#Billy Quinn

[haydenslvr]

he’s so mesmerizing…

[ventressism]

God I’ve seen what you’ve done for others

[erosmutt]

ok like i dont expect you to write this or anything its more just food for thought- which hayden characters, including hayden, would be a boobs guy, a butt guy, or thigh guy or something else lmaooo

ugh i luh yew for this. disclaimer, most of them are ass men <3

☆ HAYDEN : ass

I'll be real... I don't know. All his exes are flat skinny girls... KIDDING! Hayden is an ass man! He's not one to objectify, but he can appreciate a nice ass when he sees one. He's the type to give your ass a swat in passing, just because. Or because he likes to see it jiggle. Either way, he likes to touch it. Fills his hand nicely.

☆ SAM : boobs

Sam... just objectifies girls. All the time. He's a horny teenage boy, and nothing gets him off quicker than a nice rack on a girl. His favorite pastime is watching the volleyball girls play, and all he can imagine is grabbing at their tits, or burying his face into them.

☆ SCOTT : boobs

Scott'll stare at your tits shamelessly. Especially since Horizon's activities call for so much hard labor, you're constantly moving and working up a sweat. You mostly wear camisoles and tanktops, so he has an amazing view of your cleavage. Plus you sweating usually equals a see through top, which is an amazing perk.

☆ ANAKIN : boobs

Anakin hates that he can't see your body well in your Jedi attire, but he can see your breasts a bit because of the fabric straining against them. He gets distracted during training watching your tits bounce while you swing your saber about.

☆ JAMES : ass

ass man. ASS. MAN. James' favorite position is doggystyle because he gets to watch your ass ripple and jiggle when his hips smack into it. he'll do double takes when he's walking down the street after seeing a girl with a fat ass. bonus points if you're chubby - fatter ass and a whole lotta whole lotta for him to grab onto!

☆ CLAY : thighs

Clay loves your thighs because they make such a comfortable resting spot. After a hectic day at the office, all he wanted was to bury his head in your plush thighs to relax. The way you'd play in his hair while he rested was also even better.

☆ BILLY : hips

No matter what, Billy always has his hands on your hips. he loves to stand behind you, loves to feel you up. whenever you try and step away, he grabs you by your hips and pulls you back into him. he likes the sense of power it gives him.

☆ LORENZO : boobs + waist

Your body was what initially drew Lorenzo in, but your resourcefulness was a plus, so he said. Totally not your cleavage and waist. He helped you get dressed one morning (he was squatting at your place hiding from Gerbino, go figure) and he refused to get his hands off your waist. Just constantly roaming from your tits to your waist, back and forth. He kept saying it was to adjust your undergarments which you knew was NOT true but... it felt good, so you didn't make a move to stop him.

☆ LUKE : ass

For the same reasons as James and Billy. He loves to worship your body, loves to touch on you, just to be near you. He loves you, but the thing that really made him fall in love was your ass in the jeans you wore on your first date together.

☆ KURT : ass

He just loves your ass. Just does. He loves eating it too. He'll absolutely fiend for you, antsy for you to come home so he can worship your ass. Spank it, grip it, fuck it... any and everything. If it can be done, he'll do it to your ass.

☆ DON : thighs

Don likes to rest. He's content with just sitting. Napping, reading a book, just nothing too strenuous. One day you came and sat on his thigh after washing the dishes, and the way your thighs squished and spread had him curious. Despite being married for a few years, you two had only been intimate a handful of times, which meant he hadn't paid your body much attention. So he began to invite you to sit on his lap, and one hand would idly caress your thighs while the other would jot down notes as he prepped for his next sermon.

☆ VADER : hips

He feels like he has control over you when he holds you by your hips. Plus his hands are so large, it's hard for you to get out of his grasp... generally.

☆ AJ : ass

AJ can appreciate any woman's body, but it's something about a girl's ass that always gets him. He's always at fancy gatherings courtesy of his job, so there are always women wearing fancy dresses - most that accentuate their figures. Also, strip clubs. Can't forget those. His favorite thing about the clubs is the dancers bending over right in his face. All he wants to do is give their asses a good, firm smack. He wished they had a bit more, though. Why do they always hire skinny, flat girls to be dancers?

☆ LEO : hips

You two went to dinner after getting engaged, and the dress you wore had him in a frenzy. It wasn't a skimpy dress or anything either, it just accentuated your natural curves. While he was guiding you around, his hand was on your hips at all times. He'd occasionally give a slight squeeze, not to tease you, just because he needed to have a feel of you constantly.

