Honestly I’m just give you some appreciation 🖤🖤 Your writing, loving this character, Dacre but also being such a genuine person, giving advice, you’re such a wonderful person!! I’ve never had sex before but it’s so nice to come to a community where I can be educated about it and also enjoy my little community!!!
You are honestly too sweet!! I appreciate and love you, so much.
If only if only the woodpecker sighs the bark on the tree was as soft as the sky why the wolf waits below hungry and lonely he cries to the moon if only if only
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I don’t even know where to start! I have so many WIP for lots of fandoms. Here are just a few:
cw/tw: predator/prey kink, AFAB reader but no specific gendered pronouns (if you see any please let me know so i can fix it!), light knife play, some vague threats, consensual non-con, spitting, fingering, oral (f and m recieving), light face slapping, one ‘attagirl’, light degradation and praise, after care, rough sex, dom/sub themes, let me know if i missed anything that should be tagged!
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two weeks had passed. two agonizing, humiliating weeks since frank had cornered you and made you look him in the eyes as you confessed something you’ve never said out loud.
“i just feel like you're pushing me away!” frank shouted, “you're always getting on my ass about not pushing you away and now you're doing the same!”
“no, you don't get it, frank!” you huffed.
“then help me understand! do you think im gonna judge you and leave your ass for something as stupid as sex?”
you rolled your eyes, moving to walk past him before he grabbed your arms, easily moving you back into place, pressing you against the wall. “you’re not leaving until you tell me.”
“its stupid and it doesn’t matter, just let me go.” you sighed, trying to shake his hands off of you.
his grip only tightened, dipping his head down to make eye contact with you. “you’re not going anywhere until you tell me what’s been on your mind, is it me? have i not been fucking you good enough?”
your face flushed in embarrassment as you shook your head, fumbling over your words. “no, i just-”
“what? is there something i’m doing you don’t like?”
“no, you just-”
“i what? what am i doing wrong?”
“if you'd just let me-”
“all im asking is that you just talk to me, baby, thats all-”
“fuck, would you just let me talk?! i want you to hunt me down like an animal and fuck me, okay?”
frank opened his mouth to speak, shutting it after a few moments before he nodded silently, dropping his hands from your arms. “okay.”
your whole body felt hot with shame and anxiety. fuck, what if he thinks its weird? or he’s not into that and now that judgement is hanging over your head every time you two have sex?
“okay? thats it?” you asked tentatively and he nodded again.
“okay.”
not an hour went by without you replaying the argument in your head. frank hadn’t said anything about it since, not a peep from him. sure, you two had sex in the past two weeks since then, but it felt off. you were worried maybe you were overthinking it. maybe he thought it was better to just drop it and not bring it back up, that could've been his way of saying he's not interested, right? spare you the embarrassment of actually sitting down and talking about it.
you sighed, adjusting your position in the passenger seat in an attempt to stretch your stiff legs. you and frank had been on the road for a few days now, occasionally stopping for food, gas, or bathroom breaks. you weren’t exactly sure where you were going, but then again, it wasn’t exactly necessary to know. you’d figure out sooner or later.
it was just starting to get dark, the sun slowly dipping behind the trees, illuminating the pretty autumn leaves still clinging onto the branches for dear life. you watched the trees whipping past in boredom, stifling a yawn as you looked over at frank.
he hadn’t shaved in a few days, leaving his cheeks and jaw a little scruffy. his head was leaned against his fist, elbow up on the car door as he drove with the other hand, the sleeves of his sweater pulled up to his elbows. you took a moment to admire him; he always looked good, even when he showed up at 3am, beaten and bloody and needing to be patched up.
“didn’t your mama ever tell you staring was rude?” he teased, glancing at you as you shrank back in your seat shyly.
“you stare at me all the time!” you squawked in protest, reaching over to smack his arm playfully.
he laughed, rolling his eyes as he rested his hand on your thigh, thumb rubbing just above your knee affectionately. “it’s not rude when i do it.”
