#Billy Hargrove x female!original character

[buckysgrace]

Now That We Don't Talk

Billy Hargrove x oc (Kim Mayfield)

(This is outside of the Cruel Summer universe! An AU to my AU if you will)

Kim Hagan has the perfect life. A cozy home with a loving husband and a babbling, happy toddler. Everything is just how she imagined it. That is until Tommy’s best friend, her stepbrother, suddenly finds himself needing a place to fall back onto his feet. Everything should be fine, if only it wasn’t for their tangled past. Kim grows fearful that Billy’s presence will ruin the life she’s worked so hard to develop and reveal secrets she wanted to keep buried.

Warnings: Stepcest/pseudocest, cheating, mentions of drug/alcohol abuse, lots of smut and angst.

Chapters: Wicked Game Eyes Without a Face No One Like You Burnin' For You Give It All Kiss Me Deadly Lay it on the Line Easy Lover Owner of a Lonely Heart I Remember You

[goldberrg]

surely "bestfriends"

summary : You and Billy have been best friends for a while, but when he comes over unexpectedly.

TW's – cursing, sex (in details)

The end of your pencil tapped against the edge of your desk, the side of your head resting on your hand. Your leg bounced to the same rhythm as your pencil, while you listened to your teacher finish up telling you guys about a project. You were all reading "Pride and Prejudice", or at least had read it, and now needed to do the final project for it. You were aloud to work in groups of up to four, but you knew you'd only be working with one person – your best friend, Billy Hargrove.

Billy's step-mom, Susan, and your own mother were close friends. They worked together, and when you had been invited over for dinner the first week they moved to Hawkins, you and Billy had clicked. The two of you spent most of the night in his room, flipping through his vinyl's and helping him hang up his posters. You couldn't help but mock him about the clichè Playboy posters he had, and all the random crap in his room. But the two of you hit it off, becoming close friends quick.

And now he was your partner for every english assignment, art project, and science project. Those were the three classes you shared together. The first time you tried pairing up with someone other than him, a girl named Cheryl, he didn't speak to you for three whole days. Even when he drove you to and from school, he blared his music so loud your ears rang for hours afterwards.

Only after the project was over, and you showed up at his door with two tickets to see a movie.

Once your teacher had finished giving out her information and instructions, the class dispersed to get with their groups or partners. You leaned your head back, already finding Billy getting up from his seat behind you. He tossed his backpack onto the now-vacant desk beside yours, slamming his body into the chair with a grunt. This was your cue to get up and go get the poster board you would need for the project. You returned with a plain, white board compared to the other varying colors of purple, green, blue and red.

— Get your gross feet off the desk. — you ordered, glaring down at Billy since your hands were preoccupied. Billy rolled his eyes, but complied and removed his feet, the legs of the chair falling back onto the floor.

— Alright, doll, what's the plan? — Billy questioned, reaching into your backpack and pulling out your personal copy of the book. You'd already read the book various times throughout middle school and early high school, so you and Billy switched off borrowing your book.

— I figured I'd paint the board, sort of like a collage. Have different things on it. — you explained, looking down at him from the other side of the desk.

— Sounds good to me. We have two weeks, right? — he asked, quirking an eyebrow up at you.

— Yup, so if you don't finish the book by then, I'll kick your fucking ass. — you hissed, watching as he paused his skimming through the book.

— What?

— There weren't any lions in the book, jerk. You have two days to finish it. You're three fourths done, because that's how much we've read together, so you can finish a hundred pages by Thursday. — you sighed, rolling your eyes.

You walked over and sat in your own chair.

— Yeah, yeah, alright Your Highness. — he grumbled, closing the book and tossing it on top of the poster. — What else? We're doing the whole 'main characters, theme, plot, climax' stuff, right?

— Of course that's the only word you'd remember. — you grinned, shoving his shoulder as he laughed. — The dramatic structure, yes. And all the other stuff. We'll split it up. — you said, putting the book away. — You're coming over after dropping Max off, right? — you asked, standing up.

— Yeah. Most likely around 4:00. — he said, standing up as well when the bell rang and slinging his bag over his shoulder. — Let's go, doll.

Once Billy dropped you off at home, you laid the poster board on your bed and your backpack by your desk. You decided to shower and change into comfy clothes before Billy came over, after all you had about an hour. So you grabbed a pair of skull pajama pants and a big shirt, before heading into the bathroom. You turned the water on high, stripping off your clothes from the day, leaving you in your underwear. Grabbing your moms essential rose oil, you dropped a couple drops into the shower before leaving it slightly unopened on the rack next to the shower. The smell would help relieve the tension of the day, and get you focused for schoolwork. Finally, you took off your bra and underwear, stepping in.

The hot water hit you in the face, and you welcomed it. Scrubbing your face, you made sure to get your mascara and concealer off so that when you got out you wouldn't look horrifying. You let the water travel to your hair, smoothing it down your shoulders. Steam filled up the bathroom, the smell of rose invading your senses.

The roaring of the water was so loud that you didn't hear your front door open or Billy shouting for you name.

Billy pulled up to your driveway, hopping out of his car and heading up to the front door. Max had been dropped off at Mike's, not Dustin's, so it was a lot closer than he thought. He decided not to stop at home afterwards, and just head straight to your place. So he got there around 3:20, rather than 4:00. Not that big of a deal.

Banging on the door, Billy waited a minute or two for you to answer. When you didn't, he tried again, but louder. After the third time, Billy just barged in, rolling his eyes at the fact it was unlocked.

— Hey! Y/N? — he called out, hearing the shower running. Kicking his shoes off by the door, Billy tossed his jacket onto the back of your couch. He didn't hear a response from you, so he headed towards the bathroom. Knocking on the door with his knuckles, he leaned against the frame.

— Come in! — Billy's eyes shot open, looking at the closed door in shock.

As you were putting shampoo into your hair, you heard a knock on the bathroom door. You looked over at it through the glass doors, thinking of who it could be. Your mom wouldn't be home until later, and an intruder wouldn't fucking knock. So you probably lost track of time, and it was Billy.

— Come in. — you called out, not minding if he did or not. The glass walls were textured and opaque so he wouldn't be able to see anything porn-worthy.

And the two of you had paraded around in front of each other with your underwear on before, it wasn't much different. There was a pause before the door creaked open, and the outline of Billy came in.

— Sorry I'm early, doll. — he said, his voice darker than normal. — It didn't take as long to drop Max off. And I figured I'd stop by right after to get a head start on the project, maybe hang out for a while. I didn't realize you'd be naked.

— It's fine. — you laughed, opening the door slightly so you could poke your head out. He was sitting on the sink counter, shirtless. Every other girl in Hawkins was wet for Billy Hargrove, how could they not be? And of course you fell into that category. But you couldn't express it like they could, even though you were closer to him than they were. A few times a week, you'd find your hand sneaking down your underwear, his name leaving your mouth as you writhed against your sheets.

— Don't take too long, alright? — Billy pleaded, when he looked up and saw you looking out of the shower. His cheeks were red, but you passed it off as the hot steam. — Why the hell does it smell like roses in here? There aren't any flowers. — he questioned suddenly, lifting his nose in the air and diverting his eyes away from your wet neck.

— It's my momma's rose oil. I use it to relax. — you said, a 'duh' tone to your voice as you closed the door. — And I'll take however damn long as I please.

— Course you will. — Billy grumbled, and you smirked to yourself. You washed away the shampoo as Billy fired off more questions. — Why do you need rose oil to relax? Doesn't that burning water help?

— Not entirely. It helps my muscles from being hunched over all day, and the steam helps with my nose. But the rose oil adds the extra flare. It's rejuvenating.

— Rejuvenating? The hell's that supposed to mean? — Billy ridiculed, hopping off the counter and moving closer to the door so he could hear you better over the shower.

— It's like... I don't know Billy! — you huffed, opening the door suddenly and popping your head out. You were startled when you came face-to-face with him, noticing the way his eyes darted down to your nearly exposed chest and back up. — It helps with headaches, my skin if I apply it directly onto it, and the smell is just nice. Don't you think? It's just fucking relaxing. Unlike you right now. It's amplified in the shower, so I apologize if you're not getting the full treatment. — you snapped, getting frustrated. Having Billy so close in an intimate setting was rough, especially when you couldn't touch. It was like a goddamn museum, you can look, drool and adore. But if you touch, you're getting arrested.

— I'm getting the full treatment just fine, baby. — Billy snickered, leaning closer to you as his eyes dragged up and down your hidden form. Your face heated up, and you shot your hand out, shoving his face back.

— Pff, yeah right, Hargrove. — you scoffed, closing the door and diving under the water. Your breathing was heavy and you tried to mellow it out by focusing on your conditioner.

— You still with that Caden guy? — Billy suddenly asked, his voice now on the other side of the doors, causing your eyebrows to furrow.

— No, I broke it off two weeks ago. Remember? He couldn't decide if he wanted me or Jenny more, even though he was fucking her the whole time.?— you laughed dryly, running the conditioner through your hair as you shook your head at the memory.

— Good. — Billy muttered, but you still caught it. — You could do so much better than him.

— Yeah? — you laughed, shaking your hair to even out the conditioner. — Like who, you?

— Exactly like me. — you stopped, and turned to the end of the doors. There was an audible zipping sound, causing your heart to speed up.

— That so? And what makes you think that, Billy? — you called out, biting your lip and turning to face the water again, washing out the conditioner, in hopes of calming yourself. Your heart hammered against your chest when you heard the shower doors open, as if it was about to leap out of your throat. You didn't turn around however, opting to close your eyes as the water hit your face.

— Cause. — he replied simply, his breath ghosting over the shell of your ear.

Your eyes shot open as rough hands gripped at your hips, spinning you around. Your arms collided with Billy's chest, your head tilting up to look at him. His blond hair was beginning to stick to his face, and his blue eyes stuck out more than ever against the tiles. You weren't given anymore time to admire him, because his lips were on yours instantly. Both of you were swallowing water, your lips pushing against each other desperately. Billy walked the two of you backwards carefully, making sure you didn't slip, until your back hit the wall. You were now out of the harsh spray of the water, and you broke away to gasp for clear air.

— Are you.. — you attempted to ask, not wanting him to regret this, and have the friendship ruined.

— Yes, yes I'm sure, Y/N. — Billy said, not giving you the chance to finish. His hand reached up, pushing your wet, dark hair out of your face before leaning back down to capture you in another demanding kiss. Your fingers tangled in his damp curls, tugging slightly when his hands gripped your waist tightly.

Billy moved his hands under your thighs and crouched, indicating you to jump, and you did. Your legs tightened around his waist for dear life, knowing that if either of you gave out it'd end in a naked hospital trip.

— Fuck. — you moaned out, breaking the kiss as his cock rubbed against your pussy, tilting your head back. Billy ducked his head, attaching his mouth to the center of your throat, biting the thin flesh before sucking it. You whimpered, moving your body up and down the slick wall slightly, giving the both of you more friction. His nails dug into your ass, pinning you to the wall so you couldn't move.

— Don't do that, princess. — he warned lowly, vibrating against your throat. You could feel the occasional pulse of his cock against you, and you wanted nothing more than for it to be in you. Whether it was your mouth or pussy, you didn't care. You just wanted it.

— Billy, please. — you whined, after having waited patiently for him to finishing sucking on your neck.

— What do you want, baby. — he growled, pulling back to look up at you. You didn't answer him, instead you held onto his shoulders tightly so you could unwrap your legs without death. Once your feet were safely on the ground, you flipped the two of you, so his back was against the wall and your back was facing the water. Giving him a smirk, you kissed the corner of his mouth before getting on your knees. Billy's tongue darted out, licking along his lips while looking down at you, his hand running through your wet hair. Grabbing his dick in your hand, you pulled at it a few times, twisting your hand along the base. Leaning down, you gave the tip a few kitten licks, gathering the pre-cum onto your tongue. Looking up at Billy, you waited until his eyes fluttered closed before taking the beginning of his dick into your mouth.

— Ugh, Y/N. — Billy grunted, his hold on your hair tightening. You smiled internally, licking the underside of his cock, and then left to right in order to ease your mouth farther down. It took a few minutes, but soon enough the tip had gone past your tonsils. Your eyes were watering, and saliva was dribbling out of the edges of your mouth. Billy's hips bucked against your mouth, his tight grip on your hair giving you a steady rhythm. Continuous moans streamed out of his mouth, and eventually you were roughly pulled off of his dick.

— Not yet, baby. — he said, more so to himself than you. You understood what he meant, and grinned in satisfaction. Putting his finger under your chin, Billy guided you to stand up. Holding your chin between his thumb and forefinger, Billy pulled you in for a slower, more passionate kiss. Your hands rested on his chest, relishing in the warmth of the water and his body. His free hand traveled down the small of your back, tickling you as he went, before gropping your ass.

— Billy.. — you gasped, your voice breathless. You grinded yourself against him again, growing impatient. You looked into his eyes, chewing on your bottom lip to keep in your needy whines. Billy simply smirked down at you, fully aware of what it was you wanted – no, needed.

— Hmm? — he hummed, a wicked grin on his face. You let out an impatient huff, ducking your head to harshly bite at his shoulder. Billy hissed out, the hold on your ass tightening before it released. You thought he was just gonna move you two, but instead he brought his hand down in a harsh slap.

— Ah, Fuck. — you cried out in shock, arching your back.

— Don't bite. — he warned, and then he finally pushed your body against the wall on the side, the cool tile instantly calming down your burning ass cheek.

— Then fuck me already, you jerk. — you snapped, running your thumb over the bite mark on his shoulder. Billy's eyebrow rose at your bold statement, and you simply grinned up at him. His fingers ran down your stomach, tracing at your curves and marks of imperfections. He kept eye contact with you as his middle and ring finger dipped between your folds, slowly dragging from your entrance to your clit. Your body jumped at finally being touched, a sigh leaving your mouth. His thumb rolled around your nub, your hips jerking occasionally, while his middle finger worked it's way inside you. A small grunt sounded in your throat, and you held onto Billy's shoulder, leaning your head against the wall. Once his middle finger was in to the knuckle, he pushed in his ring finger and began pumping them in and out of you, curling them.

— Ugh. — you whimpered, your nails digging into his shoulder. Billy started kissing his way around your jaw, neck and chest, occasionally licking your nipple for fun. He added his forefinger after a minute, another moan escaping. You bit your lip, hard, holding in another whimper.

— Why are you being so quiet, princess? It's just us. — he mused, biting at your earlobe.

— I don't wanna boost your ego. — you snickered, yelping when his thumb pressed down on your clit and his fingers dug inside you even more.

— Yeah, well. — he laughed, shaking his head. — You can't hide the sounds you're making down here. — he snickered, slowly pulling his three fingers out of you and bringing them to his mouth. His tongue moved between his fingers, licking your juices and the shower water off of them. You watched, mesmerized.

Once his fingers were cleaned to his liking, he gripped the back of your thighs, having you jump up again. He gave you a nod, questioning if you were ready or not. You nodded yours quickly, having been ready for this for months. Aligning his cock with your entrance, Billy didn't have the ability to ease himself in because of your guys positions. So with one quick thrust, he was inside you, his hand splayed out against the wall and the other gripping your ass.

— Fuck. — you screamed, throwing your head back, crying out when it hit the wall. Billy was big, bigger than his three fingers. Your arms pulled him closer, trying to even out your breathing and relax your muscles around him. Billy didn't move, small moans being breathed into the crook of your neck.

— I'm sorry, doll. — he whispered, knowing it hurt. You didn't have lube or a condom, and not much preparation.

— No, no, don't apologize. — you said quickly, squeezing yourself around him to emphasize. — It's fine. You can.. you can start.

Billy removed his head to look at you, but when you gave him a nod he started moving. He thrusted slowly, not wanting to lose his grip on you or push your body. Both of you were breathing heavily, and you moved your body along his, matching his thrusts with your own.

— God. — he moaned, pulling his cock farther out before slamming back in, continuing the movement over and over again. Your nails scratched their way over his shoulder blades, biceps, back and anywhere they could reach. The pain was decreasing as the thrusting went on, and when Billy moved you slightly to the left, slamming back in, your eyes shot open.

— Holy fuck, right there, Billy! — you shouted out, arching yourself into him.

Billy smirked up at you, licking his bottom lip and doing as you said. He quickened his pace, no longer hearing your hisses of pain, and thrusted into you quickly. The sound of his skin slapping against yours, as well as the sound of your back hitting the wall, echoed throughout the bathroom, overpowering the shower.

— Ugh, god. — Billy grunted, throwing his head back. — I can't hold out much longer, Y/N. — he moaned, looking down at you just as you opened your eyes to look at him.

— I'm close too. — you whimpered, hiking yourself higher up on the wall, screaming out when his cock hit the spot again, but deeper. — Fuck, fuck, fuck. — you moaned, a streamline of curse words leaving your mouth. — Billy, I'm.. — you tried to warn him, but a high pitched moan escaped before you could finish as the heat in the bottom of your stomach exploded. A wave of warmth washed over you, your toes curling and your thighs squeezing around Billy, pulling him closer. You mouth fell open, letting out a small, quiet gasp as you orgasmed.

Billy pulled out quickly, feeling his own orgasm wash over him, and his hot cum sprayed over your stomach and the tops of your thighs. Your head fell to his shoulder limply, your body slipping down the shower wall, as it shook from your orgasm. You could see your thighs wiggling, and Billy gently lowered you to the floor. When the cold shower water hit you, you welcomed it, letting the cum wash off of you.

— Hey. — Billy whispered, his arms wrapping around you from behind. — This isn't a one time thing. I want you to be mine.

— Good. — you grinned, a giddy feeling coming over you, more intense than your orgasm. You turned around to face him, wrapping your arms around his neck. — Let's go take a nap, that project can wait until later.

[floredaqueen]

billy and isa after a huge fight? 👀👀 (love, love, LOVVEEE your art and fics! keep up the great work, baby doll! you’re so fab :))

Hello, helloo!!♡

I love love LOOOOVVVEEE YOU!! And you're so lovely ♡♡ I hope I can do your ask justice (also sorry in advance if it takes me forever to finish but I hope you enjoyy♡>///< ♡♡

BLURB +18

TW: Deals w/Bullying, Heavy Profanity, Billy being a dickhead. Hurt w/Comfort The usual ♡

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Isa and Billy don't really fight, especially since Isa is very conflict avoidant. She's getting better at that communication, but they rarely ever yell, scream, or say mean things to one another. If they ever did fight, it was probably during the first year they met; their senior year...

The first week of senior year for Isabela was like riding a bike. Easy A's all across the board. The Latina was already climbing the academic totem pole, and now, with all of her extracurriculars, she'd be moving faster and to new heights. She made time for other important tasks, not having much of it for boys or crushes.. that is until she heard about the new boy from Cali.

Rumors were already spreading, and he hasn't even been seen on campus anywhere yet. Just a few greetings on account to the popular girls at school, including her friend - and co-captain of the cheer squad- Nova James.

