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“Alright,” you started suddenly, setting down your book on the coffee table. “Spill it.” 

“Huh?” Billy asked, looking startled. “Spill what?” 

“You’ve got something on your mind,” you told him. “I don’t know what it is, but you’ve been acting like this all week, and I’m starting to get worried. What’re you thinking about, lovie?” 

“M’not thinking about anything,” Billy told you. “Just watching telly.” 

“You’re looking at the telly, but you’re not watching it,” you said. “Your gaze is all unfocused, and the subtitles have been behind and you haven’t said anything about it. I just want to make sure you’re alright.” 

“I’m alright, I swear,” Billy told you. “Just… Yeah, just thinking, I guess.”

“What about?” you asked. You moved closer to him, and you set your hand on his arm, rubbing your thumb across his freckled skin. “You don’t have to tell me, if you don’t want to.” 

“It’s…” Billy started, and he shook his head. “It’s stupid. It’s really dumb, but I… I was thinking about you.” 

“Me?” you said, your eyes growing wide. “What about me? Surely, it’s something good, right?” 

“Yes, of course,” Billy said. “It’s nothing but good. Well, maybe you won’t see it that way, but… I was thinking about… Nah, it’s— I can’t tell you, it’s embarrassing.” 

“You don’t have to tell me,” you reminded him, and Billy shook his head, his longish hair bouncing. You liked his hair, but you secretly were not a huge fan of how, the longer his hair got, the looser his curls got. At the length it was now, just at his chin, his curls were all but nonexistent, and you missed being able to twirl a springy curl around your finger as you cuddled. 

“I want to tell you,” Billy said. “I just can’t… Look at you while I say it.” 

“Alright,” you chuckled lightly. You turned away from him, settling your back towards his face, but you reached back and took his fingers in yours, squeezing lightly. “What’s on your mind, darling?” 

“I…” Billy started. He cleared his throat, and he mumbled, “I think I want a baby with you.” 

Before you could stop yourself, you whipped your head back around to look at Billy. You knew that your face was betraying you, your eyes wide with shock and your mouth agape, and Billy squinted his eyes shut. “See!” he said. “It’s stupid,  shouldn’t have—”

“Billy, baby, no,” you told him quickly. “It’s not stupid, honey, it’s not. I just— That was not what I was expecting you to say at all, I’m just… Shocked. A baby? When did you start thinking about this?”

“Just recently,” Billy said. “You remember when we were in the shop a few weeks ago, and that baby kept staring at me?” You could hardly remember the incident, but you nodded all the same. “The baby had brown eyes.” 

“Okay…” you started. “Why does that make you think about having a baby with me?” 

“I have brown eyes,” Billy said. “It got me thinking about what our baby would have, if they’d have brown eyes like me or… Y’know? And then I thought about you as a mother, holding my baby, kissing his cheeks and adoring him and… And then I started thinking about how you’d look pregnant, and I-I don’t know, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about that ever since.”

“Oh, Billy,” you said softly. He really had given it a lot of thought, and you frowned as you considered just how long he had been thinking about it without telling you, suffering in silence. “And you’ve thought about this for weeks? Darling.” 

“I know, I know,” Billy mumbled. “It’s dumb of me to, like, be fantasizing about having a baby, I can hardly take care of myself, and here I am, wanting a baby. I just… I don’t know. Sorry, I told you it was stupid.” 

“Don’t be sorry,” you told him quickly. “It’s okay to have little fantasies and want things, like, there’s a term for wanting a baby; ‘baby fever’, y’know? But fantasizing and actually wanting to try for a baby are different. Which one is it?” 

Billy sighed, and he chewed on his thumbnail nervously. “I guess I just want to be close to you,” he said. “I don’t know. Maybe we should just get a cat instead. “

“Billy,” you said. “Tell me, don’t dodge the question. Do you really want to try for a baby?”

Billy hesitated, then slowly nodded, and you rubbed his arm comfortingly. “Well,” you started. “Just because we… Try, doesn’t mean that we have to have a baby. You know what I mean? We can, like, act it out and everything.”

“I don’t want to act it out,” Billy sighed. “I want a baby with you. This isn’t a matter of me just wanting to-to fuck you and fill you up, this is me legitimately waning a family with you and a life, and… I don’t know. It’s stupid.” 

“Stop saying that,” you told him. “It’s not stupid. You have such a big heart, Bill, my love, and you have so much love to give. I love that you want this, especially with me, but I don’t… I’m not sure I’m ready for a baby. I’m just not sure I’d be a good mother.”

“You’d be an amazing mum,” Billy assured you. “If the way you take care of me is any indication, our baby will always be healthy and loved and reminded to take his meds on time.” That drew a chuckle out of you, and you leaned in and softly kissed Billy’s shoulder. “Can we try? Just try. It’s like you said, just because we try doesn’t mean we actually have a baby.”

You had no doubts about Billy as a father— you knew him to be loving and kind and gentle— but you were still worried. “But there’s—“ 

“We can figure out everything when there’s actually a baby to worry about,” Billy told you. “You know what I mean? It’s one step at a time.” 

“Billy, I love you,” you told him, squeezing his arm. “Are you absolutely sure? Because, y’know, it only takes one time, what if the first time is the time?” 

“Then, that’ll be it,” Billy said. “We won’t have to try anymore. I’m sure, my love. I really want a baby with you.”

You sighed, and you nodded. “Alright then,” you said. “We can try for a baby.”

