#billy’s so pretty 😫

[psychdelia]

ummm it’s just a lil porn

billy looked like a fucking pornstar laid out on steve’s bed. blonde curls were strewn out over steve’s pillow, his lips swollen, cheeks flushed, and back arched with his now bruised tits up to the sky. his dick throbbed so pretty, getting precum all over his stomach as steve held his legs up and apart. he wasn’t even inside of billy yet, taking a second to admire the picture before him. he had just worked billy open, nearly bringing him to tears with the way he curled his fingers against his prostate just right. steve is sure he fucks like a pornstar with the way he so easily slipped right into billy, and he sure as hell moans like one when steve bottoms out, rocking his hips so gentle at first. they’re holding hands, fingers interlocked over billy’s head when steve picks up the pace, properly fucking billy into the bed and eating up his cries and moans.

[tan1shere]

I HAVE A..A FUN LITTLE IDEA!

what if sugar mommy billie x sugarbaby reader and like billie loves buying things for reader and loves just buying stuff for her and reader is kinda a bimbo but the public thinks they are polar opposite best friends. not knowing that same night reader put lingerie on that billie bought for her and billie tear it off to eat her out then later fuck her (with strap)

crazy big brain moment when thinking about if i should be a sugar baby or not

A Little Secret

Sugar mommy Billie Eilish x sugar baby fem reader !

A/n: duhrrr omg I adore this, and GURL you're so very real for that last statement 😫 I really hope I did a good job !!!! And that you like it 😊

Summary: it was all top secret what you and billie truly were. Definitely not just friends.

Warnings: Slight age difference ? (B30,R21) fingerings, eating out, let me know if i missed anything !!

Masterlist

You could come out and just say that the two of you are dating. But people would soon realize there was something more going on. So. You both had to keep it as secret as possible. Not to mention how obvious the age gap was.

And you managed to, it was especially hard when you wanted to post and flaunt all the pretty gifts she'd get you. All you wanted to do was show how thankful you were of her. You wanted to show her off even if the situation wasn't as normal so you two see it. But you both didn't care, you were insanely happy.

One day you were getting ready to go out to the mall. You open your car door to be met with some roses and a prezzie. With a note from Billie saying.

"I wanna be the reason you slightly tilt your phone away from others when you read it" - Have a good day sweet angel ;)

That was a constant thing she'd do, leaving gifts for you, especially with a cheeky note.

"Hey Bub, look what I got." She says with the widest grin. "Whatcha get." You say sitting up from the couch. She had a black handbag in hand, it was beautiful. She turns it around, smirking as your eyes gleam at the designer symbol. You look at her, looking at that sexy smirk of hers, her eyes. You quite literally pounce at her, kissing her lips. "This is gorgeous Bill!" You beamed as you go to grab it, looking at it. The compartments.

"Exactly like you baby." You blush ever so slightly, as you keep looking at it. You were truly mesmerized. "You can use it for our date night tomorrow." She then says leaning on the couch. "Where are we going!?" You had so much enthusiasm she adored it. It made her feel truly happy. "It's a surprise my love." You sit there and think for a moment. "Alright, but I know wherever it is I'll love it." She smiles more. "I know you will."

Tonight was the night, you were currently in the bathroom lining your lips before you put the soft red lipstick on. She comes up behind you, kissing your neck. "You look so good. Smell great too." You giggle as her breath tickles your skin. "So do you!" She soon looks at you through the mirror. "Kinda don't even want to go for food now, I mean. You look pretty tasty." She bites your neck, causing another giggle to rumble from you. "Bill." - "You'll be calling me something completely different by the time I'm done with you."

A blush spreads widely across your cheeks, even more considering the slight blush you already wore. She then turns you around once your lipstick was applied. Grabbing your hand gently and kissing it. "Howd I get so lucky. Daym." You kiss her cheek. "I'm so grateful for you." You say sweetly. "Ready?" You nod as she takes your hand in hers again, taking you to the car.

The place she took you to was beautiful, the building was dimly lit. Only source of light was coming from a few on the ceiling, and the tall, skinny candles on the tables. You and Billie sit down, tucking your feet under the red velvet table cloth. Billie would always make sure the places she took you to were secluded. Just in case any eyes saw. Of course it could've been just two friends. But with the way you two were both dressed, a blind man would spot that from a mile away.

The evening was great, everything so still, calm and quiet. Soaking up the luxury of the building and the atmosphere. When you were both ready to go she grabs your hand leading you out to the car, like always she opens the door for you. Letting you get in before it closes, and she's making her way to the driver's side.

The ride is peaceful you had the window rolled down enjoy the slight breeze. You then get the idea to stick your head out, maneuvering your body out of the seat belt, having your back slightly out of the car. Having it rest there. Your hands grip the upper part of the car, leaning your head back as the wind blows through your hair. But as you got into the position you're in currently. You were unaware of the fact your dress had ridden up ever so slightly. Giving Billie the most perfect view of your black lace underwear.

Specifically the ones she bought you just recently. You hadn't worn them yet so it cones as a surprise to her eyes. She had to stay focused on driving but God how it hugged your pussy so delicately. She couldn't tear her eyes away. She eventually did, knowing you guys were almost home. The things this woman was about to do. She truly wasn't kidding earlier on.

That's exactly how you ended up here, sprawled on the black fuzzy sheets. The softness of the fabric against you skin only adding to Billies actions. Which currently was teasing. Your whine was heard for maybe the 5th time now. But she needed to savor this. Your taste your scent. Her face was right infront of your cunt, having her nose bump your clit purposefully. Sending you absolutely mental.

"Billie-" Your whiney voice echoed throughout her ears, her mind. Her soul. And all movement stops. Her eyes look straight up at you warningly. Your breath only gets caught in your throat, knowing where you fucked up. But too fucked out to correct. Her figure was still as anything, awaiting the propper words. Until you're whining again. Her head just shakes.

"That's no way to talk to me sweetheart." Her finger taps your thigh gently. "Do you not want this?" She knew damn well you did, but she needed you to say the word, needed you to address her properly.

"What do you call me baby. Go on, be good."

A small whimper is heard. Her finger slowly coming in line with your entrance making you snap out of your dazed state.

"Mommy."

"Louder." Her finger slides into you.

"Mommy!" You screech slightly, having your mouth hang open.

"Good. Girl."

She notices your reaction as she kisses around your pussy. "Don't forget to breathe." She whispers sexily, so slow with her words too. Her own breath fanning against the skin of your swollen cunt.

And that's all it took, for her fingers to move so insanely fast inside you. Her mouth coming to suck on your pussy lips, biting just a tiny bit. Your head flew back again, eventually feeling her soft hands move up your torso, so slowly, every action. Reaching a breast and squeezing. Your head starts to spin, her movements rapid.

Everything was happening in the speed of light as your orgasm approaches quick. Sending your head right back into the pillows as her tongue relentlessly moves against your clit. "Mommy, please let me cum.. please." Your breath was nothing but short finding any thought in your brain to be dead. She hums against you the vibrations not helping with the fact you had to hold on, until she grants you that permission you so helplessly need. "Mommy!" You scream out. "Cum." She growls against you.

Billie was so caught up in it she actually hadn't heard your voice asking. Her hands were gripped tightly around your thighs most definitely creating a mark. The way you smelt was like a drug, addictive. And the taste she could already feel on the tip of her tongue. "Need more." She then moans into you, desperate to taste you properly. You hadn't even overcome the last euphoric feeling.

When you feel her tongue stick deep inside you. Your eyes roll all the way back at this new feeling, her tongue was so warm and wet. Mixing with your previous orgasm. The way you tasted makes her own eyes roll back. If anything she was enjoying this more than you. Not to say you weren't, wriggling with pleasure underneath her. "T-too m-uhg!" A moan gets caught along your words as her finger move to spread your folds open, wide. Her tongue moving in and out of you faster. You were so loose currently and she was adoring it.

