#billy knight x reader

[pollenallergie]

billy knight used to have terrible posture because of his raging insecurities and anxieties. however, billy knight now has terrible posture because your cat, dennis, seems to always want to be perched atop the flat of his shoulders whenever’s he’s stood upright. much like this:

dennis has needs, and those needs are to 1) be at the highest vantage point possible at all times while 2) maintaining constant contact with his favourite human, billy (you’re a second runner up). this peculiar and, unfortunately for billy, inconvenient position allows for both of dennis’s most pressing needs to be simultaneously met at all times.

luckily, billy has you to give him back and shoulder massages and to dote on him endlessly when the aches and the tension get to be too much for him. <3

[elliewlums]

Not a very specific request but I’d love to see some touchstarved!Billy x clingy!Reader please and thank you 😊

touchstarved!billy my fucking beloved</3 also this is shit i apologise

content warnings: touch starved!billy🥺 touch aversion due to being touch starved, v soft, billy gets all the luv and cuddles<3

billy’s been neglected his whole life; it’s a fact you’ve very begrudgingly come to terms with. a fact that, even after months of dating your sweet boy, fills you with white-hot, indescribable rage. how is it fair? that the people that were supposed to protect him damaged him beyond comprehension.

billy struggles with physical touch. you can see in his expression how badly he desires to be held, to cuddle in bed and on the sofa and hold hands at the supermarket, just little mundane things. but he’s incredibly shy and he’d never make the first move, so that leaves it down to you.

of course, you’re eager to oblige.

at first it’s slow, a brush of your knuckles against his cheek when you leave the bed to make him breakfast, a kiss on the shoulder when he’s faced away from you. and when you’re sure he’s comfortable, it increases. a kiss under his jaw just because you feel like it, climbing into his arms in the middle of the night and tangling your limbs with his own.

he’s startled when you hug him in the shop one day. he goes taut and draws himself tight; you pull away to look at his face.

“this okay, baby?”

he nods, lip quivering, and you coo, reaching up to hold his chin between your thumb and finger.

“what’s the face for, then?”

he shakes his head and sniffs, but nuzzles into your hand when you splay your fingers to rub his stubbled cheek.

“jus’, no one’s ever hugged me like that before.”

“like what, hon?”

“like they love me, y’know?”

your heart breaks. “i do love you.”

the ghost of a smile plays across his lips, so quick that you might’ve thought you’d imagined it if you didn’t know better.

“you do?”

“of course i do.”

that conversation seems to have opened the floodgates for billy. he holds your hand the entire way home, white knuckled and clinging, and is reluctant to let go when you fish your house keys out of your pocket.

when you ask him if he wants to watch a film, he’s ready on the sofa for you to crawl on top of him; you press a firm kiss to his cheek and drape your arms around his neck. he goes soft and boneless, face pressed to the juncture of your neck as your hands rub along his back in big, sweeping circles.

and when he starts to loll and his eyes flutter shut, you pull him up and slide him into bed, wrapping him in blankets. he whines until you press your body against his and kiss all over his pretty face. despite the big bed, there’s not an ounce of space between the pair of you: his legs entwined with yours, his head on your chest, arms squeezing at your middle. you brush soft curls out of his face when his breaths deepen and slow. it’s the most relaxed you’ve ever seen him.

“love you,” he mumbles, half asleep.

“love you more, baby.”

[mypoisonedvine]

💋 + billy knight

oh billy is such a touch-starved wreck and he LOVES kissing, he could kiss you for hours, sometimes he doesn't even need more than that (but he's never gonna say no to more than that...)

his favorite thing about kissing you is when you get all cozy and dreamy and just melt into him, like you trust him completely. he even likes to kiss you until you fall asleep (and he'll give you a few more kisses once you've totally dozed off, then pull you closer and fall asleep too). he also really likes when you touch him in other places while you're kissing— I don't mean his cock specifically BUT AGAIN HE WOULDN'T MIND THAT but I mean like his hair, his face, his chest... the little ways you're touching him when you're not even thinking about it, like you just can't resist him, it makes him feel so wanted and sexy, honestly

I think he's a boob guy so he likes groping your chest when he's kissing you, not required but definitely appreciated, and as much as he'd like to kiss your neck or suck on your tits, he's too addicted to your lips to stop kissing them in the middle of that.

he always asks before he kisses you too, a shy quiet can I kiss you? and no matter how much you swear he doesn't need to ask every time, he does just to be sure. and it's not just because he's that much of a stickler for explicit consent, it's that he likes the way you smile and say yes— he loves that you never say no. he loves that you want him to kiss you. he loves you so fucking much anyways I'm gonna go sob now

[localemofreak]

Tell Your Baby, That I’m Your Baby.

(Billy Knight x Fem!Reader)

Based on the song:

I Bet On Losing Dogs - Mitski

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‼️Warnings‼️: use of y/n, slight angst which turns to comfort, Billy have a breakdown, etc. (if I forgot anything please tell me!)