Still, though, to the intelligent Latina, it was all up to interpretation.. until she saw him strutting in with his denim on denim ensemble. His dirty blonde mullet perfectly quafted, and his ocean blue gaze stared down anyone, whether intentional or not. Her Hersheys chocolate gaze heavied one every perfect aspect he had to offer. His chilled chin was probably a dream to lovingly scratch, his very well-shaped hair, his piercing blue eyes that made her fold into herself, and his beautiful smile. He was all perfect.. too perfect.. which is why she wasn't surprised he turned out to be a complete asshole.

When they first crossed paths, he didn't even acknowledge her, the Cali boy bumping into her and only rolling his eyes in annoyance before brushing her off to the side. That when she knew he was a jerk, even if he was the most beautiful boy she's ever seen.

Later that day, she'd see him a few more times. He was notably in her calculus honors class, looking as confused as one who wasn't ready for this level of comprehension. Out of the corner of her wide eyes, Isabela could Billy trying to get someone's attention... and then he turns to her. He turns to her, whispering, "Hey,"s and "Excuse me,"s until he decides to get her attention by force.

The next thing the fresh-faced senorita knows is she's being hit on the side of the head with a balled up piece of notebook paper. She didn't believe it at first, still trying to process it right as he threw another. The second ball of paper clung to her hair as she turned around to face him, an annoyed expression on her face as she met his eyes.

As "taboo" as Isabela was to Billy, he had to admit that she wasn't half bad looking. In fact, she looked veey sweet with her pouting lip. Her eyes were so full and bright even theough her glasses, like a deer. He found it cute when she very clearly was getting nervous just by the look of him. He knew he could have that effect on people.

Billy smiled with teeth, his eyes setting on her filled out worksheet to note that she one hundred percent knew what she was doing. All of the questions filled out precisely by the slightly timid hispanic. A smart girl too? He knew it's be fun to make her lose her cool.

"What?" Isabela would whisper in annoyance, already wanting this interaction to be over. Of course, quite the opposite happened, Billy dragging on his words as if he was spelling it out for her. top!

"You mind helping me with this assignment? I'm a little lost," He asked, all with a toothy smile. Isa dead panned for a moment, letting herself express a bit of her annoyance with an eyebrow before turning to her own worksheet.

"Clearly," She muttered under her breath before handing him her notes. He looked over them and then stashed them in his notebook on the other side of her desk.

"The hell are you doing??"

"I'm gonna need this if I plan on passing any assignments for this week," Isabela huffed at his snark response as she tried to snatch his folder. Swiftly he moved his things, and her worksheet, away from her grasp.

"Give it back!" She whispered with an annoyed twitch with her upper lip. She even tried to grab at it, Billy quickly gripping her wrist only to throw her hand back in her direction.

"I don't hear that magic word, sweetness," With an eye roll and the crossing of her arms, Isa let it go, hoping she can get it back at least at the end of the day.

...

It'd be like that for the rest of the school year. Isa would be minding her business (and admiring Billy from afar) and the asshole in question would tease her and steal her work if he managed to get his hands on it. As annoying as it was it never got violent.. and it was pretty tame.. until one day.

Isa couldn't shake the feeling of so many eyes on her. She was able to hold her head high, but it felt near impossible today. When she did catch a few guys staring and snickering, she realized it was at her.. was there something on her face? In her hair..? What was their deal??

The hispanic scholar would soon find that out when she was approached by Tommy Hagan. The freckle covered guy was snickering as he walked over, crossing his sweater clad arms as he leaned against the locker beside hers.

"Wheeler, when were you gonna let me in on your dirty little secret..?" He jibed mischievously as Isa attempted to ignore him while retrieving her materials for her next class.

"What are you on about, Hagan..?" She turned to face him, her eyes rolling in response to his snarky grin. He casually shrugged his arms, not-so-subtly cornering her against the metal lockers while simultaneously spilling all of beans to her.

"Well, it seems that a hefty amount of my friends know what's under that pretty skirt of yours.. and I was wondering if I could get in on th-" Before Tommy could even finish his sentence, he was met with a hard slap against his face. It even has him stepping back a bit, giving Isabela ample time to hastily walk away from that conversation.

She knew for a fact he was spouting bullshit.. but it was strange that he had the balls to tell her, so who told him that? Who would even believe it? Whoever it was, she couldn't take for another second someone trying to shit on her perfect reputation and perception of who she really was.

By 6th period, things had only gotten worse, the overwhelmed Isabela finding herself hiding behind the abandoned bleachers that clung to the outskirts of the outdoor basketball court. She was calming herself down, attempting to get lost in one of her favorite Shakespeare fables, wondering if she'd ever find something as tantalizing as this culture phenomenon wrote about instead of having to deal with the likes of these jerks in this podink town..

One of her dainty, delicate hands wiped the tears developing in her eyes from the thought of all the mean and assuming words that were thrown her way today. Isa continued to keep her focus on the pages until she heard a snap of a twig.

The snap was caused by none other than the pretty boy she's been trying steadily to avoid, one of his calloused hands running through dirty blonde curls as the other flicked at his lighter to light the cigarette between his full lips.

She thought quickly.. too quick. She practically scattered as she jumped off the bleachers only to hide behind them on the other side as the rest of possey appeared beside him. The hung out beside on her side, too close to wear she kept herself as hidden as she could.

Their conversation went about as the latina thought it would, overhearing the socialites go on and on about on about their usual. Having or crashing parties, stealing booze from their parents' liquor cabinets, unprotected sex in the most obscene of places.. and girls.. but not just any girls. It was hurt they were joking about..

"Man, Isabela is so damn up tight," Tommy starts with a heavy huff. The side of his face was stilly slightly red from the hearty slap the latina previously gave him.

"The prude acts like she has a stick up her ass every time a guy walks up to her," He jibed, earning a soft giggle from Carol as they both relaxed against the brick wall.

"Only because she's never had dick in her life," She deduced, taking another hit of her tobacco stick.

"Yeah.. because she's boring," Billy finally snorts while crossing his denim covered arms. They both look at him with curious eyes, confused about his knowledge of the mouse that was way closer than they thought she was.

"I dont know about you, but I'm not getting a hardon for someone who's probably going to end up with cats because she doesn't know how to open her legs, "

The other takes, Isa's heard before. They were superficial and petty, especially coming from the two infamous idiots who's never worked for anything. But from Billy? Like an idiot, she thought he'd be above this, but his words hit right on her already racing heart.

"Good point," Tommy nodded, stomping out how own cig as Billy started.

"That's why I spread that rumor about her. Was trying to do her a favor. Maybe she'll actually get laid and get her first taste of dick.." The blonde said matter-of-factly as if she should be thanking him.

"Seems Billy has a soft spot for the prude," Carol would scoff teasingly, her face practically egging him on to prove her wrong. Billy, of course, denies her accusation.

"Nah. You won't ever see me going out with that bitch.."

All of those words.. those mean hurtful words. As much as she promised herself not to let it hurt her, Isa couldn't stop the constant stream of tears going down her cheeks. She tried to remain quiet, but a soft sniff of a breath gave her away.

"Who's there??" The alpha of the pack of wolves called out, his sharp blues finding sorrowful wide does eyes as Isa revealed herself to the group. They all sighed, embarrassed that she just happened to be there to listen to the conversation about her. With the tears still running down her glowing cheeks, they felt a little guilty. Not Billy, though. All Billy could think about was how pretty she looked when she cried. All sweet and innocent, even if they're hope was crushed.

"..you spread those rumors about me..?"

"C'mon, Wheeler- it was a j-"

"You're the reason why guys are following me??? Why everyone is calling me a slut, and how I simplemente no puedo guardarlo en mis pantalones cuando tÚ ERES EL VERDADERO PERRO,"

It was silent for a few seconds after that, the wind the only thing between them before Billy broke the airy stillness with a chuckle.

"You're just upset that I wouldn't waste my time on someone like you.. but," He lazily takes a heavy step forward in her direction.

"If you keep that up..." The way his eyes relaxed gave Isa pause, and then she could feel her body tense as he invaded her space. "..I might throw you a bone,"

Right then and there, she completely tensed, her hand swinging open palm to connect with his face for a hard slap. Neither of them had time to register it as the left side of Billy's face stung.

"You don't know what I could do for you," Isa's voice shook in a shaky whisper, stepping ever closer towards her bully.

"You thinking thay one would get a leg up just by being with you, when you can't even fathom how lucky you'd be to have me. To be with me..." Her sharp eyes stayed on Billy as he scoffed and kept his head held high, obviously not expecting the slightly menacing utterance of her words. For some reason, it was hard to keep a steady eye contact.. The braniac then tilted her head as her brows furrowed.

"..maybe, you wouldn't be so insecure.." was the last thing she said before she turned around and grabbed her things. Billy sucked his teeth, not even realizing that his nails were digging into his own palms.

He watched as everyone around him brushed it off as her being sensitive.. but he knew she was right. And that was something he hated about her. She was always. Fucking. Right.

...

Every other day after, Billy couldn't ignore the heavy weight in his chest. Best believe he tried, using all the usual tricks he had up his denim sleeve. But no matter how much drugs, girls, and bench pressing he did, he knew what he had to do to really get over.

Suddenly, after the usual attempt to mind melt at one of Tommy's parties, he found himself at the Wheeler residence. It was nicer than he anticipated, turning off the loud engine so as not to disturb anyone else.

Isabela was half asleep, cuddling her pillow in nothing but a tank top, mint colored undies, and sunflower socks she had recently bought from the mini market. So, when she heard -and soon saw- rocks being thrown at her window..

Begrudgingly, she got up, her footsteps as light as a feather. Billy annoyingly felt his body slightly perk uo at the sound of the front door unlocking, only to see Isa all tuckered out and peering up at him.

"Good, I got your attention.." He jibed, his hands stuffed in his jean pockets as his sharp blues took her in. Usually, Billy excelled at eye contact.. but this time around, his eyes roamed a lot more than he meant for them to.

Her curls were all messy, her nipples were poking out of her baby tee, and her bottom lip was pouted out. Fuck. Out of all the times to feel something for this girl, this was the worst time.

"What do you want, Hargrove?" She huffed, watching as he slightly awkwardly straightened up.

"I just wanted to.. uh.." He began to trail off, his eyes drifting down to her legs. Billy then only realized how he's never seen them before. They've been hidden by all the loose jeans and maxi skirts she'd wear.

He didn't expect them to be so.. toned. Every smooth curve was built with muscle even though she was known to be light on her feet. Not to mention her huge thighs.

"Yea- okay.." She rolled her eyes, going to close the door in his face only for Billy to swiftly propped his arm up against the hatch.

"I came here to... apologize" There was a long pause after that, the latina blinking a couple of times before parting her lips.

"Well, you're very bad at it," He scoffed, annoyed at her snarky remarks she'd conjure up from every word he spoke.

"Yeah, I've gathered that," He'd pause, letting the air between them fill the silence for a bit as he thought about what to say.

"You didn't deserve what I put you through. It wasn't right, and—" and as he continued to practally ramble, Billy became all the more aware of being under her scrutiny. He could feel her big brown, fatigued eyes studying his every word before her whole demeanor relax.

This.. this whole situation was weird. Why the hell did he feel like this? No girl has ever made him think twice about the words that would flawlessly flow from his kissable lips. And out of all the girls at Hawkins, it was some measly little book worm that had him fumbling.

Isa wasn't doing good either. She was starting to believe him, her mind running through his emotions as he spoke. Billy seemed sincere, but Latina refused to expose her sympathy. Her expression stayed neutral.

By the end of it, the silence between them returned and thickened, Billy cleared his throat before he crossed his strong arms.

"..As much as your apology is appreciated, I don't accept it..." She softly spoke, grabbing the edge of the hatch. As he tried to protest, he was met with a door being shut in his face.

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[sadhours]

blue sunday

chapter one

billy hargrove x female!oc (daisy way)

masterlist

cw: 18+, minors dni, smut, established relationship (kind of?), references to prostitution, manipulation, alcohol use, daddy kink, oral (m and f receiving), unprotected p in v

summary: billy and daisy made a real stupid decision, got hitched on a wild and drunken night but the longer they spend time together, the less Billy’s regretting the decision. but are they really meant to be?

NEVADA • JULY 1991

The Starlite Motel is near downtown. It has a big neon sign, a facade of glitz and glamour masking the true gritty form. Billy’s stayed here before. When he first landed in this bizarro Nevada town. It was the only room he could afford at the time. His skin kind of crawls as he drives up into the parking lot. The place is known for housing criminals, junkies and prostitutes. And apparently, Billy’s brand new wife.

He glances down at the passenger seat, eyeing the monstrous stack of paperwork. Annulment papers. The right decision, based on where she’s staying. Even if she is devastatingly gorgeous, or at least Billy remembered her being that way. The night was fuzzy, he can’t even remember the wedding he was so trashed. When he woke up in the casino hotel room, he was still fucking hammered. But there was a girl next to him in bed, with a cheap veil clipped in her bleached hair. Champagne bottles strewn across the room and as he was emptying his stomach out in the toilet, the girl woke up. Held a paper up to his face and said, “Hiya, husband, how ya feeling?”

To which Billy kept puking. The paper was a marriage certificate. Damned this fucking town and their lack of last calls and abundance of twenty-four hour wedding chappels. It’s designed for bad decisions. Kind of the whole reason Billy was even drawn to this place. He’d meant to make it back to California, but ran out of money here. And by the time he’d earned enough money to leave, he didn’t want to. Found himself a steady, decent paying job in construction and next thing Billy knew, he was buying his own fucking house. Well, single-wide trailer that was falling apart but fuck it, Billy was a homeowner. If only Neil could fucking see him now. Er, maybe not him right now… sitting outside a cheap motel where his wife lives and uh, presumably works. Damnit, it’s time to undo this drunken mistake.

Billy grips the papers and walks up to the door labeled 12. He knocks twice and hangs back. It’s hot out, only ten AM but the desert heat beats down on him. Must already be 75 degrees. There’s still no answer, he can’t hear noise behind the door– all he can hear is the group of men his age gathered at the end of the ‘hallway’, talking quietly. Billy knocks again, firmer this time and tries to peek through the window but the blinds are closed. Tells himself he’ll give her five more fucking minutes to answer the door.

While he waits, he lights up a smoke. Folds the annulment papers and tucks them in the back pocket of his worn Levi’s. Those five minutes pass and he turns on his feet to leave but as he’s stalking back to his car, he sees her. She’s wearing a cheetah print bikini top, a short denim skirt and red flip flops. The top does little to cover her huge tits, with every step they jiggle and Billy’s only a man, so he’s staring. Figures the dudes twenty feet down are also staring at her. Her blonde hair is tied up haphazardly in a bun, strands of it falling around her neck and face. Then Billy sees the cigarette between her lips, a can of beer in her hand and the rest of the six pack in the other. It’s ten in the morning and she’s drinking a beer. Billy can’t help but get this odd feeling he’s looking into some weird gender bending mirror.

“Is that my husband?” she calls when she’s a couple feet away, a smile spreading against her plush lips. Fuck, she’s gorgeous and he’s kind of bummed they had to meet in the way they did. There’s no way in hell he can stay married to a stranger, no matter how foxy she is.

“Not for long,” Billy tells her around his cigarette.

Daisy rolls her eyes as she makes it to the door, handing him her beer before rustling through the small pink purse on her shoulder. She retrieves a set of keys and too many keychains. Unlocks the door and kicks it open, snatching her beer back and heads inside. Billy follows her, taken back by the stench of her motel room. It’s not totally foul, but definitely not pleasant. Can’t be totally Daisy’s fault, this establishment isn’t exactly well taken care of. But it reeks of cigarettes, stale food and something sickly sweet— kind of like green apple and cotton candy. Billy thinks it’s Daisy’s perfume.

“Want a beer?” she asks, ripping one out of the plastic and handing it over before Billy answers. So he takes it but he pulls the annulment papers out as he does so. Hands them to her.

She drops her purse, pushes her sunglasses up to rest on the top of her head and looks at the papers. Almost looks disappointed. But how could she be? They don’t even know each other. She sets them on her unmade bed, on the pillows and sits down next to them.

“So, yeah, you sign those and it’s like it never happened,” Billy says.

Daisy nods slowly, brings her beer to her lips and gulps down the rest of it. Sets the empty can on her nightstand and then reaches for a second before tossing the butt of her smoke in the empty can.

“We must’ve had a good night,” she shrugs. “I know we had a good morning, ya know, after you hurled in the toilet for an hour.”

Yeah… Billy remembers that, at least. The sex that morning was good— great even. And he can’t be shocked it happened because standing here, across from Daisy, he feels this strange magnetism between them. He wants to touch her.

“It was fun,” he replies, soft because he doesn’t exactly wanna admit that to her.

Daisy pouts her lips, leans forward and her biceps are pressing her tits together. Like she’s trying to tempt him. Unfortunately, it’s working. His eyes immediately drop to the curve of her breasts.

“So, why are you so quick to divorce me, Billy? You don’t think I’m pretty?” Daisy asks, her voice all exaggerated sadness and he has to snort.

“It’s not a divorce. And you’re plenty pretty, I think you’re fucking aware of that,” he offers, “But I don’t know you, and I should probably know the person I’m marrying, yeah?”

She giggles, reaches up and pulls her hair out of the messy updo. Wavy blonde falling seductively around her shoulders. Damn, she’s good.

“You can get to know me.”

“You’re okay with being shacked up with a stranger?” Billy asks, tilting his head.

Well, he thinks maybe that’s literally her job, but it feels rude to ask or tell her he assumes so.

Daisy blinks, all innocent and pretty at him when she says, “I might’ve hit the jackpot with a hunk like you. Sue me for not being eager to let you go.”

“I absolutely could,” he counters, but he’s smirking. He’s kidding. Kind of. “You think I’m a hunk?”

“I’d fuck you right now,” Daisy confesses, “and I really, really want to.”

They stare at each other, tension so heavy Billy can feel it in his chest. This is pure instinct right now. He puts his beer down, discards his smoke in Daisy’s makeshift ashtray and she’s putting her drink down too. Then he lunges at her, genuinely feels like he can’t help himself. Daisy falls back easily, arms around his neck while he intrudes her mouth with his tongue. She tastes like beer and Marlboros. Daisy moans into him, fingers tangling in the bottom of his mullet and she pulls, her hips canting up. He’s humping back like he’s a horny teenager again. Grabs hold of her jaw as he licks filthy into her mouth. It’s heady. Both of them are filled with adrenaline and desire.

In the back of his head, he thinks people pay for this. Well, maybe not this. Billy always heard that hookers don’t kiss. Either way, he pushes the thought away and actually lets himself indulge in the thought that this is his wife. And really, Billy’s always wanted a wife. Just hadn’t met anyone worth it. Maybe she is…

Daisy’s hands are pulling his shirt up and off of him. Billy takes the opportunity to get his mouth on her neck, sucking and licking and biting. She’s loud, moans unabashedly while she scratches down his back. Billy leaves marks, she’s his wife for fucks sake. He bites around the string of her bikini and pulls, undoes it with his teeth and her heavy breasts fall out of it. His mouth is on them in an instant, giving them the same treatment he gave her neck. He loves the way her skin tastes, sweet and salty. Makes his dick pulse. So he’s grinding down on her, searching for any semblance of friction.

