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

[harrisonarchive]

Billy Preston and George Harrison, Dark Horse Tour, 1974; photo by and © Ron Pownall.

“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

[getmeoutofhell]

Poly! Ghostface x reader NSFW headcanons

WARNINGS: this contains all nsfw content, if uncomfortable leave now for your protection!! there will be explicit language and actions. blood play, and others you’re just gonna have to read to find out!!

a/n: well, i thought why not make this?? since no one else has, it’s my opportunity. don’t forget to leave feedback, enjoy reading!! 💕

Main Headcanons:

with these 6 men, your orgasms are out the roof!!! they work together (most of the time) to make sure you have to best time of your live in bed. they leave hickeys, bite marks, bruises, they like to leave some of their love on you.

with the 6 of them, the make sure you don’t even think about running away. they will hold you down, tie you up, anything they need. mickey is the main one that holds you down, since he’s one of the strongest, he always has you going insane. they also have to train ethan and charlie to make sure they’re pleasuring you correctly.

not to mention they have you in all kind of positions. your back will always be sore the next day. but don’t worry, they will give you back massages afterwards!! “seems like our little slut is needy today hmm? what should we do boys?” you beg and plead for them to give you what you want, but most of the time that doesn’t even work.

roman is definitely the lead singer. he’s always the one in charge the most and the one who tells who what to do. he’s a director after all, which means he likes to make his own movies with you. 😉 very rarely will they’ll be arguments about the place they will be in. you don’t mind it tho, you like that there’s people fighting over you. it makes you love them even more than you already do.

if you wear something revealing and are about to head out, they immediately stop you in your tracks before you can even get to the door. “where you think you going dressed like that missy/mister?” mickey says, causing the other boys to come over. “you’re not going out with that on. unless one of us goes with you.” billy stated. you roll your eyes as you start to walk out the door. only to be stopped in your tracks by charlie. “sorry babe, but rules are rules.” 🤭

ethan is the most shy with you in bed. he always gets hard just from looking at you and your body. his cock is very sensitive as well. whenever you give him head, he never last long. it’s not like he can help it. the other boys had to train and help him last longer. it wasn’t easy. you find the whole thing cute tho.

“guys leave my baby ethan alone, i like that he’s so shy and sensitive.” you tell them. you see ethan blush next to you, causing you to get wet/hard. him and charlie like to lay you down and give you a kiss attack, but when they’re horny it’s 10x worse. hickeys will be every fucking where and there’s nothing you can do about it. orgasm denial is mostly when you don’t behave or follow their rules. “no slut, you don’t get to cum, you didn’t behave.”

they have a pretty big blood kink!! small nicks and cuts are bound to happen. now, if you don’t want that, tell them asap or else you’re gonna be screwed. when they cut you the lick up the blood left behind. “you taste so good sweet girl.” when they lick up your body it’s makes you so fucking wet and horny, it’s hard to contain yourself.

half of them are packing!! like stu, mickey, & roman are definitely packing a bundle down there!! the others are average size, which is perfectly fine with you because it’s how you use it, not what it looks like (🤫) but ethan and charlie have some insecurities about their size, making you have one on one conversations with them about how that doesn’t matter to you. over some time they get over it, and get more comfortable showing you. they make you choke, groan, moan, and hell anything with pleasure they make you feel it.

Female Reader Headcanons:

these boys and your pussy are intertwined together. at least once a day someone has their hand in your pants, playing with your folds or clit. they think your pussy is a gift from the gifs or something, which means they worship it. they love when your pussy is so soaked that it leave a stain on the blanket, it’s makes them so fucking hard and makes them fuck you even more crazy.

mickey will hold your legs open as stu will devour your pussy like it’s the last meal. “c-can’t take it anymore, i’m gonna cum again mm…” “no no, you’re not done until i say baby.” it’s a whole riot for you and your poor pussy. your folds are drenched as your eyes get heavy. your body can only stand so much at once. “take this fucking dick slut, that’s it…good girl.”