Loving how easily her tongue was slipping in. Your hole feeling stretched around her tongue. You begin to shake as the second one is coming, her nose bumping your clit as she moves. Making your brain fuzz over with pure pleasure. You gush into her mouth having her drink you like a thirsty dog, your body giving out in the process. She could care less that you didn't ask. Cuz like an addict she's not stopping tonight. Or ever.

She was going to drink you dry.

[boiohboii]

Ocean eyes couple

Charles Leclerc x Cillian Murphy's daughter! reader

Charles is known to have a specific type, but when rumors come out of him dating an Irish girl the fans are intrigued and ready to fight for their driver... but is their love for him enough to face the girl's father? No.

or

In which Charles' new girlfriend, YN Murphy, is the only WAG spared of any online issues due to her father's infamous stare

N.B: face claim is Billie Eilish.... this purely started from the fact that all my face claims so far are korean (I am too deep in, their dramas are so good, I can't get out) which I wanted to change / mix up (I already have 3 social media fic drafts, a Toto Wolff fic, a Carlos Sainz fic and a Max Verstappen fic with Korean faceclaims) and then I saw the tweet? Of Billie and Cillian looking alike, so I thought, why not.

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Charles_leclerc: I know you aren't much of a public person, you don't even have an account on here, but I have never been happier. Our time together has been nothing less of a dream and I want to dream with you forever, so stay by my side cause I am not willing to let you go.

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F1WAGs&faves-updates: YN Murphy seen today outside of the Ferrari paddock.

username: not Charles lurking in the likes

username: we can see you man, you ain't slick

username: her smile is so pretty 😍

Charles_leclerc: I agree, her smile is the best sight ever

username: she's so gorgeous! And she looked so happy today

username: I WAS THERE AND SHE THANKED US FOR SUPPORTING CHARLES EVEN AFTER ALL THE LET DOWNS BY FERARRI

username: please 🥲 this is so real of her

username: she just like us fr 😫

username: Charles is so damn lucky to have her

username: he better sleep with both eyes open, I am coming for my wife

username: she is such a sweetheart irl

Charles_leclerc: I know right! she is so precious and lovely

username: someone get Charles off this comment section, it's embarrassing

username: no no, let him, it's laughable

username: charles is here to simp for his girl

username: man is down so bad

username: charles reading the comments under a post about his girlfriend from a wag update page and replying to 2 fans' comments is such simp behaviour

username: I gotta say, I respect the hustle

username: no, y'all don't understand, I met YN today and she now owns my heart

username: she was so nice and kind, she offered us some of her snacks while chatting with us about how shitty Ferarri's strategies are

username: she is the real dawg here

username: YN Murphy badmouthing Ferarri with Charles Leclerc's fans is such a wild sentence that can only be sponsored by 2023

username: whenever she'd speak of Charles she'd have stars in her eyes and her entire face would turn red

username: your honor, they are in love

username: Charles is simping for YN on insta while she simps for him irl

[buckysgrace]

I both love and hate that Billy won’t admit his true feelings to a girl he cares about. That’s just so canon. I can see him the second he starts having feelings, freaking out in his head and distancing himself. Poor Bills 😫 Maybe that’s why I love fanfic where he has a happy ending. He really deserves one

Idk if you were asking for little blurbs but, that’s what you GET! <3

Ughhhh same same. I think he’s just so…. Fearful perhaps? Really afraid and stubborn to just open up and share what he feels (also also also the fear of being abandoned is soooo strong when he’s with someone he cares about in my opinion).

So then yes he starts distancing himself because it’s easier for him to put up those walls before he gets hurt, but maybe you’re also a little stubborn. Or just oblivious. And despite the fact that he is really trying to get away from you, you just can’t let that happen. <3

I think he’d be pretty strict on you two being “Just friends.” No arguments, he’s too scared to fully talk about labels or that he’d like you enough to consider you to be his partner (he’s crazy about you).

And I think you’d also have to deal with this man staring at you just all the time. He loves eye contact already but he also just loves to memorize how you look?? Definitely has your little quirks down and when you ask him why he’s staring he’s always gonna say you have something on your face lmao.

I think he’s also like reserved about physical touch? Very scared of accidentally hurting you at first and it’s just so uncommon to him that he gets all nervous and his hands get all sweaty and clammy lol. But once he’s over that?? He’s touching you all the time, everywhere and it doesn’t matter who’s around lol.

And so yeah maybe he won’t admit that he’s absolutely whipped and crazy about you but I think you could certainly tell by his gestures? Soft nose kisses, tracing your lips and holding you close any time he can <3

He will definitely refer to you as his pretty girl (or pretty boy whichever you prefer). I think he’d definitely warm up to like baby or babe but calling his person pretty really warms his heart <3

Piggybacking off of that like… he would get so flustered and defensive if you compliment him. Would act like he cannot believe you did such a thing and pshhh, him? Pretty?? Absolutely cannot handle you saying such things about him. He knows he’s attractive but something about you saying it so gently, so sweetly and softly makes his knees weak.

Okay and I think at first too he just… is not the best gift giver. He has not had that practice before so it’s not necessarily sloppy but when he buys you things it would be within the hobby that you enjoy, but more of his style (for instance if you like reading he’s 100% getting you his favorite genre or book). Which is also, sweet but I do think he’s observant enough that after the first few times he truly understand what you like and what you don’t like.

I also think he’s down with restaurant dates and going to the movie theater and what not but I truly believe he loves to do things that are more sensual and deep? He’s definitely a late night, lying under the stars and having deep talks kind of guy. It takes a lot for him to open up but you best believe he has you memorized like the back of his hand.

AND I also think he is just such a gentleman?? Holding the door open for you, holding your hand as you step up a curb, giving you his jacket?? All of those omg.

I think he’d also ask your parents permission to date/marry you and all of that stuff (granted you have a good relationship with him). He just seems like he’d really want to have a good relationship with them too??

I’d also like to think that he just admits his feelings just randomly, maybe not even fully realizing he did it either?? Say you’re sat together on your couch early on a Saturday morning watching cartoons, definitely a little hungover, and he’s just like “You know I love you, right?”

And you’re just so taken aback and this is definitely not the scene that you imagined (neither did he) but it just works. Takes a lot for you to muster the words back because how emotional would that be?? Then he’d just squeeze your knee with a little smile and settle back into comfortable silence 🥺

Idk if any of this made sense but but he’s just my special little guy I luv him very dearly hehe

[toxicanonymity]

beach walks - prequel.

3.8k surf instructor!Billy x f!reader, night walks AU

WARNINGS: I8+, situationship angst over Joel, infidelity adjacent, forced proximity, smut (mild dubcon?), in public, voyeurism, jealousy. See Billy in action (sex): hot ❤️‍🔥 gif set by @ilovewhiteroses or this video. Skeleton Twins (2014) Feel free to skip this fic if it bothers you.

✨NEXT FIC: Beach Walks

After your late night “swim,” you’re disappointed when Joel doesn’t try to get you into his basement. But he does kiss you goodnight before you walk home. You almost text him and invite him over, but something holds you back. You don't want to mess up the dynamic and scare him away. Maybe he’ll let himself in and get in bed with you. It takes you a while to get to sleep as you realize something has shifted. You're now craving more than his dick and his way with words. You’d be happy to fall asleep in his arms, with or without the morning wood to look forward to.

After this realization, you start overanalyzing things, debating whether and when to text him, reading into how often he texts you and what he says. After a few days of nothing but a dick pic, it feels like it's been weeks. And yet, this was normal before. One night, you break down and send him a pic of a freshly rolled joint with the text, “wanna join?” 

