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Alleyways and Perverse Displays - (Lip Gallagher x Reader)

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You could smell it on his breath before you tasted it, the bitter sharpness of past drunk Old Styles lingering not only on his tongue, but on yours as well. His kiss was feverish against your lips, teeth scraping together from the sheer force he brought you together with. His hand weaved tightly into your hair at the back of your head, keeping you right where he wanted you. His free hand had begun a teasing trail up your exposed thigh, dangerously close to the heat where you needed him at the most. Though the touch you craved never came, at least not by his hand as he was quick to grasp the back of your thigh, raising it up so that it hung loosely around his hip, your short dress taking the opportunity to rise up your ass. You gripped his shoulders tighter, squeezing your leg around him to hold the position. He was quick to press into you hard, your back hitting the brick wall behind you as his erection brushed against your heat. A faint moan grumbled in the back of your throat, body moving to grind into him a little more, aching to have him against you as your mind was turning into thoughtless mush.

"Fuck, I want you so bad."

It was a husky, dirty growl against your lips, his finally stopping their assault on yours as he pulled back slightly, letting his forehead rest against your own. His eyes met yours in an intense stare that didn't hold out on how truthful his words were, how he was feeling the white-hot heat just as much, if not more than you were. He looked at you like you were his prey, and that did nothing but increase the wetness that was pooling in your panties. Your eyes were lidded, barely keeping the sexy, intense gaze he lured you into with his pretty blue irises. Your breath fanned across his face in a smoky vapor made from the freezing air of a winter’s night in Chicago, but the cold was merely an afterthought in your occupied mind, reduced to nothing but a nip against your flaming skin.

"Then have me."

It was a teasing, whispered response, one that you knew would have his restraint from having his way with you in public, nonetheless against one of the brick walls that structured The Alibi, fluttering away quicker than you could blink. Which you were correct in assuming, as his hand was like lightening as it left its tight grip on your thigh to instead grip a handful of your ass, pulling you into him like you were a weightless ragdoll. You both groaned in union when his cock, which was unfortunately momentarily tucked away behind his jeans, met your soaking core in a harsh buck that had stars dancing in the corner of your vision. Your forehead parted from his to lean against his shoulder, kiss-swollen lips open in a soft moan as he once again bucked against you, a breath of his warm air hitting your neck and sending goosebumps trailing along your skin.

Shakenly so, you dropped your arm from its loose hang on his shoulder, opting to bring it in between the both of you, hand coming to cup around his crotch, a soft squeeze to it eliciting a loud, guttural moan from him. You bit your lip at that, wanting so badly to take control and tease him like he always did to you, but you had too little patience to do so. Instead, you were quick in getting that hand to his belt, pulling the loose bit from the loop of his jeans and giving it a hard tug, the metal of the buckle clinging softly. It didn’t take a genius to get your not-so-subtle hint of wanting his pants off, but luckily enough for you, Lip was a genius. An incredibly horny one at that, too, so it didn’t take very long before he pulled back from you enough to fiddle with his buckle and belt, undoing the simple, yet incredibly restricting thing. He undid the metal button and unzipped his pants in record speed, his jeans dropping down and pooling at his ankles as you followed their motion, dropping into a squat before your boy.

Your panties were on full display now, as your dress had bunched up at your waist, your knees spread apart as you held on to Lip’s fuzzy, bare thighs for support. You looked up at him through your thick, mascara coated lashes, one hand moving from his thigh to instead work on freeing his tented cock from the restraints of his plaid boxers. His gaze had matched with yours, lust swimming heavily in his pretty eyes as he held his bottom lip in a vice between his teeth, gnawing at the soft skin as you pulled down his underwear. Once your hand had wrapped itself around his cock, his head almost instantly flew back, a soft grunt parting his lips as a low giggle left yours. You gave a quick kitten lick to his pre-cum covered tip, the familiar, salty taste dancing along your tastebuds, before your mouth opened in a large ‘O’ as you took him in deep. You didn’t waste any time in getting his big dick down your throat, gagging softly at the sudden intrusion, though it didn’t faze you in the slightest.

“Oh! Oh f-fuck!”

His voice was an octave higher as he hissed, one of his arms stretching out to brace himself against the brick wall before him, his other hand falling down to your pretty little head, a fistful of your hair soon in his tight grip as he rocked himself into your every bob up and down his cock as you breathed heavily through your nose when he wasn’t blocking your airway. You used your tongue to lick up and down the underside of his cock with every thrust, one of your hands having to grip the back of his thigh for balance as he had your body rocking so much your high heels almost buckled beneath the shifting weight. Though the problem solved itself almost as quick as it arose as he backed you up against the wall for balance, his hand leaving its position on it as he opted to put both of his hands on your head, gripping each side as he face-fucked you enthusiastically. You gagged quite a few times, throat tightening around his dick as he pushed it deeper and deeper down your throat, stretching it out more with each buck, gobs of spit oozing down your chin and dropping onto the ground below you.

“You’re take me so fucking good baby. Just like that..!”

He wantonly moaned, hips stuttering a few times as he was getting closer and closer to his release. A bolt of arousal shot its way down south at his words as you peered up at him with squinted, tear-blurred eyes, loving the blissful, fucked-out expression that pulled on his face. His head was ducked down, eyes squeezed shut and teeth still chewing on his bottom lip as he made thorough, abusing use of your throat. Reaching your own limit, you quickly brought a hand down to your core, pushing your drenched panties to the side as you started rubbing circles around your swollen, attention-starved clit. A moan rumbled your throat at how fast you were already working towards your orgasm, the feeling so intense and white-hot you knew you wouldn’t be lasting for very long. Luckily for you, Lip wouldn’t be lasting much longer either.

His eyes opened, first catching and holding your gaze, but soon dropping down to where your hand was working wonders on your neglected core, switching between rubbing your clit and fingering your dripping pussy, the salacious squelching of your wetness meshing prettily with Lip’s moans and groans in the desolate alley. Your moans were vibrating around his cock as you let your mouth go lax, leaving him to do as he pleased as you focused on your own pleasure. It wasn’t long before he became a grunting mess, strings of stuttered curses parting his mouth as his steady rhythm became increasingly irregular, his pace picking up. Your orgasm was achingly close, fingers working their magic as your thighs quivered slightly.

“S-Shit, shit, shit!”

And with that, you felt his dick twitching a few times, before his cum began to paint your throat and tongue, splattering the inside of your mouth which you quickly swallowed. Though Lip was quick to pull his cock out of your mouth, one of his hands coming to grip and jerk himself off, his other hand still firmly gripping the side of your head as he used your abundant spit as lube to finish emptying himself onto your face. Hot, ribbony spurts landed on your cheek, lips, and even onto your chest and down your dress as he grunted loudly. Your orgasm came crashing down on you, too, body shaking as you worked yourself through it, using your freedom to speak now that his dick wasn’t stuffing your throat to call out his name as you came, your juices coating your fingers and dripping onto the ground beneath you.

You both took a moment to catch your lost breath, his lidded eyes peering down at the mess he had made of you. A content, sly smirk tugged on his lips at the sight. Bringing his hand down from your head, he moved to run his thumb along your face, collecting as much of his cum as he could on the pad of his finger, before he moved to rub it along your reddened lips. He pressed his finger against your lips, and you didn’t let a second pass before you parted them, taking him into your mouth and savoring him, eyes heavy and tired as they matched his.