period sex is also a major thing!! they don’t care about getting their dick bloody at all, just as long as it’s inside of you. another thing they don’t care about, is hair, they don’t mind a little hair down there, it doesn’t stop them from fucking the shit out of you now does it?? ;) they suck on your tittes and lick up your spine, like you’re some sort of prey of theirs. if you have a bigger chest size, they will take the opportunity to fuck your tits. if not, that’s okay they still show love to you and your body!!

you can tell when the boys are very needy. they won’t leave your side. “yes charlie. do you need something?” he makes puppy eyes. “can i- eat your pussy? it’s okay if not but…” you just kiss him and sex insures. he loves when you ride him, choke him even. he’s a slut in your eyes. a good slut that you like to throw around, a good boy he is indeed. ethan is not far off tbh, he’s just a whore as charlie is if not more.

“one of y’all come eat this pussy.” you can understand how fast they all got up to come to you. “y’all are such good boys for me.” you love to take opportunities to tease them to death, god you love it. but don’t get me wrong, they tease you as well. your clit gets so swollen and sore after their fun time with you. how can i forget, the vibrations!?! yeah good lunch because you’ll have a vibratior in you almost everyday.

[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

[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 imo), 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! ♡

[devilzukin7]

💀✈️ Carter Horton - Final Destination 💀

Info about him:

Personality: Arrogant, bad-tempered, but he can be sweet with his loved ones.,

He survived the flight 180.,

He lost his girlfriend Terry who died being hit by a bus, which has left some traumas with which he still deals, for example, fear of abandonment or loss, which makes him overprotective with his beloved ones.

His problems with alcoholism have worsened a bit from the events of flight 180, but he is recovering.,

Carter drives a black Chevrolet Nova SS car.,

He is a football player of the Mt. Abraham High School team.,

Carter has always been temperamental, he has problems of aggressiveness. These worsened to become more sensitive after events from flight 180.,

He is a bit bully, and likes to bother Billy Hitchcock and Alex Browning. Even so, he has become a better person since the incident.,

Carter is the son of a rich family.

(C):

Carter Horton / カーター・ホートン (c) Final Destination

Final Destination / ファイナル・デスティネーション by Warner Bros

So I drew this reference sheet for myself because I wanna work on FD stuff and I needed a better ref for Carter as there are not very high quality images of him and also I wanted to try it in my style :3

I will maybe draw other characters of the series later, and my own character as well

[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.

Tag List: @espinathena-17, @myheartwillgoon2022, @wifeofasith, @princessswifie, @kenobiskywalker16, @loverforoldermen, @decaffeinatedunicorn, @avescorner-blog, @jediavengers

[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!

[just-an-emily-existing]

To celebrate my birthday I gave myself an updated ref sheet!

Headcanons and more below!

🩷✨Emily✨🩷

Element: Suit of Cards

Birthday: May 13 2005

Age: 20

Zodiac: Taurus

Chinese Horoscope: Rooster

Spirit Animal: Hyrax

Height: 5'0

Sexuality: Bisexual and Polyromantic

Gender: Genderfluid

Pronouns: He/She

Personality Type: INFP

IQ: Idk I’d say like 87?

Nicknames: Emmy (Douglas)

Allergies: None

Disabilities: None

Right or Left Handed: Right

Quirks/Habits: Picks fingers often and brushes hair as a way to stim

Home Town: Not telling you 🫵😐

Nationality: American

Siblings: None

Who is the most important person in her life: Douglas

Person he looks up to the most: Douglas

Best Friend: Thomas, Rosie, Percy

Lover: Douglas

Rival: D10

If she could have a superpower it would be: Teleportation

Dream Job: Famous Artist

Biggest Fear: Being forgotten or ignored

Biggest Flaw: Has to be in control

Favorite Holiday: Halloween

Favorite Animal: Giraffe and Hyrax

Favorite Hobby: Drawing

Favorite Color: Pink

Favorite Food: Ramen

Favortie Drink: Gatorade

Least Favorite Food: Cabbage rolls

Favorite Season: Spring and Summer

Favorite Movie: TATMR

Favorite Book: Everlost by Neal Shusterman

Favorite Singer/Artist: Bear Ghost

Very skilled at: Cleaning

Least skilled at: Gaining motivation to do literally anything

Greatest Achievement: Graduating high school

Pet Peeves: Tapping feet

Introvert or Extrovert: Introvert

Organized or Messy: Both

Is she good at singing: Yes

Can he bake: Yes

Can she cook: yes

Does he play any sports: No

Instrument: Voice

Facts

Loves to sleep with the fan on.

