#billy knight x you

[elliewlums]

Not a very specific request but I’d love to see some touchstarved!Billy x clingy!Reader please and thank you 😊

touchstarved!billy my fucking beloved</3 also this is shit i apologise

content warnings: touch starved!billy🥺 touch aversion due to being touch starved, v soft, billy gets all the luv and cuddles<3

billy’s been neglected his whole life; it’s a fact you’ve very begrudgingly come to terms with. a fact that, even after months of dating your sweet boy, fills you with white-hot, indescribable rage. how is it fair? that the people that were supposed to protect him damaged him beyond comprehension.

billy struggles with physical touch. you can see in his expression how badly he desires to be held, to cuddle in bed and on the sofa and hold hands at the supermarket, just little mundane things. but he’s incredibly shy and he’d never make the first move, so that leaves it down to you.

of course, you’re eager to oblige.

at first it’s slow, a brush of your knuckles against his cheek when you leave the bed to make him breakfast, a kiss on the shoulder when he’s faced away from you. and when you’re sure he’s comfortable, it increases. a kiss under his jaw just because you feel like it, climbing into his arms in the middle of the night and tangling your limbs with his own.

he’s startled when you hug him in the shop one day. he goes taut and draws himself tight; you pull away to look at his face.

“this okay, baby?”

he nods, lip quivering, and you coo, reaching up to hold his chin between your thumb and finger.

“what’s the face for, then?”

he shakes his head and sniffs, but nuzzles into your hand when you splay your fingers to rub his stubbled cheek.

“jus’, no one’s ever hugged me like that before.”

“like what, hon?”

“like they love me, y’know?”

your heart breaks. “i do love you.”

the ghost of a smile plays across his lips, so quick that you might’ve thought you’d imagined it if you didn’t know better.

“you do?”

“of course i do.”

that conversation seems to have opened the floodgates for billy. he holds your hand the entire way home, white knuckled and clinging, and is reluctant to let go when you fish your house keys out of your pocket.

when you ask him if he wants to watch a film, he’s ready on the sofa for you to crawl on top of him; you press a firm kiss to his cheek and drape your arms around his neck. he goes soft and boneless, face pressed to the juncture of your neck as your hands rub along his back in big, sweeping circles.

and when he starts to loll and his eyes flutter shut, you pull him up and slide him into bed, wrapping him in blankets. he whines until you press your body against his and kiss all over his pretty face. despite the big bed, there’s not an ounce of space between the pair of you: his legs entwined with yours, his head on your chest, arms squeezing at your middle. you brush soft curls out of his face when his breaths deepen and slow. it’s the most relaxed you’ve ever seen him.

“love you,” he mumbles, half asleep.

“love you more, baby.”

[mypoisonedvine]

if you're up for it, just a lil christmas drabble with billy knight?

summary: your boyfriend has an unexpected reaction to visiting your family for christmas

word count: bit over 1k

warnings: fluff, hurt/comfort, brief alcohol mention, talks about having kids

It took you a moment to notice that Billy had suddenly disappeared; the hustle and bustle of family, the twinkling lights, the table being set— it all distracted you that you weren’t even sure how long he’d been gone. 

You’d seen him just a while ago while the kids were opening their presents (your family had a tradition of letting little ones open one present on the night of Christmas Eve), so he couldn’t have gone too far… but knowing that he had a habit of wandering when he was upset or overwhelmed, your heart did race with worry for a second.

You popped your head out the front door for a second, wondering if you’d see him out there on the snowy street, rubbing his sweater-paw-hands together and breathing a cloud of condensated breath on them to fight the chill; no luck.  You made your way through the various family members here and there, trying not to step on any little ones running around or bump into any old folks moving at a snail’s pace; but he wasn’t in the kitchen, dining room, or hall.  The sounds of merriment faded as you moved upstairs— all the lights were off, too, so all you had to see by was the light from decorated houses outside leaking in— and it was just enough that you thought you heard a sniffle in one of the empty bedrooms, behind a cracked-open door.  You gingerly pushed it open, finding Billy inside, sitting on the bed and wiping his nose; it was hard to see without lights on, but when he lifted his head a bit you could see the streaks of tears reflecting the golden glow from the window. 

“Love, what’s wrong?” you whispered, dashing to sit by his side.  You reached out for him, but waited for him to nod before giving him a tight hug (he didn’t always like being touched when he got like this).  “Did somebody say something?  I told them if they gave you any trouble I’d—”

“No, no,” he managed to choke out as he shook his head, “they’ve all been… really nice…”

You wrinkled your eyebrows together and pet him on the head tenderly, making him soothe just a bit.  “Did you have a flashback?”

He shook his head again, shutting his eyes gently.  “No… s’not that…”

“It’s okay if you can’t tell me right now,” you offered, “I just wanna make it better—”

“No, m’not—” he mumbled, starting over.  “I’m okay.  I just… I told you I hate Christmas.”

Oh god, I’ve traumatised him by begging him to come this year, you assumed immediately.

“An’ I do— ‘cause it’s always been rubbish.  Ever since my mum died,” he added, voice breaking slightly.  “Even before it wasn’t great— nothing like this.  V’never had a Christmas like this.”

Your eyes watered as you reached up to wipe a tear from under his eye.

“I never thought I deserved a Christmas like this,” he finally admitted.

“Love,” you sighed, “you deserve all the good things in the world.”

Sniffling again, he leaned into you and laid his face on your shoulder.  You kept petting his hair, running your fingers through the loose waves, and he clung to you tightly.  “I can come next year, right?” he whispered.

Laughing softly, you lifted his head and contemplated his sweet, teary face before you gave him a quick kiss on the lips.  “You can come every year, love… as long as you’re still my boyfriend, of course,” you joked.

He hesitated for a second, and your heart jumped; that wasn’t going to be a challenge, was it?  “What if I’m your fiance?” he asked suddenly.

Your beaming smile couldn’t be helped— neither could the warmth in your cheeks.  “Oh, er— definitely.  That would be even better.”

He smiled back, kissing you again: slower, softer, sweeter.  It took you a second to come back to reality when he pulled away, you would’ve been perfectly content just kissing him in this dark, quiet room for a while, but someone would probably come looking for you both soon with dinner almost ready.  

“C’mon, I bet they’re waiting for us,” you mumbled, but he pulled you into one last hug before you led him back downstairs.  As you quietly re-entered the gathering, your dad greeted Billy with a pat on the back and asked if he wanted a beer with his dinner; you were about to interrupt with a reminder that you’d told them before about how your boyfriend doesn’t drink (or, rather, can’t because of his medication) but you were impressed to see Billy speak up first with a polite ‘no thanks, sir, but I’ll take a cuppa if your wife’s got a kettle going’.

He’d already been so sweet, complimenting your mom’s cuppa saying she knew how to make it just right, listening to grandpa’s old war stories like they were fascinating, even tolerating your aunt’s Bible thumping.  Seeing Billy’s reaction to it all made you see everything in a new way: you were so used to the annoying stuff— the loud kids and the grumpy relatives and the political arguments and that one cousin trying to convince everyone NFTs are the future— that you’d forgotten to cherish the little moments of pure joy.  Your family was far from perfect, as were the holidays together, but compared to what he was used to Billy thought it was like being inside a Christmas card… and he wasn’t wrong, now that you leaned back and took it all in.

“I can’t wait for next Christmas,” Billy told you first thing when you got in the car on Boxing Day, preparing to brave the snow and drive home.  

“Me either,” you smiled.

“And I can’t wait for our first Christmas with our family,” he added.  “I mean— I know your parents said I’m part of the family now, but y’know… the three of us.”

“Three?” you raised an eyebrow.

“Me, you, and the baby.”

He said it like it was so obvious; the baby, like you should already know about whatever baby he was talking about.  “Our baby?” you realised, face heating up despite the chill still in the car.

“Of course,” he grinned.  “Isn’t that what you want?”

“Y-yeah, I just— I wasn’t sure if you—”

“S’what I want, too,” he promised.  “Used to scare me more— ‘cause I thought it’d be like me an’ my dad.  But it won’t.  It’ll be nice, I think.”

“Yeah,” you sighed, feeling a little dazed as he talked about this so casually, “I think so, too.”

Starting the car, you reversed from the driveway and onto the street.  “Maybe we should have a lot of them,” he announced suddenly.  “Five or six, I mean.”

“Children?!” you choked, slamming the brakes halfway into the road.  

“Okay, maybe not that many!” he laughed.  “Just drive, we’ll talk about it when we get home.”

You bit your lip, having to be careful not to drive too fast to get home quickly; it was thrilling, and a little terrifying, but you were looking forward to that conversation.

[pollenallergie]

billy knight used to have terrible posture because of his raging insecurities and anxieties. however, billy knight now has terrible posture because your cat, dennis, seems to always want to be perched atop the flat of his shoulders whenever’s he’s stood upright. much like this:

dennis has needs, and those needs are to 1) be at the highest vantage point possible at all times while 2) maintaining constant contact with his favourite human, billy (you’re a second runner up). this peculiar and, unfortunately for billy, inconvenient position allows for both of dennis’s most pressing needs to be simultaneously met at all times.

luckily, billy has you to give him back and shoulder massages and to dote on him endlessly when the aches and the tension get to be too much for him. <3

[wheels-of-despair]

Let Me Take Care Of You Pairing: Billy Knight x You Summary: Billy isn't used to being taken care of, but you're going to make him get that way, whether he likes it or not. Contains: A cold, a stubborn boy getting the love and comfort he deserves, a childhood flashback that might make you cry. Word Count: 1.5k

Billy Knight was not used to being taken care of.

