#billy bow tie

[spookikookiboo]

Obsession

Is Bill a muse or obsession?

~Spooki🖤

[inquirewithbillcipher]

I'm new here so hi! So Bill have you ever met any alternate versions of yourself? If so what are your thoughts on them?

Anyway I hope you have a nice day!

Yello there newbie!

Hope you have a fine day yourself!

-Bill

(Credit to these many marvelous Bill's are below! Thank you for letting me doodle your fantastical chaos dealers!)

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@theautismgoblin

@rainbillcipher

@stargaze-ren

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@ciphersummers

[mensuited]

[wineauntie]

FAMILY IS FAMILY— quinn hughes x single mother!reader

summary: when your daughter comes home from school crying, you and Quinn try to get to the bottom of it.

note: I focused so much on Quinn and your daughter’s relationship, because I think they are the cutest!

warnings: use of y/n, fem!reader, use of names: Billy, Rosie, Evie, and Ollie— change them if they’re your name, fluff, Quinn being soft as hell, nicknames like honey, sweetheart, baby, and bug. Q being dad material.

word count: 2.1k+

Your eyes darted around the preschool as you sat on the plastic chair in the reception. You'd received a call approximately twenty-two minutes ago from your child's teacher claiming that your four year old daughter, Evie, wouldn't and couldn't stop crying. To say you had dropped everything and rushed over immediately would be an understatement. The door to your left opened, revealing Evie wailing as she clutched her teacher's hand. You leapt to your feet, bundling your little girl in your arms.

"Oh, baby," you hushed, your hand clutching her head to your shoulder. Your daughter twisted her little fists into your jumper, sniffling as you turned to the teacher. "What prompted this?" You questioned, taking deep breaths to remain calm.

"I'm sorry, Ms. Y/L/N," the teacher grimaced, "it started after playtime, she was talking with her friends one moment and crying the next. I tried to understand what had happened but she wouldn't say. I'm really sorry…"

"It's fine," you sighed, cradling Evie closely as your hand ran through her hair. "I'll sign her out and take her home for the rest of the day."

It was no less than five minutes later when you buckled Evie into her car seat, and her crying eventually calmed, leaving tear-streaked cheeks and reddened wide eyes the only evidence that she'd even been so distraught.

"Mom, is Winnie at home?" Evie croaked, her bottom lip trembling as you tightened the last strap. Your lips quirked up momentarily at the name.

Quinn Hughes— or "Winnie" as your little girl proclaimed, had been your boyfriend of two years. You'd met him when Evie was just over two years old and he'd fallen head over heels. You'd been reluctant to get yourself into a relationship, especially since a relationship wouldn't just affect your life but also your daughter's. He'd understood and had taken things slowly, not pushing or pulling you in any way. He ensured that you had full control over the pace of the relationship, having a complete comprehension of exactly what was at stake.

When you'd eventually introduced him to Evie, he had been enraptured, vowing to protect and love the both of you. Evie, who had yet been able to master the pronunciation of the letter 'Q', had been quick to fall in love with "Winnie" and practically turned to him with every problem she faced. He taught her to tie her laces and how to skate.

The latter was the moment you knew Quinn was the one for you.

You remembered as he'd crouched in front of your sweet girl and helped her lace up her skates, whispering words of encouragement with a small smile. The rest of the Canucks and their families had gathered for the family skate, and your heart had warmed at the thought that Quinn had chosen you and Evie to be a part of it.

You had watched from the sidelines as Quinn had half-carried Evie around the ice, his hands firmly under her armpits as he grinned and let her skate-clad feet skin across the ice. He was cautious as he weaved through the various Canucks and their respective families on the ice, making sure Evie was careful and remained unhurt as she giggled and chatted with Quinn the entire session.

You let out a small chuckle, returning to the present as you bowed your head before brushing your thumb over Evie's cheekbone.

"Yeah, Winnie's at home, baby…c’mon, let’s go see him.”

-

Once you'd unlocked the door, Evie had practically sprinted through the apartment ahead of you. You shut the door behind you and followed her trail until you arrived at the kitchen.

Evie was clutching Quinn's leg from where he’d abandoned the sandwich he was making on the counter top. He was laughing down at the girl whose arms and legs wrapped around him like a koala.

"Hey, Bug," Quinn laughed, slowly detaching the girl from his leg so that he could crouch down and be eye-to-eye with Evie. "You're home early." The girl shyly looked down at her hands, before she glanced back at you to explain. Quinn's eyes followed Evie's eyeline as his warm eyes locked with yours.

"The school called," you explained, crouching down on the other side of Evie. "This little one was crying and couldn't stop, they didn't know what to do…wouldn't tell her teacher or me why either."

"Crying?" Quinn's eyebrows furrowed together as he retrained his eyes on your daughter. Evie bit her little lip and weaved her hand into Quinn's nervously. "Why were you crying, bug?"

"'s nothing," Evie whispered, her rounded eyes welling with tears. You moved closer as Evie looked towards you before leaning closer to Quinn. "It'll make mommy sad." Quinn's lips formed an oh and glanced at you in worry.

"Evie, baby," you sighed quietly, your hand cupping her face lovingly. "Whatever happened won't make me sad."

"Pinky promise,"

You locked your finger around Evie's outstretched pinky and looked your daughter straight in the eyes.

"I promise,"

Those words were all it took for Evie to begin to cry again. You and Quinn sprung into action immediately stroking her back and hair, comforting your girl as she vibrated with sadness.

"Billy and Ollie said I'm a freak because I don't have a dad," she stammered, her speech broken with sobs. "And I tried to tell them I had a Q, but they just laughed!" Your heart broke as you made eye contact with a concerned Quinn, whose hand remained on Evie's trembling back.

"I told them that Q is just the same!" Evie now cried harder, avoiding Quinn's eyes. "But they didn't believe me, Mom, they said I was being silly! That Winnie was just a boy you clawed onto— that's what their mommies said!"

"Oh, baby girl," you soothed, pressing a kiss to Evie's hairline. You bit your lip in discontent. You knew that some of the other parents at the preschool talked about you behind your back- hell, it's not as if they were secretive over it.

You'd heard them theorise how you'd gotten Quinn in your grasp, how you'd gotten the captain of the Canucks to love you.

It was hurtful to hear, especially when you tried so hard to hide those harmful words from Evie. Seeing your fallen face, Quinn cleared his throat and shuffled closer to Evie.

"Evie," he began softly, tilting his head to try to make your daughter look at him. Evie slowly lifted her head, embarrassment flooding her face as she fidgeted with Quinn's head. "C'mon now, breathe for me…there we go." Evie gulped in some air through her sobs.

"That's it, sweetheart," Quinn spoke slowly. He waited for the girl to calm down before he continued. "Bug…firstly, you weren't being silly, and I'm sorry those boys were mean to you." He looked to you as you silently urged for him to continue.

"Secondly, you, me and your mom are a family," he continued, his voice steady and reassuring. "and we mightn't look like other families, but we are one. Families aren't all the same."

"Like how Rosie next door has two moms?" Evie murmured quietly as if unsure of her answer, she looked to Quinn and you for reassurance.

"Exactly!" Quinn smiled faintly, his hand tucking a strand of hair behind Evie's ear. The girl ducked her head with a shy grin. "What matters is what you feel here," he gently poked the spot above her heart, "not what other people may think."

Your eyes welled with tears as you watched Quinn talk so lovingly and with so much care. You watched as Evie reciprocated the affection, your heart full of warmth for the two of them.

"And just to add on," Quinn softly said, reaching your eyes once again. "I'm the one with claws in your mom and you, and I promise I'll be the best Q, for as long as you and your mom let me. No matter how many mean boys say otherwise."

Evie nodded and slowly shifted towards Quinn, falling into his as he opened his arms to hug her. You watched as she nuzzled her head into his shoulder, his hands lightly squeezing her.

Your eyes watered once more as she pulled away from him with a small, familiar smile, all semblance of tears long gone.

"Why don't you go get changed, honey?" You gently suggest, "We can have a movie day, yeah?"

Evie nodded rapidly with a sudden and wide grin. She looked between you and Quinn, giggling as she stepped towards you and wrapped her arms over your shoulders before releasing you and running towards her bedroom.

-

The three of you had spent the evening on the couch, all of you adorning pyjamas and hoodies, curled beneath blankets as the third animated movie played throughout the living room. Quinn sat to your left, your head resting against his chest as Evie drifted off to sleep on your lap, her hand loosely grabbing Quinn's in her restful state.

You yawned silently, your hand covering your mouth causing Quinn to glance down at the two of you. With a tender smile and a chaste kiss on your forehead, he slowly shifted to turn off the television. He carefully lifted your body off of his before bending down to face you.

"Want me to take her to her bed?" He whispered, his hand brushing your mussed hair back out of your face.

"Please," you muttered in reply, your hands smoothing circles over Evie's sleeping form. "I think my body has gone dead."

Quinn chuckled briefly before slowly removing Evie from your grip and holding her close to his chest, his hand cradled behind her head as if she were a baby once again. He carefully moved around the couch, allowing you to stretch out your body that tingled with pins and needles. With another yawn, you gradually stood to your feet and made your way down the hall towards Evie's bedroom.

You softly opened the ajar door further, your tired eyes landing on Quinn who sat on the edge of Evie's bed, tucking her under the duvet. You watched as Evie nuzzled into the comfort of her bed as Quinn ran a hand over her hair, pressing a kiss to her forehead- quite like what he had done for you only moments ago. Evie mumbled in her sleep, your heart clenching as she reached out to clasp Quinn's shirt.

"Night, Dad,"

You froze at the door, Evie's sleep-riddled words echoing around her room. Quinn's head snapped around towards you, a shocked expression plastered across his every feature. A second passed before Quinn pulled himself together and kissed her forehead again.

"Night, bug,"

He pulled away, swiftly making his way to your side as you quietly shut Evie's door. The two of you stood close together, your lip between your teeth in anxiety.

"She just called me dad," Quinn murmured, glancing towards the bedroom door.

"I know," You answered, your eyes searching his for any panic or horror. "I…how did you…do you mind it?!"

"She called me dad!" Quinn gathered you in his arms, crashing his lips to yours as he lifted you off the ground. Your hands intertwined around your neck as you reciprocated his loving kiss, your heart swelling with joy at how elated he seemed.

