How tlw boys eat you out hc's w/ Mcvries, Garraty, Stebbins, Barkovitch, Harkness and Baker.
If u guys want a pt 2 with Olson, Parker, or any other character, I've forgotten. Just let me know. :3
Warnings: afab reader, cunnilingus, hair pulling, spit, fingering lmk it ive missed any. 18+ minors dni
Mcvries- I think he's probably super vanilla. Eating you out is just seen as something he's gotta do if you ask or before sex. Like if you asked, he'd be like, sure, but otherwise, I don't think he thinks about it. It takes him a while to ever feel comfortable being vulnerable enough to see him like that. It's not that he lacks confidence. He just lacks it in this department.
But once you get into it, he's asking what feels good and laps at your entrance with long stripes with his tongue. Probably focuses all his energy on just your clit. His hands tend to be wrapped around your thighs pulling you closer and keeping you from running away.
He's probably into using spit for lube because he's a resourceful guy. But overall, he's probably tired from working, etc, so he doesn't have time to be doing it frequently.
Garraty- now, he is so horny. He's probably not afraid to eat it from the back because he's a freak like that. His face will be covered in your slick, but he'll still be grinning. Also loves to grope your tits and tweak your nipples which gets you arching your back. He'll also be grabbing your ass whilst he fills you with his tongue.
I won't lie he probably doesn't listen that attentively. He gets so caught up in his own motions that he forgets he's actually doing a job. If you dont like being overstimulated, you've got to pry him off you via his hair, which leaves him whining.
He probably enjoys lifting both your legs in the air and pressing them against your chest so he can get easier access to you. He's addicted to seeing you so vulnerable and exposed just for him. He also always wants to see how many fingers you can handle and loves the feeling of stretching you out.
He'd probably enjoy 69ing. it's like a given. You both win. He literally thinks about sex all day every day, so you've gotta somehow give him what he wants but in a more contained manor before you both become sex addicts.
Stebbins- Okay, now film!Stebbins is a manhandler. Like he loves to just have you in all sorts of positions, whenever, wherever.
He lives to please. Will actively seek out to eat you out to take his mind off his things, whether it be about his family problems or just having a hard day, etc.
He's definitely memorised every inch of your body and knows what exactly leaves you shaking beneath him.
He's a firm believer in foreplay and will honestly spend hours going down on you before filling you with his dick.
Hes mastered the exact technique of sucking your clit and just playing with it with his fingers.
Also his fingers are long and thick, perfect for reaching deep inside your cunt. Like he can just easily reach that spot inside you.
Barkovitch- idk i just feel like he cries whilst he does it. Poor boy gets overwhelmed. Honestly, I think he's a bit of a munch, but only because he worries you'll leave him. Like he's so insecure that he thinks that if he doesnt make you cum enough then you'll just find another man to do it.
Sometimes if he's been extra annoying and bitchy, he'll feel bad about it later on and basically beg to make it up to you. Also just doesnt expect anything in return. Ever.
He eats you like a man starved and what he lacks in experience or skill he makes up for in enthusiasm. Hours spent just figuring out various ways to get you off, leaving you both overstimulated.
Will bust in his pants just from eating you out, and then be embarrassed about it. You'll just catch his hips stuttering as he tries not to hump the bed beneath you.
Sometimes, he even lets you take pictures of him with his camera. Sometimes. However, he has to be superrrr into it. Otherwise, he will get paranoid someone will see them. He claims he deletes them, but he definitely jerks off to them later. Secretly likes it when you pull his hair, you discover this purely by accident when he was going down on you, and you accidently tugged on it too hard. and he moaned. You'll never let him live it down.
Harkness- early on in the relationship, you figure out that when he's between your legs, his glasses will dig into your thighs. You take this as an opportunity to ask him if you can wear them instead, and he thinks its the sexiest thing ever. It's engraved into his mind. Seeing you all spread out for him but locking eyes through his glasses !!! God !!!
I feel like he'd let you sit on his face and love it when you just take control and grind down onto him. But he's probably holding you down to some extent with his hands wrapped around your waist.
Also, he's probably the most well read out of the boys, so he tends to know more about women anyway. Like he knows all the anatomical names for things and has no problem finding the clit. #boyfriendmaterial ! Will just instinctively be spreading your lips and pushing the hood up exposing your sensitive clit and then gently thumbing circles on it whilst giving it soft licks. He will ask to put his fingers in, everytime. He keeps his hands well washed and nails trimmed just for this exact reason. Or hes even reaching a hand up to link your fingers together whilst he does his work.
Baker - now. He worships you. He was a bit shy at first, but once you got more comfortable together, he found it hard to just not have his hands on you.
He eats pussy for his pleasure type shit. Like he'll be masterfully rolling his tongue along your clit but will also plant kisses on it and is probably moaning into you. Hes always got to look up at you for reassurance and check hes doing the right thing, its soooo cute.
He will be apprehensive about putting his fingers in, not wanting to hurt you, but if you say it's okay, then it's okay. But he prefers using them to rub the bundle of nerves at the top rather than penetration.
He loves to compliment you.
He calls you gorgeous, beautiful, and pretty all in one motion. Compliments your panties, too. And he says that you taste good and knows what exactly to say to turn you on.
He will literally get on his knees for you, anywhere.