He replies “wish I could, gotta be somewhere early 😫.” 

After that, he seems to text you less and less. He doesn't initiate and barely texts back. You wonder if he’s bored without the chase, so you try to play it cool. You go for walks by yourself, in case he’ll come out and join you, but weeks go by, and he never does. Some nights you hear the weights clanging in his basement, so he must be fine.  

-

One day, you're outside, locking the basement side door, when an unfamiliar Mercedes Benz SUV pulls out of Joel's cul-de-sac. There's a speed bump just before your house, so it has to slow down, and you can  clearly see a woman is driving, and Joel is in the passenger seat. Your stomach drops. He looks more put together, like he spruced himself up for her. She’s pretty. Somewhere between your age and his. 

The keys are shaking in your hand as you unlock the door again. You go back inside with your heart racing. Don't text him again, you tell yourself. Don't do it. But after an hour, you do. You ask what he's up to, and he doesn't answer. He doesn't answer all day, and when he finally answers that evening, he acts totally casual, like nothing is up. Small talk. He doesn’t invite you over. Not so much as a dick pic. You leave your door unlocked and cry yourself to sleep. You judge yourself for caring so much. 

You keep leaving your door unlocked at night, but he doesn't come. Then, one day, he drives by in the same SUV, with the same woman, and you're not sure you've ever seen him so happy. You’re lightheaded. It's a harsh reality check. You’ve never been exclusive, never had a talk. He'd never even taken you on a date. When you think about that, it makes you sick. Is his wife still in the picture? You decide not to text him again. 

You’ve been invited on a beach trip that starts the next day, but you don’t go. You don't have the energy to pack, and part of you is still hoping Joel will just show up at your door one day. But the next few nights, when you walk by his house, all the lights are off. At first, you drive yourself crazy thinking about where he could be, but does it really matter? Your anxiety starts to fade into sadness.

You’ve got to get your mind off it, so you drive solo to catch up with your friends at the beach. 

******

The resort is humble but sprawling. There are kayaks and surf lessons. You're tempted by the kayaks, but on the first day, you just relax on the beach. As soon as you lay out your towel, your friends tell you about the hot surf instructor. Then, later that day, they swear he's checking you out. You catch a glimpse from behind first, and he has a nice back. 

You see the surf instructor at breakfast the next morning, and he smiles at you. It’s a devastating smile that erases all your thoughts for a second. You can’t even look right at him. You look behind yourself, and it couldn't be anyone else he was looking at. He laughs silently, then gets in line next to you. He looks at the eggs on your plate. 

You’re not expecting his Australian accent. “Sunny side up. . .good to know.” It takes you a second, then your chest flutters when it hits you. “Enjoy,” he adds with a wink, then walks away. He moves like he has no worries and nowhere to be.

When you tell your friends, they lose their minds. All day they’re talking about what you could do, and speculating about his dick, and whether he’s that chill in the bedroom, too. They think he’s probably a freak. A few hours later, you realize you’ve barely thought about Joel all day, for the first time in weeks, and it feels good. You begin to think maybe a vacation fling could help you move on. Assuming that’s what you’re supposed to do.

Later that day, you're in the lobby waiting for a friend when the surf instructor comes in from the beach. You play it cool, but he sees you, stops, and takes off his shades. He approaches, and you get your first really good look at him up close. He's tall, tan, and shredded, with dirty blonde hair and blue eyes. He’s got small ear gauges, and a tattoo of something with tentacles winding up his neck. He's chewing gum. 

A mischievous sparkle plays on his eyes as he spreads his feet and crosses his arms. "Saw ya layin’ out, nice ‘n’ dry. . .thought I should let ya know, the real fun’s in the water." 

“Oh yeah?”

He nods. "Love to get ya on a board, if ya don't surf already." 

You laugh. "No, I don't."

He checks you out, then asks, “How ‘bout it?” and waits patiently for your yes. 

"Maybe," you crack a smile. 

"No charge. . .Name's Billy." He extends his hand. As you shake hands, he leans in closer, lowers his voice, and says, "’Lot funner gettin’ wet." As he steps away, he offers, "Come down around five, yeah?" Your tummy is swarming with butterflies as he walks off, and it must be evident. Your friend immediately assumes he asked you out.

—

You go down to the shore at five to meet Billy. Storm clouds are rolling in. Billy is looking at the sky and idly spinning a whistle on a string. He has two boards laid out. As you approach, he looks at his watch. “Punctual, aren't ya?” 

First, he teaches you how to hop up on the board, something you weren’t even sure you could do. Then he demonstrates the right stance, and you can't help but notice the way his thigh muscles swell out from his swim trunks. The teal swim trunks are a little on the shorter side, which is only emphasized by the black, long-sleeve rash guard he’s wearing. Your gaze is dangerously close to his crotch when you pull your eyes back up to his face. 

He looks at your stance, and asks, “Mind if I touch ya?”

“Please,” you answer without thinking.

He clucks his tongue and shakes his head playfully. “Knew ya were a bad girl.” 

“I mean,” your face heats up with a smile, and he raises his eyebrows. “I mean I need all the help I can get.”  He indulges you with a contemplative nod. 

“Sure, love.” He comes around to stand next to you. Thunder begins to rumble, and he glances at the sky. 

He crouches down, and one foot at a time, you let him adjust your position on the board. As he begins to stand, he looks up at you and his hand skims up the back of your calf, breaking away at the knee.

He steps a little closer and gently presses on the small of your back. “There ya go.” Then he gets behind you and leans forward, curving his body with yours. He puts his hands on your hips and pulls them back. He’s so close you can feel his body heat. His hands slide up your sides, hitching briefly on the bottom string of your swim top. Then he slots his hands under your arms and adjusts your posture. “Good girl,” he murmurs, then there's a loud boom of thunder. Rain begins to dot the sand before you feel it on your skin. “It’ll blow over,” he reassures you.

-

To wait out the storm, Billy invites you into the surf shack, up past the dunes. He leaves the door open. He doesn’t turn a light on, but there are a few windows. It’s only one room. It's got surfboards, lifeguard stuff, an old TV with a DVD/VCR combo, and a loveseat. In front of the loveseat, there’s a coffee table with a bong on it. Almost as soon as he walks in, he’s taking off his long sleeves. 

“Gets muggy in here quick,” he warns as he plops down on the loveseat. He pats the space next to him, and you sit down. “Suppose we could watch a movie,” he muses and picks up two remote controls from the coffee table. He puts on Jaws at low volume so you can still listen to the storm. He offers the bong, but you decline.

He faces you, resting his head in his hand, with his elbow on the back of the loveseat. You mirror his posture, and he shamelessly checks you out, once again. 

You make small talk about the weather and the resort. With his free hand, he idly strokes his own sternum, slowly dragging his middle finger up and down between his pecs. His nipples are pierced – the bars are so subtle you couldn’t tell through his top.  

After a lull in the conversation, you adjust your position to face the tv. He stretches his arm across the back of the loveseat, and his hand is right behind your head. He begins to lightly caress the nape of your neck with his thumb. You don’t flinch or pull away. You chew your bottom lip, and your heart races. His eyes are glued to your body, and you’re barely pretending to watch the movie. 

“So,” he asks, “Could ya feel me starin’ at your arse yesterday?”

You laugh. “No.” 

“Well, I was,” he nods. “When ya were layin’ out.”

Finally you look at him, and when your eyes meet, he begins to let his fingers slowly dance on your thigh, sending a rush of desire to your loins. 

You’re suddenly nervous. You don't remember how to do this. You half heartedly begin to say, “Maybe I should. . .”