The room seemed to hold its breath as Quinn slowly lowered you back to the ground, his eyes never leaving yours. It was as if time had frozen, all the worries and doubts dissipating into the air. At that moment, you knew that everything was going to be alright. The love between the two of you had always been strong, but this milestone, this connection that Evie had just unknowingly solidified, felt like a beautiful blessing.

"I love you," you choked out, your voice filled with emotions that couldn't possibly be conveyed in those three simple words alone. "So much…"

"I love you too," Quinn replied, his voice filled with a sincerity that touched your soul. "And I love her, our little bug, more than words can explain."

The weight of his words hung in the air, the realisation of what you both were embarking on sinking deep within your hearts. You found comfort in each other's arms, the world outside of the shared apartment fading away as you held onto one another. The future suddenly felt bright, filled with the promise of shared laughter, tears, and unforgettable moments.

As you rested your head against Quinn's chest, you could feel his heartbeat syncing with yours, a rhythmic reminder of the love that enveloped you both. The path ahead might not always be easy, but with each other by your sides, you were ready to face whatever came your way.

He is the cutest and I want to put this man in my pocket and carry him around with me <3

[joojconverts]

4T3 Conversion of TwentiethCenturySims' Catalogue

A 4t3 conversion of (most of) twentiethcenturysims' catalogue for all your sims! I truly hope you like it! Enjoy! <3

In this compilation are included sets, mini-sets and standalone pieces that the original creator made! Recolors, posepacks, fantasy items, repeated pieces (things very similar to what I've already converted in the past), and pieces categorized as "timeless" are not included!

This is what I've been working on haha! My last statement for some time... thank you all so much, once again! 💖

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Known Problems:

The trim on the "Wilma Casual Dress" (purple dress with bow) gets a bit wonky at the end of the skirt! I tried to fix it in many different ways, but this is what I got!

The pleads on the "French Hen Dress" also get a bit wonky, same as above!

LIGHTING GLITCHES ONLY APPEAR ON CAS!

* Note that teens and elders have neck gaps. This is sadly the price for having them available! For teens, try using this and this slider by gruesim!

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ALL OG CREDITS GO T​O @twentiethcenturysims! IT’S NOT MY MESHES, AND IT’S NOT MY TEXTURES, I JUST CONVERTED THEM TO THE SIMS 3!

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NOTES:

Because TwentiethCenturySims is a great creator, his whole catalogue is quite low-poly and gameplay friendly, so don't worry about that!

All 3 hats are hat-slider compatible and unissex, as always!

The Ida, Annie and Elsie dresses (gingham and flowers pattern) all have 11 presets. First 10 are overlays, having multiple floral options, but with collars, buttons and bows being recolorable. Last one is completely recolorable!

The "baby sweater" (green sweater with black tie) has 4 presets, first two having christmas-like patterns, third one having a knitted pattern, and last one being completely CAStable!

The "baby dress" (red dress with white collar) has 12 presets. 6 first presets have a velvety texture which is recolorable, with 5 flower options to the collar, and one without the flowers. Same applies to the other 6, but they don't have the velvet texture to the dress!

The "baby hat" also comes with 2 presets, one having a velvety texture, and the other one not!

The "Havana jacket" (orange jacket with white shirt) has 31 presets. First one is completely recolorable, and the other 30 are a variety of overlay patterns to the white shirt. The jacket stays recolorable in all of them!

The "Eleanor 1930's Dress" (green dress with bow) has 6 presets. First 4 have overlay patterned presets to the dress, but the bow, collar and trim stay recolorable. The last 2 are completely CAStable!

The "Piper Dress" (kids' dress with blue bow) has 4 presets. The first 4 have overlay patterned presets on the dress, but the rest remains recolorable! The last one is completely recolorable!

The "Goose Suit" (kids' gray suit) has 3 presets. First two have different patterns checkered patterns, and the last one is plain. In all of them the collar is an overlay texture.

The "Ruffles the Clown Costume" has 2 presets, having two different stripe options.

The "Billy Sailor Suit" (Toddler's sailor-inspired outfit) has 2 presets, with two different mask options. The second one has three little recolorable circles on the belt.

The "Darlene Sailor Dress" is the same as the above, but reversed haha!

The "Swan Suit" (houndstooth patterned suit) is totally recolorable, though it may not seem like it lol! I added the houndstooth pattern from CAS, which you can remove and put anything you want instead!

The "Bonnie Two-Piece Dress" (checkered dress with buttons) has two versions: the AF-EF version, as usual, and a teen-age conversion, just because I feel like it'd be useful to you!

The "Viola 1930's Dress" (yellow stripes and brooch dress) has 5 presets. The first, second and last presets are totally recolorable, having different mask options! Third and fourth presets have floral patterned overlays on the dress, but the collar, belt, etc. remains recolorable! The brooch looks a bit off without the accessory overlay, which is the next note!

There is an overlay/color mix accessory for the brooch on the "Viola Dress, which can be found in the socks category. It gives a multiplier (details) to the brooch, as well as making it fully recolorable! If you're going to use the dress, I highly recommend only using it with the accessory activated! It has a separate thumbnail, as seen in the previews!

As you saw on the previews, there are two buy mode objects: a highchair and a potty, both for your babies! They're found where these objects are usually found (Kids -> Baby Furniture). The potty costs §30, and the highchair costs §100!

You probably noticed the 4 skirt thumbnails (with its half options) at the bottom. Because I don't want this post to be gigantic, I'll link to the original post where twentiethcenturysims explains how to use them and their purposes: HERE! Yes, they're found under "accessories"!

I think that's all haha! Now to the download! <3

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Credits:

@twentiethcenturysims for all the meshes and textures; you can find everything here!

💖 @katsujiiccfinds​​​ @emilyccfinds​​​ @kpccfinds​​​  @xto3conversionsfinds

[suzukiblu]

WIP excerpt for @qwertynerd97; the one where Billy adopts Conner and it actually goes pretty good! Cut for length.

“Sure,” Lynn says, and Billy gets up and thinks to himself–okay, if they’ve got a few minutes before they need to leave . . . 

“There’s one thing,” he says, then ducks into the hall and into the linen closet where he hid Tawky’s stuffed animal form, ‘cause he wasn’t really sure if Lynn would feel outnumbered meeting them both at once, and also wasn’t sure if Kid Flash’s parents would have opinions about wild animals in the apartment and all. Not that Tawky’s wild, obviously–Tawky is a respectable gentleman! But some people don’t understand that, so it just seemed smarter to avoid the issue for now. He didn’t want to make the first time Lynn met Tawky weird or awkward. 

Tawky’s the best. Billy definitely doesn’t want Lynn to get a bad first impression of him because somebody else doesn’t get that. 

“. . . what thing?” Lynn asks after a moment. Billy brushes Tawky’s fur into careful order, because he knows Tawky hates to look messy, then straightens his little bow tie and nice tweed cardigan for him even though they don’t really need it. Tawky wanted to look nice today, for meeting Lynn and all. Billy understood, so he got the magic to make him something to wear too, and he thinks Tawky looks really gentlemanly and refined! 

“I can introduce you, if you’re ready to come out?” he offers, taking Tawky back down the hall and out into the living room with him. It’s not a great time for Tawky to turn into his real form, since they’re indoors and Batman might get the wrong idea about a full-sized tiger suddenly showing up, and also none of the furniture is really gonna fit him at full-size either. Billy makes a mental note to buy more beanbag chairs when they can. He’ll have to ask Batman where he got the ones that’re already here, so they’ll match and all. Or at least be complementary, anyway? He really wants the apartment to look nice for Lynn. 

He hopes Lynn and Tawky get along. Tawky’s his best friend, and Lynn’s his kid, so it’d really suck if they didn’t. And Tawky’s great, and he’s already sure Lynn is too, so he’d hate for them to miss out on making . . . friends, he guesses? 

Well, maybe that’s a little weird. Not that Lynn doesn’t already have a lot of older friends, and obviously Billy does too, but if they’re all gonna be living together, welllll . . . 

Lynn comes out into the hall and Billy brightens reflexively and grins over at him. Lynn’s still wearing the same Superman T-shirt and stuff, but his backpack’s gone. Billy feels pretty good about that. He never felt safe enough in new foster homes to leave his backpack anywhere, no matter who else was in it. Lynn doesn’t have the same experience, obviously, but it’s still reassuring that he’s at least comfortable enough to leave his bag unattended. 

Also, hopefully means he’s not planning to sneak off and run away when they go out. 

“Introduce me to who?” Lynn asks, folding his arms across his chest and looking uncomfortable. 

“This is your Uncle Tawky!” Billy introduces cheerfully, holding Tawky out to him. Lynn stares at him. Then he stares at Billy. 

“. . . a stuffed tiger?” he says slowly. 

“He’s a gentleman,” Billy reassures him, still holding Tawky out to let them both get a good look at each other. He and Tawky already talked about both being careful not to scare Lynn, since they didn’t think he’d be used to tigers or know if Cadmus would’ve told him anything about them. And Lynn’s really little, so he might get freaked out easier than an actual sixteen year-old would, Billy figures. 

. . . well, he guesses actual sixteen year-olds get freaked out by tigers too, depending on the situation? But Lynn’s invulnerable, sooooo . . . kind of hard to guess either way? 

Better safe than sorry, Tawky had said, and Billy had decided that made sense. It’s not like Tawky minds being a stuffed animal, anyway, and a stuffed tiger definitely fits into the apartment better than a thousand-pound one would. And maybe Lynn will like having a stuffed animal around anyway, since he’s technically a baby and all. He’s probably never had one, right? And Tawky really does give the best hugs. 

“. . . Uncle Tawky,” Lynn says, glancing warily at Tawky again. 

“Oh, he’s not your literal uncle,” Billy clarifies. He probably should’ve been clearer about that, considering. “Like I said, I don’t actually have any family or anything except you and my uncle, and he’s awful. But Tawky’s not like that at all! He’s my best friend.” 

“. . . you know how old I am, right?” Lynn asks skeptically, raising an eyebrow at him. 

“Yeah,” Billy says, giving him a puzzled look at the question. Lynn’s four days old. Or almost four days old, anyway. Billy figures the in-pod time was more like an in-utero situation, considering. He’s not sure why Lynn’s asking him that right now, though? 