Hello! Can you please write smut hcs for all TLW boys, like what their kinks are, are they a dom or sub, experience, etc. ^_^
the long walk boys relationship + nsfw hcs (18+)
featuring: billy stebbins, gary barkovitch
word count: nearly 2.5k
warnings: fem reader, smut (ofc), some mildly toxic relationship behaviors (emotional avoidance, codepency, arguing, etc but it all gets resolved), angst with resolution and brief mentions of the major/tlw in stebbins' section
a/n: hope it's okay with you that I tacked on my relationship headcanons along with the nsfw!! i wanted to post them somewhere on my blog and I think they pair well here. I guess they're not as romantic as I intended, but one thing I love about the long walk is how complex and imperfect the characters are, and I wanted to reflect that in their dynamic with you. hope you all enjoy and barkovitch lovers I hope I did your boy justice. lmk ur thoughts/reqs its very motivating <3
also! I was going to do ray and pete as well but I think people are super interested in seeing stebbins and barkovitch content at the moment and I got a bit carried away with the length of these. but if anyone would like some for them as well I'm down for that too because boy am I not normal about pete
stebbins
RELATIONSHIP
I don’t think a relationship with Stebbins starts off easy.
Before meeting you, he didn’t have many friends, and he never sought out girlfriends either.
It wasn’t that he couldn’t— he’s a tall, good-looking guy who takes care of himself— but what was the point? Between the way he came up and his long-held plans to one day do The Walk, he learned to keep to himself. Independence was his armor.
It took a while for him to actually open up to you. You'd make a habit of sitting near him; on the curb while he worked on his car or going out of your way to run into him on his daily walks around your neighborhood. For weeks he'd just nod in acknowledgement, or maybe mutter a quiet greeting.
Then, one afternoon, when you showed up again, he squinted at you and said, "You followin' me or somethin'?"
It caught you off guard enough to elicit a laugh, and you got to see that grin of his for the first time before he looked away. After that, he started to pay you more attention— cracking sarcastic jokes, making friendly conversation on his walks, to eventually actually making time to hang out with each other. You were the only one he'd ever talked to first like that, you'd realize eventually.
At some point, it stopped feeling like just a friendship. Stebbins would always greet you with a hand on your waist or a kiss on the top of your head. He held the door open to his car for you and leaned over the passenger seat to buckle you in. He never drove without his hand on your thigh. He'd kiss you when he'd drop you off and always scared off any guys or old talking stages just by being a 6'2 guard dog hovering over your shoulder.
What frusturates you is how despite it all, he won't just call himself your boyfriend. He shows up for you in all the ways he can, because he is afraid of losing you, even though he doesn't want to admit it. He walks you home, hangs around you in every free moment, fixes what breaks and helps you with chores without you even asking. Anyone who knew the two of you assumed you were dating already.
It took a long time for you two to actually properly label onto your relationship due to his emotionally avoidant tendencies. It took months for things to come to a head, when you were finally sick of the half-answers, and him doing everything a boyfriend would do but never making it official.
Once he actually says it though, your relationship has a turnaround; he’s apologetic— “I’m sorry, baby, ‘m sorry I took so long, let’s just make up for lost time, okay?”
Next thing you know, he’s bringing you flowers, driving you to diners, taking you on dates in his car. Ever since he started calling you his (and even before, despite him never admitting it) he was already saving up to buy you a ring. It's total whiplash.
Eventually after you talk it out, things smooth over. And when it finally does, being with Stebbins feels like the American dream the Major and his regime promises. Love letters sprayed with perfume, city fair dates, makeouts after night drives.
Staunch believer in the sidewalk rule !!! he always carries your things and offers you his jacket. His girl comes first <3
His future is idealistic, but it's ultimately built around the idea of you. Of course, he prepares every day to be in perfect shape for The Walk in case his application ever gets selected, and he's confident that he'll win and build a good life for you two with the money. He can't wait to introduce you to his father as his future wife once he wins.
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Like I said before, sex wasn't really something he sought out before meeting you. If he ever had a hookup here or there it was a meaningless experience that he regrets, since he's never felt emotionally connected to anyone before you.
I wouldn't be surprised if he started hooking up with you before offically dating. In a way, it was a way for him to release all those pent-up emotions he had about you, his father, and his life. On the other hand, sometimes he'd pretend you were really together when he made love to you; that he was in some fantasy world where he could also let himself have you, really have you, the way he always wanted. He was always a lot sweeter in those times, calling you pretty and perfect and asking himself how did he ever get so lucky to find a lady like you?
In that same vein, he can get rough if you're okay with it. If you ever let him release his frusturations by fucking you, he'll always kiss you after and thank you for being so good to him.
He naturally takes on a dominant role with you; he prefers to feel in control of the situation, but as he opens up to you, he'll let you take more of the lead if you want it.
Doesn't feel right to him to recieve and to not give back. Some form of chivalry is baked into him— maybe because he tries to live up to the image of who he thought his father was. As much as he loves seeing you on his knees for him, it's not over until you let him return the favor.
He still eats you out as an apology. It's a nasty habit he picked up from when your relationship was still fresh and when you'd argue more often. Sure, it might be little unhealthy, but hey... you never seem to complain.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, baby," he apologizes again as he gathers you close, one hand on the back of your head as if he was holding you together. Your face was buried in his shoulder, which was wet with your tears. You don't even remember what you had been arguing about anymore.
"I don't wanna fight anymore," you whisper, and he nods desperately, wiping the wetness away from your eyes.
"I know, me neither, pretty girl," he says, "you know I hate it when you cry."
