#billy the moaner x reader

[cherry-cola-on-ice]

Candy Canes

18+ ( back on that horny shit) if it's like this it's a memory Female pronouns and genitals used, so forewarning !

The candy left a trail of sticky, wet, red liquid against the skin of your breast. Your body shook watching the man above, his eyes glowing in delight. Billy was muttering nonsensical words under his breath.

The only words that you could understand was "Mine...Pretty Piggy."

You whimpered as the candy cane met your shaking thighs, dangerously close to your mound. Billy whimpered back, rather he was genuine or mocking you, your brain was too muddled to decide.

Billy Lenz, the moaner, the man who had been living in the dorms attic. Honestly, you had thought the calls were a dumb frat house prank. You wouldn't have put it past some of the guys to think it'd be hysterical.

Of course, you hadn't been around for awhile and had recently been subjected to the moaner's calls. It had only been a few months since your first interaction with the man on the phone.

RING! RING!

You glanced over to the phone and nervously stood up to answer it. You already knew who was on the other end, the other girls had warned you.

The moaner. You were bombarded with stories about the man when you walked in the door, having been a vacation. Claire was appalled by his words, Jess just looked tired. And Barb being Barb, she instigated the moaner sometimes.

Speaking of Barb "C'mon, Y/n. It's a right of passage."

You rolled your eyes and picked up the receiver "Look, sir, I don't know who you are and why you chose us, but-"

"Ah~ Pretty new piggy! I-is it juicy, piggy? Is it soft? Let me lick it, p-please? "

Your eyes widened "Sir, p-please-"

A sinful moan flooded your ear and, if you were honest, it went straight to your core. The man stuttered "It's s-so soft, isn't it? S-soft and w-warm. Soft p-piggy c-cunt!"

Your cheeks warmed and before you could stop yourself, a soft whimper came out of your mouth. Luckily Barb hadn't heard you.

But unfortunately, he did.

The line went silent, before the moaner hung up completely. You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding. Barb came out of the kitchen, raising her eyebrow "That the moaner? Creepy little perv, ain't he?"

Billy's tongue against your thighs broke you from your memories. He looked up at you, his grin wide "Y-you want me to lick it? You always did, right? "

His tounge dragged closer to your lower lips "Billy wants it. Billy craves it."

You threaded your hands through his hair, tugging on the strands "Don't tease me, Billy. "

Billy whimpered against your skin, his hips rocking against the bed "Billy wants you. Pretty P-piggy. Pretty Y/n."

His tongue darted out, making brief contact with your slit. Your hips bucked up, craving more already. Billy laughed "Dirty girl. Messy girl. Dirty Y/n with her messy little cunt. My messy little cunt. "

Without out warning, Billy's mouth latched around your clit, sucking on the sensitive nub. You whimpered, pulling his face closer to you. Billy let go of the throbbing nub, instead traveling down.

His own thrusts against the mattress matched the ones his tongue did as it went in and out of your hole.

He slipped a finger in your pussy, his tongue coming back up to your clit. His eyes watery, he looked back up at you " Y/n, so pretty. You taste good, like candy. Candy canes. "

Fingers still pumping inside you, he pushed himself up, licking the trail his candy left earlier. He curled his fingers up, hitting the spongey spot inside of you. Your hand shook as it grasped his wrist "Oh, f-fuck! Billy, please don't stop. Don't stop!"

Billy increased the speed of his fingers "P-Please, piggy. Give it to me. Come on my hand. Messy c-cunt. Billy's cunt. Gonna slup, slup your cum. Pretty piggy."

He lowered his head, bringing a nipple into his mouth. You saw stars, a blinding white light. Your thighs trembled and your heart hammered in your chest.

"B-Billy~ Oh my fuuuuu-ck."

He released your nipple with a pop, going down even further. His lips closed around your clit again, before meeting his fingers. Frantically, he began humping the mattress again.

A coil within you snapped and you came hard against his face. Billy giggled, fingers still moving inside of your pussy, clenching around his fingers. Billy scooped up some of your juices with his tongue, groaning "Pretty Y/N. Always t-taste so good!"

He removed his fingers from your pussy, watching in amazement as his hand came up soaked. In your euphoric lust muddled haze, you could make out a large wet spot on the crotch of Billy's pants. You shakily sighed "B-billy, I would've helped you. "

Billy looked down and looked a little ashamed "Billy didn't mean to. Billy- uh I like it when you come..."

You gave him a smile, pulling his face up to meet you. Your lips peppered kisses over his warm skin, relishing in his pleased sighs. Billy layed down next to you and you sat in a satisfied silence. You loved Billy, the good and bad.

But you would be lying if you said you didn't love his moments of clarity.

"Pretty p-piggy. Billy wants to f-fuck. Fuck your ass. Soft piggy ass."

And he's back.

[soupbabe]

hii, im not sure if you have any experience for writing Billy Lenz but if you do could you do some general headcanons for billy x an autistic trans man s/o? (if you cant do billy then bubba sawyer will be alright i love him as well)

Billy Lenz with an Autistic! Trans! Boyfriend

If you ever wonder who I write for, my slasher masterlists offer an idea of who I write for !! Also I apologize for this being more centric on the autism side of this request<3

- You'll feel validated 100% of the time

- There was definitely some stalking pre-relationship, so like Billy definitely knows that you're trans

- There was probably some snooping too, finding any binders and/or hormones

- He's very curious about it !! Let him ask questions let him wear your binder for funsies

- There's so much praise omg

- His favorite name for you is Pretty Boy, but Handsome Piggy is a close 2nd <3

- I can only describe the stage of you two adapting to your autism as a trial and error era

- Billy is very loving to an overwhelming degree, the constant touch and raised voice can be a lot

- So you have to talk to him about it, giving him the cues when you start to feel overstimulated and want space

- While he has his slip ups, it's something he's actively working on! He just wants to make sure you're okay

- As someone who avoids eye contact, Billy can be your worst enemy /lh/j

- He loves staring at you, makes him so happy

- Got him mumbling about how pretty his boy is under his breath

- You and Billy are the ultimate form of autism bf x adhd bf

- Like !! Y'all accidentally mirror each other's stims all the time

- Sure it's a bit confusing for him at first because he tends to talk about Agnes a lot, but he soon gets giddy over it

- Let him kiss you let him kiss you let him kiss you

- 100% happy stims with you !! It's so infectious /pos

- You both ramble together all the time

- Billy listens, but he's very excitable and accidentally talks over you a lot

- He doesn't mind if you talk over him too, but if you tell him to be quiet he'll try

- omg he does wonders if you need compression

- While Billy's hugs could probably break someone, they're absolutely perfect for you <3

[doomh3ad]

crying….if you’re taking requests still uhhhhhh smut drabble w billy lenz pls

billy lenz smut (nsfw under cut)

"So pretty, Billy thinks you're so pretty," the man moans in your ear, nails digging into your thighs as he ensures there's not even an inch between you and him, until you're not sure where Billy ends and you begin. Until it doesn't matter, because his hands are tight around your waist to keep you steady as you ride him, balancing you as you position yourself on his lap.

He looks stunning, with a thin layer of sweat giving him a glow even as it plasters his dark curls to his forehead. You reach up your hands to smooth them back, keeping them in his hair for maximum leverage to kiss him deeply, not halting your movements for even a second.

It's too good to stop, the sensation that has your eyes rolling and breath catching and hips threatening to arch even though you couldn't possibly be moving them any more than you already are. Billy is startlingly close too, the telltale hitch in his voice as he continues talking to you so sweetly. When the moment is done, and you're basking in the afterglow, he presses his forehead to yours and smiles against your lips as you speak.

"I think you're pretty, too, Billy."

[kiss-theggoat]

Over the Phone

Billy Lenz x Reader

Word Count: 1.6K

Summary: You and your Sorority sisters have been receiving some pretty scary phone calls, but you’re too embarrassed to admit that you don’t hate answering them.

Warnings: Billy is nasty, Lewd language, Smut, Mutual Masturbation, Billy refers to reader’s female anatomy and female anatomy is used but no pronouns

Ah, Christmas. The most wonderful time of the year, especially in this cozy home. You’d never seen so many twinkle lights, strings of garland, or pieces of mistletoe in one area. All of the sisters really went all out this year, and you couldn’t be happier.

