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Hallelujah, What a Payday

Baby Billy Freeman x Fem!Reader

Summary: Baby Billy's on the search for his next co-star.

Warnings: Sex with that weird, old man (at the very end.) Religious trauma but with zero detail at all. If I refer to anything as "nonsense" or whatever, that's not about any religion and is only about the silly Gemstone activities.

Notes: Tiffany just doesn't exist here. I love her too much to write that she got left or something. This should've been two parts, but I promised we were gonna fuck him, so. We're also gonna ignore the Baby Billy body-double pp they show in the first episode. Don't even fucking act like that dastardly old man isn't packing.

"Five minutes, Y/N!" The angry stage manager screams backstage. You perfect your lipstick in the mirror and stand to straighten up your ensemble. You sing a few nights a week at a local lounge/venue for extra money. You're a local hit and it pays the bills.

Across the entire building, a man pays his way inside, tired after days of wasted effort. He sighs as he takes a seat, alone in a VIP booth. They're not cheap, but even if he hadn't sat there, anyone can tell he has money just from the way he dresses.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, tonight's entertainment." A smooth voice vibrates over the intercom. You gracefully file out onto the small stage, illuminated well by a single spotlight amongst the mood lighting throughout the lounge. The tired man taps a finger on his table, watching with boredom as he waits for his drink to arrive.

"I'm all out of hope. One more bad dream could bring a fall..." Your voice rings through the air like honey sweetens tea. The lone man at the VIP booth nearly gives himself whiplash with the rate at which he turns to face the source of the illustrious talent. You continue to sing your cover, and slowly he begins to recognize the song.

Your eyes meet his, as you do at every show to engage with the audience.

"It's easy to deceive. It's easy to tease," you slide your hands down your sides, swaying back and forth sensually for this verse. "But hard to get release."

The pianist serves as backup vocals, delivering the iconic lyrics: "Les yeux sans visage."

"Eyes without a face; got no human grace. You're eyes without a face." Your vocals swell and the man stares at you, inspired. His mouth hangs agape with a hopeful smile.

After you finish your set of five songs, you take a small bow and excuse yourself to the bar. The well-dressed man all but trips over himself as he scrambles to meet you over there.

"Double vodka cran, please, Henry." You tell the bartender and he nods, starting your order.

"That's some voice you got there, darlin'." The man appears next to you, smiling a large, white, evangelical grin.

"Thank you, I'm glad you enjoyed the show."

"Well, I more than enjoyed it. You got yourself a gift, now." The man extends his hand. "I'm Baby Billy."

"Baby?" You look at him, perplexed. He explains his backstory a little, insisting you should at least know who his sister is.

"You ain't never heard of Aimee-Leigh Gemstone?"

"Of course I have, I just don't listen to a lot of gospel." You shrug, truthfully hoping the conversation could end there.

"Well, darlin', do you ever sing gospel?" His eyes twinkle in the dimly lit bar area.

"I don't think that'd fare well for me here. This place looks fancy, it's costly to get in, but it's just a bar at the end of the day. No one wants to be preached to." You take a sip of your drink and he watches you closely, noting the pout of your lips as you press them to the glass.

"No, not here. Here." He lies a pamphlet out in front of you, sliding it closer along the bar. "I'm the head preacher at the new church in Locust Grove. Opens in a month."

"A man of God, huh?" You mumble as you skim over the pamphlet. "Does this gig pay?"

"God never asked us to exploit our talents for free." Baby Billy grins. You look him up and down. He's a walking red flag, but it's clear he's got money and as a broke woman on your own, you can never have enough.

"I'm free on weekends. I'll adjust my availability when I know you're serious." You say, stone-faced. Baby Billy hands you his card, passing it smoothly between his index and middle finger. You take it and stand from the bar, walking away, and disappearing into the green room to prepare for another set in an hour. He watches you, still sporting a wide smile as you stand. His eyebrows twitch in short-lived confusion. He pushes all that aside, only one thing matters now. He has his co-star.

Friday afternoon rolls around and Baby Billy attends your show, beaming at you from his expensive, empty VIP booth. He's practically got dollar signs for pupils.

"Friday is a weekday, Billy." You call over your shoulder as you excuse yourself to the bar.

"Baby Billy," he corrects, clinging to his childhood fame with all he has. "It's a brand, now. And who said I'm here for work? Can't a man just enjoy the show?" He follows you to the bar, taking a seat next to you.

"Well, did you enjoy it?" You turn to him with an amused smile. "The show?"

"It was even better the second time around."

"Thank you, Baby Billy," you say, with a knowing emphasis on 'baby.' "I guess I'll be calling you tomorrow, then."

"I'll be ready when you are, darlin'." He smiles warmly and you begin to wonder if you'll ever see him without that goofy, toothy grin stretched across his face.

Saturday morning, you're up, bright and early. You think nothing of the process of getting ready, throwing on a T-shirt and jeans along with various accessories you only get to wear on your days off, so you take every chance.

"This ain't a repeat of that... Lost soul you brought in last time, is it?" Eli settles back in his seat. He's sitting in one of the thousands of seats in the Gemstone Auditorium along with his three children, Judy, Jesse, and Kelvin. Baby Billy stands before them.

"No, damn, Eli. She's perfect for the job. She's got the face, she's got the voice, and most importantly, she's got stage presence." Baby Billy makes a grand case, convincing the Gemstone family that he's found an angel on Earth. Which is why it's all the more shocking when you walk in looking like an entirely different person than the woman he met at the lounge.

Everyone falls silent, they turn to face you as you walk through the door. The second you come into clear view, Judy Gemstone does a poor job of stifling a hateful chortle. Baby Billy meets you halfway, keeping you off to the side before you're front and center in front of everyone.