Cannot go to sleep without washing her hands.

Had a makeship body pillow of sweaters that he pretends is Douglas.

Loves to paint her nails.

Is always tired.

Likes to clean.

Is a night owl.

It's either all of nothing when he commits to something.

Loves anything sweet, spicy or just flavourful in general.

Is always singing or repeating the same 5 seconds of her favorite song.

Will not hesitate to beat tf out of any unruly truck.

Has karaoke nights with her girlfriends.

Loves to draw and is very good at it.

Also has very bad ADHD.

Hates drinking.

Hates being told what to do.

Don’t fuck with her when she’s on her period, she’ll probably kill you.

Loves playing video games, eating and drawing

Loves to put her own spin on things (mainly creative things).

Is very emotionally sensitive.

Loves coming up with new drawing/ writing or any creative ideas but always finds it very hard to actually execute them.

Motto: “You’ll get it together eventually, even if your life is chaos right now.”

Theme Songs

American Baby - Dave Matthews

Idontwannabeyouanymore - Billie Eilish

[daisyjonesgf]

omg new readersona dropping...loading...

periwinkle 🪻

(what's a readersona? I just don't like y/n so if a reader will be long term talked ab they are given nicknames, ie 'sweet girl' in the river, or 'muse' for the billy dunne fics and blurbs ✨️)

an odesta x reader girlie

grows up in d4 and to make additional money in the markets made jewelry out of shells, sea glass, and other things found on the beaches

these markets are where she meets finnick and annie

she feels guilty for crushing on them, but they both are very honest with each other and so from early on are discussing with each other that they think she's cute, she's sweet, and as feelings develop also talk with one another

once they're together they pass her off as annies best friend but those in the district who know definitely know (and so does snow)

her and annie have a garden together

finnick teaches her knots and she teaches him different things about shells, what they can symbolize, and just animals that live in them originally too

she makes them both different necklaces just for them but also ones with three different objects to represent them

this is where the periwinkle name comes from since her shell is the periwinkle shell (specifically the beaded ones)

finnick is the telescopium shell (his necklace in the quarter quell is a cut open one to symbolize only having a part of himself with him when having to be without her and annie)

and annie's is turitellas

whenever finnick is gone she helps soothe annie and take care of her but they also just love gardening and beach days and she'll braid annies hair and she teaches annie how to make jewelry with things they collect, and this is especially true during the quarter quell

she is someone who because of all that annie and finnick have gone through doesn't thinks she has a right to complain so she holds it all in despite being a very sensitive person

so she takes care of annie and pushes her own emotions down when finnick is gone bc she also others herself

they both love her and treat her like part of them, but she has decided she's just not as important as them, that they would pick each other, so she doesn't see her being upset as being as valid as annie being upset

because snow knows what's going on she is taken to the capitol with annie and sees her family die first, all being shot by peacekeepers

she is tortured in the capitol, preying on the way she already has othered herself, on top of other forms of torture

when rescued she starts showing signs of agoraphobia and struggles to get around d13 and even after the war with going outside in general

she's so happy for finnick and annie to be getting married, but also especially bc the capitol got in her head, she becomes convinced that this is the end coming soon bc they're married and don't need her

she also still doesn't consider her trauma real

she realizes she's pregnant before finnick leaves and the wedding occurs but is so in her head that she says nothing and then when annie realizes she's pregnant is pushes her more into not speaking up bc she sees that as more important and further proof they don't need her

she does, before finnick leaves, accidentally tell katniss she's pregnant, and katniss does keep it a secret until she accidentally say something to finnick at some point on the mission and he is shocked, and doesn't know annie is pregnant at this point

so he is shocked (bc he survives) when they take the capitol and both her and annie are pregnant

which is how annie finds out she's pregnant too

and she finally has to talk about her feelings with them and they get to reassure her

then they live the rest of their happy family lives in district 4

yay

anyways that's the lore, the epiphany fic will be about them, send in your asks, mwah 💋

