#vacation bill

[lihikainanea]

How would bill feel about an energetic and hyper tiger who refuses to go to sleep and keeps trying to play games on her phone while it’s on full brightness and when bill tries to pry the phone out of her hands so talk boi stands a chance at getting some rest she starts to play fight and he warns her but she carries on and he ends up having to spank her and get her into that nice small headspace so she’ll cuddle into him and go to sleep? 🥹

UNF I LOVE THIS THOUGHT A LOT

And like, who knows what it is, right? Maybe it's jet lag. Mercury in retrograde. Hormones. Maybe it's anxiety or insomnia, work stress, boredom. Poor diet. Not enough exercise. Too much exercise. Tiger usually has less chill than the fucking Sahara but lately, it's been even worse.

And like everything about her, her energy is larger than life and it's contagious. When tiger's on edge or feeling antsy, everyone is ansty.

And when tiger's ansty--let's face it, she's also kind of brat.

So she's just been dialled up to 11 lately for god knows what reason, and Bill is the exact opposite--he's mellow, calm, relaxed. Hell maybe this is even on vacation, right?

YES I LIKE THAT THOUGHT.

Sometimes the full moon and the beach and the ocean give tiger a bit of insomnia, a bit of restlessness--she hears their calling to her and she just can't sleep. 3AM on vacation by the beach with her Big Dude, under the light of the moon, is some of her most cherished, sacred time. But while she's sometimes a bit restless, those circumstances don't make her antsy--and they most certainly don't make her bratty. Usually it's enough for her if Bill opens the curtains, tucks in behind her and pulls her tight in his arms. Tiger can watch the move and listen to the waves while feeling Bill's steady heartbeat, his breath on her neck--and she feels safe. Loved. It grounds her.

And it happens sometimes that he's asleep and she just can't wind down, no matter what she tries--but she knows what to do. She knows what she's supposed to do.

"Billy," she says softly, nosing at his chest. He wakes up instantly--allbeit it a bit slowly.

"Yeah kid?" he asks softly.

She doesn't say anything, just scoots in closer.

"Hungry?" he asks.

"No," she mumbles.

"Can't sleep?"

"Mmmph," she says. Bill peels an eye open, sees the bright full moon lighting up the room.

"C'mon," he says. He'll pull her out of bed, and set up on a lounge chair outside or even in the pool if they have a private one. From there she can relax a bit, watch the moon all she wants, and just breathe.

But then there are times where it's just...well, it's kind of a fucking disaster. She's been a bit amped up, but for some reason, she's not really doing what she's supposed to--she's dong the opposite, really. So one night when she can't sleep--again--Bill wakes up to what he's relatively sure is a fucking Dreamliner landing in their hotel room, judging by all the flashing lights. He grumbles, shielding his eyes.

"The fuck," he mutters. Then everything goes dark.

"...sorry."

He sighs, rubbing his eyes and trying to focus them on her.

"I thought you fell asleep," he says.

"I did," she shrugs, "But then I woke up. And here we are. You're all caught up."

She goes back to playing her game and Bill grimaces when the bright lights hit again.

"Tiger," he snaps, "Give it."

He goes to snatch it but she yanks it back.

"No!" she says, "I'll go play on the balcony."

"No," he says, and grabs hold of her as she goes to leave the bed. He pulls her roughly back in. "You're going to give it to me, and you're going to go to sleep."

"Or....." she wrestles out of his grip, "Not."

"Tiger."

She just shrugs.

"I'm bored. I can't sleep. So if you want this," she slides out of bed and dangles her phone in front of him--the brightness cranked all the way up, just to be a shithead-- "Then you can come and get it."

"You think this is wise kid?" he threatens lowly. Tiger smiles deviously.

"No, but I think it's fun."

He reaches for it--still in bed but goddamn his arms are long enough--but tiger dodges, and smacks his hands away. He knows that glint in her eye--she's a brat. She's a full, petulant brat. But like, it's 2AM, Bill was in a dead ass sleep, she's been rather insufferable all day--Bill is pissed.

"You get one more chance. I'll even count to three," he all but growls, "One....two...."

And like, not only is tiger a brat, not only is she blatantly, purposely misbehaving--but she's being insolent about it. And man, nothing gets Bill going more.

So she just shrugs--a challenging, oh well shrug.

"Three."

Tiger doesn't budge. Doesn't flinch. Doesn't move--instead, she just smiles.

Bill lunges.

It's dark, it's late, he's deadass tired after dealing with her grumpy ass all day, and he's getting a little tired of this nocturnal schedule of hers. So he lunges, knocks over a bedside lamp--but tiger is smaller than him and usually quicker, at least when she's been awake for longer than he has. So she dodges, runs a little ways across the room. Bill may be a clumsy oaf when he's groggy but he's still a big clumsy oaf, and tiger's scurrying footsteps only ever equate to about two or three of his long strides. He catches her with ease, tries to force her back against the wall.

"Ack!" she exclaims when he grabs a wrist, trying to wrangle her arm behind her back. But tiger dips and gets out of it, running across the room. She grabs pillows from the couch on her way and lobs them at him, and she nails him right off the head. The room is dark but just in the faint glint of the moonlight tiger can see the dangerous look in his eye, and it just fuels her.

"How do you think this will end for you kid?" he threatens, "Come here, and get on your fucking knees."

"Meh," she shrugs, non plussed, "Make me."

He lunges again. This goes on for longer than either one thought it would--tiger is wild, lit up, and Bill is out of breath and getting angrier by the minute.

He finally fakes left and when she scurries to his right, he corners her against the desk in the room. In one fell swoop he wraps his arms around her waist, pinning her to the desk with his hips before he slams her front down onto it--hard. She grunts, but before she can fight back he retracts his arm and lands two loud, stinging spanks to her backside. She yelps, but he just leans over her.