“That was so perfect, baby. Come on, let’s get home so I can fuck you good.”

And fuck you good he did.

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funny-bunny224 · 2 years

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Billy Hargrove x Reader - What Being in a Relationship with Billy is Like (An Acrostic Prompt)

ACROSTIC - noun

a poem, word puzzle, or other composition in which certain letters in each line form a word or words.

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Blood. Billy was not new to fighting, and throwing a fist or two was often how he handled situations his words failed him in – which was just about every situation. Rather it be by knocking the teeth out of some guy’s skull, or leaving holes in his wall when there wasn’t anybody to be pissed off at other than himself. Pain and violence seemed to be the only way he could cope, so you took it upon yourself to become his personal medic, tending tediously to his wounds and seemingly steel-like knuckles, and helping to calm him down when the only thing he could see was red. There were also the times his dad would abuse him, leaving him a bloody and bruised hull of the person he was, and those were the days you really dreaded.

Intense. Something you, an incredibly timid and anxious girl, had to come to terms with before you began dating Billy was that your life would no longer be quiet and boring with him in the picture. From wild parties, to impromptu street races in his Camaro, even down to your everyday mindless pranks and asshole-y teenage antics, the both of you complimented each other’s wild-side and always worked to stir one another’s pot. You were two damaged kids living out the seemingly endless adrenaline high that was life, and although it took time for you to get accustomed to it and break out of your shell, you wouldn’t have it any other way with anybody else.

Lonely. Although you knew he loved you dearly, there were times Billy would lock you out of his bubble or just shut down on you completely for a few days. You knew his situation at home with his dad and understood that there would be times he was too far in his head to be present and in-the-moment with you, but it didn’t make it any easier for you when it happened. He would often skip school and not talk to you or really anyone during those times, the only indication he was alive being his stepmom finally answering the phone when you rang it off the hook, letting you know things with his father were heated but that he was okay. You felt powerless during those times, wanting to be with your boy and comfort him as best as you could, but you also understood his wish to be alone. Though when he finally came back around, you were more than welcoming, listening to his every word and wiping away his every tear, with a promise to always be there for him when he was ready for you to be.

Lighter. The very first time you had ever spoken to Billy was when he asked you to bum a lighter. It always amazed you how something as simple as a lighter had forged a future you never thought possible. You hadn’t long arrived to school and were leaned up against the side of your car, a book in the hand of the arm you were resting against your car, the other flipping the page as a cigarette dangled from your lips. Billy whipped his car into the parking spot beside yours, flipping a few pages of your book for you with the gust of wind he stirred up. It had caught you off guard and you found yourself glaring at the bastard who had slung his door open and got out of his car, dripping in arrogance and living without a care in the world. He began patting the pockets of his denim jeans and jacket, fishing out a cigarette box but no such luck at finding his lighter. He looked up with a frustrated sigh, eyes not really looking for anything in particular yet accidentally locking with yours. Noticing the burning cigarette, he didn’t see the harm in asking to borrow your lighter. It went from bumming your lighter, to him complimenting your band shirt and talking about music, to a spiral of talking about anything and everything under the sun, the both of you getting more and more intrigued with the other. Soon the interest bloomed into being friends, and before you knew it, Billy was your boy.

Yelling. Although you abhorred fighting, having been an unwilling witness to it your whole life with parents that had stopped loving one another far too long ago, it was a natural and unfortunate part of being in a relationship. Most fights with Billy were usually over something that in the grand scheme of things was miniscule, but to two wildly insecure teenagers with more problems than pennies, they always seemed like the end of the world. Yelling matches were common between the two of you, each too stubborn to hear out the other in lieu of getting their own point across. You both would pout in your own ways afterwards, avoiding one another for as long as possible and waiting for the other to crack and apologize. Sometimes Billy would be the first to crack, and other times it would be you. It didn’t really matter, just as long as you were on speaking terms by the end of the day, you couldn’t care less. You loved each other too much to let silly arguments be the end of you, however that didn’t mean you were immune to them.

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Give Me Another Chance (Billy Hargrove x reader)

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“(Y/n), please! Please just turn around so we can talk.”

His voice cracked, increasing an octave as he softly begged you. He sounded like he was on the verge of crying, the mere idea of that being something that would have incredibly concerned you before, making you move to hug him tightly and comfort him, but in this particular moment you couldn’t care less. No, quite the opposite in fact, as you were absolutely seething. Sucking in heavy, burning breaths as you yanked your wrist out of his vice-grip, twisting yourself away from him and turning so you wouldn’t have to be face-to-face, because right now that damn face of his was the very last thing you wanted to see. “Don’t you dare fucking touch me, Hargrove!”. You were shaking, arms coming to wrap around yourself, feeling so insignificant and microscopically small as you huffed, tears welding in your eyes. God, you didn’t want to be crying in front of him right now, but you just couldn’t stop the overwhelming influx of swelling, swimming emotions. You wished the grassy ground beneath you would just open up and swallow you whole, as you wanted nothing more than to disappear from him, this shitty town, and most of all, this situation.

You had discovered he was having a fling with Heather. Fucking. Holloway. She was a girl that never really got along with you anyways, but her disliking of you, as well as really every other girl in Hawkins, really amped up when you snagged Billy as your official boyfriend and ever-so-charming arm candy. She did everything she could to stick herself to the back of your mind with her petty insults and rumors, becoming a nuisance at school, and now outside of it, too. You knew Billy and her had a fling or two in the past, as he was very open and honest with you about the rumors and what was fact or fiction when you initially got together. Though you didn’t care about his past girls because, well, it was in the past and you were the one with him now. You trusted him and knew - or at least were under the impression that he loved you very much. Too much to cheat, at the very least. What a joke.

And although you hadn’t given too much thought to her being his coworker after he got the job as a lifeguard at the community pool, you wished you had reacted like other girls in relationships would have when their partners were around their exes. You wished you would have thrown an uncharacteristic fit and told him to find another job that wouldn’t include him being around any girls from his past. Because maybe, just maybe if you had, you wouldn’t have to be dealing with the immense pain and heartache of his liaison. You cursed yourself for falling so head over heels for him and hated yourself for trusting him as much as you did. In a way, it felt like you brought this upon yourself for being with him in the first place. Once a player, they were always a player and nothing or nobody could change that. You were a fool to think elsewise.

Despite your harshly tongued command previously for him to keep his hands to himself, he didn’t care, brushing off your words like water falling past his back as he reached out to place his hand atop your shoulder, fingers clenching at the soft skin that was exposed from your cut-out shirt. You hated how his touch still brought that familiarly delicious, enticingly electric current spiking through your veins and running throughout your body, regardless of how much you hated his guts right now. He didn’t deserve to have such power over you that even a single touch could make you feel so weak. A queasy feeling plucked at your belly as you moved one hand up from your bicep to pick up his index finger as if it were a stray piece of lint you would rid your clothes of, throwing his hand off your shoulder and back towards his own body.

“I already knew you were stupid, but are you deaf now, too? I said don’t touch me.”