With a record in the background playing Rockin’ Around the Christmas Tree, you hummed along to the tune while grabbing the hot tray out from the oven. Your sugar cookies had become tradition, and you really liked making them for you and your sisters. The low lighting of the kitchen, illuminated by red and green bulbs along with a few candles on the dining table really set the festive mood, and your heart swelled with Christmas spirit.

You spent nearly an hour frosting snowmen, snowflakes, candy canes, little trees, and a couple reindeer. Hunched over the counter with a bag of frosting in your hand, hair a mess and a smear of blue frosting on your right cheek, you suddenly heard a commotion coming from outside the kitchen. You groaned, as you were nearly done frosting, but wanting to see what was going on in the living room.

The piping bag thudded against the counter as you plopped it down, licking some frosting from your finger.

“What’s going on?” You asked, walking into a circle of sorority girls. They were surrounding Jess, who looked sufficiently upset and had the phone pressed against her ear. Once you saw this you knew. She was on the phone with “The Moaner” as you and the girls so affectionately dubbed him. A creep who’d been prank calling the house for the last couple of weeks, and boy was he vulgar. At first everyone thought it was just a frat house that was messing around, but it’s been going on for months, and the phone calls are getting worse and worse. Bad to the point where you know none of the frat guys are doing it. Or, if they are, you could probably get them in huge trouble.

Jess held up a finger in a shushing motion to quiet Barbara, who was practically yelling at the man on the phone. She liked to antagonize him. You could hear the man’s voice over the phone, and only then you realized how loud he must be talking. Jess scrunched her face in disgust. You knew she hated taking the obscene calls, so you held your hand out to her. She placed the receiver in your hand, and reluctantly, you held the speaker up to your ear. The girls around you waited anxiously for your reaction, and immediately your cheeks went red.

“Piggy cunt, you want my fat cock...I'll stick my tongue up your pretty pussy.”

You were flustered. The feeling that rose to your chest was not entirely unpleasant, and you felt a teensy bit ashamed about the fact you didn’t hate what the man was saying to you. I mean, the term ‘piggy’ was a little strange, but the rest made the butterflies in your stomach bounce off the walls.

You cleared your throat, trying to play it cool. “Who…w-who is this?”

“Suck on my juicy cock! I'll come over…I'll come over and you can…you can suck it. Suck it! Okay?”

The man sounded frantic, yelling loud in your ear. Suddenly, Barb snatched the phone from you.

“Why don’t you call Lambda Chi, they could use some action, creep.” She slammed the phone down hard, holding her drink and cigarette in the other hand. “Just ignore him next time. It’s annoying having to talk to him!”

You stood there, frosting still smeared on your face as you listened to everyone walk away from the phone, arguing with an increasingly drunk Barb. You decided to let it go for now, walking back towards the kitchen.

Half an hour later, your cookies were done and served to your sorority sisters. They lay out on the table in the living room next to three empty cups that once held cold milk. It was later at night now, and only you, Barb, and Jess sat downstairs. Everyone else had gone to bed. The music had been turned down and you flipped through a novel, cuddled up with a quilt and legs swinging over the side of an armchair.

You swore you felt your heart drop when Barb jumped up out of nowhere, still holding a half smoked cigarette away from her face. “Oh…” she groaned, hand on her stomach. “I’m gonna spew…”

She walked quickly towards the bathroom. You and Clare made eye contact, dreading who had to go help her this time.

You held your hands up in defense, pages fluttering. “I cleaned her puke out of Phyl’s sweater last time, you’re it.”

Clare whined as she stood up, throwing her textbook and notebook down back onto the couch. “Fine…” and off she went.

You were happy to be in peace now, reading by the light of the dying fire and the colorful lights hung around the room. The tree in the corner made your heart happy, so you always sat facing it.

Ring Ring.

You muttered a few cuss words at being interrupted again, but during the holiday season, phone calls were important. Usually from family or friends wanting to make plans with someone. Your socks slid on the hardwood as you nearly slipped standing up, book being slammed down on the table.

“Hello?” You said, sounding more unfriendly than you meant to. After all, it was nearly midnight. Who was calling the house at this time?

“Pretty piggy cunt! Billy wants to lick it, wants to touch it.”

You sighed, leaning against the cabinet the phone laid atop. Your brain said to hang up and just leave the phone off the hook, but your body told you to listen to this man, which is apparently named Billy. What’s he saying now? You tried to decipher but instead of words…he was just moaning now. A deep silky voice, usually aggressive and loud was now soft and breathy with soft whines every once in a while. The sound of his moans immediately made you perk up, heat pooling in the base of your stomach.

“Pretty piggy suck on my cock…” he moaned, louder this time in the receiver.

You bit your lip and pulled on the cord in order to check your surroundings. The hallway was clear, and so was the living room. You turned around…so was the kitchen. Barb and Clare must still be in the bathroom, and everyone else was in bed. You decided you were safe to indulge a little. No one would find out, right?

A shaking hand trailed down the center of your chest and down to the button of your jeans. With one hand you popped it open and slid down the rest of the way, nestled inside your underwear. You decided to be a little brave.

“Billy…” you said quietly. “It is Billy, right…?”

A loud moan on the other end of the line confirmed your question. “Wanna fuck pretty piggy cunt.” He growled. Your lips parted as you rubbed circles over yourself, pleasure running through your whole body. This guy had really gotten you hot and bothered.

“I’m going to touch myself, Billy.” You whispered, eyes locked on the hallway that the bathroom was in. All the sound on the other end stopped, and so did you, tensing up. You were suddenly horrified and humiliated, what if this actually was just some stupid frat guy carrying on a joke too long? What if it’s one of the sister's boyfriends and you’d just revealed the fact that you were going to get off on the phone with a stranger?

Your fears were eased when you heard shuffling, and then loud moans once more. Growls and squeals broke up his moans, reminding you he was still nuts, but you didn’t care. There was, however, a new sound. A wet slapping sound on the other end made your stomach erupt with lightning bolts. He was touching himself too. Your fingers moved faster, deftly circling your clit in desperation. You hunched over the cabinet, elbows aching from the pressure.

“Pretty cunt…wet piggy pussy, Billy wants…”

You closed your eyes before remembering to stay on guard, grip so tight on the phone you were sure it’d snap. Without realizing, a few whimpers and pants slid from between your lips despite how hard you tried to clamp them shut. You clenched your thighs and laid your head against the wood, pushing the receiver closer to your ear, hoping somehow you could magically make him even louder, loud enough to fill you completely.

Already, you were close, and from the way he was whining and whimpering on the other end, he was too. You started to cum, dropping the receiver on the cabinet and slapping a hand over your mouth, legs shaking and clenching together as you writhed, struggling to stand up. Billy’s moans filled your ear on the other side, and you both went silent and still at the same time. You laid against the cabinet, taking deep breaths and trying to be as quiet as possible.

Billy hung up the line, more concerned with how beautiful you looked illuminated by the Christmas lights. Or, at least he thought so, from the hole in the ceiling he watched you through.

[shalotttower]

Sweetcheeks

Title: Sweetcheeks

Fandom: Black Christmas (1974)

Summary: You've been getting these odd calls for several months now.

Word count: 2000+

Characters: Billy Lenz x Reader (female)

Notes: Yandere!Billy (I'm not sure if there's a point to specify it, seems like his normal state), stalking, voyeurism, explicit and degrading vocabulary, some regular Billy perversions, NSFW, noncon touching, implied noncon by the end.

You've been getting these calls from a stranger for several months, ever since you moved into the sorority house. When the phone rings, what you might hear is easy to predict: creepy panting accompanied by lewd remarks. There's a breathy, slightly raspy voice on the other end; Hello, sweetcheeks, whatcha got down them pants?

He calls you that, "sweetcheeks". Says your name as if it were the loveliest word ever. "Naughty girl," he croons, "let me lick your hot cunt". Nasty bitch. Angel. He has an extensive collection of nicknames, and keeps expanding it with every passing day. Some of them are quite creative, others made your skin crawl at first, but eventually you got used to his bizarre expressions.

He never gets tired of these calls.

The sorority girls named him the Moaner, because he does it quite a lot - moans. Moans and says obscene things, which make your face flush in a hot wave of pink.

"Did you think of me?" he asks.

