#to which she ABSOLUTELY took baby billy

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i like to imagine billy’s mom in that childhood au to be someone who wears colorful clothes and has every room in her house be a bright color because it makes her happy, who dresses billy in colorful clothes too and encourages him to express and stand up for himself, who has a garden full of flowers and paints in her spare time, who has pictures of her and billy strewn throughout the house, who smokes marlboro reds and dances with billy in the living room while her records play, who loves her kid so so much and would do anything for him

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Fix you was 😭❤️ could you do more heartbreak stories? I was listening to Happier Than Ever by Billie and just need to feel that ache

Dead End II (Logan Howlett)

A/N: angst, dbf!logan, 18+ f!reader, age gap, mentions of sexual relationship

Dead End

While you had told Logan you were fine after you had that little spat, you were absolutely heartbroken to think that he didn’t feel for you what you felt for him. You knew you were naive, but you swore he saw some type of future with you. It made you think a lot about your future. You did want a husband, you wanted a family down the line, but if he wasn’t planning on marrying you then perhaps you should get the idea of you and him out of your head.

It had been almost a month since you last went over there. You were avoiding his calls, avoiding having to take the route home that took you past his house. In an odd way, odd in the sense that you didn’t expect it, you found yourself happier. You weren’t totally and completely giving yourself to him. You made time for you and even found yourself to be excited to go on a date with a guy in one of your classes.

Meanwhile, Logan was honestly losing it. Not having you made him feel miserable. He knew he had hurt you and this was your way of getting even, but he never considered the chance that you’d get over him like this. “How’s Y/N?” He asked your dad as they shared some beers at your house.

“Oh, she’s great!” Your dad had told him. “She’s on a date tonight which is her first in a while. I think she was in a little bit of a funk, but she’s really growing into her own person now.”

Those words felt like a dagger to the chest, but he forced a smile and nodded, chugging the last of his beer and setting it down a little hard on the porch, the bottle cracked faintly and he hoped your dad hadn’t heard. “Want another?” Your dad asked he also finish his drink and Logan nodded.

At that moment, a car pulled into the driveway and his heart nearly swelled twice in size at the sight of you. You were grinning, smiling at the boy in the driver’s seat, leaning over and pecking his cheek before you got out of his car.

Logan wanted to punch the young guy.

Your eyes meet his as he’s watching you intensely and you freeze, unsure if you should approach him or not until he beckons you to him with two fingers. It surprised you how obedient you still are with him as you walk up the driveway and to the bottom step of the porch. “I won’t bite,” Logan smirks, picking up his cigar and lighting it as you take the steps up the porch to stand in front of him. “How was your date?” He asked as he toked his cigar and blew the smoke out to his right so it wouldn’t get in your face.

“It was nice.” You say, tensing when his hand comes up to your thigh and he starts rubbing your skin gently. “Logan-” You begin only to be cut off.

“Was he good to you?” He asked as his thumb traced the hem of your dress slowly.

You trembled under his touch, still so responsive to him, and it takes everything to nod. “Yes.”

Logan nods thoughtfully as his hands move up to your hip where he squeezes you, holding onto you so he can pull you towards him. Suddenly, he presses a soft kiss to your abdomen, holding your hips with both hands and he inhales your scent. You gasp, your hands coming up to tangle in his hair as he’s kissing your breasts now, biting them through your dress. “Did he have you?” He asks while he’s standing up and pinning you to the porch railing behind you. His nose pushes your jaw softly so he can kiss your neck and you push on him weakly, but it’s enough for him to take the hint.

“No, he didn’t ask me for that. It’s only our first date.” You say, decidedly putting some distance between the two of you. Logan sits back down and picks up his cigar. “What are you doing here, Logan?” You ask.

Logan smirks and shakes his head. “It’s not all about you, baby doll.” He says before he takes a drag of his cigar. “I was friends with your dad before you and I’ll continue to be friends with him after you.”

It made you so sad that he couldn’t even toss you a bone and say he was here for you, to get you to forgive him because he can’t be without you. Your eyes well with tears and he feels guilty, but he can’t help being mad right now. He wants to hurt you like you’re hurting him. An unnecessary cycle of mean words exchanged and you crying and endless drinking for him. “So that’s it? Everything that happened between us is just done? You were my first Logan, does that not mean shit to you?” You asked as tears rolled down your cheeks.

Logan wanted to tell you that of course it meant something to him, that he can’t imagine being with another woman because he knows they simply won’t compare to you. He wants to take you into your bedroom and show you how sorry he is, whisper apologies into your ear as he fucks you hard and deep. He wants to desperately hear your little whines and whimpering, but he’s hurt and right now he only wants to hurt you back. “Your dad’s gonna hear you.” He says, nodding his head towards the house and you’re fuming because you couldn’t care less about your dad finding out.

“You’re an ass.” You mutter as you walk past him and into your house.

Your dad comes back out with two beers and he hands one to Logan who easily twists off the cap. “Must’ve not been a good date.” You dad comments as he looks back into the house.

“Probably for the best.” Logan shrugs, wondering how the hell he’s going to fix the mess he’s made because, truth be told, he can’t have this end with you hating him.

There were many requests for a second part to Dead End and here it is! I am very much into the angst:)

Dead End III

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Hey!!

Can I request Billie teasing her best friend who has a crush on her and doing the knee thing.. it could lead to smut ,if your comfortable writing it

Also, I love your imagines ❤️

Tease

Billie eilish x fem!reader

Warnings: smut, knee/thigh riding, billie being an absolute tease, cussing

Billie was in the drivers seat while you were in the passengers side. You offered to drive but she jokingly said that you were her passenger princess and that they don’t get to drive. When she said that your entire face started to heat up and you didn’t say anything else, I mean, how could you when you secretly have a huge crush on your best friend and she said those things to you?

“Can I play some of my music?” You ask her and Billie smiled big. “Of course you can. I always love when you play your playlist. Our music taste are so similar.” She replied as she kept her eyes on the road and moved her sunglasses up on her face more. You grabbed your phone and set it up on billies car Bluetooth and started your playlist. Washing machine heart started by mitski started playing and you both started to jam out.

She used both of her knees at the bottom of the steering wheel and starting moving along with the beat. You looked over and saw how her knees were moving and you couldn’t stop staring at her. “You okay over there mamas? You seem awfully quiet.” Billie asked as she looked back and forth at you and on the road. “Y-yeah I’m good. Just thinking.” You said hoping she wouldn’t keep pushing because you don’t think you could keep your secret in any longer.

Billie caught you staring at her and how she was driving and that made her smirk. Shes been liking you for a while but since you two are best friends she didn’t want to ruin anything with you. She decided to test something so she continued to dance to the music and feel all over herself. Billie looked over to see you still stare intensely at her movements and she bit her lip. “It’s rude to start mamas..” Billie teased and your face got heated up quickly again and you looked away from her, trying to hide your smile.

Billie reached her cold ring covered hand over to your thighs which was easy access since you decided to wear a skirt. “What’s got you all red in the face hm?” She asked in a playful tone and you had a feeling she caught you staring at her and now she’s teasing the fuck out of you because of it. “You.” You said bluntly and you cursed yourself under your breath. Billie was shocked at your words but then she started chuckling. “Don’t laugh at me! It’s your fault for being so hot and teasing me…” you pouted as you crossed your arms.

“Awwww poor baby. I’m sorry but not really. I love seeing you all red in the face and getting flustered because of me.” She said lowly, looking back and forth between you and the road. You kept pouting and Billie kept teasing you, with words and with actions. She would keep driving with her knee and whenever you caught her she would slowly lick her lips and tucked her bottom lip between her teeth. You squeezed your thighs together and whimpered Lowly but Billie heard you and she felt her boxers get wet.

She was almost to her house when she decided to tease you further by driving with one hand and her other on her baggy pants. She put her hand over her crouch and started “fixing it” and bunching it up slowly. She looked over and caught you staring again as she was pulling into her driveway. She pressed a button in her car and the garage door opened. She pulled in and parked the car and pushed the button again but this time to close it. You both sat there in silence, the two of you being horny. You looked over and saw that Billie was already looking at you with dark eyes.

You couldn’t wait any longer and pounced on her. You took off your seatbelt and went over the space that separated y’all and went on her lap. You grabbed the collar of her button up shirt and brought her close to your face. “You have been teasing me all day and it’s annoying! If you mean what you say then do it.” You threatened her and she gave you a smirk as she held onto your hips. She licks her lips and pushed you forward so y’all’s chest are pressed against each other. “Ride my knee princess.” She said and tapped your ass lightly as you hovered your clothed pussy over her knee.

“Nuh uh. Take em off baby. I wanna see how wet your pussy is.” She rasped out as you lifted your hips up and took off your now soaked underwear. She grabbed them from you and put it in her pants pocket, giving you a fake innocent smile. You hovered your now bare pussy over her knee and started grinding on it, making you let out a strangled moan. You put your hands on her shoulder as her hands was on your hips guiding you. “F-fuck billie!” You moaned out as you started to grind faster, a orgasm already building up inside of you.

“Such a good girl. That’s right keep using my knee princess. You look so pretty right now.” She said as she took her left hand and gripped your jaw, making you look at you. “I wanna see your face when you cum all over my leg babygirl.” Billie commanded as she looked deep into your eyes. You nodded against her hand and moved your hips faster, your clit hitting her jean pants just right that started to make your legs shake. “B-billie! M’gonna cum!” You yelled out as you looked into her blue eyes and she bit her lip as she helped you move faster against her. “Cum all over me princess. Wanna see you cum.” She responded.

You saw white and you felt your eyes close as your orgasm hit you hard. You slowed down, billie helping you chase your high then you collapsed on top of her, your head laying on her plump chest. “Fuck billie…” you breathed out and she let out a happy giggle that made you smile. “I hope you know that I don’t want this to be a one time thing. I’ve loved you for a while but was too scared to say anything, fearing I would cost our friendship and I didn’t want that.” Billie explained and you looked up at you. “I feel the exact same way!” You happily said as you wrapped your arms around her and hug her tight. She smiled giddily and hugged you back tighter.

“If that confession didn’t already say it but will you be my girlfriend?” She asked and your smile turned into a huge grin. “Are you crazy?! Of course I will!” You exclaimed as you started peppering kisses all over her face which made her laugh loudly. “I love you Billie.” You said seriously as you rest your forehead against hers, your breath hitting her plump lips. “I love you most y/n. So fucking much.” She whispered against your lips and gave you a slow peck before pulling away to look at you. “Now…let’s go inside and let me show you how much of a tease I can be.” You said as a smirk appeared on your face. You opened the car door and grabbing her hand, pulling her into her house, with a stupid grin plastered on her face.

A/n: holy guac. 1271 words! I hope this made sense and I did okay lmao took me a couple of days to finish this since I’ve been busy but I hope you enjoy this anon and thank you for the request and for your kind words. I hope the rest of y’all enjoy it too. More Billie smuts coming your way to keep a lookout ;) remember to stay hydrated and to rest. I love y’all!

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Songbird || NINE

Eddie Roundtree x Fem!Reader

Warnings: smut (if you are under 18 please do not interact)

Word Count: 3k

Part Summary: Billy and Y/N argue about his song and Eddie and Y/N break the rules they set for themselves.

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TRACK NINE;

BABY SAID

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Y/N L/N: I never could have imagined how annoyed Billy would be that Daisy changed the lyrics and I couldn’t have imagined the argument he had with me about it.

GRAHAM DUNNE: Billy blew up at Y/N because she knew about the lyric change before he did and didn’t say anything, everything in that house was tense for a while.

…

“Are you fucking kidding me, Y/N?” Billy exclaimed, barging into the living room. 

“What?” Y/N questioned, looking up from her notebook. 

“The song, you knew about the changed lyrics.” Billy said.

Y/N placed her notebook down in front of her, “Yes I did.”

“And you didn’t think to tell me about it?” Billy said, “How long have you known about it?”

“I’ve known about it for two weeks,” Y/N says, “I was at Teddy’s house discussing a few things about my songs and Daisy came in with the changed lyrics.”

“And you thought you’d just what? Let her change my song.” Billy shrugged.