"The fuck you look like that for?" He asks with a peculiar sense of genuine confusion/ curiosity.

"I'm sorry, I didn't think it'd be a dress rehearsal." You narrow your eyes, placing a hand on your hip.

"When you called me this morning I thought I made it clear what kind of... Environment you might find yourself in." He waves his hands around as he says this.

"Is this an audition or did you scout me out?" You ask with a smirk, looking him up and down.

"Well, hear me out, now. Because if it were up to me, you're hired. But you need to hop up on there and prove to these assholes that I know what I'm doing."

"Playing dress up costs extra," You whisper. Without leaving time for him to respond, you walk ahead of him and confidently offer a handshake to Eli. The two of you become acquainted and he welcomes you to the stage.

As you step out onto the grand platform, it's awkwardly empty. You find yourself almost nervous, which is out of character for you. You've been performing since you were young.

"What am I singing for you today, Dr. Gemstone?" You ask, sensing a little bit of decorum could go a long way here.

"Looks like she's about to start blasting Rob fuckin' Zombie," Jesse, the oldest Gemstone son, quips under his breath. You narrow your eyes at him, clocking his appearance on the spot.

"I think I know what you wanna hear," you smile politely, pointing directly at Jesse. After a quick speed walk to the sound tech, you queue up the track for the song you've chosen. The music starts, and the two youngest Gemstone siblings burst into laughter. Even Eli chuckles.

"Hello, Darlin'. Nice to see you," you start. "It's been a long time, you're just as lovely as you used to be." The joke about Jesse's appearance quickly fizzles away as the Gemstones take in your voice. Baby Billy stands off to the side, gauging their reaction, absolutely elated.

"I told you he was trying to be Conway fuckin' Twitty," Judy whispers to Kelvin.

"Come back Darlin'. I'll be waiting for you..." You finish your song and take an unserious bow. You secure the job, and Eli even commends Baby Billy for finding you. After researching the Gemstones a little bit the night before, you quickly begin to realize how much money you could potentially make here.

"That was fantastic! That old fucker didn't think I could do it," Baby Billy gushes.

"And what did you do, just now?" You side-eye him.

"I found a star." He emphasizes his words with his hands. He's a charismatic and handsome man even given his older age.

"What's next? I'm sure this next month will be pretty busy with rehearsals." You laugh, already contemplating quitting your recurring lounge gig.

"Well, sure. We'll put in the work and all, but," he looks at you expectantly.

"What?" You ask, but he only gestures with his hand as if you should've caught on by now. "Oh, Baby Billy. I don't know if I'll be attending church tomorrow. I'm um, not a Christian."

"Huh," he says, dryly. You scrunch your nose, awaiting an uncomfortable lecture. "You work in this industry for so long, you forget some people aren't religious." He shrugs and you feel a sense of relief.

"I'm not busy today. Care to show me around the Locust Grove church? It's nice to know what I'm going into." He holds the door for you as you step out into the bright parking lot.

"I'd love nothing more." He grins.

At the Locust Grove location, you're wowed by the remodeled mall-turned-megachurch. He gives you the grand tour, specifying that you'd have your own area to get ready before each service.

"This is... A lot," you laugh.

"You're about to make it much more, darlin'." He ushers you up to the stage with him. "Let's give it a go, see how we sound together."

"What song are you thinking?"

"You don't know any gospel?" He peeks over his glasses at you.

"Not really," you shrug. "Well, I know Angel Band and I know Down to The River to Pray from that movie I like."

"Good fuckin' God." He sighs. "Down to The River." He counts off and starts the first verse. His voice is southern, crisp, and clear. You quickly decide in your head what fashion of singing would best compliment his. The chorus approaches and you ready your breath.

"Oh, sisters, let's go down. Let's go down, come on down," your voices melt together pleasingly. You can tell by the look on his face that he likes what he hears. The song ends for the two of you after that first chorus, that's all he needed to hear.

"It's about time something worked out for ol' Baby Billy," he shakes his head. "Now, the next matter to discuss is... Wardrobe."

"Yeah, I figured 'sunday best' would cut it, right?"

"Well, not quite." He leads you to a room past the storage area full of broken, useless mannequins. He walks up to a large armoire and pulls it open. Inside is one dress. It's wrapped in a layer of protective plastic that's done wonders to preserve it. It's campy and dated, though you can tell it was high dollar fashion for its time.

"Baby Billy, I'm not wearing this." You look at him, as if hoping he'll tell you he's joking.

"What? Why not? Now that was Aimee-Leigh's favorite dress," he glances back and forth from you and the dress.

"Okay and it's beautiful, but it looks like it's a hundred years old." You look at the striking piece of clothing again. "This is helpful, though. If this is the kind of look you wanna go for, I think I can make it work."

The two of you spend the rest of your time in the unopened church getting acquainted. You find him charming and entertaining. He finds you beautiful and unintentionally hilarious. You make him laugh often. It's like his own personal ray of sunshine on his shoulder.

It's late when you head to leave. You hardly noticed how long you'd been there. As you open the door to the dark parking lot, you turn to bid Baby Billy goodbye.

"Well, hold on, now, darlin'. Let me walk you to your car." He follows you out the door and to your vehicle. You roll the window down to thank him for the job, pulling your seatbelt over your head.

"I'll see you...?" You wait for him to tell you what day he plans to start practice.

"Monday afternoon, if you can make it." He places a hand on the roof of your car. "Now, listen. I know you ain't the religious type-"

"I will see you Monday, Baby Billy." You interrupt before he has the chance to invite you to church tomorrow. He shrugs, waving to you as you drive off.