You could hear the hitching of his breath behind you as you belittled him, though it did nothing but spur you on. You felt powerful, wanting to use his vulnerability to your advantage to cause him as much pain as he had caused you. But that wouldn’t be possible because there was no way your words could ever replicate or match up to the searing pain of his actions. You liked to think you weren’t a mean person. You weren’t a push-over, but also liked to say you never went out of your way to cause harm or create chaos, but God, that was all you wanted to do right now. You wanted to bring this bastard to his knees, sobbing over what he had done to you. Wallowing in a self-pity that would seep into his bones and linger there for a while like a fire would upon a thicket of woods because there was no way he could work his charm to wiggle out of this.

After a moment, you finally mustered up enough courage to pivot round on your heels so that you could lock eyes with him, wanting him to not only hear your words, but see them leave your red-painted lips so there wouldn’t be any mistaking them. For once in this relationship, you felt like the dominate one, the one who dragged the other by a thin string on their pinky finger as you looked into his wet, glassy eyes, fresh tears sitting liberally on his waterline as they begged to drip and join their brothers in the exhilarating race down his cheeks.

“I should have never started dating you. This is all my fault. Everybody and their mother warned me not to, that you would just hurt me in the end because that’s all you’ve ever been good for. Hurting people. But I was so naive and thought I could change that streak and be different from every other girl you’ve been with. No, not even that, you made me feel different. You made me feel that way, but as it turns out, I’m just the same. And I hate you so, so fucking much for that.”

His face scrunched up as he dropped his gaze towards the ground, fresh tears dripping from his eyes and hitting the toes of his leather boots as he quietly sobbed before you. He was utterly shattered from the harshness and absolute validity of your words. It was something he had never experienced before. True, honest regret and self-loathing for his hedonistic actions. He was shameful for what he had done. Not only regretting it now because you were ripping him a new one over it, but he had regretted it immediately after it happened. It was true that he was a player in the past, hopping from girl to girl, remaining apathetic to their feelings and narcissistically only after his own fulfillment from his many entanglements. But there was just something so different about you, and he should have known that his old habits would be what would ruin this very good thing he had going with you.

He had to take deep, shuttering breaths as he wielded himself to calm down. He could cry as much as he wanted to later, and trust and believe it would be a lot, but right now he had to pull his shit together and try to work this out with you. Although a regular Casanova with his coy tongue, he couldn’t help but feel absolutely wordless and hesitant in this moment. He couldn’t just spew the rehearsed shit like he would to any other girl. No, he had to dig deep into his walled-off heart and really speak himself to you. Though there was no guarantee that would do much to help him, he had to try. He had royally fucked up, and he had to do everything in his power to fix it.

“No! No (Y/n), please don’t say that. Please. I swear you aren’t the same! I fucking swear to God you are so much different. So much better than anyone else. I love you so damn much and I promise you this was never supposed to happen. It was just a stupid mistake and it meant absolutely nothing to me. She means absolutely nothing to me.”

He channeled as much conviction and pain into his words as humanly possible, and although you almost dropped your demeanor because his ‘I love you’ was incredibly convincing, and you wouldn’t lie, it tugged at that part of your heart that was still yearning to keep loving him, you stopped yourself from falling weak beneath his words like you had so many times before. This was his specialty; with years and years of practice he had become a god at deceiving girls to get what he wants out of them before leaving them and going on to the next. It stopped with you tonight. Neither he nor his words would have any more control over you. He would not get in your mind and play his twisted, conniving little games any longer.

“Mistake?”, You scoffed as a curt roll of your eyes followed suit. Moving to wipe at a stray tear in the middle of its descent down your face, with more promising to come, you shook your head, chuckling, “That’s the understatement of the century.”.

His heart thumped with a pitiful, self-inflicted pain at seeing you cry. He thought back to all those times he protectively told you he would beat the shit out of anybody that ever crossed you, or even thought about doing it, and how ironic it was that he was the very one needing that promised asswhooping. He wanted nothing more than to reach out and pull you to his chest, hug you tightly and stroke your hair, whispering sweet nothings into your ear until this situation worked itself out. Though you had made it painstakingly obvious his touch to you had become like a splash of holy water on a demon, burning you from the inside out with troublesome emotions and swirls of things you didn’t want to feel. So, he bit back his want – no, need to touch you, and his desire to comfort you, instead fisting his hands up by his sides, nails digging crescent-shaped indentions in his skin, though the dull pain was just the tip of the iceberg for what he truly deserved.

“Look, I know you hate me and don’t trust me, and hell I’ve given you plenty reason not to, but please just give me another chance. I promise I will never do anything like this again. I love you so fucking much and it’s killing me to even think about not being with you…”

An intense, thick silence fell over the two of you for a moment, words seemingly lost and emotions running high after his statement. There was a serious amount of conviction in his voice, but it still couldn’t erase what he had already done. It was written in stone now, and it wasn’t something you think you could ever work past or get over. You really, really wanted to be able to, but you just couldn’t. The heartbreak you were feeling now was so immense, you knew for certain you wouldn’t be able to live with yourself if it ever did happen again. You needed actions, not words to promise such a thing, and unless you committed yourself to him again, you would never know. So, you felt better just leaving it where it lies.

Sucking in a deep and shaky breath, you prepared yourself to finally end a relationship you really couldn’t have ever in a million years predicted the end of. It seemed childish to say, but he really felt like the one. How dumb you felt thinking such a thing about Billy Hargrove of all people.

“We’re done. Don’t ever show your face here again.”

Those were the last words you had spoken to him, before you turned around and attempted to walk your way from your yard and onto your porch. He had made a fast move to try and grab your arm, but you were quicker, able to pull away from his grasp before he had the chance to touch you, much too scared to be touched by him in fear it would drain all the courage from your body.

“Wait! (y/n)! Fuck! Fuck - please!”

You heard his call from behind you, his hands falling pathetically by his side, fists clinching and un-clinching as he let you walk away. He wanted to reach out and try pulling you back into him, keeping you close to him because he needed you so badly right now. You had made it obvious how much you didn’t want that to happen, though. So, he just watched you instead, heart beating out of his chest and mind running a mile a minute, but he remained unmoved. You didn’t turn around, and instead held your head up high and walked up the stairs of your porch, throwing your screen door open before slamming it shut behind you, a dam of tears freely flowing down your cheeks. His baby blues were glued to your figure ascending up the stairs from the thinly veiled curtains that covered the downstairs windows. He couldn’t stop the fresh set of tears that bubbled along his waterline and dripped down as he realized this was the closest he would ever be to the inside of your house ever again. He would never again ascend those steps up to your room with you. Never again would he give your younger brother a nookie as he passed him in the hallway, or settle on the couch with you and your family to watch a rented movie like he did every Saturday night. Those were just a tip off the iceberg of the many things he would no longer get to enjoy or be a part of ever again.

After you were completely out of his vision, flipping the switch to turn the hallway light off for good measure, he knew it was over. His head hung low, hot tears sliding down his cheeks and dripping into the blades of grass below him. He wanted to stay here all night, uncharacteristically groveling on his knees for you to give him another chance like he had never done before until he lost his voice, but he knew this was the end. He knew it wouldn’t change a thing. You were as stubborn as they come, and it was something he had always loved about you.

