𝒷𝒶𝒷𝓎𝒹ℴ𝓁𝓁

𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝓅𝓊𝓇ℯ𝓈𝓉 𝒶𝓃𝑔ℯ𝓁, 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝓂ℴ𝓈𝓉 𝒻𝒾𝓁𝓉𝒽𝒾ℯ𝓈𝓉 𝓉𝒽ℴ𝓊𝑔𝒽𝓉𝓈.

[billsbabydoll]

welcome to my blog

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･reintroduction since my other one was disgusting⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

about the writer: -call me jess, she/her, intj, trilingual! fav artists: -tokio hotel, lana del rey, 2hollis, rommulas, underscores, jane remover! i love: -fashion, supermodels, 2000s-2010s pop culture, photography, drawing, girl-bloggers, pinterest, underground!

what i will/will not:

will write: -smut, fluff, angst, one-shots, imagines, age-gaps (all ABOVE 18+), daddy/mommy kinks, dom!**** + sub!reader, dom!reader + sub!****pairings, consensual ONLY, bdsm topics like (bondage, biting, nipple play, face sitting, hair pulling, degradation, orgasm denial, spanking)!

will not write: -r@pe fantasies, p*ss/p**p/thr0w up fetishizes, ped0philia, inc3st, non-consensual, ANY unusual or disturbing kinks!

will not condone: -racism, bullying, self-h@rm, e-disorders, (if your account does indeed contain any of these topics, please do not interact since they can be triggering/offensive to others)!

extra info:

-my inbox is always open to ideas, suggestions, feedback! -i ask that none of you copy, plagiarize, or steal my work (if you do take inspiration, atleast give me recognition)! -my stories are intended for a specific audience (the girls who get it) with that being said if you don’t; have anything nice to say or genuinely dislike my content…. PLEASE DO NOT INTERACT!!!

that’s all for now, see you soon angels…

hugs and kisses, 𝒷𝒾𝓁𝓁𝓈𝒷𝒶𝒷𝓎𝒹ℴ𝓁𝓁!

[billsbabydoll]

۶ৎ 𝘪 𝘰𝘸𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘦𝘺𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴

cw: sfw list of headcannons, implications of a long distance relationship.

an: i worked on this while listening to crush by ethel cain on loop, pls tell me you see the references lol.

cowboy!roman who teaches you how to ride a horse, taking his time to accurately explain every aspect to you down to the saddle. after finally getting you up on the horse he rides his horse along with you, calling you a fast learner, his eyes filled with admiration.

cowboy!roman who drives more than 3 hours away from his scenic land just to spend atleast 15 minutes with his beloved. he’s quick to assure you, your kisses are worth every single second of those few grueling hours.

cowboy!roman who smells like leather, notes of musk, and strong marlboro reds after a long day of working on his typical ranch duties.

cowboy!roman who rises up before the sun does, going out to his garden and chicken coop to collect ingredients to prepare you a delicious breakfast. he makes sure to pick out your favorites, so then he can catch your gorgeous smile—your grin worth more than he could ever describe.

cowboy!roman who stitched your name into his hat, claiming it’s a way to keep a little piece of you near even if you two are miles apart.

cowboy!roman who snugs you into his arms when he finally sees you after two antagonizing long weeks. during the drive back to his place, he comments how you some how got prettier since he last saw you, noting everything last detail of your outfit.

cowboy!roman who sends you hourly photos/videos of himself either horse riding through the grass, flowers that recall him of your beauty, or the sunshine looming over the grand trees.

cowboy!roman who begs for one your massages any chance he gets. he likes tucking his head into your lap, while you massage his neck and shoulders, soft groans escaping his lips as he feels your fingers delicately kneading his tense skin.

cowboy!roman who keeps various polaroids of you in his work truck, placing the ones of you and him on his dashboard, though concealing the ones of your bare body into the pockets of his wallet—always struggling to hide the obvious tent growing in his jeans when he catches a glimpse of them.

cowboy!roman who has a weak spot for fragile animals, he usually spends weeks nursing a couple kittens and bunnies back to health before he just gives into their sweetness, growing too attached to let them go.

cowboy!roman who strums his guitar near the campfire, free-styling verses about how you are his one and only girl.

cowboy!roman who drags you with him to his favorite fence post every evening to watch the sun turn into the night sky. he holds you from behind as you lean against the fence—his lips brushing around the outer edges of your cheeks, hushed i love you’s breezing through the gushes of wind.