Then he's kissing your cheek again, pulling you tighter by your waist and peppering those messy kisses down your collarbone. "I know I was being a fuckin' idiot, just— lemme make it up to you."
It isn't long before you give in to him again like you always do, letting him trail down your waist with feather-light kisses. You don't stop him when he hikes up your skirt and his head dips between your thighs.
It makes the heat rise to your cheeks when he looks between you and your cunt, those pretty eyes of his being the only thing in your dark room catching the light of the moon from the bedroom window.
"You know, you always look so fuckin' perfect, even when you're mad at me," he breathes over your soft folds. His tongue worked in smooth, steadying strokes against your pretty pussy, tasting you between pleading promises to never argue again and curses about how fuckin' good you taste.
Stebbins is a man of routine, and eventually, fucking you becomes a part of that. When he doesn't get to see you for a few days, it throws his entire schedule off and makes him irate. Jerking off is his only solution even though it doesn't come close to the real thing. He'll try to call you over the landline for phone sex if he can, asking, "Can't you just talk me through it, baby?"
He can get pretty desperate if he's letting you ride him, but if you want to take the lead, he won't stop you, no matter how agonizingly slow you draw out his peak.
He hates talking about his jealousy. A part of him views it as a loss of discipline or a failure of emotion. It's a habit of his to fuck you as if he's reaffirming that you're his every time he sees a guy look at you when you're out together.
barkovitch
RELATIONSHIP
Barkovitch feels emotions very strongly, and it's only made worse by the fact that he's completely enamored by you.
I think his relationship with you borders on codependency at times; he finds it really difficult to sleep if you aren't by his side. He's pretty clingy even if he doesn't always show it in front of other people. When you two are alone, he always wants to hold your hand or for you to be touching him in some way, even if it's not sexual.
He can be pretty immature when he's jealous. He'll ignore you for the rest of the day just because the male cashier was flirting with you, even though it eats him up the entire time. It always ends the same; by the end of the day, he's begging at your front door to come to his home and sleep on his mattress with him so he can finally 'get some fuckin' rest.'
He isn't great at expressing himself, and sometimes he speaks impulsively or irationally. He gets defensive whenever you call him out on something, and he feels awful afterwards, apologizing profusely until you finally forgive him and hold him again.
Extremely afraid of losing you, but I think both this and his jealousy would get better with time and reassurance. Your constancy isn't something that he's used to.
In a way, he understands small things about you that nobody else does— "That's your thinking face," or how your leg always bounces when you're anxious. Sometimes, he picks up on your own emotions before you do.
Barkovitch is happy spending time with you just enjoying the little things in life; playing with his pet cat together, having breakfast on his porch and spending time at the lake by his home. He never really thought too far ahead into the future about things like marriage or having children. All he knows is that you make him happy, and he wants to spend the rest of his life with you just like this, even if all you two get to experience are the little things.
He loves to show you his love through handmade gifts like wood carvings with his pocket knife or flowers that remind him of you. He's never been so good with words, so he tries to prove his love to you in other ways.
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Literally had no experience before he met you.
Once you two started having sex, he quickly became addicted to it, and to you.
Honestly doesn’t really know what the hell he’s doing, but he makes up for it with an eagerness to please.
Messy kisser, but if you try to slow him down and teach him how to do it properly, he'll get really good at kissing you just how you like it.
You want him on top? He’ll do it for you happily. You want him under you? He’ll do that, too. I think it’ll take a while for him to actually start expressing sexual preferences if he ever does at all, and if he does, they wouldn’t be hard limits. He’s just in love with you and your body, and is happy with any way he gets it.
“Do you– hmh, like it more like this?” You ask between quiet moans, rolling your hips against his at a deeper angle.
You’d been like this for an hour, trying to gauge his reactions to all kinds of different movements and positions. Barkovitch was happy to be your test subject.
“That’s– ngh- that’s good. This one’s my favorite,” he breathes, his hands pulling you down against him to try and will you to go faster.
“...You’ve said that about the last three positions,” you smile. It’s no deterrence to him as he fucks up into you desperately, and one uncontrolled thrust happens to hit you in the perfect spot that has you shutting yourself up with a moan.
“I like ‘em all! I just– fuck, I just– I just love you.”
His stamina wouldn’t be that high, but how can you blame him? How can he last when he gets to fuck you? It would definitely get better with time, but he’s got such a high sex drive he’ll be ready again before you are.
Honestly a pervert. If he can't see you for even a day he's jerking off thinking about you, and he does steal things to remind himself of you while doing it. If your favorite perfume goes missing or you swear an article of clothing never turned back up from the wash, you can probably find it hidden in his room somewhere if you look.
Extremely vocal. He's always been a talker and that doesn't stop during sex. He doesn't really feel shame about it; he wants you to know how you make him feel.
Doesn’t really know how to pace himself to be honest… like you have to actively stop him from jackhammering into you and finishing too fast, but come on... he’s just excited.
Bites you and leaves hickeys. At first it was unintentional, but now he just does it every time, anywhere. Even if you tell him not to, he’ll beg you until you say yes (you always give in, anyways.)
Loves praise. He'd be too embarrassed if he was just getting himself off, even if he sometimes gets carried away, and any bit of reassurance that you like this as much as he does is like heaven to him.
Body worship is just a natural thing for Barkovitch. He's obsessed with you completely. Even when you're not having sex and you're just lying together in bed, he'll kiss you up and down and swear you're the most perfect thing he's ever seen.
