#billy and buddy

[its-to-the-death]

Battle of the Gingers Bracket F Round 1

Billy (Billy and Buddy/Boule et Bill) vs Dexter (Dexter's Laboratory)

[ultimate-good-dog]

Preliminary Polls 65

[elainiisms]

"that show is queerbaiting" maybe you just aren't evolved enough to appreciate those freaks being homoerotic but i am

[bonchobrick]

prompt idea where bad guys kidnap Captain Marvel and put him under a truth serum live on television. JL are desperately searching for Marvel's location while watching, fearing Marvel's livelyhood will be put at stake! but then...

Villain approaches Marvel with a smirk, "Tell me big red cheese, where do you live!"

Captain Marvel, "Oh dude im homeless!"

And literally like the interogation ends as quickly as it started because WHAT

--

villain: "wait so you... where do you sleep...?"

billy: "Outside, nice ol' comfy concrete."

villain: "Dont you have like.. a job?"

billy: "Does heroism count?"

villain: "....No."

the villain doesn't even continue cause he feels bad like damn end of broadcast dude.

[balu8]

Krings: Frou-Frou

[harveylikestoart]

Idk if the context of talking about lions shows they’re at the zoo…

but they’re at the zoo.

[bucketbarness]

what the FUCK is in the water this week? first we had ghosts winning an award, 911 bts, destiel went canon like 5 times due to the OFFICIAL spn youtube channel, Jensen proof of life, buddie and destiel both being mentioned in jeopardy, rings of power season 3 confirmed, ostark basically confirming buddie, ostark and Noah Kahan crossover, and now Chris Eccleston and Billie Piper reunion?

good lord I just keep winning aye I genuinely cannot keep up with all that's happening

[noiamexhausted02]

Okay I’m going to complain so be prepared. WHY THE FUCK ARE PEOPLE USING AI TO WRITE FANFICS WHY THE HELL DID I SEE A HANNIGRAM FIC AND IT SAID “AI-Generated” WHAT DO YOU MEAN?!?! And it’s also not the only fandom I have to go and exclude I don’t want them. I may be the only one, but it’s still aggravating.

[coderooster]

How is it possible for a man covered in boils to look the softest he's ever looked?!

How neither of the men in room jumped him I have no idea.

[guttedwhxre]

─ 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐎 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐋𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌 ❞ multiple slashers

UNDER THE CUT: bo sinclair, michael myers, billy loomis & stu macher

tw: reader death ment, violence, torture ment

author's note: photo courtesy of @/pngsnail <3 also, hi everyone! i missed you, did you miss me?

michael is one of the most particular of the slashers, and dating him means you must be able to handle his peculiarities. this requires patience and resilience to do so, losing your temper would only result in pissing him off. michael won’t have quarter for being patronized and demeaned, not anymore. a pissed off michael typically means a deadly michael — but your death won’t be immediate. he’ll toy with you, gradually making your life worse and worse. he’ll allow you to keep blowing up at him, snap at him, until one night michael ends it all, for good. as you look up at him while you bleed out on the floor, cursing him under your breath, he’ll slowly don his mask, and leave you there without a second thought. 

while he won’t allow a bad temper, or disrespect of any kind, michael is surprisingly lenient about you boundaries. as long as you’re firm, and gentle he’ll let it slide. in fact, he almost encourages it. in his own, twisted way. again, michael will push you in small ways until something is done about it. here you can blow up, or collect yourself and gently, yet firmly tell him what he’s done wrong and ask him to stop. that’s only the first part however, as you have to consistently keep these boundaries, or michael will push, push, and keep pushing. 

don’t let him threaten you. he’s not actually trying to kill you when he holds his blade to your neck, no, just testing you. even if you’re into that, you have to be able to differentiate between play time, and a test. once you know that’s he’s testing you, cut him off there. ask that he doesn’t put his knife to you outside of play time, and he’ll slowly drop the knife from your neck, tracing it down your front as he tries to initiate play. however, if you let him press the cold steel into your neck, sit still as his gaze rests on his knife and your supple flesh - he’ll stop there, for now. then another day, when he comes home, he’ll “accidentally” cut you with his knife, watch as you rush around to clean and cover up the wound, gently asking him to be more careful next time. more little “accidents” will follow, each one more life-threatening than the last, and it’ll become more apparent that michael is toying with you. he just wants to see what will happen! just because you let him each time, he wants to see your breaking point. if that ends in your death, well, michael still got what he wanted. to see you break. 

to be clear, michael isn’t very picky about what kind of person you are. just stay consistent, keep your boundaries and make them clear, don’t be a pushover, then you and michael will be very happy together.

