#billy never shuts the fuck up actually

[fingersinmyhair]

waking up to a lil request in my inbox is so nice I missed that shit

[fingertipsmp3]

I need mediocre men to stop having opinions on Taylor Swift

[landoughnut]

Nurse He's Out Again

♡ masterlist - request!

♡ pairing - lando norris x fem!reader (fc - brooke shields :)

♡ summary - just lando thirsting on the main and giving being a pr nightmare, also him fighting for his life in the comments

♡ warnings - horny/simp lando, crack, some fluff, some cursing, one kms mention

♡ w/c & a/n - smau | wanted to do a social media one cause i love reading them so much so here we are! i really love this actually so i hope you enjoy xoxo

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[tojirights]

getting into a fight with billy and he pushes you against the wall, arm against your throat. he wants to be mad, to keep snarling in your face but he stops dead in his tracks when you moan. embarrassment surges through your body, taking the place of anger very quickly. "d'ya like this, hm?" billy smirks, finding yet another weakness he can use against you.

you struggle to get his arm off of you, but his muscles flex and hold you firmly in place. "fuck you." you cough out, barely able to find any air. butcher actually laughs this time, kicking your feet apart to slide his knee between your thighs. "i bet you’d love that, ya filthy little girl." he coos into your ear, breath ghosting over your skin. you can't help the strained whimper that leaves your constrained throat.

"are we fighting or fucking, butcher?" you snarl, gritting your teeth and trying to stand your ground but you can't deny the throb taking place between your legs. butcher relaxes the pressure on your throat in favor of pushing his body against yours. you can feel his cock digging into your hip, straining against the zipper of his jeans. "oy well, ain't that the million dollar question..." he grunts, and you're greatful that his body is reacting the same way.

"i do love me a good ol' hate fuck..." he mutters to himself before his lips crash into yours. its a frenzy to get his jeans undone and free his cock. unfortunately for you, your leggings weren't long for this world as butcher rips a hole straight through the crotch.

his hands quickly fly down your sides before landing on your hips. butcher's fingers dig into your skin, sure to leave puffy bruises in his wake as he easily lifts you up. it's almost insulting, the way he can just toss you around, but your body has thoughts of its own. in one swift move, butcher's pushing the thick head of his cock slowly inside your aching cunt. the stretch makes your thighs shake even while wrapped around billy's waist.

"aye, what a good little cunt..." billy groans, warmth enveloping his cock as your pussy takes in every thick inch. "fucking christ, billy." you whine, your arms coming around to dig into his back. he doesn't give you nearly enough time to adjust to his size, quickly bouncing you on his cock and using the wall as leverage. "what's that, love? too much cock for ya?" he teases, pushing impossibly deeper until the head of his cock has nowhere else to go.

you shoot him "shut up and fuck me, you perv." your words lack their usual venom, too turned on to bother with really insulting him. the amount of times you've thought about this exact scenario was maybe slightly embarrassing, but you can't say you're upset now that you finally have butcher balls deep inside of you. "aye, i never keep a lady waitin'..." he snickers, his lips finding the exposed skin of your neck and collarbone.

each nip of his teeth has your head spinning, pleasure and pain mixing in an incredibly intoxicating potion. you're going to have no good explanation for the bruises tomorrow, but all you can seem to care about is butcher's hand sneaking between your bodies to play with your swollen clit. "yer gonna sing pretty for me when ya cum on my cock, right princess?" he's pushing you to the edge, faster than you could have anticipated, your legs shaking with every tandem thrust and flick of his finger.

butcher's cock rubs so snugly against your sweet spot, your vision going blurry as the pleasure consumes you. "f-fuck you, billy." you gasp, back arched off the wall as he pounds your cunt relentlessly. he just chuckles, feeling the way your pussy flutters around him. "wouldn't wanna be doin' anythin' else right about now." the growl in his voice is enough to push you over the edge, stars exploding behind your eyes as the most intense orgasm you've ever had rolls over you.

you're left gasping, panting for breath as butcher keeps fucking your pulsing cunt. "fuckin' hell... just milkin' the cum out, ain't ya? ya want me ta fill this fuckin' cunt up, leave your poor pussy drippin'?" you whimper at his filthy words, clenching around his length as he puncuates every word with a thrust. butcher's groan is animalistic, coming deep from his throat as he releases deep inside of you. each thick rope of cum coats your fluttering walls before dripping down billy's legnth.

he holds you for a moment, panting as he rides out the pleasure. but the silent bliss only lasts for another moment before billy's hand is back around your throat. "don't think this gets you off the hook. still pissed about you lettin' that piece of shite live..." he grumbles, kissing your puffy lips before placing you gently back on your feet and turning his back to you.

you roll your eyes, leaning heavily against the walls as you regain feeling in your legs. "butcher i need pants!" you call as he goes to walk away from you, but he just gives you the middle finger over his shoulder while smirking, leaving you to find new clothes while still leaking cum down your thighs.

"what a fucking gentleman..." you groan.

[wonderjanga]

Marvel’s Real Name

Now, you know how Freddy’s called Junior? Yeah, let’s take that a little bit further.

Billy and Freddy are bickering in one of the computer rooms of the Watchtower. Of course, they’re in their Marvel forms. Batman’s on one of the nearby computers.

Marvel and Junior: *whisper yelling at each other about god knows what*

Marvel: *louder* “Oh my gods! Freddy shut u-” *cuts himself off with an ‘I fucked up’ face*

Junior: *appalled*

Marvel and Junior: *slowly look over to Batman*

Batman: *staring right at them because he had originally turned around to tell them to quiet down since they were getting louder*

Marvel and Junior: *share a look and walk out of the room and to the zetas in complete silence*

Batman: *immediately pulls up both Marvel and Junior’s files because now he actually has a name for a face, or rather maybe faces?*

Back in Fawcett…

Freddy and Billy: *Both detransformed and now on a bench*

Freddy: “Dude, what is the matter with you?!” *shaking Billy by the shoulders*

Billy: “I said I was sorry!”

Freddy: “Sorry doesn’t cut it! You can’t just name drop me in front of Batman of all people!”

Billy: “I’m sorry!” *says more desperately this time* *still being shaken by Freddy* “Maybe he won’t find out!”

Freddy: “Of course he’ll find out! He’s Batman!”

Freddy then proceeded to continue to shaking Billy until the Batson vomited on the sidewalk after getting too dizzy.

The next day…

Marvel: *doing a jigsaw puzzle in the same rec room as yesterday sitting crisscross applesauce on the floor*

Hal Jordan: *walked into rec room to watch tv. He sees Marvel* “Hey, Fred.”

Marvel: *doesn’t respond, still hyper focused on his puzzle*

Hal Jordan: “Cap? Buddy?” *leans on Marvel, looking at the puzzle*

Marvel: “Yeah?” *looks away from puzzle to Hal*

Hal Jordan: “Huh.”

Marvel: “Huh what?”

Hal Jordan: “You’re good at the whole not responding to your name thing.”

Marvel: “Huh??? What’re you talking about?”

Hal Jordan: “Well, I heard through the grapevine, aka Spooky told Supes, Flash overheard, he told Hawkgirl, she told John, and he told me.”

Marvel: “Oh…!” *now scared cause he thinks they know his name now*

Hal Jordan: “And now that I think about it, your name honestly suits you. You look like a Freddy.”

Marvel: *now dumbfounded* “What? My name isn’t Freddy.”

Hal Jordan: “Uh yeah it is dude. If Junior is a junior, you’re senior. Freddy Senior.”

After that, Marvel just let them call him Fred, and Junior Freddy. He never corrected them which made them assume they were correct, but they didn’t know that Billy was just going with the flow.

Like a week later…

Billy and Freddy: *eating some sandwiches on the curb as their normal forms*

Freddy: “By the way, dude. You totally bogarted my name.”

Billy: “What? No I didn’t. They just assumed it was mine and I just went with it.” *takes another bite of his sandwich*

Freddy: “Still bogarting, bro.”

Billy: “Would you rather they know my name is Billy?”

Freddy: *takes another bite of his sandwich and talks while chewing* “No.”

Billy: “Then zip it, lock it and put it in your pocket, man.”

Freddy: *uses good leg to kick Billy in the shin*

Billy: “Ow!” *rubs the shin that got hit* “What was that for??”

Freddy: “That was me politely telling you to not use the kindergarten way of telling me to shut up.”

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★ from the pace she was fucking you at, it should've hurt. but it didn't. quite the opposite, actually, it felt amazing, and she was the only one who could make you feel like this. billie was the only one who could make you see stars every night. her strap hit places deep inside of you that you didn't even know was possible, her hand reaching over your body to grab a handful of your hair and tug it back, watching as your back arched beautifully.

your ass was on full display for her, her palm coming down on your skin harshly and leaving a red mark. she took her bottom lip between her teeth, head lolling back as she just imagined how fucking tight you were. your moans only increased in volume, her own grunts becoming more breathy as the base of the indigo strap hit her clit just right, "can't even speak n'more, can ya, mamas?" she taunts, leaning over your weak body to press opened-mouth kisses on your shoulder.

"c'mon, wanna hear you say how good 'm'fuckin' you. wanna hear it from between those pretty lips," she whispers, eyes fluttering shut as she bites her lip. a low moan of your name is released into your ear as she continues to thrust into you from behind, smacking your ass every now and then, "s'good—fuuck.. gonna cum, baby..!" billie smiles, chuckling breathily into your ear as she grabs your hips with both of her hands, pulling your ass against her front and causing the strap to go deeper, "me too, pretty girl, shit—"

a loud moan rips through your throat as your ears pick up on the quiet, subtle sounds of your girlfriends whimpers, eyes rolling back as your arms give out and you fall face first onto the mattress, "mhh.. gonna cum on my cock, huh? c'mon, make a mess f'me," she moans lowly, and that's all it takes for you to release all over her strap. she doesn't stop, though, not even after she helps you ride out your high, "too 'uch, bils..! no, can't take n'more," you cry out, gripping the sheets in your hands tightly as your body continues to rock back and forth in time with her thrusts.

"don't lie, y/n," she groans, your name coming out as a choked moan as her pleasure begins to heighten, "know you can take my cock. fuck. you can take a few more." a few. that's what she had said just nights prior, and you both had ended up going the entire night, only taking a few breaks in between to catch your breaths. she could never keep her hands off of you. not that you were complaining, anyway. your own words come out as dumb murmurs, inaudible to the girl pounding you into the mattress. she just chuckles at your weak attempt, tugging at your hair once more.

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[writethrough]

I Know Better

(Billy Hargrove x Female Reader)

Synopsis: You've heard every rumor about Billy Hargrove—from the girls, the guys, the teachers, the parents—it never interested you all that much. Until one of those pesky rumors involved you.

