#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 (9/10) Eyes Without a Face (9/17) No One Like You (9/24) Burnin' For You (10/1) Give It All (10/8) Kiss Me Deadly (10/15) Lay it on the Line (10/22) Easy Lover (10/29) Owner of a Lonely Heart (11/5) I Remember You (11/12)

[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.

[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.

[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.

[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?

*****

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.

*******

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 ****

Masterlist 🖤

[hoppers-babygirl]

Beat his ass

Author: Hoppers-babygirl

ko-fi: https://ko-fi.com/hoppers_babygirl

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. 

[whoahoney]

Hi, yes, it’s me, an Eddie slut girl, working on a Billy redemption fic, as requested by @samunson83 👀😏✍️❤️‍🔥😌

Picture this:

Billy Hargrove survives the mind flayer but must live as a ghost to all that know him. Leaving Indiana behind with California on his mind, when on the way he meets a teen runaway in desperate need for a way out of town.

Will Billy find his true self living as John? Will he actually give love a chance and use this new opportunity to change his ways and learn how to feel without shame?

Sneak peek below the cut 😏🤩

…He caught a glimpse of himself in the rear view and scowled yet again before running a hand through his curls, his new haircut not one he would’ve chosen for himself. His hair was longer on top and the sides and back were cropped short—his wild mane gone. He found himself often searching for the long hair at the back of his head to fiddle with when he was bored or anxious, and then of course became annoyed with himself upon remembering it wasn’t there.

Billy hadn’t ever been one to look inward, focusing on tuning out the noise inside more than making it stop for good—something he didn’t think to be possible. His mind worked too quickly, and very hard against him.

He took to loud music, drugs, alcohol, sex, work—anything stimulating enough to keep himself from addressing his inner demons.

But since he left Hawkins, he’d been forced to do nothing but. He’d been equipped with the basics; documentation and wallet with an ID, clothing, a bank account, and a set of flash cards covering his history. The officials at the lab made sure of it all.

During his stay, Billy befriended his night nurse, a kind old woman who doted on him like a grandson. She’d always give him the good snacks, sit and watch some soapy reruns, and talk with him for a while. Her name was Gladys.

Gladys took her time getting Billy to open up, mostly talking about her life with her family, stories of her grandkids that were ‘just about’ his age. Billy first found her annoying, but quickly found her endear when he realized she was the only person in the whole hospital not to treat him like a test subject or a villain. Of course, she didn’t know the full background of Billy’s injuries, but knew since the officials at the lab were involved it couldn’t be anything normal.

One night, during an especially emotional episode of Growing Pains, Billy confided in her about his relationship with his parents. His real parents.

He didn’t cry, though his voice was tense and low the whole time. Explaining the sickening dynamic between his parents and his ever-strained relationship with his father. The hardest part was talking about his connection to his mother.

Her name was Rebecca. She loved the beach, she loved the sun, and she loved Billy. She taught him how to surf young since it was something she’d done her whole life, meeting his father, Neil, on the beaches of Southern California one summer in 1965.

They’d fallen in love too quickly and too hard, landing them with a baby and a shotgun wedding that left Rebecca feeling less than hopeful for her future. But when Neil began drinking more and more with the pressure of his job and the impending war, he became even more hostile and bitter.

When she left, Billy was 9. She’d kissed him goodbye before school, watching him ride his bike down the street like any other day. She had practically vanished, no note.

Gladys shed tears for him, but kept quiet and a neutral face. Typically tears made him uncomfortable, but with Gladys he didn’t feel like it was pity. If anything he felt seen.

When he told her his idea about taking a trip to California to find her, she heavily supported the idea of going back home. The night before he was discharged, she gave him the gift of a leather bound diary.

Billy flipped through the pages tentatively with a questioning pinch in his brow. Gladys chuckled, knowing he’d be confused.

“I thought it’d be good for you to use this as a place to put your thoughts. The ones swimming around in all that busy-ness up there! The ones that wanna come out when you use your fists instead. Maybe write a little every day, one thing and how it made you feel to start—Doesn’t have to be anything ‘heavy’, dear.” She further explained when she saw the uncomfortable grimace on his face.

“Talk about how an angry driver flipping you off felt and why you think you felt the need to react the way you chose to, describe the interaction you have with a cute girl at the grocery store! You still have a life worth living, boy— a life worth feeling. This’ll help you do that.” She nodded.

Billy drank it all in, the idea not sounding so bad when she laid it out for him that way. He nodded, looking back down at it in his lap and running his finger around the perimeter of the cover. “Thank you, Gladys.” Is all he said.

“You’re welcome, Bill—er, John.” She chuckled, ignoring the tears glistening in her eyes, leaning forward and patting the top of his hand warmly.

That diary sat at the bottom of his backpack, still empty. He’d dug it out a couple times, opening it to the first pages but could never settle on anything to write about, his days feeling insignificant living as a ghost.

Or a man in a mask.

[buckysgrace]

Sixty Four

Dancing in the Dark Masterlist

CW: smut, lots of anal play lol

The next morning they took their time getting around, although Kim was sure Billy had other ideas on his mind by the way he kept grabbing her waist and biting down on her shoulder. It made her laugh, even though she kept swatting him away. Her mind was solely focused on the prospect of another round of free breakfast food. 

They were currently sprawled out on the bed, watching the morning news after they had snuck their breakfast plates back to the room. His arm was bumping against hers with each motion, making her narrow her eyes as she was sure he was doing it on purpose. He’d stared at her for a little too long when she had licked the syrup off of her fork. 

“Where do you want to get married?” She asked him curiously, trying to think about where a good location would be. She was secretly hoping someone they knew would get married first, just so she could see how to plan it. 

“Mhm,” He thought for a moment, “In a church. I think that would be nice.” He mumbled as he chewed on his piece of sausage, shaking his head back and forth before he nodded his head in agreement. She smiled, more than happy to do that with him. 

“Yeah?” She asked as she turned towards him, “They do look pretty on the inside. The stained glass windows, they’re nice.” She told him honestly, thinking of how pretty the churches looked when they passed by them. 

“A beach would be nice too,” He said a second later, “But maybe too windy.” He thought for a moment before he brought his cup of coffee up towards his lips, taking a sip of what Kim thought to be far too bitter for her own taste. 

“Possibly,” She said in agreement, “I guess it depends on when we do it.” She told him, trying to think of when the weather was more windy than not. It would be pretty on one of the piers as well, if they were even allowed to do that. 

“We could start looking around,” He mused softly, “Whenever you think.” His lips curled into a gentle smile, though she could read the excitement in his eyes. Or perhaps she was just picking up on her own sense of happiness. Either way, she was enthused with the thought. 

“Lots of pressure,” She replied teasingly, “How about we start looking this summer?” She asked him curiously, thinking that would be a good time to start. A wedding towards the spring and summer would be a lot better regardless. 

“I can work with that,” He chuckled as he leaned forward to kiss her nose, “Do you want to go swimming today?” He asked as he stretched his leg out towards her, linking his ankle between both of hers. 

“I was hoping you’d say that,” She told him seriously, already excited about the prospect of exploring the beach, “It’s supposed to be really nice out today.” She told him with a nod of her head, pointing her fork towards where the weather was currently being broadcasted. 

“Are you really watching the weather?” Billy asked her with a laugh, his dark eyebrows furrowed together as she felt her lips parting. She wasn’t sure why she shouldn’t as that was the one thing that was actually on TV. 

“That’s what you turned on,” She said in defense of herself, “Was I not supposed to listen?” She nudged him this time, watching the way he shook his head before he set his empty plate onto the table next to him. 

“Never said that,” He told her as he pulled his lips into an amused smile, “Just a little dorky of you.” He winked at her, making her grin as she shook her head. He was the dorky one in her opinion, not that she would ever admit that. 

“So you like to remind me,” She grinned as she took a bite off of the middle of her toast before she was finished with it, “Where are we going first then?”

“I thought Hollywood,” He said as he nuzzled his way back down into the bed, “Then maybe we can look around a little bit before we head to the beach?” He suggested, sighing deeply like he was tired. 

“I like that,” She smiled as she kissed his nose, “You look sleepy.” She observed, grinning at the way he pulled her up against him. She glanced towards the clock, full content with napping if that’s what he wanted to do.

“It’s because we slept in.” He groaned as he buried himself into the crook of her shoulder, the tip of his nose slightly cooler than the rest of his body. She curled up to him, fitting against him like a puzzle piece. 

“It’s not even ten yet.” She told him seriously as she played with his hair. She knew that if they were going to do something, they needed to do it now before it was impossible for her to get out of bed. 

“It’s late,” He replied with a laugh, “As soon as you’re ready we’ll go.” He teased as he popped his head up next to hers, poking his fingers against her ribs softly. She squirmed in response, knowing that she would have to eventually make the first move. 

They got twisted around twice before they found the correct location, mostly to Kim’s fault. She kept getting distracted by the view, thus messing up the street signs. She thought the important thing was that they eventually got there. 

“This is Hollywood?” She asked as they walked around the streets, the sunshine warm against her skin as she looked around the large windows and busy streets. 

“You sound impressed.” He snorted as he squeezed their fingers together, keeping his same stroll in place. He looked very handsome too, even though he wasn’t wearing anything new. His red shirt was unbuttoned down to his bellybutton, but she didn’t mind. 

“I didn’t mean it like that,” She replied as she felt her cheeks prickling with heat, “It just doesn’t look how I expected it to.” She told him seriously. It didn’t look that different to San Diego in her opinion. 

“How was that?” He asked her playfully, stopping at one of the crosswalks. She shifted a little closer to him, allowing a girl who seemed to be moving twice as fast get past her. She thought about her answer for a moment. 

“More famous people,” She said with a giggle, “That’s what I meant.” She told him seriously, sure that her magazines referenced quite a few celebrities out and about in this area. She was sure of it.

“You were hoping Harrison Ford would be walking around?” He asked her with a laugh as he tugged her along the crosswalks. She moved quickly, ignoring the stare from the people in the car behind them. She hated walking in front of people. 

“Well-,” She paused her thinking for a moment, “Perhaps.” She added with a giggle, beginning their descent towards their next location. She hopped along with him, stealing his camera a few times to take pictures of places that he seemed less than interested in. It was alright. She could make her own picture book. He’d appreciate it one day. 

They stayed for some time, nibbling on various snacks and taking in the scenery until Billy was getting antsy about going to the water. Kim agreed with him, feeling like a layer of sweat had formed between her clothes and her skin. It was fairly hot for it being early spring. 

“Where should I change?” She asked him as she wiggled her way into the back of the car to grab her beach bag. It was pink, with a crocheted heart laced around the band. Rosemary had gifted the bag to her a few days ago. 

“In the car?” He questioned her with a raised eyebrow, grinning at the way her face blanched. She shook her head, knowing there was no way she could do it. Not with so many people near. She didn’t want anyone else to see herself naked. 

“No way,” She said quickly, “What if someone walks by?” She asked him seriously, eyes wide as she thought about how embarrassing it would be. 

“Then they’ll get a good view,” He said seriously, then laughed once he saw her expression, “Let’s go to this gas station.” He gestured towards his left, making her nod her head in agreement. That was much better than burning her bare bottom on his hot leather seats. 

She settled her clothes back over her bikini, not very keen on the idea of walking out in just that right now. She met Billy out there, buying a few snacks and drinks before they headed out towards the beach. 

She settled down first, stealing the spot underneath the umbrella as she pulled out her sunscreen. She had several bottles, just to ensure that she didn’t get burnt. She tugged her shirt off over her head, then removed her shorts next. Her clothes nearly dropped onto the sand as she glanced towards Billy. 

“What are you-,” Kim stalled, stumbling over her words as her face burned as if she had been outside in the sun for hours and hours, “Your-, uh. Swimming suit.” She squeaked out, unable to peel her eyes away from him. 

“What about it?” He looked at her curiously, eyebrow raised as the wind caught a hold of his blonde curls. His skin was golden as she blinked slowly, looking at the red material on his hips. It was tight enough just to dig in slightly, showing off his own curves. It showed off anything with how short and tight it was. Sort of like his briefs. A speedo. He was in a speedo and she suddenly couldn’t remember how to speak. 

“It’s nice.” She said at last, the image of him burned into her mind as she struggled to get the cap of her soda off. She pressed it up against her lips, taking several large gulps until her throat no longer felt dry. It did nothing to diminish the burning in her gut. 

“Mhm,” He spoke proudly, resting his hands on his hips as she averted her eyes anywhere but at his strong legs and strong chest, “Let me put sunscreen on you.” He smirked as he took the bottle, then twisted her around so her back was facing him. 

“Okay,” She squeaked out, her tongue still numb as she continued to sip on her soda, “Being burned by the sun hurts.” She replied awkwardly, suddenly unable to make conversation. She wrinkled her features together, angry at the hold he had on her. 

“It does,” He said in agreement as he rubbed the sunscreen against his palms before he began to smother it over her skin, “You’re like a ghost.” He teased her as he dug his fingertips lightly into her skin, massaging the lotion all over her. She felt her breath hitch as he neared the straps of her bikini, the curve of her hips. 

“I am?” She asked him, blinking at her dumb question. She already knew the truth to that. She gulped harshly as he brought his hands across her neck, then smoothed it down her collarbone. 

“Pretty pale,” He nodded his head in agreement, “Very dangerous in the sun.” He mumbled against her ear before he kissed her cheek. He turned, facing her this time as he began to rub sunscreen down her arms. He worked on her face then, chuckling at the way he smeared it onto her cheeks and forehead. 

“You need to put it on there too?” She asked, a little embarrassed as he began to rub the sunscreen over where her boobs were exposed. He took his time near her chest, as if it was any paler than the rest of her body. 

“I’m just making sure none of you gets burned,” He said with a smirk, “Like you said, it hurts.” He sent her sly wink, making butterflies form deep within her stomach. She bit back her giggle, observing the way he was staring at her chest a little too harshly. 

“Uh huh,” She replied in amusement, “Get your hands out of there, mister.” She told him playfully as she swatted at his hands, taking over the sunscreen duties as she began to rub herself down.

“You’re no fun,” He said with a laugh, taking a little bit in his hands and sparsely rubbing it over himself. She shook her head, hoping that he didn’t burn himself either, “I could've done that.” He protested, watching the way she bent over to rub it into her legs.

“Uh huh,” She said as she peered up at him, “Just so you can rub at my butt? I’m onto you.” She told him playfully as she tossed the bottle onto the chair once again. She pulled at the bands of her bikini bottoms, keeping them in place as she began to walk towards the water. 

“Smile,” He told her, holding the camera up to his face as she stalled her movements. She turned to face him again, smiling brightly as he took a picture, “You look really pretty.” He said a second later, looking proud as he pulled the photo free. 

“Take one of us together,” She said quickly, “I mean, please.” She added a second later, not wanting to seem too demanding. He chuckled as he pulled her towards him, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. 

“Only because you asked nicely.” He teased her as he held up the camera towards them, taking a quick photo. She leaned against him, humming in approval at how they looked. He was handsome. Too handsome for his own good. 

She savored the feeling of the sand between her toes, wincing a bit as she stepped over shells and into the cold water. She paused for a moment, eyes widening at the way Billy easily jumped on in. Her skin prickled with goosebumps despite the hot sun as she did her best to acclimate to the chilly waves.

She swam up next to him, wrinkling her features up as a gasp left her lips. He was already under water, his hair wet as the waves gently rolled over them. She brought her wet hand up to her nose, tasting some of the salt before she dunked herself into the water. 

“The water is really nice,” She said as she pushed her red hair from her face, “Lots of people though.” She responded as she bounced on the tips of her toes, rolling with the waves. She glanced around, trying to count how many kites were in the sky. There must be a lot of kids here today. 

“Spring break,” He said simply, “Lots of idiots.” He grumbled as he gripped the back of her thighs, lifting her up with the next wave. She giggled as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders after she linked her ankles behind his waist. 

“Do you think someone will steal our stuff?” She asked as she held onto him, standing taller as she looked out towards their spot. He wiggled his fingers underneath the bands of her bikini bottoms.

“I’ll chase them down.” He said simply, grinning widely as another wave moved over them. She thought about it for a moment, picturing his angry face and his hardened muscles. Then she thought of the speedo he had on. 

“In your speedo?” She said with a giggle, “I’m sorry. Your butt would be shaking so much.” SHe covered her mouth, then squealed as he tossed her back into the water. She went underneath the wave, coming up with a gasp before she laughed harder. 

“My butt does not shake.” He said in defense of himself, shaking his head like it wasn’t possible. She grinned, knowing that he had to jump just to get his pants on over his hips. 

“You have a bubble butt,” She confirmed as she cupped his chin, “It shakes all the time.” She grinned as she swapped a salty kiss with him, making him laugh as he held onto her sides.

“I’m trying to even out my tan lines.” He protested as he pulled away, shaking his head like she didn’t understand. She grinned as she nudged her nose towards his.

“Trust me,” She whispered softly, “I am not complaining about what I see.” She told him truthfully, smirking as she oh so softly grazed her thigh across the front of his speedo. She stayed near for just a moment to watch his eyes widen before she began to swim away from him.

They raced back and forth, but he always caught her before she got too far. And he always ended up getting away with her because of how far out he’d swim. She didn’t mind the ocean and she was a fairly strong swimmer, but she refused to go too deep in case she wasn’t too strong to go to the shore. 

“Where are you going?” He asked her, several feet in front of her as she began to swim backwards. It was her turn to catch him, but there was no way she could reach him. Each time she thought he’d stop he went further and further. She was sure she’d never been out this far before. 

“Too deep!” She shouted as she swam back towards the shore, suddenly overcome with the thought that she may drift off deep into the ocean, “I don’t like it when I can’t touch.” She told him seriously, glancing over her shoulder to where he was still bobbing in the water. 

“It’s better when you can’t touch!” He shouted after her, but she quickly disagreed with that. It was not better, especially if you couldn’t see what was below you. She was fascinated with sea creatures, but she also didn’t want to get yanked down by anything either. 

“Maybe for you,” She added, turning and bobbing on the tips of her toes as the waves rushed over her, “But I think it’s safer right here.” She grinned as she waved towards him, watching the way he moved his strong arms to get back to her. She looked around, wondering if he should’ve brought his surfboard with him.