Billy’s face flushed pink, and his eyes went back to the telly as he put his arm around your shoulders, bringing you close to his body. He smelled good, like his cologne and fresh laundry, and you listened as Billy said, “When do you want to start?” 

“We can start now,” you offered, and you laughed as Billy’s eyes bulged out of his head with shock. “Well, you said you wanted to!” 

“I do,” Billy said.”I just wasn’t expecting you to be so… Ready! Yeah, let’s get started.” 

Billy grinned, and he swooped in and kissed you, his lips soft and warm against yours, and you cupped his cheek with your hand as he deepened the kiss, turning his head and letting his tongue press gently into your mouth. He hummed in satisfaction, and he broke the kiss after a moment as his eyes fluttered open. “I love you,” he whispered, and he put his hands on your hips, pulling at your pants, obviously wanting you closer to him. You threw your leg over his waist and settled yourself to sit atop him, and you leaned down to kiss him again. His scruffy facial hair scratched up your cheeks and chin, but you loved the burn, greedily kissing your boyfriend as if someone was coming to take him from you. But no— Billy was yours, and he was here, and he was tugging at your shirt to pull it up and over your head. You laughed and broke the kiss to help him, and Billy refocused on your chest, moving to kiss your supple skin that peeked above the cups of your bra. 

His deft fingers quickly undid the clasp of your bra from behind your back, and you smiled down at him and smoothed down his frizzy hair lovingly as he leaned forward and carefully licked at your nipple, teasing your sensitive skin. You rippled and melted, and your head tilted to glance at the ceiling as you moaned softly. “Billy,” you whispered. “Fuck.”

“You taste so good,” Billy whispered. 

“You…” you started, but Billy lathed his tongue across your nipple, and he sealed his lips around your pebbled bud and sucked hard, making you squeal. “Bill!”

“God,” Billy hummed. “Thinking about what you’ll look like when you get all big with my baby. You’ll be glowing every day, so beautiful, and, when we’re out together, everyone will know exactly what we’ve done and what you let me do to you. Would you like that? You want everyone to know?” 

“Yes,” you mumbled as Billy switched to your other nipple. His eyes were big and round and wet as he looked up at you, watching your face as he suckled at your tit, and you added, “Want everyone to know I’m yours.” 

“Good,” Billy said. “I like to hear that. Do you want me to get you pregnant here, or on the bed?” 

A bolt of lightning ran through your body and settled all tingly in your cunt, and you whimpered, “Wherever you want.” 

“Hey,” Billy said firmly. “Whatever you want. You’re the one who’s going to be carrying the baby and going through everything. Whatever is most comfortable for you is what we’re going to do.” 

He was too good to you. You lifted his head to look at you and you kissed him, and Billy keened up into your kiss, moaning softly as you rolled your hips down onto him. He was hard in his sweatpants, pressing up against your core, and you pulled away from his mouth with a soft smack of your lips. “Right here,” you told him. “Might be the last time we get to have really dirty sex for a while.”

“Dirty, eh?” Billy chuckled. “You want me to fuck you dirty, baby? Tell me what you want.” 

“I just want you,” you told him. “I don’t care how, I just need you, Billy.”

Billy shushed you, kissing you again, and he whispered, “Baby, tell me what you want. Don’t be afraid of it.” 

“I…” you started. You knew that Billy wouldn’t judge you for the things you wanted, that wasn’t the problem; the problem came when you had to admit to yourself that there was something that you wanted. You weren’t used to being selfish, and even admitting that you wanted Billy was a step above what you were used to. You took a deep breath and looked Billy deep in his eyes, feeling comforted by the deep browns, and you said, “I want to see you… So, missionary, I guess. And I don’t want you to be gentle and sweet, I want you to really fuck me. Make me feel it for the next few days. Make our neighbors have to bang on the wall to keep us quiet.”

“Mhm,” Billy agreed, his hands skating up your body to grab at your tits. “Anything else, beautiful?” 

“No,” you said. “Just that.”

“Perfect,” Billy said. He leaned up and kissed you again, soft and quick, and he pulled away to strip his shirt off, exposing his soft chest and belly to you. You loved Billy’s body, as much as he hated it, and you slid off of his lap to kneel between his legs. Your fingers itched to undo his belt and tug down his pants, and Billy lifted his hips to aid you in undressing him. His cock was already half-hard, laying thick and heavy between his legs, and your mouth watered at the sight. 

“Can I…?” you asked, and Billy nodded, cupping the back of your head with his palm. Your mouth fell upon him in an instant, kissing his warm shaft and licking at his heavy balls, and he moaned softly, his eyes fluttering shut in bliss. You took the throbbing head of his cock between your lips and gently sucked, just enough to make Billy’s hips flex, and you took him deeper, wanting more of a reaction. 

“Fuck, yeah,” Billy moaned, his hand on the back of your head controlling you as you took him further into your mouth. You only stopped when you felt him touch the softness in the back of your throat, and you fell off of him with a gasp. Before he could even ask if you were alright, you went right back to him, suckling on his head as your hands went to gently massage his balls. Spit coated your lips as you started to bob your head on him, really sucking him down, and the slide of him in your mouth only made you groan and Billy moan. “Good girl, taking me so deep… Fuck me, your mouth is so good.” 