That night, as you shower, you wonder if you were too rude with your rejection of his invitation. After all, you grew up going to church. Certainly not a mega church, but a church regardless. It's not a chapter of your youth and adolescence that you hold dear, hence your inclination to stay away from it all.

You set an alarm and wake up early Sunday morning... To get ready for church. You take this outing as a chance to demonstrate to Baby Billy and all the Gemstones that while your personal style may not mesh with their vibe, you've always had a way of blending in.

You put on a white dress with statement sleeves. Something to play off of the whole "voice of an angel" shtick. After perfecting the rest of the look, you leave with a satisfied smile.

You walk through the large double doors to the "Gemstone Worship Center" and look around. It's needlessly gigantic and overwhelming to take in.

"Y/N, is that you, darlin'?" Baby Billy's voice grounds you back on Earth. You turn to face him and he raises his eyebrows, shocked by your range of appearances. "Don't you look pretty this morning?" He grins, admiring your pearly glow in the white garment. He's elated to see you there. Not because he thinks you need church, but because he wanted to see you.

He introduces you to a few colleagues, and even Eli Gemstone reintroduces himself, shocked to learn you're the same woman from yesterday.

"Who is this with you today?" A tall, bald man with a thick African accent asks with a warm smile.

"Now, this is my girl, Y/N," Baby Billy gestures to you like a grand prize. Something about the title "his girl" makes your stomach flip, and you're not sure how you feel about that. "She'll be performing with me at Locust Grove."

The theatrical, pretentious service is long, loud, and feels uncomfortable the entire time, so it's hard to keep your mind and eye from wandering to anything else. Often, you glance at Baby Billy. He's brought you to his seats in the front area, so it's hard to drown the music out entirely, but everything does seem to muffle when you're staring down the white-haired enigma of a man before you.

After service, Baby Billy invites you to join the family at a restaurant called Jason's. You're hesitant at first, but Eli insists. When you arrive, the Gemstones are escorted to a level above the restaurant to a private section for their own VIP dining experience. It's frivolous to you, but it's nice to do something different for once.

After church lunch, the entire group congregates in the parking lot, saying their goodbyes and making promises to see each other next week. You smile politely, though a bit awkward, as you don't really know anyone besides Baby Billy.

"Nice get up, Rob Zombie." Judy Gemstone appears beside you, seemingly complimenting you, but she's just as confused as you are.

"Thank you, Judy. I just wanted to show that I know how to fit into a crowd."

"Yeah, well. You're not so bad, up there, on stage." Her tone sounds like she's accosting you, but her words sound genuine. As if she's not sure how to... Just be nice without intimidation tactics. "Singer to singer, don't let Uncle Baby Billy ride your coattails too hard." She struts off, linking arms with her husband and loading up into their lavish vehicles.

You feel a sense of comfort now, knowing Judy is just like that. It's nice to know you have another woman in the mix that you can look to as an acquaintance. Slowly, but surely, you find yourself melding into the atmosphere that follows people like Baby Billy around. You begin to feel more comfortable around the rest of the church leaders, though you realize rather quickly that there isn't much talk about God. It's nice.

As the weeks go by, you meet up with Baby Billy for practice every day. It's not the schedule you meant to give him, you just find yourself wanting to see him more and more. You delight in the strange way he talks and his charming mannerisms. You also think it's really funny when something goes wrong and he's suddenly not grandpa sunshine anymore, and he's kicking a speaker calling it a dick.

As the rehearsal window comes to a close, you and your co-star are inseparably close. On more than one occasion, one of you has slipped up and gotten a little too comfortable.

"Baby Billy, why does the mirror say something about washing my hands keeping me safe from Satan?" You ask, returning from the restrooms.

"That was song lyrics from back in mine and Aimee-Leigh's day," he laughs.

"Well, how do clean hands keep me safe in the eyes of the Lord?" You furrow your brow, in disbelief that anyone could believe this. Baby Billy is tinkering with the stage lights as they two of you converse.

"Well," he says, still messing with the light. "Just like those hands can commit sins, they can be washed clean by his mercy." He chuckles as if he already knows he's going to overstep. "Those look like sinner hands to me, darlin'." He winks.

"Sinner hands?"

"Ain't you ever done anything with those hands? Something the Lord might not smile upon?" He continues with his back to you, finally flicking on the light after his adjustments. Your face is hot and red with the realization of what he meant.

"Oh, yeah. I guess so." You shrug. Baby Billy turns to face you, taking a few steps closer. He's a good deal taller than you, so his lanky frame looms over you in a way that makes your stomach flip. He's barely a foot away, smiling down at you.

"You guess so," he repeats, tilting his head and grinning, letting the silence thicken for a moment. You give up on trying to fight back the blush in your cheeks, there is no way around it.

"Well, I guess let's get back to it," you clap your hands once in front of you as if to break up this moment and you take your position. Baby Billy just laughs and leaves you with a lingering confusion. The rest of the day, you can't seem to keep your head clear. A flip has switched and you find yourself lusting after this televangelist old man.

The two of you wrap up rehearsals for the day, but instead of leaving, you linger behind a little longer. You're unsure if it's nerves telling you to practice more, or if it's just you wanting to be around him.

"Next week is opening day," Baby Billy grins. The excitement is clear on his face with that brilliant, big smile. He takes a seat next to you and you both face the large, beautifully lit and decorated stage.

"That fast, huh?" You chuckle, trying to laugh away the knot in your throat so you don't have to swallow it.

"You're gonna be great up there," he says, catching you off guard. He seems to have mistaken your unexpected attraction as pre-show nerves. "Right next to ol' Baby Billy Freeman. This is a big break for you."

"Oh, it is?" You laugh.

"Look, I'm serious, now. The right ears hear us and we're signed and touring," he snaps his fingers. "Like that!"