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It had happened again.

Billy had another episode, and you weren't around when he had it.

You had been trying to take care of Billy, ever since his previous actions you have tried to be there for him but it's been pretty hard when since he was one to distance himself from what seemed like everyone except for his brother Jimmy.

Right now you we're searching the streets in a panic after coming back to an empty apartment and the shattered glass of a random cup in the middle of the apartment, knowing he definitely dropped it when he started having his little episode.

As well as the news playing on the tv, it probably being the reason it triggered the episode for Billy.

You looked everywhere you think he would be.

Finally, you got to the last place you could check- the small apartment Jimmy would hide him in.

You thought the first place he would go to was his brother since you weren't with him.

You managed to break through the door of the apartment, seeing it looking 'empty' but you knew it wasn't.

"Billy! Billy!! It's y/n!" You called out as you started desperately running around, searching random rooms.

Finally, you got to this one room and tried to swing it open, only seeing it was locked.

You could hear the small whimper of somebody inside the room, knowing it was Billy.

"Billy sweetheart.. it's y/n let me in please.." you whispered through the door as you tried to shake the doorknob.

You heard more whimpering and shuffling in the room before finally, Billy said something.

"Go away please.." he whimpered out as you could hear him hiding himself, probably curled up in the corner.

"Alright Billy, you left me no choice-" you said before finally you managed to kick a hole through the door, digging through it before finally crawling through.

You wiped off any debris from the door off of your outfit before your eyes glanced around, finally landing on Billy who was curled up on the bed in the corner of the room, his brown doe eyes watery and looking at you.

"There you are, I was looking all over for you. Come on let's head-" you started to stay as you took a step forward before getting cut off, Billy tossing his arms in front of him to block you.

"Don't come near me!- please.." he called out, a tear falling down his cheek as you stared at him, slightly in shock since he's never really yelled at you, or turned you away during one of his episodes.

"Billy, baby... I'm here to help you.." you whispered as you slowly started moving towards him, your hands up slightly as you crouched down to his level.

His hands slowly moved down as he stared at you, a soft scared look in his eyes.

"Tell me what happened... please?.." you whispered as he gave a small sniffle and violently rubbed his nose with the back of his hand, a thing he did whenever he felt upset or nervous about something.

"I-I don't know!- I don't know.. what happened..." Billy said as he rubbed his nose harshly once again, his body slightly shaking while he brought his gaze down.

You decided to gently and slowly take his hand in yours, hoping that would help him focus on telling you what happened

. "I-I.. I saw something.. on the telly- about a girl.. she was missing, and- and I-I... I guess, it made me remember-" he said before cutting himself off with a small whimper as you let out a small sigh and gave a sympathetic look.

"Baby.. it's okay you don't have to say anymore-" you whispered before he nodded and you just pulled him into your arms, causing him to cling onto you while sobbing into your shoulder.

"Did you take your meds today?.." you whispered and Billy hesitated for a second before lightly shaking his head, his face still against the crook of your neck.

"I-I forgot.. I'm sorry-" he muttered quietly before you cut him off with a small kiss on the side of his head.

"it's alright- don't be sorry.. just please, remember next time.. I don't want this happening again.." you whispered as he quickly nodded his head in response.

You both just sat there for a while, holding each other in each other's arms before finally you managed to get him up and bring him back to the apartment, deciding to just try and relax for the rest of the day with him.

[decodedlvr]

he’s so like hybrid puppy; i wanna see him embarrassingly rut his pillow but like

I couldn’t imagine seeing him cry as a kid with his eyes, his roles with his sad ass EYES like..you can’t help but not WANT to be mommy to him

Reblogs appreciated:>

[keeponquinning]

ummm heyyyyy i heard from a lil birdie that you’re down for doing Billy Knight ai audios… color me ecstatic, i love that timid lil goober with my whole soul. on that note, would you maybe be down for doing an ai audio of Billy sweetly greeting the reader (or ig, listener, in this case lol) after she gets home from a long day at work??? like maximum fluff?? no particular reason for this request… definitely not because i had a shit time at work this week and wish that i had a Billy Knight of my own to come home to…

p.s. before i stumbled across your blog i didn’t even know that i was into ai audios of my favorite characters and now i’m obsessed with them so… thank you so much for your contribution to my ongoing obsession with the JQ cinematic universe. love you long time <3

This is so sweet and you're so welcome?? I've been loving the AI audios, another form of story telling?? With voices?? Sign me uppp. Okay, so I'm not sure it's like... 100% sounding like him, but this is the best i can do! Hope this is what you wanted!