Pivoting around on the heels of his black boots, he somberly walked to his car, coming to a stop at his door before pounding his closed fists as hard as he could multiple times on the roof of his Camaro. Obvious dents were left in his wake, ones he was positive his dad would beat the shit out of him for, but he couldn’t care less. He figured he deserved it, anyways.

After collecting himself, he threw open his car door and fell into the seat, simultaneously pissed at himself beyond belief, and mind-numbingly forlorn. He made quick work of jamming a heavy metal cassette tape into his radio and turning it up as loud as it would go as he began to sob. He absolutely hated the sound of his own crying and wanting to drown it out with the loudest song he could blast his speakers with. He felt weak. So incredibly weak. He whipped out of your driveway and ripped down the roads of Hawkins, a cigarette dangling from his lips as he headed anywhere but home, thoughts of you clouding up his brain. His dad was right, he was nothing but a fuck up.

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Sorrow, Love, and Everything In Between - Chapter 2

Summary: After (Y/N) has a rough break-up with her yearlong boyfriend, Ryan, Billy is there to pick up the pieces.

“Care to explain to me why the hell you are by yourself, walking by the road in the middle of the night?”

You flinched softly at his question, but you aren’t sure why because you knew it was coming. Sighing, you slowly turned to meet his gaze, though it was too intense, swimming with so much concern and curiosity that you almost wished you hadn’t. Though it was always like that with him, he had the most intoxicatingly emotional eyes, they always filled the void of expressing his feelings when his words fell short.

“Haha, it’s a real funny story, that one…”

You nervously laughed, trying to rack your brain for any white lie you could come up with to cover your ass, wanting so badly for Billy to not make it his problem and do something he couldn’t take back. With him already staying in constant trouble with his shitty, abusive father, and not to mention the many petty charges pressed against him already, you were terrified for him to get there and hand Ryan’s ass to him on a not so silver platter. What if someone calls the police and he gets in major trouble? You just couldn’t stand to be the reason he either ends up in jail, gets beaten up by his father, or, the most likely outcome, both. Even with that knowledge, though, you knew he was too good at reading your emotions and could always tell when you weren’t being truthful or when you were holding out on him. Fuck.

While lost in your spiral of overthinking, you were pulled from it in one swift motion as Billy had tucked his fingers below your chin and lifted your head up, taking the time to better inspect your face. The glassy film shining on both of your pretty eyes and the puffiness of your reddened cheeks couldn’t be ignored by him. Taking the last drag from the cigarette in his opposite hand, he twisted slightly to flick it out his window, before turning his head and exhaling the smoke towards the backseat so it wouldn’t blow towards your face. Not that you would have really minded, though, finding yourself uncharacteristically craving a cigarette right about now. Using his thumb, he wiped gently at a small, black-tinted tear streak near your jaw that you must’ve missed earlier, eyebrows raising as an all too familiar look passed over his face.

“I doubt funny is the word for it. And have you been crying? (Y/N) just what the hell happened?”

You could hear the anger laced in his voice as he spoke, knowing that whatever had you crossing paths on the road at night certainly hadn’t been good. Wait, weren’t you supposed to be riding to the party with your not-good-enough-for-you boyfriend, Ryan, that Billy didn’t hesitate to let you know he hated? And shouldn’t he have been the one taking you home, too? The gears in his head were churning as the realization dawned on him, that familiar ignition of anger sparking in his stomach like a metal chain would when quickly drug against the ground. Even with just the bare minimum of information he gathered within a few seconds, you could already see it swimming in his eyes. He was piecing it together on his own. Not the full story, of course, but just enough to know that it had something to do with your douchebag boyfriend, and for Billy, that was enough to awaken the Behemoth. Well, no point in lying, then, you supposed.

“Can you please just promise me you won’t get mad and overreact? I really, really need you to promise me.”

Although you felt stupid asking him that, because you both knew all too well that he wasn’t the greatest at controlling his own emotions, you still felt like you needed to. He had to resist the urge to roll his eyes at you, your words reminding him of something a kid would say in an attempt to placate their mom before telling them what they did wrong. Regardless of how childish it felt, he could tell it was what you needed to hear from him, a comfort to you before you would explain what happened. Nodding his head, he dropped the fingers underneath your chin and opted to use that hand to rummage his pocket for his half-empty pack of Marlboro Red cigarettes and his accompanying lighter. Although he had just finished a cigarette mere moments ago, he knew he would need something to occupy him, distract him from the boiling pot of rage he was certain would be brewing within him very soon.

You graciously accepted his wordless agreement, bringing a slightly shaky hand up to brush a few strands of your hair from your face, tucking them loosely behind your ear, your dangling earring swaying softly with the movement. A deep sigh leaving your lips.

“S-So I broke up with Ryan at the party. I caught him with that girl I told you about that would always flirt with him.”

You started, mind replaying the all too vivid memories of walking in on him with her, before slamming the door shut and hearing him chase after you as you ran down the stairs, pushing through throngs of people to get out of the house party that felt like it was suddenly closing in on you with every passing second. Billy silently listened, soaking in every word you spoke like a sponge, taking deep drags and finishing his cigarette quicky as he sat near breathlessly still in his seat, resembling a statue while he wielded himself to keep calm. A very harrowing task.

You told him everything, not sparing any details as tears weld up yet again for what felt like the tenth time tonight as you finished your recount of a rather shitty break-up. At the sight of you tearing up, Billy was quick to lean across the car’s console and pull you into a hug, running one hand comfortingly up and down your back, the other petting the back of your head as you sobbed quietly into his shoulder. Even though you were making a mess of his white shirt with your smearing makeup and tear stains, he couldn’t give a damn. His soft, gentle touches greatly contrasted the swarm of vibrant, vicious red he was seeing and feeling, his ears ringing as his anger was bubbling up into his chest, sitting heavy on him as if it were a slew of elephants.

Slowly, you brought your arms up to wrap around him, hugging him closely as you let all your anger, hurt, and stress from the terrible night into his shoulder. He was warm, his body like a furnace as it worked to heat up your skin that was still rather chilled from your time outside. You were content like this, being able to vent out all your difficult and troublesome feelings, which was doing wonders to calm you. Although you were still incredibly hurt, of course, just having Billy here made you feel so much better. He tended to have that soothing effect on you, having gotten so good at being a strong shoulder to cry on after years and years of enduring what all he goes through at home.

After a few moments longer, you finally gave a quiet sigh, your tears having stopped and your breathing a lot less erratic. Lifting your head, your eyes met with Billy’s, and you gave him a kind, appreciative smile, getting one in return. He removed his hand from petting your hair and used it to brush his thumb along one cheek, then the other, softly wiping away any of your remaining tears. You closed your eyes and leaned in to his touch, enjoying the warmth his palm provided. Billy watched you with a glint in his eyes, before you eventually began to pull yourself out of his grasp. He was hesitant to let you go, but did and allowed you to fall back into the comforts of his leather seat.

“Feeling better, princess?”

He inquired, using that cheesy nickname he had for you as his eyes studied you. It had originally been something he would call you to take the piss, but now it was just what he always called you, any teasing intentions behind it having long dissipated. You nodded your head, “I am now. Thanks, Billy.”.