“bullshit.” you sassed as you subconsciously shifted your body towards him, letting him slide his hand a little further between your legs.
“you ready to stop for the night?” he asked, squeezing your thigh as you nodded, hips aching from sitting for hours.
“is there a motel nearby?”
“nah, i figured we’d just pull off into the woods and park for the night,” he answered, slowing down as he looked for a good place to pull off.
“you're serious?” you deadpanned, not expecting him to be.
“yeah, why not?” he chuckled, pulling off of the road and onto a smaller dirt trail, following it further into the woods. “we have blankets and pillows in the back, i’ll just put the seats down and we can get some sleep and keep driving in the morning.”
“what if i have to pee?”
“you’ll just have to be an adult and pee in the woods.”
you whined dramatically as he parked in a little clearing, unbuckling and getting out with him. he opened the back door, leaning in to lay the back seats down as you moved all your things to the two front seats. you helped him spread out the blankets and the two pillows before digging through your bag for a pair of sleep shorts and a tank top; sleeping in the same bed with frank always ends up with you practically sweating to death.
you settled into the little makeshift bed as he shut off the car and locked the doors, shuffling into the back with you. you immediately cuddled up to him, shivering as the cold air seeped into the car.
“cold?” he chuckled, rubbing your bare arm as you nodded. “maybe you should put some more clothes on.”
you snorted, resting your leg across his waist as he held your thigh. “and sweat to death because you're in here? i’ll warm up soon enough.”
he scoffed, gently grabbing your chin and tilting your head up to press a few sweet kisses to your lips.
“you have too much sass.” he mumbled, each kiss a little longer than the last.
you sighed contentedly, your hand coming up to rest on his jaw as you lazily made-out with him, heart fluttering at the rare quiet moment alone with him.
“gonna get me riled up, we’re s’posed to be sleeping.” he teased, thumb stroking your cheek before drifting down to rest against your neck.
“you started it.” you sassed, your own hand trailing up his arm to rest against his.
he didn’t respond, just kissed you a little harder, tongue darting out to trace along your bottom lip. you whined softly, the kiss not breaking as frank shifted, getting up on his knees to straddle you. he leaned over your slowly overheating body, his free hand teasing along the elastic of your sleep short, giving your side a warning pinch as you bucked your hips needily.
he tugged on the little bow, untying the strings before dipping his hand past the thin material, fingers gently tracing around your clit. his hand dipped just a little further, spreading around the arousal that had gathered between your thighs, dragging it back up to circle your clit lightly a few times.
you whined softly as his hand tightened around your neck, digging your fingernails into his sides as he barely dipped his fingers past your entrance before pulling away.
“frank-”
“shut up.” he growled, moving his hand up to grab your jaw as he forced you to look at him. “here's what’s gonna happen, you’re gonna do what i say and you better listen carefully. you have three minutes to get out of this car and run.”
your heart sped up drastically. is he doing what you think he’s doing?
“what-”
“three minutes to get ahead of me and not let me find you. after those three minutes are up, i’m gonna track you down and if i find you, i’m gonna pin you down on the ground and fuck you until you pass out. nod if you understand.”
you nodded quickly, chest heaving nervously as climbed off of you, hand still on your jaw.
“say yes sir.”
“yes sir,” you responded immediately, already dizzy with excitement.
“what’s our safe word?”
“red.”
“its 9:37. your three minutes starts now.”