“Billy…” she cries out once he reaches her nipple, licking broadly against it before sucking it between his lips. “Fuck, that feels so good.”

He hums around her, smiling at the corners of his lips. He likes making her react like this, it gets him off. She is the hottest woman he’s ever seen, doesn’t even compare to the hundreds of centerfolds he’s seen. It’s getting to him, every time he looks up at her he thinks about it.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous,” he says before thinking more about it.

Daisy giggles, and it makes her even prettier. Then she says, “Thank you, daddy.”

And wow. Billy’s never been called that before. He pauses because he’s pretty shocked by the effect that’s having on his dick. He grabs her jaw, looking down at her a little crazed and he’s thrusting gently against her. Daisy’s eyes widen, mouth a little slack and she just kind of melts. Billy likes that, so he holds her a little tighter and barely shakes her head.

“Yeah? Am I your daddy?”

Daisy whines, wiggles against the bed as she gasps out, “Yes!”

Billy has to bite his lip to stifle his smile, he can’t let on how much he likes being called that. Also, he’s pretty sure the whole daddy thing is being dominant. Smiling at that would show her a weakness, he thinks. So he lowers her hand to around her neck, “You gonna suck daddy’s cock?”

“If he’ll let me,” Daisy replies, all wide eyes and pouty lips. Billy’s cock twitches again.

He laughs at her, shakes his head and climbs off of her. As he stands, he starts undoing his jeans and kicks his boots off. Daisy sits up, putting her hair back up in the messy bun as she awaits for Billy to pull his cock out. When he does, Daisy hums and smiles, “Better than I remember.”

“Shut up,” he rolls his eyes, grabbing her by the bun and guides her towards his cock. They both have the biggest smiles. It’s odd, the way Billy feels like this is easy and even comfortable or familiar. Honestly, it kind of scares him. But then Daisy’s licking up the side of his cock. His eyes roll back and he moans. Totally distracted from his nerves.

Her lips wrap around the head of his cock and she moans, blinking up at him before sucking. He grits his teeth, using his grip on his hair to guide his cock further into her mouth. Daisy’s stunning and she looks even better with something in her mouth. Can’t take his eyes off her, chin pressed to his chest as moans flow from his lips. She’s messy with it too, drooling around his cock and using her hand to stroke where he isn’t in her mouth. The eye contact is bizarre. Billy can’t recall another time he had a girl looking up at him like this. He likes it, feels like he’s got his own personal little porn star.

Then she takes him all the way, nose pressed against curly blonde hair and bobs her head. He wants to watch, but he can’t. His eyes squeeze shut as he growls low. Daisy even moans around him and Billy’s hips jerk forward, shoving deeper down her throat and fuck, she takes it like a champ. He has to pull out so he doesn’t cum. She squeezes the base of him, like she knows he’s close. Licks her lips as he peers up at him. And for the first time, he notices she’s got her skirt hiked up, panties pushed to the side as she rubs her pussy.

“You taste so good, daddy,” she tells him, “makes me so wet.”

“Let me see,” Billy goads her.

Daisy leans back, spreads her legs as she drags her fingers up and down her glistening folds. She spreads her lips, really showing off for him before sinking two fingers into her cunt. He gets on his knees, pulls her to the edge of the bed and pulls her panties off. Billy pushes her skirt up higher and she’s holding her legs up for him. He dives in, licking against her pussy. Billy groans at the taste, sweet and just a little tangy. Daisy moans, spreading her legs even further as he devours her. And fuck, she sounds so pretty. He eats her out like a starving man. More hungry than he’s ever been. The attraction here is fucking otherworldly. Billy cannot remember feeling so aroused by another woman. He feels a little insane from it, putting everything he has into licking her out. Nose bumping into her clit as he circles his tongue around her hole. Daisy’s not holding back, body shaking against the sheets as she wails. He can feel her wetness coating his cheeks and chin, she’s practically pouring out.

“Fuck,” she gasps, “Oh, my god, Billy!”

He moves his lips back up to her clit, slipping two fingers inside her pulsing cunt. Licking her clit rapidly, sliding his fingers in and out and he can feel her squeezing his digits. Keeps working until her legs snap shut, locking him in as she wails and seizes against the bed. He can feel her cumming, even wetter than she was and her walls tighten around his fingers. He keeps licking her until she’s pushing him away.

Daisy sits up, grabs Billy by the hair and pulls him into a kiss. No doubt tasting herself. There’s such an intense chemistry, it makes his head spin. And Daisy’s spinning him around. Pushing him on his back and straddling him, she kisses him harshly and reaches between their bodies. Grabs a hold of his cock and guides it towards her pussy, sinking down on it while they both moan out in pleasure. Billy knows they should use protection, that this is a dumb idea but it’s just too good to stop. And really, he can’t recall the night they married but he doubts they used it then and he knows they didn’t the morning after.

If anything, she’s a performer, bouncing on his cock. Her tits are moving with the motion. Billy doesn’t even know where to look, every inch of her body is fucking heavenly. She pulls her hair out of the hair tie, blonde tendrils falling to frame her face yet again. Daisy presses her palm to his chest, face all contorted in ecstasy as he fucks herself on his dick. His hands find her hips, trying to help her but it’s fruitless. Daisy’s a pro, she doesn’t need Billy to help. But he thinks it’s encouraging enough. His legs tense up, feeling alarmingly close because of how gorgeous she looks and how amazing it feels inside her.

Daisy grabs the annulment papers next to Billy’s head, holds them in her hands as she rides him.

“I want this cock forever, daddy,” she confesses and rips the papers in half. He should be pissed, he should be furious. But he cums. No warning. Just shoots inside her.

She cries out from the feeling, speeds up her movements even. The annulment papers lay on Billy’s torso as she rides him through his orgasm.

Billy doesn’t try to get the annulment papers again and Daisy moves into his trailer three days later.

[dazedandconfused-15]

Dom billy giving you a bubble bath after a long day at work, he sits behind you and rubs your puffy pussy calling you his good girl and ur just his subby girlfriend crying cus hes hands are so thick and perfect 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫❤️❤️

Here you go😇😝

Warning: 18+, sexual content.

Dragging yourself to the kitchen, the full moon's leftovers from a restless night still haunt you. As soon as you got home earlier, you laid down on the couch to get a few minutes of rest. Surprise surprise, that turned into a solid hour nap. You hate leaving the dishes in the sink, so as soon as you see them you start washing them before preparing dinner later.

-Babe?

-In here! – you answer, rubbing your forehead with your arm. A lock of hair falls on your face and you blow it away.

Billy enters the kitchen and puts the house keys in the bowl, his eyes on you. -Hey.

You give him a tired smile, rinse a breakfast bowl under water, and place it on the dish rack. -Sorry, I forgot to wash the breakfast things. When I got home I just had to sit on the couch for a bit but fell asleep. I was exhausted.

Billy comes up to you as you rub a dish with the sponge. -Not a big deal. Leave it here, I’ll do it later.

-I’m almost done.

You sigh as he turns off the tap, resting a hand on your arm. -It's Friday. I’ll do it. Just c’mere.

You grab the towel he holds out to you, drying your hands. You turn towards him, finding yourself trapped between the kitchen counter and his body. His blue eyes roam over your face. He has a spot of motor oil on his cheekbone, which you brush away with your thumb.

-What’s going on? D’you have a bad day? – he asks as his fingers graze the skin of your hip under your shirt.

-No, no. Just...just a long one, that’s all.

Billy hums. He moves closer and kisses the corner of your mouth as his lips linger there, his mustache teasing you deliciously. You can smell the faint scent of cigarettes in his kiss.

-Alright. Let's get you in the bath. Relax a bit', huh? - he asks, his big hand goes up your back and wraps itself around the back of your neck, warm and reassuring.

A bath sounds like a good idea.

A few minutes later, your body sinks in the bathtub as you let the warmth of the hot water envelop you. The bubbles shimmer like iridescent jewels. The rhythmic sound of their bursting orchestrates a gentle melody.

-Aren't you coming? – you ask Billy.

He is sitting to your left, his arms resting against the edge of the tub. He reaches out a hand and brushes your lips with his thumb.

-I thought you wanted to be alone for a while.

You shake your head, kissing his thumb. Billy gets the message and stands up, undressing. When he sits behind you and grabs your hips, drawing you closer to him, you lean your back against his chest with a satisfied hum. His hands rest against your belly. You never cease to be amazed at how your bodies contrast with each other. His golden skin seems even more tanned against your fair one. Your legs trapped between his are small.

Wrapped in the warmth of his body and the warm water, you let out a long sigh trying to ignore the tension in your shoulders. You try to disconnect yourself from thoughts of work. It's no use at the moment.

-You need to stop worrying so much, y'know. - Billy says at one point. His thumbs draw circles on your belly, which relaxes your nerves a little. 

-I know. It's just...there's so much to do. I don't even know if it's gonna work.

You just opened a coffee shop in Hawkins. Things are going well so far, but there's still so much to do. Robin and Max are a great help. Taking care of the marketing and branding part has taken a lot of work, and you all really want this business to work. You are finishing up the recipes and adjusting some aspects of the interior design, but the pressure is a lot.

-Don’t be so negative. The food’s great. Have I tried it or not?

-Yeah...

He nudges your jaw with his nose. -And what did I say? Like the pancakes, what did I say when I ate those pancakes? You know I'm always straight-up with you, especially with this stuff.

You hum in acknowledgment, folding your left leg and resting it against his muscular thigh. -You loved them.

-That's right. I'm not the only one. When you guys gave Eddie one of those blueberry muffins? Man, he cleaned up the whole tray.

You let out a laugh at the memory of that episode.

-You worry too much. S'gonna be great.

-You're right. - you murmur, feeling tingles spread through your belly as his hands creep further up.

-Now you just need to relax. - his breath brushes your ear as his thumbs grazes your nipples, which immediately stiffen under his touch. -Yeah?

You nod, his thumbs sending direct signals between your legs as he rolls your nipples between them.

-Let me take care of ya.

A gasp leaves your lips as you feel his fingers graze the petals of your sex. His hand is big enough to cup it entirely. It is as if an electric shock is going through your body. You can feel the blood rushing down there as all of your nerves wake up from his touch. He knows your body by heart, knows exactly how to touch you, what gets you squirming for him. You had a couple boyfriends before him, but none of them was able to touch you like him. Not even close. And it wasn’t a matter of time either, because Billy got you gushing all over his hand the first time he touched you in that parking lot a year ago. His finger rubs your clit in slow circles, you can feel the wetness build up no matter the water surrounding you. You instinctively arch your back, seeking contact with his hand.

-You're so eager, aren't you? - Billy reprimands you as he bites your ear, slowing down his movements. -Are you gonna be good and stop moving?

-Huh huh. – you bite your lower lip as you strain to relax back against his torso.

You feel his hard length pressing against your lower back, and it only increases the need for release. His fingers are spread to each side of your labia, and he begins to slowly massage you up and down, your throbbing, hardened clit rubbing against the palm of his hand.

-Mh, yes. - you whisper with a gasp at his touch.

The water around his arm has cleared from the foam and you can see his large hand rubbing you, turning you on even more. His other hand is on your left breast, playing with your nipple poking out of the water.

He pants against your ear as he brushes your slit with his middle index finger and you automatically twitch with the need to feel him pushing inside your hole.

-Such a greedy pussy. - he rumbles. Then his words cut through you in his slow, accusing tone. -Can you feel how wet you are?

-Mh, just need it so bad...

-What do you need, baby? - he asks, knowing fully well what you want as he circles your entrance with his finger. Waiting for you to say the word.

-Your fingers. – you breathe out, and it takes all of you not to thrust your hips forward and swallow his finger.

-Where do you need 'em?

You feel your cheeks burning. You have always been shy. Billy is the opposite of you. Has always been. He’s all cheeky and uninhibited and doesn’t care if he falls into the vulgar. And he demands the same from you. You can't escape him.

-In my pussy. - you whisper, and he hums in appreciation, his voice rumbles against his chest.

-Atta girl.

He pushes his finger inside you, filling you to the brim. You gasp, tilting your head back, feeling the metal of his ring against your labia, waiting for him to start moving. And when he does, you let a low moan. You instinctively pull your right leg out of the water so that your calf rests on the edge of the tub to be spread for him and give him more access, water dripping onto the floor from your foot.

-Yeah, just like that. Open wide, baby. - Billy whispers, and almost pulls out his finger to add another one, tearing a high-pitched groan from you.

You lift your head from his chest, watching in rapture as his big fingers move in and out of you in the water, the heel of his hand against your pubis. The air in the bathroom is hot and humid, your body is on fire. A drop of sweat slides down you temple. You never want it to end, but at the same time, you feel the burning need to release.

-More. - you whisper, resting your head back against his shoulder. You move your hips to meet his movements, but as soon as you do Billy pulls out his fingers.

Your sex contracts around nothing. You feel frustration rising in you and you’re about to say something but Billy wraps his hand around your throat.

-What did I say? - he murmurs, his lips against your skin.

His voice is a warning in itself. If you move, he gives you nothing.

-Sorry. It just feels so good. Please, Billy.

You turn your head meeting his blue eyes, begging him with your gaze. You press your lips against his for good measure. Billy grunts, his tongue finding yours as he lightly tightens his hand around your throat. The pleasure and slight adrenaline of the gesture mingle, causing a shiver to run down your spine. His eyes lock into yours as he slowly pushes his three fingers inside you. Your eyes flutter as he fills you again. You feel him increase his pace and you no longer contain the sounds that leave your mouth, your breath mixing with his. Then he curls his fingers and hits the spongy skin inside you, and something uncomfortable mixed with something beyond pleasure makes you close your eyes. Your leg begins to ache from its position against the edge of the tub, but you can't bring yourself to care, desperate as you are for the release. Your hips though, start to move on their own again, meeting his fingers urgently.

-God, yes ... ah ...

And just like that, he pulls out his fingers again.

You turn to look at him, frowning in dismay. Billy shakes his head, his hand slowly rubbing your swollen sex. -You're not listening.

-I’ll listen! I promise. I won't move. Just, please... - you moan, straining not to move against his teasing hand.

His fingers linger on your swollen labia. -What a brat. - then he roughly pushes his fingers inside you, without warning.

You cry out against his mouth and he silences you with his lips. His tongue follows the movement of his fingers and you almost roll your eyes at how erotic and overwhelming all of this is.

-Can you stay put baby? Want me to make you cum? Huh? - he asks, curling his fingers inside you.

You answer with a noncommittal sound, your toes curling every time his fingers apply pressure against that patch of skin. You feel yourself reaching the end quickly, feeling like you’re sliding down towards the edge of a ravine with alarming speed.

Billy tightens his grip around your throat, forcing you to open your eyes. He looks at you under his long dark lashes with a certain hunger. -Want you to watch me when I make this pussy come.

-Huh huh. – you nod eagerly, your nose brushing against his. -Please, yes.

Your legs start shaking as he keeps hitting that sweet spot, the familiar warmth in your belly starts spreading until you can't take it anymore and you cry out, contracting violently around his fingers, your flesh pulsing rhythmically, your eyes nearly crossing from the intense and long pleasure, so good it almost hurts.

-Yeah, such a good girl. - he whispers, his fingers moving gently inside you as you ride out your orgasm. Your legs give out as you loll your head to the side against his chin, your eyes fluttering shut, feeling utterly spent. Billy kisses your forehead, his hand now gentle around your throat, his thumb caressing your jaw.  -You did so well for me.

You just let out a sigh, feeling lulled by the warmth of his body and the smell of his cologne surrounding you, feeling at home.

[billys-pretty-babe]

But Daddy I Love Him

Chapter 1

Pairing : Billy Hargrove x Daniella Hopper (Billy Hargrove x Fem!OC)

Warnings : Swearing

Word count : 1572

A/N : If you'd like to be tagged please let me know <3

           Daniella sighed as she parked in the driveway of the cabin. She had been living in Indianapolis with her mother and stepfather for years, ever since her younger sister died from cancer. She wasn’t close with her father anymore, but she still wrote letters to him and talked to him on the phone once a week. She knew he was romantically involved with Joyce Byers, the same woman who was at her parents’ wedding smoking a cigarette with her deadbeat husband.

           Daniella saw the curtains move before two girls appeared in the window of the living room. One was a redhead and the other was a brunette. She raised a brow, there was no way her dad had more kids so why were there two seemingly teenage girls in his living room? The front door opened after the curtains moved back to their original spot and Jim Hopper, Daniella’s father walked out of the cabin, his lips curled up in a smile around his cigarette.

           Daniella was a daddy’s girl when she was younger and she felt the hole in her heart start to mend seeing her father in the flesh, instead of just hearing his voice through the staticky phone that her mother had gifted her a few years back. Jim walked down the few steps and she unlocked her car doors, getting out of the car. He smiled and put his arms out and she smiled and hugged him. She felt the little girl in her peeking out in the arms of her father who she missed dearly. She understood why she wasn’t able to live with him, his addiction picked up after Sara died and he wasn’t fit to be a parent while he grieved.

           “Hi baby,” he murmured against her dark brown hair. She smiled and looked up at him, she was a near spitting image of her father, the same blue eyes and the same brown hair. “Hi dad.” Jim smiled and kissed the top of her head again. “Let’s get you settled in the house, I cleaned out your room.” She nodded and popped the trunk of her car and he grabbed a few bags, putting them on her suitcases so she wouldn’t have to carry much.

           “Dad, I got it.” He waved her off, puffing on his cigarette as he walked into the house. She grabbed her last remaining bags and followed him into the cabin. She passed the two girls as they watched her and she followed him to the back of the cabin where her childhood room was, right across from Sara’s room. Jim turned the lights on, her music box was on an upgraded vanity and the bed was a lot larger than she remembered.

           “I upgraded the room, you’re eighteen now. I didn’t think you’d want princesses and pink everywhere. I kept a lot of the stuff in storage just in case you do want it.” Daniella nodded and Jim idled by the door. “I missed you Dani, I did.” Her heart stuttered at the nickname, no one had called her that since Sara passed. “I missed you too, dad.” Jim smiled and looked at his watch. “I’ll let you unpack and get settled and then we can go get something to eat.” Daniella nodded and he shut the door.

           She began unpacking, putting her clothes in the closet and the white dressers that held a tv and the antenna was set up under her blinds. It wasn’t long before everything was unpacked and she put on different clothes so she could relax after dinner. She left the bedroom and walked into the familiar living room where a portrait of her, Sara, her mother and father was on display on the wall as well as other pictures from her childhood.