Warnings: Language, slut-shaming

Word Count: 1396

A/N: This is the first stop on the apology tour for everyone who's sent me in a request. It's been a year for some of you, and I'm so sorry and grateful for your patience.

I had a really hard time starting this in the sense that I had so many ideas, but none of them fit with this prompt. So, it took me a while to settle on the story I wanted to tell. I had to stop thinking about this as a “Billy is mean to everyone” fic, and start considering it a “You are Billy’s soft spot” fic. It had to be a “How is he different because of you?” And then it sort of clicked.  

This is a sort of soft-launch to a larger something. I'm not sure if it will turn into a full multi-part fic or just spontaneous additions in this little fanfic universe.

And to the anon who requested this, Tumblr ate your request when I tried saving it to my drafts, so I really, really hope you come across it.

I hope you enjoy!

Anon Request: “Another Billy request idea is “he’s mean as fuck to everyone but me

"Like??? Maybe I need to go to therapy but the hard as stone exterior on that boy and the thought of him being sweet as pie to his girl makes me mush” 

Moodboard by @saradika

Billy Hargrove never scared you. 

Not even in high school when all you heard about was his bark and bite and overall terrible attitude. 

You didn’t cross paths often, surprisingly so with how small Hawkins was, but sometimes you’d get glimpses of him against his locker or waiting by his car. 

You still remembered the time he pulled in beside you as you were shutting your door. 

Max had waved at you before rushing off to the middle school. Then, Billy had slowly risen, lighting a cigarette in the process, and locked eyes with you. 

He greeted you by name, a lazy smile spreading across his lips, and sauntered away. 

You had replayed that morning for the next two weeks, stunned that he knew your name let alone gave you the time of day. 

It was a month or two afterward when you actually witnessed Billy at his worst. 

You weren’t there for the start, but you had turned a corner in the halls and were met with other students gawking at a fight. 

You shoved your way between teenagers, intent to get to your class before the bell rang when that mullet stopped you. 

Billy had been looming over Roger, the school’s very own sleazy douchebag. 

In your mind, whatever that prick had said or done, he absolutely deserved the consequences Billy was doling out. 

You were about to continue walking when Billy leaned in closer to him with a tilt of his head. And until that point, you didn’t know that gesture could be so menacing. 

“Wanna say that again?” 

Your brows pulled in confusion. 

What could Roger have said that made Billy so furious? 

It must have been some insult, something that cut right to whatever insecurities Billy hid from the world. You really couldn’t imagine what he’d be self-conscious about. To you, Billy was the epitome of confidence. 

Billy’s eyes caught your shoes, and you swore his shoulders tensed. He trailed up your body and met your gaze, grinding his teeth. 

He slowly straightened, and without another word, stormed out of the building. 

Mrs. Click finally arrived and disbanded everyone and helped Roger to the nurse’s office. 

Your last class was full of whispered theories and passing notes. 

I heard he keyed Billy’s car. 

No, Billy definitely slept with the chick Roger was eyeing up. 

Could’ve sworn I heard Roger call some girl a slut-in-the-making. 

The day couldn’t have been over soon enough. 

At least it was the weekend, and in a month, you’d be graduating. 

You were walking to your car, sun in your eyes, and didn’t see Billy leaning against it until you were too close to pretend you forgot something to head back inside. 

“Hey,” he said, putting out his cigarette. 

“Hi,” you said slowly, gripping your backpack strap. 

“You okay?” His hands slipped in his pockets. 

Your furrowed your brow. “Shouldn’t I be asking you that?” 

He chuckled. “Fair enough.” 

He pushed off your car and took a few steps toward you. 

It was really the first chance you had to take in how blue his eyes were. And while normally you’d look away as you held each other's gaze, something planted you where you stood. 

He had the barest of smirks, so slight that you’d dare call it a smile. 

“If I said I wasn’t alright, would you agree to hang out tomorrow?” he asked. 

You let out a surprised laugh and glanced down. This was the first conversation you’d ever had with Billy, and he was asking you out. 

This was probably how he operated. He’d set his sights on some girl, give them that eat-you-alive smirk, and you’d wake up alone Sunday morning without even a note saying “bye.” 

But even with all that, your curiosity won out. So you made a deal. 

“Tell me what that was all about, and I’ll be there.” 

There was a flash of anger, but you didn’t think it was toward you. Leftover feelings for whatever happened no doubt. Then, he softened in a way you had never seen before. 

“I’ll pick you up at six,” he said, beginning to walk away. He turned around before he could get too far. “Don’t bring a jacket.” 

“Why?” You couldn’t help your smile. 

“You’ll have mine.” 

The cocky grin would’ve been irritating with anyone else, but Billy’s was endearing. 

You drove home with a stupid smile plastered on your face, and you stayed that way until Billy rapped on your door. 

— 

That Saturday night, he tried to breeze past his altercation. Until you leveled him with a sincere look and said his name. 

He had leaned back in the booth, ripping his remaining fries in pieces to distract himself. 

“He pissed me off,” Billy said, still maintaining his gruffness. 

“I figured as much,” you said gently. You knew if he sensed anything else, you wouldn’t get any answers. 

He huffed, glancing at you before returning to his basket of food. 

“The prick said somethin’ he shouldn’t have.” He shrugged. “I told him as much.” 

You nodded slowly, narrowing your eyes in thought. Billy wasn’t know to beat around the bush. He said what he thought, and you kind of admired that about him. Even if that got him in trouble. But the way he wasn’t maintaining eye contact when that was his favorite way to throw someone off guard was suspicious. He was hiding something, of course, but it felt more than hiding something from you alone. 

You took a shot in the dark. 

“Are you…Are you not telling me what he said because it was about me?” 

His jaw clenched and hands stopped. 

So, that was it. Roger had said something nasty about you, and for whatever reason, Billy took it upon himself to…defend your honor? 

But why? 

And what could it have been to make Billy react like that? You hardly knew each other. 

You inhaled deeply. “Okay. Tell me what he said.” 

“You don’t need to hear his bullshit.” He met your gaze, steady and stern. You wanted to slap your chest to keep your heart from skipping. 

“Billy,” you started, “I promise whatever he said isn’t going to affect me. I just want to know why you had him on the ground.” 

At this point, you had dissociated from high school and the people in it. All that mattered was graduation. 

“What does it matter?” His tone came out more harsh than you anticipated, but the way his face pinched told you he didn’t mean for it to happen. 

You leaned on the table. “Because I’ve had a really nice time so far. And as much as I appreciate you standing up for me. If you wanna continue this,” you gestured between you both, “you can’t beat the shit outta people.” 

“You wanna go out again?” His eyebrows rose slightly, and your cheeks warmed. 

Of course, that was what he took away. 

“Billy,” you warned playfully. 

“Alright,” he sighed. “He caught me starin’ at you a few times. Said your legs were locked shut, but I could probably get them open.” 

You scrunched up your nose. You knew Roger had to have said something vulgar, but you were more surprised it was about you then the actual content. 

“Okay. Was that all?” Sure, it was gross, but that didn’t seem like something Billy would lose his shit over. 

“That happened last week,” he admitted. “Told him to shut the hell up, and I thought that was that.” He shifted in his seat. “Guess he saw you lookin’ at me and he started callin’ you names. And then I hit’im.” 

Names.  

You could hazard a guess what names he called you. Probably the same ones he called every other female who didn’t wanna sleep with him. Ones that would describe him more than you. 

You reached across the table and grabbed his wrist. 

“Thank you for telling me,” you said. “And I need you to know, I don’t give a single fuck what that dipshit thinks.” 

He chuckled, putting his hand on top of yours. 

“So, that mean a second date is in the books?” he asked. 

“Like I said, only if you don’t punch someone when they say something you don’t like,” you said, hoping your face conveyed how serious you were. 

He leaned his elbows on the table. 

“I was thinkin’ a movie for next time.” 

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[alloftheimaginesblog]

Headcanons for Billy Butcher having feelings for you...

He doesn't want to. After Becca, he never wants to feel that way again; never wants to feel vulnerable and feel like he's at fault for the other person getting hurt.

So, he does what he always does. He drinks and tries to ignore it. Pushes those feelings to the back of his mind, stamping on them whenever they bubble up to the surface.

He's cold to you, nasty sometimes. He goes too far and ends up insulting you or making you upset. He doesn't mean it. He's scared and he's protecting not only himself but you also. He pushes you away.

MM and Frenchie see right through it though and Hughie isn't far behind in figuring it out.

They're actually encouraging him to maybe tell you.

"It might make you less of an asshole if you tell them." MM says with a roll of the eyes, "Maybe."

"Maybe love is what you need, mon amie." Frenchie agrees.

"Why don't you give it another go?" Hughie asks, the ever hopeful one, "Love's a great thing."

"Love got Becca killed." Butcher says and it's end of conversation.

He watches you when he thinks you don't notice. Secret glances from across the room.

He's protective of you but plays it off as though he thinks you'd get in the way when really he's just trying to look out for you.

One night, you've both been drinking and you've had enough. You turn and you snap, "Alright, Butcher, what the fuck is your problem?!"

"You are!" He yells back, "You're my damn problem!"

You begin to argue until it all comes to a head with Butcher screaming his confession at you, "Because if you get hurt, that's on me and I can't! I- I can't lose you..."

You're shocked to the say the least but by the time you've processed what he said, he's gone.

He disappears for a few days. No word or no contact.

All you can think about is what he said. You ask the boys about it and they confirm what Butcher had yelled at you.

"He won't admit it, the stubborn shit," MM nods, "but yeah, he's in love with you."

It drives you insane over the next few days because you don't understand. You don't understand Butcher, you don't understand how he can hate you but actually love you?!

Then one day, he swaggers in through the doors, "Daddy's home, cunts."

You try to pin him down to chat one on one but he's wise and he dodges your plans. He manages to escape every single time. He doesn't want to talk about it, that's obvious but you have to. You need to know.

Any time you manage to bring it up, he shuts down. He doesn't speak which is worse than him being mean. You hate that he shuts down.

"Butcher, for fuck's sake!" You scream, annoyed that for the fourth time that you'd tried to have this conversation he was once again mute, "You're an asshole, you know that?"

"Yeah, princess? Tell me something I don't know."

You get so mad that your empty whisky glass gets thrown to the other side of the room, "You- You're impossible! You confess that you're in love with me after all this time of me thinking you hate my guts then you disappear! You leave me for days and days and I'm confused and trying to figure out my feelings for you and when you come back and I'm ready to give things a shot, you shut down?! Well, grow a pair, Butcher! Suck it up! You're so scared of me getting hurt but you're already hurting me doing this!"