"You sure you could handle being on the road with me? I'm kind of a diva," you joke. "If I don't get my beauty sleep, I look like a dead bug and I'll hit someone." Baby Billy bursts into laughter.

"I don't think a lack of sleep or even a semi-truck could deter what you've got goin', sweetheart."

"What do you mean?" You ask through a laugh.

"You're a looker, darlin'. You walk into a room and draw everybody's eye." His hands are animated as he speaks.

"Oh, yes. Flattery will get you everywhere," you laugh, lightly shoving his arm playfully.

"I mean it, now. You the prettiest girl I know." He shrugs.

"You're not so bad yourself." You smirk, leaning closer to him than you realized. He notices the closing gap and can't help himself, he leans toward you as well. Time seems to slow down just for a moment as you two share this closeness.

He glances at your lips, and then back up to your eyes. Your heart begins to race before the sudden, loud crash of the stage light Baby Billy messed with hitting the stage with great weight. You both sit up, startled by the sound, jumping away from the close quarters you'd just been in.

"Oh, uh," you regain your grip, realizing what poor business practice has just nearly taken place. You've fucked your boss before. You know it doesn't end well... "I should get going."

You stand and readjust your skirt, smiling nervously as you start toward the door. Baby Billy stands too, hopelessly searching for his next sentence, but for the first time in his life, he seems unable to find the words.

"Same time tomorrow, darlin'," he calls out to you as you step out the door. He takes a step over to the stage, sitting down and exhaling a big breath. What an old fool he'd have to be to think you'd want anything to do with him when you're so young-spirited and beautiful? Will that stop him? No. It won't.

The last few days leading up to the grand opening are full of those small, close encounters. One day, you tripped during dance practice and practically landed in his arms. You two locked eyes and it would've been done for right then if a janitor hadn't walked through the stage door. Another time, you were high up on a ladder, making Baby Billy hold it steady out of fear. The entire time you're above him in your dress rehearsal skirt, he can't seem to fight the perverted urge to glance up. When he does, he nearly loses his bearings. His face ignites red and he can't help but smile ear to ear.

It's no secret to either of you that some kind of tension has been brewing. Even the Gemstone siblings share a look of confusion when they see you two forget anyone else is in the room. Neither of you seems to notice how long your eye will linger on the other.

The Sunday of the Church's debut sneaks up on you after the last few days of having nothing but Baby Billy on the brain. You're less nervous about performing and more nervous about seeing him again. It's as if every time you two come together, the palpable tension in the air becomes thicker. You're certain you'll lose the ability to breathe the air around you if it gets any worse.

"You ready to make some magic, darlin'?" An excited Baby Billy startles you as he intrusively enters your dressing room.

"My God, don't you knock? I could've been naked," you laugh, perfecting your makeup in the mirror.

"I don't think you'd hear any protest from me, sweetheart." He winks and makes a quick getaway. To be honest, he wasn't quite meaning to say that part out loud. You're left red-faced and pleasantly shocked. The comments between the two of you have been growing more bold by the day, but that one takes the cake... So far.

You get dressed in your opening night outfit. It's a bit different than the one you wore to rehearsals. It's nicer, fancier, flashier, without all the dated glitz of Aimee-Leigh's 80's-esque dress that Baby Billy attempted to lend you.

It hadn't occurred to you that Baby Billy hadn't seen this outfit of yours. But his beaming, smiling face when the two of you step out in front of the crowd from opposite ends of the stage gives you a needed stroke of your ego. He holds an arm out to you, inviting you to his side as he introduces you and himself. It was established early in the arrangement that he'd do most of the talking, so you put on your best "quiet and pretty" act. You clap when the crowd claps, and you throw your hands up in "praise" when it seems appropriate.

Anyone who'd met you before this performance is genuinely confused by who they're watching right now. They expected you to give a hell of a singing show, they didn't expect you to play the full part so well. As you told them, you know how to blend in. The surge of energy that comes with any performance this in-depth carries you throughout the whole service.

With each song you sing, with or without Baby Billy, you cannot stop yourself from looking at him, over and over. Fuck the tension, something is building up inside of you and the adrenaline of the stage is only making it worse, for both of you.

Baby Billy bids the crowd farewell and you give a gentle wave as the two of you exit the stage, arm in pining arm. The very second the stage exit door closes behind you, muffling the sounds of the cheering and dispersing crowd, you and Baby Billy fall still, silent, and stare at each other for barely one breathless second and then your lips are on his. You both stumble for a moment before he steadies you, pressing you up against the nearest wall.

"God damn, Y/N," he whispers between hungry kisses. You pull away for just a second, just enough time to ask a question.

"My dressing room or yours?" Baby Billy answers that inquiry by reconnecting his lips to yours and guiding your intertwined bodies to his dressing room. It's the closest. The two of you stumble through the door and straight to the lengthy couch meant to make the room look more glamorous. He lies you back on the cushions and his two careful hands begin to wander.

"Darlin, you look incredible in this get-up," he huffs. "But I can't wait till I get it off of you." He quickly unfastens the buttons of your blouse and groans roughly just at the sight of your lacey bra-clad breasts. Soft, breathy moans escape your lips over and over as he gropes at you and grinds against you. "Now, you don't mind where this is goin', do ya?"

"No, shut up," you chuckle, pulling his mouth back to yours. Your hands rake through his hair and find their way down to his expensive, flashy belt buckle. He sits back on the couch, legs hanging off with his Italian leather shoes resting on the floor. He spreads his knees and you take your position between them. You're breathless with excitement as you free his erection from his slacks. The moment you wrap a hand around his shaft, you feel him still growing harder in your hand.