𐙚˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩

bo is a simple man. at least, that’s how he’d describe himself. he describes his ideal mate as the perfect house-spouse kind — docile, quiet, stays out of the way. but that is far from the truth. someone who submits with no questions asked, all of the time, would bore him. nah, bo sinclair needs someone to match his temper, his fire, not take any of his bullshit. when he blows up, shouts, you need to be able to stand your ground, and sometimes shout right back. it surprises him being challenged, excites him, even. go ahead baby, put him in his place. 

like with michael, constantly shouting and losing your temper at bo wouldn’t be the best idea. it wouldn’t result in your death, just a constant, toxic cycle of fighting and making up. it’s not fun, nor is it worth the exhaustion. you have to be able to know when to fight fire with fire, and when to back down and let bo do his thing. 

bo, to be totally honest, isn’t the kindest guy. he puts on a front for the tourists, sure, but that’s just that – a facade. to be with bo sinclair, you have to have tough skin. he’ll throw more than one insensitive comment your way, about your hair that day, your complexion, hell your weight, even if it’s not intentional. he’s never had to hold his tongue before, why would he now? you’ve gotta stand up for yourself, or else the comments will keep coming, and probably worsen over time. 

all of the sinclair brothers have been through a lot, and it’s affected them in different ways. but for all of them, bo especially, empathy will go a long, long way. take into consideration why he lashes out the way he does and be able to understand why. you don’t have to excuse his actions, just be able to tolerate them, and of course — stand up for yourself. 

𐙚˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩

with billy and stu, you’ve gotta be able to take a joke. a lot of jokes, at that. at your expense, the expense of others, billy and stu have absolutely NO filter and that won’t change when you’re around. be happy it doesn’t! it means they trust you. billy is meaner than stu by a longshot, so be prepared for them to take shots at you. to get them to stop, or at the very least let up a little, go at them right back! joke back or tell them to fuck off, either works. just avoid the topic of mommy issues unless you want a knife to your neck in a not fun way. 

you don’t need something super special to make them interested in you — just be you. do your own thing, mind your own business, be content with yourself. that kind of casual confidence is enthralling, and if one of them picks up on it, trust me, the other will know shortly after. 

gotta be okay with a little kick-back every once in a while — stu likes to party and billy is just fine tagging along, so that means you have to be too! stick to one of them the whole party if you need, though i don’t suggest it as it can very well lead to semi-public sex. unless, sweet thing, that’s exactly what you’re looking for — then be my guest!

stu is handsy. incredibly so. he needs to touch you often, so you’ve gotta be okay with physical contact frequently. he can’t help it! you’re so precious and touchable it makes his heart melt (and his cock hard). if you say no one too many times he’ll tattle on you to billy, which nobody wants — least of all you. billy is fiercely protective of both of you, and stu knows how spoiled he is. he will surely use that to his advantage, even if it’s to your detriment. 

billy often takes the lead when it comes to the three of you, and stu gives up control willingly, eagerly even. you don’t have to be as excited about it as stu is, but it’s best to hand control over day to day decisions to billy. he gets a little bitchy if you don’t, and no one wants a bitchy billy. just whisper to him that he knows best, that’s he’s so strong and capable…and then maybe you can slip a little suggestion in, and he’ll take it. since you’ve been so good…so yes, they’re both very susceptible to seduction.

billy and stu just want you to be you. if you can accept them at their ugliest, most carnal, real selves, they will gladly accept you.

xoxo, babe 💋ྀིྀི

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 284

“Oh little storm,” the being cooed, hands that are both large enough to crush the world yet small enough to hold his face gently running through his hair. He was being held by lightning, by stars and space and everything in between, cradling his form like he was something oh-so precious. “A surprise to be sure,” the being crooned, purred, rumbled, cracked, some noise of the depths of space mixed with something indescribable. “A surprise, but a welcome one.” 