He looks crushed. It's one of those rare moments where he doesn't hide his emotions with a smirk or a crude remark. His emotions are clear on his face, he is devastated that he's ended up hurting you by trying to keep you safe.

He doesn't say anything for a minute and neither do you until he says very quietly, "I'm sorry, alright? Never meant for you to be hurt, thought I was protecting you."

"I don't want your protection, Butcher."

"Yeah?" He stands up and walks towards you, "What do you want then?"

He stops in front of you and you find all of your anger, all of your frustration disappears and you utter one word before his lips crash into yours, "You."

[artiststarme]

A Grudge Be Held

Based on an enabling comment from @estrellami-1. Hope you guys like it and please leave me your opinions in the comments!

~*~*~*~

There are a few well known facts in the universe; the earth revolves around the sun, George Michael is gay, Tim Curry has sexy legs, and Eddie Munson holds grudges.

It wasn’t because he was a bad person or because he thought people were inherently bad, he’d just been through too much to waste his time on people that had already wronged him. He didn’t give more than one chance and if they fucked that up, well, they didn’t deserve another one.

He was usually lenient on what constituted a grudge to be held. Unless someone did something directly to him or someone he cared about, it didn’t really bother him and they certainly didn’t make his list. His parents were on there (because why wouldn’t they be?), Mrs. O’Donnell was on there because he was positive at least one of his failed senior years was due to her having a bone to pick with him, and Principal Higgins was on there too because fuck that guy.

Tommy Hagan was on the list because of a rumor started that made life hard for Eddie for awhile (it was true but needless to share), Jason Carver was on there now for starting a mob trying to kill him, and Billy Hargrove earned a spot for being an asshole to anything that moved.

A person that many people were surprised wasn’t on the list was Steve Harrington. The DnD party was shocked when they heard King Steve wasn’t an object of resentment in Eddie. But he’d never done anything out of malice to Eddie specifically. Where others saw confidence and pride, Eddie looked at a lonely and broken teen that was willing to do anything to fit in. He couldn’t hate him for that. And the time where Steve stood up for Eddie against Billy Hargrove at a drug deal gone wrong forever cemented him as a good guy in Eddie’s eyes.

After his experience with the Upside Down, psychic murders, and overall shitshow that was his Spring Break, Eddie and Steve got closer. Steve coerced everyone of authority to clear Eddie’s name with help from Robin, Nancy, and the passed Chief Hopper that apparently wasn’t actually dead. He housed Eddie and Wayne until they could find a new trailer that they could afford. Then he spent every waking moment making sure Eddie was alright and included as part of the group. In laymen’s terms, Steve saved his life.

So in true Eddie fashion, he made the internal dramatic decision that he would hold grudges on Steve’s behalf. He would be a guard dog of sorts, protecting and defending the love of his life his friend. What he didn’t consider was how difficult the task would be.

Through a new lens, Eddie saw that everyone walked all over Steve. The cashiers at the grocery store blatantly charged him extra, the customers at Family Video talked over him nearly every sentence in response to questions they asked, and teens on the street laughed at the scars in their view. Worse of all though, the Party didn’t respect him. Dustin and Mike told him several times a day how stupid he was, Nancy looked at him in pity and shut down all of his opinions, Lucas talked about not having sports in common with anyone right in front of him, and Robin kept blowing off their plans to hang with Vickie.

Through it all, Steve appeared fine. He smiled and nodded in all the right places but as soon as he thought the eyes moved on, his smile would slip to reveal something sadder. And so Eddie’s vengeance began.

He “accidentally” knocked over sales racks near the registers in the grocery store when they charged an extra $2 for milk. He keyed the cars of the teenagers that laughed at the evidence of Steve’s pain. When he saw Officer Callahan yacking at Steve for speeding, he picked up a dozen eggs and pelted the man’s house in revenge.

Dealing with the kids in the Party was trickier. His glares and barbed comebacks were clear enough for Nancy and Robin to change their ways. The kids though just weren’t observant enough to pick up on the clues Eddie tried to drop. One session of a campaign though, the perfect opportunity presented itself.

“I didn’t know there were dragons in the game. If you losers had told me there were dragons, I might’ve considered playing ages ago!” Steve exclaimed from his seat on the couch, intrigued eyes meeting Eddie’s.

Eddie smirked at him. “Oh yeah, Big Boy. You should know by now that I’m full of surprises.”

Steve blushed a little bit but as he went to respond, Mike interrupted. “Steve, you’re not even playing. You shouldn’t even be here much less interrupting the game!”

Steve’s flush turned pale and he shrunk into himself. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt. I can just uh, I can go. I’ll see you guys later.”

As he moved to get up though, Eddie stood and towered over the table.

“Wait Steve, you’re gonna want to see this part.” He glowered at Mike and rasped his voice to transition back to DM’ing. “A comet flies from the dragon’s cavern and lands on Sir Madeon. Roll for damage.”

“What the hell! No, you can’t do that!” Mike stammered with a dropped jaw.

“I just did, pipsqueak. Roll for damage or die trying.”

“14,” Mike muttered. He glared at Eddie then Steve before pouting in his seat.

“The comet is too large to escape from. Sir Madeon tries to run but he’s not fast enough to avoid the flying stone. It lands on his back in a fiery crumble. The intense heat eats through his flesh, bones, and organs at once leaving only his head and limbs intact, scattered amongst the rest of the Party. He dies a horrendous death and his friends are left alone with only the smell of charred remains to remember him by.” Eddie ends his tirade with a quirked eyebrow. That’ll show these little assholes what happens when they mess with him. A quick glance at Steve shows him excitement and surprise, he absolutely was not expecting that.

“What the fuck. This is supposed to be PG,” Dustin stares at Eddie in horror. “You really just killed a character in the middle of a campaign for Steve?”

“Roll stealth and damage.” Eddie tells him deadpan.

“God-fucking-dammit! Eddie, no, please…”

“Roll or face the consequences!”

“3 stealth, Nat-20 damage,” Dustin whispered with his face in his hands. The other kids watch Eddie in a mixture of confusion and aghastment. But Steve is beaming, teeth shining from ear to ear.

“The dragon hears your cries of grief and turns its burly head towards you. Its glimmering eyes reach the you and the rest of the Party and you see its scaled lips open in a human like smile. With a speed you could never have anticipated, it slithers toward you before standing on muscled hind legs and flapping its leathery wings. Its lips curl around a blue flame. The last thing you feel is a flash of ice before you see no more.

Your friends see you disappear into a pile of ash, the heat of the flame too powerful to escape. The dragon whips its tail towards the party while they stare at where you used to stand. Will the Wise can’t even list his magical staff before the weight of the tail crushes him to the ground in a pile of shattered bones and bloody sinnew.

Luther is impaled by one of the dragon’s back spikes and killed immediately. The light in his eyes fades and all he sees is a figure with a crown waving at him in the distance. Prince Stephen and his pet dragon prosper in the face of their trespassing adversaries once again but the only witnesses to the horror are erased from the Earth.”

The boys stare at him in shock while he arranges his papers and stands. “The end. Steve and I are going to the movies. You bitchasses aren’t invited and if you’re even a little bit nasty to Steve again, I’ll pulverize you in real life just like I killed you in the campaign. Think on that.”

With that, Eddie grabs the hand of a stunned Steve and drags him from the Wheeler’s basement. After that debacle, he’s sure that the kids have gotten their point. And now he’s got a movie to see with his main man.

(The kids absolutely get his point and moving forward are a lot nicer to Steve. And a little scared of how Eddie’s mind works.

Eddie holds a grudge against the kids for months and will still reference their comments when he sees fit for the rest of their lives or at least the rest of his.

And Steve? He starts dating his DM in shining armor a mere two hours later.)

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[shieldofiron]

Hello Miss Shieldofiron what do you think about a harringrove one night stand but when Steve wakes up he realises Billy has train bedsheets

The morning light has a golden glow. So do Billy's curls, like spun sunshine.

What can Steve say. The sex was good. Makes him sappy and soft.

He raises his head a little from the pillow and presses a kiss to Billy's cheek, nuzzling him softly.

He smells like cigarettes and cologne and he looks so good wearing nothing. In his sleep he's pulled the sheets up over his chest and it's kind of cute. Billy snuffles, and Steve can tell he's woken up. Maybe they'll go to a diner or something. Maybe they can be on a date all day long.

Steve squints at the sheets for a second before they start to make sense.

He glances up and meets Billy's eyes.

"Are those-"

"Fuck off!"

"Thomas the-" He's cut off when Billy covers his mouth with a warm hand but the muffled sound is pretty damning.

"It's laundry day. They were a novelty gift from Lucas, for secret santa-" Billy's face is so red. "Shut up!"

Steve pushes Billy's hand away, "I didn't even know they made them for queen size beds."

"Shut up!"

"You shut up!" Steve grins. "It's cute. Cute as hell, actually."

"Shut-"

Steve puts his hand over Billy's mouth, and then kisses the back of his own hand, eyes never leaving Billy's.

"Stop."

Billy squirms, but some of the stiffness leaves his shoulders.

"I like you, Billy. I like your Thomas the Tank Engine sheets. Now stop telling me to shut up, or adorable stories about secret santa," Steve smiles. "I can only get so turned on, okay?"

Billy blinks at him, and then goes all soft, letting Steve fall between his thighs.

"Now," Steve removes his hand, grinning. "I hear you like trains. Care for a railing?"

[fingersinmyhair]

ur so real for the carver obsession hes so malewife and no one writes for him

that is literally my malewife girlfriend babygirl….. I plan on writing So Much for him (for both transmasc readers and gn) and have a lil story game ask for him, don’t you worry I plan on hopefully Providing a feast fuck us Carver babes

[dark-authorr]

𝗧𝗛𝗥𝗘𝗘 𝗧𝗬𝗣𝗘𝗦 𝗢𝗙 𝗧𝗥𝗢𝗨𝗕𝗟𝗘

pairing: dark!steve harrington x dark!eddie munson x dark!billy hargrove x drunk!reader

request: could you write about Eddie, Steve and Billy having a three some with reader after she gets the jealous? cnc if you’re comfortable - @luckygalaxysuit

warnings: heavy drinking, kiss, trapped, unwanted neck kisses, hair pulling, “kidnapping”, forced oral (male receives), gagging, choking, crying, forced double penetration, ass slapping, forced group sex, etc.

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“You likin’ the party new girl?” Jason asked y/n after walking into his kitchen. “Yes, actually,” Y/n smiled as she poured her drink. “Maybe you should come to them more often,” he smiled back at her as he came up to get his drink.