Do you ever think of me?

"I could-" he groans those filthy words, and you want to wash your ears with soap, "fuck your brains out. Dirty whore. Your... mmm."

You slam the receiver down. It always happens when least expected. In the middle of a conversation with other girls, during study hours, when you're cooking or getting ready for bed, he calls. There's no pattern, so it's impossible to anticipate; normally you just answer the phone when there's no one else around or let others tell him to fuck off.

Today is almost the same as usual, with the only exception that you don't pick up.

What follows can't be described: the unbearable, insane trilling of the phone ringing without a pause. You don't want to go downstairs, there're finals, tests and assignments weighing heavily on you and no time to indulge the ever-breathing presence behind the line. So you don't. Luckily, a set of ear plugs from the local pharmacy helps a lot.

***

You don't bother answering for the whole week, yet despite your neglect he still calls as if desperate for something you can't place.

***

If only Billy could tell you how sweet you look when getting ready for bed. Through the attic floor cracks he sees every small detail of your routine, the room which is nice and smells of a woman - clean, soft with the hints of perfume, it makes him want to bury his face in your sheets.

If only Billy could tell you how exhilarating everything about you is. From the way you move through the day to the sound of your bare feet padding on the wooden floors in the evening. His favourite part is when you shake off your jeans; it's a clumsy movement which makes your ass wiggle.

Billy has a small box where he stores the pieces of your life. There's a receipt from the bakery, two pencils, a silver chain that broke off from your neck and he grabbed it like a treasure, a lip balm. You are all his, every bit of you in those little things you leave behind, even if you don't know it yet.

He knows so many things by now. What time you usually go to shower (late at night when all other girls are asleep), what you are going to wear in the morning (he saw you ironing a blue fluffy sweater and a checked skirt). He knows what's in each of your drawers, from cosmetics to panties, soft cotton that smells like laundry detergent.

The box is hidden carefully in the dusty corner of the attic. Sometimes he opens it, caressing the items you left so carelessly on the desk or bathroom counter - they burn his fingers.

You have a mole under your left breast, a beauty mark on your inner thigh. He also knows that you haven't been answering his calls for a week.

Engrossed in your books with sticky notes, you don't even pay attention to the ringing when he's trying so hard. Too bad Billy can't read, letters dance before his eyes, mocking him with their squiggly shapes; maybe he'd know what exactly is keeping you so occupied if he could. He heard some girls talking about upcoming finals but didn't understand what that meant.

Billy knows how to handle a girl who doesn't answer the phone, a naughty, mean girl who ignores him and gets under his skin like the itch he can't scratch, irritating, driving him crazy.

Patience is a virtue - that's what they told him in the looney house, but it must've been a lie. Patience won't bring you closer, he thinks, sitting cross-legged on the attic floor with a phone clutched in his palm. Patience won't help him touch you, lick your soft skin and hear you moan for him. In the cramped space smelling of old wood, dust and cobwebs, patience only leads to days crawling by like sluggish worms.

He knows how to handle the girl who doesn't answer his calls, but you do look tired, the shadows under your eyes are too heavy and prominent. Billy watches you rub your temples for the fourth time in an hour, yawning. He's seen this gesture before, saw you massaging the back of your head after reading for too long.

He likes watching you when you think no one's looking, because then you're most honest. Just you.

Maybe Billy will let you rest. Yes, maybe...But his hands itch so much. Itchy-itchy-itchy when he holds the phone. He wants to dial your number again, listen to your breathing and tell you something that will make your voice waver in confusion, just like that time when he asked what sounds you make when touching yourself.

He strokes the cord and imagines when you'll finally start picking up again. You'll say your name and ask, "Who's this?" and Billy will laugh, because you're silly, so silly and should've known it's him all along.

***

When did it begin to snow?

You remember the sun peeking from behind the clouds a few days ago and now there's nothing but whiteness outside. White paths, white street lights and white flakes melting on the glass windows. The kitchen feels quiet today, walls drip with the evening chill which crawls inside your veins; it's a week before Christmas and the radio is playing jolly songs about sleigh bells and presents.

Something's been off lately.

Another pair of your favorite socks is gone; you bought five, but three vanished without a trace. Maybe you lost them, maybe they got mixed up with others' laundry. Yet you distinctly remember washing the two and putting them away in the drawer. Usually you're not that forgetful, but perhaps it's finals stress shows.

You glance at the clock - past six - the sorority house is mostly empty, everyone's either in the library or went home for Christmas. The last few hours passed in decorating the living room area with tinsel and ornaments, you even put a wreath on the door. A festive mood is slowly seeping in, and all that's missing is a tree. You know that one should be in the attic, Allison told you there's a lot of stuff up there. The house is old, and whoever owned it in the past had a lot of things, from clothes and books to trinkets, all stored away in cardboard boxes and plastic containers.

Sturdy and narrow, the attic ladder is hanging down to the hallway, beckoning with its crooked wooden rungs. Allison mentioned some odd noises coming from there sometimes. Probably rodents. "Go take a look, girl," she laughed and made spooky sounds, wiggling her fingers. "But don't tell me if you find something nasty, I don't wanna know about it."

Your eyes wander over the ceiling and stop at a small trapdoor. There are rusty hooks holding it closed, and you wonder if it's safe to go up alone. It's probably dirty, a real mess, but the living room looks empty and unfinished without a Christmas tree.

Just a quick look. As long as there aren't spiders swarming the corners it'll be alright.

Everything's dark up there, nothing moves and the sound of your quiet breath is the only thing breaking the silence. You pull a flashlight out of your pocket. Flick. Nothing. Stacks of boxes crowd the space, pressing together, on the side of a particularly large container is scribbled: BOX 23. You look through the labels - toys, photographs, china, books - dozens and dozens of them, some haven't been opened for years.

Dirty. Stuffy-dusty, Billy's saliva gets sticky, leaving wet stains on his sleeves as he wipes his mouth. He can see you from where he's hiding. It's hard to breathe. Harder when you bend over to open a box with Christmas decorations; you've got nice thighs. Nice legs. It's so good to have you here, sweetcheeks, you won't leave soon, pretty kitty. Dumb bitch. Sweet angel. You really should've stayed downstairs, in the warmth and light of the fireplace, instead of crawling up here into the darkness.

Into him.

You go through the attic space looking for something, and Billy thinks that your soft slippers will be covered in dust after you're done poking around, all filthy, so messy. But it doesn't matter, Billy will clean you up later with his tongue, and you can sit on his blanket while he licks your hot cunt till you scream.

Billy knows exactly what kind of sounds you'll make.

He's heard them countless times already.

A sudden clank makes you jump. Your heart flutters, but there's nothing except for shadows dancing on the walls under the ray of your flashlight. Maybe a rat? Oh, there it is. A green plastic branch of a fake Christmas tree is sticking out from the nearest pile, just what you were looking for. You tug at it, trying to free it from the clutches of old furniture and junk, but the thing is stuck tight.

Billy wants to grab you. Wrap his arms around your waist, press his face to yours and whisper in your ear that you shouldn't worry about the Christmas tree anymore, because now you're going to stay forever and ever with him. He'll let you stroke his cheek and kiss him softly on the lips before carrying you down the ladder to celebrate together. Billy will take care of it, he's always liked Christmas; there was a time when everything was different, a man dressed up as Santa brought gifts, he even remembers what he got - a shiny red truck and a candy cane.

The flashlight slips from your grasp and rolls over the dusty floorboards. You curse, crouch down and reach for it though the hole between the boxes.

The trapdoor shuts close with a loud thud.

Your hand freezes.

There's a breath. Not yours, it tickles your fingertips and the skin of your palm like a feather; it shouldn't be there - you scramble away from the darkness. Or try to. Something warm catches your wrist in a vice grip, pulls and next you're tumbling forward, right through the hole with Christmas ornaments spilling everywhere.

"Nasty piggy," says someone's raspy voice, "why don'tcha pick up my calls anymore?"

In the dim yellow of your flashlight too far out of reach, you can barely see anything, only glimpses of dirty auburn hair, brown eyes and a green stretched jumper.

It's not a rat in the attic, you think. It's not a rat, he smells like a wet dog and has hot lips which press into your throat. His hands shake as they travel up your sides, touch your breasts through the sweater, squeeze, and then he moans.

