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ichorkurt · 6 months ago
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ficrecs masterlist ii.
welcome to my second ficrecs masterlist! find my main blog @ichorai. find my own fics here.
below the cut includes jujutsu kaisen, lord of the rings, saltburn, the halcyon, marvel, game of thrones, house of the dragon, prisoners, world on fire, dc, doctor who, scott pilgrim, succession, harry potter, the boys, interview with the vampire, and gangsta fics!
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jujutsu kaisen.
jujutsu kaisen men in the world of work by @drak3n
ೃ⁀➷ naoya zenin.
only a fool for you by @mochimoshis
ೃ⁀➷ satoru gojo.
luxury & lingerie by @celestie0
ೃ⁀➷ suguru geto.
the guy i lost my virginity to is stalking me by @gorehsk
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lord of the rings.
ೃ⁀➷ legolas.
watcher of wanderers by @entishramblings
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saltburn.
ೃ⁀➷ michael gavey.
the golden ratio by @ewanmitchellcrumbs
midpoint by @asumofwords
mine all mine by @humanpurposes
the poetry of logical ideas by @sylasthegrim
stick it out to the end by @aemondsbabe
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the halcyon.
ೃ⁀➷ billy taylor.
one more tomorrow by @tomhiddleston
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marvel.
ೃ⁀➷ kurt wagner.
bamf babies by @bamfkeeper
for love, we sin the most by @larcenywrites
kurt's instincts are still flaring... you know just how to help by @/bamfkeeper
parents by @/bamfkeeper
untitled by @dinogoofymutated
untitled by @dreaming-tonite
untitled by @kayesfanfics
untitled by @sanguineterrain
ೃ⁀➷ logan howlett.
logan's reaction when you wear one of his shirts by @periprose
ೃ⁀➷ peter parker.
untitled by @forever-rogue
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game of thrones / house of the dragon.
pregnancy headcanons by @princessbellecerise
ೃ⁀➷ gwayne hightower.
& now i'm covered in you by @swordgrace
ೃ⁀➷ jacaerys velaryon.
hunger games au by @maidragoste
lotus bloom by @hxtd
ೃ⁀➷ jaime lannister.
the best fit by @casterladyrock
war has changed by @villaingaze
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prisoners.
ೃ⁀➷ david loki.
blood bond by @davidlcki
sfw alphabet by @charliehoennam
tall, dark, and handsome by @rebelliousstories
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world on fire.
ೃ⁀➷ tom bennett.
best intentions by @/ewanmitchellcrumbs
rocking the boat by @ultraintrovertedgryffindor
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dc.
ೃ⁀➷ adrian chase.
five times vigilante definitely does not have feelings (and one time he does) by @tropes-and-tales
helluva drug by @lysenfeu
hot venom by @jangofctts
never been kissed by @training4theapocalypse
thirsty by @/training4theapocalypse
ೃ⁀➷ bruce wayne.
clingy mornings by @kurogxrix
ೃ⁀➷ dick grayson.
sunset anew by @/sanguineterrain
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doctor who.
ೃ⁀➷ eleventh doctor.
cold feet by @undiscovered-horizon
dangerous habits by @social-mockingbird
a day in by @cloginthedrain
my john by @watchoutforthefanfics
safest place in the universe by @holly-the-trash-writer
set things right by @pastanest
ticking love bomb by @/watchoutforthefanfics
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scott pilgrim.
ೃ⁀➷ kim pine.
right next door by @writersbarrierblock
ೃ⁀➷ wallace wells.
untitled by @twiixr4kidz
untitled by @/twiixr4kidz
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succession.
their marriage proposal by @romeulusroy
ೃ⁀➷ lukas matsson.
normal people by @the-west-meadow
ೃ⁀➷ roman roy.
baby by @richeeduvie
being roman roy's personal assistant (and his obsession) would include... by @senselessviolets
gossamer by @/romeulusroy
i'm annoying by @bowieandqueen11
movie by @eeveebitches
right where you left me by @aurorag98
smile like you mean it by @cvrnelians
this hope is trecherous by @aprilthearcher
untitled by @/richeeduvie
untitled by @/richeeduvie
untitled by @/richeeduvie
untitled by @/richeeduvie
untitled by @/richeeduvie
wedding prep by @/richeeduvie
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harry potter.
ೃ⁀➷ cormac mclaggen.
finders keepers by @/training4theapocalypse
ೃ⁀➷ fred weasley.
anything by @ibbythebee
beloved, besotted, betrothed by @emeritusemeritus
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the boys.
ೃ⁀➷ black noir.
i want to f**k you like an animal by @dollerinna
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interview with the vampire.
dating headcanons by @tomriddleslovergirl
untitled by @steph-speaks
ೃ⁀➷ lestat de lioncourt.
gold, and gold again by @theawfuledges
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gangsta.
initiation by @imperatorkhaleesi
ೃ⁀➷ nicolas brown.
untitled by @dollwrites
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anjelicawrites · 1 month ago
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Look what the amazing and talented @zaldritzosrose made for the polys!!! I'm not going to be normal about those beautiful pieces of art today! Tomorrow? Not likely. Next week? I can't promise anything!!!
Look how perfect each board is for each poly!!! I think I'm going to scream some more!!!
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ewanmitchellcrumbs · 11 months ago
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Body Electric
Pairing: Tom Bennett (World on Fire) x f!reader x Billy Taylor (The Halcyon) Warnings: Angst, mentions of PTSD and familial death, (consensual) infidelity, voyeurism, smut. Word count: ~3.9k
Summary: Tom's been sullen since returning from the Navy, and when his sister, Lois, moves from Longsight to London it heralds the end of the honeymoon period of his and his wife's marriage. Deciding a trip to the capital is just what they need to reignite the flame, Tom's wife gets much more than she bargains for when they check into The Halcyon, and she flirts with the handsome young bell boy to make her husband jealous.
Author's note: For @adragonprinceswhore and @mefools. This is not a crack fic. I have warped canon (I mean, I had to get these two to exist in the same AU anyway), so Billy didn't die when he was drafted, and has gone back to his old job at The Halcyon. No tag list. Please follow @fics-by-ewanmitchellcrumbs and turn on post notifications. Community labels are for cops.
Dappled sunlight plays upon Tom’s sharp features, the occasional shadow of a tree or building passing across his face as the train speeds through the British countryside. He’d look beautiful, bathed in golden hues, were it not for the pensive expression he wears, and the faintest of dark circles that linger beneath his eyes.
She can’t remember the last time he looked genuinely happy - perhaps it was their wedding day?
Her and Tom had met in secondary school, and she’d thought he was an idiot to begin with; handsome, but always mucking around in lessons, never able to take anything seriously. It wasn’t until they’d both left that they’d become an item. She’d go to the weekly dances at the Pavillion, and every week he would ask her out. The first three times she had said no, not wanting to get mixed up with a known troublemaker. On the fourth occasion she’d relented, simply in the hopes that if she said yes he’d leave her alone. But she’d found she enjoyed his company, he made her laugh effortlessly, and when his blue eyes gazed into hers it made her feel like the only girl in the world that mattered. When he had kissed her it had stolen all the air from her lungs, and from that point on she was smitten with Tom Bennett.
The night before he shipped out for the first time, she had thought he meant to slam the bed’s headboard through the brickwork of the wall with the force with which he took her. However, she had smiled to herself when she’d felt the pleasant ache between her thighs the next day.
“Something to remember me by,” he’d told her with a wink and that trademark smirk of his.
Something to remember indeed.
She’d barely recognised him when he’d returned. He was thin, tired, didn’t laugh as freely, and learning that his father had passed when the Bennett family home was shelled had darkened his mood further. He hadn’t stayed long, enough to argue with his sister, Lois, and enough to find his way between her thighs once more and make her swear to him that she’d marry him when he came back.
Of course she had said yes, there was no one in the world she could imagine wanting to marry more than Tom. But with how things are between them these days she is left wondering if he’d married her because he loved her, or because she was the one thing left in Longsight that he could anchor himself to.
They’d married quickly when Tom was discharged for the final time, the war at its end. It had been an intimate affair, and despite the toll his service to his country had taken on him, Tom still gazed into her eyes on their wedding night and made her feel like the only girl in the world that mattered.
But then Lois had announced she was taking Vera and moving to London - her and Connie had found a place they could share. A fresh start. She had hinted at wanting to move away from Longsight before, and Tom had dismissed it, insisting that the family must stay together. 
He was furious when she’d chosen to go anyway, refusing to be part of the send off party for her at the train station.
“This is where mum and dad are buried, how can she do this?!” He’d raged.
“They’re just headstones, Tommy,” she had tried to reassure him, “memories go everywhere with you.”
“You wouldn’t fucking understand,” he’d seethed back at her, “you’ve still got both your parents, what have I got?!”
“You’ve got me, you’ll always have me,” she’d said quietly.
He’d fallen silent at that, bowing his head and averting his gaze. It made her chest ache to see him that way.
It’s been close to a month since they were last intimate, and she has done her best to be patient and understanding. His time in the Navy has put him through a horrendous ordeal, coupled with losing Douglas, and his sister moving away, so she doesn’t pressure him.
However, she misses her husband. She feels that he is abandoning her each time he retreats into himself, going somewhere she can’t follow. Like two ships in the night, they pass each other by, laying in the same bed physically but emotionally never further apart.
When a letter arrives from Lois, letting them know she’s settled and would love for them to visit, she jumps at the opportunity. She has some money put aside from her job at the factory, and her and Tom never got to have a honeymoon, this would be the perfect way for them to rekindle the romance in their marriage.
She is shocked, yet thrilled, when Tom actually agrees to it, and the pair of them arrange a week’s worth of leave from their respective jobs, arranging to stay in a hotel rather than impose themselves upon Lois’ hospitality. There’d be plenty for them to do while they’re there, and she can’t wait to see the sights of Piccadilly Circus and Carnaby Street, she’s never been to London before.
Tom has stared silently out of the window the entire train ride from Manchester, though she knows better than to believe he’s taking in the scenery. It’s merely so he doesn’t have to make conversation. She can live with that, she is certain that once they’ve had their romantic week away that he’ll be much more talkative on the journey back.
Everything will be fine once we’re checked into The Halcyon.
It is early evening by the time they arrive, and Euston station is a crowded rush of people when they step onto the platform. She is fearful of it for a moment, never having seen so many people all in one place at once, until Tom takes her by the hand, guiding her through the crowds towards the taxi rank. Her heart soars at the gesture, a hopeful smile tugging at her lips over his protectiveness. Perhaps he is not lost to her after all.
She stares in wide eyed wonder out of the window of the black cab as it drives through the streets of London. It is similar to Manchester in its greyness and vastness, they both have all the trappings of big city living, however, the heart of London beats to an entirely different rhythm than that of Manchester’s. The capital seems harsher, more relentless than the northern locale that she calls home. She wonders if perhaps this is the right place to try to rekindle the spark in hers and Tom’s marriage after all.
That is until they step into the foyer of The Halcyon. Her heels click against the black and white tiles of the foyer, her mouth agape as she takes in the opulence of the huge pillars, the palm trees that flank either side of the entrance, and the yellow and orange hues of the stained glass panel in the ceiling. How could they not reignite their passion when they were going to live like royalty for a week?
“Billy!” The dark haired woman manning reception calls around the corner, once they’ve checked in. “Come and help Mr and Mrs. Bennett with their bags.”
A tall, lean young man, who can’t be any older than twenty, rounds the corner. He’s handsome, with bright blue eyes, and mousy hair that’s slicked back beneath the cap of his black and grey bellboy uniform.
He gives her a tight lipped smile, the tips of his ears turning pink as he looks at her and she can’t help the way she preens at his flustered state.
Still got it.
“Second floor, Billy,” the receptionist tells him as he leans down to grab their suitcases, “room twenty six.”
Billy nods. “Right this way, please, Mr and Mrs. Bennett,” he says, directing them towards the lifts.
She can feel the bellboy’s gaze upon her in the tight confines of the elevator and smiles to herself. At least someone was appreciative of her.
He takes his leave, bidding them both a good evening once their luggage is deposited outside of their room door, and her and Tom are left alone once more.
Tom whistles low as they enter, flicking on the lights, and she feels pride swell in her chest that he’s impressed by the lavish surroundings. A shiver of excitement runs through her as her eyes move over the crisp white pillows and crimson duvet that adorn the bed, thinking that this might be where they’ll finally make love for the first time in a month.
It’s a beautiful room; lace curtains hang in the windows, ornate floral wallpaper decorates the walls, there’s a writing desk by the window, and a yellow velvet armchair is placed off to one side by the bed.
Turning back towards Tom, she steps towards him, sliding her hands up his chest, over his jacket. She smiles demurely up at him, her voice a soft purr. “So, Mr. Bennett, what shall we do now?”
“It’s been a long journey, love,” he tells her, taking one of her hands and brushing his lips against her knuckles. “Let’s just get some rest, yeah?”
“Oh…okay,” she nods, stepping back and looking away. She feels like she might cry, as disappointment weighs heavily upon her chest. This is not how she imagined their first night here would go at all.
As she lays in the darkness, listening to the strange sounds of the city, motor cars and loud voices, all seeping in through the closed window, she can’t seem to fall asleep. She turns her face towards Tom, who lays facing away from her, wondering if he’s awake too.
“Tommy?” She whispers.
“Yeah?” He whispers back.
She pauses a moment, and when she speaks again she’s unable to disguise the tremble of emotion in her voice. “Do…do you still love me?”
He rolls to face her then, and the devastation of what she’s implying is evident in the arch of his eyebrows and parting of his lips, illuminated by the light of the streetlamp that pours in through the lace curtains. She feels a lump in her throat, regretting having asked.
“Course I do,” he says earnestly, tugging her towards him, and she buries her face in his chest. He presses his lips to the crown of her head, rubbing her back. “I’m sorry,” he murmurs, “I’ve been letting you down.”
They stay like that for the rest of the night.
The next morning they sit in the hotel’s dining room for breakfast. Tom idly smokes a cigarette, a full English in front of him, while she butters her toast.
“Gonna go and see Lois today,” he tells her, taking a swig from his tea cup.
“I thought we’d arranged to visit her on Sunday?” She asks, frowning in confusion as she sets her knife down on her plate.
“We are,” Tom says, blowing smoke out through his nostrils - a gesture she has long since learned is a sign of irritation on his part. “But I’m gonna go see her today - alone.”
You’re going to start an argument, and then come back in a bad mood.
She sighs, folding her hands in her lap. “And what am I supposed to do?”
Tom shrugs. “Go to Carnaby Street, or whatever it was you were saying you wanted to do while we’re here.”
“Tommy, we’re supposed to do those things together, and I don’t wanna walk around London on my own!”
He nods, stubbing his cigarette out on the yolk of his fried egg, causing her to wrinkle her nose in disgust. He had barely touched his food, he never does anymore.
“Alright, look, I’m only gonna be gone a couple of hours, then we can do whatever you want. Why don’t you order some drinks for when I get back, and we can start our holiday properly?”
“You promise?” She asks with a small smile.
“Cross my heart,” he says, taking a final swig of his tea. He stands from the table and presses a kiss to her temple.
“And promise you won’t be horrible to Lois?”
“I’m not promising anything for that mardy cow,” he says, giving her a wink, before walking off.
She leans back in her chair, crossing her arms.
Fuck’s sake, Tommy.
She goes back up to the room once she’s finished her breakfast, and takes a long, hot soak in the bath. Almost two hours have passed by the time she has her make-up finished and her hair curled. Dressed in lingerie and a satin robe, she is still deciding on an outfit when she realises Tom will be back soon and she hasn’t ordered their drinks.
Calling down to the hotel’s switchboard from the phone on the desk, she asks for a glass of white wine and a whisky to be sent up to the room. Ordinarily, Tom is a lager drinker, but she decides he deserves a treat as they’re on holiday.
