place right?" He nodded and laid down, resting his head on your black pillow.

"There was creepy shit in that town, like supernatural shit." You nodded and held his hand. "Um, it was during the summer, I can't really remember the date but I think I was fresh eighteen and I was a lifeguard at the community pool." He furrowed his brow, trying to remember some of the details, sure he had been told about things but he still tried to fill in the gaps on his own.

"There was this mom, Karen was her name, I was going to meet up with her one night at a motel six and on the way to the motel, something hit my car and shattered my windshield, it was a spiderweb shatter. I was at this abandoned warehouse and I was dragged down the stairs by this shadow monster thing." He looked at your face, trying to gage your reaction, ready for the laughs, claiming that he was funny for coming up with an absurd story but it never came.

He was met with soft eyes, eyes that were on his face trying to look for any signs of discomfort. "It did something to me, I can't remember, no matter how hard I try. I had trouble going to work because it didn't like the heat and my skin would burn and I'd get these black veins all over my body." He swallowed the lump in his throat and you rubbed his knuckles.

"It fed off energy so I gathered people, um my co-worker Heather, I don't know what happened to her afterwards. The scars on my back are from a fight in a sauna against this freaky little girl, she was friends with Max." You nodded, knowing who Max was. "They never healed, I'm not sure why. July fourth came and I don't know if you ever heard about it, probably not, I doubt it made the news here but the mall burned down." You nodded, "I heard about it, they said there were two casualties." Billy nodded, "Obviously there weren't, actually, I'm not sure about Hopper but that freaky kid, her name's El or Jane, the kids called her both."

"I was going to sacrifice her and she did this weird shit and got into my head and I felt human again for the first time in a while, even before I got turned into that weird monster. I didn't want anything to happen to her so I was going to sacrifice myself, Max was in the mall with her friends. I was horrible to her and I felt like it was the only way to show her that I cared about her. The monster hit me, here, here and here," he said as he pointed to the scars on his chest, sides and abdomen.

"Apparently someone closed the gate or whatever, I don't remember what they called it but basically, the shadow monster wasn't able to penetrate deep enough to kill me, that's how I got all of these scars." You nodded and looked at each one. "I'm sorry," you said and he looked at you. "What're you apologizing for?" You shrugged, "I don't know, I just feel like I should be sorry. Sorry that it happened to you, I don't know." Billy shook his head, "If none of that happened, I wouldn't be here with you so I guess in a way, I'm glad it happened, Just wish I didn't have the physical reminders." You nodded.

You traced some of the scars, "Your back scars remind me of an angel." He raised a brow, "Baby, I'm far from an angel," he said flirtatiously and winked at you making you laugh at him, your cheeks heating up at the reminder of the previous night that was spent with him. "They remind me of angel wings, like they were taken from you." Billy looked at you before laughing, "You're so cheesy." You groaned and flicked his nose and he laughed as he scrunched it.

"Too bad I can't call you Angel since you already call me that." Billy laughed, "Yup, it's taken, can't be used." You both laughed and he opened his arms for you to lay on his chest and you gladly got comfortable on him, putting your head under his chin. "B." He hummed, "Do you wish you could go back to Hawkins?" "No, I'm glad I got out of it. I wish I could see my sister but she'll be eighteen in a few years, she writes to me a lot plus she's coming to visit in July. She wants to meet you." You smiled against his neck, "You talk about me?" He laughed, "Yeah, of course I do, sent her one of our polaroids too. She thinks you're pretty." You smiled.

"She did mention that when she visits in July she doesn't want to hear happy screams. Whatever that means," he said, acting clueless. You both laughed and he held you tightly, you noticed he did that a lot more lately. He yawned loudly and dramatically smacked his lips and you laughed at him. "Wanna stay the night?" "Is your dad gonna try and chase me over your fence? I can't jump over it again, I ripped a pair of my pants doing that." You bit your lip, trying so hard to keep the laugh in.

"He's in Arizona for business. Won't be back until August and mom has the night shift." He nodded and leaned over to turn off the lamp as he pulled the sheet over your body, knowing that if he got too hot, he would start to panic. He felt your hand search for his and he felt you smile against him as you intertwined your fingers. Your breathing evened out and he let out a happy sigh, he was healing, the physical healing was done and over with a year ago but he was mentally and emotionally healing from everything he's ever gone through.