☆ STEPHEN : thighs + boobs

Stevie likes anything about a woman that's maternal. Or, what he considers maternal. Big breasts, thick thighs... those are all things he associates with a mature woman. So naturally, he wants a woman with those physical attributes!

[speaknow-sw]

Brainrot TikTok things I think Hayden characters could say :

“What the sigma ?” - Stephen Glass

“Do you do weddings ?” - David Rice

“Raw. Next question.” - Billy Quinn

“Who is this diva ?” - Lorenzo di Lamberti

“Idk leave me alone pls” - Sam Monroe

“And the world kept spinning” - Clay Beresford

“Post this on ig reels” - Scott Barringer

“Flying cars they said…” - Anakin Skywalker

“Just put the fries in he bag bro” - James Kelly

“AND THE CROWD…oh…the crowd is leaving” - AJ

“I’m employed what does this mean ?” - William Beeman

« AI could NEVER recreate this” - Luke Ryder

BONUS : “Noooo my shaylaaaa…” - James Kelly

Haydenismyman on TikTok did the same

[thesassypadawan]

Say I Love You (Billy x FemReader)

Summary: Love. The one thing you want most in the world. What you hoped to find with moving to the big city. And receive from your new ‘caring’, ‘doting’ boyfriend.

Warnings: 18+ (mdni), because there’s sooo much of the smut. Corruption, loss of innocence, toxicity, fingering, and…Billy's chubby, big dick.

Notes: I would love to hear what all you, lovelies, think! If you would like to see more of Billy or even a part 2 to this! Also, please, feel free to send any requests for him! 💛

- Firm grip encloses your wrists; gently pulls them away, exposing your delicate skin. “Uh-uh. No hiding, kittycat.” Blue eyes sweep over the gentle curve of your neck, the ample swell of your breasts. “Let me see, really look at you before…”

- Wriggling, whimpering beneath him. Face grows flush, burns hot from the intensity of his hungry gaze. From laying bare in front of someone for the very first time in your modest, little life. “Be-before what?”

- Smirk crosses his handsome face, low chuckle rumbles in his chest. “I mark up this beautiful skin.” Hands settle, squeeze your hips firmly. “Make a gorgeous mess of your body.” As he leans down, licks a long stripe from your cleavage to your collarbone. “Show you what real love is.” Sucking lightly…

- Biting down, his teeth sink slightly into your sensitive flesh. A high-pitched whine escapes from the back of your throat. An unfamiliar, dizzying sensation of shame mixed with obscene pleasure sending heat to your core. “You…you p-promise.”

- “Course.” Lips trail slowly, teeth scrape ever so slightly. Leaving heated kisses, tiny nips across your chest. Patches of red…purple blooming in their wake. “Why would I lie to you?”

- Calloused fingertips find your nipple; rolls, pinches it. Eliciting sweet mewls of arousal, desperation. Struggling to process mentally, unable to handle physically his indecent touches. “Biiiillly!”

- “Good girl, encouraging me so cutely.” Licking your other pert nub, teasing it with his tongue. He reaches, slips his fingers between your thighs. Groaning softly, collecting some of your slick…smearing it across your folds.

- Circling around, briefly plunging two into your sopping cunt. Small wail escaping, hips unintentionally buck into his; seeking, craving more. “Already so needy…”

- Withdrawing, he dangles them before you. Lips curling up, clearly taking amusement in the way your pupils dilate. How you intently watch your juices trickle down his long digits, some stray drops splattering onto your breasts. “So wet…”

- Diligently, he licks them clean. Gaze locked with yours; taking his time, savoring the taste of you on each. Until he releases the last one with a wet pop. “Just how I want you, sweetheart.”

- Sobs wrack your body as he pushes three fingers into your warmth. Pumping steadily, pussy clenches around them. Thumb pressing your clit, tiny pricks stinging at your waterline. The sinful sound of squelching filling the air, echoing throughout his loft.

- Relentlessly, he continues to plunge. Stimulating, sending sparks of ecstasy straight to your aching core. “Ahhh, I’m…” Your hands tangle, fist the sheets; breaths come out in short gasps. While you rapidly speed towards, begin to teeter over the edge. “I’m…I’m…”

- “Not…yet…” Abruptly, he removes them. Muffled, strangled cry flies from you. Gummy walls flutter frantically, suddenly empty. Tears flowing freely; running down your pink cheeks, splotchy neck. “Not till you say…I love you.”