“They were better lyrics Billy,” Y/N says, keeping her voice calm, “She asked my opinion on them.”

“Your opinion,” Billy says, “Y/N, you’re not a songwriter.”

“Not a songwriter?” Y/N says, suddenly feeling angry, “Not a songwriter. Okay Billy, who is the one with a song on the radio which people love, because last time I checked it definitely wasn’t you.”

Y/N stood up from the couch, stepping closer to Billy, “Daisy took your simple and good song and made it complex and frankly, fucking amazing.”

“But it was my song Y/N, she had no right to change it and you had no right to feed into that.” Billy says.

“I didn’t feed into anything, Billy,” Y/N says getting frustrated, “She changed the lyrics, asked me if they’re good, I said yes, that was it. I don’t know why you’re getting angry at me for simply giving Daisy my opinion.”

“Because you can’t write a song, Y/N!” Billy exclaimed, “Your lyrics are always so two dimensional and are always about the same thing. They’re always about wanting to achieve something and being unable to get it.”

“You can’t say anything about my songs, Billy,” Y/N says, “Have you ever even heard your lyrics? ‘I put the grease on the wheel’ What the fuck does that even mean? You call my lyrics two dimensional, at least I’m saying something in mine, not giving a step by step guide.”

Y/N stepped closer to Billy, leaning up to whisper in his ear, her voice low, “ And next time you say something to me about my ability to write a song, just remember that you will never get on the radio without Daisy.”

“What’s going on in here?” Graham questioned, stepping into the room.

“Nothing,” Y/N says, “Absolutely nothing.” Picking up her notebook, Y/N left the room angrily. 

Entering her room, Y/N picked up the bottle of wine next to her bed and took a long sip. Sighing she slumped down on her bed. 

…

Y/N L/N: I think that was the point where I was fully convinced that I hated Billy Dunne. 

EDDIE ROUNDTREE: I never knew what Billy said to her, none of us did, but after that argument they had, she disliked Billy more than me. I tried to talk to her about it but every time she would change the subject. I stopped after a while.

Y/N L/N: Of course I was proud of everyone when they were on the radio, I remember I tried to contact Daisy but I didn’t exactly know where she was and I didn’t have any of her contact information. Nothing could have prepared me for that smug look on Billy’s face when he heard himself on the radio. There was this small unspoken argument between us. Their song knocked me to number two on the charts [laughs] Warren never let me live that down.

BILLY DUNNE: I wrote a song about hope, survival, the perseverance of love. And she turned it into this celebration of doubt, uncertainty. I mean I fucking hated that song, but apparently I was the only one.

…

Y/N strode into the kitchen with Eddie following closely behind her. She picked up a piece of bacon from the plate and began to eat it. 

“When’s the last time anyone went through the mail?” Karen questioned aloud. 

“I thought that was your job.” Warren commented, sitting on the countertop.

“My job?” Karen exclaimed.

“Also, that pile of stuff in the sink is getting pretty big.” 

As Y/N picked up another piece of bacon and put it on her plate, Eddie immediately took it off and began to eat it himself. 

“Hey, just because you stole the number one record from me doesn’t mean you can steal my food too.” Y/N says, swatting him lightly on the shoulder. 

“For the record,” Eddie says, leaning down so his mouth was next to her ear, “I prefer your song.”

Y/N looked up at him and gave him a small smile, unsure of what to say. 

“Uh, guys.” Karen says, causing Y/N’s attention to divert to her. 

“What?” Graham questioned.

“Does anyone know what these are?” Karen smiled, holding up five envelopes.

Everyone suddenly scrambled to get their envelope and opened it with haste. 

“I’m rich!” Warren yelled in excitement, “I’m rich!”

…

WARREN ROJAS: $600 went a real long way in those days.

BILLY DUNNE: Even though I wrote most of the songs, we split the publishing evenly. I thought, ‘Why not?’ You know? I mean…we were family.

GRAHAM DUNNE: First thing I bought? A surfboard.

EDDIE ROUNDTREE: Couple of amps. Fuzz pedal.

KAREN SIRKO: Stock market, obviously.

WARREN ROJAS: Oh, there was this beautiful fur vest in a shop down in Venice.

Y/N L/N: Except for Karen and Billy, I had never seen people buy such stupid things just for the sake of it. [laughs] I was proud of them though.

…

“How soon does it kick in?” Warren questions.

“Depends on the person.” Karen answers.

Warren suddenly stands to his feet and sways a little, “Now, I feel like, on a molecular level, you know, the me and the canyon, we are…” Warren suddenly claps, “We’re ha! No, we’re the same, man.”

Y/N began to laugh and she couldn’t stop, she leaned slightly closer to Eddie, unable to control her body perfectly.

“Warren and Y/N are feeling it.” Karen comments. 

…

GRAHAM DUNNE: How should I put this? With Billy and Camila out of the house, I think we all just felt a little bit, uh, freer.

…

“Oh shit,” Graham says, “I can’t feel my heart.”

Karen places her hand on Graham’s chest, “It’s beating.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m sure.”

“Don’t move your hand.” Graham says. 

…

WARREN ROJAS: [laughs] I really miss drugs.

…

The only two left out on the balcony were Y/N and Eddie. Y/N was staring up at the night sky while Eddie was staring directly at Y/N. Eddie had a dopey smile on his face as his eyes continuously scanned over Y/N. 

“What are you thinking about?” Y/N questioned. 

“What?” Eddie says slowly, not processing the question. 

Y/N turned her head to face Eddie, “What are you thinking about?”

“You.” Eddie answers.

“Me?” Y/N questions, “Well I am pretty amazing.”

“You are,” Eddie says, “You are amazing.”

“You’re amazing as well.” Y/N says, shivering from the cold. 

Eddie reached out and placed his hand on Y/N’s arm, “You’re cold.”

“I’m not, I’m hot.” Y/N says, laughing. 

“You are, but you’re also cold.” Eddie says as he stands to his feet. 

Y/N gripped onto his hand pulling him down next to her on the wider chair, “Sit with me and warm me up then.”

Y/N shuffled around on the chair getting comfortable by placing her legs over Eddie’s lap and cuddling up to his side. Wrapping his arm around her with one arm, Eddie caressed her bare thigh with the other. 

“You’re pretty.” Y/N mumbled, her hand held his jaw gently tilting his face towards hers.

“Look who’s talking.” Eddie says with a smile. 

“Y’know,” Y/N says, “I’ve always loved your smile. It’s-it’s just nice.”

Eddie’s eyes darted from Y/N’s eyes to her lips and back again, he inched closer and his breath fanned her face. 

“I know we agreed that it would only be a one time thing, but I want to kiss you.” Eddie mumbled. 

“Please…” Y/N muttered.

Wasting no more time, Eddie pressed his lips to Y/N’s. The kiss wasn’t gentle by any means, it was sloppy and rushed. Y/N gripped onto Eddie’s shirt pulling him impossibly closer to her. The kiss was hungry and desperate, their teeth clashed and there was nothing romantic about it, other than the dimly lit setting under the stars. Y/N moved to straddle Eddie’s lap.

“This feels familiar.” Eddie mumbled against Y/N’s lips.

Y/N gripped his hair, “Shut up.” 

She pressed her lips against his once again. Eddie’s hands moved to Y/N’s thighs, pushing her skirt higher and higher. Y/N pulled on Eddie’s hair and pulled his head back.

“Let’s go inside.” Y/N breathed out. 

Eddie simply placed his hands on the underside of Y/N’s thighs and rose to his feet, his lips never detaching from hers as he walked through the house. He sat her on top of the kitchen table as he began to kiss down her neck. Y/N was pushed back a little by Eddie so she was laying flat on the table. 

“Eddie…” Y/N moaned out.

Like last time, her skin was on fire. Eddie’s touch set her skin alight. Y/N didn’t understand it, no one had ever made her feel this way before. 

Eddie continued to kiss down her neck and began to unbutton her blouse. He began to kiss further, in the valley of her breasts and further south. As Eddie pulled her skirt down, Y/N raised her hips to allow him to take it off fully. As Eddie found himself in between Y/N’s legs she let out a loud gasp. The pleasure coursing through her veins was unimaginable. 

Y/N was breathless as she lay there on the kitchen table. Eddie gripped her thighs tight, keeping them apart, bruises would be left there in the morning. Y/N’s hands tangled in Eddie’s hair, pulling on the ends, making him moan against her. 

“Eddie, don’t stop…” Y/N moaned out while her head fell back.

Y/N wasn’t very comfortable on the table but she didn’t care, her back arched as she came, a loud moan escaping her lips. Breathing heavily Y/N took a moment to process before she sat up on the table. Gripping the front of Eddie’s shirt, she pulled him up to her connecting their lips, she could taste herself on him. 

Y/N’s hands roamed until they found his belt, she tried her best to undo it but in her haste, she simply failed. Eddie pulled away, chuckling deeply which sent a jolt through Y/N’s body. Eddie undid his belt as Y/N pulled him closer, wrapping her legs around his waist, she could feel him. 

Picking her up swiftly, Eddie carried her to his room, laying her down on the bed. Eddie shrugged off his jeans and pulled his shirt over his head, the necklace Y/N had bought him on full display. 

Eddie crawled over Y/N and connected their lips, bodies pressed together. As Eddie pushed into her, Y/N gasped. Eddie let out a loud moan as he began to move, the pleasure building quickly. 

“You’re so fucking beautiful.” Eddie says, quickening his pace. 

Y/N's legs wrapped around Eddie as she scratched down his back. Everything between them was rough and desperate, Eddie’s pace never faltered not even for a second. Y/N bit down on Eddie’s shoulder trying to keep quiet but it was proving difficult with the combination of the pleasure she was feeling, the sound of Eddie breathless in her ear and the necklace swinging between them.

“Eddie, harder, please…” Y/N breathed out. 

Eddie kissed along her jaw before he kissed her lips once again. Y/N felt like she was walking on air, she had never experienced pleasure like it. She wasn’t sure if it was because she was high but she knew that this was a feeling she hadn’t had before. 

Eddie’s thrusts became sloppy as his hand came between their bodies, pushing Y/N closer to the edge. The sound of Y/N’s moans were something that would be ingrained in his memory forever. 

Continuing his thrusts as he reached his high pushed Y/N over the edge. Calling out his name loudly Y/N arched her back, pressing her completely against Eddie. As Eddie pulled out and laid down next to her, Y/N’s body twitched a little. The two breathed heavily, coming down from their high. 

Eddie cupped Y/N’s cheek turning her face towards him and kissed her. This kiss was a lot more gentle than the two had experienced. It made Y/N let out a sigh. Pulling away, Eddie’s hand lingered on her cheek, brushing her hair away. 

Y/N rolled closer to Eddie, resting her head on his chest. Eddie’s arm wrapped around her, getting comfortable. Once Y/N’s eyes were shut she was passed out, leaving Eddie staring at the ceiling, unsure of what to think. 

…

EDDIE ROUNDTREE: It was a confusing time in my life. 

…

When Y/N awoke the next morning, she was confused until she looked over and saw Eddie, whose arm was draped lazily over her waist. Sighing, Y/N slid out from under his arm and stood to her feet, a dull ache in between her thighs from the night’s activities. 

Grabbing her shirt from the floor, Y/N buttoned it up before slipping out of Eddie’s room. She could hear laughter coming from the kitchen. As Y/N stepped into her room she quickly grabbed some clothes and got changed. When she looked in the mirror, her hair was a complete mess causing Y/N to sigh. 

Attempting to make it look presentable, Y/N tried everything before giving up altogether, opting to just take a shower later in the day. Heading out of her room and to the kitchen, she found Eddie now awake, sitting at the table with the others. 

Y/N couldn’t help but feel awkward, despite their agreement, the two had slept together again. She didn’t know how to feel, one one hand she regrets it, knowing that no matter what the two say, it would impact their friendship but on the other hand she was glad it happened but she couldn’t explain why. 

Sitting down at the kitchen table Y/N offered everyone a smile but as she looked in Eddie’s direction, her smile faltered as he wasn’t looking at her. Feeling an ache in her chest, Y/N simply grabbed a slice of toast Graham offered to her and ate it in silence. 