“Come a little closer?”  A loud clap of thunder shakes the whole shack. “Nowhere for us to go now, is there?”

He glances at the window where the sky has darkened and heavy rain is coating the glass. His voice drops.  “Kinda like this storm, if I’m honest,” he admits. 

“Yeah,” you quietly agree. 

His thumb separates from the back of your neck, then your halter string tightens for a moment before completely loosening. 

“Oops,” he whispers, looking at you. 

You gasp and your hand comes to your chest to hold the top up as you turn toward him again, bringing your knee up on the cushion. Your face burns and you laugh his name in mock admonishment. 

 "Got a boyfriend?” He asks. “Girlfriend?" 

"No," you shake your head. 

"Wouldn't stop me, anyway.” His hand curves lightly around your inner thigh, stroking your warm skin. His caress gets higher and higher, further toward your throbbing core. “Not if ya want it, love. What kinda feminist would I be then?” He tilts his head and slides his hand all the way up to the crotch of your swimsuit. “Nah, what she wants, she gets,” he murmurs, staring at his hand between your legs. A knuckle nudges the crotch of your swimsuit, and you’re gushing for him. One corner of his mouth twitches knowingly as he meets your eyes again. “And I think ya want it.” God, he’s hot. He’s so hot, and so right.

The hand behind you cradles your head, and his gaze falls on your lips. His blue eyes are dark with lust. He leans in, pauses with his lips about two inches from yours. You close the gap yourself, accepting the embrace of his smooth lips on yours. Soon he tilts his head, and his tongue slides into your mouth. You drop your hand from your chest, and the un-tied strings still dangling on your back precariously hold your top up. As the kiss becomes hungrier, his hand slides easily into one side of your loosened bikini. His fingers bracket your nipple as he caresses your breast then cups with a soft, “mmm,” into your mouth. You’re absolutely throbbing. 

There's a clattering outside, then an unfamiliar voice. "We've got someone out in the surf, down toward the pier."

Your eyes fly to the door, embarrassed, but the man doesn't even look at you. You quickly re-tie your swimsuit. Billy adjusts himself and replies, “Alright mate, let's hop on the jetski.” 

“It’s ready.” The man steps outside to wait. 

When Billy stands up, you see a massive protrusion in his shorts, resting against his upper thigh, and your breath hitches. You accidentally stare, and he smirks when he notices. “Yeah?” he asks with a downward glance. He holds his hand out and you give him yours as you stand up. He puts your hand on the bulge in his shorts. It’s stiff and warm and makes you ache to be filled. “All for you, love.” He drops your hand but it stays there for a split second. 

He pulls his rashguard on and adjusts his shorts, then gives you a short but heated kiss. “Find ya later.” 

—----

When the storm dies down enough, you run up the beach, arms squeezed together in front of you. You grab a towel from the hut by the pool and enter the lobby. A man has just left the vending area, and you do a double-take when you see a bag of takis in his hand, but he's already walking away.  Your heart jumps when you see he's wearing pj pants. But it couldn't possibly be Joel. Not this far from home. 

You brush it off, but for the rest of the day, you can't get Joel out of your mind, except for when you let your thoughts drift to being in that shack with Billy. It's gotten worse than you thought if you're thinking Joel is there on the island based on a bag of chips and someone dressing comfortably on vacation. 

You let yourself imagine what it would be like to let Billy fuck you. Maybe you need this. 

You're restless and don't have any privacy to get off. After dark, you go out to the pool, and quietly slip into the water, ignoring the sign that says “closed.”.

The water is about nipple-height where you are. You face the pool and rest your arms on the side, letting your legs float in front of you. You close your eyes and squeeze your thighs together thinking about what might have happened in that shack if you weren’t interrupted earlier. And just when you’re picturing what Billy looks and sounds like when he comes, you hear his voice. 

"Pool's closed, rulebreaker."

You look toward his voice, and he puts down a bag near your towel. You ask, "Gonna tell on me?"  

He takes off his rash guard and stretches, jutting his chest and pelvis forward with his hands clasped behind his back, then he walks over and dives in the deep end. He swims underwater and comes up for air a few feet from you. When he surfaces, he tousles his hair.

He slowly approaches, wetting his lips. He looks even sexier in the dark. "Where were we, love," he murmurs. His hands start at your floating feet–he spreads them apart, making room for himself between your legs. Then his hands slide all the way up your legs as he gets closer. He pulls you against him and you loosely wrap your legs around him. 

"There ya go," he murmurs, then dips his head and cradles yours. He kisses you long and hard. He pushes his hips forward, pinning you against the pool wall, and his cock stiffens against you. Then he pulls you off the wall and holds you by the ass so his arousal is firmly pressing against your tingling front. You wrap your arms around his neck as he sinks lower into the water. He kisses and sucks your neck, just above the waterline. He’s probably leaving a mark, and you don’t care. You don’t really care about anything but the mutual throbbing between your legs at the moment.

—

You feel someone watching, and when Billy goes after your neck again, you scan the balconies until you see a dark figure sitting on a second floor balcony. You look for a few seconds and can't make out anything. You scold yourself for thinking about Joel and wrap your legs tighter around Billy. His cock swells harder against your clit, and your thoughts are gone again. You moan softly as he grinds you on himself and kisses you needily, from your lips to your neck, your throat, under your chin, back to your lips. Billy pulls your top down enough to feel your nipples against his chest and lets out a sigh that makes you ache all over with need. 

The man on the balcony stands up, steps forward, and boldly leans on the railing and clasps his hands, watching. He’s still a silhouette, and you try not to look right at him. 

"There's, um. Someone watching," you tell Billy. 

"Bother ya?" Billy asks, keeping his eyes glued to you.

You adjust your swimsuit to cover your nipples, and he says, "Guess so, huh. Drink at my place then?"

"I dunno," you say reflexively. 

He whispers in your ear, “Come home with me,” then gently bites your neck and pulls you tighter against his massive erection. You quietly gasp. 

“I can't, we’re going to sunrise yoga.”

“Yours then,” he offers, undeterred and growing breathless with desire. 

“My friends are there.” 

“Mine’s just a few minutes up the beach. I'll bring ya back,” he offers, “Go to yoga with ya.” He begins to move your body against his again. God, you want that hard cock.  Just a few days ago, the thought of anyone but Joel did nothing for you, and now, here you are. 

You bite your lip and hum, “mm,” in contemplation.

"A drink at the bar," he offers, nodding toward the hotel bar. "Then my place." 

You smile and he presses a gentle, closed-mouth kiss onto your lips. You're smiling against each other’s mouths for a second, until his cock throbs against you, and he seals his lips on yours, and your tongues need each other again. He grinds you against him for a few seconds and moans into your mouth before you pull your head away, and remind him, “Drink at the bar.” 

“Alright,” he breathes. His cock twitches against you "Gimme a minute, love. . . Fuck, I can't walk in like this," he laughs.

Footsteps approach, and you pull away from Billy. The footsteps are from a man with shoulder length hair and a mustache. He's grinning, looking down. He keeps walking, and as he passes by he laughs, "hey, I didn't see nothin', man."

Billy looks up. "Tommyyy. Wanna catch a wave tomorrow?" 

"Nah, we're rollin' out in the morning."

"Alright, mate. Good seein' ya.”

The voice of the stranger has jolted you back from your horny stupor.  "I'm actually really tired," you say, facing the side of the pool. You put your forearms up on the side and rest your cheek on  your hands. 

Billy groans in disappointment, but he gets it. 

"Maybe tomorrow night," you muse. 

"I've got a set at Aqua tomorrow. You should come."

"A set?" 