“. . . . . . right,” Lynn says, then reaches out and very gingerly takes Tawky from him. He holds him kind of awkwardly, so Billy figures he was right about Lynn never having a stuffed animal before. It’s great that they’re already getting along, though! He didn’t think Lynn would want to hold Tawky right away. He seems kind of . . . reserved? Shy? 

Maybe both, really. 

“He can stay in your room, if you want,” Billy offers. “He’ll protect you!”

“. . . sure,” Lynn says, looking mystified as he looks down at Tawky again. Billy figures it’s just the whole thing with not having had a stuffed animal before and beams encouragingly at him. 

“Great!” he says happily, clapping his hands together once. He knows Lynn’s invulnerable, obviously, but he’ll just feel a lot better knowing Tawky’s around to help keep an eye on Lynn whenever he’s busy with Justice League missions and Champion of Magic duties. Plus Tawky’s really good at eating nightmares and stuff like that? And nightmares suck for little kids, so Billy thinks that’ll probably help too. 

He's so glad they’re already getting along.

[violetpixiedust]

thinking about innocent angelic!reader being a risqué burlesque dancer, and catching the attention of billy. (mdni) (pt. 2) ౨ৎ

the bar is stifling, as cowboys, coal miners, and married men alike fill the wooden walls with cigar smoke and pungent whisky breath, thick and heavy amidst the humid air. jesse’s already pulling billy closer to the front of the stage with his bruised hand clasped along the younger man’s shoulder, knocking past gorging men too drunk to spit out a threat or chance them a second glance.

the tinny music starts up just as the pair find a good view point. billy glances around stoically from beneath the dark brim of his hat as the men around him practically hop out of their wooden seats, cheering and yelling at the empty stage as if the beheading of a rebel were about to occur. it isn’t until you come out that he realizes the validity of their reactions.

your soft hair reflects against the warm amber oil lamps above you. it’s done up in an intricate hairdo, littered with silk bows and pearls, royal. billy let’s his cobalt eyes drag down your angelic figure, eyeing the lacy little corset dress that hugged your waist. complete with spaghetti straps and a minuscule hem that left the petal soft skin of your arms and legs bare, save for your knee length stockings. he felt a white hot light burn within his core, releasing a hushed, but pitiful breath at the sight of your near naked frame prancing around the stage.

your glossy smile was bright, framed with a darker shade along your cupid’s bow, emphasizing to the lone cowboy just how plump your lips were. you seemed excited, happy even, but there was a light behind your eyes that grew dimmer with each foul remark spit your way, each taunt, each coin tossed at your heeled mary janes. you longed to be on the big stage. you wanted to preform for artists, you wanted to be in the pictures-

your set is nearly finished. you twirl, just like a ballerina figurine trapped within the confines of a music box. with every spot of your turns you see a handsome man dressed in deep indigo, holster on his hip, hat tilted, hypnotic eyes watching your every move from behind his glass of whisky. he’s oddly quiet, however his chapped lips are parted, revealing that not even he is immune to your siren song. you can’t take your eyes off of him once you regain your footing, neglecting your big sign off to unravel the baby pink ribbon that previously sat in a bow around your neck. the crowd grows cruder at your actions, but you, unknowing to the bigger picture, only point to the outlaw in two counties that the townsfolk call “billy”. his lips form into a subtle smirk, only widening when his blonde friend pushes him forward teasingly, half finished drink handed off to one of the many drunks in the now jealous crowd.

he trots over to you easily, following the manicured call of your curled pointer finger. you’re stood at the edge of the stage, bent over to meet his eye-line. he’s even prettier up close, you think, with your ever softening doe eyes. sun kissed skin stained with dirt and sweat, complimented by a strong bone structure. brunette locks that curl out from beneath his hat, matching eyelashes that frame his darkening eyes as they gaze at you. you giggle softly, a shy, tinkling sound that has billy fighting back his grin. as quickly as you can, you tie your ribbon around his large wrist. a wave of heat rushes through every avenue of your body as you note the size difference of your hands, leaving you tingly and warm. despite being a burlesque dancer, you weren’t the most experienced- besides one or two men who found themselves in the boarding house a bit ago, but you knew lots of tricks from your burlesque sisters, and you were eager to put them to good use with the handsome stranger in front of you- if he would let you.

billy’s heady gaze drops towards your lips as you place a sticky kiss along the corner of his mouth, just catching the prickle of his stubble. you can feel billy’s breath hitch ever so slightly, as the salty taste of his skin causes your long eyelashes to flutter. “meet me backstage after the show. please?” he all but nods at your pleading, letting his usually rough hand brush a loose lock behind your ear as gently as he could. with a good southern-natured tilt of his hat and rosy cheeks, billy gives you a crooked smile that you couldn’t help but flush at.

“yes, m’am.”

[tanuki-kimono]

Hello, I have a weird question but maybe you can answer it. When I was a teenager I was gifted a yukata and taught to tie the obi to make it look like a bow. That was cute then, but now that I'm in my mid 30s I wonder if this is still appropriate. Are there other ways to tie the obi of a yukata that are maybe a bit more mature ? I love wearing my yukata, but I'm starting to get self-conscious about maybe being too old for that… (I only wear it for matsuri in Japan so it's not like it's often, but it makes me even more self-conscious because I am very clearly not Japanese so I don't want to look ridiculous.) Thank you !

Hi fellow mid-30's kimono wearer :D It's true some styles can feel a bit weird depending on ages.

Though nothing truly forbids you to keep wearing bunko musubi, if you don't feel confortable with a bow knot or its variations (for ex. this one or this one?), don't despair! there are many (like MANY) other knots which would work with your age and "status" :D

If you wish for something classical, I'd recommend:

Kai no kuchi musubi (clam mouth knot) - a super all purpose knot, worn by women and men alike. It's been around for ages and never went out of style!

Ronin musubi (ronin knot) or katabasami - unisex knots that have been around for a long time too, pretty sturdy and chic.

Karuta musubi (card knot) - easy to tie and quite flat so perfect if you have to ride a car/train or sit on Western chairs.

Taiko musubi (drum knot) or tsunodashi musubi (also called Ginza musubi) - you can fake those ones (usually tied with wider obi) with a hanhaba obi, see examples here and here.

More on the novelty side :

Kamifusen musubi (paper balloon knot) - a more whimsical knot but could still work depending on your style. It asks for preparation but it's very cute :)

Neko mimi musubi (cat ears knot) - there are many variations, with or without hanhaba obi - look at this one for ex

Not-tied obi, a super modern way of wearing obi. Ayaaya has a lot a those, check for example this one and look at her socials for more (especially "frilly" variations)

Any variations of what I call the "waterfall" musubi, where obi ends are elegantly arranged thanks to elastique belts. It's super fashionable atm, see it shown step by step on Billy Matsunaga's channel.

To go further, searching for "hanhaba obi musubi" will gives you a lot of other ideas ;)

Hope it helps, and that you'll have a lot of fun at matsuri!

[unamused-boss]

All Wrapped Up

Billy Hargrove x Fem reader

18+, SMUT Summary: It's the Christmas Eve, joy fills the air. With so much excitement you just couldn't help but give Billy his Christmas gift early. And how excited he was to unwrap it.

You could not believe you were doing this. Yeah you and Billy did a lot of stuff when having sex but the thought of lingerie made your cheeks go red. You never understood why. Probably due to the fact it felt like you were being put of display but that's what you wanted, to be put on display for Billy to devour.

You brought the silk ribbon from your back going over your perky breasts. The ribbon covered your nipples to be tied into a bow in the middle. You looked into the mirror to make sure it was in place. Along with your red lacy, crotchless, panties hanging from your hips as it dipped into your thighs and ass. The sheer fabric of the robe just brought it all together. The front door to your home was opened then shut with a thud.

"Babe!" Billy called. "I'm home, where are you?"

You quickly set yourself on the bed. "I'm in the bedroom!" Slow footsteps made their way to your shared bedroom. The door opened and there he stood. Billy just stared at you with awe.

"What's this?" He grinned. You swiftly got up to make your way in front of him, slowly unbuttoning his shirt to expose his chiseled chest. 'damn I'd lick his sweat of of that' the voice in your head said.

"Your Christmas gift." You simply answered stepping forward, bringing the bow that sat between your breasts to his chest. "I thought you could unwrap it better then I could." Billy just smiled at you. Your hands went down to bring his into yours, you guide him to the bed. He lays down so you could be on top, his rough hand resting on your hips.

"So, you gonna unwrap your present?" You spoke to him with a smile. You take his hands from your hip; guiding them to the ribbon the=at held your breasts. He grabbed the end to pull the bow apart which caused your tits to fall with a bounce.

"Damn." Billy gasped. You take the ribbon froths hand then lead his wrists to the head board of the bed to tie them up. "What are you doing?"

"Giving you, you're present." You simply answered. You slide back off of his stomach to the tent that is now in his pants. Your pussy just sitting on top. Brining your hip into a grinding motion, pressing into his erection. Billy's grunting was mellow but very deep.

"Shit babe, stop teasing." He whined. You bring your hands down to his pants, swiftly undoing his belt and zipper. Moving his boxers out of the way. Just for his cock to spring out curving toward his stomach.

"Shit." You moaned. Rising onto your knees, angling yourself just right, and setting your self down onto his throbbing cock. You gasped. You place your hands onto his chest for balance. Your hips move in an up and down motion. Grinding huffing, moaning, taking all of him into you. You feel every vein and twitch. The pace quickening, you nothing are moaning now. It's so delicious, if you could do this every day you would.

Then Billy bucks his hips forward. Sending a shock wave through your body. His thrusts your getting a bit rougher and erotic. With you simply just being bounced on his cock, moving your hand to undo the ribbon. Just a slight tug and they were free. His hands came down like a force onto your hips. Keeping you in place.

"Yeah, baby." He grunted. "Just like that." Moving his thrust even fast. Pounding upward into you. Your moaning was pornographic almost, every thrust, every tight grip, a new sound came out of young way or the other.

"Keep-keep going." You panted. Rushing going through your core to your stomach. A tightening feeling. You were about to burst. Billy's movements started to slow down.

"What are you doing?" You whined.