“I can’t believe you chickened out,” He told her playfully as he pushed his wet hair from his face, “It’s not even bad out there.” He gestured back towards it, but she quickly shook her head. She thought about a lifejacket, but then feared that would only drag her further out into the sea. 

“You say that until monster fish bite at your toes.” She told him seriously, fully aware that it could happen at any spot in the water. His lips curled up into a smile, his nose fresh with a new splash of freckles. 

“Do you think there’s any monster fish here?” He teased her as he moved a little closer to her, “I’d hate for you to die by one of them.” He nodded his head along, pouting out his bottom lip in a mocking way.

“Not funny,” She told him as she began to slowly swim away once again, “And with that-, I think it’s time to read.” She said with a giggle, already feeling like her fingertips were shriveled up from how long they’d been in the water. 

Billy beat her back to the shoreline, even though she took long strides to try and beat him towards the chairs. She decided she’d let him win this time, as she felt momentarily blind from how bright the sand looked as the sun blazed down against it. 

“Can you put more sunscreen on me?” She asked him once she was done scrubbing down her front half and had scrubbed her skin dry. He looked at her curiously as he pushed his sunglasses up over his forehead. 

“More?”

“I will be crispy if I don’t,” She told him, “You need more too.” She told him seriously, sure that he would burn if he sat out in the sun for so long. He shifted forward as he began to rub the cool lotion against her back once again. 

“I’m fine.” He grumbled once he was done with her back and neck. She put some more sunscreen on her hands, fully prepared to straddle him and force it on him if she had to. 

“Until your skin is stiff and burnt,” She told him as she turned to face him, “Just a little bit.” She nodded her head, earning a huff from him but finally able to rub him down this time. He’d thank her once his skin was fine. 

She curled up under the umbrella for some time later, seeping in the shadows rather than the hot sun as he soaked in the rays. She flipped through her book, losing herself into the words while he trapped his ears underneath loud melodies. 

They went back and forth between the water and setting out on the sand, lounging until the sun began to dip behind the crashing waters. They redressed in search of some dinner to eat. 

“What do you think is in the water?” She asked as she bent over the railing, “Just fish or do you think there’s any sharks? Dolphins? I bet there’s jellyfish too.” She spoke more to herself, trying to think of all the native marine life she’d read about. 

“They do usually live in the water,” He said with a laugh, “Maybe some starfish too.” He winked towards her, making her grin as she watched the way the waves crashed against the wood. 

“You can’t see any of them from up here.” She explained herself as she looked down, wondering what it would be like to see water that’s so clear. She was sure it was pretty. 

“You want to swim with the dolphins?” He questioned her as he rested his chin against his cheek, apparently more taken with watching her than the water. She smiled as she turned towards him. 

“No,” She answered a second later, “That would mean getting back into deep water.” She giggled softly as she turned away, reaching a hand out to grip his as they walked towards the restaurant that was resting back towards the front of the pier. 

“And here I thought you could swim.” He teased her, swinging their hands high into the air as they approached the building. She shook her head. 

“I can swim,” She defended herself, “But I’d prefer to do it in the pool. Or where I can see what I’m swimming with. And so the ocean doesn’t sweep me away.” She added as she recounted her fears, making him  chuckle as he pulled the door open for her. 

They were lucky enough to get a window seat, something close enough that let them look out into the darkening waves. She liked how it looked at night. It was relaxing. 

“This looks nice,” She said as she peeped out the window of the restaurant. She could see the bottom of the pier from here, people walking with fishing poles in their hands, “You don’t ever go fishing anymore.” She stated suddenly, thinking about how he used to do it quite a bit. She supposed she could blame it on the change in location, but plenty of people fished in ponds at Hawkins too. 

“It’s not that fun,” He replied as he passed his lemon off of his cup to her, “I like sitting on the boat better.” She nodded her head as she reached for the salt, sprinkling it all over the lemon as she brought it towards her lips. 

“I’ve never been on a boat,” She drew out slowly as she bit down on the piece of lemon, inviting the sour taste that filled her senses, “Does it make you sick?” She asked, pausing for a second before she sucked the rest of the juice from the lemon. He winced as he watched her, but she was unbothered by the taste. 

“I don’t get sick,” He said with a shrug of his shoulders, “I like the way the boat moves. Then when you get off it’s almost like you still stumble to walk around. I don’t know.” He spoke with a hint of a smile, like he was reminiscing about it. 

“I bet it’s pretty out there,” She mentioned as she thought about it, “Did you ever see anything when you were that far out?” She asked him curiously as she held the menu up again, trying to decide what sounded the best. 

“Just your usual sea creatures,” He said with a smile, “No kraken’s. Sam told me about that before we left.” He explained, apparently noticing the confused look in her eye. She felt a smile tug onto her mouth, not bothering to ask when they had discussed this. It was good. 

“Of course he would,” She said with a giggle, “Sounds like something he’d do.” She told him as she shook her head, sure that it was something he had found to interest Max when she was little. She sighed softly, thinking about how much she missed her sister. Max would’ve liked coming out today just to beachcomb. 

“What do you want?” Billy asked her instead, his eyes soft like he knew what she was thinking about. She shifted in her chair, sitting up a little straighter as she cleared her throat. She was fine. Max wasn’t really that far away. 

“Shrimp pasta,” She said with a smile, “I really want the ice cream brownie dessert though.” She replied as she pointed towards the picture, thinking that it looked extra good. 

“Only if you get a vegetable,” He responded, making her grumble. She wouldn’t even be hungry by the time dessert rolled around if that was the case, “I’ll share it with you.” He added urgently, making her smile as she nodded her head. A compromise was a good solution. 

“What about this cheese plate thing,” She said as she pointed towards the picture, “It says fresh vegetables too.” She pointed out, watching the way he swayed his head back and forth as he debated about it.

“Fine,” He said, “But next time you’re getting it with your pasta.” He said as he held his finger out, pointing towards her playfully. She didn’t quite think about her actions before she leaned forward and gently bit down on his finger, making him startle in response.

“Uh,” The waiter’s voice broke her away from him, making her face burn several deep shades as Billy snorted. She slumped into her chair, suddenly wishing she could melt into the ground, “What can I get for you two?”

“She wanted the Shrimp fettuccine,” Billy said as he scratched at the side of his face, then moved his elbow to his face to cover up his laugh, “And I wanted the mussels with the tomatoes.” He coughed once again, snickering before he repeated their appetizer and dessert. Kim brought her hands over to her face, groaning softly until the waiter left.

“God,” She whined as she shook her head, “That was terrible.” She whispered, just as horrified at how fast their appetizer came out. She couldn’t even look their waiter in the eye again. 

“S’fine,” Billy was still smiling, laughing to himself as he picked up a piece of celery and put it in his mouth, “Serves you right.” He teased her once again, making her scoff as she straightened her shoulders once again. 

“What are mussels?” She asked him, unable to help herself as her nose curled up. She was sure she had heard of them before, but she didn’t necessarily understand what they were. 

“You’ll like them,” He said as he shook his head, “Try this.” He held up a brown oval shaped object up to her eyes. She observed it curiously. 

“What is it?” She asked him, not quite trusting him. He’d probably feed her snails without her knowing. 

“Just try it.” He said as he pushed it up towards her mouth again. She wrinkled her top lip up, shaking her head. 

“I don’t wanna.”

“Just take a bite,” He replied in a sterner manner, “It’s really good.” He furrowed his eyebrows together, his eyes intense as he watched her. She knew that he wouldn’t back down until she tried it. 

“It looks funny.” She pouted out her bottom lip, whining as she playfully kicked her feet against the floor. He stared at her unamused. She suddenly felt bad for their future children, hoping that none of them would be picky. 

“Don’t be a child,” He said seriously, “It’s just an olive. Take a bite.” He told her as he wiggled it in front of her face. She sighed as she finally gave in, leaning forward as he popped the object into her mouth. 

“Oh,” She replied as she took a bite, noting how much saltier it was, “Are you sure that’s an olive?” She asked him curiously as she chewed on it, impressed with how good it was. She reached for the other one, only for him to take it and pop it in his mouth. 

“Positive.” He smirked at her as he chewed on it, making her laugh at how quick he was to steal it from her. 

“It’s pretty good.” She narrowed her eyes playfully, observing the way he dipped his vegetables into the ranch and then brought it back up to his mouth. 

“You should try the rest of it,” He said as he held a carrot up, “C’mon.” She rolled her eyes playfully as she took the carrot, chewing down on it. She didn’t mind carrots, not at all.

Dinner was really good and despite feeling so full, Kim ate every little bit that was on her plate. Billy teased her about it, but good food was good food. And they hadn’t eaten anything since breakfast. Not to mention swimming had been quite the workout. 

“We should get souvenirs,” She declared as they walked out hand in hand, “It would be fun.” She said, peeking at the shops that were still open in the dark. It wasn’t that late, but they had spent some time just sitting by the water. Just listening to the waves crashing against the side of the pier as he finished his smoke and spoke of how he wanted to learn to play the piano when he was little. 

“You just want to go shopping.” He teased her, his hair framing his face nicely from being out in the water. She thought that this was really where he belonged. He seemed a lot happier here. Right now. 

“You’re right,” She said with a nod of her head, “Shopping is fun.” She brushed her shoulder against him, fully intent with telling him the truth. He smiled as he dipped his mouth down towards her, dragging his lips against hers softly. 

Her heart beat slowly inside of her chest, a steady rhythm that matched the beat of his mouth on hers. He held his palms against her cheeks, holding her close as he moved he continually kissed at her soft lips.

“Shopping first,” She whispered softly, giggling at the way he groaned as pressed his lips against her once more, “Then we can go back.” She said as she moved her hands down, gripping his butt playfully.

“Hands to yourself,” He pushed her away playfully, smiling before he kissed both of her hands, “C’mon.” He told her as he brought her forward, looking like he was ready to get this over with.

They bustled from store to store, inspecting each thing as she tried to decide what everyone would like. She held her hands on her hips, sticking her lips out as she stood in front of a rack of colorful shirts. 

“Do you think Max would like this?” She asked as she held up a bright orange one, trying to find something that would match her style. Max was still hard to shop for. 

“Honestly?” Billy asked as he looked at the shirt, wrinkling his mouth up in a way that let her know that she was far off. She nodded her head as she glanced back at the shirt. 

“Preferably.” 

“No,” He replied with a chuckle, “Maybe something like this.” He moved a few racks over, grabbing a blue one that wasn’t quite as bright. It was more subtle, not as intense as the orange. 

“Oh,” She said as she looked at it thoughtfully, “It’s pretty.” She told him seriously as she looked at it, trying to find which size would fit Max better.

“Pretty?” Billy asked with a laugh, looking like he regretted what he had said. She smiled triumphantly as she found the right size and tucked it into the crook of her arm. 

“In Max’s own taste,” She said with a smile, “And I guess yours. And Russell’s.” She added to the list as she furrowed her eyebrows together. Although, in a way it really didn’t match Billy’s taste. He dressed fairly formally in comparison to the other two. 

“You’re hilarious.” He said dryly as he shook his head, shoving his hands into his pockets as she made her way around the store again. She had noticed that Billy went slowly; section by section. She was disorganized. She went by whatever caught her eye first, even if it was across the room. 

“Feel free to tell me I’m right whenever you want.” She teased him, speaking in a sing-song way as she looked at the little snowglobes. She wondered if Susan would like one, as she used to collect them when she was little. 

“Sassy,” He grinned as he slipped his palm against the curve of her ass, “Are you going to get anything else?” He asked, watching the way the basket got growing more and more full. 

“I need a lot of gifts,” She said seriously with a nod of her head, “Addi and Gina. Mom, dad, Rosemary and Russell. And I better get something for Steve and Tommy if I’m getting something for Gina. And what about Jenn-?” She continued on, beginning to think about Lucas and Eddie as well. And Wayne. She didn’t want to leave anyone out. 

“We’re two hours away,” Billy stopped her by holding his hand up, “I don’t think you need to get everyone we know a present.” He chuckled as he stalled her thoughts, making her pout her lips out. She didn’t want to be rude and seem like she forgot someone. 

He finally managed to convince her just to get little things, despite the fact that she thought everyone should get something nice. Her bottom was slightly raw by the time they were done, as he kept smacking her skin playfully to get a move on. 

“We’re really going to a sex shop?” She squeaked as she held her bag to her chest, following him into his pick. He grinned as he turned towards her, obviously satisfied with her reaction. 

“Why not?” He asked playfully, acting like it was no big deal as he held the door open for her. The music was loud, the light slightly dim as a bunch of people bustled by them. 

“I don’t know,” She responded with a flushed expression, “There’s a lot of people in here.” She observed underneath her breath, surprised at the crowd. People must be freaky here. 

“It’s popular.” He said with a shrug of his shoulders as he walked forward, their fingers linked as they began the slow walk around. She grabbed a few dick shaped lollipops, simply because she wanted something sweet to snack on. That didn’t stop him from teasing her. 

“What are we looking for?” She asked him seriously, unsure of what else they’d need to bring to their bedroom. Then again, there were apparently a lot of things she hadn’t considered.

“Whatever you see.” He said as he stopped at a wall filled with a ton of different colored and shaped penises. She felt her cheeks prickling as she took a few steps to the side, her eyes widening a little bit as he picked up a rather large one. He was really funny if he thought that was going anywhere near her. 

She distracted herself with a set of innocent looking vibrators, specifically a neon pink one as she picked it up. It was odd, almost shaped like a dildo but not quite. It was missing the balls on it she realized the more that she observed it. 

“What did you find?” He asked as he peeped at it, “A vibrator?” He asked as he raised an eyebrow, smiling like he was excited. She looked at the back, getting a clear picture of it at last. 

“Yeah but you need this belt thing with it.” She said as she pointed towards the picture, unsure of why you’d need it. It took another moment to realize that someone was wearing it. 

“Oh,” He stalled for a moment, “Oh we don’t need that one.” He shook his head as he took it gently from her hands and hung it back onto the wall. She tilted her head as she peered at it. 

“Why?” She turned towards him this time, wondering why they didn’t need that one. Perhaps that was the one that she really wanted. 

“It’s uh a strap.” He said as he moved her further down the aisle again, gesturing back towards the dildos. She glanced over at the pink one, fairly sure that it could be used in the same manner. And it would be the right size. 

“What’s the difference?” She asked him, wondering if it had something to do with it being so flat at the bottom. Billy huffed as he glanced around, almost like he was embarrassed to say it. 

“Someone who doesn’t have a dick wears it.” He explained underneath his breath, shaking his head before he turned towards her. She processed it for a moment before she raised her eyebrows, her lips parting as the truth rushed over her. 

“I see,” She squeaked out in embarrassment, “But I could actually wear it?” She surprised herself by her own question, resting her hands on her waist as she thought about it. She tilted her head a little bit, staring at the curve of his ass. He glanced back and forth before he turned to face her fully. 

“Wishful thinking,” He replied with a laugh, “You’re doing too much now. Come on.” He replied as he tugged her away, leaving her grumbling as he tugged her along. No fair at all. 

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“How’s everything going? Is the hotel nice? Are you being safe?” Rosemary repeated the same questions as yesterday as Kim sprawled out on the bed. She was freshly showered and shaved, watching as some movie flashed on the screen. 

“It’s going good,” Kim answered as she glanced towards where Billy was wrapping his towel around his waist. She gulped hard, trying to ignore the way her body squirmed in response, “Everything is safe and the hotel is very nice.”

“That’s good to hear,” Rosemary responded over the line, “That dress shop called back. They said they could work on that design?” She added sweetly, leaving Kim a little excited at her words. Billy had spoken about prom more than once, she felt like it was safe enough to actually get one. 

“Really?” She sat up a bit in excitement, “In that color?” She smiled as she thought about the soft pink, how she was sure it would match her tone nicely. Billy turned towards her curiously, tilting his head like he wanted to know. 

“Yes in the pink,” She laughed as Kim felt her heart thumping in joy, “I thought we could go up once you’re back.” She suggested, making Kim nod her head in agreement. She would enjoy having someone go with her. 

“I’d really like that,” Kim grinned as she turned towards Billy, “Here’s Billy.” She added as she handed the phone to him as he crawled over the bed. He rested on his stomach, for a moment before he rolled onto his back and rested his head onto her lap as he spoke on the phone.

She opened one of the suckers, licking on it while he continued to talk on the phone. She used her other hand to brush through his blonde curls, distracting herself with the movie as he recounted what they had done today in the quickest way possible. 

He laid there for a little bit after, once Rosemary was satisfied with them being fine and the movie hummed in the background. Kim was beginning to wonder if he’d fall asleep as the night turned late and his eyes fluttered while she played with his hair. 

“Why don’t you be in control tonight?” He asked her, opening his eyes and taking her by surprise. She stuttered for a moment as he sat up, looking pleased with his suggestion. 

“Mhm?” She asked, her tongue stalling mid lick across her sucker. She watched the way his lips curled up into a smirk, how his eyes grazed over her body. She parted her lips, trying to make sense of what he really wanted. 

“You take the lead,” He replied as he smacked her thigh, giving her a firm squeeze, “You have before.” He mumbled as he leaned down, brushing his lips across her thighs. She had more freckles than usual, a gift from being out in the sun for so long. And just some slight redness against the back of her shoulders. 

“I guess,” She stammered out, face red as she suddenly felt on the spot, “What do you want me to do?” She asked him with wide eyes, staring at the assortment of toys that they’d already unwrapped and looked at. He thought it was fairly funny to wiggle the dildo in her face, even though she threatened to bite it. She was really fascinated with the ring that she was supposed to put around him, even though he grumbled about it. 

“Whatever you want.” He said, making her yelp as he bit down on her thigh. She sat up a little bit, chewing on her bottom lip as she felt a rush of pleasure go through her body. 

“Okay,” She gulped hard, trying to find her confidence as she put her sucker down on the wrapper. For later, “Take off your clothes.” She squeaked out, trying to ignore the way her neck felt hot and prickly.

“And if I say no?” He asked, raising his eyebrow as he teased her. She watched him for a moment, trying to figure out where he was going with this. 