…

Y/N L/N: I didn’t know what to think. 

BILLY DUNNE: I wanted to get back into the studio right away. Cut a new album. Turn the page. You know? But that song wouldn’t quit.

GRAHAM DUNNE: We got asked to join the bill at the Diamond Head Festival in Hawaii. It was our first show, since, um…well…

Y/N L/N: I wasn’t originally going to go to the festival but Teddy told me last minute that they wanted me as well, so I agreed. I mean who wouldn’t want to perform in fucking Hawaii. I got to perform my song and a few songs that people hadn’t heard before, I was reaching a new audience. It was what I’ve always wanted, to be seen.

…

“Hey, Steve Miller Band. The Dead? Shit, these guys are all here?” Warren says.

“Where are we?” Graham asks. 

“Right there, brother.” Warren says, pointing to the bottom of the list.

“I’m still above you.” Y/N teased, pointing out her name just above the band’s. 

…

EDDIE ROUNDTREE: We were on at one in the afternoon. But, hey, at least we were invited.

…

Y/N stood around with the band just before she was about to go on stage. She was nervous, normally Y/N performed in front of thirty people tops but there was a crowd of at least one-hundred. Gripping onto the bottle of wine, Y/N brought it up to her lips, taking a long drink. 

“Hey,” Karen says, “You’re gonna do great.”

“I know,” Y/N says, “Just pre-show nerves kicking in.”

Y/N took one final swig of the wine before placing it down, “I’m gonna be fucking fantastic.”

Just before Y/N walked onto the stage, she caught Eddie’s eye. The two hadn’t really spoken since the night they spent together. It was strange not talking to him as the two were constantly drawn to one another, she did miss him but she knew that spending some time apart for a while was probably best. 

Sending a quick wink in Eddie’s direction before walking on stage caused Eddie to smile. The crowd cheered as Y/N appeared on stage. Confidently striding to the microphone, Y/N adjusted it to her height and someone handed her a guitar. 

“I’m Y/N L/N and this is my song In the Morning.” Y/N introduced and the crowd cheered. 

Y/N began to play.

From the side of the stage, the band watched, proud of their friend all with smiles on their faces. However Eddie had an unreadable expression on his face. 

…

EDDIE ROUNDTREE: That was the moment I knew I was falling in love with Y/N L/N.

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[eclecticqueennerd]

Zoo Date w/ The Boys

Hughie- He would be excited to go to the zoo. He hasn’t been since he was a little boy and went with his dad. I feel like he’d constantly tell you fun facts about the animals you see. “Did you know that Flamingos are born white, and they turn pink because of the type of food they eat? I think I read that somewhere.” You point to the information plaque on the enclosure “It also said it on that sign Hughie.” “Oh… I guess it does.” At the end of the day, on the way home, he’d complain about his feet hurting from all the walking you guys did.

Frenchie- hands down would love it, especially if he took acid before going. Can you imagine the acid kicking in by the time the two of you walked into the aquarium? “Look at this weird fucker, eh?” He would look like a kid on Christmas, making faces at all the fish that swam by and entranced by all the bright colors.

Kimiko- like Frenchie, she would love it. The zoo was a place where she felt normal and didn’t have to worry about using her powers. Her face would constantly light up and the sight of an animal she liked. After riding the Carousel, her smile stayed on until the two of you got back to the hideout.

MM- This man, he loves you, that’s the only reason why he’s here. He lost track of how many times he’s been to the zoo with his daughter Janine, so its lost its magic, but he likes to watch how your eyes brighten when you see the baby elephant running around in front of you. I feel like if you were short and trying to see something cool, he’d use his size to push people out of the way for you to get a chance to see it. I mean MM is a large intimidating man, but for you he’s a big softie. He would buy you a stuffed animal that you were eyeing in the gift shop.

Billy- When you finally convince Billy to take you out to the zoo, he reluctantly goes. While there, this man cannot relax! He’s looking behind his shoulder every few minutes to make sure that you’re not being followed, which you’re in a packed zoo, you’re gonna be followed at some point. “Oi cunt, you better not try anything.” He’d say at a man carrying a baby. “Billy, he’s got a kid.” “Aye the perfect coverup.” God you can’t take this man anywhere…

Ben- absolutely out of the question. He does not do well in crowds. You decided to stay home instead, watching a nature documentary. He’d constantly hmm, and haw in some parts where it was supposed to be interesting, but he really didn’t care. When it got to the mating ritual, Ben would attempt to do some ‘Netflix and Chill’ and you just couldn’t resist his charm.

Homelander- he took you to the zoo because of how well behaved you’d been. While there, he was instantly recognized and swarms of people would form around him, enclosing the two of you in a tight circle. This man knows how to deal with crowds, you not so much. He hears your heart begin to race over all the commotion. He quickly grabs you and the two of you fly off to get an ice cream cone. You were disappointed that your zoo trip was ruined by adoring fans and thought it was time to go back to the tower, until Homelander surprised you. The two of you revisited the zoo after hours. “I thought we were going home.” “No, my best girl needs to be rewarded.” “How’d you manage you get permission for us to be here? I was with you the whole day and I don’t remember you making a phone call.” “Honey, I don’t need permission, I’m the Homelander.”

[milesandcorysupermacy]

can you do a fic we’re y/n is miles(doesn’t matter which one) little sister who can lowkey sing but denies it

HEEEEEY, POOKIE! So ik I took long to answer ur request but u inspired me to write again because I can actually relate to this 😭

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"Mariposa"

1610!Miles x Younger-SISTER-Reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff

Warnings: Cursing, Reader is 13, Miles is 15, Me not knowing anthing about the music industry, Not spell checked bc im lazy, Reader recorded without her consent (it'll make sense, I promise 😭)

Songs that were used: 'In Your Hands' By Halle, and 'Hailey's Comet' By Billie Eilish

Summary: You've always thought you could sing well, but you never considered it was exceptionally well. When you're confronted with other people's opinions on your singing, you start to change your mind. Can you really sing?

Taglist:

@we-loveebony

@im-miss-simp

@ilovespiderverseee

@maxoloqy

@edgyficuselastica

@thehighlordishere

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You walked into your kitchen, humming the soft melodies of the Billie Eilish song playing in your shared airpod with your older brother, Miles.

"Hey, you wanna order tacos? Your treat, by the way."

You turn to him, confused from this comment since he usually pays. You hate to admit anything nice about him, but one thing you can say is...he's a gentleman.

"Why am I paying?"

"Oh, I dunno. Maybe this will jog your memory."

Your over-dramatic sibling says as he points to a scar on his left cheek. You sheepishly chuckle as you scratch the back of your neck, embarrassed. The scar he's referring to is from two days ago when you threw scissors at him.

"Oh, right. In my defense, I thought your spidey senses would make you catch it."

Miles gasped.

"HOW?!?!!? I was holding sketches! If you thought I would drop my precious babies for some scissors...you clearly don't know me, mother's other child."

He said, not referring to you by name anymore. You rolled your eyes as you threatened him with the worst thing of all...no food.

"Well, if you're not even referring to me by name anymore, I guess you don't want any tacos!"

Miles immediately frowned, gasping from your threat.

"No! I love you my most beautiful, sweet, elegant sister! I still want the tacos! Make mine carne asada, please!"

You rolled your eyes at his willingness to switch up so easily. You sighed, opening your Uber Eats app to find the closest taco place.

"What a drag to love you like I do, ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh"

You sang quietly along to the infectious melodies of Billie Eilish's 'Hailey's Comet'. Miles just stared at you, stunned. He's never heard you sing unless you were joking around, but right now he could've sworn you were a Grammy-nominated artist. He let this keep going on until the song ended, still staring at you while you absent-mindedly look into your phone. Not noticing him staring daggers into the side of your face.

"Ok, I placed the orde-"

"You sounded really good just now, why didn't you tell anyone you could sing like that?"

You stared at him bug-eyed, not knowing how to respond to all this sudden attention on you. Being the younger sister of Miles Morales, you just kinda got used to flying under his radar. I mean, he's a *almost* Straight A student, exceptionally good at art, a superhero, and he's in one of the most prestigious schools in Brooklyn. How could you even compete with that?

You're just a 13 year old girl who passes all her classes to keep her and her parents sane, and pretty much nothing after that. You acknowledged this hidden talent, but immediately compared yourself to other singers and realized that you would get crushed in that audition room. You weren't some Beyonce waiting to happen, you were just a girl. A girl who has absolutely no idea what she's doing.

"Why? What do you mean why, Miles? Have you heard all the other singers out there? Dude, I would get fucking crushed the moment I let out the first note. Not just that, but you're so obviously mom and dad's favorite. I mean, every time I come home with a B I feel like an idiot compared to you. You're just better than me, and everyone knows it. I fly under your radar, Miles. Every time that you, mom, or dad introduce me to somebody, you guys always say Miles' little sister. Face it, dude. I can't compare to you."

Miles felt his heart shatter hearing your words. As a big brother, his job was to protect you. How could he do that when he was causing the problem himself? He never looked down on you, he was proud to have you as a sister and he couldn't believe that you felt this way about yourself. What made it even worse was the fact that you started crying, he immediately sprung into action when he saw the tears falling. He engulfed you in a hug, feeling extremely guilty.

"I'm so sorry, Mariposa. I never even realized that the family was downplaying you like this, you're incredible and deserve to be seen as such."

You felt a smirk coming onto your lips from the nickname that he called you, referring to your Halloween costume from 10 years ago. Small moments like this made you realize that you had a brother who loved you, and would talk to you about anything. That's all that matters, right? You and him against the world...well, maybe just him. (Give the man credit, he's literally spiderman.)

"It's fine, I'm sorry to drop all of this on you. I feel like I kinda overreacted."

You awkwardly chuckled as Miles look at you like you were a woman gone mad.

"Why are you sorry? I'm glad you brung it up, now I can be more aware whenever I see it happen again. The fact that you feel like you're always under my radar is even more of a reason to get yourself out there! Who knows, I mean maybe Mami and Dad could hire you a manager. We're in New York, this IS industry city."

You thought about the idea for a second and honestly, it sounded great at first. Then you started to realize that you were 13, about to graduate 8th grade, and have no experience in vocal training. The once great idea started to sound like a complete fail.

"While I appreciate your excitement, Miles. I'm barely a high schooler, and have no experience. If I were to make it in the industry, it be pure luck!"

You waved him off as he was walking around you in a circle, spewing ideas. Starting to become annoyed with how invested he truly is in your life, a blessing and a curse.

"Well maybe if we go to the mall and-"

"What? No, that's so idiotic."

"Well, if you can open for an artist's tour-"

"How am I gonna do that with my middle class, Afro-Hispanic family in Brooklyn, New York?"

"Well, I got a few piggy bank-"

Miles was thankfully interrupted by a notification from your phone saying that the tacos were downstairs at the front desk.

"Thank fuck."

You whispered as the notification saved you from hearing any more of Miles' idiotic ideas.

"Miles, you mind going to get it?"

"Yea, just gimme a sec."

He says as he puts his shoes on, but that's really just a cover for his plan. He decided to play one of your favorite songs right now, 'In Your Hands'. He did this since he knew you wouldn't be able to resist singing it, especially since nobody else is around. While he's downstairs, he left his phone recording in the apartment so that he could catch your angelic voice and show it to his parents. Great plan....well, at least he hopes so.

~Timeskip~

While you and Miles play Wii Bowling on the living room TV, (you were beating his ass btw) your parents walk in. You both greet them and help with groceries, you then decide that you wanted to take a shower and exit the room. This gives Miles time to execute his plan!

(We're gonna pan over to Miles' scene bc I'm not. writing about you taking a boring ass shower.)

"Ok, we have like 40 mins until she's done with her nightly routine."

Miles says very suspiciously which causes his parents to feel concerned about him.

"Miles, buddy. You alright? I hope you're not sick or anything."

Jeff says as he cautiously touches Miles' forehead. His mother begins to chime in with the concern too.

"Yeah, you do look kinda pale."

Rio says, also touching the poor boy's face.