"Something you'll love." His breath reaching your neck, hot kisses placed there. His mouth went from your jaw to your collarbone. HIs grip still tight on your thighs and his cock still buried in you. He sets your back onto the bed, you're just looking up to him in wonder. He takes the red ribbon from before tying your wrists to the bed. You whined at the loss of movement.

"Hold still baby girl." He said. 'You're gonna love this."

He takes his hands from the under of your thighs, squeezing the plush fat on them making you moan. His guides your legs up so that your knees meet your shoulders. Moaning at the flexing of your muscles.

"Are you ready?" He grunted. The simple nod was all he needed. A force was thrusted into you. His rough hands on your skins, his mouth on your neck, his cock slamming into you so deep. No words can describe the sensation on the feeling.

Moans and wets slaps filled the room. Billy's thrusts becoming faster with every new breath. Your brain can't keep up, it was to enjoyable.

"Beg for me." He purred into your ear. "Beg." His thrusts getting even rougher.

"Please-ah-please don't stop-Ah!" You moaned out. "You're all I want Billy!"

Billy's thrusts driving deeper within you. A floodgate of pleasure building up inside the both of you waiting to burst open. The sound of your wet thrusts continue in the air.

"Ah- I'm gonna cum- ah ah ah." You moaned.

"Good." He grunted. He pounded into you. As his thrusts slowed down, the force did not.

Electricity shot through your pussy. You both moaned out as you came undone. It felt amazing, his cock pumping into you. Your moans mellowed out a bit. Billy brings himself up, pulling his cock out of you.

"Ah-ah~" You moan at the sensation. The bands of your crotchless panties now soaked from both of your combined fluids. Billy came down to your lips, pressing a soft but hot kiss into them. Your lips were molded for each other.

"That was the best Christmas present ever." Billy huffed when he released your lips. You just giggled at him. Billy quickly got one of the wet wipes of the night stand to clean you up with. The cool wipe on your hot core caused you to moan a bit. Once Billy was down he took the time to remove your panties from your thighs. Showing both the wipe and underwear onto the floor.

Billy came back up to your neck, "You're the best princess." then placed kisses on to your neck. He un wrapped your wrists from the bed. Kissing the red lines that formed from the tugging. Billy brought you into a warm, and naked, embrace.

You and Billy are absolutely obsessed with each other. That fact will never change. You both now lay with in each others arms. You going to sleep of the sound of Billy's heat beat. As well as Billy going to sleep at the thought of you receiving your gift tomorrow. But that will happen in due time. For now the two choose to fall asleep in their sex hazed slumber.

hope up you enjoyed this story!

And have a Merry Christmas, Happy Hanukkah, and Happy Kwanzaa!

And may the new year treat you well.

[all-alone-he-turns-to-stone]

Sway Me Now

Billy Butcher Masterlist

Summary: For one mission, they have to work together. But after last time, can Butcher really trust her? As tension grows, they inevitably end up on the dance floor and have to dance to keep their cover. And right there, all the anger turns into something else. Can they really finish up the mission now? Pairing: Billy Butcher x F!Reader Rating: 18+ Warning: implied smut but nothing explicit, The Boys level of violence, ennemy to lovers, tension, sexual tension, anger, dancing, fighting Word Count: 3946 ​​ A/n: This fic was requested by @mightyhemsworthy​! So sorry it took so long!

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It wasn't his idea. Truth was, he was completely and irrevocably against it. But Hughie had the annoying capacity to convince everyone, including him. As soon as he used his secret weapon, his puppy eyes, everyone flinched.

"It's a shitty idea," he repeated for the hundredth time. Running his hand slowly through his beard, Butcher looked in the mirror to observe himself from all angles. He hadn't worn anything this fancy in so long.

The costume was very beautiful, there was no doubt about it. The black fabric was soft to the touch, a little reflective, showing its expensive price. The white button up shirt was a little tight so Butcher didn't hesitate to untie his bow tie to loosen a button.

"Who would have thought you could rock a suit."

Butcher closed his eyes and let out a long, telling sigh. That voice, he could never forget it.

"Who the fuck let you in, luv?"

His eyes still closed, Butcher turned to face the woman who haunted his nights… Both in a good and in a bad way.

"The little guy with the blue eyes. He's the one that called me and begged me to come here for your shitty plan."

Butcher's lips twitched in an uncomfortable spasm. Why did it have to be her, out of all the possible choices?

"Not. My. Plan," Butcher finally opened his eyes to place them on the woman in front of him. And for once, he was glad he could keep an unfazed face in any situation, because the view in front of him...

Y/n was leaning against the door frame. Her silhouette illuminated by the light behind her made her look like an angel… but he knew the demon hidden behind her beauty. She wore a red dress so tight, the fabric looked and probably felt like a second skin. The length came below her knees, but there was a slit on the side that went up to her hip, exposing her leg. Butcher couldn't help but stare at that bare part, exposed flesh that made him salivate. After long seconds of impossible scenarios passing through his mind, he managed to raise his eyes. The top of the dress was low cut just enough to show off her assets but also hid some to leave room for the imagination.

To finish up her look, her hair was curled and tied in a bun, small strands falling on either side of her face.

So lost in the contemplation of the woman in front of him, Butcher didn't immediately notice that she was doing the same to him. Her eyes roamed up and down her body, burning and interested in the sight.

He wasn't used to being looked at like that. Not in a long time, at least. Feeling himself losing control over her expressions, Butcher cleared her throat to bring the focus back to what was important and what she was there for. The mission.

Y/n was biting her lip in interest when he spoke.

"Did Hughie tell you his plan?"

-

“Alright. So the target’s name is Edmundo Rodriguez. I texted you a picture.”

Sitting at the bar, Butcher was sipping a nice glass of strong whiskey when M.M's voice rang loudly in his ear. By reflex, he tried to remove the piece from his ear, but a hand was faster and stopped him.

“We got the picture,” the person next to him muttered discreetly against her wrist, her silver bracelet hiding the microphone allowing her to communicate with the base of operations. The truck was parked further on the road outside the manor, M.M and Hughie ready to guide them if necessary. Y/n slid the phone on the counter by his drink so Butcher glanced at it quickly.

“That motherfucker looks like all the other motherfucking in here, how the hell are ye gunna find him, eh?” 

“I don’t care how you do!” M.M's voice once again sounded loudly in his ear. Butcher grimaced. He definitely hated this plan. Hated the mission. “Just do it. Target should be in the VIP section.”

“Sure thing, we just need to get in there now, do we?”

Turning his head to the left and then the right, Butcher mentally noted everything around him again. The room was full of people, cocktails in hand, dancing, talking and laughing out loud. A real bunch of money cows, good at milking the poor to fill their pockets. And they called that event a charity gala? It stank of scam.

The phone disappeared from the counter as Y/n grabbed it. Butcher followed the gesture and watched her put it back in her bag. Again, his breath got caught in his throat at the beauty of the woman next to him, and his frustration grew.

“Are you gonna stop being a baby for one night?” She sighed, turning to him completely. After crossing one leg above the other, she leaned against her hand, her elbow against the counter. She narrowed her eyes at him, clearly judging him with her gaze.

“Only when you’ll stop being a greedy bitch,” Butcher replied, mimicking her posture to face her as well. He grabbed his glass and put it to his lips, but decided not to drink from it at the last second. “Why are you even here eh? We don't need ya, like we didn't need ya last time either.”

"Oh, if that's how you say thank you, then fuck you!" Straightening slightly, Y/n swiveled towards the bar to order a drink, but Butcher interrupted her.

“I won’t say thank you, hun, not after what you did last time.”

“You’re still mad about that!” 

This time, the two were face to face, standing on their feet, their faces so close they could feel each other’s body heat.

“I’ll always be mad that you betrayed us and joined the fucking enemy.”

The only reason she could answer him at the same height was the 4 inch heels that adorned her feet. “You know why I did that!” Noticing she was raising her voice, Y/n looked around. Her gaze wandered behind Butcher for a moment, then she grabbed his arm to pull him even closer to her. “Now's not the fucking time. I'm there, like it or not,” she whispered, her face so close he could admire every detail of her beautiful eyes. “The guards are looking at us, we're making a scene and getting too much attention so you’re gonna shut up and follow my lead.”

Butcher had no time to protest or answer, he was being dragged on the dance floor. Once they were in the middle, Y/n looked to the left where the guards were and Butcher followed her gaze discreetly. Indeed, three men were staring intently at them. Cursing himself for accepting the mission, and more importantly, agreeing to go with her, Butcher didn’t notice the song had changed. He understood only when he felt his hands switch places to end up against a fabric that was soft to the touch. Turning his head in front of him, his eyes widened as he noticed he was now holding her waist.

“Follow my lead,” Y/n hissed through her teeth. Already, her hips were moving side to side and she was raising her arms to wrap them around Butcher's neck. Caressing the back of his head, she moved closer to him enough to press her chest against his torso. Still in shock of having her so close, Butcher didn't move. A strong pain in the foot brought him back to him with a choked moan of pain. "Sway me now!"

She was crushing his foot with her heel? Perfect! He was awake now.

Suavemente, bésame

Que quiero sentir tus labios

Besándome otra vez

Prior to The Boys, Butcher had been to many events that required dancing. To not embarrass and shame Becca, he had learned and practiced relentlessly. It had been a while now since his last dance, his body responding to the movements by remaining rather stiff, but it was enough. And the confused but satisfied expression of the woman in his arms confirmed he wasn’t too bad at it.

Cuando tú me besas

Me siento en el aire

Por eso cuando te veo

Comienzo a besarte

One foot in front of him, Y/n moved hers back and they repeated the movement a couple of times to the beat of the song, swaying their hips. Then, Butcher grabbed Y/n's hand, kissed it quickly before spinning her on herself several times. After a few turns, he grabbed her against him and helped her down to the ground by holding her hands. Y/n slid, one leg in front and the other behind as she did the splits. Applause sounded around them, but neither paid attention to their spectators. Once on the ground, Y/n stuck her legs together and Butcher spun her around to build momentum and lift her up. With a strong, precise movement, she seemed to fly through the air for a moment, her legs splitting again but in the air this time.