He still hasn't talked about his dad but maybe he will, Baby Billy still needed to heal after all. You held him slightly tighter in your sleep and he knew you were dreaming and he smiled and kissed the top of your hair before shifting a little and falling asleep with the moonlight being the only light in the room.

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—solitary road

it's a highway teeming with blackjack. on every corner, young jezebels. — trucker!billyhargrove x sexworker!reader

His hands slide into his pockets, a grin forming on his lips as his eyes look into yours.

"How much?" He asks, nodding toward you.

"Depends what you want me for," you reply sweetly.

His lip twitches. "How old are you, sweetheart?"

"Nineteen."

His brow raises. Technically legal, but he's just shocked you're that young and out here on the corner working a truck-stop.

He presses a palm to the wall beside you. "You tellin' me the truth?"

You blink up at him as you lick your bottom lip, pulling it between your teeth. "Of course."

He shakes his head, glancing away as he chuckles. "You know what you're doin', I'll give you that much."

You hook your finger between his belt and his jeans, and he looks abruptly back to you at the unexpected touch.

"Anything else you want to give me, baby?"

He snorts, smile widening, and you laugh with him at the predictable line.

"What do you do?"

You shrug. "Anything you want."

His heart begins to pound a little harder. Is he really about to do this? Take advantage of some young girl selling her body to men for...what? A few bucks? A hot meal?

He wonders how many tricks you turn in one night alone. And if he truly wants to be one of them. But goddamn, if you don't look good. And the thought of having you in the back of his cab for even just half-an-hour is certainly an appealing thought.

Billy spends all his time on the road as a long-haul trucker, the cab of his sleeper the only home he has left. It's a lonely life on a solitary road, until he finds you selling yourself outside of a truck stop one evening.

Unable to help himself, he pays for half-an-hour of your time & comes to quickly realize it won't nearly be enough for him. So, he returns time & again when able, until something more develops & you decide to see what more can be found on the highway in his passenger seat.

headcanons:

reader is a sex-worker on the side & does it for fun. she honestly loves the romanticism of meeting new people every day & learning their stories & just...the night life, in general.

her day-job is being a waitress at a nearby diner.

she left home at 18, just to see what was out there & bc she was unhappy in her hometown & had a sense of wanderlust.

she intended to get further than where she ended up at, but she ran out of money for traveling. thus forcing her to find work.

billy comes back time & time again to see her.

plotting:

eventually leaves it all behind to go on the road with him when she hits a breaking point.

it's a night where she's going to leave work, but her car won't turn over & she just starts crying in the front seat, until billy happens upon her & offers to take a look & gives her bad news—the part that needs replaced...she'd be better off just to get a new car, which she can't afford. she can barely afford rent. she hates it here, she can't do this anymore, etc.

he just tells her "come with me, then".

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Hi! I was wondering if you could do headcanons for Billy dating someone who is very fashionable and confident and intimidating but also maybe a little feisty and introverted? Maybe they moved from somewhere cool like New York City or something? (If possible maybe add something in there about max looking up to them/thinking their cool?) tysm! I love ur blog btw

HC - BILLY HARGROVE WITH A READER LIKE HIM

W.C 970 - INBOX (please request) - CREDIT TO GIF OWNER

thank you! i really appreciate it :-) i'm sorry i took kind of a long break! but i'm back now, and i'd love some requests for billy fics :-)

you kiss him first

it's not really a sweet, loving gesture

it only happens because he gets in your face

he backs you up against your locker and asks why you've got the same jacket on today as you did yesterday

clueing you in to the fact that not only does he care enough to notice that you wear different outfits every day

he comes close and tugs at the collar, flicking his eyes up and down the way that it fits over your body

but he noticed the one time you didn't

you tell him it's because when your date pulled it off in the backseat of his car last night, you'd seen it before school and decided you wanted it again

that shuts him up, his eyes go kind of wide and his jaw tightens

"Who?"

"Who?"

"Who took it off of you?"

"No one I'm gonna tell you about, Hargrove." and it's not a lie, because there was no one. you just like the jacket, and you're frustrated aroused? by the smug look on his face

And you think it's over, you think he's gonna leave you alone, so you slip out from your locker, shut it, and start off down the hallway

but he shouts after you, "They must not have been very good, then!"

And you turn around, "How would you know?"

"You won't even talk about it," He scoffs, and he strides up to you while a few straggling students pass by, "I mean, come on, you don't wanna relive it? What did he even do to you?"