You'd been together for years, and he still stared at you in disbelief when you did things for him. He just couldn't believe that someone would voluntarily, without complaint or pay, take care of him. Especially when he was sick.

He'd come down with a cold. That's all it was. Just a cold. It was making him miserable, but Billy didn't complain. No, he preferred to suffer in silence, not letting on just how bad he felt, not wanting to seem like a burden to the only person who'd ever wanted him.

You noticed, and you were having none of it.

He'd come home yesterday looking pale. He'd hardly eaten any dinner. By the time you'd convinced him to stick a thermometer in his mouth, he knew the jig was up, but he was too tired to keep pretending he was alright. He let you put him to bed.

The next morning, you didn't even bother to wake him before calling in sick on his behalf. You'd seen and heard enough through the night. He wasn't going anywhere today.

You, however, had a few errands to run.

You came home bearing goods.

You'd run to the office to grab some things to work on at home for the week, then stopped by the supermarket for supplies.

You quietly unloaded the groceries on the kitchen counter, putting away the cold stuff and leaving the rest to be dealt with later. You packed all of the Billy Supplies in one bag and carried them into the bedroom, where he's staring at the ceiling in a daze.

He perks up when he sees you come in.

"What are you doing here?"

"I said I'd be back soon." You gesture to the sticky note you'd left on your pillow. Well, it was on your pillow. Now it's on the floor. You pick up the pink square that read "supply run, back soon, love you" and bring it to him.

"Good thing I left a note, right?" you joke, sitting on the edge of the bed next to him and placing the bag on the floor. He smiles and sticks the post-it to your jeans. Brat. You pick it off with a grin, crumpling it and tossing it into the grocery bag.

"Where did you go?"

"Ran by the office to warn them of your plague and graciously volunteered to stay quarantined for the rest of the week, then stopped by the store to grab a few things to ease your suffering."

"You didn't have to do that," he says softly.

"Yes I did."

"But--"

"We were running low on sick supplies anyway. I was so eager to put it behind us last spring when we both had it, I forgot to restock. It needed to be done."

Despite your rambling, he still looks embarrassed. You wish you knew how to get it through his thick skull that you wanted to take care of him. You liked taking care of him. Would you prefer it if he weren't sick? Of course. But you're going to be there, no matter what. Whether he likes it or not.

"How are you feeling?"

"Better."

You raise an eyebrow and wait for a real answer. He is clearly not better. He relents.

"Head hurts. Half my nose is stopped up. Throat hurts."

"Was that so hard?" you ask playfully. He shifts uncomfortably.

"I just don't want to be a bu--" You clamp a hand over his mouth. You've been through this so many times, it almost feels routine.

"Stop. You are not a burden." He turns on the sad puppy eyes, and you suddenly want to throttle everyone he's ever known for allowing him to feel this way.

"You are the love of my life, and I will do anything for you." He blinks away the tears welling in his eyes. You plant a quick peck on the back of your hand, still covering his mouth. Damn that sensible no-kissing-on-the-mouth-when-sick rule you'd agreed upon.

"Including, but not limited to," you continue, removing your hand from his mouth and reaching into the bag at your feet. "Bringing you a brand new box of tissues!" You hold the cardboard box up as if you're displaying a prize on a game show. He smiles, and you place it on his bedside table. "Juice!" You pick up and shake one of the six bottles you bought, put it on the table, and reach for the next item. "Generic over-the-counter cold medications!" You brandish a bottle of syrupy liquid and a box of pills, discard them, and pick up the final item. "And last but certainly not least, vapor rub! Can't believe I didn't think of this last time. My grandmother would be ashamed."

"What's that?"

"Vapor rub." He looks at you cluelessly. Of course he's never used vapor rub. You can't exactly picture his brother applying it for him.

"Take off your shirt, I'll show you." He doesn't move. "Trust me," you urge, pulling down the covers and grasping the hem of his shirt. He sits up and lets you peel it off of him.

He leans back onto his pillow and sniffs, watching curiously as you open the jar. The smell of the menthol wafts over and makes his nose twitch. You scoop out a glob with your finger and lean forward. He briefly wonders if you're going to stick it up his nose, but you stop at his chest and begin rubbing it on in slow circles.

Between the smell and the vision of fingers caressing his chest, Billy suddenly remembers his mother. She did this for him once. He must've been three or four. He remembers a fire roaring in the cottage, casting its light throughout the room and making everything orange. He must have been on the couch. His mother sat next to him holding a jar like this. He can't remember what she's saying, or what her voice sounds like, but he remembers feeling tired and warm and loved. She finishes rubbing the goo on him and wipes her hands on a tissue, then picks up a book to read to him. He remembers that she read him stories about animals and flowers and nature and love and good things in life. Because she was good too. She was so good to him. And then she was gone, stolen from him far too soon, and it seemed like she'd taken all the good things with her.

You notice his eyes tearing up again. "Strong stuff, isn't it?" He bites his lip and nods, sniffling.

"Hey, look at that. You just sniffled with both sides. It's working already." You smile warmly and reach for a tissue to wipe your fingers, just like his mother had.

"Are you hungry?" He shakes his head. "Thirsty?" He shakes his head again. "I'll let you slide for now, but I'm gonna pump you full of fluids before the day's over, okay?" He nods. "Do you want me to stick around, or leave you alone to sleep?" He reaches for your hand. You don't know what's going on in that head of his, but you suspect the faraway look in his eye isn't entirely cold-related.

"You know what used to make me feel better as a kid?" You wait a beat before continuing. "Being read to." He stares. "Do you want me to read to you?" He doesn't respond. "Or not, I could just bring the laptop in and put on a movie or something." You're already trying to talk yourself out of it. It was a dumb idea. He's not a child.

"Please." His voice is barely a whisper.

"You want me to read to you?" He nods once. "Any preference?" He swallows. "How about I bring back a couple and let you pick?" He squeezes your hand. "I'll be right back." You squeeze his hand back and kiss his warm forehead before getting up and walking out of the room. He begins breathing a little harder. Whether it's the menthol working its magic or the panic of being left alone right now, he doesn't know. But a few seconds later, you return and present him with three worn paperbacks. Books you've had since you were a child. All of them about animals.

He considers his options while you change back into pajamas and crawl into bed. He hands you his choice and you settle in next to him. He scoots down so that he can place his head in your lap, and your hand immediately comes to stroke his hair.

There are still good things in life. Animals, and flowers, and nature, and stories. And more importantly, good people to share them with. People who really do love you, no matter what.

As he closes his eyes and tries to focus on the sound of your soothing voice, Billy thinks... maybe he could get used to this.

[babybluebex]

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anything for you, my dearest <3 hope you enjoy! cw breeding kink (duh), surprisingly sweet yet feral sex with billy

“Alright,” you started suddenly, setting down your book on the coffee table. “Spill it.” 

“Huh?” Billy asked, looking startled. “Spill what?” 

“You’ve got something on your mind,” you told him. “I don’t know what it is, but you’ve been acting like this all week, and I’m starting to get worried. What’re you thinking about, lovie?” 

“M’not thinking about anything,” Billy told you. “Just watching telly.” 

“You’re looking at the telly, but you’re not watching it,” you said. “Your gaze is all unfocused, and the subtitles have been behind and you haven’t said anything about it. I just want to make sure you’re alright.” 

“I’m alright, I swear,” Billy told you. “Just… Yeah, just thinking, I guess.”

“What about?” you asked. You moved closer to him, and you set your hand on his arm, rubbing your thumb across his freckled skin. “You don’t have to tell me, if you don’t want to.” 

“It’s…” Billy started, and he shook his head. “It’s stupid. It’s really dumb, but I… I was thinking about you.” 

“Me?” you said, your eyes growing wide. “What about me? Surely, it’s something good, right?” 

“Yes, of course,” Billy said. “It’s nothing but good. Well, maybe you won’t see it that way, but… I was thinking about… Nah, it’s— I can’t tell you, it’s embarrassing.” 

“You don’t have to tell me,” you reminded him, and Billy shook his head, his longish hair bouncing. You liked his hair, but you secretly were not a huge fan of how, the longer his hair got, the looser his curls got. At the length it was now, just at his chin, his curls were all but nonexistent, and you missed being able to twirl a springy curl around your finger as you cuddled. 

“I want to tell you,” Billy said. “I just can’t… Look at you while I say it.” 

“Alright,” you chuckled lightly. You turned away from him, settling your back towards his face, but you reached back and took his fingers in yours, squeezing lightly. “What’s on your mind, darling?” 

“I…” Billy started. He cleared his throat, and he mumbled, “I think I want a baby with you.” 

Before you could stop yourself, you whipped your head back around to look at Billy. You knew that your face was betraying you, your eyes wide with shock and your mouth agape, and Billy squinted his eyes shut. “See!” he said. “It’s stupid,  shouldn’t have—”

“Billy, baby, no,” you told him quickly. “It’s not stupid, honey, it’s not. I just— That was not what I was expecting you to say at all, I’m just… Shocked. A baby? When did you start thinking about this?”

