Please Write A Billy Hargrove Smut

Austin Butler as Vernon Jefferson Peak in new Eddington trailer

Piercings P. 2

pt. 1

warnings: swearing, shitty flirting

again, i will continue the story if someone (literally if one person) wants me to

written in third person; no use of "y/n." reader is referred to with female pronouns and terms of endearment.

after getting eddie's number from rick, she returned to her trailer, setting her bag on the counter and grabbing the phone off the receiver on the wall. she dialed his number, shifting her weight from foot to foot as the phone rang. after a minute, the phone was answered.

"hello?"

it wasn't eddie's voice.

"oh, hello," she began, a bit embarrassed. had she dialed the wrong number?

"you need somethin'?" the voice asked.

"uh, do you know an eddie munson? i—i was told this was his number..."

"oh," the man huffed a laugh, "yeah, he's my nephew, lives with me. you jus' missed him, actually. jus' left for a campaign or whatever the hell he calls 'em. he should be back tomorrow mornin' if you wanna call back then."

"okay, thank you so much," she replied.

"i'll tell him you called if i see him, leave your number on the counter if you can give it to me."

she gave him her number then the two said their goodbyes. she returned the phone to the receiver and began making herself dinner.

the following morning, she woke up to the phone ringing. she contemplated ignoring it, but when she remembered the phone call from last night, she scrambled out of bed. she rushed to the phone, grabbing it off the receiver.

"hello?" she questioned, sounding quite excited.

a familiar chuckle came from the phone.

"you called last night, sweetheart?" eddie asked.

her face flushed.

"yeah."

"how'd you get my number?"

"rick gave it to me."

"of course he did..." he sighed. she could practically hear the smirk on his face.

"sorry if i'm bothering you, i just..."

"wanted to go out with me?" he guessed.

"yeah," she admitted.

"you free tonight?"

"yeah, do you have somewhere we can go?"

"you like swimming, sweetheart?"

"yeah?"

she felt embarrassed saying "yeah" for a third time, but it was too late for her to say something different.

"i'll come get you tonight, wear a swimsuit and bring extra clothes."

"okay."

"bye, princess."

"bye, eddie."

she hung the phone back on the receiver, face flushed.

did she spend the whole day picking a bikini to wear, extra clothes, styling her hair, and doing her makeup? yes.

when eddie pulled up to her house at 5:30, she was sitting on the porch. she stood, walking down the steps and rushing to the passenger side of his van. she wore a pair of denim shorts over her bikini bottoms and just a bikini top, her extra clothes in her backpack.

"you ready, baby?" he asked, grinning.

"yeah," she stated, smiling in return.

ten minutes later, they pulled up to lover's lake.

"really?" she giggled.

"what?" he retorted, grinning.

"lover's lake?" she pressed.

"there's no other lakes nearby."

"uh huh. right."

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I hope this reaches the right audience

I hate when writers become so misogynistic towards women. Like please STOP using women as a tool just for a plot line especially for those female characters who already have so many layers just to be reduced as a plot tool for the story and general audience… they’re more than just being seen as a pusher for something.

Black Magic Woman

overview: people joked about her being a witch. billy—believing that the supernatural or magic was all bullshit—still started messing around with her. and he managed to prove himself wrong, for once.

warnings: use of magic, mentions of violence/death, swearing, smoking, aftermath of sexual encounters described

this is short and i may continue it, i will add the link to the second part here if i do

written in third person, no use of "y/n." reader is referred to using female pronouns and terms of endearment.

people insisted that she was a witch, for whatever reason. it sounded as if they were grabbing at straws.

"she wears crystals all the time!"

"she knows latin!"

"she has all these satanic tattoos!"

and there were the rumors.

"the last guy who cheated on her died in a car accident a few days later..."

"her old friends say she used to do rituals at sleepovers..."

"apparently she's always shopping for herbs and candles, seems pretty witchy to me..."

all that crazy bullshit. but, billy never believed a word of it. magic was bullshit to him. nobody could do shit like that. he knew, because he'd be one of the bastards who could use magic if it was possible.

he managed to weasel his way into her heart; flirty smiles, eye contact, sneaky touches, and soft whispers.

"you get sexier each time we do this," she giggled from beneath him, both having just come down from a crazy high. her bare chest heaved, breasts bouncing softly. her hands gripped his biceps, her hair tousled heavily.

"i could say the same to you, princess," he purred, kissing her forehead as he pulled out of her.

"surprised you keep coming back and sleeping with 'the witch'," she teased as he laid beside her.

"c'mon, baby, we both know you ain't one," he whispered, kissing her neck, rubbing her thigh gently.

she hummed softly, scooting closer to him.

half an hour later, she was fast asleep. maneuvering out of bed, billy pulled his discarded boxers on and began looking around her room. one of his buddies had encouraged him to do it next time they slept together, saying it'd prove who was right.

sliding open her closet door, he noticed a box on the floor. he knelt down, pulled the box out, and opened it.

candles, crystals, herbs, statues, papers with sigils written on them, wood with carvings in them, and a spell book sat within it. he grabbed the book and opened it, flicking through the pages. he had expected it to be one of those stupid joke ones with spells like "how to make your crush like you" and potion ingredients like "griffin's beak," "dragon wing," or "a vampire's fang." but, no. everything in it was hand written, some words smudged or damaged by droplets of some sort of liquid on them. the ingredients in 'potions'? all mundane things, things that could be found in any town, almost any store. the 'spells'? written in old english, some even in latin.

her bed creaked as she shifted, causing him to jump slightly. he threw a glance over his shoulder, checking that she was still asleep. he closed the book and returned it to its place in the box. he closed it and shoved the box back into her closet. as he stood, he closed the door.

surely, it was all just jokes. all bought to play into the mockery. she had set it up, knowing he'd probably look around, right?

"fucking weirdo," he muttered as he walked back towards the bed. he didn't mean it, never meant anything mean he said about her.

he climbed back into bed, his arm snaking around her waist and pulling her close. he buried his face into her neck, pressing a kiss to her flesh.

"my fucking weirdo, though," he sighed.

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