#wanna kiss all over his faaace

[cosmic-ships]

Dear everyone, I'm madly in love with he..

That's it, that's the post. I am madly in love with my husband 💜

[nightmarewritings]

Can I request a little thing for Billy (both of them if you don't mind) and an s/o who is very steadfast (and physically capable of holding him down) on slowly kissing him from cheek to crotch? Reader just takes their time and is not influenced at all by any whining or demands etc? (yes I was inspired byt that art you just reblogged) Of course the reward for billy is worth it. Not wanna leave my boy hanging you know? But I mostly wonder about his reaction.

Anon you have NO IDEA how much I've been wanting to write some more Billy stuff lately! @1nd1gnant ‘s art (I hope it’s alright I @’d you!) has really reignited my love for Billy.

Also, I hope it's alright I wrote these as little micro-fics instead of headcanons. Not worksafe, there's no actual smut but both the fics are basically foreplay.

Billy's S/O Kissing Their Way Down

Billy Lenz (1974):

Billy really couldn't believe his luck. He had been hinting, heavily hinting with absolutely no subtlety whatsoever, that he would much rather you kiss somewhere a lot lower than his face, but he didn't think it would actually work. But there you were, straddling him with your lips pressing their way down his neck.

His clothing felt so tight, Billy was almost overstimulated purely from the fabric rubbing against his sensitive skin.

He wanted you to speed up, to get to the point and wrap your pretty piggy lips around his juicy cock, and he said as much. But you said nothing, the only time your lips weren't in contact with his skin was the brief moment when you pulled his sweater off him.

“Not-Agnes, please. H-hurry, hurry! Let your good Billy fuck your faaace...” He whined, his hands clenching and unclenching at his sides. He was trying to be patient, trying to be the 'good Billy' you always praised and said he could be, but all he could think about was how painfully hard he was. When you deviated from your downward path to plant a kiss on each of his nipples, his eyes slammed shut. More words poured out of his mouth, but not even Billy himself was exactly sure what he was saying. He just wanted more.

A straight line of kisses were quickly placed down his chest, leading into the fuzzy trail just below his belly button. You were so close, he only had to hold out for less than a minute more, and he'd have you right where he wanted. “Be a good Billy, be a good Billy...” His mind kept repeating, and it was taking every ounce of control he had to not just flip you over and take what he wanted.

He could hear the button pop out and the zipper slide down on his bell bottoms, and his eyes shot open. Billy pushed himself up on his elbows and saw you, wiggling your way down between his legs and smiling up at him through your eyelashes. His hand flew down to your head, his fingers curling their way into your hair in anticipation of what he knew was about to happen.

“You have been such a good Billy, I think you definitely deserve a reward...”

Billy promised himself then and there that he would try to have more patience from now on.

Billy Lenz (2006):

Billy was stiff. Rigid and unmoving. He was always surprised by your affection, taken off guard by the love you showed him and the patient way you had taught him over time that sexual activity could actually be enjoyable. But he still wasn't sure what to think when you kissed him on the cheek, and he certainly had no clue what to do when you slowly pushed him to the ground and continued kissing your way down.

Your lips were wet, sucking little purple hickeys onto his skin that stood out beautifully against the jaundiced yellow. For a second, he worried Agnes might later notice, that his daughter would somehow think you had hurt him. All thoughts of her were chased away the second your deft fingers unbuttoned his shirt, brushing the thin fabric away from his chest.

Billy wanted to say something, but when he opened his mouth the only sound released was a low groan, practically a growl of pleasure. He wasn't really even sure if he had anything to say, he had never been very skilled at talking dirty with you. He could feel the faint vibrations of your quiet chuckle against his sternum.

It had taken months before he trusted you enough to let you do anything with him, and he always determined the course of events, always went at his own pace. You never seemed to mind, but now he was experiencing something completely foreign to him, and he wasn't sure how he felt about it.

His jaw was tightly clenched, his hands balled into fists, and his pajama bottoms tenting. Every part of him was screaming to take control, to be in charge like he always was, but he stayed still and stiff as a board. Your lips briefly touched down on his bellybutton, and he hoped you wouldn't make him wait much longer.

You lifted yourself off him, your fingers hooking in the sides of his pants and pulling them down. Billy raised his hips to make it easier for you, the first real movement he had made since you started. Your eyes met his own, his stare was intense, his pupils blown wide.

As your lips came into contact with his skin again, this time in a much more intimate area, Billy finally relaxed and sighed. If it always turned out that nice, he would have to give up control more often.