#Billy Swan

[bluemoonperegrine]

Kudos to @my-secret-shame for the "I want to go home" text post and @lotrreactionmemes for the other one

[abirdie]

[onbearfeet]

Ehhh, fuckit. Everyone who reads it is east of me and I'm depressed and need to go to bed. New chapter now!

There is whump. There is angst. There is hurt/comfort. There is only one bed.

And yes, there is mi!

[thesobsister]

Billy Swan, “Don’t Be Cruel”

Not quite as radical a reimagining of an Elvis tune as John Cale’s “Heartbreak Hotel,” but excellent in its slow and sinuous dance.

[thevibraniumveterans]

[Werewolf by Night]

Spoilers!

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1. I love this callback.

2. There was some Latin in the show and I wondered what they translated to, so I got these. There was a bit more on the walls but I didn’t bother with those 😅. But I do love the usage of Latin to up the ante on the mystery and creepy factor.

3. It was so funny when Jack just could not get the thing to stay on the wall because it kept falling off and he just plopped the thing on the ledge in a last act of desperation 😂

[loveboatinsanity]

[breezingby]

Billy Swan ~ I Can Help !!! ~ ♫♪♫ ~

If you got a problem, don't care what it is If you need a hand, I can assure you this I can help, I got two strong arms I can help It would sure do me good, to do you good Let me help

It's a fact that people get lonely, ain't nothing new But a woman like you, baby should never have the blues Let me help, I got two for me It would sure do me good, to do you good Let me help

When I go to sleep at night you're always a part of my dream Holding me tight and telling me everything I wanna hear Don't forget me baby, all you gotta’ do is call You know how I feel about ya, if I can do anything at all Let me help, if your child needs a daddy, I can help It would sure do me good to do you good Let me help

~ ♫♪♫ ~

When I go to sleep at night you're always a part of my dream Holding me tight and telling me everything I wanna hear Don't forget me baby, all you gotta’ do is call You know how I feel about you, if I can do anything at all Let me help, if your child needs a daddy, I can help It would sure do me good to do you good Let me help

[mosylufanfic]

At Your Service

My first Werewolf by Night fic! I have at least one more in the pipe for this month, but I really wanted to play with the idea of devoted Bloodstone lackey Billy Swan, witnessing all the events of the movie and having his own thoughts and motivations.

Send me a prompt for Nano!

At Your Service

The thing people didn't really understand about being a lackey was that you served the family. Not the current patriarch or matriarch, not your favorite Miss or Mister. Billy Swan wasn’t Master Ulysses’ lackey. He served the Bloodstones. It was an important distinction, to his mind.

It was certainly permissible to have favorites. He  did retain a soft spot for Miss Elsa, who had been a delightful child. So savage in her training. 

But in the end, you served the family, and part of that service was to ensure the future. However that future was likely to look. It certainly wasn't your call. 

So when Master Ulysses had ranted and raved about Miss Elsa's defection, and ordered that all her things be destroyed at once, Billy had nodded and bowed and "yes, master, at once, master"d until Master Ulysses ranted off into another room. 

He'd gone into the courtyard, built a jolly bonfire, and allowed the master to see him tossing the odd chair or worn-out bedding into it. 

Then he'd gone back, packed up all Miss Elsa's things neatly in boxes, and conveyed them to the attics, which Master Ulysses had never stepped into in his memory, and Billy Swan's memory was very long indeed. 

Estranged children came back. It was practically the job description.

When Miss Elsa had arrived at the front door, he’d let her in before scuttling off to let Mistress Verussa know she’d arrived.

And when Mistress Verussa had ordered a cage set up with Miss Elsa and Jack Russell trapped inside, Billy had made sure to select the cage with the most bendable bars, handiest for escape.

As if he wouldn't recognize a Russell werewolf when he saw one. He might be the black sheep - black wolf, rather, ahahaha - of the family, but young Jack had the look of his grandmother, and his great-grandfather, come to think of it.

Billy wouldn't have hesitated to step in where needed, but it really seemed like Miss Elsa and young Jack had worked out a truce between themselves. 

So when Mistress Verussa had burned to ash in the midst of a gore-spattered great hall, Billy had mentally totted up all the mops and buckets in the house even before Miss Elsa - ah, no, Mistress Elsa, now - had ordered him to clean up.

He certainly didn't waste any time mourning. Mistress Verussa hadn't been family, after all. 

He was a little taken aback when asked to remove all the silver in the house. But a lackey did as he was told, so he said, "At once, mistress," and removed it all to the attics, placing it where all her things had rested before he'd retrieved them.

Mistress Elsa didn't go up in the attics either, and some of those heirlooms were so old Billy didn't even remember receiving them.

He prepared a guest room when young Jack stopped by in his many travels, and made no comment when the bed was never slept in, and Mistress Elsa's bed had clearly hosted two.

He did do a spot of research on werewolf cubs carried by a human mother, and was relieved to find out they rarely had more than one or two at a time and generally survived the process. It was always so nerve-wracking having a Mistress with no children to secure the line. Fragile things, human women. That one time in the fourteenth century when the Mistress had died giving birth and he’d thought for a minute that he’d have to hunt down that inbred second cousin to carry on the name . . .