[movedchromednova]

hey, billie!!! 🐰 I hope you’re doing good! ♡ I was absent from tumblr for a while cuz of the mental health problems, but I’m here now and I’m dying to request something about Connor!! What about a crybaby!sweet!reader (oops this is very self-I diligent I’m sorry), that is super cute and soft, always with these glossy eyes and dolly false eyelashes and pouty lips and the one that looks even cuter when Connor absolutely ruins her every night, turning her into the cute blabbering mess <3

(im one loud mean bitch outwardly but a true crybaby sensitive girl at heart i love this so much.) anyways onto the request!

He feels like you're this little glass angel figurine. He saw one in a shop passing by it and thought "Yeah. That's just like her."

Anywayss...

Handles you sooo sweetly, hes so calm and patient with you when you get shy or nervous and overwhelmed.

Makes sure to hold you tightly when you whimper you're gonna cum 🥴 mfhhe

[e-dubbc11]

also also...

“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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[cobwebbedcat]

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 

[lookingupatthesamemoon]

Summer of Selfship Week 2: Lemonade + Radio

pairing: Ruby + Baby Billy Freeman

summary: while lounging by the pool, Ruby hears her new song on the radio.

word count: 1.0k

note: i knowwwwww in the show Baby Billy doesn't live on the Gemstone compound but in my canon he does bc i just can't imagine Ruby wanting to hang out at Freeman's Gap 😭.

divider by @/thecutestgrotto :3

Ruby sighed, the frills of her red gingham bikini top tickling the soft skin of her shoulder. She sat in the purest white lounger, so white that she almost felt bad about getting the grease from her sunscreen on it – keyword almost. Without it she would surely burn to a crisp, her pale skin becoming red and leathery like that of the man next to her. Next to her, on an identical white lounger was Baby Billy Freeman, elder parasite to the Gemstone family fortune. It was his house, anyway, along with his yard, and his pool, and his loungers. His, of course, was the latest addition to the Gemstone family compound. It had taken quite a bit of sweet talking on his part, but it was well worth it.

Tiffany was away for a week or so, visiting her parents for some reunion or something. She was upset, of course, that Billy hadn’t joined her, insisting that he had “important business” to attend to – that business being Ruby. And her career, of course. But, mostly Ruby herself. Sure, he loved Tiffany plenty, but he had never exactly been able to help himself when it came to the pursuit of beautiful young women, and Ruby was no exception. He knew the moment he laid eyes on her, heard her singing in some strip mall church, that she was something special. As far as everyone in the Gemstone family knew, he was simply taking her under his wing, attempting to propel her into stardom under the Gemstone family name. In reality, though? He was also fucking her up, down, and sideways as much as his 70-year-old heart could take.

It seemed, though, that his mission of molding her into a star was working. Not as quickly as either of them were hoping, of course, but having the Gemstone stamp of approval was getting her noticed in the community, and Ruby could only hope that that would bring her one step closer to getting to perform at the Salvation Center. She couldn’t believe how lucky she had gotten, falling into Baby Billy’s lap the way she had – quite literally. He worked her like a dog sometimes, but it was worth it to her to be so close to the family she had idolized from afar for years. She had grown up on Aimee-Leigh’s tapes, her angelic voice crackling through the speakers of her father’s old pick-up truck. Now, Ruby herself had just wrapped up on recording her very first single of her own, with the help of none other than Aimee-Leigh’s brother. It felt almost like a full circle moment for her.

She was pulled out of a daydream as she felt Baby Billy’s knuckles rubbing against her right thigh. She turned to look at him, raising her arm to block the sun from her sensitive eyes. “Darlin’, would you go on inside and pour me an ice cold glass’a that lemonade you made?” he asked softly, his lips parting to reveal a pearly white smile.

Ruby smiled back. “Of course,” she replied. She planted a kiss on his forehead after standing up from her lounge chair, which he responded to with a playful slap on her ass, causing her to giggle as she pranced inside.