           Jim was in his recliner, watching whatever was on the tv as the two girls were in the guest bedroom on the floor. “Who are they?” He flinched, not expecting to hear her voice and she laughed softly. He looked in the room, “El, come here.” The girl with brown hair walked out of the room and stood close to him as she looked at Daniella. “El, this is Daniella, but we call her Dani. She’s, my daughter.” El’s brow furrowed before pointing to herself, “I’m your daughter.” Jim nodded, “But so is she, she’s my oldest. Dani, that’s El, it’s a long story and I’ll explain it soon.” Daniella nodded, waving at the younger girl.

           “Max,” El said, beckoning the red-haired girl. The girl walked into the living room, waving at Daniella, “Finally an older girl to hang out with.” Jim raised a brow, “Your brother looks like a girl from the side.” Max rolled her eyes, “I’m not willingly hanging out with Billy.” Jim snickered against the can of Cola in his hand. “I have a brother, around your age I think. How old are you?” Daniella looked at Max, who wasn’t much shorter than she was. “I just turned eighteen.”

           Max nodded, “So did he, in March. His name’s William.” El raised a brow, “I thought it was Billy.” Max looked at her and nodded, “It is, just like mine is Maxine but I go by Max. His is William but he goes by Billy.” El nodded, still obviously confused as to how you get Billy from William. “You should meet him,” El said, almost dreamily. Jim scoffed, “No, hell no. She will not be meeting that delinquent, no offence to your brother, Max.” Max waved him off, “Not my brother, technically, just legally.” Jim nodded and looked at Daniella, “Ready to go get dinner?” She nodded and he let the recliner down. “Max, I can drop you off unless someone’s coming to get you.” She nodded, “My mom and Neil are out of town I think and who knows what that douchebag is doing.” Jim nodded and grabbed the keys to the Chief car he rode around in and Daniella grabbed her car keys.

           All three girls walked out of the house and Jim locked the front door and El and Max got into the back of the car and Daniella got into her car and got into the street and let her dad lead the way to Max’s house. It took nearly fifteen minutes for them to arrive in front of a white house. A blue car was in the driveway as the lights on it turned off, like the driver had just gotten back. The driver door opened, a guy getting out of the car. He had blonde curls that were put into a bun at the nape of his neck. He wore jeans and a white tank top as he held a red bag. Max got out of the back of Jim’s car and the guy looked over, his eye-catching Daniella’s as he smirked, lifting his hand to wave to her before Jim honked and called out of his window, “Don’t even try it, Hargrove! She’s off limits for you!”

           The guy put his thumb up before opening the front door, Max barely getting inside before the front door shut. Jim drove to a fast-food joint, the three of them walking inside and ordering their food as Daniella sipped on her Coca Cola, something she grew up with. “You’re quiet.” She looked at El and nodded, “Just tired.” The girl nodded, her brown eyes looking into hers.

           “Sleepover?” Daniella cocked her head a little, “Huh?” El huffed, pointing between them, “Sleepover.” Daniella squinted a little, “I live with you guys for a few months before I go back home.” El hummed and nodded, sipping on whatever she had poured into her cup while Jim was paying for the food. “Do you have a boyfriend?” Daniella nodded; she had a boyfriend back home in Indianapolis. He wasn’t the best, but she loved him, or at least she thought she did.

           “I do too,” El said happily, happy to have something in common with her older ‘sister’. “His name’s Mike.” Daniella nodded and looked at Jim who seemed more than displeased at the name that was spoken. It wasn’t long before their number was called and Jim grabbed the food and El had asked to ride back with Daniella. “She’s probably tired, El. She might want to drive by herself.” Daniella shook her head, “It’s fine, dad.” Jim nodded and El got into the passenger seat as she talked to Daniella, talking her ear off for fifteen minutes straight.

           It felt like hours has passed when she got back to the house and dinner was already eaten as they all sat around. She began to space out, thinking back to Max’s house, thinking about the guy, who she assumed was Max’s brother that was mentioned. His eyes were captivating, from what she saw of them. “You okay, Dani?” She looked at her dad and nodded, “Just tired, I’m probably gonna go to bed.” Jim nodded as he looked at El who had fallen asleep on the floor.

           He groaned and picked her up, taking her into the guest bedroom that looked like he had transformed it into a regular bedroom. Daniella threw away her trash before grabbing a glass of water. “Goodnight dad.” Jim smiled, “Goodnight Dani.” She walked down the hallway, into her bedroom and she shut the door behind her. She laid down and she looked outside, watching the stars before she fell asleep.

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[justice4billiam]

Billy on the inside when someone finally gives him a shred of the pure love and affection he deserves.

[lithium80writer]

The Fence (A Billy Hargrove Short Story)

Chapter one, Chapter two, Chapter three

Chapter four: Your Billy

⚠️This is a darker story. ⚠️ Billy Hargrove short story. This story will focus a lot on Billy's abuse from his father and Josephine's mental and sexual abuse from her stepfather. Can these two lost souls find sanctuary in each other? Trigger warnings ⚠️: Descriptions of sexual assault in first person and domestic abuse. Language. Thoughts of self harm and suicide. Disturbing topics. Smut. ⚠️ This story is not for everyone but more an emotional release for me. Thank you for reading. 🖤 Upside down doesn't exist. Max is not Billy's sister. It's just him and Neil.

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Billy's POV

I walk outside and I see a little envelope sticking through the fence. My heart speeds up and I walk a little faster. I quickly tear it open and see her delicate handwriting. Cursive. Shit.

Too fancy for me but I slide down my back against the fence and squint to read her small handwriting.

**** Dear Billy,

I was happy to get your letter. I'm sorry for disappearing. I am okay. Is your eye better? I hope so. Your letter caught me by surprise. It made me feel happy. I don't feel that a lot. So, thank you. Write back soon.

Your friend from the other side of the fence,

Josephine.

**** Josephine. It's even prettier. I made her feel happy. Billy Hargrove made someone happy. And someone made Billy Hargrove feel happy. What the fuck is going on?

There's that care again. Jo, asking about my eye. Maybe I'm not delusional.

I stand quickly and dust the dirt off of my jeans. I head inside and straight to my room trying to avoid him at all costs. I light a cigarette as I put pen to paper. And there it began. Our friendship.  My first real friendship. Little by little we learned about each other.

She asked me questions about me. My favorite things. How I was doing. My life in general. And for some reason, I told her. I was honest. But it started to feel fake. I wasn't being fake but it didn't sound like Billy Hargrove.

Not everyone's preconceived notions about me anyways. She wouldn't like the real me.

The hardest letter I ever wrote to Jo:

**** I need you to know, Josephine. I'm not a good person. I'm angry. I fight a lot. I drink a lot. I cuss too much and I smoke a pack a day.. at least. I'm so fucking angry. But I don't feel that way when I write to you. I feel calm. I feel at peace. But I don't want you to have some fake image of me built up in your head. I'm not good, Jo. I'm not a good person.

Billy

**** I waited for her reply anxiously. I thought maybe she wasn't going to reply. Every day I checked the spot. It was empty. I fucked up. I pushed her away. I was too honest.

Then finally, I saw it. Placed in between the wooden posts. I lit a cigarette and prepared for the worst. I held the envelope in my hand for what felt like hours. Fucking open it, Billy.

**** My dear Billy,

Anger doesn't make you a bad person. You have every right to be angry. You make me feel good. You make me feel happy. You brighten my life more than anyone ever has. Could a bad person do that? I don't believe so. Everybody has their faults. Please don't be so hard on yourself. I like you. Even the rough parts. I have bad parts too.

Your Jo (I hope that's okay.) ****

I was overwhelmed with a sense of relief. She didn't hate me. I didn't push her away. And I was completely honest with her.

My Jo. It's more than okay, baby.

I began to open up to Josephine. All the crazy thoughts I have, I let them pour out to her. I'm not sure why. Maybe it's because I can't see her. It's not face to face. Normally I would have been embarrassed. Or thought I was being a pussy. But it felt good. And she wasn't judging me.

Billy the fucking poet. But it felt different when I wrote to her. I was able to slow down my thoughts, not just spit out whatever smartass remark was always on my tongue. I could tell her what I was really feeling. On my bad days, I wrote a little more. Sometimes on my worst days, I didn't write at all.

Her letters were scarce. Only coming twice a week. But her words were always beautiful. Well spoken and kind. Sometimes I'd have three written by the time I got hers.When I asked her why she avoided the question. Come on, Josephine. Let me in.

I opened up to her and she opened up to me, a little at a time. Though I know she's still hiding things.

She doesn't like to talk about her stepdad much. But there was one letter that stood out. Two words. The Monster.

What has he done to my Jo?

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Josephine's POV

Letter after letter. Thought after thought. Feeling after feeling. I poured my heart out to the boy on the other side of the fence. I didn't tell him everything but I told him when I was having extra bad days.

He told me when he was feeling down. He told me he wasn't good. I knew that wasn't true. I wanted to help him see that he was good.

Billy became a safe place for me to land. I didn't have to talk to my tree as much, though I still did. I told her all about Billy.

In one letter he called me sweetheart. I felt a flutter in my heart that I'd never experienced. I wanted to be his Jo. And I told him that. He responded in the next letter with "your Billy." I cried reading it.

In one of his letters he mentioned wanting to help me. I want that more than anything but there's nothing he can do. I want to see him. I tell him that regularly even though I know I can't.

Today I sat against my tree and opened Romeo and Juliet. I've read it now three times cover to cover. This time with Billy's letter was a small flower pressed flat in the pages. It was beautiful. I wonder if he thinks I'm beautiful.

I think he is. I didn't get to see him for long but his face is burned into my brain. I picture him sometimes at night when I close my eyes. Lately I've been having other feelings about him. Feelings that make me ashamed. Feelings that make me feel guilty.

I want to ask him if he's ever had sex. If it felt good. It's supposed to, right? I had a dream about Billy. I woke up feeling tingly. I'm confused. And scared. And curious. Maybe one day I'll ask him.

I leave the flower in its place, not wanting to destroy it. I decide I'll keep it forever. He ends up sending more. Little ones here and there. I have quite the collection of them now. They're my favorite thing.

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A few weeks later, I got another letter. Billy says he has an idea. It was dangerous. But maybe it could work.

**** You won't be able to see me but you can hear me. And I can hear you. What do you think, Jo?

Your Billy ****

I think yes. I think my heart might explode. I think I'd give anything to see those eyes again but for now.. hearing him will have to suffice.

**** My dear Billy,

Anything to hear your voice.

Love, your Josephine ****

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[hoppers-babygirl]

Beat his ass

Author: Hoppers-babygirl

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Word count: 2316

There was still an awkward distance between Cassie and Steve but that didn’t stop her from riding along with Steve, Dustin and a couple of his friends. Everyone knew she had been seeing Billy once Steve and Nancy got together but no one ever quite spoke about it out loud. That was until Cassie asked Steve to drive her over to his house. Things had been uneasy between the unlikely couple but Cassie tried her best not to let it show. It had been two weeks since Billy last spoke to her, she was sick and tired of his silence so she took matters into her own hands. 

Steve stayed silent as he drove towards Billy’s house, his knee bounced anxiously on his free leg. It struck up a bit of anxiety in Cassie but she took a few deep breaths. After Steve dumped her for Nancy; Cassie and Billy started seeing one another, even though they were an unlikely couple, the pair enjoyed one another’s company. They dated six months before this air grew tense between them. Cassie never thought he would act this way toward her but she was wrong in the end. She assumed Billy heard that Nancy broke things off with Steve, maybe thinking that he would try to swoop in and take Cassie away from him but that wasn’t the case. 

The matter of the fact is that Cassie grew sick, some days worse than before. She assumed it was just a simple cold, nothing more than the flu. Only she was wrong, after taking a test the liquid in the tube turned blue. Her stomach knotted up at the sight, causing her to fall to her knees in front of the porcelain bowl as she grew sick. 

Eventually Steve pulled up to the all too familiar blue house, except he was pulled off on the side of the road, across from the house. Snapping from her thoughts she looked over, her brows pinched together. 

Steve spoke up. “I know you just wanted a ride but I don’t trust the guy. I’ll stay here for ten minutes and if you don’t come out then I’ll leave. Just for my sanity, okay?” He offered her a small smile. 

She took a shaky deep breath and nodded before slapping a fake smile on her lips. No one except Jonathan knew what was actually going on with Cass, which she was thankful for as she knew she could trust him with her life. Even now she felt guilty asking for this from Steve especially while her little brother rode shotgun but she had bigger worries to deal with right now and that’s what she was focused on. Taking another deep breath she actually opened the door and stepped out the car, her legs felt like jello but she couldn’t stop her movement. It was like she wasn’t even in control of her body as she walked up the little stairs and up to the door. 

Cassie knew Max was home as she could see her bike still outside. It helped her feel a little at ease but soon her knuckles rapped at the door. Moments later Billy opened the door, his usual smirk not prominent on his lips as he took in the sight before him. Steve's car in the distance, Cassie in front of him wringing her hands and the dark circles under her eyes. He snorted and walked back down to his room to which Cassie followed behind him. “Hello to you too, Billy. Do you know that I’ve tried calling you for the past two weeks only to have Max lie to me? Because I know it's a goddamn lie.” She started in on him soon after closing the front door. 

He began to puff on a cigarette and opened his bedroom door. “Listen little bird, it's over. Whatever you thought we had going on is over, you’re a waste of my time.” Cassie scoffed and crossed her arms over her chest. “You think?” She sassed back. He turned and blew the smoke in her face, making her turn away and let out a quiet cough. “I didn’t fucking invite you here. You showed up, princess.” His voice dripped with venom but when the smoke cleared Cassie could see the mark crossing his cheekbone but with his attitude he wasn’t going to talk about it. “Yeah well maybe if you knew how to pick up the phone then I wouldn’t have had to come here and tell you.” Her voice began to hush. “Tell me what? That you’re not gonna be my whore of the week anymore?” He replied as he began to slip a shirt on. 

She shook her head, “I guess you just forgot the past six months then huh? That surely doesn’t add up to a week.” She replied just as harshly. Billy huffed out a breath almost like an annoyed bull would. “Get to your point or get the fuck out.” His voice had risen. Cassie assumed he and his father had a fight which only added to his annoyed attitude. “Look this isn’t the easiest to fucking say, okay?!” She raised her voice to match his. Anger and hurt welling up in her chest. Max must’ve heard their yelling and slammed her door shut which on some level helped Cassie calm down. One less set of ears to share the news with right now. 

“I know we’ve been pretty careful about things but uhm… well it seems that we weren’t as careful as we thought. I’m pregnant Billy. I’m fucking pregnant and you’ve been ignoring me.” She finally let it out. Billy was the first and only person to know. Billy began to shake his head and pace his room. “I knew you were just like the rest. Just a stupid whore.” He muttered under his breath. Her heart fell to the floor. Sure she didn’t expect to be spun around in his arms and given a big kiss but to be called such harsh words as if this was her fault? 

“I don’t give a fuck, Princess. Tell whoever else you’ve fucked that it’s their problem because you’re not going to make it my problem.”  His teeth grit as he speaks. Tears formed in her eyes and her lip began to wobble. This caused Billy to laugh. “It isn’t a problem I made by myself. You know damn well that I’ve only been with you so there’s no need to try and deny that. Just because your father treats you like a piece of shit doesn’t-” Just like that she was on the ground on her ass. Cassie sat in shock on the floor for just a moment before the pain in her jaw really hit her. Her hands shook as she stood up on jelly like legs, one hand protecting her stomach. “Fuck you Billy.” She spat at him before she turned and began to walk out the house, Billy hot on her ass, wiping his face from her spit. 

“You’re a stuck up little bitch. You opened your legs and got knocked up and now I’m supposed to care?!” He yelled as he followed after her, grabbing her wrist harshly. “Get the fuck off me!” Cassie screamed, tugging her wrist back to her body as tears now spilled down her cheeks freely. “I’m not the dumbass who bought cheap condoms!” She replied, still tugging her wrist from his grip which only tightened causing her to whimper. “Don’t think you’re getting a fucking thing from me. You laid on your back and took what I gave you.” He sneered. 

By now Max slipped out of her room and outside unbeknownst to Cassie and Billy. Finally she freed her arm from his grip causing her to stumble back and hit her hip into the table that was in the hallway. She yelped and began to move back to the front door. Only to tumble to which Billy used to his advantage, he pinned her hips down as he straddled her and grabbed both wrists to slam her down into the floor causing her to curse out. Her head rang, she hadn’t ever seen Billy act this way with her before but he figured that he wasn’t really fighting her but the things that angered him. She squirmed underneath him and tried to get out his hold but instead he was steadily screaming in her face, her head throbbed so badly that she wasn’t even sure what he was saying but she could hear the high pitched scream. Both Billy and Cassie looked up, Max stood in the front doorway screaming at the sight only to be replaced by Steve. 

There must’ve been blood as Cassie could see red streaks but they surprisingly hadn’t come from her head. Dustin helped her up with a devastated look on his sweet features. How the hell could he and Steve have known about the fight that was happening inside the house but she figured it was all due to Max’s scream.  

Meanwhile Max had gone out her window as Cassie and Billy had their scream fest. Max hadn’t realized that no one except Cassie and Billy knew about the baby. But everyone sat with a shocked expression. Steve gripped the steering wheel and questioned Max about what was going on inside but Cassie’s scream sounded through the house causing Max to run back to the house and the others to follow along. Upon opening the door and seeing Cassie on her back pinned under a screaming angry Billy, Max let out her screech alarming the rest of the group. Steve, Dustin and Lucas jumped from the car. 

Soon Steve had Billy by the shoulder pulling him off of Cassie. It was the first time Dustin had ever seen Cassie so scared, he ran over to her and helped her up off the ground. She looked sleepy but sad in a way. It scared Dustin to see his sister like this. Usually she was so sweet and funny, she had only ever seen her sad when they were younger. 

Cassie sat up and wiped her lip, it was split and she hadn’t even realized that the slap from earlier had caused her lip to split open. Dustin tugged her toward the kitchen to grab a rag to clean the blood. The house was loud as Billy and Steve wrestled together, Max yelling at BIlly to stop it and leave her friends alone and Lucas trying to calm her down. Cassie sighed and wiped her lip clean and gave Dustin a hug, her other cheek rested against his head. 

“I’m so sorry to have to see this bullshit.” She mumbled against his curls. 

“Why didn’t you tell me first?” He asked quietly. His question confused her at first but then the realization hit her. 

“Because he deserved to know. Or at least I thought he did.” She replied, his arms tightened around her as they hugged. 

“Come on, we gotta get Steve out of here before he and Billy get too fucked up.” She kissed his forehead and led him back out to where the guys were fighting. 

“Let's go Steve. It’s not even worth it. I just want to go home.” Steve shoved Billy away and threatened him which caused the other man to laugh. Max was in tears as Lucas ushered her out the door to which Cassie did the same with Dustin. 

Now stood Steve, Billy and Cassie. She sighed, “I’m sorry I ever met you and I’m glad our child never will.” Her lip quivered but she turned and walked out the door, Steve trailing behind her after a few moments. 