- “I love you!” You squeak, hands scrambling. Trying desperately to reach, pull him in close. Babbling uncontrollably, over and over. “I love you! I love you! I lo-”

- Gripping your knees, he pushes them towards your chest. Applying enough pressure to silence you. Fat, red tip prodding; taunting, rubbing at your slit. “See, that wasn’t so hard…was it?”

- Surging forward, Billy sheaths himself into your virgin hole. “So tight…” Head tipping back, stream of whimpers falls from your lips. “So perfect…” Which only grow louder, more pitiful when he thrusts deeper. An unfamiliar tearing, painful sensation shooting through your core. “All mine now…”

- “Nnngh…please!” Harshly he drives. Aggressively pounding, bullying your poor cunt. Giving you no time to adjust to his thick length, to the burning stretch. That has you moaning, shamefully begging. “More…n-need more!”

- “More? I'll give you more…” Pinning you to the bed, he cages you in with his strong arms. Folding you practically in half, legs nearly touching your ears. “Ruin you, fill you…so much that you'll never need another's love…”

- That’s all you've ever wanted, ever needed. Love; unconditional, absolute love. And if this is how Billy showed it, then you'll happily take it…again and again. Even if you're left sore…crying…pregnant… You'll remind yourself that they're tears of joy, while you cradle the precious bundle in your arms.

Tag List: @espinathena-17, @myheartwillgoon2022, @wifeofasith, @princessswifie, @kenobiskywalker16, @loverforoldermen, @decaffeinatedunicorn, @avescorner-blog, @jediavengers

[ary-berry]

He deserved more screen time I stg!! The sex scenes make me so damn… yes. Anyway live laugh love Hayden and I live for the mole on his back 🤷‍♀️

I said what I said. 🙈

[vrby9]

Curtainly looking, and needing to be one of haydens look alike girlfriend I am a good girlfriend i promise‼️ I wouldn't cheat or flirt with anyone while I'm dating I PROMISJSIE ANY HAYDEN LOOK ALIKES TAKE ME PLESDESSES IM TOO DESPERATE any other hayden roleplayers I js need someone bad🙏

I take girls too like @erosmutt @cupidkyu or anyone

I'm available right now.

[go-see-a-starwar]

HAYDEN CHRISTENSEN + SIENNA MILLER - FACTORY GIRL [2006]

[oopsyoufoundme]

Whew 🥵🥵🥵😩😩😩🤤🤤🤤🤤🤭🤭🤭

[haydenslvr]

he’s so fucking cute

[hanasnx]

❝ not alone anymore. ❞

── billy quinn x reader

MINORS DNI 18+ WORD COUNT: 2k SUMMARY: you meet a handsome stranger at a party, and go out for coffee after. NOTES: i wrote this a year ago and am getting it out of my drafts. WARNINGS: gn!reader | implied: attraction | mentioned: innuendo | smoking | cursing | no y/n.

You raked a hand through your hair, the cold night air fogging your breath as you stepped out the sliding glass door. Escaping the full swing of the party inside, you took refuge out on the balcony, and with trembling hands you struggled to take out a cigarette and a lighter. It was freezing out here compared to the stuffy inside, where the hot bodies dancing acted as a space heater. The dampness of your lips caught the cig, allowing you to check your watch for the time, wondering when you should be heading out. Staring at it for longer than a second told you that it had stopped at one AM. “Shit,” you muttered through your lips dangling the cigarette. How long had it been then? Tapping it out of anger didn’t work either, the face of the clock staring blankly at you. Instead, you tried to light your cig, cupping your hand around it. The lighter sparked, but didn’t catch, no matter how many times you rolled it. “C’mon, really?” A couple more times offered no solution, and you were about to toss and stamp the tobacco in your frustration.

“Need a light?” A voice coming from the side startled you, jumping in surprise, and turning to the source. It was dark out, but you could see. The source was tall, and you watched him rifle his pockets. 

“Please,” you replied, inviting him over. Gingerly, he stepped to you, and cupped his hand to protect the fire from the wind, offering it to you. You brushed your hair back and leaned in, letting him light the end for you. Gently, you breathed in, and pinched the cig between your fingers so you could blow the smoke away from him. He pocketed the lighter. 

“Sorry to scare you, thought you saw me.” he told you, but by this point you’d already forgotten. 

“Hm? Oh,” You wrapped an arm under your chest to protect your middle from the air and to prop up your elbow, sipping your cig leisurely. The smoke warmed your lungs. “no sweat. Don’t sweat it,” you mumbled, kicking the ground underneath you to hear your shoe scrape against the concrete. You sniffed, and glanced at him. “Thanks for the light.” He noticed your small smile, and leaned back against the wall. 