"I'm a DJ. And as for tonight. . ." He gets close behind you and murmurs near your ear. "I won’t leave ya like this. What kinda gentleman would I be?" Thank God. He snakes his arm around your front. The stiff shape in his swim trunks presses against your crack. 

He cups your whole pussy, and his middle finger prods at the fabric right at your entrance. "Gonna let me in here next time, aren’t ya?" he whispers and begins to rub you over the fabric. Pleasure is building in your core. You begin to lose yourself under his expert touch. "Yeah, there we go." He slides his other hand up under one side of your top and his bare palm covers your nipple. You could cum any second with his hardness grinding against you.

He slips his hand into your swimsuit and rubs your clit as he palms your tit. Your head falls back, he kisses your neck, then you let it happen.  You gasp and try not to be too loud as your final ascent begins, with Billy slowly rutting against your backside, breathing heavily in your ear.

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Joel doesn’t have a great view, and his eyes are tired from the sun, but he keeps watching. He’s convinced himself it’s not you, that he’s just been driving himself crazy thinking of you.

Even from a distance, it’s really hot to see. It reminds Joel of your last hook-up. Desire stirs in his pants, and he’s going to have to jack off. Maybe he’ll send you a jack-off video—he can do that now. Joel palms himself as he turns to go back inside. Then, you moan loud enough that he freezes with his hand on the sliding door. He’s heard that moan too many times.

. . .Did he just watch you, in the pool with Billy, hours from home? He tries not to look back as he goes inside and closes the door behind him.

He’s not jealous. Not jealous, he tells himself. 

He has no right to be.

You don’t owe him anything, and he knows that.

He’s fine. Not freaking out.

Joel’s a chill guy, even without the weed. But his ears are hot, and his heart is pounding so hard he can hear it. He smacks the wall and yells, “FUCK,” as a picture frame falls. He tries to shake the pain off his hand. 

What are you even doing here? 

“You alright, man?” Tommy asks, muffled through the wall. 

Joel rakes both hands through his hair and takes a few deep breaths. 

“Joel?” Tommy asks and cracks open the door between their rooms. 

“Yeah,” Joel answers as he sits down on the bed. He interlaces his fingers behind his head, elbows pointing forward. “I’m just stupid.” 

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thank you for reading!

[whitefeathers]

daddy!billy drugging and noncon 😫😫🙏 telling his lil girl how good she is for him, taking her sweet little body and her virginity being lost to the man who created her ooomphhhhh

i like this idea with a butcher who knows he's your father, and an innocent reader who has no clue... this is a stream of horny thoughts disguised as a 1k word fic and it might be the worst thing ive ever written so. beware

content warning: non con, drugging, praise, manipulation, PURELY FICTIONAL AND NOT ROMANTICISING/PROMOTING, dad!billy butcher, fem!reader, age gap but reader is in her 20s and old enough to go to a bar, unprotected sex

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

Your mother got knocked up by Butcher but never came clean about her affair, instead pretending it's her husband's baby. So you grow up, not realising that your dad isn't really your dad, and its instead your mom's friend Billy Butcher is your father. A dodgy guy, always up to some shady 'work', who you haven't seen in years. You used to have a crush on him. Something about the dangerous older man, bad boy thing.

Butcher's known you're his daughter the whole time. You have his temperament, his wit. Your mom also did a paternity test and kept it to herself and Billy, burying the truth so you could have a normal life.

Your 'dad' ends up leaving anyway, so it's all for nothing, really. Billy finds this out when he sees you again.

He's hiding out in a dive bar, somewhere away from the TV screens blasting out Vought slop. He notices you when you approach the bar to order. First as a cute girl, second as his daughter when he realises he knows you. He sparks up conversation with you, asks how you've been, toes the line between friendly, fatherly compliments and outright objectification.

"When did you get so big? All grown up now, aint'cha?" He says, staring directly at your tits but flicking his gaze back up to meet yours so fast you could swear you imagined it.

He buys you drink after drink - don't worry, it's my pleasure, he reassures you. You let his attention and the alcohol loosen you up, getting giggly and honest, telling Billy about your dad leaving when he asks how he is, accepting Billy's hand on your thigh as comfort as he tells you that if he was your father, he would never treat you like that. His tone is loaded, but you're too drunk to notice what a strange comment that was. Your next drink is a still fruity cocktail that comes fizzy. You don't think about that either, knocking it back to chase more of that fuzzy warmth that Butcher's attention and the tipsy buzz of his drinks gives you as he tells you about how your makeup makes you look like a pretty little slut.

Your vision starts to swim from what he put in your drink, so you don't process how forward his words are. Pretty and little simply ring in your head, and you dopily smile, your body suddenly feverishly hot and numb. You're quickly jelly in your chair, in limbo between consciousness and sleep, and Butcher carries you back to his car. Too much to drink, he tells the bartender, who raises an eyebrow. She's my daughter, she's a lightweight. I'll get her home safe. You don't have the capacity to be scared, not when everything is a blur of colours and shapes, of Butcher's musk and warmth as he carries you into his flat and lays you on the bed. He kisses your relaxed mouth and whispers things you can't process, not entirely. Your brain is a mush of discontinuous thoughts, partially reflective, partially in the moment as he strips you and praises how beautiful you are, his little girl.

You know that he didn't need to drug you. You would've gone willingly, spread your legs and begged, done anything you could to be good. Your 'father' leaving left a hole in your life that you're happy for an older man to fill by filling you. Butcher is strong, dependable, scary, manly. He's everything you need from a man in your life, and you distantly think you wish he was your father. No, no, that's fucked. Not while he's raping you, not while you're letting him. That thought brings you back to the present. You realise you're naked and Billy has his jeans unzipped, enough to let his cock spring free, his strong hands coming to spread your thighs apart and line himself up with your tight little cunt. "No..." you whine. Your voice feels a million miles away, like it's not coming from you. What the hell has he done to you? What the hell has he put in your drink?

"No?" Butcher parrots. "'S alright, princess. You're wet, look," he slides his tip through your folds, a slick squelch and glide that makes your clit twitch and hole throb unconsciously. "ya want this. You're bein' so good, don't ruin it by being a brat,"

You know he's right. He slides home inside you and stuffs you full like your cunt was made for him. You're suspiciously tight, gripping him like a warm, wet little hug, and he realises you're a virgin.

The knowledge and the tightness makes him tell you everything.

"You're my daughter, ya know, little one," he grunts out, cock drawing out just to hump back inside you, making you drool and whimper. Paternity tests, personality, even your matching birthmarks. He could prove it to you a million times over if he had to.

"My sperm made ya, I'm your daddy. So fuckin' hard to keep it a secret but ya know ya wouldn't want a father as much of a waster as me," he grunts, head falling back, keeping his rhythm. "I'm a bad man. But you're such a good girl, aren't you?" You're fucked out, zoned out, and borderline unconscious from the drugs and drink in your system, but his words strike a subconscious part of you that you've had dormant. You spread your legs willingly, mewling and arching, nodding lazily, eyes fluttered closed. "Thereee she is. Lettin' the man who created you take ya sweet cunt." he cuddles you in his arms, crushing you with his weight in a comforting blanket of masculinity, and pounds you. You finally lose consciousness, and only regain it the next day.

You don't remember a single thing, other than that you drank a lot and blacked out after a few drinks with Butcher. Billy tells you that he took you home after you begged him, and that's why you're cuddling in his bed - he tells you that you were such a good girl, and he babies you back to health from your 'hangover'.

He doesn't bring last night back up, and you're too silly and trusting to question your black out and decision to sleep with an older man.

His daughter is such a perfect little girl.

[samcscreams]

Boo I’m back!

With another “hey wait a minute”

First off that’s not the same mask as the shot before this and that cracks me up.