“Maybe I should,” she couldn’t stop herself from showing teeth. Jason has always been sweet to her. She was surprised when the man invited her, and now he wants to invite her to future parties.

Throughout the night, y/n drank and laughed with Jason. He even took her to the dance floor to dance. She wouldn’t say she loved Jason, but she did love his attention.

“I’ll be right back,” Y/n said, turning to leave until he pulled her back. “Where are you going? The party is just getting started,” Jason smiled down at y/n, making her giggle. She felt like this could all be a dream.

“Just going to use the restroom,” Y/n said with a smile. “Get back soon, babe,” the jock said before placing a soft and slow peck on her lips. Once he pulled away and continued dancing with his group of friends.

Y/n wanted to ask him what that was about, but she decided to stay quiet and take it with her as people watched her walk away.

“How’s your night goin?” Y/n heard a voice as soon as she walked out of the bathroom. Y/n looked to see who it was and saw Steve, her long-time on-and-off friend. Well — Study buddy because his grades were never good.

“Oh, hey, Steve! My nights going well so far, and yours?” She asked as he kicked off the wall he was leaning against. “I bet it is. Didn’t know you and Jason were dating,” Steve couldn’t help but mention.

He and the other two had been watching her all night, each second getting harder to witness as she got closer to Jason by the minute.

“Me and Jason? Oh, no, no, we’re just friends,” y/n said as her heart raised a bit. “Didn’t seem that way, princess,” Steve said, flirting as he always does, but y/n had told him he should stop if nothing was going to happen between the two.

Steve was known for going around and being with any girl he wanted, and she didn’t want to be one of those who were marked by Steve Harrington.

“I swear, we’re just friends, I-I don’t know why he kissed me. Maybe he’s just a little drunk, you know?” Y/n said as Steve got closer, body now pressing her into the bathroom door she had closed.

“Sure you aren’t, babe? Seem a bit out of it, don’t you think?” Steve asked, making her feel a small pain in her chest. The way he talked to her with his tone made her feel uncomfortable.

“So what? I can’t drink?” Y/n asked, getting a bit defensive. “Not when you’re a pretty little thing alone,” one of Steve’s hands gripped y/n’s waist to pull her closer to him.

“What are you talking about- Hey, stop that!” Y/n shouted at Steve who began kissing at her neck. “Harrington, stop!” Y/n tried to sound more serious, but that only made him laugh.

“Oh, shut the fuck up,” Steve grabbed a hand full of y/n’s hair before pulling her to a room. “The boys can come find me. I’ve got some shit to set straight,” Steve said as he threw y/n into the room and locked the door.

“Steve, what the fuck is wrong with you? Like serious, are you-“ Y/n stood up and yelled at the man but was cut off by him forcing her back down to her knees.

“You know what’s wrong with me? What’s wrong is that you rejected me, but got your legs all open for Jason. A jock!” Steve was pissed, and she was soon going to find out how pissed he was.

“I’m sorry, but you and Jason are two different-“ y/n tried speaking but he yelled at her, telling her to shut up before he got angry. “There’s no excuse for it, y/n. Not one, and you’re gonna sit there and fuckin’ apologies to me,”

Y/n hoped Steve would calm down, but she noticed there was no hope for that when he reached into his pants, pulling his cock out in seconds.

“Steve, no!” Y/n slapped at the legs and stomach, but that didn’t phase him. “Stop movin, y/n,” Steve times came off warning, but she continued to fight.

Sadly, she wasn’t a match for Steve. The man forced his cock down her throat instantly, causing her to gag and cry onto his shaft.

“So damn pretty when you’re like this. If only you weren’t giving me a hard time,” Steve said through his teeth as he snapped his hips, fucking her face so hard, she could barely focus on his face.

“Always prayed for you to go down ok me during study time, but you were so fucking clueless. I even stripped and stayed in my boxers. I was fuckin’ hard, but all you thought was that I was trying to get comfortable. Dumb fucking slut,”

Y/n felt bad for the way she led Steve on, but she could’ve sworn he didn’t even want her.

“Then you got me watching Jason down your throat? Are you fucking serious!?” Steve’s free hand grabbed the side of her head so he could use both of his hands to pull her into his hard thrusts.

“Steve, where the fuck are you!?” Billy yelled in the hallway. “Harrington, I think she’s gone, man. C’mon, we gotta leave to find her,” Eddie said, knocking on every door.

The two had thought he might’ve taken another girl to a room after seeing y/n with Jason, but in actuality, that other girl was y/n.

“In here!” Steve shouted, telling them to come and see this view. “And you won’t believe you I’ve got with me,” Steve said as he kept his cock deep in y/n’s mouth.

“God, don’t tell me it’s Nancy. We don’t fucking care,” Billy said, always annoyed as they stood in front of the door, not wanting to meet eyes with some girl they didn’t care for.

“Want me to give you a hint?” Steve asked before he pulled y/n off of his cock. “Steve, please stop this. Please-“ y/n tried speaking quickly before he pushed back into her mouth. The gag noises sent Billy and Eddie to kick open the door.

“No way!” Billy said as Eddie got up front to the ground he fell on. “Are you serious? Before me!?” Eddie said as he closed the door behind him and tried to lock it, but the lock was broken.

“Nor how I’d like it, but it’ll do,” Steve said, making the boys lift their eyebrows u til they realized her makeup streaming down her face.

“Dude-“ Eddie cut himself off, wanting to confront him, but why would he? Y/n looked the best she’s ever had. Having Steve in her mouth as she cried, made him feel a type of way.

Billy on the other hand couldn’t care at all. All he wanted was a bite of her.

“Don’t worry, princess, I’m close,” Steve assured y/n who prayed this was a dream, but if it was, her throat wouldn’t be hurting so much. This was a live nightmare.

“Let’s get this shit off,” Billy dropped to his knees behind the girl before he ripped her dress apart. The man was strong, and that fabric never stood a chance against him.

“Tits looks a-fucking-mazing,” Eddie said as he got himself undressed, every concern being thrown out of the window. She looked too damn good to pass on.

“Mhm, they sure in the hell are,” Steve said as his thrusts stuttered a bit. “Oh shit,” Eddie laughed as Steve’s eyes shut tight. Y/n pushed at the man’s lower stomach, hoping to get away, but she instantly stopped as she held his liquid shoot down her throat.

Steve pushed y/n off of him after he couldn’t give anymore. She was instantly grabbed by Billy and carried to the nearest bed. After she was thrown down, she felt hands all over her. More than two.

“Stop it!” Y/n tried pushing Eddie and Billy away from her, but they listened or reacted. All they did was put themselves in a position they’d feel most comfortable in.

Y/n was now on top of the two, legs spread on both sides of Billy as Eddie stood behind her. “Don’t get drunk again, princess. Shit like this might not happen to you, then,” Eddie said as he gripped her panties off.

“Please, guys, stop this. I-I don’t- I don’t want this,” she begged the two. Billy rubbed his spot on his cock as she spoke, not caring about anything she had to say. She understood that after he forced himself through her cunt without wanting.

Y/n cried out in pain and pleasure. The knot in her stomach had already built in the lower part of her stomach.

“You’re tight for a nappy bitch,” Billy snapped his hips up as Eddie tried his best to coat his cock with as much cum as he could. He knew this wouldn’t be pretty for her, but he’s always wanted to eat or fuck her ass, and tonight, it was right in front of him. She was begging for it.

“Maybe I should’ve fucked her to hear that voice,” Steve said as he walked over to the bed. Y/n looked away from the man, wanting nothing to do with him, and he knew that. That’s why he rubbed the top of her head.

“Maybe if you weren’t so clueless, we could’ve done this a different way, y/n. If you think about it, this is all fault,” y/n hadn’t noticed how shitty Steve really was until tonight.

“Really getting it all out, huh?” Eddie said as he rubbed some spit along her upper hole. “Yeah — There’s no other way to put this situation,” Steve said, making new tears fill y/n’s eyes.

“Don’t worry, baby — Once I get in you, you’ll forget about his rude little words,” Eddie said as he pushed at y/n’s hole, making her pucker instantly. “N-No,” she said low, hoping he wasn’t doing what she was thinking.

“Ah huh, now relax so I can come in,” Eddie said, hand spreading her ass cheek as the other held his cock in place. “Eddie, no!” Y/n tried moving away, but the more she moved, the more Billy’s thrust under her made her closer to cumming, and she didn’t want to.

“Stop fuckin’ moving, y/n. Fuck,” Eddie grew impatient. Y/n went to cuss at the man or yell but she was cut off by a cry. Her head fell forward as Eddie broke through her upper walls.

“There we go,” Eddie continued pushing into the tightest hole he could fuck. “That’s it, just relax, baby. Relax, and I’ll fill you up in no time,” y/n cried at his words, knowing if they weren’t scared to do this to her, they weren’t scared to fill her.

“P-Please,” was all y/n could let out as her body went slack on top of Billy. “Good girls gonna get filled tonight, that right. Maybe more than once if she keeps squeezing me like this,” Billy said, and before she knew it, she released all over the man.

“Fuck, y/n, look at you!” Steve laughed as Eddie’s hand came down on her ass. “Double penetration is your thing, huh?” Eddie asked, earning a weak head shake and whine from her.

“Oh? Pretty girl hasn’t done any of this yet, huh? Guess we’re her first,” Eddie said as he watched his cock slip in and out of her hole that kept sucking him right back in. “And last,” Billy assured.

[weird-an]

Shit, shit, shit.

Steve's pulse is racing and his hands are sweating. He thought it had all been over. Fuck, it's been a decade. He moved to New York, he had been sleeping through nights and now?

Now Billy Hargrove stands in his ugly green tiled bath room and washes the black goo out of his hair. Because apparently Billy Hargrove isn't dead and Demodogs are still around. Because mullets are out of fashion but Billy's still rockin' one and looks scarily hot - while killing Demodog with an ax. As one does.

What. The. Fuck.

Billy glares around the pink towel Steve hands him. It's a gift from his mother, okay? And Steve actually likes pink.

"It's just a towel," Steve sighs. He has a million questions that burn on his tongue, but he doesn't want to know the answers to.

"'s alright." Billy looks like he's about to bail any second. "I just…"

"Thought it's all over?" Steve asks. He refuses to believe it. He'll have to call Dustin as soon as possible.

Billy frowns. "What? No, I've been hunting them ever since-" He stops, licking his lips. Who knows Billy Hargrove could look unsure.

Steve's heart skips a beat. "Since Starcourt?"

Because "since you were proclaimed dead" sounds ridiculous. But that's Steve's life. All these years and the Upside Down had been there all the time? They had never been safe?

Billy shrugs.