“but-”
“time is already ticking, doll, i wouldn’t waste it.”
you quickly crawled over and shoved open the trunk door, nearly falling on your face as you climbed out shakily. you abandoned the idea of grabbing your shoes, taking off down the trail that led further into the woods. you ran until your lungs burned, ducking under a low branch before taking a sharp left off of the trail and into the woods. your feet were surely getting scraped up and you’d regret diving into the woods tomorrow, but right now all you could think of was to get as far away as you could. you tore through the woods, panting and heaving, your legs begging you to take a break as you sprinted. low branches and twigs smacked you in the face and left little cuts on your skin as you ran, finally deciding to take a break as you stumbled over a fallen branch.
you leaned up against a tree, struggling to catch your breath. your whole body ached, your feet worst of all as you hunched over, sucking in a few more deep breaths before continuing your trek at a much slower pace. you checked your watch, the bright LED numbers showing 9:39. you still had one minute before he’d start hunting you down.
there had to be a place to hide; a fallen tree, a hollow log- hell, you’d take a big enough hole in the ground. it was eerily quiet around you, save for a few owls and insects making the occasional noise. you heard a twig snap and you whipped around, heart racing as whatever made the noise scurried away.
you had finally caught your breath, turning and almost crashing into a large tree. you yelped in surprise, stumbling back on shaky, tired legs before laughing at yourself.
“jesus christ,” you muttered, taking a deep breath as you made your way further into the woods.
it was getting darker, the waning moon not giving much light as you tried to be careful of where you were stepping. you shivered at the cool breeze, rubbing your arms in a weak attempt to warm yourself up. the hair on the back of your neck stood up as you felt someone watching you, fighting the urge to turn and look.
your heart pounded in your chest and you could hear the rush of blood in your ears, taking over all your senses. you checked your watch again, picking up your pace as it showed 9:41. you knew it wouldn’t take frank long to find you, your footprints we’re probably the most obvious thing on the ground. you wondered if he’d give you a chance to fight or pin you down the second he got his hands on you.
a scream tore it’s way out of you as you caught sight of frank, your body reacting before your mind could register what was happening. you ran as hard as you could, holding your hands up in front of your face to block the leaves and branches, letting out a hard grunt as you felt frank tackle you to the ground.
his hand cupped the back of your head, tucking it against his chest as you both fell to the ground, frank twisting his body to land on his back with you on top, grunting upon impact. you both rolled a few yards away, coming to a stop with frank on top of you.
he wasted no time, hands grabbing your wrists and fumbling in his pockets before tugging out a short rope. you kicked and fought against him as he tied your hands together, pinning your hips against the ground with one leg.
“i thought you’d put up more of a fight, doll.” he chuckled breathlessly, rough hand grabbing your jaw as he leaned down to kiss you hard.
you whined against his mouth, teeth finding his lip and biting hard enough to draw blood. he groaned, pulling back just far enough for you to shove your whole weight against him, knocking him to the ground. you scrambled to your feet, barely managing to avoid frank’s hand as he reached to grab your ankle, taking off again in a poor effort to escape.
your hands were still tied, legs tired and hurting as you nearly tripped over a thin dead tree, quickly regaining your balance. you glanced behind you, slowing to a stop as you noticed frank wasn’t following. your chest heaved, spinning in a slow circle as you squinted, trying to see through the trees and the darkness.
a hand covered your mouth to muffle your scream, pushing against the back of your knee to make you buckle and fall to the ground. frank pressed you against the ground, hand still covering your mouth as you whimpered in fear. he hushed you softly as you heard the distinct sound of a knife being unholstered, eyes widening as he brought it up in front of your face, the dull moonlight glinting off of the metal.
“just relax, okay?” you could hear the smirk in his voice, squirming as he trailed the tip of the sharpened knife down your tank top. “just relax and i won’t hurt you.”
you squeaked as he slid the knife under your shirt, slicing it clean in half in one yank. he chuckled darkly, moving to do the same to the thin straps before dragging the tip of the knife down your stomach. you whined softly, trying to steady your breathing as he hooked his free hand under your knee, pushing it up to shove the knife under the pant leg of your shorts. he slowly cut the fabric, dragging it all the way up to your hip before doing the same to the other side. you shivered as he tossed the ruined fabric away, head leaning back against the ground as you felt him drag his tongue up your damp skin.
“fuck, fear looks so good on you, baby.” he practically purred, chuckling at your squeak as he lightly dug the tip of the knife into your side. “i want you to beg.”
“beg?” you whined, inching away from the weapon in his hand.