Always, always wants to cum inside. Maybe it's just his instinct, but you're literally going to have to stop him from doing so if you don't want that because he will get carried away.
He loves every single part of you, but he can't help but have a consuming fixation with your thighs. If you ever wear skirts or shorts around him, he's taking the first chance you give him to fuck you. Sometimes you'll have to switch to pants for days while you wait for the hickeys he leaves all over your thighs to fade.
Wouldn't mind being tied up by you, if that's what you wanted. He likes it when you're in control, taking care of him. He'll even let you be a little mean or a bit rough as long as you comfort him after with cuddles and kisses (a requirement after sex, in his eyes).
Occasionally can be nasty and refuses to shower unless you join him <3
summary: accepting ray’s call when you’re spending the night with your (jealous) boyfriend wasn’t a good idea.
content warning: minors do not interact, female bodied reader, modern setting, possessive and jealous!stebbins, oral (f. receiving), overstimulation, slight biting, voyeurism.
word count: 2k
author’s note: for the last day of this kinktober please enjoy this little stebbins’ treat. 🎃
He knew who this voice belonged to. The same annoying voice that would have his hairs straightening on the flesh of his arms, bringing with it an anger Billy truly didn’t need in this moment. An other call, really? Wasn’t it the third time this week end? He raises a brow, intently listening to the conversation between the two of you. He quite couldn’t hear what he was saying, but from the look of it — It was something uni-related. And honestly, why were you two talking about it when you weren’t even attending the same classes anyway — Whatever really, he couldn’t care less. What he cared about, on the other hand, was the honey-like tone of Ray’s voice, always so flirty and soft. Enough to piss him off more than necessary.
As soon as you turned your head to the side, you were met by the deadliest glare of his, annoyed expression painted all over his handsome face. Covering the microphone with your right hand, you lean forward, back flush against the headboard. A gentle kiss on his pouty lips, enough for him to stay still, you hope.
“Come on, don’t be so whiny. This call will be over in a minute”, you whisper in an attempt to soothe things down. But all you get is a disgusted grunt, along with a roll of his eyes.
Stebbins could tolerate Garraty, sometimes. But definitely not when he was so annoyingly clingy with you. Since the first time he saw him prancing around you like a lost puppy, he decided he wouldn’t have the patience to bear with his shit —again—. It’s not like he didn’t trust you — It’s the opposite. Billy was absolutely blinded by his love for you, letting you do whatever you wanted. Going to parties without him, meeting with your friends and heading to pubs when you had something to celebrate. But he didn’t trust Ray the slightest. Not one damn bit. There was something about his attitude that made the alarm rang in his head more than once, and he would have none of his bullshit. If he was so blind, he sure wasn’t stupid. And it was pretty clear Ray wanted more from you than you could ever imagine. More than you wanted to admit.
Closing his book and flipping it over on his bed side table, Billy stretched his arms up, before getting rid of the blanket covering his legs. In a matter of seconds, he was laying on his stomach, nicely sandwiched between your legs and resting his cheek on your belly. No bad intention in sight, right? Just a hug, with his arms wrapped around your waist and his eyes closed. A well deserved nap, just until you end that stupid call.
But your conversation with him would never end. And he was bored. In an attempt to have your attention back on him, he gently kissed the exposed skin of your stomach, three or four times… But it wouldn’t work. That sure made his blood boil and the gates of hell were nothing compared to the wildfire spreading through his body. All he got was a gentle hand ruffling his messy hair, but other than that… Nothing. Fucking nothing. It has him gritting his teeth, bringing your body closer to his, burying his face in your tummy.
And suddenly, it creeped up his mind — It wouldn’t hurt to do that, right? Just a bite. Because it’s true, you look so pretty like this, with the nightgown he bought just for you yesterday. Nightgown slightly lifted up, exposing your flesh and your panties to the cool air of the room. A gentle bite, just to taste you, and he will leave you alone…
You gasped at the sudden attack, eyes wide and palm of your hand covering your mouth. He could hear a ghost of “hey, you good?” from Ray, and that’s all it took for him to get all thrilled.
“Yeah sure… It’s just my roommate’s dog. He’s being mean.” You mutter, glaring down at him. The grip of your fingers on his hair tightens and your eyebrows frown — A warning that Billy pretended not to notice, too focused on the little biting mark his teeth left behind. After all, you weren’t even close to be scary. So cute you’d just look like a grumpy hamster in your most heated moments.
The innocent look plastered on his face should have been enough for you to realize he was up to mischief. So it wouldn’t have been a surprise for you when you felt his slender fingers gently pushing your panties to the side, slow and calculated. Your hand hopelessly trying to push him away would do little to make him change his mind. And not even your silent pleas would do something anyway. It was all about the panic in your eyes, and it was all too delightful to end so soon. Two can play that game, and Stebbins wasn’t one to lose. He lifted his head up, index finger pressing against his lips — His nasty way to tell you to keep quiet.
“Don’t hang up.” He mouthes, glowing eyes boring into your soul as his fingers spread your legs open. There’s something about that particular look on your face — Something so arousing he feels himself growing painfully hard in a record time. But it’s all too much fun, to watch you struggle to speak, to keep the conversation going like he isn’t in between your legs, eating you out like a starved man.
The tip of his tongue runs down your slit, poking at your entrance only to lick a long stripe back up, mouth latching onto your clit. It has your eyes rolling at the back of your head, palm of your hand pressing against his skull to keep him as close to you as possible. And if it isn’t for his kitten licks all over your folds, it’s the way he literally makes out with your pussy that drives you crazy. It’s embarrassingly loud and sloppy, mixture of his spit and your juices smeared all over your cunt and covering it in a glistening sheen of filth — There is no way that guy wouldn’t hear them, the sinful noises it makes, shameless and nasty.
