#i just thought about this because i learned that the word “cutecore” was used to because 4channers spread that “kawaii” was appropriating

[butchweasel]

i genuinely wonder if certain apparently leftist ideologies on this site were actually started by 4chan trolls as a way to make us self cannibalize. keeps me up at night.

[thema-nr-2]

tied - B.K

✮ synopsis - bill's cutecore style!reader girlfriend ties him up with a bow!!!! silly!!!!

✮ genre - smut

✮ word count - 2.3k

✮ content warning - NOT ERA SPECIFIC! nsfw, sub!bill, dom!fem!reader, riding, p in v, slight degredation, praise, bill is an atention WHOOORE, aftercare, bondage, let me know if i missed anything

✮ a/n - woah another sub bill fic, shocking? shocking? shocking news anyone?

Bill thought you were the cutest thing on planet Earth. How you would come off so shy and innocent, but once he got to know you, you were bubbly and always excitedly talking about something. And innocent? Boy was he wrong. He loved how you were practically the exact opposite of him. Though he’d never wear it himself, he always appreciated your sense of fashion and thought it was amazing. 

Lately Bill had been in desperate need of attention from you. He’d wrap his arms around your waist from behind, ever so slightly pressing his hard on against your hand, he’d constantly try to talk to you while you were busy, jerk off while he knew you were home so you would come check in on him, and he’d even stop talking to you so you’d KNOW something was wrong. (he never shuts up). But despite all this, nothing could distract you enough. The poor boy just wanted to be taken care of, but nothing he did impressed you. But it wasn’t your fault you were so busy! You had a job to do, papers to write, things to take care of. He needed to learn how to deal with not getting attention 24/7 without being a total needy brat. 

You had just finished up some work you had been doing for the last couple of hours. You figured it would be a good time to finally spend some time with Bill, maybe give him what he so desperately craved. As you walked up the stairs, you could hear the faint sound of groaning coming from behind the door. You smirked to yourself, thinking you knew exactly what he was doing. But to your surprise, you opened the door not to find your boyfriend pleasuring himself, but sitting on the ground in frustration. You peered over to see what he was doing. 

“Bill?” You asked, a small giggle escaping.

“Oh, hi schatz.” He replied, his tone sounding uninterested and focused.

You took a step closer to see what he was so worked up over, surprised that he wasn’t practically jumping up and down to see you. You finally noticed what he was fidgeting with. He was holding one of your pink ribbons that you use to tie your hair up, or that you sew onto your clothes. He was trying his absolute best (while failing miserably) to tie it into the perfect bow. Your heart melted at the sight of him trying to impress you. 

“Bill, what are you doing with that?” 

“I’m trying to tie it into one of those cute little bows you always wear… I was going to show you..” He said, his gaze still not shifting from what he was doing.

“Why?”

“Because… because I wanted to impress you. But this stupid thing won’t tie correctly.” He let out a huff of irritation, his messy hair falling in front of his face. His posture was slouched as he had clearly been doing this for a while. How hard was it?

You chuckled at his failed attempts. “Billy you’re doing it all wrong, let me show you.” You sat down on the floor in front of him, brushing his hair out of his face gently. You grab his chin, turning his face towards your hands. You took the ribbon from him and tied it quickly and effortlessly. You placed on your head and giggled. His jaw dropped at your ease and flawless tying skills. “How did you do that so fast?” “Practice, Bill, practice.” You smirked. “I’ll show you again. It’s easier when you’re tying it around something. I used to practice on people’s hair.”

“Well you’re not putting that thing in my hair.” He pulled his face back, twisting it in mock disgust. 

You let out a giggle, knowing he wasn’t really joking. You pondered for a minute until a thought struck you. “Here, put your wrists out in front of you.” You requested.

Bill’s eyebrows raise and he cocks his head to the side. “Both of them?” He asks, his voice laced with confusion.

“Yes, Bill. Both of them.” Bill complied. You quickly untied the ribbon and wrapped it around his bare, pale wrists. Step by step, you tied the ribbon around until it was in a perfect bow. “Did that make more sense?” You asked. 