“ah ah ah,” he tutted, pinning you down with his other hand as he added a little more pressure, just barely enough to puncture the first layer of skin. “beg for me to not fuck you.”
you whimpered, tied hands tugging at his shirt as you tried to make sense of everything in your foggy mind.
“i-i don’t-”
“don’t make me say it again,” he growled, hand flying up to grab you by the neck. “you know i don’t like to repeat myself.”
“o-okay, okay, fuck, ‘m sorry.” you panted, writhing underneath him as he traced the knife over your skin. “please, just let me go, i-i won’t tell anyone, please.”
frank chuckled deep in his chest, slicing your bra up the middle in one jerky movement, shoving the cups off of you along with your shirt. he reached out to stick the knife into the dirt, dipping his head to lick between your breasts.
“frank, please-”
“keep begging.” he quipped, placing a well-aimed slap to your thigh as you yelped.
“i don’t want this, please sir, i-i can’t.” you whimpered, hands tugging at his hair as he licked over your nipple, sucking it into his mouth as his hand cupped your other breast.
you moaned shakily as he flicked his tongue over the bud, thumb and forefinger pinching and gently tugging on the other before switching sides. he gently squeezed your breast, allowing you to arch into his mouth as he pressed his hips against yours. frank’s cock was straining against his jeans, aching for a little relief as he ground himself against your cunt. his moans vibrated against your skin, trailing slow, wet kisses down your stomach.
“please, i really can’t do this, just let me go.” you whimpered shakily, shivering at the cold air as he settled between your legs.
“you’re gonna take what i give and you’re not gonna complain, understand?” he growled against your skin, shoving your legs open and up against your chest.
you nodded quickly, an embarrassed whine escaping you as he spread you open, exposing your dripping cunt to the cold air. your toes curled in anticipation as he trailed his nose along the inside of your thigh, your hands tugging harder on his hair. he spanked your thigh before snaking his arm around your leg to spread your lips open. you squealed as he dragged the flat of his tongue up your exposed cunt, groaning against you as his tongue flicked against your clit. you squirmed, panting as he gently pulled the hood of your clit back to spit on it crudely, chuckling as your thighs jumped. he buried his face between your legs, sucking and licking at your clit like a man starved. you tried to hold back your moans, back arching and thighs squeezing his head as you writhed and squirmed under him.
“stop fucking moving.” he growled, his hand coming up to lay a light slap against your cheek.
“‘m sorry.” you panted, tugging against the ropes as frank pinned your legs open.
he grunted against you, fingertips digging into your skin as he devoured you, your whines getting louder and louder the more your orgasm built up. you felt yourself teetering along the edge, just starting to tip over before frank pulled away. the noise of distraught that left you would’ve been embarrassing if you weren’t in a submissive state of mind, but right now all you could think of was the feeling of your impending orgasm fading away as frank stood. he grabbed the rope tying your hands together, tugging you up onto your knees as you panted. his belt clinked as he quickly unbuckled and tugged it off, wrapping it around your neck and buckling it snug against your skin like a collar. frank shoved his jeans down just enough to free his aching cock, letting out a relieved groan.
“look at you,” he purred darkly, catching your chin between his thumb and forefinger to tilt your head up. “so fucking out of it already, huh? all you can think of is getting my cock in you, yeah?”
you nodded, almost in a trance as you felt your body go slack, drifting into that mindset frank so easily guided you into. he knew exactly how to get you how he wanted, sweet and pliant, willing to do whatever he asked at the drop of a hat. he pressed his thumb into your mouth, applying a little pressure to your tongue as you instinctively sucked on it. frank chuckled softly, cock twitching as he watched your eyes glaze over in real time.