“No problem. It seemed like you were having a hard time,” Apparently he’d seen you curse at your watch and your lighter. 

“Yeah,” you scoffed, “I think I’m just ready to go home.”

“What’s keeping you?”

“Nothing, I guess,” You shrugged, rubbing your temple with the hand that held your cig. “Feel like if I go home, I’ll wonder why I didn’t stay. I’ve got that fear of missing out, you know?” You glanced at him after you asked the question, and you caught him looking at you already. You idled, having calmed down from the nicotine rush, you registered who you were speaking with. It hit you how cute this guy was. Dark hair, styled up in disheveled locks. Handsome face, with soft lips and crystal blue eyes. Perhaps it was a trick of the light, but you could’ve sworn he glanced at your mouth. 

“I get that,” he said softly, and you inhaled sharply at the sound of his lowered voice. 

You adjusted, mimicking him to rest against the wall, and flicking off the ash from your cig. “What about you? Why are you hiding out here?”

“Not really my scene. I’m just a wingman.” He peered over his shoulder to spy his friend cozying up with the woman he’d been talking to. “Looks like I’m a retired wingman.” He returned his gaze to you, shoving his hands in his pockets. 

“‘A wingman’?” you parroted in disbelief, and you looked him up and down. “You?” His lips curled at the question, recognizing it for what it was. A subtle flirt. He gave you a sly look, and to change the subject you offered him the butt end of the cig, “Care for a draw?” He accepted it, your cold hands brushing past one another, and you watched the sharp angle of his jawline as he took a drag. 

“Yeah, believe it or not,” he spoke through the smoke, some curling out from his nose. “I’ll be heading out soon.” You were still occupied by the butterflies that erupted in your stomach from the brief contact. 

“Shame,” you muttered without realizing, and while he took his second puff he eyed you curiously with a tilt of his head. 

“‘Shame’?”

You rolled with it, since it was too late to back track. “Shame,” You shook your head, listening to the bump of the bass inside shake the apartment. “I was just about to ask you if you wanted to come back in with me for a dance.” 

“Dance, huh?” he said with interest, handing off the roach. The temperature of your skin giving him an idea. “I’m not a big dancer.”

“I bet you’re great, c’mon,” You found yourself wanting him to stay. “Just one, I’ll be really nice even if you make a fool of yourself,” you assured, coaxing him. 

He merely shook his head, “Maybe next time,” It was an empty promise. “Nah, I wanna grab a cup of coffee. You should come with.”

“I’m just saying, I find it hard to believe that out of every animal on the planet you’d wanna be a… porcupine.” 

He eyed you over the rim of his mug, brows furrowed. He hissed when he placed it down. “And I’m just saying, that in a world full of predators, I’m gonna be the guy with the impaling armor.” 

You shimmied in your seat, sizing him up. “You wouldn’t wanna be a predator?” you teased. “Most guys I ask usually go for one of the big cats, gator, rhino, or gorilla—“

“—Those are the most popular options—?” 

“— From the guys I’ve asked, yes!” A smile tugged at his lips from the conversation, and you continued. “It’s science, really.”

“Science?”

“Science. I’m telling you. There’s a psychology to it.” 

“Explain,” He took another sip of his coffee. The diner you two occupied was cool toned, greens and silvers and blues. Empty, except for a gray bearded man in the corner, and the two of you sitting on the bar stools, facing each other. 

“The guys who say they’d be gator, those are the rednecks,” You began, and with fake interest, your companion perked up in his seat, flashing you a wide eyed expression. 

“Yeah?”

“Shut up,” you told him playfully, reaching over to nudge his shoulder. He rested his cheek on his fist, and gestured for you to go on. “So those are gonna be the guys with the camo, they’re from Florida primarily, probably carry without a license.” You listed on your fingers, crossing your legs. “Gorilla guys are the big, buff for no reason— like The Rock-level buff— maybe less. From my research,” He raised his brows at you in feigned intrigue, knowing this was based on nothing but your own observations. “they’re more of the hit-first-ask-questions-later type. Rhinos too, however I think Rhinos are the more husky of the two. Other than that, those have been pretty interchangeable. Now, the cats, that’s where it gets interesting.” He checked his watch and glanced up at you, and you rolled your eyes at his bad joke. “I’m almost done. Lions are the vain type, usually long hair, real pretty boys, probably have a tattoo of one or want a tattoo of one.” Your eyes searched the ceiling, feeling hot under his gaze for talking this long. “Tigers are the serene type, zen, yoga, I’ve-trained-with-a-bo-staff and studied-abroad. Jaguars, usually black jaguars, are the goths. The piercings, the tats, the rockstar hair, skinny jeans, and tight v-necks.” You met his eyes. 