You can barely process what sweet Ray tells you. All you could do is try not to be loud, muffle your moans and keep your composure — The latter crumbling down each time his tongue flicks your swollen bud. It was simply too bold of you to assume you’d get out of this without a fight. How could you, when he knows you by heart. Where to bite and how to kiss you down there, the right amount of pressure on that spot to have you unraveling right before his eyes. He knew you’d mess up one way or an other, and he was living for it.
“Maybe we should… Go to the library tomorrow and find some—fuck” the whine that left your mouth, desperate and high pitched, was enough to leave Ray breathless, silent. He isn’t stupid and knows something is up. So when he stutters a bunch of incoherent words, asking if you’d like him to call you back later, you’re quick to agree. So quick it almost sounds ridiculous.
“I’ll call you back”, You breathe, the last attempt to keep yourself collected flying off the window.
It has the most devilish smile rising to his lips, staring up at you as you carelessly drop your phone on the bed. With the goal to make you cum with his tongue only, things are getting absolutely messy on his side. And you, poor thing, can’t do anything but let him, ankles now locked around his head and body arching against the headboard.
“Fuck Billy— right there”, and you don’t have to tell him. He knows. He knows exactly what he’s doing. With your eyes closed and your mouth hanging low, with how messy your breathing grew and how desperate your moans sound, he’s well aware that it won’t take long for you to reach your high.
His tongue has electricity rushing through your veins and goosebumps dancing on your skin, wet muscle collecting your juice to drink it all. After all, he’s been pretty clear about this — He hates wastes. And there is no way he would let it drip down your inner thighs only to land on his clean sheets anyway. You taste too good for that.
And if you’re having a good time, Billy is almost as euphoric as you. Groaning at the sweet taste of your pussy, moaning when you pull his hair and suffocate him against your cunt. He could literally cum on the spot, intoxicated by the sounds your mouth makes and the way your body is hopelessly trying to get more of him.
With one last lick of his skilled tongue comes salvation, and the blinding pleasure that follows close behind. The knot in your stomach snaps — So hard it has your head spinning and your body tensing. It makes your pussy leak from the generous amount of fluids caused by your orgasm, a strangled moan falling past your lips as you hold on the crumpled sheets for dear life.
There’s a firework in your stomach as he helps you ride your orgasm, his tongue flat against your folds, slipping between them. And when you come back from your high, you gently pushes his head away, shuddering from the excessive touches of his on the most sensitive part of your body.
But he’s greedy. So greedy you’re literally crying in his arms because of how overstimulated you are. Tears rising to your eyes and staining your cheeks, you hopelessly try to squirm away from his iron grip, the hands that keep you in place effortlessly.
“Billy, stop— it hurts”, you sob, teeth sinking in your lower lip to hold these hiccups back. And when he finally lifts his head up, glistening chin and swollen lips, you let out a soft sigh of relief. Sometimes, you forget it’s half and half. One for you, one for him. If you love it when he goes down on you… He loves it even more. It’s his special treat, something he’d never get bored of.
“That guy is so annoying. He has the nerves to call when I’m spending some good time with you. Hope he got the message.” He hisses, going back to his previous position like he just didn’t pull the most amazing orgasm out of you. With his cheek against your stomach, his thumbs press gentle circles on the small of your back to soothe you down. Now that your heart doesn’t threaten to break free from its bone jail, you can let your legs fall back on the mattress, hands slowly finding their right place in his hair.
“Come on he isn’t that bad.” You chuckle. And suddenly, you felt your heart dropping off your chest as your eyes landed on the screen of your phone. The call was still ongoing, and Ray heard it all, willingly.
can we PLEASE talk abt what you wrote here , "He wants to control you because he owns you and you're something precious and rare that he is so lucky to have" in context to Billy Stebbins!??
Made me drool for real ! Like the idea of reader coming into the idea that at first he may have fuckboy energy but when she realized how he feels about her, just spurs her on? Makes her want to do everything he asks her too.
This is reminiscent of something I have in my drafts but yeah, Stebbins has a major jealousy streak and he doesn't even know it. He would never call himself a jealous person, but dear god, he is so fucking jealous.
(This is so random, it's not even a full on blurb, but I figured I would put warnings for slight objectification of women, implications of a threesome, slightly homophobic comments toward Pete and Ray, violence (Stebbins punching Ray because he's jealous) and implications of semi public sex and voyeurism.)
Also, this is not the request that won the poll, this is just me blabbering for fun.
And he is sooo "you can't have your cake and eat it too". He is "I don't want a relationship, don't ask me to be your boyfriend, don't even say that fucking word in front of me" but if you flirt with other guys, if you start getting romantic with other guys, if you talk to other guys - he turns into the biggest bitch in the world.
He will see you at a party across the room talking to another guy and he will crush the poor innocent solo cup in his hands because he's thinking MINE MINE MINE MINE SHE'S MINE. WHAT THE FUCK IS HE DOING. Slimy awful, no good, stupid idiot thinks he can touch my girl-
(And this is probably the first time he thinks of you as "his girl" even in the privacy of his mind - it's a reaction of possession triggered by jealous that makes him want to truly be exclusive with you. Anger and rage making him realize that you're precious - too precious to be let go.)