“Uh, yeah, I think so…” Bill said, his mind clearly wandering. He shifted his gaze down at his wrists, at the beautiful piece of lacey, pink, ribbon tied tightly around his wrists. He got lost in his thoughts. His dirty mind taking over as memories of you handcuffing him, tying him up, came back. He missed your touch. It had been what felt like ages, years even, and this was already enough to drive him crazy. Oh how the poor boy wished you would just have your way with him right then and there. Take advantage of his restrained hands and ride him till he couldn’t cum anymore. “Are you focusing, darling?”

Bill snapped back into reality, being torn from his thoughts. “Oh, sorry, I was just… thinking.” He responds, his voice barely above a mumble.

“About?” You prompt, knowing your plan was already working.

“Not much.” At this point, you could practically see his thoughts. Bill’s face got red with embarrassment “This bow is certainly cute..” He continued, clearly trying to change the subject.

“It’s very cute! And it looks adorable tied perfectly around your wrists, doesn’t it, Bill?”

He swallowed nervously, realising you were just trying to tease him, get him flustered. “Mhm..”

You shifted closer to him, crawling into his lap and meeting his gaze. The red tint spread across his face got darker as he avoided eye contact with you. “Why are you so flustered, Bill? I haven’t done anything. We haven’t done anything.”

“Y/N…” He breathed out shakily.

“Tell me what you’re thinking about.” 

“You. I’m thinking about you.”

“Well duh, silly! What about me?” You knew. You knew him all too well. All his kinks, turn ons, every dirty thought he could have, you knew it like the back of your hand. But nothing felt better than hearing him admit to what that foul little mind of his was imagining. 

Bill bit his lip, finally speaking up. “Thinking about you on top of me… and this stupid bow restraining me…” He finally admitted.

You gave him a warm smile. “Oh? You pervert!” 

“Don’t give me that. You knew what you were doing.”

You shrugged it off as you placed your hands on his chest, pushing him down onto his back. You straddled his thighs, leaning over to pin his bound wrists above his head, moving your other hand down his stomach. “Do you want me, liebe?”

Bill’s head leaned back onto the hard floor. He tried looking at you, but your playful smirk and the sight of you on top of him was enough to make him cum on the spot. “Yes, fuck, I want you…”

You shifted your position, grinding ever so slightly against his clothed dick, feeling yourself get wetter by the second. Bill watched as your skirt rode up your thighs, exposing your soft skin perfectly. He wanted to grip some part of you so badly, your waist, your ass, anything. But of course, he was at your complete mercy. Even though it wouldn’t have been as hard to get out of the restraints of a simple piece of ribbon, he found himself not even wanting to. “Y/N, bitte…”

“God, you’re so hard and I’ve barely touched you yet. You missed my touch didn’t you, slut? Missed my touch, huh?”

He gave a shaky nod, whimpering out a faint “mhm”. He arched his back into your hand as you trailed it up under his shirt, placing it on his chest once again. “Stop teasing, please…”

“Be patient baby, if you really want it you’ll wait like the good boy you are.” 

Bill nodded once more as you removed your soft hands from his chest and carefully slipped your pink, lace panties off from under your skirt. You quickly unfastened his belt, pulling his jeans down along with his boxers. His tip was red and leaking with precum, just begging to be touched. And you could see it in Bill’s pained expression that he needed this more than anything in the world. You slid your shirt off over your head, revealing the cutest bra Bill had ever seen that turned him on to no end. He stared at your chest for a moment, taking all of you in. You gripped the base of his dick, positioning him right between your thighs, his eyes meeting yours suddenly. A loud exhale escaped followed by the feeling of Bill tensing up underneath you as you sunk down onto him. You try to conceal your whines from the stinging pain of his size as he bottoms out, but you’ll never be able to fully adjust to him.

Bill moaned as if it was his first time getting fucked by a girl, his back arched and his head thrown back. Just as he was starting to relax into it, you lifted off him and immediately slammed your hips back down. “Fuck Y/N b-be gentle…” He whimpered. 