Billy had never felt so small, yet so loved, like the world itself was holding him against its heart as the whispers of the gods bled away in something akin to awe. The being smiled, distant storms letting loose and ending droughts, even more distant stars bursting into being. “A little marvel of existence,” they hummed, hissed, cooed, whistled, hair- or strands of galaxies- melding into the abyss around them. 

“A surprise son. A child of the Cosmos. Yes.” He was held so gently, space itself dancing and flickering around him, suns pressing hundreds of freckled kisses against his head. “Welcome home, little storm. Welcome home, my son.”  

[buckbuckleybegins]

The real reason Billy Boils cursed Buck is because he’s a buddie truther and he wanted to spare us from having to see Buck kiss T.

Everybody say thank you Billy Boils.

[firefistfiri]

MORE BILLY LORE!!

What we know so far:

He was created with lost technology (similar to Qingyi)

His previous boss who gave him the name Billy bought him off a group of drifters

He was supposed to stay in the Outer Ring but due casualties he lost his home and lost his identity...

^^ Due to this they fired him and he gained his freedom!

He used to wander alone for some time, got his guns from a "friend" and then decided to stay in New Eridu.

He used to drive a motorcycle, he used to live in a truck...

HE USED TO BE A PART OF THE SONS OF CALYDON? I wonder if they're somehow connected to his previous boss... Most LIKELY!!

I had my suspicions.. I mean look at him.. he'd fit right in.. the red biker jacket with the BOAR motive... CMON!

Speaking of Billy's past, in one of his trust events he mentioned pasts, and that everyone has something to hide, and hes no different to that saying. I really wonder... I really think about this sometimes... he's so interesting to me. Anyways, I'm so excited for when the Cunning Hares leave New Eridu to the Outer Ring cuz I know Billy will be having the heebie jeebies.. being reminded of his past...

[bi-disaster-kit-herondale]

they dressed him like a beautiful lesbian

[minibatson]

Despite my blog being named minibatson, I've always been a Freddy Freeman girl at heart.

Part of it is probably because I, too, am disabled. Not in the same way, but still. Disabled.

Part of it is probably because I, too, love my best friends dearly and would do anything for them. Just like he does consistently.

And I think part of it is because he feels so real? He feels so genuine in everything that he does. He goes through horrible tragedy, losing his parents, and then his grand parents and brother, being permanently disabled after an attack, and yet remains hopeful and fun. He maintains an air of jokes and comedy despite all the pain.

We talk a lot about how Billy is hopeful through tragedy, and he is. Being orphaned and homeless is horrible.

But we never talk about Freddy's strength. The amount of power – and compartmentalizing – it must take for a child to cope as well as he does.

To laugh in the face of such horror and pain is a strength we could all do with, given current events.

[lillypad910]

I’m the person who asked for the Queen Bee with Big Dick! Billy and omg PLEASE do a smut with it (btw that just fulfilled all my dirty mind tysm).

Didn’t think this would be my ticket to fame but no complaints-

Of course!!

Ex-Queen Bee

Pairing: King Billy! Billy Hargrove x Queen Bee! f! Reader

Warnings: Smut, p n v, oral (f receiving), fingering (v and a ), pure filth, degradation, slut shaming, enemies who fuck,

Summary: You have lost your rep as the Queen Bee of Hawkins High at that party last week, but with this loss from the Tigers at the basketball game, Billy propositions you for some much needed attention.

A/n: Someone call Jesus cause I might need to just go ahead and start my walk to hell after this one

It has been a week since Billy was an asshole at the party, calling you out in front of everyone. You have lost a lot of power over everyone, your friends started drifting, Carol realizing how genuinely stupid it was of her to do everything you asked. Tommy broke up with you, returning to that bitch.

Tina is the only one who still sticks around, at least for now. You hold some power over her, after kicking Carol off the cheer team. People look at you differently, snaring and glaring at you whenever you walk by, but you don't let it bother you. You refuse to let it bother you.

"Go, Tigers, Go!" You all cheer, doing a small routine on the sidelines of the basketball court. The members of the basketball team fight their way to win. Billy dribbling the ball closer to the net as the timer counts down.