[billsbabydoll]

✶⋆.˚ 𝘩𝘪𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴

cw: cheesy best friends to lovers trope, very little angst.

an: this came to me last night in a dream, and i had to share it w you guys lol.

the warm summer breeze tumbles through the trees, the sunlight blurring your vision, the scent of delicious tangerines and your best friend’s cigarettes filling your mind completely. roman took it upon himself to plan this special park trip a couple days ago, a picnic in celebration of your birthday—he brought you an assortment of presents, your favorite lunch, and even a cake he decorated himself.

now, you two are laying side by side in the grass, his arm slinging around your dainty shoulders. “the weather is perfect today.” you commented, earning you a soft smile from roman, his grasp on you tightening. “perfect weather, for the most perfect girl.” he replied, roman’s head turning to face you, then bringing his hand to tuck your hair behind your ear. you couldn’t help but to return the same gesture, but your hand remained cupping his cheek. he indicates that as an entrance to pull you in closer—so close his stagnant heart beat drums into your ear.

“you look beautiful today y/n, that dress was definitely made for you.” roman whispered, then kissed the top of your hairline.

as just best friends, you always were tight knitted, clinging to each others side but this felt entirely different. he almost never complimented you, it was either a backhanded joke or a rare occasion where he wanted to make you question the premise of your relationship. this was one those moments where you were questioning everything. why was he doing this? why was he being this sweet? why?

you suddenly sat up, roman’s expression confused as he mirrored your position. you stared at him, the sunset behind him creating an orange aura around his entirety—he awkwardly ruffled his hair, leaves falling into his lap. you chuckled lightly, before pausing to meet his gaze again. “what’s with you today, sumthin’ on your mind?” he asked. “i could ask you the same thing, i get it’s my birthday but you’re being super outta’ character.” you mumbled back, causing him to dramatically point at himself and look around then cackle at you. “i can’t just be nice to my bestest of friends? cmon, y’know it’s not like that.” he huffed a certain annoyance in his tone.

this takes you all way back. “not like what?” you demanded, crossing your arms around your chest. “i-it came out wrong, just know even if i wanted it to be that way, we can’t be more than friends got it?” roman confessed words spewing out—those words hit you like a brick, if we can only be ‘friends’ then why play with your emotions like that? it doesn’t make sense, this has to be some kind of his sick jokes. “even if you wanted it to be?” you quoted. “then why do all of this shit in the first place, doesn’t that actually make it harder for it not to be like that?—”

roman interrupts you, bringing your face to his—lips colliding with one another’s for a split second before gently releasing his hands from your jaw. the pair of you sit still processing what just happened. roman’s face is riddled with regret but a hint of accomplishment, yours stunned and speechless.

“look y/n, y’know you and our friendship means the world to me, a-and i’m sorry if i can be an asshole to you sometimes. still behind all allat’, is fear of finally saying what i mean, and been needing to tell you.” roman declared, his hand finding its way into yours. “i like you, but not in a friend way. more like an i like you, and i think im in love with you too kinda way. every second i spend with you by side, i wish i had the honor of calling you mine instead of my best friend.”

here it was officially confirmed—those endless nights you spent wondering if your delusionals were just delusions, if those stolen glances were just stolen glances, all now confirmed as quite the opposite. you grinned widely, before tackling him down into the grass. both of your laughter blaring through the humid atmosphere, his hands clinging to your small waist. “eres perfecta mi princesa.” (you are perfect my princess) he gushed, kissing you again.

[billsbabydoll]

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘳! 2.2

cw: sfw pt.2 of my previous head canon blurb.

an: i’m so glad u guys enjoyed the first part hugs and kisses <33

buzzzz the bell rings, finally it was time for physics class—roman had been achingly counting down the hours, minutes and seconds until class. it’s all he could think about when you agreed to be his partner last thursday. he hurriedly packed his stuff up in his backpack, before bolting out the classroom into the hallway, finding you taking your usual route towards mr.kay’s class.

“h-hey hold up.” you heard from behind, swiftly moving to see roman desperately shuffling his way through bodies to walk next to you. you glanced at him, smiling delicately, and returned the hello. the walk to the door is quiet and awkward, but you pay it no mind for now. you follow roman to his seat, placing your purse down at the table then taking a seat besides him. the sounds of other students piling in making a chance to small talk, impossible. “settle down settle down!” mr.kay interrupted, silencing the entire group. he began rambling about the project, to which everyone just tuned out continuing their own conversations bringing your attention back to roman.