[nowgiveusakiss]

billy knight masterlist (updated 3/28/2023)

“sick of losing soulmates | part 2” by @mypoisonedvine 18+

“healing” by @/mypoisonedvine 18+

untitled by @/mypoisonedvine 18+

untitled by @quinnsmunson 18+

untitled by @usedtobecooler 18+

billy makes love to you by @/quinnsmunson 18+

untitled by @loveshotzz 18+

“knight in shining armor” by @rehfan 18+

christmas with billy by @/mypoisonedvine

touchstarved!billy by @/quinnsmunson

taking billy home by @/usedtobecooler 18+

*all recs will be tagged under #billy knight x reader*

[eddies-hid3out]

I have no real story for this but something about how scruffy he is and how wide his shoulders are in this gif

has got me daydreaming about werewolf Billy.

All that strength hidden under baggy clothes to make him seem less intimidating. Especially around you because he's pretty convinced you're his one, his mate, and he doesn't want to scare you off.

[pollenallergie]

just gonna leave this here…

[elliewlums]

𝐛𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐢𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧’𝐬 𝟒𝐤 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐛 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐲!

this is sooo overdue but thank you all so much for 4k! i love you all more than life <33

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚��𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐝 (𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐨𝐥𝐝): joel miller, tate langdon, tasm! peter parker, tangerine (bullet train), eddie munson, steve harrington, jim hopper, robin buckley, henry creel, max mayfield, lucas sinclair, mike wheeler, billy hargrove, billy knight, tom grant, aemond targaryen, aegon targaryen ii, daemon targaryen, alicent hightower, ajax petropolus, bucky barnes, loki laufeyson, pietro maximoff, thor odinson, matt murdock, frank castle, rafe cameron, jj maybank, james potter, remus lupin, sirius black, cameron frye, peeta mellark, finnick odair, love quinn, fred weasley, draco malfoy, mattheo riddle, theo nott, ron weasley, aaron hotchner, spencer reid, daryl dixon, rick grimes, lip gallagher, any sebastian stan/chris evans characters + any poly!variations of these characters!!

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[heresathreebee]

Every fic I read where Billy is getting healthier and happier makes me stronger and I'm about to go super saiyan for this man💛

Oh my fuck if you used your writerly powers for Billy Knight *chews on pillow*

How about making Billy come twice, he'd be so desperate to be good for you but overstimulated and a mess. Can be from riding him until he's hard again, sucking him off, idk my eyeballs are gonna explode if I think about it too much 😱

Pairing | Billy Knight x fem!reader

Warnings | sexual content (18+ minors dni), handjobs (not really, it's over his pants lol), oral m receiving, piv sex, unprotected sex (wrap it kids), dubious content (possibly? it's very much wanted but billy doesn't voice his consent), premature ejaculation, overstimulation, mentions of poor mental health, mentions of medication, mention of physical ticks, health facility setting, fluff, angst, billy is incredibly touch starved.

Word Count | 3k

A/N | this was purely self-indulgent because i love billy so much, i've not proofread it so if you see any mistakes no you didn't

"Bill, how longs it been since a girl touched you?" You ask quietly, leaning out to rest your hand on his knee. You don't miss the way his leg jerks a little under the touch, like you'd burned him with a match.

"I don't - I don't know. Not since I was in school, a while ago." Billy's voice is thick, wet, accent shining through with every word he speaks. You can tell he's mortified by your question, the way his tick kicks up a little after being stagnant the whole of your visit so far, the constant swiping of his nose turning it red raw.

You wince a little at his confession, can't help but screw your face up - it's obvious that you look sad for him. He hadn't had it easy his whole adulthood, really, being constantly in and out of hospital for various mental health disorders meant that he was starved in the affection department, too busy trying to get better before he could focus on a girl.

He looks like he's getting better, that you can tell. He was finally allowed visitors in his room, not in the mess hall, which meant he was being trusted alone without constant supervision. He also just looked cleaner cut; the black Henley adorning his toned torso suited him so much better than the baggy grey hoodie he always wore. His hair was neat, combed back, though his stubbly beard still remained.

He looked nicer with it, you thought. Not so much like a scared schoolboy, it made him look older in a more masculine way. He'd told you the medication was helping, too, that he was sleep schedule was improving and he wasn't so anxiety ridden all the time, scared that somebody was coming to get him.

This private place had been better than anywhere the NHS had sent him, clearly having money was the big factor in whether mental health sufferers really ever got the help they needed. You didn't pry him on where the money came from to pay for the treatment, sometimes it was better to stay out of the Knights' business.

"Where were you, uh, going with this?" Billy's shaky voice snaps you out of your trance, and you realise you'd been staring back and forth between his face, chest and crotch unabashedly this entire time. Your cheeks heat up, and you glance away to look at the clock ticking behind his head, suddenly becoming so interesting.

"You'll think I'm being so silly," You sputter, subtly fanning your face with your hand that wasn't still slapped on Billy's knee, in a bid to cool down a little, embarrassment taking over your whole body, "I just thought that, maybe, it'd help you relax a little if you, or if I helped you... take the edge off."

