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JOCELYN'S CLOSET

Jocelyn |19| Struggling Student Cody Fern | Bill Skarsgard Adam Driver | Harry Styles & CHARACTERS |...

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I only took like a 5 minute break from Tumblr and logged back on to see there’s 500 of you... wow

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Send me some thoughts on the roommates AU because I’m having a real struggle writing this chapter :/

By the way, the taglist so far includes the following people. If you’d like to be added, let me know!

Tagging - @kenzieam @spettrocoli @tephi101 @redrxbel @sweet-teekorbs @billgardskars @billullabies @skrsgardspams @flyingmykite @phoebe-victoria@alveasimagines @faniig

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roman godfrey likes to finger fuck you hard asf

Soooo true. Y’all would be chilling in bed or something and he’d look at you and think “I think I’d like to see her begging” and rest his hand on your thigh. You pay no mind to it, since Roman is always touching you in some way, but when his fingertips trace your skin toward that area between your legs, your heart rate begins to rise. 

You ignore him for a moment, because you know he’s always more generous when he’s had to work for it. He leans over, placing a pert kiss below your ear, which makes you shiver. He smirks and his fingers begin to rub softly over your panties.

“How’s that book, sweetheart?”, and just as you’re in the middle of telling him that you’re liking it so far, his thumb slips under your panties and presses against your clit before he begins to rubs tight circles against it. You gasp, half way through your sentence, and he stops. You whine in response and he only pats your thigh. “I have a game I want to play.” Your heart drops. Roman’s games are never fair. 

“Roman-” He interrupts your protest by tapping his index finger against your bottom lip. You know by now what that means, so you take it between your lips and suck gently. 

“Good girl,” He praises, making the butterflies in your tummy flutter a little faster. “Now, I’ll give you what you want, but you’re going to read that book aloud to me. If you stop, I stop. Deal?” You nod lightly, his finger still on your tongue. He smirks and pulls you to sit between his legs, your back against his chest and the book resting in your hands. He begins to touch you again as you relax against his chest and enjoy the feeling of being cocooned by his warmth. He squeezes your thigh gently, reminding you to do your bit. 

You read calmly at first, sighing between words here and there, but he’s merciful and continues his movement. You start to feel that coil tighten in your tummy and it becomes harder and harder to keep your breathing even and your voice quiets. Roman nips at your earlobe after you moan softly, burrowing closer to him, the book shaking in your hands. 

“Come on, sweet thing. I know you aren’t about to disappoint me.” You bite your lip and focus as hard as you can on the words on the page, but Roman picks up the speed and this causes you to cry out, grabbing his arm wrapped around you. The book flops in your hand and his movements stop. “Oh no, what a shame. You were so close.” He sounds unfazed and you whine at him, resting your head against his shoulder. 

“Please, Roman. I don’t like this game.” He smirks.

“You just don’t like to lose.” 

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What would Roman be like after a stressful day at the white tower? Would he lean more on his girl or need space?

It would depend. I think Roman is very reserved, in the sense that he’s reluctant to admit to weakness because he feels so above his position. I don’t think he feels accomplished at the end of a day at the white tower. I think he feels trapped. On the days where he feels more angry or frustrated with specific situations at work, I think he’d come home to his lil lady and she’d let him rant, yell, punch things, etc. and she’d stroll around the kitchen, making him something good to eat and listening calmly. After a little bit, Roman would tire himself out and just need her to stroke his hair and spend time with him, because that’s what he looks forward to when he’s away from her. That, or he’d need to come home and tire himself out in.. other ways ;)

On the days where he feels hopeless and trapped and haunted by everything that has happened (we all have those shitty days not and then), he’d come home and she’d know immediately what mood he’s in. She’d give him some space because she knows he needs time to talk himself out of his mood, and after about an hour of him having some solitude, she’d ask him if he wants dinner or if he wants to watch a movie or something. He’d either tell her that he needs to “finish up some stuff”, which means he needs some more time, or he’d accept her offer and spend the night with his face buried in either her chest, tummy, or between her legs. You know, cause it’s Roman.

