#the widowmaker

[rhetthammersmithhorror]

MST3K 804 | The Deadly Mantis | 1997

[half-oz-eddie]

The Widowmaker (Part III)

[Part 2]

18+, slurs, Billy has a daddy kink

Billy settled in Hawkins for a month, laying the Widowmaker to rest for awhile. The last man he killed was an important member of society, blah blah, whatever...the world was better off without him.

But it was a good time for Billy to lay low, to spend more time with Steve, which he really enjoyed.

“There’s something I wanna tell you.” Steve told Billy, fingers scraping the coffee table.

Billy noticed how uneasy Steve was, and this made him uneasy in turn. “What is it?”

“Billy, I—I really like you. I’ve never met anyone like you.”

Billy could hear his father calling him a fag. He knew he’d have to kill again just to quiet that voice. 

“Billy?”

“Yeah, I—um…listen, I’m not gay or anything—“

“I’m not either. I’ve never had feelings like this before. Tell me you feel it too.”

Billy eventually nodded, albeit reluctantly. “I feel it. I like you too.”

Not even another word was exchanged before they were in Steve’s bedroom, tossing their clothes about, kissing and touching on his bed.

He threw on a condom and slid inside Billy’s ass. Steve was no stranger to anal, but he’d never even romantically touched a man’s hand before this. He was taken aback by how much pleasure Billy found in his thrusts. 

“Feels that good?”

“Mmh, yeah. Steve, oh, god, Steve!”

As Steve caressed his cheek, Billy pulled his hand down to his neck. 

Steve indulged him, enjoying the way Billy moaned and writhed beneath his hands as he thrusted in and out of him, but eventually moved his hand and planted kisses instead. 

Steve was the gentle type, and Billy wasn’t used to gentleness. It felt so nice and so damn sweet. 

He softly shushed Billy as he whimpered. 

“I know it feels good. I just want to take care of you.”

Billy nodded. “You…like to be called daddy?”

“Yeah. You can call me daddy if you want.” Steve noticed a shift in Billy once he said that. His eyes softened and his chest expanded.

“Mm, daddy.” He whined. 

“Yeah? You like that?” He thrusted even faster. 

“Fuck me, daddy. Hurt me as much as you want.”

“Not too much. You’re too precious, baby.”

“Y-you mean that?”

“Of course.” He gently thrusted, kissing him between strokes. 

“Ooh, daddy! You feel so good.”

“You feel even better, baby.” He sputtered precum inside Billy. “I’m not gonna last long. You’re too good.”

“I’m close. Just a little longer, daddy.” He plead. “Don’t stop, daddy! Don’t stop! Don’t you fucking stop!”

Steve fought back the urge to cum for as long as he could, but Billy’s tight ass really sucked his cock in. 

Billy came with a loud moan, squeezing his hole on Steve’s cock, making him cum with a groan and a mouth full of breathless curse words.

“Fuck. I’ve never had sex like that before.”

“Me neither.”

Billy was afraid to get attached, but it was too late. He simply told himself if things went wrong, he’d kill Steve—but only if he had to.

—

When Steve woke up the next morning, Billy was gone. 

He left breakfast and a note on the table.

“Didn’t wanna wake you. I’ll be back in a few days. I’ll miss you.”

Steve clutched the note to his chest and smiled. He couldn’t wait to see him again. 

—

Billy wasn’t sure if going back to Hawkins was a good idea. Sure, having a normal, stable life in a small town made him seem less suspicious if things ever started closing in on him, but it felt safer being a nobody. 

In Hawkins? He was somebody. Somebody special, somebody that meant a lot to Steve. He couldn’t decide if that was a good thing or not. Everything about Billy was a lie in every aspect of his life. He lied about his name, his occupation, he even lied about his sexuality. He always knew he was gay. 

He wanted to be Billy. Gay Billy who woke up early, turned in late, swam in a pool whenever he wanted, and kissed a lonely, rich guy every single day. 