"God damn it," he sighs, tossing his head back against the couch. He wraps one hand in your hair, guiding your lips toward the head of his cock. "Come on, now. Don't make me beg for it." You chuckle at his eagerness, but you do as he says, wrapping your lips around his tip. Baby Billy sighs with relief as you slowly welcome him into your mouth. He gasps as you press your nose to his waist, taking his full length in your throat.

You bob your head up and down, still riding an adrenaline high that's enough to power through even the worst of neck cramps. He calls out small exclamations and whispers sensual praise, all of which makes the heat between your thighs burn hotter.

His moans become more and more vocal until he roughly pulls your head away, jerking you by the hair. You gasp at the pain, but it only fuels your fire.

"Get on up here, now. Let an ol' man get his kicks," he quips, helping you out of the floor before you take your place, lying before him on the couch. He buries his face in your neck, kissing away up and down your flesh as he continues undressing you. He unfastens the rest of the buttons on your blouse, slipping a hand under your bra and squeezing your breast eagerly.

"Come on, don't make me beg for it," you mimic his words, sliding your skirt up your legs, and exposing your panties. They're wet with arousal and he grins at the sight.

"I might just like to hear a pretty young thing like you beg to get fucked by the pastor." He grins deviously, pressing a gentle hand to your clit over the panties. "All this for me?" He chuckles, basking in the effect he has on you. After what feels like ages of teasing and edging, he slips the drenched underwear from your legs. The white-haired man stares in awe at your throbbing core, extending a hand to play with you.

He slips one digit inside you, earning a filthy, needy moan from your chest. Your mouth hangs agape with a gasp as he pumps his finger in and out of you, staring deeply into your shining eyes. He shakes his head, amused by his power over you and also in disbelief at the position he's in at this moment. Just a month ago you were a stranger with a beautiful voice on a stage he'd never taken a second look at. Since then, you've been the object of all his desires. How could he ever imagine you'd feel the same?

"Oh, my God! Please," you whine, arching your back as he fingers you. He chuckles, unsure how he's holding himself back. It must be how much he's enjoying the show.

"Shhh," he whispers, adding another finger. Guttural moans of heated pleasure pour from your lips like a waterfall. He eats up every second of it.

"You're doin' real good, now, darlin'." He positions his twitching erection at your aching entrance, playing with your arousal with the head of his cock. "Keep being good for me," he says as he slips himself inside. A long, needy cry escapes you as he slowly sinks to his hilt.

You stare up at him, locking eyes as his mouth hangs slightly open. He's breathless as your tightness squeezes him just right.

"Aw, damn, sweetheart," he groans, pulling back only to quickly slide back in. "You're somethin' else." He grunts and moans as he thrusts in and out of you, hastily picking up his pace. For an older man, he's incredibly virile. He fucks you for what feels like hours but is surely only a handful of steamy minutes. You squirm and whine beneath him as he steadily guides you to your climax.

"I- I'm-" you try to speak, but it's too late, he's fucking you into oblivion, riding out your high with a bright white, goofy smile on his face. He loves watching your face contort as you soak him with your orgasm.

"I hope you ain't done yet, sweetheart," he chuckles, sliding out of you. "Flip on over, now, darlin'. Let me get a look at that perfect ass you got." His praise ignites a wave of goosebumps across your skin. You do as he says, turning over and assuming a position on all fours, presenting yourself to him perfectly. He releases a breathy laugh, slapping both hands down on each ass cheek.

Baby Billy tightens his grip on your glutes and fervently tugs at you until you're lined up with his swollen cock. He slips inside you again, thrusting away at maximum pace. Your ass jiggles as he slams into you and he's hypnotized by the sight. His goofy grin has fallen to a serious expression as he chases his climax. He mumbles curse words and praise under his breath while pressing your back downward to amplify your arch.

"God damn, just look at you," he huffs, coming closer and closer to completion. "Whatever you want, Y/N, just say the word," he grunts between heavy breaths. "And it's yours, darlin'." You laugh at the way he offers you the world just from how good he feels inside you. It's a high compliment.

"B- Ba-!" You attempt to beg for mercy, but he's quick to cut you off.

"Shh, shh, now, sweetheart. Just... A little more," he groans, quickening his thrusts as he ends his sentence. He slams into you impossibly hard, incredibly fast, with both hands hooked around your waist. You release sensual cries of pleasure as he chases and finally catches his climax.

He withdraws from you, breathless and sweating. A string of lusty moans drips from his lips as he strokes himself until he finishes all over your ass. He stutters out a grunt before collapsing back on the couch. You're breathless, fucked out with your face buried in the cushion. The two of you fall silent for a moment as you catch your breath.

"Baby Billy?" You break the silence.

"Yeah, darlin'?"

"Could you pass me, um, a towel?"

"Oh!" He scrambles to his feet, tucking away his softening length. His unfastened belt jingles as he makes his way across his dressing room and grabs a towel from the neat, little stack of hand towels. "Allow me," he whispers, still catching his breath, as he wipes your skin clean, allowing you to comfortably collapse as well. He joins you on the couch, buckling his belt and straightening up his suit.

"That was... Amazing..." You sigh, somehow a little shocked at how well he just fucked you.

"It certainly was, Y/N. It certainly was." He lies back on the couch, allowing his eyes to fall shut. A hand reaches up to fix his disheveled hair. "Let's get them drawers back on you, now. We're late for Church Lunch."

You regain your composure and fix your clothes, sliding your panties back up under your skirt. After fixing your hair and your smudged makeup, you're ready to head to Jason's. You and Baby Billy arrive a few minutes after everyone else, and you take your seats next to each other. The table seems to grow quiet when you two join.

"Don't everybody start talkin' at once, now." Baby Billy looks up and down to both ends of the table. "What'd we miss?"