Your lips made a popping sound as you pulled off of him, gasping for breath, and you spit down onto his cock as your hand wrapped around him and started to jerk him off quickly. You wanted him fully hard before he got inside you and, so far, it seemed to be working. His cock was hot to the touch, his skin soft over his hardness, and every time your fingers brushed his sensitive head, he groaned and tossed his head back as his eyes rolled back in his head. “Fuck, love…” Billy muttered. “Gonna let me in your cunt soon?” 

You nodded, licking up the spurts of pre-cum that his cock was leaking, and you started to stand up. Your aching knees protested with a quick pop, and you groaned softly, and Billy, ever the attentive boyfriend, grabbed at your hip and looked at you with wide, worrying eyes. “You alright?” he asked, and you nodded. 

“Never better,” you told him. “Fuck me, Billy, please.” 

You laid down on the couch next to him, taking down your pants, and your cunt pulsed as Billy situated himself over you, jacking himself off slowly as he greedily watched you open your legs for him. He reached out and gently let his fingers run across your slit, wet and aching for him, and he grunted as he brought his glistening fingers up to his mouth and licked at them. “God, you taste good,” Billy whispered. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” you told him, and you grinned as Billy gave you a smile. He was excited, you could tell, and you pulled him down by his neck to kiss him. “Put a baby in me, Billy, please.” 

“Mmm,” Billy hummed against your lips, and he let out a little chuckle. “I almost told you to wait and let me get a condom, but… Sorta defeats the purpose, huh?” 

“Yeah, it would,” you giggled, and you watched as Billy pressed the head of his cock against your winking hole, waiting for him to fill you. Your heart beat rapidly in your chest at the impending pleasure, and your head fell back in ecstasy as Billy slowly rolled his hips forward, filling you carefully. You moaned at the stretch of him, anchoring yourself in his hair, and Billy reached up to grab hard at your hips to control his slow entry. Every inch of him brought the feeling anew, and you whined a little as he filled you completely, his balls touching your ass as he nestled his hips fully against you. 

“Look at you,” Billy cooed. “Taking it all, what a fuckin’ sight. You ready?”

“Yeah,” you mumbled, already feeling fuzzy, and you moaned softly as Billy pulled his hips back. He rocked forward, filling you again, and you closed your legs around his waist to tug him even deeper, your heels shoving into his ass to urge him deeper. “More, baby, more.” 

Billy started to gain speed, pushing and pulling, ebbing and flowing, working his body against yours and pulling every tendril of pleasure from you. You moaned and keened into him, tugging him into sloppy kisses with every thrust, and soon the electricity began to gather in your belly. How the fuck were you so close already? You suppose you had never had any sort of truly sensual sex with Billy before— sure, you had made love before, but nothing like this. 

“Fuck, I’m close!” you cried, and Billy’s hand went to your cunt, his fingers finding your clit in an instant and rubbing lightly, just giving you enough sensation to make your thighs tremble. 

“Already?” Billy asked. “Even I last longer than that.”

“Shut up,” you huffed out a laugh, and Billy smiled. “I can’t help it that you’re doing everything right.” 

“Boosting my ego, are we?” Billy asked. “I love when you get like this.”

“Like what?” you asked. “Praising you and shit?” 

“Exactly,” Billy said. “Telling me that you’re enjoying this and that you’re having a good time… It makes me feel good that you feel good.” 

“Such a people pleaser,” you told him with a kiss, and Billy’s cock throbbed inside you. He moaned suddenly, as if caught off guard, and his chest flushed red. 

“Sorry,” he mumbled. “I just like when you kiss me.” 

“Don’t be sorry,” you told him. “I think it’s cute.” 

“Really?” Billy asked. “M’sorry, I just— Sorry, I—”

“I love you,” you told him, and Billy gave you a goofy, lopsided grin. 

“I love you too,” he told you. “ Gonna let me get you pregnant? Gonna let me fill you up?”

“Yes, Billy, fuck,” you whimpered. “Fuck me, give me a baby.” 

“I’ll give you all the babies you want,” Billy said. His teeth were gnashed together as he fucked you, holding you firmly and keeping you in place, and the couch creaked under you in time with his hard thrusts. “God, I can’t wait until we have this little one running around.  What’re you thinking for names?” 

“W-Well,” you started, stuttering as his cock nestled straight into your spot inside you, sending sparks flying through your body. “I wanna name them after you. William for a boy, Willa for a girl.” 

“Really?” Billy asked, his eyes widening. “You really wanna do that?” 

“Of course,” you said. “I love you more than words can say, why wouldn’t I want to honor you?”

“You’re so sweet,” Billy chuckled, pushing inside you and making you gasp softly. “I like the name Rosemary for a girl… And I haven’t ever thought about a boy’s name. I’ve just always imagined having a little girl, if I ever had kids. I’ve never seen myself as a boy dad.” 

“I guess we’ll have to see,” you said. “Fuck, baby, I’m so close, a little faster?” 

“F’course,” Billy nodded, and he sped up his thrusts, his belly quivering as you tightened around him. Now, every thrust hit that spot inside you, and you whimpered as the electricity grew and grew. Eventually, the sparks and fire boiled over, and you tugged Billy into a kiss as your body betrayed you, shaking and quivering. 

“Billy!” you whined, your back arching up into him, and Billy leaned down and licked at your breasts, taking your nipple into his mouth again and sucking hard. You gasped, pulling at his hair as you tried to anchor yourself down to earth, and Billy whimpered as his cock flexed.