“Just recently,” Billy said. “You remember when we were in the shop a few weeks ago, and that baby kept staring at me?” You could hardly remember the incident, but you nodded all the same. “The baby had brown eyes.” 

“Okay…” you started. “Why does that make you think about having a baby with me?” 

“I have brown eyes,” Billy said. “It got me thinking about what our baby would have, if they’d have brown eyes like me or… Y’know? And then I thought about you as a mother, holding my baby, kissing his cheeks and adoring him and… And then I started thinking about how you’d look pregnant, and I-I don’t know, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about that ever since.”

“Oh, Billy,” you said softly. He really had given it a lot of thought, and you frowned as you considered just how long he had been thinking about it without telling you, suffering in silence. “And you’ve thought about this for weeks? Darling.” 

“I know, I know,” Billy mumbled. “It’s dumb of me to, like, be fantasizing about having a baby, I can hardly take care of myself, and here I am, wanting a baby. I just… I don’t know. Sorry, I told you it was stupid.” 

“Don’t be sorry,” you told him quickly. “It’s okay to have little fantasies and want things, like, there’s a term for wanting a baby; ‘baby fever’, y’know? But fantasizing and actually wanting to try for a baby are different. Which one is it?” 

Billy sighed, and he chewed on his thumbnail nervously. “I guess I just want to be close to you,” he said. “I don’t know. Maybe we should just get a cat instead. “

“Billy,” you said. “Tell me, don’t dodge the question. Do you really want to try for a baby?”

Billy hesitated, then slowly nodded, and you rubbed his arm comfortingly. “Well,” you started. “Just because we… Try, doesn’t mean that we have to have a baby. You know what I mean? We can, like, act it out and everything.”

“I don’t want to act it out,” Billy sighed. “I want a baby with you. This isn’t a matter of me just wanting to-to fuck you and fill you up, this is me legitimately waning a family with you and a life, and… I don’t know. It’s stupid.” 

“Stop saying that,” you told him. “It’s not stupid. You have such a big heart, Bill, my love, and you have so much love to give. I love that you want this, especially with me, but I don’t… I’m not sure I’m ready for a baby. I’m just not sure I’d be a good mother.”

“You’d be an amazing mum,” Billy assured you. “If the way you take care of me is any indication, our baby will always be healthy and loved and reminded to take his meds on time.” That drew a chuckle out of you, and you leaned in and softly kissed Billy’s shoulder. “Can we try? Just try. It’s like you said, just because we try doesn’t mean we actually have a baby.”

You had no doubts about Billy as a father— you knew him to be loving and kind and gentle— but you were still worried. “But there’s—“ 

“We can figure out everything when there’s actually a baby to worry about,” Billy told you. “You know what I mean? It’s one step at a time.” 

“Billy, I love you,” you told him, squeezing his arm. “Are you absolutely sure? Because, y’know, it only takes one time, what if the first time is the time?” 

“Then, that’ll be it,” Billy said. “We won’t have to try anymore. I’m sure, my love. I really want a baby with you.”

You sighed, and you nodded. “Alright then,” you said. “We can try for a baby.”

Billy’s face flushed pink, and his eyes went back to the telly as he put his arm around your shoulders, bringing you close to his body. He smelled good, like his cologne and fresh laundry, and you listened as Billy said, “When do you want to start?” 

“We can start now,” you offered, and you laughed as Billy’s eyes bulged out of his head with shock. “Well, you said you wanted to!” 

“I do,” Billy said.”I just wasn’t expecting you to be so… Ready! Yeah, let’s get started.” 

Billy grinned, and he swooped in and kissed you, his lips soft and warm against yours, and you cupped his cheek with your hand as he deepened the kiss, turning his head and letting his tongue press gently into your mouth. He hummed in satisfaction, and he broke the kiss after a moment as his eyes fluttered open. “I love you,” he whispered, and he put his hands on your hips, pulling at your pants, obviously wanting you closer to him. You threw your leg over his waist and settled yourself to sit atop him, and you leaned down to kiss him again. His scruffy facial hair scratched up your cheeks and chin, but you loved the burn, greedily kissing your boyfriend as if someone was coming to take him from you. But no— Billy was yours, and he was here, and he was tugging at your shirt to pull it up and over your head. You laughed and broke the kiss to help him, and Billy refocused on your chest, moving to kiss your supple skin that peeked above the cups of your bra. 

His deft fingers quickly undid the clasp of your bra from behind your back, and you smiled down at him and smoothed down his frizzy hair lovingly as he leaned forward and carefully licked at your nipple, teasing your sensitive skin. You rippled and melted, and your head tilted to glance at the ceiling as you moaned softly. “Billy,” you whispered. “Fuck.”

“You taste so good,” Billy whispered. 

“You…” you started, but Billy lathed his tongue across your nipple, and he sealed his lips around your pebbled bud and sucked hard, making you squeal. “Bill!”

“God,” Billy hummed. “Thinking about what you’ll look like when you get all big with my baby. You’ll be glowing every day, so beautiful, and, when we’re out together, everyone will know exactly what we’ve done and what you let me do to you. Would you like that? You want everyone to know?” 

“Yes,” you mumbled as Billy switched to your other nipple. His eyes were big and round and wet as he looked up at you, watching your face as he suckled at your tit, and you added, “Want everyone to know I’m yours.” 

“Good,” Billy said. “I like to hear that. Do you want me to get you pregnant here, or on the bed?” 

A bolt of lightning ran through your body and settled all tingly in your cunt, and you whimpered, “Wherever you want.” 

“Hey,” Billy said firmly. “Whatever you want. You’re the one who’s going to be carrying the baby and going through everything. Whatever is most comfortable for you is what we’re going to do.” 

He was too good to you. You lifted his head to look at you and you kissed him, and Billy keened up into your kiss, moaning softly as you rolled your hips down onto him. He was hard in his sweatpants, pressing up against your core, and you pulled away from his mouth with a soft smack of your lips. “Right here,” you told him. “Might be the last time we get to have really dirty sex for a while.”

“Dirty, eh?” Billy chuckled. “You want me to fuck you dirty, baby? Tell me what you want.” 

“I just want you,” you told him. “I don’t care how, I just need you, Billy.”

Billy shushed you, kissing you again, and he whispered, “Baby, tell me what you want. Don’t be afraid of it.” 

“I…” you started. You knew that Billy wouldn’t judge you for the things you wanted, that wasn’t the problem; the problem came when you had to admit to yourself that there was something that you wanted. You weren’t used to being selfish, and even admitting that you wanted Billy was a step above what you were used to. You took a deep breath and looked Billy deep in his eyes, feeling comforted by the deep browns, and you said, “I want to see you… So, missionary, I guess. And I don’t want you to be gentle and sweet, I want you to really fuck me. Make me feel it for the next few days. Make our neighbors have to bang on the wall to keep us quiet.”

“Mhm,” Billy agreed, his hands skating up your body to grab at your tits. “Anything else, beautiful?” 

“No,” you said. “Just that.”

“Perfect,” Billy said. He leaned up and kissed you again, soft and quick, and he pulled away to strip his shirt off, exposing his soft chest and belly to you. You loved Billy’s body, as much as he hated it, and you slid off of his lap to kneel between his legs. Your fingers itched to undo his belt and tug down his pants, and Billy lifted his hips to aid you in undressing him. His cock was already half-hard, laying thick and heavy between his legs, and your mouth watered at the sight. 

“Can I…?” you asked, and Billy nodded, cupping the back of your head with his palm. Your mouth fell upon him in an instant, kissing his warm shaft and licking at his heavy balls, and he moaned softly, his eyes fluttering shut in bliss. You took the throbbing head of his cock between your lips and gently sucked, just enough to make Billy’s hips flex, and you took him deeper, wanting more of a reaction. 

“Fuck, yeah,” Billy moaned, his hand on the back of your head controlling you as you took him further into your mouth. You only stopped when you felt him touch the softness in the back of your throat, and you fell off of him with a gasp. Before he could even ask if you were alright, you went right back to him, suckling on his head as your hands went to gently massage his balls. Spit coated your lips as you started to bob your head on him, really sucking him down, and the slide of him in your mouth only made you groan and Billy moan. “Good girl, taking me so deep… Fuck me, your mouth is so good.” 

Your lips made a popping sound as you pulled off of him, gasping for breath, and you spit down onto his cock as your hand wrapped around him and started to jerk him off quickly. You wanted him fully hard before he got inside you and, so far, it seemed to be working. His cock was hot to the touch, his skin soft over his hardness, and every time your fingers brushed his sensitive head, he groaned and tossed his head back as his eyes rolled back in his head. “Fuck, love…” Billy muttered. “Gonna let me in your cunt soon?” 

You nodded, licking up the spurts of pre-cum that his cock was leaking, and you started to stand up. Your aching knees protested with a quick pop, and you groaned softly, and Billy, ever the attentive boyfriend, grabbed at your hip and looked at you with wide, worrying eyes. “You alright?” he asked, and you nodded. 

“Never better,” you told him. “Fuck me, Billy, please.” 