you tap your heels against each other, eyes scanning around the room before landing on roman’s sketch book poking out of his backpack. “do you draw?” you questioned, roman’s hands quickly tucking the object further down out of sight. “uhh, no no it’s just my notebook for ceramics..” he shrugged, adding a nervous chuckle to his sentence. “since when did you need a notebook for ceramics, i thought it was just clay?” you replied sarcastically, a grin tugging at the corners of your lips. “well that’s like saying, you don’t have to take notes for english. isn’t it just reading huh partner?” roman coyly adds, matching your cocky sarcasm.

you laugh, causing him to laugh as well. he proceeds to take out his laptop out, suggesting you two should now actually work on the project—and of course you obliged. you scoot your chair closer to him, fixing your skirt before taking a seat again, knees now quietly brushing against each other’s. you both immediately notices this sudden touch, but roman brushed it off for his own sake of not completely embarrassing himself again. he pulled up the google classroom, opening the project slideshow.

the pair of you two begin chatting about ideas, but beyond previous nerves, the conversation surprisingly flowed easily. roman would frequently slip in stupid jokes easy to make you giggle, he was careful to not interrupt you, and validated your thoughts about the project without making you feel like a total idiot. roman was way sweeter than his scary outer layer.

“hmm, do you just want me to do all the researching and you make the poster?” he offers, head turning to met your face, but you’re already looking at him. his eyes widened, head shifting back to the laptop screen again. you read through his shy demeanor, deciding to impulsively make a devious offer of your own—“orrrr..” you dragged. “do you wanna meet up sometime afterschool to work on the poster together?” his face lightens up at your suggestion, pushing him look at you once more with a soft smile—his index finger finding the hem of the end of your skirt. “yeah i’m down.” you gaze down at his finger, cheeks now covered in your natural blush.

he notes the tint of blush on your cheeks, using this as ammunition to tease you back. “wanna do it tonight orrr..” he dragged out exceptionally long. “next tuesday?” buzzzz the bell rings. you both look up to the sound before fumbling to glance back at each other again. you lean forward to him, your voice just above a whisper—“today, after school meet me in the parking lot, deal?” he too leans forward, breath washing against your skin, “deal.”

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[billsbabydoll]

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘳!

cw: sfw small blurb of roman being obsessed with you.

an:took inspo from holliscafe full credits to them for this idea, ily!

loser!roman who draws you perfectly in his sketch book—articulating your every feature down to every freckle placement. he has various collages, of you sitting at a desk taking notes, twirling your hair, or with your headphones on.

loser!roman who memorized your class schedule and “coincidentally” always seems to be just a couple inches behind you during passing period. watching as you confidently strut through the hallways, waved at your friends, your heels clicking with every step.

loser!roman who instead of taking notes, writes small entries about you during class in his journal—he details what you’re wearing that day, or how you’d quietly click your pen, and how you look soo pretty today with your hair messily tossed into a ponytail.

loser!roman who fantasizes daily about finally speaking to you. he spends at least half of the day, reciting the words he’d say to you, or how’d he approach you. though eventually he realizes he’ll never bring himself to do it, or even build up enough courage to utter a single “hello” to you.

loser!roman who seethes with jealousy when he catches you flirting with a stupid football player. roman very well knows that mutt doesn’t deserve you, he doesn’t even care about you, or know you compared to the way roman completely dedicates himself to you.

loser!roman who you occasionally catch staring at you from across the classroom, to which he quickly switches his attention to the white board—miserably pretending to listen to the teacher, notably embarrassed that you caught him.

loser!roman who only listens to the spotify playlist he made with love songs he associates with you. he often loses himself in a day dream, thinking about one day kissing and holding you to these same songs.

loser!roman who stalks your reposts, soon taking interest in your new music or style discovery. finding himself also influenced by your unique inspos.

loser!roman who finally pushes himself to come up to you. he shyly makes way to you alone at your locker, and softly taps you on the shoulder causing you to immediately turn around. you’re met with the familiar sight of his long hair, his hands full with his textbook and binder, his eyes half lidded and piercing with nerves. he opens his mouth to speak, but pauses before nervously looking away, then back at you.

loser!roman who apologizes profusely before then asking if you’ve chosen a partner for the upcoming physics project, to which you replied with an awkward no. he abruptly replied, almost in a pledging tone to be your partner. your lips curled into a soft grin, creating a hint of blush appear across his face. you agreed and offered to sit next to him in future classes to work on the project.

loser!roman who eagerly smiles back, oozing with victory, he knew you were too kind to refuse—nodded and excused himself away to his ceramics class. cheekily uttering “cya later, partner.”