Ten minutes later, there’s a knock at the door and the bellboy from yesterday stands on the other side, holding a tray with the drinks they’d ordered.
She smiles warmly, watching him blush as he bows his head and enters the room, setting the tray down on a nearby table.
“Thank you…Billy, wasn’t it?” She asks, cocking her head.
He presses his lips together in a tight smile, glancing at her before looking shyly away again. It’s clear her state of undress is having an effect on him. “Yes, Mrs. Bennett,” he says, clearing his throat and straightening, clasping his hands behind his back. “Will that be all?”
Excitement flutters in her lower belly. It’s been a long time since a man has reacted to her so bashfully, and she’s enjoying it. She isn’t ready to let Billy slip away just yet.
“No need to be so formal, sweetheart,” she coos, “you can call me by my first name.”
He shuffles from foot to foot, huffing a nervous laugh. “Sorry, Mrs…sorry…”
“How old are you, Billy?” She asks, stepping towards him.
“I’m twenty-one.”
Seven years my junior. Not as bad as I’d thought.
“Did you serve, Billy?”
“Yes,” he says with a proud smile. “I manned the anti aircraft guns at the barracks for three years.”
The sound of a key in the lock draws both their attention towards the door, as Tom walks through it. Just as she’d anticipated, his expression is sour. He’s argued with Lois. 
“I’ll leave you both to it,” Billy says, with a polite nod of his head.
She knows how this will play out. Billy will leave, and Tom will allow his bad mood to ruin their day, either by refusing to leave their hotel room, or simply sulking his way around London when they’re supposed to be having a good time. Opting to use the current situation to her advantage, she decides to be tactical, and give her husband a reminder of what he’s missing out on. If he sees another man flirting with his wife, perhaps it will snap him out of this.
“No need to be in such a hurry, Billy, we were just getting to know each other. Or do you have somewhere you need to be?”
Billy eyes Tom carefully as he walks past the both of them, taking the whisky from the tray on the desk and sipping from it.
“Well, my shift finishes in ten minutes,” he says distractedly, “so I s’pose I could–”
“Perfect,” she cuts him off, taking his arm and guiding him to sit next to her on the edge of the bed.
Tom remains silent, taking a seat in the armchair and placing his glass on the table next to it. His jaw is set, gaze dark. He only ever looks like this when he’s sparring for a fight, but if this is what it takes, then so be it.
“Do you have a sweetheart, Billy?” She asks softly, fingernails grazing his thigh, causing him to flush bright red.
“Er…well…” he removes his cap, keeping his gaze fixed on it as he turns it round in his hands. “There was a maid that worked here…Kate, her name was. I fancied her…really fancied her, but she moved back to Ireland to be with her family when the worst of the bombing hit.”
“Oh, you poor love,” she soothes, giving his hand a squeeze. “I expect a handsome lad like you has girls queuing up.”
The click of Tom’s lighter pulls their focus back to him, and he exhales a plume of smoke, staring intently at them both. “Do you fancy my wife?” He asks Billy, with a steely gaze.
Billy swallows thickly, eyes widening in panic as he opens and closes his mouth.
“It’s okay, Billy,” she says gently, “you don’t need to be shy.”
“Well…I hope you don’t mind me saying, Mrs…sorry…but I think you’re beautiful.”
This time it’s her turn to feel embarrassed, and she averts her gaze as she feels her skin grow warm.
“Yeah, she is beautiful isn’t she? Would you like to kiss her?” Tom asks, lifting his glass and taking a deep drink from it, his eyes never leaving Billy.
Her head snaps up, looking at her husband with wide eyed shock.
Why is he asking that?!
“Tommy…” she says hesitantly, an edge of warning in her tone.
“It’s fine, love,” he takes another drag of his cigarette, settling further into the armchair, observing the both of them. “Go on, kiss her.”
Returning her attention to Billy, he’s shuffled closer, looking at her questioningly.
“Is…is this okay?” He whispers, leaning in.
She nods, closing the gap and her lips meet his. He is hesitant at first. His kisses are not as forceful as Tom’s, his lips are softer. As she reaches up to cup his cheek, he seems to grow more confident, applying more pressure, a quiet hum of approval rumbling in his throat. It makes her core throb to be desired like this.
When they finally part for air, she is breathless and flustered. She looks straight to Tom. He sits, watching them casually, fingers wrapped around his glass in one hand, propped on the arm of the chair, his cigarette burning low between his forefingers in the other.
“Do you wanna touch her?” He asks Billy, a low, darkened edge to his voice.
“Yeah…yeah, I do,” Billy answers, sounding more poised than he had just moments before.
“Go on then,” Tom instructs, “brush your thumb over her nipple, she likes that.”
She gasps softly as Billy leans in again, capturing her lips with his own once more. A quiet moan escapes her as she feels his hand tentatively slip into the opening of her robe, his thumb swiping gently over the lace of her brassiere.
He is not as self assured as Tom, Billy’s touch is featherlight by comparison, but it’s been so long since someone has paid this kind of attention to her that she responds to it just the same. She arches against Billy, her tongue slipping into his mouth as she hears his cap drop to the carpet with a soft thud.
“You can fuck her, if you want to,” Tom rasps, and she glances over at him, as Billy’s desperate kisses move down her neck. His blue eyes are still dark, she’s no longer able to tell if it’s from anger or arousal, the two states look much the same when he wears them.
There’s a part of her mind that’s screaming at her that this is wrong, that they should stop. However, if this is what it takes to get Tom to notice her again, then she’ll do it, and selfishly she’s enjoying how it feels.
Billy pushes her back, and she goes willingly. “Are you sure this is okay?” He whispers, his voice betraying his nerves.
She nods, untying and opening her robe, to reveal the lacy lingerie set she wears beneath.
Billy draws in a sharp inhale, before hurriedly unfastening his belt and unzipping his trousers with shaky hands.
He freezes, looking at Tom. “I…I don’t have a sheath.”
“Don’t need one,” Tom replies nonchalantly, crushing his cigarette butt out in the ashtray. “Best not keep her waiting.”
She pulls the gusset of her knickers to one side as Billy hovers over her. She can feel she’s soaked already. Billy is not quite as girthy as Tom, but still an impressive size that causes her breath to catch in her throat as he starts to press inside.
Tom chuckles quietly from where he sits. “She’s tight, isn’t she? Tightest little pussy I’ve ever had. Go careful.”
His words cause her to ache with want, and she moans wantonly as Billy bottoms out with a grunt. He’s gentle, much more so than Tom would be, slowly withdrawing before pushing back in, a dusting of pink prominent across his cheekbones.
“You won’t break her,” Tom tells him, “can just imagine how wet and warm she feels. Fuck her harder, and wrap one of her legs around you. She goes mad for that.”
She cries out, white hot sparks of pleasure swirling in her gut as Billy does as he’s told, the shallow pants of his breath puffing hotly against the side of her face.
Turning her head, she looks at her husband and he smirks, eyes raking over the scene before him as Billy continues to rut into her.
“T–Tommy…” she moans.
With each push of Billy’s hips into hers, she can feel her climax building, she’s right on the precipice, but it seems Billy is too. He tenses, a groan escaping him.
“Don’t you dare come inside her,” snaps Tom.
As if on cue, Billy pulls out, making her whine at the loss, coating her thighs in his hot spend as his jaw slackens and his brow furrows.
Before she’s had a chance to recover, Tom is rising from his seat towards the bed. “You can go now,” he tells Billy.
Still struggling to catch his breath, Billy nods, clambering off of her and fastening his trousers and belt back up. He stoops to pick up his cap, before hurrying towards the door, followed by Tom.
She lays there, dumbfounded and breathless, through glassy eyes she watches Tom hand Billy a bank note. “You’ll not tell anyone about this, d’you understand?”
“Y–yes, sir.”
She hears the door click closed, and Tom walks back over to the bed. His pupils are blown wide with lust and it sends a shiver through her.
“Enjoy yourself, love?” He asks, grabbing her thighs and tugging her towards the edge of the mattress, making her squeal.
“Are you angry with me?” She asks quietly, feeling shame bloom heavily within her chest.
“No,” he says distractedly, attention focused on her core. His thumb swipes through the stickiness that’s been left on her thigh, spreading it slowly over her skin. “No, I’m not angry.”
“You’ve been so absent lately,” she says sadly, propping herself up on her elbows. “Just wanted your attention.”
He straightens, nodding in understanding. “Yeah, I get it. I’ve been neglecting you, and that’s my fault. But don’t worry, I won’t anymore. Now–”
She clenches around nothing as his hands move to his belt, and she hears the metallic clink of it opening. “Now you have my full attention, and I’m gonna make sure you get all of it.”
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thought--bubble · 1 year ago
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☣Banners & Dividers by: @arcielee ☣
☣Stunning Will Header by @zaldritzosrose ☣
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venmondiese · 8 months ago
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TAGLIST
𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝/𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬, 𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐝!
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HOUSE OF THE DRAGON / A SONG OF ICE AND FIRE
ᯓ 𝐀𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐞𝐧 ᯓ 𝐀𝐞𝐠𝐨𝐧 𝐓𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐞𝐧 ᯓ 𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐞𝐧𝐚 𝐓𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐞𝐧 ᯓ 𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐚𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐬 𝐕𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧 ᯓ 𝐀𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐇𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 ᯓ 𝐑𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐧𝐲𝐫𝐚 𝐓𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐞𝐧 ᯓ 𝐁𝐫𝐲𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐑𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 ᯓ 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐚 𝐒𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫
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apothe-roses · 11 months ago
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12 Days of Smuff
Day 4: Reassurance & Car Sex
Billy Taylor x wealthy!Reader
Word Count: 309
Warnings: smut, piv sex, semi-public sex, allusions to classism?
Prompt created by @madmax8603. Dividers by @benkeibear and @mykento
Disclaimer: this is a work of fanfiction. I do not own the right to the character of Billy Taylor.
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“Billy!” you call out. You run after your boyfriend into the hotel’s car park. He stops, but he doesn’t turn around. You take a moment to catch your breath.
“Please don’t go,” you beg. He turns to look at you.
“Why shouldn’t I? It’s not like I’m welcome with that lot,” he says bitterly. He turns to walk off, but you grab his arm and drag him to your parents’ car.
“What are you doing?” He asks incredulously as you unlock the car and pull him into the backseat.
“Not welcome there? I invited you!” You tell him. “I wanted you there with me.” You cup his face in your hands. Your heart breaks when you see the sadness in his eyes.
“I’m not good enough for you,” he murmurs. “I haven’t got the money. The friends…”
“I don’t care about those things,” you interrupt. “I love you. You’re worth ten of any of those snobs.”
Billy wraps his arms around your waist.
“I love you too,” he whispers before kissing you. You deepen the kiss, sliding your hands down his chest. He groans as you palm his growing hard-on.
“Need you,” he moans while you undo his belt and open his trousers, freeing his cock. He slips his hand under your skirt while you stroke him, circling your clit over your panties. When you’re wet enough, he slides them to the side. He guides you into place, and you sink down onto his cock. Both of you groan when he bottoms out inside you.
You take a moment to adjust to his size.
“Billy,” you moan, starting to ride him.
“Just like that,” he chokes out in response. He grips your hips to aid in your movement. The windows fog up. Anyone could walk by and see you fucking the hotel bellhop, but you can’t bring yourself to care.
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assortedseaglass · 10 months ago
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🌟Christingle | Yuletide🌟
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Billy Taylor x Reader
Summary: Billy gets flustered when you help with make Christmas decorations for the Halcyon.
Content: Drabble, Fluff
Yuletide Masterlist
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Not for the first time that day, Billy Taylor swore under his breath.
“Sodding oranges,”
It seemed a waste to Billy; George getting all these oranges just so the hotel could use them as decoration. It was a waste too, that his afternoon was spent cutting them into slices while the other bell boys were down the pub. But Christmas was the Halcyon’s busiest period and his mother needed him to help wherever he could.
He hissed suddenly, sucking his thumb between his lips. “Bloody hell,”
A small giggle came from the kitchen door and Billy stood up at once, always ready to be of service.
“Everything alright?” Silhouetted by the corridor’s harsh light, you stood watching Billy, a friendly smile on your face. The white apron of your maids’ uniform was bunched between your hands, holding something in great quantities that you didn’t have enough hands for.
Billy rubbed the back of his neck. Ever since you’d started at the Halcyon, you’d made Billy nervous. With your bright smiles, shared glances during Skinner’s inspections and gentle demeanour, Billy couldn’t help but be enamoured by you.
“Yeah, oh yeah, fine.” He nodded and sat back down, pulling the front of his jacket straight and trying not to fluster as you pulled a wooden stool up to his workstation.
He wasn’t a complete stranger to girls. He’d danced with a few occasionally, and attempted to flirt at the pub, but as far as everyday interactions went, Billy’s experience was almost nil. Pretty young women came to the Halcyon all the time, under the watchful eyes of their mothers and husbands. But they either looked down on him, as one of “the staff”, or he was admonished by Garland or his mother as he watched a skirted bottom shimmy away for just a moment too long.
When you’d arrived, he was excited and terrified in equal measure. A pretty girl to talk to who wouldn’t pretend he was invisible and, even better, to work alongside in close quarters. A pretty girl who, most likely, already had a young man and wouldn’t think twice about daft, green, forgetful Billy Taylor.
With a clatter, you emptied the contents of your bunched apron onto the table. Jars and jars of cloves.
“For the Christingles,” you said, answering his glance at them. “Forgot to take a basket to the pantry.” You leant over him, the skin of your wrist brushing his, and took a few oranges from his pile. Billy flushed pink and glanced back at his work slicing the fruit. You didn’t notice. “It’s a waste, isn’t it?”
Billy looked up at you, smiling. “You’re telling me! I’d never even tried an orange until a year ago and here we are cutting them up for decorations.” Billy said, watching as you began adorning your orange with cloves. When you were done, you tied a red ribbon around it’s centre and curled the ends with the blade of a paring knife. You set it down next to you and took another orange in hand. Billy watched as, instead of decorating it, you began peeling it and placed a segment in your mouth.
Through your mouthful you asked, “What have they got you making then, Billy?”
“Garlands for staff kitchen. Not even for the guests. Bloody hell!” He dropped the knife and orange and sucked his thumb.
In an instant, you took his hand in yours. “D’you cut yerself?” Your mouth was still full of orange segments.
“Nah, no,” Billy coughed. “It’s the juice. I’ve a cut on my thumb and the juice keeps irritating it.”
“Over here,” you stood up, not letting go of his hand, and pulled him over to the sink. Running the faucet, you checked its temperature, “not too hot, not too cold,” and placed his hand underneath it.
Billy sighed in relief as the acidic sting dissipated.
“Tell you what, Billy,” you began patting his hand dry. “Why don’t you do the Christingles, and I’ll do the garland? The cloves won’t irritate your hands then.”
Billy was about to voice his agreement when you lifted his hand to your mouth and kissed his thumb. “All better!”
“Blimey.” He stood stock still as you walked back to the table and swapped his tray of orange slices for your jar of cloves. Coughing awkwardly and once more straightening his uniform, Billy made his way to sit beside you, a little closer than last time.
He took up the cloves and began piercing the skin of the orange. As he did, the sweet oil of the fruit filled the air. You inhaled deeply beside him.
“I wish they were cheaper,” you said with a smile. “I’d eat them everyday if I could.” You popped another segment into your mouth and Billy chuckled.
“You better hurry up and finish eating before cook catches you.”
“He won’t miss one orange.”
“No,” Billy finished another Christingle. “I’ll leave the ribbons to you. But I worry you won’t be able to stop yourself.”
“Oh, don’t worry,” you nudged him playfully. “I’ve already stashed one in my coat for later. Open up.”
“You what?”
“Open up!” You were holding an orange segment before his mouth, waiting expectantly for him to do as you asked. Hot nervousness prickled the back of his neck and in between his legs. Tentatively, he opened his mouth and the sweet, acidic taste of the lemon set his taste buds ablaze.