“M’cumming—” he groaned around your nipple, and you felt him shudder before he came hard, filling you to the brim as he continued to thrust into you, his hips stuttering and faulting as he neared the end of his orgasm. “Fuck, baby, fuck, fuck, fuck…” 

“God,” you sighed, your heart racing inside your chest. “You’re amazing, Billy, I love you.” 

“I’ll never get tired of hearing you say that,” Billy whispered. His forehead was dotted with sweat, and you reached up to mop it up with your wrist as you giggled. 

“I love you so much,” you told him, and Billy gave you a watery smile. His hips were still moving slowly, fucking his cum deep into you, and you closed your eyes and sighed as overstimulation started to set into your bones and joints. “Alright, I love this, but I’m starting to—”

“Shit, sorry,” Billy said quickly, and he pulled out of you, letting his cum drip from your tired hole. 

“No, you’re okay,” you told him quickly. “It was just starting to be a lot.” 

“Sorry,” Billy told you. “Thank you for… For this. For being so cool about doing this for me.” 

“I want this too,” you told him. “I can’t wait until we have this baby together.” 

It wasn’t long before you decided to take a pregnancy test. You and Billy had been hard at work trying to make a baby, and, as soon as your first missed period passed, you decided that you couldn’t wait any longer to know. You went to the shop on the corner and bought one of those plastic tests, and you brought it home. “Billy!” you called, trying to find your boyfriend in the flat, and he quickly popped out of the kitchen. You brandished the box for the test in front of you, and Billy gasped. 

“You think so?” he asked. “My little Rosemary?” 

“Only one way to find out,” you told him. 

The instructions were simple enough, and soon enough, you were sitting on the bathroom counter, waiting the requisite two minutes for the test to confirm whether or not you were pregnant. In two minutes, your whole life was about to change, and you held Billy’s hand tightly. “What if it’s negative?” you asked softly. “What if I can’t get pregnant?” 

“Easy,” Billy mumbled. “Just because it’s negative doesn’t mean you can’t get pregnant, it just means it didn’t happen this time. And we don’t even know if it’s negative. What if it’s positive? What if our Rosemary is there right now, just waiting to meet us?”

“I still want to name her Willa,” you said softly, squeezing Billy’s hand. “I’m so nervous, Bill. Can you read it for me?” 

“I’m nervous too,” Billy said softly. “Has it been two minutes yet?” 

“Not quite,” you said, looking at your phone clock. “Like, thirty more seconds.” 

“We can turn the spare room into her nursery,” Billy started to muse, rubbing his thumb across the back of your hand. “Just imagine it, done up all pink with cute little rabbits everywhere. How precious would that be?” 

“Pink bunnies are cute,” you said lightly. “But what if it’s a boy?” 

“Blue bunnies,” Billy said easily. “Or we can go gender-neutral and do yellow bunnies. I’ve thought about this, lovie. I love you, and whatever this test says, it won’t change that.” 

You sighed, looking down and seeing that the two minutes had in fact passed, and you squeezed your eyes shut nervously as you grabbed the plastic test. “Oh, I can’t look,” you groaned. “Billy—”

Carefully, Billy took your hands into his, and you buried your head in his neck as he turned the test over to look at the small window. He was quiet for a long moment, only swallowing thickly, and he finally kissed your head. “Hi there, Rosemary,” he whispered, and you gasped. “It’s your daddy. Can you hear me yet? God, I can’t wait to meet you. I love you.” 

“Is it—” you started, and you looked out from Billy’s neck to the test. Two lines. You were pregnant. “Oh my God. Oh my God, Billy!” 

“It worked,” Billy smiled. “God, I’m so in love with you.” 

“I—” you started, and your happy tears started to fall. “I’m gonna be a mum.”

“And what a mum you’ll be,” Billy said, burying a kiss in your hair. “What an amazing mum our baby’s got.” 

[wheels-of-despair]

Home Pairing: Billy Knight x You Summary: Billy has a habit of randomly showing up at your doorstep, then disappearing. You hope that one day, you'll get to keep him. Prompt: "Can… Can I have a hug? Please?" + "Oh, sweetheart. Come here." (from this list) Words: 1k

It had been months since you'd last seen Billy Knight.

You thought of him often. Wondered where he was. What he was doing. If he was alright. If he was warm, if he was sleeping through the night, if he was getting enough to eat.

And then, one day, you came home to find him sitting on your doorstep. He'd fallen asleep with his head against your door, but jerked awake when he heard you coming. He stood quickly, nervously rubbing his nose and trying to dust off his muddy pants.

He had a black eye and a split lip.

"Hi, Billy," you greet softly.

"Hey," he says to the ground.

"How long have you been here?"

He shrugs and sniffs, rubing his red nose again.

"Wanna go inside? It's chilly out here today."

"Kay," he says, eyes to the ground.

You take out your keys and step closer to the door, and he jumps away from you. It makes your heart ache.

It always takes him a little while to warm up to you again. To remember that you're kind and patient and won't hurt him. It's like a voice inside of him tells him to come to you, because it's safe. But something else is telling him that you don't want him, that you could turn on him at any second, and that he needs to remain alert.

You hope that one day, he'll find a way to silence his doubts and decide to stay with you forever. That way, he'll never have to go through this adjustment period again. Because you'll never have to be apart.

You open the door, step inside, and flip on the lights. You stand aside and slowly take off your shoes while you wait for Billy to join you. He walks in cautiously, eyes darting around like someone's going to reach out and smack him for daring to enter. He kicks his shoes off too, wobbling a little and losing his balance. You reach out to steady him, and he flinches. You withdraw your hand without making contact.