His hand on her back caused her to jump. “Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you. Are you okay? Is the- is everything okay?” He asked shyly. Great so everyone knew, Max must’ve heard their fight. 

“I’ll be fine. Thank you for stepping in, if you hadn’t then who knows what could’ve happened. But I’ll probably make up some lies and go to the doctors just to make sure.” She shrugged and gently tapped her lip to check and make sure the blood stopped. 

“You know, if you ever need anything, I’ll be there to help you. It’s the least I can do.” He gave her a small smile to which she returned. 

“Thanks Steve, I’m sure I’ll need all the help I can get.” He pulled her into a careful hug. A much needed hug. 

Eventually Steve took Cassie and Dustin home, but when Cassie climbed out the car Max followed. Lucas shrugged at Steve but he waited for the redhead. 

“Hey Cassie… I know you’re never going to go around Billy anymore and I’m not really related to you like Dustin is but..” The young girl trailed off. 

Cassie smiled and nodded. “You’re gonna be the best aunt ever, Max.” Cassie finished the girl's sentence which caused her to smile. She gave Cassie a quick hug and ran back to the car and got back in with Lucas before they drove off. Cassie went inside and cleaned up, making lunch for herself and for Dustin. Afterwards the siblings sat and talked and even watched a bit of television to try and make the day feel any bit normal. 

A few weeks later Cassie went to the doctors, thankful her tussle with Billy hadn’t affected anything seriously. She would have a little scar on her lip but she didn’t care much about that. She was just glad to hear that her little boy was doing just fine. Even after getting bumped and shook around she was beyond relieved to hear everything was doing good. Even if she was doing it on her own. But she wasn’t really alone was she? No. She had a family that she was lucky enough to have as her support. 

[buckysgrace]

Twinkling Lights

12 Days of Christmas

1992

Billy

Christmas lights were twinkling in the room, bouncing off the walls as music from the radio rang through the living room. He had picked up countless ornaments as the cats seemed to enjoy knocking them off, like they were trying to give Cherry something new to chew on. 

“Let me see that,” He said gently as he pried it from her hands, wondering where she got her strong grip from, “That’s yucky.” He said as he wrinkled his nose, wiping the ornament clean before he hung it back up.

She giggled loudly, wiggling her feet as her blue eyes remained locked on the Christmas tree. She liked everything about it. She hummed to the music, swayed back and forth to the beat, stared at the twinkling lights and tried her damndest to crawl up the tree like the cats. 

“Mhm,” He responded as he picked her up from the floor, pulling her shirt down over her tummy that was sticking out, “I’m glad you think it’s funny.” He told her gently, giving her a little bounce in his arms. 

It still didn’t feel real to him that he had a daughter. A child. A piece of him and Kim. It was odd to think about, even weirder that it was true. He had never felt so protective over someone before, in a completely different manner than he felt with Kim. 

“Do you want to go see what your mommy is doing?” He asked, gaining a little squeak in response. She was a bit of a talker at this age, constantly gurgling and doing her best to repeat words back. She was learning. 

He carried her down the hallway, carefully moving out of the way as Pearl danced between his legs. He sighed as he took a quick pit stop, filling up their food bowl before he headed back to the room. 

She sat on the floor, surrounded by pictures and various different cardboard colors. She was slouched over, her legs crossed as she examined the items in front of her once again. 

“How does this one look?” Kim asked, her hair pulled out of her face as she held another picture up, “Or this one?” She asked as she held both pictures up. They were both from a few weeks ago when they had taken Cherry to meet Santa. She had done good, really well. She was all gummy smiles and excited eyes. 

“What is it for?” He asked as he touched both of the pictures, smiling at the memory. He glanced towards Cherry in his arms, wondering how she already looked bigger than the pictures. He didn’t want her to get any bigger. He wanted her to be his baby forever. 

“I’m finishing the photo album for my mom,” She replied, pressing her lips together as she looked down at it thoughtfully, “I like them all so much.” She replied brightly, looking happy as she flipped through the pages for him. 

“Put them all in there.” He replied with a little shrug, feeling like Susan wouldn’t mind. He supposed it could be a nice gesture from them. 

“I won’t have enough room.” She pouted her lips out as she looked at the pages again, trying to squeeze both of the pictures onto the page. He shifted Cherry in his arms, taking a seat on the floor next to Kim. 

“How many pictures are you putting in there?” He asked curiously, sure that the book was so full and thick that it would burst. Cherry wiggled in his arms, sticking her feet out as she looked around curiously. 

“She’s so damn cute,” She replied with a laugh, “It was hard to pick a select few. I like all of them.” She shrugged her shoulders as she held out a few more pictures, making him chuckle softly. He guessed that she had a point. 

“Hear that?” He asked as he bounced Cherry, earning a little giggle from her, “She says you’re cute. Can you believe that?” He grinned as he dropped his face down, brushing his nose against hers softly. 

“Da-da!” She squeaked as she brushed her chubby hands across his cheeks. He grinned, pulling away as she began to gnaw on his cheek. 

“Rude of her,” Kim hummed as she turned away, “You think you know someone.” She replied teasingly, biting back her own smile. Cherry turned her attention towards her, tilting her head in confusion. 

“She’ll say your name before you know it.” He teased, pulling Cherry back before she could stick one of the photos into her mouth. He gently took it from her fingers, earning a grunt of protest from her. 

“Is she hungry?” Kim asked as she turned her attention towards them, giving her feet a little squeeze, “I figured you’d wake her up.”

“I didn’t wake her up,” He scoffed, “She just happened to be waking up when I walked by.” He defended himself as he brushed his fingers through her red curls. She glanced up at him, blue eyes shining in amusement. 

“Mhm,” She grinned, “You hungry?” She asked as she leaned over, giving his lips a brief kiss, “I think we can make sandwiches or a frozen pizza.” She stated, her eyebrows wrinkling together as she thought about it. He grinned. 

“I’ll take the sandwich.” He told her seriously, nodding his head as he thought about it. Frozen pizzas only sounded good once in a while. Not today. He was content with stuffing his face tonight. 

“Figures,” She giggled as she placed another kiss to the corner of his mouth, “I’ll put this away later.” She reassured him, gesturing towards her mess on the floor. 

“Oh, I’m sure.” He teased her, sure that she would. But he still liked to pick on her and her messes that she left behind. She had become a lot neater recently, in all fairness. He watched as she stood, holding onto Cherry gently before she reached for Kim. 

“I will,” She grinned as she picked Cherry up, accepting the way she buried her face into her chest, “But I want a sandwich. Food is important.” She giggled as she kissed across Cherry’s cheeks, earning a little giggle from her. 

“Mhm,” He nodded along, pushing himself up off of the floor, “Very important. What kind of sandwich do you want?” He asked her, placing a hand on her lower waist as they walked out towards the kitchen. 

“Just turkey and cheese,” She replied as she nodded her head, “Maybe I’ll venture out and try some mayo on it.”

“Hilarious.” 

-

They went to their parents for dinner that night, saving themselves from hosting and cooking in their own home. Plus, Rosemary liked to do all of that anyways. They’d have enough to do when they got back and had to wrap all of the presents tonight. 

“She’s so cute in her little dress,” Rosemary cooed as she held Cherry up proudly, grinning from ear to ear, “She looks like a little elf.” She teased as she fussed with her dress again, earning a little squeal from her.

“Isn’t it cute?” Kim asked, grinning as she tried to fix her hat on Cherry’s head again, “She should be out making Christmas presents.” She teased, giving her little curls a twist with her fingers. 

“Child labor,” Sam nodded his head along, “It’s good to start them early.” He grinned from ear to ear, accepting the way that she held her fist out and squeezed his finger. Billy was glad they weren’t the only ones smitten with her. 

“She’s too cute to do that,” He hummed as he dipped down, giving her forehead a little kiss, “Look at her tiny hands. She’d get hurt.” He chuckled softly, knowing he couldn’t handle it if anything bad happened to his little girl. He couldn’t live with himself. 

Sam and Rosemary gifted her various clothes and toys. They also gifted him a new pair of shoes, socks and a knife set that he had been wanting. Kim got a handful of new clothes, some new makeup and a new bracelet. She seemed happy with it and so was he. Even though he was more interested in crawling around with Cherry on the floor. She was more interesting than the presents anyway. 

Which was where he ended up when they arrived back home, sprawled on the floor while Cherry continually brought him toys back and forth. Occasionally she’d stall and try and go after the cats, but they were much too quick for her to grab. 

“Billy,” Kim hummed softly, squeezing his bicep to get his attention, “Do you realize this is our first Christmas in our home? Like, just us.” She asked as she leaned over him, resting her chin on his arm. 

“I did,” He nodded in agreement, “It feels weird, doesn’t it?” He questioned her, furrowing his eyebrows together as he thought about it. One day when Cherry was old enough they’d have to do everything here. It was odd. 

“But nice,” She said gently a second later, “She’s such a good baby.” She smiled as she held her hand out, accepting the little rattle that Cherry tossed to her. 

“She gets that from you.” He told her honestly, figuring that he would give them a brattier child. But she was sweet, soft. He liked that a lot. 

“I will accept that,” She replied with a little grin, “She’s easily amused.” She mused as she leaned against him, resting her head on his shoulder as Cherry continued to stare at the Christmas lights. 

“Should we make her stop?” He asked a second later, leaning forward to pick her up. Cherry squeaked in protest, bringing her fingers up to her mouth, “I mean, is it bad for her eyes?” He wondered out loud, slightly fearing that they might be hurting her eyesight. 

“Maybe,” Kim nodded along, “At least it’s not the sun.” She smiled as she leaned over, giving Cherry a little kiss on top of her head. She giggled in response, grinning brightly and showing off the single tooth in her mouth. 

“Someone should be getting sleepy.” He replied gently, brushing his hands across her tummy and earning a loud squeal. She was getting ticklish. 

“She’s hyper,” She hummed, “She got to go to nana and papa’s and play, didn’t you?” Kim asked, earning a little nod from the baby. 

“Mhm.”

“What if we rock in the chair?” He asked as he lifted her into his arms, “And mama can read to us?” He asked, enjoying the delight that spread across her features.

“Oh I get to read?” She teased him, “And you get to snuggle the baby. Totally fair.” She pressed her lips together in a teasing manner. He thought it was only fair, she got to see Cherry more often throughout the week than he did. 

“You should’ve had twins,” He joked right back with her, “That would’ve been a lot easier.” He added, watching the way her hazel eyes widened in disbelief. It wasn’t the first time he had suggested that and it certainly wouldn’t be the last. He was sure that they could handle two. 

“You’re funny,” She mused as she crawled onto the couch with them, linking their ankles together, “What would we have named them?” She asked seriously as she pulled the picture book open, looking away thoughtfully.

“Your mind was on fruits,” He teased softly, “Maybe grape. Or lemon.” He added as he nudged her shoulder, letting Cherry curl into his arms.

“You’re asking for it,” She laughed as she flicked her eyes down to the first word, “And Cherry was all your fault.” She reminded him, making him roll his eyes playfully. She wasn’t ever going to let him live down the little nickname. Even though it had worked out pretty well. 

-

He woke up before both of them, taking the time to savor a quick smoke break with his morning coffee before he ensured all of the presents were accounted for. Kim stumbled awake not much longer, groggily doing her hair and brushing her teeth before she collapsed next to him on the couch. 

She curled up to his side, mumbling something about The Grinch before she was out again, slumbering softly for another thirty minutes while he busied himself with the newspaper. There wasn’t much interesting written in it, but he enjoyed the feeling of her snuggling up to him. 

Cherry was still asleep by the time Kim woke up, but their patience had worn thin. He worked on getting her bottle ready while she got Cherry ready for their gift opening. Even though she looked more grumpy than happy. She liked her sleep. 

“Oh look,” Kim grinned as she held Cherry up, showing off the tree that was filled with presents underneath, “Santa came!” She shouted happily, giving her a little bounce as Cherry grumbled in response. 

“She looks sleepy.” He chuckled as he moved Cherry’s hair off of her forehead, earning a huff from her. She was cranky, not interested in her bottle or her pacifier. She clearly wanted to go back to sleep. 

“She’s slept all morning,” She pouted her lips out, “Should we wait?” She asked, looking unsure as he glanced back towards the tree. There were a few presents he really wanted her to open. And Cherry was still a baby. She wouldn’t remember. 

“No,” He responded, easily able to tell that she looked excited to get started, “She’ll probably wake up once we get started.” He reasoned, setting his coffee cup down before he moved to grab his video recorder. 

“What are you doing?” She asked him curiously as she sat down, letting Cherry sink down to where she had her legs crossed. The back of her head hit Kim’s knee as she sighed deeply, looking like she was seconds from falling asleep. 

“Recording it,” He replied with a shrug of his shoulders, “I want to look back at it one day.” He told her truthfully. Maybe Neil’s situation had left him a little more worried than what he was letting on, but he truly liked to look back at these memories. 

“I think that’s a good idea,” She hummed, “We can show our parents too.” She nodded her head, trying to set Cherry up again. Only for her to slink back into the same position. 

“They’ll like that,” He agreed as he walked around, picking out the presents he had stacked up for her, “Here’s yours.” He told her, furrowing his eyebrows together as she leaned in close. 

“Can I open these in front of the camera?” She whispered softly, hazel eyes filled with worry as she watched him. He pressed his lips together, fighting the urge to grab her face and kiss her how he wanted. 

“Yeah,” He responded with a laugh, “Everything is appropriate. Or I guess you’ll find out.” He added slyly a second later, letting his lips curl into a little smirk. She pressed her fingertips against his shoulders, giving him a little push. 

“That’s terrible,” She said with a shake of her head, “Go get your stack.” She demanded, making him grin as he did what she said. He moved in close, not wanting to miss out on Cherry’s reactions.

“You go first.” He told her, watching the way she held a present up thoughtfully.

“Let’s do it together,” She said instead, making him nod his head in agreement, “I want to watch you too.” She grinned, making him nod as they began to work on their presents. 

Cherry gasped, blue eyes twinkling at the first pull of the wrapping paper. She stared in interest at the way it glimmered and glowed. He chuckled at the little squeal that left her lips. At least she was easily amused. 

“I think she likes the paper,” Kim giggled as she waved it in front of her face, her eyes following with each motion, “She’s so cute.”  She cooed softly, expression softening as she watched her. 

“We didn’t even need presents.” He teased with another smile, leaning forward to wipe away the drool from the corners of Cherry’s lips. She babbled in response, more awake than what she had been. 

“She’ll be more into it by next year,” Kim said softly, “This was still fun.” She added, making him agree with her entirely. He couldn’t wait for the next one. 

[sadhours]

stuck in the middle with you - prologue

billy hargrove x mayfield!oc

series master-list • read on ao3

contents: 18+ minors dni, stepcest, psuedocest, forbidden love trope, slow burn ish, mutual pining

summary: the newly mixed hargrove-mayfield household is awkward and a little tumultuous. eldest teens billy and pamela struggle to find a good balance between them. billy was under the impression that susan and neil wouldn’t last long, but once the pair tie the knot, billy has to nip his attraction to pamela in the bud. that proves to be difficult.

It’s a sunny day in San Diego and Billy’s feeling good. Forgoes the numerous cassettes in his car for the radio, thumbs through the channels until he hears Bill Wither’s Lovely Day billowing through the Camaro’s speakers. He’s on his way to work. The grocery store is ten minutes from the Hargrove residence. He got an early start, got to hit some waves and did some shit he’s pretty proud of. His fingers twirl the volume dial up. He hits a red light and fumbles with his pack of Red’s, plucks one out and brings it to his lips. Lights it with a flick of his Zippo and turns his head to catch a red convertible, full of bleach blonde honey’s in swimsuits. They giggle and wave, squealing as Billy revvs his engine. Chuck Taylor on the brake pedal and the other on the accelerator, waves his fingers at the blondes and as the light turns green, he punches it. Life is good.

He clicks the turn signal, switching lanes before he turns into the grocery parking lot. Parks as far as he can from the entrance and uses up the rest of the free time he has, blasting his radio and finishing up his cigarette. There’s a view of the ocean from here, no doubt where the girls in the convertible were headed. Same beach he spent the morning.

Once Billy’s finished his smoke, he takes the walk from the edge of the parking lot to the Albertson’s entrance. Waves to Mrs. Jones, as she's walking out, makes a cheeky comment about how he’s bummed to have missed her and doesn’t miss the way she blushes. He’s the favorite bagboy around here. If not for his looks, then for his skill and diligence. But if Billy can find a way to compete, he’ll take it. If there was a competitive sport for bagging groceries, he’d surely have the first place trophy.

He makes it to the lockers, circles the dial for his lock and pops it open. Retrieves his apron and slides it on, ties it around his waist and reaches for his name tag next, slides the sharp point of the safety pin into his white button up and closes it up. Pops a piece of gum between his teeth before closing up his locker, nods to a coworker as he grabs his time card and slips it into the time clock. Two minutes early.

“How ya doing, Billy?” his coworker greets before grabbing his own time card and clocks out for break.

“Living the dream,” Billy chides, easy and all smiles.

He checks the clipboard to see where he’s stationed first and then makes his way to the check stands. Salutes the cashier as he takes his post at the bagging area. First customer of the day is an absolute babe. Soft, styled blonde hair and blue eyes. Wears a sundress and clings onto the strap of her purse with manicured nails. Red. Billy’s favorite color. He winks at her as he says hello as he smacks his gum.

“Hi,” she replies, cheeks pink and it might be powder blush but Billy would like to think it’s from him.

“How’s your day going?” he inquires, reaching for the groceries rotating his way. Even with the distraction of the gorgeous blonde, he bags with precision. Canned corn with canned soup, double bagged and placed in the cart.

The blonde purses her lips, glances behind her and then turns to Billy, “It’s fine. How’s yours?”

“Can’t complain, got to catch some killer waves before work,” he replies easily and then a familiar face appears behind the blonde. Makes Billy’s face fall.

Susan. His dad’s new girlfriend. She looks at him surprised and then smiles, “Billy! I forgot you work here.”

“Uh, yeah,” he chuckles, shaking his head ‘cause he doesn’t buy it. He heard she lives on the opposite side of town. No reason to do grocery shopping here. “Hey, Susan.”

“So, you’ve met my daughter,” Susan smiles, motioning to the blonde. Fuck. He was flirting with his dad’s girlfriend’s daughter. Gross. Why would Neil date someone with such a hot daughter? That’s like, totally unfair.

“Not officially. I’m Billy,” he offers.

“Pamela,” the girl replies curtly, glancing down at her feet as another, younger girl bounces up beside them. This one looks a lot more like Susan.

“And this is my youngest, Maxine,” Susan introduces the middle schooler.

The younger redhead scowls, turns her nose up at her mother and then looks to Billy, “It’s Max.”

“Nice to meet you both,” Billy plasters on the fakest smile. The few times he’s met Susan, he hasn’t liked her. Doesn’t buy the facade she puts on.

“You, too,” Pamela mumbles and Max looks disinterested.