"This," You spit, and grip him by the jaw so forcefully it almost hurts

You yank him down into the most heated kiss of his life, there's instant chemistry and his hands are at your waist before he can process that he's even kissing you

He gets so into it, groaning and nipping at your lip but then the second bell rings, and you're officially late for class.

You break away with a sly little smirk, knowing he's hooked by the way that his eyes are sharp as he watches you walk away

"Y'know, I could leave this in the back of your car tonight, Hargrove," You call as you walk away, flipping open one side of your jacket, "Eight tonight, and don't be late."

He watches you walk into your classroom and only then does he realize that he doesn't know where you live

so his only option? wait outside your class until you're done for the day.

he skips his own, just leans against the wall outside your classroom and tries to relive the kiss you'd shared

when you rush out of the class he's already waiting at your locker just across the hall, and you pay no attention to him as you get your books out

"You never told me where you live." He drawls, and you scoff

"I thought you'd know by now, you've been passing it every time you drive to school."

He finds out you live just down the street from him!

this means that at eight that night, he doesn't ring the doorbell with a flower in his hand and money for dinner in his wallet

he throws a rock at your closed window at 7:30

he catches you trying to figure out what to wear for your date

and when he crawls in the window, you're barely dressed

you've got sleep shorts and a tank top on while you decide what to wear, and when he notices you trying to cover your chest, he slips his own jacket off, tossing it at you.

"Just keep it," He offers, trying to look casual as he lights a cigarette and not like he's freaking out about rejection, "Maybe you can leave it in the back of your car."

and from then on, you're a thing

that night doesn't end in a hookup but it does end with a lot of heated kisses, and maybe some heavy petting if you really can't wait

but your parents are home, and they're still unloading boxes from your move, so you can't make too much noise or they'll hear you while they trek boxes up the stairs to their bedroom

he sneaks out early in the morning to take you to school, and swings by home to pick up max on the way

you offer to get in the backseat for her and billy grabs your arm to stop you from leaving, insisting that she rides in the back

he doesn't let go altogether, he just leaves his hand on your thigh while he drives.

you send max a sympathetic smile from the front, though, and she catches your eye in the mirror

he takes off and goes way too fast, and it's fun and all, but you're worried that he'll crash

so you demand that he slows down, and you're forceful enough about it that he actually does

that's why max likes you, because billy listens to you

and if she ever hears stories of new york?

she thinks you're awesome, and she definitely uses you as style and attitude inspiration

billy is protective of you, yes, but he doesn't have to worry that much.

as quiet as you are most of the time, he knows that if someone does something you can hold your own, and sometimes he'll watch proudly, cigarette between his lips as you chew someone out for touching you

or better yet, he'll smirk as you punch someone and he'll clean up your fist later, telling you how hot you looked

you guys swap stories of ny and california, and you definitely plan a road trip for after you graduate where you'll circle the country and stop at your old homes and hopefully find somewhere else to live

[sad-brunnettee]

Imagine Billy getting injured while at basketball practice (Steve may or may not have played dirty) and the reader is a first aider and has to give him an ice pack or something on the bleachers 👉🏻👈🏻 maybe they're also like opposites, the reader on the quieter side? I don't want to give you too much !! <3

MEDIC - BILLY HARGROVE X READER

W.C 1354- INBOX (please request !) - GIF CREDIT TO OWNER

"Medic," A husky voice pants from above you, and you slam your hand down over the page of the book you've just been reading, staring up with wide eyes at the newcomer.

You're not sure how you hadn't heard the boy's shoes squeaking on the gym floor, but Billy Hargrove is looming over you, a hand on his incredibly toned stomach.

"Uh," You start, bookmarking the page you were on and staring blankly up at him, "...What?"

"I need ice," He jerks his head back towards the court, chest still heaving with hearty breaths, "I got tripped, and he kicked me in the stomach. Coach said to sit out for the rest of the game."

"Oh," You finally kick into gear, fumbling for the cooler beside you, "Uh, okay. Here," You wrap the frozen block in a towel, "Sit wherever you want, just make sure to bring the ice back to me or take it up to the nurse's office by the end of the day."

Despite your first instruction, Billy nods, and lowers himself right beside you on the bench, arm already stretched over the bench behind your back.

"Thanks," He glances sideways at you, sweat dripping down his temple and nearly veering into his blinding grin, "You get really into those books, huh? Haven't seen you look up, like.. ever."

"Yeah," You hum, brushing your fingers against the cover of the novel, "I guess. Basketball's not really my thing."

