His hand was shaking. Soon the emotions he was able to push down would come rearing their ugly heads. The high of the kill was wearing off and that was the worst part. It was exhausting and he was going to have to work on pushing everything back into those tiny boxes in his mind to lock them away. Billy just couldnt deal. The way he knew how was to take others lives and he had the most fun playing god. In those moments, nothing mattered. Not his mom leaving, not his alcoholic father, not even his pain in the ass girlfriend. All that mattered was making sure there was no light left in his victims eyes. He shook his hand as if that would somehow get rid of the antsy feelings that came crawling up. Not even the desperate draw off his cigarette was going to help. Maybe he and Stu needed to go out again. Though that wasnt the plan but Billy was not just addicted to the act of murder and the rush that came with it, he was addicted to how everything seemed to fade away except that high. It was intoxicating. Better than alcohol and sex, both were runner ups but they never really took the edge off. Truth be told, he was miserable. He was broken and looking for any way he could to make those feelings go away. Stu knew that Billy was far from okay. He was the only one who Billy trusted. Everyone else got a facade he carefully crafted but Stu saw the moments where Billy was struggling to keep it together. He saw Billy in the night when he finally allowed himself to sleep, only to be plagued by nightmares of his parents. As he took another drag off his cigarette, squeezing his fist to stop the tremors, his mind played recaps of the night before. Casey and Steve. He didnt care for Casey but then again, besides Stu, who did he care for? He took a deep breath, choosing to focus on how good everything felt last night. The warm blood, the thrill of the chase and hunt. Leaving her where her parents would find her. All the sick shit he left behind. To Billy that was thriving but it didnt last like he needed it to. Now his body felt heavy and he was exhausted but he avoided sleep as much as possible these days. While most used sleep as an escape, Billy wasnt quite as lucky. He flicked the ash off his cigarette, watching it fall to the ground before shaking his head like an etch a sketch. As if that would erase the whispering voices he was starting to hear. Things were starting to get loud again and that was dangerous. Not just for Billy but everyone around him.
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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
soft and tender. He doesn't rush to clean up, and would rather spend the immediate moments after with you in his arms, stroking your cheek, your back, and offering whatever affection you can welcome.
B = Body part (their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
he knows how much you love his hands and he learns to take care of them for your sake - hand cream in the winter and when he remembers, letting you cut his cuticles. He also likes when he gets the 'v' across his hips and lower stomach. He loves your breasts, and will utterly worship them for hours if he can.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
Billy both hates and loves seeing his come on you. On the one hand, he doesn't like 'degrading' you - he's watched enough porn to know that it can be a dirty and degrading thing, and he thinks you're above it. But on the other hand... you ARE his. You belong to him, or at least that's how he feels deep, deep down.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
when he was lonely, he spent money on personalised camgirl experiences. There's nothing shameful about paying for sexual experiences, but because it was rooted in a lot of his shame and isolation, he would never, ever admit to it. It's his 'dirty' secret.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
he has experience in both long-term relationships, and short-term arrangements. He's average in bed, nothing amazing in general, but when he's in love with his partner, the depths of his devotion can make sex incredible.
F = Favourite position (this goes without saying)
missionary on the sofa where he can balance himself with one foot on the floor, one knee on the cushion.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
depends on the situation, and who he's with! When he's with someone he loves, he can really let go and not focus too intensely on what's happening, and so he can laugh more easily. But a lot of the time he puts pressure on himself to 'perform' well - when he's in that mindset, laughter can make him feel laughed at, rather than with. That can make him pretty serious.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
in his flop era, he's unkempt, on the dirtier side of unkempt. When he's in a stable and healthy relationship, he's always clean. He grooms a bit - trims rather than shaves between his legs. The smattering of hair on his chest is left as is for the most part, but he will occasionally wax. He's not hairy on his back.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
with a partner he loves, he is very romantic in the moment - he's all soft touches, long looks, devoted kisses. Your comfort and pleasure is paramount to him, and even if he's fucking you within an inch of your life, he still tells you how much he loves you, how good you are for him. If it's slow and steady, he'll stroke your hair and kiss your temple and smile so sweetly at you.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
if he's in a relationship, he jacks off to clear the pipes, as it were. He usually likes to orgasm once every two days or so, but this can vary depending on what anti-depressants he's on. He no longer uses porn to jack off, and you've sent him enough voice notes, videos, photos, for him to find completion with just a few tugs.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
daddy kink. This was discovered by accident after he leaned into a soft!dom role. One thing led to another in the moment, and the 'D' word slipped out. He realised that it filled him with pride, because for the first time, he really felt in control, and like he had someone to take care of and make feel good. It's a secret thing that he doesn't share with anyone unless he's in a committed relationship with them.