Anywho

TARA WATCHED SAM DO THIS. She watched Sam look at something. Literally disassociate into it. So Tara snaps Sam out of it and then WATCHES HER DROP SAID THING AND SEES ITS BILLYS MASK. Then proceeds like nothing happened.

Like I know it wasn’t the time for that. But I’m dying for a conversation. I just know that Tara feels some sort of way about all of it. Nothing bad of course as we know Tara excepts Sam completely but like from Sam putting her hand on the glass in the shrine. To Sam stabbing Bailey in the GF costume. To Sam taking billys mask then dropping it. Like Tara was the only one who saw every single one of those moments where Sam is visibly being pulled by her “dark side” AND THEY DON’T TALK ABOUT IT.

I just want them to talk about it😫

Someone write a story about them talking about it pretty plz🥺

[supermarketbae]

mean dom billy fucking your throat cus he’s mad and needs some sort of stress relief after having an argument with his friend.🤭 he calls you a nasty slut but also a good girl for taking his monster cock but overall he’s just being so mean😫 and cums inside ur mouth licking your tears away laughing at your state

ASJHSHSHSJJSJSJ U ACTUALLY CANT KEEP DOIN THIS BABBYYYYY!! *Screams in goth* IMM LITERALLY (s)creaming YOURE TOO MUCH!! 💋💋💋 HOPE U ENJOY BB!!

Naughty and Not So Nice

a series part 2

warnings: face fucking, mean Billy, semi public sex, jealous!Billy, man handling, degradation, praise, Hopper!reader, Loud!reader, Jason being a little shit .

You freeze, hearing the harsh voices carry from the boy’s locker room. Straining to hear, you press your ear to the door. Billy’s gruff voice carries deeply over Jason’s pitchy one. “Hargrove she’s not even yours, why are you bitching out about her?” Jason pries accusingly, Billy chuckles darkly “You think she would go for your scrawny ass?” Jason curses and you hear a loud, grating bang. You wince. Billy rarely fought without his fists. “Like I said Carver,” came the deadly whisper. You perk your ears up, ever desperate to hear. “She’s fucking mine.” Billy grunts. Jason laughs haughtily “you say that like you have her, freak.” another slam indicates Billy didn’t take kindly to that response “Believe me, I have.” Is Billy's venomous reply. A warm heat spreads across your cheeks at Billy’s words. Intently, you attempt to hear anything else, jolting at the sounds of incoming footsteps. You freeze, with limited hiding options. You squeeze yourself into the corner of the bleachers. Not a moment later, the door bangs open, Jason stalking off towards the exit muttering to himself.

Sighing in relief, you leave your hiding spot, walking towards the gym door, hoping to get out of there. “Well, Well, what do we have here?” you startle as hands grab your waist. Billy spins you around to face him eyes darkened, yet somewhat amused. "I-uhm..." you trail off at his heated gaze, biting the inner corner of your lip as somewhat of a nervous tick. "Speak up, Darlin." Billy drawls cocking his head, tongue sliding across his incisors as he smirked. You gasp as he pulls you closer to him hands ghosting your frame ever so teasingly. "I-well heard yelling and-oh~" your whimper cuts your sentences short as Billy's lips trail slowly up your neck. "Keep talkin' baby" he murmurs to you "I-oh my god-I overheard you and uhm Jason talking about the party an-ah f-fuck" you whine as Billy bites into you, no doubt marking the soft skin of your neck. "Billy-I-fuck-baby please" you whimper as he grabs your neck squeezing. "I think I need to teach this slutty little mouth how to be quiet hmm?" you moan nodding as he practically drags you back towards the locker rooms.

You glance around nervously inside looking up at Billy wide eyed "What if someone walks in?" you mumble to him. Billy grins darkly, half lidded eyes boring into yours. "Then they'll see your pretty little mouth being railed by my cock." You whimper at his words. The next breath you take intoxicatingly slow, the air around you warm and sticky. "On your knees," Billy states watching as you lower yourself obediently, eyelashes fluttering in arousal. "Such a fuckin' cockslut for me." He hisses as he unbuckles his belt shaking his head at your needy gaze. You moan quietly as he takes out his cock, jerking a few times in his hand. You reach out smiling as Billy tilts his head back in pleasure, lips parted as he pants out your name. "Such a fuckin whore yea?" Billy growls, slapping your face with his hardened dick. He smirks as you keen, eyes glazing over with lust at the lewd contact.

"Gonna let my fuck that slutty throat now? Ruin your little cumdump yeah" Billy purrs to you groaning as you stick out your tongue nodding. Gripping the base of your hair, he bucks up into your mouth groaning as the warm heat of it envelops his red and weeping cock. "M-make me cum-godd just like that-and I just might-ah- touch your needy pussy." Billy mocks as you begin to rut yourself against him. "Such a greedy little whore-fucking hell-my good cocksucker-oh my goddd right there darlin'" Billy moans as you gag around him watching, eyes rolling, as you drool around his girth. "Taking me so well sweetheart." He whines thrusting into you faster as you sigh breathily around him, wails muffled by his thickness.

"Please-ah-please-mph-t-touch me." You whine out desperate to soothe the aching between your legs. "Awhh can my pretty cumslut not take-" Billy mewls as you nearly take him to the shaft eyes darkening as you choke yourself around him "Fuckkk-baby-make-ah-make me cum-good girlllll." You whimper, your free hand coming to play with your clit through the fabric of your jeans. It did little to help as the man above you moaned attempting to push you further onto his cock. "Such a good girl-ah fuck-takin this cock too gooddd!" Billy sighs out hand coming to stroke your cheeks, toying with the bump each thrust of his dick made. A sob lurches out of you, tears streaming down your face. You were so turned on it hurt. You hopelessly needed a release as Billy rammed his cock to the back of your throat, over and over again.

"Fucking hell baby-ah god-you-fuck-you cryin' for this cock? you wanna cum?-Suck it darlin'-God sweetheart. Make me fuckin cum." Billy drools as you cry out, furiously grinding yourself against him once more. "So fuckin-ah-so close baby-feels so good-hell" Billy thrusts into you grow erratic as your throat tightens around him. "F-fuck gonna take my cum hmm? Take all of it like the good little cumslut you are?" Billy's keening mewls have your brain spiralling with need. You whimper as he cums, pushing you down until your swatting at his legs moaning for him to stop as you swallow his warmth. Billy grins, pulling you up by the base of your neck to give you a biting kiss. You shiver into him as he kisses your cheeks, licking sultrily at your slow drying tears.

"Such a good girl." He coos

[dollarbils]

whenever i see billie onstage with red lighting i just LOSE MYSELF SHES SO FIINNEEEEAAAA.

so like i was thinking what if reader was on tour with billie or something like that right (just had a massive urika moment. what if reader is a guitarist in billies new band she’s working with) and the chemistry is there like you can see it whenever billies singing her more sensual songs somehow her eyes always travel to R and

and its so good. billie even goes as far as to walk over and boldly flirt with R then walks away with a smirk like she ain’t just do what she did (the fans have their edits to feed them🙌)

after the show billie like takes R to her dressing room and 💋😫😮‍💨👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩 (and billie fingers her while also obsessing over R tits all the while leaving marks on her. she looks so pretty doesn’t she☺️)

bro don't even get me started on your frank ocean request I'm so exciteddddd.

here's this one though -> I think, therefore I am

[chrissiepop]

Hey girlie! Wanted to share a fun fact with you! My grandmother was a beautician years ago and worked in a salon too. She told me one time she had a customer that got her hair done and her nails painted red....and then proceeded to run her still-wet nails through her hair without thinking. Messed up two things in one go 😆

So do you have any fun or crazy stories about customers?