Billy cocks his head to the side, confusion etching onto his features before it dawns on him exactly what you meant. He flushes a deep red, "Oh, um. The prescription pills they have me on s-sort of... stop me from being able to f-finish, uh, lot of the time."

You're the reason he's stuttering, you know that and it's making you want to lunge at him and wrap him up in a big hug to calm him down. You've clearly mortified him with your question, too forward and full on for somebody who may as well still have been a virgin with the amount of time that'd gone by since he'd last been in any sexual encounter that wasn't with his own right hand.

"I can... well I can try?" You say it like it's a question, eyes flitting back to look at him once more, the heat on his face making him look even more endearing, his long dark lashes fanning across the tips of his cheeks as he closes his eyes and sucks in a sharp breath.

Your hand had inched further up his thigh without you even realizing, and you gasp when the back of your hand brushes against his obvious erection through his dark jogging bottoms. You question now if it's not actually embarrassment that's making him flush so dark - but arousal instead.

"You'll tell me if I'm reading this wrong, yeah?" You ask him gently, voice barely above a whisper as you slide your palm over his cock through the thick material of his pants, clear outline making it obvious he had no underwear on underneath. Your breath hitches as you go to curl your hand around his length, so thick that your fingers can't wrap around it fully.

You're watching in awe as a wet patch starts to form on the soft cotton, dampening it until it's stained darker, whilst you go between ghosting your hand up and down gently and squeezing softly. Billy can't rip his eyes away from you, drifting back and forth between your shocked face and your hand grasping at him.

"I'm gonna cum, darlin'. Sorry, shit," Billy's hand claws onto the leather arm of his chair and he's hunching in on himself, coming with a low, gruff moan, painting the inside of his sweatpants with his release.

Your eyes widen in shock, a gasp escaping your lips as you sit back and take in what just happened. Your thighs clench, a wave of heat overcoming your body at the thought of him coming undone so easily under your touch.

"M'sorry, this is so embarrassing." Billy's whiny little voice breaks the silence, he throws his head back and rubs at his face with his hands. They're big enough that they completely engulf his features, making his head seem small in comparison. In that split second, you decide you want - no, need to have his hands all over you. You needed to show him what it was like to touch a girl, feel her go pliant under his touch.

"It's not." You say it all too quick, hand tearing away from his crotch to grab at his arm and pull his hands away from his face so he could look at you properly. His eyes are watering, big brown orbs clearly showing his distress and it makes your heart ache, "It's not embarrassing, Bill. It's normal, you've not been touched by another person in, what, seven years? Maybe longer? Don't feel like you should be better at this."

You slip out of your own chair across from Billy, sliding onto your knees in front of him with a dull thud, shuffling between his spread legs, "Can I touch you again? Proper this time?" Your voice is barely above a whisper, batting your lashes at him prettily, "I promise I'll make it good for you."

Billy shakes out a stuttered sigh, cock already kicking up again in interest at the thought of your bare flesh connecting with his own. You're so gorgeous, he's thought about you in this way for so long, but he always thought you'd do better than him. That you could do better than him.

He thought you were only still friendly with him out of pity, at the end of the day you had been Jimmy's friend first. You hadn't had any dealings with Jimmy in years, yet you always still checked in with Billy, visited often. Maybe it was because you knew he didn't really have any other friends, nobody to look out for him but you.

Billy hazards a glance down at you when he feels your fingers brush over the waistband of his soiled sweats, helps you by lifting his hips up when you tug at them to pull them down. You leave them to pool at his ankles, no patience to take them off completely.

He's fully hard again just at the sight of you on your knees in front of him, leaky tip slapping against his belly, his previous load still glistening down his shaft, perfect for using to lube him up.

"Can I put my mouth on you?" You ask tentatively, fingers ghosting over his balls, up his shaft to wrap deftly around the tip. You pull his foreskin down a little to reveal the mushroom shaped head, another blurt of precum shooting out of his slit and coating your thumb.

Billy never does reply to you, too entranced with the look of your hand on his bare skin, your own flesh feeling so hot it almost burns, searing through his sensitive spots.

You shuffle forward a bit more, mouth hovering over the head of his cock so you can spit a glob of saliva onto it for extra lubricant. Billy hisses, big doe eyes staring at you, unblinking, in awe of you and what you're doing for him.

When your lips finally wrap around the tip, you can't help the moan that leaves you. He tastes salty but clean as you suck and lick at him, heady in such a delicious way it intoxicates you, clouds your senses. You move your hand a bit lower so you can take more of him in, having to bring up your other hand to wrap with it so you can cover his shaft properly.

He's so thick, stretching your mouth wide and cracking your lips. You sink down a bit further, taking more of his cock in until you're gagging, throat closing up around him.

You can hear Billy's fingernails scratching at the leather of the chair, his hips stuttering up into your mouth in a telltale sign that he's close to coming already. His belly is shaking, moans escaping him in quick presession like he can't contain them.