[billsbabydoll]

“british FAWKING airways.” ouu shii😭👀👀😭

[billsbabydoll]

porn with zero plot (written in his pov)

ugh

what an exhausting day at work finally i’m home—to her. i make my way inside, kicking my boots off by the door, tossing my keys onto the counter. i hurriedly make my way into our bedroom, finding you there. bare, wrapped perfectly in the sheets, your hair tossed in the pillows. i waltzed towards you standing at your bedside, beginning to tap your skin softly.

“baby, i’m home.”

to which you only let out a single gentle sigh, making me melt instantly. i bring my hand to your head, smoothly moving your hair out of your face, causing you to lightly twitch in your sleep. i lowly chuckled, before moving into the bathroom to run myself a quick shower. i return clean, and finally lay beside you in bed. my hands quickly find themselves around your snug waist—my head tucked into your neck. i take in your scent, god do you always smell this good?

i tightened my grasp on you, earning me a quiet whine from your lips. suddenly your scent not being the only thing making my stomach turn. i take your whine as an encouragement to kiss your neck, a few kisses rapidly creating a tent in my boxers. i continue kissing your neck, but my left hand now toying with my desperate length. just the thought of your mouth around it making me salivate.

i pull my boxers down a bit, my cock urgently springing out, beads of precum plastering on your back side. i move back a bit, giving myself the right angle. i tease my tip against your opening, my breath staggering at the sensation. fuckk i need you. i slowly push myself in, thrusting every inch in oh so slowly.

“m’gonna fuck this pussy soo good.”

i thrust into your walls at a needy pace, your ass following along matching the same rhythm—quickly i adjust my hands to cup your ass as leverage to fill you in deeper. i toss my head back, my head crashing against the pillows. i chant utter disgusting words as i use your gummy cunt, i drill my cock into you harder and harder. then it happens. “w-what are you doing?” i hear you silently moan.

“shh..just let me use you.”

you give in instantly, sleepily arching your back for me like a needy whore. i knew you would. i continued fucking you, now accompanied by your delicious sounds—you try turning your head to kiss me but fail miserably, too overwhelmed with my cock inside you. i want this moment to last forever, but i feel my orgasm reaching near. i pull you closer, hands both tightly around your tender neck, squeezing you pink. i thrust my cock desperately, chasing my own selfish pleasure.

“m’gonna fill you the fuck up.”

you cry, begging for mercy but it’s too late. i let out a dragged out grunt, my thrusts slowing down as i paint your walls with my sticky load. i gasp, as i pull out, cock twitching from the impact—cum dripping out you.

aren’t you just the best thing to do after a long day at work?

[billsbabydoll]

Please please please clingy tom headcannons🙏🙏

𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚ at first he was cold, nonchalant, careless, but as the months passed and the relationship grew serious. his hidden clinginess bursted out unexpectedly, the gifts only got more lucrative, the cliche gestures became more frequent, the love sounding profoundly louder.

𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚ in the beginning of your relationship, he was very cautious of bringing you to any press events because of how crazy the fans can be but, now he makes sure your at every single one. he makes sure to always walk the carpet with your hand in his, his eyes only on you.

𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚ unlike his brother, he isn’t shy about talking about his lover. during interviews he always manages to bring you up, the interviewer could be asking an upcoming tour and he just starts talking about how much he can’t wait to be home with you.

𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚ tom keeps a folded up picture of you with him at all times, he calls it his “good luck charm” and a way to keep you by his side even when your not near.

𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚ he’s very touchy, hands on you at all times. whether it’s his hand resting on your waist, a hand on your thigh, fingers playing with the hems of your clothes. he loves touching and feeling every part of you.

𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚ during tour he’s literally miserable, he’ll never admit it but he once cried from how much he missed you. he thinks of you constantly, calls you before and after a show, and sends you flowers atleast twice a day.

𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚ when you two are together after not seeing each other for a while, you are not leaving his sight not even for a single second. he’s all over you like a needy puppy, begging for every ounce of your attention.

𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚ tom quite literally craves you. if he’s gone an hour without feeling your body on his, or being within your beautiful presence, he’s like a drug addict feining for his next fix of you.

𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚ during paparazzi moments, he always kisses you, turns to smile at you, or kisses your cheeks.

𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚ he never addresses you by your name, it’s always “baby”, “schatz”, “prinzessin”, or whatever he’s feeling. you’ve grown accustomed to only responding to his sweet names.

𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚ you are his safe place, tom tells you everything and anything, most things he wouldn’t tell a soul. he usually struggles opening up but with you it came easily.

(requests are open, send away and ill make sure to get them out to you shortly!)