“Um,” She blinked as she looked up at him curiously, “Please.” She said, wrinkling her eyebrows together as she winced. She thought of the tone he took with her, the words that he used. She could do this. She just had to step into his shoes. 

“That’s what you’re going with?” He asked, “Please?” He asked dryly, almost looking bored as he sat up on his knees. She narrowed her eyes, trying to show him that she meant business. She sat up fully this time. 

“Take your clothes off,” She said more sternly, furrowing her eyebrows together at how odd her tone sounded rolling off of her tongue, “Now.” Her heart increased in her chest, beating harshly at the way he gripped her knees and slowly bent down to face her.

His face was close to her, near enough that she could taste the mint on his tongue. His eyes were already hazy, filled with lust as he squeezed at her flesh. She gulped hard, nearly forgetting how to breathe. 

“Make me.” He whispered to her, tone snarky and features wrinkled in amusement as he stared her down. She observed him for a moment, feeling the thick tension between them as she searched his features. She wasn’t sure what he wanted from her. She didn’t think she was strong enough to pull him down or to push him down on the bed when he was watching her so closely. And she certainly wasn’t comfortable being that rough with him. 

She leaned forward, pressing her lips against his to catch him off guard. She kissed him sensually, slowly to distract him. He moved his lips a little too urgently at first, making her pull away. She watched the emotions swim within his eyes before she brought her lips against his again.

He let her take the lead, although she could feel him twitching in anticipation against her. She decided to draw it out, to slowly prod her tongue against his mouth before she pulled away once again. She kissed him until his lips were swollen, until he was groaning as she bit down on his bottom lip. 

She brought her hands against his waist, holding onto him as he flicked his tongue against hers. She slid them together, drooling into his mouth before she linked her ankle between his and flipped him over.

She giggled, almost knocking her head against his as she straddled his lap. He looked up at her eagerly, blue eyes wide and cheeks flushed as he moved his hands against her waist. 

“Mhm,” She pushed his hands away playfully, giving him a knowing look as she stared down at him, “No touching. You didn’t do what I asked.” She pointed out, making a show of rolling her hips slowly. He stared at her, his bulge pressing against her ass as he narrowed his eyes at her. 

“Which was?” He asked her, his voice raspy as he tilted his head. She grinned as she ran her fingers down his arms, reminding him that she was fully able to touch him. 

“Take off your clothes,” She reminded him as she settled back off of his lap, “Slowly.” She added as she watched him stand back up, his hair a little disheveled as he watched her for the longest moment. 

He took his time in pulling his wife beater over his head, exposing his firm muscles and toned body. She drifted her eyes down until she caught her name on his skin, feeling a little triumphant that he thought enough of her to put her name on his skin.

He tugged his pants down next, slowly just as she had asked. She giggled once he threw them at her face, quickly pulling them away to reveal the cute little grin on his lips. A brat. 

“Wait,” She grinned as she pressed her foot up against his bulge slowly, feeling confidence shoot through her at the way he groaned and jerked his hips forward, “Keep those on.” She told him, watching the way his eyes snapped towards her. 

“What?” He asked, furrowing his eyebrows like he hadn’t heard her right. She grinned as she continued to rub her foot against his hardening cock, enjoying the way he pressed up against her. 

“You can’t be that excited already,” She teased him, eyes flickering over the slight irritation on his features, “I can stop.” She added as she pulled her foot away, watching the way he laid himself back onto the bed. She crawled up his torso slowly, tilting her head as she peered down at his pouting features. 

“You haven’t even started.” He mumbled in frustration, huffing snarkily. Kim looked at him, not even thinking of her actions before she pushed her fingers past his lips. His blue eyes widened as he snapped his gaze up towards her, her fingers pressed softly against the top of his tongue.

She cocked an eyebrow, watching him expectantly as he slowly wrapped his lips fully around her two fingers. He flicked his tongue against them, sucking slowly as he coated her digits with his salvia.

“Such a good boy,” She cooed, staying still as he began to grind his bulge up against her. She kept her hips still, despite the desperate need to rub herself down against him, “I bet you like that, don’t you?” She giggled, enjoying the soft way he gagged as she pressed her fingers deeper into his mouth.

He shot her a look, full of irritation and annoyance. She felt her lips forming into a smirk, sort of liking the attitude that came from him. He looked bratty in this position, with her fingers stuffed into his mouth and his drool sliding down his chin. It excited her. 

She yelped at the feeling of his teeth coming down upon her fingers, nothing that hurt; but just enough to surprise her. She withdrew her fingers quickly, peering at how his lips curled back into a smirk. He was teasing her, testing her.

“That wasn’t very nice,” She pouted as he moved her hands towards his chest, listening to him grumble once again as she wiped her fingers dry against his warm skin, “You’re supposed to be good.” She reminded him.

“Well I’m not.” He barked back, clearly enjoying the little game as she pushed his hands away from her hips. She shifted up a bit, scooting the nightgown up over her torso. 

She took her time as she undressed herself, trying to ignore the way his eyes cut into her skin and flesh. She rested her hands against her thighs, peering down at the way lust flashed into his eyes. The longer he looked at her the more confidence she suddenly felt. 

“Hey,” She shook her head as she swatted his hands away from her hips once again, “You can’t touch me.” She told him as she shook her head, giving him another warning look. 

“Why not?” He huffed as he narrowed his eyes, pulling out his attitude once again. His lips were still partially swollen from where she’d kissed and nipped at his mouth. She thought about biting him a little harder, leaving a little mark to remind her of where she’d been. 

“Because you’re not being good,” She grinned as she parted his lips slowly with her fingers. She traced them softly, enjoying the sensation before she ducked her head down close to him. She puckered her lips together, pausing for just a second before she spit into his mouth, “Swallow.” She repeated his words back, her clit throbbing at the way he quickly obeyed her.

She traced her fingers across his neck after he gulped, listening to his soft sighs as he continued to rut up against the curve of her ass. She lowered her body slowly, sliding down the curve of his as she began to press soft kisses against his torso.

“Kim,” He mumbled as he clenched his fingers together into a fist and then released them, “Stop fucking around.” He said between clenched teeth, only making her move slower. 

“What was that?” She asked, taking full satisfaction in the way he groaned as she bit down on the skin around his nipple. He groaned loudly, making her stomach twist in pleasure at the pretty sound. 

“Please,” He spit out a second later, eyes wide as he sat up on his elbows. His hair stuck out a little more than usual, his skin flushed as he jerked his head towards her, “Need you so badly. Please touch me.”

“Where?” She asked softly as she sat up again, her eyes feeling heavy at the way he exhaled, “Here?” She mumbled underneath her breath as she brought her nails down across his obvious bulge, giggling at the way he snapped his hips up towards her.

“Uh huh,” He exhaled roughly, groaning as she continued to gently rub her fingertips across his hard cock. His moans sounded even prettier than usual, leaving her with a rush of pleasure that grew in the pit of her stomach, “Wanna feel that pretty pussy around my cock.”

“You do?” She asked him slowly, trying to pretend like his words didn’t have that much of an affect on her. She batted her eyelashes, dropping her lips as if she was bored. 

“Please,” He exhaled in exasperation, “Ride my cock.” He huffed at her, licking at his bottom lip. She tilted her head, deciding that it would be a shame to torture him for so long. 

“Okay,” She whispered softly, “Only because you asked so nicely.” She told him seriously, locking her eyes with his so he’d remember to be sweet about it. 

She rolled her hips slowly against him once again, giggling at the way he cried out before she began to tug his briefs down his hips. Just a bit. She sort of liked leaving him partially dressed for the time being. 

She watched the way his cock hit his skin, how his tip was red and angry. Precum was leaking down his cock, putting a lustful taste in her mouth. She took a deep breath, reminding herself that she could taste him later. That wasn’t what he really wanted right now. 

She wrapped her fingers around his cock, squeezing softly as she gave him one strong stroke. He moaned loudly, his fingers digging into the sheets as he rocked his hips forward eagerly. She pressed down against him with her free hand, shaking her head before she raised herself above his cock. She locked eyes with him, breathing in his pleasure as she sunk down along his thick girth. 

“Fuck,” He groaned as his head fell back against the bed, his eyes fluttering shut as he filled her to the brim, “Jesus Christ, Kim. You feel so good.” He spit out roughly, his whines rolling off of his tongue as his cock throbbed inside of her. 

“Yeah?” She breathed out raggedly, doing her best to keep her own pleasure under control. She wanted to savor the feeling of him squirming and whining underneath her. There was something about him sounding so out of breath, so in bliss that made her want to play with him that much more.

She moaned at the feeling of him stretching out her walls as she rolled her hips against the curve of his cock. She gripped onto his thighs for support, slowly angling herself until she felt his tip brushing against her bundle of nerves.

“Fuck me.” He grunted out as he pushed his hands through his long curls, fisting his hair softly as she kept the same deep but slow manner. She wasn’t quite doing it in the usual way he liked, but that didn’t matter to her at the moment. Not when his cock was hitting all of the right places, “That’s it. Make yourself feel good.” He replied hazily, his eyes meeting hers as he snaked his hand up between her thighs.

She knew she should shove his hands away again, make a point that he shouldn’t be allowed to touch her. But she couldn’t bring herself to say it. Especially not as his thumb fell to her clit, rubbing in deep circles in just the way she liked.

“Oh God,” She whined, trying to keep herself in control as she began to bounce a little harder against his cock. He snapped his hips up with her movements, grunting as his balls smacked against her skin, “Such a good boy for me. So good.” She repeated, not sure of what else to say as he continued to play with her clit.

A burning sense of pleasure spread through her, her cunt leaking around his fat girth  as she felt her thighs threatening to clamp shut. Pleasure coiled deep in her stomach, spreading through her body like wildfire as the sounds of their bodies meeting filled the room.

Billy still sounded desperate underneath her, his groans deep and loud as he brought his gaze back down at where their bodies met. It was like he was fascinated with the way her cunt was squeezing him, at how she was able to rock against his cock to meet her own pleasure.

“Fuck, fuck,” He hissed out, sitting up a bit as he furrowed his eyebrows together, “You gonna use my cock? Get yourself off?” He questioned as desire pooled into his blue eyes, his question sending a fresh wave of bliss through her body.

“Uh huh,” She gaped as the tip of his cock pressed deep inside of her, hitting her g-spot as she began to rut against him, “S’mine to use? Can I use my big brother’s cock?” She whined as she brought one hand up to her chest, pinching one of her pink nipples between her fingers. 

His expression turned carnal, his lips parting as loud grunts fell repeatedly from his tongue. She pressed her other hand over his, bringing his fingers down harder against her clit as she felt her high approaching. A whine formed in the back of her throat, growing louder as she kept the same continuous pace.

“Use me,” He spit out, looking desperate as he continued to snap his eyes around. He stared at her cunt, her tits and then up towards her face. It was like he couldn’t decide where he wanted to look at more, “Make yourself cum. You can do it.” He encouraged, his words spurring her on.

She cried out, furrowing her eyebrows together as the waves of pleasure crashed over her in an unbearable way. Everything felt heavy, far too tight as she was sure stopped breathing for a moment. Her cunt clamped down his cock, squeezing him roughly as she came with a loud cry.

She couldn’t stop moaning, whimpering as her hips shook uncontrollably. Her whole body felt as if she had been lit on fire, the pleasure coursing so roughly through her that she swore she nearly forgot how to speak. All that mattered was the feeling of bliss, of pleasure.

She fell forward for a moment, breathing heavily near Billy’s head as he gripped a hold of her waist for the first time. He huffed deeply as he began to rut himself into her, chasing his own high. She moaned at the sensation, enjoying it for just a moment before she pressed a hand against his chest to stop him.

He stared up at her, looking at her in disbelief as she slowly pulled herself free from his cock. He slid out slowly, her pussy screaming in protest at the loss of contact. She enjoyed the way he filled her, but she didn’t want him to cum inside of her. Not today.

She giggled as she nestled herself between his legs, ignoring the way he huffed and protested as she squeezed at his knees. He was being whiny for no reason. She’d treat him well, he just had to be patient.

She put her fingers around his girth, slowly beginning to stroke her slick along the curve of his cock. Her eyes widened in surprise at the sound that came from his lips. Whines. He was whining. It was a sound she had never quite heard before from him. His sounds were pitchy, full of want and need.

“Oh,” She giggled softly as she moved a hand up to tuck her hair behind her ears, “That must feel good, huh?” She asked, tilting her head mockingly as he pressed his heels into the mattress and began to jerk up into her fist.

“So fucking good,” He crooned, his thick eyelashes flickering as he licked his bottom lip, “More. Want more.” He breathed out, making her heart hammer in anticipation as she nodded her head in agreement. She would give him whatever he wanted.

“Are you going to be good for me?” She asked playfully once again, taking his lazy nod as an answer for just this one time. She struggled for a moment before she managed to drag his briefs down the curve of his thick legs. 

She moved back up towards his slick cock, enjoying the sounds that fell free from his mouth as she began to kiss across his skin. She inhaled the smell of his musk, of his cologne as she dragged her lips across his soft tuft of hair. 

She flicked her tongue across his balls, making him groan as she traced soft shapes into his skin. She teasingly squeezed at the base of his cock, grinning at the way he rolled his hips forward to meet her movements. 

“Kim,” He warned softly, looking rather frustrated, “C’mon. I need you.” He spit out, looking desperate in a whole new sense. She was enjoying herself a little too much. 

“Mhm?” She mumbled as she kissed his balls softly, blinking up towards him, “Just relax. I’m trying to spoil you.” She said with a grin, fully teasing him as she slowly stroked his cock in her hand. He sighed blissfully, his hands moving near where she was resting. 

She kissed along his inner thighs again, making him groan as she squeezed her fingers around his girth a little tighter. He fought the urge to fuck up into her hand, his cock throbbing in desperation as she continued to pepper kisses along his balls. 

She bit down on his thigh, making him cry out from the sensation. She enjoyed it quite a bite as she glanced up towards him, trying to freeze the picture of him in her mind. She thought about recording this part of him, but then decided that he wouldn’t go along with it. She knew that she wouldn’t be patient enough to set it up either. 

She continued to suck on his balls, kissing lower and lower as she slowly stroked his cock. She liked feeling him squirm underneath her, but enjoyed his sounds even more. He kept drifting his hands towards her, like he was desperate to grip a hold of her hair. 

She moved her hands from his cock, earning a sigh of irritation from him as she pressed his legs further apart. She took his frustration as her chance to act, leaning forward to kiss his puckered hole. 

He jerked in surprise, but she took the time to slowly lick around his rim. The look on his face almost made her giggle as she repeated the motions, practicing the same movements he did to her. 

She curled her tongue deep into him, gripping the back of his thighs as his warm balls fell against her nose. She moaned at the taste of him, overwhelmed with how he felt as she licked at his walls. 

“Jesus,” He whined, moving his hand down to lazily stroke at his cock as she continued to lick and prod at his hole, “God, right there.” He was like putty in her hands, shivering like he hadn’t felt something like this before. 

“Taking me so good,” She teased as she pressed a finger against his rim, watching him closely before she slid it inside of him, “So good for me.” She mumbled as she dragged her lips across his balls, not missing the way his cock twitched in anticipation. 

“You’re such a brat,” He huffed hard enough that he blew his blonde hair from his forehead, but his lips still parted in pleasure, “You’ll get it later.”

“Was that a threat?” She teased as she slid another finger inside of him, sure that she sounded as excited as she felt. She resisted the urge to rut down against the mattress, her clit throbbing again as pleasure filled her body once again. 

He sighed at the sensation, rolling his hips slowly as he adjusted to the feeling of her fingers inside of him. He was apparently too distracted to respond snarkily to her this time, too focused on the feeling of her fingers inside of him. She stalled her movements, keeping a close eye on him before she leaned forward to press a kiss against the corners of his lips.

Billy flickered his eyes open for just a moment before he kissed her deeply, his mouth moving in unison with hers as she rocked her fingers into him. She pressed herself against the back of his thigh, stretching him out a little bit as he flicked his tongue against her mouth. 

“Jesus,” He groaned, his cock throbbing at the way she curled her fingers deep inside of him. She lazily stroked at his cock as she pressed her fingers against his walls, searching for that spongy spot inside of him, “Right there. Fuck, don’t stop.”

“Doing so good for me,” She praised him, watching the way his skin burned brighter, “You look so pretty around me.” She teased as she continued to curl her fingers, watching the way he stretched around her fingers. 

“Kim,” He exhaled roughly, a wild look in his eyes, “More. I need more.” He said desperately, his eyes wide as he continued to grind down against her. She twisted her lips up, thinking that he could beg just a little more. 

“I can add another-,” 

“No,” He breathed out as he shook his head, “Deeper. I need you deeper.” He spit out, his cock twitching in response. She blinked slowly, staring at him for a moment before she looked at where her fingers were already buried as far as they’d go. 

“My fingers aren’t that long,” She apologized, “This is as deep as I can go.” She said sheepishly, wanting to please him but not quite sure of how to do it. 

He huffed as he moved around, like he was trying to angle himself better as she rutted her fingers deep into him. She searched for the spongy spot inside of him, that made his eyes roll back and his body twitch. It was like she couldn’t reach it this time. 

“The toy,” He said suddenly, nearly snapping as he opened her eyes towards her again, “Please.” He whispered out as he turned embarrassed, like he hated that he was asking her that. She felt excitement pool into her chest. 

“Are you sure?” She asked as she slowly removed her fingers, earning a mewl from him. He looked frustrated beyond compare, something that she had only seen when he hadn’t been able to cum. 

“Kim,” He exhaled, “Don’t make me beg.” He told her seriously, although she thought it would be nice if he begged. Regardless, she thought that she would reward him. This was a big step for him and she wouldn’t punish him for it. Not when she wanted it just as badly. 

“Good boys beg,” She told him softly as she brought the fake cock up against his own, listening to the moan that fell from his lips before she lubed the toy up, “How bad do you want it?”

“So badly,” He whined as she dragged the tip against his balls, “Please. Give it to me, Kim.” His eyes held onto her gaze for the longest time, looking serious as she swirled the tip of the toy around his rim once again. 