"He does, doesn't he? I'm glad I wasn't the only one noticing-"

"I'm not pale, I'm very pigmented!"

Miles whisper shouts. His parents back off with their hands up in a surrendering motion.

"Anyway, I wanted to show you guys a video of Y/N that I took. I know it sounds weird, but it's a video of her singing. It sounds really nice and I want her to have a talent of her own since everyone compares us."

His parents smile with approval and appreciation of how nice your brother was being towards you right now.

"Well, show us whatcha got!"

Rio says, enthusiastically. Miles opens his camera app and plays the video, immediately smiling at your perfect voice as you sing the melodic notes of the song.

"In your Hands, in your hands.

You can't let go or you'll lose your chance.

'Cause after me, you'll never fall in love again, la-la-la."

You melodically sung along to the song ans your parents stared at the phone with shock. They listened to the whole 3 minute video and smiled the whole way through, stunned by your almost perfect vocals.

"Wow...I can't believe that's my baby girl singing!"

Rio said, bewildered.

After some time, you finally walk out the bathroom with your pajamas and a towel on your head. Your family just stared at you with shock as you walked toward the kitchen for water.

"What? Am I not supposed to drink this water or something?"

"Girl, where'd you learn to sing like that?"

You furrowed your eyebrows at your dad, believing he's truly lost it this time.

"What are you talking about?"

Miles smiled cheekily at you as he played the video of your singing. You immediately grew embarrassed as you felt your face heat up and eyes widen.

"Miles, I'll kill you!"

You shouted as you charged towards your older brother who hid behind his mom.

"Baby, this is great! We signed you up for vocal lessons and even got you a meeting with a manager tomorrow, that's...if you say yes, of course."

Your mom trailed off.

"You better say yes, this stuff wasn't cheap!"

Jeff complained as your mom shot him a glare.

"Fine, I'll do it."

You said as you smiled from your families interest in you and your interests. You and your family conversed on some logistics and commitments that you will have to make for this newfound hobby. With that, there was just one more question to ask...

"So, what will your artist name be? We need a name to put on the email to the record label."

You looked up at your older brother and smiled before saying...

"Mariposa."

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THIS IS ITTT 🤑🤑

The first post after my lil hiatus 🤧

Anyway, I hope yall liked it and thanks to the anon who sent this, ima answer the other request I got too!

💞💞

[tastefulstars]

Keep Me Close

You get to see a side of Billy that no one else has.

billy hargrove x f!reader

a/n: ok i know a lot of people hc billy as daddy dom but no. no that boy is prime sub material and who am i to deny every desire my pea brain comes up with? this isn’t what i planned and it took a hard left turn but i cant bring myself to care.

warnings: 18+ only. mdni. unprotected sex. piv, oral (m receiving), sub!billy, dom!reader, restraints, sensory play (kind of), praise kink, jealousy, no real proof reading.

masterlist

Your relationship with Billy was, well, not a relationship - not even a friendship really, which made it all the more confusing.

You'd flirt and tease, making out at parties, pressed against a strangers sink, but nothing more than that has happened - you didn't think anything more than that would happen. Neither of you seemed to be in too much of a rush to take it further.

You'd watch as Billy would flirt his way around town, seemingly fucking everyone but you. Jealousy simmered under your skin, your pride kept you from going to him.

Oh how you wanted, wanted to be the one he seduced. All coy smiles and soft words and even softer touches. Wanted more than just a quick fuck. Wanted him laid out in your bed and looking up at you in absolute adoration as you rode him, wanted him to press words of devotion into your skin, wanted him to stay - curled around you and your fingers buried in his hair.

Mostly, you just wanted him to choose you.

Maybe you were being foolish, a silly girl with a silly crush, but you couldn't stop the painful squeeze of your heart or the burning jealousy that made your jaw clench every time you watched him flirt with someone else - knowing that he'd be pressed against you at the next party, licking into your mouth and holding your hips tight.

You had enough.

If he could string you along and sleep around town then why couldn't you?

You started dressing a little bit more revealing, reveling in the attention boys started paying to you. You attended more parties, dancing and flirting with whoever caught your eye. You never actually slept with any of them but the idea that you would kept a small group of guys following you around. You had them eating out of the palm of your hand.

You felt powerful.

All you had to do was bat your eyes, pout a little, and they would be tripping over themselves to do whatever you wanted.

A group of your friends, and your ever loyal shadows, had organized to spend a day at the local pool. You slipped on your tiny black bikini, you had bought the most revealing one you could find, pulled a loose dress over the top.

Climbing out of the backseat of one of the boys cars, you warmly greet your friends. Laughing and chatting as you made your way into the pool. One of the girls giggles.

“Oh - look who’s here today!” Her voice is high and she’s giggling in between words. You glance over and spot Billy, sitting on the lifeguard’s chair. His curly hair tucked behind his ears and framing his face beautifully, dark sunglasses perched high on his nose hide his baby blues.

“I forgot he worked here” You hadn’t.

You feel his eyes on you as you slowly, teasingly, pull your dress up.

You feel the eyes of your shadows too. ‘Let me get that’ one’s rushing to your side to take your dress, ‘here, I saved you the lounge chair’ another is saying, and a third chimes up with ‘I’ll get you a drink - do you want an icy pop too?’

You lay back, drinks and snacks appearing out of nowhere when you even hint at being thirsty, hungry. You laugh with your friends and after a while, grow bored. You roll your head and eye up your friends, ignoring the boys.

“Wanna swim?” You asks lazily, pulling yourself off the chair and you can hear the boys tripping over themselves to chase after you.

Your day was long but good. You enjoyed the cool water against your skin, enjoyed laying on the lounge chair and soaking up the warm sunlight. You were starting to get tired and gathered up your dress to change, heading to the bathroom and rolling your eyes when one of the boys asks if you need help.

You’re heading back to the group, hands full of your wet swimmers, when there’s fingers wrapping around your elbow and pulling you. You let Billy lead you into the storage shed and raise your eyebrow.

“Yes?” You ask. He’s just staring at you, jaw clenching.

“What are you doing?” He snaps, eyebrows furrowed and oh, you almost laugh, he’s jealous. 

“Spending time with my friends?” You say like it should be obvious. You weren’t going to give into him - give him what he wanted, to throw yourself at him, beg him for forgiveness.

He makes a low sound, a frustrated growl, that makes your cunt pulse. He’s stalking forward, getting into your space.

“You know that’s not what I mean” His voice is low and if you were anyone else, it would be intimidating. “What are you doing, wearing barely anything all the time and going to parties and flirting with all those boys?”

Oh so he had noticed after all, your stomach flutters and toes curl. You raise your chin. 

“Why do you care?” You ask him, voice hard, “I’m not your girlfriend”

“I-”

“No” You cut him off, stepping closer and staring him down, “No - you don’t get to fuck your way around town, string me along and then get mad at me for doing the same damn thing”

That’s when you notice it - he’s never had a girl challenge him and he’s dropping his eyes, lowering his shoulders, making himself seem smaller. Arousal sings through your body. Ohh, you could work with this. You reach up, cupping the back of his neck with your hand and squeeze. His eyes flicker back to yours.

“You act all tough and like a bad boy, fuckin’ anyone who’ll let you” Your voice is low, hand still firmly holding Billy by the neck, “You think you have to, don’t you? Don’t want to admit that you just want someone else to take charge? To look after you and let you sink into your pleasure without questions?”

He takes a deep breath in, shuddering and he lowers his eyes again.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about” It sounds weak, unconvincing. You just look at him.

“I’ll take care of you, don’t worry” You tell him, giving his neck a gentle squeeze, “I’ll meet you at your car”

You don’t wait for him to nod, to agree, you just leave. You gather your things and say goodbye to your group, much to the boys disappointment, and perch on top of the hood of his car, waiting. You slide down once he reaches you, pressed against his front.

“Why don’t you drive for a bit? Find us a nice quiet spot and we can talk” Your voice is sweet like honey and he doesn’t speak, nodding.

He drives too fast and grips the steering wheel too tight and you worry that maybe you’re pushing it, that he doesn’t really want to give up control, that he didn’t want you to be the one he’s vulnerable for. You rest your hand on his thigh and you see him relax a little, glancing at you for a beat before turning and watching the road.

He’s pulling into a secluded wooded area, turning the car off and just, waiting. You reach over, tugging gently on a lock of his hair. His head turns to you but he’s not really looking at you, eye darting around your head.

“Billy” You murmur, soft, not wanting to break the silence, "look at me"

He does, eyes locking onto yours. You cup his cheek and he leans into your palm.

"Tell me what you want, baby boy"

His eyes slip closed, his nose scrunches before he relaxes.

"I, I just want" He struggles a little bit, to find the words but you're happy to wait, stroking your thumb over his cheek.

"I just want to not have to think for a while" He finally breathes, words spilling past his lips before he can stop them, "My dad's a piece of shit and everyone expects me to be this big tough guy and I'm angry, all the time, and Max hates me and, I just - no one wants me, to take care of me. You're the first person who hasn't made me feel like I have to act. You always just let me give you what I needed and never asked for more."

You hold his face between your hands and your heart breaks at the sight of his watery eyes. You were going to ask him to fuck you on the hood of his car, but now - no, that wouldn't do. You press a soft kiss onto his lips.

"Will you let me take care of you?" Your lips brush against his as you talk, "I want you to take us to my home, I want to make you feel good"

He nods as best as he can with you holding him, you press another kiss onto his lips. He presses forward as you lean back, chasing your lips. You laugh softly and give him a final kiss.

You keep a hand on him as he drives, holding his thigh. You squeeze gently when he pulls up. Taking his hand, you lead him to your room.

You hold his hand on your lap, and look him in the eye. He's just staring at you, eyes wide and almost pleading. How anyone hadn't noticed this before, his need to let go, shocked you.

"Do you trust me?"

"Yes" He nods, no hesitation. Something blossoms inside you and your chest flutters.

You slip down onto your knees, kneeling in front of him. You press quick kisses to each thigh and deftly work his shoes off his feet. He sighs as you gently rub his calves, working your fingers up until your hands are resting on his thighs again. You slip your hands up his torso, using the momentum to slip his tank off him.

"Lay down" You tell him gently, guiding him until his head is on your pillows, "Comfortable?"

His smile is small but no less blinding, he murmurs out a quiet 'yeah'. You shift, straddling his waist.

"Trust me?" You whisper again as you take his wrists in your hands, holding them above his head.

"I trust you" His voice is even and you believe him. You slide off him and dig through your closet, finding an old shirt you roll - twisting and knotting it until it's turned into makeshift restraints. You slip one hand through the opening, tightening it and looping the fabric through the headboard before securing his other hand in the second opening.

Once his arms are fixed to your headboard you sit back, weight settling on Billy's hips. He looks beautiful - strong arms framing his head, curly hair splayed out on your pillow, pupils blown wide.

You gently stroke his cheek with a single finger, trailing it over his features, down his chin, his neck. You caress his firm chest, applying soft pressure and stroking him, willing him to relax completely. You scrape your nails down his chest and stomach, watching as the muscles under your touch tense and relax.

“How do you feel?” You ask, dragging your gaze from his firm stomach to his eyes. He looks relaxed, eyes hooded and lips parted.

“I’m good” He murmurs on a soft sigh, “feels good”

You shuffle backwards, kneeling between his legs. His shorts are tented and dick hard. Your mouth watered at the sight, you wanted - wanted to feel him inside you, but you wanted to take care of him first. You rub your hands firmly down his thighs, gently kneading the flesh of his legs and working out any tension.

Your stomach flips and flutters when his soft sighs and groans reach your ears.

“Feel good?” You whisper.

“Hmm” He’s voice is sleepy, relaxed, “yeah”

“I’m going to make you come, handsome” He trembles at your words, “Going to make you feel good”

“Please”

You drag your fingers to the waistband of his shorts, hooking them in and slowly dragging them down his legs and dropping them onto the floor beside you. His cock is long and thick, flushed red and leaking precum. You gently wrap your fingers around the shaft and Billy’s whole body jerks at your touch. You keep your touch light, soft, and slow - fisting his cock until he’s gasping and rocking his hips up to meet your fist, his hand’s straining against his restraints.