“Thanks,” he swallowed hard. “Can feed myself though.”
You laughed and peeled off another segment, popping it in your own mouth. “I know,” you blushed a little. “Just thought you wouldn’t get the juice in your cut again, that’s all.”
“Oh right,” Billy laughed that time, a little unsure of himself. “Thanks.”
“S’alright.”
An uncomfortable sort of silence fell between the two of you as you worked. You finished your orange and got back to slicing the others ready for drying. Billy worked through a jar of cloves and onto the next as he prepared the fragrant Christingles.
“Sorry if that was inappropr-”
“What are you doing Christmas Ev-”
You spoke at the same time. “You first,” said Billy.
You shifted in your chair and blushed again. A glimmer of pride shone in Billy’s chest.
“I’m sorry if that was inappropriate, Billy. I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable.”
“No, no,” Billy hurried to reassure you. In truth, it was both inappropriate and uncomfortable, but Billy found he didn’t mind at all. “It was helpful.”
You nodded with a small smile and cut another slice of orange. “And you Billy, what were you saying?”
“Oh, erm. Just, just what are you doing on Christmas Eve? Family plans..” his question trailed off awkwardly. Hopefully.  
“Nothing really, probably just help mum get the veg rea-”
“DoyouwanttogotothecarolserviceatSaintPaul’swithme?” It came out as one, wild word. Billy took a deep breath and readied himself to ask again when he was interrupted.
“Yes.”
He blinked in shock. “You what?”
“Yeah, I’ll go with you.”
“Oh, right, ok,” Billy began picking up and putting down various things on the table. Oranges, ribbon, clove jars, knives, entirely unsure of what to do. “Right, brilliant.”
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zaldritzosrose · 9 days ago
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Billy Taylor - Halloween Headcanons
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The fourth in a little collection of Halloween Headcanons for our Ewanverse boys (missing a few as they're being involved elsewhere!) for Fan Frankentober, see @fandomeventcenter for all the other contributions and the event details! Masterlist for the event can be found here...
Headcanons below the cut!
CW: Mentions of war, Billy being the best big brother, the Taylors being a soft family, Billy surviving the war, wartime Halloween, mentions of Halloween activities, mentions of reader (second person pronouns used), hints at reader and Billy's future.
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As a child…
Billy was an energetic child, always running his mother ragged from an early age.
And Halloween only made him ramp it up a notch. Natural energy mixed with sweets, what a combination.
Peggy did what she could to decorate their little home.
Making paper craft décor with Billy was nothing short of fun and comedy.
But it made his day. Anytime spent with his mum meant the world to him.
And when Dora came along? Billy was the best big brother.
Taking her out trick or treating every year, matching costumes because he could never say no to her.
But the evenings after, with little buckets full of sweets, mum’s hot chocolates in front of the fire?
Those were the best part.
At the hotel…
When Billy joined Peggy at The Halcyon, he was so excited to see the grand hotel celebrated Halloween almost as much as it did Christmas.
Decorating the lobby with homemade décor, usually made by the staff.
Billy was quick to join in, spending time using what Peggy had taught him to make paper decorations that made everyone smile.
As a bell boy, he was one of the first to greet guests and he became a firm favourite among visiting children.
Willing to play spooky games, just as he would with Dora.
Even telling the children some of his scary stories in the lounges – with permission from his superiors of course.
One year, the housekeeping staff convinced everyone to have a party downstairs.
The kitchen had made some seasonal treats, candied apples, cakes – you name it, they made it.
Music played on a record player for them to dance to, homemade costumes from whatever they could fine.
In all honesty, it was so fun, it became an annual thing.
One year, he begged his mother to let Dora come along.
A bucket was placed out, filled with water and some left over apples.
No one could say no to Dora, not even their stern chef. Soon, that little girl had got everyone to take a turn bobbing for apples.
During wartime…
Halloween was on the backburner during wartime.
It was less about parties and just about spending time together.
Billy, Dora and Peggy spending the evenings together – back to hot chocolates and blankets.
Billy had turned 18 and was waiting for his enlistment papers.
If Peggy had her way, she’d keep him close. Her children were everything and she wasn’t ready to let him go yet.
Dora spent more and more time at the hotel, with Billy finding her in the evenings.
He missed taking her trick and treating and was desperate for a time when they could do everything they used to do again.
When he got enlisted, even though he was only down the road from the hotel, he missed everything even more.
So, when he finally made it home, a week after Halloween, he was already making plans for his next Halloween the best one yet.
And now…
You were a new addition to the housekeeping staff, close friends with Kate before you had even started working at the hotel.
You would pass Billy in the hallways, friendly enough. But he was entirely enamoured with you.
You were beautiful, funny and so very kind. There was little he didn’t adore about you, though he was aware he barely knew you.
He’d asked Kate about you. The things you liked, the things you didn’t.
Kate knew him well enough to know he had a crush on you – the way he’d avert his gaze and blush was a telltale sign.
But she knew you too. And she knew just how perfect you two would be together.
So, when Halloween rolled around, she made sure you two were in charge of organising the staff party.
Much like Billy, you loved Halloween and everything it entailed. You loved all seasonal holidays really. But you loved dressing up on Halloween.
You were downstairs in the staff room, organising the decorations for the year when Billy walked in.
A quick conversation made it very clear how much you two had in common. And your relationship only sparked from there.
Dancing for most of the night. Sharing your treats and hot chocolate at the end of the night.
So, it was no surprise, when a few months later you were a couple. Entirely inseparable.
And when next year’s Halloween rolled around, you were a firm addition to the Taylor household.
Dora was obsessed with you, threatening to take you away from Billy every time she spent time with you. Peggy adored you, treating you like a daughter.
The day of Halloween itself, Dora had begged you and Billy to take her out for her costume. And of course, you both agreed. Dora had you both wrapped around her finger.
You went to shop after shop, picking out little things you could use to handmake her a costume for that evening.
Billy even picked out a few things for the two of you to wear.
And when Halloween night came, the three of you were one of the first out trick or treating.
Dora out front, you and Billy behind, walking hand in hand as Dora filled her bucket with sweets.
And as was Taylor tradition, you all ended the night with blankets, treats and Peggy’s hot chocolate.
If Billy was asked, he would say you’d made his Halloween’s entirely perfect.
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tomhiddleston · 1 year ago
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One More Tomorrow (Billy Taylor x Fem!Reader) - Chapter II.
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CHAPTER I.
Summary: Billy's crush returns to The Halcyon for her seventeenth birthday and the two of them enjoy more chances to grow closer.
Pairing: Billy Taylor x Fem!Reader (third person)
TW: so much fluff, blink and you miss it Billy having some impure thoughts, mention of death of a parent, Billy being Billy again
Word Count: 5.5k+
A/N: I love Billy Taylor so much that I want to scream, explode out of my body, and ascend to the moon. That's the author's note. Also, thanks again to @valeskafics for giving this a read-through for me! c:
Disclaimer: I do not own any The Halcyon characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.
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Art deco dividers by @saradika
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It is the longest summer of Billy’s life, waiting for the months to tick by and November to finally arrive. Every day is just another shift. The same old thing day in and day out. Now and then, Billy catches himself staring wistfully at the marble staircase as though he will see her coming down to have lunch with her father or pop out for a bit of shopping. He even starts dreaming about her. About taking her dancing or going on a drive through the country. One morning he wakes up blushing after dreaming about her in a wedding dress, walking down the aisle toward him in a church filled to the brim with white roses. 
Does she dream about him, too?
The stiflingly hot summer months wane on and Billy continually bothers Mr. Garland about the Greenes’ return visit to The Halcyon. Every time he asks, the answer is the same: there has been no request yet about any birthday party, whether for Mr. Greene or his daughter. Billy starts to wonder if she won’t return in the fall. If, maybe, she’s found a beau in Birmingham - one she would rather celebrate her birthday with. One her father might actually approve of.
He starts to mope around The Halcyon when August turns into September with still no word, enough that even Mr. Garland begins to notice. His mum, Peggy, has seen the most of his gloomy mood out of anyone, what with having to watch him drag his feet around their house every morning and night. “It’s about that girl again,” she tells Mr. Garland and both share a sigh. Young love can be such an overwhelming, complicated thing. But this is Billy’s first time coming face to face with it, and she hates to see her sweet boy - her eldest child and only son - like this.
Peggy is, therefore, elated when a letter arrives at The Halcyon addressed to Billy. When he arrives to have tea with her that afternoon, she wiggles her finger at the mailboxes beside her desk and tells him to look. 
But who would write to him? His confused expression only warrants a smile from his mother.
“It’s from Birmingham, Billy.”
He very nearly throws his teacup to the ground to lunge for the letter. Sure enough, that’s his name written in delicate cursive on the back of the envelope. His heart is pounding out of his chest as he tears open the letter and finds an automobile sketch inside with a single folded piece of paper. A handwritten letter so perfect that it almost looks printed.
Dear Billy,
Mr. Garland said you liked my father’s automobiles, so I managed to get one of his original sketches of the Model F for you. It’s not much, but I hope you will like it all the same.
I’ll see you in November.
She’s signed the letter “yours truly.” Not “sincerely,” not “regards.” He’ll be pouring over the meaning of that one for days. But, no matter the meaning of the signature… she’s remembered him. She’s thought of him. She’s taken the time to write to him! And she does still plan on returning to The Halcyon. 
Suddenly, his dreary summer no longer feels so dreary.
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November 1939.
The leaves on the trees lining the streets of London have turned orange and fallen. The grass, once kissed with glittering morning dew, slumps from the heavy frost that coats it each sunrise. It hasn’t snowed yet, but winter’s chill is beginning to set in in earnest. 
None of the ladies at The Halcyon dare step through the front doors without their heavy coats, gloves, and scarves any longer lest they catch their death, they lament. The fireplaces roar at all hours to offer some heat to the towering lobby. The doormen keep the doors shut as much as possible to trap the warmth inside. Cold manages to seep in every now and then when an unfortunately timed breeze blows through just as someone is stepping in or out, but it’s never severe enough to linger.
It is only a few weeks before The Halcyon’s lobby will be stripped of its usual flowers, vases, and other decorative trinkets and decked out in full Christmastime splendor. But first, the hotel must play host to the seventeenth birthday party of a certain young woman. And her father has spared no expense in decorating the lobby and the bar for the occasion. 
Before the Greenes even arrive, the lobby is filled with dozens of arrangements of white and pink roses in gold vases. Mr. Greene even commissioned a special tiered gold chandelier for the occasion, which hangs low over a stunning centerpiece of peonies, hydrangeas, roses, and lilies enhanced with sparkling Swarovski crystals. 
The other bellboys whinge about the decorations being too much, but Billy just brushes them off. He knows in his heart that they aren’t enough. Every flower in the world wouldn’t be enough to match her beauty.
He’s proven himself correct when the front doors swing open and she walks in, arm linked with her father’s while the other holds onto her dog’s lead. Billy has made sure that he is the one to take her coat and hat. He notices the coy smile on her rouged lips as he slips the coat off of her shoulders and the soft blush that blooms on her cheeks when his fingers brush against her upper arm. 
“Hello, miss,” he mutters softly, unable to hide his own smile. His heart is full to bursting at being so close to her again. The warm, rosy scent of her perfume is filling his nostrils and making his head spin.
“Hi,” she whispers over her shoulder, looking up at him through her eyelashes. “It’s good to see you.”
“You…” Billy’s mouth has gone so dry that he can’t finish what was meant to be a two-word sentence. He clears his throat to no avail. “Uh huh.”
She’s quickly whisked away by her father and Mr. Garland, who are eager to show off the decorations to her. It’s clear that she isn’t used to such grand gestures, seeing how she nervously clasps her hands in front of her and shifts from one foot to the other. Billy drinks in the sight of her, in her pale blue dress that he guesses has been tailored to fit her judging by the way it so perfectly hugs her every curve. His eyes linger perhaps a little too long on her bum because he hears Feldman clear his throat. 
“Come along, lover boy. Luggage to unload.”
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Billy doesn’t see her again until the following afternoon, when he is sent up to her room to take her dog out for a walk. She’s otherwise preoccupied, Feldman says. If it were for anyone else - even His Lordship himself - Billy would have groaned and grumbled about having to stumble about the streets of London being dragged along by a dog. He doesn’t even want to think about the more than few occasions when he’s lost control of a dog’s lead and left the guest’s beloved pet to run amok in the streets. He’s had to dodge cars chasing after more than one poodle or bulldog, only to return to The Halcyon completely out of breath and with his bellboy hat and cloak all askew.
But he won’t let that happen to her dog. There is no way that he will treat this dog as anything but the most precious jewel in the world. 
Walking toward the lobby, he has wrapped the lead around his wrist twice so there is no possibility for the dog to break free. He does thank his lucky stars that the dog is so small and well behaved. Even less of a chance to muck things up. Still… he can’t help but feel nerves churning in his stomach at the thought of something happening to the animal.
“Alright there, Clara?” he asks the corgi as she trots along happily beside him down the stairs. “It’s you and me today. Please be good, yeah?”
“Don’t worry. She always is.” 
Billy freezes. He knows that voice. 
When he looks up, his eyes meet hers. He’s been standing at his post by the door all day, hoping to catch a glimpse of her, but he wasn’t expecting to see her right now. His free hand tugs at his uniform jacket to make sure he looks perfectly tidy and in order.
“Clara, are you going for a walk with Billy today?” She coos in a high-pitched voice to the dog, who spins in a circle in excitement. He watches a small crinkle form at the corner of her eye as she smiles at her beloved pet. Her cheeks and nose are pink from the cold and her hair is windswept, but she still looks as lovely as ever. “Do you… mind if I join you?”
“N-not at all,” Billy replies, sounding more nervous than he’d like to. “Bit cold out, though.” No, he reprimands himself. Don’t try to dissuade her, you idiot! He’s fidgeting with his hands again like he does every time he talks to her. Get it together, Billy.
“It is, but… I need a break from all this last-minute party planning. If I have to look at another table setting, I think I’ll die of boredom.” She rolls her eyes dramatically to emphasize her hyperbole, but Billy still prickles at the mere thought of it. 
“I don’t want you to die,” he responds with a little too much sincerity. But he means it. He can’t think of anything that would be worse.
“All the more reason for me to join you, then, Billy.” 
Her smile softens the tightness in his jaw. He offers a crooked grin in return, but he’s kicking himself inside. Will he ever stop making a fool of himself in front of this girl? He could tell himself a thousand times to act normally around her and he would still muck it all up the second he opens his mouth to speak to her. And yet, she doesn’t seem to mind? She might even… like him? 
He reckons he’ll never understand girls.
Their walk with Clara winds up being the longest they’ve ever spent alone together. It’s so much more than a stolen glance across the hotel lobby or a few minutes spent chatting when he brings her tea. They are strolling through Hyde Park side by side, almost in a world of their own. This isn’t the time of year when mums are out with their babies in prams or old couples are walking hand in hand among the trees. Due to the cold, the park is uncharacteristically empty and quiet, save for their own shoes crunching along the stone path and the jingle of Clara’s collar.
But the very best part is that Billy has gotten a chance to hold a proper conversation with her. If by “conversation” he means “letting her tell him about herself while he bloody clams up yet again.” She tells him about her life in Birmingham, about a book she’s reading, about her father’s company. Anything and everything. He’s happy to hear her talk. He’d listen to her read the dictionary aloud if it meant he could hear the sound of her bright, sweet voice. She has a way of softening the inflection at the end of her sentences that is so warm, so comforting. 
“Billy.” His head snaps toward her like it does every time she says his name. “Is it true that your mum works at The Halcyon, too?”
“Yeah… she’s the telephonist.”
“Oh. I’ve spoken to her, then.” A realization dawns on her and she laughs, throwing her head back in a way that makes his ears go hot. “Oh… Mrs. Taylor. I’m so silly. I should have known. She seems nice.” 
