#side note i sent the pic to my phone to send to the family group chat and the colours look Different without my nighttime blue light filter

[crowsofdarkness]

Cam Boy!Bill Skarsgard: Bill Sends You a Gift-Part Three

-pics not mine.-

Pairings: CamBoy!Bill Skarsgard x Viewer!Reader

Summary: Bill isn't ashamed of the work he does, showcasing his body online for anyone willing to pay. His number one rule was never to make a connection with anyone who either sent him messages or paid for private one-on-one video sessions. That was until you decided to request a certain private session.

Content Warnings: 18+ smut which includes Bill having an only fans page, masturbation, phone sex, virtual sex, and language.

Authors Note: this is a limited mini-series, just a bunch of blurbs that take place in this universe. i'm not sure exactly how long this will be. tags will be open for this if anyone is interested!

CamBoy!Bill masterlist.

A giggle fell from my lips as I stumbled into my apartment, barely falling face first onto the ground but steadied myself against the wall next to my front door. It was dark inside, the only source of light emanating from above the sink in the kitchen. It wasn’t bright by any means but with how tipsy I was, a spotlight would even help me walk straight. 

It had been an extremely long and exhausting week so when Friday at 5PM hit earlier, I went out with a group of friends after work with the hopes of forgetting everything that happened. It had nothing to do with work, more so who. 

I’d been talking with Bill for the last two weeks on and off. At first it was refreshing to have someone to talk to but the pestering voices soon began to creep in, telling me that I was becoming clingy and annoying him. I tried so hard to push those thoughts to the side because it was evident Bill wanted to talk to me. We did talk every day but it was very sporadic. Very in the early stages of getting to know each other. However, the last two days communication with him ceased. I asked how his day was going or funny tik toks I thought he would enjoy but had been met with the delivered status. So doing the only thing I could to drown out the negative voices that I scared him off, I did the only thing I knew would work. 

Drink. A lot. 

It wasn’t something I did. But as I mentioned, it had been a very long week and I needed to just forget. That’s exactly what I did because when I stumbled farther into my apartment, I noticed with blurry vision the large box on my kitchen counter. Shit, I nearly forgot about that. While I was leaving for work this morning, the box was waiting for me on the doormat. I’d been running late and didn’t have time to open it so I threw it on my counter. Now that I was home and slightly curious, I blew out a steady breath and then I read who the box was from. 

Bill Skarsgard. 

Choking on a breath, I rubbed my eyes to make sure what I read was true. Why would Bill send me something? In our conversations of us getting to know each other, I may have let it slip where I lived even though in the beginning I was against letting him know my address. 

I did my best to steady my hands as I opened the box, nearly fainting at what I found inside of it. A pretty green bra and panties set. The lace was intricate designs and even though there wasn’t a price tag, I knew it had to be expensive. 

Along with the lingerie was a few polaroid pictures of him; the kind I couldn’t show anyone. Seeing the lines of his abs and how thick his cock with his hand wrapped around it made me stone cold sober and I slipped the pictures inside of my bra, keeping it close to my chest. 

Literally. 

I then found a folded piece of paper with my name across the front of it. 

Hi. 

I hope you don’t think this is too weird but I wanted to send you a little something. Life is about to get a little crazy for the next few days so I thought I would spoil you to let you know I didn’t forget about you. You always look beautiful in green and if you’re comfortable with it, I’d love to see how it looks on you. I’ll be going out of town to visit some family and might not get the best phone service but once I’m back home, I’ll FaceTime you.  

XOXO

Bill. 

Biting my lip trying to hide the smile, I grabbed the box and walked into my bedroom with an idea forming. Almost immediately I felt guilty for thinking I somehow pushed Bill away when in fact, he was out of town. I didn’t think much about him saying that in a note rather than a text because in the time talking with him, I realized Bill liked to do some things the old fashioned way. 

As I pulled out my phone, I noticed that not only had posted new content on Only Fans but he was live on Tik Tok. Suddenly a wicked idea sprung to mind and I snatched the lingered out of the box and went into my bathroom. I figured he would want to film content once he was back home since he hadn’t posted anything in the last few days. 

