#he's very sweet and sensitive i love billy...

[carbonateddelusion]

pretty people <3<3<3 beautiful bois and gorgeous gorls <3<3<3

[reveluving]

can i go rabid in your inbox…not a request just imagine billy x reader x kessler…🥴 the contrast of billy being rough but ultimately wanting you to feel good and finish, and kessler being faux sympathetic ‘aww, you poor thing :(((‘ and keeping it just out of reach…hell yeah

- the benny/rick puffing out chests anon (i still go back and read that! 🩵)

me: *sighing, opening the kessler gdoc I already had and scrolling to the bottom because you know damn well I’d elaborate on this. and a girl’s gotta eat too!!*

addict ; billy butcher x reader x joe kessler

includes: s~mut obv (minors DNI!)

a/n: okay but HOLY SHIT, BENNY/RICK CHEST PUFFING ANON??? IT’S BEEN WHAT, TWO YEARS SINCE THAT ASK? bless you, hun! I sincerely hope you’re doing well, please know I giggled and kicked my feet in my bed to this, and the fact that you still come back to the rick series!! 😭❤️

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smut includes: mm4f, size kink, ‘softer’!dom butcher & slightly meaner!dom kessler are equally nasty, petnames, dirty talking, cunnilingus, edging, overstimulation, sq~uirting, voyeurism & exhibitionism, spanking (once), brief mentions of age gap (legal & consenting!!), bj & unprotected s~ex (p in v), butcher & kessler are absolutely obsessed over you!!

Butcher had an obsession with the way you moaned in his ear as he had you on your back. His large frame concealed yours as his hips moved, his thrusts deep but his pace torturously slow. Like Kessler, he loved how your voice pitched higher each time he bottomed out into you, begging him to let you cum in incoherent murmurs. Seeing his team’s pretty little ace writhing underneath his old buddy was almost as exhilarating as any combined operation he had ever faced. 

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” Butcher cooed condescendingly, tilting your head up by your jaw so Kessler, who was lazily pumping his cock as he sat on the chair he had dragged beside the bed could see your tears. If your eyes weren’t brimming with tears, blocking both your vision and mind, you would’ve tried to avert your gaze from Kessler’s heated ones. 

“Billy, please…” You sobbed. 

Butcher was dying to have you when it all started, and he would’ve had you first but he wanted to drag your orgasm. Make you yearn for release, only to cry out in frustration ever so cutely each time he slowed his pace, and despite what one would believe, he would’ve surrendered to your cries much quicker, giving you what you, or at the very least, teasing you just a little bit longer before giving you what you needed then and there. Offering you sweet kisses and even sweeter reassurance as he kissed your neck. 

But Kessler wanted to put your limitations to the test, and you knew you were in for a wild ride when he suggested it with a playful glint in his eye. 

Even so, he took great consideration for your well-being, immediately asking Butcher for the safeword and both of them reminding you to use it if you ever needed to stop at any point. A calm before the storm, before he pushed you onto the bed and restrained you with his arms on your thighs, then latched his lips onto your sensitive clit. 

When Kessler had you on your back, flicking his tongue along your lips and grumbling into your pussy, causing your legs to tense and tremble, Butcher sat by your head. Leaning in to kiss wherever his lips could reach, praising you with zero filter while his hands alternated between roaming your luscious body to holding your hands to your head each time Kessler’s tongue had you particularly jumpy. 

“Y'hear that?” Kessler lightly slapped your pussy, his fingers covered in your slick and his saliva the more he patted your sensitive bud. He and Butcher shared a chuckle, and you would’ve attempted to shut your legs if not for Kessler’s adamant grip.

Butcher needed in, so he sat behind you, pulling you onto his lap so he could be with you as physically close as possible. 

With Kessler’s fingers glistening with your juices, he offered his digits to your lips.

“Go on,” Butcher rasped in your ear as brushed his beard along your shoulder, “Taste y’self, so you’ll know why I love tongue fuckin’ you just as much as he does.”

And one thing led to another, after Kessler edged you for a while, topped with the way Butcher squeezed your tits and had the audacity to tell you not to cum just yet, you were already mush in their arms. It wasn't until you looked up at Butcher with your glossy, puppy dog eyes that he convinced Kessler to spare you the torture. 

But with how long they refused your orgasm, you couldn’t control the spurt that had the men who worshipped you the way America did with their golden boy laughing and cheering for your release.

“‘Atta girl,” Kessler praised, swiping and stimulating your sensitive folds to force the very last droplets of your juices into his mouth and chin, “Atta girl.”

You were practically melting in Butcher’s arms, letting him kiss your cheek, jaw and neck before turning your head to press his lips onto yours. 

Kessler’s stubble tickled your thighs and hipbone, his calloused hands slowly sliding up your body before reaching for your hand. You felt his lips against the pads of your fingers before bringing them in between your legs. You felt Butcher smile against your lips when you whined at the embarrassing squelch, but they perked up at the noise.

“Up.” Butcher murmured as soon as he pulled away. You blinked sluggishly, seeing his eyes dart to your fingers. You brought your hand to his face and he immediately wrapped his lips around your fingers, unabashed with the sounds of suckling and groaning that mingled with Kessler’s. You were practically clenching around nothing, and before you could voice out your frustration, Butcher captured your lips with his once more, letting you taste yourself on his tongue.

“Feels nice, right?” Kessler smiled when you practically jerked at his knuckle nudging at your clit. You weren’t even sure if he was asking you or Butcher, “Just gotta tough it out, bud.”

“Shut it.” Butcher scoffed, but God, did he need you and he needed you now.

Butcher shot Kessler a glare when the latter playfully slapped your ass, though they both knew Butcher didn’t mind it one bit. Not when you let out an irresistible yelp, a reaction they hoped to hear more when they switched places, with Butcher already in Kessler’s place, but not before removing his pants while Kessler decided to sit back. As much as he wanted to feel you once more, he didn’t want to miss any of your reactions if he were to ever lose himself in his own pleasure. 

He knew he’d have just as much fun watching you front row seats, plus, he already had more plans for you soon. Whether he was going to have you once Butcher had his fill of you or if he would be impatient enough that he’d stand or kneel next to you so he could feel your perfect lips around his cock was uncertain. 

But with how addictive you were, he and Butcher knew none of them could wait to have you whole.

a/n: I hope y’all enjoyed this little piece of our two hunks. it’s pwp ‘cause do we REALLY need a reason to go to town with them? SHIT I wanna hear more about them or at least kessler 😩 pls don’t forget to leave some sugar! ;; gorgeous rose divider by @firefly-graphics ♡

[ifwdominicfike]

introducing . . . girly girl!reader

folklore girly , mini skirts , blushed cheeks , vanilla, sweetest girl you will ever meet , pet lover , biggest girls girl ever , shopaholic , everything pink , shy at first but when she’s comfortable shes the most bubbliest girl ever , music lover , huge vinyl collection , sweet scented perfume , big plushie girl , journaling , loves to draw , sensitive , clairo lover , cry baby when she can be , biggest heart ever , sees the good in everyone around.

music quotes ᡣ𐭩

- “i worry this is how im always gonna feel.” - Billie Eilish

- “i don’t wanna think of anything else now that i’ve thought of you.” - Taylor Swift

- “the things you do, only make me wanna get closer to you.” - Clairo

- “yeah my boyfriends pretty cool, but he’s not as cool as me.” - Lana Del Rey

- “They mistook my kindness for weakness.” Lana Del Rey

pairing w/ guitarist!matt here

- avery’s note ˚ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆｡-

i love love loveeee girly girl!reader im so excited for this au omggg, i know i’ve been so bad with new stuff coming out but please bare me with, also her name is going to be angel !! very basic i know but i feel like that suited her best <3

music quotes inspired by @deityinhrt / @hearts4werka !! and layout for this fic and the guitarist!matt one are inspired by @st7rnioioss !!

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 - @ellaapsworld @chrissv4mp @jetaimevous @mattsbrowser @submattenthusiast @flouvela @sturniolosiphone @chrislova @sophand4n4 @mattsfavoritestar @mattslolita @y3sterdaysproblem @strnilolover @cayleeuhithinknott

[goosita]

billy with a shy reader 🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔

gasp billy would love shy!reader

if you're being shy while he flirts with you:

he thinks you're just about the sweetest thing he's ever seen. he's got you in a corner at some party jesse has dragged him to, but as soon as he laid eyes on you, he'd wandered over. now, he leans on one arm, hand placed on the wall just above your head.

"what's a pretty little thing like you doing around all these cowboys, huh?" he asks, one side of his mouth quirked up in a crooked grin. you're blushing up a storm, cheeks stained darker and radiating heat.

"my big brother works with these guys," you say softly, not sure where to look at on his face. his lips are so plush and pillowy, nose long and straight leading up to two of the bluest eyes you've ever seen. you duck your head to avert your gaze, not wanting to stare.

billy clicks his teeth softly and uses his free hand to life your chin, smiling even more when he can see your breath hitch at his touch.

"think your big brother would mind a guy like me asking you to step outside? i think i wanna get to know you a little better, sweetheart," he says, knowing he's laying it on a little thick. he can't help it though; you just look so cute, and he likes how easy it is to fluster you. you might be trying to hide it, but billy can tell you like him.

"pretty please?" he bats his lashes at you, more silly and genuine pleading. it's enough to make a small giggle escape you and he grins, letting go of your chin to take your hand in his much rougher one. he's a little better at hiding his giddiness than you are, but his heart races all the same when you slide your fingers through his and follow him out to the back porch, away from the noise of the party.

if you're caught up in an intimate moment, say, billy pushing into you for the very first time:

"look at me, baby," he coos, brushing your hair away from your face. he'd settled inside you and was giving you a moment to adjust, but you'd turned your eyes away from him nervously. he had you laid bare beneath him, still self-conscious of your nakedness.

"look so pretty," he whispers, peppering your cheeks with the softest little kisses. his lips dot all around your face, tiny pecks that have your cheeks heating up even more.

when he gets you comfortable enough to move, your hand flies to cover your mouth. billy just won't have that.

he grabs both of your hands and pins them above your head, grip firm but still gentle. his thumbs caress the sensitive, thin skin that covers your inner wrist while he slowly rocks his hips against you.

"let me hear those pretty little sounds, darlin'. y'sound so sweet for me," he murmurs. "does it feel good? tell me."

you nod and bite your lip, a little whine escaping you. billy smiles fondly and shakes his head a little.

"words, angel. use your words, how's it feel?"

"feels so good, billy," you whimper, arching your back a little. your voice is pitched higher, wanton and high-strung. "so full, oh god."

billy thrusts into you a little harder, learning that it makes you a little louder for him. he leans down and catches your lips in his own, moaning softly when he feels the way you groan into his kiss. he loves when you're shy, but he loves it even more that he can coax you to be a little louder for him, a little bolder.

let's talk about billy, baby!

[milliesfishes]

꣑ৎ౨ৎbilly and his stubble꣑ৎ౨ৎ fem reader x billy the kid

Reaching for one of Billy's shirts, you pulled it over your body and fastened one button, crawling into bed where he was waiting patiently with his arms outstretched.

"Y'know, you could sleep in nothin' at all and it'd be just fine, pretty girl," he murmured into your hair, planting kisses wherever he could reach.

"It's so cozy in your clothes though," you protested, cuddling close.

"Mm, y' see me wearin' anything?" When you looked down you realized he, indeed, was void of any clothes whatsoever.

Laughing, you buried your face in his chest. "Oh, Billy."

Mock frowning at you, he pressed a teasing kiss to the crook of your neck. "Don't see how me bein' naked is any laughin' matter, darlin'."

Shaking your head and still laughing, you reached a hand up to his jaw, stroking the prickly growth. It was a point of comfort for you to touch his stubble because of how much you liked the feel. You lazily commented, "Your cheeks used to be so smooth."

He chuckled, smoothing your hair. "Yeah," he teased. "Then I met this sweet girl who had a thing for scruffy cowboys. Next thing I know I'm not allowed to shave."