Oh man that poor lady!! As silly as it is, Nail polish in the hair is such a pain to clean up! 😫 Speaking from accidental experience.. 😳

But to answer your question, that has to be a tie between two stories.

Now this one was... Kinda on me... But it was my first gig around here so cut me some slack! See this poor sweet boy comes walking in, [I'm talkin... 10-11] who came in with no parental super-vision and requested to bleach allll his hair platinum blonde, right? Says he wants to look just like Billy Idol and is willing to pay extra to get it spiked up too. So I'm happy to help him out, thinking this was something ran by a guardian who's checking out some stores nearby... And just as I'm finishing up nearly half way dine putting buckets of bleach into this kids scalp, some woman STORMS into the salon and immediately starts freaking out.

The kids terrified, I'm terrified- I can't tell who she's screaming at, me or the boy it'sbasically a bunch of gibberish leaving her mouth. Oh God we probably looked like a couple deer in headlights. 🤦‍♀️ it was so embarrassing!!! And I felt so bad watching this little fella being dragged out with half his hair brown and the other half damn near white.

The next one was actually a certain blondie who I forced convinced to let me touch his hair up! Listen love him to death but that hair was so matted it was KILLING ME!!

I decided to let him in one night after doors to finally clean up whatever bird nest that mane of hair was, and let me tell you it was such a wonderful process... Even with him pinchin me, trynna splash me with water and spray me with hair products half the time. I swear it was like I was cutting his arm off when I washed out his hair [I had to try not laughing he sorta looked like a wet cat!]

But I got it all pretty for him again, blown out and fluffy and nearly DRENCHED in hairspray, and I think I did a mighty fine job if I do say so. He even left me a little 'tip' for the nice service before leaving.~ 🤭

[greeneyezblackheart]

hiiiiii lovely!! hope you’re doing so very well <3 just wanted to say that i always love your iconic music taste, it’s truly incredible!!! very curious, what’re the vibes lately doll! please enlighten the masses that are so very curious (i am one of them!!!)

love you ❤️❤️❤️

Well, music wise I have been into Green Day massively lately. I’ve always been a fan, but recently I have developed a major thing for Billie Joe Armstrong and it has totally reawakened my love for this band. I love them so much. 😫😭

Also, I’ve gotten into these emo/punk YouTuber dudes Johnnie Guilbert and Jake Webber, who also have also put out some pretty decent music. They do vids on YouTube together (and separately) and have amassed a huge following. They are both so beautiful too, omg. Especially Johnnie. I guess pretty dudes with long choppy black hair, facial piercings, tattoos, and guitars are my official TYPE lol.

Anyway, tons of obsessive fangirling over Billie Joe Armstrong, Johnnie Guilbert, and Izzy. 🥵😮‍💨 I’ve been watching lots of Green Day live shit on YouTube as well as Jake/Johnnie vids these days AND I’ve been into watching documentaries lately too, especially true crime docs. Whatever I can find, I’m like a little sponge, soaking it all up. Lots of good stuff on Netflix and Hulu and Paramount. I love old reruns of 20/20 and 48 Hours. Good true crime shit on both of those shows. 😌

That’s about it. Music, fangirling, and true crime lol. I’m pretty boring actually. 😂

Love youuuu, Syd. 🖤🖤

[thissortofsorcery]

I don’t want to be hater but the hater life chose me so what am I supposed to do??? 😩 just wondering if you could rec any Steve / billy / harringrove blogs that do not like Eddie / mungrove /steddie?

everyone i follow pretty much likes him 😫 i am also a hater unfortunately... i am a one-ship bitch lmao

as far as i know (this is so outdated bc i didn't actively participate in fandom for a few months) ariesbilly and i thiiiiink icky-puppy don't reblog e*die content. their blogs are great and they deserve a follow anyway

e*die avoiders please sound off in the notes for anon

[thelikesoffinn]

Hey hiya hi Hi, I stumbled across your Blog because of your Billy post and then I saw that you had this rly detailed and indepth dissection of that other character and I have no cleu who that is but I've still read the whole thing and it was awesome and now I wanted to ask you if you could make something like that about Billy maybe? You seem to like Billy and that would be so great 👀😫🥰

Well hello there, love!

Honestly, I would love to. Because you're absolutely right, I do like Billy a lot and I'm a slut for tragic characters and I really enjoy writing these analyses.

Thing is, however: I don't have much to work with, when it comes to Billy.

With Astarion - the chap from my obnoxiously long post - you get a lot of input, both actively and passively. There's a ton of conversations to be had with a ton of different options to pick, mostly each leading to its own answer and reactions.

But that's not it. You get to see where he grew up, you get a lot of backstory and you get to see his very passive reactions. You know, Astarion is from Baldur's Gate 3, a crpg where you make the choices. But you get to see his reaction to your choices, get to see what he approves and disapproves which tells you a fuck ton about his character and grants me a good basis to build my observations on.

With Billy however? Not so much. If I had to guess, I'd say the fella has maybe 50 minutes of screening spread out over four seasons, 15 of which he is actually himself. The other 35 minutes are either spent under the influence of the mind flayer or impersonated by vecna. So we don't get to see the true Billy all too much, so most of the things I'd write would probably be at least half bases on headcanons, which would probably still be fine but I personally like to stick to the things I can actually provide evidence for if you know what I mean. (At this point, it might as well be lasting uni trauma, haha.)

On top of that, there's another thing that makes Astarion somewhat of a special case and that is, quite plainly, how well he is written. You can tell that there was a lot of attention to detail and that the authors put both research and love into his character. (In my personal opinion, his writing even far excels that of other origin characters in the game, which is pure art because they're all amazingly written.)

Combine that with Neil Newbon's - Astarions VA - performance and you have a proverbial feast for people like me.

We don't get that with Billy. A lot of Billy - both his charme and his tragedy - rides on Dacre Montgomery's shoulders. His performance and his very obvious love for the character make up a lot of the Billy we've seen but, in the end, I don't think he is that well written as a character. There were a lot of moments where I felt they wasted his potential by letting him fall flat because he was nothing but this throwaway character, throwaway "villain" they build.

(Which matches up with what Dacre Montgomery said, how he asked them to give him a story because that boy wouldn't be evil for no reason, which just once again proves that all Billy we got to see was entirely carried by Dacre Montgomery and Dacre Montgomery alone.)

This a problem the stranger writers all seem to have, somehow. Characters they don't deem that important can be rendered a bit flat, which makes them pretty two dimensional between the otherwise colourful cast of stranger things and, as someone who holds side characters and minor characters in extremely high regard, this annoys me to no end. A story without side characters is lifeless and empty, so the least they deserve is to be paid attention to. But they don't, which is why I personally find it extremely easy to guess which character is going to stay and which one isn't.

So far, the only character that surprised me was Steve. I was 100% convinced he'd be gone by the end of season 1, because season 1 Steve also felt like a caricature of himself. "Main good girl's popular boyfriend that gets knocked down a peg by the "looser" character and falls from grace". So when he came back around in season 2 - and with that much added charme - I was like damn? Pretty boy is still around! And he has a proper personality this time!

Anyway, sorry love this turned a bit ranty towards the end there - to make it short: I would really truly love to write an analysis on Billy Hargrove, but I don't think I actually can do so properly, I'm sorry! 😭

[normanbased]

YIPPEE also: i forgot to mention these two in my list of Music Mary Introduced Norman To (iirc it was elton john, fleetwood mac, and billy joel) but. she strikes me as the type to listen to cyndi lauper and kate bush. this definitely isn’t a prompt i just felt the need to bring it up

i have. a few headcanons but i dont wanna flood your inbox so im just gonna rattle off as many of em as i can :D👍

norman derives a lot of comfort from stuffed animals but since getting back from the institution he’s become really embarrassed about it

he has a pretty limited range of safe foods because either Taste Bad or Texture Bad. usually Texture Bad

he’s really warm. he doesn’t notice it, but whenever mary hugs him or something she’s like “holy shit you’re cozy”

tbh. i feel like norman forgets to eat pretty often. partly because sometimes he just… doesn’t realize when he’s hungry until it starts to Feel Really Bad

now that ive written these i am hella curious as to your thoughts on ‘em! again they’re not quite prompts but they can def be fodder for something!