The toy was much thicker than her two fingers, even than three of them. She sat on her knees between his legs, pushing them apart a little further to give her better access. She certainly didn’t want to hurt him. She’d go slow, make him feel good and have him fall apart underneath her. 

He exhaled, then fell silent as she pushed the toy into him. She turned her gaze up towards him, noting the way he furrowed his eyebrows together. She leaned up across his body, her nipples grazing over his skin while she pressed her lips against his face slowly.

She moved the cock inside of him slowly; inch by inch as she did her best to distract him by kissing over his warm skin. She focused on the liter of freckles across his nose as she slowly dragged her palm across his cock, making him twitch in anticipation. 

“Hold on,” He spit out as he leaned down to grip her wrist, pausing her movements for a second, “S’wait just a minute.” He told her quickly, making her feel bad right away. She feared she was hurting him. 

“Sorry,” She whispered as she kissed his forehead repeatedly, “Do you want me to stop?” She asked, languidly stroking him to see if that helped him at all. He shook his head, resting back for a moment as she continued to pump him slowly in her hand. 

“No,” He exhaled as he jerked his hips up to meet the motions of her wrist, then fell further onto the toy, “S’okay now. I’m okay.” He whispered, flicking his tongue out towards her mouth. 

“Sure?” She asked him seriously, meeting his eye to make sure that this was something that he wanted. She couldn’t do it if he didn’t like it. His gaze turned hungry again, needy in a whole different manner than she was used to. 

“Mhm,” He groaned for the first time, making her ears twitch once again, “Move.” He demanded fiercer this time, his eyes gleaming once again. She settled herself back again, biting down to keep the butterflies in her chest from bursting free. She liked being the one to do this to him.

She pushed the fake cock inside of him, gripping the balls as she filled him to the brim. He cried out, his legs jerking higher in the air from the sensation. She grinned as she licked at his skin, trying to figure out a comfortable way to pump the toy into him while she stroked him in the same manner. 

She felt fascinated as she slowly pulled the toy out, then slid it back inside of him. He cried out all over again, his lips parting in pleasure as she fucked him with the fake cock. He looked pretty around it, sounded even better as his hands fell into fists within the sheets. She really wished they had gotten the toy at the shop. 

“Look at you,” She cooed, feeling brave as she spoke, “You’re taking my cock so well, big brother.” She teased him, swallowing her own desire as she thought about crawling back over his lap and sliding his cock inside of her. She couldn’t. Not now. She needed to pay attention to him. 

“Jesus,” He hissed in response, his cock leaking out against his stomach as she continued to stroke him slowly. Each time he rolled his hips forward to meet her fist, he slid deeper onto the toy. His body twitched each time and more precum slid from his tip. He was pretty like this, “More.” He whispered out, almost like he was shy about it.

She giggled that time as she watched his reaction, fighting the urge to shift a pillow underneath her legs so she had something to rub up against. She thought about his leg briefly, but he kept kicking them out in odd directions the further she pressed the toy into him. 

She paused for a moment, keeping her hands steady before she moved her palm away from his cock completely. She thought of earlier, of how she needed to angle his cock to hit that right spot. She pressed one hand down on his hip, using the other one to angle it deep within his walls. 

“Fuck me, fuck me,” He groaned, thighs twitching and body squirming as his eyes widened in shock. She’d seen him in pleasure before, but this was in a completely different way. He was restless, wild as he began to grind down against the cock harder, “Please, Kim. Please. Right there.”

She felt her stomach clenching in pleasure, swirling in bliss as she did just as he instructed. His expression was full of pleasure, of fucked out bliss as a drunk look filled his eyes. His groans filled the room, as did the sound of the lubed cock filling him roughly.

Her wrist was beginning to ache but she didn’t stop her movements, rather kept them up and curled them in the same way to continue hearing his whimpers and whines. She desperately wished she was the one rutting into him, that she really had something to fill him with. 

“Touch me,” He whimpered, gasping as his cock bobbed against his abdomen, “Please! Fuck, fuck. I need you to touch me.” He moved onto his elbows again, his heels once again digging into the mattress as he began to rock himself along the curve of the cock. It nearly drove her mad.

She balanced the cock in her hand, keeping a steady grip on the toy as she moved her free hand back towards his leaking cock. She squeezed his girth tightly, making him cry out louder in awe. He rocked himself back and forth twice, then stalled against the brim of the toy on the third thrust.

His face turned pink as his whiny groans filled the room, soaking her cunt all over again as thick ropes of cum spurted out of his cock. She watched in delight at the way his spunk covered her hand, his chest. Even part of his neck and chin. 

She continued to stroke his cock, squeezing the remnants of his cum from his leaking tip. She curled the cock against the same spot, keeping it there as he whined underneath her. His whole body was flush, sweaty as he moved his body up towards her and then fell onto the mattress.

“You okay?” She giggled softly, noticing the familiar tired look in his eyes as she began the slow task of removing the toy from his hole. He hissed as he glanced down at her, staring at her hands until the toy was free. 

“Ride my face,” He begged as he clawed at her hips, trying to move her over his shoulders, “Please. Need to taste you.” His words left a fresh wave of pleasure through her, her pussy leaking at the thought of having his tongue against her. 

She smeared his cum over his lips, warning him to keep it there before she slid her cunt against his lips once again. She moaned, grinding her wet folds against his mouth as he fucked his cum into her hole. 

She whined as she tugged on his long curls, earning groans from underneath her as she rapidly rutted her hips down against his mouth. His tongue was everywhere, against her folds and clit. Curling deep into her hole. 

His hands cupped at her waist, holding her tightly as his fingertips began to dig into her skin. She cried out as his tongue lapped around her clit before he buried it against her walls. He lapped at them, licking away her slick as his nose fell against her clit.

“Fuck,” She whined as she felt her eyebrows knitting together, her mouth parting as the waves of pleasure crashed over her. It felt more intense than usual as her orgasm quickly approached, her sensitive clit throbbing in anticipation, “Oh fuck, fuck!” She spit out, nearly toppling over the bed had he not been gripping her thighs so tightly.

She whimpered as her body burned from the pleasure, overwhelming as he continued to lick her clean. She sighed in bliss, thighs shaking as she rolled off of him. She giggled at the sensation as she turned towards him, looking at the way he licked her cum from his lips. Dirty, dirty boy. 

“Need a shower,” He mumbled, “Tired.” He said at last as he rested a hand behind his head, still trying to catch his breath. It was nice to feel on the opposite side for once. 

“Did my cock do that to you?” She teased as she began to draw shapes against his chest, watching the way his golden hairs brushed against her skin. 

“You’re crossing a line.” He huffed out, though his lips turned up into the softest smile. She grinned as she wiggled her way closer, fully determined to take over giving him a shower if that’s what he wanted. 

“A good one,” She told him playfully, “Let’s get you cleaned up, sweet boy.” She continued to tease as she patted at his cheeks, giggling as he rolled his eyes. 

[sadhours]

just the two (okay maybe four) of us - part one.

written by @buckysgrace and i ❤️

read on ao3

billy hargrove x oc + steve harringron x oc

contents: 18+ minors dni, polyamory, voyeurism, p in v, smut, kinda gay stuff between Billy and Steve, it’s gonna get gayer between them, modern au

word count: 5.9 k

“Harrington,” Billy purrs, lounged on the couch with Kim cuddled up tightly to his side.

Steve glances to his girlfriend, trying to convey his annoyance before looking back to the couple, “Hargrove.”

They’re watching some reality show, Billy’s got a beer in the hand he doesn’t have plastered on Kim’s ass and from the label on the bottle, Steve knows it’s from the pack of Stella he left here. For him. Not for Billy. He knows the girls won’t touch the beer. He groans, “Ya know, those beers are mine.”

“Whatever,” Billy scoffs, taking a swig from the bottle.

Gina sets her purse down, “Kim and I have some drinks, don’t worry.”

Steve follows her into the kitchen, though he knows what they have. Truly and Long Drinks. He was really looking forward to a beer but at the rate Billy drinks, he’s sure they’re gone. And as Gina opens the fridge, his suspicions are confirmed. Steve grabs onto Gina’s elbow and mumbles into her ear, “I fucking hate that guy.”

The busty girl rolls her eyes, leaning down and grabbing two blue cans from the pack of the gin cocktails and hands one to Steve, “You’ll live. Steal some of his beers when he brings ‘em.”

“See, Gina,” Steve exhales, “That’s the thing, he doesn’t ever bring any.”

Gina shakes her head, “Come on, I wanna listen to that new record I bought.”

Steve follows her back into the living room, where Gina drops on the couch next to Kim and drapes her arms around her waist and gives her a kiss to the cheek.

“Missed you,” she sings as Kim raises her shoulders and giggles while Steve stands awkwardly to the side.

“Missed you too,” Kim smiles bright, her eyes crinkling.

Steve’s been suspicious of them, wonders (with his dick in his hand) if they ever messed around before they got boyfriends, or if they still do. They’re weirdly close. Steve’s actually seen them kiss on the mouth a handful of times. He’d been too shy to ask Gina about it. Figures she’ll claim they’re just best friends anyways.

Gina gives Kim’s cheek another kiss before standing up, lacing her fingers with Steve’s and drags him into her bedroom. She closes the door behind her and Steve sits on her pink bedspread, kicking his shoes off. Gina walks over to her record player, opening the lid before grabbing the cellophane wrapped vinyl she bought yesterday while they were out shopping. It’s a Tame Impala album, an artist they bonded over when they first met this year. Gina slices the cellophane open with her manicured nail and sets it on the player, starting it up and turning the volume up. She kicks her shoes off and sets her drink on her nightstand before doing the same to Steve’s. She straddles his lap and wraps her arms around his neck, leaning down and kissing him slowly.

God, he’s obsessed with her. Her lips are so soft and plush, his mind goes blank when they kiss. Gina’s a goddamn vision. Huge tits, covered in freckles and pretty, dark eyelashes. Steve feels giddy at the thought of her so it’s kind of intense when she’s on top of him. They kiss for the entirety of the album, Gina getting up briefly to flip the record before climbing back on top of her boyfriend. Gina tastes sweet, mostly like the grapefruit from the drink but it’s also something particular. Tastes it whenever they kiss. While they’re making out, the room starts to darken as the sun goes down. And their session is interrupted with a knock at the door.

Kim opens it, walking in on the pair mid-kiss which embarrasses Steve. Mostly because Gina’s been grinding on him and his cock is hard. But Gina sits up and turns slightly, “Hi, Kimmy.”

“Hi,” Kim says, smiling at her friend, “Billy made dinner.”

“He cooks?” Steve says under his breath, Gina tugs on his hair as punishment.

“We’ll be right out,” Gina assures the redhead, who luckily closes the door behind her.

Gina climbs off of Steve’s lap and starts adjusting her clothes. She’s at the door and looks expectantly at Steve. He sits slowly but doesn’t stand, eyes at the ceiling.

“Let’s go, Stevie,” she giggles.

“Give me a second,” he mumbles, willing his fucking boner to go away.

“Whatcha looking at?” Gina wonders, a teasing tone to her voice.

Steve laughs softly, “If I look at you, it’s not gonna go away.”

Gina laughs, “Well… meet me out there, yeah?”

“Sure,” Steve nods, still staring at the ceiling. Thinks of homework and his grandparents and every trick in the book. But he’s embarrassed because Kim walked in on them and he’s sure they’re all sitting at the table talking about how Steve’s got to get rid of his wood before he can come out.

And they definitely were because he hears Billy say, “Well I’d be walking out here anyways. Shameless.”

Steve groans, walking into the dining area, “Don’t exactly want the two of you seeing that.”

Billy shrugs, “Nothing to be embarrassed about, King Steve.”

The brunette rolls his eyes before taking his seat next to Gina, looking out at the dinner Billy prepared and shit, he’s impressed. Tri-tip, garlic mashed potatoes and broccolini. There’s some type of gravy poured over the meat and potatoes.

“Looks good, Billy,” Gina beams, “Thanks for cooking.”

Steve’s jealous suddenly and wants to knock Billy’s lights out. He could cook. He’s never really tried. He makes a mean frozen pizza. Gina’s never complained before. She kicks his ankle and he looks at her with confusion, she mouths something to him that he can’t read and nods towards Billy. Oh. Well he doesn’t want to compliment this fucking asshole but he wants to make Gina happy.

“Yeah, man, looks awesome,” he says, “Uh, thanks.”

Billy shrugs his shoulders, smirking as he meets Steve’s eyes, “It’s nothing. Pretty simple and easy. Huh, Kim?”

Kim blushes, looking to her boyfriend with fucking stars in her eyes and Steve really fucking hates this guy. He popped a pizza in the oven for the girls one time and they seemed grateful. Gina sucked his dick that night so Steve still thinks he did good.

“Stop being humble,” Kim scolds him, “You're such a good cook.”

Billy waves her off, “I like to eat good.” He places his hand on Kim’s thigh and leans forward, licking his lips before saying, “And I eat good often, don’t I, babe?”

Steve rolls his eyes, turning to see Gina grinning wide and blushing. Maybe Steve needs to step up his game. He guesses he could eat Gina out more often. The ratio is off and he knows it. He gets head at least once a week and the last time he ate Gina out was three weeks ago. He notices the glass of wine set for him and gulps some down, before digging into his meal.

“Kim tells me you got a band,” Billy says to him, “What do you do?”

“Play music,” Steve retorts and Gina kicks his ankle again. He doesn’t want to play nice but he gets it. Gina and Kim are best friends. Of course they want their boyfriends to be friends. And Billy’s making an effort while Steve’s stewing in potentially unwarranted jealousy. Billy’s a good looking guy. Kim and Gina are close, he’s worried that they’ll ask her to join and he’ll be kicked aside. Which is stupid and Steve knows that.

“Uh, I play guitar and sing,” Steve clarifies, nodding as he smiles awkwardly.

“He’s really good,” Kim offers, “Gina and I went to one of his shows a month ago. Plus, when we went to karaoke.”

Billy’s face tightens and Steve feels like he’s won something. Yeah, sure, Billy can cook but Steve can serenade these bitches until their clothes fall off. It works for Gina, he can bet it’ll work on Kim. Maybe they should go out for karaoke again. Maybe they should invite Billy and Steve can really show off.

“Aw, thanks, Kim,” he smiles at her, “That was fun. I liked the duet you guys did.”

“I was so scared,” Kim breathes out, eyes wide as they meet Gina’s. Steve remembers that night fondly. He kinda felt like he had two girlfriends because both Kim and Gina get rather touchy when they’re drunk. They both clung to him in the Uber home.

“You did so good!” Gina gushes, “I think… we were hammered.”

Billy’s eyes widen as he blinks, looking to his girlfriend, “When was this?”

“We invited you, baby,” Kim assures him, “You had some frat thing.”

Billy nods along, reaching for Kim’s hand and lacing their fingers, “I bet you sounded great. You have a very sexy voice.”

Steve cringes, focusing on his food. He wonders if Gina wants him to blatantly flirt in front of them like that. But that’s really not Steve’s style.

—

“Stevie,” Gina whispers, turning to him and rubbing his chest. “Can you grab me a glass of water?”

“Yeah, ‘course,” he pecks her lips and sits up from the bed. He’s trying to find his boxers but he can’t. He goes to turn the light on but Gina protests.

“No, my eyes,” she whines, “Just go. No one’s awake.”

Steve reluctantly obeys, opening the door and peeking out his head. Kim’s door is closed and there’s no light underneath. Okay, it’s safe. Steve steps out to the kitchen, opening the cabinet and grabbing the orange, plastic cups Gina prefers for water. He reaches into the fridge and grabs the pitcher of water they keep in there. He begins filling the cup when the kitchen light is flicked on.

It’s Billy. And he’s also butt-ass naked. Steve immediately goes to cover his junk, knocking over the cup as he does so.

“Fuck,” he groans, setting the cup upright as he looks to Billy.

The blonde grins, wide and confident and yeah, okay, Steve looks at his dick. It’s out! He’s not covering it and Steve’s human. You display any set of gentians in front of him and he’s gonna look. It’s thicker than his own, even flaccid. His balls might be a bit smaller than Steve’s. But Billy’s working with a good set. It only makes him hate the guy more.

“I uh,” Steve clears his throat and he reaches for a towel to clean his mess up, exposing himself to Billy, who is obviously looking.

“Interesting,” Billy purses his lips and nods.

“What?” Steve replies as he wipes the water from the counter,

“Big cock for such a dweeb.”

“Did you just call me a dweeb?” Steve asks, covering himself again.

“Yeah, you are,” Billy scoffs, dumping the rest of his backwashed beer down the sink. He crouches in front of the fridge as he grabs a Truly. “No spine. That woman walks all over you. With a dick that size, I don’t get it.”

Steve’s beyond uncomfortable, turning away from Billy as he refills the plastic cup. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Steve mumbles.

“Guess you just don’t know what to do with it,” Billy comments as he stands again, cracking the can open and taking a swig, “I don’t think I’ve ever even heard you two have sex.”

Steve usually has his hand over Gina’s mouth, in consideration for Kim and Billy. He’s offended by Billy’s comment, fuming from it actually.

“I know how to use it, thank you very much,” he grumbles, moving passed Billy to put the pitcher back in the fridge.

And okay, yeah. He’s heard Kim every time he’s here and Billy spends the night. She screams. No regard for Gina and Steve. Even on school nights. Steve always thought it was rude.

“If you did, I’d hear it. Walls are thin,” Billy points out, frowning.

Steve rolls his eyes, holding the cup in his hand as he walks passed Billy down the dark hallway. Whatever. Steve pleases Gina. He doesn’t need the whole neighborhood knowing when they fuck. He closes her bedroom door behind him, handing Gina the cup. She grins and takes a couple of gulps before putting it on her nightstand.

“What took so long?” she wonders aloud, cuddling up to Steve once he crawls back into bed with her.

“Billy,” he groans, resting his head on the pillow and closing his eyes.

“Sorry,” Gina apologizes and kisses his jaw, dragging her hand through the tuft of hair on his chest.

“I saw his dick,” Steve mumbles, sighing after.

“And?” Gina giggles.

“He complimented mine,” Steve laughs, nudging his nose against Gina’s temple.

“It’s a nice cock,” Gina tells him, giggling as she moves her fingertip against his nipple.