You smiled, leaning up and rubbing your face against his jaw, feeling it prickle against your skin. He cupped your cheek in his hand, noticing a little redness from your motions, his scruff leaving a mark on your sensitive skin. "Careful, baby, you'll rub your pretty face all raw."

With hazy eyes, you repeated, "You had such smooth cheeks before."

"Missin' my baby face, huh?" Billy rested his chin on your head. "Ain't I as pretty anymore?"

Your eyes widened as you tried to remedy it. "Nonono-"

Laughing, he tightened his arms around you. "Nonono what, darlin'?"

"You're very pretty." You kissed his neck once to accentuate it. Then your fingers found his jaw again. "Rough."

He smirked. "A bit, yeah." As your fingers continued to rove over it, he shook his head, dipping down to kiss your cheek. "You're fixating on it, sweetheart."

"Do you only keep it for me?" you questioned suddenly, halting the motions of your fingers.

Billy scratched his cheek idly, looking down at you. "Well...I'd be lyin' if I said it wasn't a big part of it," he started, speaking slowly. "You really do love it. I can tell by the way you touch it, 'n react to it." Then he thought to himself for a moment. "But there's other reasons too."

"Like what?" You propped yourself up on his chest to listen.

He smiled softly, chucking you under the chin. "Makes me look like less of a boy. More weathered, maybe. A bit more experienced." Billy got a serious look in his eye. "I ain't a kid anymore, darlin'. I'm a grown man. Don't wanna look like a kid."

Hearing the slightly hardened tone in his voice, you fell silent. As long as you'd known him, Billy had been running from the title forced on him by those supposedly above him. Kid Antrim, Billy the Kid. It was all the same. It forced him into an inferior position even though he'd been fending for himself almost his whole life.

This resistance crept into his actions, his words, and now you knew, his appearance. Billy was well into his twenties now, not a child by any means. He didn't look it either, not to you, anyways.

Reaching up, you fingered his stubble again, a soft look in your eyes. "I think you should shave, if you want to."

One of his eyebrows arched, and he looked confused. "You...want me to shave?" he asked incredulously. "But you love this scruff, baby. You know I grow it for you."

You nodded fondly, leaning in to peck his lips softly. "You...if you want to shave it you should."

Truthfully, you were on the opposite side of his mindset. With his face on every wanted poster in the state, you feared for his life every time he left the house. And the older he got, the more evident that ending became.

His scruff did make him look older, as he'd said. But you didn't want him to be.

Billy traced a hand over your cheek, bringing you back to earth. "Where's all this comin' from, sweet thing?"

You looked up at him, sadness behind your eyes. "I don't want you to look any closer to death."

Immediately, understanding dawned in his eyes. He exhaled slowly, seeming to realize everything you were thinking. "Oh, baby..." Reaching up gently, he took your hand, pulling it away from his face, his calloused fingers wrapping around yours. Billy brought you close so you were right up against him, bundled in his arms.

When you looked up at him, you saw your own pain reflected in his eyes. He leaned down and kissed your forehead. "I understand, baby. I do, I promise."

You fell asleep like that, him half folded over you like a blanket, the comforting weight of him soothing you enough to close your eyes.

Awaking the next morning, you stretched out an arm for him, only to find empty bedspace next to you. When you wandered out into the hallway, you could see him in the washroom through the slightly ajar door. He was shaving.

Pushing the door the rest of the way open, you watched him for a moment before he caught sight of you. Soap was half smeared across his face as he carefully moved the blade against his skin, one side already bare.

Billy noticed you in the mirror and stopped immediately, looking wide eyed at you. There was a long beat of silence as you just stared at him, lips slightly parted.

Pure emotion ran through your body. Everything he'd told you last night about what having his facial hair meant to him ran through your mind. His grief with the name and the image forced upon him, the way it made him feel. And yet here he was. Choosing you over his past.

In a single motion, you moved forward, wrapping your arms around his middle and burying your face in his chest. He exhaled softly, setting the blade down with a clatter and mirroring your actions, his arms holding you safely to him. "Hey, baby," he murmured.

Resting his chin on your head, he got soap in your hair, and you giggled at the feel. He lifted a hand to move the substance to his finger. "Sorry, sweetie."

"It's okay," you smiled, leaning back into him. You nodded at the blade. "Keep going."

He looked down at you so lovingly you could have melted. Billy kissed your hair, getting more soap on it, and lifted the blade once more, making quick work of it since you were wrapped around him.

Sitting on the counter afterward with him standing between your legs, you had your hands on his face, feeling his smooth cheeks. He did look younger, but contrary to his fears, not at all like a boy. No, your Billy was all man through and through.

You leaned forward, nuzzling your cheek against his, and he smiled, nose in your neck. "D'ya like it?"

"You look handsome," you said softly, and he pulled back, kissing your brow. Pressing your lips to his nose, you mumbled, "Do you like it?"

Billy's lips turned up. "Yeah. I do. But most importantly-" he squeezed your hips gently. "I like that you like it."

With your hands on his cheeks, you smiled softly, entranced by the domesticity of it all. Billy kissed both your cheeks, making a point to rub his newly smoothed skin against yours. "'S long as my girl likes it." He slid his arms fully around your waist. "Hope ya like soft kisses."

"I like all your kisses," you giggled, and he started trailed his lips all over your face. "Smooth or scratchy."

[lexilovestom]

LITTLE SPECTATOR

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— in which: You brought your 2 year old daughter to her first Tokio Hotel concert to see her dad perform on stage. And Tom and the band are so happy to have her in the crowd!

⌞ contains: fluff fluff fluff!! (this is actually so freaking adorable), 2010 Tom ⌝

— The daughter's name will be Nala since Tom said in his podcast that if he ever had a daughter he would have named her Nala like in the Lion King movie! 🥹

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— Y/n's pov:

Today I'm bringing Tom and I's daughter to her first Tokio Hotel concert! I've always wanted to see her reaction to her dad playing guitar, and now that I believe she's old enough it's the perfect time!

Tom doesn't know I'm bringing her, only Bill. He thinks that I will be at the VIP tent watching the concert with some family members and other VIPs, but nope! I have our little girl with me!

I can't wait to see his reaction because he's always told me from the day she was born that he can't wait to play for her in the crowd and put extra effort in his solos for her.

So here we are now. It's almost 8:00pm, definitely past my baby's bedtime, but the show is about to start. I'm holding Nala on my left side as I walk in the stadium with a bunch of security guards. Fans turn around and greet us with a bunch of cheering, and some even got near the VIP tent to talk to me and hold her hand. They're all so sweet, I'm so glad they support Tom and I's relationship.

"Baby are you ready? daddy's gonna stand on that stage in a couple minutes!" I say to my daughter before the lights dim down and everyone starts cheering super loud. Nala smiles and nods quickly, before I remember I should probably put her ear protecting headphones on since she's still very sensitive and loud sounds like these can damage her hearing. "Baby let's put these on okay? you look so cute!!" I say as I pick her up again.

"Dada?" she points to the stage ahead of us, "yes! dada will get on there in a matter of seconds!" I don't even get to finish my sentence that the music starts playing and the boys get on stage. I gasp and point forward "Nala look!! there's dada!" I watch her smile grow wider and wider and it's melting my heart, "dada!!!". She's such a daddy's girl and seeing her light up at the sight of her father almost makes me tear up. She's so in love with him.

Tom is fully concentrated on playing the guitar, he almost never looks up from it when the concert is just starting since he still has to warm up and relieve the tension. Nala is pretty much dancing in my arms and it's making me giggle so much, she's so cute. "Uncle Billy!" she looks over, "yes! uncle Billy is also there! and so are uncle Georg and uncle Gustav!" she starts waving at them, but sadly no one is looking in our direction just yet.

Some time passes and Tom finally looks up at us, I see his eyes widen and his jaw fall to the floor at the sight of his daughter. "Nala look! dada is looking at us! wave!!" she quickly turns her head, "papa!!!" she starts waving with both her little hands as she also kicks her feet in my grasp, making me laugh as I wave too. Tom smiles brightly, waves back and mouths a small 'hi baby', which I told her about.

Halfway through the concert the boys are playing Pain Of Love, Nala has her arms wrapped around my neck and her head against mine. She's definitely getting tired. It's almost time for Tom's solo and I can tell that he's putting all his heart and soul in making this his best one yet. I tap Nala on the shoulder, "baby look! papa's going to play the guitar by himself now!" she shoots up with a smile and Tom gives us one last glance to make sure we're looking before playing the most magical solo ever. You can hear the dedication, passion and desire to play this to his daughter and it's making Nala's eyes twinkle with lust.

It eventually comes to an end, and as Tom looks at us fully satisfied with a smile, I tickle Nala's belly teasingly "Did you hear that!? that was so cool! wasn't it? dada played it for you!!" she just giggles and curls herself in a little ball from my touch on her stomach. I look up to give Tom a reassuring and proud smile that speaks more than a hundred words. He just smiles back and nods his head before turning back. He got the message.

It's almost the end of the show, the boys have now moved on the acoustic set, Bill saw Nala and waved at her too. They sit down on stools in the middle on the stage as Bill thanks all the fans for coming here tonight, Tom keeps looking and waving at us with a warm smile as Nala sends him kisses.

"I also wanted to take a moment to say hi to our special little spectator of the evening, my sweet niece that is in the crowd with us tonight!" Bill says as the crowd turns to us and cheers loudly.

I shoot up, "Nala look! they're waving at you say hi! hiii!!!" I say. "Hiii!!!!!" Nala smiles as the crowd aw's in unison and the boys all wave back to her.

"It's her first concert and Tom can't stop looking in that particular direction as you can tell!" Bill adds as everyone laughs.

"Aww she's tired..well, should we play just a couple more songs before Nala drifts to sleep?" the crowd cheers again as their attention is back to the band, and the concert eventually comes to an end.

Nala slept on my shoulder for the last 20 minutes, but woke up just in time to say bye to her dad on stage and get out of the VIP tent. We make our way backstage with two security guards, before we see Tom standing alone at the foot of the stage, waiting for us surrounded by wires and lights everywhere. I gasp "Baby look who's there!!", "papa!!!" I slowly put her down as she runs towards her dad who bent down to hug her tight. "Hey princess! I missed you!! did you see me on stage?"

"Yeah!" Nala gets a little shy as Tom chuckles and picks her up. She wraps her arms around his neck and places her head in between it as he has one arm behind her back while kissing her cheek multiple times, making her giggle. "Did you like it?!" Tom asks again as she lets out a soft 'mhm'.

I slowly make my way towards them. Tom looks up at me with a smile, "heeeyy!" he kisses me, "hey!! she was so happy to see you on the big stage and you were so incredible wow!"

"Had any doubts?" he smirks as I scoff jokingly and lightly smack his arm, "of course not! I could tell how much this meant to you, and she loved it isn't that right?!" I turn my attention to Nala as I tickle her belly again. Tom looks at her and then back at me, mouthing a light 'thank you'.

"Where's my favorite baby?!" we turn around to see Bill running towards us with his arms out, completely sweaty, followed by Georg and Gustav who had towels around their necks. "Here she is!" Tom hands him Nala. "Uncle Bill uncle Bill!!!"

"Yes! uncle Bill is here!! hi little princess I missed youuu!!!" Bill holds her close and spins a couple times. "Did you enjoy the show? it was lovely having you in the crowd tonight!"

"Yes!" she giggles as we all aw in unison and laugh. "Hi uncle Georg! Hi uncle Gustav!" Nala looks ahead, "hi cutie!" Georg says while caressing her cheek as he's followed by Gustav's "hey pretty girl!"

Nala turns to look at me and Tom who had his right arm around my shoulders, "mama I'm sleepy" she holds her arms out as Tom quickly goes to pick her up. "Aaw you're sleepy? let's go then, let's have night night." I say as I too caress her soft cheek. Her little curls bouncing up at the slightest touch of them, her small Tokio Hotel denim jacket that matches her jeans and pink shoes, her red little lips...gosh this child is adorable and definitely Tom's twin.