Although you had settled down, Billy had yet to, as you could practically feel the burning, white-hot anger rolling off of his body in waves. A tinge of anxiety began to bloom in your stomach as you reached your hand out to grab his, holding it tightly as you locked eyes with him. He appreciated your touch, comforted by your soft squeezing of his hand. He wanted nothing more than to high-tail it to that damn party and beat the fucking breaks off of Ryan. Billy always knew that the kid would do something like this to you, but kept it to himself and just let it brew at the back of his mind, knowing that you really liked Ryan and that it wasn’t his place or relationship to be intervening in. Now, with everything coming undone at the seams and the jackoff proving him right, he wished he had done more. He hated seeing you so upset and fucked over by somebody who didn’t deserve you in the first place, and although he didn’t cause your sadness, he couldn’t help but feel a little guilty for letting it happen. Not that there was much he could do, anyways. Billy had to grab ahold of his knee with the hand that wasn’t in yours, squeezing the rough material of his denim tightly to ground himself, closing his eyes as he tried to take in a few deep breaths, though it didn’t do much to help.

“Hey, Billy. It’s fine, really. I’m fine, so I don’t want you getting upset, okay?”

You softly spoke, hoping you could successfully attempt a little damage control, though from the looks of it, he was too far into his own mind to even register the words leaving your lips. His chest was puffing, brain hazed with the pleasant thoughts of leaving Ryan busted and bloodied, hanging on to life from a thin little thread. Shaking his head from side to side, he tried to clear his mind of those thoughts. Regardless of how badly he wanted to, and how easy it would be for him to, he wouldn’t. Even though the fool deserved it twenty times over, and then some, he wouldn’t hurt him because you didn’t want him to. Fuck, holding himself back was hard. Taming the relentless beast that was known as anger was a difficult task for anyone, but for Billy, someone who tamed it through impulsive actions, it was a lot harder. He was trying, though. For you.

Finally opening his eyes, he lolled his head to the side, pressing his cheek against the headrest, a few of his dirty blond ringlets sliding across his forehead with the movement, eyes training in on you. You gave him a conflicted smile, giving his hand one more good squeeze before letting it go. He brought it up to drag his palm down his face, cupping around his chin as he heavily sighed. As he parted his lips, just about to speak, the loud, annoyingly continuous blaring of a car horn suddenly invaded the dead-silence of the night.

‘HONK’ ‘HONK’ ‘HONK’ ‘HONK’

Both of your heads jerked to face the rear window, studying the vehicle that you both had been completely unaware was behind Billy’s car, being met with their headlights, which they then flashed from high beam to low beam a few times to catch your attention. Though the horn had done a well enough job of accomplishing that task. How had you both missed the car rolling to a stop behind you?

Billy cursed underneath his breath, shifting in his seat so that he could push down the small lever beneath his gearshift on the center console, his window rolling down completely. Throwing his arm out, the coolness of the night’s air instantly went to nipping at his skin as he flipped the unknown person in the car the bird, staring at the distressed guy behind you through the rearview mirror. “Drive around, you fuckin’ idiot! There’s literally nobody else on the goddamn road!”.

You couldn’t help but laugh, shaking your head as he hollered out the window, words barely cutting through as the horn continued to beep and beep like the only job the person pressing it had was to annoy the piss out of an already angry Billy. Just what was this asshole’s problem? It was one a.m. and sure, Billy had thrown his car in park in the middle of the lane and you guys had been sitting there for a few minutes, but this was one of the deadest little backroads in Hawkins. Nobody else was driving on the opposite lane, all they had to do was whip their car around Billy’s and be on their merry little way. Didn’t look like that was in their itinerary, though. No, in fact it seemed that they were just going out of their way to deliberately try and be as much of a nuisance as possible.

“I don’t think they’re going to stop until you move.”

You spoke through a fit of laughter, pointing out the obvious as Billy’s frustration reached a new level, not even slightly amused as the person in the car didn’t even realize how close Billy was to stomping his leather boots to their car, dragging them out through their window and laying their ass out on the road. His hand already twitching as it got closer to grabbing a hold of his door’s handle. Realizing what he was thinking, as with Billy his intentions were never hard to guess, you quickly cleared your throat loudly, bringing his attention to you for a second.

“Hey, don’t let that asshole get to you. Let’s just drive, okay? I have to be home soon anyways.”

After a heavy sigh left his lips, he nodded his head, relief flooding you as his hand moved away from the handle of the door. You would have been upset if he had narrowly avoided getting in trouble over Ryan, just to end up getting the law called on him anyways over some random punk who was just pushing all Billy’s buttons at the very wrong time. Not that there was really ever a good time to test Billy. Resting a hand on his gearshift, he stomped his boot onto the break and switched it to drive, not even giving you time to prepare before he quickly whipped the car around in a nauseatingly fast 180, one of your hands reaching out to grasp Billy’s forearm in an attempt to steady yourself, the other bracing against the dash. Coming to a stop, now on the opposite lane and facing the car that was behind you, you were fast to slip your seatbelt on, happy the sound of the horn had finally ceased.

Billy inched up so that his window was parallel with the other guy’s. Leaning forward to study the him, you noticed he looked to be in his late forties to fifties. Explains why he was being such an ass, as men that age in Hawkins always had a personal vendetta against teenagers, probably trying to relive the glory days when they ran the world. Not to mention Billy’s car was pretty infamous in this town, so it wouldn’t be too farfetched to say he probably knew who he was dealing with and had a grudge against him like most adults here did with Billy. They shared a heated glance before Billy flipped him off yet again, “Road’s clear now, shithead!”. Not wanting to stay any longer for the simple sake of the now red-faced man saying something back that made his self-restraint ween, he took his foot off the brake and booked it out of there. The back of your head flew to the leather headrest, hair whipping from the wind entering the car from his still-open window as he simultaneously skillfully and recklessly drove. You couldn’t help but laugh lightly, having gotten used to his crazy driving months ago and growing to enjoy it. It always made your stomach flutter with the rush of adrenaline as if you were riding on a rollercoaster. He gazed at you from his peripheral, a smirk gracing his lips.

After a minute or two he slowed down a little, the car still ripping down the dark, desolate road but at a more reasonable speed. Well, reasonable for Billy, anyways. The trees and sparse houses passed by in a blur as he took turn after turn, eventually leading to him taking a right onto the familiar street that brought the two of you driving through your quiet neighborhood. Although you knew you had to be home before your curfew, you also didn’t really want to. You abhorred the thought of being alone right now with your thoughts, knowing that nobody else in your house would be up aside from your mom, who would then go to sleep after making sure you came home so she could get her rest in for work. Though you didn’t have much of a choice, as you had to beg your mom to let you go to that party in the first place, with a curfew being one of her conditions. She’d ground you for months and wouldn’t let you leave the house for anything aside from school, work, and to run errands if you were late. You couldn’t help but sardonically smile at how you knew one of her punishments for you being late would have been that you couldn’t see Ryan outside of school for a couple weeks. Well, that wouldn’t count as very much of a punishment now. Hell, you wished you wouldn’t have to see him at school either.

You sighed as Billy pulled at the edge of your driveway, putting his car in park as you slowly moved to hook a hand around the seatbelt strapped across your chest. Your hand fell on the buckle beside your hip, though you just let it sit there for a moment, not quite ready to get out just yet. Billy turned to glance at you, watching you stare at your house with a troubled look. A look he hated to see on your face.