“Oh, yeah?” Steve purrs, “You can like, touch it if it’s so nice.”

Gina giggles, shoving her face against Steve’s neck as her hand moves lower. She drags her fingertips across his length, “Like this?”

“Uh-huh,” Steve nods while he feels his dick start to fill out the more Gina touches it.

“Billy!” Kim’s voice can be heard through the wall, a gasp almost. Steve closes his eyes, grinding his teeth together. Of course. Billy wants to play this game? Well, he’s on. Steve sits up, pushes Gina on her back and kicks the blankets off of them. He pulls her panties down her legs before spreading them, lowering his mouth to her thighs and sucks a sizable bruise against her skin. Gina gasps, knitting her fingers in his hair. Steve kisses up to her pussy, licks a big, broad stroke up her slit. He digs his fingernails into her skin, holding her legs apart while he continues licking through her folds, wondering what exactly Billy’s doing to Kim that has her so loud so quick.

“Oh, fuck,” Gina exhales quietly, tugging on Steve’s hair.

He hears Kim moan again and he’s only a tiny bit ashamed that it makes his dick twitch. He can do this, he can make Gina scream, he’s sure of it. He licks patterns through her folds, pulling back to tell her, “Wanna hear you. Be loud for me, baby.”

Billy really fucking hated Steve.

He hated the way the brown eyed boy played innocent, and acted naive towards the problem at hand. Steve was a shit liar, that was for sure. It had only taken one meeting for Billy to quickly understand that Steve thought that Kim could do better. He was an ass who probably thought he could make off with both of their girlfriends.

The truth of it all was that he probably could. Steve was a fucking dweeb, a nerd who wore reading glasses and read through reddit for fun. Billy wasn’t even sure how he’d gotten a girlfriend like Gina, not that Steve was really lacking in the looks department. But being good looking didn’t erase how dorky and lame the other boy was. Despite all of that, Steve was sweet.

He sang songs and played guitar and wrote songs for Gina, all grand gestures that Billy had endured hearing about from Kim. Meanwhile, he sucked at giving her any romantic presents. He couldn’t sing and he sure as hell didn’t know what to buy for her. Kim was on a whole other spectrum than him. She listened to Taylor Swift, wore pretty pink dresses and recorded herself doing silly dances on Tik Tok. Steve was exactly the type of guy she’d probably dreamt up of.

And the stupid asshole had a big dick. Billy thought it was a shame, wasted potential on someone like Steve.

He’d nearly raced back to Kim’s room after their conversation, noticing the gleam in Steve’s eyes. He had the same idea and there was no way in hell that Billy was going to let him win at his own game.

“What are you doing?” Kim asked, her eyebrows knitted together as she looked at him curiously. He glanced at her phone, noticing it was a Tik Tok for different spicy books. His lips curled into a smirk as she fumbled with her phone before she eventually turned it off, grinning sheepishly at him.

“Just wanted to see you,” He mumbled as he slinked between her legs, spreading her soft thighs wide. She wore nothing but one of the shirts he’d forgotten a few weeks ago. He breathed in her scent, liking the way her hips were already jerking up towards his mouth, “I wanna taste you.”

“You just had me.” She giggled softly, but her hazel eyes were wide as she stared down at him. It was true. He’d taken her not long after Steve and Gina had disappeared into her room. He’d had her sprawled out on the couch, his tongue deep inside of her wet cunt and his hands on her perky tits.

“I didn’t get my fill,” He teased her, wondering if Steve was going to practice putting his lame mouth to work. He kissed up her bruised thighs, dragging his tongue up slowly and earning a blissful sigh from her. She pushed her hands up over her head, her fingertips reaching towards the head of the bed as he spit onto her pretty cunt, “Gonna be good for me?” He teased, watching the way his saliva dripped down her pussy.

“Always,” She breathed out, her nipples hardening against his shirt. He grinned, figuring she would answer with that statement. He licked at her folds, swirling his tongue around before he was flicking it against her sensitive clit. She whimpered, her hips jerking forward as he brought his fingertips against her cunt, “Oh god.” She spread her legs wider, inviting him in.

He looked up at her, enjoying how she already looked like she was in far too much pleasure as he popped his pinky finger into his mouth. He wasn’t usually so quick, but he wanted Steve to hear just how loud she could be.

He slid two fingers into her cunt, sighing as they engulfed his thick digits. She clamped down around him, still moaning as he peppered some kisses against her sensitive clit. He grinned against her folds as her hips jerked forward. He spit again, letting it slick down further until it slid between her ass cheeks. He glanced up at her, languidly licking at her clit as he slid his pink inside of her puckered hole.

He exhaled at the same time she cried out in bliss, her eyes shutting tightly as he curled his fingers inside of her. He groaned, wishing he could stretch both of her holes out at once with his cock. He puckered his lips around her clit, sucking and licking as he fucked into her with his fingers.

“Billy!” She cried out, her eyes snapping down towards him like she was afraid he’d miss something. He slyly winked at her, knowing she would be loud enough to irritate that bastard next door. He pumped his fingers inside of her, curling them as she continued to moan and fall apart underneath him.

“Such a naughty little slut,” He spit out harshly, liking the way her cheeks reddened as he pussy squelched around his fingers. He pressed them in deeper, searching for that spot that made her hips jerk off the bed and her eyes roll into the back of her head, “Does it feel good?” He mocked her, clearly knowing the answer from how well she was responding to him.

“Yes,” She cried out, jerking her hips up against his fingers. He felt himself smirking, feeling proud at the way the redhead was responding to his touch. He was just about to dip his mouth back against her sweet cunt when he heard a moan, a loud one that didn’t form from her lips. Kim’s motions paused for a moment as she giggled, “Sounds like someone is having fun.”

“Billy didn’t think it was funny, however. He knew Steve was doing it on purpose. To be an ass just because he could. If he wanted to play that game, Billy would give it his all.

He pulled his fingers away hastily, stroking his hard cock as he smacked the back of Kim’s thigh. She yelped as she moved quickly onto her hands and knees, her ass high in the air as she looked back towards him. He groaned, admiring the way her pussy gleamed in the moonlight.

“Do you want my cock?” He asked her, slowly rubbing the head of his thick cock along her drenched folds. She sighed, causing him to smack her ass with his free hand to make her moans louder. She gaped.

“Yes,” She said quickly, sitting up a bit so she could nod her head at him as she arched her ass further towards him, “Want you so bad, Billy.” She pleaded with him, her hazel eyes wide as she looked to him. He felt irritated as he heard Gina moan Steve’s name again.

“You want who?” He mocked as he squeezed her soft flesh in his hands. She blushed, looking at him a little shyly. She usually didn’t like to play too dirty with someone else in the apartment, but he didn’t care this time. He smacked her ass again, the sound echoing as Gina moaned out again.

“I want you daddy,” Kim clarified, her words tasting as sweet as sugar as she fluttered her eyelashes at him. He smirked, pressing his fat tip against her drenched hole as he slowly slid inside of her aching cunt. He hoped Steve heard every word, that he knew that Billy could treat Kim better in such a way that Steve could never imagine, “Oh my god.” She whined, her fingers turning into fists as she gripped the bedsheets.

He sighed, spreading her ass cheeks as he spit onto her again. He watched the way the saliva traveled until it met where they were connected. He groaned, thrusting forward hard enough to make the bed creak underneath their weight.

He pulled his hips back, far enough to where only his tip remained before he slammed into her again. She squeaked, her lips parting in awe as he moved his hands towards her slender hips. He held onto them, beginning to rock her into a steady rhythm.

She moaned as he tugged on her hair, forcing her head back until their lips met in a heated frenzy. He groaned, his cock pulsing as he tasted her moans on his lips. He momentarily forgot what he was doing before he heard a groan and was roughly shoving Kim’s face back into the pillows.

“Such a little whore,” He tsked, still feeling irritated at the fact that he could hear Gina moaning. He grunted as he rolled his hips forward, admiring the way Kim squeezed his cock so well. He was lying if he said he hadn’t imagined the two girls worshiping his cock before. He was only human and he couldn’t deny that it made his dick ache every time they hugged or kissed each other on the cheek, “Are you daddy’s little whore?” He asked as he dragged her back along the length of his cock.

“Yes,” She spit out roughly, loud and incoherent as her pussy clamped down around him. He groaned, rubbing his fingertips into her skin. He liked the way she had bruises fading from the last time he’d been this rough, “I’m daddy’s little whore.” She cried out, squeaking as his cock found her bundle of nerves. He laughed, pushing her hair from her face so he could get a better picture.

Her eyebrows were knitted together tightly, pouty lips opened in awe as drool fell from her open mouth. Billy felt his dick throb as he bent over her more, the sound of her flesh smacking against hers so loud that he hoped it lingered in Steve’s mind for the next few days.

He spit, his saliva landing on the corner of her mouth as he rocked his aching cock forward again. Her walls clamped down on him again as she whimpered, her tongue darting out to lick it away. He groaned, wanting to see how Steve would react when they did it in public. The next time they drank together; he’d make her do it.

He groaned as her body became more and more relaxed, her body slowly falling into the mattress as he pressed his cock into her harder. He groaned, wrapping an arm underneath her waist to keep her up as he rammed into her deeper. She was moaning incoherently, her breathing more labored as the head of the bed smacked against the wall.

“Right there, daddy,” She was panting harder, her whimpers coming out roughly and pitchy as he dragged his cock in and out of her wet walls. He groaned, bending his head down to kiss at her pale skin. He nipped at it, enjoying the way her back arched in response, “So close.” She was squealing suddenly, the tops of her feet smacking against the mattress as he slammed her roughly against his cock.

“S’alright,” He praised her, his voice sounding guttural from how tightly her cunt was squeezing down around his cock, “Cum for me.” He dipped his fingertips lower, proud that he could no longer hear Steve and Gina over Kim’s loud cries as he pressed his fingers roughly against her clit. He rubbed the sensitive nub quickly, earning a shrill moan from her as her body contorted at once.

She was loud as she came around his cock, her body spasming as she nearly did topple into the mattress this time. He groaned loudly, feeling like he wasn’t far behind from how her cunt was milking him. He hissed between his teeth, trying to keep his pace as he rocked her through her orgasm. She jerked her hips back, setting herself up onto her elbows as she turned to look at him with dark eyes.

“Cum inside me, daddy. Please, please,” Kim was gripping his forearm as she spoke, her eyes wide and dilated with lust as he dragged her back and forth along his cock even harder. He was groaning, his stomach muscles clenching together as the pleasure grew deep inside of him, “Please, daddy, please.” She sounded like she was crying, like she’d never recover if she didn’t feel his cum painting her walls.

He brought his forehead against hers, his lips open against hers as he breathed in her pitchy moans. His thrusts became sporadic as all of his muscles clenched together, his mind whirling as her pussy gripped his cock firmly. Her tongue darted out against his bottom lip, licking as he slammed his hips forward. He groaned, falling on top of her as he came with his own strangled cry. He sighed blissfully as she mewled underneath him, her legs still moving as his spunk filled her.

“Shit,” He breathed out harshly, his heart racing in his chest as he tried to collect himself. She giggled, looking up towards him as he slowly moved off of her. He looked over her for a moment, scared that he might have actually crushed her tiny body, “You’re bad.”

“Good,” She corrected him, sliding her tongue across her bottom lip as she watched him. His muscles were still contracting and he was out of breath but he slid between her legs again, dipping his tongue into her drenched hole as he licked his cum away. She moaned again, tugging on his hair as she brought him back up towards her mouth. They kissed messily, sloppily as they traded their cum back and forth with their tongues, “Oh god.” She whimpered softly, her eyelashes fluttering shut.

“So good for me, Kim,” He breathed against her lips. He pulled away for a second before he kissed the corners of her mouth, hoping that Steve had a hard time sleeping tonight, “Such a good girl.”

In the other room, Steve was doing pretty well. Gina was being more verbal than most nights. He ate her out until Kim started getting really loud. Then he knew he had to step up his game. Thing is, it sounded like Billy was being rough with Kim by the sounds she made, and all the smacking he could hear. Could swear Kim was calling him daddy. Steve wasn’t sure how he felt about that kink. Couldn’t exactly imagine Gina calling him that without thinking of his own father, or Mr. Hagan. Not to mention, Steve hadn’t ever been rough with Gina. He slapped her ass sometimes but he was usually pretty focused on not coming and knew that if he held her still and pounded away, he wouldn’t be able to last. He had to take things slow.

Gina was soaking wet, always got that one when Steve ate her out. He sits up, wiping his face off with the back of his hand before grabbing a hold of his cock and pushing the head through her folds. Then he remembers he needs to get a condom on, so he leans over her to dig through the nightstand. He grabs onto the golden wrapper and sits back up, tearing it open with his teeth and rolls the rubber over his aching cock. Kim makes another loud noise, egging Steve on as he lines himself up and thrusts inside Gina harder than he usually would. He knows he’s big, doesn’t typically want to hurt her but this weird competition has him not thinking straight. Gina yelps, eyebrows knitting together quickly as her jaw falls open. Her big brown eyes gaze up at Steve and he’s worried he’s hurt her, but then she rolls her hips and moans out his name.

“Steve…”

He bites his lip, staying still because the look on her face is about all he needs to cum. Goddamnit. He never understood how some guys can last hours, let alone 20 minutes. Gina’s cunt feels amazing, squeezing him tight and so wet and warm. He groans softly, grabbing a hold of her supple breast as he drags his cock out until just the tip remains.

“Uh—uhn…” Gina moans out, arching her back slightly.

“Fuck,” Steve exhales through gritted teeth, “you feel so good.”

Gina hums, wrapping her arms around Steve’s neck and rolls her hips, pushing his length deeper inside. He gasps, hanging his head as he grabs a hold of her waist with his other hand.

“You’re so big,” she whines, looking up at him with these almost innocent, huge brown eyes and Steve’s a little pissed off with himself for how close he already is. Gina has to cum first. He can’t fuck this up. He knows Billy is listening, even though it sounds like he’s fucking Kim’s brains out. Weirdly, thinking about Billy kind of helps distract him. He thrusts his hips again, builds up a steady rhythm while he toys with Gina’s sensitive nipple.

“Fuck!” she cries out, tossing her head back against the pillows while Steve pounds into her. This is about the point when he’d cover her mouth, always worried about someone hearing. However, it’s actually pretty exciting to think about the other couple hearing them. Now, all he has to do is last longer than them. Make sure that when they’re finished, they have to lay there and hear Gina.

“Is that good, baby?” Steve chokes out, squeezing the handful he’s got of her tit.

“So fucking good, Stevie,” she babbles out, tightening her arms around him.

Steve lowers his lips to Gina’s ear, like he always does, starts praising her. Though this time, he’s not muffling her sounds with his hand. Gets to hear the way his words drive her wild. He took his time eating her out, there’s no way Kim and Billy will last longer. Steve’s gonna win, has to.

“You’re so pretty for me, baby. Look so good when you take my cock,” Steve tells her, grinning to himself when she moans out and writhes beneath him. “Taking it so well.”

He snaps his hips faster, kissing against Gina’s jaw. Kim screams, it’s muffled but Steve’s sure she came. He thinks he’s right because moments later, he can hear Billy cry out. Fuck yes, he beat them. He’s got this. He’s just gotta make Gina scream like Kim did. Which is quite the task, she’s not usually loud. He’s gotta think quickly, tries to remember all the things that she likes. He hears Kim moan again and it throws him off. Were they not done? Are they going again? Fuck Billy. That asshole. Again? That quickly? Wait— they’re quiet. Okay, Steve, you can do this. Rock Gina’s world. Make her scream. You can do it.

Steve pulls out, Gina whimpers but looks at him curiously. He pats her thigh, “Flip over for me, beautiful.”

She looks excited now, quickly rolls onto her knees and sticks her ass up at Steve. He smooths his hand over her ass and then delivers a harsh smack to it. Gina cries out, arching her back and wiggles her ass at him. So he does it again, to the other cheek.

“Fuck me,” she begs breathlessly and Steve obliges, slides his cock back into her aching hole. Clearly, once he bottoms out, his tip presses against her g-spot because she’s moaning and her arms shake where she’s holding herself up. Steve runs his hand up her back and grabs a handful of her hair, pulling her up by it so her back meets his chest. She cries out from the sensation, turning her head to pant against Steve’s mouth. He snaps his hips forward again, licking against her lower lip. Gina moans softly, reaching her hand to grab Steve’s wrist, trying to hold herself up.

“I got you, baby,” he purrs, licking the pads of his fingertips before bringing them down to rub circles against Gina’s clit. He pays attention when she does it herself, tries to memorize exactly the right way to do it.

She whines out but he wants her to be louder, so he pounds into her harder and moves his fingers faster. It works, Gina chants his name out, “St-eve… Steve! Steeeve!”

Ha. Take that Billy. He knows exactly how to use his equipment. He’s beaming, smiling from ear to ear while Gina moves her ass against him harder.

“That’s it, baby,” Steve mutters, “Tell me how good it feels.”

“So fucking good!” she moans out through gritted teeth, he can tell she’s close by it. “Don’t stop, don’t stop, just like that!”

He grabs a hold of her hip with his left hand, still dragging quick and firm circles against her clit while he hammers into her deep and fast. Gina babbles, incoherent sounds falling from her lips. Before he knows it, she’s seizing against him while crying out. It’s loud, and fuck she sounds so sexy. Fuck, fuck, fuck— he cums too. Whimpering while they collapse on the bed, Steve is still pumping into her uncontrollably as he fills the condom. He rides out his orgasm, whining and whimpering against her ear.

Once he comes down, he pulls out and tugs the condom off his softening cock. He ties it off and tosses it into the trash next to the bed before laying beside Gina and pulling her into his arms. She hums happily before connecting their lips, kissing him soft and slow until they fall asleep.

[iamaslutforcoffee]

4819 Cherry Lane Chapter Five

Trigger warning: this chapter talks in my opinion heavily about Billy's abuse at the hands of his father, mentions of blood also.

Please be safe, friends!

Stressed out

(Adjective)

Suffering from high levels of physical or especially psychological stress.