You've been getting these calls for several months now, from a stranger who pants on the other end of the line and makes obscene remarks. And you know him by voice, the one who likes talking filth and making you blush every damn day.

"Santa brought presents," he whispers in your ear. A hand slides down between your legs and cups your mound through the fabric. "Merry Christmas, sweetcheeks."

[slicznymartwy]

Billy Lenz X GN! Reader where the reader is so gentle and surprisingly patient with him? Billy would believe he doesn’t deserve their kindness and he assumes the reader is “pretending” to be nice, but they’re not pretending at all.

hmm i was kind of torn if it should be established or not .. went with not but i think i regret it !! so i might post more of this but this is mostly a rlly short first meeting blurb hehe warning: general billy lenz gross dialogue, thats it

☾⋆⁺₊ billy lenz x gn!reader

Waiting is the worst part. Billy looks outside, where the dark sky and white snow stretch on forever and ever. It's almost time, he tells himself, just a little while longer. Then, he can finally fill his grumbling stomach.

True to his own word, he lets himself sneak down the ladder after a few more minutes, taking it rung by rung to keep as quiet as possible. He gives the same treatment to the staircase, taking each step with measured precision. Billy isn't an amateur, and he's taken this route many times since he started staying in the attic.

Billy freezes in the kitchen doorway when he sees he’s not alone. He sees you sitting at the kitchen table, a partially full glass of milk in front of you. Billy wants to book it back to his attic and pretend that you were just a ghost, or that he was a ghost. You’re both ghosts, haunting each other. 

“Hi,” you say softly. Billy doesn’t answer you. He stares, standing still in the doorway. 

“Are you hungry?” you ask. Billy still keeps quiet, but his stomach doesn’t get the message; it growls lowly, long and drawn-out.

When you smile, you try to cover it with your hand. He doesn’t know why. You’re so stupid. Why would you hide a pretty smile? You don’t want him to see it? Do you hate him that much? He wants to hold your mouth open and see your teeth. They looked so white.

“I’ll make us sandwiches, okay?”

Billy watches from the doorway at first, but he moves closer to watch. He might as well see what you put in it. He won’t eat it if there’s tomatoes. He hates tomatoes. They make the bread all wet, even if he picks them out. 

You don’t use tomatoes. Just ham and cheese, mayo and mustard. His mouth waters as you cut it in half. Billy doesn’t realize how close he is until you turn and you have to look up at him.

“Thirsty?” you ask. Billy doesn’t answer. 

“Water?” You pause. “Beer?”

Billy looks into your eyes. He wants to scare you. Why aren’t you scared? You shouldn’t be making him a sandwich. You should be crying and calling the police. Billy is scary. He’s filthy Billy, he’s the Moaner.

You hold his sandwich out to him on a napkin and he snatches it out of your hands. He turns away from you when he takes his first bite, and then he can’t stop. He eats and eats until there’s nothing. He licks the crumbs off his fingers. It’s better than the pickles or the peanut butter he’s been stealing.

When he’s done, you poke your head out around him. You’re holding the other sandwich. 

“Still hungry?” you ask. He takes this one too, and destroys it similarly.

You make two more sandwiches, one for him and one for you this time, and Billy sits down at the kitchen table while he waits. Once the sandwich is front of him, along with a tall glass of water, Billy eats it slower than he did the others. He chugs the glass of water.

“You’ll make yourself sick, slow down,” you murmur, pouting. Billy gasps when he stops drinking, wiping his chin with his palm. He starts to drink again, but slower. He looks to you and you smile. 

“What’s your name?” 

Billy doesn’t answer. He takes the half you weren’t holding and eats it too. He expects you to lash out. Hit him, pull his hair, throw him out of the house. Yell at him that he’s being bad. Bad Billy. 

Instead, you get up and refill his cup with more tap water. 

“Want an apple?” you ask. Billy takes the cup of water and sips some of it. He shakes his head afterward. 

You smile without any teeth. Billy misses them.

When Billy’s done, you take his napkins and clean off his crumbs from the table before tossing it all away. 

“Want more water?” you ask. Billy shakes his head and watches you carry the cup to the sink and leave it there. 

“Do you want to see my bedroom?” you ask him quietly. 

Billy’s eyes open wider. Stupid. So stupid. Billy could ruin you. Billy could destroy you. Don’t you know what Billy is? Aren’t you afraid of the Moaner? You’re not supposed to welcome Billy in. 

Billy doesn’t answer your question, but he follows behind you up the stairs. You close the door to your room behind him, but Billy stays next to the door as you walk to your bed. 

“This is it,” you say. Billy stares at you. He’s seen your room before plenty of times, just never like this. Never with you, inside with you. 

“Come here.”  You pat the edge of the bed next to you. Billy waits to take his first step, then waits again for the next. He’s slow, but it's only because he still can't figure out your angle.

Still, he manages to sit beside you. He stares into his lap while you look at him. 

“You’re the one from the attic, aren’t you?” you whisper. 

Billy’s hands clench. He expects it now. You’ll be so scared of him. You’ll push him away, call him a freak. You’ll hit Billy until his nose bleeds, and then he’ll choke you with both hands because you made him mad. You'll deserve it because you hate Billy. 

But you don’t do anything - you just wait. Billy doesn’t know how to answer. Your teeth are so white. 

“I can hear you up there sometimes. Your foot steps. You have to be really quiet, don’t you?” you ask. He nods, because he does have to be quiet. He didn’t want to get caught, but you caught him anyways. 

Aren’t you afraid? Why are you letting him sit with you? Billy can’t understand you. Why are you being so nice?

“It’s a big house, but I can hear your phone calls too. You can be loud when you want to be.”

Billy’s heart plummets further. He grunts and rubs his eyes. With his vision obscured, it’s easier to talk. It’s like he isn’t really in the room with you. He wants to be up in the attic with his phone. He’d feel better talking to you that way. 

Instead, he only lets himself say, “I want to cum on your teeth.” His voice is quiet, whispered into the dark room. You sigh. 

“I wish you wouldn’t say that,” you murmur. 

“I’ll lick them clean,” he promises. They were really white. He catches another glimpse of them while you’re talking, pearly and shiny like the sun. 

“Do you want to take a shower? Or a bath? I could show you where the bathroom is,” you say. 

“No,” he says quickly, firmly. He hates wet hair, wet skin. Cold.

“Okay. Do you want to sleep here?” you ask him. Billy hates it. Why do you get to be so nice?

“Wanna put my cock inside your hole. Pig fuckhole,” he mutters, pressing against his eyes until his vision swims and flashes.

You sigh, and Billy blinks a few times to get back his sight before watching you twist and lay down. Your hair fans out against your pillow and, from he still sits at the edge of your bed, he imagines rubbing his cock against it. Evil, disgusting Billy. He should be put down like a dog. Bad dog, bad Billy.

“When’s the last time you slept on a real bed?” you ask him.

“Woof. Lay down, Billy,” he says quietly. He watches you and you watch him. The bed was really soft. He could curl up at the bottom of the bed and sleep at your feet like a puppy dog. He imagines rubbing his red cock against your toes. Would you hate Billy if you knew his brain? Would you still let him sleep with you in your big warm soft bed if you knew he was terrible?

He doesn’t want to find out. He crawls over your legs and lays down next to you, his head resting on the pillow beside yours. He stares up at the ceiling and tries to imagine what boxes of junk he’s underneath. 

“It’s lonely out there,” you say suddenly. Billy looks at you, and you’re also looking at the ceiling, so Billy looks back up. 

“You can sleep here tonight,” you tell him, fixing the blanket around the both of you.

Billy could easily roll over on top of you. He could bite your throat and pull out your flesh. He could chop you into pieces and then fuck whatever’s left. Instead, he stays still and watches the ceiling until he falls asleep. 

© slicznymartwy 2023, please do not repost or copy.