Ruby always liked it when Tiffany went away. It didn’t happen all that often, so she cherished the times that it did, making the most of the time that she could. She loved staying at Billy’s place – well, at least his place on the Gemstone compound. She had never seen a house so big – well, other than the ones at the actual Gemstone compound – and she liked to claim it all for her own every time she entered. She domineered the kitchen the most, taking advantage of the spacious countertops and the fancy cookware. Just last night, she had taken it upon herself to steal some lemons from the fridge to make homemade lemonade, just as an excuse to utilize the space. If she could only live lavishly for a week at a time, she would take it – at least, until she could afford a mansion of her own. 

Gingerly, she pulled two crystal glasses from the cupboard, placing them on the white marble countertop as she fetched the pitcher of lemonade from the fridge. She hummed to herself as she poured a generous amount into each glass, the notes of her own song vibrating softly against her skull. She noticed, as she stepped outside, two full glasses in hand, that those notes were getting louder and clearer.

“Hey, darlin’,” Billy called as he heard her feet tapping against the concrete, “turn that up, now.”

“Baby…” Ruby said breathlessly, “Is that… Is that my song?”

“That’s your song.”

Ruby nearly dropped the glasses as she rushed to place them on their poolside tables, rushing to crank the volume on Billy’s small turquoise radio, which had been playing faintly from the table behind them for most of the morning. Billy had left it on some local gospel station, which Ruby was now beginning to think was entirely purposeful. 

“That’s my song,” she repeated. “Billy, did you…?”

“I might’a pulled a few strings,” the man smiled. 

Ruby smiled back, bouncing over to Billy’s chair and plopping herself down onto his lap. She wrapped her arms around him, burying herself in the crook of his neck. “Thank you,” she whispered. “Like, for everything.”

“Darlin’... This is just the beginnin’,” he replied. “When I said I was gon’ make you into a star, I meant it.”

Ruby pulled away to look him in the eyes. “You really think I could be like Aimee-Leigh?”

“‘Course I do,” Billy responded. “Matter’a fact, I think you’ll be down there at the Salvation Center in no time. ‘Course, Judy’ll probably be jealous as a barren wife, but… I think we can work around that, don’t you?” Ruby simply nodded, before resting her head against his shoulder once more. He carefully picked up his glass of lemonade – her lemonade – and took a sip, wrapping his free arm around her shoulders. Things were all going according to plan.

[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

[fanficwriter284]

I’m not in a great mood…have been going through a rough one…But! To cheer myself up! I’ll type up some HCs about my favorite comfort characters.

So as a mentioned in a previous post Chucky loves his thigh being grabbed by Tiffany when he drives. Since it helps him focus. When she removes her hand he looks at her and locks eyes. And grabs her hand again and puts it on his thigh.

“Woman I’m driving and if you don’t want us to crash give me that hand”

Tiffany finds it adorable.

Slappy’s similar only he loves holding hands. He held hand Anne’s non stop during her pregnancy and was practically glued to her.

He’s a bit of a softy when it comes to her, not a sight of his usual prick jokester self. He’s actually really smart compared to what people think. He loves writing and chemistry. That’s how the guy knows how to blow stuff up….

Personally I HC Chucky didn’t really drive when he was first human was because it would strain his eyes and give him migraines. The reason behind this is because he refused to wear his glasses. Because the guy has horrible vision….So now when he drives he wears his glasses because according to him it’s too much effort to put contacts in.

Jig has OCD and is a massive neat freak. He operates like a machine at times. Doesn’t do heavily processed foods and purchases all his food fresh and cooks himself. He gets very sick with greasy meals.

He’s all about maintaining an ideal exterior. That includes his home as well as himself. To distract from what’s really going on underneath. As long as he’s clean and tidy. A Noble Stag if you will. He’ll be fine…or at least appear to be.

Jig also doesn’t feel pain…like at all. His appendix nearly burst and he didn’t realize. Thankfully his bros got him to go to the doctor in time. So he has to keep his health in check.

Billy my sweet. Billy. He loves cooking and baking. It’s practically a gift and favorite hobby of his. He’s the most empathetic one out of all the boys. He’ll forgive but will NEVER forget. He always has a smile on his face and scarring on the insides of his cheeks. He’s very sensitive to sound and prefers the quiet. Since a lot of sounds can overwhelm and overstimulate him.