"From the sound of it, you didn't miss anything, Uncle Baby Billy," Judy scoffs. Baby Billy gives you a knowing look, grinning at you sweetly.

"No, Judy, I did not." He beams, proudly, placing an arm around your shoulder and planting a kiss on the side of your forehead.

•••••

Taglist: @justme12200 //

[genderenvykeefe]

The Righteous Gemstones S4 Teaser | Kelvin & Keefe

[riddle-of-the-model]

eli gemstone answered the age old question

[sexy-monster-fucker]

Ok but remote control vibrators for public humiliation is like a top tier thing. Secret relationship Baby Billy and parishioner while he's on stage and reader is in the audience and he's just edging the reader through the whole service...

I hope I did this ask thing right. I'm never sure what the rules/expectations are.

YES~~

Baby Billy Freeman x Reader

CW: toy use, public humiliation, things happening in a church that should not be, kinda corruption kink??, edging, use of Bible quotes and religious imagery,

a/n: this was such a challenging piece to write in a good way, having to understand my limitations of using too specific of Bible verses and things. Thank you anon for such a new and challenging prompt for me!!

~~~

You couldn’t believe you were doing this.

Couldn’t believe he was doing this to you.

You nestled into the front row just like he had instructed. Making sure you were visible to him from any point on the stage. Cold wooden pew pressing against your thighs, faint cushion practically non-existent from years of use. Your ‘gift’ from Baby cautiously stowed away.

… Arms draped around your waist, nose tucked into your neck. Deep hazel eyes stared at you in the mirror before you. White hair and tinted glasses peaked over your shoulder. One of your hands rested on his against your lower half, other coming up to caress his face. Locked away in his dressing room in the basement of the church.

“I saw you with that boy,” Baby Billy’s deep tone vibrated against your skin.

Your throat tightened. Starting to question, but being interrupted by him.

“Giggling and shit. Saw the way your hand touched his arm. Thought you were my girl, now. Maybe I need to remind you of that,” his lips rested against your cheek with a kiss.

You furrowed your brows, mouth forming a question that could not escape. Firm hand held you against him, the other opening one of the drawers in front of you. Pulling out a little black box, white teeth forming a devious grin. Lips kissed along your face and neck as he sat the box on the counter in front of you.

“Go on,” Baby Billy encouraged.

Perplexed, you opened it. Your face immediately heated like someone had turned up the temperature. A hot pink vibrator. One of those ones you inserted and it rubbed against your clit. Still confused, you looked up at him in the reflection. He had a small remote in his hand. So tiny that you could hide it against your palm and no one would see it. Discretely black so it could be hidden. Clicking it and showing you exactly what it did. The box vibrated in front of you.

Your mind put the pieces together immediately. Cheeks flooding with a mixture of arousal and embarrassment. Locking eyes with him once again.

“My pretty girl. Sometimes you just gotta be reminded, dontcha?” Baby’s lips pressed against your ear, “Now, tomorrow before you get all dolled up for church, you’re gonna put that little thing in that perfect pussy of yours. Baby’s gonna get the Holy Spirit flowing through you tomorrow. You understand?”

You coyly nodded at him. Body vibrating at the idea. Mouth running dry.

“If you play nice, I’ll make sure I fuck you real good afterward. Oh, and wear that dress I like,” Baby smiled at you…

And now here you were. Front pew of his sanctuary. Knees pressed together and hands folded in your lap. Hum of people filled the room. Smiling and waving. Greeting the usual crowd. Men tuning their instruments on the stage, casual conversation of the weekend and what they had cooked for Sunday dinner filled your ears.

Was it hotter in here than normal?

Someone must have turned on the heat for the first time. It was Winter. Your palms were shaky as you stared at the dampness that lathered them. Feeling your thighs shift smoothly with the perspiration. Hairs on the back of your neck stood up when one of your fellow congregation members sat down beside you.

“Hi, Y/N,” it was the same boy that Baby Billy had grown jealous of. The one who got you into this mess. Great. Like this would help. Baby was for sure not going easy on you now.

“Hi,” you shortly mumbled. Lifting your hand in a semi-wave. Lips pierced together in a smile. Attention going back to the front. The boy rambled on about the game the day before. Going on about how his fantasy league was performing worse than it ever had before. Ears ringing as you zoned out all the sound around you.

The room shifted.

Something in the air changed. You knew he was here. And his loud southern twang confirmed it. You looked over your shoulder. Watching as his bright white smile greeted each person as he shook their hand. Soft ‘mornin’s and ‘how’reya’s echoing. Then he walked up to where you sat. Your heart could have jumped out of your chest. Licking your lips as you attempted to speak to him.

“Mornin’ young man,” Baby completely ignored you. Extending his hand out to your unwanted guest. Lip twitching when his eyes darted over to you for a moment. Hazel eyes drowned out by the black hole of his pupils. Expanding as soon as your eyes met. A look that told you everything you needed to know.

You were in for it.

Church bells clanged. Signaling the band to begin their usual rhythm. The lights dimmed around the room, bright stage lights illuminating his face. People clapped along as Baby Billy stood silently at the pulpit. Smiling and tapping his hands against the podium. Eyes darting to you constantly, trying to hide how badly he wanted you. Deciding it was time.

His hand slid under the top of the lectern, discreetly clicking the button on the remote. Pulling out his Bible from the den underneath so no one was suspicious of what he was doing. There was a flutter in his chest. Denying himself the pleasure of being excited. Fighting the way his cock jumped when he clicked the first button. Trying to keep his stern exterior so you would view this as a punishment. A reminder of who you belonged to, even if it was in secret.

Your eyes sprung open. The soft and slow vibrations startled you. Hunching forward slightly in your surprise. The feeling of your clit being stimulated had your mouth running dry and hands gripping at your dress. Swallowing heavily as you attempting to pat your lap along to the rhythm. You could not let anyone know what was happening.

The music mellowed out. A hush falling over the room as Baby Billy adjusted the long, thin microphone. Smiling his famous pearly whites across the crowd, “Good mornin’, y’all.”

The crowd returned with a hushed “mornin’” before falling back into silence. Yours coming out unintentionally shaky. Pulling a small look from the boy beside you. Awkwardly smiling at him.

That was a mistake.

Baby Billy clicked the remote again. Having to keep his cool after seeing you smile at the boy. Obviously, his slow attempt at a reminder was not working. Lip twitching as he watched how the boy’s eyes scanned your body.

Your gaze shot back up to Baby Billy. Feeling the new setting vibrating inside you. Pushing your legs together in an attempt to relieve yourself. Face heating up silently.

“It’s so nice to see all your beautiful smiling faces today, church. Happy to have so many of ya here today. Now, everybody stand so we can fellowship. Share in that wonderful, warm love for Christ. It’s cold out there, but in here we are warm!” Baby Billy slapped the wood with his words. Sound of shifting seats in unison filling the room as the band strummed to a Hymn.

Baby Billy walked off the stage, completely ignoring your front row and going along to a different section. Shaking hands with his congregation. You softly smiled as you shook hands with all those around you. Palms sweaty and shaky. Silent, unable to return the casualties being shared with you.

Watching as Baby Billy finally looped back around to you. Shaking hands with the boy beside you first. Finally acknowledging your existence. Reaching his thick hand out to you, eyes locked in on yours. You held your anxious hand out to him, allowing him to scoop it into his. Hooded eyes scanned your face. Watching how you twitched trying to hide the pleasure you were feeling. “Hi, Baby,” you sighed out with a broken voice.

