Day 4, BILLY LENZZZZZ (1974 very.)
NSFW DUH, SCROLL IF YOU DON'T LIKE 🙌
•Okay, we all know damn well bro is a virgin. Attics aren't exactly a sex advantage that Billy thinks he has.
•He genuinely doesnt know the difference between men and women down there, so don't be surprised when bro starts acting up when you get naked.
•He can't keep quiet, and in the movie, we can see how... Loud he can get. (Talkin abt that one attic scene buddy 🤨)
•He is not trimmed. At all. You will physically have to hold his wild ass down to get a decent amount off down there.
•Doesnt understand sex is supposed to be pleasurable to both parties, so bro isn't the best at foreplay... And after that, he's like a wild animal that hasn't found a mate in heat.
•Unpopular opinion, he DOES NOT have a mommy/daddy kink (mostly mommy bc of what his mom did 😨). We all know what he feels abt his mom through his very explicit language from the receiver.
•Mutual masterbation is basically daily with him. He loves to see you squirm, and he loves to get off. 🤷
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you bitch pig.
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In honor of the (late) Christmas season, I’d love to request something with Billy Lenz (love his underrated ass)
Something smutty ofc, whatever you think suits him best! Thanks <:) i adore your writing
Billy Lenz x male reader
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I love Billy Lenz, hes my little freaky guy.
Somnophilia warning, if that’s not your thing.
Shaky, uneven breathing was the only noise in the dark bedroom besides the slick uneven noise of Billys hand dragging up and down his shaft. He was straddling your sleeping body, knees settled far enough apart that no part of him was actually touching you, but you were oh so close.
Close enough for him to see your chest rise and fall, close enough to smell you, and oh how your smell made his eyes roll back into his head, tremors of needy desperation running through his bloodstream.
The darkness of the room covered his features, the dark December night working in his favor, as it allowed him to get closer and closer to you at night, until finally, he found himself bold enough to crawl onto the bed with you. The first nights he hadn’t done anything besides sitting near you, just staring with wide unblinking eyes, as you looked so peaceful dead to the world.
But soon that wasn’t enough, and Billy had undone his belt and started touching himself, sometimes going as far as to bury his face into your sheets right beside you, muffling his sloppy barely suppressed moans and whimpers as he worked himself harder and faster.
Tonight, that hadn’t been enough, even after dragging two whole orgasms out of himself, even as his cock ached from overstimulation, it wasn’t enough. With a pair of your used boxers pressed to his face, the man huffing your scent and musk like a drug, he found himself working his length a third time, twitching and shaking at the electricity it sent through him.
Drool ran down Billys chin, staining the fabric held to his face, only causing it to stick against his chin and mouth. With a wet shaky silent moan, Billy rubbed his tongue into the fabric, working the hand around his sensitive length even faster.
It wouldn’t surprise him if he gave himself carpet burn, or rubbed himself raw, with how much he jerked off to the sight of you, even just peeping on you at night or around the house, or listening to you talking to yourself or to someone on the phone. At least once a day, Billy was draining himself, going cross-eyed, tongue pressed between his teeth as he grunted and groaned, coating his hand in white.
Below him, you shuffled, causing Billy to freeze until you settled on your back, the blankets falling down enough to leave your naked chest uncovered and for Billys eyes to devour. Chewing at the fabric of the boxers, Billy found himself fantasizing about taking your chest into his mouth, to bite and suck and leave hickeys all over. To squeeze your chest together, to shove his cock into the grove it made, to cum all over your neck and face.
The fantasy had his thoughts swimming, feeling lightheaded. But maybe that was also from him suffocating himself with the now spit soaked boxers, making it difficult to breathe in and out. The mild asphyxiation and mental images of making you his was like a punch to the gut, weak spurts of cum shooting from his tip and coating your chest in thin stripes.
If he hadn’t gotten off at least twice before climbing on top of you, the load would have been much bigger and stronger, probably striking you across your peaceful sleeping face. With a whimper, Billy froze, fearing you would wake up to the foreign feeling. But when you didn’t, the giddy feeling inside Billys chest unfurled, arousal and need churning inside his body.
His length ached and was soft in his hands, but it didn’t stop Billy from starting to pull and twist at it again, forcing his body into painful overstimulation, vision going black for a second as he pushed his body to its limits. He wanted to coat you again, as many times as he could, he didn’t even care if you woke up anymore, he needed it.
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Small doodle of Billy lenz with my slasher oc John Doe
Cw for bloodied/raw meat face(John doesn’t have a face but it’s not medically accurate just kinda like raw steak looking)
Since it’s November might as well return to my roots and draw a silly billy + my slasher oc, I love him a lot
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So uhm well I randomly got obsessed over nastiest character known to mankind so now u guys will have to bare with it
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doodles of Billy doing attic stuff while I try to get out of a creative block
I gave him a fort i dont want him sleeping on the floor
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old drawing of billy i made ...
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Billy once again :3
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These 2 screenshots give me undescribable pure joy like I was ascending to the rapture
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Can I request Billy Lenz (1974) x reader fic (established relationship) where, since reader is probably a sorority girl, she asks Billy if he wants to move into her house with her (there’s an attic ofc) since she’ll be forced to move out beacuse she’s in her last year?