Stressed the fuck out is what you would have gotten as an answer if you asked Sage how her week was going. Her studies were going alittle harder than she was used to, partially because the fact that she wasn't able to give it 100% and some more due to none other than William fucking Hargrove.

Billy was hanging around more often to her parents amusement. They had taken a strong liking to the fellow California native, and he took a serious liking to their daughter, much to her displeasure.

Her only goal when they moved to Hawkins was to get a diploma, stay under the radar with anyone or anything especially when it came to her powers she had and lastly she wanted to move BACK to California. She didn't really have time for much friends, let alone Billy.

But with every chime of a clock, she slowly felt herself make time for the man. She felt herself feel almost sorry every time she heard his shitty father yell at him and hit him. She felt herself instead feel like she was floating when ever they were around eachother.

She realized awhile ago she was falling for another California dream and she was certain that she was fucked and not in a pleasurable way in her mind.

It was Friday, September 2d.

And at pricesly 10:30 at night, she heard the same routine of Neil screaming at Billy. Sage sat on her balcony, her TV playing some random television show on mute and she was studying a music piece for her art class. Delilah sat at her feet, being the pretty dog she was.

Sage strummed the guitar softly, trying to not get to loud as to have Neil notice that someone was listening to the abuse he was inflicting on his son.

"When the night has come, and land is dark." Sage strummed the guitar more, her eyes glued to the open window. Billy's back was pressed against the closet, Neil screaming in his face about something redundant and nothing to do with Billy.

"And the moon is the only light we'll see.

No,I won't be afraid. Oh, I won't be afraid" she sang along, her fingers hitting the notes perfectly.

She watched on as Neil continued screaming at Billy and she shook her head when Susan came into view, just standing there and barely making an effort to stop her pathetic husband.

The last straw for Sage is when she watched Neil back hand Billy, blood coming out of his mouth and hitting the white blinds flowing in the night sky.

"Just as long as You stand..stand by me"

She sat the guitar down and focused her energy on the situation at hand. As she held her hand out she twisted it a certain way and focused on Neil, noticing what ever she did made him stop hitting Billy and his knee buckled in, causing him to scream in pain.

Sage laughed, wiping the blood away from her nose.

"Nice" she spoke, petting Delilah's head as the beautiful dog alerted to her side.

She looked up again and Billy was at the window, staring at her while blood oozed from his mouth covering his beautiful white teeth in a shade of crimson. Sage audibly gasped, noticing how bad of a number Neil really did on him.

"Billy! Are you ok?!" She whisper-yelled, standing up quickly and grasping her railing for support.

He didn't answer her and only shook his head, walking away from the window.

If we are being honest, Sage's heart broke off a piece when he didn't respond to her and instead turned around emotionless. Throwing her hands up, she turned around and groggily walked to her bed to try and get some form of rest, this particular power of hers took a toll out on her and she couldn't move much. She breathed heavily, Delilah sitting on her lap to try and calm her nerves.

As she drifted off to sleep, she heard her front door knock causing her to jolt awake suddenly. She made her way to her bedroom door and slowly down the stairs, but not before her father could get there first.

The site that Patrick Delaney saw before him forever changed the way he looked at one Neil Hargrove, forever.

There Billy stood, in the same condition Sage seen him. Although upfront it was much worse that she would care to admit it.

"William?! What the hell happened?!" He asked, ushering him in. Billy couldn't say anything, or atleast he was too shut down emotionally to even say anything. At that point, Sage's mother came from the study across from Sage's room, and gasped at the site of Billy.

"Patrick! What the fuck?!" Her mom spoke, running up to Billy and grabbing his hand to pull him into the kitchen.

Sage got up from her position, and tapped her side twice. She was still so spent from trying to save Billy initially, she needed Delilah's help. Delilah pondered off in search of the med kit, and Sage made her way slowly but surely into the kitchen. Billy was sat down at the breakfast nook, looking pitifully down at the counter top as Sage's father was on the phone with who she presumed was the police. Her mom was trying to get him water, to atleast help him with something. Delilah trotted back with the small case of medical supplies and Sage thanked her, sitting down by Billy.

Even beaten and battered, Sage still thought Billy Hargrove was beautiful. She grabbed his hand, causing him to look at her.

"Hey, you with me?" She whispered, her eyes searching his for any sort of movement.

Cerulean orbs looked at her back, long lashes wet from tears with the promise of more to spill if only he would allow it. But Billy wouldn't, he couldn't. He refused to let anyone see him in the wrong impression, as anything other than strong.

He knodded slowly, and she smiled.

"Here..let me atleast get you cleaned up" she turned, sifting through the kit in search of alcohol and what ever else she thought was absolutely necessary.

After a good 20 minutes she was done, every cut and scratch properly cleaned and every forming bruise was rubbed with a cream to help them heal faster.

"There. Perfect." She admired her "work", if you could call it that, and freed his hand.

"Sweetie, Billy? Do you want to talk about what happened?" Her mom asked, appearing by the two teenagers.

Billy shook his head, still shut down from the whole altercation.

"No ma'am" he let out quietly, not daring to make eye contact in what honestly was fear.

"Ok, yeah that's fine. Thanks, Hopper. No... no that won't be necessary. He'll be here with us. Yeah I'll call if anything else happens. Thanks. "

Patrick sighed as he got off the phone with Hopper, a local policeman the Delaney family had made nice with. When Patrick turned his attention towards his family, his eyes set on Billy.

"Now, son. I know you do not want to talk about this but at some point I need you to be honest with us about what's going on. Sage has told us about the fighting that she hears and see's happen alot and I need you to know we care about you, Billy. You are more than welcome in our home when ever you need to come over and you will be getting a house key if and when you need to get in and we aren't able to. " Patrick continued, and as he did Billy's head shot up and his attention turned towards Sage.

"With this being said, the Hawkins police dept has already been spoken to about the abuse from anonymous calls from concerned citizens around, so they are already working on getting you, Maxine and your mother.."

"Stepmother, sir. " Billy meekly corrected him, his attention briefly on Patrick.

"My apologies, um. They are working to get Neil away from you three and get you justice. We care about you, William. I'm sorry to call you by your full name but I need you to know we care, and as a member of this family you need to know you are loved by every single one of us. Although Sage and Delilah might love you just a tad more, but thats expected. "

Sage turned bright red at the mention of her feelings about Billy, and she was quite ashamed. They've not been there long, a month at most. But she would hardly call their encounters and social moments love.

Billy turned his attention back towards Sage, a different look in his eyes. Not one of pain, nor embarrassment.. but that of feeling safe. At home, even.

In all 17 years of his life Billy had an extremely hard time feeling safe or ok to express himself in a manner that wasn't what Neil Hargrove expected of his son, but here was this family that he barely knew other than their daughter and the fact they had money just practically begging him to feel safe with them.

Billy felt the love, he felt safe.

Billy felt like..Billy.

[justice4billiam]

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 ->

[eddieheart]

ROSIE BETH 3

(Part 3)

Fandom: Stranger Things

Pairings: past Billy X OC

Words: 1027

Description: dinner with Joyce

She lay asleep in his chest. A precious ball of joy and unconditional love right there, laying on his chest. Rosie Beth was an absolute miracle. She'd changed him for the better, he wasn't as brash or violent as before and he was much more patient.

Billy prided himself on being gentle with his daughter, the exact opposite of his father.  Sylvie had noticed it as well, she'd mentioned it a few times, how happy she was that they were all together now.

They didn't have a lot of money, but they were happy. Today was Friday which meant that tonight was dinner at the Byers' house. Joyce had been more than helpful, giving them baby clothes and toys, dinners and babysitting, Joyce was a godsend.

Sylvie was at work so the job getting Rosie ready for dinner was up to Billy. Today was his day off, the only one he'd had in what seemed like months. Normally when he got a day off from one job he'd work overtime at another, for the extra cash.

Billy looked down at the little girl with a smile, he slowly woke her up by blowing softly on her nose. She giggled wildly upon realizing it was her dad that was waking her. Reaching out a small hand she brushed the side of his face gently.

"C'mon Ladybug, time to get ready to see auntie Joyce." She smiled brightly and jumped up and down on him.

He picked her up with a chuckle and brought the little girl to her room. The nursery was small but cozy. Pale blue walls with small, dainty blue roses painted on the walls. She did have a crib, but she preferred to sleep with her parents.

Though they were just friends, Sylvie and Billy did share a bed. At first he slept on the couch but after a few days of that, Sylvie couldn't stand seeing him wake up in pain and had practically forced him to sleep in the bed with her.

It was comforting, sleeping with another person, even if it wasn't romanic in nature. Especially if it wasn't sexual, before Rosie and Sylvie came back into his life the only way he could get comfort was to have sex with some random chick.

He wasn't proud of it and he realized now why he did it. Sylvie had been helping him with that, letting him talk about his emotions without him feeling like he was being judged or shamed. He finally had a family that lived him.

He wandered over to the shelf of drawers and pulled out two different outfits, he held them up to the little girl and let her choose. She reached a hand out to a pink dinosaur onesie and a blue skirt. Billy smiled and picked the little girl up.

After wrangling her into her clothes he set out to make some cookies for desert. Billy sat Rosie Beth down on the counter beside him as he baked.

He'd been trying that more recently. Without Neil to hold him back he'd been trying a lot of new things. Baking had been something he liked, when he was a kid Billy remembered baking with his mom when he was little. He wanted that with his own child, special memories that they could share.

Sylvie arrived home just as the timer beeped and in less than half an hour they were gone. They quickly arrived at the Byers house, making their way inside.

They knocked softly and invited themselves in, Billy held cookies in one hand and the little girl on his hip as Sylvie pushed the door open. Normally it was only them and Joyce there for dinner, to their surprise, more people than just Joyce greeted them.

"Oh hello, I'm so glad you're here. Sorry I hope you don't mind invited the boys and Max. Don't worry I made enough, come in come in. Let me see the little one." She held her hands out and Billy gently passed Rosie Beth into her arms.

Max, Johnathon, Will and chief Hopper were all here. Billy felt his heart creep up in his throat. He hadn't really spoke to Max since he left home, he'd changed and he wasn't sure how to talk to her now. How to apologize.

Sylvie pushed the awkward boy forward and motioned for him to take off his shoes. He kept glancing back at the redheaded girl, Billy could tell the boys and Hopper were giving him sideways glances as he walked in.

"I brought cookies." Billy said awkwardly to the older woman.

She smiled kindly while bouncing the young girl in her arms.

"You can put them on the counter. Hey guys! Dinners ready!" She turned to face Billy. "I made them wait for you guys."

He smiled and walked forward, sitting between Sylvie and a high chair. Joyce gently placed the baby beside her farther and sat at the head of the table, across from Hopper.

Max sat across from Rosie Beth and Sylvie across from Johnathon. As the other boy looked down at his plate Billy gave a defective look to Sylvie. She chuckled to herself and kicked him under the table.

Billy placed a few spoon fulls of boiled carrots and mashed potatoes in front of the small girl. Max watched her brother intently, he was so gentle to the small girl, softly whispering to her and smiling.

"So, Billy... I haven't seen you in a while." Hopper said awkwardly, fiddling with his food.

"Mmm... yeah I tested out of school so I've been busy with Rosie and working."  He glanced over at his daughter and chuckled at the sight.

She was fumbling with her plastic fork and pouting at her food. He laughed and turned to her direction.

"Need help little lady?" She whined in response. Billy used his fork to feed the little girl small pieces of food.

Max watched him, he really had changed. The Billy she knew would never have done that. He was different now, he had a family.

She wasn’t sure what had happened to change him so much, but she liked it.

@buggylad

[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.

[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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[buckysgrace]

Sixty Six

Dancing in the Dark Masterlist

His legs were stiff by the time they returned, his eyelids feeling heavy from how much busier the traffic seemed to be this time around. He stared off towards the short distance to the beach, wondering if they should just drop the bags off and head over there now. He missed the water already.

“How was your trip?” Rosemary greeted them first, smiling brightly as she gently took a hold of Kim’s biceps. She looked her over, narrowing her eyes like she was checking for any injuries. 

“Fun,” He responded as he dragged Kim’s bags inside for her, “The traffic is a lot busier there.” He huffed as he dropped the bags, excited to get them unpacked and washed and dried. He preferred to get it all put away first thing so he didn’t have to worry about it later. 

“It really is,” Sam confirmed as he nodded his head, “And look. No sunburn. Congrats.” He grinned as he kissed the top of Kim’s head. She leaned against him for a moment, giving him a soft hug before she pulled away. 

“Just a little,” She grinned as she pulled her sleeve down a bit, “Just a bit on my shoulders.” She showed off her slightly burnt skin, which was more pink than anything now. He was glad it wasn’t too painful. 

“That’s not bad at all,” Rosemary commented as she looked at it, “It’ll heal quickly.” She smiled before she moved towards Billy. He paused for a moment before he opened his arms, letting her wiggle herself into his arms. She hugged him tightly, giving him a tight squeeze as if she might try to pick him up. He touched her back gently, before she pulled away. 

“What did you get?” Russell asked as he peeked his head towards the bags. His face lit up like it was Christmas all over again. Kim grinned as he tried to wiggle his way closer to her. 

“Some things,” She grinned as she held her bags to her chest playfully, “I’m teasing. Let me get it situated.” She brushed him off, trying to separate through everything as he kept poking his head in and asking if each item was his. Billy was quite certain he was a spoiled brat. 

“Was everything safe there?” Rosemary asked, “Any issues?” She asked him softly as she raised her eyebrows, looking worried once again. He rubbed at his chin, wondering how ridiculous he must’ve acted in the months prior. 

“No issues,” He said with a shrug of his shoulders, “It was nice.” Pearl bounced forward, her feet moving quickly before she hopped up on the edge of the couch. She mewled, making him sigh as he began to pet her. She arched her back, wiggling her butt into the air before she flopped over on his lap.

“She missed you,” Sam spoke up as he examined his rock, “She slept in your room the whole time.” He commented thoughtfully, his mind clearly far away as Billy continued to brush his fingers through Pearl’s fur. She shut her eyes as she angled her face in his direction, purring in appreciation. 

“She watched me,” Russell replied as he narrowed his eyes at where Pearl was purring, “From across the hall while I was sleeping. I think she wanted to suffocate me.” He mumbled as he looked through his items that he’d received. Kim scoffed.

“She did not,” Rosemary laughed, “She’s just a little cat. Don’t be silly.” She shook her head as she moved forward to give Pearl a little pet. Kim leaned over next, smiling as she pressed her nose down against Pearl’s.

“Max called,” Sam spoke up slowly, making Kim’s head snap up in attention, “She wanted to come out for her spring break. We’re going to figure out how to do it.” He told them with a smile. Billy turned, looking at the way Kim’s expression lit up. He gave her knee a little squeeze, knowing how much she had missed Max. It was different without her being here, but he understood why she had decided to go back. 

“Are you going to pick her up?” Kim asked as her eyes continued to glow, looking like she was planning a hundred different things to do with Max already. She hadn’t said much about it, but he knew that she was still saddened about her missing presence. 

“We were talking about a plane ticket,” Rosemary hummed thoughtfully as she nodded her head along with whatever Sam was showing her about his rock, “That way it wouldn’t be quite as long. She said she wouldn’t mind, but what do you think?”

“She’s not afraid of heights,” Kim observed for a moment, “I think if that’s what she wants, she’d be fine.” She nodded her head at last as a smile pulled onto her lips. He pulled her close, giving her shoulders a squeeze before she scooped Pearl up. 

“I bet she’d be fine,” Billy nodded his head in agreement, watching the way Pearl meowed against Kim’s cheek, “She’d be the only one coming out, right?” He asked as he raised an eyebrow, uncomfortable with the thought of Susan coming out again. He kept his features relaxed however, not wanting Kim to catch on to his thoughts.

“I think so far,” Sam shrugged his shoulders, “But perhaps she wants to bring a friend. That’s fine too.” He smiled as he settled back in his chair, tugging Rosemary back before she could hop up once again. 

“Did anything happen while we were gone?” Kim asked as she continued to brush her cheek against Pearl’s, smiling brightly at the way she began to dig her paws into her chest. 

“No,” Rosemary thought for a moment, “Not really. I got some orders for early Easter cupcakes. That’ll be cute.”

“Oh that will be,” Kim grinned, “Are you doing more carrot cake?”

“I thought about it,” She smiled, “When you’re ready you should let me know, I can make some samples for the two of you.”

“For what?” Billy asked curiously

“Your wedding cake,” She said with a laugh, then stopped for a moment, “Unless you want someone else to do it.”

“Oh no,” Kim flushed as she spoke up, “We want you to do it. I guess I just hadn’t thought about it.”

“I hadn’t either,” He admitted, “But that would be nice. It really would be.”

“Okay,” Rosemary smiled as she looked at them in relief, “If you want to go with someone else that’s fine too.”

“We’d prefer it to be you,” He reassured her softly, “Whenever we figure that out.” 

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“Which egg looks better?” Kim asked as she held up two with various different patterns and colors. The one in her left hand was a mixture of soft greens and blues. The one in her right hand was a mix of yellow and pink. It reminded him of the sun setting. 

“No dark colors?” He teased her as he joined her on the ground. She was sitting out, her legs stretched out in front of her as she continuously tapped her bare feet together. Russell was nearby, cursing as he continually got food dye on his fingers. 

“Easter is for soft colors.” She explained as Pearl walked up towards them, sniffing at the eggs curiously. They’d taken to letting her outside occasionally, just as long as they were around her. Kim had even crocheted her a little vest, with what he assumed was her take on a leash. Although Pearl never went too far, he was fairly certain she was afraid of the birds that flew nearby.

“The green and blue,” He said finally, “I like the designs.” She smiled as she held it out towards him, offering it as a gift. He took it, gently rotating it in his hands as he looked at the different designs she’d tried to make into them. He thought that they looked like little wave ripples.

“This is really fun,” She told him, “I haven’t done this in a long time.” She commented as she looked over at the other eggs, picking another one up before she examined which colors she wanted to use this time. 

“Did you paint eggs a lot?” He asked her curiously, biting back a grin at how Russell scoffed once again. He kept dropping the egg this time, like he had put too much dye on the eggs and it was now too slippery. 