You lower yourself, wrapping your lips around the head of his cock and Billy shouts. Sucking gently, you let your spit gather in your mouth before you pull back slightly, letting the saliva dribble down his cock. You sink your mouth down on him, his groans and moans going straight to your cunt.

You didn’t think you were going to be able give Billy up now that you’d tasted him. The skin on his cock was smooth and velvety under your lips, the precum leaking onto your tongue salty and musky. You could lay here, sucking Billy’s cock for hours, but this wasn’t about what you wanted.

So you work a little harder, fisting the base of his cock and cupping his balls and rolling them in your palm, take him a little deeper in your throat.

“Oh- I’m” Billy is panting, thighs and hips twitching around you, “I‘m close”

You take him as deep as you can and swallow around him and he’s crying out, tensing and spilling down your throat. You work him through it, gently licking, cleaning his cock until Billy’s whining and shifting away from your lips. His head is tipped back, breathing hard and gasping.

“You’re so beautiful” You tell him, stroking your palms across his torso. You gently trail your fingers across his skin as you wait for him to catch his breath. Your cunt is beating in time with your heart, slick dribbling down your thighs and your skin feels electric.

You’ve never wanted anyone as much as you wanted Billy right now but you’re content with waiting. Wanting him to be ready, to be with you when you sink down on his cock, so you drag your nails down his skin and watch.

His eyes crack open after a few minutes and oh dear, if he looked beautiful with his eyes closed then he’s downright gorgeous now that he’s got his eyes locked on yours.

You shift upwards, settling on his waist again and rub at his biceps, worried they were aching. He’s looking up at you with a soft look on his face, blissed out and adoring.

“Good?” You ask, toes curling. He smiles softly and, well, that does it - you were never letting him out of your sight now.

“I’m good” He mumbles, voice low, “I- thank you”

“Tell me when you’re ready” You instruct, “I want to ride you, make you spill inside me”

He groans softly, eyes closing and you lean down, capturing his lips in a fiery kiss. You kiss him, licking into his mouth, sucking and nibbling on his lower lip, for what feels like hours. You’re panting into each other’s mouths, Billy’s arms pulling against the cloth holding him down, and you’re rocking your hips against his stomach - grinding down on him and making him moan.

“Please - can you?” He’s asking quietly, head turned and buried in his bicep.

“What is it, baby? What do you need?”

His cheeks flush slightly and you let him work it out, not pressing him for his answer. He opens his eyes, peering at you from under his lashes and you melt - he could ask you for anything and you’d give it to him.

“Wanna feel you. Want to be inside you” He breathes out, shyly. You just press kisses against his temple and cheek and murmur out a quiet, ‘of course’.

He watches you as you quickly strip, eyes wide and mouth parted. He drinks you in and his hands clench like he’s wanting nothing more than to touch.

“You’re gorgeous” He breathes and you feel yourself flush - tummy full of butterflies. You kiss him as you press him inside your cunt, sinking down and and down until you’re flush against his hips. You’re moaning at the stretch and Billy is gasping, bucking up and pressing his cock deeper.

“Oh fuck” He grunts, voice trembling. You press your forehead against his and you roll your hips. “Oh god”

“You feel so good, baby” Your voice is soft, words spilled in time with each roll of your hips.

“Feel so good inside me. You’re doing such a good job for me, aren’t you? My good boy”

You felt pride surge through you as he’s reduced to a whining mess, gasping and shuddering as you lavish him with praises. His face is scrunched up and he’s gasping for breath, you almost want to break him - to make him beg, but now isn’t the time for that. You reach down, fingering your clit and rocking harder, faster.

“I wanna come all over your big cock and then you’re going to fill me up, aren’t you?” You moan, cunt fluttering around him, you were getting close.

“Yes” He gasps, “Yes- I’m going to-”

You press your clit just a touch harder and you explode, shaking and clamping down on Billy’s cock - Billy immediately follows, moaning loudly as he rocks his hips up into you and rides out his climax.

Your arms give out and you press your forehead against Billy’s heat, panting. You feel his rough breaths and his chest heave, feel his heart pounding. He makes a small noise above you and you sit, rising off him and letting his cock slip out of you.

You reach up, releasing his hands from their bonds and gently lowering them to his sides, not wanting the muscles to seize up after being still for so long. You press a kiss on his temple and slide off the bed, whispering a quick ‘be back in a tick’, you slide your dress on and slip out the room. 

You return with a towel and a damp cloth, cleaning his cock gently before you pull your dress off again. Climbing back onto the bed, you wrap yourself around him and sigh softly when he curls his body, arms tight, around you and buries his face into your chest.

“You okay?” You say into his hair, he squeezes you.

“Yeah” His voice is rough and broken, you kiss his hair again.

“You did so well, baby boy” You whisper, “also-”

You pull back, pushing him slightly until you’re looking him in the eye.

“-You’re mine now, understood?”

“Yes” He breathes softly, his gaze full of love.

[e-dubbc11]

for the song lyric prompt, I'm presenting you the super classic 'with or without you' with the most incredible obsessive love presence and our fave obsessive man: billy

My dear Selene,

I love this song, it’s one of my favorites! Thank you for sending this one in. My head has been wrapped around writing for Rumlow the past couple of weeks and I’ve missed writing for Billy so I hope you like what I did here

Thank you again!

With or Without You

Photos are not mine. They are courtesy of Pinterest/Google.

Pairing: Billy Russo x F! Reader

Warnings: little bit of angst, fluff

Word Count: 1.3k-ish

Summary: You see a picture of Billy that you’re not very happy with

A/N: This is one of my favorite songs even though I don’t like U2 all that much.

As always, thank you for reading!  I appreciate it so much and comments, reblogs are welcome and encouraged. Don’t be shy to tell me your favorite part. 💕💕 💕

He was so stubborn but you were too.

Billy Russo made you absolutely crazy. No other man frustrated you like he did but you’ve never loved anyone as much as you loved him either which is why seeing that picture of him online kissing another woman shattered your heart.

The ache you felt in your chest was unlike anything you’ve ever felt before. It was betrayal on another level as tears pricked your eyes scrolling through social media and stopping on a grainy picture of Billy’s lips locked on someone else’s other than yours.

It was from the event that you weren’t able to attend with him because you didn’t feel well.

He told you, “Of course it’s alright, sweet girl. Just get some rest, I love you.”

“I love you.”

Those words were hard for him to say at first, he had never said them and meant it until he fell for you. That’s what he told you, so how could he do this to you? Just like it was difficult to give his heart to someone, it was hard for you to give your heart away too.

All of the others had no problem taking and taking from you but in the end you were alone with a feeling of emptiness from the pieces of you they selfishly took with them when they left.

Against your better judgement, his too, you both opened up your souls to each other, leaving your hearts vulnerable to everything you worked so hard to protect.

Sometimes it was so hard to live with him, even though you didn’t physically live WITH him. The long hours, the constant worrying about him, hoping he was alright taking on so many jobs, and the exhaustion plastered all over his face…you’ve never known anyone that worked as hard as he did.

You didn’t want to live without him though. Billy made you crazy, fights with him made you want to rip your hair out, his jealousy sometimes got out of control but yours did too, hence the rage you felt burning inside your body right now.

You wanted to find that woman and tear her limb from limb, break all of her fingers that were holding Billy’s head in place while she kissed him, and make sure she never messes with another woman’s boyfriend again.

Several texts from Billy came through as you continued to stare at the photo, tears stinging your eyes like stars burning against the night sky.

“Please talk to me, sweet girl.”

“I really need to talk to you.”

“I love you, baby…please answer me.”

Newspapers and websites marketed Billy as an “eligible” bachelor, even though he was in a relationship with you. They built him up to be a local celebrity. From humble beginnings to a handsome successful CEO, Billy Russo was the object of every woman’s affection and you knew what you were getting yourself into when you started dating him but you thought you could handle it.

And you could, until now. You didn’t want to break up with him but you couldn’t look at him or talk to him right now, it hurt too much.

Seeing that photo broke you and no matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t bring yourself to leave the house that day. The caption for the photo made you breathless with anger and caused your mouth to tighten.

“Where’s your girlfriend tonight, Billy Russo?”

**********

Dark gray clouds blanketed the early afternoon sky while the autumn winds blew around the sparse branches of the trees down below. You could feel the draft coming into your apartment from the weakened seals in the windows that your landlord said he was going to replace months ago. Thankfully your favorite sweater was keeping you warm as you sat down on the couch to enjoy a cup of hot tea.

Loud raps against your door startled you before you could take your first sip, almost spilling the tea into your lap.

“Baby, open the door please! I know you’re home, you haven’t left the house all day.” He said loudly so you could hear him from the other side of the door.

How does he know that? Was he spying on you?

“I don’t wanna talk to you right now, Billy!” You shouted.

Suddenly, the front door flew open and crashed against the wall. Billy had told you before that your front door should be replaced because of how old it is.

Well, he wasn’t wrong and now it definitely needs to be replaced but you were furious because of how far he took it. Just like the door, he was unhinged. But again, that’s Billy. Always quick to fly off the handle.

“WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?!!!” You yelled. “ARE YOU INSANE?!!”

You stood up and set your tea on the coffee table as Billy walked over to you.

“I’m not leaving until I explain myself, y/n! I know you’re angry, I know you saw the photo but that woman kissed ME, alright?!! Yeah, I had more to drink that I usually do at these things but I was upset that you weren’t with me last night!” He confessed.

You stood there looking at him with a confused look on your face. You had been to a lot of these fundraiser events with Billy, why was he so upset about you not being at this one?

“I wasn’t feeling well, Billy. I said I was sorry and you said it was ok! Go in my room, the dress I wanted to wear is still hanging on the edge of the door, I didn’t do this on purpose!” You exclaimed.

His expression softened and he was visibly upset, but he wasn’t angry.

Billy lowered his voice. “I know you didn’t, I just…had something planned, that’s all. And I pushed her away as soon as her lips touched mine, ask Frankie.”

You could tell Billy felt terrible for what happened and you…believed him.

“She had been following me around all night. I’m so sorry, sweet girl, I’m sorry.” He said softly.

“What did you have planned, Billy?” You said, remembering what he mentioned a minute ago.

He ran his long fingers through is ebony colored hair and brushed his beard as he paced back and forth, looking very nervous about what he was going to say next.

“I was gonna ask you if…if you would move in with me.” He said.

You felt your stomach drop and start to flutter. Your eyes welled up with tears, happy tears this time.

“Billy…I—I” You started to say.

He interrupted you. “I know we’re together most of the time but on nights that we’re not, I don’t like going to bed alone or waking up alone. I don’t like being without you. I love you.”

Billy inched closer to you, close enough to inhale the scent of his cologne and you felt his warm breath on your lashes.

You snaked your arms around his neck and gazed into his deep brown eyes. “I love you too, handsome. You make me absolutely nuts but I’d rather be with you than without you, so my answer is yes.”

Gently scraping your nails against his scalp, you pulled him closer so you could kiss him which he gladly returned. He loved being touched by you, and only you.

“I told you that you needed a new door, that thing was easy to kick in.” He chuckled.

You playfully slapped his shoulder. “You lunatic, I’m gonna get in so much trouble for that! I know I’m gonna be leaving anyway but you owe me a new door, Mr. Russo.”

He kissed you on the forehead. “I’ll get you a new door, baby…I’ll get you whatever you want.”

Through the storm, we reach the shore

You give it all but I want more

And I'm waiting for you

With or without you

With or without you, ah, ah

I can't live

With or without you

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[randomfoggytiger]

I hope it’s not annoying to ask but what are your thoughts on post abduction Mulder in S8 and MSR in S8. I’m rewatching it for the first time in a long while.

Never too annoyed to chat~ :DDDD

My thoughts:

It could have worked really, really well. The brain disease fumbled the bag, took away some of the tragedy, made it gimmicky and cheap. Erasing that-- which I posit was dubious to begin with, probably planted by the Consortium for... reasons-- then it would be about Mulder being given THE TRUTH... and it being too much for him to handle.

