𖤐 ━ ˗ˏˋ i had to write out this possessive billy bullshit, cuz the idea in my brain is like the fucking jaws theme song. i cannot escape and the brain worms won’t leave until i write. it. out. even tho this character is so wildly out of realm from what i usually write, i’m dipping my toe in.
𖤐 ━ ˗ˏˋ for me and the ten billy loomis fans on tumblr.
𖤐 ━ ˗ˏˋ cw ꒱ cursing, possessive billy, jealous billy — bro’s a little unhinged in this, billy who wants you to crawl inside his ribcage, consent is a turn on, fucking in the backseat of his car, choking, getting caught.
Talking to Randy Meeks is charity work. You’ve never met someone who talks so much bullshit and says absolutely nothing at the same time.
You should’ve made Billy come to the video store alone.
Randy caught you browsing the horror section, riding up on his dumb fucking movie cart and almost knocking you over. You pretended not to see him, fingers tracing along the spines of different classics like you’re studying for a test.
“And so, yeah, in 1978, Jamie Lee’s first horror movie role —,”
“Was in Halloween. Yes, I know Randy. You’ve told me this about a hundred times.” You roll your eyes and give up, finally facing him.
He grins, crossing his arms as he leans against the shelf, trying to seem cooler than he is. “Smart girl. Surprised you remember.”
You give him a unimpressed look, hoping your thoughts of “please hurry back Billy, for the love of god,” will reach your boyfriend telepathically. “Right. It’s not like I’m dating the biggest horror fan known to mankind or anything, idiot.”
Randy makes a face. “Gross. I’m going to pretend you didn’t say that.”
“Whatever.” You turn to walk away but Randy catches your wrist, squeezing. You stare at him incredulously. “Randy, you don’t want to do that,” you warn.
“Oh I think I do. I wanted to ask if you’d study with me after I get off work tonight.”
“There’s not a chance in hell my girlfriend is doing shit with you, douchebag.” Billy steps up beside you, looking pissed beyond belief. You sigh in relief.
Randy drops your wrist as if it burns. “Why the hell not?” He protests, puffing his chest and raising his chin a little.
“Because you’re a spineless creep who’s too dumb to understand what goes on in class,” he bites. “She’d fail if she looked at your shit.”
“I’m smarter than you, asshole! She’s asked to borrow my notes before!”
Billy grins, a nasty twist of his lips. He steps closer, lowers his voice. “Oh yeah? Well she let me hit it raw the first we fucked and I’ve done it every time since then.”
Your jaw drops. “Billy!” You hiss. “What the fuck!” Embarrassment eats you alive as you smack him the shoulder so hard it hurts your hand.
Randy goes bright red. He sputters something about needing to restock candy upfront and vanishes, Billy sneering as he runs with his tail between his legs.
You’re pissed at Billy, of course. And, as pissed at yourself as you are for this, his blatant possessive behavior turns you on. Bad. Your pussy throbs.
You twist a hand in the sleeve of Billy’s flannel and drag him towards the door, pinching his side when he waves his fingers at Randy with a smug smirk.
At his car, you point to the backseat with a scowl. Billy laughs and opens the door, sliding in. You speed to the other side and join, slamming the door shut.
Billy looks far too amused.
“What the fuck is wrong with you, Billy!” You smack him in the chest this time.
Billy rolls his eyes, still smiling. “A whole lot of shit, babygirl. But you already knew I wasn’t about to let that little prick flirt with you in my face.”
“What if I wanted to study with Randy, huh? You’re just not gonna give me a choice?” You challenge, looking him dead in the eye.
That wipes his smile clean off. His face darkens, brows pinching together. “You don’t get a fucking choice. You’re my girl, mine. You’re not hanging out with Randy so he can try and worm his way into your pants.”
You huff, staying silent. Billy sighs and rubs his eyes with the heels of his palms. “Just, c’mere,” he pleads, taking your hand and tugging. You slide into his lap, straddling him, the ache in your pussy becoming harder to ignore.
“You know I don’t want to be with Randy.”
“I know.” Billy holds your hips, thumbs rubbing over the bone. “Do you still love me?”
You smile softly, pressing your foreheads together. “Of course, dummy.”
Billy brushes his lips over yours, whispering, “then show me who you belong to.”
You groan. Nobody can judge you for how hot under the collar Billy’s jealousy gets you, or why you let him get away with so much bullshit. He’s just… Billy. And you’re in love with him.
His hands slide down your thighs, then up under your skirt, as you press hot kisses along his jaw, down the side of his throat. Sucking a hickey where it’s just this side of too high to cover without a turtle neck. Billy moans and grips your ass, tilting his head to the side.
Your hands run down to his pecs and stop to squeeze, then trail lower to play with button on his jeans. “Pull them down,” you demand.
Billy raises an eyebrow. “So bossy. You want my cock so bad, huh?” he teases, unbuttoning his jeans and shoving them, along with his underwear, to mid thigh. His dick bobs and smacks his lower belly, the sound muffled by his shirt.
“Duh,” you tease back, eyeing his cock. “Now help me so I can ride you.”
Billy hums, sliding your panties aside with two fingers, taking his cock in hand with the other until his tip presses against you. “Bounce on me, baby. Let me feel the tight pussy that everyone wants a taste of. That’s all for me.”
You sink down slowly, head dizzy with Billy’s words. “You’re so fucking jealous,” you moan. His cock stuffs you so fucking well, and you let out a little sigh when your ass meet his thighs.
“You’re goddamn right I am,” he says through his teeth, lashes fluttering. He wraps one hand around your neck, applying pressure. The other smacks your ass hard enough to leave a mark, grabbing a handful. “Now fuck me, baby. I know you can.”
He keeps his hand on your throat as you ride him. Guiding you with it. You cling to the seat behind him, nails digging into soft fabric, and the harder he squeezes the more blood rushes to your face.
“Billy,” you wheeze, pussy clenching tight and relaxing over and over. M’gonna cum! Feels so good, please make me cum.”
“Yeah? Anybody can see through these windows, ya know. Watching you take my dick like a good girl. So pretty.” He stares with such intensity a shiver rattles your spine. His cheeks are bright pink when he breathes, “I’d let you crack open my ribs and hide next to my heart if you wanted.”
Morbid words send heat flaring through your limbs. Billy frees your throat and the intake of air buzzes in your head. You bury your face in his shoulder, listening to Billy pant as he grinds his hips against your ass, cumming with a whimper.
You never even notice Billy staring out the window with a shit eating grin, flipping Randy off as he stands frozen in shock not even ten feet away from the car.