[osteohack]

Can I request Billy Lenz x reader (1974) where instead of killing off the sorority girls and just being a killer, he’s simply funky little man living in the attic who’s dating the reader (also a sorority girl) and the girls make sure to hide him from other people and stuff cause he ain’t supposed to be there. Maybe you can write about what everyone’s relationship would be like? Hopefully this makes sense!! If your not interested in this, then you can just write a simple Billy Lenz dating headcanons

Billy Lenz: Dating Him While He Lives/Hides in the Attic (F!Reader)

Initially, the other sorority girls would be in shock that you were in a relationship with the Moaner. This would be followed by disbelief and probably disgust as they think you’re making a sick joke. When they eventually come to the realisation that you’re telling the truth (along with some hard evidence), they would all be pretty uncomfortable considering he had been the one making the obscene phone calls and threats.

Over time they’ll come to accept the fact and tensions in the house will ease up. After all, they are relieved that they don’t have to deal with his phone calls anymore.

The calls to the house phone will decrease, but they won’t stop altogether, especially if Billy has to remain in the attic for too long. When he does make calls, he’ll ask for you by name and your sorority sisters will get you on the phone as soon as possible. The less they hear from him the better.

Many of your sorority sisters would be tempted to get him out of there or let someone in a position of authority know about him. When you learn about this, you’re obviously distraught and beg them not to tell anyone outside of the household. With enough pleading (and maybe some tears) they’ll begrudgingly keep his whereabouts and existence a secret. Jess is likely to be the most sympathetic to your cause. Barb isn’t likely to want to keep him secret, but if you tell her more about him, humanise him a bit, she’ll be a little more accepting.

Billy is good at hiding himself and he definitely doesn’t want to be caught, so he’d already be prepared to stay quiet whenever visitors are over. He would call the house phone if he wants to talk to you, and if anyone asks who you’re talking to, you’ll just say it’s family and hope they don’t ask anymore questions.

While his relationship with you would be more affectionate, his relationships with the other girls wouldn’t change much. He wouldn’t really like them, but as long as he has you around, he won’t bother them (too much). If you had to leave the home for a while to go and see family, then Billy would become incredibly bored and lonely and this would definitely impact the girls who are at the house. The calls to the sorority house would increase the longer you’re gone and you’d get calls on your family’s home phone from the girls begging you to come home soon.

It’s safe to say that Billy would be entirely your responsibility. You’d be the one to bring food to him, clean up if he leaves any mess around the attic or the ladder leading up to it, keeping his odd behaviour in check, and maybe get him to shower every once in a while.

As for your own relationships with your housemates, they would be pretty strained in the beginning and the girls might avoid you a bit. You’d hear them talk about you and your situation, but over time things will ease up and return to a new normal. You would all still do activities together and plan events, the only difference is that now you all have to account for Billy’s presence in the house. Of course, you’ll also be asked questions about Billy and why you like him (prepared to be asked that one a lot).

[queendeeshorrorimagines]

October 24th- Squirting

Billy Lenz x reader

Female reader

Warnings: Billy's vulgar names (i.e. piggy cunt/ billys piggy slut), reader squirting , reader being into Billy's dirty talk, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it)

It all started with a phone call on your sorority land-line. The familiar voice of the moaner made you turned on. The nonsensical half gibberish, half coherent words from him made it kinda hard to fully understand what he's saying.

"Billy wants to fuck your piggy pussy. Make the little piggy squirt all over Billy's fat cock"

Thankfully you were currently alone in the house, the other girls were off doing their own things. You feel your face warm up from how especially vulgar he was to you, you immediately responded playfully with a chuckle.

"Come over and do it then, Billy. Don't leave a girl waiting. Show me that fat cock of yours fucking my pussy."

If you've known that your words would put you in the current situation you were in now, you would've said those words sooner. Once you responded, the phone abruptly hung up before you see a man running towards you, pinning you to the couch from behind.

His hands roughly moved around your body as his thrusts were as rough and chaotic as the man you've barely knew as the creep that loves to make vulgar phone calls at the sorority house you live at.

You were bent over on the couch while the man took you from behind. The combined moans from the both of you filled the room as Billy whispered into your ear some nonsensical things with the occasional "Billy's piggy slut" and how good his cock felt.

"Billy, if you want to make that little request for me to squirt all over your fat cock, touch me right here."

One of your soft hands gently guided his towards your swollen clit. His touch was rough, sending waves of pleasure throughout your body as his cock brushed against your gspot.

The overstimulation of pleasure was about too much for you to handle as you suddenly leaned your body back towards Billy, harsh squirts of clear liquid coated the skirt you were wearing and Billy's pants and cock. In reaction to your sudden outburst, Billy finishes inside of you as he let's out a loud grunt.

[childish-ish]

Yoo! *hands you subway sandwich* I absolutely loved the soulmate AU with Micheal making choices for each other. And I was wondering (if you can/want) what would it be like for Billy Lenz.

hii *fucking devours subway sandwich* thank u so much i love u <3 i would love to write for him! sorry if hes ooc :<

sorry it took so long too, i thought it said lOOMIS AND I LOOK BACK AND IT SAYS LENZ LMFAAAOOOOOOOO then i procrastinated xd its super awkward and weird, im sorry!! i tried- i was on major fucking writers block!!

bro u made me eat a bug dont talk to me

soulmate au.. makin choices fo eachother..

billy lenz x reader

also, just imagine like. a party right before christmas and they dont call the police to help them rather do it themselves, but then 1 girl calls and they're on their way at the end.. ya dig? ALSO I KNOW ITS HIS HOME BUT I DIDNT HAVE AN IDEA SO xd

"Hello?" You answer the phone politely, looking over your notes before closing the book as you wait in silence for a reply on the other line. "Hellooo?" You drag out the 'o' in hello.

"Y/n? Hey, hows'it going. Listen i have this party goin' on and I know you don't have jack-shit to do, so, why don't you come on over?"

Barb! Ah, that bitch.. should i? You thought over the pros and cons as Barb waited impatiently on the other line.

soulmate chooses: go to party.

"Yeah, I'm coming. Streets?" You ask, opening your notebook back up, flipping to a blank page as Barb told you the address. You hang up on the girl and rip the piece of paper off, holding it between your teeth as you lift yourself from your cushioned chair, grabbing your coat that hung on the back and quickly stuffed the address in the pocket of your coat.

eat bug or do not eat bug.

You furrow your eyebrows at the choices. Before choosing 'do not eat the bug'. What the fuck?

Of course you would choose not to eat the fucking bug. You weren't a dick. But your fucking soulmate was. You were totally gonna beat their fucking ass for choosing such choices.

You sigh, grabbing your coat on the way out. Your necessities jingling in your pockets of said coat. You shove your hand in, dragging out your keys, turning around to lock your door. Sighing once more, as you enter your car and start the ignition. You pull out the address. "Can't be too hard, can it?" You mutter, finally pulling out of your driveway.

"Hello!" You wiggle your fingers as a small wave at the unrecognizable woman who opened the door. "Hello." Sge greeted back softly. "Are you a friend of Barbs'?"

"You betcha!"

"Well, I'm Jess! It's a pleasure to meet you.. come on in!" Jess opened the door wider. You see a few other girls chatting lively. A glass or a beer bottle in their hands. You follow Jess.

"Y/n! You made it! Good job." Barb greeted you, immediately handing you a beer you watched her pop open. You grab it, took a gulp, and thanked her.

You spot an ant crawling on the counter by you. Jess and Barb began to argue softly. Background noise.. You debate on whether to wipe it up and eat it. You shake your heads of the thoughts to rid of the possibility of your soulmate choosing-

eat the ant.

You growl under your breath, crushing the ant under your index finger and wiping it off on your tongue. You swallow it with your spit.

Im totally beating my soulmates fucking ass.. you thought angrily, chugging the rest of your piss-tasting beer. Chug, chug, chug! You cheer yourself on.

soulmate chooses: chug.

You chuckle before downing the rest of your cheap beer. Barb hands you another wordlessly. A smirk planted on her lips as she watches you down another.

"You should really slow down, Y/n."

"Eeh come on, Jess." Barb rolled her eyes, tossing an empty bottle into the trashcan. "Her soulmate probably made her chug." Barb defends poorly.

"I suppose.. how about you chug some water?"

"Yeah.. that'd be best. I'm already feeling a fucking buzz!" You laugh, being the lightweight you were.

Soon. You had awoke in a extremely comfortable bed with a small headache.

"It's so quiet.." You mutter to yourself. Dragging your hand over your face before quickly pulling away, realising you already had acne that was beginning to sprout. You stare at the ceiling, glancing at the window. Still night-time. You turn your head to the nightstand. The lamp was on. A small glass of water.