"Let's go home baby come on" Tom giggles softly as Nala drifts to sleep on his shoulder in the same position as before. We say bye to everyone and head our way home. It was an amazing and very sweet night. I'm so glad my baby could see her dad perform, and I'm so proud of Tom for putting all his heart and soul in making her proud of him. She truly means the world to him and nothing could ever change that.

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I hope you guys liked this! it's my first image and even if I'm not very good at writing these things yet, I had a fun time and I hope you did too! make sure to send image requests! I would love to put my spin on your ideas 💕 byee! ♡

[thesassypadawan]

Say I Love You (Billy x FemReader)

Summary: Love. The one thing you want most in the world. What you hoped to find with moving to the big city. And receive from your new ‘caring’, ‘doting’ boyfriend.

Warnings: 18+ (mdni), because there’s sooo much of the smut. Corruption, loss of innocence, toxicity, fingering, and…Billy's chubby, big dick.

Notes: I would love to hear what all you, lovelies, think! If you would like to see more of Billy or even a part 2 to this! Also, please, feel free to send any requests for him! 💛

- Firm grip encloses your wrists; gently pulls them away, exposing your delicate skin. “Uh-uh. No hiding, kittycat.” Blue eyes sweep over the gentle curve of your neck, the ample swell of your breasts. “Let me see, really look at you before…”

- Wriggling, whimpering beneath him. Face grows flush, burns hot from the intensity of his hungry gaze. From laying bare in front of someone for the very first time in your modest, little life. “Be-before what?”

- Smirk crosses his handsome face, low chuckle rumbles in his chest. “I mark up this beautiful skin.” Hands settle, squeeze your hips firmly. “Make a gorgeous mess of your body.” As he leans down, licks a long stripe from your cleavage to your collarbone. “Show you what real love is.” Sucking lightly…

- Biting down, his teeth sink slightly into your sensitive flesh. A high-pitched whine escapes from the back of your throat. An unfamiliar, dizzying sensation of shame mixed with obscene pleasure sending heat to your core. “You…you p-promise.”

- “Course.” Lips trail slowly, teeth scrape ever so slightly. Leaving heated kisses, tiny nips across your chest. Patches of red…purple blooming in their wake. “Why would I lie to you?”

- Calloused fingertips find your nipple; rolls, pinches it. Eliciting sweet mewls of arousal, desperation. Struggling to process mentally, unable to handle physically his indecent touches. “Biiiillly!”

- “Good girl, encouraging me so cutely.” Licking your other pert nub, teasing it with his tongue. He reaches, slips his fingers between your thighs. Groaning softly, collecting some of your slick…smearing it across your folds.

- Circling around, briefly plunging two into your sopping cunt. Small wail escaping, hips unintentionally buck into his; seeking, craving more. “Already so needy…”

- Withdrawing, he dangles them before you. Lips curling up, clearly taking amusement in the way your pupils dilate. How you intently watch your juices trickle down his long digits, some stray drops splattering onto your breasts. “So wet…”

- Diligently, he licks them clean. Gaze locked with yours; taking his time, savoring the taste of you on each. Until he releases the last one with a wet pop. “Just how I want you, sweetheart.”

- Sobs wrack your body as he pushes three fingers into your warmth. Pumping steadily, pussy clenches around them. Thumb pressing your clit, tiny pricks stinging at your waterline. The sinful sound of squelching filling the air, echoing throughout his loft.

- Relentlessly, he continues to plunge. Stimulating, sending sparks of ecstasy straight to your aching core. “Ahhh, I’m…” Your hands tangle, fist the sheets; breaths come out in short gasps. While you rapidly speed towards, begin to teeter over the edge. “I’m…I’m…”

- “Not…yet…” Abruptly, he removes them. Muffled, strangled cry flies from you. Gummy walls flutter frantically, suddenly empty. Tears flowing freely; running down your pink cheeks, splotchy neck. “Not till you say…I love you.”

- “I love you!” You squeak, hands scrambling. Trying desperately to reach, pull him in close. Babbling uncontrollably, over and over. “I love you! I love you! I lo-”

- Gripping your knees, he pushes them towards your chest. Applying enough pressure to silence you. Fat, red tip prodding; taunting, rubbing at your slit. “See, that wasn’t so hard…was it?”

- Surging forward, Billy sheaths himself into your virgin hole. “So tight…” Head tipping back, stream of whimpers falls from your lips. “So perfect…” Which only grow louder, more pitiful when he thrusts deeper. An unfamiliar tearing, painful sensation shooting through your core. “All mine now…”

- “Nnngh…please!” Harshly he drives. Aggressively pounding, bullying your poor cunt. Giving you no time to adjust to his thick length, to the burning stretch. That has you moaning, shamefully begging. “More…n-need more!”

- “More? I'll give you more…” Pinning you to the bed, he cages you in with his strong arms. Folding you practically in half, legs nearly touching your ears. “Ruin you, fill you…so much that you'll never need another's love…”

- That’s all you've ever wanted, ever needed. Love; unconditional, absolute love. And if this is how Billy showed it, then you'll happily take it…again and again. Even if you're left sore…crying…pregnant… You'll remind yourself that they're tears of joy, while you cradle the precious bundle in your arms.

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“Oh I’m pretty sure I’ve seen you worse than this, my love. Remember your last birthday before you got pregnant with the little miss? At one point, I had to make sure you were still alive.”

👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀 i forgot to comment about this but do tell, i love me a good tea

Hello my lovely friend! I loved coming up with the backstory for Billy’s comment! Thank you so so much for sending this to my inbox. I hope you like what I did here! 💚

Anything for You

Photos are not mine. They are courtesy of Pinterest/Google.

Pairing: Tattoo Artist Billy Russo x F! Reader

Warnings: Some swear words, alluding to smexy time but PG-13, pure fun, fluffy bunnies and unicorns, drinking

Word Count: 4.4K-ish

Summary: It’s your birthday and you told Billy you wanted to have a little fun doing something very nostalgic plus tacos and tequila

A/N: Part of The Sweetest Pain Series. Based on the above ask. Excerpt was from Son of the Sea. This one was a lot of fun to write, I hope you like it!

As always, thank you for reading!  I appreciate it so much and comments, reblogs are welcome and encouraged. Don’t be shy to tell me your favorite part. 💕💕 💕

Green soap.

It was probably one of your favorite scents and there was always a hint of it on your husband’s clothes when he came home from his studio. But now, sitting in his tattoo chair, that strong aroma surrounded you while Billy, as gently as he could, slowly dragged the single needle across the skin on your arm.

He was outlining one of the snakes on your Medusa tattoo. You winced a little when the needle scratched the sensitive skin on the inside of your arm toward the pit, just below your shoulder. A devilish smile stretched across Billy’s face. You knew he not-so-secretly enjoyed it, making you clench your fist or when you bite down on your lower lip to deal with the pain from the long drags of the liner needle across your skin.

“That one tickled a little bit, huh baby.” He said with a sly smirk on his face.

Biting back a smile of your own, you replied, “I know you’re enjoying this Billy Russo.” Narrowing your eyes at him, you continued, “I know you just loooooove tattooing those sensitive spots to watch people’s faces, especially mine. And your smile gets even wider when it’s time for the white ink.”

Billy knew what you said was true. His eyes lit up with pure joy when it was time to put the white ink in. It always seemed to hurt more than any other color and since most of your tattoos were black and gray, there was a LOT of white ink in them.

The buzzing of Billy’s tattoo pen stopped and he paused to look up at you. He flashed that million-dollar smile which he knew full well what it did to you.

He gently brushed his gloved finger along your arm and softly said, “I know you can take it, sweet girl.”

He winked at you.

Heat rose to your cheeks and you started to blush. Billy always knew just what to say to make you turn every shade of red there was but you knew how to make him blush too.

“Are we still talking about the white ink, baby?” You asked, with a slight smirk.

Billy turned away from you briefly. You knew he was blushing which made you chuckle.

Ed #1 interrupted the two of you. “Uh, you guys know there are other people in the room too, right?”

“You say somethin’, Ed?” Billy asked sarcastically.

A loud laugh escaped your lips before you leaned into Billy and whispered in his ear, “Can we stop for a minute, handsome? I gotta pee.”

With a slight smile, he nodded, set his tattoo pen down, and took his gloves off. With the fan on in the bathroom, it was difficult to hear what they were all talking about out there but they were all smiles when you walked out.

“What are y’all smiling at?” You asked with narrowed eyes.

Billy replied, “We were just talking about your birthday.”

“My birthday? It’s not for three more weeks.” You said.

With a warm smile, Billy said, “The Ed’s just wanted to know what we were doin’ for your birthday. I told them you hadn’t decided what you wanted to do yet.”

A wide smile stretched across your lips as you walked back over to Billy’s tattoo chair.

“Ahhhhhh ok, well when I do figure out what I wanna do, you guys will be the first ones to know.” You said.

Billy had been asking you what you wanted to do for your birthday for the past month or so. He was a planner and he said he just wanted to make sure that he had enough time to take care of everything.

You did have one idea in mind, you just hadn’t mentioned it to him yet.

**********

Later on that night, you rolled over in bed hoping to be warmed up by Billy’s body heat but his side of the bed was empty. You didn’t need to look very far to find him though. Over in the next room was where Billy went when he couldn’t sleep. He painted or worked on his drawings until the early morning hours, sometimes even until the sun began to warm the sky.

You threw on his sweatshirt and tiptoed toward the next room.

“You know you can’t sneak up on me, sweet girl.” Said Billy.

Even though you could only see the back of his head, you could tell he was smiling. The commissioned painting he was working on had been keeping him awake for the past few weeks. The perfectionist in him always wanted to make sure that everything was just so; clients paid a lot of money for commissioned paintings so Billy made sure to give them exactly what they wanted.

“Oh I know, my love. I just love to watch you work, that’s all.” You replied, leaning against the doorframe and biting down on your lower lip.

His long skilled fingers held the brush firmly as it moved smoothly against the canvas. Billy had endless talent that begged to be seen and a talent that, hopefully one day, would be passed down to your children and that thought brought a smile to your face.

Billy put his paintbrush down and turned to face you, he gazed at you with his endless brown eyes and flashed his perfect smile at you which still gave you butterflies. He looked tired and there were faint purple shadows underneath his eyes. Billy didn’t sleep much and you desperately wanted to protect him from his nightmares but you couldn’t.

Those nightmares were one of the reasons he didn’t sleep very well and why he got up in the middle of the night to paint. The only thing you could do was to be there for him if he wanted to talk about it which wasn’t very often but he was getting better about it; you were his wife and there wasn’t anyone he trusted with his feelings more than you.

“You look sexy while you paint.” You said, shyly.

Billy snaked his long arms around your waist and gently touched his forehead to yours.

“Well I think you look sexy when you do anything, baby.” He said, glancing at you from head to toe.

“You’re delirious, Billy. You need some sleep.” You replied.

You had grabbed his hoodie on your way out of the bedroom to cover yourself. All you had on was a pair of very short shorts and a tank top, his hoodie covered your legs to about mid-thigh so it looked like you weren’t wearing anything underneath.

The sweatshirt hem slipped in between Billy’s fingers as he slowly lifted the sweatshirt away from your legs.

“Are you wearin’ anything underneath this, beautiful?” He asked as a devilish smile played across his lips.

Playfully slapping him on the shoulder, you replied, “Yes, I have shorts on, Billy. You know that.”

“That’s too bad. You always look perfect wearin’ my hoodie and nothin’ else.” He said with a wink.

Billy leaned in and pressed his lips to yours, gently at first but as you melted into his kiss, he parted your lips with his tongue so it could tangle and knot with yours. After unzipping the sweatshirt, his long agile fingers brushed the soft skin of your stomach.

Goosebumps peppered across your body when you felt his hand dip below your waistband and touch the wet spot on your panties. Warmth quickly spread across your cheeks and between your thighs as a soft moan escaped your lips while his strong hands caressed your body.