You laid down on the couch next to him, taking down your pants, and your cunt pulsed as Billy situated himself over you, jacking himself off slowly as he greedily watched you open your legs for him. He reached out and gently let his fingers run across your slit, wet and aching for him, and he grunted as he brought his glistening fingers up to his mouth and licked at them. “God, you taste good,” Billy whispered. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” you told him, and you grinned as Billy gave you a smile. He was excited, you could tell, and you pulled him down by his neck to kiss him. “Put a baby in me, Billy, please.” 

“Mmm,” Billy hummed against your lips, and he let out a little chuckle. “I almost told you to wait and let me get a condom, but… Sorta defeats the purpose, huh?” 

“Yeah, it would,” you giggled, and you watched as Billy pressed the head of his cock against your winking hole, waiting for him to fill you. Your heart beat rapidly in your chest at the impending pleasure, and your head fell back in ecstasy as Billy slowly rolled his hips forward, filling you carefully. You moaned at the stretch of him, anchoring yourself in his hair, and Billy reached up to grab hard at your hips to control his slow entry. Every inch of him brought the feeling anew, and you whined a little as he filled you completely, his balls touching your ass as he nestled his hips fully against you. 

“Look at you,” Billy cooed. “Taking it all, what a fuckin’ sight. You ready?”

“Yeah,” you mumbled, already feeling fuzzy, and you moaned softly as Billy pulled his hips back. He rocked forward, filling you again, and you closed your legs around his waist to tug him even deeper, your heels shoving into his ass to urge him deeper. “More, baby, more.” 

Billy started to gain speed, pushing and pulling, ebbing and flowing, working his body against yours and pulling every tendril of pleasure from you. You moaned and keened into him, tugging him into sloppy kisses with every thrust, and soon the electricity began to gather in your belly. How the fuck were you so close already? You suppose you had never had any sort of truly sensual sex with Billy before— sure, you had made love before, but nothing like this. 

“Fuck, I’m close!” you cried, and Billy’s hand went to your cunt, his fingers finding your clit in an instant and rubbing lightly, just giving you enough sensation to make your thighs tremble. 

“Already?” Billy asked. “Even I last longer than that.”

��Shut up,” you huffed out a laugh, and Billy smiled. “I can’t help it that you’re doing everything right.” 

“Boosting my ego, are we?” Billy asked. “I love when you get like this.”

“Like what?” you asked. “Praising you and shit?” 

“Exactly,” Billy said. “Telling me that you’re enjoying this and that you’re having a good time… It makes me feel good that you feel good.” 

“Such a people pleaser,” you told him with a kiss, and Billy’s cock throbbed inside you. He moaned suddenly, as if caught off guard, and his chest flushed red. 

“Sorry,” he mumbled. “I just like when you kiss me.” 

“Don’t be sorry,” you told him. “I think it’s cute.” 

“Really?” Billy asked. “M’sorry, I just— Sorry, I—”

“I love you,” you told him, and Billy gave you a goofy, lopsided grin. 

“I love you too,” he told you. “ Gonna let me get you pregnant? Gonna let me fill you up?”

“Yes, Billy, fuck,” you whimpered. “Fuck me, give me a baby.” 

“I’ll give you all the babies you want,” Billy said. His teeth were gnashed together as he fucked you, holding you firmly and keeping you in place, and the couch creaked under you in time with his hard thrusts. “God, I can’t wait until we have this little one running around.  What’re you thinking for names?” 

“W-Well,” you started, stuttering as his cock nestled straight into your spot inside you, sending sparks flying through your body. “I wanna name them after you. William for a boy, Willa for a girl.” 

“Really?” Billy asked, his eyes widening. “You really wanna do that?” 

“Of course,” you said. “I love you more than words can say, why wouldn’t I want to honor you?”

“You’re so sweet,” Billy chuckled, pushing inside you and making you gasp softly. “I like the name Rosemary for a girl… And I haven’t ever thought about a boy’s name. I’ve just always imagined having a little girl, if I ever had kids. I’ve never seen myself as a boy dad.” 

“I guess we’ll have to see,” you said. “Fuck, baby, I’m so close, a little faster?” 

“F’course,” Billy nodded, and he sped up his thrusts, his belly quivering as you tightened around him. Now, every thrust hit that spot inside you, and you whimpered as the electricity grew and grew. Eventually, the sparks and fire boiled over, and you tugged Billy into a kiss as your body betrayed you, shaking and quivering. 

“Billy!” you whined, your back arching up into him, and Billy leaned down and licked at your breasts, taking your nipple into his mouth again and sucking hard. You gasped, pulling at his hair as you tried to anchor yourself down to earth, and Billy whimpered as his cock flexed.

“M’cumming—” he groaned around your nipple, and you felt him shudder before he came hard, filling you to the brim as he continued to thrust into you, his hips stuttering and faulting as he neared the end of his orgasm. “Fuck, baby, fuck, fuck, fuck…” 

“God,” you sighed, your heart racing inside your chest. “You’re amazing, Billy, I love you.” 

“I’ll never get tired of hearing you say that,” Billy whispered. His forehead was dotted with sweat, and you reached up to mop it up with your wrist as you giggled. 

“I love you so much,” you told him, and Billy gave you a watery smile. His hips were still moving slowly, fucking his cum deep into you, and you closed your eyes and sighed as overstimulation started to set into your bones and joints. “Alright, I love this, but I’m starting to—”

“Shit, sorry,” Billy said quickly, and he pulled out of you, letting his cum drip from your tired hole. 

“No, you’re okay,” you told him quickly. “It was just starting to be a lot.” 

“Sorry,” Billy told you. “Thank you for… For this. For being so cool about doing this for me.” 

“I want this too,” you told him. “I can’t wait until we have this baby together.” 

It wasn’t long before you decided to take a pregnancy test. You and Billy had been hard at work trying to make a baby, and, as soon as your first missed period passed, you decided that you couldn’t wait any longer to know. You went to the shop on the corner and bought one of those plastic tests, and you brought it home. “Billy!” you called, trying to find your boyfriend in the flat, and he quickly popped out of the kitchen. You brandished the box for the test in front of you, and Billy gasped. 

“You think so?” he asked. “My little Rosemary?” 

“Only one way to find out,” you told him. 

The instructions were simple enough, and soon enough, you were sitting on the bathroom counter, waiting the requisite two minutes for the test to confirm whether or not you were pregnant. In two minutes, your whole life was about to change, and you held Billy’s hand tightly. “What if it’s negative?” you asked softly. “What if I can’t get pregnant?” 

“Easy,” Billy mumbled. “Just because it’s negative doesn’t mean you can’t get pregnant, it just means it didn’t happen this time. And we don’t even know if it’s negative. What if it’s positive? What if our Rosemary is there right now, just waiting to meet us?”

“I still want to name her Willa,” you said softly, squeezing Billy’s hand. “I’m so nervous, Bill. Can you read it for me?” 

“I’m nervous too,” Billy said softly. “Has it been two minutes yet?” 

“Not quite,” you said, looking at your phone clock. “Like, thirty more seconds.” 

“We can turn the spare room into her nursery,” Billy started to muse, rubbing his thumb across the back of your hand. “Just imagine it, done up all pink with cute little rabbits everywhere. How precious would that be?” 

“Pink bunnies are cute,” you said lightly. “But what if it’s a boy?” 

“Blue bunnies,” Billy said easily. “Or we can go gender-neutral and do yellow bunnies. I’ve thought about this, lovie. I love you, and whatever this test says, it won’t change that.” 

You sighed, looking down and seeing that the two minutes had in fact passed, and you squeezed your eyes shut nervously as you grabbed the plastic test. “Oh, I can’t look,” you groaned. “Billy—”

Carefully, Billy took your hands into his, and you buried your head in his neck as he turned the test over to look at the small window. He was quiet for a long moment, only swallowing thickly, and he finally kissed your head. “Hi there, Rosemary,” he whispered, and you gasped. “It’s your daddy. Can you hear me yet? God, I can’t wait to meet you. I love you.” 

“Is it—” you started, and you looked out from Billy’s neck to the test. Two lines. You were pregnant. “Oh my God. Oh my God, Billy!” 

“It worked,” Billy smiled. “God, I’m so in love with you.” 

“I—” you started, and your happy tears started to fall. “I’m gonna be a mum.”

“And what a mum you’ll be,” Billy said, burying a kiss in your hair. “What an amazing mum our baby’s got.” 

[keeponquinning]

ummm heyyyyy i heard from a lil birdie that you’re down for doing Billy Knight ai audios… color me ecstatic, i love that timid lil goober with my whole soul. on that note, would you maybe be down for doing an ai audio of Billy sweetly greeting the reader (or ig, listener, in this case lol) after she gets home from a long day at work??? like maximum fluff?? no particular reason for this request… definitely not because i had a shit time at work this week and wish that i had a Billy Knight of my own to come home to…

p.s. before i stumbled across your blog i didn’t even know that i was into ai audios of my favorite characters and now i’m obsessed with them so… thank you so much for your contribution to my ongoing obsession with the JQ cinematic universe. love you long time <3

This is so sweet and you're so welcome?? I've been loving the AI audios, another form of story telling?? With voices?? Sign me uppp. Okay, so I'm not sure it's like... 100% sounding like him, but this is the best i can do! Hope this is what you wanted!