"Awh." You smile at the thought of one of the girls leaving a cup of water for you, quietly closing the door behind them. You immediately sit up and chug the water, tossing in the two pills that lied on a small napkin right next to it. You swallow, lathering the pills up in your spit.

You stretch your arms over your head, before falling back onto the plush mattress layered in bedding. You sigh, before finally deciding that it was time to get up and see what was going on downstairs. If you were even upstairs.. you cant tell. Maybe you were downstairs? You continued your train of thought as you closed the door behind you politely. Not bothering to take the glass with you.

You continue down the stairs, hand sliding down the railing as you slowly step down each step, before noticing the sticky, yet not sticky liquid your hand laid in. "The fuck? Strawberry syrup, L-O-L." You lift it up to your lips, licking. Clearly not thinking as the taste registered.

"Pennies. Blood? Oops." You wipe your fingers off on your shirt, quickly continuing down the stairs. "Baaarrrb?!" You call out, awkwardly. "Oh. Who's the shit-face drunk lying on the floor." You step closer towards the dining area. "Barb? You fucking drunk." You snicker.

soulmate chooses: kick her.

You do so. Not like you had any choice yourself. Kicking her lightly in the stomach, you step away. "What the fuck?!" You shriek, slapping the hand that was placed in your shoulder. You turn around to face a rugged man in a dark sweater and black pants. no shoes? Yet socks on his feet.. "Who are you?!"

The person before you didn't answer before lifting up a single hand thay held a.. glass unicorn? The tip of the horn was covered in a red substance. You could only assume strawberry syrup once more.

"Murderer!" You shriek, grabbing the lamp next to you and chucked it at the offending man who barely dodged it. He screamed back in response before lunging at you; successfully tackling you to the carpet rug.

"I can't believe you, are my soulmate.. well no, i can." You place your index finger on your chin in a thoughtful manner as you stare at the ceiling. "Are you?"

"billy made you eat an ant." he snickers horridly in your ear.

As, Billy, with the biggest cock known to man, squabbled and licked the shell of your ear, muttering about pigs and boobs and pussies, you nod to yourself.

"I can just hand you over to the police, no problem." You hug yourself. "But could I, really? My soulmate. Who has killed people.. Barb. God, you fucking cunt!" You screech, rolling away from him, just to jump back on the wide-eyed motherfucker, wrapping your hands around his neck and your cunt being right over his crotch. Haha.

He gasped for air, short, uneven nails scratch at your hands.

Tables were turned, and you were back on the floor with Billy over you, screaming out profanities.

"I'm sorry, Billy." You apologize falsely. Tears streaming down to your ears, since, you were on the floor.. gravity? "You killed my friend, man. I didn't even know her that long!"

Billy leans over and licks the tears away. You flinch away, before he pulls you into his lap awkwardly, his head dipped down into the crevice of your neck and sniffed loudly before giggling to himself.

"Billy's pretty little pig. Billy's. Pretty pig. Pretty cunt. Pretty, pretty, pretty." He mutters, an odd sense of nostalgia washed over you, catching an odd scent that activated said nostalgia.

"Move bitch. Let me get fucking comfortable." You snap, pulling out of his hold and turning your body around to face him. Crotch to crotch as you wrap your legs above his own.. does this make sense? You wrap your legs around his and he crosses his legs, wrapping his arms around you tightly as you fiddle with his hair.

"Man, you are such a fucking dick. Making me do all those fucking things while i chose nice things for you.." You lay your head on his shoulder. Very much stinky, yes.

"We should dip though. Didn't one of the girls call the police while yo' dumb-fucking-ass was suffocating one?" You pull away, getting a good look at his face.

You wouldn't say he was.. handsome.. but you certainly wouldn't say he was ugly. His skin was.. a sickly pale yellow. His.. fuckimg huge brown eyes stared at you. His cracked lips were curled into a unnerving smile.

soulmate chooses: leave.

"Yeah. Let's go." You stand, offering him a hand.

Billy's blood coated calloused hand makes contact with your own. You gag, covering your lips with your free-hand. "Fucking disgusting." You mutter in disgust, enduring it for the sake of your new partner.

You shove Billy in the back of your car, slamming the door shut and sprinting to the other side, just to slip right before you put your hand on the door.

You swing it open angrily, sitting down and starting the ignition, ignoring Billy's giggles and mutters as he peers out the window like a little kid looking at snow for the first time.

break the window or tap obnoxiously.

You roll your eyes, the hint of a smile plastered onto your lips.

tap obnoxiously.

[submissivekillers]

*slides a twenty over the table* NSFW headcanons for Billy the Moaner?

combining these two (also thank u second anon for cluing me into dashinslashin’s blog, hot damn)

*furious chanting* fuck him up fuck him up fUCK HIM UP- but like….. in a nice way…….

the absolute epitome of “can dish it out but he can’t take it” - the moment you respond positively to his dirty talk he slams down the phone and has to take a while to calm down and masturbate

steals your underwear and uses it to get off, pressing it against his face and breathing in your scent or wrapping it around his dick, pretending it’s your hand or mouth while he whines and giggles into the empty air

definitely a bit skittish of affection at first- you: *smiles/compliments him/is generally nice* billy: FUCK WE ARE UNDER ATTACK

BATHE HIM- just because he’s worth the UTI doesn’t mean you gotta take that risk!- resistant at first, but once he realizes it’s an opportunity to get you wet and soapy he strips down before you can say “good boy”- you are going to get splashed and/or tugged in, it’s inevitable- absolutely melts when you wash his hair, relaxing into the water as you work out the dirt and knots from his curls. he already has a chub from the exclusive attention and your state of undress, but it’s messing with his hair that gets him nice and hard, his squirming setting water splashing over the side of the tub and making you scold him until you realize his predicament- it makes for the perfect opportunity to reach down into the water and wrap your fingers around his dick, slowly jerking him off while he whimpers and rolls his hips into your hand. pull his hair back to expose his neck and leave a few bite marks while you’re at it, he’ll be vocally appreciative

i’m sorry do you really expect this man to be at all quiet?? nope. while he does favor softer pet names, reserving the degradation and slurs for his victims, he’s just as vocal in bed as he is on the phone. he keeps up a constant stream of groans, whimpers, and stuttered praises, fumbling with his unfamiliar sweet talk but desperate to make sure you know how good he feels. when he’s close to coming he lets out soft, rhythmic whines with every thrust or bounce, and he practically sobs when he finally reaches his peak- lowkey cries after he comes 

can you say somnophilia? he can’t because billy is into it. in part, it’s practical: his sex drive is unpredictable, and you won’t always be awake when he really, really wants it. but he also likes the vulnerability of it - your expressions are so sweet and open when you’re asleep, no unconscious shame holding back your reactions, and the look on your face when you wake up halfway to orgasm (or mid-orgasm, depending on how heavily you sleep) is one he holds onto for his next solo session

actually prefers oral or fingering/handjobs to penetrative sex. he has more than a couple hang-ups regarding intimacy, but those are all “safer” options for him - and he loves giving oral, especially when you ride his face. he’s vocal then too, slurping and moaning into you, and loves to be praised for his efforts - billy lenz can, will, and should eat the booty like groceries- also really into thighjobs - the thicker the better, but he doesn’t discriminate- this isn’t to say that he’ll never do penetration, though; he just has to be in the right mindset for it. prefers to be on the bottom while you fuck him, gripping your hips hard enough to bruise and babbling breathlessly 

clingy cuddler

[tierthree]

Hear me out bro: NSFW Billy Lenz but the roles are switched he's just a shy collage boy receiving phone dirty calls from his attic gremlin s/o

this could honestly go a number of ways. he could either be a total horndog just listening to the person on the end of the phone talking about sucking his fat juicy cock and watching him jerk off or he could be alarmed and even embarrassed. more likely the former than the latter, but, depending on the relationship with his family (i mean, if there was none of the shit with agnes and his parents he probably would be more coherent and less mentally unstable), he might even confess to his dad like “uhhh what do i do if there’s someone i like but i’ve only ever heard their voice and i don’t even know their name because we’ve never really had a proper conversation”

role-switched billy is probably a real smooth talker (don’t @ me on this one) so one day when the phone rings again, he interrupts them slobbering down the line over his tight boy ass or whatever to ask their name and compliments them on their dedication to their cause - whatever that is.