Scully forgot her experience, mostly. Scully laid her ghosts to rest and won her battles. Scully forged a new path for herself in Mulder's absence, gaining the respect of Doggett and unwavering loyalty of Skinner. Became even greater by taking up Mulder's mantle, shedding the last shreds of shame from outsiders' judgment.

Mulder returned beaten, battered, and traumatized. Three Words set up that concept beautifully, let it simmer just below the surface for the rest of the episode. Great execution.

Then his temporary distance from Scully wasn't addressed on screen; and his character jumped wildly from the old Mulder to irrational-without-reason Mulder while Scully became really passive or really sneaky. Mulder's trauma was shoved aside, and his irrational, illogical actions then became a matter of his old stubborn self than anything else (why?) Worse, because the most logical excuse for his irrationality wasn't allowed to be explored, the plot devolved into mytharc melodrama. Or Lizard man in a sewer well under the Lizard man's house drama.

The only saving grace of the rest of the season were the character moments separate from the plot: Mulder working out his issues with Reyes and Doggett, Mulder and Skinner, Scully and TLG and Skinner (and Doggett), Mulder and Scully and their baby most of all.

Existence doesn't exist: he and Scully got into his? car, shook Billy Miles off their tail, and went into hiding until their son was born. Mulder already wanted her to quit the files and cases in Alone; and he already had a history of letting Scully off the hook (if she wanted) when the going got tough (Irresistible and Requiem, to name two.) On top of that, Mulder wanted revenge in Three Words but gave it up for safety's sake; Mulder wanted Scully to focus on their coming baby in Alone ("you've"-- meaning we-- "paid your dues" to the files); and Mulder only stormed Galpus in Vienen and the clinics in Essence to save lives or prevent more death with answers. He already got what he believed were his answers from Lizzy Gill-- further, Scully had been taking TAMPERED/REPLACED VITAMINS that could have caused permanent damage to or killed her (their) baby... it would be time to hit the road. Scully and his baby were now the lives he needed to save; and they would have been his paramount priority. On top of that, he already showed signs of withdrawal and more than usual protectiveness, meaning he'd bundle her up, drive off, and not bother to tell Skinner or Doggett or anyone else (except, perhaps, TLG) where they went. LET ALONE allow a man he recently learned to trust (Doggett) to know Scully's location instead of himself. Bonkers.

ANYWAY. Great character moments, honestly-- even prior to Mulder's return-- that were absolutely wasted with the senseless plot.

My blessing and my curse.

Love it and love to hate it. :DDD

[moraloreldeservedbetter]

Little late to the party as always but I'm here for the father's day prompt.

Geez… The fathers of Moral Orel….

First of all, I agree that I want to see Karl's character expanded.  I mean, he's a really bad father, but mostly I want to know why he's a father.  Why did Karl and Kim decide to have Doughy?  Was it an accident and they carried to term, took care of him for a while, then abandoned him because it would lead to less judgment than not keeping the baby would have?  Or did they have Doughy on purpose because it's the logical next step after getting married, and all the cutest couple have a baby because babies are cute, and then they realized that a child was a lifelong commitment and a responsibility they didn't want, so as soon as he was out of that cute baby phase and didn't make them look like an adorable couple with something helpless to nurture, they pushed him to the side?  Karl certainly doesn't like him in the house, so maybe he liked the idea of a baby before he realized a baby demands a lot of attention from its mother and he got jealous and angry and kicked him out as soon as he could?  Idk, but it's a question I would love to see answered.

Another father in the show that I think is super underrated is Sal Figurelli.  He has two kids, his wife ran out on him once, and he's part of the only black family in Moralton.  And yeah, the Figurelli's are the focus of God's Image, but it's not actually about them.  It's a criticism of using religion as an excuse to be racist, which is a good message, but I think it raises more questions than it does answers.  We know Mr. Figurelli is a hard worker and business owner who doesn't let things get to him despite the odds the town throws at him, but we don't know what his relationship is with his children beyond 'they work with him sometimes' and 'Billy trusts him enough to run to him when Susie hits him', but their mom wasn't home when that happened so who knows who he chooses when the opportunity arises.

I also wish we had seen more of Tommy's family in general, especially his dad since his mom was shown much more in "God's Blunders."  They seem to really care about their son, they're just so mired in the dogma of Moralton to actually put that love into action.  And Tommy being so smart and curious makes me wonder if his dad used to bring him home books because he asked for them.  I can really see Tommy's parents getting him the science books he asks for to make him happy, even if they think his IQ is too low to actually understand what he's reading (even though that couldn't be further from the truth).  Idk, I know the Littlers aren't the best parents to Tommy, but given the other parents of Moralton, they actually seem like some of the good ones.  I mean, they could stand to listen to their son more often, because if they did they'd realize just how brilliant he is, but at least they're willing to spend time with him and they do things to protect him when they think he might be a danger to himself.  I demand to know more about Mr. Littler.

Then, there's my obvious curiosity about Art Posabule.  If he's the Bloberta to Christina, I wonder what his brand of neglect entails.  I like to imagine that Art is largely apathetic to his family and would rather lock himself in his study and drink.  The only reason I even think Art spanks Christina the way Clay spanks Orel is because Poppet tells him to and he doesn't care enough to argue about it (my big headcanon about the Posabule household is that Poppet feels that she needs absolute control of her family, from choosing what they wear, to dictating where they go, to even wanting a lock on every door so she can control who can come in/leave rooms, and Art is a huge enabler who never says no to her because he doesn't feel the need to).

Also, Bloberta's dad.  I would say that he seemed like a good parent that was only held back by what an abusive relationship (to what extend, I don't know, but definitely emotionally), but I do think he might actually be playing favorites also.  Maybe it's out of spite; a sort of "my abuser like these children, so I'm going to choose the one she doesn't like as much" but even so, I feel like the roles would be swapped if he were the one in control instead of his wife.  He was a good dad to Bloberta, which is great!  But I feel like if he had his way, then Lunchbox and Modella would have been the miserable ones.  Maybe I'm wrong, and he would have loved them all equally, but it's hard to see, since we only see him after he's already been broken into a nervous wreck who can't even accept love from his own daughter because he's so anxious and traumatized. Kinda wonder if his choose to marry his wife was just as pressured onto him and manipulative as Bloberta was to Clay. It would be interesting because then his beloved, favorite daughter would have turned into the same monster that hurt him so much, and seeing her neglect her kids the way her mother neglected her might actually break his heart, given how much he cared for her. I'll bet he feels really sad and guilty because he couldn't get his wife to treat her better, and then Bloberta wasn't able to break the cycle. I know Bloberta is a grown woman who made those choices on her own, and there's no one to blame for her neglect towards Orel, Shapey, and Block besides herself, but I get the feeling the abuse he went through would make him think it was his fault. I just feel for the guy so much, tbh. His wife is a horrible abuser to him and Bloberta, and given the way she snapped at Modella when she thought she sang off-key, possibly all her children, and he seems to blame himself for not stepping up even though nobody, not even the viewers, knows what she might do if he does step up.

Anyway, this is far too long and SO wordy but I'm very curious about the side families in Moral Orel.  They all seem to have their own problems, so it's interesting to see fathers like Mr. Figurelli and Tommy's dad, who aren't always fantastic but do seem to genuinely love their kids.  It's a shame we didn't get to see most of them as fathers.

(Also as an extremely side note, it would have been interesting if they expanded upon Marionetta's family, since we know she has a baby sister and a dad, but we never saw her mom.  So shout out to Marionetta's dad for being the only other single father in Moralton besides Putty?)

OH MY GOD

YES

FINALLY

god this needs to be explorered more in this fandom!!

[theunknownpoetssociety]

thoughts while listening to hmhas

this is mostly assigning marauder things/ships/people to the songs btw

warning: this contains spoilers for all of the songs so if you want that it's below the cut ;)

SKINNY: "fell in love for the first time, with a friend it's a good sign" okay wolfstar also "twenty-one took a lifetime time, people say I look happy, just because I got skinny" plus size Lily Evans??

favorite line, "twenty-one took a lifetime time, people say I look happy, just because i got skinny"

LUNCH: love this one so much!! it's giving Marlene and flirty her self ;) and as a general song i love this one, it's more upbeat than billie's past songs and i love that.

favorite line, the whole beginning because i can't even pick just one lmao

CHIHRO: (translation: month) this song is just so much fun to vibe and listen to, and that's just amazing lol

favorite line, "I was waitin', in the garden, contemplatin', beg your pardon, but there's a part of me that recognizes you, do you feel it too?"

BIRDS OF A FEATHER: this one is so rosekiller-coded to me. like the you die i die vibe? that's so them! "it might be long but baby I, don't wanna say goodbye" like brooo.

favorite line, "I love you, don't act so surprised"

WILDFLOWER: i've never read ATYD but based on posts i've seen this is a very Grant singing about Remus and Sirius, " 'cause she (Sirius) couldn't be, more different than me, happy and free in leather" like like do you see the vision? and when the prank and Grant and Remus become closer? idk but i think it's cute/sad.

favorite line "but every time you touch me, I just wonder how she felt, Valentines Day, crying in the hotel, I know you didn't mean to hurt me so I kept it to myself""

THE GREATEST: if this song isn't James Fleamont Potter, I don't know what is!! "I'm trying my best to keep you satisfied, let you get your rest, while I stayed up all night, and you don't wanna know how alone I've been" like wtaf?!? "all my love and patience, unappreciated," dudee

favorite line, "you said your heart was jaded, you couldn't even break it, I shouldn't have to say it, you could've been the greatest"

L'AMOUR DE MA VIE: (translation: Love Of My Life) this one is so good! like not much more to say lmao, but i absolutely love the change-up like with the autotune(i think that's what that was, not positive though) i was not expecting that lol. though i do think it might be like a sad/bitter mary or regulus watching jily from the sides. made myself sad with that idea :( lol

favorite line, "but I need to confess I told you a lie, when I said you, you were the love of my life"

THE DINER: this song is so goddamn good (yes i know i've said that for almost every other song, they're all just so good!!) this song is honestly giving the Slytherin Skittles, like the rhythm, vibe, the whole thing except for the end which i kinda see as possessive rosekiller "I saw you in the car with someone else and couldn't sleep, if somethin' happens to him, you can bet that it was me" and i honestly love that for them lol. also if you dial the number at the end of the song you can get a text? (based on a google search/reddit) i haven't gotten it yet but i'll probably update if/when i do

favorite line, "the cops around the corner stopped me when I tried to leave, they told me I was crazy and they knocked me off my feet, they came in through the kitchen lookin' for something discrete"

BITTERSUITE: honestly regulus when he first crushes on james? " 'cause I can't fall in love with you, no matter how bad I want to" and "it's so romanticized, if this is how I die, that's alright" also love the ending, it's really trippy and cool :)

favorite line, "we can be discrete, but I've been overseas, and I've been havin' dreams, l'amour de ma vie"

Blue: all these songs are so amazing i can't get over ittt!!! "you were born reaching for your mother's hands, victim of your father's plans to rule the world, too afraid to step outside, paranoid and petrified of what you've heard, but they could say the same 'bout me" that and "and I could say the same 'bout you, born blameless, grew up famous" is just so Black-family. like Narcissa, Andromeda, Bellatrix, Sirius, and Regulus, this song is about them honestly.

favorite line, "I try to live in black and white, but I'm so blue, I'd like to mean it when I say I'm over you"

[hypocriticaltypwriter]

Idk about you but I would absolutely LOVE to hear some fun facts about Talaney-Anne. Literally whatever you want to share about her, you have my full attention 👀

OMG LAV TYSM ID LOVE TO SHARE SOME FACTS ON OUR GAL!! 🩷🩷

🩷-Talaney-Anne is partially named after her moms county winning dairy cow Anne.

🩷-Talaney dreamt of becoming a Dallas Cowboys Cheerleader since she was six!

🩷-Two of Talaney's Brothers are seniors in highschool and on the basketball team! Her older two brothers are travelling rodeo Cowboys and her big/eldest sister is a forest ranger in Hawkins.