[vi-sinner]

my friends: “He’s violent and a murderer, and will hurt anyone who gets in his way”

me: “but…he’s so pretty 🥺👉🏻👈🏻”

[elliewlums]

Billy Knight + sharing your umbrella with them in the rain (from the 50 Wordless Ways to Say “I Love You” list), please! ☂

content warnings: billy is shy</3 and stands out in the rain, use of pet names (r to billy), lil cheek kiss, lotsa fluff!! v short but i have more coming!!

note: this man melts my fucking heart i adore him<333

“what you doing all the way over there, bill?” you ask, voice soft. he’s sopping wet through, iridescent droplets dripping from the curled tresses that fall across his forehead. he walks tentatively along the pavement, too cautious of encroaching on your space to worry about being rained on.

he twitches at your question and swipes at his red nose; the tic isn’t lost on you after being dormant for a good fraction of the evening.

“come here, baby.” you gesture to the umbrella and hold out a hand for him to take— palm out, fingers splayed wide, waiting for him to come to you. his brown eyes widen and he trembles in that classic ‘deer in headlights’ look he tends to have about him. you crook your fingers to encourage him again and when he takes your hand, you grin.

he smiles too, albeit anxious and wobbly. you coax him into your side until the umbrella encases the pair of you - out of the rain - and curl your arm around his own. he’s shivering.

“th-thank you,” he says suddenly, pressing as close to you as he dares. you reach up to press a wet kiss to his stubbled cheek.

“you don’t have to thank me, my darling.” your flat soon approaches as you walk up the busy street arm-in-arm with billy. you nuzzle his shoulder. “let’s get you warmed up, ‘kay?”

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Oh my fuck if you used your writerly powers for Billy Knight *chews on pillow*

How about making Billy come twice, he'd be so desperate to be good for you but overstimulated and a mess. Can be from riding him until he's hard again, sucking him off, idk my eyeballs are gonna explode if I think about it too much 😱

Pairing | Billy Knight x fem!reader

Warnings | sexual content (18+ minors dni), handjobs (not really, it's over his pants lol), oral m receiving, piv sex, unprotected sex (wrap it kids), dubious content (possibly? it's very much wanted but billy doesn't voice his consent), premature ejaculation, overstimulation, mentions of poor mental health, mentions of medication, mention of physical ticks, health facility setting, fluff, angst, billy is incredibly touch starved.

Word Count | 3k

A/N | this was purely self-indulgent because i love billy so much, i've not proofread it so if you see any mistakes no you didn't

"Bill, how longs it been since a girl touched you?" You ask quietly, leaning out to rest your hand on his knee. You don't miss the way his leg jerks a little under the touch, like you'd burned him with a match.

"I don't - I don't know. Not since I was in school, a while ago." Billy's voice is thick, wet, accent shining through with every word he speaks. You can tell he's mortified by your question, the way his tick kicks up a little after being stagnant the whole of your visit so far, the constant swiping of his nose turning it red raw.

You wince a little at his confession, can't help but screw your face up - it's obvious that you look sad for him. He hadn't had it easy his whole adulthood, really, being constantly in and out of hospital for various mental health disorders meant that he was starved in the affection department, too busy trying to get better before he could focus on a girl.

He looks like he's getting better, that you can tell. He was finally allowed visitors in his room, not in the mess hall, which meant he was being trusted alone without constant supervision. He also just looked cleaner cut; the black Henley adorning his toned torso suited him so much better than the baggy grey hoodie he always wore. His hair was neat, combed back, though his stubbly beard still remained.

He looked nicer with it, you thought. Not so much like a scared schoolboy, it made him look older in a more masculine way. He'd told you the medication was helping, too, that he was sleep schedule was improving and he wasn't so anxiety ridden all the time, scared that somebody was coming to get him.

This private place had been better than anywhere the NHS had sent him, clearly having money was the big factor in whether mental health sufferers really ever got the help they needed. You didn't pry him on where the money came from to pay for the treatment, sometimes it was better to stay out of the Knights' business.

"Where were you, uh, going with this?" Billy's shaky voice snaps you out of your trance, and you realise you'd been staring back and forth between his face, chest and crotch unabashedly this entire time. Your cheeks heat up, and you glance away to look at the clock ticking behind his head, suddenly becoming so interesting.

"You'll think I'm being so silly," You sputter, subtly fanning your face with your hand that wasn't still slapped on Billy's knee, in a bid to cool down a little, embarrassment taking over your whole body, "I just thought that, maybe, it'd help you relax a little if you, or if I helped you... take the edge off."

Billy cocks his head to the side, confusion etching onto his features before it dawns on him exactly what you meant. He flushes a deep red, "Oh, um. The prescription pills they have me on s-sort of... stop me from being able to f-finish, uh, lot of the time."

You're the reason he's stuttering, you know that and it's making you want to lunge at him and wrap him up in a big hug to calm him down. You've clearly mortified him with your question, too forward and full on for somebody who may as well still have been a virgin with the amount of time that'd gone by since he'd last been in any sexual encounter that wasn't with his own right hand.

"I can... well I can try?" You say it like it's a question, eyes flitting back to look at him once more, the heat on his face making him look even more endearing, his long dark lashes fanning across the tips of his cheeks as he closes his eyes and sucks in a sharp breath.

Your hand had inched further up his thigh without you even realizing, and you gasp when the back of your hand brushes against his obvious erection through his dark jogging bottoms. You question now if it's not actually embarrassment that's making him flush so dark - but arousal instead.

"You'll tell me if I'm reading this wrong, yeah?" You ask him gently, voice barely above a whisper as you slide your palm over his cock through the thick material of his pants, clear outline making it obvious he had no underwear on underneath. Your breath hitches as you go to curl your hand around his length, so thick that your fingers can't wrap around it fully.

You're watching in awe as a wet patch starts to form on the soft cotton, dampening it until it's stained darker, whilst you go between ghosting your hand up and down gently and squeezing softly. Billy can't rip his eyes away from you, drifting back and forth between your shocked face and your hand grasping at him.

"I'm gonna cum, darlin'. Sorry, shit," Billy's hand claws onto the leather arm of his chair and he's hunching in on himself, coming with a low, gruff moan, painting the inside of his sweatpants with his release.

Your eyes widen in shock, a gasp escaping your lips as you sit back and take in what just happened. Your thighs clench, a wave of heat overcoming your body at the thought of him coming undone so easily under your touch.

"M'sorry, this is so embarrassing." Billy's whiny little voice breaks the silence, he throws his head back and rubs at his face with his hands. They're big enough that they completely engulf his features, making his head seem small in comparison. In that split second, you decide you want - no, need to have his hands all over you. You needed to show him what it was like to touch a girl, feel her go pliant under his touch.

"It's not." You say it all too quick, hand tearing away from his crotch to grab at his arm and pull his hands away from his face so he could look at you properly. His eyes are watering, big brown orbs clearly showing his distress and it makes your heart ache, "It's not embarrassing, Bill. It's normal, you've not been touched by another person in, what, seven years? Maybe longer? Don't feel like you should be better at this."

You slip out of your own chair across from Billy, sliding onto your knees in front of him with a dull thud, shuffling between his spread legs, "Can I touch you again? Proper this time?" Your voice is barely above a whisper, batting your lashes at him prettily, "I promise I'll make it good for you."

Billy shakes out a stuttered sigh, cock already kicking up again in interest at the thought of your bare flesh connecting with his own. You're so gorgeous, he's thought about you in this way for so long, but he always thought you'd do better than him. That you could do better than him.

He thought you were only still friendly with him out of pity, at the end of the day you had been Jimmy's friend first. You hadn't had any dealings with Jimmy in years, yet you always still checked in with Billy, visited often. Maybe it was because you knew he didn't really have any other friends, nobody to look out for him but you.

Billy hazards a glance down at you when he feels your fingers brush over the waistband of his soiled sweats, helps you by lifting his hips up when you tug at them to pull them down. You leave them to pool at his ankles, no patience to take them off completely.

He's fully hard again just at the sight of you on your knees in front of him, leaky tip slapping against his belly, his previous load still glistening down his shaft, perfect for using to lube him up.

"Can I put my mouth on you?" You ask tentatively, fingers ghosting over his balls, up his shaft to wrap deftly around the tip. You pull his foreskin down a little to reveal the mushroom shaped head, another blurt of precum shooting out of his slit and coating your thumb.

Billy never does reply to you, too entranced with the look of your hand on his bare skin, your own flesh feeling so hot it almost burns, searing through his sensitive spots.

You shuffle forward a bit more, mouth hovering over the head of his cock so you can spit a glob of saliva onto it for extra lubricant. Billy hisses, big doe eyes staring at you, unblinking, in awe of you and what you're doing for him.

When your lips finally wrap around the tip, you can't help the moan that leaves you. He tastes salty but clean as you suck and lick at him, heady in such a delicious way it intoxicates you, clouds your senses. You move your hand a bit lower so you can take more of him in, having to bring up your other hand to wrap with it so you can cover his shaft properly.

He's so thick, stretching your mouth wide and cracking your lips. You sink down a bit further, taking more of his cock in until you're gagging, throat closing up around him.

You can hear Billy's fingernails scratching at the leather of the chair, his hips stuttering up into your mouth in a telltale sign that he's close to coming already. His belly is shaking, moans escaping him in quick presession like he can't contain them.