[strawberryinserts]

Ok!! This is my first time posting a fic on tumblr I hope it works gdhdnsk I also hope y'all like it 💙💙💙

It's billy lenz/reader, the reader is neutral and its just a lotta fluff

This is also cross posted (I think thats the term) from my ao3 since I'm too shy to just link it hdhsns

"Warm..."

That's what you could (barely) hear from your boyfriend, as he basically buried his face into the back of your neck, squeezing you almost too tight as he sniffed your hair, you guess he likes your new shampoo.

You felt a shiver run down when he started kissing your neck softly, God he was so cold, you have to start getting him to come down more often it's probably not good for him being up in the attic so much, especially when it's so cold...

"Yo-you're so soft...love how you fe-feel.." You were about to respond when he rubbed against you, he got excited a little too easily...

"S-so soft and warm...I wanna- I wanna fu-" you held his hand that was rubbing circles on your stomach and shushed him

"Not right now babe, just wanna cuddle, we can later" you felt him grumble against your neck as he went back to burying himself into it, you let out a small giggle, his hair touching your neck was a bit ticklish, you could feel him grin,

"Hey...the moon is really pretty tonight..can you see it?" You asked softly, you were looking out the window at the night sky, the moon was big, bright, and beautiful...it reminded you of Billy's smile.

"Mm.." You could feel him move a little, glancing at the window, you felt a little brave tonight so..

"It's really beautiful..like y-you.." damn it, you couldn't help the small stutter at the end

You felt him squeeze your hand a little tight, and heard him let out a small gasp, you could feel his face get warm against your neck, you guess he was starting to blush..usually he's the one making you blush, it feels...nice making him all embarrassed..it's cute, he's cute.

"..you're pretty cute y'know.." He squeezed your hand again, and you heard him let out a small whine.

You brought his hand up to your face, and placed a small kiss on it, you heard another whine, and you swore he almost bucked his hips but stopped himself,

"Hey," you turned around, facing him, you could see his red face thanks to the moonlight pouring in from the window, his adorable, blushing face, you cupped his face as he looked at you, a little wide eyed

"I love you" you closed your eyes and leaned in, kissing him softly, he hesitated for a second before wrapping his arms around you, bringing you in closer, as he kissed back, you stopped the kiss before it could get a little too steamy, you stared up at him, smiling, you loved these soft moments with him, they could be rare with how..he usually is, but these moments, you wish they could last forever.

"Love you t-too.." He said softly, you knew he wasn't used to being soft, to being complimented, you just wanted to shower him with love and affection,

"Y'know..with the moonlight and everything..god you're really handsome" he quickly hid his face into your neck again, still embarrassed by your words, you let out a small giggle, god he was fucking adorable.

"Y-you're- you're cute too-" you heard him say against your neck, you were about to reply when you felt him kiss your neck, and you let out a small noise,

"A-ah- hey no fa-fair, Billy.." You felt him grin against your neck

"You said we could later, and it's later now, b-billy wants you...y-you're so ki-kind and soft, and w-warm and-"

Well...maybe he'll be soft during this too?

[weirdhorrorenthusiast]

Billy Lenz general HCs

Just kinda an introduction to how I’ll write him, first headcanons in a while <3

Also please correct any typos, i didnt quite edit it 🫶

He has echolalia (This was not my original idea! If you know the fic that i got this from, pls tell me ) Billy repeats phrases and noises he hears. Surprisingly, they’ll sound as accurate to the original sound as they can because of how much he repeats it. This man cannot be silent AT ALL

No matter all the dirty and naughty things Billy says over the phone, he cannot handle physical touch that isn’t sexual (even that can be tough at first) it can be overwhelming and an unusual feeling. Like..soft touches…whats that? You’ll have to slowly work your way up without startling or triggering him

But yes he’s touch starved, once you guys have been together for a while and get more comfortable, he’ll definitely be clingy as hell. Will still have his moments where he wants to be alone and scurry to his lil attic, just be there for him :)

I imagine him being loud all the time, he’s so used to screaming and yelling profanities in the phone. When you’re talking, sometimes he won’t even realize when his voice is getting louder and louder until you politely tell him to lower his voice or he realizes that he’s screaming. And oh boy, especially when he’s telling you about something…he’s gonna start babbling very loud

Of course he can manage most things by himself, have you seen his hands in the movie? His nails are rlly well kept tbh, his hair isnt too much of a mess (besides tangles, pls comb and run your hands through his hair. Feral man honestly might start purring) but PLS TEACH HIM HOW TO TAKE A BATH

Besides making dirty phone calls, you’ll learn that he actually has other hobbies. I imagine him to like doodling and maybe making some easy crafts (just dont leave him alone with liquid glue please) introduce him to calming activities you could do together!

~~ nsfw warning

And of course, horny man. He can be quite selfish at first and you probably won’t finish. Teach him how to make you both feel nice and you’ll have the time of your life

clearly doesn’t like to feel restrained or degraded, be nice to him <3

[slicznymartwy]

Maybe a Billy Lenz X GN!Reader or Billy Lenz X Male!Reader and the reader is dominant? I love the way you portrayed him in your works!!!

… this got away from me.. 2.2k words . very minimal proof reading and I wrote it really fast so please forgive any mistakes .. m!insert is friends with one of the sorority girls and is staying over for dinner when the Moaner calls. warning: non-con/dub-con, a little bit of cock slapping, honestly problematic nsfw 

☾⋆⁺₊ billy lenz x dominant m!reader

When your friend tells you about the obscene phone calls, you assume she’s making it out to be worse than it really is. It’s not that you don’t trust her judgement, but you figure there has to be a simpler reason for the calls than some pervert stalker.

You wouldn’t be surprised if it was just a couple of poorly timed wrong-number calls that the girls blew out of proportion the more they talked about it amongst themselves.

You don’t understand the truth of it until you’re the one picking up the phone.

“Pi Kap,” you answer. When there’s no response, you sigh and move the phone to your other ear. “Hello?”

You hear breathing on the other line. Heavy, labored breaths that give you goose bumps. The voice is obviously masculine, so deep and heady that you nearly forget that he’s calling for the girls, not for you. Clearing your throat, you force yourself to focus on reality and not your own weird fantasies.

“Listen here, buddy, you better stop calling this number,” you say sternly, but you’re cut off. 

He moans into the receiver, breaking off into coughs when his voice goes too low. It sounds dirty, like he might be stroking himself off while he’s talking to you.

It’s for the girls, you remind yourself. You should be feeling furious, not jealous.

“I mean it. I’ll call the police,” you threaten.

“Fucking sluts,” the voice mutters, coughing again. His coughs are loud now, sounding almost like grotesque gagging. “Pig sluts. I’ll fuck them before you do.”

“What?” you breath out, shocked by his words.

“Gonna fuck them first. Gonna ruin it for you. Fuck ‘em with my fat cock, bigger than yours. I’m gonna kill you,” he says, muttering everything under his breath. It’s quiet, but just loud enough that you can hear.

“You’re sick,” you hiss into the receiver. He coughs, then licks his lip so loudly you can hear his spit clicking in his mouth.

“Piggy pussies want my juicy fat cock,” the voice hisses back, choking on his spit in the end. Christ, you can’t imagine what kind of degenerate was calling the house like this.

“Go fuck yourself. I’m calling the cops and I’m beating your ass if I ever see you,” you say.

The man starts to talk again, but you hang up on him, not willing to subject yourself to anymore of his ranting.

“Jesus,” you mutter to yourself, just as your friend comes out from the dining room.

“Was that him?” she asks worriedly, brows drawn together. You sigh as you go to her, putting your hands in your pockets.

“I think so. He calls you guys often?” you ask.

“Sometimes once a day. Sometimes more or less,” she says, holding her own hand. You sigh, taking one hand out of your pocket to pat her shoulder.

“I’m calling the station and then I’m spending the night here. I don’t trust that creep after what he said,” you say, letting your hand drop despite how she leant into your touch.

“What’d he say?” 

You shake your head, putting your hand back into your pocket. “I won’t say. But I’ll keep you guys safe,” you promise. She coos at that, pouting like she might cry as she throws her arms around you. You carefuly extract both hands from your pockets and pat her back carefully.