“there you are, attagirl.” he cooed, straightening back up as he tugged his thumb from your mouth.
frank landed a light slap to your cheek as you whined and chased after his thumb, tugging you a little closer by the belt. “be good.”
you huffed softly, mouth falling open as he smeared the little bead of precum across your lips, groaning as your tongue darted out to taste him. he tilted your head up, easing his cock past your lips with a shuddering groan. you let your eyes flutter closed, jaw relaxing as he lazily thrust into your mouth, sinking a few centimeters deeper each time. he completely took over your senses, surrounding you in his moans and the scent of sweat and gunpowder, an oddly calming combination you had grown accustomed to long ago.
“jesus, you feel so good,” he grunted, hips jerking as the flat of your tongue rubbed against the vein running along the underside of his cock, “shit, this is what you were made for, huh? should keep you like this all the time, on your knees, mouth full of cock. i like you like this, all nice and quiet.”
your moans vibrated against him, blinking your teary eyes open to stare up at him as you choked, taking a gasping breath as he pulled out. “fuck, i gotta be in you.”
you yelped as he shoved you back against the ground, forcing himself between your legs. your hands gripped the front of his shirt as he pushed his jeans down a little further, rutting against you roughly. your hips jerked each time the head of his cock nudged your swollen clit, drawing a squeaking whine from your throat. he shoved his hand down to grip your ass, pulling your hips up as he sank into you with one thrust, his other arm circling around your back to press you flush against his warm chest.
“fuck!” you gasped, head thrown back against the ground as he set a hard but slow pace, drawing almost all the way out before slamming back in.
frank’s breathy chuckle vibrated pleasantly against your chest, quickly reaching to yank the rope loose and toss it aside. you immediately clung to him, hands clawing at his back as he filled you so full your head spun. you could barely focus, eyes rolling back as he pressed his thumb against your clit, rubbing in quick circles as he angled his hips to rub up against your gspot.
“goin’ dumb on me already?” he panted, chuckling as you nodded weakly in response.
“god, please-” you gasped out, back arching as the coil in your belly tightened at record speed, thighs clamping around his waist.
“i know, baby, just cum, ‘s okay.” he grunted, forehead falling to rest against your shoulder as he picked up the pace, hips slamming against yours with enough force to leave bruises.
“frank!” you gasped, squeezing your eyes shut so tight you saw fireworks.
the pressure on your clit increased as your orgasm ripped through you, mind-numbing pleasure making your spine tingle and your head fuzzy. you threw your head back, the dull pain of the smack against the ground quickly overridden by the pleasure pulsing through your veins.
“g-god-!” you barely managed to gasp out, breath caught in your throat as frank kept up the pace.
your hips jerked as tears sprung to your eyes, the continuous pleasure quickly becoming overwhelming as it took over every aspect of your body. you felt frank’s fingertips dig into the meat of your thighs, forcing your legs open further as he deepened his strokes. your cries of pleasure echoed around the woods, ringing in frank’s ears like a church choir as he buried his face in your neck, determined to leave hickeys and love bites that’ll last weeks.
“cmon baby, be good and cum for me, i know you can cum again.” he spoke gruffly, grinding his pelvis against your clit.
you clawed at his clothed back as you practically sobbed, the skin on your thighs rubbed raw from the rough denim of his jeans. the burn of the friction mixed deliciously with the pleasure, sending you spiraling further into your own world, nothing but frank frank frank dominating what little brain power you had left. you barely registered that another orgasm had hit you until you heard frank grunting out pretty little praises that made your cheeks burn and your toes curl.
you blinked away the bleariness in your eyes as frank’s hand settled around your throat, applying just enough pressure to ground you back to reality.
“stay with me, baby, ‘m not done yet.” he panted, pressing his forehead against yours as his pace faltered.
“frank, god, please, want- fuck, want you to cum in me!” you gasped out, hands frantically dragging the back of his shirt up to dig your nails into his taut muscles, leaving deep crescent shaped indents in the skin.
frank growled, one thick arm wrapping around your body and pulling you against him tight, rutting into you desperately, bordering on animalistic. his other hand squeezed the sides of your neck, the restricted blood flow making your head swim pleasantly.
he moaned deep in his chest, his orgasm hitting him before he could slow down, his thrusts jerky and uncontrolled as he filled you to the brim. you shuddered as one last orgasm flowed through you, your walls clenching around frank and milking him for all he’s worth.
you panted heavily, head falling back to rest against the ground as your body relaxed. your eyes fluttered open, whining softly as you felt frank gently use his grip on your jaw to shake your head before giving your flushed cheek a few taps.