You could taste the peppermint on his lips and faintly smell the green soap left on his black t-shirt as your fingers glided through his ink like hair. Billy had pulled you flush to him, squeezing your body tightly against his like he was scared to let you go and you embraced him firmly in return, silently telling him that you were real and you weren’t going anywhere.

You were his.

The hoodie fell to the floor after he had pushed it off of your shoulders. Looking up at him through your long dark lashes, you smiled warmly at first but then narrowed your eyes and said, “I thought you were painting tonight, lieutenant.”

With a devilish smirk, Billy replied, “I think I’d rather paint you, baby…with my tongue.”

Covering your eyes in embarrassment, you let out a chuckle and replied, “Well I might be agreeable to that, my love.”

Suddenly his hands were under your ass and he picked you up with ease. With your legs wrapped around his waist, he started to carry you off to bed when you mentioned, “Don’t you have to clean up first, Billy?!”

He only had one word to say in response.

“Later…”

**********

The Next Morning

You could feel the peaceful murmur of his heart steadily beating inside his chest as he slept. Billy doesn’t usually sleep in. Most of the time he’s awake before you are and you normally find him drinking his coffee at the breakfast bar but not today. On this rare morning, you just watched him sleep and tried not to move so you wouldn’t disturb him.

Billy shifted slightly underneath the arm you had resting on his chest. He inhaled sharply then let out a deep yawn before snaking his arm around you.

“Good mornin’, beautiful. I guess I slept in. That’s your fault though…you wore me out.” Said Billy, kissing the top of your head and rubbing his eyes with his other hand.

With a shocked look on your face, you lifted your head slightly so you were resting your chin on top of the hand that was placed against his chest.

“Oh I wore YOU out?!! I slept in too, soldier!” You exclaimed with a wide smile.

His sly grin stretched from ear to ear and he winked at you as he replied, “There’s my little firecracker. I’ll go make some coffee.”

As he rolled over you, his lips collided with yours and you gently brushed his beard with your thumb. Propping up your head with your hand, you carefully watched Billy as he slipped on his black sweats. Your handsome husband had a lean, toned body and his tattoo sleeve was just as impressive today as the first time you saw it.

He’d catch you staring at it all the time. You couldn’t help it.

“I think I know what I wanna do for my birthday, Billy.” You said, still staring at him and biting down on your lower lip.

“Oh yeah?” Said Billy. His dark eyes shone in the early morning sunshine spilling in through the window. “Well come tell me over coffee, sweet girl.”

Billy sat at the breakfast bar while you stood in front of the stove cooking some eggs, a smile stretched across your face as you looked over your shoulder at his face when he asked in a confused tone, “an arcade?”

You continued to push the eggs around in the pan.

“Yeah! This place has old arcade games and pinball machines!” You said excitedly. “Plus, it’s a bar too. Oh and I’d also like tacos and a little tequila, please.”

He raised a finger to point at you.

“So aside from the tequila, you want an 8-year old’s birthday party.” He joked.

You started to hand him his plate of eggs but pulled them back toward you when he made his smart ass comment.

“Are you making fun of me, Mr. Russo? Cuz if you are, I can throw these eggs right in the trash and no breakfast for you.” You said.

“All right, all right my little firecracker, you’re feisty this morning. I’m teasin’ ya. Don’t go throwin’ away perfectly good scrambled eggs. I don’t know what you do to them to make them taste that good but they are pretty amazing. So yes, I will take care of your birthday party arrangements, just lemme know who you’re inviting.” Said Billy.

You handed Billy his plate of eggs through the breakfast bar window and walked around to the other side, kissed him on the cheek, and asked, “Really? You’d do that for me, Billy?”

“I’d do anything for you, sweet girl. I love you.” He said after swallowing a mouthful of eggs. “God, these are good!” He exclaimed as he took another bite.

You smiled and kissed his cheek again.

“Cream cheese and chives, my love. Those are my secret ingredients.” You said with a warm smile. “And I love you too. Don’t forget to tell the Ed’s first.”

Three Weeks Later

Billy spoiled you on your actual birthday. On his way home from the studio, he stopped to buy you flowers, a calzone from your favorite pizza place, and cupcakes from your favorite bakery. The men from your past relationships never were as considerate or as sweet as Billy. You never expected fancy dates or gifts; you just wanted them to try but they never did.

“I know it’s not much but…” Said Billy.

You interrupted him.

“Not much? It’s perfect, my love. I couldn’t ask for anything more. Thank you!” You said, as you snaked your arms around his neck and pulled him in closer for a kiss.

“Happy Birthday, my little firecracker. You ready for your party this weekend?” He asked.

A wide smile stretched across your lips as you replied, “YES!! I’m very excited! Where are we going for tacos?”

“I made a reservation for all of us at that place on Hope Street. De Mole, I think it’s called. I think, I THINK they have the requirements you asked for.” Billy said sarcastically.

You narrowed your eyes at him and folded your arms protectively across your chest. “I’m not sure I like your tone, lieutenant.” You joked. “Careful, or I’ll eat both cupcakes that are in that box.”

“How do you know there are two in there?” He asked, flashing you a sly side smile.

You started to laugh.

“You think I don’t know you, Billy Russo? Like you would come home with just ONE cupcake.” You said, still laughing.

“Well, you got me. There ARE two in there.” He said, sounding slightly defeated.

Pointing a finger at him, you said “AHA! I knew it! Hey, if you ever sleeve your other arm you can just have all of your favorite sweets tattooed on you.”

Billy lowered his voice to barely more than a whisper and purred into your ear, “My all-time favorite is you, sweet girl. You really are the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted.”

He always knew exactly what to say to have you fall apart with just the sound of his voice. At times you still couldn’t believe he was all yours, a friend that had turned into everything you had ever wanted in a relationship and so much more…and you were the same for him.

Billy was someone you could laugh with and tell all of your worries to. You were the one person besides Frank that he felt like he could talk to about his mother; he never had the comfortability with anyone to be able to do that with before you. And more than anything, you loved to see him smile.

He wasn’t perfect but he was perfect for you.

“You can taste me later, handsome. I want my calzone and cupcake.” You whispered back, the bristles of his beard tickled your lips as you kissed him on the cheek.

Billy smiled his million-dollar smile at you and said, “Whatever you want, my love. It’s your birthday.”

**********

The food and drinks at de Mole were delicious. There was crispy calamari with jalapeno aioli, roasted tomato sauce and corn relish. The spicy margaritas and your favorite, Baja fish tacos, were the perfect combination of heat and flavor. Everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves so far.

“You gotta do a shot. It’s your birthday, kid!” Said Frank as he dropped a shot of tequila down in front of you.

Staring at the shot glass nervously, you replied, “I dunno Frank, I’m not 21 anymore. I don’t recover as fast as I used to.”

“One shot ain’t gonna kill ya, sweetheart. Besides, Bill’s drivin’.” Frank stated.

After sprinkling some salt on the back of your hand, you downed the shot of tequila and took a bite of a lemon wedge.

“Woo! Oh it burns! It’s been a minute since I’ve done this, Frank!” You exclaimed, squinting your eyes and pursing your lips.

A wide sly smile stretched across Frank’s lips and he replied, “Atta girl! Let’s go play some video games, yeah?”

Billy had booked a private party for you and everyone at Barcade. Everyone that worked at the tattoo studio came, Ed #1, Ed #2, Andy, and Shortcake, along with Frank, Maria, and two of your really good friends, Danielle and Jessie.

It really was like being a kid again, hearing all the noises from the different machines and games throughout the bar. The unmistakable sounds of pinball flippers, the rolling of the metal ball, flashing lights and the ringing of the bells each time the ball was struck.

Familiar phrases like “FINISH HIM!” and “Flawless Victory” could be heard coming from the Mortal Kombat II machine where the Eds were talking shit to each other. You overheard the revving of engines and screeching tires coming from the Daytona USA game.

Frank and Maria were racing each other while Billy practiced his target shooting on Quick & Crash. It was a fast draw shooting gallery game and it wasn’t a surprise to you that Billy got the highest score. They put his name up on the chalkboard with all the other high scorers. He was a little proud of himself like “I still got it.”

“You havin’ a good time, sweet girl?” Billy asked, snaking his long arms around your waist.

Excitedly, you replied, “Oh I am, baby! I’m having SO much fun! Thank you for doing this for me.”

“I told you, I’d do anything for you my love.” He said, leaning in and capturing your lips in a soft kiss.

Licking his bottom lip, you could tell he tasted the tequila on yours.

“Frankie gave you another shot of tequila, didn’t he.” He said with a slight smile.

You were feeling a little tipsy and started to giggle.

“Maybe.” You replied. “Come on! Let’s go race!”

Billy laughed. “Hey, you’ve been drinking. You can’t drive.” He joked, chasing after you to the racecar game.

“We’ve all been drinkin’! Come onnnnnnn!” You yelled.

He won by a nose.

You made sure to hang out with everyone and thank them for coming out for your birthday. It felt really nice to be surrounded by people who really cared about you but no one enjoyed watching you have fun more than Billy did. Every time you turned around, his eyes were on you with a wide smile stretched across his lips so you’d blow him a kiss every time you caught him staring.

You were everything to him.

“How are you so good at this game?!!” Ed #2 shouted.

You replied, “Please, Street Fighter II was my favorite game growing up. You’re not gonna beat me!”

Frank interjected, “Alright, I’m playin’ winner. You ready to lose for the first time tonight, sweetheart?”

“I’m tellin’ ya Frankie, you’re not gonna beat her. She’s won against everyone tonight.” Said Billy, gently brushing the bristles of his beard.

“She hasn’t played me yet, Bill.” Said Frank.

He talked a big game but luck was not on his side. Frank lost and he lost miserably so his punishment was he had to do a shot of tequila but he also bought another one for you. Barcade had about 25 craft beers on tap to choose from so between the beer and the shots, you were feeling pretty good, maybe a little too good. You had tried to pace yourself but that last shot was probably one too many and you began to feel a little unsteady on your feet.

“Alright, my little firecracker, I think it’s time to call it a night. What do ya say?” Asked Billy.

Leaning into him, you replied, “I-I thhhhhhink y-you’re right, b-baby. L-let’s go h-home!”

Billy glared at Frank and said, “Thanks a lot, Frankie.”

“Ah, it’s her birthday. She’ll be alright.” Frank replied.

You said goodbye to everyone, thanked them all again for coming before Billy put you in the car. As he drove away from the curb, you waved and immediately leaned back to rest your head and closed your eyes.

“Stay awake, sweet girl. We don’t have that far of a drive. You have fun tonight?” He asked.

Billy figured if he kept you talking, that you wouldn’t fall asleep on the way home. A warm smile stretched across your lips as you reached to touch him on the shoulder before replying, “I d-did h-handsome, thank youuuuuu.”

Billy rested his hand on your thigh as he always did when he was driving.

“I love you, Billy. Thank you again for my party.” You said softly.

“I love you too, beautiful.” He whispered. “We’re almost home, you gonna make it?”

“I’ll make it.” You said.

Getting out of the car and the elevator ride up to your apartment were uneventful. But as soon as Billy unlocked the door, you ran for the bathroom. At least you made it home first before getting sick. After taking off his jacket and putting his keys away, Billy came into the bathroom to make sure you were alright.

He helped hold your hair back and checked to see if your sleeves were rolled up. The sides of the bowl felt cool against your wrists while everything you had that night came up and out.

Never again with the tequila. Just say “no” to Frank.

The bathroom floor felt nice and cool against your skin, the room wasn’t spinning when your cheek was resting against the tiled floor so that’s where you wanted to stay but Billy didn’t want you sleeping there.

“Sweet girl, you can’t stay on the floor all night.” He said.

Joking around, you replied, “Sure I can, it’s nice and cool down here. Just forward all my mail here, I’ll be fine.”

“Even tequila drunk, you make me laugh, baby.” Billy chuckled, shaking his head. “Come on, you’re goin’ to bed.”