I LOVE ALL OF THESE!! Also don’t u dare be afraid of flooding my inbox, I WISH my Inbox was flooded.

I can imagine the institution really did it’s best to just crush any decent coping mechanisms Norman had. They probably thought it would help him “grow up” or deter his age regression (I know that’s only technically canon to the book, but Tony performs those parts even when it’s not necessarily in the script. He’s so good at knowing when to put Norman in a childlike mindset). Suggestion: Modern AU where Mary takes Norman to Build-A-Bear?

The thing that’s so funny to me about Norman’s horrendous eating habits is that Tony was JUST AS BAD 💀 his milk drinking was fucking infamous. He lived on grilled cheese sandwiches and chocolate junket pudding. He adored hamburgers and literally has multiple quotes saying “I was trying to listen to this director/someone who was speaking to me, but I was sooooo hungry I wanted a cheeseburger SOOOOOO bad 😫”. They both love to eat garbage basically, and u know what? Slay.

And now I’m like really thinking about the stuff Norman eats and Jesus Christ. it really is just candy corn, fried chicken steak, grilled cheese sandwiches, peanut butter, milk… like… girl … EAT A REAL MEAL 💀💥 even when he DOES remember to eat, he’s just eating the most horrendous crap. No wonder he doesn’t put on weight, he’s eating like.. styrofoam.

Also the Kate Bush fan hc for Mary is SO real. I bet she likes The Police too I can totally imagine her and Norman jamming out to some of their tracks.

[strawberrymilk4k]

MUSIC ASKS

I’m bored and I thought this would be fun to fill out

I don’t know who to credit this to because I found this on Pinterest

^ If you know who originally did this, then please reblog and credit them ^

also one more thing- I’ll be using this “🖤” emoji to indicate my favorites

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1. a song you like with a color in the title:

“Black Hole Sun“ by Soundgarden 🕳 ☀ (< I’m hilarious) 🖤

2. a song you like with a number in the title:

“7 Weeks & 3 Days″ by yungatita (it’s 2 numbers so I hope it counts lol)

3. a song that reminds you of summertime:

“Can’t Do It Without You” by Austin Moon (yes- the “Austin and Ally” theme song)

 4. a song that reminds you of someone you would rather forget about:

“Because Of You“ by Kelly Clarkson (my dad 🗑)

5. a song that needs to be played LOUD:

“AMERICAN HORROR SHOW“ by SNOW WIFE 🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️ 🖤

6. a song that makes you want to dance:

“Magic Dance“ by David Bowie (from the soundtrack of “Labyrinth“) 🖤

7. a song to drive to:

“Those Eyes“ by New Coast (I can’t drive but I’d imagine it's nice to drive to) 🖤

8. a song about drugs or alcohol:

“Medicine“ by Daughter (this song fucking kills me-) 🖤

9. a song that makes you happy:

“In a Week” by Hozier & Karen Cowley (Hozier my beloved-) 🖤

10. a song that makes you sad:

“Lithium” by Evanescence (it’s so powerful yet so sweet and sad)

11. a song that makes you angry:

“Would’ve, Could’ve, Should’ve“ by Taylor Swift 🕛 🖤

 (GIVE ME BACK MY GIRLHOOD- IT WAS MINE FIRST) 

12. a song that you never get tired of:

“Breathe“ by Anna Nalick (it’s so- 😫) 🖤

13. a song from your preteen years:

“More Than a Band“ by Lemonade Mouth 😭🖤

14. one of your favorite 80s songs:

“Come on Eileen” by Dexys Midnight Runners 🖤

15. a song you would love to be played at your wedding:

“But I Do Love You“ by LeAnn Rimes (from the soundtrack of “Coyote Ugly”) 🖤

16. a song you like that is a cover by another artist:

“Lovely“ by Lauren Babic & Seraphim (originally by Billie Eilish) 🖤

17. one of your favorite classical songs:

“Für Elise” by Ludwig van Beethoven 

18. a song you would sing for a duet at karaoke:

“Dead Girl Walking“ by Barrett Wilbert Weed & Ryan McCartan 🎤🎤

(^ from the musical version of the original 1980s “Heathers” ^)

19. a song from the year you were born:

“Hey Ya!“ by OutKast (my birthday is February 4th, 2004)

20. a song that makes you think about life:

“Slipping Through My Fingers“ by Meryl Streep & Amanda Seyfried

(^ originally done by ABBA ^)

21. a song that has many meanings to you:

“We’ll Never Have Sex“ by Leith Ross 🖤

(the different meanings I see in it are: pure affection, asexuality, and TW-

trauma from sa and dealing with that during a relationship)

22. a favorite song with a person’s name in the title:

“Thérèse” by Maya Hawk 🖤

23. a song that makes you want to move forward:

“The Show Must Go On“ by Queen (and it never fails to make me cry) 

24. a song that you think everybody should listen to:

“That’s A Woman” by Celtic Thunders Ryan Kelly & Paul Byrom 🖤

(I recommend watching the performance- if you decide to look it up) 

25. a song by a band you wish were still together:

“I Want To Hold Your Hand“ by T.V. Carpio (originally by The Beatles)

(^ from the soundtrack of “Across The Universe” ^)

26.  a song by an artist no longer living:

“You Send Me“ by Sam Cooke 🖤

27. a song that makes you want to fall in love:

“Home“ by Edward Sharpe & The Magnetic Zeros 🖤

28. a song that breaks your heart:

“Pretty” by Korn (it’s a ROUGH song so please listen with caution)

29. a song by an artist with a voice you love:

“Songbird“ by Naya Rivera 🕊🖤

30. a song you remember from your childhood:

“Little Wonders“ by Rob Thomas (from the “Meet The Robinsons” soundtrack)🖤

31. a song that reminds you of yourself:

“Eye of the Tiger“ by Survivor (I played a lot of Guitar Hero 😂)

(I went to a drag race when I was little and don’t know what happened but there was a long intermission between rounds, so I stood up on the bleachers and sang “Eye of the Tiger” for everybody’s entertainment. I got a “Cars” poster to color in, by a guy who worked there and I was SO happy- to this day I don’t know if he did it because he thought I was funny or to get me to shut up lmao)

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okay! this took a lot longer than I planned but I’m all done :) I hope y’all enjoyed 

if you want to check out my Spotify it’s “strawberrymilk4k” 🖤🖤

[littlelovelyspiderling]

okay so I saw u went to eras so now I MUST KNOW what is ur fav taylor song/album

🥳🥳🥳

I hope you’re having a good week!

oooh this is TOUGH 😫

okay i have to designate by season cuz the weather really affects what music im in the mood for lol

1989 in the spring/summer with my fave song being clean 🧼

folklore/evermore in the fall (cuz duh) with my fave being my tears ricochet (sad girl vibes)

okay for the winter when i’m trying to not be in my feels i listen to reputation with getaway car as my fave but when i WANT to be in my feels i’ve had midnights & tortured poets department on rotation

i enjoy ranting about music almost as much as i love ranting about writing but i will admit my favorite artists are pretty basic 😅 ms swift, chappell roan, billie eilish, noah kahan, & hozier were my top spotify artists this year. jorge rivera was also up there cuz ya girl LOOOVES epic the musical 🎶