"We closed the gates," Steve says weakly as if that changes anything what he just saw.

"Only the ones in Indiana." Billy tugs at the pedant around his neck. His skin is covered in scars. Some old, some still pink and healing.

Steve's stomach churns. "It's been ten years."

"Ya tellin' me." Billy looks so tired. A decade of fighting, Steve realizes. While Steve went to college and work, haunted by nightmares not knowing he never went to sleep in the first place.

Before Steve can do something stupid, like wrapping Billy in a blanket, he turns around to grab two beers.

Billy follows him, hair wrapped in the towel.

"I wanna help," his mouth tells Billy before he can think about it. But he knows, he has to. To keep them all safe. Dustin, El, Max - everyone.

Billy raises a brow, looking around Steve's living room like he's searching for an answer, a flaw. "Why?"

Steve thinks of Billy's grave stone in Hawkins. Gone But Not Forgotten - a whole new meaning. Something tightens in his chest.

"We can't let them hurt anyone."

Billy laughs. A hallow sound, like he's not used to it. "I've been hunting them down for years."

"Looks like you could use some help, then." Steve puts his hands in his hips. He made his decision.

Billy tilts his head. "Do I get a say in that?"

"No."

"Bossy, pretty boy." There's that asshole from school again.

Steve groans. "Shut up and tell me what you know."

Billy opens his mouth and closes it again, face a little flushed. Steve stares at him.

"That might take a while."

"We got all night."

[malereadermaniac]

sfw & nsfw alphabets ~ Billy Hargrove x Male Reader

Sfw alphabet first, then the Nsfw starts Top!Billy x Bottom!Reader word count: 6k (GAH DAMN) Nsfw / MDNI ~ amab m!reader / FDNI

SFW ALPHABET

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Coming from a homophobic household, Billy can't bring himself to be affectionate with you in public - but he fully makes up for it in private. Billy always needs to be touching you when he's with you, so his arms are either around around your shoulders or your waist, or he's holding your hand and rubbing the back of your hand with his thumb. He has never been affectionate with his past girlfriends, but with you, he just feels so possessive over his fucking hot boyfriend that Billy just feels like he needs to show it

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

If you two started off on anything, it was on the wrong foot. Billy was as homophobic as you could get them, so while he would make fun of you for being gay you would snap back at him and shut him up - and that's when Billy started to warm up to you, it wasn't every day that someone would stand their ground against him. Your arguing slowly turned into playful banter and the two of you started to tolerate each other more and more; the two of you going as far as starting to chat in class and even hangout outside of school. Being close friends with Billy came with its social perks too, and if anyone tried to harass you for being gay, Billy would ensure that they shut their mouths.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Again, since Billy can't bring himself to do PDA with you, he really makes up for it in private - one of the main ways he does that he cuddles you non-stop. The man is a big-spoon if there ever was one, while Billy has managed to get over most of his internalised homophobia he still feels like he needs to be manly, so your muscular boyfriend always insists to be big-spoon. Other than spooning, Billy likes to hold you to his side on the couch while you watch something on the TV, and he fucking loves it when you lay on his bare, hairy chest as you both fall asleep - he likes feeling your warmth and your breath against his skin.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Billy had never thought he'd want to settle down - with every single girl he'd been with he'd never pictured a life together, he even felt uncomfortable when she'd demand more commitment from him. But the moment that the muscular man realised that he was in love with you, Billy couldn't help but fantasise about a long, happy life with you. The man can't go to sleep without imagining a life with him coming home to you cooking up a storm in the kitchen and spending the rest of your lives together.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

In the early days of your relationship with Billy, you two would break up quite a but- not every month but from time to time and for different reasons the two of you would find that being separated would be better for the both of you. The one main reason for the constant break-ups were Billy's commitment issues (amongst other things) - the Jock would start to get freaked out by you getting upset at him looking at girls and then arguments would start which would end in a breakup. But the two of you always found your way back to each other. You both struggled alone, and once Billy actually matured, the two of you had never been happier and more stable.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Again, in the early days (like back in high-school and college), Billy would shit bricks at the thought of having ti give up his playboy lifestyle for you - let alone even think of marrying you. But once the man matured and realised you were the one person for him, he could feel his heart yearn for you in so many ways. Billy has fantasised about marrying you many times, he's practically already planned out the wedding and the honeymoon! The two of you cohabitate, but Billy has been trying to work up the courage to take it further - he wants to put the beautiful pair of rings he'd bought to good use rather than letting them gather dust in his nightstand.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Physically, Billy varies in gentleness. During day-to-day activities with you, the muscular man is extremely soft with you, his rough hands slowly caressing you or pushing into your skin if he's holding your body. However when things take a spicier turn, Billy absolutely loves to manhandle you - especially if you've been kind of bratty that day, Billy loves to take control.

Emotionally, your boyfriend has taken a while to come out of his cold and mean shell. Of course, when the two of you met, he was a dickhead towards you - but now, he's a man baby! Billy demands your attention and speaks to you more softly than he does to cute animals.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

In public, this is the one thing Billy does. Your boyfriend has come a long way, he's constantly trying to push himself out of his comfort zone just for you. So the man will give you a warm, tight but sadly short hug in public. In the privacy of your own home, it's a different story - again Billy needs to be touching you at all times to he just goes all in and hugs you. The type of hugs depends on how he's feeling, if the man needs to feels you fully and inhale only your scent, he'll hug you tightly against his chest as he nuzzles into your neck. But side hugs are Billy's specialty, he likes to slyly wrap an arm around your waist and hold you to his side with a grin on his sexy face.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Near the start of your relationship, Billy wouldn't be caught dead saying that word to anyone. You were the first one to say "I love you", that was the reason for your second break-up - Billy didn't even try to fake a response. He just aired your profession of love. After that, you mainly just stuck to "I like you", it wasn't until Billy and you had been dating for one year without breaking up that he realised that he needed to convey how he was feeling to you. Your muscular boyfriend wishes he had a photo of the shock on your face when he first said "I love you" - the tears in your eyes made his heart melt.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

This man gets jealous soooo easy and so, so intensely. Back in his playboy phase, Billy could eye up as many girls as he wanted to, but if another guy even tried to chat you up, he would go fucking mental. Nowadays, Billy doesn't like to show his jealousy to the extent he used to, but he still hates it when other guys talk to you while obviously mentally undressing you - he knows he's dating a hot guy, you were quite the steal, so Billy feels threatened by most other guys. Jealousy is the one thing that pushes Billy to touch you in public like an actual boyfriend; the man will put an arm round your waist and pull you to his side, a shit eating grin on his face as he asks you "whose this, darlin?" While not breaking eye contact with the guy who was talking to you. And god save you the next time you two get freaky after a guy tries to flirt with you...

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

The two of you rarely ever share a sweet and short kiss. If your lips touch, then a kiss easily turns into making out. Billy loves to show off his dominance when kissing you, gently holding your face, his thumb rubbing over your cheek while his tongue toys with yours. Other than your lips, Billy loves kissing your thighs and your stomach. When you two get intimate, Billy loves to gently kiss your stomach while holding your waist, slowly making his way down to your thighs- he loves kissing and marking your thighs.

Billy fucking loves it when you kiss at his neck or at his collarbone - the way you push yourself closer to him and nuzzle at his neck while kissing and marking him really gets him going.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

He'd never thought of himself as a family man, the type to settle down - but since he fully fell in love with you, he can't stop thinking about it! It actually frustrates Billy that he can't stop thinking about you taking care of some little ones, him playing with them and the two of you helping them with school work. He used to fantasise about his next sexual escapade, but now he can only fantasise about you, having a domestic life with you. He wants children, you two have talked about it in passing and you seem to be on-board - Billy wants to raise his children the exact opposite of how he was, he wants them to grow in a love-filled household - which will be easy, he knows he's capable of love because of how much he loves you.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

This man is sooo groggy in the morning. He'll tighten his hold around you when you try to leave, and he'll whine about you having to go. Buy once you force your manchild boyfriend out of bed, he likes to cook together with you - essentially slowing you down but he's cute with it so it's fine.

On the weekends, Billy forces you to have a lie in with him - kissing you to shut you up and holding you closer to him.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

The two of you like to do your night routines together: after you both eat, you each go for a shower (sometimes together), you both brush your teeth and do your skincare, then you cuddle up in bed.

Nights with Billy are usually less domestic and more risqué, but when either of you are too tired to get down and dirty, you both enjoy reading or watching something together while cuddling - warm skin on warm skin.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Again, Billy took a while to open up to you, to come out of that shell that he was clinging on to. But even near the start of your relationship with the bad boy, you two would do your fair share of late night talking and pillow talk - so you knew some of his situation at home, which made you be more lenient towards Billy's behaviour. Of course, now you know everything about him, and he knows everything about you. Even back in college, Billy knew everything about you - he could never understand why he just liked to listen to you talk.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Billy rarely gets angry with you. He gets jealous, but that's often directed at other men, not at you. Back in the day, though, the man would bully you, so of course, when you started talking more, he would get angry at little things. Billy would like to take his anger and frustration out on you, not in a physical way but definitely in a sexual way - but the man quickly learnt that if he were to shout at you or anything else, you would snap back real quick.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Billy has always liked listening to you talk, he never realised that he found your voice so fucking calming; you could take his mind off of his shitty homelife. The handsome man knows almost every little detail about you, everything you mentioned in passing takes up a little part of his brain - and he puts this knowledge to really good use on special occasions. For example, Valentines Day is full of sweets and flowers that you like, as well as a date he's planned out based on your 'ideal date' you've talked about.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

While it might be easy for Billy to say that anytime you two have sex is his favourite memory, his real favourite moment in your relationship was when you let him come to you with open arms after an argument with his dad. You two were broken up. You had him blocked on everything, but when you opened the door late at night to a teary-eyed Billy, you let him inside in an instant. It was at that moment that he realised he had no one to go to. He instinctively went to your house. When you let him in and comforted him, he really realised that he loved you.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Billy would risk his life for you. The strong man is so protective over you that he once punched a guy in the street when he called you a f@g.

But you like to show your protectiveness over Billy in a more emotional sense. He'll always remember the day his father phoned him up and around 10 minutes into the phone call the man was shouting at Billy over the phone. So you acted on impulse, grabbed the phone and calmly said to the man who calls himself a father "Hi mr hargrove, if you talk to Billy like that again I will contact our lawyer and sue you for verbal threats and threatening behaviour" and then hung up the phone. Billy could feel his heart skip a beat and his blood rush downstairs.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

At the start of your relationship, Billy couldn't really care less about dates or anniversaries - he just wanted to get his dick wet, and you two had good sex. He would get you gifts from time to time, mainly just to butter you up, but he never even bothered with things like Valentines Day or anniversaries.