"Boring?" He guesses, and before you can think things through, you nod.

"I mean-! Sorry," You gush, cheeks blazing with heat at the chuckle he lets out, one of his large hands still holding the ice pack to his chest, "I didn't mean to insult you, or anything."

He shrugs, "No offense taken. I didn't invent the sport."

"You play it, though," You mumble, as if he's forgotten, "I didn't mean to call you boring."

"I think reading is boring," He taps the spine of your book, "Doesn't mean I think you are."

"You just haven't found the right book," You decide, after a moment's silence. You're sure he doesn't really want to read more, that he's set on his views and doesn't need you to help him, but you can't help but advocate for the hobby.

"Oh, yeah? What book do you recommend, this one?" He reaches for the novel laying in your lap, taking the ice pack off of his side and swapping you for it.

"Hold this," He instructs, and you take it only because you don't know what else to do. He leaves you sitting there, ice pack in your hand, eyes blank and brain empty as he thumbs through the front few pages in your novel.

He stills after a few seconds, both hands firmly on the book as he turns to look at you, "No, like, hold it on me."

"What?"

"Here," He lets one side of the book go to point to a newly-forming bruise on his side, "Hold it there, would you?"

Your hands have never shaken this hard before. You're praying he doesn't notice, that somehow he misses the trembling of your fingers as you slowly reach out to press the ice pack against his bare stomach. And of course, fuck, of course it's rock-hard.

"Thanks," He hums, fingers flipping through page after page before he finally shuts the cover.

"Boring," He concludes, passing it back to you.

You don't know what to say. You're not like him, you don't have a thousand witty quips at your disposal or a raspy drawl that makes anything sound like one even if it isn't. You're a fish out of water here, and all you can do is nudge the ice pack back into his hands.

"Wait," He boomerangs it back to you, "Just a second. Lemme get a smoke."

He reaches up a step, turning his torso so that he can grab his bag from where he's left it on the bleachers. You don't blame him for not leaving it in his locker, break-ins and searches are extremely common. He digs a lighter and a pack of cigarettes out of the bag, torso still twisted so that his side presses into your hand. You're desperate for something else to look at, settling on the gum stuck to the bleachers two feet away from you. It used to be mint, you think.

"There," Billy sighs, and you hear the rrrip of his lighter. You focus your attention back on his face, and you let yourself catch a miniscule glance at his chest first. Really, it's just the path your eyes traveled on the way to his face, surely that's not your fault. That was inevitable.

"Thanks," He shoots you a lazy grin, billowing smoke like a steam engine, "Mind holding it for a while longer?"

"Uh, I would really-"

"Thanks," He doesn't let you finish, keeping his cigarette in one hand as he stretches the opposite arm behind your shoulders. He's draped dramatically out over the bench, and doesn't have to stretch far to nudge your knee with his own.

"Look at number 18, Simmons? Y'see him there?"

"Yeah," You nod, eyes locked onto the jersey.

"He's gonna miss," Billy predicts, and sure enough, the boy's attempt at a shot is abysmal, you're certain you could make a better shot.

Billy snickers, and his chest shakes against the ice pack, moving through to your hand.

"Guy shouldn't even be on the team," Billy scoffs, "If he's not missing a shot he's playing fouls."

All you can let out is a hum of acknowledgement, and Billy turns to you with that same grin.

"Right, I forgot. Boring. Well we have to talk about something," He huffs, smoke pouring from his nose, "Otherwise that would be even more boring. So what's it gonna be?"

"English," You decide after a moment of deliberation, "Have you started your essay yet?"

"Do you think I've started my essay yet?" Billy raises one of his perfectly shaped eyebrows, and you nod slowly, comprehendingly.

"You should," You tell him, even if you know your input won't matter, "It's a big part of your grade."

"You should help me," Billy parrots your advice, and at the second he's done speaking, the end of class bell rings. "I don't know how to write an essay."

"I- I guess I can," You stammer through your offer, balancing the ice pack on his thigh and turning to gather your things, "-but I don't really know when we could-"

"Today," Billy drawls, snatching the ice pack up and standing, stuffing his bag over his shoulder. He repositions it over his ribs once more, standing there looming above you on the bleachers, "In the library after school? You got plans?"

"No," You admit, thumbing at the strap of your backpack you've just thrown over your shoulder, "I guess I can help you then."