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bill skarsgård & maika monroe ‒ villains. (2019)

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oKAY OKAY I LOVE MICKEY

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ME TOO BITCH ME TOO

[lihikainanea]

The vibrating panties blurb that nobody asked for.

I am helpless, I tell ya, and I’m just fine with that. I’ve been super into sub tiger these days (what’s that? you’ve noticed?) so OF COURSE I had to get her feeling all super small and subby and shit after Bill basically tortured her for like, the entire day. 

Listen, I hope this absolutely junk punches a whole slew of kinks for you, alright? We got some resistance, we got some orgasm denial/control, we got some kneelin’ and subby goodness, we got some GOOD DUDE BILL still being the ultimate caretaker and checking in with her during their fun (for my fellow softies), it’s all here folks.

Ennnnnnjoy.

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You jumped a bit when long arms circled your waist, breaking your daydream as you stared out the window. Relaxing as a soft “sorry” was mumbled in your ear, you rested your back against a firm chest as you took another sip of your coffee, a soft kiss being plunked on your cheek.

“What’s going on up in there?” Bill asked, his lips at your ear as you heard him gently sniff your hair. You smiled, reaching up to run your hand through his hair as you turned your face for a proper kiss.

“Nothing, just daydreaming,” you smiled, turning your attention back out the window, “Didn’t want to disturb your work.”

 He hummed.

“I have something for you,” he mumbled, removing an arm from your waist today into his back pocket. Bringing his hands in front of you, he showed you a small, thin device that was smooth and curved.

“What is it?” You stared at it confused as he turned it over in his hands. He gave your earlobe a playful nip.

“It’s a vibrator, for your underwear,” he murmured, “It’s controlled by an app on my phone. I figured it might be fun to try tonight, at the birthday dinner.”

“Oh,” you reached a hand out, smoothing your fingers over the device.

“If you’re game?” You sighed, leaning back more against him as he sucked your earlobe between his lips.

“But if you come, then you lose,” he challenged.

“Oh, oh I’m game. You’re going down, big bird.”

You felt his smirk at your ear as his hand pulled at the waistband of your pants.

“Tell you what tiger,” he said, “I’ll even be real nice and let you get used to it for a bit before we leave.”

His other hand glided flat along your lower stomach as he reached into your underwear, sliding the toy against you and positioning it.

“How kind of—oh,” your sass was cut off mid-sentence when he tapped a button on his phone and the vibrator came to life, buzzing against you with just enough pressure to make your knees give a little.

“What was that?” He teased, and you let go a laugh that sounded an awful lot like a moan.

“You know, for a sub, you’re really pretty ballsy,” you said, grabbing onto his forearms suddenly and digging your nails in as he tapped his phone again.

“Whatever you say, kid,” he said, “In fact, why don’t you keep talking? See where it gets you.”

You bit your lip, tensely releasing his forearm from your grip.

“Just not used to it,” you claimed, “Get ready to lose, you beanpole.”

And you broke out of his embrace, walking away and stumbling slightly when he tapped his phone again.

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This shit kills me dead

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Do you write for Roman ? If yes can you please write a little something about him being busy but his girl wants all the Daddy attention so he has to take care of her 😊💗

You toss your book on the coffee table with a sigh before you look up to see Roman, still looking over some documents from the white tower with a light scowl on his face. You’ve been waiting patiently for him to finish up for an hour and a half, now, and you desperately need some attention from your hardworking man, but the large pile of documents clipped together on his lap don’t suggest that you’ll be getting it anytime soon. 

You decide to provide a bit of incentive. 