“She is.” Billy wrinkles his nose. “Bit overbearing, though. Sometimes…” He’s convinced that his mum still sees him as her little boy the way she treats him at times. Fussing over his hair, fixing his collar, tying his shoes. As if he isn’t turning eighteen next year. 
“Yeah, but that’s just her being your mum, isn’t it? They’re supposed to be like that. It just means she loves you.”
Billy shrugs. Doesn’t make his mum any less annoying about it. “What about your mum?” 
He realizes he’s well and truly stepped in it when he sees her face fall. He had wondered why only she and her father had been to The Halcyon, but guessed that maybe her mum didn’t fancy traveling. But the way she purses her lips and stares at her feet as they continue walking suggests something else. 
“She died when I was four.” 
“Oh–” Billy feels his heart sink at having brought up such a sorrowful memory. He wants to apologize a million times and it wouldn’t be enough to convey how sorry he is.
“Please don’t feel bad about asking. It’s been so long that I… I don’t really remember her. It’s just been me and dad all this time. And he makes sure I know that I’m loved.” She laughs dryly. “I mean, look at how completely overboard he’s gone with this birthday party. I guess that’s his version of being overbearing.”
Billy’s expression softens. “Well, but… you deserve it, though. I’d throw you a party like that. If I had the money.” He realizes what he’s just said and hurriedly attempts to cover his tracks. “I mean…! If I was your dad. No–” Bloody hell, you’ve just made it worse. 
She laughs in the same way she does whenever he fumbles over his words with her. Not laughing at him, not laughing like he’s stupid like other people tend to do. It’s a genuine, sweet laugh accompanied by that glimmer in her eyes that he loves so much. He pulls his lips inward as he feels new heat rush to his cheeks. 
“Did you get my letter, Billy? From this summer?”
His previous embarrassment almost completely forgotten, his face lights up in a wide grin. He becomes more animated than he’s ever been around her, almost bouncing along the path beside her. She clearly notices, judging by the way she smiles.
“Oh, god. Yeah, I did…! That sketch by your dad… that was bloody incredible!”  
She laughs again, a laugh that seems to warm the air around them. “I’m so glad you liked it.” 
“Liked it? I… I loved it. The Model F is the most brilliant car on the market. But you… know that…” Billy stops himself before he begins to fanboy even more. He feels a little flutter in his heart as he glances sideways at her, though. He dips his head a bit in a moment of sudden bashfulness. “Can’t believe you… you know. Thought of me.”
“‘Course I did.”
Billy turns it over again and again in his mind, trying to decipher the meaning of her words. If he weren’t such an idiot, he’d come right out and ask her. But the words bloom and die on his tongue in an instant. 
He can’t remember a time when a girl ever looked twice at him, let alone thought of him when they weren’t together. Had she really taken time to think about him when she had returned home to Birmingham? Did she think of him when she took tea every afternoon, or when she removed her coat upon stepping inside her house? 
His silence eventually prompts her to prod him with a question of her own.
“Did… you think of me, too, Billy?”
His eyes are wide when he turns to her. He doesn’t mean to stare at her like some startled animal, but he can’t bloody help it. The thought of divulging the truth to her strikes the fear of God in him. 
“Yeah, I did,” is all he can manage to push past the frog in his throat.
Yes, he thought of her. He thought of her every morning as he stepped foot into the hotel lobby. He thought of her whenever he passed the flower shop at the end of his street and smelled the freshly cut roses they had for sale. He thought of her on rainy days, on sunny days. He thought of her morning and night. 
Even his younger sister, Dora, eventually started to notice how Billy seemed to float around their house whenever he would start to think about her. Being only eight years old, it had been a prime opportunity for the younger Taylor sibling to tease her brother relentlessly. But not even Dora’s incessant needling could have dissuaded Billy from thinking about the charming, beautiful girl from Birmingham who had smiled at him and made him feel wanted. Nothing could.
That’s what Billy would have said to her if he’d had the courage to do so. 
Instead, he just manages to flash a shy little smile that seems to satisfy her because she responds with one of her own. 
“Will I see you around at my party tomorrow night?” 
“Yeah… I’ll be working.” 
She doesn’t know that he begged and pleaded with one of the other bellboys to switch shifts with him so that he could be there. He doesn’t tend to work such late evenings. His mum prefers him to be home for dinner. But he would have done anything to be there for her party, even if it means that he will be stood by the door taking hats and coats all night.
“I wish you could come to the party itself,” she mutters softly, perhaps thinking that he can’t hear her. She sounds so earnest that it gives him butterflies. “My dad and my cousin Margaret won’t tell me what they’ve got planned, but I think it'll be a real gas.”
Billy knows he may be a bit daft sometimes, but he isn’t stupid enough to think that he could be anything but a bellboy at her party. When he’s alone with her, it feels a bit like they aren’t from different social classes. That the earrings she wears aren’t real diamonds and her clothes haven’t come from the finest shops in London. That he isn’t a lad from down the street who’s never owned anything that wasn’t second hand. She treats him like he’s someone. Someone worth talking to, worth listening to. Someone who is more than just another worker whose name she’ll forget by the next day.
It brings him crashing back down to earth every time he steps out of their little bubble and back into the real world. In the end, he’s just a bellboy. And she’s a beautiful heiress. Love, affection, even friendship between people like them is something forbidden. That is something that Billy must constantly remind himself of. It hangs in the very air around them whenever he is with her. But it does not stop him from wanting her.
“I’m sure you’ll have a great time,” Billy says, and he means it. “I hope you do.”
Billy laments that they’ve been walking for long enough that The Halcyon has come back into view. Their approach spells the end of their walk together. It’s a return to that real world where they must go their separate ways; him, to his work, and her, to her glittering, beautiful life. 
The hotel lobby welcomes them back with the warmth of the fireplaces, which helps them begin to shake off the November chill. Theirs is a quick goodbye as her cousin pulls her away, shrilly and breathlessly admonishing her for disappearing when there is still so much to do for the party. But she’s sure to give Billy one last tender smile before she disappears into the restaurant.
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There’s hardly any room to breathe, let alone move, through The Halcyon lobby on the night of her seventeenth birthday party. If anyone thought there had been too many flowers in the room before, then they would have had to rethink their definition of “excess” upon seeing the state of the lobby tonight. 
Flowers, mostly white roses, cover every pillar, frame every doorway, cover every rung on the bannister. There is even an archway created entirely from flowers at the top of the staircase - the perfect setting for the birthday girl’s grand entrance. And the gold accents have only been expanded upon since the day before. In some places, the light bounces off of the gold candelabras and vases in such a way that it casts a warm reflection on the walls and floor. It’s the most extravagant affair that Billy has seen at The Halcyon in more than a year of working there.
And it’s all for her.
The buzz in the room dies down in an instant when Mr. Greene appears in the archway at the top of the stairs, delivering a short speech about the gathering of family and friends that is eloquent without any of the stuffiness of having been rehearsed. It’s clear by the reaction of the crowd that he has a natural charisma about him - something that his daughter has clearly inherited from him. 
Billy’s eyes widen as she steps out from behind the flowers after being beckoned by her father. There must be a hundred people packed into the lobby, but it’s as though a spotlight has been shined on her. Flash bulbs pop and the room erupts into applause. But all that seems to exist in this moment… is her.
Billy enjoys the perfect view of her from where he stands beside Feldman by front doors. She’s wearing her hair in an elegant updo with roses pinned into her low bun. Her gold floor length gown cascades around her like a sparkling waterfall, flowing over each step of the staircase as she and her father begin to descend arm in arm. The dress is modest, with long sleeves and a v-neck that doesn’t show off too much. But the gold fabric gathers at the waist in a way that accentuates her lovely figure. Billy can’t help but bristle at the thought of all the young men who will get to dance with her tonight and rest their hands on the soft curve of her waist.
But when her eyes meet his from across the room - however briefly - all his jealousy and longing melts away in an instant. 
Billy spends the rest of the evening at his post but finds himself craning his neck each time the door to the hotel bar opens, on the off chance that he will catch a glimpse of her in her beautiful gold dress. He thinks he does once or twice, but he can never be sure. 
The night wanes on and Billy begins to yawn. He’s never worked this late before. If he wasn’t here, he’d probably be fast asleep by now. Feldman tries to send him home at half past eleven, but he just shrugs him off. 
“Billy, you’re falling asleep standing up. Go home.”
Billy hums and shakes his head, lifting a hand to his face to rub at his eyes. “Can’t go yet.”
“What are you waiting for, Billy? For me to have to carry your ugly mug home because you’ve fallen asleep on the job?” Feldman’s rising annoyance with him makes him blush.
“I…” Billy stares at his feet. “Could you do me a favor, Feldman?”
Fifteen minutes later, Billy is pacing back and forth in the dark restaurant on the opposite end of the hotel from the bar. The chairs have been flipped and placed atop the tables for the night. The silverware sits, polished and ready for the next day. The curtains are drawn across the floor-to-ceiling windows, with only the softest light from the street lamps outside filtering through them. Only the sconces on either side of the door offer any real light to the room. 
Billy has removed his bellboy hat and nervously sweeps his palm over his slicked-back hair to ensure that not even a single hair is out of place. In his free hand, he clutches a small, wrapped box with such a vice grip that his knuckles have gone white. And he continues to pace and pace and pace while he waits for the restaurant door to open.
When he sees the small crack of light at the door begin to grow and spread across the carpet, he stands at full attention with his hands behind his back. Somehow, his heart begins to beat more quickly than it already has been when she peers around the door. Her furrowed brow softens the moment she lays eyes on him.
“Billy… hi.” She’s smiling, and the light beside the door hits her face in a way that gives her an angelic glow. “Heard you wanted to see me.”
If only she knew just how badly he’s wanted to see her all night. He drinks in the sight of her, looking her up and down. He notices little details that he didn’t see from across the room earlier. The teardrop earrings she’s wearing that match her necklace. The little curled strands of hair that fall on either side of her face. The pink lipstick that’s different from the red she usually wears. He’s sure to be quick about it, not wanting it to seem like he’s asked her there just to ogle at her. 
“You look…” 
“Exhausted?” She jokes, but the sincerity on his face gives her pause.
“Beautiful.”
The lighting may be a bit rubbish for seeing her properly, but even he can tell that he’s made her blush. Her hand flies to her cheek as if to hide her smile. Her eyes fall to the floor. Surely she’s been complimented dozens of times tonight. He reckons - he hopes - that his has meant the most of them all.
“Thank you, Billy,” she breathes, finally pulling herself together enough to respond. “You look handsome, too.”
He’s caught completely off guard. The very air seems to leave his lungs. At first, all he can do is shake his head and let out a nervous laugh. “I’m… just in me uniform…” 
She takes a step toward him and he swallows hard. It still feels so hard to bloody breathe. “But you always look handsome… doesn’t matter what you’re wearing.”
It’s by some small miracle that Billy doesn’t fall to the ground unconscious right then and there. He very nearly drops the gift he’s still holding behind his back. It’s only when he has to fumble to catch it so it doesn’t tumble to the ground that he remembers why he had Feldman have her come see him.
“I… I, uh…” he flounders trying to speak again. “Bout to be off for the night, but, uh… didn’t wanna leave til…” He clears his throat. “Til I gave you this.”
“What?” He sees her eyes narrow suspiciously, although she keeps her lips turned up in a smile.  
Billy takes a step toward her, dotting out his tongue to wet his lips. “Close your eyes… and hold out your hands.” 
She does exactly as he asks, letting her eyes fall closed before she extends her perfectly manicured hands. Into her cupped palms, he placed the little box he’s kept in his locker all night. He’s seen the pile of gifts that she’s received tonight, the big boxes with their shiny wrapping paper and bags tied up with perfect bows. The one in her hands is no bigger than a makeup compact, and wrapped in crinkled newspaper with a paltry, crooked bow made out of twine. It’s hardly the most glamorous gift she’s gotten, probably ever. He almost feels embarrassed as he sees it resting atop her hands.
When she opens her eyes and sees what he’s given her, she doesn’t react in disappointment. Rather, Billy watches her face light up in a smile.
“Billy… you didn’t have to–”  
Billy rocks back onto his heels and offers a little shrug. “I know… but I… I had to get you something for your birthday. You only turn seventeen once.”
She’s holding the little gift as though it’s a delicate baby bird. “Do you want me to open it now?”
“Well, I– I mean, you don’t have to…” What if she didn’t like it? She wouldn’t have to pretend to be grateful if he wasn’t there when she unwrapped her gift.
But his words go in one of her ears and out of the other. She carefully plucks the bow open and unveils the ruby red box that’s been hiding beneath the newspaper. Inside it, she finds a delicate rose brooch. The stem is made out of a shiny gold that matches all the gold accents dotted about the hotel lobby. The petals themselves are white. Billy thinks he remembers the shopkeeper say that it’s porcelain. 
“Happy birthday.”
“Oh, Billy…” she whispers as she admires the brooch.
He saved up for months to buy it for her after seeing it in the window of the pawn shop down the road from his house on his way home from work one day. His mum and dad usually expect him to chip in for necessities now that he’s employed. “It’s your money, Billy,” his mum said to him when he asked if he could keep a little more to save for the brooch. He put away every penny he could after that. What should have taken him six months to save up, he saved in only four. 
“I, uh… saw it and thought of you,” Billy says warmly. “I know how you… like roses and all…” 
She delicately lifts the brooch from its box and lays it flat in her palm to see it better in the light. She turns it over and over again, treasuring every last detail. And all the while, the smile in her eyes shimmers brighter than the sun.
“Billy, this is so… incredible. It’s beautiful…” 
“Yeah…?” He feels a sense of pride, hearing her genuine gratitude and seeing her joy. 
“Yeah.” She finally looks up at him and he felt his stomach flip. “Billy, it’s perfect. I love it. I love it so much…” She reaches out to take his hand and wraps her fingers around his. Her touch is soft and warm against the calloused pads of his fingers and palm. Bloody hell, how many times can he nearly faint in front of her in one evening?
For a fleeting moment, there’s a force that draws them closer to one another. His senses are overwhelmed by the smell of her perfume, the warmth of her hand in his, the sight of her face so close to his. But he’s a bloody idiot as always and stands completely frozen in place. He wants to lean down and press his lips to hers, but his muscles won’t move.
He clears his throat. “Can I… put it on for you?” 
He sees disappointment flash across her face before she pulls away. She’s quick to replace it with a sweet grin, but he knows he’s missed his chance. He’ll be kicking himself for weeks for this. Stupid, stupid coward. 
“Please.” 
His hands are shaking as he takes the brooch from her and fumbles to clasp it to the front of her dress, just below her left shoulder. 
“How does it look?” she asks.
Billy can think of a million ways to describe her beauty in this moment. Not just the way the brooch looks on her, but everything about her. In the end, he smiles crookedly and settles on the one he thinks encapsulates her best.
“Exquisite.” 
Their time together is short as always. Her party can’t go on without the guest of honor and he can finally allow Feldman to send him home now that he’s given her her gift. His mum’s probably waiting up to make sure he gets home safe and it’s nearing midnight, now.
“Billy, we’re leaving for home in the morning,” she tells him as if he doesn’t already know that. “I guess… you’re off tomorrow.”
In any other situation, he’d be glad that Feldman wasn’t making him come in first thing after working such a late shift. But now it means that he won’t be there to see her off like he did the last time. 
“Can I write to you again, Billy? After I get home?” 
“Of course.” His earlier embarrassment at having denied her a kiss is somewhat dulled by the assurance that she wants to keep in touch. “But my handwriting’s a bit rubbish…”
She laughs. “I’m sure it’s fine. I’d… like to see it. Be sure to write back. Promise?”
“Promise.”