Did I notice almost immediately he didn't? Yes. When someone posts some sort of content every day, you tend to notice when they go silent on social media. I mentally smacked myself for being so stupid thinking he was ghosting me. 

Deciding to watch his new video on Only Fans later tonight, I opened tik tok, immediately going to his page. Typically when he went live on tik tok, it was only to talk with his followers. When his face appeared on my screen, I felt my heart thunder inside of my chest at how gorgeous he looked. His mustache was thicker than when he sent me a selfie a week ago and his hair was a tousled mess, a few days overdue for a haircut. The usual bright eyes were a bit dull, probably from exhaustion. But you would never tell because of how wide his smile was as he talked about something one of his followers asked. 

As Bill rambled on, I quickly jumped in the shower to rinse off today's filth and try to sober myself up a little bit. I wasn’t drunk. More so a bit tipsy. I wanted to try and look somewhat presentable with the pictures I planned on sending him. 

I could send it to him while was live. 

With an even more mischievous smile, I turned off the shower and wrapped a towel around me. I quickly dried my hair with another then applied minimal makeup, just enough to give my face some color. The lingerie slipped on like silk, fitting my curves perfectly. The bra pushed up my breasts to where they were almost spilling out of the top and the panties barely covered my pussy. 

Staring at myself in the mirror, I was nearly shocked at how good I looked and how well Bill seemed to know my body. He never asked what size I was which some may have been offended but I wasn’t. I felt an immense amount of gratitude that he thought of me this way. 

Exciting out of tik tok for the time being, I took about thirty pictures in different angles to find the best one. Blame it on the alcohol running through me, I took off my bra and held an arm over my breasts. If I was sober, I probably wouldn’t have gone this far. But I wouldn’t go any farther. 

It took a few minutes to edit and favorite the ones I liked and pulled up my text thread with Bill, shocked to see he had texted me a few hours ago. I must have missed it while I was out with my friends. 

Bill: Hey you. I sent you something and according to my app, it should have been delivered. I have to film some content tonight but I promise to call you afterwards so we can catch up. I’m sorry for kind of going ghost the last few days but I’ve read all your text messages. Talk soon. 😉

Instead of replying to that text, I attached six pictures and before doubt could set in, I hit send. Hastily swiping back over to tik tok, I sat on the edge of my tub and waited for my plan to begin.

“You know, I thought it would be a bit weird when I first started the Only Fans,” Bill said, looking off in the distance to something in his room and rubbing his jaw. 

Those bright eyes snapped back to his phone and the words trailed off those beautiful lips. His pupils dilated to pure darkness as his tongue darted so fast, I nearly missed it. I knew he had clicked open the pictures. 

“Oh, angel. You’ve got to be kidding me,” Bill grunted underneath his breath. 

The chat was going wild, wondering what the hell was going on, so he quickly got to his feet while carrying the phone with him. 

“Sorry to cut this short everyone but something came up. I’ll talk to you all soon.”

As soon as Bill ended his live on tik tok, my phone began to ring with an incoming FaceTime call from him. 

“I can’t believe that worked,” I giggled to myself and stood from the edge of the tub to give myself one more glance in the mirror before answering. 

I couldn’t even get one word out because Bill was already rambling. 

“You little minx,” he narrowed his eyes at me. 

I began walking towards my bed and gave him a faux shrug, feigning innocence. “I didn’t do anything.”

“Are you sure about that? Because I have six pictures of you in that pretty green lingerie set I bought you that say otherwise,” Bill rested an arm behind his head to prop himself up against his pillow. 

“Do you like them?” I asked as I sat cross legged on my bed. 

The cool air from the ceiling fan brought bumps against my skin. 

Bill’s eyes somehow darkened even more and slowly licked his lips. “More than you know, angel.” 

I blinked, hearing that nickname again. I knew I heard it on his live but I thought maybe he didn’t mean for it to slip out. Now it was evident he did in fact mean it. 

“Angel?” I questioned. 

I thought he would get embarrassed that I caught on. Instead he broke out in a teasing smirk. “It fits.” 

I raised a brow. “What if I don’t like it?” 