He did his best to make you comfortable by helping you put on one of his old marines t-shirts that you loved to sleep in so much. He also left some Gatorade and pain reliever on your bedside table.

You must not have moved much for the rest of the night because you woke up in the same position you fell asleep in as the sunlight danced across your face. Billy was sitting straight up in bed, his arm draped over you, his chin to his chest until he felt you move which startled him awake.

“It’s ok, Billy…it’s ok. It’s just me. Ow…” You said softly, pinching the bridge of your nose trying to ease your headache pain. “You slept like that all night?”

He blinked his eyes a few times, looked down at you and smiled.

“Well I cleaned up the bathroom so not ALL night. Wasn’t too bad. It smells like green soap in there now, your favorite.” He winked. “And of course, I had to make sure you were ok while you were sleeping.” Said Billy.

You returned a smile and replied, “That’s so sweet of you, baby. It’s not my first drunken night but I love you for watching over me.” You paused for a brief moment. “Ya know, I realized something last night.”

“What’s that, my love?” Asked Billy.

“I realized that you probably never played video games like that when you were young, huh?” You said.

“Nah, we didn’t have regular field trips to the arcade, if that’s what ya mean and we certainly didn’t have any video games or pinball machines at the group home. So, you’re right, baby. I didn’t do stuff like that when I was a kid. It’s ok though.” He said in a low voice, shaking his head.

Tears stung the back of your eyes. “I’m sorry, Billy. I’m so sorry you never really got to do normal kid things. Even though my childhood was exactly the greatest, there were some highlights and good times. I’d give anything for you to have happy memories like that.” You said as a tear streaked down your cheek.

“Y/n, sweet girl, it’s ok because I have happy memories NOW.” Billy said.

His words made you cry even harder but they were happy tears. Being married to Billy wasn’t always easy but it never was just one-sided either. You were the one that was always giving in your past relationships, but this was the first one where he gave just as much as you did.

“I love you.” You whispered as you gazed up at him through your lashes that were wet with tears.

“I love you too, baby…Come here and let me see those beautiful eyes a little better.” He said.

Slowly sitting up in bed and being careful not to move too quickly because of your headache, you straddled him and softly brushed the bristles of his beard with your thumbs.

“Oh I imagine they’re really red at the moment, my love.” You replied, a little embarrassed.

Billy didn’t care. He still looked at you like you were the only woman in the world. The slight lines around his eyes made him look even more handsome, if that was even possible. He was happy and seeing him smile always made him more attractive.

He leaned forward and gently pressed his lips to yours.

“Nah, they’re not too bad. That just means you had a really good time.” Joked Billy.

That made you laugh.

“Oh is that what that means?” You said, biting back a smile.

Billy laughed along with you and replied with a wink, “Yes, sweet girl. That’s exactly what it means.”

His wild dark brown hair had tumbled into his eyes so you pushed stray pieces away from his face as his warm hand grazed your cheek and he kissed you again.

“Thank you again, handsome. I had a great birthday.” You said with a kind smile.

Billy closed the gap between your bodies once again. He stopped short just before touching your lips with his, smiled, and whispered, “Anything for you.”

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Headcanons: Eating Various Slashers Out 

MINORS DNI 

Warnings: oral sex, various sub bottom trans Slashers (Michael, Jason, Bubba, Vincent, Brahms, Stu, Billy Loomis), mentions of fisting, dacryphilia, squirting, and anal 

Michael 

I don’t see him as being someone who cares very much about foreplay, so if you wanted to eat him out, he’d prefer to have you be eating your cum out of him or cleaning him up from a previous orgasm 

He likes laying on his back, propped up against some pillows or a headboard 

He stares you down like a hawk while you bury yourself between his legs 

Quiet (as he always is) but you can tell when he especially likes something, because his thighs clench around you and his clit throbs and twitches 

I think he really likes the feeling of your tongue inside of him, almost more than your lips wrapped around his sensitive clit

His clit is so sensitive.. If you give it too much attention he shakes under you, and his thighs tremble 

You might even get a breathy moan out of him if you suck hard enough on his clit 

While he likes being eaten out, I think it takes him a while to cum from it alone 

When he does cum though, he pushes your face roughly against his cunt 

He likes to feel your nose pressed hard against his clit, and your tongue buried deep inside of him  

Jason 

He likes being eaten out far far more than he lets on 

It was something he was so hesitant to try.. Scared you wouldn’t like the taste of him! Nervous about your head being so close to such an intimate, private part of himself. 

He absolutely loves it though 

He’ll arch his hips against your mouth, pressing his pussy against your lips 

He tries to muffle his sounds, but he’s really noisy  

And drooly 

Has no idea what to do with his hands 

He ends up curling his hands into fists by his chest... sometimes he’ll play with his tits (when he thinks you’re not looking) Likes watching you, but gets so flustered by you watching him 

Riding your face is the perfect solution... except he’s so hesitant to lay his full weight onto your face 

The best part of having him sit on your face is the way that he tries so long to hold himself up for you, but the feeling of your tongue is too good against his pussy, and by the time he starts cumming he’s grinding roughly against your mouth 

Bubba 

Absolutely adores being eaten out 

(ironic, a cannibal so deeply enjoying being the one eaten) 

He’s so cute about it.. The moment you suggest it, he’ll giggle and guide your head towards his aching cunt 

He has absolutely zero self consciousness surrounding how big he is, and if you want him to ride your face he’ll do so happily  

He looks beautiful when he’s on his back though, holding his legs apart for you to see his slicked pussy 

Very loud, squirmy, and unless he’s holding his thighs apart, he’ll wrap his legs around your head, holding you firmly in place 

He likes it best when you suck on his clit and finger fuck him at the same time 

His clit is big, throbbing, and fits so nicely in your mouth 

Your face will get absolutely covered in his slick, he gets so wet 

He likes it messy too, so get him all slobbered up, it’ll make him squeal 

I think he’ll cum pretty quick from getting head, but he’s got the stamina to go more than a couple of rounds, so just keep tongue fucking him until he goes limp and dumb and squirts in your mouth 

Vincent 

Treat eating out Vincent like you’re savoring him! 

Get all sweet on him, very very slowly make your way between his thighs kissing every inch of his skin, and don’t forget to kiss his pretty little clit!! 

He likes it loving and gentle, soft and sweet 

I don’t think he’d love you to get incredibly messy between his legs, but he adores the feeling of you sucking and licking his clit. 

He starts out tense and slowly melts at the feeling of your mouth on him 

He also will hide behind his hair and hands, but finally moves it away in order to see you better 

He gets sooo wet.. If he manages not to cum too quick (and you have a bit of lube on hand) you could probably fist his pussy with how relaxed he gets 

Blow on his clit, and he makes the cutest shocked, garbled moan! 

Mostly he lets out little high-pitched gasping noises and shakily signs more or please 

He likes it when you eat your cum out of him, but he also gets so sensitive and overstimulated.. He might cry a bit if you get him worked up enough 

Brahms  

Greedy little thing!! 

Begs you to eat him out and after 5 minutes he wants more  

It’s supposed to be about making Brahms feel good, but he swears up and down that you’re teasing and punishing him when you eat him out 

He doesn’t even know what to do with himself! Loves when you tongue fuck him and suck on his clit, but also he wants you fucking him! 

He’ll beg for more, then beg you to stop, he’ll be pulling your face closer to his pussy one moment, then trying to pull you away the next, it’s an absolute rollercoaster for the both of you 

You might as well tie his hands up so he can lay back and take it like a good boy 

He absolutely doesn’t mind you getting messy, loves the feeling of your drool and his slick making his cunt all sloppy and loose 

Shamelessly humps against your face 

If you hold his thighs down to stop him from grinding on your face, he’ll wrap his legs around your head, nearly suffocating you with his thighs 

Cums very quickly, and if you keep eating him out instead of filling him up he’ll start crying  

Stu 

He loves getting head almost as much as he loves giving head 

Likes to watch you, and loves if you watch him 

He’ll wrap his long legs around your head, begging you to make him feel good 

Sooo so so vocal!!!  

He’ll blab until his voice goes hoarse about how good it feels to have your tongue up his cunt 

He’s pretty good at keeping still, but he can’t help and buck his hips every so often 

He really likes it when you overstimulate his clit, and slip your tongue inside him at the last minute 

He’ll clench like a vice around you, going dumb on the feeling of you tongue fucking him 

Pleaaassseee eat his ass out too, he’ll get all clean and loose for you in advance he absolutely loves if you rim him while fingering him and thumbing at his clit, or if you finger his ass while tonguing into his tight pussy 

And you’d only know it if you recorded him while doing it, but he’s absolutely gorgeous when he rides your face 

He arches his back so prettily 

After he’s cum—all squirmy and trembling, screaming and pleading (more often than not squirting)—he's more than happy to return the favor and get his tongue on you 

Billy 

For someone who’s so obsessed with having your attention on him.. I feel like Billy would get a bit shy if you ate him out while he lies on his back 

I can see him trying to muffle himself by covering his mouth with his hand 

He’ll glare, cuss, and complain if you look at him while eating him out, but he’s so cute with his blushing cheeks, his arched chest, and spit slicked lips 

As you eat him out, his hand will fall away, and he moans so sweetly 

He twitches and squirms quite a bit, undecided on if it feels too good or just good enough 

Adores when you let him ride your face 

He’s completely different, now that you can’t see him 

Brats it up, grinding roughly against your mouth, chasing his pleasure 

He's much more open with his noises 

His goal is to get you so worked up that you forget about making him cum on your tongue, and instead fuck him into the mattress 

But if he does cum from you eating him out, he tenses, clenching like a vice (hopefully around your tongue or a couple of fingers), gasping and whining little broken sounds, bucking his hips violently until it becomes too much and his poor little clit aches and throbs 

[therealdisneyfan2319]

I Know So | Wanda Maximoff

Summary: Pregnancy is a dream come true for a woman who’s lost her children twice...or is it?

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Male Reader

Warnings: Pregnancy, miscarriage, blood, hospitals, medical procedures

Word Count: 2.5K

Masterlist

Joy.  Pure unadulterated joy.  That’s the first thing you felt when you opened the small bag Wanda left on the kitchen table for you.  

“Really?” you asked as you cradled the tiny yellow booties in your hands.

“Mmhmm,” Wanda nodded, tears gathering in the corners of her eyes.  She yelped as you picked her up and spun her around.

“You’re pregnant!” The feeling was indescribable.  After all the months of trying, all the hoping  and praying and negative tests, Wanda was getting her boys back.  Never again would she dream about traveling back into the multiverse to find them. They finally existed in your world.  

******

You were the one who found her hiding out in that cave in the mountains of Sokovia.  She convinced herself she was a burden to society, a being undeserving of love and affection.  It was the punishment she deserved for all the pain she caused.  No matter how many times she told you that, you refused to listen.  You loved Wanda with all your heart.  She deserved the world and so much more.  There’s nothing you wouldn’t do to make her happy.

She had told you all about them.  How they miraculously grew up in the blink of an eye in Westview.  How Billy was sweet and sensitive, his mother’s child through and through.  How Tommy was daring and adventurous, reminding her so much of her brother.  Losing them almost destroyed her.  You held her as she recounted her descent into the Darkhold.  The countless lives she tore apart as she scrambled to find her boys.  She never forgot the way they looked at her as they begged for their lives.  It broke her.  

When you first talked about children, Wanda was apprehensive.  Motherhood was something she craved desperately, but feelings of inadequacy and doubt plagued her.  Did she even deserve the chance to be a mother again?  She didn’t seem to think so.  What if something happened to them?  She’d lost them twice, she couldn’t lose them again.

“Wanda, you’re not going to lose them again.  Every other you has her boys, right?  It’s your turn to be happy.” She smiled as you thumbed away the tear rolling down her cheek.

“You think so?” she sniffled.

“I know so.”

******

“Okay, that one is definitely Tommy.  That’s his nose.”  Wanda mumbled as she shoved the other half of the jelly donut into her mouth.

“Wanda, they’re both half an inch long. They look like beans.  How on earth can you tell which one is which?”