Y si te despegas

Yo me despierto

De ese rico sueño

Que me dan tus besos

Suavemente

Grabbing her by the waist, Butcher gently helped her land on her feet. Then, they pulled back, Y/n moving her hips and caressing her body as she kept her gaze on her partner. Pointing at him, she motioned for him to come closer, which Butcher did, a smile on the corner of his lips. Swaying, he advanced towards the young woman so that she ended up in his arms again. His hands rested on her waist again, but the heat had already risen too much, and his fingers wandered lower on her body, inviting her to sway her hips even more.

It was hot. Their bodies touched more often than they stayed apart. The two were sweating as the song struggled to finish. The 4 minutes of the song felt like an eternity, but soon, that eternity was over. The song ended as Butcher rocked Y/n backward against his arm. Her hair, surprisingly still in her bun even after the dance, tickled his arm. Her back was arched perfectly and he was holding one of her legs with his other hand.

The sound of their rapid breathing filled the room full of people watching them, but it felt like there were only two left in the world. Nothing existed anymore, nothing could reach them in the bubble they were in. The tension was palpable, the dancing had warmed them both up in a way they hadn't expected. Of course, Butcher knew how incredibly beautiful Y/n was. And sexy. Fuck, she was so hot. But that moment they had lived... It felt more than that.

Butcher stared at Y/n's lips with one longing...

His face moved closer and closer to hers, and she didn't do anything to stop him. He could feel her breath on his lips, feel the fruity scent of her lip gloss tickle his nose, they were so close… when a round of applause startled him.

Butcher was getting his dance partner back on her feet when a voice rang in his ear.

“Nice way to get attention, well done.” He had no idea how they saw the dance back in the truck, but they knew and it made Butcher lose focus once more.

Y/n was faster than him and leaned over to salute and thank the crowd. Butcher did the same, and then the band resumed the songs and people started talking as if nothing had happened.

Time seemed to slow down as the dance looped through his head. People talked to him, but he didn’t listen to any of them. He could almost taste them, her lips, feel their warmth on his… And he wanted to. So bad. God, he was screwed. He only hoped she didn’t notice how strong her hold was on him and how bad he wanted her. That would be fucking embarrassing.

"Y/n-" Butcher turned his head towards her, but she wasn't near him anymore. He blinked a few times and looked around, panic slowly rising in him. She was there and then, gone. Raising his watch to his mouth, Butcher let his fear pour out.

“M.M! I lost Y/n!”

“Relax,” the voice answered. “You spaced out for a while Butcher. She’s doing her job. Look towards the bar.”

A long sigh of relief escaped Butcher's lungs when he found the red dress among the people sitting at the bar. He was walking towards her when he finally noticed that she was not alone. Sitting next to her, a man was talking to her. Although he was far away and the man had his back turned to him, Butcher could still notice the smirk stamped on his face as he looked at her, his big stubby hand going up on Y/n's thigh. His dirty fingers slid through the slit of the dress to caress her leg… And that was his limit.

Butcher saw red. Not waiting a moment, he rushed to the bar, pushing the other guests around without worrying about attracting attention. He was almost there when a waiter stepped directly into his path.

“Un entrée vous ferait-il plaisir, monsieur?”

Butcher recognized his voice before realizing that the server was speaking French. “Frenchie, get out my way now.”

“Saw your little dance there, impressionnant,” Frenchie, disguised as a waiter, nodded. Of course, they had to send him inside in case something turned bad. That was how M.M knew about the dance, Frenchie had a great time describing what he was seeing. “But now’s not the time to screw your cover. Take a little pain crouté and let her work.”

“I don’t care about your food!” Drowning in his anger, Butcher's hand went off on its own and the plate filled with probably very expensive appetizers flew through the air to end on the floor in a deafening din. Of course, this caught everyone's attention, including the guards, the man at the bar, and Y/n. “Leave me alone Frenchie,” Butcher hissed through his teeth. Frenchie lowered his head, muttered something in French and left. Butcher was about to continue on his way to the bar when a hand landed on his chest to stop him.

“What the fuck is wrong with you!” Y/n whispered and glanced behind her where she had left the man. She quickly waved at him to let him know it would take her a moment and then turned to Butcher. “Why are you making a fucking scene!”

“Why are you flirting with the first guy you see, eh?!” Butcher clenched his fists, casting a hateful gaze toward the bar and the man.

"Are you fuckin-" Not finishing her sentence, Y/n grabbed Butcher by the wrist and led him out of the room. Once they were in an empty hallway, she stopped and turned to him. Certain she would only try to find more excuses for her actions, Butcher was surprised to see that look on her face.

Her beautiful eyes were sad, filled with overflowing tears. Her eyebrows were furrowed, clearly disappointed in his behavior. She let go of his wrist and Butcher felt the chill creep up his spine as she pulled the phone out of her bag to show him the photo.

“Why are you showing me the target again!” He exclaimed, raising his voice louder than he liked.

“Because I was with him at the bar! Are you blind?!”

“I knew it, you’re gunna go with the enemy again!” Clapping his hands over his head, Butcher was about to leave the mansion, fuck the mission, when a hand forced him to stay put.

“How can you think I would- I was seducing him to get the fucking key! Yanno, for the safe that contains the fucking documents we need to destroy Vought!”

Butcher lowered his hands. It was like his body weighed a ton and gravity was pulling him down. He hadn't thought of that. However, that didn't calm the anger he had been feeling ever since he saw her again.

“How do you want me not to think that after last time!” No matter how hard he tried to calm down, the anger and that negative feeling ate up inside him like an ever-growing black cloud.

Pain passed over Y/n's face. Her eyes filled with water again. No tears rolled down her cheeks though. 

“I had no choice…”

Her voice had become so quiet, he had difficulty understanding her. "What?"

“Last time. Monaco. I had no choice. They had my dad, and if I didn’t give them the documents…” Lowering her head, a lock of her bun finally fell over her eyes. “I didn’t want to… But I had to save my dad.” When she lifted her head, a single tear spilled out of her eye and started rolling down her cheek, but she wiped it away before it could sink too low.

“Why did you never tell me?” Butcher's voice was softer now. Although the betrayal was still fresh, he could understand. He would have done the same for Becca. He would betray his own team for the one he loved, no hesitation.

“Cause I failed that too,” she shrugged and smiled sadly. Her mouth opened to add something but her gaze shifted to the side and her eyes widened. "Oh shit."

“So that’s where you were, Cariño…” Butcher closed his eyes, a silent “fuck” mimed on his lips. Turning slowly, he got face to face with the man from the bar, the target, Edmundo Rodriguez. And he wasn’t alone. Three guards accompanied him, all armed with weapons. Edmundo shook his head and sighed. “What a shame it has to end before I can own you.” Butcher could feel a shiver of disgust and hatred wash over him at those words. “Oh, you wanted this, perhaps?” Raising a hand, Edmundo passed it through his sweater to pull out a chain and at the end of the chain, a key. The one they needed. “You thought me stupid. Tried to rob me. But who’s dumb now eh? Corpses don’t do well in stealing. Kill them.”

“Oh fuckin finally some action I’m good at.” Butcher smiled darkly. As the guards closed in on them, Butcher pulled off his far too expensive jacket and grabbed the gun hidden behind his back to point it at the nearest guard. However, he was already in front of him and with a quick swing, disarmed Butcher. His weapon fell to the ground and slid away much to the dismay of the man who took a punch in the face. His whole body twisted from the force of the hit and his mouth filled with blood. "Oh. You shouldn’t have done that.” Turning his head towards the guard, Butcher offered a bloody smile that made him take a few steps back. The guard had fear shining in his eyes… Even if he was the one with the gun. "Oh, don't be scared," Butcher was still smiling. 

It happened so quickly, the guard didn't stand a chance. Butcher grabbed him by the sweater with one hand, the other grabbed the wrist that held the gun, and in a strong and precise movement, headbutted him right in the nose. 

A crack was heard, followed by a scream.

Clearly stunned by the hit, the guard staggered and he put a hand to his face. Butcher took the opportunity to hit his knee with his feet, a strong and precise kick that bent his leg at an angle that shouldn't be possible. More cracks and yells of pain were heard. The guard fell to the floor screaming, his gun falling from his hand, and Butcher didn't hesitate to press his foot against his throat and pressed. Purple slowly crept into the guard’s face as he squirmed under the boot, trying to get free and get oxygen. But Butcher didn’t let go.

A gunshot sounded so close to his ear that Butcher had the instinct to duck, but the bullet missed its target. Looking behind him, he could see that the fight wasn’t over. One of the guards was pointing his gun at him, and if he missed the first shot, he wouldn’t make the same mistake again. Butcher was ready to drop to the ground, praying the bullets would miss him, but it wasn't necessary. Because one moment the guard was standing with a gun pointed at Butcher, and the next he was falling on the floor with a knife stuck in his throat. A few feet away from him stood Y/n, the covered side of her leg raised to show a belt filled with small knives strapped to her thigh.

"That's hot," Butcher couldn't help but say as Y/n picked up another knife and threw it at the last guard. Since the guard was busy dealing with knives being thrown at him, Butcher could pick up the gun the guard dropped, but it was unnecessary. Because one second later, Y/n skilfully jumped on the guard to stab him in the throat until he fell to the ground, motionless and choking in his own blood.

“Where’s Edmundo?” She asked, straightening her dress as if nothing had happened. She was barely disheveled, no cuts or wounds and above all, no drop of blood was on her person.

“I don’t care.”

Leaving the gun on the floor since he didn’t need it anymore, Butcher took the few steps that separated him from Y/n to immediately place his hands on her waist and pressed his lips to hers. It took her breath away, both with the force and the surprise of the intense kiss. She didn’t wait a second to respond, wrapping her arms around his neck, pulling him impossibly closer. A low moan echoed in his ears as he slammed her against the wall, their lips parting just long enough for her to jump up and wrap her legs around his hips. "You're so fuckin hot," Butcher sighed and without waiting, brought his lips to hers again. One of his hands was used to support her while the other did not hesitate to slide under the slit of the dress to caress and grip her thigh.

The kiss was wild and filled with a longing and frustration that the two constantly felt. So needless to say, it only took a few moments for Butcher to undo his pants just enough to have access to what he needed.