Now, Billy is the sappiest man on earth. He's still cool and charismatic about his dates and gifts, but this man will buy you flowers and constantly replace them once they wither. He plans dates almost months in advance, and he has a list on his notes app of gift ideas for you, organised by occasion. He puts in so much effort for you, he believes you deserve them for putting up with him for so long.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Because he smoked back in high school and all throughout college, Billy literally can't quit smoking. You used to find it hot, and you kind of still do (he likes to do this thing where he looks up at you while he licks the rolling paper) but you know it's bad for him. You've tried to get him to quit before, but he would start to go crazy - he'd start with the shakes, then Billy would be constantly eating sugar (which would make him angry because he's obsessed with his body) and then he would replace the dopamine from the smoking with other activities that release dopamine - activities that costed you heavily ;)

So Billy had to go back to smoking, he's tried alternatives, but he just went through those quicker - it's bad, but hey, he does look hot when he smokes.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

It's no surprise that Billy cares about his looks. He used to be a massive playboy - that kind of lifestyle is literally based on sex appeal. He still gets stuck in front of a mirror if he sees one in passing, and shopping for clothes with him takes ages. He's the one that got you into skin care, and he's 100% improved your fashion sense. You can't complain too much though, your boyfriend is a piece of eyecandy that you just can't stop looking at - his looks sugar-coat his personality, they were even more helpful back when you two would mainly only have sex.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Definitely. Not only were you Billy's first time with a guy but also his gay awakening, you're also the only person he's been with for a few years - the man wouldn't know what to do without you. He feels incomplete when he's away from you for too long and you're always on his mind - the man even dreams about you! Even back when you two would break up from time to time, Billy felt like shit without you - he would sleep with a fuck ton of girls and he still couldn't fill the hole that you would in his core.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Driving with Billy is an experience. Not only is the man extremely proud of his chick-magnet of a car, but he insist on being your personal driver. But his driving isn't incredible, you fear for your life every time you're in that car - but it makes the man so happy to do such a small task for you that you feel obligated to get into that death machine. But the grin on Billy's face when he calls you his passenger princess is worth it.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Billy hates it when someone is overly clingy - it's what has caused most of his breakups all of his life. That's something he really liked about you to start with, the two of you would do it in his car and the next time you two saw each other you would scowl and roll your eyes away from the man. Maybe it's the thrill of the chase or the commitment issues Billy used to have, but he can't deal when someone is clingy. He likes his personal space, so his heart skips a beat when you ask if you're doing too much when you cuddle him.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

Billy needs to hold you to be able to sleep. He likes to sleep only in his underwear, so you get to cuddle up against his warm, built body every night. Unfortunately, this man snores like a mother fucker - he sounds like a mechanical drill! It can be hard to sleep with Billy's snoring in your ear, but the relaxing rumbling of his chest lulls you to sleep every night.

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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Billy used to SUCK at aftercare. The playboy was a fan of the term 'cum n go' and he very much lived by it until he slowly started to stay longer and longer with you after sex. But now, Billy swears by aftercare. He likes to rest for a quick second and then immediately clean you both up. He changes the sheets and then cuddles you while the two of you chat until you both fall asleep.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Billy is a simple man, so he likes his dick. He loves it when you blow him, and when you rub him through his jeans - Billy fucking loves to watch you play and struggle with his big dick. Other than that he also likes his arms/his back, the muscular man loves the size difference in his built arms to yours. He likes to manhandle you with them and hold you with his strong grip while he fucks you.

For the body-part of yours which he likes the most, it has to be your waist. Billy goes fucking feral for your waist, he loves how his hands fit so perfectly around your waist and his favourite thing to do is wrap his arms around your waist as he pulls you in to fuck into you easier.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Billy doesn't cum a lot, surprisingly. He cums an average amount, but from the amount of times he cums in a night you wouldn't be able to tell. Billy's favourite place to cum has to be inside of you - ever since you two ditched condoms, Billy hasn't been able to cum anywhere other than within the tight warmth of your ass. But before, when you two would wear condoms every time, Billy would love cumming down your throat; he loved watching the tears start running down your face as he forces his dick to stay all the way down your throat while he cums.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

While Billy likes body worship, part of him would really want to go a step further and try things with sweat. He has gotten hard st the idea of forcing you to smell his sweaty pits and dick after the gym and tell him you love it while you like at his armpit hair and balls. But another part of Billy is worried that you'd find it weird, so he hasn't told you about this little hidden kink and probably won't unless he's very drunk and very horny.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Billy "playboy" Hargrove has been fucking since high-school - he's the most experienced. But he was thrown a curveball when you were his first time with a man - Billy thought he knew what to do, but was shocked when he found out that men and women are pleasured differently. He was shocked to find out that you needed to be prepared first - but didn't mind it too much, Billy likes to finger you until you came before even putting his dick inside. But once Billy got used to fucking a guy, he was able to put his previous knowledge to excruciatingly good use.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Doggy. Billy loves it when he pushes you down so you arch your back down to the bed, your head in the pillows as they barely stifle your moans while Billy jackhammers his dick into your hole. He loves holding your waist, pulling your back so that his hips crash against your ass - but Billy also likes to wrap his arms around your waist and chest, his bare chest against your back while he ruts and fucks into you, his warm breath and grunts against your ear.

Other than that, Billy also likes it when you ride him, him sitting up and wrapping his muscular arms around you while you bounce on his dick and make out with the strong man - loud moans and the sound of kissing echoing pornographically throughout your bedroom.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

While Billy is usually serious about sex with you being pleasurable, he understands that it needs to be fun too. He won't exactly crack jokes, but Billy will compliment you in funny ways, or you two will laugh if you accidentally crash your noses into each others from your desperation to kiss each other.

"Fuck, (y/n)... your ass is fatter than the Michelin man!"

"... Thanks? Haha..." You chuckle in confusion at your boyfriends compliment.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

The carpet most definitely matches the drapes - Billy's pubes are even curlier than regular pubes and they match his hair colour very nicely. Grooming wise, Billy mostly likes to go 'au naturelle' - but he does trim his bush if it starts to turn into a forest. Billy mainly likes to keep his pubes uncut to be able to stuff your nose when you suck him off, forcing you to smell him while you taste him - it turns him on to an insane level.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Billy used to see sex as just sex, you two would fuck fast and hard and then go your separate ways - even kissing was rare. But now that the two of you are in a committed relationship, sex with Billy is equally romantic and sexual. The built man likes his foreplay, fingering you while kissing all over your body, your moans music to his ears. Billy fucking loves kissing you and your neck while he fucks you, whispering 'I love you's along with other compliments into your ears when his lips aren't on your body.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Because Billy used to get so much action, he never really masturbated - if he was horny, he'd chat up a girl for five minutes and then go do her. He'd do the same with you, less of the chatting up, however. And that's affected him now, Billy hates jacking off so much. It just doesn't feel as good as your mouth, your tight ass, even your hands feel better than his. So it's really hard on Billy when he gets horny and you aren't around. That's why you two made a fun investment one Valentines Day. That investment being, an extremely expensive custom penis and fleshlight making kit. So if you aren't around, Billy uses the fleshlight as a weak substitute for your hole, and if Billy isn't around, the dildo shaped exactly like his dick comes in handy.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

First and foremost, Billy likes being the dominant half of the relationship. The strong man likes to manhandle you in bed and tell you what to do, guide you during sex and praise you if you do good. He likes spanking you or refusing to shove his dick into you unless you call him a title he likes or unless you compliment his or beg for his dick. Speaking of titles, Billy's all time Fave is most definitely Sir - calling Billy sir makes him salivate and his pupils dilate, it makes him hungry for you.

Billy's second biggest kink has to be body worship. And that goes for the both of you - Billy loves to watch you worship, kiss and compliment his muscular, sexy, hairy body but he also fucking loves rubbing his hands all over your body and compliments you whole kissing your soft skin.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

This man's libido knows no bounds, so you two have fucked in public bathrooms and shady alleyways from time to time - but you both can't deny the comfort of your own bedroom. Nothing specific in your bedroom though, Billy likes to fuck you on all kinds of surfaces - such as your desk, the floor, against the mirror and most importantly the bed.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

If Billy isn't horny, your soft touches to his body, and the way you carry yourself and dress is enough to rush gallons of blood down to his dick. Billy just fucking loves you and the way you dress, your clothes either making you look fucking cute or sexy as hell. If Billy's already balls deep in you, calling him a title makes him speed up (if that's even possible) - and if you're sucking him off, Billy's dick twitches when he sees the size comparison of his dick to your face when his wet cock is laying on your face.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Billy used to smoke during sex, the dopamine rush from the cigarette and the adrenaline from sex mixed so well that it made Billy feel so incredibly euphoric - and you had to admit he look fucking hot smoking while shoving his dick deep into you. But one time, he was about to cum, so he was speeding up and loosing control of some of his muscles, one of those muscles being his jaw. With his jaw agape, the lit cigarette fell onto your back, burning you. It wasn't even a 2nd degree burn, but Billy's heart stopped when he saw the pain on your face and the way your body jolted forward. Since then, Billy hasn't smoked during sex, and if he smokes after it, he keeps the cig slightly away from you.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Billy is a sucker for you sucking his dick dry. This man loves to get you on your knees, licks and kissing his dick then taking him down your throat - cumming down your throat also gets Billy going for a second round easily.