“This isn’t my first time being pregnant with them, Y/N.  I know my boys.  Plus, look at the other one.  Billy always held his hands like that when he was napping.”

“That’s a strange sentence, but given the circumstance I’ll allow it,” you chuckled as you gripped the steering wheel tighter.

“Are you gonna eat that?”  Wanda didn’t even wait for your response as she snatched your donut out of the bag.

“Go ahead,” you sighed.  Wanda’s pregnancy cravings were keeping all the local bakeries in business and your wallet that much thinner.  It would be a long seven months before you could have a donut to yourself again.

“Mmm, so I think we should do a jungle theme for the nursery?”

“Jungle?  Why jungle?” “Sweetheart, it was 1970 the last time I had them.  Themed nurseries weren’t really a thing back then,” she explained, her mouth full of donut.

“I guess I could go along with that,” you shrugged.  “I was thinking blue because, y’know, they’re boys, but jungle works too.”

She shot you a knowing look.  “I can’t wait for you to meet them.  You’re going to be the perfect father.”

“You think so?” 

“I know so.”

******

The first trimester was horrible.  Morning sickness plagued Wanda all hours of the day.  She felt tired all the time.  You frequently found her passed out in odd places around the house, curled up with a pillow and blanket in the very spot where fatigue overtook her.  She complained about having to go up a bra size and feeling like she had to pee more.  Yet through the profound misery, you’d never seen her happier: she was glowing.  Each day crossed off on the calendar was another day closer to reuniting with her sons.

“What if I’m not good enough?” Wanda asked you one night as you snuggled in bed.  These sort of questions were a common recurrence: she was haunted by thoughts of inadequacy.  

“Of course you’ll be good enough, Wanda.  Don’t even think you won’t.”  You squeezed her close and planted a kiss on her head.

“But what if I mess up?”

“We’re gonna mess up.  All parents do.  But we’ll deal with it and we’ll grow and make sure that we do better the next time.”

Wanda seemed to shrink as she clung to you.  Clinginess had been another hallmark of her pregnancy.  She needed to be around you constantly, which you didn’t mind.  All Wanda wanted was to feel safe and protected.  You were her knight in shining armor, the one who vowed to keep her safe always.  Her stunning green eyes, full of fear and doubt, stared up at you as you wrapped your arm around hers.

“What if I hurt them?” she whispered.

“Wanda, you won’t.”

“But I could’ve, back-”

“No.  That wasn’t you, remember?  That was the Darkhold.  That was the Scarlet Witch.  That wasn’t you.  You’ll never hurt them.”  You gazed down at her with concern.  If only there was a way to take away all her doubts and insecurities.  Wanda was going to be a wonderful mother.  She was so kind, so caring, full of love, and fiercely protective.  Six months to go and she would already go to the ends of the multiverse and back for her sons.

“You think so?”

“I know so.”

******

Fear.  Unspeakable fear.  That’s the first thing you felt when Wanda’s shrill scream woke you out of a deep sleep.  Strewn pillows and tangled blankets stalled your efforts to fly right out of bed.  As soon as you flipped the light on, your heart sank: blood.  Blood all over your crisp linen sheets.

Wanda was curled on the floor.  The pain dropped her to her knees.  She was screaming, strangled sobs wracking the room as she hugged herself tight.  

Phone.  Where was the phone?  Call someone, anyone.  Close the windows?  The neighbors might hear.  What if they hear?  What will they think?  Wanda.  Help Wanda.  Anyone, someone, please help.  There’s so much blood.  How do you clean blood?  Wanda.  The boys.  No.  Not the boys.  Not her boys.  Not your boys.

The next hour was a complete blur.  You frantically called 911 as Wanda sobbed on the bathroom floor.  You didn’t know what was going on.  All you could do was hold her hand and pray that everything would be okay as the paramedics raced into the bathroom.  

“She-she’s pregnant.  Twins.  We’re having twins.”  The words felt like they came from someone else's mouth.  

“How far along?”

“Three months.”  The paramedic looked at you pitifully.  She didn’t say anything.  She didn’t have to.  Her eyes told you everything you already knew.

“It’s okay, Wanda.  You’re going to be okay.  I’ll be right behind you.”  You kissed her hand as they loaded her into the ambulance.

“You think so?” she asked as she reached out to touch your cheek.

You gulped down the lump in your throat as you nodded.  “I know so.”

******

Neither of you really heard a word the doctor said.  It was all one sound.  Wanda’s eyes glazed over as she stared at the bright lights overhead.  All you could do was stare at the ring on her finger.  Her grip on your hand tightened as the doctor said the words the two of you had been dreading.

“Since her bleeding has been so heavy over the past few hours, I’m going to advise that we deal with this surgically.  Normally I’d suggest watching and waiting, but given the circumstances-”

“Okay,” Wanda whispered.

“Someone will be down to get you shortly, okay?”  The doctor turned to leave, but paused as he opened the door.  “I’m so sorry for your loss.”

You watched the door slam shut as the doctor left your small room.  ‘Sorry for your loss.’  The words lingered in the air, permeating the uncomfortable silence that fell over the room.  You sighed, rubbing your thumb over the palm of Wanda’s hand.  Much to your surprise, she pulled away.

“Wands-”

“Don’t touch me.” 

Your heart shattered as she turned away from you.  The pain she was feeling, both physical and emotional, was unfathomable.  So you pulled away, crossing your arms as you sank back into the soft-backed chair.  It was all you could do to not throw it across the room.  As close as you were to a breakdown, the most important thing was holding it together for Wanda.  You weren’t losing your sons for a third time.  No one else in the entire universe had ever felt the earth-shattering pain she was experiencing in that sterile room.

“Do you want me to come with you?” you asked hesitantly.

“No.”  Her response was terse as she sniffled.  You couldn’t see her face, but you could almost picture the tears streaming down her face.

You stood and watched as someone came to wheel Wanda away.  Something about how she would be awake for the entire procedure and that you could be there with her if you wanted.

“She doesn’t want me there,” you mumbled.

“Miscarriages are hard.  One minute you’re planning what the nursery should look like and looking at strollers, the next minute it feels like your entire world is ending.  I’ve been there,” the nurse sighed, tenderly placing a hand on your shoulder.  “She’ll be okay, I know she will.  Just give her some time.” 

Hospitals scared you. You didn’t want to stay in that claustrophobic room without her.  So you left.  You had to get out of there.  Every moment you spent there was another gut wrenching reminder of what you’d lost.  As you walked down the hallway toward the exit, the world clouded over.  It was if this was a lucid dream gone wrong.  There was nothing you could do to make any of it better.  

There was a bench off to the side of the building.  It was quietly nestled under a willow tree in the memorial garden surrounded by flora and fauna of all types.  The garden was quiet, peaceful, and private.  You noticed all the memorial signs and stones that littered the dirt path to the bench: ‘In Loving Memory.’  ‘Always in Our Hearts.’  ‘We Love You.’  ‘With Love, Mommy and Daddy.’  Mommy and Daddy.  The titles that would remain unspoken in your house tore the breath from your lungs.  So right there, in the privacy of the memories of those loved and lost with the thought of your sons in the forefront of your mind, you finally let yourself break down.     

******

Three days later and Wanda still hadn’t spoken.  She shuttered herself away in the unfinished nursery.  Her waking hours were spent in the rocking chair staring into nothing.  You decided to give her space, but as the meals you left for her remained uneaten your worries increased tenfold.  Try as you might to talk to her, she never answered.  She didn’t even look at you as you spoke.  If you inserted yourself into her sightline, she simply looked the other way.  Your heart had never been so heavy.

As you came down to the kitchen in the wee hours of the morning on that fourth day, you were surprised to see an opened box on the table.  It was addressed to Wanda, a gift from the Bartons.  

Congratulations!  We’re so excited to meet your boys!  Love, Clint and Laura.

Strewn on the table were the tags of two stuffies: a hippo and a whale.  You swallowed the lump in your throat as you felt Clint and Laura’s excitement radiating from the card.  How you dreaded having to tell everyone about the loss.  But where were the toys?

Quietly, you crept towards the nursery.  Illuminated by the soft orange glow of the Noah’s ark night light, Wanda sat in the rocking chair, clutching the hippo and the whale to her chest.  The scene silently devastated you.  You heard small sniffles and whimpers as she squeezed the stuffies as tightly as she could.  Sighing, you walked over to the rocking footrest and sat in front of her.  Wanda averted her eyes from you.  Even in the dim glow of the room you could see the tears glistening from the corners of her eyes.

“I guess we should tell everyone,” she sniffled.  “No sense in them wasting their money anymore.”

“Wanda…”  Upon hearing her name, she instantly stood and walked over toward the window, stuffies still held close.  

“We should get rid of all of this, too.  No sense in keeping it around if…if there aren’t going…t-to be any…”  She couldn’t finish her sentence.  The emotions flooded her and suddenly there was no keeping them in anymore.  Her forehead rested against the window as she let out an anguished cry that only inhabits those who have lost their children.  It was absolutely bone-chilling, devastating you to the very depths of your core.  

You walked up behind her, gingerly wrapping your arms around her midsection as you attempted to hug her close.

“Don’t touch me!” she screamed.

“Wanda, please let-”

“You said I’d be good enough!  You said I wouldn’t hurt them!  YOU SAID I WOULDN’T LOSE THEM AGAIN!  WHY DID YOU LIE TO ME?!”  Balled fists pounded on your chest as she took out all of her frustrations on your body.  You simply stood there, taking every hit as it came.  “WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY?”

“I didn’t know this would happen,” you whispered as her green eyes, full of frustration and sorrow, bore into your soul.  

“MY BOYS ARE GONE, Y/N.  THEY’RE DEAD!  DO YOU KNOW WHAT THAT FEELS LIKE?”  She looked at the stuffies in her hands before throwing them to the ground.  “I just wanted to be a mom,” she whispered as they bounced off the carpet.

“And I just wanted to be a dad,” you choked out in a strangled whisper.  As Wanda suddenly looked up at you, a horrified expression on her face, you completely broke down.  “I wanted them, too.  I wanted them, too.”  

Your chest heaved as sobs wracked your body.  Burying your face in your hands, you felt a tiny pair of arms wrap themselves around your middle.  Wanda buried her head in the crook of your neck.  Her body shook as she cried into you.  You removed your hands from your face and wrapped them around her.  So there in that nursery, surrounded by reminders of what would never be, the two of you finally acknowledged the reality of such a terrible loss.   

[chloeangelic]

😭Why am I crying in the club rn?😭

Listed by author in alphabetical order cause I'm an organized bitch, here are the fics that made me Sit And Think™️ (or cry) in 2023, or

✨ my top 5 gut wrenching authors selection ✨

featuring @atinylittlepain @cherubispunk @macfrog @netherfeildren and @5oh5 🤍🤍🤍

Everyone knows I love angst, I love terrible gut wrenching pain and suffering and then I love it when my tears are drying on my cheeks and they fuck nasty, hell yeah 😎

So if you're like me, here are some recommendations!!

💙 @atinylittlepain

Deliver Me From Nowhere

Read the whole thing in one night and cried repeatedly during. I had it looming in the back of my mind for weeks but didn't feel like I was in the right headspace until I suddenly was, and it hit differently. I love Dolores, I love Joel, I love how he sees her, their dynamic, the exploration of her emotions and headspace, her body language. Fantastic. Want to cry just thinking about it so I'm gonna STOP.

June

Sat and stared at the wall for a long time after this one, then worked up the courage to post TMWH which I seriously don't think I would've had the guts to post had it not been for June. I love how it handles a sensitive, painful, and very real subject, I love that it doesn't paint Joel as a fixer or savior but rather a realistic, kind partner. Again, his understanding of her and how he makes space for her is something I appreciate so much in DMFN and June.