As you stand up and begin toward the stairs, Roman looks up and asks you where you’re off to. “I’m just gonna go shower and put on my nightgown. I’ll be back down in a few,” you tell him, and he turns back to his work. About a half hour later, you return downstairs, but now in a dainty matching bra and panty set, covered by a thin, see-through silk robe. 

You sit beside Roman, who hasn’t noticed your presence yet, and he looks up from his papers to see you. His brows raise and he sets down his work.

“Somebody knows how to get my attention,” he says lowly before pressing his finger under your chin and pulling your face toward his before kissing you tenderly. 

“Are you almost done with your work?” you ask. Roman frowns and shakes his head.

“Not even close. I’m sorry, sweetheart.” You sigh and rest your head on his shoulder, burying your face in his neck, laying gentle kisses there. 

“Can’t you take a little break?” you ask, resting your hand on the other side of his face. “I’ve been craving you all day, daddy.” Roman stiffens and takes your hand in his. 

“Naughty girl…” he mumbles. “pushing all the right buttons to get what she wants.” You face him once more and he smirks at you before resting his hand on your face and kissing you passionately. You wrap your arms loosely around his broad shoulders and moan softly when his lips travel down your neck and along the swells of your breasts. 

“Roman, please.. bedroom.” You whisper, and he lifts you up into his arms in one swift movement, carrying you bridal style to the guest bedroom that’s close enough for his liking. 

“You’re gonna be the death of me, kitten.” You giggle and he tosses you onto the bed before resting a knee on the mattress, towering over you. “One break, then back to work.” 

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bill skarsgård ‒ hemlock grove. 3x10 (2015)

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Tonight’s mood is roman being a sweetheart 💕 thoughts?

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Bill Skarsgård in Castle Rock

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GORGEOUS MAN

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I started Extra Room Chapter 2 and I think y’all are gonna like it 

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concept: bill coming up from eating ya pussy, lips slick with your cum and hair all messy and eyes hooded and then grinning at you because he knows he just gave you a soul shattering orgasm and he knows he’s just that good

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Extra Room - Bill Skarsgård Roommates AU

This is the beginning of a series I was writing for myself (it was never meant to see the light of day) but I figured someone might enjoy it so here it is.

Bill Skarsgård x reader

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You hands tremble lightly as you stand outside the door of a beautiful 2-story townhouse in downtown Stockholm. Your fingers clutch at a small piece of crumpled paper with an address and a name on it, nothing more, nothing less.

Bill Skarsgård

Tegnérgatan 41

You didn’t have high expectations when you saw the ad in the paper for an individual renting out a room in their home, and you figured it was better than staying in the hole you’ve subjected yourself to all freshman year of university. So, you had written the address down, called the number, and scheduled a time to check out the place and meet the man who was living there, presumably alone. Although you were a bit hesitant to consider living alone with a man you’ve never met, you’re desperate, and admittedly, the place is gorgeous.

You knock gingerly at the door and are completely shocked by what appears on the other side. Bill, you assume, is well over 6 feet of lean muscle with dark, carefully styled hair and large, piercing eyes. He holds a phone to his ear and speaks in a bored tone to whomever is on the other side, but once his gaze meets you he hesitates. His eyes rake up and down your form steadily before he catches himself and offers you a small smile and stepping aside to let you in.

He wraps up his conversation with the person on the phone and places it on the table in his entryway before turning his attention back to you. There’s a moment of awkward silence as you both try to figure out how to greet each other. He ends up breaking the silence first and reaching his hand toward you.

“You must be y/n,” he begins once you take his hand and shake. “I’m Bill, as you’ve probably guessed. I, uh, own the place.”

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If you would like to be tagged in the following parts of this series, let me know and I’ll add you to the list!

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bill skarsgård ‒ castle rock (2018)

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Bill in boyfriend sweaters is such a fucking look. Bless the stylist on this show.

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I just want to steal all of them and then like have him storm my place like “I love you in my clothes but damn woman I have no sweaters left!”

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Bill ‘resting bitch face’ Skarsgard

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