"Enough," he growls menacingly into her ear. He holds her front down with his forearm as his other hand reaches, plucking the phone from her hand. He spanks her again, hard enough to leave a mark, and then he pulls her front up.

"On your knees," he commands--and he doesn't give her time to disobey. He spins her around forcefully, shoving her down in front of him--and he just stares at her.

But like, here's the thing right? He hasn't seen this tiger in a looooong time. Demure. Small. Calm. Good. His good girl. Her shoulders are hunched over, her gaze downcast, and for the first time he notices that her shoulders are not scrunched up by her ears or that her face isn't pinched with all the usual tension or anxiety she carries there. Her jaw isn't clenched, her fists aren't tight.

Quite the opposite, actually. Her mouth is slack, slightly open, as she draws in deep, even breaths. Her shoulders are loose, back where they should be. Her hands are open, her palms resting on her thighs. Nothing about her is tight or tense. Everything just looks....released. Free.

He won't make her ask for it--he really ought to, he really ought to make her suffer and beg for it just for being such a goddamn brat--but he doesn't have the heart. She's been so pent up and anxious without even really knowing why, so she can't be expected to ask for what she needs--she didn't even know what she needed.

He stares at her for a beat too long, and he waits--she fidgets. He snaps his fingers and she peers up at him hesitantly. He bends at the waist, setting his hands on his knees as he glares at her.

"Bend back over the desk," he commands.

Tiger stands up so fast she nearly breaks his nose. In a flash she's bent over the desk, her hands holding onto one side, her cheek resting on the cool surface. Bill tosses her phone to the side.

"You're in big, big trouble kid," he says lowly, "There's no count tonight. Let's just see how many you can take."

[lihikainanea]

Ohmygod Lei, please write something about Tiger or Bill showing up at the other’s place being super fucking cold because it’s freezing outside and they’re just like totally pre-hypothermic so the other starts by cocooning them in the bed, and then when it’s not quite working they ✨get busy✨ because skin on skin contact is warming AF and the sexy feelings get you nice and toasty.

Okay but baby what if this is kind of during one of the famous Skarsgard camping trips?

Because this has so many ~layers~ to it--no pun intended.

Bill is a seasoned woodsman, like any Swede worth his salt. In preparation for the annual Skarsgard camping trip, tiger marvels at the way Bill just like...morphs into a fucking Boy Scout. He has a fishing vest, like complete with tons of pockets and all are loaded with different lures and bait and all kinds of shit. He has a hunting knife (but tiger still argues that she can handle a knife better than him--and she's right), he has a fully equipped tent and sleeping bags with all the latest heat tech. Bill knows how to start a fire with two rocks, or even with wet sticks. The fucker has a compass and before their first camping trip, he gave tiger a whole lesson on which mushrooms were edible, which ones would get you high, which ones would get you dead. He plucks berries off of bushes and gives them a sniff test to determine if they're poisonous or not.

Bill has a third degree badge in bear safety.

And tiger just...like, tiger's a city girl and a country girl all rolled into one, but maybe there hasn't been a lot of opportunity in her life to go camping. Glamping? sure. Setting up in a chalet that has a fire and running water--she can do that. But spending days in the depths of wilderness where there is no bathroom because everywhere is your bathroom and it's so dark at night you can't see a foot in front of you, and even though the days are scorching hot the nights are really quite cool and tiger just didn't pack the way she should have. There wasn't a single sweater in her duffel bag and even if there was, her duffel bag was now strung up on a wire 100 feet in the air after Bill shrieked upon discovering a half eaten granola bar in it on the second day and went on a tangent about grizzly bears.

But anyway, maybe it happens the first night there because tiger is cozy around the campfire and even cozier thanks to the bottle of akvavit making the rounds. But the cold--the bone chilling, damp cold of a deep forest--that'll sneak up on you. And tiger doesn't even realize how cold she's getting, or the shiver that's setting in, because the campfire is dying off so slowly. But eventually it's completely gone, they all say their goodnights, and Bill walks her back to their tent. He zips it up, but he quirks a brow at an odd noise and turns slowly to her.

Tiger's teeth are literally chattering, smacking together, and a full tremor has taken over her body to the point where she can't even unzip the sleeping bag.

"Whoa kid, hey," he says concerned. He reaches for her and grabs her hands, and he gasps. "You're frozen!"

"Y-yeah," she stutters.

"Why didn't you say something?" he asks. But Bill is already in action mode. He shrugs out of his sweater, and tiger thinks he's going to give it to her but instead he throws it to the side and drops his pants.

"Clothes off," he juts his chin at her, "Now."

She looks at him like he's grown a second head.

"I'm f-freezing," she says, and her whole body gives another violent shake. She protests loudly when he grabs at her sweater.

"Shhh," he says sternly, then he motions to the other tents around.

"Body heat is the most effective, fastest way of warming up," he tells her in a hushed whisper, "Naked. Now."

And then before she can protest again, he just bends and yanks her pants down. She seizes just from the sheer cold, and he helps her out of her sweater.

"In," he motions to the sleeping bag. She climbs in and he follows, then he wraps himself around her.

"Jesus fucking Christ," he hisses through clenched teeth, "God you're a fucking icicle."

But like, he's very warm. So tiger huddles in more. And she wraps her freezing cold feet around the back of his thighs.

"Motherfucker," he cusses again, but she nuzzles her face into his chest.

But he's just so warm. And he smells so goddamn good. And tiger thaws out in no time, pressed in tight to his chest while his big hand rubs rhythmically up and down her back. And they both start to feel it, he buries his nose in her neck and sniffs her there, and tiger can feel him hardening against her thigh. She presses a little more into him and he groans lowly, rolls over so he's on top of her.

"Can you be quiet?" he asks against her mouth, and she cranes up to kiss his nose.

"Please Billy," she begs softly. And god, he's done for. Anytime she begs him like that, he'll give her whatever she goddamn wants. Every time.