“Are you sure you don’t want to just ride around town for a little while or something?”

You looked to Billy, shooting him a sad smile at his, as always, perfect reading of your emotions. You shook your head from side to side, “I want to, but I can’t. My mom is waiting on me and you know how she is.” Although you really, really wished you could have taken him up on that offer, you had to be in your house in a couple minutes. You didn’t think you could withstand the wrath of your angry mom on top of everything else that happened tonight.

He nodded his head, looking just about as disappointed about you having to turn down his offer as you were. After a moment, you finally moved to unbuckle your seatbelt, letting it recoil back into its slot by the seat, shifting to your side so that you could face Billy. You shot him a small smile, hands clasping together on your lap, the pads of your thumbs circling against one another.

“Thank you for tonight, Billy. You’re my regular knight in shining armor.”

Although it was corny, you really meant it. Lord only knows what would have happened if Billy didn’t come along when he did. He always had a habit of making his appearance when you needed him the most, and if tonight wasn’t the perfect time for one of his psychic arrivals, then you weren’t sure when would be. He shook his head, dismissing your comment with a roll of his eyes and a snort.

“You don’t have to thank me. You know I’m always here for you.”

You smiled at his words, grateful to have someone like Billy as your friend right now. Although he had his whole ‘bad boy’ reputation at school, and for the most part it rang true, he was always kind and soft with you. You weren’t sure why it was like that, but you felt special to get to experience this side of Billy none-the-less. Though you couldn’t help but feel bad for making him your Agony Aunt. Even though it was mutual, and he always confided in you about his issues at home, you still felt like the problems you faced were too stupid and insignificant to rant about to him when he had things so much worse with his dad. Although you knew he didn’t think of it like that, and assured you that your problems were valid, you couldn’t help but continue to feel that way.

With a sigh, you shook the thought from your head, instead letting another one flood your mind as you moved to shift in your seat. You lifted your hand up and pulled down the sun visor, sliding the cover to the side so that you could look at yourself in the mirror. God, you were a hot mess. There was no way you could walk into your house looking like this, your mom would freak, and although you loved your mom very much and told her just about everything that happened in your life, this was a conversation you’d much rather have another day. With some embellished details, of course, because if she knew you were trying to walk home alone at night she would whoop your ass. Bringing your hand up to your face, you used your already ruined sleeve to wipe away at your smeared makeup, eyes ringed with the black from your eyeshadow and mascara. You looked like you belonged on the cover of a KISS album.

“I’ll start picking you up for school now, okay?”

Billy spoke after a moment, breaking the silence as his eyes study you rubbing at your face with the sleeve of your shirt and fixing your hair to make it look like you didn’t just get a five-hundred-pound bag of shitty luck dumped on you. You were confused for a moment, before a tinge of sadness suddenly pulled at your heart. That’s right, Ryan was the one that would pick you up for school and take you home afterwards. God, there were so many parts of your life that were filled with him, and it was going to be painful to have to adjust to life without him. Not to mention having to get used to the pain you would feel anytime he flooded your mind, too. Though you knew the ache would dull with time, it was still very raw right now. You shook your head, partly in response to Billy and also as a way to shake off the swell of emotions that had you wanting to tear up again.

“You really don’t have to do that, Billy. If anything, I can just ask my sister to drop me off on her way to work.”

Your voice was soft, nearly a whisper as you finished fixing your appearance, lifting the visor back up as you turned to peer at Billy through your eyelashes. He reached a hand out, and before you could even react, he had mussed your seconds ago freshly-tidied hair, the childish move eliciting a squeaky ‘Hey!’ from you as you went to readjust it yet again. He gave you a cocky smile, obviously happy with his actions. Annoying prick. Though you couldn’t deny the smile that pulled at your lips. You were happy for the quick shift in moods.

“No, I want to. I’ll be here to get you at seven.”

You shook your head, realizing that it wasn’t up for discussion and that Billy had already made up his mind. And what Billy wants, he gets. Not that you were upset with the outcome, in fact you were happy he cared so much for you to offer to do that, but you just didn’t want to feel like a burden to him. You were already feeling bad enough that he had to see you at a time like this. Though you really appreciated his kindness, heart swelling slightly. Bringing your hand up, you stroked at your chin as if it were a beard, seemingly in deep thought about his statement. Billy shook his head at you in response, grin tugging his lips.

“Alright, I guess you win. Thank you.”

And with that, you leaned over across the console, placing a chaste kiss on his cheek, his stubble tickling your skin slightly. He gave you a smirk, those pretty blue hues of his watching you as you shifted in your seat, heaving a heavy sigh as you slowly swung open the car door. You didn’t want to leave the comfort of his car, but you knew you had to, or else a bigger hell known as your mom awaited. Stepping out, you turned to poke your head back inside, giving him a wave, “Goodnight. Get home save, Billy.”. Shutting the car door behind you, you made your way to your front door, knocking a few times before being let in by your mother. Billy stayed, eyes watching your retreating form with a glint, making sure the door shut behind you and the downstairs lamp was cut off before he knocked his car in reverse and backed out of your driveway, thoughts of you clouding his mind the entire drive home.

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Sorrow, Love, and Everything In Between - Chapter 1

Summary: After (Y/N) has a rough break-up with her yearlong boyfriend, Ryan, Billy is there to pick up the pieces.

"Hey! Will you stop walking away from me already?! We need to talk!"

Although you heard the trailing boy's booming voice loud and clear from behind you for what felt like the millionth time, you simply acted as if you hadn't, face tear-streaked and hands balled up by your sides, silently fuming as you stomped your way opposite of the house the party you were at was being held in and the boy following after you, desperate to get your distance from both. The cool, Autumn's night air was nipping harshly at your exposed skin, causing goosebumps to spread like wildfire along your arms and legs as the thin material of your long-sleeve shirt and skater skirt did very little to provide you substantial warmth, but that was the least of your worries right now.

You were beyond pissed, cheeks tinged red not only from the chill of the air but from the scorching, angry flame burning beneath your skin and settling in your bones after you had accidentally discovered your boyfriend, Ryan, sucking tongues with some slut in a spare bedroom, her shirt thrown to the ground beside them and his hands kneading her breasts. He had apparently made off with her while you were distracted by your conversation with a group of friends from school, only realizing he had snuck away when a friend you took Algebra with joined the group and quietly mentioned to you that she had seen him sneaking upstairs with another girl. You didn’t think it to be true, but you just had to see for yourself, and see you did. Oh, you got quite the eyeful. His eyes had blown open wide, and he resembled a deer in headlights after you had thrown open the door and caught him in the act. The bitch who's face he was practically inhaling had the audacity to smirk at you upon seeing your shocked face, and you instantly recognized her as a girl that had been flirting with Ryan for quite some time now. He would always brush off any questions and insecurities you had regarding her, saying that he only talked to her to be nice and that he had no interest in her. Oh, how you felt like an absolute idiot now for letting his forked-tongue convince and placate you with his sweet little lies. You should have seen this coming.

"Just where the hell are you going anyways, huh? I'm your ride home!"

You scoffed, choosing to give in and finally acknowledge one of his many shouts after you as you uncrossed your arms to throw one up in the air, flipping your manicured middle finger up to the boy behind you, the action served as an outlet, though only a tiny chip off of the impossibly large swell of anger brewing within you.