“cmon, come back to me honey.” he cooed softly, chuckling as you gurgled weakly in response.
“frank,” you whined shakily, thighs jerking as he shifted.
“its okay baby, i know that was a lot, you don't need to say anything.” he whispered, thumb gently stroking your cheek as he wiped away the half-dried tear stains on your skin. “just let me take care of you.”
you nodded, not having the energy to argue as he carefully lifted your hips to slip himself out, hushing your pitiful little whine as he tucked himself back into his jeans. he slipped the sweater off of his back, helping you sit up and brushing any stray dirt off of your skin before tugging the sweater over your head, maneuvering your arms into the sleeves. the warm wool felt nice on your chilly skin, his musk enveloping your senses as he slipped his knife back into its holster before gathering you in his arms and lifting you off of the ground. you wrapped your arms and legs around him, head resting against his shoulder as he carried you through the woods and back to the car.
the walk was pleasantly silent. you blinked sleepily, struggling to stay awake as you traced random little shapes against frank’s back. the trunk of the SUV was open and he carefully laid you down inside on the soft blanket, shimmying out of his jeans before crawling in after you. he tugged the trunk closed, quickly reaching to lock the doors before gathering you in his arms.
you gladly snuggled into his side, eyes falling closed as he tucked the plush blanket around you, pressing a few gentle kisses to your head.
“you did so good, baby.” he whispered, fingertips running lightly up and down your spine. “just get some sleep, we’ll get cleaned up in the morning.”
you hummed sleepily in response, already on the verge of drifting to sleep.
When you are in recovery from a severe accident, sometimes hospitals will transfer you to a nursing home facility. So what if Billy ends up there after surviving The Mindflayer, and all the old people dote on him. What if they call him a handsome young man. He would fit right in because old people are cranky and blunt and they love to gossip. Just imagine Billy going for his daily walk with Gladys and Ethel talking shit about Beatrice for stealing Ethel’s man back in 1940 and Billy is like wow what a bitch.
I love this. The whole recovery process has really taken it out of him, so the most attitude he can usually muster is right around petty old lady levels. He's almost never rude to them though, just like that one shitty orderly that no one actually likes.
The ladies eventually ask him what he's in for, and while he can't really explain too much (he says it was a car crash since technically that did happen) some of the ladies read between the lines a little bit. Muriel, who had a very abusive late husband, however reads the most into it. She doesn't call him out, but she does tell little stories and anecdotes to let him know he isn't alone. Nothing too much, just enough that when he flinches at a door closing too loudly, he doesn't feel as embarrassed. Knows that she did too.
Also every single one of them knits him things. Scarves, gloves, hats, a blanket, all the things. They've made it their mission to give this grumpy, sad, young man all the matriarchal affection they can while he's there. Billy nearly cries about this, though still can't let his guard down that much.
When he's finally released, he swears to visit every week and he keeps that promise.
When you are in recovery from a severe accident, sometimes hospitals will transfer you to a nursing home facility. So what if Billy ends up there after surviving The Mindflayer, and all the old people dote on him. What if they call him a handsome young man. He would fit right in because old people are cranky and blunt and they love to gossip. Just imagine Billy going for his daily walk with Gladys and Ethel talking shit about Beatrice for stealing Ethel’s man back in 1940 and Billy is like wow what a bitch.
Okay. Hear me out. Billy discovering you’re into BDSM or kink? Let’s say you’re newly dating and he’s exploring the waters a little bit because I feel like he would take it as a challenge if he wasn’t sure what you’re into. And lord be with us if he ever found a journal or snuck your phone away and looked at your notes 😭😭😭🥵
Warnings: 18+, smut, BDSM, degradation, unprotected sex (wrap it kids), choking, spanking, swearing, look, it's just smutty okay.