🩷-She used to do pageants and barrel race/ride show ponies from age 8-13. I'm talking the sparkly cowgirl hats and tassled shirts and chaps- everything.

🩷-Talaney and her siblings live with their grandmother in the more... Rural/red-neck part of Hawkins.

🩷-Talaney is embarrassed by it, but she has a country accent! She tries to cover it up a lot but it slips when she gets mad.

🩷-She does not know how to swim! So she has a slight fear of large bodies of water, or at least water she can't touch the surface of.

🩷-BIGGEST crush on Billy Idol. She loves his music.

🩷-She's not really on the skinny/curvy side like her fellow cheer girls. She's a little more toned. Box/apple body type with smaller curves and a slight pudge of her tummy and thighs that she's EXTREMELY self conscious about. [It's kinda weird to point out but I think she's one of the first few of my s/i that I've given my actual body-type.]

🩷-As sweet as she is- Talaney is STUBBORN when she wants to be. And very hard headed. Sometimes it's subtle in her being persistent.. Other times she's just a real pain in the ass.

🩷-Those first few days of getting Max to warm up to her were BRUTAL. This girl was doing everything she could to get the kid to like her/be comfortable around her. She even took her to get their nails and hair done together and Max was NOT a fan LMAO.

🩷-Unfortunately she isn't allowed to use her brother Willy's truck [which is the only truck they siblings have] cause she doesn't have a license... And cuz he treats it like his baby or something. So Talaney unfortunately bikes a lot there and back to school, the store, home, ect.

🩷-Has a bit of a rocky relationship with her older sister Casey due to her sister's strictness and constant pressure. But she's just trying to step in and be a mother figure as best she can.

🩷-Originally from Utah but only till when she was a baby then she moved to Hawkins!

🩷-Her entire wardrobe is every shade of red to pink. And a lot of lace and bows. Her bedroom isn't much different either.

🩷-Surprisingly enough, a pretty big geek! At least when it comes to comic books and Star Wars movies. She knows a little bit about DnD, but only so much from when all her brothers used to play before Brad and Willy went off to Rodeo. Now anytime she tries to say hi or offer snacks or something to her other brothers whilst in the middle of a campaign she's kicked out or a door is slammed on her face.

🩷-Wears curlers to bed!

[naturesapphic]

Lunch

Billie eilish x fem!reader

Warnings: smut, oral, fingering, Dom!billie, sub!reader

“I could eat that girl for lunch

Yeah, she dances on my tongue

Tastes like she might be the one

And I could never get enough

I could buy her so much stuff

It's a craving, not a crush, huh

"Call me when you're there"

Said, "I bought you somethin' rare

And I left it under 'Claire'"

So now, she's comin' up the stairs

So I'm pullin' up a chair

And I'm puttin' up my hair.”

Billie called you to see when you were coming back home and said that she bought you something rare. She knew how much you liked this particular dress that had y/f/c (your favorite color) and wanted to get the dress for you. After she hung up she started cleaning up her room for your arrival. After a few moments, Billie heard you coming up the stairs and pulled a chair out in the bedroom. She sat down on it and started pulling up her hair.

“Baby, I think you were made for me

Somebody write down the recipe

Been tryin' hard not to overeat

You're just so sweet

I'll run a shower for you like you want

Clothеs on the counter for you, try 'em on

If I'm allowеd, I'll help you take 'em off.”

“Hey mamas.” Billie said lowly as she got up for her seat and walked over to you and pulled you against her by your waist. “Hi baby.” You said smiling big at her. You wrapped your arms around her next while her hands went lower and lower until they were on your plump ass. She gave it a gentle squeeze that made you bite your lip. “If you want…I can run a shower for you while I get your stuff ready for you to try on baby….” She said while looking in your eyes. “Sure baby id love that.” You smiles big as you placed a grateful kiss upon her lips.

She kissed you back and pulled away from you and gave your ass a smack. You blushed wildly and gave Billie a shy smile as she had a big smirk plastered on her face. She went into the bathroom and started your shower as you took off your clothes and wrapped a towel around you. Billie came out of the bathroom and her eyes darken at the sight of you with just your towel on. “I’ll be quick baby.” You said walking past her and giving her a quick kiss on her cheek.

You went inside the bathroom to take a quick shower as Billie grabbed your dress and went downstairs with it and put it on the counter for you. After a bit, you came out and dried off while you put on some quick clothes since you will be trying on something that Billie got you. You came down the stairs with Billie on her phone standing next to the counter that laid the dress. You gasped and quickly went over to it and inspected it. “Holy shit! Billie!” You gasped out and hugged her tightly which she giggled it. “I wanted to get only the best for my mamas. Now…would you like me to help you take your clothes off and put the dress on?” She said with a playful smirk on her lips.

You nodded and she slowly started taking off your clothes, telling you how gorgeous and sexy your body was and then put your new dress on. “Billie I love it! I love you…” you said happily and twirled in your new dress, Billie watched you with a love struck look on her face followed by lust. You looked absolutely delicious and she just needed a taste of you.

“I could eat that girl for lunch

Yeah, she dances on my tongue

Tastes like she might be the one

And I could never get enough

I could buy her so much stuff

It's a craving, not a crush, huh

Oh, I just wanna get her off, oh

Oh, Oh, oh, Oh.”

Billie had her fingers deep into your pussy, pounding into you while her lips were attached to your neck. You were whining and squirming as her speed increased. “Fuck mamas…your walls are squeezing around my fingers so tightly…you feel so good.” She whispered in your ear and started nibbling on it as her fingers were knuckle deep into you. You grabbed her shoulders and moaned loudly as you came hard all over fingers and hand.

She slowly pulled her fingers out and looked intensely in your eyes as she popped her fingers in her mouth. She moaned softly and licked her fingers clean. “Go upstairs mama and take some pictures in the mirror and show off your new dress babygirl..” she whispered as she helped you off the counter and guided you upstairs to the bedroom.

“She's takin' pictures in the mirror

Oh my God, her skin's so clear

Tell her, "Bring that over here"

You need a seat? I'll volunteer

Now she's smilin' ear to ear

She's the headlights, I'm the deer.”

Billie was watching you take all sorts of pictures in the mirror and she was growing horny again at the sight of you. Your beautiful clear skin and she started imagining how soft it is. She fixed her cap on her head and licks her lips. “Babygirl, bring that over here.” She said catching your attention. You blushed and walked over to her. “Cmon…I have a seat for you..” billie volunteered for you and pulled you onto her lap. Her hands started roaming your body and took off your new dress and put it on y’all’s bedroom floor.

“I've said it all before, but I'll say it again

I'm interested in more than just bein' your friend

I don't wanna break it, just want it to bend

Do you know how to bend?

I could eat that girl for lunch

She dances on my tongue

I know it's just a hunch.”

You were riding billies face as she was eating you like you were her last meal. Your back was arched and eyes were closed as you were in bliss. Billies tongue was deep inside of you, her tongue feeling every bit of your velvety walls. Her nose was brushing against your clit which made you choke on your moans and make your thighs shake around her head. “Taste so fucking good…you are better than any lunch, dinner, and breakfast.” She moaned into you and you whimpered in response, simply because you were too busy moaning her name and you couldn’t get any words out.

“But she might be the one

I could Eat that girl for lunch

Yeah, she Tastes like she might be the one

I could, I could

Eat that girl for lunch

Yeah, she, Yeah, she

Tastes like she might be the one.”

Not long after, you were cumming hard into her mouth. Billie smiled and drank all of your juices that was flowing out of you. She licked you clean and you got off her face and laid beside her on the bed. “Fuck…I’ll never get enough of your taste. If you’d let me…I could be between your pretty thighs all the time mamas.” She smirked and you giggled as you lightly slapped her arm which made her smile. “I love you mamas…always and forever. You are the one for me.” She gushed out which made your smile even bigger. “I love you most Billie.” You said and you laid your head on her plush chest and fell asleep in her strong arms.

A/n: 1,325 words hehe. I hope y’all enjoyed ;) sorry this was kinda rushed but I wanted to get something out today. Remember to stay hydrated and to rest. I love y’all!

[lanawinters-ily]

The Arms of The Angels

The stressors of life take over, and you try to cope alone. But, your girlfriends aren't having any of that. How do they make you feel better?

Pairing: Billie Dean Howard x Cordelia Goode x Reader

Word Count: 2000

Warnings: mentions of struggling with mental health

Happy Birthday my sweet @oh-mydarling I love you <3

“I’m worried about her.”

Billie Dean Howard put down her phone (from which she was reading about the latest Kardashian drama) and turned to her girlfriend who had just entered their room.

“Worried about whom, darling?”

Cordelia Goode sighed deeply and flopped onto the bed beside Billie. She began to massage her temples with firm fingers, a tell that she was stressed.

“Our girlfriend, Billie Dean.”

Billie raised a perfectly shaped eyebrow at Delia, knowing how much the woman fretted over little things. Most of the time Cordelia could be found stressing out work, her girls, or even news events that had absolutely nothing to do with her.

Once, you had to talk her down from a breakdown over bad weather where Madison and Zoe were holidaying, because she wanted them to have a good time. Every minor inconvenience seemed to send the Supreme into a state, and had so ever since she was a child.

Though this time, she was quite valid in her concern.

“What is it sweetpea?” Billie Dean said gently, taking Delia’s hands away from her temples and holding them in her own.

“She’s not well, and I’m worried she’s going to spiral again.” Cordelia sighed.

“Why baby?”

“She’s going that avoidance thing again, you know, the one she does when she’s starting to struggle.”

Indeed, Billie Dean did know.

Whenever your mental health started to decline, you would separate yourself from the people in your life who you care about. Your excuse would be that you ‘didn’t want to burden them’ but really, it was so you could suffer more in b your own company.

Billie and Delia had dealt with this once before, when you had been only working at the Coven (as Cordelia’s assistant, of course) for 2 months.

Both women had taken interest in you and you had begun joining them for lunch every day. Until one day you ended this tradition, went quiet, and then eventually stopped coming to work altogether.

If it wasn’t for Delia’s concern and Billie’s intrigue (and slight annoyance), they never would have seen you again.

To be honest, you weren’t sure how you would have made it out of that never-ending spiral.

This was why Cordelia was so anxious, because it is almost impossible to tell when you are struggling until you are too far gone.

“Alright love.” Billie said, pulling Delia into her and stroking her back. “Let’s talk to her tonight, together.”

Cordelia nodded and tucked her head into the crook of Billie’s neck, breathing in her calming scent of vanilla and freesias.

She felt so grateful to have two girlfriends who listened and validated her worries.

That was what was so beautiful about the love the three of you shared. It was all equal - respect, support and adoration.

Now, it was their time to lift you up.

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Time seemed to hold no meaning to you anymore. The hours, days, weeks all merged into one continuous blur.

The stress had taken a physical hold on you, butterflies stampeding within your stomach and a permanent thrumming settling over your head.

You couldn’t even remember the last time you relaxed your shoulders, or took a deep breath.

It was all because of a job interview. Not just any old job, your dream job, the sort of career you dreamed about since childhood. The idea of the interview looming on the horizon, determining all your future, was too much pressure for you to handle.

You knew that avoidance as a coping mechanism was unhealthy and unnecessary, but it was comforting. If no one found out that you failed, it wouldn’t exist. You could go on with your life and pretend that nothing had ever happened.

Except you hadn’t failed, yet.

The interview was tomorrow, and you were running on no sleep or much food. But most of all, you missed your girlfriends.

“Sweetpea?”

The voice, however gentle and soft, made you jump. You were so caught up in your mind and your isolation that you hadn’t expected anyone there.

“I’m so sorry sweet girl, I didn’t mean to scare you.” Cordelia apologised, taking a step towards you carefully.

You had taken over a tiny room in the east wing of Robichaux, turning it into a makeshift office so you could cram for this interview.

For the last week, you had basically not left the room except for late at night. Even when it was time for bed you couldn’t switch off, laying in between your sleeping partners with eyes wide, thinking of the worst.

“It’s okay Delia.” You spoke roughly.

Cordelia took a deep breath and slightly clenched her fists.

Oh no, an intervention.