But he's made it clear that he doesn't want a "real" relationship with you, only sex, so you're not even doing anything wrong.
"Jesus man, what the fuck did that beer ever do to you?" Ray asks from off to the side.
"Shut up, Garraty."
(Ray follows his eyeline.)
"Oh. You're jealous because Pete is flirting with that girl you like. The girl you kicked out of here so fast that she practically had your boot mark on her ass when you were done with her."
"Shut up, Garraty."
"You know Pete is probably gonna cuddle her, kiss her real sweet-"
(Yes, Ray is drunk, and he's intentionally trying to piss off Stebbins at this point.)
"You know a lot about how Pete treats girls in bed, wouldn't you Garraty?"
Ray rolls his eyes. And then he smirks.
"Maybe. But I know Pete likes to share. Especially with me. Maybe I'll go over there and sneak up behind her. I'm sure she'd love the opportunity to be treated nicely by two guys better than you-"
And Ray doesn't see it coming - but he tastes blood and he's dizzy and everyone is yelling, and he realizes a drunk moment later that Stebbins punched him. And Pete is too distracted helping Ray ice his swollen jaw to keep flirting with you. And Stebbins takes you in the downstairs bathroom, and it's loud - he makes sure the people lingering at the party hear you.
"I'm yours, I'm yours, I'm yours, Billy! I'm your girl!"
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(Idk what this is, but I love riffing about these characters.)
Can uhhh hmm can I please order a silly reader x stebbins? What gender is the reader?… uhhh neutral. Yes thats all for today thank you. 🥹
a/n - stebbins my love you deserve so much more. pinnacle of manhood. this is the canon timeline but before the walk starts.
warnings - long walk spoilers, fluff, silly behavior on your account, stebbins crushing on you
🫶 pretty boy workout 🫶
“1..2..3..4…”
billy stebbins worked hard, doing chin ups on a branch in your yard. ever since he was officially picked for the long walk, he hasn’t stopped preparing. his schedule was wake up, eat a balanced breakfast, walk, work out, walk more, eat dinner and sleep. he had to win this. show his father he was worth it. that he was his son. he tried to keep his breathing steady, his biceps and triceps flexing in the hot sun. he’d been sweating all day, and it wouldn’t end soon.
“whatcha doin handsome?”
you sauntered up to him, plopping yourself down against the tree he used to exercise. you held a large cookie in your hand, taking a small bite.
“i’m working..hard. like i always am.”
he grunted, pulling himself up and down at the same speed. he couldn’t be distracted by you. not by your face. and how your body looked in that tank top. he always had a little crush on you, but it was useless to tell you now. not when he was about to leave.
“i think you might wanna take a break, i mean, this cookie is really good billy.”
you stood up on your tippy toes, waving the cookie in front of his face. he really didn’t need this. if he had any sensible bone in his body he would tell you to buzz off. but he can’t. he tried to ignore the smell of sugar and chocolate, and focused on his reps.
“11..12..13..shit-!”
the branch snapped, collapsing ontop of his body, which was now on the dirty ground. you laughed, cookie crumbs flying out of your mouth. stebbins threw the branch off of him. he huffed and puffed, sitting up with his knees bent against his chest.
“maybe you need to lose weight instead of trying to be hunkier.”
you gently passed the cookie over to him.
“i think you need a treat to make your pain go away.”
he gave you a dirty look, rolling his eyes. if you were anyone else he’d kick your ass. but something about you made him hold back. your eyes, your hair, the way you always talked to him, made him smile, laugh. he grabbed the cookie out of your hand, taking a bite that took up half the pastry.
“you’re usually the one who causes my pain, you know that?”
he said under his breath, muffled by the sound of food in his mouth. you snickered, leaning against his shoulder.
“you like me stebbins. don’t lie.”
stebbins turned red, trying not to make eye contact with you. is that why he couldn’t avoid you? why seeing you hurt made him upset? all those times you pestered him and made stupid jokes, the reason he couldn’t push you away was that he actually liked you.
damnit.
“i mean if you don’t like me, i’ll just take my cookie back then, since you wanna be all stoic and grumpy.”
“i don’t mind spending time with you (y/n), i’ll leave it at that.”
you gasped cartoonishly, wrapping your arms around him.
“awwww! you like me!”
he growled, secretly wishing you’d do this more often. he’d be thinking of you during the walk.
A/N: This was requested by an anon, and I'm more than happy to oblige with a lil something for everyone's favorite rabbit 🐇
Also, just a quick warning. I try to keep these as gender-neutral as possible, but K for Kink does have some mentions of pregnancy/breeding in the third paragraph! Please feel free to skip that part if you'd prefer to. It does not show up anywhere else.
A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
Not really the talkative type. Stebbins is likely to silently gather you up into his arms and just lay with you for a while. He loves when you play with his hair when you're like this (but never admits it), and also likes resting his chin on your head so he can smell your shampoo. If it's particularly cold, he'll wrap you up in blankets before pulling you in, to make sure you're nice and warm.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
Thinks he has a nice ass (and is correct). He just feels really confident about how he looks in his purple pants.