-

Meanwhile, a French waiter who didn’t really have his place in this kind of event had intercepted a panicked person who was running towards the guardhouse. With a quick kick and a precise punch, he knocked him down, dragged him to a quiet place, bound and gagged him and finally, stole his key. Proud of himself for getting the key, he started searching for the two people under cover to tell them the good news. The mission was over, they had to leave before someone realized what happened.

After a while of searching, Frenchie finally found them…

Right in the middle of the hallway, caught up in an activity he wished he had never seen.

“Ah! Non, non non non! Not today! I’ll wait in the car!” Frenchie started to walk away, both hands raised in despair. But as the moans reached his ears, he cringed and shouted without turning back: “No, better than that, when you are done, just call a taxi! Au revoir!”

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[spookikookiboo]

Sinbad or Stanford

Redraw based off of this iconic scene from Sinbad.

Wanted to swap out the agent of chaos for Bill…

~Spooki🖤

[inquirewithbillcipher]

Gravity Falls- Bill Cipher Animation

You read that correctly! This lil monster is going to be attempting a fully colored Bill Cipher/ Gravity Falls animatic! The song this animation will be set to is (drum roll please!) Beautiful Liar by X Ambassadors!

We have a lovely group of people on Discord to thank not only for picking out the song but encouraging me to really push myself and do something big like this! So a huge, weird and wonderful thank you to all of them!

Please enjoy some sneak peeks below!

Now, with all that being said…I will keep the Ask Box Open but please bare in mind I may answer those a bit slower due to this new project that I am working on! Thank you all for your patience! I can’t wait to bring you guys more!

~Spooki 🖤

[mensuited]

[lorifragolina]

Bad Luck Groom

This is my contribution to the Harringrove Relay Race!

@harringrove-relay-race

Summary: Can coming back to Hawkins to marry ruin everything for Steve Harrington? The wedding is in less than 24 hours...

Rating: G

TW: marriage

WC 2872

Ao3

“It’s me, or is it incredibly hot here?” panted Steve, widening the collar of the shirt.

The fitter grunted and adjusted the tie again.

“It’s you,” said Robin, smoothing his black and white suit with bow tie. 

“I think I’m gonna puke,” continued Steve.

“Not here,” barked the fitter, adjusting the waist of the trousers. 

Steve was sweating profusely, and the man wasn’t happy he was doing it in the wedding suit. 

“It’s… so tight…” whined Steve.

“It fits perfectly,” replied Robin, taking off her jacket and changing herself behind the screen. Steve tried to look at himself in the mirror: he was on the stand, slouching, uncombed and pale. He tried to straighten himself out, fixing up his hair and imagining himself walking down the aisle in the suit. He couldn’t. 

He dropped the jacket two times trying to take it off, and the tailor rolled his eyes. The shirt was wet from sweat and thank God it was only a sample. 

“What is going on?” Asked Robin when they left the shop with the suits in their bags. “Second thoughts?”

Steve sighing loudly, passing a hand on his eyes. “I… I don’t know. I… what if it’s all wrong?”

“What is wrong, Steve? I’m your best man and I’m here to help, come on… do you want to call the thing off?” 

Steve sat in the car. “No! No, of course, I’m just thinking… what if… what if everything changes from now on? What if…”

“What could change, Steve? You are together for years, now, you know each other… and as long as I know, you proposed”.

Steve pursed his lips and nodded. “I know… but if it is not what we wanted? Maybe we shouldn’t do it here…”

“Oh I understand, the problem is Hawkins? I thought you decided to come back to marry here, in the garden and so on, you know, your parents, bla bla bla…”

“Yes, maybe we should have done it privately… get wed in Vegas, you know… avoiding… avoiding people here…”

“Steve, the wedding is tomorrow… it’s normal to be scared… so they say, I don’t know it…” Robin giggled but her jokes didn’t relieve Steve at the moment. “Steve, I can manage if you want to…”

“No, I don’t want to cancel… I think I don’t want it… but… what if I feel like running away tomorrow? What if… it is all a big mistake?”

“It isn’t a mistake. You two love each other. You two love each other, right?” Robin's voice trembled a little. Of course Steve was scared, but why now out of nowhere he thought it could be a mistake? He always wanted a wedding and a family, she knew. It was the natural avancement she expected in his friend’s life, but… now she wasn’t sure returning to Hawkins had been a good thing for him.

And the wedding was in twenty-three hours.

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“I think I’m gonna throw up, Max”.

Max hid her face behind her hands and tried to breathe. She wanted to scream. 

“Just go and see him, for Christ sake!” 

“I can’t!” whined Billy, walking in a circle in the room. “I can’t ruin everything for him… you know…”

“But if you feel so bad…”

“I can’t!”

Max looked at the window not far away and considered that if put an end to her misery, but the room was only on the first floor, it wouldn’t work. 

She tried to breathe again, rubbing her eyes. Both she and her brother were really quick tempered, but it wasn’t the moment to start a fight, although she really, really wanted to yell at him and maybe get some steam off from each other. But in that case it could have a terrible flood effect. All she had to do was keep Billy out of trouble for a day more. Hopefully she could put him to sleep early and have some hours of relaxation. 

“So what do you want to do?” she asked carefully, hoping not to unleash another nervous breakdown. It worked only partially.

“I don’t know!” whimpered Billy, squatting on the floor with his face in his hands. “I’m… I’m such a mess, Max! Look at me!” 

Max didn’t see anything wrong in Billy’s aspect. He was in his sweatpants, his hair messy as usual, that studied messy that made him appear really hot, and a pink crop top he wore a lot in the Indiana summer. It was quite old, but the matching tan mark made her believe he used it in California too. 

“You look fine, if only you stop agitating and try…”

“No, I’m not in the mood… I’ll ruin it. I’ll ruin everything, Max!”

God in heavens. She needed to get her hair done and go picking the dress, but she couldn’t leave Billy in the throes of anxiety. Or could she?

“Why don’t you go and see him, if it could help you to…”

Billy whined. “No… I promised to behave… I can’t ruin everything… It's just one day before the wedding!”

“But you can…”

“Why did he have to return here for the wedding!”

“But I thought…”

“And if I run in the wedding tomorrow screaming like crazy and run away with him and ruin everything? Oh God!” Billy curled on the floor, keeping whining and babbling. “Enough, Billy,” Max sighed, trying to be firm, for a change. “You know what? Now you take a shower, put some decent pants on and we’ll go together to the hairdresser, ok? We’ll do our hair, our nails and you try to relax, ok? Then we’ll come home, order chinese and watch the Disney movie you want, ok?”

Billy stood from the floor, smiling lightly. “Could it be sushi? Chinese makes me bloated”.

Max grinned and nodded. Twenty-one hours to the wedding, girl, you can make it. 

She gulped a shot of tequila while Billy was in the shower.

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Robin managed to make Steve take a nap, while she went to the beauty parlor. In the parking lot, when she was leaving, she saw Billy and Max at the other side parking and entered the same saloon, and she sighed. Billy seemed as messy as Steve earlier, and she clenched her teeth. Twenty hours. She returned to Steve’s house, woke him up and they had a light dinner, that Steve should skip to pass directly to the shots, but Robin was trying to avoid a hangover groom the next morning. 

“Ehi Robin, why don’t we have my bachelor party now?”

“We had your bachelor party three weeks ago, remember? Vegas? Dolly Parton’s show?”

She bit her lips. She shouldn’t name Vegas, Steve was babbling they should run there to get married alone, and his eyes became a little glossy.

“Ok, my bad… well I don’t think a couple drinks are a bad thing. But only a couple! Promise!”

Steve smiled lightly. “Pinky promise. I won’t get drunk and I won’t get in trouble”.

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“See? I said that having your hair and beard done will calm you down”, said nervously Max at home, while Billy kept turning his head right and left examining every millimeter of his face. 

“It’s acceptable,” he grunted, but he was visibly satisfied. He was pretty and hot and he knew. 

They had the sushi but he didn’t feel like watching The Little Mermaid once again. 

“Why don’t we go for a stroll instead? To the club, maybe?”

“I don’t think you should get drunk, Billy, honestly”.

Billy joined his hands.

“I won’t drink, I promise. Just a Coke, I swear. I need something fresh”.

“We have Coke at home,” she teased, feeling she needed two days of sleep after going through Billy all day.

“I need fresh air,” insisted Billy.

“Why are you punishing me, God,” she muttered while taking her jacket. 

Fortunately it was early and the club wasn’t crowded or loud. Billy grinned ordering a Diet Coke and she sighed and nodded. They sipped their drinks in silence, Billy appeared calmer than in the afternoon, and Max thought he had accepted the idea, and the worst was over. Hopefully next morning he wouldn’t have those negative thoughts anymore. 

She excused herself and went to the bathroom. She spent a little time looking at her freshly styled hair, and when she returned to the bar, Billy’s stoll was empty.

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Steve ordered a margarita, then he wanted another one but Robin forced him to take a skinny one. Steve sighed and obeyed. He drank obediently, finally relaxed in some way, talking about the charcuterie aisle and the catering for the party. Then Robin's mobile rang. 

“Shit, it’s the wedding planner. I have to take it”, she got on her feet to leave the club. “You’ll be ok for a couple of minutes?”

Steve smiled. “Of course, I’m not a baby,” he answered, grumbling a little. 

Robin went out, and, after sorting a minor problem with the boutonniere that apparently couldn’t wait for the next morning, rentuned to an empty table.

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Steve felt bored by the soft drink and shifted his gaze in the room. It was almost empty when they came, but now after more than a hour, it was more crowded. He lazily looked at the bar and jumped on his seat.

“Shit”.

“Shit,” whispered Billy, seeing out of the blue Steve seated on the table at the farest side of the club. 

He didn’t imagine they could bump into each other in that way, but Hawkins was a hole, a cursed one, but still a tiny hole and they couldn’t avoid each other for long, not now that their guard dogs let their guard down.

Steve took a big breath and stood up, waving at him. Billy looked around and left the stall at the bar, joining Harrington. They were seated a little agitated in a dark corner. 

“So,” started Steve with a trembling voice. “You here, too”.

“Yes… so…” Billy smiled slyly. “I heard you’re getting married tomorrow…”

Steve looked him in the eyes, directly. “Yes… and I’m alone, I don’t supposed to see the bride until the wedding, tomorrow”, he whispered.