But the child had survived. So that was fine.

He had no problem taking preventative measures, if need be. But Mistress Elsa would have been very cross with him if he'd shot young Jack with a silver bullet and decapitated him for good measure, which was the general recommendation in these matters.

However, that seemed unneeded. 

It would be a change, certainly. Bloodstones had hunted monsters for centuries. But if that was the direction the family was headed, well, he would be here to serve it. That was his job. Besides, it wasn't the first time.

Mistress Verussa had been a real bitch, too.

FINIS

[randomberlinchick]

“Let's walk up to the preacher . . . And let us say I do . . . Then you'll know you'll have me . . . And I'll know that I'll have you . . . Don't be cruel to a heart that's true”

Billy Swan pulled the guts out of this fucking song and turned it into something so soulful, I’m about to check his genealogy.

[rftstars]

Billy Swan.

[bluemoonperegrine]

Hat tip to @onbearfeet for the lap dog text post

[abirdie]

[myimaginaryradio]

I Can Help - Billy Swan

[duranduratulsa]

Billy Swan - I Can Help (Audio)

Song 🎵 of the day 2: I Can Help by Billy Swan (1974) #billyswan #icanhelp #70s

[manny-jacinto]

Billy Burke as Charlie Swan TWILIGHT (2008)

[fallin2pieces]

let's get in the back of your cop car, officer (charlie swan x coquette!reader)

heavily inspired by playing dangerous by lana del rey <33

cw: MDNI age gap (reader is a freshman in college and charlie is in his 40s), dubcon, p in v, dry humping, blowjob, cunnilingus, choking

authors note: this is my first ever fic! also sorry for the inconsistencies, english isn't my first language :( also lmao this was supposed to be a blurb but i got carried away 😭

- your parents were away for a business trip which left you home alone during break. you always had the nasty habit of smoking, and being home alone it was an opportunity to smoke inside your house.

- as you were cooking dinner, you were smoking in your kitchen, using your stove top to light a cigarette.

- you lazily dragged the cigarette across your lips, inhaling the smoke as you sat on your kitchen countertop.

- as the night progressed, you washed the dishes and got ready for bed

- little did you know, you've accidentally left the stove on.

- 4:38am. “fuck.” you woke up disheveled in your pink silky night gown, coughing as smoke covered your walls, filling your lungs.

- crying as you run down your stairs, you’ve realized what you’ve done.

- shakily, you reach for the family phone by your paisley printed couch and started to dial the police department as guilt engulfs you.

- “forks police department!” an older man on the other side of the phone responds. you knew it was wrong. you knew it was insensitive. maybe you were just a girl but something about the rasp and the timbre in the policeman’s voice made your insides turn.

- later on, you were sitting on your porch, the cold washington rain dampening the steps you sit on, your hair wet, lips and eyes puffy as you cry from guilt.

- a car pulls up in your driveway as a tall dark figure approaches you

- “ma'am you called, are you okay?” the same hoarse voice from the phone asks.

- you just start sobbing. you were guilty. you’ve already damaged your parents’ house.

- as the older man approaches you, he sits down at the porch with you to comfort you.

- as he sits down the smell of cigarettes and cheap perfume engulfs your senses.

- you look up at the police officer, he was even more attractive (and mature) than you imagined.

- this is wrong. you thought this isn’t the right situation to whore around.

- “i-i didn’t mean to do that officer..” you croak out, you started sobbing and he puts his arm around you

- “my name is chief swan. would you wanna sit in the car as i question you?” he asks.

- you nod rapidly as you got up and walked towards the backseat of the car. "this is the right opportunity" your mind lingered.

- “so what caused the fire?” his voice reverberating inside the empty police car as he closes the car door.

- you admit what you’ve done, stuttering and stuttering through tears.

- he just looks at you "oh poor you so alone and fragile." he thought after all you were just a girl and you didn’t mean any of this

- “officer is there anyway that you wouldn’t press charges?” you looked at him with hungry and intent eyes.

- you felt pretty bare right now. in your light pink nighties. the way he was taller, bigger and had more authority than you do… oh you felt so weak, like a bunny waiting for its predator to attack.

- as messed up as it sounds, this made you feel very warm and fuzzy, his presence made you warm and fuzzy. the way his mustache sits on his face and how his messy brown hair stands up, he looks a little sleep deprived and tired, probably from his police job. he’s just a little older than your parents. just perfect, you thought to yourself.

- you’ve never been attracted to a man his age but something about him being an authority figure made you insides turn in excitement, which made you yearn for more.

- “please officer..” you plead as you get on your knees, very intent to seduce the older man.

- he groans at the sight of you. “no no, sweetie we can’t-” he breathes out as he adjusts himself to try to hide the obvious tent in his pants.

- “officer i’ll be good i promise… just don’t press any charges on me…” you said it’s working you thought as your manicured hands fumble with his silver belt buckle

- “oh my sweet sweet girl.” he groans as he cups your sweet face as his thumb plays with your pink plush lips as he inserts his digits in your mouth making you moan around his fingers.