"Would you like to take a shower while I make us something to eat?" you ask with a smile.

His eyes widen in fear. "Do I smell?"

"No," you lie. "I just thought a little hot water might make you feel better. Looks like he tuned you up pretty good."

His eyes fill with tears.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have come." His voice wavers, and he reaches for the doorknob.

"Billy?" You step between him and the way out. He recoils. You pretend not to notice. "I have something for you."

He looks at the floor and rubs his nose.

You slowly hold your hand out, palm-up. He stares at it for a few seconds, then shakily reaches for it. Your hands clasp gently, and he finally looks up at you. You give him your warmest smile, grateful that your distraction worked.

"C'mon," you whisper, leading him slowly to your bedroom. You let his hand go when you reach the dresser. You kneel, grasp the knobs on the bottom drawer, and pull.

You have A Billy Drawer.

After he left you last time, you cleaned out a drawer and bought him a few things. T-shirts, sweats, socks, underwear, a hoodie. You'd even bought him his own soap and deodorant, so he wouldn't have to smell like you next time he slept over.

Billy stares at the neatly folded drawer, then looks to you with confusion on his face.

"I knew you'd come back to me," you smile.

His face crumples. He turns away from you and sobs into his hands. You stand, wanting so badly to wrap your arms around him, but you don't dare. Not yet. Not until he adjusts to being home again.

Home.

This could be his home forever, if he wanted. You wish you knew how to tell him that. Even if you found the words… would he believe you?

Billy's sobs wind down, and he dries his face on the sleeves of his faded flannel shirt. He turns slowly, head down, glancing up at you bashfully.

"M'sorry," he says.

"Billy, it's okay," you smile. "I'm glad you're here."

"You didn't have to do that." He gestures to the drawer full of things you bought just for him.

"I know you don't always have time to grab stuff when you leave your dad's," you explain gently. "I wanted you to feel at home here."

"Home?"

Home.

You nod and try not to tear up. You fail.

"If… if there's anything else you need, just let me know," you tell him, voice on the verge of cracking. "I can run out and--"

"Can…" Billy hesitates, his expression almost pained. Did you go too far? Did you scare him off? Is he going to run away and never come back? "Can I have a hug? Please?"

"Oh, sweetheart," you sigh in relief. "Come here."

You open your arms, and Billy walks into them. You hold him, gently at first, and then a little tighter. He hugs you back, just the same.

You don't let go until his stomach rumbles. You pull back with a smile. He looks embarrassed.

"How about I go make us some dinner?" you ask.

"Can I still…?"

"You want to take a shower?"

He nods.

"Go ahead, Bill." You lean in slowly to kiss him on the cheek, then nod your head toward his drawer. "Everything in there is for you. If you'd rather use what's already in the shower, that's fine too. Take your time. Food will be ready whenever you are."

Billy smiles gratefully, and you walk toward the kitchen. You glance back to see him kneeling on the floor, rifling through the contents of The Billy Drawer with a look of wonder on his face. You hope one day, there will be more than just a drawer for him here.

When Billy finally emerges from the bathroom, wearing clean clothes and smelling like a dream, he looks like a different person. There's color in his cheeks. His hair is drying with a bit of curl. His eye and lip look better. And best of all, there's a smile on his face.

You don't know how long he's going to stay. But you know you're going to spend every second of your time together making him feel like he belongs here, with you. Like this could be the warm, safe, happy home he deserves.

Maybe this time, he'll stay.

[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]

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.

[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.

[babybluebex]

𝐣𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐩𝐡 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐧 (𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬) 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

༻ ralph penbury (timewasters, 2017)

wizard: at ralph’s birthday party, you feel the need to apologize for what you’ve done. ralph, meanwhile, has a question to ask you. (fluff)

making waves: before a party, you do ralph's hair. (fluff)

marking ralph's cheeks with lipstick (fluff)

punishing ralphie for misbehaving (smut)

coked up ralphie fucks your ass (smut)

༻ jamie sampson (kin, 2017)

jamie tells you about harry (angst)

༻ koner (game of thrones, 2017)

only you series masterlist (koner x fem!reader): your secret relationship with a winterfell guard is threatened when your father marries you off to another man, and you do everything you can to stay with him and keep your love strong. (retired)

༻ peter grunauer (overlord, 2018)

reuniting after peter goes to war (angst)

sweet awkward reunion sex (smut)

༻ enjolras (bbc les miserables, 2018)

don't call it love: your latin tutor is one of those revolutionaries that your father despises and, after he invites you to a citizen’s meeting, his true intentions are revealed.(angst)

༻ prince paul (catherine the great, 2019)

out of the dark: marrying the prince of russia would be dream if he wasn’t such a dick, but a late night conversation leads to a mutual understanding. (smut)

paul yells at you (angst)

paul punishes you for flirting with someone else (smut)

༻ tom grant (make up, 2019)

5 minutes in heaven: your boyfriend finds an empty closet at work, and he convinces you to play a game of 7 (or 5) minutes in heaven. (smut)

stupid for you: you and tom get into a fight and, after he says something especially nasty to you, he makes it up to you in the best way. (smut)

boyfriend!tom headcanons (fluff)

teaching tom how to go down on you (smut)

tom convinces you to try anal (smut)

tom takes care of you when you're sick (fluff)

making you smile after a hard day (fluff)

cuddling with tom (fluff)

༻ pub!charlie (best move along, 2019)

pub!charlie headcanons(fluff)

nsfw pub!charlie headcanons(smut)

༻ billy knight (cb strike, 2020)

breeding kink (smut)

handjobs (smut)

camilla (fluff)

༻ eric (a quiet place: day one, 2024)

a medium place: your husband, eric, spends too much time at the office, and he assures you that you’re a priority in his life. (smut)

needs and wants: in the direct aftermath of the apocalypse, you meet a man who's worse for wear in just about every regard. even though you can't do too much to heal his injuries, it's possible that you can heal his heart. (smut)

[wheels-of-despair]

Can I Keep You? Pairing: Billy Knight x You Summary: You and Billy have the best Soft Halloween ever. Contains: Fluff, pajamas, popcorn, snuggles, Casper, more fluff. Words: 700ish

Billy Knight does not like Halloween.