Satisfied, she pulls open the door but stops in the doorway. “Thank you again, Billy. For my present. It’s the best one I’ve gotten tonight.” She chews on her bottom lip, lingering on the boundary between the restaurant and the lobby for just a moment longer. She presses her cheek to the edge of the mahogany door, staring at him as though she doesn’t want to go. But eventually she relents as calls of her name echo through the lobby and she is beckoned back to the party.
And Billy watches dreamily until long after the bar door shuts behind her. 
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That's it.
Send me requests for Billy. Please. I'm begging all of you.
Edit: the fact that I literally forgot how to write just from looking at him
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A request for the war boys polycule, where Billy and reader are fed up of Tom flirting with people and decide to teach him a lesson. They know his flirting isn’t serious, but maybe after a stressful week at their jobs and Tom not helping much with the housework, them seeing him harmlessly flirting with someone again is their last straw. So they tie him up and spank him, then sexy time follows. ❤️❤️❤️
Warnings: flirting, jealousy, kissing, spanking, oral (m receiving), p in v sex, Tom being the worst at housekeeping, a tiny bit of Billy x Tom.
NSFW and 18+ only under the cut!
Tom is a flirt. You noticed it immediately, after interviewing him at the hospital, back when you first met him, and Billy. To him is a second nature, like breathing; both you and Billy know it's never serious when he winks and smiles, rakish and a bit dangerous, to people who aren't you two. You aren't positive about many things in life, but Tom loving you and Billy too much to hurt the two of you, is one of the stones you have built your life upon.
Yet, sometimes it leaves a bitter taste in your mouth.
When you arrive in the tiny home you three share, none of your boys are there to welcome you. You try to do the math in your head: Tom should be at the pub, already, and Billy must be on his way home.
Even since a big chunk of his colleagues at the Halcyon didn't make it back from the War, your sweet bean had been promoted to concierge duty, which meant longer hours and more stress for him: he was happy as a bell boy, his salary is higher now, but so is the strain he's put under.
You yourself, since you switched from journalism to a desk job at the publishing house one of your oldest friends owns, you have to juggle more tasks than when you were a war journalist reporting from the front, with Nazis ready to put a bullet in your head. On top of that, you have to think about the house chores, since Tom doesn't even try to help and Billy arrives home so tired, he physically can't give you a hand most of the times. And it shows: you need to do some dusting and deep clean the floors, there's a pile of dirty dishes in the sink and too many shirts to iron.
With a sigh you let the bags fall on the floor. You don't ask for much, just a simple hand so that you can return home and don't feel like your day hasn't finished, yet.
Looking at the mess around you, you feel the flames of rage lick at your belly: you have the right to go to the pub and have a pint, like your lovers do! Who says that the house chores are all yours to manage?
You look at your reflection using the small mirror hanging in the narrow hallway, deciding you look presentable enough to go out and have your bloody pint. You abandon the bag where you have carried the manuscripts you're supposed to read and judge, send yourself a kiss through the mirror and grab your purse.
The pub is full and smoky, all your neighbors are here, those missing are on their way.
You spot Tom immediately by the counter, beer in hand he's chatting the daughter of the owner, who is too busy staring at him with puppy dogs eyes, to mind all the other patrons.
You don't go to him immediately, deciding to observe the way he seems to perk up when the girl laughs at one of his jokes, or one of the other men gives him a pat on his back. This is where Tom is the happiest, where he can boost himself and his incredible war stories; you know he loves you and Billy, yet you can't help but wonder if having to live your non-conventional relationship in the shadows ever puts a damp in his feelings. If, perhaps, he'd be happier with the pub owner's daughter, or any of the single women in the establishment.
Tom turns his head and notices you; a sincere smile appears on his lips and he motions you to join him at the counter. In public he can't be as open as he is at home with his affection, to the world you're Billy's wife, and a friend to Tom; you can't be anything more than that now that you stand by him, pint in one hand as you chat with one of the neighbors and try to ignore Tom's non stop flirting with anything that moves, all your frustration poured in the vise around your beer.
As soon as Billy arrives, cheeks apple red due to the cold weather, you realize he's not happy as well; he looks tired and makes a beeline for you with a stiff back and a slight frown on his mouth. He has a terrible 'poker face', as some American soldiers used to say, yet Tom doesn't seem to notice when he sees him and puts a pint in front of his face and keeps talking and smiling with everyone who would give him a bit of attention, which only makes the metaphorical dark cloud over Billy's head grow bigger and bigger.
You can feel your own rage grow, bitter in your belly, and you know you need to stop drinking now; the amount of chores waiting at home don't help brighten your mood, at least you wouldn't have to witness Billy's frown deepen and Tom being blissfully unaware.
Both your and Billy are silent as you two walk home.
Usually Billy is happy to share his day with you and to regard you with funny tales of his day at work; not tonight though. Sallow he smokes a cigarette, his hand in yours shakes a little with his own brand of unexpressed rage.
His sigh echoes yours when you two reach home.
"I'll do the dishes." He says, shoulders hunched.
Normally you'd thank him for his help and start doing something else, tonight you decide to hug him from behind, stopping his movements.
"What's wrong Billy?"
His hands find yours, crossed on his flat belly, his long fingers interlocking with yours; he needs a moment to spell out how he feels.
"Do you think Tom is happy with us?" He asks with a small voice.
You hold him tighter: you weren't the only one battling with these doubts.
"He looks far more happier with all these strangers than he is with us! Can't he see how much that hurts?"
"I don't think he realizes." You let your cheek find home between his scapulae. "It's the way he's made. He just doesn't see it, the same way he doesn't seem to understand that I need a hand at home. He breezes through, sometimes."
"Is it bad if I say that he needs to be taught a lesson?"
Sometimes you think your sweet bean Billy can't be any cuter than what he is, then he says something adorable and you just want to smother him with kisses.
"I think you might be right." You let him turn around in your embrace, he blushes at your devious smile. "And I might have the best idea known to man!"
Tom arrives home later, not drunk but his head buzzes pleasantly and his cheeks feel hot against the chilly wind that's sweeping the streets; he shivers when he enters the small hallway, if the heating is still working, it means you must be awake and working.
He finds you curled on the armchair, huddled in a dressing gown and under a blanket; the fire is still going but it's dwindled and you're squinting to read the manuscript in your hands.
You're the picture of home, and he couldn't be happier to have you in his life
"Hello love." He says with a smile.
"Hello stranger." You look up at him.
"When did you and Billy leave? I didn't notice."
He has bent his long back so that his face is at level with yours and he can steal a kiss from your pouty lips.
"I know. You were too busy being everyone's best friend."
You see the realization dawn on him.
You know Tom doesn't mean harm, he's used to hide his true self under a devil may care persona, and loses himself in it: he doesn't notice the pain he causes.
"You know it was just mindless fun, right?"
You see the way his eyes seem to get bigger and his mouth curves downwards; something that truly hurts him, is not being believed when he's telling the truth. For all the bravado, he can't stand to hurt you, or Billy, or the thought of you two considering him a liar.
You cup his cheek and he nuzzles your palm.
"I know. It still hurts though."
Tom kneels between your splayed legs and puts his big hands on your tights; his skin is running so hot you can feel it through the layers you're wearing.
"Let me show you." He says, voice uncharacteristically small.
"Will you?"
Billy makes enough noises to make sure Tom will hear his approach; if there's something they both come back with from the war, is the nasty reaction they both have to sudden noises.
Billy's arms circle Tom's waist, his lips find home on the delicate skin his nape; it still feels so strange to love another man the way he does Tom. It should feel like sin, like tarnishing himself, yet he can't stop the feeling from growing stronger and stronger with every day your little family spends together.
In front of him Tom shivers, and it's not the warmth of the dying fire.
"Yes." He croaks out.
Clothes gently fall from your three bodies as you climb to the master bedroom you share; Tom feels dizzy, his head full of cotton as he's been kissed and caressed, until he falls on the bed, eagerly sliding upwards until his head is laying on the pillows, cock hard and leaking on his tummy.
He moans when you straddle him to kiss him again, as your hands help him spread his arms, until he touches the headboard and grabs the wrought iron. He's so lost in your taste he doesn't feel the silk of a set of your old hold-ups stockings being wrought around his wrist, until you release his lips and slide down his long body.
His position doesn't come as a surprise.
When both him and Billy were recuperating at the war hospital, he had showed Billy some racy pictures he had acquired in France, a couple were of a scarcely dressed woman, in the same position he is right now; the blush that had covered Billy's cheeks had shot warmth in his belly, something he had elected to ignore, back then. He feels the same way right now: hot all over and ready to do anything you two demanded of him.
Gingerly he testes his bindings, knowing full well how the play of his thick muscles make you react: you must be drenched already.
He shots you and Billy a dirty smile, trying to hide the excitement he feels.
"What are you going to do to me?" He asks, trying to sound more collected than he actually is.
You smile, devilishly, your hands caressing the trembling muscles of his thighs.
"Give you the chance to show us how sorry you feel."
When your hands find the globes of his exposed arse, to knead the muscles, he jumps slightly: he knows what you're about to do.
The two of you had fooled around this way, that couple of times when Billy was working night shift whilst Tom didn't. It had been fun and the sex even better, after you had released him.
"You need to be taught a lesson." Billy almost manages not to stutter and turn tomato red.
"Is that so?" Tom smiles, rakish and impatient, testing the bindings again.
"Do you know how much it hurts to see you flirt with anything that moves?" You say, scratching the inside of his tight. "Only to come home to a mess?"
Tom hisses when you plant your nails in his thigh.
"Shut up Tom." You add. "And show us how sorry you are."
He's laying flat on his back, legs spread and bent to accommodate your form while Billy is kneeling by his side with his forehead against Tom's.
Slowly, following the long lines of his muscles, you caress Tom's legs to help him relax, gently reaching his arse to knead it again, feeling the firmness of his skin under your palms; he's already panting, eyes stubbornly boring into Billy's.
"Bloody hell!" He growls when the first smack lands.
It's a soft tap, he's more surprised than in pain and you build from there, adding your strength with each spank you let rain on his arse, reveling in the way his whole body twists and turns to escape your stinging palm, until Billy has to grab his legs to bend them against his tummy. Tom moans desperate and then sobs when the pain escalates, he babbles when Billy tries to soothe his pain with gentle words murmured against his sweaty forehead.
His biceps strain against the bindings, shiny with perspiration, as he tries to break free from them to finally get to you: even folded the way he is, his cock doesn't flag, it strains and rubs against his tights with jolts of pleasure that mix with the pain you're subjecting him to, fueling the fire burning in his belly, mixing with the torment of his wrist and stinging arse.
With desperate strength he rips his bindings to grab at Billy, his nails scratching his back as the latter uses his weight to keep him in place and you slap his arse one last time with all your strength, before stopping, breathless the same way he is.
You and Billy help him unfold his legs and massage his stiff arms, you two kiss a reddened wrist each, until Tom's breathing slows down and he can take deep breaths, instead of desperate pants.
He feels your combined kisses all over his skin, ramping up his desire again. Billy's lips as light as feathers, yours leave marks on his body, until you reach his cock, red and angry, to leisurely lick it.
Immediately, Tom's hips jump under your attention, his voice a rough whisper, desperate for release.
You kneel between his splayed legs, arse up in the air, wriggling it until Billy gets behind you and grabs your hips to stop your movements.
Shyly, as if this is his first time, Billy lays on you, asking for your consent with a breathless moan: he's so hard he's desperately trying to keep his needs under control.
He breaches you as soon as you whimper a breathy 'yes', slow and careful of his size his cockhead enters your wet cunt and you moan, grabbing Tom's cock in a sure hold that has him kick under you.
You need Billy to fuck you faster and it translates in the way you lick and kiss his cock, lips already around his weeping head to suck him in your willing mouth. Under you, Tom pumps his hips following your fast tempo, groaning at your warmth and the way Billy's thrusts make you impale yourself on his cock.
Your body is the raging inferno consuming them both. Your cunt sucks Billy in the same way your mouth does Tom's cock, hungry you try to take more of them, feeling the orgasm unfurl inside of you as Tom's hand grabs your hair to push hard and fast inside your mouth, your groans spurring him on to fuck you, to take his pleasure, untill the band in his tummy breaks and his thick cum floods your mouth.
Hungry you try to swallow and lick all you can, but you're in no control of your body: the devious way your pussy curls around Billy makes him lose control and fuck you fast and hard, moving your willing body up, over Tom's spent one, one hand losing hold of your hip to find your clit to play with it, quick movements that have you shudder around him, feeling your own pleasure close, oh so close!
You scream when you come and Billy follows you into the darkness of his own pleasure, his body falling over yours in a panting mess of sweat and kisses.
You're not sure for how long you three lay huddled into one another; under your body you feel Tom nuzzle your neck, Billy is curled against your side, caressing all the places this hands curled too tight, apologetic of his own passion.
"I never realized it hurt you. You were both unbothered about it." Tom says with such sincerity in his voice that your heart hurts.
"Not unbothered." Billy says. "Simply frustrated about it."
You turn your head to look at sweet Billy, whose brow isn't scrunched anymore, yet his eyes carry the phantom of that pain.
"It will not happen again."
This is Tom saying he's sorry. You don't think you've ever heard him say the actual phrase: you have to make do.
"Will you try to help me at home? Having to wrangle everything by myself is as frustrating as you flirting like it's your actual job!"
"I didn't think you needed help with that! You do everything in the house!"
"Because I have little to no help! From you mostly!"
"Why didn't you ask?"
If you weren't so sexually satisfied, you'd punch him in the face!
"Do you really need to ask when there's so many chores to carry out at home? Can't you see dirty dishes or the pile of laundry that needs to be sorted?"
"My sister used to do everything at home for me and dad."
You're going to punch him, it's inevitable when you feel your arm raise up on its own; it's Billy's hand grabbing your fist to kiss your knuckles that stops you.
"We'll help more." Billy tells you with a soft smile. "Right, Tom?"
Tom doesn't look too convinced: if he has to be honest, he knows next to nothing about housekeeping and it's not something a man should spend his time doing.
"I'll give you an incentive, Tom." You say, sweetly. "Either you help me, or you'll find out how uncomfortable the bed in the guest room is."
"I already know! You exiled the two of us there!"
You bark a laugh in his face.
"And it was for a couple of days!" You say.
"It was a week." Billy pouts, adorably.
"Imagine sleep there, alone, for however long I deem necessary."
"You wouldn't."
You stare at Tom who is looking with an incredulous expression on his handsome face.
"Wanna bet on that?"
You can see the gears turning into Tom's head: you are both stubborn as mules. You're capable of barring him from touching you for months and Tom isn't sure he can live without you.
"No." He huffs, letting his head hit the pillows. "But I can't promise results!"
Billy surprises the two of you when he pops his head on his hand, to look better at Tom, and says, blushing furiously.
"You can always find yourself in this position again."
"Then." Tom stretches under your weight. "I'll make sure to carry out the worst work possible."
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ewanmitchellcrumbs · 11 months ago
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Hold Me Steady
Pairing: Billy Taylor (The Halcyon) x f!reader Warnings: Dry humping. Word count: ~1.3k
Summary: Billy has a close encounter with one of the hotel's maids after agreeing to help her decorate the employee sitting space for Christmas.
Author's note: Day one of the Smuffmas prompts - "hand holding and dry humping". No tag list. Follow @fics-by-ewanmitchellcrumbs and turn on post notifications.
She struggles down the stairs into the employee sitting room, the beaten up, old cardboard box she carries hindering her view, meaning she has to pick her way carefully downwards, one step at a time.
Halfway down, a large set of hands grip the box from underneath, relieving her of her burden, and she’s met with the wide eyed curious stare of bellboy, Billy Taylor.
“I’ll take that for you,” he says, giving her one of his trademark tight lipped smiles, before walking it the rest of the way down for her.
“Thanks, Billy,” she tells him gratefully, sighing with relief. “You on break?”
“Yeah, got fifteen minutes left,” he responds, setting the box down next to a pile of stacked band equipment. “What’s in here then?”