"Fuck you, asshat! I'm walking home, so just run along back to your little whore. I know she's dying for you to give her the best two minutes of her life."

You venomously spat. You didn't have to turn around and eye up your now ex-boyfriend to know his face was burning a bright red, steam would have been billowing from his body if it were possible, his teeth gritted and grinding together at his futile attempts to get you to stop long enough to smooth things over with you. It was honestly comical that he was chasing after you and really thought reconciliation with you was even a possibility. There was absolutely no excuse for his actions he could offer that you would give a passing thought to.

The rough sound of his shoes hitting the pavement beneath him slowed, then eventually came to a stop at the dawning realization of how your stubbornness wasn't going to give him the outcome he wanted from this very large fuck-up. You were glad he had finally gotten the hint, tired of having to entertain him and wanting to simply walk home in peace without him telling anymore of his lies to you. You just couldn't handle it any longer.

"You know what? Maybe I will. She's never been as bitchy or as clingy as you are. Not to mention she's a lot prettier, too."

Although his snarky comment shouldn't have hurt you as much as it did, you just couldn't ignore the sharp arrow of sadness that stabbed itself into your heart and began to twist at his words. It hurt to know that so much of your heart and mind, not to mention time and effort had been committed to a year-long relationship with him, only to discover what he really thought about you and that he had been cheating. You felt like a fool for letting him lay claim to so many of your firsts now in light of his infidelity. First boyfriend, first kiss, first time having sex, hell, you had even considered him to be your first and hopefully last love, but it all meant nothing now as with every passing second his lock on your heart was breaking into a thousand pieces and drifting away. He was too disgusting of a person to have shared such important milestones of your life with. The thoughts of your firsts now permanently tainted by him.

"Glad to hear it, you're both pieces of shit so I’m sure you’ll be very happy together. Enjoy the rest of your night!"

Although you spoke with a cheerful tone, you felt anything but. It really, really hurt, and you couldn't stop the fresh set of warm tears that bubbled along your waterline, clouding up your vision as you kept your pace, the ground before you a blurry sight. You found comfort, however, in the greater amount of space you were putting between you and your ex as he had angrily cursed at you, before stomping back off to the party, his voice growing quieter and quieter with the distance as he was completely done with you. He would probably return back to that girl and talk shit about you for a little while, getting comforted by her as she assures him she would never treat him the way you had, before they would eventually pick back up where they left off prior to you rudely interrupting them. You tried not to let the thought invade your already overwhelmed mind, though, as you continued to walk.

A heavy, shaky breath escaped your parted lips as you brought your arm up, rolling the excess inches of fabric of your sleeve down to your thumb, before bringing it up to wipe away the mascara-blackened tears that had stained your pretty face. You felt stupid for letting yourself shed a single tear over that jackass, but you just couldn’t hold it back. Maybe you were just being childish with your fantasies of finding the love of your life young and growing old with them like you thought your relationship with Ryan would end up being. It hurt so much more for things to end between you two when you had planned for him to be in your life for much longer than he was, but that was more your fault than his. You shouldn’t have set such soaring expectations for only a high school, puppy-love romance in such a shitty town filled with even shittier people like Hawkins.

Although you were heavily lost in your thoughts, the sudden, increasingly loud purring of a car’s engine grabbed you and harshly dumped you back into reality. Even though the car was a good ways away and you could just barely see the headlights beaming brightly above the soft hill of the road, you could still tell they were ripping it up. Realizing that you had foolishly been walking in the middle of the two lanes on the road, you shook your head and quickly started walking towards the grass parallel to one side of the tar-black pavement, happy the loud engine of the car was enough to grab your attention before they had crossed your path. A dry, humorless laugh bubbling from your throat at the thought of your ex almost being the death of you. Oh, how his new girl would have been vibrating with joy from that.

The soft crunching of fallen leaves began to sound from beneath your sneaker-clad feet as you walked along the grass, a little seed of anxiety sewing itself into the pit of your gut, mind flooding with ideas of the potential danger the person in the car could bring you, considering you were a pretty teenage girl walking all by her lonesome in the late hours of the night. Would they just ignore you and continue driving as they would any other night? Would they stop and ask just what you were doing? Not to mention the thought of them kidnapping you. After what you just endured, you really weren’t up for another round of shit luck coming your way.

Though as the car came closer and closer, causing your anxiety and worries to heighten, they ultimately diminished as quickly as they appeared at your recognition of the infamous midnight blue, Chevrolet Camaro tearing up the road as it was heading the opposite direction you were going, though you would intersect. It was Billy, a close, albeit annoying friend of yours. You couldn’t help but softly smile, rolling your eyes at him heading to the shit-show of a party you had just left from, of course coming in close to two hours later than when it started so he could keep his infamous ‘fashionably late’ routine going.

A harsh gush of wind blew through your hair and nearly knocked you off your feet as he hurriedly drove past your stopped position beside the road, your head turning to follow his car as his break lights soon flashed a bright red quite a few feet away. Oh, so he had seen you.

Initially happy to spot your friend, you also took in a sharp breath at the feeling of your heart dropping down to your toes. Although you were grateful for him driving by when he did, as you didn’t really think about the distance between your house and party before deciding to walk, still having six miles to go in the middle of the night before you would be home, you really didn’t want to have to explain what happened to Billy. No, with how overprotective Billy tended to be with you, you could almost swear a million dollars on him picking you up and driving to the party to beat the ever-living shit out of Ryan, and then some. Not only for breaking your heart the way he did, but for leaving you to walk home alone at night, especially after the disappearance of a local kid not too many weeks ago.

You worriedly sighed, chewing your bottom lip anxiously as Billy reversed his car, approaching your spot beside the road, before coming to a stop so that you were locking eyes with him through the window of the passenger side of the car. A cigarette infamously dangled loosely from the corner of his lips, the smoke coming from it whirling around before escaping through his cracked-open window. His hair was flawlessly curled, a few of the ringlets framing his face, and although a basic outfit, the white-tee and dark denim combo was really working wonders for him, something that would engorge his already too-big ego when you told him such. He shot you a quizzical look, turning his eyes to check the rearview mirror to make sure no other cars were coming behind him, before throwing the gear in park. Reaching over the car’s center console, he unlocked the car’s door, throwing it out wide before you, the mechanics in his brain running on overdrive as he wordlessly invited you into his car.

Hesitantly, you slid onto the comfortable leather seat, happy to escape the cool night’s air for the warmth and safety of his car. Shutting the door afterwards, the familiar, strangely comforting scent of his burning cigarette, whiskey, and the cheap cologne he always wore filled your senses as Billy looked you over once, probably inspecting for any signs of a fight, which had become a force of habit with him having such a rough upbringing. After being satisfied with not spotting any suspicious marks or bruises, his eyes fell on the side of your face, trying to get you to lock eyes with him and not missing the way you purposefully avoided his gaze, staring at his dashboard like it was the most interesting thing in the world.

“Care to explain to me why the hell you are by yourself, walking by the road in the middle of the night?”

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Z Nation 10K/Tommy X Reader NSFW Alphabet

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

~Tommy is very caring after sex, making sure that you enjoyed yourself and were satisfied. Cuddles afterwards are a must have. It initially took a while in the beginning of your relationship before he was comfortable with physical affection, but once he got used to it, he began to crave it.