He hates being scared, and watching movies designed to give you nightmares, and the very idea of haunted houses. He doesn't like parties with garishly costumed guests, or foods that look like body parts, or screaming children hopped up on sugar. He shudders at the thought of summoning spirits or dabbling in the occult.

Because Billy Knight has seen enough horrors to last a lifetime.

What he does like are snacks, snuggles, and a cozy movie about a cute little ghost who finally makes a friend.

On Halloween night, when most people are dressing up and drinking and causing mischief and mayhem, Billy Knight is happily seated in his favorite spot on the couch. He hums to himself, so quietly that you can't quite make out the tune over the hum of the microwave that's taking forever to pop the popcorn. That infernal machine is all that stands between you two and movie night, but Billy doesn't seem to mind the delay. He absentmindedly sorts candy in a bowl, which is resting on his lap atop a fuzzy blanket with a pretty fall pattern, while he waits.

The blanket obstructs the view of his new pajamas, but that's alright; you know what they look like, because you're wearing the same ones. You smile down at the happy little pumpkins on the fleece fabric that's keeping your legs warm, remembering the day Billy proudly brought home the matching set he'd found on sale.

The microwave beeps, making Billy glance over his shoulder at you. You wink at him before turning around to extract the bag of popcorn, opening it carefully and pouring it into a bowl for easy snacking.

You grab the steaming bowl of butter-flavored goodness, flip off the lights, walk toward him. His face breaks into a smile when he sees you coming, warming your heart more than the popcorn is warming your hands. Billy moves the candy bowl to the coffee table and lifts the blanket so you can sit next to him underneath it. You hand him the popcorn and press play on the remote before settling in beside him on this delightfully cool night.

Could you turn the heat on? Yes. Would you rather use the fall weather as an excuse to be close to each other? Definitely.

Billy holds the popcorn with one hand and carefully drapes half of the blanket over your lap with the other. You kiss his cheek in thanks and snuggle close, preferring his heat to that provided by the blanket. He tilts the bowl toward you, letting you take the first few pieces of popcorn. You pop the butter-flavored fluff in your mouth and settle in as the movie (and one of your favorite holiday traditions) begins.

After you've finished the popcorn, one of you will reach for the candy. There's no way you'll finish it all tonight, but you'll leave an embarrassing amount of wrappers in the popcorn bowl. "It's Halloween," one of you will remind the other. "You're supposed to eat lots of candy on Halloween! Everyone knows that!"

When you're done snacking, you'll rest your head on Billy's shoulder. He'll wrap an arm around you. You'll watch the movie together, chuckling at the funny parts and nuzzling into each other during the heartwarming scenes.

Only four words will be spoken during the course of the movie; when Casper delivers his iconic line to the most important person in his life, you and yours will take your eyes away from the screen just long enough to whisper "can I keep you?" to each other. Of course you can. A short kiss on smiling lips will follow, and your focus will return to the movie until the end credits roll.

After the television is turned off and the unpopped kernels and empty candy wrappers are dumped from the bowl, you'll get ready for bed together. Then you'll retreat to the bedroom and take advantage of the cooler weather. Snuggle Season, that's what Billy calls it. You'll burrow under your pile of blankets and share a sleepy kiss, enjoying the comfort of a loving home and the warm embrace of the person who completes you.

The scariest thing Billy Knight will encounter on this perfect Halloween night will be the thought of having to leave his warm bed behind for a moment, at 2:27 a.m., when his bladder demands it.

[pollenallergie]

just gonna leave this here…

[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:>

[usedtobecooler]

hello my loves!! this is my idea of a christmas extravaganza! my plan here is to post between 7 and 10 smutty one shots throughout the month of december as a thank you to all my lovely followers who have been nothing short of incredible this year!

details;

my posting will be sporadic as and when i have time throughout december, including after christmas. all one shots will be requests sent by accounts and anons who send ones in and will typically be between 600-1.5k words! i, obviously, will not be able to fulfill all requests so i will hand pick my favourites to write.

the plan is to make your smutty requests as depraved as possible (though still legal + not completely gross), anything your heart desires whether i've written anything similar before or not is on the table apart from;

pedophilia (that is a given!!!)

scat

vore

vomit

the characters i currently write for are;

eddie munson

steve harrington

billy hargrove

billy knight

ralph penbury

i'm open to writing threesomes/orgies also! your requests can be x fem!reader or character x character.

requests are already open!

please make sure you are courteous, respectful and kind with your requests - and remember that just because you've sent one in it doesn't confirm that i'll write it. if i choose your request, you'll know once i post it.

for requests try to make them as short as possible for creativity purposes but remember to add the character you would like, the sexual scenario and any little details you'd like (i.e - reader isn't girly so no skirts/dresses, plus size!reader, alternative!reader, au or canon, etc.)

once again i'd just like to thank you all so much for the overwhelming support and love i've received this year - it's honestly been crazy and i'm blown away by how many people i've reached with my work! i wish you all a happy, healthy and safe christmas and new year!!