Billy doesn’t miss a beat bagging their groceries, but he does notice that when he grabs the box of tampons, Pamela’s eyes widen and her face gets redder. It makes him smirk, but he feels like he really shouldn’t be finding his dad’s girlfriend’s daughter so hot.

“Well, we’re heading to your house. You were supposed to meet my girls at dinner but it looks like we got a jump on that,” Susan says, voice all cheery.

“Yep,” Billy smiles again, still forced. This kind of put a real damper on his mood. Seeing Susan does that but knowing her daughter is such a smoke show and so off limits really drives it home.

He doesn’t say much else, keeps bagging the dinner he’s doomed to eat. It’s unlike Billy and the cashier notices and gives him a look. He’s typically a chatterbox. Charming his way through the whole process. Susan pays, and Billy notices she used food stamps. He doesn’t express any judgment but his dad talks real negatively about single mothers who take advantage of the government. Billy has to wonder if he knows he’s sleeping with one.

“We’ll see you at dinner, Billy,” Susan grins, behind Pamela who pushes the cart.

He meets her eyes, tries to read them as he says bye. She averts hers and Billy has to wonder if she’s just as attracted to him.

—

He’s been dreading the dinner his whole shift. Even considers skipping it all together. Sits in the Camaro for a good twenty minutes before he even starts it up. He’s pretty sure there’s a bonfire at the beach but Neil would kill him. And also, there’s a big part of him that wants to see Pamela again. Even if she’s off limits, he can still look, can’t he?

The drive home is too quick and Susan’s dumb station wagon is in his place in the driveway. He sits outside and has a cigarette, listening to the radio as he just watches the door. Half expects Neil to come out and yell at him, or worse, Susan. It doesn’t happen. Of course his dads gonna put on a front for these women. Which buys him something. But the second they leave, that’s another story. And Billy’s gone a month without a black eye, he’d really like to keep that going so he turns off the Camaro. Tosses his cigarette and trudges his way up to the house. Upon entering, Max is sat on the couch, looking bored to hell while Neil’s nursing a beer, sat on his recliner as the news bubbles out from the TV.

“Billy. How was work?” Neil asks, absentmindedly. He’s not really paying attention, doesn’t really care. His eyes focused on President Reagan, talking some bullshit on the TV.

“Fine,” he mumbles, closing the door behind him as he reaches down to untie his Converse. Looks at the three pair of shoes discarded by the front door. He slips his off and holds them between his fingers as he trails down the hallway to his bedroom. Tosses them to the floor and closes his door. Leans against the cheap particle board and heaves a sigh. He can’t be in here too long. Neil’ll come looking for him. Tell him he has to mingle.

So he takes the short time he has to change his clothes. Just slips out of his button up and pulls on an old t-shirt. And yeah. He walks over to his mirror, checks how his hair is looking. Sure as hell can’t flirt with the pretty blonde in his house, but who says he can’t look good for her anyways. A spray of Aquanet can’t hurt and shit, he smells like work so a few sprays of his cologne ain’t gonna kill anyone.

Looking in the mirror, he catches his cat on his bed. Locked in here because Susan insists she’s allergic. He doesn’t believe her because Gloria’s fur is all over this house and Susan never has a reaction. He collapses on his bed and Gloria stands up, stretches all exaggerated and struts her way over to Billy. Cozies up on his lap and nudges her head against his hand. He gets the idea and scratches at the gray fur behind her ears, pouts as he looks at her.

“Wish I could be locked in here with ya,” he mumbles out. Gloria purrs, eyes closing as she nuzzles against his chest.

Then there’s a knock on his door and he huffs, closes his eyes and takes a deep breath before he calls out, “Yeah?”

The door opens slowly, his eyes catch her feet first. Simple black kitten heels, tights adorning long legs up to her flowy black skirt and baby pink blouse with a frilly collar. Yeah, this night is gonna suck. Pamela’s hair is tied back in a haphazard bun and he wonders if she’s been in the kitchen, helping Susan.

“Salad is re— you have a cat?!” her plush lips pulling up into an excited smile as she moves in closer.

“Yeah, shut the door,” Billy tells her, “Your mom’s allergic.”

Pamela closes the door and steps closer to the bed, “So she says. We had cats when I was a kid, though. What’s its name?”

She reaches her manicured fingers out for Gloria to sniff. Gloria does, looks up at the girl curiously and then nudges her head against Pamela’s knuckles. She scratches the cat's head, smiling all fondly at her.

“Gloria, or Glo for short,” Billy says.

“Such a pretty girl,” Pamela praises with a pout, voice all babied.

Billy smiles, watching the interaction and ignoring how close Pamela is to him. But he can smell her perfume, citrusy and floral. His instinct to flirt is weighing heavy on him and it’s kind of painful not to. Off limits, he tells himself and clears his throat, “So uh, dinner’s ready?”

Pamela nods, hair bouncing with the movement as she keeps scratching at the cat's neck. “Well, salad is. Meatloafs almost done.”

“Meatloaf, eh? Sounds tasty,” he tries to sound like he means it but Pamela catches it.

She laughs, breezy and a sound Billy wants to hear over and over. “Don’t worry, I did all the heavy lifting. But don’t tell your dad that.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” he grins, sitting up and picking up Gloria. Pamela turns towards the door and Billy can’t stop his dumb mouth, “You’re really pretty, by the way.”

“Oh,” she turns slightly and her cheeks are redder. “Thanks.” Pamela exits his bedroom and leaves Billy feeling like a creep. The hell is wrong with him? Why the fuck did he say that?

He puts the cat down and walks out behind Pamela, but he doesn’t follow her out into the kitchen yet. Detours to the bathroom so he can splash his face and get a grip. Off limits, he repeats. Fixes his hair some more and decides he’s not gonna talk to Pamela if he can help it.

She’s already sat at the table by the time he gets there and wouldn’t you know it, the only empty spot is right across from her. Awesome. They’ve pulled up an old wooden chair for Max, next to Pamela. Neil and Susan sit at the other ends. There’s a salad plated for him. He sits down and gulps some of the water placed for him while he waits for his dad to start grace, but he doesn’t. And all the girls are already eating. Neil gives him a look, then looks up at the ceiling so Billy does the same. Tells God thanks in his head and starts in on his salad.

Susan talks a lot so it’s easy for Billy to zone out on his food and not look up at the pretty girl across from him. But apparently, this dinner is supposed to be about the teens getting to know each other. Susan says, in her shrill voice, “Billy! You and Pamela are in the same grade. Isn’t that neat?”

“Yeah,” Billy offers a soft grin, doesn’t quite reach his eyes.

“Max is about to start the eighth grade,” Susan continues and Billy just nods, pretends he’s listening as she keeps rambling. Then she says, “Max skateboards, your dad says you surf, that’s pretty much the same thing, right?”

He scoffs, a smile that’s not at all joyful plays at his lips as he looks at Susan, “I mean, no. Not really, at all.”

Neil shoots him daggers, he can’t see them but he can feel his dads eyes hardened on the side of his face so he offers, quickly, “But I skate, too. Not that often but I’ve got a board. I like surfing more, been doing it longer.”

“I only started this year,” Max mumbles, luckily getting the attention away from Billy.

“That’s cool,” Billy tries, mostly for the sake of his dad. Neil hasn’t dated seriously enough to introduce his girlfriend’s kids before. And really, Susan’s made an effort to get to know Billy, though fruitless. But perhaps he can play nice for the time being. And when Neil and Susan inevitably fizzle out, he can make his move on the daughter. That’s his plan, at least.

[psychic-refugee]

Chapter 3

Hermione had her life planned out. She was interning under the Head of the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures and working on her magical law degree and mastery in charms. She wanted to fight for the right of sentient magical creatures and someday become Minster of Magic.

Kyra Arceneaux was an apprentice working on her own masteries. Her path crossed with Hermione’s and both found themselves victims of a magical mishap that sent them to a hellish dimension filled with monsters and thrown back in time where they struggle to find their way back home.

[billys-pretty-babe]

But Daddy I Love Him

Chapter 2

Pairing : Billy Hargrove x Daniella Hopper (Billy Hargrove x Fem!OC)

Warnings : Swearing, child abuse, mention of alcohol

Word count : 2739

           Jim looked at Daniella after he got off of the phone. “Can you go pick up El from Max’s house?” She nodded, getting out of her dad’s recliner. It had been weeks since she arrived in Hawkins and she was well aware of where the Hargrove house was. She got into her car, checking her hair before beginning the drive to the residential neighborhood.

            She arrived at the familiar house and saw a truck in the driveway as well as the familiar blue car. She got out of her car, having parked on the curb in front of the house. She walked up the driveway and knocked on the front door. She heard some yelling coming from inside of the house, it sounded like two guys arguing over something. From where she was standing, she saw a glimpse of blonde hair, knowing it was Billy’s from the few times she saw him when she’d pick up El.

            The front door opened, a frazzled Billy behind El. His cheek was red and there was a bruise near his eye. El quickly walked out of the house and before she could say anything, the door was shut and locked. El looked up at Daniella, “His dad’s mean to him.” Daniella nodded and walked back to her car with El and sat in the car for a moment, trying to see what the shadows behind the curtains were doing as she saw a hand strike one silhouette, not sure if it was Billy, but she had a good guess that it was him.

            “What are they arguing about?” El shrugged and Daniella began driving back to the house. She walked into the house and located her dad, “Dad.” Jim hummed as he filled out paperwork at the small coffee table. “What’s considered child abuse?” He raised a brow, “What?” Daniella sighed, “When I went to pick up El, Max’s brother has a bruise near his eye and it looked like his dad hit him or something when I got back into the car.” Jim waved her off, “I doubt that’s what happened. Billy’s troubled, I pull him over weekly due to speeding and other stuff. His dad probably found out about the unpaid tickets and got mad over them. I doubt it’s child abuse.”

            Daniella had a feeling it was something deeper, but she nodded. She walked into El’s room, listening to her talk on the phone. “Who are you talking to?” El looked at her and covered the receiver, “Max.” Daniella nodded and stayed for the conversation. El would hum and nod, trying to comfort Max about what was happening at her house. “Dani can come pick you up.” Daniella raised a brow and El looked at her and giggled, “Please.” Daniella sighed and nodded and waited for Max to confirm that she wanted her to go get her.

            Daniella grabbed her keys once more before leaving back into residential Hawkins. She parked in front of the house, noticing the truck was gone and the blue car was still there. She walked to the front door and knocked and waited. The door opened, Max’s brother answering the front door as he held a bag of frozen carrots to his eye. “I thought you already got your sister.”

            Daniella nodded, “I’m picking up, Max.” He shook his head, “She’s fine here.” Daniella raised a brow, “She called my sister and said she wanted to spend the night.” The guy shook his head, “She’s not allowed to leave, she’s grounded.” Something didn’t feel right to Daniella. “What’s your name?” The guy looked at her, “Billy.” She nodded, “I’m Daniella.” Billy nodded, “I know, shit bird talks about how cool you are and shit.”

            Max walked around in the back and she saw Daniella and waved. “Wanna come in?” Billy went to protest before Max pulled the door open completely and pulled Daniella inside of the house. It was wrecked, plates on the floor and the dining table looked like it was placed in the middle of a warzone. “We can hang out here, my mom and stepdad are staying in a hotel for the weekend.” Daniella nodded and followed Max to her room. “I’ll be right back, I promise.”

            Max nodded and Daniella walked to where Billy was as he picked up the large plate chunks and she began helping him. He looked at her, “You don’t have to do that.” She waved him off, “You obviously can’t see too well, just let me help.” He sighed and nodded. She helped him pick up the broken plates and she fixed the dining table. “Does he do that a lot?” Billy perked up, “I don’t know what you thought you saw, but it’s not what it looked like.”

            She was confused, she knows what she saw. She assumed it was something he didn’t want to talk about so she dropped it. It didn’t take long for the dining room to look pristine once again and Billy sighed, taking the bag off of his eye. It was heavily bruised and the side of his nose was swollen. She took a good look at him, he was breathtaking, even like this. She felt her heart stop a beat as she looked at him. He was broken but he was beautiful. “I’ve never seen you before.” She looked at him in his eyes, instead of her eyes wandering his features, “I’m only here for the summer.” Billy nodded.

            “How old are you?” “Eighteen.” Billy nodded and put the frozen carrots in the freezer to refreeze. “Do you know anyone here?” She shook her head and he hummed, “Well now you do, welcome to Hawkins, or welcome back. I don’t know your life story.” He walked away and walked into a bedroom and locked the door behind him. She walked into Max’s room, Max had her makeup on the floor. “You can leave the door open, that douche will open it anyway.”

            Daniella nodded, “He doesn’t seem too bad.” Max raised a brow, “You talked to him?” Daniella nodded as she sat on the floor with Max. She had been teaching her basic makeup and how to do her hair. “How’re things with Lucas?” Max sighed and began venting about her middle school relationship that was failing. “And then El broke up with Mike, it’s just a lot,” Max said as she practiced curling her lashes. “What’s your boyfriend like?” Daniella sighed, she hadn’t really heard from him since she got to Hawkins.

            “He’s a football player, I met him my Freshman year.” Max hummed before she looked at Daniella, “What grade was he in?” Daniella glanced at her, “He was a junior, a little old for me, but I was going through stuff.” Max nodded and fixed her lashes before putting on the clear mascara. “Is he nice?” Daniella nodded, “He is, he’s not big with emotions or anything like that, but you can tell he cares.” Max nodded again.

            “Has your dad met him?” Daniella shook her head, “No, I don’t think he will either. I’m only here for a few months before I go back to Indianapolis for college.” Max nodded; eye wide as she attempted to the clear clumps out of her lashes. “You should take Billy back with you, maybe we’ll have less tension with him gone.” Daniella glanced at the younger girl, “You don’t mean that, do you?” Max shrugged, “Ever since my mom started dating his dad, he’s been such a dick to everyone. Like he was always a dick when I met him but now, he’s mean. He never hurts me or anything like that, he’s just an asshole. I wish he was gone.”

            Daniella felt like she was lost for words, she didn’t know much about the blended family, but she felt like she understood where Billy was coming from. Her own stepfather had brought three kids into his marriage with Daniella’s mom and she had a hard time adjusting to having a ton of siblings. “Maybe he just needs someone to understand him.” Max snorted, “There’s no understanding him. I would say he needs to get laid but he does that a lot, he just needs a girlfriend probably.” Max looked at Daniella and Daniella raised a brow, “Why’d you look at me when you said that?” Max shrugged, “I could see you two being together.” Daniella scoffed, “I have a boyfriend, I already told you that.”

            Max hummed, “Do you love him?” Daniella stopped, she had been dating Alex on and off for four years. “Exactly.” Daniella raised a brow, “I didn’t even say anything.” Max shrugged, “Didn’t have to, I can tell.” “You’re fourteen, Miss Love Expert.” She laughed, shaking her head. “You hesitated, if you genuinely loved him you wouldn’t hesitate.”

            There was a knock on her bedroom door and she looked over and groaned, “What?” Daniella looked back, seeing Billy in a pair of shorts, his skin wet from what she assumed was a quick shower. “Do you want takeout?” He scratched the back of his neck and she took him in, her eyes scanning him as Max responded and Billy looked at Daniella. “Do you want anything?” She shook her head, “It’s okay, I should probably leave soon.” Max frowned, “Oh come on, you can stay. I doubt your dad would care.” Daniella shrugged, “I don’t know, I’d have to call him.” Max nodded and shoved her landline in Daniella’s hands. “Call him.”

            Daniella sighed, “I don’t have clothes even if he says yes.” Max waved her off, I can find you something, just call him.” Daniella nodded at the pushy teenager before she called her dad, getting permission to stay the night. Max had been like another sister to her. She put her blue phone back on the table beside her bed and sat back on the floor beside Daniella. “Now, tell Billy what you want to eat.” Daniella looked at Billy, “I’m fine, really. I had dinner before I came here.” He nodded and Max huffed and Daniella watched Billy walk away.

           He was attractive, she would never deny that. “You should call your boyfriend.” Daniella looks at Max and shrugged, “Okay.” Max handed her landline back to Daniella and she dialed his number and listened to it ring twice before he picked up, his words slurred a little like he had been drinking. “Hello?” She smiled, “Hi Alex.” “Hi baby,” he said loudly through the receiver. Max leaned in close to listen to the conversation. “How’s home,” he asked, hiccupping softly. “It’s good, I’ve been spending a lot of time with my dad and my sister.” “No guys I hope.” Daniella laughed, “No guys, I promise.” Alex hummed, “Alright baby, well I’m drunk and I need to sleep. I love you.” Daniella nodded, “Love you too Alex.” The line went dead and she put the phone back.

           “No ‘I love you’, just love you like you say to friends?” Daniella looked at Max, brow raised, “Once again, you’re fourteen.” Max shrugged, “Just saying, I’m gonna find you clothes for the night.” Daniella nodded and Max left the room, leaving Daniella in her thoughts. She and Alex had a lot of ups and downs and there were trust issues caused by him which caused break ups a lot. Max walked back into the bedroom with shorts and shirt. “Here,” she tossed them to Daniella and she saw the Sharpie on the grey shirt.

B. Hargrove

Hawkins P.E. ‘84

           Daniella raised a brow and Max shrugged, “My clothes won’t fit you and I doubt you want to wear my mom’s, so I took Billy’s old clothes.” Daniella nodded and changed in the bathroom. The shorts were big on her in the waist but hugged her thighs. The shirt was also big on her and had a masculine smell mixed with smoke. She walked back into the room where Max had changed into her own pajamas. It wasn’t long before Billy stopped by Max’s room, leaning against the doorframe, “Food’s here.” Max nodded and stood up, groaning as she popped. Billy walked away, his eyes lingering on Daniella in his clothes. Daniella followed Max to the living room where a beer was cracked open and a few food containers were on the table as a sports game was playing.

           “Your food is in the bag, shit bird.” Max flipped him off at the name and he did the same back to her as he sat on the couch and Max grabbed her food and took off back to her bedroom with Daniella in tow. It felt like hours, but in reality, it was barely under an hour until Max had fallen asleep on the floor, her food containers around her. Daniella collected the trash and stood up before leaving the room as she went to the living room, Billy still on the couch as a movie played. “Hey Billy.” He jumped, not expecting her voice. “You scared the fuck out of me.” Daniella softly laughed, apologizing. “Where do I throw the trash away at?” He pointed to the brown bag on the floor. She nodded and threw away the white containers.

           “She fell asleep on the floor, by the way.” Billy groaned, “She does this shit all the time.” He got up, stretching before scratching his stomach. He walked to her bedroom and lifted her with ease before he placed her in the bed. He turned off her lamp before shutting her door. “You can stay the night, it’s late and I doubt you want to drive backroads right now. You can take my bed; I usually sleep out here anyway.” Daniella shook her head, “It’s your bed, I don’t want to take it.” He waved her off, “It’s fine, really,” he said as he sat back down on the couch.