The crowd behind you and your cheer squad go dead quiet as the ball is thrown into the air. The buzzer goes off as the ball teeters on the rim of the goal, but it doesn't go in. The ball falls over the edge, bouncing onto the hard wood as the other team's cheerleaders and audience blares into loud excitement.

The Tigers have lost the Home game.

Walking out of the gym with the rest of the squad about 30 minutes after the game has ended, you make your way down the hall when you remember you forgot something in the locker room.

"Shit," you quickly grab your bag off your shoulder and look inside, your necklace no where to be seen, "Ugh, girls, I'll see you tomorrow. I forgot something." Tina waves you off as you walk back towards the gym.

You step into the gymnasium, your sneakers squeaking across the now dead room, echoing through the large space. You take out the key Coach gave you earlier in the year as the Cheerleading Captain, unlocking the door before stepping inside.

You look inside your locker, then around the surrounding area. You catch a glimpse of silver under the bench.

"There you are," You mumble before crouching down and getting under the bench to snatch the necklace off the floor.

"Shit, do you show your ass off to everyone?" A voice comes from behind you and you jump, knocking your head into the bench.

"Fuck!" You yell, grabbing the top of your head as you climb out from under the bench, looking over at the unwanted visitor. There stands none other than fucking Billy Hargrove. "Ugh, fuck off, Billy." You groan, standing up, not even bothering to fix your skirt as it now just barely covers your ass.

"Aww, you don't like seeing me, Queen Bee? Or should I even call you that anymore? You know, since you're loosing your influence."

You roll your eyes, obviously annoyed at his presence, "Why are you even in here? This is the Girl's locker room, William."

"Hey, don't fucking judge me, Whore." He shoves his hands into his pockets, glancing around the room.

"That doesn't answer the question, Jackass." You raise a brow. Billy just sighs, looking you up and down.

"Well, originally Tina was supposed to meet me in here."

"Really? That dumb bitch?"

"I thought you two were friends?" He counters.

"More like... she does what I ask and I give her popularity points for it." You cross your arms over your chest.

"Hmm..." You watch Billy's eyes trail over your form, stopping for a second when his gaze reaches your chest. "You know, I hear no guy has even given you the time of day since that little brawl at the party." This catches you off guard, causing you to blink for a second before turning your head away from him.

"So?"

"Please, Bitch, we both know a whore like you needs all the attention." Billy steps closer to you, getting right up in front of you. "I wouldn't mind... supplying." You scoff at his proposition.

"Are you fucking serious? You? Shit, and I thought I was desperate." You go to move around him but he stops you, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you close to him, turning you around so your back is against his chest.

"Come on, Whore. We both know just how needy you are." His hands slip down your abdomen, pulling up the cheer uniform you have on. His fingers graze over the bare skin of your stomach, causing goose bumps to go up your arms.

"Fuck you, Billy." You try to wiggle out of his grip, but he only tightens his hold on you. One of his hands move downward, slipping under the skirt and into your underwear. Your breath hitches as his fingers push inside you.

"Please, you can cuss me out all you want, Bitch. But we both know this pussy needs attention. No other guy is willing to give what I'm offering." He pumps his fingers inside you, causing small moans to leave you.

"Fuck..." The word slips out without your approval as your knees nearly buckle. Why are his fingers so big?

"Do you like getting your pussy fucked? You fucking whore." Billy curls his fingers, causing you to slap your hand over your mouth. This doesn't seem to make him happy though.

Billy pulls his hand out of your clothes and shoves you down onto the bench in front of him. Before you can even react, he has his pants down to his ankles, his huge cock right at your face.

"Come on, Bitch. Be a good little slut and suck my dick. I wanna know what Tommy spoke so highly of." His voice is deeper than usual, eyes blown dark. Something about his attitude is... hot.

"Ew," You refuse to be his bitch, "I would rather die than suck your cock, Billy." Billy sighs.

His hand pulls up and wraps around your ponytail, yanking your head back. You gasp and he takes the opportunity to shove his fat cock down your throat.

You gag, your hands gripping at his thighs, "Mm!" You try to push yourself off but he holds your head down.

"Go on, Whore. Suck my cock like a good bitch." Tears form in your vision as he begins to bob your head on his cock, not giving anytime for you to adjust to his size in your mouth.