“Too bad,” Billy got nearer, staring at Steve’s lips. “Why not?”

“Oh, it’s bad luck, you know. It’s tradition…” he was breathing heavily, following the freshly trimmed profile of Billy’s beard, feeling all the nerves of that afternoon sliding away from him. 

Billy slipped a hand on his thigh. “It has to be difficult… I mean… separated from the love of your life… so hard…”

Steve grinned, but after a moment flinched a little and lowered his eyes. He felt Billy’s hand, heavy, on his leg.

“You aren't supposed to be there… You aren't supposed to do this…” he whispered.

“I know,” Billy bent over him and kissed him. Steve loosened himself up and closed his eyes, melting in the kiss.

Both their hearts were beating like drums. Billy separated and looked Steve in the eyes, and Steve nodded; they took each other's hands and ran into the gentlemen's bathroom, crashing together against the wall.

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“What the heck, where were you!” hissed Max when Billy emerged from the bathroom, looking furtively behind him and nodding, and returned to the bar. 

He cleared his throat. She noticed that his lips were a little more swollen and red than before, but she wasn’t sure. She also noticed, just in the instant Billy took his jacket and put it on, that he had his shirt badly buttoned and he had a dark pink circle on his collarbone.

“I had to go to the bathroom,” he shrugged, turning his back to her to hide the clues. “You know, the sushi and all…”

“Gross!” she shouted, and she took her purse to go away.

Steve nodded in return when Billy left the bathroom. He waited a couple of minutes and left it too, trying to act nonchalantly.

Robin was at the table with his drink completely melted, and luckily she couldn’t see Max and Billy leaving. He raised his eyes and lightly nodded at Billy’s wink.

He tried to smile at Robin, but she immediately noticed his polo upside down and widened her eyes. 

Steve blushed entirely and his upper lips trembled.

“Robin. I messed up”.

Robin sighed, covering her face with her hands. Sixteen hours to the wedding.

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“I’ll have to go, Billy, you sure you’ll be ok?” Max yelled to him from downstairs. She hoped she wouldn't have to go upstairs, because Billy was blasting his metal as usual.

Billy looked at himself in the mirror, adjusting a lock on his forehead. He put some of his great occasion colony on his wrists and inside his pants too, then lit a cig blowing the smoke to the mirror, winking to himself. 

He smiled looking at the perfect fit of his pants, then sent a little kiss to himself again. 

He turned off the stereo and went to the bedroom’s door.

“Ok!” he yelled in return, listening to Sinclair and Max voices and then their car leaving.

“Showtime,” he whispered to himself fifteen minutes later, clinking his keys and starting the Camaro.

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Robin was shifting her weight from foot to floor at Steve’s side, really nervous. She felt really comfortable in her smoking, and Steve was absolutely stunning in his dark gray suit with the blue tie, that matched the color of the ocean blue decorations. Max and Jane wore the same blue and they’re glowing with happiness. 

Everything seemed perfect under the canopy in Steve’s back garden, his parents were perfect too, Hopper, Joyce and the party sat on the white chairs in the grass and the sky was perfectly clear.

But she was nervous. She wasn’t sure that a disaster wasn’t on its way, and she was trying to spot it as soon as possible.

“Calm down,” whispered Steve, bothered by her wiggling. “I should be nervous, not you”.

“You tortured me all day yesterday, and now I’m annoying you?” she hissed, a little drop of sweat running on her forehead. 

The noise of the Camaro got louder and louder and finally the car stopped at the end of the driveway, just near the last line of seats. 

All the guests rumbled, looking at each other and standing all together.

Robin breathed loudly. “About time,” feeling Steve gasping and stiffening and she drew herself up at his side. They turned, facing the car.

Billy came out of the car, in a white suit with a blue tie bow on a black shirt. He adjusted it and took a big breath walking down the path until the canopy, tilting his head and smiling at the guests on his way. He sometimes looked furtively at Steve and hoped not to blush too much.

Billy winked to Max, who had been tense until that moment; she knew he wanted to do his great entrance alone, but she offered earlier that morning to go together. 

“No, go with Sinclair. I will not flee”.

Steve was breathing faster. and smiling like an idiot. “You see”, he whispered to Robin. 

“I can walk you if you want”.

“No, nobody will give me away, I’ll give away myself alone,” he winked one last time.

When Billy reached them, Robin went to hug and kiss him on both cheeks.

“Finally you make it”, she rambled in a whisper.

“You got the rings?” giggled Billy.

“Of course. And what about not seeing each other the day before?”

“I don’t think it was bad luck, I had a good one”.

Robin blushed and pinched him on his arm, then pulled him gently to Steve.

“You came”, said Steve, blissed, looking at his soon-to-be-husband.

“I came last night too,” Billy answered in a sough, kissing him on the cheek.

“You are impossible,” Steve cocked his head. 

They took each other's hand, their handcuffs shined at the afternoon sun; baseball bats, for Billy, orcas for Steve.

They turned to the celebrant while the guest sat down again. They thought that maybe it had been better to get married in California, where they lived, or secretly in Vegas, but it was just the nerves of the day before. They were exactly where they needed to be.

Robin blinked furiously the tears away when she passed the rings to them. 

“I do”, said Steve putting on the wedding ring at Billy’s finger.

“I do,” Billy did the same.

“You can kiss your husband”.

Robin clapped and cried, Max hugged Jane and Lucas. 

Billy grabbed his husband’s hand and kissed the shiny new ring on it. 

“So, bad luck, husband?”

“I don’t know what I was thinking about. I’ll never pass another day far from you”.

“I hope so,” smiled Billy. “I hope so”.

Thank for having me here and thanks to @dragonflylady77 for preceding me!

I had that stupid silly idea in mind for a long time and I hope you enjoy it!

I am so proud to introduce the amazing Suo @camaro-and-smokes and I'm really looking forwards for all the works in this event!

[shieldofiron]

Legally Brunette

For @intothedysphoria, Happy birthday!! Have a frat boy Stevie! Sorry for the slight villainizing of Jonathan, one does what one can.

He had freckles. No. Moles. Scattered across pale skin, more skin than anyone was showing in Boston in late October.

It took a moment for Billy to force his eyes up from the strong lines of the stranger's back, only to blink for a few seconds at the worn and faded Kappa Phi Delta hat.

It probably couldn't be. But just in case, he cleared his throat, rocking back and forth on his heels. He still remembered the warm feeling he'd gotten when the pretty boy had told him how glad he was that he ran into Billy. He didn't actually want to jeopardize that by creeping on the (likely straight) law student he'd just barely befriended.

And that same pretty boy, Steve he'd said, turned, met Billy's eye, and sighed, his shoulders slacking a little. "Don't ask."

"Wasn't gonna," Billy said, keeping his eyes on the ceiling.

Whatever had Steve Harrington out in the middle of the Boston night in short shorts and what looked like a Chippendale's bow tie, also had apparently made his eyes red rimmed and raw.

"But..." Billy ventured, "Are you ok?"

Steve turned back to the front of the line. And then back towards Billy, his eyes darting around like he was getting away with a crime by purchasing a new laptop in the middle of the day.

"You know that ex I told you about, the one I... kind of... followed here?" He said haltingly.

"Yeah?" Billy moved the hard drive he was buying to the front of his crotch, trying to be cool.

"He was there. At a party. With his new girlfriend. Who told me it was a Halloween party," Steve's shoulders fell.

So, not straight then. But very much hung up on this ex.

"So that's why-"

Steve shrugged, "Jonathan liked when I used to show some skin. That's not even the problem."

They moved up closer to the front of the line and Steve blinked those big pretty bambi eyes at Billy. As if he wouldn't be helpless for that shit.

"Want to hang out for a second after you check out? Or we can go next door and get some coffee?" Billy offered.

"Yeah," Steve's shoulders dropped a little, and he nodded, the little wave of bangs pulled through his hat bobbing just a little.

They checked out one after the other, and met up by the entrance, sliding door opening and closing rapidly as they hung for a moment by it.

"I'll just put this in my car and grab my jacket," Steve shook his head, "I was so mad, I wasn't thinking when I came in."

Billy nodded, "I'll get you something. What do you like?"

Steve bit his lip, "Just a latte. Oat milk. I'm a vegetarian."

Billy couldn't seem to stop nodding. Something about this guy turned him into a bobblehead.

It was only a few moments after he sat down that Steve joined him, hoodie laid over his arm, hard nipples and chest hair on full display. Jesus, it's like he wanted to kill Billy.

"So. The ex."

"Yes. The ex," Steve shook his head. "He was just... kind of flirting. But then he said... he just said that I didn't have to be here. That it was gonna be too hard on me and he didn't want to see me hurt."

"That what was going to be too hard?"

"Law School," Steve played with his cup. "Like, duh, I fucking know that. It's already been hard. And I know I'm not, like, the smartest of guys. But like..."

Billy was trying not to jump in, let the guy say what he needed to. But Jesus Christ, this ex was some kind of an asshole.

"I took the LSATS. I got in. I've been... like maybe I haven't been trying the hardest in every class but..." He shook his head. "Kinda pissed me off, you know."

"He's a fuckin' idiot," Billy curled one hand in a fist. "Didn't you say he got with this new girl like less than a few months ago."

"Yeah," Steve finally gave Billy some relief, shrugging the oversized hoodie on, "Gave her a ring and everything."

"He probably just doesn't like being confronted with his own bad behavior," Billy frowned, "You got in to Harvard Law, Steve. You know people work their entire lives to do that. I worked my entire life to do that."

"I worked really fucking hard to be here," Steve sipped his latte, "Fuck, that's delicious."

You're delicious, Billy thought. God, he needed to get a handle on that.

"Thanks for asking what was wrong," Steve smiled softly. "And not thinking that I'm too stupid to be here."

"Anytime," Billy smiled. "And don't worry about that guy. Plenty of bitches in the sea, am I right?"

Steve chuckled, "I guess so."

It wasn't really much of a statement, but the way those brown bambi eyes lingered had Billy sit up a little, trying not to preen. Maybe it wasn't so hopeless a crush after all.

"So. Why are you buying a computer? I thought you had one." Billy asked after a long moment.

"Oh. That. My friend Dustin back home convinced me I needed a linux computer before I left but I just need something easy. I'm going to law school, not computer science... school."