           “There’s no tv in there, but you can stay out here. I don’t bite, contrary to popular belief.” She laughed and sat down on the couch, curling up with her legs under her. “What’re you watching?” He shrugged, “Channel surfing.” She nodded. “Where are you from?” She looked at him, “Hawkins, I moved to Indianapolis eight years ago.” Billy nodded, “Why?” She hummed, not wanting to get into Sara’s death. “My parents got divorced and my mom got full custody.” Billy nodded. “Where are you from?” Billy smiled, “California.” Daniella’s eyes lit up, “I’ve never been there before. What’s it like?” Billy smiled more; his voice filled with love as he described his home in California.

           It wasn’t long before Billy felt a weight on his shoulder as the movie played on the tv. He looked down, Daniella asleep on his shoulder. He grabbed the throw blanket and covered her with it. He had a half mind to pick her up and take her to his room so she’d be comfortable. He didn’t want to leave her on the couch by herself just in case his dad got back early.

           He didn’t understand why he cared about someone he barely knew, maybe because she was worried about him and not only interested in his bedroom activities. He got comfortable on the couch, putting his legs up on the longest side as he turned the tv down. He grabbed a different blanket and covered up his lower half as he laid down. He looked at Daniella, feeling bad that he had all of the pillows. He moved her a little, not knowing how light of a sleeper she was. He placed her head on his shoulder so she’d at least be able to use his arm to keep her head propped up.

           He watched the tv program until his eyes felt heavy and began to hurt from the lack of sleep. Daniella’s lips smacked softly as she moved a little, her head on his chest as she curled up beside him, cuddling him. He stilled, his heart stopping as he stopped breathing. He wasn’t sure what he was supposed to do in this situation. He never cuddled anyone, his mom used to cuddle him but she left nearly ten years ago. He moved his arm so it was draped over her back before he moved his left leg so it was propped on the back of the couch, his knee up so he could get air under the blanket and he fell asleep, comfortable for the first time in the last ten years.

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Billy Hargrove/Original Female Character Warnings: Being buried alive, Deathy stuff, Sexual innuendoes, Eventual Smut, Blood, People being mean, honestly more warnings to come. 3,635 Word count

<- Prologue

Chapter 2 ->

Chapter 1 - Dear Billy

Do you know what would be good right about now? A goddamn beer. Instead, he was trudging through the Hawkins-not-so-Hawkins cemetery with a body that still felt stiff as a board. He must have been lying for the longest damn time to feel like some corpse…or maybe he was a corpse? Nah, he sure as fuck didn't want to think about that.

He couldn't have really been that dead; I mean, look at me! Besides, he doesn't even look like he went a few rounds with that mind fucker, not to mention the car accident before that. Ugh, my baby…He felt a twinge of sadness at the thought of his car being destroyed, and he couldn't even blame anyone for it. Besides himself…

More memories sifted through his head, the sounds of his own screams as he was dragged into that old steel mill. His nails scraped bloody on the floor on the way down. The thing infecting him, making him do whatever it damn well pleased. Taking Heather..her parents..all those people..kids even.

Red-hot anger coursed through Billy's veins at the very thought. Someone will fucking pay for this. No one tells him what to do and lives except maybe Neil. Is Max suffering through it now? He really hopes not..he would have to kill him finally.

He really couldn't tell if it was night or day here; it all looked the same besides the thunderous red clouds, and the air quality felt like you were inhaling water from a wet, dirty mop.

Billy was almost out of the cemetery when his stomach fiercely twisted. He had to find supplies soon before he died of thirst and hunger, and something tells him this place didn't have just little ol' him in it. That thing was from here; there's no telling what other ugly fucking critters came out of here.

As if on cue, loud screeching interrupted his thoughts; thousands of creatures could be seen flying up in the dark skies above the cemetery. He stopped dead in his tracks and watched them swarm the entrance he was walking to.

Well, not going that way… he turned back the way he came from at a fast walk now, wanting to avoid catching their attention when he had no weapon.

There was a weird charged energy in the air. He could feel it buzzing in his bones, nearly electrifying. Something was close, something big and powerful. It made his fingers twitch with how much charge it gave him. Almost felt like the adrenaline he gets right before a fight but much more tangible.

That's when he heard it. Not it, Maxine.

"Dear Billy, I don't even know if you can hear this."

He stopped moving. He spun in a circle, trying to pinpoint where her voice was coming from.

"Two years ago, I would've said, "that's ridiculous, impossible." But that was before I found out about alternate dimensions and monsters, so I'm just going to stop assuming that I know anything."

"MAX! MAX, I CAN HEAR YOU! WHERE ARE YOU?" he shouted, breaking out in a run.

He returned to his grave; that's where she sounded the loudest. Was she on the other side? She's not here..why can I hear her?

"Shitbird! I'm here. I can hear you!" he tried again, his voice booming into the vast area.

"So much has happened since you left. Your dad was a total mess. He and my mom started getting into fights. Bad fights. I don't think he could stand being here without you. So he left. And he didn't leave mom much. She's taken an extra job, and we moved to that lovely trailer park off Kerley."

He sucked in a breath. Of course, that fucking monster wouldn't stick around. Just leave them to fend for themselves, coward.

"He didn't care about me, Max. He didn't care about anyone. He lost control over me; that's all he cared about…" Sighing, he sat on a tombstone nearby. She can't hear me…

"Basically, ever since you left, everything's been a total disaster. And the worst part is, I can't tell anyone why you're gone. I can't tell them that you saved El's life. That you saved my life. I play that moment back in my head all the time. And sometimes, I imagine myself running to you, pulling you away. I imagine that if I had, that you would still be here. And everything would be right again. I imagine that we could've become friends—good friends, like a real brother and sister. And I know that's stupid. You hated me. I hated you. But I thought that maybe we could try again. But that's not what happened. I just stood there, and I watched."

No, no.."No Max! This wasn't your fault! It had to be done; It just had to! After everything he did, he had to.." His heart ached. Her words twisted his insides. Was this guilt? Billy hated it.

"I didn't hate you, Max! I hated myself! I hated my dad… I hated what it turned me into…no. I could never hate you!"

His blurred water covered eyes focused on his damaged, bloody hands. Friends. She wanted to be his sister…

"For a while, I tried to be happy. Normal. But I think that maybe a part of me died that day too. And I haven't told anyone this. I just can't. But I had to tell you. Before it's too late. If you can even hear this, and I really hope that you can. I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry, Billy."

The tears were threatening to spill from his eyes. What did Max have to be sorry for? Billy was the shitty brother…"I'm sorry, Max..I'm so sorry. I'm still here; it's not too late. I want to do better." He needs to do better.

"Love, your shitty little sister, Max."

"Don't go, Max, I'm here! Im fucking her-"The wind was knocked out of him as he was thrown several yards from his grave, hitting and destroying different tombstones as he flew.

"Hmpf-" Pain erupted through Billy's body as he collided with a large tree. What the fuck was that? He slumped to the floor, struggling to stand as a force pushed him down. The taste of copper spread on his tongue—blood from a cut on his lip.

Ah, now, doesn't that feel familiar? Rolling his eyes, Billy warily sat up again, shaking away the vertigo. Well, whatever it is wants him to stay put. Too bad for it; He doesn't fucking listen very well.

Bilyy stumbled to his feet, holding on to the tree as he stood. Glancing over to the place he was launched from stood two figures. People?

"Max." The voice echoed throughout the graveyard.

"I've been waiting to hear those words, Max."

What the hell? That was him. That sounds like him, looks like him, actually. Max, he's talking to Max. With a sharp intake of breath, Billy realized she was here too. How?

FLASHBACK

"I said, What do you want?!" Billy yelled; The other him..just staring. He doesn't understand. How is there another him? Fear struck his heart, taking refuge in his aching body.

"I want you to build." It says, eyes unyielding.

"Build what?"

"What you see." It responds. The thing was eerily still. That's not Billy. Not real.

"I don't understand.."

"Waiting so very long." Said the distorted Billy.

She looks scared, tears running down her cheeks. That's not Him… He has to get to her. It can't have her too.

"MAX! MAX, THAT'S NOT ME! IM HERE!" Billy yelled, pushing off the tree at a full sprint toward her.

Her gaze met his, eyes widening like giant saucers, glancing from his self to the fake Billy.

"But it wasn't the full truth, was it, Max?" It states, reaching for her, Stroking her cheek.

"NO, leave her the fuck alone! You can't have her!" He was shouting, trying to get both of their attention. Almost there. He picked up the pace, weaving through the piles of broken tombstones.

Max's face scrunches up in confusion; she looks from Billy to this imposter. A monster, it's that fucking mind monster.

He flings his entire body at it. With a grunt, he tackles it to the ground. He sat up to pound his fists into it, but it was unexpectedly gone—just the floor.

"What the hell…" Billy mumbled, eyes darting around, bewildered and pissed all to hell. Can't even throw a fucking punch at it; what a pussy. If it was gonna show up looking like him and talk the talk, it should walk the walk too, Jesus.

"Billy…?" Max timidly asked, her actions unsure as she stepped back.

Billy picked himself off the ground and slowly shifted to face her, warily smiling. Her stare pleading as she looked at him, for what? He doesn't know; for this to be real, maybe. God, did he want this to be real too.

"Uhh…Hey, shitbird." Billy stepped forward cautiously, not wanting to alarm her further after that fuck face tried faking into being Billy. He outstretched his arms with his palms up and waited patiently. (he knows what a notion is for him. Maybe dying put shit into perspective, okay?)

She took a lengthy pause, her eyes welling up with tears again. "Is it really you?" She questions.

Sighing, he nodded, " Yeah, it's really me… I don't know how or why I'm here, but I am. I heard what you said, Max…."

She rushed forward, wrapping her arms around him and burying her face into his chest. She was taller, not so small anymore. Fuck, how long had he been gone? Billy hesitantly draped himself around her, hugging her to him.

"It doesn't matter now. You're here—you're alive." Max murmurs, her face still pressed into his shirt, leaving wet spots from the tears escaping her eyes.

Billy shook his head and pulled her away to look at him. "Of course, it matters. None of this is your fault. Do you understand?"

"What a happy reunion for you both." A couple of feet away now, Fake Billy appears, observing them; he is covered in veins and black goo-like blood.

"But you weren't telling the full truth, were you, Max? Tell him the truth." It declares, taking a step toward them.

"You know, I think there's a part of you, Max, buried somewhere deep, that wanted him to die that day…That was maybe even relieved. Happy."

Max was taken aback; she gaped at the monster. She whipped back around. "Billy, no, that's true, please."

"I know, Max, don't listen to it. He's talking out of his ass. Besides, I was an asshole. I wouldn't blame you." Billy reasoned with her as he glared at the fake him.

It took another threatening step toward them, Its gaze never departing from Max. Uh, fuck that. Billy pushed her behind him and squared his shoulders so she wasn't visible. It had to get through him before it even dared to take her.

"Ah, but it's why you stood there, isn't it, Max? It's okay; He's here; you can admit it now."

"Stop fucking talking, your boring me to death…again. You're not taking her." Billy interrupted, crossing his arms over his chest, though it continued like he wasn't even there.

"No more lies. No more hiding."

With a twist of its hand, Billy flew off to the side into a crypt, smashing his head forcefully against the cement. Ugh, It's really got to stop doing that.

Max jumped back, startled by the sudden attack. "Billy!" She called. The thing on Max again, advancing on her as she took several steps away.

"That is why you feel such guilt."

"No!" She sobs, reeling out.

"Why you hide from your friends—"No, No"—Why you hide from the world. And why, late at night, you have sometimes wished to follow me. Follow HIM into death."

The sound of a clock chimed in the air, reverberating all around.

Billy stumbled to his feet and steered toward them. The thing was spouting bullshit, trying to get to Max. But why?

"That is why I'm here, Max." Max jerked her head, "No." She repeated over and over.

"To end your suffering, once and for all." It took one giant step, causing Max to drop off the edge of a plot, falling back onto the ground.

Suddenly, the thing no longer took the shape of Billy. It was a fugly-looking monster. Its figure remained primarily human, but the rest looked deeply intertwined with the roots and vines of this shitty place. It had no nose, and its left hand had talons for fingers.

"It is time, Max: Time for you to join me."

Billy crashed into it, slamming it to the floor again. "Run, Max!" Billy shouted as he drove his fists into its face, each punch satisfyingly snapping through the vines that make its face.

Billy's head snapped off to the side to make sure Max ran, distracted; the thing slashed its talons across his shoulder. He yelled as it used unforeseen force to propel him off, thrusting him back onto another headstone.

Hissing, he watched as the blood oozed out of the wound on his shoulder. What a bitch, that fucking hurts. He looked back up; it was gone. Fuck, another disappearing stunt. Billy trudged back up to his feet and ran in the direction Max went.

She couldn't have gone far- "Billy! Lucas! Dustin!" he could hear her screaming in the distance.

"MAX!" Billy picked up speed. She has to be here somewhere.

It's barely fighting back, hardly even acknowledging him. What the fuck does it want with Max? Something about guilt…he has plenty of that, so why is it going after her?

A wave of red fog encircled Billy; "Huh, creepy enough." He was going to take a big guess and say she went this way.

"Max!" He called out. Nothing.

This place was different, even more chaotic if possible. The skies and floors were a crimson red, much like the fog. There were pointy black structures littered about, segments of rock and material floating in the air.

This place had a charged energy; he could feel it humming through his veins again. Scarily enough, just like in the sauna…

He eyed his arms; no veins. Good, that can't happen again; he was himself. There's nothing in possession of him; he had to remind himself. Dont panic.

As he ran, the floor made a gross squishing sound. Billy made a face; Ick- that's horrendous.

"Shit!….Shit!" he could hear Max from a distance. Billy whipped around to where it was coming from.

He was breathing heavily from all this goddamn running, "God damn it, Max! Where the hell are you?" Billy hollered, eyes going to the weirdly hovering clock chiming in the air. There, he sprinted off in that direction.

He came to an abrupt stop to the sound of….music? Not just any music, shit music. Ugh, if there was going to be a battle, it couldn't at least have been Metallica or Motley Crue, Jesus.

Rolling his eyes, Billy trekked up into what he guessed was a fucked version of a house. There was a staircase to nowhere on his right, and the creature and Max were just beyond that, straight ahead.

It had her pinned up against one of the sharp black structures, vines wrapped around her body and neck, strangling her.

Voices suddenly could be heard from behind Billy. There, some portal was taking shape far out ways.

"Max, wake up!" Said one voice.

"Max, Wake up!" Said another; wait, that voice sounded all too familiar. Billy squinted, looking into the portal. His eyes grew wide.

"Harrington?.." he murmured. Of fucking course, he's involved again. As much as he wanted to be mad, he looked after Max long before Billy died…

He turned back, thinking quickly; He smashed off a piece of the railing from the staircase—finally, a weapon.

"They can't help you, Max." It proclaims, making a vine constrict tighter around her neck; she was gasping for air now.

"Nah, But I can!" Billy growled out as he jerked forward, swinging the railing at it, aiming for its abdomen.

With a noisy "Thwack," the wood shattered into a million pieces as it collided with the monster's midsection. Blindsided, it screamed out as the force of the hit had it zooming through the air, busting through rocks.

That was surprising; holy shit didn't know I was that strong.

He turned his attention to Max, The vines had eased around her neck, but she was still firmly entangled.

"Billy!" She gasped, trying to catch her breath.

"It's alright; I'll get you out," He tells her, grabbing the vines and yanking them as hard as possible. They ripped apart effortlessly in his hands, dropping to their feet.

After the last vine, she collapsed into his arms. Hauling her up to stand, Billy took her face in his hands. "You good? Are you hurt?" he frantically skimmed over her body, ensuring no injuries.

"I'm okay, Billy. I'm okay." She replied, her breath shaky as she removed her head from his grasp.

He glanced to the portal where her friends and Steve still yelled for her to wake up, and the shitty song still played in the background.

"What's with the song?" Billy asked. Max shrugged, "It's my favorite, Kate Bush." she replied defensively.

He squinted, disdain apparent on his face. "Kate..who?"

She rolled her eyes, a small smile gracing her lips; she went to speak again when the ground shook.

"MAX," the thing roared; they looked at each other wide-eyed momentarily, panic forming in Max's eyes.

"Go, Max. You need to go!" Billy pushed her toward the others.

"No, not without you! Come on, come with me, please I can't do this without you. please." She begged, reaching out for Billy to follow.

He took a shallow breath; she wanted him to go with her. Hope sparked in his chest, warming him from the inside out. She still wants him around even after all he did to her and her friends…

As he reached to take her hand, Billy was blasted back through a rotting wall. Groaning, He was fed up. God fucking damn it! What is with this fucking thing and throwing him around like a ragdoll!

"Alright, now I'm fucking pissed! Stop being a pussy and hit me like a man!-er whatever the fuck you are!" Billy hollered, dusting himself off and stomping back.

"Max-go! I'll hold it off, but you need to move your ass! Now!" Billy watched as she wavered.

"Max, You belong here with me, Max." Its voice boomed.

"No, the fuck she doesn't!-Maxine GO! It'll be okay; we'll find another way. I need you to be safe. Go!" He yelled again.

With a long look, she nodded. "Fine," she pointed at Billy, "But don't die in the meantime, or else I'm gonna have to bring you back just to kill you again!"

Billy snorted, he wanted to tell her how dumb she sounded, but the earth shook again. he glanced back at her, eyebrow raised; she took the hint. With a final nod, she rushed off toward the portal.

The gross viney monster reappeared before him like some huge ugly wizard.

"Could you at least take the shape of some hot babe or something? I'm getting real tired of looking at your face." Billy retorted, dodging as it swung at him with its giant talon.

he popped up, "You're shaped like a huge veiny dick, you know?" Billy cocked back, flinging his fist into its big ugly dick face.

"You know, actually, what I'd love? If ya turned into Harrington over there. It would be a whole lot more fun to punch you!" He expresses, laughing as his fist connects with its face again.

Objects started crashing down around Max as she ran; huge boulders and house bits fell around her.

Dodging another swing, Billy shouted, "You got it, Max!!!" She was almost there, almost out; gotta distract him a little longer.

Its talon grazed Billy's neck before he flinched back; He didn't move quick enough; he could feel the warm liquid dripping down his back.

"You know I've watched this movie before, Freddy Krueger; ever heard of him? Do you even get tv here in monster hell? Not very original if you ask me." He stated.

It went for his throat again, but he sidestepped in time.

"I'll be honest; I didn't really watch the movie either. I was too busy knuckles deep in this one girl to really be paying attention." Billy smirked; all he could really remember from that night was that she was a screamer. The whole movie theater could attest to that.

"Why do you fight? Isn't it tiring? You know this isn't you. Fighting for the innocent," It questions, "Join me, Billy."

He watched Max vault through the portal, closing it up behind her. Billy hung his head in relief; at least she was safer there with…dare he say it… Harrington. Gross, now he was relying on that big dumb head of hair to do his job.