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

~The part of his body he likes the most are his eyes, as it's what you compliment him the most on. In fact, during your first encounter with one another the very first words you had ever spoke to him were a compliment, telling him he had the prettiest eyes you had ever seen. So how could he not like them?

~The body part he loves the most on you are your thighs. Rather they were hanging loosely around his hips as he fucked you like crazy, or if they were serving as his shaking earmuffs when he ate you out, he just couldn't get enough of them.

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

~Unless you had condoms and he could finish inside you, Tommy loved giving you body shots. His favorite places to finish on were your thighs and breasts.

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

~Although he had become more dominant and confident in bed, he still loves the times when you would take control and have your way with him. When you ride him and call him the sweetest names like "baby boy" or "my pretty boy", he just falls apart.

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

~As you both had been younger when shit hit the fan, neither one of you really had the time to experience relationships and experiment sexually like the older people in the apocalypse had. You were both virgins going into your relationship, and everything had been a new and awkward experience for you both. Though after two years of being together, you'd like to say you both knew what you were doing by now.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

~Tommy loves missionary for the simple fact of loving to watch your expressions as he plowed into you. Every time your eyes rolled into the back of your head when he hit that one spot within you, every "O" your mouth formed into as you moaned, and every time you bit your bottom lip to stifle yourself, he just couldn't get enough. There was nothing sexier than seeing how much of a mess he turned you into.

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

~For the most part he is pretty serious. Although he has his times where he'll make a joke and you'll both laugh, it's mainly very intense in the moment.

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

~Just as you'd probably expect, his pubic hair was just as wild, inky-black, and unruly as the mop on his head. Surprisingly, Tommy took every chance with a stumbled-upon, unused razor that he could to clean up and keep things neat down stairs, but even when he couldn't do so you never complained. Mutually, he didn't care if you were trimmed up or not, but would personally prefer to keep himself neat for you.

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

~Although initially shy and letting you take the lead, Tommy has grown into a very soft and sappy person when it comes to you. From sensual kisses, to running his hands through your hair, down to whispering sweet praises in your ears, he'd definitely become a romantic guy.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

~Although the both of you took good care of the other's needs and usually got in the mood around the same times, there were of course instances where you may have fallen asleep, or the group had suddenly split up and you didn't end up together. Times where he was without you and would masturbate, he always though back to you and the sex you had previously to help get him off. Although masturbating was fine, fucking you would always be his preference.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

~Tommy has a huge hickey kink. There's nothing he loves more than to leave them on your neck and inner thighs, marking you as his. He also loves receiving them, and found it so sexy when you would grip his chin and push his head to the side, giving you more access to his neck as you went to work of making a mess of the soft, pale skin.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

~Rather it be the bed of a truck, the backseat of a vehicle, behind a bush, this man was anything but picky. Any way he could have you he would, regardless of the location. Although if he had to choose, his favorite is just the classic of being in a bed, but it wasn't a luxury you had very often.

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

~With the both of you being hormonal late teens, it doesn't take much to get one another going. Though what really got Tommy revving was when you would headshot Z's with his rifle just the way he taught you to. Or when you would go on a rampant with your machete delivering mercy to the biters like it was nobody's business. Something about your face contorted with an almost-scary seriousness as your hair whipped against you with every swing and turn of your body was just so sexy to him.

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

~A huge turn off for Tommy has to be role-playing. It's always seemed so awkward and forced to him, as you guys had tried it just to say you had, and he just couldn't get into it. Something else he can never see himself doing is anal, it's just never been his cup of tea.

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

~Tommy was way more of a giver than a receiver. Although he did enjoy you going down on him, he just much preferred making you cum on his tongue over and over again more than anything else. There was nothing sexier than your thighs squishing his face tightly as you kept him pushed into your core, riding out your orgasms with his name on your lips. Although it had been clumsy and awkward at first, he was a quick learner throughout your relationship and figured out exactly how to use his mouth to make you moan and quiver.

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

~Although it really just depended on the circumstances, for the most part the pace of your sex was on the faster side. Both of you racing to reach and give the other orgasms as quickly as possible. Though there were also times where slow and sensual was what you preferred.

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

~With it being the apocalypse, just about every time you had sex had to be a quickie. Time was a sensitive thing, and with you and the group being on a mission to deliver Murphy to the lab in California, you almost never had time to really make love for long. Though Tommy enjoyed your quickies, he wished he could lay you down for hours and really take his time having his way with you.

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

~You both can be pretty experimental with sex and if the other has something they want to try out there are no problems with that. Though with that, if there was something you tried and one of you didn't like it, then you wouldn't do it again. It was all about mutual enjoyment.

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

~You and Tommy fucked like rabbits, and could go for a few rounds at a time. You usually ran out of energy quicker than he did, but even so you still had a lot in you. Although Tommy can be quick to cum, he tries his best to hold out long enough for you to get your orgasm in before he did, or if he couldn't wait then he'd make good use of his tongue and fingers to bring you to your apex.

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

~Toys aren't really very common in the apocalypse, and aren't something you have any experience with. Though even if you did have access to them, Tommy would much prefer to pleasure you himself than leave the satisfying work to a battery-operated machine.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

~You were always the one that teased, it was never really Tommy, as patience when it comes to sex was never his thing. He liked to get straight to the point of working you towards your orgasms. Your favorite ways to tease him were to subtly emphasize your cleavage while you sat with the group, or when you wore those really short denim jeans that had your pretty thighs on full display to the boy. You also loved teasing him when giving him oral, taking your time to give kitten licks to his head, or achingly-so, slowly slide your tongue repeatedly from the hilt of his cock to the tip. It always drove him crazy.

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

~A surprising thing about Tommy is that he can get pretty vocal when it comes to sex. His moans can get pretty loud, and you often find yourself having to place your hand over his lips to stifle him, or would pull him in for a kiss as to soften the sounds he spilt into your mouth. You always found it incredibly sexy, though, and felt prideful on how loud he got from fucking you.

W = Wild card (a random head canon for the character)

~Tommy totally had a thing for fingering you under a jacket when you were riding somewhere with the group. He would always make sure the two of you sat in the backseat when traveling, and it turned him on even more for somebody else to sit in the back with you. There was just something so enticing about watching you glare him down with faux anger as you worked hard to conceal every moan and shake of your body as the pads of his fingers made quick work of circling your clit and bringing you to orgasm after orgasm.

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

~Tommy's body was a bit lanky while simultaneously being sinewy from the intense, ongoing exercise that was surviving the apocalypse. He had a soft formation of a four-pack, and another thing he was packing was a pretty, six-inch cock. It had a slight curve upwards that made hitting those spots inside of you an easy task.

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

~Not much of a shocker, but Tommy's sex drive was pretty high. Luckily, yours was as well so the two of you hardly ever clashed libido-wise. Sex was just how you both expressed your love for each other, the physical intimacy saying everything your words lacked.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

~Tommy usually waited for you to fall asleep before he would. He chose to take advantage of your sleep to admire you, from the features of your face to the curves and dips of your nude body. You were so beautiful to him, the only light shining for him in the apocalypse, and he always made sure to treasure the peaceful times like this with you.

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