“The foyer’s being decorated for Christmas,” she tells him, coming to stand beside him. “This stuff’s not good enough to go out, apparently. Can you believe Mr. Garland wants me to throw it away?!”
Billy crouches, tugging open the box, raising his eyebrows as he pulls out a length of threadbare silver tinsel. “I can, actually.”
She playfully swats him on the shoulder, taking the tinsel from him and weaving it through the iron bannister of the stairs. “Thought we could decorate the sitting room with it. Looks more festive already, don’t you think?”
Billy chuckles. “If it makes you ‘appy, then why not? Want some help?”
She smiles, feeling her skin heat up as he looks up at her from where he’s kneeling. “You’re on break, I can’t ask you to do that.”
“It’s not work if I actually want to do it,” he says with a shrug.
They grin at each other, and he continues to rummage through the box, pulling out cracked baubles and torn paper stars, as she surveys the small under the stairs space that the staff have to relax in.
“It’s weird to think I won’t be here next Christmas,” Billy muses, as he hands her decorations out of the box.
She looks away, focusing on running the colourful streamers through her fingers, doing her best to ignore the twinge of sadness that plucks painfully at her heartstrings. “Oh, yeah, you’ll be drafted, won’t you? I expect you’ll miss your mum’s figgy pudding.”
“I’d sooner have trench foot than eat mum’s figgy pudding, ‘orrible stuff.”
They laugh, and she allows herself a brief moment to admire the way Billy’s cheeks dimple and his eyes sparkle when he’s happy, before returning her focus to the decorations.
Within five minutes, the old piano in the corner is decked out in ragged paper streamers, the staircase’s iron bannister is woven with tinsel that’s seen better days, and a fruit bowl in the centre of the table contains the battered remains of tree ornaments of varying shapes and colours - a fitting centerpiece for the dowdy little space.
She steps back, admiring their work, eyeing the empty alcove above the brown leather sofa that’s tucked away against the back wall.
“Would be nice if we could hang this last piece of tinsel up there,” she muses, “not sure how we’d reach though.”
Billy steps behind her, looking with keen interest at the space she’s referring to. “I think there’s a step ladder in the storage room, wait here.”
He disappears out the back and a few moments later returns with a rickety wooden folding step ladder. It wobbles precariously as he unfolds it, setting it down near the sofa.
She draws in a nervous breath, brow furrowing as she looks at it. “Are you sure that’s safe?”
He presses his lips into a tight line, tugging at the hem of his uniform jacket. “Er…probably best if you go up, less chance of you breaking it. I can hold it steady.”
She hesitates for a few seconds, looking at it with uncertainty.
The final piece of tinsel above the alcove really would look nice.
“Okay, but promise you won’t let me fall?”
“Cross my heart,” he says, signing a cross over the left side of his chest.
She giggles, stepping forward and begins to climb up the ladder. It wobbles as she moves, making her breath hitch, until she feels Billy grab either side of it, holding it still. She climbs the rest of the way, pinning the last of the tinsel to the wall, allowing it to bow slightly in the middle.
It’s not until her hands are free that she realises the view that Billy must have, and brushes a palm over her skirt, making sure her backside is covered. She sees Billy turn scarlet in her peripheral vision, averting his gaze, and her heart flutters at the sight.
“Here, look, we missed something,” she hears Billy say, as she slowly starts to climb back down. She turns slightly, seeing him holding up mistletoe - a dried, long dead bunch of it, tied together with twine.
Butterflies flutter in her stomach at the sight. “That’s mistletoe, Billy…” She breathes quietly.
“Yeah…” he replies, chest heaving as he stares up at her.
A moment of silence passes between them as they gaze into each other’s eyes, until she leans down and presses a gentle kiss to his cheek.
Billy gasps, turning pink all the way to his ears, quickly stepping back, and she squeals, toppling forward as the ladder wobbles beneath her.
He is quick to drop the mistletoe, grasping her hands, allowing her weight to push him back into a seated position on the sofa, to prevent her from falling.
They both breathe heavily as she straddles his lap, their hands still clasped together, staring at each other with wide eyes.
“You saved me,” she whispers, “but you dropped the mistletoe.”
“You…you can still kiss me…if you’d like to?” He says hopefully.
She lets go of his hand, leaning in and pressing her lips to his. It’s soft at first, until his arm moves to wrap itself around her waist, pressing her close to him.
The kiss deepens, Billy groaning in approval as her tongue slips against his, their combined breaths hot and heavy against each other. She can feel his rapidly growing hardness through his trousers and grinds herself against it, as his hand slips beneath her skirt, the press of his fingertips feather light against the hem of her knickers through her tights.
There is nothing but the sound of the shared sticky click of their saliva as their mouths move together, and the creak of the leather sofa cushions as their hips push wantonly against each other. Desire sizzles in her blood, causing her core to throb with every press of his clothed length against her.
The sound of footsteps on the stairs leading down to the sitting room causes her to scramble from his lap, quickly smoothing down her maid’s uniform.
“Billy?” Calls out the voice of Feldman as he descends.
“Just on break, sir,” Billy calls back, standing and stealthily attempting to adjust himself.
“That ended ten minutes ago,” the older man says exasperatedly. “Come on, there are guests checking in upstairs with luggage that needs bringing to their rooms.”
Billy’s eyes dart around in panic, his cheeks flushing. “Sorry, sir, lost track of the time. Can I quickly go to the toilet first?”
Feldman sighs. “Make it quick.”
Billy nods, shooting her an apologetic look before walking quickly away.
She puts a hand over her mouth, stifling an embarrassed giggle, knowing exactly what he intends to do.
“What have you two been doing down here then?” Feldman asks her, eyeing her suspiciously.
She clears her throat, smoothing her hands over her uniform once more, hoping her flustered appearance doesn’t give too much away. “Putting up decorations, Mr. Feldman. Looks great, doesn’t it?” She asks with a smile.
His eyes narrow, distaste apparent on his face as his eyes sweep the room, before looking back at her. “Yes, if you say so.”
She stoops, picking the mistletoe up off the floor and tucking it away in her apron pocket. She has a spring in her step as goes back upstairs.
That will definitely come in handy later.
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thought--bubble · 11 months ago
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But You can Show Me?
Billy Taylor X (Hotel Guest Reader)
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A/N: I have been holding onto this one in my drafts forever, the absolute filth in this had me hesitant to post 🤣 but alas time to release some more Billy Taylor into the world!
Warnings: Cheating, unprotected sex, smut, age gap, corruption kink (if you blink). (I suck at warnings, so if you think I should add something, please tell me!)
Why are all men so disgusting!
That thought has been playing in your head on a loop for the past two days. Since you caught your husband deep in the throws of passion with her. His secretary.
Your husband was supposed to be the love of your life. Your fairytale ending. You were supposed to fill your home with a cacophony of the laughs of children and declarations of undying love and devotion.
A farce. That is what it had been. Something entirely made up in your head. Unfortunately, you were the last one to figure that out.He hadn't even looked guilty when caught. Just annoyed as if you should have had the respect to wait until he was finished to question him about his actions.
Two days staying at a friend's house was long enough. You were thrilled to be spending your husband's hard earned money to stay at a fancy hotel while you figured out a way to get yourself out of this marriage without becoming destitute. He hadn't chased you down. No begging for you to come home. No promises that it wouldn't repeat. Just a "take some time to yourself" and a wave of his hand. Thank God for small kindnesses.
You step out of the town car that your husband paid to bring you here. Your black hair is curled to your shoulders. You wore your cutest cocktail dress. Black with red trimmings. Head held high. You step forward and take a look at the hotel. Big, fancy, just what you deserve after what you've been through.
Two bellboys meet you out front and introduce themselves as Billy and Derek.
Derek lifts your suitcase while Billy takes care of the hotel introduction.
"Hello, Miss, welcome to the Halycon hotel. My name is Billy, and I will be showing you to your room. " he stumbles over his words a little bit, making you smile. It's obvious he is making his best effort to follow the script given to him by hotel management.
"Thank you very much, Billy."
Billy brings you to the check-in counter.
"Room key for -" Billy scratches his chin and then flushes in embarrassment when he realizes he forgot to ask the guests name. He turns back to you, cheeks flushed bright red.
"Umm, M-miss. What is the name for the R-reservation?"
You tell him your name and get your room key heading to the lift.
As you get into the lift, Billy takes your bag from Derek and waves him off. You can tell billy is incredibly nervous. It's endearing.
"So how long will you be staying with us miss?" He asks voice squeaking at the end of the last word.
"Not quite sure yet," you smile at him, and you see a faint blush paint his cheeks.
As the lift reaches your floor, Billy puts his hand out as if keeping the lift door from closing on you as you step out.
You step to the side and wait for Billy to lead you to your room. He struggles a bit with your suitcase, and you stifle a giggle.
"Room 308" Billy stops in front of the door.
"Thank you, Billy." You open the door with your key, and he carries your luggage in.
"Just there is fine" Billy puts down your suitcase and rubs his palms on his trousers.
"Hold on one moment," you say as you start to fish around your purse, looking for some money for his tip.
"Oh that's ok you don't need to give me anything" he says nervously
"It will take just a moment. I know I have something in here," you continue fishing around. "How old are you, Billy?" You ask while continuing to dig through your bag.
"18. Just waiting on my draft papers now" he says proudly.
"Oh, is that right? I feel safer already knowing such a strong kind young man will be out there keeping us safe, " you smile finally, finding some money in your bag. You hand him a little cash and smile.
"Oh..... ummm.... thank you very much, miss, " he says with another flush of red covering his cheeks.
"Oh, I have one more thing for you," you say as you walk over to him and place a soft kiss on his cheek. His body goes rigid, and his face turns a dark red. Even the tips of his ears are red now.
Billy clears his throat, nods, and skates out of the room as quickly as he can.
You quickly unpack, making yourself comfortable in the room, trying not to stay in your thoughts.
You have a meeting with a solicitor in the morning hoping to find a way out of your failed marriage, and your stress level is through the roof.
In the evening, you decide to go out and bring dinner back. The thought of sitting alone in a restaurant is mortifying to you.
As you walk back into the hotel, you spot the adorable bell boy from this morning hat off looking like he must be getting ready to head out for the day.
"Hi Billy," you say as sweetly as possible as you pass by him on your way towards the lift.
"Oh... em hello miss" he says with that familiar blush highlighting his cheeks.
You tell yourself you should end it there. Keep walking up to your room with your lonely dinner and sit around in self-pity. Is that what you actually do? No.
"Did you get your draft papers?" You look at him expectantly.
"Oh, ummm, not yet. Sure, it will be soon. " he half mumbles half stutters.
You scramble around in your head, trying to think up a way to keep the conversation going but draw a blank.
"Oh. Ok then. You have a nice night, Billy. " Your voice is gentle with a hint of sadness as you continue on your way to the lift.
"Oh miss!" Billy follows after you. "A-are you alright?" His brows furrow slightly.
"Oh yes, I'm ok," you say with a small smile that doesn't quite reach your eyes. "Just off to have supper," you hold up your bag of food.
"Alone?" Billy asks immediately, regretting he had asked "Oh that's none of my business miss. I apologize truly"
"Oh no, it's quite alright Billy, yes supper is a solitary activity for me as of late"
"If you fancy some company, I could sit with ya for a bit. I've got some time?" He sounds entirely unsure of himself, but you got to hand it to the guy. That was brave.
"Oh... sure I wouldn't mind the company. " You smile sweetly at him.
The two of you walk back to your room in silence. Both of you too nervous to say much.
When you get into the room, you sit down at the small table and set up your food.
"So Billy, tell me a bit about yourself?"
"Oh.. ummm...... erm....me? Not much to tell miss." He cheeks are starting to flush as his eyes dart around the room.
"I'm sure that isn't true....... is there a particular station you are hoping to get when your draft letter comes?"
"Oh...oh! Yes. Yes, miss.... I hope to be where the action is." He smiles with pride
"But won't your family and your girl be so worried?" You say as you pick at your food.
His face flushes bright red again. " oh....um...oh I've got no girl, miss..." he looks away awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck.
Now your face starts to flush. You thought for sure a sweet boy like this would be matched up with an equally sweet girl. " Oh?..... That's...... that's quite a shock, if I'm honest"
His face is beat red now, and his grin is so wide that you're sure it must be slightly uncomfortable."w-w-why is t-that miss?" He looks over at you with puppy dog eyes.
'Oh boy. This is dangerous.' You think to yourself.
"It's just...." You look at him with mischievous eyes. " You are such a handsome young man. I'm just shocked a lady hasn't snatched you up yet"
His face is so red at this point that you're convinced it must be burning up. "Oh" he says quietly.
You move your chair over so you are facing him without the table between you. He starts breathing a bit faster while fidgeting with his bellboy cap in his lap.
"What are you so red for?" You say teasing.
"Oh miss, I'm not... no, " he says, touching his cheeks, no doubt feeling how hot his face has gotten.
You put your fingers under his chin and lift his head so he is eye level with you.
His breath catches in his throat, and he makes a slight coughing sound.
"Ummm miss? What is happening here?" He looks so lost and excited.
"Why did you want to come to my room with me?" You ask while gently rubbing your thumb on his chin.
" i-i-I.. what?" He asks entirely flustered.
"What made you want to come up here and be all alone with little. Old. Me." You tap his nose three times.
"Well.. i...i...umm.." he whimpers and looks at you helplessly at a complete loss for words.
"Maybe you were looking for a kiss?" You lean in towards him
His eyes go wide, and he stiffens. He opens his mouth as if he is going to speak, but all that comes out is a squeak.
"May I give you a kiss, Billy?" You say leaning in even closer
He nods furiously, his face becoming ever redder
You stand out of your chair and lean down a place a chaste kiss on his lips. You sit back in your seat and smile as you watch him he has a huge smile on his face and has yet to reopen his eyes.
"Billy?"
"Hmmmm?" He hums with his eyes still closed
You giggle "you can open your eyes now"
"No" he chuckles " not yet"
"But you'll miss what I do next," you say seductively as you move toward him.
His eyes fly open. "n-next?"
"What have you......done....with a woman up to this point Billy?" You ask eyes locked on his
"D-done? Lots of stuff, a course, " he answers with genuine confusion, and this basically answers your question.
'Do I really want to be the one to corrupt this seemingly angelic young man?' You think to yourself. As you mull this thought over your eyes, don't leave his, and you can see the gears turning in his head as he makes sense of what you asked him, and you can see the moment where the pieces fall into place.
"Oh... wow, miss." His face turns bright red again.
You sit back in your chair, and he picks up on your hesitation right away.
He scrambles out of his chair and onto his knees in front of you.
"Not much at all, miss. Not much at all... but....but.... but you can show me?" He looks up at you all eagerness and beautiful blue eyes.
'Call me the devil' you think to yourself as you slip out of your chair and onto your knees with Billy.
You grab him by the cheeks and pull his face towards yours as he shuffles closer towards you on his knees.
You press your lips against his, and he eagerly tries to kiss you back he's a bit over excited, and his kiss is sloppy, but this serves to excite you more as you smile into the kiss.
You nibble his bottom lip as he whimpers, and he does the same back to you.
You pull back and smile at him, his face is flushed, and his eyes are almost all pupil.
"Let's get a bit more comfortable, yeah?" You ask as you get up and reach your hand out to him.
He nods as he stands up, following you over to the bed like he is in a daze.
You sit on the edge of the bed and take your shoes off .
"C'mere," you pat the bed beside you. Billy sinks down next to you, breathing fast and fingers twitching.
You lean in close to his ear and whisper, "No shoes on the bed." You then crawl up onto the bed as he tries to get his shoes off as quickly as possible.
You lay back and motion for him to join you. He turns and crawls towards you on his hands and knees. You grab him by his collar, pulling him over you, slotting him between your legs.
He looks down on you, his body slightly shaking.