"Not a sound sweet girl," he tells her.

And like, they even have to keep their movements slow because otherwise, everyone would hear the rustling of the sleeping bag. Tiger ends up being the one having to clamp a hand over Bill's mouth when his breathing gets a bit too heavy, when he can't hold back the moans anymore. She reaches to her side and grabs her panties, shoves them into his mouth and then pulls his head down so it's buried in her pillow as he just rocks slowly into her.

[lihikainanea]

I recently reread your blurb about Bill wanting to join the mile high club but bonks his head, I had an idea. Tiger is getting small on a plane, Bill tells her to go and get off for him. Their seats are right near the bathroom door and the plane is almost completely empty, so he’s not worried. He starts getting more worked up when he hears her faint whimper from the door, thanking God no one could hear but him. When he goes in after, one of her cute thongs is in there, soaking wet, and he’s thinks he would just fuck her on the plane seat if he had any less self restraint.

Ah yes, the time Bill--big, sweet, dumb Bill--nearly knocked himself the fuck out.

The frequent flyer in me had to get over the initial ICK that is an automatic response whenever somebody mentions anything to do with an airplane bathroom. I mean, it's literally the grossest, most disgusting place ever. The bathrooms barely fit one human being just to do ya' bidniss, let alone two to get freaky--and the bathrooms in business class are just a smidgen bigger but smell equally as terrible and are equally as disgusting.

But I love this thought that like...tiger is sufferin'. She's been small for him all day and he has just stepped in and handled everything--he gave her his sweater when she was cold in the airport, he fixed her a plate in the airport lounge and gave her a stern look when she tried pouting and telling him she wasn't hungry. He smells so fucking good and his hair is all loose and gel-free, he's giving her that soft smile every now and then. Once they're seated on the plane he reaches into his bag and pulls out a fluffier pair of socks, hands them to her--she always kicks her shoes off on planes and she always needs an extra pair of socks because her feetsies get so cold. When she struggles with her blanket and pillow he just calmly takes it from her and helps her arrange it so that she's comfy, and before she can even blink there's a tumbler of scotch on the rocks being pushed into her hand, and he clinks his own glass against it in cheers.

And like, after some scotch, tiger went from small to downright needy. Because she's bundled in blankets, she's warm and fed, Bill's huge hand is engulfing her own under the cover and his thumb is absentmindedly stroking over her knuckles. He has headphones on while he reads, and she just stares at his profile--that beautiful nose, his high cheekbones, those plush lips pursed in thought. She whines, starts pawing at his chest, and he takes his headphones off.

“What’s up kid?” he asks, but one look at her and he sees it. His face softens, and he smiles gently at her. 

“Ohhhhh,” he says.

Tiger whines again, shifts in her seat and gives him a look that makes his heart melt. His eyes dart around, trying to figure out a plan.

“Billy,” she whines.

“I know kid,” he soothes, “I know. But I can’t here. We won’t both fit in the bathroom.”

She whines again, huffing and Bill pulls her in for a kiss.

“Can you take care of it yourself?” he murmurs in her ear, “Go into the bathroom and be a good girl for me?”

She huffs again--it’s not the solution she wants but damn she’s pent up.

“I can...I can try,” she stammers. Bill unbuckles her seatbelt for her.

“Try for me sweet girl,” he says, and he gives her ass a small pat as she stands. She gives him one last pitiful look before she makes her way to the bathroom, and Bill has to readjust his pants to cover the growing bulge.

Not even five minutes later, the door to the bathroom swings open and tiger goes back to her seat and sits down abruptly with her arms crossed. He can tell by the way her eyebrows are pinched together, he can tell by her scowl, that it didn’t work.

“No dice, huh?” he says sympathetically. Tiger looks like she’s about to burst into tears--and then it hits him. He has something. He didn’t pack it in his checked luggage in case it uh, went off and alerted security. He does a quick check for wifi on the flight and sighs in relief when he finds a signal, then he stands and takes his bag down from the overhead. Tiger watches him, biting back a moan when his shirt lifts just a little  as his arms are up, a small strip of his belly above his belt visible.

He sits back down, rummages a bit, and then discreetly hands her a small device.

“Go put this in your panties and hold onto something,” he whispers to her. Tiger peeks at the smooth object in her hands, and then her eyes light up as she scrambles to her feet.

“Tiger,” he grabs her wrist before she runs down the aisle, “Hold on to something, okay?”

Tiger can be a little enthusiastic when she needs it bad, and the last thing he wants is for her to thrash a little too hard and end up concussed and passed out in an airplane bathroom.

He gives her a minute, and then he starts tapping buttons on his phone. He starts her off real slow, but she’s so pent up that even the slowest of vibrations is already doing the trick. He builds her up for a few minutes, before increasing the intensity and even from a few rows back he can hear her loud cuss as she comes.

He doesn’t stop the vibrations. Not until he’s relatively sure she’s had at least another two. 

The bathroom door opens eventually and tiger has a dopey, high smile on her face. Her cheeks are flushed and Bill can see the rapid rise and fall of her heavy breathing as she wobbles back to the seat. Just for fun, he gives her another strong zap and he chuckles as her knees give and she lets out a woop that scares the hell out of the passenger she nearly fell on. She stumbles back to her seat.

“You didn’t take it out,” he muses. Tiger just shifts, breathes out a pleasured sigh, and goes boneless against the seat.

“Why would I do a silly thing like that?” she says. Bill gives her a quick kiss, then a tap on her nose.

“Buckle up kid,” he whispers to her, “There’s still 9 hours to go.”

Tiger comes another 11 times before the landing gear hits the runway, clutching onto his hand in a vice grip while Bill just smiles.

[lihikainanea]

So Tiger had bad sex before Bill right? And we know Bill has a come kink and gets (consensually) protective/territorial? What if he finds out he’s the first dude who’s ever came inside Tiger? Shes been super safe with her past flings and he didn’t even realize he’s the first dude to hit it raw. He goes feral.

oh my god.