“Too bad,” Bill shrugged. “It stays. Angel.”

Silence fell between us for a few beats until his deep voice graced my ears once more. 

“I would ask how you’ve been the last few days but that can wait. I want to see your beautiful body.” 

A warm flush crept over my skin and I casted my eyes away from my phone. 

“Hey,” Bill’s soft voice spoke through my phone again. “Look at me.” 

I did and sucked in my breath at the hungry look in his eyes. “I want to see all of you. Always. Alright?” 

“Okay,” I nodded. 

“Good girl, now let me see you.” 

Those two words ignited something deep in my gut as I propped up the phone against my headboard so the camera could show all of me to Bill causing him to let out a groan. 

“Spread those legs, angel.” 

Blame it on the liquid courage or the way he continued to praise me, I did as Bill said and spread my legs for him. The material of my panties were skim so I knew he could see my pussy.  

“Can you finger yourself for me?” Bill’s voice was hoarse as lust overtook him. 

“You really want to see that?” I asked, a bit nervous. 

“Hell yes, I do,” Bill sounded offended that I asked him that. 

So I leaned farther back on my bed and moved my panties to the side, shocked at how wet I already was when I brushed a finger along my folds. I moaned as I dragged that wetness over my clit, drawing slow circles. 

“Look how wet you are. Such a naughty girl touching yourself.” 

I nodded as I sunk a finger inside of me and began pumping it in fast strokes. I arched off of the bed, showing more of myself to Bill, who must have been touching himself from the moans I heard coming from the phone. He grunted, swore, and choked on a breath. Faintly, I could hear him spit before the wet sounds of him stroking himself. 

“You have such a pretty pussy, angel. I bet it would swallow my cock whole, suffocate it.” 

“Yes,” I moaned, dragging it out, as I slipped another finger inside of me. 

I was so close, my orgasm cresting higher and higher. The leap into euphoria was about to be soul shattering as I peered open my eyes to look at my phone. Bill had changed the direction of his phone so it was showing his hand wrapped around his cock. 

“Oh shit,” I said, the euphoria finally washing over me. 

His pace was ruthless around his cock, nearly bruising, and there wasn’t a doubt in my mind he loved the hurt. He wanted the tightness around him. 

“You look like an angel coming apart. Your moans sound like heaven and I can’t wait to hear them in my ear,” Bill rambled on. 

I lazily nodded while I dragged my fingers out of me, slick with my arousal, and felt my cunt clench around nothing as I watched Bill finally spill inside of his hand, moaning my name under his breath. 

Breathless, I slowly sat up to a sitting position as Bill turned his phone back to his face. 

“Lick your fingers clean for me, angel,” he ordered. 

My heart hammered in my chest as I did what he said, my tangy taste lingering on my tongue. What I didn’t expect was Bill to bring his own fingers to his mouth to lick them clean. 

“Holy shit,” I breathed, secretly wishing I was there to clean him fingers and his cock. 

“I want to taste you so fuckign bad,” Bil groaned, running a clean hand over his face. 

“Ditto,” I agreed with a small smile. 

[queensparklekitten]

some gay people in the forest

[prorevenge]

We didn't help but hOW DARE YOU REMOVE US?!

I'm in 11th grade and boy, oh boy, I thought my classmates from the previous school years were stupid but God, my classmates this year takes the cake.

We have Research ( something like thesis writing ) as a subject this year. Our teacher grouped our class into three groups. Mine ended up being the unluckiest. I was stuck with the 5 most entitled shit heads in the class. They were known for not doing shit in group activities yet when you try to remove them from the group they'd start shit.

And that's exactly what happened.

They basically did nothing the entire time my co-leader and I begged them to help. It was annoying and we decided to kick them out of the group if they don't help anything in Chapter 3.

Surprise, surprise! They didn't do shit. I kept messaging the group chat asking them to help or else but were they scared? Threatened? Nope! They just left me on read, every. Single. Time. My co-leader and I then did the most logical thing; we removed them from the group.

By the way, we kept reminding them that if they don't help out in any of the chapters, they'll get removed.