"That's it," Billy groans, "Just like that." You glare up at him, but decide to take advantage of this.

If he wants to see you be a whore, you'll show him a whore.

You concave your cheeks around him, sucking hard as you grip his thighs. You begin bobbing your head yourself, allowing him to loosen his grip on your hair a bit.

"That's right, suck that dick." He groans as you get a little sloppy with it, causing some spit to dribble down your chin. You feel your throat going sore fast, his cock rough as he thrusts it into your mouth.

"Shit-" Billy yanks you off, causing his cock to leave your lips with a sloppy pop. He looks down at you with those darkened eyes, his cock dripping with precum.

"What's wrong, Billy? Is my mouth too good for you?" You give him a smirk, still trying to catch your breath from when his big dick blocked your windpipe.

"You fucking Bitch." Billy shoves you to lay stomach down on the bench before yanking your underwear down. You don't fight him, actually finding it hot how rough he's being with you. Most guys are gentle, kind, they worship you, but he's being so aggressive.

He steps over the bench, straddling it behind you, pulling your legs so you are doing the same. He pushes you down so your face is squished into the metal seat.

"Gonna fuck you so good. Ruin you so no one else can fuck you." You feel the ridges of the bench rub against your bare cunt, the cold of the metal feeling oddly good.

"Please, like that tiny cock could do much damage to me." You say, looking back at him just enough so you see the flash of fury go over his eyes. He spanks your ass once, a hard slap that will definitely leave a mark, before lifting your hips as he pushes his cock right against you. You hold in the moan as the tip of his dick presses against your cunt.

"Beg." He orders you, but you glare back at him.

"No." You groan back at him. Billy leans over you, getting right at your ear.

"Fine." He bucks his hips forward, shoving his fat cock into you forcefully, causing you to grip the bench tightly, gasping as you brace yourself for the best fuck of your life.

"Shit!" You push your sneakers into the tile of the floor, causing your ass to lift off the bench a bit more, but Billy just grabs at your hips and thrusts into you, repeatedly hitting that perfect spot inside you than makes your toes curl. "Oh- Oh, fuck!" You moan out, gripping tighter onto the bench as your body starts to rock, inching forward with every harsh thrust he gives you.

"You like being treated like a whore? Like having a fat cock up your pussy?" You can hear him grinning through his words. They make you wanna vomit, but you can't deny how full his cock makes you feel.

You can feel him hitting deep, feeling your stomach make contact with the cold metal of the bench over and over again as he thrusts into you. God, you could have his cock in you all day.

"Y-You're being so gentle." You barely pant out, trying to provoke him further, but it only gets a laugh from him.

"Gentle? Please, Slut, I'm anything but." He grips your hips tighter before pounding his dick into your cunt, making you gasp.

It doesn't take long for this treatment to push you over the edge, you cunt spasming around his big dick as you come undone. You begin to feel overwhelmed as he doesn't stop. You pant like a dog as he fucks into you, harsh and deep. You feel like your insides are being rearranged.

"Fuck, look at you. Going stupid already, Whore?" You blink as you come back into focus at his words.

"N-No, I can take it. This is-Ah!" You shut up as your face is shoved down into the bench under you.

He fucks into you for what feels like hours, you don't know how many times you come undone on his cock. The bench is soaked as he finally does that last deep thrust, filling you with his cum, the warmth shooting through you. He pulls out before he can finish completely, pumping his cock in his hand as his cum shoots over your ass.

You both take a moment to catch your breath, him spreading your legs further to watch his cum leak out of your abused and sore cunt.

"Gotta' admit, Bitch. You look pretty like this." He moves his hand down, digging his finger into your cunt, earning a whimper from you.

"Billy..." You moan out his name, not even realizing it until after the fact. He just smirks, taking out his now covered finger and spreading your ass open for him to see.

"Ever had someone fuck you back here?" He presses his thumb to you, watching your ass slowly let it sink in. You whimper again, earning a small chuckle from him. "Going to ruin it too," he shoves his fingers inside your ass, the mixture of his cum and your slick helps lube the intrusion, making it nearly frictionless.

"Gonna make you my personal Bitch."

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