You can't let him come like this; you had to have his cock in you before your visit was over, your core ached for it, your panties feeling damp just from touching him. Billy consumed your entire being, had you feeling needy and desperate.

When you release his dick with a 'pop' he sputters out a little whine, a clear sign that he was so close to the edge before you finished what you were doing.

You look up at him through wet lashes, his face burning a deep purple and the veins on his neck popping from the strain of him struggling not to come. You get up off your knees, pulling your tights down your legs along with your panties so that you're bare from the bottom down, sliding your shirt up over your head to just leave you in a bra on top.

"What're you, shit," Billy struggles to get his words out, ticking and wiping his nose with the backs of his fingers, "what're you doing?"

"Can I ride you?" You ask gently, edging closer to him and kicking his feet until his legs are a bit closer together. Billy nods, and you take that as permission to mount him, spread legs bracketing his hairy thighs.

You flip your skirt up a little, reaching behind you to grab at the base of Billy's cock. You rub the tip in between your folds, all whilst watching him and you don't miss the way his eyes roll back, head tipping so his stubbly neck is bared to you.

You take it slowly, sliding down inch by inch until your cunt is nestled against his groin, thatch of dark pubes tickling your delicate skin. You feel so full it's delicious, his thick cock feeling like it was made to be nestled deep in you.

Billy instinctively reaches out to grab at your hips, stilling you from moving until he got used to the feeling of your soaking wet cunt enveloping him. He breathes in and out deeply, not even baring to look at you, worried he'd blow his load immediately if he did.

You bring your hands out to gently brush over his cheeks, silently forcing him to look at you, which he does eventually. He's just so pretty, his big brown orbs watery and bloodshot, his plump red lips bitten, his cute nose darkened from the constant rubbing as he ticked.

He was so perfect you couldn't fucking stand it. You let your knees do some work for you, finally lifting up a few inches and sinking back down to the hilt. Billy's eyes flutter shut, a high-pitched moan leaving him, the feeling of your sopping, gummy cunt tightening around him feeling fucking heavenly.

You pick up a steady pace quickly, letting yourself be consumed by Billy completely. His big hands running up and down from your waist to your hips and back again, his moans and whimpers clouding your head, his thick cock nudging at your insides so deliciously it made you ache.

You remove your hands from his face, reaching to unclasp your bra and let it fall, baring your tits to him. You shake him gently to make him open his eyes, so he can get a good eyeful. What you don't expect is for him to lean forward immediately and latch onto your left nipple, suckling gently.

"Oh, Billy," You're a moaning mess above him, your cunt feeling so full, whole body on fire with the feeling of his body hard pressed against yours. He's mouthing at your breasts, sucking on your nipples as if his life depended on it.

He's whining, hips stuttering up against yours to meet your bounces. There's no real rhythm to it, his inexperience clear as day, but you're struggling to care with how good he's making you feel. The catch and drag of the head of his cock brushing your spongey spot, making your pussy slicker than before.

"God, darling, I'm so sorry," Billy groans, letting go of your nipple and kissing along the swell of your tit instead, whining out as you speed up a little, helping him chase his orgasm, "I'm gonna cum, fuck."

"Do it, babe, s'okay," You moan, tugging at his hair a little to get him to crane his neck up, to finally press a kiss to his lips. That's what does it for him, has his hips stuttering against yours as he comes deep inside of you.

He opens his mouth to moan, and you take that as your opportunity to deepen the kiss, slipping your tongue into his mouth to lap lazily against his own. He shudders through his orgasm, your hips slowing down to a stop when he starts to shake with overstimulation.

He's not very good at kissing, but his plump lips and wide tongue make up for it. You find your cunt fluttering at the feeling, clamping down around his cock to milk the final bit of come out of him. You try not to be disappointed that you haven't been able to chase your own release, too focused on making Billy feel good.

You're not sure when you stop kissing, but when you do and you open your eyes again, you notice Billy's eyes are wet and his cheeks are stained with tear marks. You wipe his tears away with your thumb, smiling at him until he's forced to smile back.

"Good?" You ask gently, hips rocking subtly, his soft cock still nudging slightly against your soft spot. You try not to be pushy, knowing he'd be sensitive, but you can't help but want to do it again, the coil in your gut still wound tight with need.

Billy nods, huffing out a little, "I can - I can feel that, you know?" He says, nodding towards your soft hips moving, "It's - it's really sensitive, God."

You continue moving your hips in silence, squeezing your cunt around him, feeling his dick throbbing inside of you like it's trying to pique interest again. You really hope it does, you need to do this for a little longer, just a little.

"You can come again though, right? Let me try, please?" You're basically begging him, forehead to forehead and circling your hips back and forth on his already half hard cock and he's crying again, overcome with pleasure and sensitivity, struggling to think straight through the feeling of you on top of him.

Billy nods anyway, a silent yes and you use the leverage of your knees on the hard material of the chair to rise back up again, sinking back down softly. You do it like this until he's fully hard again, up down, up down, up down, your nails digging into the skin of his neck to keep yourself stable.

His hot hands on your waist make your skin feel like it's on fire, has your tummy coiling even tighter, the telltale sign of your own orgasm beginning to wash over you with every drag of his cock head against your gummy walls.

"That's it, Bill, God, your cock feels so good." You cry out, chasing your high until your cunt spasms around him and you feel the white-hot waves of pleasure crashing around you. A gush of slick comes from you, making your pussy impossibly wetter, so wet you feel it drip down your inner thighs onto Billy's own.

You feel like you black out for a second, only coming to when you feel Billy's hands grip onto your hips impossibly tighter so he can fuck up into you from below, his wet moans telling you he's close to coming again, too.

"Fuck, I love you, darling, shit. Love you, always have, m'so sorry, fuckfuck," Billy's hands slide up your back, tugging you until you're impaled on his cock impossibly deeper, chest pressed flush to his own as he comes for the third time, face buried into your neck tightly.

Your heart swells at his words, face flushing dark at the confession. Your insides bloom warmly, consumed with the sheer love you have for him, "I love you too, Bill. Loved you forever, was it not obvious?"

Billy's crying against your chest, hot tears spilling onto your bare chest, "No, I didn't, God, why didn't you tell me?"

"You needed to get better first, Bill." Your voice is soft, hand deftly running over his hair soothingly, "You're getting better now, though. It was time. I'm here forever, I'm not going anywhere."

You whisper encouraging words into his skin until his cries come to a stop, his shuddering body finally stilling. He'd finish his treatment, get the fuck out of here and you could start your life together.

It was the only thing keeping him focused on getting better - he needed to, to go out and see the world with you by his side.

[pollenallergie]

artist!billy knight who almost always ends up recreating your image in his art, sometimes intentionally, other times unintentionally.

billy sits down to paint a landscape painting for a commission, and he thinks to himself, “hmm, i think maybe if i put someone sat at an iron garden table drinking tea somewhere over here, then that would really complete this piece.” so, he adds the person in, thinking up different features for them at random as he goes along, all the while thinking, “yes, yes! that’s much better.” until, finally, he realizes, “shit, that’s my partner. for fuck’s sake, i promised i’d stop putting my partner in my clients’ commissions. well, they’re already there and looking stunning, as always, so it’d really be a waste to just paint over them… might as well just leave them there and hope it doesn’t become an issue with the client.”

[wheels-of-despair]

Billy Knight A-Z

A- Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they like to show affection?)

Billy speaks all the love languages, but he specializes in physical touch and quality time. Sometimes he just needs to touch you to recharge his battery. He loves being around you, even if you're not doing anything specific. And he's not great at vocalizing himself, but you make a point to tell him how much you appreciate every little thing about him. Just because you love watching him glow.

B- Best Friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

He's your other half. You don't know how to function without each other at this point.

C- Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How do they like to cuddle?)

He was hesitant at first, but since you broke through that touch-starved barrier and convinced him you wanted to be close to him, he feeds on it. Even if it's just a graze or a shoulder squeeze as you walk by, he feels it in his soul, and he loves it.

D- Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they with cooking, cleaning, etc?)

Billy is currently living a life of domestic bliss, and it's the happiest he's ever been. He loves being home. He loves folding laundry, and washing dishes, and cooking with you. If the two of you could stay home together forever, you'd both jump at the chance.

E- Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Yeah, that's not happening. Next.

F- Fiancé (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Billy doesn't want to get married or have kids, because he doesn't want to pass on the Knight name or genes. He knows he's yours, and you're his, and he's fine with things staying that way.

G- Gentle (How gentle are they? Both physically and emotionally.)

Extremely. After the violence of his early life, he's determined to be different. He's gentle, and kind, and thoughtful. Maybe too thoughtful. Baby boy overanalyzes everything.

H- Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they like it? What are their hugs like?)

They're his favorite things in the world. He went over a decade without being hugged before you found each other, and now he can't exist without them. He wants to squeeze you so bad, but he holds back because he's scared he'll hurt you. You do not share this concern, and regularly wrap your arms around him like a python. He loves it.

I- I Love You (How fast do they say the L-word?)

It took him a while. You said it first, and it scared the shit out of him. Nobody had ever said that to him but his mum, and he didn't know what to think. Eventually, you convinced him that your feelings were real, and you weren't going anywhere. When he finally said it back, you both cried. You haven't gone more than 12 hours without saying it to each other since.

J- Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

He's not, but you're familiar with jealous boys, so you make a point to avoid anything that could set him off. Not because he'll lash out, but because he'll internalize and convince himself that you deserve better.

K- Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Soft and sweet... until they're not. ;) He's taller, so he likes to kiss your forehead. And your mouth. And your neck. Wherever you'll let him. He'll also take any kiss you want to give him. One time, you took his face in your hands and peppered every inch of it with kisses. He blushed so hard, you thought his head might explode. It was the sweetest thing anyone had ever done for (to?) him.

L- Little Ones (How are they around kids?)

Awkward. He hasn't spent much time around them, so he doesn't really know how to interact. But since he didn't have much of a childhood, he loves to watch them. He thinks they're fascinating.

M- Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Billy is at his snuggliest in the morning. The King of 5 More Minutes. He doesn't like getting out of bed, and usually has to be bribed with breakfast. Definitely spends his first few minutes up stumbling around like a zombie.

N- Night (How are nights spent with them?)

He's not a huge fan of the dark, but he likes the calm and quiet that comes with night. Everything seems to move a little slower. He likes to watch TV with you, or read on opposite ends of the couch. Anything where you just get to be together.

O- Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything at once or do they open up slowly?)

You spent years cobbling together the details of his childhood from the little bits and pieces he'd tell you. It's painful. It's over. He doesn't like to talk about it. And that's okay.

P- Patience (How easily angered are they?)

He gets frustrated with himself, mostly. He's been told he's stupid so many times that it's ingrained in him, and he hates the feeling. If it takes him more than two tries to get something right, he feels it, and that makes him angry. Luckily, he has someone with the patience of a saint (when it comes to him, anyway) to help him through it.

Q- Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they mention every little detail in passing or do they kind of forget everything?)

He has a very good memory, but he still writes the important things down, because he's afraid his mind will play tricks on him.

R- Remember (What is their favorite moment of your relationship?)

The first time you took him to the beach. He'd never been there before, and was afraid of everything, but you held his hand and explained everything, from how to walk in the sand to how to roast the perfect marshmallow on the tiny fire you helped him build.

S- Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

He's a little insecure. (Some would say paranoid.) When he first moved in, you were afraid that he'd think you were crazy for your make-sure-everything's-locked run-through, but you couldn't sleep without it. You tried to hide it for a while with an "I'm going to get a drink of water" excuse, but soon realized that he was waiting for you to fall asleep so he could go do his own lock check. You both get a lot more sleep now that you've synced your routines.

T- Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

So hard. You normally have a very laid-back relationship, but he still puts pressure on himself to make every occasion perfect.

U- Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

He has terrible self-esteem. You put so much effort into building him up, because he's wonderful and you wouldn't trade him for the world, but he still doesn't quite believe he deserves to be loved. And every time he sees his brother, it's back to square one.

V- Vanity (How concerned are they with their appearance?)

Not at all. He likes to be clean and comfortable. End of list.

W- Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Yes, and you feel the same.

X- Xtra (A random headcanon for them)

Billy loves to read, but he didn't realize it until he was in his 20s. He had some catching up to do, but you were with him every step of the way, and now he's a total bookworm.

Y- Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

He doesn't like loud noises, especially raised voices.

Z- Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs?)

Billy Knight is the cuddliest sleeper that ever slept.

More Billy here!

[babybluebex]

billy x fem reader

Billy and reader are married and have a son/daughter and he/she is only a couple days old and so reader is still extremely tired so when their son/daughter wake the both of them up with crying billy calms their child back to sleep and talks about how amazing reader is and starts to reminisce on the great memories of their youth and he eventually joins reader back in bed and he looks at her with such love and admiration before he soon falls asleep

A wail came from the small bassinet, and it woke you up in an instant. Your husband next to you stirred as well, giving a tired little snuffle, and Billy mumbled, “I’ll get her.” 

“She’s probably hungry,” you mumbled sleepily. “I can get her—”

“No, darling, no,” Billy insisted. “If she’s hungry, I’ll bring her over, but let me get up. You’ve had a big few days, get your rest.” 

In the darkness, Billy shifted in bed to get up, and he flicked on a lamp. You looked over at him, bathed in the golden light, and you watched him card his hand through his long hair before he stood up, and he went to the other side of the room, where tiny Camilla’s bassinet sat. She really was the smallest thing, born premature, and Billy looked down at her, crying and sniffling. She was the spit of him, downy hair, round nose, pert lips. Oh, yes, she was Billy’s daughter, no doubt, and, as he pulled her into his arms, he thought that there had never been a luckier man than him. 

“Oh, Cami,” Billy whispered, holding her to his chest and lightly bouncing her. “My sweetest girl, what’s wrong? Tell your daddy what’s the matter.” Camilla continued to cry, and, even though Billy knew that babies were babies and that babies were wont to cry, it still broke his heart to hear her so distressed. Luckily, though, he didn’t have to be heartbroken for much longer, as the wee girl trailed off with her wailing, only cooing and making small sounds. “There she is, my girl, did you just need a cuddle?” 

“Was’the matter?” you mumbled, still half-asleep, and Billy slowly came back to bed, sitting up against the wall with Camilla on his chest. 

“She just wanted a cuddle,” Billy said fondly. The newborn, hardly a week old, was alert now, her eyes darting all over and examining everything, and she made a sweet noise when she saw you. You smiled at her and reached out to carefully smooth down her hair, and you whispered, “She’s so amazing.” 

“So are you, y’know,” Billy said. He looked at you then, his eyes full up of stars and hearts, and you grimaced. “No, darling, you are. You gave me a daughter, you made her and carried her and gave her to me, I can’t ever thank you or repay you.” 

You blinked slowly, and you reached up to kiss your husband, feeling the scruff on his face against your cheeks. “I love you,” you whispered. 

“I love you more,” Billy whispered. His hand smoothed down Camilla’s back, soothing her little whimpers, and he added, “D’ya remember when we met? So long ago, it feels like a lifetime.”

“I remember…” you started. “I had come to the pub with some uni mates, and I stepped outside for a smoke, but I had forgotten my cigs, and you were out there, and I asked to bum one.” 

“You were the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen,” Billy laughed. “In a little sundress, even though it was freezing cold, and your hands were shaking as you held your cigarette.” 

“Can I admit something?” you asked, and Billy furrowed his brow before he nodded. “That dress had pockets. My cigarettes were right by my side, but… I had seen you when I was with my friends, and I… I needed to talk to you. I just had to. So I pretended like I didn’t have them so that I’d have an excuse to talk to you.” 

“Really?” Billy asked. “But that’s…” 

“Silly,” you huffed. “I know. But I couldn’t think of any other way to talk to you, and I was too nervous to just start a conversation.”

“Not silly,” Billy told you. “Cute. So cute. But I asked for your number before you could even finish the cigarette. And you smiled and shook your head and said, ‘You don’t wanna really talk to me’. But I did, and you eventually gave me your number, and—”

“We texted all night,” you recalled. “Until the sun came up.” 

“And we haven’t parted since,” Billy said with a sappy smile. “And when I asked you to be my girlfriend, I was so nervous, I felt sick to my stomach, but you were so kind and sweet, you put me at ease. You’ve always put me at ease. And then when I proposed, I felt the same way, and on our wedding day, and… I sorta have never stopped being nervous around you.” 

“You remember the first night we spent together?” you asked. “I was so nervous to have you over to my flat, but you were so easy-going.” 

“Yeah, well, I was shitting myself, I was so scared,” Billy chuckled, bouncing Camilla a bit. “I didn’t expect anything to happen, and thank God you made the first move because I knew I couldn’t. Do you remember what you did?”

“I had gotten up to get you a drink,” you said. “And when I came back, I… I took a huge chance, and I sat myself in your lap. I knew I had done right, because your arms went around me instantly, and you looked at me like… Well, like you wanted me. And I kissed you, and you kissed me back, and then—” 

“You asked me if you could go down on me,” Billy laughed. “It was so cute. You were so cute all night, you kept asking me if I was okay and if I wanted to keep going, a-and you were just amazing.” 

“And you made me breakfast in the morning,” you added with a laugh. “You were plenty cute, too. Billy, I love you so much.” 

“But…?” Billy prompted, and you shook your head. You sat up and opened your arms for your daughter, and Billy delicately handed you Camilla, being careful not to move her too much. The girl had closed her eyes, maybe asleep, and you held her close. 

“But nothing,” you said. “No buts. I just love you.” 

Billy smiled at you, and he leaned in and softly kissed you, just enough for you to really feel his love. “And now we have a daughter,” he said softly. “And she’ll never…” He sighed, his dark eyes faltering, and, in a thick voice, said, “She’ll never have to know any cruelty.”

“Never,” you assured him. 

Quickly, you stood from the bed, and you set the sleeping baby back in her bassinet, and you joined your husband in bed once more. His arm went tight around you as you settled your head on his chest, and you listened to the thump of his heart against your ear. “Billy?” you whispered, and you looked up at him to find him already looking at you, his gaze full of love and admiration and pride. “I do love you.” 

“I know you do, pet,” Billy whispered, squeezing you and laying a kiss on your head. “I never doubted it for a second.”