Not Without You | Billy Lenz x Female!Reader
Hey there!
Thanks for the request, I hope you like what I've done with it! And thank you for waiting patiently for it. I may be slow in fulfilling the requests, but at least they're coming eventually... <3
notes; Female!Reader (can be read as Gender Neutral tho, it's mostly because of the setting being a sorority dorm house, but there are no words or indicators that wouldn't allow for anyone else to read this without problems!); Short Fic; Established Relationship; Kissing with Tongue; Brief Mentions of Murders.
“You know I’m about to graduate, right?” you asked Billy, while you were sitting cross-legged on the attic floor, facing your boyfriend. He was huddled in the corner and the moonlight shone through the window, illuminating him enough for you to make out his shape and half of his face. You could see that your words upset him.
He nodded jerkily, making a soft sound of distress.
“Yeah, so… I was wondering if you’d wanna move into my house with me, then?” you continued, “It also has an attic if you’re more comfortable that way. I don’t expect you to sleep in the same bed with me or anything like that if you don’t want to. But… I’d love to at least continue living in the same building with you…”
There was a certain sense of caution to your inquiry. Not because you were afraid of him. Never. You knew he wouldn’t hurt you on purpose. But you were worried that maybe you had read too much into your relationship and his current distress. Maybe he was only with you because you lived in the sorority dorm house, after all; and perhaps he was only upset about you leaving because you steadily provided him with basic needs and more, forcing him to find somebody else. It scared you that by bringing up that you were moving out in a few months, the reality of your relationship’s nature would come crashing down on you.
Billy suddenly leaned forward and grabbed your hand tightly. That action startled you for a moment, but you instantly relaxed when you looked at his hand grasping onto yours like it was his lifeline. And when your eyes travelled up to his face, you smiled softly. Your anxious thoughts disappeared as soon as you saw how grateful and in awe he looked.
“Is that a yes?” you asked him quietly with a teasing edge to your voice.
He nodded almost frantically in answer. “Yes,” he said shakily, “I wouldn’t have let you leave. Not without me. Not without Billy. Never without Billy!”
Now it was time for you to startle Billy as you leaned in and pulled him into a tight, loving embrace. He froze for a split second before melting into your arms and returning the hug with force, almost crushing your ribs between his arms. You couldn’t really breathe anymore, but he loosened his grip soon enough for you to not even be forced into saying something.
As his arms loosened around you, you leaned back a little to look at his face. For a moment, you simply looked at him, admiring his features in the soft moonlight along with the contrast of the harsh shadows due to the otherwise dark attic. To you, he was almost an ethereal being.
With a soft smile, you leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to Billy’s lips.
He reciprocated it with a fiery passion that you only knew him to be capable of, and you loved it more than you could put into words. His tongue slipped out and licked your lips as you two kissed, making it a lot messier than it needed to be; but you were used to it by now, and you were never one to complain about being wanted so fiercely.
Eventually, you leaned back, parting from him enough to speak.
“I’m looking forward to living with you and not having to sneak around just so you won’t be caught,” you whispered against his spit-slick lips with a quiet little giggle in your voice before kissing him again, eliciting a soft grunt from Billy, who grinned in response.
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amirite fellas 😎
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fuck this
church!AU because I am a mentally ill
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Norman bates, Thomas Hewitt, brahms heelshire, billy lenz (anyone else) reaction to reader blasting rap/pop music
“I SAID CERTIFIED FREAK SEVEN DAY A WEEK WET ASS PUSSY MAKE THAT PULL OUT GAME WEAK-“
“🤭😊😁😆😀😥😰😨”
To say Norman was alarmed is a understatement. His sweet little lover has been playing some...interesting??? music lately. Of course he'd never say anything, as long as you are happy he's happy. But mother has some complaints (doesn't she always?) so it might cause some contention between the two of you. But eventually she'll come around. The song is too on point for her not to
Oh, Thomas. Our sweet backwoods bby. If it ain't gotta a banjo in it, is it really music? But when he hears you blasting this song, tears in your eyes, he's sold. This is it. This is your song now. Your first dance at your 'wedding'. Be prepared to have this song played everyday day. And don't pay no attention to Hoyt, he isn't crying. Just cutting onions.
I'm sorry, is this too on the nose? Just because Brahms is a brit, doesn't mean that he automatically loves Adele. I mean, he does love Adele's music. Especially this one. His over-dramatic ass, catch him in the kitchen at 3am, clutching a bottle of wine and sobbing. Honestly, you just played it once for the meme. And now here we are 🤷🏼♀️
Billy Lenz is that human version of that feral dog that won't stop humping your leg. So you? Playing this song? Innocently singing along? Oh, boy. You're in for a long night. Also, not Billy stealing your phone to look up the music video... AND SOMEHOW MEMORIZEING THE ENTIRE CHOREOGRAPHY. Like damn asshole can't remember to wash his crack, but remembers the dance from WAP.
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Here you go, I cant draw digitally very well, but uh, yeah here
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Idk what these twos dynamic is but I’m loving it
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Dude I think there's something wrong with your ugly af cat... You better take him to the vet
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