You can't let him come like this; you had to have his cock in you before your visit was over, your core ached for it, your panties feeling damp just from touching him. Billy consumed your entire being, had you feeling needy and desperate.

When you release his dick with a 'pop' he sputters out a little whine, a clear sign that he was so close to the edge before you finished what you were doing.

You look up at him through wet lashes, his face burning a deep purple and the veins on his neck popping from the strain of him struggling not to come. You get up off your knees, pulling your tights down your legs along with your panties so that you're bare from the bottom down, sliding your shirt up over your head to just leave you in a bra on top.

"What're you, shit," Billy struggles to get his words out, ticking and wiping his nose with the backs of his fingers, "what're you doing?"

"Can I ride you?" You ask gently, edging closer to him and kicking his feet until his legs are a bit closer together. Billy nods, and you take that as permission to mount him, spread legs bracketing his hairy thighs.

You flip your skirt up a little, reaching behind you to grab at the base of Billy's cock. You rub the tip in between your folds, all whilst watching him and you don't miss the way his eyes roll back, head tipping so his stubbly neck is bared to you.

You take it slowly, sliding down inch by inch until your cunt is nestled against his groin, thatch of dark pubes tickling your delicate skin. You feel so full it's delicious, his thick cock feeling like it was made to be nestled deep in you.

Billy instinctively reaches out to grab at your hips, stilling you from moving until he got used to the feeling of your soaking wet cunt enveloping him. He breathes in and out deeply, not even baring to look at you, worried he'd blow his load immediately if he did.

You bring your hands out to gently brush over his cheeks, silently forcing him to look at you, which he does eventually. He's just so pretty, his big brown orbs watery and bloodshot, his plump red lips bitten, his cute nose darkened from the constant rubbing as he ticked.

He was so perfect you couldn't fucking stand it. You let your knees do some work for you, finally lifting up a few inches and sinking back down to the hilt. Billy's eyes flutter shut, a high-pitched moan leaving him, the feeling of your sopping, gummy cunt tightening around him feeling fucking heavenly.

You pick up a steady pace quickly, letting yourself be consumed by Billy completely. His big hands running up and down from your waist to your hips and back again, his moans and whimpers clouding your head, his thick cock nudging at your insides so deliciously it made you ache.

You remove your hands from his face, reaching to unclasp your bra and let it fall, baring your tits to him. You shake him gently to make him open his eyes, so he can get a good eyeful. What you don't expect is for him to lean forward immediately and latch onto your left nipple, suckling gently.

"Oh, Billy," You're a moaning mess above him, your cunt feeling so full, whole body on fire with the feeling of his body hard pressed against yours. He's mouthing at your breasts, sucking on your nipples as if his life depended on it.

He's whining, hips stuttering up against yours to meet your bounces. There's no real rhythm to it, his inexperience clear as day, but you're struggling to care with how good he's making you feel. The catch and drag of the head of his cock brushing your spongey spot, making your pussy slicker than before.

"God, darling, I'm so sorry," Billy groans, letting go of your nipple and kissing along the swell of your tit instead, whining out as you speed up a little, helping him chase his orgasm, "I'm gonna cum, fuck."

"Do it, babe, s'okay," You moan, tugging at his hair a little to get him to crane his neck up, to finally press a kiss to his lips. That's what does it for him, has his hips stuttering against yours as he comes deep inside of you.

He opens his mouth to moan, and you take that as your opportunity to deepen the kiss, slipping your tongue into his mouth to lap lazily against his own. He shudders through his orgasm, your hips slowing down to a stop when he starts to shake with overstimulation.

He's not very good at kissing, but his plump lips and wide tongue make up for it. You find your cunt fluttering at the feeling, clamping down around his cock to milk the final bit of come out of him. You try not to be disappointed that you haven't been able to chase your own release, too focused on making Billy feel good.

You're not sure when you stop kissing, but when you do and you open your eyes again, you notice Billy's eyes are wet and his cheeks are stained with tear marks. You wipe his tears away with your thumb, smiling at him until he's forced to smile back.

"Good?" You ask gently, hips rocking subtly, his soft cock still nudging slightly against your soft spot. You try not to be pushy, knowing he'd be sensitive, but you can't help but want to do it again, the coil in your gut still wound tight with need.

Billy nods, huffing out a little, "I can - I can feel that, you know?" He says, nodding towards your soft hips moving, "It's - it's really sensitive, God."

You continue moving your hips in silence, squeezing your cunt around him, feeling his dick throbbing inside of you like it's trying to pique interest again. You really hope it does, you need to do this for a little longer, just a little.

"You can come again though, right? Let me try, please?" You're basically begging him, forehead to forehead and circling your hips back and forth on his already half hard cock and he's crying again, overcome with pleasure and sensitivity, struggling to think straight through the feeling of you on top of him.