But Billy needed to stop Neil’s voice. The only way to stop him was to keep killing. He needed keep Neil quiet so he could be happy. Maybe killing every few weeks, and living in Hawkins full time wasn’t a bad idea. Hopefully that was enough to keep Neil’s voice out of his head. 

“One day, I won’t hear you anymore.” Billy said through his teeth, his hands tightly gripping the steering wheel as he sped out of Hawkins. “And when that day comes, I’ll win. I’ll fucking win and you’ll really be dead.”

—

Steve: Will you be home soon? Steve: It’s so hard to sleep without you here. 

Billy was floored by the wording of Steve’s text. Home? Soon? Was Hawkins his home now? 

Billy: Yeah. Just finishing up a job.

Steve: There’s a serial killer going around the country killing men. Please be careful. 

Billy: Lol I’m probably not his type. 

Steve: you’re not funny 😭 but you’re my type. 

Billy: I love knowing that.  Billy: Be careful, okay?

Billy told him, as if he were trying to save Steve from himself. He’d never want to hurt Steve, of course, but it did make him uneasy to live his life knowing a monster was resting dormant inside him.

When he was with Steve, he was a normal, fun-loving guy and the widowmaker would never emerge. Even in the presence of Jim Hopper, an older, remarried father. He felt no urge to kill.

Jim became someone dear to him, along with his daughter and the sweet wife he had, who would make him desserts and bring them by when Billy was alone at Steve’s while Steve worked.

Billy parked his car in a random residential area, not expecting a thing. He just wanted some place quiet to think, to shake Hawkins off for a bit and awaken the widowmaker.

He was startled by the sound of breaking dishes, and he could see a man beating his wife. 

“Stop before the kids get home!” She plead.

Neil. He thought to himself. 

He didn’t care if this man was remarried or not. Billy was going to kill him.

He was going to kill Neil.

Again.

[recovering-vamp]

[luxurysystems]

He's that ornery. (x)

[liam-neesons-best-girl]

Arms {Capt. Polenin (K-19) x Reader}

Pairing: Capt. Polenin (K-19: The Widowmaker) x reader

Warnings: F! reader, drabble, (18+) some fluff first followed by smut

His fitness has to be up to military standards and boy does he pass with flying colors - especially in his arm strength

He's always seen his body as a vehicle for his service position as captain and as motivation for his subordinates

It also doesn't hurt that you have a soft spot for his arms

when you are walking down the street he will offer you his arm and you will link your hands around him and rest your head on him

If the subway is crowded he will hold the bar above his head and extend his other arm for you to brace yourself on as if it were a railing: he his just as sturdy if not more secure

If he is ever working out for too long and you miss him he offers an alternative that the both of you can take part in

He lays you down of a soft blanket or pillows and assumes the push up position over you

This way he can work on his core, leg, and arm strength and get rewarded with a kiss from you every time he finishes a rep

He wears only tank tops around the house leading up to his deployment because of how hot and bothered it makes you

He will be trying to read but you will plant yourself firmly on his lap to get his attention

You start to kiss him and run your hands up and down his arms to feel the bumps and ridges of his muscles

While you make out you'll try out some new dirty talk and say, "how strong are you, big boy. Show me what those arms can do" while squeezing his biceps

He'll grunt to indicate he has accepted your challenge

He'll scoop you you up and cup your bum with one arm like you weight nothing at all and use his other to unbutton your blouse while your legs instinctually wrap around his waist

it takes only his thumb and pointer fingers to reach around you and unclasp your bra

[prokopetz]

The constant rolling disaster that is Overwatch's game development aside, what really perplexes me about how Blizzard is handling the broader franchise is their continual insistence that a canon narrative exists in spite of their equally continual refusal to tell anyone what it is.

Like, okay, the events of the games aren't canon. Fair enough: the games are multiplayer-only, and you can't account for player actions.