💗 @cherubispunk

Cherub

This one is an excruciating Sit And Think - I didn't cry but I sat there paralyzed for 48 hrs with a thousand yard stare, just thinking intensely about it, after my second read through. Two chapters and I'm already messed tf up over it!! I read them in the middle of the night and then during the day and I have never been this messed up over something labeled PWP before. The passion, the ominous vibes, Cherub being so soft and Joel having this strange dark vibe... I literally just thought about it constantly for two days and I still can't fully put my finger on why. It just slithered into my brain and I still think about it often and go back to read bits and pieces like a little treat.

💚 @macfrog

All Three Dogs

Max posted this on my most depressed day of 2023 so like fuck you ??? I'm sorry like this is phenomenally written and stunning but like what the fuck is wrong with u i'm not even giving u any more compliments on this one bruv sorry you made me like a DBF series and that's a mortal sin so YOU'RE DONE !!! Fucking dead mackerel eyes speak into the mic bitch chicago sunroof 1 after magna carta i am not crazy squat cobbler jesus christ marie lookin ass

Sweet Child O' Mine - particularly pt ii

This one is so cute and yet it hurts so much. It's so real, the MC is so... I don't even know what to say, she's so on her own and she seems so kind and selfless and it just hurts to think about her cause you can feel her love for her child and for Joel and ugh. She tries so hard to be the best person she can be for everyone and it's one of those situations where nobody is doing anything wrong and yet everyone either is already hurt or gonna get hurt, and I think it's that oscillation between love and hurt that really gets me. I also read this in the middle of the night and all I had to say in my RB was like "thanks for making me cry asshole" (I'm known for my profound commentary).

💜 @netherfeildren

Fear of God - particularly the epilogue

Fear of God is my all-time fav Joel series, the best Joel characterization I've come across and it generally set the tone for my taste in fic. It was the second series I started reading on here when I came back to Tumblr, and it's the first piece of writing that has ever truly moved me. His character arc is absolutely INSANE !! I made the mistake of reading the epilogue while listening to Ocean Eyes by Billie Eilish, and for months I couldn't listen to it without crying. The day before my graduation, I kept listening to it on repeat in some strange form of self-torture and I had to explain to my bf why I was sobbing. Try to explain all of FoG in a coherent way through tears, I dare u ! I can't say much without spoiling but basically when I think back on getting into fanfic, FoG is what marks the beginning for me and I will never ever forget this piece of writing ever in my life. (Shoutout to when I got caught getting a nut off to one of the FoG extras - I can't really talk about the series without mentioning that)

The Cassandra Complex - particularly ch I, ch IV, and ch VIII

I didn't give much of a fuck about Din before TCC cause i saw him as like a taller hotter R2D2 and now here I am... Eating my words like a ration pack. I have to do a big girthy throbbing TCC reblog cause I have a lot to say about my fav series in the world but basically I can't read ch 4 without crying and even though this is a Star Wars fic and it makes no sense for me to relate to it the most out of anything on Vic's ML, sith girly is the most relatable MC thanks to her constantly feeling haunted by her past, feeling like she's hiding, feeling unworthy, torpedoing herself, and seeing so much beauty in others but struggling to see it in herself. I'll save the rest of my thoughts for the big RB but basically I've even cried at the fucking SMUT in this series like I'm on another planet when I read it (haha get it?? cause Star Wars??)

🧡 @5oh5

From Eden

Staring At The Wall Saturdays again - I hate how much I see my younger self in little sunflower girlie, I hate that I recognize how trapped she feels in her marriage. It's such an accurate portrayal of feeling chained to a man who doesn't deserve you, and of how guilty you feel for not even acting on feelings for someone else yet but just recognizing within yourself that you deserve better, like that pain of accepting that you're not treated right and that visceral feeling of unfairness that comes with being in the wrong relationship. The guilt you feel for even just thinking it, you know? And having to recognize how you've been treated. Ugh. Also this Joel is... His mannerisms are... I.... I'll be right back-

And now, for the most important award ever. The winner of

🏆Biggest Chloe Tear Jerker 2023🏆 is...

🎉 @netherfeildren 🎉 and this is her 24/7

[arminsumi]

Just a few things about Armin

MDNI

Hcs / A. Arlert

Just a compilation of headcanons, with some x reader content mixed in of course!

Cws; fluff, smut hcs

Kink cws; consent kink, praise kink, mommy kink, a little bit of a creampie kink, pet names (Goodboy/sweetboy)

Notes on Y/n; AFAB! + gn! pronouns

Notes on this au; modern! + college! au

He loves drawing, and often makes you these dumb little doodles to make you smile

Great public speaker, but when he's speaking one-on-one with you he chokes up and all the charisma drains out of him

His scent is vaguely of a floral shampoo, sometimes you catch a whiff of fragranced facial creams when hugging him

Pokes his tongue out in focus, whether it be during cooking, studying or drawing. He's completely unaware that he does this

Surprisingly swears a lot, but does it in such a feathery voice that it mostly goes unnoticed.

Studies late into the night, really gets carried away with taking notes. And his handwriting is so tiny that basically no one can read it

Very sensitive to noise, the smallest sounds can make him jump or wake him up in the middle of the night

Definitely not a morning person! He's even bleary-eyed after getting 10 hours of sleep :( He wants soft hugs after waking up too

Favorite games include Minecraft and Genshin

Super self conscious about his accent, even though it's so soft and indistinct that you didn't notice it until he complained about it

He's very attentive when you start speaking in a group

Remembers the little things you mention in passing, like your favorite flower, and then surprises you with a bouquet on your birthday

Hates his own birthday, it stresses him out

And he has a no-gifts rule, also because it stresses him out (Except your gifts! He loves your gifts, and tucks them safely into his closet)

Speaking of, he keeps his closet very neat and probably color-coordinated

He has a sock collection that he's embarrassedly proud of

Sucker for the shirt collar peaking under a wool sweater look

Hate hate hates t-shirts and tank tops, or anything that shows his arms, because he's self-conscious about them

Experiences so many voice cracks, and he swears they get more frequent around you

He has no idea how to cook and often burns things (Except pancakes, he makes really good pancakes)

Refuses to let anyone see him cry because he's convinced he has an ugly crying face

Some songs that he loves;

♫ Melting / Kali Uchis

♫ The Beach / The NBHD

♫ Cherry / Lana

♫ Devil Town, 888 / Cavetown

♫ Bored / Billie

♫ Heather / Conan Gray

Forewarning; smut content ahead!

Melts when you call him a goodboy/sweetboy

Definitely has 'sex on the beach' on his bucket list

Definitely has a consent kink

"Can I really?" He asks a lot, not because he's unsure, just because your permission is music to his ears

Mommy kink has consumed his entire soul

He has the sweetest whimpers :( like he sounds so sweet that you feel this overwhelming urge to hug him with all your might

He's too embarrassed to ask if you're okay with creampies but he really wants to :(

His hips stutter a lot, sometimes he's too hyper and excited to keep a steady rhythm, but he's always hitting the best spots <3

Best aftercare, it's not even a competition! He cares for you like a royal

He makes it routine to clean you with a delightfully warm cloth after post-climax cuddles. Even makes you tea, or food, and brings it to you in bed

Lots of giggling under the blanket after sex

[harrisonarchive]

Onstage during the Dark Horse Tour, December 1974; photo by David Hume Kennerly/Getty Images.

“We became like brothers, very close. [...] [George] was a very, very loving person, a great guy. [...] He had such a heart. [...] He was very unaffected by the fame. He just loved God and his family and his friends.” - Billy Preston, WBUR, November 30, 2001

“[When The Beatles first met Billy Preston in Hamburg] Billy was so young George said you could hardly see his head over the Hammond organ. They had a connection — like brothers. His mother used to call George her paler son.” - Olivia Harrison, Concert for George ltd. ed. book

“[Billy] used to play with George a lot in his studio at home in England and he had Billy's [Hammond] B3. We just called it 'Billy's B3.' Billy would sit and dance on that seat and on the pedals of that organ. He really did. His seat would just dance across there, he was just amazing. Such a sweet man. So gentle and what a talent. He had absolute fluidity on that organ and on any keyboard really.” - Olivia Harrison, Billboard, April 3, 2017

“[George is] a very emotional guy; he’s very spiritual and sensitive. He’s a very kind-hearted person. […] We feel like we’re together all the time, just through spirit.” - Billy Preston, Ticket To Ride: A Celebration Of The Beatles (1989)

“[Billy Preston]’s a tremendous inspiration to work with.” - George Harrison, Disc & Music Echo, July 5, 1969

“Billy Preston, man — Billy Preston, I just love him. I never wanna play in another band without Billy. I mean, I hope I don’t ever have to.” - George Harrison, KLOL, November 1974 (x)

[petersbaby]

HAHAHA I wrote this when I was half asleep PLEASE don’t make fun of it I will scream

Please - sub!billy x reader

Warnings: this is fucking crazy. I don’t know where this came from, but the idea of him being tied to a bed wouldn’t leave my thoughts. Good god. Uh, bondage/restraints, pain play, mommy kink (heavy usage), masochism maybe but not that bad, burning, smut (sex), cum talk (I love talking about cum), honestly it’s pure filth. PURE FILTH

A/N: let me know if this needs any more warnings I’m super tired and might’ve looked over something

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“I love you like this. I wish the whole town could see this, that you’re not all big and bad. You’re just a pretty little boy who begs for what he wants.”

You look at his body intently, devouring it with your eyes, walking around the bed. Billy was restrained by all four limbs, wrists cuffed to the headboard and ankles tied tightly to the bedposts at the bottom. He doesn’t respond to your attempts to get a reaction out of him, he doesn’t deny it because it’s true.

“Hmm. Don’t wanna talk?”

He shakes his head ‘no’ quickly. He’s somehow already sweating, curls sticking to his face and neck, getting frizzy from the heat he emanated.

“I guess I’ll have to leave you alone, then…” you glance down at the ground, implying you’re going to turn around and abandon him, helpless.

“No, don’t. Please.” He whines, and you come back to his side.

“I know what you want, but you’re gonna have to be good to get it. Okay?”

“Yes ma’am.”

Fire shoots straight down to your core, setting it alight and it spreads rapidly. You almost lose your composure, having to mask how horny that made you, but you keep it together.

“Good boy.” You gently run your fingers across his forehead, pushing back the stray pieces of hair that were stuck to it.

You climb onto the bed, on top of the nude boy, still in all your clothes besides your shorts, which were already gone. Reaching to the side, you grab Billy’s pack of cigarettes and take one into your mouth. You light it, taking in a deep inhale and exhaling the smoke loudly.

“Hold this, baby.” You place it between his fingers, and he holds it, though he’s restrained.

You lean over, starting to do exactly what you wanted to do. You place the very first kiss onto his jawbone, near his earlobe. You’re horribly slow with the amount of progress you make, the ultimate goal to reach his cock.

You didn’t care, you knew he could wait, and you took lots of careful time licking and sucking on the salty, sensitive skin of his neck. Marks form all the way down the side of it, and he groans each time you bite down hard. The sound of his desperation was music to your ears, so you kept on going. You suck on the skin covering his collarbone, working all the way across it to the end.

“Everyone that looks at you is going to know you’re mine, that I own you.” You comment, pulling away and sitting up to admire the work you did with the bites and hickeys. They were already turning a dark purple color, and they were beautiful. You smell smoke and remember the cigarette you had lit, reaching over to take it from his fingers and taking a hit.

“Words, Billy. Hello?” You add.

“Yes- yeah, yeah. You own me, mhm. Can I hit that, please?” His eyes are fixated on the cigarette that sat between your lips.

“Yes, pet, here.”

You place it in his mouth and let him take a hit of it, pulling it away when he took the smoke in. He breathes out through his nose.

“Thank you.” He says softly.

“So polite, I love your manners. Sweet baby.”

You sit and just smoke, taking your leisurely time. You notice in his face that he’s staring at it, and at the cherry red burning end. He didn’t want to say it, but you weren’t a mind-reader, so you assumed he wanted more and brought it to his lips again. He just shakes his head.

“No? What is it, has your color changed?”

“No, no, it’s green.” He rushes out the words to assure you, “just… would you put that out… uh, fuck.” He gets frazzled trying to put it into words. You listen patiently, waiting.