Billy nods anyway, a silent yes and you use the leverage of your knees on the hard material of the chair to rise back up again, sinking back down softly. You do it like this until he's fully hard again, up down, up down, up down, your nails digging into the skin of his neck to keep yourself stable.

His hot hands on your waist make your skin feel like it's on fire, has your tummy coiling even tighter, the telltale sign of your own orgasm beginning to wash over you with every drag of his cock head against your gummy walls.

"That's it, Bill, God, your cock feels so good." You cry out, chasing your high until your cunt spasms around him and you feel the white-hot waves of pleasure crashing around you. A gush of slick comes from you, making your pussy impossibly wetter, so wet you feel it drip down your inner thighs onto Billy's own.

You feel like you black out for a second, only coming to when you feel Billy's hands grip onto your hips impossibly tighter so he can fuck up into you from below, his wet moans telling you he's close to coming again, too.

"Fuck, I love you, darling, shit. Love you, always have, m'so sorry, fuckfuck," Billy's hands slide up your back, tugging you until you're impaled on his cock impossibly deeper, chest pressed flush to his own as he comes for the third time, face buried into your neck tightly.

Your heart swells at his words, face flushing dark at the confession. Your insides bloom warmly, consumed with the sheer love you have for him, "I love you too, Bill. Loved you forever, was it not obvious?"

Billy's crying against your chest, hot tears spilling onto your bare chest, "No, I didn't, God, why didn't you tell me?"

"You needed to get better first, Bill." Your voice is soft, hand deftly running over his hair soothingly, "You're getting better now, though. It was time. I'm here forever, I'm not going anywhere."

You whisper encouraging words into his skin until his cries come to a stop, his shuddering body finally stilling. He'd finish his treatment, get the fuck out of here and you could start your life together.

It was the only thing keeping him focused on getting better - he needed to, to go out and see the world with you by his side.

[lanae111]

When he’s a red flag but you need him

[eddies-hid3out]

I really want to watch Billy Knight play Animal Crossing 🥺

Just being on your switches together. He's got the standard one which you gifted to him when you bought the Pokémon Scarlet edition. It's his favourite game by far. He plays others, some farming Sims, some platformers but something about Animal Crossing really relaxes him. He talks to his villagers as if they can hear him, one of them greets him with their special greeting and he smiles a silly smile and says good morning back. He totally fell in to the Raymond hype! Thinks he's a funky little dude but his favourite character type is Grumpy and he absolutely loves Fang. His favourite thing is when he catches a group of them singing together in the plaza, he makes his little guy sit in front of them and watch the show.

One of his villagers mentions you and that they want you to come back and visit the island, and Billy gets all mopey because even though he saw you when you left for work that morning he misses you too 🥺 You're greeted that evening by a very clingy boyfriend practically begging for some cuddles on and gaming on the sofa.

[pollenallergie]

thinking about coming home from a family christmas party with billy knight.

carefully toeing your shoes off at the door, pulling off your handmade gloves and unwrapping your handmade scarves, which billy had knitted himself so that you could both having matching winter wear. you take his scarf and gloves from him and place them, along with your own, in the nearby coat closet with an abundance of care. you’re always so careful with the things billy makes you — hand washing them and treating them delicately so you can keep them in good condition for as long as possible — he’s always touched when he watches how much you treasure them.

while you were busy putting yours and billy’s coats and other winter garments away, he’d padded off to the kitchen with socked feet to go put the kettle on, figuring you’d both need a warm cuppa after walking home in the cold. as the kettle heats up and the water begins to rumble softly within, nearing a boil, billy carefully peels off his jumper and the nice dress shirt he’d had on underneath.

soon enough, you make your way into the kitchen as well, smiling at the sight of him impatiently waiting for the water to boil. billy’s an exceedingly patient man, but one thing he cannot tolerate is coldness. billy hates being cold, which is especially unfortunate given how easily he gets cold thanks to his circulation issues. the cold winter winds always turn him into a bit of a grouch, at least until he’s able to go inside, warm up with some tea, and snuggle up in bed with the love of his life (you), his service dog, a lab called daisy, and his adorable, geriatric tabby cat, dennis.

you wordlessly hold your hand out to billy and, without even having to think about it, he knows exactly what to do. he takes off his watch, his Saint Anthony necklace, and his rings and hands them to you with a warm smile and soft, “thank you, love.” this is your routine, despite not going out much, the two of you know it well, have all the steps memorized:

you enter your flat and take off your outerwear. while you put said outwear away, billy pads off to the kitchen where he, ever the eccentric fellow, strips down to his briefs, desperate to get out of his outside clothes, and prepares tea and a snack for the two of you. you two cross paths when you pass through the kitchen on your way back to the bedroom, where you’ll change into your pyjamas, equally as desperate to get out of your outside clothes, and before you exit the kitchen, you retrieve his various accessories from him so that you can carefully put them away with your own, in your jewelry box, while you change. by the time you reemerge from your shared bedroom, billy’ll have everything ready.