Oh my god.

OH. MY.

GOD.

WHY HAVE WE NEVER REALLY TALKED ABOUT THIS?

DJFGDGHGITGRTIHI

*sizzle*

I have officially short-circuited.

Look, I kind of HC that tiger never really had deep, long term relationships where the whole "no condoms" thing could safely become a reality. She has, however, had quite a few one night stands--and tiger's not insane, so she always made sure she used protection. I'll bet it's a vulnerability thing for her--it was just so much easier to have the quick, easy sex of a one night stand (even if it was rarely satisfying) and the thought of relationships kind of terrified her.

And because of that, condoms were alway a necessity.

Maybe it's one of those things that like, accidentally slips out when both of them are drunk. They've had some fun confessions that way, haven't they? Maybe it's also on vacation because both of them are always a little more uninhibited vacation, and I love the idea that they're both on the beach with a bonfire going, eyes glazed, heads a little fuzzy, tiger is in one of her sundresses and Bill has his shirt off, hanging from the waistband of his shorts. It's dark out but the fire gives them a glow, and tiger can see his beautiful bronzed skin and his clear eyes and Bill can see all of her tan lines that he's having a hard time not licking.

And they just talk about everything. The worst sex they've ever had (not with each other)--though most of the details they know already, from when they were just best friends. The weirdest sexual requests they've ever gotten--Bill talks of one girl who wanted to suck his toes more than his dick, tiger laughs through trying to tell him about the one guy who asked her to wear a strap on that he referred to in the third person so he could feel like it was a threesome. It spurs another memory, and tiger nearly chokes on her drink, doubled over as she tells him about the guy who insisted on helicoptering his dick when he came. Bill wrinkles his lip and shudders.

"The fuck," he says, "Did he paint the fucking room every time you had sex?"

Tiger snorts.

"Please bud," she says, "That shit was wrapped tight. They all were."

"They...all were?"

"Yeah," she hiccups, taking the bottle of rum from the sand and swigging a gulp. She swipes at her mouth and then hands it to him, "I never had sex without condoms."

Bill is silent. Quite stunned actually.

"Never?" he swigs, but suddenly the true realization of what that means dawns on him and his throat is bone dry.

"Never," she shakes her head, "You were the first to hit this shit raw, pal."

Bill can't breathe. His ears are ringing, his heart beat speeding up. She goes to grab the bottle from him again but instead he plants a knee between hers, shoves her back into the sand, and leans in close.

"Tiger, are you telling me that I'm the first man who has ever come inside you?" he growls. And shit, he's almost scary. His stare is so intense, and tiger isn't really sure what's going on anymore or why the sudden shift.

"Yes?" she squeaks. But he grabs her face in one hand, fingers locked around her jaw, his eyes unblinking.

"Say it."

"You were the first one," she mumbles, and suddenly she's embarrassed. She tries to look away but his hand grips her tighter and she squeaks again.

"The first one to what?" he says.

"You were the first one I ever let come inside me," she says shyly, "You're the only one who has ever come inside me."

"I'm the only one," he says, and it's part disbelief, part moan. Suddenly she's being hauled up, thrown over his shoulder and she grunts at the impact. She tries to hold onto him as he rises, taking long strides back towards the hotel.

"Billy?" she says, unsure, “I'm sorry if that's weird."

He tries to wait but he can't--instead he stops, puts her down roughly and slams her back into a tree.

"Weird?" he says, "Tiger, I've never been so turned on in my life. You are mine."

He slams his lips to hers and she whimpers.

"Yes," she moans, "Yours."

"And only mine. I'm going to fill you up so good tonight sweet girl. Fill you up until you're dripping, until that tight little cunt can't take anymore," and then he bends, throwing her back over his shoulder and carting her up to the room.

And if we want to get real nasty--he absolutely uses a plug after. Doesn't let a single drop out, just slides a plug in as she whimpers from sensitivity, tutting her softly and curling around her.

"Mine," he murmurs as he taps the base of the plug softly, "Mine and only mine."

[lihikainanea]

This is a long angsty thought I had so I apologize: Bill and Tiger on vacation with friends and this is the first one with a few new editions to the group. Tiger gets along with all of them, but one night the girl reveals she wants to get with Bill. While Tiger gets a flare of jealousy, the calming waves and shining moon makes her feel a little more vulnerable than normal. She plays it cool, but she can’t help noticing how this girl is nice, she’s a solid friend from what Tiger can tell. She bottles up her emotions from the conversation, going straight to bed without texting or visiting Bill’s room. He’s slightly worried, of course, but just figured she got wasted. She had given him a key to her room so he walked in late to get some lovin, but she’s asleep. He sees the tears on her face, still wet and he knows somethings wrong. She wakes up from his stare and she loses it. He tries being stern with her, but he knew it was really bad when that didn’t work. She sadly tells him and he doesn’t say it’s dumb or that she’s overthinking. He just kisses her, plain stupid, grabbing her face and pulling her onto him. “Every time I look at you, kid. Every single time I look for you specifically and that won’t change.” He says, the warmth in her chest makes her head spin, and she smiles which he returns. “Plus, she spent the night with another guy hear yesterday, she was probably just a little vacation lovesick, just like another girl I know” He says, pinching her bottom. (Okay I’m done, but when she feels up to it he definitely fucks her so good she’s speechless and has to keep repeating that she’s his.)

Ohhhh sweet nani, the thoughts you have given me.

Thank you.

Thank you.

I love it when tiger just kind of gets all up in her head about this thing she has going with Bill, because goddamn if that ain't relatable eh? My friends and I talk about this a lot, about the differences in the way men and women approach dating or hell, even hitting on someone. And we have come to one main conclusion: men will almost always approach and hit on someone WAY the fuck out of their league, and women seldom will.