“Thank you, thank you. You’re the bestest friend ever,” she says. You smile and pat her back, but you don’t really feel like a good friend.

Although your friend offers you the other side of her fullsize mattress, you decline her nicely and take a pillow and blanket down to the living room couch.

“It’s to keep an eye on the front door,” you told her, which she accepted with a pout.

Unfortunately, the couch is less comfortable laying down than when you’re sitting on it. You toss and turn for a while before giving up, staring up at the ceiling with wide open eyes.

You mind wanders back to the phone call and the voice on the other line. His voice had gotten to your head, despite his disgusting words, and his moans played on repeat in your mind. You hadn’t heard real male moans like that in a long time, not counting yourself. It put you on edge, despite every rational bone in your body telling you how stupid you were being.

You’re considering a quick jerk off when you hear the last step on the staircase creak.

Freezing, you don’t move as you consider the sound. It could be your girlfriend or one of her housemates, but nearly every step of the staircase creaked; theres no way any of them could climb down those steps without making any other noise. Alternatively, you hadn’t heard the door open, and that thing creaked louder than all the steps combined.

Slowly, you sit up and look over the back of the couch to see a man in a dark sweater standing on the last step. He’s frozen in place, like if he doesn’t move, you won’t realize he was walking down the steps in your girlfriend’s house.

The longer he stays still, the heavier your breath comes. Fuck, is he even real? You rub your eyes with both hands, and then you hear him take the final step off the stairs and into the living room.

A choked off noise leaves your mouth when the stranger tackles you on the couch, both hands reaching for your throat like he wants to strangle you. Luckily, with your hands both up by your face, you’re able to knock his hands away from you, and you realize he’s not a very strong man. You manuver him easily, despite the way he flails his limbs baby deer.

It also certainly helps that you wrestled in high school.

Laying on the floor by the couch, you press his back against your chest, legs hooking around his own to keep him splayed open. Both of his hands come to the arm you keep looped around his neck.

The stranger is breathing heavily, gasping and grunting like an animal. He tries to buck you off of him, but you keep him in his place easily.

“Who the fuck are you?” you hiss in his ear. You’re taken aback when he hisses back, literally, like a cornered cat. You tighten the arm around his neck and feel his nails dig against your forearm.

“Are you the one calling?” you ask instead.

“Rrrrrrring, ring, ring,” the man manages to trill, despite being completely breathless. “Please hold, the next available operator will fuck you momentarily.”

“You fucking pervert,” you say, jostling him. The man moans, trying to free his legs but you don’t let him. Keeping your arm tight around his throat, but not so tight he can’t breath, you let go of your other arm and drop it down to his crotch.

The man’s hip buck immediately, struggling to get you off of him as he lets out a whimper. You don’t let up, feeling how his cock was already half hard in his jeans.

“How do you like that?” you whisper in his ear, continuing the motion with firm and steady strokes. “Is this what you wanted so bad? Fucking pervert freak.”

The man is still whimpering, head tossing back and forth as he mutters a soft, “no,” again and again. Despite his protests, his hands loosen up on your arm, giving less effort to truly break out of your hold.

You tell yourself that you’re just teaching the guy a lesson, but you’re hard too. His body is warm and firm and he smells so masculine, no trace of sweet flowery perfumes or lotions. Your cock presses against his lower back, but you try to ignore it.

“You’re disgusting,” you say instead of focusing on yourself anymore. You can feel the man start to buck his hips into your hand, chasing the pleasure. Feeling cruel, you let go of him and bring your hand down against his cock, reveling in the way he crumples like a can of soda, letting out a pathetic strangled noise.

“You like this, don’t you? How are you this desperate for anyone to touch you?” you ask in his ear. You start to stroke him again, listening to his heavy breathing. “Disgusting.”

“Disgusting Billy,” he whispers, sounding strangled. He suddenly gasps wetly and swallows, like he’s drooling. You grit your teeth as your cock twitches.

“Get up,” you say, rolling him off of you. Your cock bulges in your pants, but you ignore it while you watch him. He stays on the ground, still breathing heavily, and you think you see his hips twitch forward like he’s imagining he’s fucking someone. Suddenly furious, you climb to your feet, towering over him.

“I said get up. On your knees,” you whisper into the dark room. He groans, keeping his head hanging even as he forces himself up. 

He’s kneeling in front of you, and your cock throbs hotly against your tight pants.

“G-gonna fuck ‘em. Fucking sluts,” the man says under his breath. “Pig cunts.”

“Shut the fuck up,” you say, putting a hand in his frizzy mess of hair. Stepping forward, you force his head against your clothed cock. “Feel that? You’re gonna suck it, you fucking pervert. I don’t wanna hear another fucking word out of your mouth.”

The man moans, muffled against your pants. You can feel his mouth against you, wet and hot. His lips press against you, parted. 

Extracting your hand from his hair, you undo your fly and pull your cock out, already leaking precum at your tip.

“Go ahead, you sick little perv. This is what you want, isn’t it?” You let your cock brush against his lips, red and shiny already. “Fuck. You’re so sick.”

The man gags when you finally push your cock past his lips. He doesn’t let you go very far, his gag reflex is so sensitive that pushing in past the tip of his tongue has him coughing and crying.

It hardly matters to you. You fuck his mouth anyways, letting him drool and gag and cough as much as he wants. He looks up at you with wide, watery eyes, and you stare right back into them as you use him like a thing.

When you finally come in his mouth, you pull out and watch him cough and spit it out onto the wood floor under them. He’s gasping and trying to catch his breath between coughs, face flushed and wet with tears.

“Look at you,” you whisper, putting your hand in his hair. “You’re the slut now. Disgusting cock slut. Gonna oink for me, you cock pig? Oink for me,” you taunt. He moans, covering his face with both hands and scrubbing at his tear-stained cheeks.

You almost feel bad for him, but one look down shows you how he presses a hand against his crotch, rocking on his knees to ride his own palm.

“Fuck. Gonna come in your pants?” you ask him cruelly. “Do it. Pervert. You cock pig.”

The man in front of you moans brokenly, falling forward and clutching onto your pants leg with one hand as the other stays between his legs. You can tell when he comes, hand tightening against your jeans as he leans against you completely, hips twitching a few times before falling still again.

You watch the stranger with heaving breaths, more turned on than you’ve ever felt during any of your past encounters with men – usually little more than rushed handjobs in locker rooms or bar bathrooms.

Out of pity, you let the man catch his breath before stepping away from him, and he falls onto the floor between them.

“Clean yourself up,” you say, hiding yourself in your pants again. You sigh when you see the mess of spit and cum on the floor. “I’m gonna get a towel for the mess. You need the bathroom?”

You watch the man shake his head slowly, still not showing his face. Sighing again, you wonder what you could say. Should you call the police, or would he tell them what you both did and get you arrested to?

When you come back with a paper towel, you’re surprised to see that the man is gone; even the bathroom is empty. You figure the man had learned his lesson and crawled back to whatever hole he came from. 

Once the mess was wiped up and tossed into the kitchen trash bin, you lay back down on the couch. Sleep finds you much easier than it did before, and you’re out like a light after a few short minutes.

a/n: reblogs appreciated <33

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billy lenz headcanons!

This is my first time writing here so please be kind! reblogs and likes are appreciated. obs: english is not my native language, sorry if there is any error.

1. Calls you every 5 minutes if you need to leave the house

2. He has panic attacks frequently and hides in the attic when it happens.

3. After his attacks he likes to be the little spoom, it makes him feel safe and secure.

4. Will cry if you cry.

5. Ee likes to help you cook, even if he sucks at it.

6. On good days he doesn't like to be alone, this includes you having to stay in the bathroom with him while he showers.

7. Could talk to a cat for hours.

8. He rarely showers, but his hair remains soft somehow.

9. He doesn't seem to be that tall, maybe 6'0.

10. Billy has a habit of repeating phrases and sounds that you make like a parrot.

11. He has tics, mostly with twitching his head or letting out a meow.

12. Ok so i think billy would rather give an oral than receive, he may not have experience but it pays off with effort.

13. His favorite position is missionary and doggie style.

14. Even during sex billy can't keep himself serious for long.

15. Can be very scandalous with its ramblings and moans.

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