and that’s exactly what happens tonight.

you walk back into the kitchen wearing a cosy set of pyjamas that he’d gotten you for christmas last year, your hair tied back the way you prefer it when you’re at home relaxing, and your face cleaned of any makeup. billy sets the cups of tea down on the table alongside the biscuits he retrieved from the pantry, freeing up his hands before turning to you and reaching out to you with open arms in preparation for the hug that he knows you want right now; you always do in this part of your routine. you set aside the pyjama pants and more casual jumper you’d brought out for him, and then eagerly accept his offering.

as you melt into his embrace, you all but smoosh your face into his warm, freckled chest and your wrap your arms around his waist, clinging onto him and sharing your warmth. he smells amazing, like the fancy cologne you’d gotten him, the one he only wears on special occasions, tinted with his own personal scent and the faint remnants of the fragrance of the soap he’s used in the shower this morning. you breathe him in slow, grounding breaths. you’re both exhausted from socialising and the post-party come down definitely wears on you. it’s not that you two didn’t enjoy your family’s holiday party, you did! truly, you love spending time with your family and billy, watching him unintentionally woo your great aunt shirley and coo at your niece as he rocks her in his arms. however, you and billy are definitely quite introverted, so even the best kinds of socialisation can wear you out pretty easily, which makes this post-event ritual all the more essential for the two of you.

reluctantly, you pull away so that billy can change into his own pyjamas, and sit down at the kitchen table, enjoying some of your snack as you wait for him. soon enough, billy joins you at the table and begins to eat his own snack and drink his cuppa; a nice steamy cup of chamomile, just like the one he’d prepared for you to go with your snack. once you’ve had your fill of biscuits, the two of you decide to relocate with your cuppas to the sofa so that you can snuggle and indulge in that wonderful closeness you both crave so much right now.

you curl up underneath a soft knitted throw blanket, another one of billy’s lovely creations, and sip your tea as you watch a nature documentary together. billy loves nature documentaries, especially when he needs to wind down after a full day of socialisation and overstimulation. tonight’s pick is a bbc special about wild dogs and billy claims he picked it because it’s important that daisy “learns about her ancestors.” silly man.

[elliewlums]

Billy Knight + sharing your umbrella with them in the rain (from the 50 Wordless Ways to Say “I Love You” list), please! ☂

content warnings: billy is shy</3 and stands out in the rain, use of pet names (r to billy), lil cheek kiss, lotsa fluff!! v short but i have more coming!!

note: this man melts my fucking heart i adore him<333

“what you doing all the way over there, bill?” you ask, voice soft. he’s sopping wet through, iridescent droplets dripping from the curled tresses that fall across his forehead. he walks tentatively along the pavement, too cautious of encroaching on your space to worry about being rained on.

he twitches at your question and swipes at his red nose; the tic isn’t lost on you after being dormant for a good fraction of the evening.

“come here, baby.” you gesture to the umbrella and hold out a hand for him to take— palm out, fingers splayed wide, waiting for him to come to you. his brown eyes widen and he trembles in that classic ‘deer in headlights’ look he tends to have about him. you crook your fingers to encourage him again and when he takes your hand, you grin.

he smiles too, albeit anxious and wobbly. you coax him into your side until the umbrella encases the pair of you - out of the rain - and curl your arm around his own. he’s shivering.

“th-thank you,” he says suddenly, pressing as close to you as he dares. you reach up to press a wet kiss to his stubbled cheek.

“you don’t have to thank me, my darling.” your flat soon approaches as you walk up the busy street arm-in-arm with billy. you nuzzle his shoulder. “let’s get you warmed up, ‘kay?”

[ethereal27cereal]

I would give this man however many babies he wanted. Billy is just so damn sweet and I loved this to bits 🥰🥰🥰

if you're up for it, just a lil christmas drabble with billy knight?

summary: your boyfriend has an unexpected reaction to visiting your family for christmas

word count: bit over 1k

warnings: fluff, hurt/comfort, brief alcohol mention, talks about having kids

It took you a moment to notice that Billy had suddenly disappeared; the hustle and bustle of family, the twinkling lights, the table being set— it all distracted you that you weren’t even sure how long he’d been gone. 

You’d seen him just a while ago while the kids were opening their presents (your family had a tradition of letting little ones open one present on the night of Christmas Eve), so he couldn’t have gone too far… but knowing that he had a habit of wandering when he was upset or overwhelmed, your heart did race with worry for a second.

You popped your head out the front door for a second, wondering if you’d see him out there on the snowy street, rubbing his sweater-paw-hands together and breathing a cloud of condensated breath on them to fight the chill; no luck.  You made your way through the various family members here and there, trying not to step on any little ones running around or bump into any old folks moving at a snail’s pace; but he wasn’t in the kitchen, dining room, or hall.  The sounds of merriment faded as you moved upstairs— all the lights were off, too, so all you had to see by was the light from decorated houses outside leaking in— and it was just enough that you thought you heard a sniffle in one of the empty bedrooms, behind a cracked-open door.  You gingerly pushed it open, finding Billy inside, sitting on the bed and wiping his nose; it was hard to see without lights on, but when he lifted his head a bit you could see the streaks of tears reflecting the golden glow from the window. 