"Thanks," His face scrunches into a bright grin, and he glances behind him as his friends urge him back into the locker rooms. He makes a show of things, waving as he backs away, then shouting, "See you after school!" across the gym. His voice echoes and reverberates back to you what seems like a thousand times, as do the intrigued questions of his classmates.

By the time the final bell of the day rings, you have a date with Billy Hargrove. Or- at least that's what everyone has been whispering to each other. But it's a study session, you tell yourself, gripping the novel that he needs to analyze in your left hand while your right fiddles with a ring you've got there, that's all it is.

You're surprised to find Billy in the library at all, not to mention before you. You have a sneaking suspicion he'd ditched his last class of the day, but what you're more worried about is the single plucked daisy posed by your place at the table.

"Hey, nurse," He greets you with that signature grin of his, but this time there's gum in his mouth instead of a cigarette, "Ready for our study date?"

Okay, so it's a date.

[sad-brunnettee]

Hi :) Just finished reading "Basic Biology" and I loved it ! Please tell me you're doing a part 2 (and even a part 3 and perhaps a part 4 as well) : It had me crying. I wish I could just give him a hug : the most loving hug ever.

Could I request a Billy Hargrove x Reader fic in which he is brushing reader's long hair to comfort her because he can feel she is too anxious and he knows that having her hair played with calms her down sometimes ? It's a bit short so maybe you can include other elements as well. Maybe a completely different fic but with that specific scene in it ? I'm not sure I just know I'd love to read something with this scene in it. I trust you in this !

Many thanks ;)

LITTLE THINGS - BILLY HARGROVE X READER

W.C 564 - REQUEST - MASTERLIST - CREDIT TO GIF OWNER

A/N: i'm so so so glad you enjoyed basic biology! i'm not gonna lie i was really nervous to post it, so feedback makes my day! there will definitely be more parts, i've got them all planned out :D and me too, he deserves an opportunity to heal :(

It's rare that you're at Billy's for the evening. You don't typically spend time at his house, because you're just as scared of his dad as he is, but his parents are out for the night, and Max is out late with her friends.

The threat of Neil and Susan coming home early probably contributes to your anxiety, but it's not the sole cause, and Billy can tell. He reaches over from where he's flipping through a magazine, muscle cars displayed on the thin, waxy pages, and pulls gently on a strand of hair by your ear.

"Hey, you," He murmurs, using the piece of hair he's tugging on to turn your face towards him, "Something on your mind?"

"A lot," You admit, nodding as soon as he releases his hold on your hair, "I'm just.. anxious, I guess. Nervous."

"About anything specific? Or just anxious?" He bites the inside of his cheek, jawline sharpening at the movement. You shake your head, rubbing messily at one of your eyes, "Just anxious."

"Don't be," He knows it's not that simple, but it's all he can say in the moment, "You'll be fine, babe. Go get my brush."

"What?"

"Just do it," He pushes gently at your shoulder, urging you up and off of the bed in search of the bathroom, "The wide one, not the comb!"

Billy's bathroom is definitely his. It's littered with various curl products, a lot of hairspray, and a razor at the side of the sink. You find the brush easily, and you love him so you won't complain about the strands of hair that you pull out of it first.

When you get back to his room he's cross-legged on the bed, magazine shut on his nightstand. Your book is laid out waiting for you, though, bookmark in place just in case the spine snaps shut.

"Sit down," He prompts you, gesturing to the space in front of him.

You take your seat trying not to get your hopes up. Logically, why else would he ask for his hairbrush and then sit you in front of him? But the offer seems too good to be true, so you feign cluelessness.

"Just relax," His voice is calming and smooth, a sound that loosens the knot of anxiety in your chest, "Read your book, and try not to think about it."

The first scrape of the brush through your hair is intoxicating. It sends a shiver down your spine that he chases, the prongs of the brush rubbing against your t-shirt and folding it strangely against your skin. He lets out a low chuckle at your response, and redirects the brush to your scalp.

"Why are you doing this?" You wonder, eyes drifting over the words on the pages of your book but not actually taking them in.

"Because I always see you play with your hair when you're nervous," He hums, soft and sweet by your ear, "I figured it made you feel better, or something."

"It does," You breathe, “It’s just soothing, I guess.”

“Good,” He presses a kiss to the shell of your ear, moving the brush through the strands of hair there right after, “Don’t stress, baby, you’ll get through it.”

And as Billy’s fingers comb through your hair alongside the brush, meticulously covering every inch of your scalp in ticklish, tingly lines, you’re confident that you will.