“Done?”

“Mm-hmm,” You sipped your coffee, and added some cream before tasting it again. 

“So what about porcupine guys? What do you think of them?” he asked, downing the last of his drink. You saw how his downturned lips attempted to hide his smile, betraying his eagerness to hear your opinion of him. 

“Pretty cool, I guess.” You pushed out your lips, letting your gaze travel generously this time. “Tall, lanky—“ You noted the shift in his expression, and you revised, “—toned,” You narrowed your eyes, gauging his reaction. When it was satisfactory, you moved on, “Nice hair, pretty eyes. Very cool leather jacket.”

“What about personality?” he interjected, leaning back in his chair, and you were unable to ignore how he spread his knees. 

“Calm,” Was your first thought, and he quieted. “charming, endearing.” Your gazes met, locking eyes as you finished. “Hopelessly alluring.” 

As if to taunt you ever further, your companion inclined into your direction— and marginally you leaned in— but his purpose was to shed his leather jacket, sliding it off of his shoulders. Only encouraging his suspicions of your helpless attraction, you stare unapologetically, mesmerized by his elegant movement, and how close the two of you were. His dirty trick had done its dirty deed, and he folded the jacket within itself, tossing it onto the bar behind him so he could face you in his black turtleneck. One that highlighted his figure that had you wondering if he modeled clothing wear by the way he sported it like it was made for him. You moistened your lips and he glanced down at them, drawn to you like a moth to flame. 

His voice was soft, feather-light and carressed your ears like a saint’s prayer. “So what animal did you choose?” 

Having been lost in such a small and seemingly insignificant disrobing, you were stupefied. You shook your head as if to clear your brain fog, responding dreamily, “What?” 

Since you required reengaging, he crossed his arms and fixed his elbow at the edge of the bar so he could insert himself further into the conversation. Demanding your attention, and begging you to check out how thick his arms looked in his sleeves. “You ask all these guys their philosophical animals so what did you say when they asked you?” 

You flashed a confuddled furrow of your brow. Downturning your lips as you searched the corners of your mind for an answer even when it was doomed to chart a naughty course. “Um…” a single nervous chuckle emitted, “I don’t think anyone’s ever asked, actually.” All of a sudden, you were painfully aware of the kind of men you’ve been wasting your time with. 

Perhaps the self-proclaimed “predators” had a bad streak of being conceited. 

Somehow, he understood your entire thought process, watching your expressions shift. This was noted, but not commented on. “So?” he awaited your answer. 

It took you a second to decide. He had spat his so easy, ready with an explanation as soon as you’d thought up the question. Did he choose a creature based on his preference toward it, or was it just the intelligent answer? 

Did it really matter? It shouldn’t, yet here you were, worrying yourself over what this stranger would think of you. Pick you apart like you so carelessly did to the others in front of him. “I’ve always liked white foxes.” Insecure in your decision and how it shone through in your voice, implied an invitation for him to scrutinize you. You expected it. 

A very slight shift in his expression, how he tilted his head, and his oceanic blue eyes traveling you from head to toe— was unhelpful in easing your nerves. “A white fox,” he hummed, interested, playful. “The storybook archetype of a clever and intelligent creature.” You swallowed. “The symbol of trickery, or luck, depending on your culture.” He bowed his head forward to catch your eye, looking at you through his brows, “Cunning, silver-tongued, and beautiful. However,” The start of his new sentence implied something promising, adjusting in his seat to tap his finger onto the bar. “a white fox suggests you hide something.” 

It refreshed you to hear his thoughts about you. Eloquently stated, without sparing too many details. You hadn’t connected any dots without his assistance, but you were more alike to a white fox than you anticipated. Your famed animal inquiry allowed you a small and idiotic window into how people thought of themselves. Not only had he played your game, but he turned it around on you. 

“Is that a bad thing?” you asked, unable to tear your eyes away from each other. 

“I like a good mystery.” 