When it comes to giving you head, Billy loves to tease your dick. He takes you whole in his mouth and twirls his warm, wet tongue around your tip. He also likes to eat you out. When it comes to preparing you, Billy likes to eat you out, shoving his tongue past your gummy walls. He puts in his fingers while he eats you out, then fingers you loose.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Fast and rough is the usual with Billy. The man goes wild once he gets inside of your tight, warm walls. Billy loves to rough you up and fuck hard into you, but more sensual sex isn't exactly rare. There will be parts of the night (or day) when Billy slows down and focuses on almost overstimulating you with pleasure - pinching and kissing your nipples as he slowly fucks against your prostate. Either way the sex is very hot and very pleasurable for the both of you.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Billy is impartial to quickies, he does love the long, multi-round sex that the two of you usually have, but if he's horny and a quickie is the only option then you two are 100% having a quickie. Don't ever underestimate how quick Billy can get hard and even cum

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Even though Billy isn't the biggest fan of PDA, you two have fucked in public many times. When it comes to trauma and libido, libido always wins over Billy - so many a public bathrooms have heard your moans and have been soiled with your cum and Billy's.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

This man can go until the world ends - Billy not only works out everyday, but he's been having sex forever, so he can go until your muscles no longer work, and comfortably too, Billy is rarely extremely tired afterwards. He also has good self-control, so if Billy wants to last longer he can, but he can also let loose and fill you with cum in 30 seconds.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Only when the two of you can't have sex for whatever reason do either of you resort to sex toys. Billy has a fleshlight which is a poor substitute for the warmth and tightness of your ass - at least to him. And you have an exact replica of Billy's dick as a dildo, but even that isn't perfect, the heat of Billy's dick unable to be replicated - and the rough pace of sex with Billy can't be copied by a shitty dildo.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Teasing is one of Billy's fortes. The mean man loves to tease your dick with soft touches while he pounds into you, the way your walls tighten around him from the lace of his hand feeling euphoric. The man also fucking loves overstimulating you just a little bit, rubbing your dick after you've just came, using your spunk as lube to send you over the edge again a mere 2 minuets after your first orgasm.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

If you played ear rape at full volume put of a speaker, Billy would still somehow be louder. Your horny boyfriend moans like a bitch in heat, moaning your name and grunting in a dominating way while he compliments you and repeats your name like a mantra. Billy likes to vocalise how you make him feel, he wants you to know how good you are and how much he loves you - and he does that with loud, masculine groans and moans along with staggered breaths and a few whimpers sprinkled throughout.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Back in the day, when Billy was still openly homophobic and bullied you, he did something that changed the trajectory of his life. Billy would rarely want, he had called up a girl and fucked her, but he was still horny. So he decided to jack off once he got back to his house. But when he started to rub his dick, Billy couldn't get your stupid face out of his head! His dick got harder and harder the more he thought if you and he couldn't help but think of himself fucking you, the sounds you'd make and the way his name would roll off of your tongue so well. Once the post-nit clarity hit, Billy realised that maybe men do have a use...

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

It's no surprise that Billy is big. He isn't massive, but he's definitely above average - he hits all the right places inside of you. He's uncut and very veiny, he likes it when you use your tongue to play with his foreskin and likes to force you down on his dick randomly - which is easier to do than with other guys because of his downwards lean.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

As previously mentioned, Billy gets horny at any given moment and at every little thing you do. Even if you two have had sex that day already or if you've literally just had sex, do something that turns Billy on (so mainly just existing as yourself) and you two will be going at it like rabbits once more.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Usually, Billy is the first of you two to fall asleep. But if you two have just gotten down and dirty, Billy makes sure to stay awake to clean you both up and by the time he's done cleaning, you're already fast asleep. Because of the amount of rounds you two go for and because of how rough and tiring sex with Billy can get, you have to fight to stay awake during the final few rounds, let alone afterwards!

The way I just fed you guys so, so much... YOU'RE WELCOME

I'm going to bed now 😭

[chrissv4mp]

౨ৎ YOU DON'T REMEMBER CALLING OUT FOR ME?

★ sum: after a bad breakup with matt, you storm out of his party and get in the car. matt follows after you, and he regrets everything he said when he sees it happen.

☆ pair: matt sturniolo × fem!reader

★ tws: cursing, arguments, crying, driving under the influence kinda, car crashes, slight blood, mentions of amnesia (the loss of memories, facts, information, and experiences.)

☆ a/n: don't check my airbuds history.....

★ a/n 2: also really hoping to make a part 2 for this, but i need a few opinions

★ wc: 3.3k

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"don't be so fucking sensitive, y/n! i was just messing around. you're getting all riled up over nothin', kid." matt groans, leaning back and supporting himself with his hands on the mattress underneath him.

a scoff falls from your lips as you cross your arms, watching him from the open door of his bedroom, "don't call me 'kid', i'm not a fuckin' kid, matthew. and you could've died from the height of your apartment! you're still drunk." you catch sight of his blown pupils even from across the room, worry and anger clear on your face.

matt just rolls his eyes, gripping the sheets in his hands as he sighs, "well, i can hear what you're saying perfectly, thank you. and, plus, i wasn't gonna lose 50 fucking dollars, y/n."

"you didn't have to give it to the guy, matt. you're just so reckless, it's like you're trying to kill yourself 24/7! what is your problem?" your breathing is heavy now, the heat of the argument never dying down as you continue to voice your complaints about his recklessness. tears threaten to fall down your cheeks as he just mutters inaudible words.

"what problem? there's not a problem, you're the one making it a problem, y/n. it's not my fault you're such a boring fucking person. god, i can't even comprehend why i wanted to date you!" he growls, his voice never shaking as he stares you straight in the eyes. he seems serious, but you knew that he always said things he never meant while under the influence.

it feels like your whole world just fell apart, though. your chest feels tighter and it's almost like you can barely breathe, gripping the doorframe tightly as you watch matt fiddle with the edge of his pillowcase. he really doesn't care, his eyes not showcasing any emotion other than hatred. or, that's what it seems. you want the tears to fall, but they don't. you want to leave, but you can't. you want matt to say something, maybe even take it back, but he doesn't.

you want to— "then why haven't you broken up with me?" stupid. the realization that you just spoke up hits you only when matt stands up from his bed, inching closer toward your small figure as he gets tilts his head to get a better look at you, "tell me, matt." again? just shut up!

"you're right, i really wonder why i didn't do this sooner." your eyes widen in the slightest, your heart dropping to your stomach as you stare up into his cold, blue eyes that once looked at you in adoration. the spark that was once there is gone now as he looks at you, squinting his eyes as he speaks, "we're over. get the fuck out of my room, y/n."

your lips part in a silent gasp, eyes searching his for any signs of hesitation or regret or something. nothing, once again. he scoffs when he takes a step back, crossing his arms in a mimicking manner as he nods his head toward the hallway behind you, "actually, get the fuck out of my house."

the sick feeling in your stomach never leaves even as you turn away from your boyf—ex, and walk through the hallway. you make your way down the stairs, not even stopping to say bye to nick or chris as you pass by them in the living room. all you do is keep your head down and drag your feet, grabbing your jacket off the rack before leaving through the front door. it slams behind you, but you don't care anymore. your whole world just fell apart right in the hands of the person who you loved most. in the hands of the person who you thought loved you the most.

matt didn't care, though. well, not until he replayed the earlier events in his head over and over again after he saw you leave down the stairs. the impact of his words didn't hit himself until you were finally gone and he was sitting in his room alone, surrounded by millions of memories of you and him. your clothes were still here, the things you bought for him, they were painful reminders of the words that he just spoke to you. he didn't even think about it when he said them, he was just spitting out anything that came to mind. he wasn't thinking of the consequences.

maybe he should run after you or maybe he should just sit here and drown in his sorrow and despair, that was the more reasonable option. for him at least. his mind is so loud right now, he doesn't even know what to think anymore. his body moves by itself, jolting forward as his feet take him running down the stairs. he skips steps, almost tripping over his untied shoelaces and stumbling down the last few. he takes a quick glance at the living room and kitchen, but you're not there.

party guests call matts name, but he's not listening. he's not interested in whatever bullshit they have to say right now because his mind is shouting at him to find you, to make things right and show you that he never meant it. he doesn't even notice that he's shoving party goers out of the way until someone pushes him back, resulting in the brunette getting splashed with some red beverage. his heart beats fast and hard, the sound loud and drowning out any other thing around him. we'll, besides the overwhelming thoughts of you.

he slips on one of chris's jackets, darting out the door and slamming it shut behind him. he doesn't see you in the driveway, no sight of your car down the street or on the side of the apartment. his ears pick up on the sound of a car beeping, and his head whips around to find a bike propped up against the garage door. it all happens so fast, he can't even remember when he started pedaling down the street and catching sight of your h/c hair through your car window. he waves, but you don't give him anything back.

it feels like he's invisible, and now he knows what you felt like tonight in that apartment, alone and unseen. unheard by any and everyone around you, including the love of your life. matt watches as you speed up, ready to round the corner deeper into the neighborhood. you really don't know where you're going, though. all you want right now is to just get away from the house and never come back, you didn't want to remember the events of tonight ever. your hands grip the steering wheel tightly as your foot presses even harder on the break.

the tears you held back earlier now begin to fall, and you mentally curse yourself for not holding them in longer. now you couldn't see anything, your vision blurry as you bring a hand up and off the steering wheel to wipe your eyes, trying to see through the windshield again. it doesn't work, and now you're just hoping that you won't lose control over the car. the limited time that your vision is cleared, you can see matt following close behind your car on a black bike, and your first instinct is to freeze and stare.

you don't make the turn, stomping on the brakes in the middle of the road as you watch your boy come closer and closer. his eyes widen, lips parting before you hear a cry of your name tumble from his lips. the only noise you hear is a loud horn coming from the left of you, your head whipping to the side and watching as a large truck comes your way at a fast pace. then, you hear the ringing in your ear, eyes squeezing shut as you let your arms fall to the side of you.

the truck t-bones your car, sending both of the vehicles flying to the right quickly. you smell gas, feeling the wet sensation of blood dripping down your temple and running down the bridge of your nose. your body feels weak, like you can't move, so you just sit there, head lying against the airbag on the steering wheel as you slip into unconsciousness. matt watches in shock and fear as your car tips on its side and smoke begins to erupt from the hood of the car. his heart feels like it stops beating for a moment as he watches the truck reverse and drive off quickly, anger coursing through his veins as he jumps off the bike and lets it fall to the pavement of the sidewalk.

he runs over to your car, his chest heaving up and down quickly as he makes an effort to tip the car back on its wheels. it doesn't work, though, and he grunts as he throws himself against the metal of the roof, "y/n, hey!" his voice seems to snap you out of your daze, now feeling fully conscious as your eyes flutter open again. your body fell against the car door, the seatbelt strap felt like it was suffocating you. the small space of the car suddenly made you weary, eyes widening as your breathing picked up rapidly.

"don't! stop, y/n, don't panic," matt breathes out, trying his best to come off as calm and collected. but he's really not, he's far from anything relatively close to the sort. more footsteps are heard behind him, and now his neighbor is standing a few feet beside matt, "what the fuck happened?"

"doesn't matter. js' help me flip the car, would you?" matt sighs, the panic in his body rising as the smell of gas surfaces. the car flips onto the wheels after quite a moment of struggles, and matt doesn't hesitate to throw youe car door open and grab you. his feet take him stumbling away from the car again, holding you tightly in his arms as if he let go, he would lose you. again. a string of coughs erupt from your throat as you and matt fall gently to the grass of someone's front yard, and matt lies you down as he props himself up with his elbows.

his neighbor is already far away, phone up to his ear as he watches the car explode into flames, the windows of nearby houses reflecting the burning red, orange, and blue lights. matt breathes out as he grips the fabric of his hoodie, more tears coming to his eyes at the realization that if he hadn't left sooner, you would've died. his head moves away entirely from the scene, looking back at your weak body that lay on the grass beside him.

only then does he notice the large gash just below your hairline, and his breath hitches again as he struggles to throw his hoodie over his head and hold it against your own. his other hand cradles the back of your head, his body hovering over yours as he silently prays that you'll be alright. the blood has already traveled down your neck, though. it soaks your white shirt as your head falls to the side, eyes threatening to close as you mutter out jumbled up words, "hey, hey, come on, look at me, y/n. please, look at me. open your eyes, come on..!"