- “i shouldn’t be doing this.” charlie thought to himself

- you adjust yourself from kneeling, the roughness of the police car’s floormat bruising and ever so slightly scraping your delicate knees

- you use your teeth to unzip his pants as your eyes never leaved his, his hands cupping your face as he tucks your hair away.

- as you palm him through his boxers, wetness pools in your floral underwear.

- eager for some friction, you decided to use your fingers to press on your clothed cunt.

- as you fumble on his waistband, his cock still soft you whimper at the sight of his size.

- oh poor man.. you thought he was probably so pent up, no one probably took care of his sexual needs :(

- you start kissing on his cock sweetly as you look up at him..

- oh the way he stares down at you makes you feel inferior, you moan at the thought.

- slowly, you put his cock in your mouth.

- starting slow… going deeper and deeper you grow desperate for pleasure of your own

- he groans at the sight of you… so cockdrunk.. so needy for him.. it’s been years since someone wanted him this bad.

- “your such a good girl for me.” charlie manages to groan out, he holds you by your throat forcing you to look up

- picking up the pace, you moan and gag around his length sending him over the edge.

- he notices you yearn for attention down there :( so he signals you to stop and he instructs you to straddle him.

- with his cock out, you straddle him, kissing him hungrily as your clothed cunt pressed against his bare girth.

- as you took in his tongue, the taste of gas station coffee and cigarettes intertwined with your saliva.

- he eventually starts creeping his calloused hands to your ass, squeezing and kneading the soft flesh as he rides your nightie up making you whimper and soften into his touch.

- as he finds his rough hands up and down your body, he fondles with your breasts, nipples erect from the cold washington breeze, the straps of your nightgown falling to the side as he takes your tits out to look at them.

- oh they were so perky and so soft. he made his way down with his mouth, lapping at your soft skin, eventually finding his tongue wrapped around your sensitive nipple.

- you throw your head back moaning at the pleasure he gave you, rocking back and forth slowly finding some friction as your baby pink painted nails dug crescents into his shoulder.

- he reaches down, to lift the skirt of your nightie, reaching down to your panty clad cunt, taking his thumb and firmly tracing circles on your clit.

- you elicit a moan and collapse into him, his big strong arms supporting you as you reach your high.

- suddenly you felt brave, you pull your panties to the side and you sink down to him.

- “n-no sweetie we can’t-” he whimpers out as you lower into him, as he throws his head back.

- “please officer let me be good.. let me be a good girl..” you cry out in desperation for some relief.

- you just sat there, letting your tight cunt adjust around his big cock your as he wraps his big strong arms around you.

- “baby.. your cunt is so tight.. fuck—” he pants out while looking at your beautiful face.

- you weren’t that experienced per se… only being a freshman in college, having one night stands with guys your age, with no love only lust but with chief swan, it felt intimate and romantic. the way he holds you and kisses you made you melt into his arms. it made you feel like you were cared for.

- slowly but surely you went up and down, savoring his length, you’ve never had someone this.. big and girthy (and mature).

- charlie being on the older side, didn’t have enough stamina, so you were using him like a dildo over bouncing up and down his cock as you looked at how his face was painted with pleasure.

- he looks at you with so much lust and love in his eyes, he haven’t had someone take care of him like this for years.

- he pressed his calloused thumb on your clit rubbing circles making you see stars.

- this was the most pleasure you’ve received from a man.

- “such a good girl for me, taking my cock like this, don’t worry i won’t give you charges princess, no one has to know. ” he looks at you firmly.

- you shake uncontrollably. poor girl can’t take all that cock inside of her :(

- you were making his pants all wet from your juices, all the mixed sensations of him nipping at your soft skin, his thumb pressed to your clit and his cock in you was enough to send you over the edge.

- “fuckfuckfuck-” you whimper out as you come undone on him, your cunt fluttering around his fat cock.

- “you’re doing so good for me.” he says as he carries your waist up as he thrusts inside you and spills his cum inside of you.

- he quickly pulls out, pushing you to lay down on the car seat.

- chief swan got on his knees, pulls you panties to the side and started lapping at your freshly fucked cunt, his mustache tickling your clit as his mouth worked on you.

- you squeezed your legs together, pinning his head steady between your legs as he overstimulated you, as you squirm and pull on his hair.

- he suddenly knelt up, slapping his cock on your clothed cunt, rubbing it up and down your slit.

- your eyes roll back so far back it felt like you could see the back of your skull.

- “officer please-” you moaned out, chest heaving. everything about him was intoxicating. you fucking in a police car only added to the thrill, the scent of sex and his cheap cologne filled your lungs.

- “please what? use your words sweetheart.” he said between groans, as he held your chin with one hand so you could make eye contact with him.

- his thrusts became more erratic and his hips stuttered.

- “please cum on my face officer..” you said embarrassed. you couldn’t believe this filth was coming out your mouth.

- he knelt up, rapidly stroking his length as his seed painted your delicate face.

- meeting chief swan was definitely an experience.

happy father’s day to all my dilfs out there