You start to unbutton his jacket, and he loses patience plucking the buttons quickly and tossing the jacket to the floor. Once it's off he looks down at you smiling as if awaiting further instruction.
You grab his cheeks and pull him down to you, kissing him gently. He kisses back with passion, grabbing the sides of your face and pressing his lips to yours harshly.
"Billy...... take your time, love." You giggle as he presses his forehead to yours.
"Sorry, miss. Got a little caught up in it, is all. " he brings his face down to yours and starts to kiss you this time calmly but still with purpose. He pushes his tongue against your lips, and you open your mouth, enjoying the sensuality.
"You're a quick study," you say as he pulls his face back to breathe.
His cheeks tinge pink again as he goes to kiss you again.
"Let's get these off first," you say, tugging at his waistband. That is all you needed to say. Billy had his trousers off so fast that you thought he very well may have just torn them from his body.
You slide your panties off as Billy crawls back toward you, his eyes like dinnerplates as he watches.
You pull the skirts of your dress up to your hips.
"C'mere" you reach out toward him.
He crawls back over to you, retaking his previous position between your thighs. There is noticeably less fabric separating you two as he lowers himself back on top of you.
The two of you begin to devour each other. He holds your cheek with one hand and your hip with the other. His body slightly shivering as he pushes himself up against your core, the fabric of his boxers, the only thing separating your flesh.
He whimpers as he presses up against you harder and harder, desperate for friction.
"Take them off," you whisper to him
He quickly shoves his boxers down his legs and yanks them off his feet, tossing them to the floor.
"I ummm.... I don't.....ummmm.... have anything with me, " he says nervously as he bites his lower lip.
"That's ok." You were too far gone to care at this point, and judging by his response, so was he.
He pushes himself into your heat slowly as he whimpers.
"Are you ok? Is this ok?" He grips your hip tightly as he continues pushing himself in slowly
" Perfect, sweet Billy," you coo. You were all too aware this was going to be a very quick affair but you wanted it anyway.
Billy bottoms out and doesn't move. He just hovers over you, holding his weight on his elbow, his other hand grasping your hip eyes closed with his bottom lip between his teeth.
You gently trace his jawline with your fingertips, making him shudder.
"I don't think...." he groans." I don't think I can move"
"Shhhh," you pull his face back down to yours and kiss him deeply and slowly. He starts to calm as he slowly starts to drag himself out of you before slowly pushing himself back in.
Just as you suspected, this was short-lived. Billy starts to move himself in and out of you a bit faster, pressing his entire body against yours as he whimpers into your ear.
"Thank you, oh gods, thank you." Just as you feel that band in your lower stomach tightening, Billy reaches his end with a loud groan. He collapses on top of you, his head on your chest, breathing heavily.
"Oh my. Im so sorry...... I didn't mean....oh boy"
You chuckle and kiss his forehead
"Let me show you one more thing," you say seductively. There is no way this man is leaving this room just yet.
He rolls off of you and looks at you quizzically.
You take his long slender hand and bring it to your bud and start to move it in circular motions, applying just the right amount of pressure.
" j-j-just there," you moan out. You lean over and start to kiss him again. The kiss is sloppy and dirty. Billy slides his hands down to your slick folds and gathers some of the mixture of his seed and your wetness and brings it up to your bud, resuming the circular motion you had shown him.
"Ohhh God. Oh god!" Hot waves of pleasure shoot through your entire frame as your body cleches tight. Billy watches on in awe.
You lay back and chuckle.
"Like I said quick study" you say in between labored breaths.
"Too quick....." he says rolling back on top of you.
"Think I need a bit more studyin, ya know. Make sure I got it down"
You chuckle as he moves in for another kiss.
"Just call me the devil"
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One More Tomorrow (Billy Taylor x Fem!Reader) - Chapter I.
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Summary: When a new guest checks in to The Halcyon, Billy looks for any excuse he can to get close to her.
Pairing: Billy Taylor x Fem!Reader (third person)
TW: pure unadulterated fluff, Billy being an idiot with a crush, some light swearing, this fic is basically a romantic comedy
Word Count: 5k+
A/N: I haven't written fic in ages so I hope you all enjoy my Billy Taylor brainrot!!! This is part one of a three-part miniseries I have planned... with potentially more to come if people want more? !!! Also, we're all gonna have to make peace with the fact that our nameless young lady has a surname, lol
Also, thanks to @valeskafics and @aegonx for reading this through for me!!!
Disclaimer: I do not own any The Halcyon characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.
Comments, likes, and reblogs are never required but are always appreciated!
Art deco dividers by @saradika
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Billy will always remember the first time he set foot in the lobby of The Halcyon. He’d come to work with his mum more than a handful of times over the years, especially when he was little. But, in those days, the only glimpse he got of what went on upstairs at the hotel was the silver serving trays that the waiters carried as they walked past his mum’s office. Seeing the lobby - the heart of the hotel - for the first time was like stepping into a different world. 
That was almost a year ago, now. Barely sixteen, with trembling fingers tugging at the high collar of his bellboy’s jacket. It was brand new and freshly pressed, so it had a stiffness to it that he wasn’t used to from the hand-me-downs that he usually got from his father. 
He followed Feldman up from the bowels of the hotel and through the door that had always been forbidden to him. What lay on the other side was something he could have only dreamt of. Towering columns carved from emerald green marble, glittering chandeliers, doorways trimmed with a rich, dark wood. The sweet smell of fresh flowers permeated the air. He wondered how it was possible for it to smell so strongly of flowers in a room so large. He reckoned his family’s entire house could fit inside the lobby four times over. 
The Halcyon was the most beautiful thing Billy had ever seen.
Until the day he sees her.
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May 1939.
His morning starts as it usually does. Quick cup of tea in the hotel kitchen. Dodge a kiss on the cheek from mum. Check on the hotel generator. Head upstairs to begin bringing down the luggage of the guests who are checking out. 
The dreary, painfully normal morning eventually turns into a rainy May afternoon. Billy’s shoes eventually become so waterlogged from escorting guests inside with an umbrella that he can feel his socks squeak against the leather with every step. He’s whinging about it to one of the doormen when Mr. Garland comes parading through the lobby towards the front doors with Mr. Feldman in toe. And if The Halcyon’s general manager and head concierge are preparing to greet a guest, then they must be someone important.
“Come on, then, Billy!” Feldman calls to him. “Fetch the umbrellas.”
Billy deflates a little, knowing that there’s little hope of his shoes drying any time soon. Still, he’s dutiful as ever and meets the other men at the front door with the still-damp umbrellas tucked under his arm. 
“Is his Lordship back in town?” Billy asks Feldman curiously. 
“No, Billy,” Mr. Garland answers instead. “It’s a new guest and one that we’re eager to impress. Mr. Tobias Greene, of Greene Automotive.”
Billy’s face lights up. “Greene Automotive? Oh, they’ve got the fastest cars on the market. Their new Model F’s got an eight-cylinder engine. Three hundred twenty horse power! It’s got a top speed of two hundred kilometers… an hour…” His voice trails off as he sees the look on Mr. Garland’s face. “What’s he coming here for? Their factory’s all the way in Birmingham.” 
Mr. Garland peers outside, looking for the arrival of their new guest’s car. “Something about setting up a corporate office here in London, I think. But it’s best not to pry, Billy. You know that. And please, no gushing to Mr. Greene about his cars.”
Billy nods and Feldman laughs at the disappointed look on the boy’s face. 
Mr. Greene’s car arrives at a very punctual three o’clock on the dot and the men step outside into the pouring rain to greet their new guest. Feldman is the one to open Mr. Greene’s door. Out steps a tall, dark-haired man with a thick mustache and shrewd brown eyes. The handshake he offers to Mr. Garland is firm but friendly. Billy can’t help but be a bit starstruck. 
“Come along, my dear,” Mr. Greene calls into the open car door. “Don’t make your father wait in the rain.”
A corgi jumps out of the car and into a puddle on the sidewalk, splashing water up the front of Billy’s grey trousers. Great. He barely has time to groan about it before he looks up and sees her. Mr. Greene’s daughter steps out of the car with the dog’s leash in her hand. It’s lucky that Billy is standing close enough that she is covered by the umbrella he’s holding because he’s frozen solid at the sight of her.  
If he was starstruck seeing her father, then he’s completely bowled over by her. She’s dressed in a beautiful fur-lined coat and has her hair done up in those curls that all the ladies are doing these days. Not a single strand is out of place. She looks like she’s just stepped off the set of a new picture or out of the pages of one of those magazines his mum reads. 
Her eyes meet his and it’s like he’s been struck by lightning. He wonders for a moment if his heart’s stopped beating. He sees her lips move but doesn’t hear what she says. How could he, when he’s so transfixed on her beauty? Plenty of good-looking women have walked through the lobby of The Halcyon, but not a single one of them could ever compare to her. 
Billy comes crashing down to earth again as the sound of the car door closing breaks him out of his trance. He’s not supposed to talk to the guests. Greeting them is Mr. Garland’s job. But he can’t help but squeak out a nervous “Welcome, my lady.”
She smiles in response and he melts. 
“Thank you.” Her voice is warm and sweet. Prettier than any melody. The little chuckle that leaves her is even lovelier. “But I’m no lady.”
Billy stumbles over his words, knowing that he’s mucked it up. His eyes widen and both hands move to grip onto the handle of the umbrella. “Y-yes, miss.” 
They all make it barely halfway to the front doors of the Halcyon when she turns to the car with a gasp. “Oh… my gloves. I left them in the car…” Her tone is pensive, more like she’s making a mental note not to forget them later than anything. 
But Billy, desperate to please her, springs into action without so much as a word. He’s at the car door in three long strides, only realizing that he’s left her standing in the torrential rain, umbrella-less, when Feldman snaps his name from atop the hotel steps. When he turns back, her suede gloves in hand, he sees her huddling for cover beneath the umbrella that Feldman is holding for her father.
He can almost feel the daggers in both Feldman and Mr. Garland’s eyes pierce through him, but then he sees the smile that creeps onto her lips. She’s drenched, the fur on her coat matted against her shoulders and her perfect hairdo ruined. But she’s smiling. 
When her lips part in a laugh, Billy knows he’s done for. Even if it’s him she’s laughing at, for being such a bloody twit, she’s laughing and he gets to hear it. If it was the only sound he ever heard for the rest of his life, then he would die a happy man.
Mr. Greene is not as charmed by Billy’s foolishness as his daughter, raising an outstretched hand for him to hand over the gloves and let them get inside. Billy can’t look the man in the eye as he places her gloves in his hand, but he does manage a small, sideways glance at her and sees that she’s gone all pink in the face. Just like him, he reckons. 
The Greenes are put up in separate but adjoining rooms on the second floor. Billy watches as Mr. Garland ushers them up the marble staircase. Feldman gives him an earful for what happened outside, but all he can think about is being the one to bring her luggage to her room. To see her again, maybe even talk to her.
He very nearly pushes the other bellboys over as they begin to bring the Greenes’ luggage inside. Despite their obvious wealth, they’ve traveled lightly in comparison to many of the other guests the Halcyon receives. Billy counts her suitcases. Only four. He can manage four on his own, can’t he? 
Feldman pinches the bridge of his nose at the sight of Billy, two large suitcases tucked awkwardly under each arm, lumbering up the stairs and nearly taking out one of the guests along the way. 
When he makes it to the room that she’ll be staying in, he has to scoot sideways through the open door to even make it inside. He’s huffing and puffing from the exertion but manages not to drop the luggage. As he sets them down gently, he looks up and sees her. She’s removed her drenched coat and is standing in the doorway to the bathroom, toweling off strands of her wet hair. There’s a warm glow around her from the sconce on the wall that makes her seem almost luminescent. 
He should say something… or leave now that he’s brought her suitcases. But he just stands to his full height and tugs at the bottom of his bellboy’s jacket to straighten it out again. They are both staring at each other all the while, her with that same, pretty smile as before. 
But to her, the wide-eyed look on his face must make him seem like a startled owl. 
“Thank you,” she finally says, breaking the silence. “Billy… wasn’t it?” 
His name. She said his name. It’s the best his name’s ever sounded. 
Billy swallows hard, his throat painfully dry, and nods. 
“Thank you, Billy.”
He can’t leave yet. Not until he’s managed to say something to her. Not until he’s apologized for having left her to get rained on, at least. A million things he could say seem to run through his brain all at once. Everything he wants to say becomes jumbled in the chaos. The words seem to bloom and die on his tongue in an instant. 
What he eventually decides on is something to the effect of, “I’m sorry I left you in the rain, miss.”
But what actually comes out of his mouth?
“I’m sorry–”
He turns on his heel to run out of the room before she can formulate a reply of her own.
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Billy remains on edge every second of every shift after their first interaction. He’s restless at his post by the front doors of the hotel, fingers tapping on the back of his hand so incessantly that Feldman eventually asks him if he’s unwell. He cobbles together an excuse, saying that he’s just eager for a smoke break. But Feldman can see the way he longingly watches the staircase, hoping and praying to see her again. 
He’s so intent at his post that he forgets more than once to take a guest’s hat or coat when they enter, leaving the doorman, Skinner, to awkwardly step in for him. He gets a proper slagging off from Feldman after he leaves one of the hotel’s most valued guests standing at the door waiting for their coat. 
But none of that matters whenever he sees her. She seems to glide down the staircase whenever she emerges from her room, never a hair or a thread out of place. The beauty of The Halcyon’s lobby pales in comparison to her. No, she somehow makes the room look even lovelier, like there is a light radiating off of her that makes everything in her vicinity more exquisite. 
If she’s walking to the hotel’s restaurant, he’s there to open the door for her. If she’s heading out of the front doors, he’s there with her coat and hat. Each time, he relishes in the sight of her cheeks flushing pink and her eyes getting that little twinkle in them that makes his heart flutter. Hearing the little “thank you” that she mutters each time only makes him fall harder.
“One look from a pretty bird and he’s become a total melt,” Tom, one of the hotel waiters and Billy’s closest work mate, teases him during the staff’s weekly game of poker. 
Feldman spurts out a scoff. “A melt? Boy’s lost his bloody mind, he has. Couldn’t even tell you which way’s up and which way’s down when he’s thinking about… her.” He leans in close to Billy, saying the last word in a sing-songy kind of tone.
Billy attempts to hide the redness in his face behind his cards.
“You’re barking up the wrong tree, mate,” says Tom. “She’s an heiress and a guest. Best forget about her. Find a girl you might actually be worthy of.” He laughs it off as a joke, but Billy isn’t smiling. 
It hits a nerve, that remark. Billy knows he’s not the brightest. Never excelled in school. He only got his job here at The Halcyon because of his mum. He may only be sixteen, but he’s peered into his future once or twice and lamented about the fact that he might always be stuck working here until he’s old and gray like Skinner, still taking coats and hauling luggage up and down the stairs. There are few prospects for men like him beyond jobs like these. How could he ever be a suitable match for a girl like her?
Dejected, Billy folds his hand and rises from the apple crate he’s sitting on, not even bothering to collect the cigarettes he’s planned on using as his stake before he starts walking away with his head hung low.
“Oi, Billy!” Tom calls after him, abandoning his own hand to follow him. “Mate, I didn’t mean it. I was only teasing.”
“Doesn’t mean you ain’t right, Tom.”
Tom walks a little quicker to get in front of Billy and stop him in the long hallway between the stairs and the kitchen. “Okay, look.” He lowers his voice. “You wanna see her again? She takes her tea in her room at two o’clock every afternoon. Yeah?”
“Yeah?” Billy echoes, shrugging. “What, and ask Feldman if I can take a late lunch to have tea with her?”
“No, you dolt.” Tom sighs. “You could be the one to bring her her tea every day. You know, get in the door. Strike up a little conversation.” He nudges Billy’s arm. “Get in a cheeky kiss.”