“Shhh, Bill. It’ll feel so good soon, don’t worry.” You purred, starting to build a slow but rough rhythm. His hands strained against the ribbon that bound him, a pained groan escaping his lips. He just wanted to touch you again after so long of you not doing the same. “My poor baby doesn’t wanna be tied up anymore, does he?”

“N-no…”

“Well too bad.” You continued to ride him, laughing at his attempts to bring his hands up to touch you. Bill begs you to go faster on him, he can’t get enough of how you feel around him, your cunt clenched around his dick, fucking him dumb. “You’ve been begging for my attention all week. Now you have it. So you’re gonna take what I give you. Is that understood?”

“Ja, schatz…”

“That’s my good boy.” You softly praise. You admire the moaning, whining mess below you. Sweat forming on his forehead, his messy hair falling in front of his flushed face. He was so pretty. “You’re so pretty like this Bill- fuck…” You let out a moan louder than you anticipated as you push him as deep inside you as you can. The sound of skin meeting skin and breathless whimpers fill the room. “So pretty tied up like this for me..” “Baby I’m s-so close…” Bill pleaded. “Please, let me touch you…”

You pitied him. He was so desperate to hold onto you, to dig his painted nails into something while he came inside you. The poor thing.

You leaned down over him, pressing your chest against his. Without stopping your movements nor slowing them down, you carefully untied the ribbon around his wrists. “That better?” You asked, smiling innocently at him. Bill’s hands immediately flew to your waist, holding you tightly and almost forcing you down onto him. His nails scratched your soft skin harshly. You winced in pain slightly, but soon that pain turned to mind numbing pleasure. You felt his dick twitch inside you, signaling his release. “You wanna cum for me?” You cooed, prompting him to do so.

Another quick nod was all Bill was able to give in response. Though he wasn’t saying anything, only letting out high pitched moans, you were able to tell he was begging internally. Begging to let him cum inside you, to feel you cum on his dick.

“Go on, Bill.” You permitted him. He threw his head back in pleasure, nearly drawing blood with how deep his nails were dug into you. He whined out your name, dragging it through his orgasm as he came hard inside you, filling you up. “F-fuck, Bill…” You kept your rhythm, your body craving its release like a drug. Bill tensed up under you again, his limp dick feeling all too sensitive. “Y/N…” He moaned out. You couldn’t help but replay that in your head. The way he moaned your name made you feel so powerful on top of him. 

“God I’m right there...” You whispered. You brushed Bill’s hands off your waist, intertwining your fingers with his.  “Bill, mmh fuck!” Pleasure surged through you as his tip hit your g-spot. Your thighs tensed up as you came around him, a mix of you and Bill’s cum dripping down from your pussy. You finally come to a halt in your movements, taking in the sight of the pretty boy panting your name out from under you. 

“That was so…” He finally spoke out. “Oh my god.”

You let out a laugh, not even able to find the words yourself. You slowly pull off his dick, leaning down to kiss his forehead. “You did so well, darling. Took me so well.” You could see Bill was fucked out and exhausted, you almost felt sorry for him. He wouldn’t have been this tired if it weren’t for the fact that you’d practically neglected him this week. That attention whore wasn’t used to not being taken care of, so you figured you could make it up to him even more. “Cmon, Bill, I’ll run you a bath.” You whispered warmly. 

—

After a few minutes, you called out to Bill. He got up, stumbled, and made his way to the bathroom. You had lit some candles of his favourite scents and turned the lights off. A perfect way to take care of him afterwards.

Bill rid of the rest of his clothes and slowly sat down in the bathtub, feeling the hot water wash over him. You did the same, sitting behind him and wrapping your arms around his slim waist. “You look relaxed already.”

“I am.” He responded sleepily.

You spent the rest of the night praising him softly, whispering sweet nothings to him. Before he knew it, he had fallen asleep with his head tilted back, resting on your shoulder.

“Sleep well, my beautiful boy.” You whispered as you rested your head upon his. 

yikes..

sorry i didnt know how to incoperate the cutecore thing into it enough ell oh ell!!