[spideyhexx]

god forbid you sneak away from your chambers to go somewhere by yourself

GOD

sneaking out your balcony window because you wanted to ride out on your horse in your lonesome! You just wanted some time alone and you don't hate Billy but he takes his job as your personal guard very seriously, especially since he's a younger knight who's still trying to prove his worth.

He hears a rustling in your room and knows you must be up to something. It's even worse when he goes to open the door and it's locked and you're not responding. He'd have a flash of worry if like, someone got into your room and attacked you, but maybe you've also tried to sneak out before, so that's also at the forefront of his mind. Billy can pick the lock and get the door open, only to see your balcony doors open, your nightgown discarded on your bed and your riding boots gone, so he can put two and two together.

Also, when he does find you, he's mad. He's annoyed. He got his horse and rode off in the direction he assumed you had gone in and he's right. Billy knows you so well and he knows that's apart of his job in a sense, but he didn't ever mean to know this much. And once he's caught up to you, he's lecturing you, about how you could've gotten hurt, how he would've been responsible but maybe you snap about just wanting a moment of peace and he knows exactly how stressful your life is.

So maybe he softens. He sees a more vulnerable side to you and maybe he lets you be, but he lies. He stays behind a little to make sure you're safe and all you do is sit in the grass and watch the moon and the stars, pick at the grass, relax.

[thiswaytwoinfinity]

Emma’s Epic Bday Multi-Fandom Rec List: Stranger Things Edition

(yes, there will be many parts because oh my god I read waaaay too much fic)

Since it was my birthday recently (and around the 1-year anniversary of when I started actually using Tumblr again after a years-long break) I figured it was only fitting to do a giant master list of all of the amazing fanfics that I have read (and reread) in the past year. 

I do my best to reblog as much as possible but sometimes with work and life I miss it so this is my attempt to make up for that and give all of the amazing creators on here the credit they deserve. Thank you all so much for sharing all of your work with us. This year has been a long and difficult one for me, especially mental health wise, and being able to escape into these stories has been so valuable and important to me. 

If you read anything on here that you like, please reblog and/or comment on these fics to show the creators some love! 

AN IMPORTANT NOTE: While not everything listed here will include smut, many of these authors have 18+ blogs. Please, please, please respect their boundaries and DO NOT INTERACT WITH THEM/THEIR CONTENT IF YOU ARE A MINOR.

Stories marked with ❤️‍🔥 contain NSFW content

Stranger Things: 

colors (series) ❤️‍🔥by @loveshotzz — this was my introduction to ST fanfic and hooooo boy what an intro it was. what i wouldn’t give for a steamy, forbidden romance with best friend’s dad!Steve —sorry, Jenny, but he was just too hot to resist — it’s hot and emotional and basically the stuff that fantasies are made of. loveshotzzz is also the creator of the Foxy Lounge series, featuring flirty bartender Eddie and bad-at-fighting bouncer Steve which is also *chef’s kiss* 

Time to giddy up, yeah? ❤️‍🔥by @loveshotzz — two words: pornstache Steve. Two more words: mustache ride. Two more? You’re welcome. 

As You Wish (series) ❤️‍🔥 by @corroded-hellfire — my all time favorite Eddie series! Ryan and Luke are the most adorable, hilarious kids (i loved their little “scheme” to set their dad up with their babysitter) and the little family that Eddie and his sons form with the reader has just been so delightful to read. (also, for the record, it’s on sight with brittany)

put me through it, baby ❤️‍🔥 by @agentmarvel — PINING EDDIE MY BELOVED! Ugh I loved the slow building of the friendship between Eddie and reader, the angst of him knowing that her boyfriend was trash but not wanting to cross a line, the passion between them. As i wrote when i reblogged it, “Screaming, crying, laughing, smiling, CRYING 😍🥹😭🥵 “ 

take me higher ❤️‍🔥 by @munson-blurbs — i will never get enough Argyle stories, and bug has written some of my favorites. this is one i reread all the time (i’m clearly a sucker for a good babysitter fic) because i love the way Argyle feels so real in it. The flirtation, the banter, those sweet little moments of awkwardness, it’s all truly 10/10. A special runner-up mention goes to this blurb which features best friend! Argyle and hair pulling and is just … just a dream. 

bad idea  ❤️‍🔥 by @abibliophobiaa — if i’ve said it once, i’ve said it a million times: Steve Harrington is a menace. Best friend!Steve gets his hands on the romance novel you’re reading and decides to tease you with all of the flirty things he picked up from it. Steve is at peak menace in this, which means i fell hard and fast. 

this is gonna sting by @lovebugism — this one was written so, so beautifully. Sweet, lovestruck Eddie afraid to open up and confess his feelings always hits me hard and the imagery in this was just so stunning that i think about it a lot. I aspire to write a sentence as beautiful as “he leaks a bright red truth right across from you and carries everything he feels about you in raging scarlet scrapes.”

Steve Harrington Boat Smut ❤️‍🔥 by @lovebugism — God, what a glorious day it was when those pictures of Joe Keery on a boat in Italy made their way online. Anyway, this is exactly what is says on the tin and exactly what we all needed in that moment. 

This story by @pouringmyheartoutforpaper — sweet, sweet lovesick Stevie who is determined that things will be different in this relationship meets reader who has some insecurities about how slow their relationship is progressing. Gorgeous, sweet, fluff that will give you the warm fuzzies. 

The Tune-Up ❤️‍🔥 by @roanniom — Issa, queen of smut! This mechanic Eddie story is so hot that it will have you contemplating whether or not you should mess with a few things on your car, just for an excuse to come visit him in the shop. (Also just read all of her stuff. It’s so, so good.) 

Happy Mother’s Day, Steve Harrington ❤️‍🔥 by @roanniom — STEVE. HARRINGTON. BREEDING. KINK. WILL MAKE BRAIN GO BRRRRRRR. I rest my case. 

The Riddles Three ❤️‍🔥by @blueywrites — You cannot convince me that Eddie “Dungeon Master” “Lord of the Rings nerd” Munson would not try and do a Gollum impression in bed. As a firm believer in goofy, weird bedroom antics, this story is canon and I will hear nothing else about it. 

Smoke and Cherry Pop Rocks ❤️‍🔥 by @somnambulic-thing — want to have your heart broken in the best way possible? HERE YOU GO. A gorgeous, tender, emotional story about regrets and moving on and finding the courage to open up, even if it’s a little too late. 

Classified ❤️‍🔥by @pullhisteeth — considering the slightly absurd premise — putting an ad in the paper to lose your virginity — this was gorgeously grounded and real. Eddie is so lovely and gentle in this and it was just a treat to read. 

monster under the bed ❤️‍🔥by @eddiemunsons-missingnipple — i’m going to be honest: this is monsterfucking. But if that’s something you’re into, you *need* to read this. It will make you go feral.

River Monster! Eddie ❤️‍🔥by @courtingchaos — brb, wandering along the banks of all the rivers near me in an attempt to lure River Monster!Eddie to come out and mate with me. Again, it is monsterfucking, but … come on. It’s so good. (Meg also has some of the best Gator Tillman fics out there. They’re hot and weird and wild in all of the best ways. 

My Goyle Fiend ❤️‍🔥by @bettyfrommars — You want monsters? You go to Betty. Trust me on this. Her gargoyle series was the first that I read from her and I was hooked instantly. She’s written werewolves, vampires and is currently working on a brilliant series where Eddie works at the Nightmare Factory and appears in your dreams as all kinds of different ghosts and ghouls. If things that go bump in the night aren’t your taste, her biker! Eddie and Steve series are also great, as well as her beautiful gigalo!Eddie story. 

I Can See You ❤️‍🔥by @fairyysoup — I don’t know that there are enough words to express how much I loved this story, The not-so-unrequited affection, the building tension, the way Steve and the reader keep coming together over the years, Steve’s big grand gesture at the end … just so beautiful and moving and steamy. I’ve already reread it like 4 times. 

Stranger Things Adjacent  a.k.a. Joseph Quinn characters 

The Hat Shop Girl (Ralph from Timewasters) ❤️‍🔥by @rehfan — Y’all this story is *so* good. It packs so much into this love story — issues of class, grief, sexuality, power dynamics — in a way that just makes their journey so much richer and more interesting. This version of Ralph is perfect, soft and sweet and well-meaning but also the way his confidence builds throughout the story is delightful and the smut between them is so delicious and delightful. 10/10. 

Knight in Shining Armor (Billy Knight) ❤️‍🔥by @rehfan — I’m gonna say it: This is my favorite Billy Knight fanfic of all time. So soft and tender, it handles Billy’s mental health in a way that feels really empathetic and realistic while also letting the audience indulge in the thing everyone really wants: to give sweet Billy all the love in the world. 

This Billy Knight Masterlist ❤️‍🔥by @pollenallergie — I could not pick just one of these amazing Billy fics. pollenallergie is, in my mind, *the* authority on all things Billy Knight and she’s got it all. Her writing is soft and steamy and touching all at the same time and I love it all. 

Worth It (Ralph from Timewasters) by @wheels-of-despair — Do you want to feel *all* of the delightful warm fuzzies as you daydream about the perfect life with sweet Ralph? This is the story for you. Every chapter is delightful and touching and will make you feel *all* of the feelings. I love it so much.