Oh, and the animated short films aren't canon either – they're properly understood as in-universe propaganda, not depictions of actual events. That's a little high concept for you guys, but fine.

But surely the comics are canon, right? Well, no; some of the comics (we're not telling you which ones) were canon at one point, but the writing team has decided to go in a different direction.

My dudes, what is left? The weird Source Filmmaker porn? Is that canon? Well, apparently it's at least as canon as anything else!

[velinxi]

Mercymaker doodles

[clairlycreature]

talon movie night ft. everybody really sucks at watching movies

"where's mauga?" right there

[ffolty]

who else is a steve enjoyer?

[amnhnyc]

Imagine a pinecone as heavy as a bowling ball and the size of a chihuahua. Believe it or not, such pinecones exist—and they belong to the coulter pine (Pinus coulteri), a conifer that can be found in parts of North America including California and Mexico. Infamous among loggers and foresters, this tree is nicknamed "the widowmaker" because of the unlucky individuals who met their fate as a result of its falling pinecones. This species produces the largest pinecones on the planet, weighing up to 11 lbs (5 kg)!

Photo: damontighe, CC BY-NC 4.0, iNaturalist

[d3adfish]

mirrorverse widowmaker

[half-oz-eddie]

The Widowmaker (Serial Killer! Billy Hargrove)

Warning for slightly graphic content

They call him the Widowmaker. He only kills a very specific demographic. Remarried fathers, particularly over the age of 30. He has traveled to 15 different states, and killed over 20 different men, leaving wives without husbands, turning them all into widows. He usually spends a few weeks in each town, stalking his mark, before killing them all the exact same way.

He strangled them with a belt. The same belt his father used to beat him with. Then he carves PUSSY across their forehead with his earring.

He never stays in any of the towns long, and always does all of his transactions with a fake ID. He could be John from Kansas, Andrew from Colorado, Brian from Maine, but he was never Billy. Billy was left behind in California a long time ago. His father had beaten Billy out of him.

He thought he was never going to be Billy again. Only The Widowmaker. He got a thrill from destroying families. Sometimes he’d spy on the child that clung to the stepmother, or their real mother, proud of himself for doing what he thought was saving a child from a broken family.

Billy enjoyed listening to stories about his killings on the radio, and warning fathers still happily married to the mothers of their children to “watch out, there’s a psycho on the loose.” They would thank him, and tell John, or Dave, or Adam to drive safely.

When Billy was passing through Indiana, there was a terrible storm. The storm caused him to lose control of his vehicle and hit a tree in the outskirts of a small town.

This tree was part of someone’s property. The property owner quickly came to his aid, helping him out of his vehicle, and into their house.

Billy didn’t like to be helped. He didn’t like to be worried about, but passing through a small town will subject you to that tight-knit sense of community. This man brought him, a stranger, a killer, into his home, offered him ice and bandages, and even a cup of coffee.

“We only have one mechanic in town, so you’ll need somewhere to stay until your car’s fixed. I have some extra beds here.”

“Thanks. You live here alone?”

“No. I have a son. His mom and I divorced and it’s my weekend to spend time with him.”

Steve was almost his type—almost. He hasn’t remarried, and he wasn’t 30 just yet. What was Billy going to do?

“You haven’t touched your coffee at all. You a beer guy, maybe?” Steve continued. “I’ve got a few cans in the fridge. Help yourself” he offered.

“Thanks.” Billy accepted.

“I’m Steve by the way. Steve Harrington.”

“You got a nice house here, Harrington. I’m—“

Who was he going to be? John? Adam? Mark? Dave? Pete?

“I’m Billy.” He shook his hand. “Billy Hargrove.”

He decided not to kill him after all.

Part 2 ->

[klauw22]

scary femmes and their silly enbys

[nesskain]

Widowmaker Witch Illustration !

[diverbots]

ogh my gord overwatch art dump

[quibbs]

old fugue state painting of medusa skin widow and stone skin brigitte that i just found