His member jumped at your tone. Hearing how disheveled he had gotten you already. Longing to hear you chant his name over and over again as he sheathed deep inside you. “Hi, doll,” Baby Billy whispered as he lingered on your handshake. You exchanged smiles. Secret only known between you.

Blinking himself out of the trance, he took his place back at the pulpit. Deciding you could handle another level up.

The toy vibrated quickly against your throbbing clit. You could hear your heartbeat in your ears as you began to sweat all over. Overwhelmed with pleasure, yet no finish. Having to keep wobbling legs steady as you all stood for the reading of the scripture. Some verse from 1st Corinthians 10, too lost in your own feelings to pay close enough attention. For sure that it had something to do with temptation and being faithful. To everyone else he was just spreading what God had put onto his heart, but you knew better. It was for you.

This was so wrong.

But you could not deny how much you enjoyed it. Knowing Baby Billy felt so much possession over you that even you casually talking to another man got him like this. Forcing you to partake in sinful activities during his own sermon.

Congregation finally instructed to take a seat. Biggest relief you had felt yet. Unable to complete your prayers as everyone else around you bowed their heads. Muttering their prayers in the House of the Lord. The only prayer you could think of was one for strength. The capability to make it through the Sunday service. Leaning forward causing your nub to press against the toy firmer, causing you to bite your lip in response.

Baby Billy peaked through his prayer at you. Watching how you squirmed for him, knowing he was consuming you. Taking any other thoughts out of your mind, but him. Having to heavily focus to remember what he had prepared for his preaching this morning. Not really caring what anyone else had to say. Only wanting you to a point of begging and clinging to him after all was said and done.

Everyone straightened back up with a wave of “Amen”s washing through the church. Sighing loudly as you directed yourself forward. Stomach tightening as the toy continued to push you towards your end. Fixating on Baby Billy’s slim build as he took his place back at the head. Longing to feel his thick fingers roam your body as cold rings pressed into your overheated skin. Smell of expensive cologne and cigarettes a strong memory in your memory.

You could feel your release reaching out to you, begging for you to give in. Until it all suddenly stopped, your lungs tightened in your chest.

He had turned the damned thing off.

Sudden loss of stimulation was infuriating. You pressed your thighs together searching for your release that was ripped from you. Feeling your heartbeat heaving in your chest. Shooting a look up at Baby Billy, seeing him smirking.

This was your real punishment.

The embarrassment and humiliation was one thing, but not allowing you to finish was another. You realized he was not going to force you into a quivering mess overstimulated by too many orgasms. Instead, he was going to have you teary eyed begging to finish. Having to rely on him to give it to you.

You choked awkwardly. Flattening your hands against your lap as you caught your breath. Unaware that you had been holding it. Sweat trickled down your back. Hooded eyes watching Baby Billy invite people up to sing their Sunday Morning songs. Staring at his waist, knowing he was fighting his own pleasure too. Not noticeable to anyone else, but you could see his cock. Knowing what was under those layers of clothes. Biting your lip at the idea of him fucking you.

Baby Billy caught your eyes in his view. Meeting your wanting gaze with soft expressions telling you he was thinking too. Cheeks burning with your arousal. His encouragement made this feel less like a punishment and more like a game. Both of you forcing your attention to the front when the music finally stopped.

His tall, thin figure rose and strutted back to his podium, Bible gripped tightly in his hand. Veins and bones popping out of his matured hands. Oh, how you adored those fingers. His hands knew your body just as well as they knew the Bible. Able to perfectly pleasure you and still have you wanting more by the end.

Softly, the leather bound book laid on the wood. Directly above where Baby Billy had his special remote hidden. Hand journeying into a dark hole to bring you back to life. Pressing it to the softest setting, really wanting you to ride along with it. Bright white smile greeting everyone once again. Instructing everyone to turn to a specific book and chapter. Too distracted by the return of pleasure.

Clumsy fingers turned to what you thought was the correct chapter. Refusing to look at the boy sitting beside you. Lost in how your heart raced against your ribs. Mouth running completely dry. Solely focusing on the sound of Baby Billy. His beautiful twang better than any singing you had heard.

Glossy orbs honed in on him. Locking in on any small motion that deviated from the norm. Noticing his arm slip away once more as the vibrations increased heavily. Sucking your lip between your teeth as your brow furrowed. Shoulders heaving in your state as sweat rolled down your entire body.

Baby Billy droned on about devotion to Christ. And how if you would allow it, God would take care of you forever. And how sometimes the Lord tests us. But all you had to do was show him your dedication and devotion was pure and only his. And that was God's way of showing us His love.

He thinks he's being slick.

His forehead was growing shiny as the stage lights beamed onto his skin. Fighting the feeling rising between his legs when he would see you hunch forward when the toy would hit a certain spot. This was becoming more of a punishment for him than you. Desire to take you away from everyone else filling his veins. Continuing the confess himself to you through the words of the Bible and his sermon. Knowing that you knew what he was meaning with the chosen words he used.

Familiarity dug its fingers into your insides. Constricting walls begging for an ending worth all this you were feeling. Your eyes fell shut for a moment as you took a deep breath. As badly as you wanted to give in, you could not disappoint Baby Billy. No matter the shame and embarrassment that sat so heavy on your shoulders. This was all for him. You would always give yourself to him.

Your lip softly quivered as shaky air fell from you. Hands laced together in your lap as knees bumped and prodded at each other. Everyone else in the room had disappeared as your vision blurred when tears begged to fall from your eyes. An overstimulation of arousal you had no idea you would ever experience.

Baby Billy instructed everyone to bow their heads. Turning off the machine as the room fell silent. Causing your sigh of frustration and relief to reverberate off the walls of the chapel. Heating up your face with embarrassment. Your panties were completely soaked, causing your thighs to stick together slightly. Infatuation for him apparent in your blown pupils and need to peak up and see him. Being greeted with his finger pressed to his lips as he silently mocked the loud puff that had escaped you. Unable to stop yourself from smiling at him.

He was such an ass.

Your fingertips pulsed as you finally relaxed your muscles. Nerves still on end. Raising your head to watch as Baby Billy dismissed everyone. That same hum inside you returning suddenly. Turned up to what you imagined was the highest setting. Causing you to cough as it took your breath away. Pulling a question from your pew-mate that you ignored. Done with any pleasantries you were willing to give. Having to focus every single inch of yourself into not finishing. Overwhelmed with how good it felt.

Baby Billy smiled as he watched people around you stand and share casual conversations. Refusing to leave at the rate the two of you begged. Your legs were shaking. Sweat drenched every single inch of you now. Unable to stop your eyes from forcing themselves shut and your face contorting in your pleasure.

You felt a sudden hand on your thigh. Fingertips edging up your dress.

"Sweetheart," his preacher voice urging you to look at him, almost like a question. Hooded eyes pried open. Meeting his black pupils as he smiled at you. Sweat decorated his face as he breathed heavy. Looking down to see a clear outline of his hard cock through his dress pants. Unknown to you, the room had cleared. Not even noticing that the boy sitting beside you had up and left.

"Ready for our meeting?" Baby Billy's voice was not above a whisper. You nodded vigorously. Knowing if you had to endure another moment of this you were going to be a shouting, squirming mess.

"Please."