On you, he loves your eyes. When you look at him, a sense of calm washes over his whole body, even if just for a moment, and he treasures that. Also, the way they twinkle at him sometimes gives him butterflies.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
The volume of cum that this man produces is astronomical. He practically drowns you in it, and nothing really seems to put a dent in how much he cums.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
Stebbins is responsible and always uses condoms, but secretly? His biggest fantasy is that someday you'll beg him to take it off; tell him that you just need to feel each other for real. This poor boy desperately wants to be corrupted, and thinking about it makes his head spin.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
He's had two or three sexual partners in the past, but definitely more in a friends with benefits type context. He doesn't bother to get close to people as a general rule, but he has needs and is, obviously, a good looking guy, so he has no trouble pulling someone when he wants to. He prefers to have some level of emotional connection with the person he's sleeping with - not a deep one, but in the sense that he gets along with them and can communicate clearly and is sure there will be no drama. And for that reason, he's never been one to sleep around.
Definitely knows what he's doing, though every once in a while he still gets flustered if you ask him to try something new that he wasn't expecting.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
Loveeeees watching you ride him! He just really likes seeing your body move, and there's no better position for him to get a full, unobstructed view. If you get tired, he has no problem taking your hips in his hands and moving you himself, or thrusting into you from below. He just really likes seeing you from this angle, so doesn't mind whether it's you or him doing the work.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
Stebbins is very serious in life, and that extends into the bedroom as well. Almost stoic at times; he is really not one to get smiley and giggly. If there are silly sounds or awkward moments during sex, as is liable to happen at times, he's mature about it and just moves on without comment. He makes sure you know he's enjoying himself and enjoying you. He just doesn't need to make a fool out of himself to do so.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
This man is impeccably groomed. He trims everything, from his chest hair to his... more personal areas. His body hair is just a touch darker than the hair on his head. Not because he lightens it, but because he's out in the sun a lot, it naturally bleaches whatever hair isn't under his clothes.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
Stebbins shows intimacy through thoughtful actions. Although he can appear cold and rough to the rest of the world, during sex you can see a bit more of his soft side. Again, he's not trying to get too attached, but he is still a gentleman at heart, and wants to make sure that his partner enjoys the experience. If they don't, it reflects badly on him, and he doesn't want that (or to become like his father).
He handles you with deep intention, and checks in with you often to make sure you're okay (plus it gives him a bit of an ego boost when you need a few seconds to adjust to him stretching you; he just likes to hear it). The most intimate thing he does regularly is pressing his forehead against yours while he's buried inside of you, eyes closed. Sometimes he likes to just hold himself there.
He's not one for big, sweeping, romantic gestures. But, if you tell him you want him to make sex romantic, he'll take simple steps like lighting a candle or maybe even putting some rose petals on the bed. It's only because you've asked, and he won't make a habit of it. But from time to time, he has no problem indulging you and making you feel a bit special. He may have varying levels of success with this, though, because it's obvious he's doing it in an "okay, here's your romance" 👍 kind of way. He does care, but it seems silly and frivolous to him to do these things all the time. If you keep nagging him, he'll get frustrated and become resistant toward doing any romantic gestures.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
He does not masturbate super frequently. Views it as more of a chore when he does; something to keep his mind clear and his body healthy. Post-nut clarity stretches multiple days for Stebbins, and he just doesn't see the point in spending more time with his dick in his hand than he has to.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
He likes telling you how good you feel, and how tight you are for him. His praise always feels genuine, and as someone who doesn't waste words, it makes everything he says to you that much more impactful. Often, his praise will take on a bit of a darker tone; dripping with lust. Things like "I know you can take more of me," etc.
Has a bit of a size kink, in that he loves seeing his massive hands all over your body. Even if you're just sitting next to each other on the couch, there is a greater than 80% chance that his hand's gonna be wrapped around your thigh. If you're shorter than him, he kind of loves sitting down next to you while you're standing, and pulling you close so that you can "tower over" him, for once. He'll just pin you between his legs, arms wrapped around your waist as he looks up at you with a lopsided smile that makes your heart beat fast.
Also has a bit of a breeding kink. In a way, it's the ultimate taboo for him, and that makes it hot. Between his raging daddy issues and his personal ambitions, he knows having a kid is not something he should do. It's not even something he particularly wants. But picturing you carrying his child just does something to him, and as long as it stays a fantasy, there's no harm in thinking about it. Which he does, whenever you're on his lap and his hand is trailing up and down the soft skin of your stomach. He likes splaying his fingers over your abdomen, right where his baby would be, and pulling you in closer to him.
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
Stebbins isn't super adventurous when it comes to location. However, on certain occasions when you have the house all to yourselves, he has been known to lift you up onto the kitchen counter and make you scream. He fantasizes about doing it in more public places as well, but would never act on those thoughts.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
There's a certain, seductive look that you give him that is guaranteed to make Stebbins pop a boner. He will get mad if you use this power for evil, getting him hard in situations where he can't act on it. If you do, know that you're in for a frustrated, aggressive Stebbins later on. He will absolutely be pinning you down and holding your legs open at the earliest opportunity.
He also really loves seeing you be athletic. You don't need to be a professional or anything, or even be good. But just watching you run around while you play a casual game of [insert any sport here] with your friends turns him on. Something about seeing your skin glisten and your breathing get heavy just does it for him. Maybe because he wants to tire you out like that; see how long you can keep up with him.
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
Stebbins is not into impact play, and would be slightly mortified if you asked him to hit you. He might try it once, just to say that he gave it a fair shot. But as soon as he spanks you, he would feel so bad and never ever want to do it again. It feels too wrong to him. Almost disrespectful.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
He will never say no to a blowjob, but it's not his preferred sexual act. Sure, it's fun, and it feels good. But he can't let himself fully relax when he's worried about suffocating you (a very valid concern when you're hung like Stebbins).