“On Easter, yeah,” She replied softly, “Then we’d eat them afterwards.” She teased as she watched him, like she was waiting for him to crinkle his nose up at the thought of it. It was gross, but eggs were pretty cheap. He supposed it made sense.

“Sounds like a delicious meal,” He chuckled as he moved his arm against his knee, “We always went to church. Usually we’d go out to eat after.” He explained as he thought about it, feeling like there was something heavy pressing onto his chest. 

“Where at?” She asked curious as she began to dip the egg into the yellow dye. She held it carefully, only the tips of her fingers stained from the paint. He paused as he tried to recall. It was always different. 

“Depended,” He shrugged, “Dad really likes burgers. Usually something like that.” He sat the egg down gently, watching as Pearl began to nuzzle her face against the side of the egg. He thought it would be fairly funny if it made her white fur colorful.

He thought about asking her if she had celebrated the Easter bunny, but then supposed it would’ve been something else that was too expensive for them. He didn’t want to put her on the spot, especially not with Russell lingering so close by. He assumed that if he believed in Santa, that he believed in the silly bunny too.

“Mom likes to make ham,” He spoke up, almost rubbing his fingers across his face before he stopped, “And sweet potatoes with little marshmallows. It’s good.” He said, whispering out a thanks as Kim moved his hair from his face. 

“That does sound good,” Billy said in agreement as he nodded his head. He brushed his thumb across his bottom lip, sighing softly, “Maybe she’ll make it again this year.” He hummed along, trying to act like he didn’t feel sad that he had missed out on so much with his own mother. 

“Are you going somewhere?” Kim asked him softly, speaking up like she knew he needed a distraction. He pulled a smile onto his lips as he looked at her again, his eyes tracing over the concern on her features.

“I have another urine test,” He shrugged his shoulders, hoping that this would be one of the last ones, “Then I was just going to go and say hi for a bit.” He muttered softly, wanting to keep it more between him and her. He didn’t want Rosemary to know, to get worried once again. It would just be a quick visit. He had to finalize some things anyway. 

“I can go with,” She offered quickly as she dropped her egg onto one of the dirty towels that Rosemary no longer wanted, “I don’t mind.” She told him, looking like she was ready to scoop Pearl up and leave with him. He shook his head softly.

“Finish working on your eggs,” He told her playfully, pinching her cheek softly before he leaned forward to peck her lips, “I won’t be gone that long. I swear. Maybe I’ll get some candy for everyone.” He added with a smirk, watching the way her eyes flashed.

“I like going with you.” She said at last, pressing her lips together as she awaited his answer. He chuckled as he twisted her wavy strands around his fingers. He tilted his head to the side, observing her for a moment before he nodded his head along. She could go. There was nothing wrong with her going.

“Okay,” He smiled, watching the way her lips mirrored his as he pulled away, “But clean up your mess first.” He told her seriously, then pointed to Russell in agreement before he scooped Pearl up into his arms. She dangled, holding her head up high and sniffing again like she enjoyed the breeze that raced through her fur.

“Sure, dad,” Russell mocked once Billy pulled the screen door open, “I’ll wash my hands after too!” He shouted after him, making Billy snort once he heard Kim beginning to lecture on how to get the food dye from his fingers.

He set Pearl down on the small bookshelf next to the glass doors, humming as he slowly removed her little outfit to give her some breathing room. She purred in appreciation before he hung her clothes up, knowing Kim would want it back on her later.

“I’m ready,” She replied quickly as she held the door open for Russell, letting him rush inside with the messy eggs in his hands before she shut it, “Is there anything you need to grab?” She asked before she paused, stopping to pet Pearl once again. 

“Just you,” He smiled breezily as he leaned against the wall, completely taken with the easy way she moved, “C’mon, Red. Let’s get this over with.” He teased as he held his palm out, his fingers tingling at the way her skin molded against his. 

“Do you think Max would want an Easter gift?” She asked once they were out the door and strapped into his car. She turned towards him curiously, looking at him genuinely concerned before she pulled her book from his backseat. He noticed that her things were winding up mingled everywhere with his own. 

“I think you’ve gotten her enough gifts,” He pointed out, knowing that she gave people gifts out of love and not anything else, “She’s going to be spoiled.” He said with a laugh, even though he already knew that she spoiled Max. 

“She is not,” She laughed as she shook her head, smiling as she turned towards him, “Don’t be silly.” She teased as they laced their fingers together once again. He enjoyed the comforting feeling before he backed out of the driveway, heading towards his dreaded appointment. 

“You know who will be spoiled?” He questioned, catching her curious gaze before he spoke again, “Jennifer.” He pointed out, fairly certain that she was already in that category. Kim giggled in response.

“Yeah,” She nodded her head softly, “But she’s a cutie. And she was born so early. I feel like that’s a good reason.” She replied in determination, pointing her chin up towards him. He didn’t deny her, but he also knew that she would’ve been spoiled regardless. 

“You’re going to spoil her,” He pointed out, thinking of the little gifts she’d already made for her, “By a lot.” He smirked at the way she shrugged her shoulders sheepishly, like she already knew the answer.

“I was thinking about her being our flower girl,” She said softly as she shifted in her seat, “You know, just depending on when we decide to get married.” She added quickly, like he’d be offended by her suggestion. 

“Not this year,” He told her with a laugh, “I guess we’ll see how long it takes to save up and get your dream dress.” He teased as he reached down to squeeze at her knee, earning a giggle from her. Speaking about the wedding felt odd, made it that much more real. It was exciting.

His final urine test went well, freeing him from the tiring hassle of having to go back and forth. He could finally let that all go thankfully. It was like that chip was finally off of his shoulder. 

“You’re sure you’re okay in here?” He asked once again, bending down to the open windows as Kim crossed her legs and pulled her book open. She nodded as she tucked a few loose strands of hair behind her ear, trying to keep it from catching in the wind.

“Of course,” She smiled softly, though he didn’t miss the worrying look in her eyes, “If you need anything let me know. I’m not that far away.” She reminded him, furrowing her eyebrows together. He nodded as he leaned down to peck her lips.

“I know,” He hummed as he tapped his fingers against the inside of her car, “I’ll see you soon.” He told her seriously, knowing that he wouldn’t let Neil get to him this time. It was just a quick check in, more out of curiosity than anything else. 

He walked inside, feeling like he wasn’t quite sure what to do with his hands as he went through the same process as last time. He felt odd inside of the building as they directed him along, taking him to the familiar meeting station. 

“Hey,” Billy felt odd as he sat back down into the chair, “How are you?” He asked first thing, unsure of what to start with. His father looked older, far different from the way Billy remembered him. He was smaller, more frail and pale with thick bags underneath his eyes. But no bruises or fresh injuries. He supposed that was well. 

“Your hair is long.” Neil pointed out instead of greeting him or answering his question. He furrowed his eyebrows together, narrowing his eyes like he wasn’t sure about the look. Billy already knew what he thought about it.

“Yeah.”

“Hm,” Neil paused for a moment, “I’m well I suppose. It gets lonely here.” He admitted. Billy reached out to touch the end of his hair in surprise, wondering if he should have tried to hide it better before he came in. 

“I’m sure,” Billy said as he nodded his head, “I brought you some root beer hard candies. And those cherry chocolates.” He recounted the small list off of the top of his head, hoping that Neil would at least enjoy some of it. 

“What for?” He asked in confusion, touching at his temple. He sounded more strict this time, a little harsher. Just like Billy remembered him to be. It wasn’t as reassuring as what he thought it would be. 

“Easter,” He said softly, “It’s tomorrow.” He reminded him gently, unsure if Neil knew that or not. He wondered if he even knew what the date was, or where he was at. Billy didn’t ask. He was too afraid to know what the answer was. 

“That’s right,” Neil nodded his head in agreement, “I’d almost forgotten.” He shook his head a second later, scoffing like he couldn’t believe himself. Billy remained calm, stoic as he let Neil relax once again. 

“I thought you might like them,” He hummed softly as he rubbed his thumb across his bottom lip, “Has everything been alright?” He clarified, hoping that his answer might give him some sort of clarity. He truly was curious. 

“Not too shabby,” Neil commented, “Been visiting the doctor quite a bit. How about yourself?” He kept his answers short and simple, like he didn’t want to go into many more details. Billy didn’t press either. He didn’t want Neil to be angry once again. 

“Good,” He replied, feeling a smile burst free and onto his lips as he thought of Kim, “Really good actually. I proposed.” He spit out before he could help himself, deciding that this would be the best part of the visit. 

“You did?” Neil asked with a smile, “To that Katherine girl?” He tilted his head and Billy got the brief hint that he might be excited as well. Just briefly. 

“Kim,” He confirmed with a nod of his head, “Her name is Kim.” He added softly again, trying to decide if Neil had purposely slipped up or not. 

“Kimberly,” Neil sighed as he rubbed at his temple, “That’s right. You’ve had many girlfriends.” He shook his head like it was all confusing. Billy kept his lips pressed tightly together, keeping his tongue in place before he could defend himself. He reminded himself that it didn’t matter. 

“Do you remember her?” He asked softly, curious if he remembered being married to Susan at all. If he remembered beating on him and Kim when he found out the truth. It put a sour taste in his mouth as he recalled the memory. He suddenly didn’t want to be here any longer. 

“Have I met her?” Neil asked as he rubbed the top of his short hair, furrowing his eyebrows together even tighter. He clearly didn’t. Billy supposed it wasn’t a bad thing. 

“Do you remember Susan?” He asked softly, “Or Maxine?” He dug a little deeper, watching as Neil exhaled deeply and closed his eyes for a moment. 

“I don’t suppose so.”

“Do you remember Stacey?” He questioned quietly, unsure of why she popped into his thoughts. At least that would give him some clarity on where his mind had fogged over. 

“My memory is fading, boy. I’m not a complete loss yet,” Neil chuckled as he watched him, “Though I do suppose it’s been a few years since I’ve been with her, has it not?” He questioned as he raised one of his eyebrows. 

“Many years.” Billy said softly, recognizing that Neil’s memory problems were just recent. It was odd to process, to think that something so recently could be forgotten. 

“Is Susan someone of importance?” He asked as he furrowed his eyebrows together, “There was a woman with that name in my report.” He drifted off for a moment, making Billy wonder if he even knew what he did. He doubted it and Billy wouldn’t be the one to remind him. Not when Neil could freak out in the way he had with Rosemary. 

“How’s the food here?” Billy questioned instead, changing the subject completely as he tapped his free hand against the desk in front of him. He was glad for the glass in between them, knowing that Neil would hate it if he saw what he was doing. 

“Never been one to complain about a free meal.” Neil replied with a small laugh, making Billy nod in agreement. Nothing could be as bad as Susan's cooking. It was awful. 

“I’m looking for places for you to go,” He said finally, “Once you’re released.” He clarified a second later, thinking that it might make things a little easier for him. 

“Your home isn’t good enough for me?” Neil tilted his head, an offended expression on his features as he curled his eyebrows up towards his forehead. Billy stalled for a second, just for a split moment before he recovered once again. 

“I don’t really have one,” He shifted uncomfortably in his seat at the lie, “I’m in college. At a dorm.” He added, hoping that Neil wouldn’t remember this conversation. He probably wouldn’t. Hopefully. 

“Oh,” Neil grinned from ear to ear, “What are you studying?” He asked, although Billy knew that if he had actually gone to college that Neil would’ve judged him for it. Nothing ever made him happy. He was dumb for not going, but if he had gone he would’ve been too good. It didn’t make sense. 

“Cooking.” He spit out, saying the first thing that came to his mind. He did his best to keep from cowering, knowing that Neil would hate that answer. His expression said it all too, even in his confusion. 

“Ah,” He pressed his lips together, “It was hard to keep you out of the kitchen. I think you got your love of cooking from my mother.” No, he was wrong. Billy got it from his own mother. 

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“Happy Easter,” Kim grinned as she approached him, a pair of bunny ears placed neatly on her head, “How do I look?” She asked as she placed her hands on her hips, showing off the soft yellow dress she was wearing. 

“Cute,” He grinned as he tucked a piece of her hair behind her ear, “Are you wearing that to church?” He asked her with a laugh, looking at the splash of freckles that were on her cheeks and nose. 

“No,” She said with a giggle, wrinkling up her nose in a cute manner, “I’m not sure if they would like that.” She replied as she slowly pulled it off of her head. She set it down before she began to straighten her hair out again, looking deep in thought again for a moment. 

Going to church had been a surprise to him, but Rosemary had suggested it all for them last night. Russell had groaned and moaned about it, but Billy was sort of excited. It had been a while since he had been to a service. 

“You look cute though,” He observed as he kissed her cheek, “We really don’t have to go.” He reminded her, noticing that she looked more displaced than anything. She hadn’t said anything about being uncomfortable, but that didn’t mean that she wasn’t. 

“Everyone else is going,” She said as she nodded her head, “It’s fine. It’ll be a new experience I suppose.” She smiled once again, looking like she might be excited. He snorted, knowing that there wasn’t much excitement inside of the building. 

“Alright,” He hummed as he kissed her forehead, “I’m excited.” He told her gently, watching as she leaned into him. 

“Me too,” She smiled as she hugged onto his side, “I think Gina and them are going too.” She told him as she breathed in deeply against the side of his neck, making him smile at the feeling of her cool nose against his skin. 

“Are they?” He asked her curiously, wrinkling his eyebrows together. He hadn’t spoken to Tommy since they’d gotten back. He had plans to do so, but preferred to meet in person rather than to speak on the phone. 

“I think they agreed it would be good for Jennifer,” She smiled as she held up a little basket, “Look. I made her some Easter treats.” She smiled brightly as she held it against her hip, looking proud of her creation. 

“She can’t eat it.” He chuckled softly as he reminded her, not at all surprised that Kim would get a head start on giving someone else a sweet tooth. 

“There’s no food in it,” She giggled as she moved the basket away, “It has some cute baby socks that I did again, a little stuffed carrot and a headband scarf.” She proclaimed, showing off the little items. 

“Cute,” He grinned as he kissed her cheek, “You’re very sweet.” He told her seriously, suddenly content with the idea of staying in and stripping her out of her cute dress. He wondered if she had any idea of how she affected him. 

“I’m going to make her like me,” She declared, “I’m determined to make her love me.” She furrowed her eyebrows tightly together, looking like she wouldn’t give up until it was completed. He smiled softly. 

“She’d be silly not to,” He chuckled as he adjusted the bow that was holding the top sections of her hair back, “You’re easy to love.” He told her seriously, taking his time as he drifted his fingers down through her soft hair. 

“You’re very sweet,” She grinned as she held his hand and walked out with him, “I’m nervous to be in church.” She told him softly, speaking her fears out loud for the first time. He nodded his head at what he already knew. 

“They won’t have any idea,” He reassured her, “There will be a ton of people today anyways.” He told her seriously, knowing that there would be so many visitors at the service that they wouldn’t even be noticed. 

They walked towards the kitchen, Kim shuffling off for a moment to grab one of the muffins Rosemary had baked this morning. Billy had already had one, but quickly decided that he wouldn’t have any other sweets. Knowing his mother, she’d make many more sweets for this meal. 

“Why?” Russell was whining as he struggled to get the buttons on his shirt adjusted, “We didn’t go for Christmas.” He pouted out his lips, clearly not happy to be awake on his last free morning from school.

“Because I said so,” Rosemary replied as she pulled his hair out of his face, tying it back neatly, “And because it’s good for you.” She smiled as she stood on the tips of her toes, tilting her head so she could face him.

“I’d rather play my video games.” He mumbled as he shrugged his shoulders, giving up on the fight that he wouldn't be able to win. 

“Maybe this will give you good inspiration to jot down in your journal.” Sam suggested, looking fairly well put together himself. He was scrubbing furiously at his glasses, apparently trying to make the glass crystal clear.

“Yeah, like what?” Russell continued to grumble on, looking like he was seconds away from pleading to stay at the house. Billy shook his head, knowing that the service wouldn’t last that long. 

“It was a suggestion,” Sam said as he fixed his glasses, “You know, J.R.R. Tolkien had some Christian influences in his stories.” He pointed out, nodding his head like it was some big deal. Billy paused. 

“Whose that?” Billy mumbled towards Kim, bending towards her ear so only she could hear him. She grinned as she held onto his bicep, giving him a reassuring squeeze. 

“He wrote The Hobbit,” Kim whispered back to him, “And Lord of the Rings. Oh, Billy. You should read them. They’re incredible.” She had a giddy look in her eye, like she thought that he might accept her offer. Not today.

“Uh huh,” He said with a nod of his head, sure that he would not be interested in it, “Are we riding together?” He asked everyone else, having a feeling they would be late if they didn’t start moving. 

“It would be easier,” Rosemary replied as she finished fussing over the last bits of Russell’s hair, “Okay, okay I’m finished.” She quickly said as he continued to whine.

“You can’t go,” Kim cooed as she bent down to Pearl, who had begun to rub her body against Kim’s ankles, “You have to watch the house.” She smiled as she gave Pearl’s nose a little poke, like she could somehow understand. 

“And eat the bread.” Russell added with a shake of his head, like it was ridiculous. Billy was fairly certain that Kim would bring her if she could. 

“I have the bread put away,” Rosemary said, “Come on before we��re late.” She replied as she began to swat everyone out the door, grabbing the keys on her way out. 

Kim ended up being shuffled in the middle, between him and Russell on the drive there. Billy had no idea which church they were going to and whether it would be a good one or not. Kim rested her cheek on his shoulder, linking their fingers together tightly. 

By the time they arrived he could tell that he was right about there being many people. Kim attached herself tightly to his side, like a second skin as they slowly wiggled themselves inside. She seemed taken aback by the loud piano, about the many people that greeted them and held out hands to shake. 

“Where do we go?” Kim asked, apparently distracted as she bumped into his back. She seemed overwhelmed as she began to move her eyes through the crowd once again, her tone coming off a little short. 

“Over here,” He chuckled as he glanced back at her, “We just need to find a spot.” He reassured her, hoping that she would be calm once they got settled in. 

“Not in the front,” Sam replied as he wrinkled his nose, “But not all the way in the back. We’ll have to get a booster seat for mom if we do that.” He teased as he playfully elbows Rosemary, making her scoff in response. 