*if you plan on participating please feel free to give this post a reblog so we can boost it!

[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

[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

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 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!!

send in your requests from the list below (under the cut) and they will be posted in one week. on sunday 19th february.

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𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞… send me a character from the above list + any au and get a blurb! (eg: rugby!james, vampire!eddie, old money!steve)

𝐢 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐧’ 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲… send me a prompt from this soulmate au list + a character and get a blurb!

𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲… send me a prompt from this ‘ways to say sorry’ list + a character and get a hurt/comfort blurb

𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡… send me a dark!au concept + a character and get a blurb!!

𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧… send me a kink + a character and get a smutty blurb!

[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!

[babybluebex]

Billy Knight craves your touch so much that it physically hurts, but he's too scared and insecure to initiate. (Please think of 14k and give Billy/this blurb a happy ending? ILY, congrats on 13k!)

UNLUCKY 13 ANGST NIGHT ugh YES billy my beloved boy cw brief mention of childhood abuse

He's always been told that it's rude. That asking for something like affection was bad, that it showed that you were ungrateful for what you had. Growing up, Billy never had affection, but he learned that asking for it only led to trouble. So he never did. He shut down those feelings and locked them up and threw away the key. He was a grown man; he didn't need paltry things like hugs.

And then he met you, and the need for affection grew. He loved you— God, he loved you— but affection was a tricky thing. He wanted to love you like any other man would love you, but he wasn't able to just hug you or kiss you. He always needed to justify it, and he never could come up with a viable reason why he needed to be affectionate with you. So, he never did, but it was starting to weigh on him.

You looked beautiful as you stood at the kitchen counter, doing nothing especially remarkable. You were cutting vegetables for dinner, and Billy stood at the doorway as he watched you do your work. He likes watching you be all domestic, and the urge to hug you came back. But he couldn’t possibly act on that, as badly as he wanted to. It hurt him inside his chest with the urge, and he suddenly cleared his throat.

“Darling?” he asked, and you turned to look at him, pausing your chopping. “Could you, erm, come here? For a moment?”

You put down the knife and advanced towards Billy, taking his hand in yours once you reached him. His hands were so big and you loved them, and you pressed a kiss to his palm. “Is something wrong?” you asked, and Billy swallowed thickly.

Slowly, his arms stretched outwards and he enveloped you, and you gasped. Billy wasn’t very affectionate with you, for reasons you weren’t quite sure of but knew probably stemmed from a bad childhood, and every bit of affection was welcome and surprising. Your arms flew around his neck quickly and you held him close, and Billy sighed as he nestled his face into your neck. "I love you," he whispers. "M'sorry I don't show it often enough, but please believe me that I love you."

"I love you too, Billy," you whispered. "It's okay, baby, everyone shows affection differently."

"But I want to show you affection the regular way," Billy said. "Hug you and kiss you, do everything I want, but I... I just can't. But believe me, I wish I could."

"I believe you," you whispered. "Maybe we can take baby steps... And this is a big first step."

"I love you so much," Billy whispered quickly, and you squeezed him tightly. "Thank you for not leaving me."

"I don't want to leave you," you told him. "I'd never want to leave you. We can work on this together, but please know I'm proud of you for hugging me."

"Thanks," Billy mumbled. "I just... When I was little, if I asked for a hug or a cuddle, my dad would hit me. I learned that wanting affection was bad, so I learned to never ask. But I guess I need to unlearn that."

"And I'll be here for all of that," you told him. You rubbed his back and stepped away for a moment, and you leaned back and kissed his soft lips for a moment. "I'll always be here."

[wheels-of-despair]

Let Me Take Care Of You Pairing: Billy Knight x You Summary: Billy isn't used to being taken care of, but you're going to make him get that way, whether he likes it or not. Contains: A cold, a stubborn boy getting the love and comfort he deserves, a childhood flashback that might make you cry. Word Count: 1.5k

Billy Knight was not used to being taken care of.

You'd been together for years, and he still stared at you in disbelief when you did things for him. He just couldn't believe that someone would voluntarily, without complaint or pay, take care of him. Especially when he was sick.

He'd come down with a cold. That's all it was. Just a cold. It was making him miserable, but Billy didn't complain. No, he preferred to suffer in silence, not letting on just how bad he felt, not wanting to seem like a burden to the only person who'd ever wanted him.

You noticed, and you were having none of it.

He'd come home yesterday looking pale. He'd hardly eaten any dinner. By the time you'd convinced him to stick a thermometer in his mouth, he knew the jig was up, but he was too tired to keep pretending he was alright. He let you put him to bed.

The next morning, you didn't even bother to wake him before calling in sick on his behalf. You'd seen and heard enough through the night. He wasn't going anywhere today.

You, however, had a few errands to run.

You came home bearing goods.

You'd run to the office to grab some things to work on at home for the week, then stopped by the supermarket for supplies.

You quietly unloaded the groceries on the kitchen counter, putting away the cold stuff and leaving the rest to be dealt with later. You packed all of the Billy Supplies in one bag and carried them into the bedroom, where he's staring at the ceiling in a daze.

He perks up when he sees you come in.