Billy has absolutely learnt from Max that if you want to know anything about females, you read their diaries. Which is why he subtly slips yours under his jacket when he's leaving one night, determined to find your deepest secrets and what you really thought about him.
What he wasn't expecting to find was your deepest desires. The talk of being tied up, spanked with a belt, gagged and fucked into oblivion. How you wish he would own you, use your body to do what he desired. Sure, he'd tested the waters with a small hair pull or a slap on the ass but he didn't know this is what you truly wanted.
He has no shame in admitting that he jerked off in the shower that night at the thought. All he knew was that he would be ready when you came over next.
When you came over the next door, he was standing in his room, staring intensely at you, your pink diary lying as evidence on his bed. Your eyes widened when you saw it. You figured that you had simply misplaced it somewhere in your room.
"I read it." He said in a dark voice as you feel your cheeks flushing.
That diary held your darkest desires, most of them involving Billy. You figured that he would never find out what you wanted him to do to you.
He takes a few confident strides towards you, gripping your chin tightly and forcing him to look at you.
"Such a filthy little slut inside, aren't you, hmm?"
Your heart is pounding in your chest, but the desire is also shooting through your body. It seemed Billy would make all your darkest fantasies come to life.
"Want me to tear you apart, do you?" His grip tightening on your chin before he chuckles darkly, letting go and motioning to the bed.
"Be careful what you wish for, Princess. Now get undressed, get on the bed like the good little slut you are."
You don't say a word as you quickly undress, taking a step towards the bed but Billy clicks his tongue, stopping you.
"You going to crawl on the ground."
You dropped to your hands and knees, beginning to crawl across the floor towards his bed. You should have felt ashamed, dirty but all you could feel was desire and burning excitement for what Billy was going to do to you.
You stop when you reach his bed, still on your hands and knees, feeling Billy walk behind you. No doubt admiring your ass, it has always been his favourite feature.
"Good girl and good girls get rewarded. Get on the bed, hands and knees."
You do exactly as he says, trying to remain as still as possible, anticipating what he has planned next. You hear him remove his belt from his jeans, and you moan softly in anticipation, and you hear Billy chuckle and the sound of him stretching the leather in his hands.
The first whack against your skin made you whimper, lurching your body forward as the pleasure and pain surged through you, causing you to become wetter as Billy gently rubbed the reddened area he had just hit.
"Is that okay?" He asked softly, not wanting to go any further until he knew this is truly what you wanted. There was a fine line between fantasy and reality and he was more than happy to stop if it was too much.
"It's okay." You say softly and that's all he needs to continue.
Whack.
Whack!
The sound of leather on skin reverberated throughout the otherwise quiet bedroom, each hit sending pleasurable chills throughout your body until you were a mewling mess on the bed.
His hand now gently rubbing on the reddened and bruised skin.
"My perfect little slut, aren't you?"
You whimper before gasping when his hand grips the reddened skin of your ass, squeezing it tightly.
"Answer."
"Yes, Sir."
You hear him groan behind you, his weight shifting the bed slightly as he looms over you, feeling the belt wrap around your throat. Him giving him a gentle tug around your neck to gage your reaction, smirking as you moan softly.
He tightens the grip on the belt around your throat, groaning as your push back against him instinctively.
"You want me to fuck you, baby?" He growls, loosening the grip on the belt enough for your to speak.
"Yes, Sir."
"No, no, I want to hear you beg for me."
"Please Sir, fuck me."
The belt tightens slightly around your throat as you hear Billy quickly undo his pants, his free hand coming down and cupping your core, you letting out a choked gasp when he slapped your swollen clit harshly.
"Dripping for me, such a dirty little slut. Like being treated like this, do you?"
He pushes into you roughly from behind, making sure he still had a tight enough grip on the belt, making sure you had enough air to breathe.. but just barely as he began roughly thrusting into you. Groaning at the feeling of your pussy around him.