[billsbabydoll]

⊹₊⟡⋆ porn with literally no plot. (written from his pov)

i pull her panties down her legs in a swift motion, tossing them into the pile of the rest of her clothes.. her bare pussy now fully on display— it glistens in the light, dripping with her wetness, tender with impatience. “please baby.” she whines pathetically, particularly begging for even just a little touch.

i spread her legs once more before adjusting myself in between her thighs, plopping her legs over my shoulders. now face to face with the exact thing i’ve been needing, wanting, craving, to taste and devour. i lean in, giving her folds a long stripe up her pussy, the flavor is better than i could’ve ever imagined, one so rich and sweet.

“mmh”, she sighs softly. causing me to start runting my hips against the mattress, god how i wish to be inside her right now.

i continue lapping my tongue up and down her cunt, her sweetness collecting like honey in my mouth. i begin building a steady enough rhythm that has her fingertips tangling their way into my hair, grip tightening with everyone of my licks. “doin’ soo good for me, hun.” i hum lowly, sending delicious vibrations straight to her core.

i gave her clit a harsh suck, strong enough to make a loud wet squelch sound, then i gently shook my head, the pleasurable sensation causing her to toss herself back against the pillows with a helpless cry. she tugged on my hair even tighter, pulling it harder than ever before.

she thrusted her hips hungrily against my face, “t-that’s it baby, fuck your pretty pussy on my face..” i praised.

“mmkeep doing that, please," she moaned and i instantly complied, continuing my devotion on her clit while placing two fingers inside her plush walls, curling them as she lowered her legs to meet my mouth in ecstasy.

she crumbled completely, all appetite fully fulfilled, her desire no more than a pulsating amulet of lust. tears connecting at the corners of her doe eyes and still all she craved, and wanted was more.

more of my mouth, my tongue and my ridged fingers and the way they cured her whorish desperation.

[billsbabydoll]

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

he swiftly inserts himself in your pussy, wincing as he feels your gummy walls indulge him inch by inch. mmh he groaned lowly, it’s taking everything inside him not to just crumble right there. it’s been days, months, even years he’s dreamed of having you like this, underneath him completely at his will. his eyes look up to meet yours, his gaze bewildering with lust a kind that was indescribable, piercing deeply. his mouth salivates as he pushes himself in deeper, your face curls with pleasure as you feel his tip poke your sweet spot. “just the tip” he assured minutes ago, but here you were taking it all in.

he rests his hands on each side of your hips, holding on tight as he begins to thrust himself against you, starting gently to allow you to adjust to his size. it takes him only a few more thrusts before those once gentle thrusts turn rough, his rings harshly digging into your warm flesh, his head defeatingly flopping down. “fuck you feel so good” he mumbles, “that feel good baby?” , in response you can only let out loud approving moans, that yes indeed it felt absolutely fucking amazing. he moves one your legs up onto his shoulder, giving him a wider angle, one that has your mouth gaping wide open.

“r-right there!” you stutter. he lifts his head, a subtle smirk arising on his lips, his eyes watching closely as your breasts desperately ripple with everyone of his pumps. “yeah?”, his pace becoming noticeable faster, “that’s a good girl.” his fire grew higher with every single of your cries, whines, and moans, seeing you even struggling to breathe, just because of him.

all for him.

──── ୨୧ ────

[billsbabydoll]

𝘕𝘚𝘍𝘞 𝘢𝘭𝘱𝘩𝘢𝘣𝘦𝘵 h-n | 𝗧𝗼𝗺 𝗞𝗮𝘂𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘇 𝘅 𝗙𝗲𝗺!𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿.

You know I couldn’t forget about my Tom girls, so enjoy this part two of the NSFW alphabet. Let me know if you all want another part, and who should I do next?

Authors note! I listened to pony boy by Sophie on loop while I worked on this lol.

H=Hour (what time do they prefer to have sex?)

He does not care. It could be 7 am, 12 midnight, 2 in the afternoon, he’ll gladly fuck you at any time of the day. But usually he enjoys having sex, at night right before you fall asleep. He likes the darkness, the moon glistening from the window, and being able to only hear your moans.

I=Intimacy (how are they during the moment, from a romantic standpoint?)

I think this fully depends on his mood throughout the day. Mostly He’d for sure be more romantic; he’d kiss you on all your favorite places, tell you how beautiful you are to him, cater towards your pleasure. If you two just got out of a fight and decided to have makeup sex, he’d be so rough (of course with consent) , He’d be more passionate, wrap his arms around your neck, bite your lips, all to relief his anger and frustration.