I don't know about ya'll, but when I see an insanely attractive guy I just like...shut down. I stare at my feet. I mumble. I blush. I want the ground to open up and swallow me whole--and the last thing on my mind is "yo, I'mma hit on this tall drink of water." Like, I would literally rather pull my own teeth out than hit on a guy that is so ridiculously attractive and so COMPLETELY OUT OF MY LEAGUE.

But dudes? Dudes will see a solid 10 walking down the street and think "Thank god I'm a fucking 14 because that bish is mine." It's actually incredible. Like, it's a scientific phenomenon.

For all the confidence that us women lack, the wrong men seem to have absorbed it all by fucking osmosis.

Fascinating.

ANYWAY. I'll bet tiger feels like that a lot. Bill is just...he's so much, you know? On the surface level there's his insane good looks, his height, the fact that he's a rich motherfucker, and he's famous. All of that weighs on tiger's mind, yes, but then she's even worse off because she knows what's underneath too. A kind, gentle mammoth of a man, the most empathic person she has ever met, someone who is incredibly sensitive and who takes such good care of her, worries over her, tries every day to make her happy. And tiger just...tiger will never understand how she got so lucky.

But then alright, it's time for another friend vacation and this time there are a few new additions. People try not to make a big deal out of it but somehow there always is just a slight check in with Bill--nobody does it outright because god Bill would be mortified and so would everyone else, but there is definitely a few mentions of new people joining the vacation and it gives Bill a chance to back out if he's not comfortable with the idea.

And maybe tiger really does genuinely hit it off with one of the girls. She's a real firecracker, and the exact type of person that tiger respects. She's funny, she's pretty as all hell, she's not afraid to make a bit of a fool of herself to make everyone laugh. This girl eats like a trucker and swears like a sailor, and tiger thinks she's good people. So much so that one night maybe the boys go off and do their own thing, macho bonding or some shit, and tiger and this girl grab some drinks and have some good girl bonding time.

But then it happens. A few drinks in, it happens. And this girl absolutely isn't trying any in vino veritas bullshit, this is really just the first opportunity she's had to drill a little deeper.

"So what's his deal?" she asks. Tiger blinks, sips her drink.

"Who's deal?" she replies. But tiger knows exactly who.

"Bill," she says, "Is he single?"

"Oh, uh," tiger knocks back another big sip of her drink, "...Yeah. Yeah he's single."

Because what is she supposed to say? No, he's taken? Then that would lead to questions about why he's on this vacation alone.

The girl gets a devious smirk, steeples her fingers together--and tiger just wants to hit something, because goddamn this girl is cute. Adorable, even. And when she gives a little whoop and a dorky fistpump, tiger feels her stomach drop to the floor--not because she's after Bill, no no, even worse--because she's actually just so perfect for him.

"Diiiiiiibs," the girl says, "Man I've been eyeing that tall drink of water all trip."

"Ha, yeah," tiger stammers awkwardly and downs the rest of her drink, "He's a handsome one."

"Are you cool with it?" the girl asks, and actually places a concerned hand on tiger's knee, "I don't want to...come between anything. If there is anything." Dis bitch is cute as a button and kind. Fuck.

Tiger gives a casual shrug.

"Why wouldn't I be cool with it?" she says, "I....don't have any claim to him."

"Would it be weird for you?"

"Go for it," she mumbles.

And tiger wants to tell this girl to back off, that Bill is claimed, and that Bill is being claimed every goddamn night of this vacation to the point where his back jammed on him again and tiger had to ice it down this morning. But she can't say any of that--and in true tiger fashion, she just gets a little sad about it. Anger and ferocious defensiveness for Bill would be her first reaction if this girl was a real fucking idiot, but god she's just....she's so nice.

"Okay, okay okay okay," the girl smoothes her hair down, starts to look real serious, "Help a bitch out. What should I do?"

And poor tiger, tiger has to sit there the whole night while this girl actually schemes to get her claws into Bill. And tiger is almost forced to help.

She retreats back to her own room that night, nauseated, sad, and with raw emotions bubbling to the surface. And bless your heart sweet nani, bless your heart for knowing mine so well--because the shining moon absolutely gets to her, the call of the crashing waves. Tiger sits out on her balcony for a bit but she just cries. Just lets it all overwhelm her, lets herself feel every emotion she tried to reel in that night as she helped give a girl tips on how to get Bill. And when she's too exhausted, when it's all just too much--she goes to bed. She misses the text messages from Bill--doesn't even look at her phone, actually. Just curls up in Sad Girl form, all balled in on herself, and falls asleep.

And Bill thinks it's pretty strange that she's not responding, and it's even more strange that she didn't let herself into his room which they had agreed would be their place of rendezvous that night. So instead, he does a quick check of the hallways and then Pink Panther's his lanky ass against the wall before deftly swiping his key card in her door and opening it.

And that's exactly how he finds her, cheeks still wet, her own thumb in her mouth, all curled in on herself. Concerned, he traces a gentle finger down her cheek and she stirs.

"Tiger," he crouches down to be eye level with her, "What's wrong?"

She blinks sleepily, bristles a little, and swipes at her cheeks.

"Nothing," she croaks. Her throat is dry from crying, and she winces.

He doesn't say anything. Just brushes his thumbs across her cheeks, keeping her face in his hands.

"Tiger," he says sternly, "We have rules."

"Yellow," she says immediately, "I don't...I don't want--"

"Okay," he soothes, running his hands up her arms, "We won't. But tiger, can you tell me what's wrong?"

"Bill, it's nothing. Let's just go to sleep."

But like, she's cracking. There are fresh tears rolling down her cheeks now, and Bill knows she needs to let something out.

"It's me kid," he says softly, "You can tell me anything."