Last Saturday (Mar. 16), my co-leader and I revised our paper and we asked the select group members ( who actually did shit ) to send their dedication. On Sunday, my co-leader asked those who haven't sent in their dedication to send it since it was supposed to be passed the following day. This alerted one of the five shit heads.

Let's call him Jack.

Jack: What about me?

Co-leader (CL from now on): ask Gayle.

Me: Those who were mentioned gets to send in their dedications.

This alerted another shit head ( let's call her Mimi ).

Mimi: What about me?

I repeated what I said.

Jack: So we don't have to do anything?

Me [ in the most passive aggressive way ever ]: Hmm, I don't know. You might have to do another Research Paper?

Jack and Mari (another shit head): Why?

I then proceeded to explain that they didn't help one bit even if it was as easy as sending one link.

I was enraged that night and I was ranting which alerted another shit head who oh my god is the worst, most entitled piece of shit out of the five of them. Let's call her Kae.

Kae was livid when she found out she & her precious group of friends got kicked out for not doing anything. She began ranting about how she doesn't deserve to be disrespected like this and how she deserves to get an instant reply. The other three shit heads were hyping her and saying all these inappropriate things (i.e., how they loved to grind in a bar just to earn money).

Kae: I can't believe it! You guys just left me on read!

Me [ again, passive aggressively ]: [[ cough ]] you guys also left me on read when i ask you to do something [[ cough ]] i'm sorry, my throat's itchy.

Kae: WOW! How could you say that? You only notice a select few ( I don't. I've said it over & over again that if anyone has any questions, i'll happily answer it).

Me: uhmm... Remember the sub groups chats from a month ago?

Mimi: Gayle, you said that you'll handle everything and we'd just pay.

Me: I never said that. I said that you'd have to pay if you didn't get to help out.

After that it was all chaos. I was ready to kill a bitch or maybe 5. The shit heads kept saying over and over and over about how "you could've approached us," "you could've said something," and a bunch of other shit. I was shaking due to the rage I was feeling. I've done everything to make them help. I begged, asked, and they didn't comply. I started replying to them in all caps, saying on how they're removed and that there was no way of them being ever included in the group again.

Mimi then said something about family.

Mimi: I thought we were family? I thought we were supposed to help each other out.

Kae: There is no FAMILY! ONLY GREEDINESS!

CL: It isn't our fault if you weren't active. We aren't always family.

Me: Stop it with your family bullshit cause we never treated nor saw you as family.

I removed the from the group chat, thinking it was all over. God, was I wrong. My co-leader informed me that they were mentioning me in the class group chat. They were causing an uproar. They kept saying shit like, "it's finally time to see their true personalities," or about how bad of a leader I am or about how much they paid for our research paper ( they paid 13 pesos, which isn't much honestly), and they even compared me to our class president.

Now, in our class, I'm a respectable student being both the top 1 and the class vice president. I'm a nice leader and I definitely do my part but I'm no push over. Unlike our class president who is a giant push over and that's why they said she was the better leader cause they can abuse her kindness. ( The class president and I are very good friends so no one took the comparison to an offence ).

There was a riot in the group chat and my emotionally inept classmates just kept adding fuel to the fire. It was ridiculous and immature. My co-leader and I kept quiet and decided to let them feast on their stupidity. It was 12:07 AM when they finally shut up and I decided to get some sleep too.

Here's where the fun begins. I woke up at 5:30AM in a cold sweat. I had a plan and I was absolutely ready to go through with it. Those shit heads were "exposing" me with screenshots ( because I replied to them in a passive aggressive way ) then two can play at that game. I've got all the necessary shit to expose them too. I still have the sub group chats from Chapters 1 & 3 and the entire group chat for our Research.

I borrowed my grand dad's phone, opened my Messenger account and began taking screenshots. I posted them all on MyDay for everyone to see. I added a few passive aggressive notes on the pics.

The screenshots proved that they didn't help nor gave one single reply. But my petty ass wasn't done there just yet, nope. I planned on making a portfolio with all the screenshots plus an essay. I gathered all my money because the screenshots were a hundred plus.

I told my co-leader about this. She thought it was over the top but our other group members told me they were on board.