[erosmutt]

﹙🎬﹚✧﹒filmography - hayden christensen

﹒ıllı﹐Family Passions : '93 - '94

★﹒﹒Skip McDeere

⌕﹒﹒N/A

﹒ıllı﹐The Virgin Suicides : 1999 , R

★﹒﹒Jake Hill Conley

⌕﹒﹒link

﹒ıllı﹐Trapped in a Purple Haze : 2000 , R

★﹒﹒Orin Krieg

⌕﹒﹒tubi

﹒ıllı﹐Higher Ground : 2000

★﹒﹒Scott Barringer

⌕﹒﹒tubi , the cw

﹒ıllı﹐Life as a House : 2001 : R

★﹒﹒Sam Monroe

⌕﹒﹒link

﹒ıllı﹐Star Wars: Episode II - Attack of the Clones : 2002

★﹒﹒Anakin Skywalker

⌕﹒﹒link

﹒ıllı﹐Shattered Glass : 2003

★﹒﹒Stephen Glass

⌕﹒﹒ tubi, sling, roku channel

﹒ıllı﹐Star Wars: Episode III - Revenge of the Sith : 2005

★﹒﹒Anakin Skywalker / Darth Vader

⌕﹒﹒link

﹒ıllı﹐Factory Girl : 2006 , R

★﹒﹒Billy Quinn

⌕﹒﹒link

﹒ıllı﹐Virgin Territory : 2007 , R

★﹒﹒Lorenzo di Lamberti

⌕﹒﹒link

﹒ıllı﹐Awake : 2007 : R

★﹒﹒Clayton Beresford

⌕﹒﹒link, tubi, plex, pluto tv, the cw

﹒ıllı﹐New York, I Love You : 2008 : R

★﹒﹒Ben

⌕﹒﹒tubi, peacock, pluto tv, sling, roku channel, plex

﹒ıllı﹐Jumper : 2008

★﹒﹒David Rice

⌕﹒﹒link

﹒ıllı﹐Vanishing on 7th Street : 2010 : R

★﹒﹒Luke Ryder

⌕﹒﹒link, tubi, peacock, sling, roku channel

﹒ıllı﹐Takers : 2010

★﹒﹒AJ

⌕﹒﹒link

﹒ıllı﹐Outcast : 2014

★﹒﹒Jacob

⌕﹒﹒link, pluto tv, roku channel

﹒ıllı﹐American Heist : 2014, R

★﹒﹒James Kelly

⌕﹒﹒link

﹒ıllı﹐90 Minutes in Heaven : 2015

★﹒﹒Don Piper

⌕﹒﹒link

﹒ıllı﹐First Kill : 2017

★﹒﹒Will Beeman

⌕﹒﹒link, tubi, pluto tv

﹒ıllı﹐Little Italy : 2018 : R

★﹒﹒Leo Campoli

⌕﹒﹒link, tubi, sling, the cw

﹒ıllı﹐The Last Man : 2019 : R

★﹒﹒Kurt Matheson

⌕﹒﹒link, tubi, plex, roku channel

﹒ıllı﹐Obi-Wan Kenobi : 2022

★﹒﹒Anakin Skywalker / Darth Vader

⌕﹒﹒link

﹒ıllı﹐Ahsoka : 2023

★﹒﹒Anakin Skywalker

⌕﹒﹒link

[speaknow-sw]

guys the sex scene in factory girl just cured every mental illness i have. like HELLO??? LET ME RIDE HIM TOO PLEASE??? HE'S SO HOT??? LIKE I KNOW MY STOMACH WOULD BE BULGING AND EVERYTHING??? PUT HIM IN ME??? I WANT TO RIDE HIM UNTIL HIS DICK FALLS OFF???

SO REALLLLLLL UGH I NEED HIM. He’s such a dirty boy.

I bet he likes degrading you, pounding into your poor abused cunt, calling you a slut and a filthy whore while you’re clutching the headboard in sheer desperation as he fuck you senseless. You’re so dumb from his powerful thrusts and his sack slapping against your perineum. The man is so flexible he can put you in every positions he can think of…

I need my own Billy Quinn to fold me in two !!

[xhunnybeeex]

i need good hayden/hayden character fics. please give me recomendations 🙏 either on here, wattpad, or ao3.

[thesassypadawan]

💛🧡Billy (Mr. Tambourine Man)🧡💛

Say I Love You (Billy x FemReader) *Smut*

Summary: Love. The one thing you want most in the world. What you hoped to find with moving to the big city. And receive from your new ‘caring’, ‘doting’ boyfriend.

[jadegmfu]

“baby we both know..”

“fuck i love you so much.”

why is he kinda slowly looking like “do i wanna know?”