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Please write a Billy Hargrove smut

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Midnight Car Ride

overview: she and elvis were cast as leads in a small, upcoming horror romance film and are making the trip to set together, for convenience.

warnings: smoking

this is a more horror type piece because i love horror and this seems like the perfect idea to write about.

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

the road was illuminated by the soft glow of the headlights, the sound of crickets chirping coming in through the open windows. she sat quietly in the passenger seat, smoking a cigarette as she gazed out of the window and into the thicket of trees. elvis sat beside her, driving with a cigar between his lips.

they had been on the road since noon, heading to the set of the horror film they were to star in. she would play a lake monster and he'd play the man who owned the inherited property the lake lay on. the characters were set to fall in love, in a bit of a morbid way. but, with the rising love of horror, colonel parker insisted he take the chance. so, elvis did.

elvis, who had been lost in a tired haze, was abruptly brought out of it when a deer ran into the road. slamming on the brake pedal, his hand flew over to keep her from being violently jerked forward. they sat in silence for a moment after that, his forearm still across her chest. she let out a faint breath and sat back while elvis retracted his arm. as he continued down the road, a tad slower now, he spoke.

"y'alright, darlin'?" he questioned, flicking the ash of his cigar out the window.

she nodded, "are you?"

he chuckled, the sound warm and calming in the eerie night.

"'m jus' fine, darlin'."

and the silence returned. they had spoken quite a bit when the trip began, but now they were simply exhausted and the startle of nearly hitting a deer had put them both on edge. she became more paranoid, watching the tree line more closely. she put her cigarette in the ashtray and rolled up her window, continuing to stare out of it. she adjusted her fur coat on her shoulders, hiding the once exposed body parts, hoping to rid her skin of the goosebumps that had risen.

he glanced over, noticing her sudden change. he couldn't blame her. he too put his cigar in the ashtray, driving with both hands on the wheel, yet he kept his window down. he enjoyed the cool breeze. but, just as he was about to speak once more, the chirping of the crickets ceased. the night fell quiet, the sound of the car running and the wind blowing being heard.

she felt the hair on the back of her neck stand on end. she glanced over at him, then at his hands on the wheel. she noticed the goosebumps on his skin.

she wasn't the only one unsettled.

"put up your window," she insisted. most people weren't so insistent to him, as he was the king, but she did not care about such a title. she was too scared to be incredibly polite.

but, he did as told.

just a moment later, the headlights flickered. once, twice, three times. then out they went. they were enveloped in darkness, the full moon barely illuminating the tree-lined road.

knowing it was unsafe to continue without working headlights, elvis pulled over. once off the road, he reached for the door handle, planning to get out to see what was wrong. but, she suddenly grabbed his arm, a silent command for him to stay still. her eyes were trained on something in the woods.

just before he went to question what she saw, a man emerged from the treeline. the man approached the car, peering into her window, meeting eyes with both of them. the man then walked across the road and back into the woods on the opposing side. then, the headlights flickered back to life.

she and elvis shared a glance, both disturbed. but, without another moment of hesitation, elvis continued down the road.

the crickets began chirping again and the heavy tension ceased.

they reached the set by morning and began filming. the two never spoke of the encounter, keeping to different topics when conversing between takes.

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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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Post Game Relief

overview: hawkins loses a basketball game and his girlfriend calms him down

warnings: swearing, oral (m receiving), body hair (it's sexy, stfu), descriptive(?), smoking, face fucking

third person, no use of "y/n"—reader will be referred to with female pronouns & terms of endearment

requested by: @youredgygf

first time writing smut, sorry if it's not good, i tried 😭

to say billy was pissed after losing the game would be an understatement. if it hadn't been for her rushing to him after it ended, he probably would've left the school in a police cruiser.

now, he laid in her bed, eyes shut as he smoked his tenth cigarette. most of their clothes had been discarded, leaving both in merely their underwear. she straddled his thighs, caressing his abdomen and tracing the waistband of his boxers.

"y'still upset?" she whispered, looking up at him as she pulled the waistband of his boxers then released, letting it slap against his hip.

"no, baby, i'm peachy," he retorted, exhaling a cloud of smoke.

she rolled her eyes slightly, huffing.

"i could help you call down," she grinned softly, tugging at his waistband.

that made him open his eyes, his eyebrows rising slightly.

"yeah?" he asked rhetorically.

she nodded, rolling her hips against his. he quickly reciprocated, rolling his hips up against hers.

after a few minutes of getting him worked up, she stopped, sliding down his thighs a bit. he groaned, his eyes opening ever so slightly.

"what the fuck?" he snapped.

"calm down, you big baby, i'm getting there," she huffed dramatically, rolling her eyes yet again.

she tugged his boxers down, letting his cock spring out. it stood at full attention, the tip a deep pinkish-red and leaking precum. thick, dark blonde curls surrounded the base, reeking of his cologne that he always sprayed down his pants.

she leaned down, pressing a kiss to his tip. her hands gripped his thighs, pushing them apart slightly. a faint breath escaped him as he sunk further into the mattress, his head tilting back ever so slightly. his eyes fell shut yet again.

she ran her tongue along the underside of his cock, receiving a slight groan from him. she smirked slightly.

"you want more?" she asked.

"don't start fucking talking like this, i could switch this shit up real fast," he snapped.

"okay, jeez, don't even give me a chance to have my fun," she rolled her eyes yet again.

she leaned down yet again, taking his entire length into her mouth with practiced ease. a strangled groan escaped billy as his hips bucked up.

she began slowly bobbing her head, her tongue running over the prominent veins. she watched him through her eyelashes. usually she would've held eye contact with him, but the prick was keeping his eyes shut.

he began thrusting his hips up in time with her head bobbing, drawing a soft moan from her. he groaned yet again, his free hand moving to the back of her head.

as he began fucking her face, she made no move to pull away or stop him, simply allowing him to continue.

groans tore from his throat, his head pushed back into the pillow as he fucked her throat. she felt the tip hit the back of throat, making her gag softly. but she never dared pull away. she had promised to help him calm down.

he gripped her hair, continuing to fuck up into her throat. he held her head down, her nose pressed against the coarse hairs at his pelvis that reeked of his cologne. she moaned softly around him, and that did it.

a groan tore through his throat as he pressed his head back into the pillow. thick ropes of hot cum shot down her throat.

when his hand relaxed in her hair, she swallowed, then pulled off of his cock. as she sat up, he grabbed her chin.

"show me," he instructed. obediently, she opened her mouth, letting him see that she had swallowed.

"good girl," he murmured, smirking softly.

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