J=Jack off (masturbation)

Is this even a question? He does it more than he’ll ever admit. He’s definitely the type to take printed photos of you and go to town in private…As a joke for his birthday one year you did a special photoshoot, and even gave him a photo album of all the pictures. He laughed it off and blushed once he saw them, never admitting that now he uses them every time he needs a quick fix. Some have even been ruined due to some unknown reasons, It’s a secret he’ll forever keep to the grave.

K=Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Without a doubt, he has a dominance and breeding kink. It’s not just necessarily the controlling factor he likes, he just lovesss how willingly and obedient you can get. Especially when you get needy for him, he likes seeing how much your willing to beg, cry, and whine for him. Ever since you two started dating, he was 50/50 on having kids. To his surprise that 50/50 turned into 100, he never knew that the thought of having kids with you wouldn’t be too bad, the idea of you might have a baby one day because of him, made him only want to cum inside you more.

L=Location (favorite places to have sex)

Although Tom does enjoy having sex in the comfort of his own home, me and you BOTH know he is a sucker for quickies, especially in public. That man is so freaked out it’s insane, that the more public the better. One night after dinner, while walking to the parking garage, he LITERALLY pulled you behind a set of stairs, where people were passing by -the next morning you were slapped on the cover of a gossip blog-

M=Motivation (what turns them on, gets their gears going?)

Skirts, fishnets, tights, low cut shirts, bra straps, tank-tops, easy access clothes. It’s something you learned very quickly about Tom, he said it without ever verbally saying anything. He knows what he likes, and when you specifically wear all of those things, just for him. He won’t hesitate to rip all of them off your body.

N=No (something they wouldn’t do, turns offs)

One thing he would make sure NOT to do is take advantage of you. He’s very strict about it, whenever you’re drunk, high, not in the right state of mind, he would never cross that boundary. Even if you say that you want to have sex, he doesn’t want to do anything that you’ll regret once you’re sober. He’s even had to yell at you once before, he went on for atleast 10 minutes yelling on about how much he loves you and that he knows your not thinking straight. His biggest turn offs definitely have to be bad hygiene and someone who tries to hard. He’ll never tell someone they stink he’ll just laugh at how unaware they are, he purposely makes sneaky comments to their face too. Tom despises fake people, so of course being in the industry he’s learned to read people very easily. Though he’s never had that problem with you.

[billsbabydoll]

𝘕𝘚𝘍𝘞 𝘈𝘭𝘱𝘩𝘢𝘣𝘦𝘵 a-g | 𝗕𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗞𝗮𝘂𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘇 𝘅 𝗙𝗲𝗺! 𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿.

I’ve been starving my beloved Bill lovers, so here’s my present to you. I don’t usually write headcannons, but personally I prefer writing them than any other typical smut story.

Authors note! If I wrote fanfics about other fandoms like stranger things for example would you guys enjoy that?

A=Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Bill is very cuddly afterwards, especially if it’s after a particularly rough session. After your both done, he typically laughs or smiles widely, his sexual and serious expression quickly fades and he’s rejuvenated almost. He likes sitting in the bed holding you for a couple minutes before he gets up and gets you something to clean yourself up and persistently tells you if you need anything, he’ll do it no questions asked.

B=Body part (their favorite part of their own and also their partner’s)

It’s so obvious that his favorite trait is his hair, that man LOVES his hair. He enjoys pushing his hair to new limits, regardless of how damaging it is he believes ‘you should always look your best’ (regardless of the consequences). His favorite feature of yours is your insecurities, whatever you believe is ‘ugly, doesn’t belong, not right’ he thinks the quite opposite. Your absolutely perfect to him.

C-cum (pretty straight forward)

He tries to get you to finish first of course, but unfortunately he’s always the one to finish first. It’s quite the compliment to you but he gets really embarrassed about it afterwards. He still tries to make things special for you anyway, taking his time to get you there, praising you through every second, making your orgasms exceed naturally.

Dirty secret (sexual secret of theirs)

I feel like he’s pervy. not at all in a creepy manner, his sex drive is just so much stronger around you. You could be just sitting across from him, and he’d just be looking down your blouse, not listening to you just staring at your tits. He thinks you don’t notice but oh boy do you notice the little glances at your thighs, him looking up your skirt, and him suddenly covering his crotch.

Experience (do they know what they’re doing?)

Public knowledge, we know this man knows his way around, you definitely weren’t the first girl he’s been with. He uses this experience to his advantage, he’s particularly perfected the skill of foreplay. Regardless of the fact, your the only person he’s actually put some love into, instead of just feeling like he’s fucking you he truly feels like he’s making love to you. Instead of just being another girl, you’re his girl. When it was your first time having sex together, he made sure to take things slow, and in the end he felt only love not lust.