"What are you doing here?"

"I said I'd be back soon." You gesture to the sticky note you'd left on your pillow. Well, it was on your pillow. Now it's on the floor. You pick up the pink square that read "supply run, back soon, love you" and bring it to him.

"Good thing I left a note, right?" you joke, sitting on the edge of the bed next to him and placing the bag on the floor. He smiles and sticks the post-it to your jeans. Brat. You pick it off with a grin, crumpling it and tossing it into the grocery bag.

"Where did you go?"

"Ran by the office to warn them of your plague and graciously volunteered to stay quarantined for the rest of the week, then stopped by the store to grab a few things to ease your suffering."

"You didn't have to do that," he says softly.

"Yes I did."

"But--"

"We were running low on sick supplies anyway. I was so eager to put it behind us last spring when we both had it, I forgot to restock. It needed to be done."

Despite your rambling, he still looks embarrassed. You wish you knew how to get it through his thick skull that you wanted to take care of him. You liked taking care of him. Would you prefer it if he weren't sick? Of course. But you're going to be there, no matter what. Whether he likes it or not.

"How are you feeling?"

"Better."

You raise an eyebrow and wait for a real answer. He is clearly not better. He relents.

"Head hurts. Half my nose is stopped up. Throat hurts."

"Was that so hard?" you ask playfully. He shifts uncomfortably.

"I just don't want to be a bu--" You clamp a hand over his mouth. You've been through this so many times, it almost feels routine.

"Stop. You are not a burden." He turns on the sad puppy eyes, and you suddenly want to throttle everyone he's ever known for allowing him to feel this way.

"You are the love of my life, and I will do anything for you." He blinks away the tears welling in his eyes. You plant a quick peck on the back of your hand, still covering his mouth. Damn that sensible no-kissing-on-the-mouth-when-sick rule you'd agreed upon.

"Including, but not limited to," you continue, removing your hand from his mouth and reaching into the bag at your feet. "Bringing you a brand new box of tissues!" You hold the cardboard box up as if you're displaying a prize on a game show. He smiles, and you place it on his bedside table. "Juice!" You pick up and shake one of the six bottles you bought, put it on the table, and reach for the next item. "Generic over-the-counter cold medications!" You brandish a bottle of syrupy liquid and a box of pills, discard them, and pick up the final item. "And last but certainly not least, vapor rub! Can't believe I didn't think of this last time. My grandmother would be ashamed."

"What's that?"

"Vapor rub." He looks at you cluelessly. Of course he's never used vapor rub. You can't exactly picture his brother applying it for him.

"Take off your shirt, I'll show you." He doesn't move. "Trust me," you urge, pulling down the covers and grasping the hem of his shirt. He sits up and lets you peel it off of him.

He leans back onto his pillow and sniffs, watching curiously as you open the jar. The smell of the menthol wafts over and makes his nose twitch. You scoop out a glob with your finger and lean forward. He briefly wonders if you're going to stick it up his nose, but you stop at his chest and begin rubbing it on in slow circles.

Between the smell and the vision of fingers caressing his chest, Billy suddenly remembers his mother. She did this for him once. He must've been three or four. He remembers a fire roaring in the cottage, casting its light throughout the room and making everything orange. He must have been on the couch. His mother sat next to him holding a jar like this. He can't remember what she's saying, or what her voice sounds like, but he remembers feeling tired and warm and loved. She finishes rubbing the goo on him and wipes her hands on a tissue, then picks up a book to read to him. He remembers that she read him stories about animals and flowers and nature and love and good things in life. Because she was good too. She was so good to him. And then she was gone, stolen from him far too soon, and it seemed like she'd taken all the good things with her.

You notice his eyes tearing up again. "Strong stuff, isn't it?" He bites his lip and nods, sniffling.

"Hey, look at that. You just sniffled with both sides. It's working already." You smile warmly and reach for a tissue to wipe your fingers, just like his mother had.

"Are you hungry?" He shakes his head. "Thirsty?" He shakes his head again. "I'll let you slide for now, but I'm gonna pump you full of fluids before the day's over, okay?" He nods. "Do you want me to stick around, or leave you alone to sleep?" He reaches for your hand. You don't know what's going on in that head of his, but you suspect the faraway look in his eye isn't entirely cold-related.

"You know what used to make me feel better as a kid?" You wait a beat before continuing. "Being read to." He stares. "Do you want me to read to you?" He doesn't respond. "Or not, I could just bring the laptop in and put on a movie or something." You're already trying to talk yourself out of it. It was a dumb idea. He's not a child.

"Please." His voice is barely a whisper.

"You want me to read to you?" He nods once. "Any preference?" He swallows. "How about I bring back a couple and let you pick?" He squeezes your hand. "I'll be right back." You squeeze his hand back and kiss his warm forehead before getting up and walking out of the room. He begins breathing a little harder. Whether it's the menthol working its magic or the panic of being left alone right now, he doesn't know. But a few seconds later, you return and present him with three worn paperbacks. Books you've had since you were a child. All of them about animals.

He considers his options while you change back into pajamas and crawl into bed. He hands you his choice and you settle in next to him. He scoots down so that he can place his head in your lap, and your hand immediately comes to stroke his hair.

There are still good things in life. Animals, and flowers, and nature, and stories. And more importantly, good people to share them with. People who really do love you, no matter what.

As he closes his eyes and tries to focus on the sound of your soothing voice, Billy thinks... maybe he could get used to this.