“On me. Please. Burn me.” He finishes quickly.

“Yeah? You sure?”

“Mhm.”

You knew he had kind of a thing for pain, but were hesitant about this. You didn’t want to hurt him, you really didn’t, but he asked you to. Of all the cigarettes you’ve smoked together- it was a habit you shared- he’s never said anything like that.

You hesitate for a moment, but figure he’s done it before to know he wants it. You take one last hit of the cigarette before pressing the tip of it down onto his chest, on his upper pec.

“Ah- shit,” he groans, squeezing his eyes shut. “Fuck.” He breathes.

You discard the cigarette in the ashtray on the bedside table, coming back to look down at the damage, a perfect white circle with a bit of ash speckled around it. You blow the ash away, and place a kiss on top of the burn.

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” You reply mindlessly, not noticing the desperation in his face as he stares up at you.

He starts to shift a bit, enough that you can feel it.

“I need-“

“You need to wait.” You interrupt him, shutting him down.

You place kisses all across his torso, starting at his chest and making your way down to his abdomen. You feel his tight muscles constrict even tighter when you kiss over them, his sensitive body tensing up each time.

He’s still shifting, whining quietly every now and then, trying to be good and not buck his hips. You work your way down to his happy trail, a line of blonde hair starting at the bottom of his belly button. Continuing, you get right to where the bush of pubic hair starts to form, and stop there. He starts to whine louder, close to tears.

“Please.”

“Be patient, I’ve still got all my clothes on. That’s not very fair, is it?” You ask, tilting your head as you do.

“N-no.” He shakes his head.

You reach for the bottom hem of your shirt, pulling it up and over your head, discarding it somewhere in the floor. His big, dumb eyes fall down to your chest. You make quick work of getting your bra off too, letting it fall away.

You feel him continue to stare at you, getting up off the bed to remove your panties. Now that you’re off of his lap, you can see how miserable he is. His cock is a darker shade of red, hard as a rock, leaking desperately from the tip and twitching on its own.

“Poor thing. Can’t do anything about that without your hands, huh? Do you need help?”

He nods, swallowing hard. When you finally get back on top of him, your warm, wet pussy makes direct contact with his erection.

“Ahh, oh god, oh my god.” He moans, and you start to rock a bit, grinding on his dick without letting it actually get in. Your slick covers it, the entire shaft, when you spread your pussy lips around it and continue the bringing motion.

The motion stimulated your clit wonderfully, you felt like you could just do this forever. Maybe you didn’t need penetration, this contact was something so good that you could cum from it already. He watches the place where your cunt is rutting against his boner, and can’t take any more.

“Put it in, please, I want to fuck you so bad. What do you want me to do? I’ll do it, I’ll do anything. Just please fucking put it in.”

You come to realize that tears are actively falling from the corners of his eyes. You decide to give in, in that moment, but wanted to push him just a little more, just for your sick enjoyment.

“Hmm. Okay, well, do you know my name?” You ask.

You see some cogs turning in his little head, trying to find the answer.

“Aww, so horny you can’t even remember my name.” You reach to caress his cheek, skin hot.

“It’s mommy.” You bend down to whisper in his ear.

“Please, mommy, please. Mommy, mommy, mommy. I need you, mommy, please,” he starts to ramble, and you give a satisfied smile.

You line it up and sink down onto him with no warning, and he cries out loud. Almost like a sob, it filled the air in the room. You sat all the way down on his cock and stayed that way for a moment, getting used to it. Soon, you start to move, riding his cock slowly.

“Oh, my god, mommy, thank you, fuck, it’s sososososo good-“ he rambles again, saying words just to say them. He can’t be quiet, moans loud and resonating, babbling incoherently, crying and mewling.

“Stop crying, I’ve got you, baby.”

You lean back down to kiss the tears off of his face.

“Okay, okay, I’ll try.”

“I’m taking care of you. Aren’t I taking good care of you, hmm?”

“Yes, mommy’s taking such good care of me.”

“There you go, good boy.”

You increase your speed, now bouncing up and down on his cock. He watched your tits bounce with each movement, enamored. He wishes so bad that he could touch them, that he could touch any of you. Literally anything, he just wanted to feel your skin beneath his fingers.

You start to let out moans that mix harmoniously with his, riding him at just the right speed for you. The sight below you was the hottest thing you’ve ever seen, your boy sweaty with wide eyes and blown out pupils, mouth hanging open and panting like a dog.

All the while covered in bruises and bite marks that you made.

For the first time tonight, you leaned down and kissed him. You finally let him kiss you, and he was over the moon. The feeling was electric, his lips on yours, and you try your best to actually kiss but end up just moaning into each other’s mouths. Having to pull away, you ride him like your life depended on it, and it felt like it did.

“Mmh, god, I’m so close.” You try to say but the words are all slurred together, and you keep your perfect pace until you’re clamping down on his cock and orgasming hard, letting it wash over your entire body and take over your senses.

You keep on riding, using him, his dick hitting your g-spot over and over again. It was almost too much, overkill, but not enough to stop. You couldn’t stop, so you didn’t. You continued bouncing your ass up and down on his cock, relishing in the feeling you get when he’s filling you up.

You hardly noticed the words being spoken. When you tune back in, it’s him just begging and begging you to give him permission.

“M-mommy I can’t, please.” He whines, unable to keep it in.

“Oh, go ahead, pretty boy. Fill me up, keep going til nothing’s left.”

You didn’t have to tell him twice, and you feel him twitch inside of you before spilling. You start to slow down your pace, still continuing your movements until he started to shake and then you got off.

You immediately start spilling all over the bed below you, his hot cum leaking out. You’ll wash the sheets, just not now. You were just taking in the moment, silently appreciating it.

“Shit.” You remark, trying to get yourself together. Once you have, at least a little bit, you quickly tug on your panties and throw one of his big t-shirts on. You go to the foot of the bed first to untie his ankles, knowing that the knots you did were tight and possibly cutting off circulation.

He let out a sigh of relief at his freedom, then you grabbed a tiny key from the bedside table drawer. You move quickly to unlock the cuffs, one at a time until he’s soon completely unrestrained.

“Are you okay? What do you need?” You check in. You were tired, but not too tired to make sure he’s taken care of.

“I’m okay. Pants, please, and water.”

“Okay.”

You go to retrieve a pair of sweatpants and toss them over, then head to the kitchen and grab him a cold bottle of water. When you come back, he has a cigarette lit and is smoking it happily. You hand him the water and sit down next to where he lay.

You watch as he sort of returns to his normal self, and you wonder if he’s as exhausted as he is.

“What about you?”

“Hm?”

“Are you okay?”

You smile. “Yes.” And you snatch the cigarette out of his hand, stealing it.

It makes you look down at his chest, and you wonder out loud, “does that really turn you on?” as you trace the skin around the burn with you fingertips delicately.

“I dunno,” he shrugs, “just feels good.”

“Well that’s something we’ll not do very often, sometimes, if you want, but not often. Can’t have scars all over this perfect body.” You compliment as your fingers wander and caress his bare torso.

He blushes, only slightly, smiling. “Stop it.”

“What? It is. I know it and you know it too.”

“That’s all you. You’re perfect.”

[milliesfishes]

Can you do one with Billy with shy!female reader, who doesn't like loud noises, please? Thanks! ❤️

꣑ৎ౨ৎbilly's girl doesn't like loud noises꣑ৎ౨ৎ

With a profession such as Billy’s, he practiced his aim often. He’d stand outside for an hour or so each day, shooting cans on the fence, easily hitting each time but not wanting to take his skill for granted. That was why he practiced.

You came into his life like the sun rose into the sky each day, brightening every aspect of his world. With you by his side, so demure and sweet, he is better, a hell of a lot better than he’s ever been.

You were his baby, his sweetheart. Billy didn’t get a lot of good things in his life and he thanked his lucky stars that some higher power sent him the best thing: you.

Lovely and effervescent, he was surprised you took to his lifestyle so well, never once judging, only curious about what he did. Billy cautiously let you in, not wanting his shy, sensitive girl to get hurt.

He was surprised when you said you wanted to watch him shoot, just spend the day with him. Of course he’d agreed, a little eager to show off for you.

Now here he was, standing here with you beside him, aiming at the bottles in the distance, about to take a shot when he saw you cover your ears in preparation.

Lowering his gun, he looked at you concernedly. “Everythin’ alright, pretty?”

“Just don’t like loud noises,” you said, smiling sweetly, hands over your ears. “But I wanna watch.”

He was touched by your insistence. Sweetest girl around. You wanted to be supportive despite your fear.

So, he reached a hand out. “C’mere sweet girl.”

You looked confused. “I don’t wanna mess anything up.”

He gave you a look. “Honey, ’m the fastest draw in the west. Little thing like you couldn’t even think ‘f messin’ me up.”

At his words, you came over shyly, and he wrapped his arm around your waist first, kissing you long on the forehead and making you smile.

Then he moved you so one of your ears was against his chest. The hand of the arm holding you covered your other one. He leaned down and kissed your hair. “This okay?”

Billy didn’t make another move until you nodded. Then he raised his gun once again, making sure you could see what he was doing. Aiming and shooting, he noticed you smile.

Easily he was able to shoot with you pressed up against him. His hand and his body muffled the shots, and you watched contentedly against him.

There was something poetic about holding you against him while he practiced the very thing that’d keep the two of you safe. You were safe and supporting, his girl through and through.

[k-marzolf]

shared;

Roommates, jealousy, soft!reader, dacryphilia, kissing, drunk!reader, alcohol consumption, fem!reader.

A Drabble set in the Monsters in the Dark universe.

@idaofinfinity @e-dubbc11 @rosaleenablack

x

“I think Billy’s fucking someone,” Karen had said to Maria, who laughed as you all shared wine, whiskey, and takeout.

“When isn’t he?” She asked, grabbing a crab roll. Neither of them seemed to notice you retreat into yourself, drinking heavier than usual, and eating very little. You wanted Billy to yourself, and your stomach was sick at the thought that your roommate would never be yours. Curtis would tell you that you were being a fool, you thought in a drunken haze.

Later that night, you were laying in Billy’s bed. It smelled like him, and you were drunk from all of the wine and whiskey that you’d had, and you were so needy when you were drunk.

You felt the bed shift, and a pair of arms wrapped around your waist from behind. You sniffed, feeling his hard body against yours. Your throat burned from how hard you were trying not to cry.

“Don’t wanna share you,” you complained softly, wiggling in his grip.

Billy reached over you, and turned your face, holding onto your jaw tight. “Baby, who would you have to share me with?” He asked, squeezing you. His brows were drawn together seeing your distress.

You wiggled again, rolling around to face him. He was watching you through dark eyes, looking at you intensely as he usually did. Like he wanted to devour you. And you wanted to let him. To let him have his way with you. You wanted to be his best girl. “Wanna make love to you,” you blurted through tears, heart aching, and instantly regretted it, feeling embarrassment descend. Damn being drunk.

Billy raised an eyebrow. “Yeah?” He husked, tongue darting out to taste your tears, making you whine. It made him feral. God, you were sweet. “Is that what you girls talked about?”

“Yeah.” You whispered feeling your throat constricting, “About who you’re fucking. Don’t wanna share you with some floozy.” You slurred, feeling your heart ache some more. Why did you have to be so jealous of some woman?

“Well, I’m not fucking anyone.” He said, making you relax, but the tears still flowed. It wasn’t from lack of trying, either. But none of the women were you. “Better?” He hummed, thumbs wiping your tears away.

God, he wanted you. More than he should have. You were all he could think about. His sweet, soft, and sensitive girl.

Your heart raced, as he kissed you making you melt against him as his tongue slowly slid against yours. He pulled back, “We’ll make love. But when you’re sober. I want you to remember me when have you.” He husked.

“How could I not remember you?” You whispered, but Billy heard.

Billy’s heart squeezed as you tucked yourself under his chin, and tangled your legs with his.

He was known, and it fucking terrified him.