And like, tiger cracks. It opens the floodgates. She tells him everything--the entire conversation, every little detail of it. When she works herself up too much at some points, when he starts to hear a wheeze in her breath, he puts a steadying hand on her knee to help ground her. But she lets it all out--every detail, everything this girl said about him, everything tiger told her. She's full on crying again by the end, but Bill just listens. He listens, and he waits.

And you know what I love here, nani? God it's so important. Bill doesn't tell her she's nuts. Doesn't tell her she's foolish for ever thinking he wanted anyone but her. Because that's not what will get through to her. Instead, just like he always does--he loves her and reassures her in the way that she needs, in the way that she can recognize in that moment.

He waits as she pauses, waits to see if she'll continue, but she doesn't.

"Are you done?" he asks quietly. She nods.

"Can I say something now?" he ducks to catch her gaze, and she nods again. He pulls her into his lap.

"Tiger, it's you," he says simply, "It's you kid. Only, and always."

She sniffles, and he kisses her nose.

"Everybody else can try as much as they want. They can give it their best shot. It won't matter," he continues, "It's you, kid."

Ugh, my fucking heart. It gives her the reassurance that she needs. And listen, over the next few days, Bill finds little ways to reinforce that. Maybe this girl does take a shot at him--and he politely, gently shoots her down. Maybe when tiger is feeling ready for it, man he gives it to her so good that she has to stay in bed the next day, because she's walking funny. It's his secret glances, his small winks, his hand on her knee under the table, rising just a liiiiiiiittle high under the safety of the dark night club.

It's everything she needs, in the way that she needs it.

this ask was a gift nani, thank you.

[lihikainanea]

Vacations time!! What if Bill decides to take Tiger to a warmer place, somewhere without snow and cold. So they have this lovely cabain in some beach, like Bali or something like that where there are private villages. They wake up every morning to the sound of the waves and sun raising, sleeping naked every night and obviously having lots of “fun” 😉 getting in their private part of the ocean or maybe a pool, Tiger standing near it just admiring the view and Bill coming from behind, putting his hands around her waist and kissing her neck but then pushing her into the pool and him getting in there to and they’re “fighting” throwing water at each other and kissing and then they just end up having sex there...can you write something like that?? Please?!

PS. Sorry if my english is messy, it is not my first lenguage 🙈

Oh sweet nani, first and foremost, don’t EVER apologize for any language barriers! English is not my first language either, and you wrote everything perfectly.

Second of all, I purposely waited a few days before responding to this, to when I knew I would be in a sun-filled, warm, ocean-circled country so I could really immerse myself into it. (Note: I STARTED this when I was in a tropical place, and now I’m finishing it in freezing Canada. Goddamnit.)

I tend to default to winter wonderland scenarios for vacations just because I am a tried and true Canadian, and because I love winter. But I do also have a soft spot for the tropical holidays, as my entire #vacation Bill tag would prove.

I like to think that every once in awhile, ‘Ole Moneybags strikes and he splurges on a real nice vacation. Maybe he justifies it after a very, very tough shoot--but you know, he doesn’t justify for his sake. He justifies it for tiger’s, who still gets so angry with him whenever he spends money on her. But if he pleads a little, if he tells her how tired he is, how tough this shoot was on his mind and on his body, how all of his muscles ache, how much he needs a break--tiger is a lot easier to convince, and a lot more likely to go along with the extravagance and not complain too much about it.

They go somewhere real far, real remote. Tiger bugs him to tell her how much the whole thing costs, but Bill doesn’t say a word. They get a private villa, one of those places on stilts right on the water. It comes with a butler service. There’s not another neighbour around for a mile. They have a private infinity pool out the back, elevated for a full view of the ocean, and out the front are stairs that lead you to crystal clear, turquoise blue oblivion. It’s the type of place where the cleaning staff make elaborate shapes out of their towels every day, leave rose petals on the bed in a beautiful display. There are always platters of fresh, decoratively cut fruit all over the villa. It’s opulent but understated, beautiful without being tacky. Bill is wearing those linen shirts that flow freely but somehow still stick to his bulked up frame. Tiger is wearing those sundresses that drive him wild.

Usually the seclusion would drove any couple a bit nuts--there’s nobody there but the two of them, in their own universe--but to these two idiots? that’s the dream. They wake up to the sound of the crashing waves, the sun barely peeking over the horizon. Neither one of them are morning people but it’s hard not to be when you’re in paradise. They sleuth their way from the enormous bed out onto the patio, where another sun bed is. The coffee is always waiting for them, and Bill still pours tiger a cup and brings it out to her. There’s not really a need to wear clothes--something Bill points out to her like, immediately--but tiger is still a little unconvinced--until she sees Bill fling his boxer briefs across the villa and basically never put them back on again. If Bill, who lives in a constant state of paranoia that someone will take a picture of him, can live so uninhibited then hell, so can she.

The nakedness inevitably leads to a lot of nefarious activity--because come on, Bill is all bronzed and his hair is lighter. Tiger’s tan lines are slowly fading for an even tone everywhere, her tatas are out and forever glistening in the salty ocean water, they’re both warm from the sun and drunk from the rum and each other.

There’s play fights in the ocean, splashing and trying to dunk each other and that leads to sex. Napping on the sun bed together, cuddling, and that leads to sex. Waking up to the sunrise leads to sex. Watching the sunset leads to sex. Tiger getting up in the middle of the night for a snack leads to Bill pouncing her in the kitchen. One morning, before even the coffee got there, Bill threw her into the infinity pool and pressed her front to the glass, slipping into her from behind. They were interrupted by the kitchen staff bringing in their breakfast and morning coffee, but Bill didn’t stop--just stayed pressed in deep to her, moving his hips subtly, and nobody could see anything from beneath the water anyway.

Tiger maybe calls for a few days break once they’re back, just because she’s not sure how much more her body can take. She’s covered in his love bites, she can’t walk properly, and somehow when she admits that--Bill just gets even more cranked up.