If you ask him to go down on you, he will. He's pretty good with his mouth, and has no trouble making you see stars. He also will not rush things; he can make you cum on his tongue multiple times if you want him to. But he's not likely to offer to give oral on his own, just happy to do it if asked. The exception to this is that, every once in a while, Stebbins loves having you sit on his face. He will grab your thighs, plant them on either side of his head, and drag his tongue over you until you're begging him to stop.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
It's no surprise that Stebbins tends to fuck at a very measured pace. As with most things in life, he avoids burning himself out early and makes sure he's doing enough to make it feel good for both of you, without overdoing it. As things go on, though, overdoing it becomes a very relative term. Make no mistake, you're likely to be sensitive and falling apart by the time he's done with you. It's just a marathon to get there. Toward the end, he can start to get sloppy and frantic, but he's equally likely to slow down, and really make sure you feel each thrust leading up to his climax.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
Not a fan of the quickie. At all. Stebbins just prefers to take his time with you, and doesn't appreciate feeling rushed. If you ask him to have sex right before you have somewhere to be, he might look at you like you have three heads. There's a time and a place.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
He likes testing your limits. Not in a cruel way, but more out of interest and curiosity. Stebbins likes to know how much you can take, whether it's being stretched open with his fingers, or finding out how many orgasms you can have in a row. In that way, he is a risk taker; sometimes pushing you to the edges of what you can handle. But in many ways, he's pretty vanilla. He's not out there doing anything too wild or fancy when it comes to sex. It's all very tame stuff, at the end of the day. He just likes to learn where the physical boundaries are, and then push past them a bit.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
Say it with me, folks. Endurance. Endurance is Stebbins' game, and he keeps going long after any point that seems reasonable or possible. Part of him relishes in tiring both you and himself out, and he's not satisfied until you're both breathing heavy and loud, totally overwhelmed with pleasure. He can edge you or make you cum multiple times in a row - whatever mood you (or he) are in. But when it comes to himself, he holds off for as long as possible. The denial makes the payoff that much better.
That being said, you truly never need more than one round with Stebbins. But just know that he could go again. He could 😐
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
Not a huge fan of toys for himself. Stebbins is a simple man, and when he needs something to get the job done, his own hand will do fine.
But on his partner, he loves using vibrators - specifically bullet vibes. It's just another way for him to test your limits, and he loves watching you go cross-eyed while he uses one on you. He also loves burying himself deep inside you, and then holding a vibe at the base of his cock where his body meets yours. Almost like he's made himself into your own personal rabbit (I'm sorry, I could not help myself). His other favorite thing is to use one on your nipples; making you squirm for him and fight back tears as he plays with you.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
Verbally, he doesn't tease much or at all. He's much more into praise. Though he may occasionally tease you about not being able to take him, if he's in the right mood for it.
But physically? Oh good lord. He will tease you for hours if you let him, whether with his tongue, his fingers, or a toy. When you have sex, his goal is to make you feel as good as possible, for as long as possible. If teasing is what gets you there, Stebbins could not be a better match.
On the other hand, he has a love-hate relationship with being teased by you. Part of him loves it when you get a bit flirty and do things like brush a hand over his arm, of bite your lip at him in public. But it also drives him crazy, as he definitely prefers to be the one in control. Being teased makes him want to teach you a lesson, which can be very fun. But it can also be torturous if you end up getting more than you bargained for (which with Stebbins, you usually do).
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
Stebbins is not very loud. He prefers to hear you. Part of the fun for him is finding out what noises he can drag out of you, and making his own noise just gets in the way. That being said, you will often hear him telling you what a good job you're doing, or praising you in other ways. He's just not a moaner or groaner; if he's making sound, it's because he is saying words to you.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
If you ask very nicely, Stebbins will let you tie his wrists to your bedpost. He gets frustrated quickly, and probably regrets saying yes. Because now he can't touch you or toss you around. But watching you use him for your own pleasure is too worth it for him to stop. He'll just have to do what he can with his hips, using his strong legs to get whatever leverage he can so that he can thrust into you from below. By the end of the night, his arms are straining against the binds and he's littered with rope burns. If you ask very nicely, he might be willing to do this again...
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
In a word: Long. Everything about Stebbins is long. Sometimes almost overwhelmingly so, but he somehow always finds a way to make himself fit. He's quite muscular too, and just nice to look at with his clothes off.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
Average for a guy of his age. He could have sex a lot more often than he chooses to, but there are lots of other things he's preoccupied with, and sex comes second to whatever goal he's focused on at the moment. It's not that he wouldn't like to, but he needs to have discipline.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
There is a 50/50 chance that Stebbins will fall asleep while cuddling after sex. You're so warm in his arms, and he's tired and overworked (perpetually lol). Sometimes it's hard to avoid a quick nap, and he lets out the cutest soft snores when he sleeps next to you. He does get embarrassed whenever this happens, then tries to deny that he's embarrassed, which makes the whole thing even cuter.
What if Collie really did overthrow the soldiers? What if the musketeers all came together to revolt against the system?
You live off the grid, far off the beaten path of the Long Walk, but even you can hear the gunshots getting closer. You shrug it off, assuming that the rules have gotten stricter. The grief and horror of such killings left you a long time ago. You forage, you scavange and you live on. Until one day you come home to a crowd of blood-stained men attempting to pick the lock of your front door.
They're on the run and you're hiding from the world. It's time for a revolution.