When I got to school that day, my classmates were either asking for details or saying good luck. It just pumped me up to go through with the plan even more. CL and I went to the nearest computer shop to print the screenshots. Once CL & I entered the room, we were both shocked.

The 5 shit heads were there. They actually went to school. That was a fucking miracle to be honest. I rolled my eyes as I hid the printed screenshots from their view. They left the room but not before making a few comments about me. Those comments only fueled the fire.

Once they actually left, I began sorting the screenshots out. The class president noticed & asked about it. I told her my plan and she cheered me on. Another classmate asked when the fight was gonna start. I laughed and told him that this was the way I was gonna bring them down by ruining their reputation in the faculty room.

Nobody likes the 5 shit heads. They always started shit and a few of my classmates have confronted them but it wasn't successful due to lack of necessary evidence. I was ready to be the one that took them down.

While I sorted out the screenshots, the shit heads came back. Before they could see what I was doing, I quickly hid it all. They stayed in the room for 10 minutes or so, loudly talking about the incident the night before or how Class President was the better leader. I rolled my eyes at them again. After they said their comments, they left the room with their bags. They only went to school to talk shit about me and CL.

Classic.

After I finished sorting the screenshots and finished writing the essay, it was all set. The only thing missing was the Research Paper itself. My friend and I went back to the computer shop to print the Paper. On the way there, we crossed paths with the shit heads and they said something about grades or something, I'm not sure.

Once the paper was printed, we set off. We reached the faculty room. We saw our teacher and signaled him over. I handed our Research Paper plus the portfolio. We didn't say anything and our teacher flipped through the pages. He was silent then he went back to his desk.

Mission Accomplished.

But the story doesn't end there. Tuesday ( Mar. 19), our adviser confronted us.

Adviser ( A from now on): What's this about?

Kae: Gayle removed us from the group without us knowing.

Me: Well, you guys --

Kae: She was rude to us and I was asking nicely.

Me: [ towards our other classmate ] Ren! Let me borrow your phone.

He gave me his phone and I logged in my Messenger account.

Me: [[ handing the phone to A ]] here's the group chat Ma'am.

A: [[ takes the phone ]] okay! Everyone take the exams while I read!

And we did. After the exam, she asked us ( the shit heads + the rest of the group) to come over and talk. We came over and she said a little something that made me smirk.

A: Call Sir John!

The shit heads looked unfazed. They were tight with our adviser. They were thinking that she'd side with them but nope, she never sided with them when it came to arguments like this.

Kae was staring daggers at me while our classmates called our Research adviser. The other 4 were smirking and laughing amongst themselves. CL was rolling her eyes and the rest of the group were doing other things. I was neutral. I had no expression on my face.

After 5 minutes or so, Sir John ( SJ from now on ) came into the room. He had his class record and a familiar purple sliding folder with him. He brought the portfolio. SJ sat down on one of the chairs and the meeting resumed.

A: Start talking.

Kae: Well, it happened Sunday night. Jack messaged me on Facebook telling me we got removed from the Research group. I messaged our group chat and no one was answering --

Me: We're sorry we didn't get to reply early.

Jack: But you were online.

( Anyone who uses FB on mobile would know that you don't actually have to be on the app 24/7 to be online, you just have to be connected to a data/internet connection. I was on YT when they messaged.)

Mimi: We were mentioning you.

Me: I'm sorry but mentions don't work for me as I don't have Messenger installed on my phone. ( i have a Samsung Galaxy V btw )

Kae: That isn't the point. You were online yet you weren't responding. Shows how much of a bad leader you are.

I. Was. Baffled. I knew these shit heads were entitled but god damn, their level is wow.

Mari: You left us on read.

A: [[ slams her palm on the desk ]] enough!! Move on to the actual problem.

Kae: Gayle removed us from the group without our permission.

Me: I have a valid reason. You didn't help out.

Mimi: But you told us we only have to pay and you'd handle the rest.

Me: What else was I suppose to say? You'd only ask what you can do when it was time for passing? Plus, I only said you'd have to pay if you didn't help out.

Kae: Where tf did you say that?

Me: The group chat you love to leave on read.