Favorite position (goes without saying)

Everyone thinks Bill is soooo kinky (myself included) but honestly I think he’s a simple man. He likes other kinky stuff don’t get me wrong and he’s not picky either but when it comes to sex positions, he’s so vanilla about it. Missionary is his favorite only because he likes feeling that connection with you and feeling that closeness. He also likes watching your face squirm and you struggle when your close.

G=Goofy (are they more serious and in the moment? Or are they more humorous?)

During sex yes he’s takes it very seriously, he remains calm and collected. When it was your first time together, he made sure to not show how nervous he was inside, he stayed very relaxed so you wouldn’t freak out or get too anxious. He constantly considered your feelings and if you were comfortable during the whole thing. Now more recently into your relationship, he’s more carefree. He has loosen up after a while and now he manages to cracks jokes in between it all.

[billsbabydoll]

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑏𝑒 𝑚𝑦 𝑑𝑎𝑑𝑑𝑦.

.ᐟ 𝗟𝗮𝗯𝗲𝗹:𝗳𝗹𝘂𝗳𝗳 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗮 𝘀𝗽𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗸𝗹𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝘀𝗺𝘂𝘁.

.ᐟ𝗜𝗻𝗰𝗹𝘂𝗱𝗲𝘀:𝗻𝗶𝗰𝗸-𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲𝘀 𝘀𝘂𝗰𝗵 𝗮𝘀; 𝗱𝗮𝗱𝗱𝘆, 𝗯𝗮𝗯𝘆, 𝗴𝗼𝗼𝗱 𝗴𝗶𝗿𝗹, 𝗵𝗼𝗻𝗲𝘆, 𝘀𝘄𝗲𝗲𝘁 𝗴𝗶𝗿𝗹. 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲; 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝗼𝘂𝘁𝗵, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗮𝗹𝘀𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺𝗲𝘀 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗿𝗿𝘂𝗽𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗱𝗼𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲.

.ᐟ 𝐴𝑢𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑟𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡𝑒:ive missed you so very much, but i needed that time to recover, so thank you all for being so patient with me.

"honey, it's getting late."

"but i don't want you to go."

it's been about 10 minutes of this back and forth—you were currently clinging onto your poor boyfriend's leg, your arms and thighs squeezing against his large body. you had a habit of throwing little fits like this but they only ever occurred in moments like these.

tom couldn't help but release a breathy chuckle, he didn't find your ‘tantrums' annoying he rather saw it as your way of receiving more of his attention. of course, something he could never seem to deny his sweet girl of.

tsk! tsk! tsk! he clicks his teeth. your head immediately darts up, the side of your cheek resting below his knee. he then slowly lowers his hand using it softly caress your florid cheeks—

"no need to cry baby, i'll just stay here tonight then okay?"

in the snap of a finger, immediately your attitude changes, where there was a saddened frown was now a deep glimmering grin. once he saw that, he lightly smiled back, his thumb slightly tracing your plush lips.

"aww your happy now huh?" he whispered a certain huskiness developing in his tone.

"mhm daddy.."

abruptly he deeply sighs, you can clearly hear the shake in his breath. it's like he's resisting trying not to crumble in pieces at the way those words leave your mouth with such innocence.

"something worry?" doe eyed, flushed skin, it was like laying his sight on an angel.

"you know the things you do to me." tom presses his middle finger against your lips, signaling you to open up. as you open, his finger easily slips inside your mouth, the tip of his finger stopping right before reaching the middle of your silky tongue. he watches as you adjust to him, eyes following as you gently move your tongue up and down—

"that's it, such a good girl aren't you?"

"open wider, show me how much of a good girl you are for me."

you obey without question, taking his finger in deeper, and deeper at the point where it was rubbing against the back of your throat. obviously it hurt but he couldn't be more amused, not at that alone but at your immediate submission.

to know that your willing of this, who knows the lengths you'll be willing to go just to be

'𝑑𝑎𝑑𝑑𝑦’𝑠 𝑔𝑖𝑟𝑙'

[billsbabydoll]

he steps through the door, his gaze immediately grazing upon yours. his back remains facing the door as his fingers hurriedly lock the door, the faint click sound instantly alerting you.

in a glitch like motion, he lays you down on your back, his firm hands clutching yours above your head, his lustrous eyes darting at your every feature.. first he starts with your eyes, then your plush lips, his lips slowly curving into his devilish smile once he reaches your gracious chest.

"𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙚?"

"𝘀𝗵𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗶 𝗴𝗲𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗸𝗶𝘀𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂."

-,,

as they kiss, bills hips rug desperately against her own. tongues hungrily lapping against one another's, the delicate noise of lips moving, the collection of mixed whines, enough to have anyone's pheromones racing.

he suddenly releases her hands, now using his free hands to tease her most sensitive area— calloused finger tips stimulating your needy little pussy.

struggling in between kisses to pathetically whimper, and now fighting to not just let him have his way. bill pulls away from your lips, his left hand supporting him, his right not slowly down even for a second.

"𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝗮𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂, 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 𝗶’𝗱 𝗱𝗼 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝗯𝗮𝗯𝘆. 𝗺𝗮𝘆𝗯𝗲 𝗶 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗸𝗶𝘀𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮 𝗹𝗶𝗹 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝗸𝗶𝘀𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗲𝗹𝘀𝗲?

"𝗻𝗮𝗵 𝗵𝗼𝘄 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗶 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗽𝘂𝘁 𝗺𝘆 𝗰𝗼𝗰𝗸 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝘂𝗽 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘁𝘁𝘆 𝗽𝘂𝘀𝘀𝘆?"

,,-

[billsbabydoll]

i miscarried and got broken up with, idk when ill be back.

i love you all dearly, xoxo billsbabydoll.

[billsbabydoll]

his firm hands twist around your neck, his thick cock brutally hitting your sweet spot, his grasp tightening with every thrust.

“dirty little slut.”

he sharply shouts, the noise of your flesh wafting in grand synchronicity with his pounding.

you lay there pathetically allowing him to use your worthless cunt, your sobs only fueling him to go—faster, harder, deeper…

(you crave this don’t you?)

tom rips his left hand away from your larynx then forcefully shoving his fingers into your whorish mouth. he stuffs his ring and middle fingers fully down your throat, taking them out momentarily before doing it again beginning a seemingly endless loop.

you desperately try to hold back your gags, but to no avail; your slimy globs of spit pool all around your chin and upper lip.

he grunts loudly at the view in front of his eyes,

“mhm, useless bitch

bet you love it when i u-use you like this huh?”

tom lowers his head down, his heavy breathing now fanning against the bridge of your nose, his spit covered hand fluttering its way into your sweaty locks.

you lift your arms up and wrap them around his upper torso, this position bringing you both an instantly pleasurable sensation…

“t-tell me im yours tom.”

“your all mine.”

𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾 𝗎𝗉𝖽𝖺𝗍𝖾:𝗂 𝗀𝗈𝗍 𝖺 𝖻𝗈𝗒𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽, i moved, im having a baby lol, and i even hit 500 followers tysm to every single one of you sweet angels!

p.s 𝗂 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗀𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝖺 𝖿𝖾𝗐 𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗄𝗌 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗋𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗆𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝖼𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 *𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗍* a 𝟣𝟢+ 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗇𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗅 𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄𝗌 <3.

[billsbabydoll]

HIS STUBBLE.

HIS BICEPS.

THE WAY HES LOOKING DOWN.

IM ACTUALLY LICKING THE PHONE RIGHT NOW.

im literally gonna touch myself so badly to this picture, im not even kidding like he’s so hot i can’t. im so close to printing this picture out and just cumming all over it like, ill deadass be on some gooner shit.

i want him to cum all inside me, like to the point it’s oozing out in clumps, dripping down my legs, i just wanna feel it all spill out.

id gladly let him fuck me, id gladly let him do anything he pleases matter of a fact.

he can stomp on me, spank me, tie me up, spit on me, slap me, choke me, publicly humiliate me, cheat on me, manipulate me, i really don’t care as long as it’s him.

i wanna hear him dirty talk the fuck out of me like, yesss im your whore, yessss im your dirty little slut, yessss daddy!

on everything he’s the only man id ever willingly call daddy, like he’s just so daddy like you know what i mean? like his bread just make him sooo—

MMMUGHHH!!!!

if he wants me to bark for him, i will. if he wants me to run myself over, i will. if he wants me to buzz my hair off, i will.

tom has me ripping my hairs out, squeezing my thighs, and crying for him.

ill forever be envious of the girls that got to get a taste of his yummy cock, like that SHOULDVE BEEN ME!

he needs to shove all his ten fingers knuckle deep inside my pussy, while he tells me how much of a good girl i am.

ugh to be his questionably young girlfriend, who he treats like a perfect princess in public but who he also treats like a worthless whore he shouldn’t even be touching in private.

2014/2016 Tom please use me <3.