Billy’s eyes widen. He’d be lying if he said he hasn’t thought about it… what it’d be like to kiss her. He’s never kissed a girl before. If she could be his first… oh, the idea alone is enough to make him weak in the knees. 
“But it’s… not my job, Tom. Feldman–”
“Leave Feldman to me. I’ll sneak him one of those custard tarts he likes from the kitchens. He won’t be able to say no.”
Finally, a smile tugs at Billy’s lips.
“Look,” Tom continues. “I’m sorry about what I said. She’d be lucky to have you, Billy.” He begins to walk down the hall to rejoin the poker game, but has to tease Billy a little more. “Just promise to make me best man at your wedding, mate!”
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The rattle of porcelain fills the hallway leading to room two-hundred four. Why Mr. Garland had to put Mr. Greene and his daughter in rooms at the end of the hall, Billy will never know. The usually short walk now seems like a marathon’s length as he fights to balance the delicate tray of fine china. He dropped a teacup not long after he started working at The Halcyon and still hears about it from the kitchen staff. If he dropped this tray, he would never survive it.
Billy has bitten down on his bottom lip in concentration, his usually long strides short and uneven. The clattering of the fine china only grows louder the closer he gets to her door, his hands trembling an unacceptable amount. He can carry the heaviest, most cumbersome luggage and now he can’t handle a simple tray of tea? He thanks God that no one else is in the hallway at the moment to see him struggling.
He comes face to face with her door and stares at it for a moment. He’s certain that she will be able to see his heart pounding against his chest from underneath his bellboy’s jacket. Standing there, he begins to work himself up into a frenzy. He doesn’t know if he can do it. Better to turn back now and let Tom deliver her tea as always.
It’s as though he hears Tom’s voice in his head.
Billy, you idiot. It’s just a door.
Yeah, a door with the most beautiful girl he’s ever seen on the other side. He wonders how she’s spent her day so far. Brushing and styling that long, silky hair that he wishes he could run his fingers through. Reading books. Maybe Jane Austen or one of those other books that girls like. Curled up on the chaise with her little dog by her feet. It’s not the type of day that sounds appealing to him, but he’d sit by her side all the while if she wanted him to.
Billy snaps out of his daydream, realizing that he is still staring at the dark mahogany door with the gold two zero four on it. He swallows hard and decides to go for it. It’s quite the balancing act, getting one hand free to rap on the door without dropping the silver tray. He stands on one leg and lifts the other to prop it up on his thigh, quickly knocking twice on the door - but not before he sees a trickle of tea spill from underneath the teapot lid and onto the pristine tray. 
“Oh, bugger.” 
He only just manages to regain control over the tea tray when the lock clicks and the door swings open. It’s clear that she was expecting to see Tom by the look on her face - first, a flash of confusion, and then, a little smile and a blush. She’s rouged her lips today, making them look even fuller than usual. It complements the navy blue silk blouse she’s wearing and somehow makes her face seem even more aglow. Then he’s hit with the warm, flowery smell of her perfume and he lets it fill his lungs. Whatever it is, it suits her. 
Say something, Billy. Bloody hell.
He glances down at the tray and back up at her, seeing that she hasn’t taken her eyes off of him. He swallows again, trying to regain even a semblance of composure. He’s trying to come up with a reason as to why he, a bellboy, is there delivering her tea and not Tom or one of the other waiters, but she speaks first.
“Tom’s busy today?” 
Oh, that voice of hers. He could melt. 
But instead, he offers a little “Mmhmm.”
That’s a better explanation than he would have probably come up with, anyway. 
“Come in. Please.”
She turns to walk with him to the sitting room where she takes her tea by the window and he follows her like a lost puppy, tea tray rattling all the way there. He manages to spill more of the liquid onto the tray on the way there and curses internally. He sucks in his lips in concentration, but the tray still comes clattering to the table. One of the cucumber finger sandwiches tumbles into the puddle of tea below and the clotted cream slides out of its bowl.
“Oh… sorry, miss,” Billy mutters, knowing he’s ruined the presentation of the tray and, likely, spilled half of the tea that she was meant to drink. That’s the second time he’s apologized to her in the span of a few days for doing something stupid. Feldman would wring his neck.
Any other wealthy, well-to-do guest would have snapped at him, cursed at him, called him clumsy and stupid. But she smiles up at him, her eyes glittering more than all The Halcyon’s chandeliers combined. It’s only now that Billy notices just how close they are. Almost as close as couples get when they dance. His mind wanders again, wondering if she enjoys dancing. 
“It’s alright, Billy.” Her voice brings her back into the moment. Heaven above… she remembers his name. She plucks the finger sandwich out of the spilled tea it’s sitting in and tries a small bite, offering him a little smile. “I think it tastes better this way.”
He’s staring at her like a deer in the headlights again, but he somehow manages to nod and smile. “Oh. G… good.” 
Her own grin widens and she leans down to pour herself a cuppa. He knows he should go, but he’s somehow glued to the spot. He watches her every movement, from the way her hand delicately grasps the teapot handle to the way her brow furrows in concentration as she adds milk to her cup.
“You don’t talk much, do you, Billy?” 
“Erm…” He straightens the front of his jacket nervously, feeling the heat in his cheeks. A breathy laugh leaves him. “I dunno.”
His mum would be in stitches if she were here right now. He’s been chewed out more than a few times for talking her ear off when she’s busy cooking or cleaning. You’re going to drive me mad one of these days, Billy, she’d say. To see him completely clammed up around this girl would throw her for a loop.
“I understand. My dad’s not a big talker, either. So I talk to Clara.” She turns to where her corgi is asleep in her plush bed by the fire and smiles. “She’s a good listener.” 
“Yeah…” He follows her gaze, grateful that the little dog isn’t awake to bark at him. “Bet she is.”
“Do you have any pets, Billy?”
He blinks a few times. She wants to know something about him? The blush in his cheeks only deepens.
“Uhm, no… mum’s allergic.”
A look of sympathy flashes across her face. “Oh. That’s bad luck. Well, you’re welcome to say hello to Clara and pet her if you want. She’s such a sweet girl. She loves people.”
Billy glances at the dog again. She isn’t the one he’d like to spend time with. “Yeah. Maybe next time.”
“Next time?” she asks hopefully. His heart jumps.
“Oh, I just– you know. If… Tom’s busy again.” 
Her smile warms him. “I’m sure he’s always busy. Not that you aren’t, too,” she laughs. “I just mean that… you’re welcome to bring my tea again… if you want.”
Billy is stunned into silence again, and right after he’s finally managed to string together more than two words at once. They mirror one another, both wringing their hands together nervously. The air between them feels heavy with unspoken words, but theirs isn’t an uncomfortable silence.  
“Of course, miss,” Billy finally manages. He watches her take a sip from the glistening white teacup and delights in the little hum of pleasure that leaves her.
“If you have work to do, then… I won’t keep you, Billy.” She speaks almost hesitantly, like she’d rather be asking him to stay. “I’d hate for you to get in trouble because of me…”  
She’s right. He has a lot to do before his work day ends and Feldman wouldn’t take too kindly to him neglecting his duties. But he’d give anything to stay here with her.  
“Yeah, I’d better… go.” He sounds unsure, something she clearly notices judging by the way she smiles. 
“Thank you for bringing me my tea, Billy. See you later?” The enthusiastic way in which she asks her question makes it sound like they’re friends who are set to meet up again tomorrow… or maybe that she sees him as, potentially, something more. 
No, he has to tell himself. She doesn’t mean it like that. Not at all. She can’t. Not him, the bellboy. But he’ll be damned if he doesn’t get his hopes up.
“See you later, miss.”
His eyes flit to her lips briefly, hoping she hasn’t noticed before he hurries out of the room and nearly slams the door behind him. He all but floats down the hotel staircase, wearing a stupidly wide grin on his face. 
At the end of his shift, he’s downstairs by the staff lockers being grilled by Tom about everything that happened that afternoon. Billy can barely give any specifics about the interaction itself because he keeps devolving into thoughts of the way her hair curled at the base of her neck and how delicate her fingers looked as she poured herself tea. At some point, Tom decides he’s a lost cause and leaves him to his daydreaming.
Feldman wanders in to collect his things and sees Billy leaning against the lockers there, clutching his bellboy’s hat to his chest. As far as he’s concerned, the sooner this girl checks out of the hotel, the better. It’ll sort him out and get him back to functioning properly.
“I think I’m in love with her,” Billy says over his shoulder with a dreamy sort of look in his eyes.
“You haven’t said ten words to her, Billy.” 
“I have too!” But he starts hurriedly counting on his fingers… just to be sure. 
“Saying ‘yes, miss’ and ‘no, miss’ a handful of times each doesn’t count, lad.”
Billy blushes. “Well, I—” 
Feldman’s laugh only makes his face redder. “I reckon you’ll want to keep bringing her tea so you can stare at her some more, eh?”
“W-well, Tom said he’ll be too busy again and—”
“Yeah, busy having a smoke break.”
Billy can find no clever reply or excuse, so he just looks down at the bellboy’s cap that he has been idly turning over and over again in his hands.
“Look, Billy. If I’m gonna keep allowing you to slip away for tea time with this girl when you should be helping me check in guests, then you have to swear to me that you’ll man up–” Feldman hits him square in the middle of the chest with the back of his hand. “–and hold at least one bloody conversation with her before she and her father leave on Sunday. Yes?” 
“Yes, sir.”
Feldman takes him by the shoulders and gives him a little jostle. Someone’s got to shake some sense into this boy. “Yes?”
“Oi…” Billy furrows his brow and recoils. “Yes. Feldman, I will. Promise.” 
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The rest of the Greenes’ stay at The Halcyon passes far too quickly for Billy’s liking. He does manage to hold true to his promise to Feldman and strikes up a conversation with her about her dog on the final day he brings her tea. Of course, Feldman never said that it had to be a long conversation. Billy found himself clamming up again in the end, but he still left her room feeling like he’d accomplished an insurmountable feat. 
He’s back to his uncharacteristically quiet demeanor today, though. Part of it is his own sadness that she will be leaving the hotel today and part of it is that her father has been flitting between their two rooms all morning. Something tells him that Mr. Greene wouldn’t be too pleased about a bellboy staring a little too long at his daughter. 
As the last trolley of luggage is wheeled out by another one of the bellboys, Billy waits for her to finish putting a leash on her dog. He glances around the room, now empty of her personal effects, and feels his heart sink. The room already seems less lovely in the absence of her. 
“That’s the last of your luggage… miss.” He knows he sounds too dejected when she looks at him with a little crease between her eyebrows.
“Thank you, Billy.” Her voice is as soft and as sweet as ever, but he’s far too heartbroken at the thought of her checking out of the hotel and probably never returning to enjoy it. She’ll forget all about him when she returns to her father’s estate and her fancy parties and her rich, handsome suitors. He’s feeling so sorry for himself that the purpose of her next request is lost on him.
“Billy, would you… help me with Clara? These shoes are brand new, and… I would hate to slip on the stairs if she decides to pull on the lead…” 
He’s seen her go up and down the stairs with the little dog plenty of times. Why should she need his help now? But he acquiesces and holds a hand out to take the lead from her.
“Course, miss.”
They leave her room together in silence. He notices that she keeps attempting to catch his gaze, even offering a couple of crooked smiles, but he’s walking under a raincloud the entire way through the lobby. 
“You know, Billy,” she finally says in her usual chipper tone. “I was thinking… my seventeenth birthday’s this fall. Maybe I can see if my father will let me have my party here. Do many people celebrate birthdays at The Halcyon?”
Billy completely misses her question after he hears the words “this fall” and “have my party here.” Fall isn’t that far away if he really thinks about it. He doesn’t care when or how, only that she’s already thought about returning to the hotel. She wants to come back.  
“Wh– you mean it?” 
He catches her beautiful, red-lipped smile and feels his heart flutter again. 
“Of course I do. I’ve enjoyed staying here and–” She blushes. “–getting to meet you.” When he stares at her, too taken aback to reply, she chuckles and continues. “You’ll still be here in November… won’t you?”
“Y-yeah,” Billy breathes. “Long as Feldman doesn’t sack me or nothing.”
She laughs again and takes Clara’s lead from him. “Then… I’ll see you again soon.”
“See you…”
Billy’s voice trails off and he takes a step back from her as her father approaches with Mr. Garland in toe. Mr. Greene places a short kiss on the top of his daughter’s head before the two of them step out into the gray Sunday morning. Billy cranes his neck to catch one last glimpse of her as she climbs into the car after her dog, catching a smile from her before the door closes. 
November can’t come soon enough.
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yourgirlxp · 5 days ago
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MY MASTERLIST
Requests are open!
(I'll be writing only gxg for now, sorry)
ACTRESS:
Cate Blanchett
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Aubrey Plaza:
Roommate (writing)
"Aubrey needs a place to stay while filming Agatha All Along and while preparing for a play, luckily you have a spare room in your apartment."
Kathryn Hahn
Lines Crossed (writing)
"You have a crush on your childhood friend's mother, it seemed innocent until she started giving you some special attention"
Elizabeth Olsen
some kind of jealous (writing)
"You seem a little obsessed with Agatha Harkness after watching the new series so Lizzie has to do something about it"
Anne Hathaway
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Jenna Ortega
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Scarlett Johansson
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Hailee Steinfield
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Florence Pugh
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Helena Bonhan Carter
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Emma Stone
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Sarah Paulson
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Charlize Theron
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Rosemud Pike
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Angelina Jolie
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SINGERS
Taylor Swift
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Billie Eilish
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Sabrina Carpenter
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Olivia Rodrigo
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Lana Del Rey
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Gracie Abrams
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Florence Welch
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Rio Vidal
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Agatha Harkness
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Lilia Calderu
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Wanda Maximoff
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Natasha Romanoff
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Yelena Belova
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Rhaenyra Targaryen
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Alicent Hightower
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Shiv Roy
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Maddy Perez
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Callie Torres
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Clarisse La Rue
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Love Quinn
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Wednesday Addams
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thought--bubble · 4 months ago
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Oh, this was cute! Poor insecure Billy! That last line was funny, and I get it. I wouldn't care either! 🤣
12 Days of Smuff
Day 4: Reassurance & Car Sex
Billy Taylor x wealthy!Reader
Word Count: 309
Warnings: smut, piv sex, semi-public sex, allusions to classism?
Prompt created by @madmax8603. Dividers by @benkeibear and @mykento
Disclaimer: this is a work of fanfiction. I do not own the right to the character of Billy Taylor.
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“Billy!” you call out. You run after your boyfriend into the hotel’s car park. He stops, but he doesn’t turn around. You take a moment to catch your breath.
“Please don’t go,” you beg. He turns to look at you.
“Why shouldn’t I? It’s not like I’m welcome with that lot,” he says bitterly. He turns to walk off, but you grab his arm and drag him to your parents’ car.
“What are you doing?” He asks incredulously as you unlock the car and pull him into the backseat.
“Not welcome there? I invited you!” You tell him. “I wanted you there with me.” You cup his face in your hands. Your heart breaks when you see the sadness in his eyes.
“I’m not good enough for you,” he murmurs. “I haven’t got the money. The friends…”
“I don’t care about those things,” you interrupt. “I love you. You’re worth ten of any of those snobs.”
Billy wraps his arms around your waist.
“I love you too,” he whispers before kissing you. You deepen the kiss, sliding your hands down his chest. He groans as you palm his growing hard-on.
“Need you,” he moans while you undo his belt and open his trousers, freeing his cock. He slips his hand under your skirt while you stroke him, circling your clit over your panties. When you’re wet enough, he slides them to the side. He guides you into place, and you sink down onto his cock. Both of you groan when he bottoms out inside you.
You take a moment to adjust to his size.
“Billy,” you moan, starting to ride him.
“Just like that,” he chokes out in response. He grips your hips to aid in your movement. The windows fog up. Anyone could walk by and see you fucking the hotel bellhop, but you can’t bring yourself to care.
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