Billy chuckled, "Fair enough."

Steve smiled, his pretty brown eyes lighting up as he launched into a story about his friend Dustin, who sounded like a grade A nerd.

Billy had briefs waiting at home to research. He ought to be making dinner. But instead he had another coffee and then another, earning them the ire of the barista as they stayed late talking.

It was worth it.

[sadhours]

voices carry / billy hargrove x f!reader

HAPPY VALENTINES DAY!! here's a quick one shot, loosely based on the song by 'Til Tuesday

word count: 2.1k

warnings: 18+ minors dni, smut, loss of virginity mentioned, angst, mean!billy, there's a happy ending though.

Billy Hargrove was an enigma. How the two of you got involved was a mystery for scholars to study for years to come. Billy demanded eyes on him whenever he walked into a room, his arrogant charm unwittingly earning lustful smitten girls following him like he was fucking Tony Danza. You were no different, the first time you’d seen him practicing basketball you had actually caught yourself drooling. His tiny gym shorts left little to the imagination and it was your immense luck that his team had been assigned skins. Billy played like he knew all the girls in class were watching, fiercely competitive and flexing when he got a chance.

On the complete opposite side of the spectrum was you. Many people described you as mousy and you were painfully antisocial, having two friends you’d met in grade school. Focusing on your schoolwork was the only discipline you’d had, not wanting to disappoint your parents and it was only convenient that maintaining a 4.0 gpa left little room for socializing.

So when you and Billy began secret trysts in the middle of the night, you were beyond astonished. When Billy first passed you a note in math class asking you to come over to “tutor” him you had foolishly believed he truly needed help in the class. Perhaps he did, but that’s not what he wanted. Quite frankly, you never imagined losing your virginity to Billy with your face buried in his pillows. It didn’t hold you back from continuing to “tutor” him twice a week, though. Then “tutoring” twice a week turned into sneaking into each others windows in the middle of the night.

The thing is, Billy is not your boyfriend. He makes excruciatingly clear that he doesn’t want a soul to know about your relationship. Whenever you try to talk about your feelings Billy is quick to change the subject with a hurtful comment. He’s even told you to leave a few times, yet you’re always coming back or letting him in.

Red digital numbers blink 11:30, illuminating your pitch black room in pulses while you try to sleep. Friday night and you’re in bed before midnight, which is no surprise to anyone. You’re drifting in and out sleep when the phone rings and like second nature, you grab it off the hook before the first shrill finishes.

“Hello?” you whisper into the receiver, fingers anxiously picking at the dainty pink bow on the top of your nightgown.

Only one other voice could be on the other end, not another soul calling your line this late into the night. He doesn’t even greet you, “Come over.”

Then the phone clicks and you’re met with the dial tone. This is romance to you now. Inexperience being a wonderful thing for Billy to take advantage of, using it to manipulate you to bend and break at his will.

Tossing your robe over your nightie, you tie it closed and search for your shoes. Billy lives four blocks away which has become a frequent journey for you. You jump out your window and wander down the sidewalk, the streetlights guiding the way. Brisk wind strikes your face, reddening your cheeks and stinging your eyes but you’re determined. You swallow the lump in your throat as you see the destination ahead, the house completely dark. Routine takes over, your knuckles knocking lightly against the window you know keeps Billy behind it. Curtain parting to expose blonde curls and striking blue eyes glaring down at you. He meticulously opens the window, trying his damndest to keep it silent. Foot planting on the small boulder purposely left there, you grab onto his extended your hands and accepting his aide in climbing into the window. He shuts it slowly behind you, closing the blind and guiding you to his bed in the darkness. The room reeks of cigarettes, the smell always suffocating at first. Fingertips edge against your chest, gingerly pulling your robe loose and you do your part in helping remove it, carefully sliding your shoes off as well. Billy’s barely visible as he pushes you onto your back, fitting between your legs.

“It’s dark,” the complaint is barely a whisper but Billy indulges it, retreating from you to light a few candles he has strategically placed around the room.

“There,” he whisper, back between your legs before you know it. You’re thankful you can seen him a little better even if your eyes flutter closed to second he’s kissing you.

Billy’s hands grope you over your silk night dress, sending tingles all the way down to your toes. Parting your lips as a reaction but he shoves his tongue into your mouth, eliciting another wave of tingles to crash through you. He’s all you’ve ever had but you couldn’t imagine anyone else bringing such genuine pleasure from you. The way Billy touched you was enamoring, flooding your brain with utter adoration and infatuation for him. In fact, you were a tad obsessed with him. Scrawling his name in cursive on blank pages of your notebooks when you were alone.

Billy’s fingers brush against your thigh while he searches for the hem of your nightie, tossing it up to display your delicate matching underwear; simply white with a pale pink bow at the top. You hear Billy suck in a breath while he looks down at them. You still completely under his gaze, his eyes following as his hands bunch your nightgown above your breasts. The cool air and desire soaked gaze on them hardens your nipples, Billy rolls his thumbs against them with diligent tenderness. Corners of your lips turning up, heavily eyelids held open so you can observe his face. His head dips down to place soft kisses along your collarbone, producing a chill up your spin that makes your body shake involuntarily.

“Billy,” you whisper out, wanting to touch him in some way but making sure you’re allowed.

“Go ahead,” his breath hot against your tingling skin.

Billy’s skin is hot to the touch when you press your palms over his muscular shoulders before tangling fingers in the slightly damp curls as the nape of his neck. It’s unbelievably confusing the way Billy can treat you like nothing but a pain in the ass and touch you so lovingly the next minute. You’d never dare say anything about it, having in the past been angrily escorted out of his window when questioning what exactly was going on between you to with Billy making a seething comment about how jacking off would’ve been easier anyways.

Teeth nipping at the supple skin of your breasts reels your thoughts back to current reality. He takes his time, cupping your tits in his hands while showering them with kisses, gentle love bites and licks. Billy’s eyes look determinedly back up at you, a silent dare to make a noise and ruin the night. You won’t let that happen, at least not this early. Seemingly satisfied with you, Billy’s flattening his palm between your legs and applying the slightest pressure.

Feeling the wetness seeping through the thin material fuels Billy further, dragging his fingers instead of his palm up and down at an agonizing pace. You taste blood before you realize how hard you were biting the behind your legs, willing every fiber in your being to remain calm. You wonder if he can taste it when he pursues your lips with his own, bruising the already tender flesh. You manage to catch the gasp in your throat when Billy eases two fingers inside of you. All you can hear is both your steady breathing and the dripping squelches from his digits pumping between your legs. Each time he pulls back, his fingertips curl to drag against your walls.

Whenever Billy is performing this act on you, your skin sweats from every pore and it’s an identical feeling to being in a bath that’s too hot but feels too good to drain the water. Each breath you take feels like you’re turning the tap on cold, trying to regulate the temperature. Your hair is damp and heavy at the nape of your neck and where it frames your face, you’re sure it’s sticking to the glistening skin of your forehead and cheeks. Which Billy loves, the way you look totally fucked out under his touch when he’s barely done a thing.

“Alright,” his voice is always barely audible this late at night, not wanting to stir awake anyone else in his house. “Legs up,” he gently taps your knee and you know exactly what he wants, kicking your underwear off before pulling your legs back against your chest, your hands holding the back of your thighs for him. He taps fingers against your cheek as praise before pushing his boxers to his knees and gripping the base of his cock tightly. He strikes himself once, twice before aligning his tip with your entrance on display for him. The position of your legs and your dripping desire for him aids in how easy it is for him to fill you completely. He clenches his fists as well as his eyes and he lets out an almost mute hiss. He rocks his hips into you then, not letting up even when he sees you scratching your own thighs red and angry. The pace quicker than seemingly possible, until you’re shattering around him. Head tilted back in a silent scream, eyes widening before uncontrollably fluttering shut while he continues snapping his hips into you. Your legs ache something else but you cannot let go, you have to hold them up for Billy but apparently he sees you struggle, pressing his arm against them.

Then he’s pulling back and on cue, you maneuver onto your knees and elbows in front of him. You open your mouth and stick out your tongue, instantly feeling the hot spurts of cum coat your face, barely any getting on your tongue but Billy’s wiping it with his palm and urging you, “Lick it up, princess.” You peek the unaffected eye open to see his hand in front of your face and you listen to him, cleaning the mess from his hand with your tongue. He grabs a tissue and brings it to your eye, letting you take it and clean up whatever he left behind.

The silence is thick after, just the two of you panting on your backs when you can’t help but blurt, “I’m falling in love with you.”

“Shut up,” Billy’s hand is over your mouth in an instant and you realize you did say that kind of loud. “Oh God, can't you just keep it down?” he shoves you away. He pulls his boxers back up and stands, looking to you with disdain marking his features. “I’m going to the bathroom, don’t be here when I get back.”

And… you listen, unable to hold back the sobs erupting from you once you’re a block away. You sit on the curb and cry into your hands. You hated that you loved him.

-

“Y/n… look,” you hear your best friend Cindy say in a tone of disbelief on Monday at lunch. Her finger pointing behind you and her eyes are large. What the hell could it be.

You turn around and see Billy wearing his signature blue jeans and a dark button up shirt with only the last two buttons done up with a single rose between his fingers. The strangest part is he’s walking in a beeline to you, eyes trained on you sitting idly at the picnic table with a huge grin on his face.

You half expect him to turn in another direction and give the flower to another pretty girl. The other half of you is praying it’s for you. “Y/n,” Billy sighs when he meets you there, extending the rose out to you. “I’m so sorry for how I’ve been these past few months… you didn’t deserve that and I wanna make it up to you.”

Cheeks flushed, you take the rose and look up at the blonde with glassy eyes, “Oh, Billy!”

He leans down and plants an apologetic kiss on your lips, deepening it when your arms drape around his shoulders. You can feel all the eyes on you and you feel ecstatic, like the months of hot and cold were all worth it for this moment right now. You smile against his lips, feeling him mirror it.

“Let me take you out tonight,” Billy offers once he’s pulled away. “I’ll pick you up at seven.”

“Seven… okay,” you beam up at him and he places a kiss on your cheek before walking away.

Your friends are asking you a million questions but you can’t talk, your fingertips ghosting over where he just kissed your cheek.