“Hilarious,” Rosemary commented as Russell kept a tight grip on her, “Your father should be a comedian.” She shook her head as she followed behind, smiling despite her sarcastic tone. 

“I think he’s funny.” Russell defended Sam, nodding his head quickly as Billy snorted in response. He wasn't surprised that Russell would think that. 

“Over here,” She said as she motioned them over, walking in first. She pulled Russell towards her, plopping him down in between her and Sam. It was probably the best spot for him, “I’ll scoot down, we can save the inside of the row for your friends?”

“Which friends?” Sam asked as he furrowed his eyebrows together, looking like he had missed out on the whole conversation in the car about how they’d manage to find their friends. 

“Tommy, Steve and Gina.” Kim replied cheerily, smiling brightly as she recounted the names once again. Sam parted his lips, still looking baffled. 

“Is that the blonde girl?” He asked curiously as he thought to himself. Billy laughed for a second before he realized that Sam was serious. He blinked in surprise. 

“No, daddy,” Kim responded with a shake of her head, “The one with the baby. You’ve met them a few times now.” She explained patiently, watching the way Sam continued to try and figure out who that was. 

“I have?” He questioned out loud, “Huh. Oh right. I remember now.” He nodded his head stiffly, looking like he truly did not remember at all. 

“He’s as bad as my dad.” Billy mumbled to her, keeping his voice low as Kim’s eyes widened. She linked their fingers together once again, making him smile at how her skin melted against his. 

“He’s always been like that,” Kim giggled softly, “He never could remember any of my friends' names.” She told him honestly, nodding her head as she glanced back at her father. He chuckled as he swapped his hands so he could wrap his arm around her shoulder. 

“Probably a good thing,” He hummed as he leaned against her, “I hope you’ll like the service.” he pressed a kiss against the side of her temple, breathing in her sweet scent. She tapped her fingers against his knuckles softly. 

“I’m sure it’ll be interesting.” She replied gently, her hazel eyes flashing in reassurance. He wondered if this would be good enough to convince her to have their ceremony in a similar place like this. He hoped so. The building was pretty. 

Steve, Gina and Tommy waltzed in late; making the five of them squeeze their legs to their chest so they could squeeze into the empty side of the aisle. Well, Rosemary didn’t have to. And she was the first one to pick Jennifer up to hold her.

Billy was sort of fascinated with the way she seemed to be growing so fast. Her hair was still wild and unruly, despite the rather large blue bow on the top of her head. It matched her blue frilly dress. She sat up a little bit easier on her own, moved her hands a little more freely. Although she still bore the same bored expression, like she wanted to be anywhere else.

He stole her away a few minutes later, grinning at the way she rested in her arms. She was certainly chubbier than she had been, definitely from all the milk she got whenever she wanted. Kim peered over his arm, holding her finger out as Jennifer quickly took it.

She grinned as Jennifer squeezed it, some drool sliding from her lips as she kicked her little feet around. Kim tickled at her sides, accidentally earning a loud squeak from Jennifer’s lips that drew far too many eyes in their direction. Kim flushed in response.

She stuck out like a sore thumb, even worse than Sam as she tripped and stumbled in her spot. He could tell right away that she wasn’t lying, that she really hadn’t ever been to church before. She never knew when to stand, missed the cues from the priest and he was fairly certain she was daydreaming more than she was listening. But he didn’t truly mind. At least she came for him.

Sam sat with his elbows on his knees, his fingers laced as he stared down at his shoes. He kept tapping them, not loud enough to hear but enough to keep himself distracted. Billy could easily tell that he wasn’t a fan of anything the priest was saying. It was odd.

Kim kept her eyes plastered towards the glass stained windows, her fingers brushing shapes into his leg. It took him a while before he recognized that she was tracing out the image and shape from the glass onto his thigh. It was soft, reassuring. 

“What do you think?” He asked once it was over and they were standing, waiting as Steve and Gina argued over the best way to get Jennifer into their carseat. Tommy watched in irritation, like he was growing tired of listening to them. 

“Sounds like a typical service, I think.” Kim said softly as she wiggled out of the way, letting an elderly couple pass by them. She grinned towards him, but he was still curious about her thoughts. 

“Did you like it?” He asked what he really wanted to know. He hoped that she wouldn’t think he was suggesting going to church all of the time, but he thought it might be nice to occasionally go. 

“It wasn’t bad, if that’s what you’re acting,” She responded as she took his hand, “Just different than what I’m used to.” She said with a nod of her head, saying it softly like she was afraid that she might offend him. 

“Were things not scientifically correct?” He teased her as he tilted his head towards her, wrapping his arm around her slender waist once again. He hated to admit that much of the service had consisted of unholy thoughts about her and those bunny ears she had worn earlier. 

“I never said that,” She replied with a laugh, resting her head against him as Tommy began to move his way down the aisle, “You look handsome.” She told him softly, nodding at the tux that he was wearing.

“It’s been a while since I’ve been to church,” He admitted as he brushed a hand over his chest, “I see now that I’m very overdressed.” He stuck his cheeks out before he exhaled roughly, shaking his head as his cheeks grew red.

“You are,” Billy laughed for the first time, no longer able to keep it together, “You look great though.” He nodded his head, giving his shoulder a rough pat. Tommy snorted as he rolled his eyes.

“You could’ve warned me.” He added as he pointed an accusing finger towards him. He glanced over his shoulder at the way Gina scoffed audibly before she picked up the carseat and left in the opposite direction. Steve’s shoulders sagged before he slowly turned and made his way towards them. 

“I didn’t know you were coming,” Billy answered honestly as Kim squeezed at his side, “You look well.” He commented once Steve was in front of him, his hair messy and his own bags still underneath his eyes.

“Did you have fun on your romantic getaway?” Steve asked instead, pulling a stiff smile onto his lips before he began to mess with his hair. Kim perked up against him. 

“We did,” She answered as she leaned against him, squeezing at his waist again, “We tried a lot of new things, didn’t we?” She tilted her head as she looked towards him, her lips pulling into a soft smirk. He felt his eyes widen, his cheeks burning as his mouth suddenly turned dry. 

“I think I’m missing something.” Tommy narrowed his eyes as he looked between them, trying to read between Billy’s reaction. He coughed, covering up his delay as Kim bit back her own laughter. 

“Nothing,” He answered sharply, “You’re missing nothing.” He replied sternly, giving her backside a quick swat. She yelped and he supposed church wasn’t the best place to smack her butt, but it was well deserved. 

“Right,” Steve replied as he watched them closely, “I’ll take your word for it.” He leaned against the pew, making a face for a moment as he continued to look at where Gina had left. 

“You and Gina seem better.” Billy answered, doing his best to keep from sounding sarcastic. They did seem better earlier, but he had a feeling Gina was still stressed. Tommy mumbled something towards Kim before she nodded her head, giving Billy a smile before they headed out towards the doors.

“Usually. I have taken my head out of my ass,” He commented, making Billy wince at the mention of penetration, “Better, I think. I’ve been paying attention to her more, I understand that things were really difficult for her.” He explained as he rubbed the back of his neck, looking like he felt guilty. That was good. A step in the right direction. 

“Yeah,” Billy nodded along with him, “Good for you. Gina’s nice.” He told Steve seriously as they made their way towards the exit this time. Steve paused for a moment before he glanced towards him. 

“What’s that mean?” He asked seriously, almost demanding an answer. Billy cocked an eyebrow in confusion. 

“She’s nice?” He repeated, unsure of what Steve was looking for. Billy didn’t have a lot of things to say about Gina. She was just nice. She had good music taste too. 

“So you still have a thing for her or something?” Steve asked as he planted his feet on the ground, resting his hands on his waist as his expression turned serious. Billy laughed.

“I’m engaged to Kim.” He said as he held up his own ring, making a point. His relationship with Gina had been far different, not even a relationship in his opinion. Steve was silly if he thought that his suggestion was serious. 

“I know how you were.” Steve nodded his head slowly as he kept his hands on his hips, looking like he was waiting for Billy to deny it. 

“Like you were any different.” Billy snorted as he walked past him, briefly hitting his arm against Steve’s elbow before he stepped outside. He listened as Steve scurried out after him. 

“That’s-,” He paused for a moment as he pressed his tongue against his cheek, “Okay that’s fair.” He furrowed his eyebrows as he winced, looking like he was regretting bringing up his worries entirely. 

“She’s just a good friend,” He replied with a shake of his head, “And I love Kim.” He said sternly, knowing that he’d never do anything to risk losing her. Not again. But the thought of being with someone else made him sick. He only wanted her. 

“Just making sure,” Steve nodded as he looked at where Kim was approaching, dragging her feet along with her, “Why so blue?” He asked as he rested against the side of the building. She did look fairly sad, her lips pulled into a frown and her shoulders sagging as she walked forward. 

“I’m too old to hunt for candy,” She replied as she pouted her lips out and leaned against Billy, “I recruited Russell to do it.” She mumbled as she rested her cheek against his, sighing deeply like it was a great loss. 

“You could’ve just said you were helping Jennifer.” Steve spoke up as he laughed, looking like that was the most obvious answer. It certainly wasn’t a bad one. 

“Tommy beat me to it.” She replied as she inhaled deeply, looking gloomy as she held onto Billy. He laughed as he kissed her softly, hoping that Steve was watching. He chuckled as he pulled away, amused with her pouting.

“Very rude of him.” He added as she fell against him, laughing softly as she held onto his waist. Steve wrinkled his nose, like he was suddenly uncomfortable. Billy figured it had to do with his odd statement from earlier. Perhaps his issues in his own relationship had him picking apart others. 

“Very,” Kim agreed softly, “Russell said we could split it as long as I buy him ice cream.” She said with a nod of her head, looking like it was completely fair to her.

“You just got him all of that stuff from our trip.” He told her in disbelief, shaking his head at Russell’s antics. He was a good negotiator, he supposed.

“I still can’t believe there’s a mini version of you running around,” Steve spoke up as he thought out loud, tilting his head to the side, “I guess there’ll be more when you guys- uh. Yeah.” He nodded his head slowly, speaking his words smoothly.

“Yep,” Kim squeaked out, cheeks burning as she stiffened up, “It would be cute if our kids looked like him. Especially his nose.” She commented, relaxing a bit as she pressed a finger down against his nose. He scoffed.

“Nothing is wrong with yours,” He told her seriously, liking how dainty and cute hers was as well, “Kids are too expensive right now.” He said as he dropped the topic, knowing that it made Kim uncomfortable. He wondered if it had more to do with the fact that she realized that people knew they had sex, or if she was just worried about not giving him children yet. 

“Tell me about it,” Steve mumbled underneath his breath, then grinning as Tommy and Gina came in tow with Jennifer and her little basket, “Hey, it’s your little twin.” He pointed out as Russell followed behind, grumbling as Steve’s words landed on his ears. 

“Did you beat all those little kids?” Kim asked quickly as she looked down at the basket of candy, clearly excited as little pieces fell out of the side. 

“Kim.” Billy stated as he shook his head, shocked by her words. She grinned sheepishly at him before she bent down to pick the pieces that had fallen out. 

“What?” She asked innocently, “Chocolate is important.” She laughed as she cradled it in her arms, like it was truly something delicate. He shook his head. 

“Do you see this bag?” Russell asked proudly, “Do you think anyone else got to this?” He grinned as he looked down at the basket, holding it similarly to the way Gina was carrying Jennifer. 

“He tripped me!” Tommy protested from across the way, shaking his head as Russell began to mumble something about how it wasn’t his fault. Billy shushed him before height got brought up, remembering how sensitive Tommy was about that. 

“I’ve never been so proud before.” Kim patted Russell’s face gently, earning a strong nod from him as he gave her a little hug. He shook his head as he watched the two of them. 

“Your teeth are going to rot out,” Billy said simply, “Both of you.” He pointed at the two of them, wondering if the candy was really worth stealing it from a bunch of little kids. 

“Cool,” Russell grinned, “I wonder if I can still gum on candy with no teeth. You have tiny teeth.” He observed as he glanced towards Kim. Her smile dropped as she looked at him in confusion, her eyes widening just a smidge. 

“Cute teeth,” Billy clarified as she furrowed her eyebrows together and held her fingers up to her mouth, “They’re very cute. Like you.” He added as he touched her cheek softly, hoping that Russell didn’t hurt her feelings. It wasn’t a bad thing. They fit her well. 

“Oh nasty,” He scoffed, “See you in the car.” He grumbled as he walked away, leaving a little trail of candy in his wake that Billy was sure that Kim would chase after. He turned back towards their friends, deciding that he didn’t want to stay very long after all.

“You should come by later in the week,” Gina suggested as she looked at them, smiling as she gave Jennifer a little kiss on the top of her head, “I could use the company.” She said honestly as she glanced towards the boys.

“That would be fun,” Kim smiled, “And you can come over whenever you want.” She added quickly, looking like she was still determined to have Gina finish school with her. Billy figured it was too late for this year, but he said nothing as he gave the other two a wave.

Sam was oddly silent on the ride home, which Billy was fairly certain it had to do with the service. Even if he didn’t admit to it. It was odd sometimes, to think about how different his childhood had been in comparison to Kim’s. 

Pearl greeted them at the door, sitting on the top of the shoe rack as she meowed loudly. Kim quickly picked her up, nuzzling their cheeks together as he brushed his fingers through her white fur. 

“Somebody missed us.” Kim cooed as she brushed her nose against Pearl’s. She stood up straighter a second later, brushing her fingers through her fur as everyone began to remove their shoes. 

“I’m going to get lunch finished up,” Rosemary spoke up as she began to pull her hair on top of her head, “Don’t eat too much candy. You too, Sam.” She said as she gave him a warning look, like she wanted him to remember on his own.

“I got it,” He mumbled as he unwrapped his second candy bar of the day, “This is my last one.” He promised with a gleeful smile, following her towards the kitchen. Billy waited until they were gone before he scooped Kim up, earning a squeal from her as he planted a fat kiss against her cheek.

“You two are so disgusting.” Russell huffed out once Billy dropped her onto the floor softly. She laughed, smiling as she balanced herself out once again. He squeezed at her waist, watching as she walked forward. 

“One day,” Kim began playfully as she poked Russell’s nose, “You’ll have your own girlfriend to bring home.” Russell’s features fell, his blue eyes turning devastated as he took in her words. Kim straightened up a bit, parting her lips as her features turned to worry. Billy paused for a moment, forgetting that she was in the dark about this. 

“Or just a friend,” Billy clarified, “Someone. A partner. Right, Kim?” He nudged her along, hoping that she would catch on without him having to spell it out clearly. She looked at him curiously for a moment before her lips parted. 

“Oh,” She straightened up her shoulders, “A partner. Of course. One day you’ll have your own partner to bring home. And then you can be as disgusting with them as you want.” She said as she hugged at Russell’s side again, making his eyes go wide in embarrassment. 

“Gross.” Billy responded, wrinkling his nose as Russell’s features burned a bright red. He didn’t think that Russell needed to be thinking about anyone like that. He was too young. 

“It’s romantic,” She clarified as she took another piece of candy, “I think it’s cute.” She shrugged her shoulders before she popped it into her mouth, beginning to chew it down happily. 

“I’m going anywhere else,” Russell replied as he quickly turned on his feet, only to be attacked by Pearl who had been waiting for him to walk by. She curled her little body around his ankle, digging her front paws into his sock then began to kick with her back paws at his ankle, “Fucker!”

“I didn’t know that-,” She trailed off for a second, a thoughtful look crossing her features, “Well, I suspected it a little bit. Especially when you said that thing about Steve the other day.” She replied as she continued to speak her thoughts out loud.

“I found out accidentally,” He said softly, feeling a bit guilty for keeping it from her, “I didn’t think it was my place to say.” He admitted a second later, hoping that she wouldn’t be upset.

“Oh, absolutely not,” She told him softly as she offered him a piece of candy this time. He shook his head, not really hungry for that at the moment, “It was his own secret to tell. Though, I suppose he didn’t really share it.” She replied as she puckered her lips out, then shrugged her shoulders.

He watched her for a second, a little amazed at how welcoming and open she was with everyone. He loved her kind heart, how she never complained about the way Max behaved or dressed, how she had never thought of Billy as being less than for his past. She was incredible in his eyes. 

Dinner was nice, as good as Russell had described it to be. Billy thought that it was the best Easter dinner that he’d ever had. Certainly beat greasy cheeseburgers in a crowded restaurant while Neil watched the sports game. It was nice to feel like he had a home. 

Kim surprised him that night, dressing in her smallest nightgown with the pair of bunny ears that she had worn earlier. He continued to trace his fingers up her thighs, across her sides and up to her ribs. He watched the way goosebumps formed on her skin, how her cheeks flushed. 

She leaned in for a kiss but he paused, resting his head against hers as he inhaled deeply through his nose. She dragged her fingers across his skin, making sparks form from the sensation. 

“What are you doing?” She asked softly as she leaned in again, only for him to pull away. He sat up quickly, feeling like he couldn’t kiss her just yet. He’d smoked one too many cigarettes earlier and could taste the bitter sensation on his tongue. He didn’t want her to suffer from that. 

“Don’t go anywhere,” He told her quickly, nodding his head as he held a finger up, “I’ll be right back.” He told her seriously before he turned, walking fast towards the bathroom. He flipped on the light, then shut the door quietly behind him.

He raced once he was inside, beginning to scrub at his teeth and get his breath fresh and clean. He washed his face after that, getting his skin refreshed before he used a towel to dry his skin off. 

He took the same motions back down the hall, being careful to keep from waking anyone as he slowly made his way back to their room. Pearl hobbled along beside him, making him groan at the thought of kicking her out.

By the time he returned, Kim was laying on her stomach with an arm underneath her pillow and a leg kicking up towards her hips. He sighed deeply, looking at the way her bunny ears had fallen off onto the floor.

He slowly bent down to pick them up before he rested them on the dresser. He pulled the blankets over her next, getting her comfortable before Pearl jumped up and nestled her body against the back of Kim’s knee. 

He bent over, pushing her hair from her forehead before he gave her a soft kiss. He wouldn’t wake her, not when she was sleeping so peacefully. He’d have plenty of time in the future to see her in her little bunny ears once again.