The belt drops from your neck before his hands grip your hair tightly, tugging on it roughly and pulling your head back as he thrust into you, his strong body looming over you and his breath hot in your ear.
"You look like the perfect little slut right now." He breaths into your ear, tugging on your hair and chuckling darkly, his thrusts only becoming rougher as he pants in your ear.
"You're going to do everything I say from now on, Princess. You're mine, is that understood?"
You whimper, nodding your head as you feel your orgasm building and your stomach tightening almost painfully as you feel yourself on the precipice of the most intense pleasure you've ever felt.
"Answer."
"I'm yours."
He picks up his thrusts, ensuring he hits that sweet spot within you that turns you into a shuddering, whimpering, moaning mess as he pulls on your hair tightly, the pain only making it more intense.
"Cum for me, slut."
His words send you over the edge as you come undone beneath him. Tightening almost painfully around him as you cry out his name, your legs shaking beneath you as you struggled to stay on your hands and knees, it seems that the pleasure just kept surging through you as Billy sloppily thrusts into you before you feel his seed fill you.
You collapse face first onto the bed as Billy falls beside you, panting and attempting to catch his breath.
"That was-" he shudders and quickly gathers himself as he reaches for the lotion he had placed on his nightstand, putting some on his hands and gently rubbing the reddened and bruised skin on your ass, humming softly to himself.
"Are you okay, Princess?" He asks gently, massaging the skin gently and watching your carefully.
"I'm- that was.." You weren't sure what words to use but you wanted more.
"You want to do that more?" He asks gently, reaching up and running a hand gently through dampened hair and you nod shyly and he smirks, leaning down and placing a kiss on your forehead.
"We can do that, but first, we're showering, and I'm taking you out for dinner."
You smile lazily at him, unsure if you can walk, but his soothing words and the feel of his hands gently on your skin make you feel relaxed.
"And then?" You ask gently and Billy smirk only widens.
Reading dozens of Billy fanfiction…it’s come to my attention our boy is a Pleasure dom. No one can tell me that he wouldn’t come just by hearing you pant, “daddy.” And clutching at his hair or shoulders.
Billy 'happy screams' Hargrove? Absolutely. But he's also all about that buildup too, going down on you until you orgasm quickly is boring, no he is all about that slow buildup. Teasing you, waiting until you're almost at the edge before ripping it away and starting again, he'll do this a few times before letting you come undone with a cry and he'll watch with a smirk as you arch off the bed and cry out his name. He'll keep going until your begging him to stop and that's when he'll grip your thighs and pull them apart and tell you confidently "now the real fun begins." Maybe it was his lack of love as a child but he has always been about the teasing and the pleasing, mainly the pleasing. Plus it's an ego thing too, there ain't nothing sexier than watching a woman come undone because of him, it's a big ass power trip and probably his favourite kind.
Is it just me or do we all collectively agree Billy fucking loves pussy. Eating it to the point where you have to push him off. Using his fingers, (I wanna know his ring size for science purposes) and being upset with forcing your legs open if you were clenching your legs together.
Oh, absolutely, the boy is fiend d for it. He is down there at any opportunity he can get, whether it's using his mouth, fingers, or both. He's not afraid to do it in public either, you'll be sitting in the school library and feel his hands trailing up your skirt and him giving you a pencil to bite into, or the back of his Camaro outside your house, he gets a thrill knowing he's doing all these sinful things to you. At the same time, your parents are a few feet away watching television inside. Though his all-time favourite thing is face-sitting, he loves having you sit on his face so he can go to town. And he won't stop until you're a sobbing, sweaty mess above him, and then he'll just smirk at you and be like, "Oh, I'm not even close to being done, Princess." And you're, unfortunately, why Max knows what happy screams are.
I feel like we don’t talk enough about non sexual dominance. Like being guided around while walking, being told where to sit, grabbing ur chin so that u look at them and just so many more things. I think I crave that type of dominance.
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