“Love, what’s wrong?” you whispered, dashing to sit by his side.  You reached out for him, but waited for him to nod before giving him a tight hug (he didn’t always like being touched when he got like this).  “Did somebody say something?  I told them if they gave you any trouble I’d—”

“No, no,” he managed to choke out as he shook his head, “they’ve all been… really nice…”

You wrinkled your eyebrows together and pet him on the head tenderly, making him soothe just a bit.  “Did you have a flashback?”

He shook his head again, shutting his eyes gently.  “No… s’not that…”

“It’s okay if you can’t tell me right now,” you offered, “I just wanna make it better—”

“No, m’not—” he mumbled, starting over.  “I’m okay.  I just… I told you I hate Christmas.”

Oh god, I’ve traumatised him by begging him to come this year, you assumed immediately.

“An’ I do— ‘cause it’s always been rubbish.  Ever since my mum died,” he added, voice breaking slightly.  “Even before it wasn’t great— nothing like this.  V’never had a Christmas like this.”

Your eyes watered as you reached up to wipe a tear from under his eye.

“I never thought I deserved a Christmas like this,” he finally admitted.

“Love,” you sighed, “you deserve all the good things in the world.”

Sniffling again, he leaned into you and laid his face on your shoulder.  You kept petting his hair, running your fingers through the loose waves, and he clung to you tightly.  “I can come next year, right?” he whispered.

Laughing softly, you lifted his head and contemplated his sweet, teary face before you gave him a quick kiss on the lips.  “You can come every year, love… as long as you’re still my boyfriend, of course,” you joked.

He hesitated for a second, and your heart jumped; that wasn’t going to be a challenge, was it?  “What if I’m your fiance?” he asked suddenly.

Your beaming smile couldn’t be helped— neither could the warmth in your cheeks.  “Oh, er— definitely.  That would be even better.”

He smiled back, kissing you again: slower, softer, sweeter.  It took you a second to come back to reality when he pulled away, you would’ve been perfectly content just kissing him in this dark, quiet room for a while, but someone would probably come looking for you both soon with dinner almost ready.  

“C’mon, I bet they’re waiting for us,” you mumbled, but he pulled you into one last hug before you led him back downstairs.  As you quietly re-entered the gathering, your dad greeted Billy with a pat on the back and asked if he wanted a beer with his dinner; you were about to interrupt with a reminder that you’d told them before about how your boyfriend doesn’t drink (or, rather, can’t because of his medication) but you were impressed to see Billy speak up first with a polite ‘no thanks, sir, but I’ll take a cuppa if your wife’s got a kettle going’.

He’d already been so sweet, complimenting your mom’s cuppa saying she knew how to make it just right, listening to grandpa’s old war stories like they were fascinating, even tolerating your aunt’s Bible thumping.  Seeing Billy’s reaction to it all made you see everything in a new way: you were so used to the annoying stuff— the loud kids and the grumpy relatives and the political arguments and that one cousin trying to convince everyone NFTs are the future— that you’d forgotten to cherish the little moments of pure joy.  Your family was far from perfect, as were the holidays together, but compared to what he was used to Billy thought it was like being inside a Christmas card… and he wasn’t wrong, now that you leaned back and took it all in.

“I can’t wait for next Christmas,” Billy told you first thing when you got in the car on Boxing Day, preparing to brave the snow and drive home.  

“Me either,” you smiled.

“And I can’t wait for our first Christmas with our family,” he added.  “I mean— I know your parents said I’m part of the family now, but y’know… the three of us.”

“Three?” you raised an eyebrow.

“Me, you, and the baby.”

He said it like it was so obvious; the baby, like you should already know about whatever baby he was talking about.  “Our baby?” you realised, face heating up despite the chill still in the car.

“Of course,” he grinned.  “Isn’t that what you want?”

“Y-yeah, I just— I wasn’t sure if you—”

“S’what I want, too,” he promised.  “Used to scare me more— ‘cause I thought it’d be like me an’ my dad.  But it won’t.  It’ll be nice, I think.”

“Yeah,” you sighed, feeling a little dazed as he talked about this so casually, “I think so, too.”

Starting the car, you reversed from the driveway and onto the street.  “Maybe we should have a lot of them,” he announced suddenly.  “Five or six, I mean.”

“Children?!” you choked, slamming the brakes halfway into the road.  

“Okay, maybe not that many!” he laughed.  “Just drive, we’ll talk about it when we get home.”

You bit your lip, having to be careful not to drive too fast to get home quickly; it was thrilling, and a little terrifying, but you were looking forward to that conversation.