"baby, please. just stay awake, please. my pretty girl, come on..!!" he whispers, anger overcoming his being as he grips the fabric in his hands tighter. he's so angry at himself. he wished he was the one in that car. he should've been the one to experience this, not you. you didn't deserve this at all. it was all his fault, what happened to you. what if he had just talked with you? what if he had just said sorry? what if, what if, what if?

the world seems to spinning faster than usual right now, your head aching as you look at your surroundings. as you look up at the sky, you're met with the cool shade of blue that slowly fades to orange and pink as it travels beneath the mountain until you can't see. then, you make out the frame of matts face, his eyes full of worry and his hair messy. tears stream down his face as he cried quietly, "matt?" you mutter weakly, eyes teary and bloodshot. he nods frantically, a small smile forming on his lips as he whispers, "yes, yes, yes. it's me." but then it all goes away.

matt? who was matt? your face contorts into a look of confusion as you try to tilt your head, only to hiss at the sting the small movement causes, "what—who? who are you?" the hope is washed away by those few words, and the brunettes smile disappears as he feels tiny, imaginary daggers stabbing away at his heart. he doesn't have time to speak before he finally hears the blaring sounds of sirens coming down the street. multiple emergency vehicles drive down the pavement quickly, stopping at the scene. matt is suddenly being pulled away from your frail body, fighting against the hands of the paramedics as he tries to yell out your name. nothing comes out, though, his voice too tired to be used anymore.

his vision is blurred, but he can still make out the way your eyes close softly as your head falls to the side. his heart shatters as he cries out your name finally, all the emotions so overwhelming he doesn't know what else to say. then his brothers are holding him close, trying to calm him down as all three of them stumble to the pavement of their driveway, "matt, hey, look at us. she'll be okay." nick whispers reassuringly, but he doesn't know if that's true. chris just stares blankly as the paramedics carry you on a gurney into the back of the ambulance.

your lip is busted, blood dripping down your head quickly and multiple bruises scattered across your body. the ambulance doors begin to close, and matt quickly jumps up from his place between his brothers and sprints towards the red car. his hands pry the doors open again, eyes wild as he stares at the caretakers in the back of the ambulance, "please, let me come. i need to be here with her, just—" one of the paramedics nod, and that's all the confirmation matt needs to jump into the back and take his place beside your head.

the car shakes subtly on the gravelly road, and the gentle coos of... him make your eyelids open slowly. you want to get up, so you make an effort to move yourself off the gurney in the back of the ambulance, but the paramedics only urge to stay where you're at, "you have to lay down, you're in terrible shape, sweetheart." but why? what even happened? where were you and why were you there?

who were these people? no, who was the guy right beside you who continued to stroke your hair gently? you don't even know yourself right now. did you hit your head? is that why it ached? what about your body? your eyes move around the small, confined space of the ambulance, stopping when you look out of the little window in the back door. the car continues to move down the street, but you still don't remember where you're going or where you were coming from.

"what happened?" you finally speak, but your voice is low and quiet, barely audible to anyone over the beeping of machines and the rocks beneath the road. matt sighs quietly, and now your attention is on him, "you got in a car crash. you're okay, now, so, don't worry." he gives you a gentle smile, but you only give him a look of confusion and worry.

"no?" you try to argue, looking around at the paramedics beside you. they only nod, and your heart drops once again. you were always a safe driver, or at least that's what you think in that moment. everything in your mind is so blurry you don't even remember what happened yesterday or what plans you made for the future. and still, you didn't know the guy touching your face.

matt watches as you space out, his thumb stroking your cheek affectionately as he frowns. he remembers the look on your face earlier that night, when he broke things off, and now it's back. that dumbfounded look that makes your lips part and your eyes squint subtly. you looked the same at times, even when half your face was beat up. he didn't care, though, he still thought you were beautiful, always. he brings his hand up to brush a stray hair out of your face, and only then do you turn your head to look at him again.

"who are you..?" you whisper, eyes looking him up and down. his hair is messy, eyes droopy, cheeks stained with tears, and his clothing is wrinkled. matt tilts his head, a smile coming to his face as more tears well up in his eyes, "you don't remember me?" you shake your head the best you can, squinting your eyes to try and get a better look at him. it feels like you should remember him, it seems like he was an important person in your life, but you can't quite grasp who he was to you.

"you don't even remember calling out to me?" another shake of your head, and matt inhales sharply. he wanted to scream and cry. he wanted you to comfort him. he wanted you back. but he should've known you wouldn't remember it. he should've taken the hint the moment you asked who he was. it still hurt, though. it felt like the entire world was bashing him. emotionally and physically, it hurt, the guilt weighing down on his shoulders as he stared at your confused face, sniffling quietly before he took his hands off your head.

the drive continues, but this time the tension is thicker then before. the silence is so loud, you barely hear the loud blaring of a truck horn coming from outside of the car. you flinch hard, eyes shutting closed as you try and shield your face. matt watches with teary eyes, letting out a breath of sympathy as he replays the events in his head. then, the entire thing comes back to you. the loud horn, the smell of gas, the blood sticking to your hair and the boy who came to save you.

red, orange, blue. the fire. the screams and the cries that the boy let out for you. he was the first person to come after you because he cared for you. you still didn't know why, though. why did he care so much? why did he feel the need to save you? "i told you even then you looked so pretty, y/n. you still do, you'll always be beautiful to me." the brunette whispered, leaning over your frail body as he gave you a gentle smile. his eyes were teary, though, and he looked hurt. very hurt.

"i—i'm sorry." is all you can say at the moment, eyes traveling to his as you frown. he shakes his head, lips parting to inhale shakily before he speaks, "don't be. ts' not you're fault," he smiles, but when he looks back into your eyes, they're swarming with the tiniest bit of guilt, "you do know that, right?" nothing but silence from your end. the boy takes your hand lightly, careful not to accidentally hurt you as he runs his thumb along the top, "it was never your fault, baby. i promise you, it was my—it was that truckers fault for not stopping."

your lips curve into the smallest smile as you make an effort to hold his hand, and the boy almost bursts out into sobs as he feels it. his head turns away from you for a few moments, trying to recollect himself as he takes deep breaths. when he finally looks back at you, your eyes are already on him, "i'm—i'm matt, you're boyfriend. but... we need to talk about a few things, 'kay..?"

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Diabolical 1

Warnings: non/dubcon, violence, extreme profanity, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Character: Billy Butcher

Summary: your neighbours has some strange friends.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

“Ah, cunt!” 

The man’s voice rolls under your door. His accent adds a certain slant to his words that makes them sound even harsher. You hover your mug in front of your lips, steam curling from the freshly brewed tea, as your eyes drift over in detest. 

You lower it and carry it with you to the door. You lean in to see through the peep hole. The same dark hair, the same long black jacket with the patch on one shoulder, and the same lumbering form. He thumps again on the door across the hall. 

“Hughie, open up, ya skinny cunt.” 

He uses that word again. Your lip curls and you huff. He keeps on. 

You slide back the chain and your adrenaline pumps into your chest. You flip the lock back slowly and pull the door in an inch. You peer through the space as the man checks his watch and grumbles. 

“Where are ya, Hughie?” He grumbles and shakes his head. “Big fucking stick bug, won’t answer ya phone, won’t come to the door...” 

“It’s not very nice language, is it?” You chide. You’re just as surprised as the man as he stands straight and freezes. He turns to you stiffly as you let the door open a little more. 

“Eh? And who are you, then?” He tilts his head this way and that as he growls. 

“I live here. Who are you?” You say defiantly. You sip your tea to keep your nerves under wrap. 

“Wouldn’t you like know, sweetheart?” He snickers. “Oi, you ain’t happened see the skinny one lives over here?” He jabs his thumb behind him. 

You stare at him. You shake your head again. His eyes narrow and flick up and down. 

“Too good for the likes of us, eh? You and your fancy porcelain? What’s that? Royal Daulton Cuntware?” 

You gasp and bat your lashes. “Excuse me, I haven’t been rude. I’ve only asked you to keep it down. Other people live here besides your friend and they don’t appreciate hearing your profanity every morning.” 

“Eh,” he gives a crooked smirk, “you listenin’ for me, sweetheart?” 

“I don’t know you, sir, and I shouldn’t like to.” 

“Ain’t ya so proper? Sirs and shouldn’ts and tea.” He taunts. 

You take a breath and back up, “I would only appreciate a little consideration, but thanks. Have a lovely day.” 

“Oi, go on and hide then, darling.” He tugs on his lapels and squares his shoulders. He chuckles again. 

You stop the door before you can shut it all the way. You bristle at his laughter. “I don’t think you’re funny.” 

He chortles again. He steps closer and you go rigid. You can’t measure up to a man like him. You still the tremour in your hand before your tea can slosh towards the brim. 

“Well, I think you’re right hilarious. Why don’t you go on? Tell me, eh, are you more offended by the shit on my boots or the onion on my breath?” 

You steel yourself as you grip the door tightly. “Don’t come any closer.” 

“Ah, I don’t got that sorta time. Whatcha think a brute like me would do then?” He stops and plants his feet wide. 

“You needn’t be so impolite--” 

“Needn’t--” he mimics. Before you can stop yourself, the tea splashes across his face and chest.  

You recoil as the porcelain drips in your hand and you gape at his stunned grimace. His blue eyes flash and you kick the door shut as you retreat. You put the chain in place and twist the lock. You press your back to the door and listen, heart pounding, and wait. 

His treads scuff on the floor and he sighs. The floor groans as he moves and you watch his shadow beneath your door. Yet, no banging comes at the door. 

“Ah, bollocks, that’ll stain.” His grumble follows him down the hall. 

You have no idea what you were thinking. A man like that is dangerous. You don’t need his name or anything else. You can tell just by looking at him.  

You’re not the sort to associate with the type. You didn’t think your neighbour was either. Then again, you only know Hughie because he dropped a sock in front of your door. He didn’t stay to chat as he snatched it and chased that pretty blonde inside. 

You turn and stand on your toes to see through the peephole. He’s gone but you don’t dare go out and make sure. You’ll do best not to show your face again. Just drink your tea and hide, like you always do.