They were accusing me of lying but luckily SJ stepped in.

SJ: [[ handing A the portfolio ]] Here's all the evidence you need, Ma'am.

A: [[ takes the portfolio and starts reading through it ]]

A read through Exhibit B which contained the conversation where I was asking for links regarding classroom discussion yet none of the shit heads could send any.

A: Why couldn't any of you send just one link? One link and it would've been fine!

A was mad. The shit heads were speechless for a second then began spewing out bull shit excuses like, "We don't have internet," "The internet cafe's too far," and, "I don't have any money."

I rolled my eyes. These shit heads could afford to drink at a bar-esque place every single day but couldn't afford to take 5 minutes out of their time to send a link.

Weird flex but okay.

A read through a few more pages. She was now on Exhibit C, D, and E which were all the sub groups where I was messaging and messaging and messaging for at least one of them shit heads to help.

A: Kae! Mimi! Why didn't any of you reply?

Kae: We thought we weren't needed.

Mimi: They just told us to pay.

SJ: They were messaging and kept asking for help.

A decided to stir the topic away from payment for a while.

A: Gayle, did you tell them when the deadline was?

Me: Yes, it's in th--

Kae: SHE NEVER DID! She never cared about us! She's always focusing on CL. CL this & CL that.

Me: I did and you left me on read and she's my co leader, what tf were you expecting? Plus you would've known when the deadline was if any of you just attended Sir John's classes for once.

Mimi: We do!

Bold of her to lie inbfront of SJ's face.

SJ: You don't. I have my class records and almost all of you are either Late or Absent most of the time.

Kae: We're late? What can we do about that?

Mari: Yes! What can we do about that?

Me: I don't know. Maybe make an effort to actually go to class early.

Joy: Classes start too early.

Our class start at 10 fucking 30.

SJ: Classes start at 10:30. You have enough time to be on time for classes.

The shit heads were silent. They had no come back now. It was silent till Mimi opened her fucking mouth.

Mimi: It's still unfair that we paid and now we aren't included.

Joy: I know right?!

A: Did you even help out?

SH ( shit heads ): No.

SJ: What do you even think Research is?! Do you pay for it?!

It was silent again and I was so glad I was wearing a face mask because I was smirking so wide that time.

Jack: [[ chuckles ]] Class President's group is still much better. Her group members don't have to pay and don't have to do anything to get included in the Paper.

A: Are you her group mates? No, so disregard her and the other group.

SJ: You are her [[ gestures to me ]] group mates so you are under her authority.

A: How much did you even pay?

Me: 13 pesos. Total.

SJ: [[ stares at the shit heads with an eyebrow raised ]]

A: [[ asking the SH ]] did you pay for Chapter 1?

SH: Yes!

A: [[ to me ]] Did you include them?

Me: Yes.

A: [[ to SH ]] How about for Chapter 2?

SH: Yes!

A: [[ to me ]] Did you include them?

Me: Yes.

A: [[ to SH ]] Did you pay for Chapter 3?

SH: ... No...

A: [[ to me ]] Did you include them?

Me: No.

A: See! They included you when you paid! What are you getting mad about?

Kae: It's still unfair that we aren't included anymore.

Mimi: wE PAID!

A: Not everything can be done through money. Now, don't depend on your group leader to do everything.

SJ: You now have to do your own Research paper. To be passed tomorrow.

Jack: Fine! Class President said she's gonna help us anyway.

SJ: No, she won't. I'll tell her to not help you as there will be consequences if I ever found she helped you or you asked for help.

Mimi: But sir! We don't know what to do.

SJ: What a shame. You should've attended my classes then. By the way, I've done what you asked me to do.

SJ got up from his seat with the class record and portfolio in hand and left.

The shit heads were speechless and I was amused. I knew exactly what Sir John meant, he made the entire faculty read the portfolio so now the teachers now what shenanigans these shits were up to.

I was happy that day. We won the case, the shit heads have to do their own paper.

Kae was glaring at me whenever she saw me that day and some say she's still glaring until now.

I celebrated by treating myself to McDonald's.

(source) story by (/u/AGryffindork)