~~~

[END//Part 1]

// Thank you so much for reading! I definitely plan on doing a follow up story for this one, if you are interested in being tagged please let me know!! I love writing Baby Billy, the new season of Righteous Gemstones cannot get here fast enough! //

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[sisalrian]

gemstones

[joneshader]

they match each other’s freak so well!!!

[radawayghoul]

After a long hiatus away, I think I’m ready to get back into the writing groove. FINALLY. Lee Russell I’m coming for youuuuu!!!

In the meantime, plz send all of your baby billy requests my way 🤭🥰

[msbolandbotwin]

OH MY GOD

[natti-ice]

I need more people talking about the righteous gemstones, this show is fucking crazy and I love it😭

[emo-leslie-knope]

This hurts on the rewatch.

[trilhadomedo]

The Righteous Gemstones – 4ª Temporada | Teaser Oficial | Max

[hellfirecvnt]

Hi, I just realized in the rocking chairs Keefe made for Kelvin and himself, Kevin's has branches that reach up and Keefe's has roots that reach down. Because Kelvin is the top and Keefe is the bottom. Love to see it, boys.

🫡

[chaoticcosmos666]

Tiff has grown on me as a character ❤️ she means well. Especially this latest episode.

[riddle-of-the-model]

now that the strike is over how fast can we get them on set?

[sexy-monster-fucker]

DANNY MCBRIDE NO PLEASE DONT END THE RIGHTEOUS GEMSTONES PLEASE GOD NO NOT NOW PLEASE I LOVE IT TOO MUCH DANNY PLEASE LISTEN TO MY CRIES DONT TAKE AWAY MY EMOTIONAL SUPPORT SHOW WITH THE HOT SENIOR CITIZEN PLEASE HBO HEAR MY CRIES PLEASE NO I JUST GOT INTO IT CMON I NEED MORE TIME NO MY BABY BILLY FREEMAN NO PLEASE I WANT MORE ALREADY I CRAVE MORE BACKSTORY PLEASE I WANT TO SEE BILLY AND AMI-LEIGH AS KIDS PLEASE GOD DANNY PLEASE DONT DO THIS TO ME NOT LIKE THIS GIVE ME A MILLION MORE SEASONS PLEASE—

[asleepies]

Jesse Gemstone