"Hmmm," he tapped his chin, pretending to think. "Me? Tired of fighting? Never." Billy snickered, throwing a punch to its side. "And id rather be back in that coffin than join some dickhead looking asshole."

The thing grunts, "Then I have no need for you."

With a raise of its hand, It forced Billy out, flying back into the Upside Down and landing on tombstone debris. He heaved himself up, ready to dive in again, but it was gone where there was once fog, now more cemetery.

Billy sighed, looking up to the crackling red and grey skies. "Well shit, now what?"

<- Prologue

Chapter 2 ->

[melodymunson]

Billy Hargrove x fem reader x woman of color (woc) original character oneshot

18+ nsfw no minors allowed. You will be blocked!

Imagine with Older!Billy. (The reader is 21 and the burlesque dancer is the same age. Billy is 30.)

Nothin' but a good time

3.6K words

warnings: 3some, penetrative sex, rim job, blowjob, lesbian sex, strapon, rope, blindfold, use of a strapon (reader receiving), Hitachi wand, Tribbing, and a whip.

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Since graduating high school, Billy Hargrove has become a better person. He was no longer the typical jock who got mad, got into fights, and yelled slurs. After moving out of his dad's place, he studied hard to become a mechanic. The days of him being a prick and racist prone to anger were gone since therapy and some anger management.

The new and improved Billy only liked to be controlling in the bedroom when the mood called for it. With you, he respected your safe words and limits. There was nothing he would do to harm you or bring you any pain. Being together felt right and you met Billy at a hair metal concert.

You and Billy had a tumultuous relationship and romance. He had a tough exterior, but you were inseparable from him since you were in your young 20s. Even though he was 9 years older than you, it was one relationship you were proud of and didn't want to lose. One night, you went to a burlesque club and had a nice evening watching the stunning performers having a night you would never forget together.

The burlesque show experience was lovely and magical, yet different from the strip clubs you would go to with Billy. All the dancers were classy, and the art of the tease was alluring. Going to the burlesque club was your idea and once you and Billy had some drinks for the show, you became acquainted with one of the dancers. She was a beauty with mocha skin, gorgeous brown eyes, long hair, and a voluptuous figure.

Burlesque was the art of the tease and not just a strip show, like most people thought. There were elements to it, not just a provocative show where women got undressed. There was humor, sexually suggestive dialogue, and musical sketches mixed in with the burlesque performance. There were men in the show implementing acrobatics, but one female dancer did so well and you and Billy couldn't take your eyes off her.

Her name was Harmony and her burlesque name Cherry Bomb and she found you to be lovely and Billy charming. After exchanging numbers, you agreed to meet again soon, and you did at a hair metal concert. The concert rocked and Billy had fun moshing while you and Harmony crowd-surfed with some margaritas consumed throughout the show. Soon you were back to her place and had some red wine with Billy.

After the lovely wine, you enjoyed a joint together, shotgunning into each other's mouths, which led to you kissing Billy and then Harmony. The feeling of being high mixed with being drunk and euphoric made you happy in a mellowed-out way. You suggested getting the camera out and having Harmony teach you some burlesque moves as Billy filmed. It was a great time, and you had so much fun learning some burlesque moves.

That night started with a concert and having some simple fun together in a public setting, but would end with a bang. Billy and you had already agreed after meeting Harmony the first time that if the chemistry was there, you would go further and progress things with her. Soon you were making out with Harmony as Billy smoked and enjoyed the show right next to him in the car. What at first started as just innocent touches at first turned into more and the sight made Billy's cock harden in his pants.

Soon you took things to the bedroom and there you were with Harmony and Billy, about to have the best threesome of your life. That night would be one to remember forever and the first of many where you shared other people. At first, you were apprehensive about going into it, but you fully trusted Billy. Your relationship was serious, and you knew no one could come between the two of you.

You had agreed with Harmony and Billy that you would be in a full submissive mood, which suited Billy fine since he was mainly a dom and Harmony was a switch. Harmony was wearing red lingerie, and you were wearing rose gold. Billy looked at you both up and down, his eyes landing on your cleavage as well as hers as her hands roamed over your body.

Candles were lit, and the lights were dim in her bedroom as she showed you her drawer of toys, restraints, ropes, and whips. It was quite an impressive collection, and you were in awe of every item. Billy had some ideas as he took out a black blindfold, a black gag ball, a whip, and some white rope. Harmony's eyes lit up at seeing his choices.

Soon you were on the bed and tied up for them just your hands as Billy sat on the edge of the bed and Harmony had your legs spread, her mouth on your pussy. Still, with your lingerie on, he watched as Harmony's ass wriggled in the air and she finger-fucked you passionately with two fingers as her tongue massaged your clit. Underneath her, you were writhing in ecstasy, your nipples hard as rocks now. The moans coming from your mouth were otherworldly until Billy put a gag ball around your mouth.

"Be quiet, sweetheart. Let her take care of you," he ordered sternly, followed by a smirk.

"Mm, she tastes so good," Harmony boasts as she has her fingers coated in your slick now.

Billy's hand soon moves to her ass, earning mewls from her. You closed your eyes and bucked your hips as her mouth took you expertly. Having her do this for you and please you in this way was otherworldly. There was nothing you wanted more than to cry out her name for her as Billy's cock was now twitching, hardened in his boxers.

Billy took the blindfold and put it over your eyes, then removed the gag ball, wanting you to call out your safe word if necessary.

"That's right, eat that pussy good!" He encouraged Harmony before slapping her ass, causing her to yelp in pleasure.

It didn't faze her all too much though because she went right back to sucking your clit swirling it with her tongue as you moaned. Billy wasted no time putting his fingers into your mouth and you sucked them, instantly swirling his digits with your wet and warm mouth. Her tongue passionately fucked your pussy as her fingers hit your g-spot deeply, causing you to cry out around Billy's fingers.

"Fuck princess, I think you want my tongue, huh?"

You nodded and Harmony ate you out a little more before letting Billy switch places with her. Eagerly, he licked your folds, parting them with his tongue as Harmony watched fingering herself.

"Naughty little pussy. Want you to cum for us!" He bellowed as he slapped your clit.

"Fuck I wanna cum please Billy!" You cried out desperately, not even caring how needy you sounded at this point.

"Mm, good girl, you used your words. Cum all over my tongue and fingers," he demanded gruffly as his tongue and fingers worked in perfect sync.

Billy wasn't one for waiting and he was urging you with a serious tone, already knowing your pretty cunt couldn't resist the combination of his fingers and mouth. Arching your back, your filthy moans and the sounds of pleasure from Harmony fingering her wet pussy echoed off the walls.

"Mm yes, cum for him!" She cried out as she fingered harder and faster, wanting to find her release.

With just a few more licks from Billy, you found yourself cumming over his pretty fingers and whining his name. Billy then removed your blindfold and tapped his fingers on your lips. Eagerly, you sucked his digits clean as Harmony found her release.

"Now kiss each other!" He commanded in a firm, no-nonsense tone.

Eagerly her lips crashed against yours and she tapped her fingers to your lips, having you suck her digits eagerly. The way she tasted was incredible. Billy removed his shirt, pants, and boxers tossing them to the side as you and Harmony undressed completely.

"How about you watch Harmony here suck my cock for a bit as she sits on my face huh princess? And don't worry, I'll free one hand so you can touch yourself."

"Yes, Billy. Of course, sir."

Your words brought a smile to his face as he freed the rope. Soon you had a feeling in your hand again and fingered yourself as you watched Harmony sit on his face. Billy eagerly lapped at her wet cunt, dripping with her slick as she caressed his balls and stroked his shaft.

"Your boyfriend is so big," she complimented before taking him into her mouth and riding his face faster.

"Yes, so big. Love seeing you suck his cock and watching him eat your pussy," you whimpered as you touched yourself using one finger.

Harmony's eyes locked with yours as she sucked him off and gave him immense pleasure. It was incredible to watch, but your achy pussy was desperate and needy. Watching them please each other was sexy, but you were aching for them to offer you some relief. They continued to please each other and get each other off before Harmony stopped sucking him to say.

"Maybe your girlfriend can help me out with your cock, huh?"

Billy slapped her ass in response and fingered her as he came up for air. Wiping his mouth clean, he nodded.

"Sure, now go untie her and both of you can suck my cock!" He bellowed.

Billy's cock was flushed pink, and it was already beading at the tip with pearly pre-cum. Licking your lips as you took him into your mouth, Harmony sucked on one of his balls as he looked down at the both of you and groaned with vigor and lust. Billy grabbed a fistful of your hair as he bucked into your mouth, urging you to take more of him. You know exactly how he loved it and wanted to give him the best blowjob ever.

"Yes, that's right, slut, suck it! Don't forget to share, though."

Billy grunted as he bucked his hips, his balls heavy with cum as you sucked him trying your best to fit his huge cock, but couldn't. He tasted so fuckin' good and you wanted to give him immense pleasure.

"Mm, that's right, suck his cock!" Harmony urged as she pumped the part of his shaft you couldn't reach with your mouth.

"Now switch!" He demanded, pulling you off his cock by the root of your hair in his fist.

Harmony took him down slowly, her eyes watering and gagging around his cock as he pumped into her mouth, making her choke and soon adjusting as he guided her on his cock by pulling her hair. You sucked his balls first the right, then the left, making him buck his hips even faster. He pulled her off his cock and then sat up, suddenly getting an idea.

"Okay, now I want to see Harmony fuck you with her strap. Don't forget your safe word, though."

Billy's voice was gruff, and he meant business as he took the nearby black whip and cracked it against the bedpost. As Harmony got up to get the strap on that vibrated, he sat down in the nearby chair close to the bed and stroked his shaft. You got down on your hands and knees, ass up in the air for her. She came up behind you and lubed up the strap, as Billy's eyes locked with yours.

"That's right, sweetheart, let her fuck you good," Billy remarked with a gasp as Harmony adjusted the strap inside of you.

Her hands moved down your back, caressing it until they rested upon your hips leaving crescent-shaped marks there. Leaning in closer to you, she peppered kisses along your backside, then whispered into your ear.

"Be a good girl for me."

And with that last remark, she pumped her 8" fake cock inside of you. Harmony gripped your hips tightly, even smacking your ass a little as she made the most pornographic-sounding noises as her strap rested deep inside of your needy cunt, filling you up to the hilt. Billy held the whip tightly, knowing he would use it on you if necessary, especially if you disobeyed any command, and prepared to do his worst. The sounds escaping your lips were filthy as you clenched the duvet covers below you.

"Fuck yes, fuck my pussy hard!" You suddenly screamed as you looked over at Billy.

Practically breathless, she responded by telling you,

"Oh, fuck, you might regret that, princess!" She scolded you as she slapped your ass and picked up her pace, putting her foot on the bed to get a better angle for fucking your tight cunt.

Meanwhile, Billy was stroking his cock and letting the filthiest of moans escape his lips. She was incredible at this and you wondered if she had ever done this to any other girl. You hoped you were her first, though.

"Be sure to thank her for making you feel so good, sweetheart. Use your words wisely," Billy growled, bellowing as he stroked himself harder and then slapped your ass with the whip.

He wasn't too hard with you though and respected your use of your safe word, which was 'maroon'.

"Thank you, miss. Fuck me harder please!" You whined and begged her, wanting to feel her strap hit your G-spot.

"She's in no mood to beg. Is she Billy?" Harmony remarked with a cluck of her tongue as she slows inside you.

"You are right." Billy stopped stroking and walked up to you, slapping your cheek before he hit your backside lightly with the whip.

"Sorry, sir. Sorry, mistress. Please do your worst," you challenged them.

Billy rubbed your clit in harsh circles as Harmony pounded into you again, loving the feel of the vibrations from the toy as she turned it on and you could now feel vibrations as well. It was making your clit ache as you got all this stimulation from the vibrating strap and his fingers. Yours and Harmony's cries were echoing in the room as Billy fingered you. She used her strap with the vibrations at full speed, and Billy stroked his cock simultaneously, watching the show unfold in front of him.

"She loves this fake cock, huh? Maybe we should give her the real thing soon," Harmony muses in between her depraved thrusts into your aching cunt.

"Mm yes. I fuck her as you sit on her face. Use this little whore," he admonishes you in a scolding manner as he tilts your head up with a rough pull of your hair and spits in your mouth.

You were trembling with your eager and high-pitched mewls as they made you overstimulated, wanting you to come undone at the seams for them. Your second orgasm was fast approaching, and they were going to make you wait it out for them. First, you had to be their good little submissive. Pulling out of your cunt, she turns off the vibrator and tosses it aside.

Harmony grabs a Hitachi wand and brings it to the bed as she lies on her back, legs spread. Meanwhile, Billy is tying your arms up behind you with rope. Billy lines his cock up at your entrance and positions your face in front of her pussy as she uses the toy on her clit.

"Now I want to see you eat that pussy and no talking until I tell you to, sweetheart," he gruffly demands before smacking your ass, earning a yelp from you.

As you licked her entrance, separating her folds with your tongue, he pounded into you, not letting you adjust as your tightness clenched around his thick length. His hips thrust into you with reckless abandon as he bottomed out inside his hands, leaving imprints on your ass as he squeezed it.

"Mm yes, that's it. Good little whore eat that clit!" she snarled in pure bliss as the toy made contact with her pussy.

Looking up at her with pleading eyes, you continued to taste her slick heat, panting from the feeling of Billy's perfect cock as you devoured her pretty clit. Billy was getting lost in the ecstasy of it all, seeing you eat her out as he pounded your needy pussy from behind.

"Yeah, that's it. Take my cock and eat that pussy," he spoke in a husky tone as he held your head down against her pussy and bucked into you, harder, groaning in between his thrusts.

This went on for several minutes, you eating out Harmony, earning pretty mewls from her as Billy fucked you so damn good. Billy was closer to cumming, his cock twitching and his tip leaking pre-cum now. Harmony and you were getting close, but Billy still was not done. She tossed the toy to the side and turned it off.

"Mm wanna share that big cock with me?" Harmony begs as she gets close to her release.

"Yes please," you responded before you removed your fingers from her pussy and sucked them clean.

"Turn around princess and let her get on top of you," Billy firmly commanded as he flipped you over on your back.

"Sounds perfect," she remarked, wide-eyed.

"Yes, daddy. I'll share."

Harmony eagerly got on top of you her breasts, pushing against yours as Billy leaned down, spread her cheeks, and licked her ass before licking yours. He alternated between your ass and hers as he pumped his cock with his left hand until your cries satisfied him. Soon he lined himself up at her entrance as she gasped, fully adjusting to his size and whining into your mouth as she kissed you deeply with her tongue, tasting herself in longing as she passionately embraced you. Her soft breasts felt so good flush against your chest.

"God damn, this pussy is tight too, and that ass is delicious!" Billy gruffly declared as he slapped her ass.

You held onto her, caressing the curves of her beautiful and voluptuous breasts. She had such a beautiful body and gorgeous dark skin. The way she was being fucked by Billy was unholy as she latched onto one of your nipples, sucking greedily as she screamed for Billy.

"Yeah, good whore!" He proclaimed, tugging her hair and grunting deeply.

"Yes, so big, Billy. Your monster cock is so fucking amazing!" She practically yelled as he hit her at all the right spots.

Suddenly, he surprised you by having his cock buried balls deep inside of you again. It felt incredible to have him fucking you again, his cock coated in her slick and yours. Billy was truly your God of fuck.

"Billy so good. Love your cock, Daddy! Fuck us hard!" You shouted as his eyes met yours and he smirked.

Harmony's lips moved to your other breast as Billy positioned himself inside of her again and fingered your needy pussy and ass simultaneously. Billy then went right back to fucking you and Harmony's breasts hovered over your mouth.

"Suck slut!" She ordered. "How's that cock feel?"

"Good. S'good," you mumbled as she shoved her breast into your face.

The way you and Harmony were acting turned him on so badly, as Billy was getting closer than ever to spilling his load. He pulled out, turning on the toy to position it in between your pussy and hers, rubbing it against your clits as it worked its magic. The noises you and Harmony were making were practically filthy. Billy was smiling in satisfaction about how he was making you and this beautiful woman feel.

"Mm, now cum for me all over it," he firmly instructed as he increased the pressure by turning up the volume on the toy.

You sucked on her breasts and kneaded them as you rode the toy. Harmony cried out with pure ecstasy as she fucked the toy with reckless abandon. The vibrator felt intense, and you were moaning so loud for Billy as he fucked into her again.

"Billy gonna cum for you!" She cried out in bliss as she came undone at the seams.

Pulling out of her, he fucked you again, going balls deep as they slapped against your cunt. Harmony slapped your breasts and kissed you so deeply as Billy got close to cumming.

"Gonna cum inside you, princess," he warned as he fucked you deeply and Harmony kissed you.

"Yes, daddy cum deep inside of me!" You pleaded with him, your moans so loud, and it was like music to his ears.

Harmony sucked on your neck as Billy was about to ride out his high, making you squirm and scream out for them. The mess he was about to make inside of you was going to be so messy, but you loved being his little cum slut.

"Going to cum!" He screeched as his fingernails left imprints on your hips.

Billy filled you up to the hilt and pulled out his cock, still having some cum on it as Harmony pressed her clit firmly against yours. She wrapped your legs around her waist, getting Billy's cum all over her.

"You need to cum, honey. Come all over, my pretty cunt!" she beckoned as she left marks on your breasts with her mouth.

"So close!" You replied with a pleased hum.

Billy pressed his cock to your lips so you could suck him off and you did greedily take every drop he had, milking him dry. Harmony hit that special spot and made you throw your head back as more screams left your lips.

"Yes! I'm cumming, fuck me, yes!" You wailed as your orgasm crashed over you in remarkable waves as you rode it out.

Soon Billy and you passed out you in between him and Harmony. It was a mind-blowing night and not one you would soon forget. All your carnal desires satiated, and you had the best time of your life. Billy showed his dominant side, and you loved every moment.

More time passed with having Billy and you celebrating more anniversaries so happy together most of the time. There was nothing better than exploring new things with him and you started a sex room together complete with a sybian, restraints in every size and shape, and a sex machine. Sometimes you would bring girls home and he would get off as he watched before putting you in your place for starting without him. No other time compared to the first threesome, but you shared many more partners, like Steve and Eddie. But that's more stories for another time…

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My Twelve Days of Promptmas plans!

I don’t have plans to post on specific days because I cannot be held to a schedule 🙃 Thank you to @littlexdeaths for coming up with this event! See the original post here.

I wanted to use some lesser-used characters for some of these. I hope you guys are excited!

There will be a masterlist with all works as they’re posted.

They will all be x female reader!

One: Snowed in with Steve Harrington

Two: Chaperoning the annual Snow Ball with Jonathan Byers

Three: Mistletoe mayhem with Robin Buckley

Four: Meet the parents…with a twist with Eddie Munson

Five: You need a last minute gift, but man that salesclerk sure is cute with Steve Harrington

Six: A very merry hellfire with Gareth Emerson

Seven: Spending Christmas/Christmas Eve in the ER with Billy Hargrove