[lihikainanea]

tiger getting small while on vacation and she suddenly becomes paranoid that everyone can hear her (throwback to an old blurb of yours when she wasn’t getting that small yet) so she is panicking everytime they’re intimate, which bill is not going to let slide. he just wants her to let it out, but the poor bean is so anxious, she shuts down. it gets to the point where she can’t even enjoy herself in other aspects, like a dark cloud, so bill secretly switches them to a cute little cottage in the middle of nowhere and fucks her real good. she tries to hold back, but he coaxes her, and when she lets it out? bill thinks he’ll just pass out. her moans this time are those soft high pitched one because she’s just so small. she probably starts crying. i’m such a needy bitch lately idk what’s wrong with me.

Bish I am so here for this.

I think tiger is pretty vocal most of the time, just because her Big Dude hits it so good that she can't even hold it back, and most times she's so small for him and so spaced out that she doesn't even register how loud she's being, the moans she can't stop, the guttural sounds as she's blissed out. And like, for his part Bill loves it. It's his favourite sound in the world, when she whines for him, when he knows he's making her feel good. Bill wants all of it, wants her to yell and scream if she has to, cry, hell she can make goat sounds for all he cares--it's all good.

And while I am absolutely here for the times tiger has had to be real quiet when they're at his family's house, just to switch things up a little, what if this is like....a friend's vacation again? And there are so many elements to this.

Their friends don't know about them, so maybe tiger and Bill are still booking separate rooms like idiots. And maybe Bill always kind of speaks to the resort ahead of time, asks for two rooms to be conveniently located waaaaaayyyyy the hell on the other side of the complex so they don't have to worry so much and can sneak around a bit easier. It usually works like a charm--except this time. This time, somehow, all of the friends end up getting rooms that are side by side down a long hallway.

So there's this added factor that Bill can't be seen coming and going from her room, especially in partial states of undress, because that's weird. They can't have sex snuggle on the balcony, which is like their favourite thing to do in the wee hours of the night and into the break of dawn.

So not only is tiger worried about making noise--oh no no friend, we're taking it a step further here--she's worried about getting caught so she is like, flat out dead bolting her door so Bill can't even come in. And he's getting pissed because she keeps wearing those sundresses and she's covered in tanlines and he's going crazy, she's getting pent up because god he's just so bronzed and so golden and his eyes are so clear and green.

He finally manages to talk some sense into her, no doubt vaguely threatening, and he promises her that he'll be careful. He promises her that no one will see him sneak into her room. Maybe he even does it real casual like, steps out into the outdoor hallway at 1AM, leans on the post, has a smoke--and then just conveniently walks into tiger's room two doors down, instead of his own.

And god, it feels good. It's been too long and this whole forbidden element really gets her going but now she has another problem--she's worried someone is going to hear. Their friends are on either side and the walls at this resort are paper thin, and tiger is focusing so hard on staying quiet that nothing else is working for her. She's frustrated, her eyes are clenched so tight she has tears coming from them, and the only thing she can focus on is just...not making a sound. She's can't focus on how good he smells. She can't focus on how soft his lips are, how warm his tongue is, how blond his hair looks in the glow of the moonlight. She can't focus on it, because if she does she'll lose control and she's terrified someone will hear her.

"You can let go sweet girl," he tries to reassure her, tries to get her to release all those moans he loves to hear so much, "It's okay if they hear you. They know you're here. I'll be quiet."

But tiger just shakes her head. And god the poor girl needs a release so bad, but she just can't get there because she's so worried. And Bill has a rule that like, if tiger doesn't get there--then he doesn't, either. Because that's not fair. So he begrudgingly puts an end to their night, still hard as a rock, and just takes her in his arms for cuddles instead. And tiger feels even more terrible because she knows he needs a release, she wants to give him that, but he won't let her.

And I think the final straw for Bill is when he wakes up at 4AM to tiger's feet pushing on his butt, telling him to get out of bed and that he needs to leave and go back to his own room. Bill is pissed, and he gives her the stank eye the whole day.

He is absolutely unwilling to go this entire vacation without some good lovin', and without being able to wake up with tiger snug in his arms, sucking softly on his thumb. It's just not going to happen. Bill doesn't care if he has to pack up his shit and fly to another fucking resort--it's happening.

He bristles at her the whole day, like a petulant child. He tones is down a lot when he can see that she's actually getting small on him, when he can tell that she's spiralling a bit and really thinking that she did something wrong. He puts his hand on her back as they head to the bar for another round of drinks, rubbing softly.

"You're good for me sweet girl," he coos in her ear, "You're so good for me."

"You're mad," she mumbles, "...at me."

"I'm not mad at you kid," he reassures, "I just need you so bad."

She bites her lip, hiding a shaky sigh and he crowds her space a bit more.

"Are you going to let me fix it?" he asks, "Let me take care of it, so I can have you?"

She looks at him with those big eyes, and his heart fucking stops.

"I need to have you," he murmurs to her, "Will you let me fix it?"

She nods, subtly, and he smiles gently at her.

"Good girl," he says, "My good girl."

And he disappears for a little while that afternoon, reappearing only around dinner time. He finds tiger at the beach bar, playing cards with a few from the group.

"There you are," he says, "I've been looking for you, kid."

He plops a kiss on her head, and nobody flinches--that's pretty normal for them.

"What's up, bud?" she asks.

"We have that excursion in 30 minutes. You didn't forget, did you?"

Tiger catches on real quick.

"Oh shit, I totally did," she says as she stands, " Sorry bud. Let me go uh...grab my stuff."

Bill extends his hand to her, helps her climb over a few legs and over the table.

"See you guys in a bit," he waves a hasty goodbye to the group, and starts walking with her back to the lobby.

"Lobby in 15 minutes. An overnight bag, sunscreen, that bikini I love," he tells her lowly as she takes a mental note of what she needs, "Oh, and tiger?"