“Sweetpea. My love.” Delia said softly. “We’re so worried about you.”

And that was all it took. One show of care, of love, and you burst into tears.

It was as if the weight had been released from your chest, the pressure of having to hold up the stress on your own.

“My baby love.” Cordelia shushed rushing over and grasping your cheeks with careful hands.

Without words, she ran her fingers over your tears. The Supreme didn’t have healing powers, but the care that she brushed your cheeks with felt more soothing than any spell.

The love in her eyes could cure all the ailments in the world.

“Come with me, sweetpea. We’ll take care of you.”

Despite your anxiety, you complied. You would follow her anywhere she asked, and do whatever she wanted.

Walking up the stairs tucked under Cordelia’s arm like a wounded child felt humbling, yet relieving. You hadn’t actually realised how bad things had gotten so quickly.

Suddenly you felt exhausted beyond belief, and every muscle in your body groaned.

Your legs buckled beneath you, but luckily you had reached the top of the stairs. With no energy left to walk even a step, you fell into Billie Dean Howard’s arms.

She led you to your bed, and the three of you sat, intertwined.

“What’s going on, baby?” Billie whispered, hands combing through your hair.

Instead of answering, you took a shuddering breath. You were so overwhelmed, yet still held on to that tiny semblance of control that was left.

“You can talk to us sweet girl. Take a deep breath, you’re safe.”

Summoning all the will you had left, you took an inhale through your nose, and let out a shaky breath through your mouth. Instantly, you felt a little tension release.

After a few deep breaths, you turned to your girls and sighed.

“I’m sorry for doing the avoidance thing again. I know I promised to come to you when things are too much, but I’m still learning.” You sniffed.

Cordelia kissed your temple, and Billie smiled sadly, nodding to encourage you to continue.

“I’ve got an interview tomorrow, and it means the world to me. I’m terrified that I won’t get the job and I’m scared I’m failing you and I’m a burden and-“

“Sh honey, sh. Keep breathing.” Billie guided your head into her chest to feel her heartbeat.

“Listen to me sweetpea. Never ever will you be a burden to us, or fail us, or disappoint us in any way. You’re our little angel, and everything you do is a blessing to us.” Cordelia gently spoke.

“You’ve got this babygirl.” Billie said with conviction. “But even if you don’t get the job, there’s other ways of doing what you love.”

“And we will be here, by your side, whatever you do.” Cordelia finished.

Unconditional love was not something you were used to, and it choked you up every time that your partners showed you support.

“I love you both so much.”

“You’re safe sweetheart. We love you.”

This was repeated until you fell asleep, tucked in between the women that you adored the most. Soothed with loving kisses and a newfound hope in your heart, you slept better than you had in a while.

Everything was possible here. Everything was possible in the arms of your guardian angels.

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Never in your life had you had such a positive interview.

You went in feeling empowered, not just because of your preparation, but also from words of encouragement that your girlfriends provided as they dropped you off.

Knowing that they were both waiting outside, there for you whatever the outcome, was a game-changer. With the tension and the pressure fully released, you were able to enjoy the interview and to talk about what you were passionate about.

Even though the interviewers weren’t planning on doing so, they offered you the job on the spot.

So, practically skipping out of the building, you decided that this was the happiest you had ever felt.

Two beautiful girlfriends and a new job. Could things get any better?

(Yes, they could! But more on that later)

“Baby! How was it?”

“How are you feeling love?”

Both your girlfriends spoke in unison as you entered the car, anxious to hear how you had done.

You fake-pouted, making a sad face.

“Honey, I’m so sorry you-“ Delia started.

Billie Dean bursted into laughter at how gullible Cordelia could be.

“Sweetheart, she’s clearly joking! So, does this mean it went well?”

“Better than well! They offered me the job!” You beamed.

Your girls screamed and practically tackled you into the backseat, squashing you with hugs and smothering you with kisses.

“Woah woah woah,” you said cheekily. “Save that for later ladies, we’re in a busy car park!”

“Idiot!” Billie Dean exclaimed, slapping you fondly on the shoulder.

“We’re so proud of you sweet girl.” Delia spoke, giving you a gentle kiss.

“And we’ve got a surprise for you, waiting at home.”

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One of the surprises turned out to be a long, luxurious bubble bath with both of your girlfriends.

Your tub was practically the size of a jacuzzi, so there was plenty of room for the three of you. Big soapy suds filled the room, as well as the comforting smell of Billie Dean’s vanilla body wash, and Cordelia’s lavender diffuser.

It smelt like home.

You laid back on Billie Dean, whilst Cordelia sat with your legs in her lap, lightly massaging the skin.

Billie placed kisses from your hairline, down to the bottom of your neck, whispering affirmations of love and adoration as she went.

When you all got out, you all dressed in pyjamas, and settled to watch your favourite movie, with your favourite dinner and snacks, of course.

“We’re going to take you on a picnic in that tulip field tomorrow, sweetpea.” Delia spoke.

“I’ve already got your favourite books packed, my darling!” said Billie.

“Thank you my angels. Today has been perfect.” You sighed happily.

“Not so fast sweet girl. We have one last surprise for you.”

“Yes love, close those pretty eyes for a second.”

You complied, wondering what they could possibly be scheming about now.

“Okay!”

“3”

“2”

“1”

“Open!”

You opened your eyes as something warm and squirming was placed into your lap.

Squinting at the light, you peered closer.

It couldn’t be?

A little black kitten!

“Oh my Myrtle!” You shouted, exited beyond belief.

“It’s a girl!” Billie smiled.

“She’s so beautiful.” You choked out tearfully.

This furry baby was the perfect completion to your little family.

“We knew you wanted a cat for a while sweetpea, and we found this tiny girl in the greenhouse last week with a poorly foot. Misty has fixed her up, and she’s all yours!” Delia spoke.

“What are you going to name her, baby?” Billie Dean questioned

“Hm…I know!” You said.

“I’m going to call her Bean.”

And so, Bean Stevie Howard-Goode (Misty insisted on picking the kitten’s middle name, of course) became the newest member of the coven.

Not a day went by when you didn’t lean on your girls again. Times could be rough at points, but you all got through it together, as a unit.

As a family. Forevermore.

[ryttu3k]

Thoughts on Doctor Who - Rogue, which is largely theorising on who the character is! (Yes, yes, I'm a truther for that theory.)

So we got: 1) Kylie and Lady Gaga (and Billie Eilish which I didn't recognise), 2) Dungeons and Dragons (roll for initiative), 3) Libertango!, 4) Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory, 5) cosplay, 6) Bridgerton (which, not my thing but pretty important overall), 7) a Shalka reference?? and 8) gay longing.

Oh yeah we're back.

Shades of the Family of Blood with the Doctor wanting revenge for Ruby's apparent death. Dude trapping someone for centuries in an empty barren dimension is worse. That's worse, right? Doctor, babe, you see how this is worse, right?

Love the foreshadowing with Ruby's earrings.

Rogue mentions a new boss and paperwork. I wonder if this is the same new boss that Beep the Meep mentions?

Spent the entire episode trying to work out why the Duchess looked familiar. Took me until the credits to see it was Indira Varma. Welcome back, Suzie Costello!

Who is Rogue?

Fuck it I'm a Master!Rogue truther. The evidence, as I see it:

The name. The Rogue seems quite appropriate for a notorious renegade!

lbr setting up an intrigue involving cosplaying bird aliens for Doctor Enrichment 100% feels like a Master thing to do.

The Kylie. The Master is a Known Pop Music Enjoyer (see: Rogue Traders, Scissor Sisters). Also 'Can't Get You Out Of My Head' is hilariously on the nose for the Master's… everything.

The ship, complete with TARDIS-esque central column and also being a mess.

He lost someone. The ship was made for more than one, and he lost someone.

The Master, gaming, and crit fails.

The TARDIS got grumbly. She, of course, has a history with the Master.

Rogue has to be a time traveller instead of just a human-looking alien from the same time period because. D&D and Kylie weren't around in 1813.

The ring! The ring! Come on!

Arguing across the stars.

So apparently it wasn't just Libertango they were dancing to. At least one site makes mention of the fact that given the rest of the contemporary music in the episode, it was most likely the 1981 Grace Jones song that heavily makes use of Libertango - called I've Seen That Face Before.

Okay so one major thing against him being the Master - more or less sacrificing himself to save Ruby. And that's where I keep coming back to the ring. What if it's something like a chameleon arch? It literally wouldn't be the first time an arched Master became generally more altruistic and caring, it happened in his first story back. Which was, needless to say, written by RTD! (I realise this one was not but he's still showrunner and lbr if he told me, "Hey, do you want to write a Doctor Who episode that references D&D, cosplay, and the return of the Master?" I'd be jumping up and down saying, "UM, YES?" at quite a volume.)

Not necessarily the Master specifically, but 'the one who waits' could be an apt description for someone whose last words to the Doctor were, "Find me."

Like yes there are 100% Jack vibes but also. Look. Look…

Continuity

Another Susan Twist appearance, this time in painting form. We'll be getting the payoff for that next week, looks like!

Ruby mentions some of her past, including the snow, which feels like a significant thing to mention.

Absolutely playing with the stories are real theme here, with cosplayers taking things entirely too seriously, and Rogue's entire Thing being based on D&D.

Season ranking

As of s40e06:

73 Yards

Rogue

The Devil's Chord

Dot and Bubble

The Church on Ruby Road

Space Babies

Boom

[kaylinlmao]

TBP boys on your birthday (poly, not yandere, not a hc either pls)

Billy Showalter

Birthday with his extroverted girlfriend

He would be the absolute best birthday planner. He'd plan a surprise party for you and trust me, he would be the master at keeping you distracted. He'd get you only the best gifts, decorations and cakes. Yeah, cakes. Plural. He'd probably get you like 3 cakes for absolutely no reason at all except for he couldn't decide on which design and flavor he thought you'd like the most. He's the one singing happy birthday the loudest and giving you so many hugs, kisses, and soft touches throughout the day. Even though he does that everyday. He's so in love with you.

Robin Arellano

Birthday with his introverted girlfriend

He wouldn't be the best birthday party planner but he sure can plan a party. Like a real one. Like, a partay! He'd make it super crazy. He'd get everyone he knows to come and get everything set up. He'd get a disco ball, a DJ, only the best for his princesa. Now, if you were an introvert, he'd respect your wishes if you didn't want a huge party with lots of people. If you only want a small party with just a couple of close friends of yours, he'll make it happen. If you want to spend your birthday with just the two of you, he'll make it happen. He loves his princesa. Whatever she wants, she gets.

Vance Hopper

Birthday with his bookworm girlfriend

Now, I don't think he'd be as much of a party planner guy as he would a gift guy. He'd have your mom or your best friend plan a party for you and he'd take you out places all day long. You guys would never sit still for long. He'd take you to an arcade, restaurants, a concert of your favorite singer. If you're more bookish and introverted, he'd take you to book stores and coffee shops. To library's and anything else you enjoyed doing. Even if it wasn't exactly his scene, he'd still do it just to see you smile. He loves his (Y/N) more than anything and anyone else in the world. Including pinball. Which, in my opinion, is saying a lot.

Bruce Yamada

Birthday with his artsy girlfriend

He would have a party with you and anyone else you invited early in the morning so that he could spend the whole day with you. After your party, he'll take you out to lunch. Then, he'll take you to an art studio so you could have a couple hours of peace and quiet away from everyone else. He'll just sit in the corner quietly and flip through his baseball magazines. Once you're done, he'll take you up to the mountains in Denver so you can paint the scenery. The whole time, he'll just admire you and think about how lucky he is to have you as his darling.

Finney Blake

Birthday with his quiet, shy, artsy, bookish girlfriend (I ran out of ideas 😭)

He would respect your wishes when you told him that you didn't want a party at all and that all you wanted was to spend the day with your loving, handsome boyfriend. He was super sweet. He took you to your favorite bookstore and bought you so many books. He took you to an art store to get some of the highest quality paints. He'd then walk with you up on the hill above the town. He'd stargaze and talk with you all night. He loves his baby so much.

Hope y'all like! Love y'all! :) -Kaylin