She looks up at him, a little thrill running down her spine.

"No panties."

She has to stop the little giggle from escaping, has to physically refrain from skipping to her room to grab her things. And for his part, Bill barely just catches his own hand as it was on its way to a firm smack on her ass.

She meets him as instructed, and he's leaning against a powder blue car from the 1950s that is so typical in these small tropical towns.

"M'lady," he opens the car door for her, helping her into it before going to the other side. He looks comically large in the car, more so than usual, and tiger chuckles.

"Can you even drive here?" she asks. He gives her a mischievous smirk.

"Let's find out."

it takes about 20 minutes. Tiger holds his phone up and dictates the directions--but eventually the little car starts chugging up a hill, and tiger is trying to ignore how turned on she's getting watching Bill expertly switch gears, manipulate the stick shift, get the car up that goddamn hill like a boss--and the she sees it. This beautiful villa, sprawling, she can already see the infinity pool and humongous outdoor deck and the floor to ceiling windows, but most of all--she can't see anything, or anybody else. The villa stands alone, at the top of a mountain.

"Bill--" she starts, but it's cut off abruptly when his big hand covers her mouth. He doesn't say anything, just leans over and kisses her deeply. So deeply that they get a bit lost in it because goddamn it feels good to be able to do that again, but he snaps to his senses when tiger starts trying to crawl over the console and straddle his lap.

"Inside," he says breathlessly, "Let's go inside."

It's a hasty entrance. The bags are thrown by the entryway. The champagne that Bill had chilling on ice since the afternoon is ignored. Food will be delivered later, and he purposely chose a time where he knew they'd be able to get a few rounds in before they were disturbed. He shakes out his shoulders, trying to reel in his desire for just a second, and right as he's about to tell tiger to get on her knees he turns and sees that she's already kneeling for him.

"Good girl," he praises, walking over to her. He looms over her, snapping his fingers so she meets his eyes, and he takes her chin in his hand.

"Tiger, I have rules tonight."

"Yes," she murmurs, "Okay."

She mouths at his thumb, tries to close her lips around it, and he gives it to her. Her shoulders relax as she all but deflates.

"No panties for the next 24 hours. If I see them on you, I'm ripping them off," he says, "Understand?"

"Yes," she sighs breathily.

"You get everything you want tonight sweet girl, but if it's too much, then you tell me," he says, "Understand?"

"Yes."

"What are your words?"

"Yellow," she murmurs around his thumb, "Or pineapple."

He nods curtly.

"Last rule, and the most important one," he pulls his thumb from her mouth so that he has her full attention, shushing her harshly when she whines.

"If you're quiet for longer than 3 seconds, if the walls don't fucking shake with your moans for me, I'll fucking stop," he snarls, "Do you understand me?"

[lihikainanea]

OH MY GOD LEI PARDON MY DIRTY MIND BUT WOULD BILL MAKE HER COME WHILE SHE WORE THE PLUG THAT HELD HIS RELEASE INSIDE HER??? MAYBE EVEN THAT GETS HIM GOING AGAIN SO HE FUCKS HER AGAIN??? AHHHHH

FIRST OF ALL, release[s]. Bold of you to assume he had just one--he didn't. You know he had multiple.

SECOND OF ALL--please baby, allow me to indulge in another thought slightly off the mark? Because I can't stop thinking about it.

Third of all, what a delicious thought in general. Because look, tiger is all filled up right? And Bill is still out of his goddamn mind with possessive vibes, with knowing he's the only one who has ever gotten this privilege, and tiger is feeling like she's damn fine with being owned.

And she's so sensitive, so overstimulated, but he just can't help it--knowing that she's lying there, still squeezing her thighs around a plug, so full of his come. It's enough to get him going all over again but instead he just reaches a hand between her legs, runs a gentle finger up her slit. She presses her thighs shut and squirms, lets out a low whimper--but he hushes her, sliding his thumb into her mouth and wedging his hand between her closed legs.

"One more," he says, stroking his finger gently over her clit, "One more for me, sweet girl."

He has to be so gentle, barely touching her, his finger just hovering over her nub as he draws gentle circles on it. She bites down, writhes a little as the pleasure-pain courses through her, squeezes her legs together and just lets out this guttural, drawn out moan as she spasms again.

And like, Bill is fucking obsessed. He's obsessed. Knowing that he's the only one who has ever spilled inside of her, knowing that she's full of his come--god he didn't think it was possible again tonight, but suddenly he's hard as a rock.

He moans into her neck, reaching down and tapping the plug softly.

"Can you take me again sweet girl?" he murmurs, "Just one more time?"

He twists it gently and tiger moans, but then she whines. She doesn't want him to move it, doesn't want him to touch it, doesn't want him to pull it out even if it means she gets to be filled up with him again. She's floating too blissfully, feeling owned and possessed by him, filled by him, she's too full in all the ways she loves and he doesn't want to pull her out of that head space in any way.

But then tiger pushes at him a little--clumsily--but she manages to get enough space to turn over onto her stomach, whining a bit as she balances on her knees and pushes her ass up. Bill could fucking die. He could fucking explode on the spot, and instead he lets out a loud, uncontrollable groan thats deep in his throat.

"Here sweet girl?" He runs a finger over her lower back, down over her hole, "Can I fill you up here too?"

She whimpers, pushing back against his finger. It's the biggest exercise in self-restraint Bill thinks he has ever had to show, not to fist her hair and push her head into the pillow, and slam into her while she's on her knees with her ass up like that for him.

They don't fall asleep that night so much as they just...eventually pass out. But tiger wakes up the next morning to his gentle hands roaming all over her body, his velvety voice in her ear. It takes a lot of convincing to get her into the bath, to take the plug out and finally get her clean, and I'll bet she gets real small and real grumpy on him because she just feels so empty after.