L = Location (favourite places to fuck)
nothing beats the comfort of home. The sofa is his all time favourite place - not only because it allows for a great number of positions, but because when company comes over, he can look over at it and think of how he had you mewling there an hour ago.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
Billy is a young man - a gust of wind can get him going. But aside from the obvious (a lingering glance that lasts too long, holding his hand a little too tight, touching his chest innocently, and so on and so forth), being hugged from behind. Feeling you press your body against his from behind, your breasts against his back, your hands on his stomach or chest, makes him feel really good. Being reassured and praised outside of a sexual context also turns him on, because it creates a safe space for him where he feels valued. Feeling safe makes him horny as hell around you.
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
Hardcore BDSM and related activities. More taboo sexual acts don't interest him.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
Billy Washington is a pussy eating champ. He is a total whore for pussy - he gets on his knees and it's the only thing on his mind. He worships it, devotes himself to it, gets drunk on it. He can come from eating pussy alone, it turns him on so fucking much. If he could only participate in one sexual act for the rest of his life, it would be performing oral. And like a true artist, he's always perfecting his craft.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
it varies, but he's more likely to be on the slower and more sensual side with someone he loves - you've got all the time in the world, why rush?
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
they're alright, but he'd rather wait hours for a time when you can take your time and enjoy it, rather than rush it. He'd be more up for a mutual handjob to relieve the tension, rather than oral or penetrative sex where he'd prefer to take his time.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
he's less likely to take risks than his partner. He likes to play it safe in terms of location, but if he does take a risk (for example, with a new position) he's more likely to just give it a go rather than talk about it beforehand (because he's usually too embarrassed to find the words). Usually, whatever you want to try, he'll go along with it!
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
put a cock ring on him, and Billy will last as long as you want him to, even if it makes him red and sore and weeping. In the beginning of his sex life, like many young people, his stamina was minimal. However, as he gets older, and gets properly medicated, his stamina improves. Sometimes the medication means he lasts too long, but that's okay!
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
yes - he has a fleshlight, and for you, he's invested in grinders. He loves to strap one to his thigh and help you grind to orgasm on it. He's also up for small butt plugs, cock rings (vibrating or otherwise), magic wands. Nothing kinky, really, but toys that can enhance your play together.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
only a little - he can't deny you anything, really, so if you beg and plead, he's powerless
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
with someone he loves, he can be vocal, especially if he's reassured that his sounds are welcome. The more he's encouraged, the more free he is. Whimpers, soft begs, loud moans, throaty cries - he will let you hear it all, if you'll make him feel safe to do so.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
like most British men, he's uncircumcised. He loves his foreskin being teased.
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
tall and lanky, and he can get definition with minimal effort in the gym. Well hung even when soft, but not well-endowed enough to cause pain.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
moderate - he's happy to have sex no more than 2-3 times a week, although if you wanted it every day he would definitely be able to keep up. That being said, he is perfectly happy to sort himself out. He'd prefer to cuddle with you in bed every night without you feeling any kind of pressure to engage in acts you're not in the mood for - and he makes sure you know this, too.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
with someone he loves, he'll fall asleep pretty quick - he feels safe. He wishes he could stay awake longer just to enjoy your company and watch your lovely face, but sometimes the relaxation is just too great, and it's sleep time!
How old do you have to be to fall in love? Not a crush or infatuation that will last months or maybe even years if you're lucky. But a lifetime. A soul breaking , earth shattering, life changing kind of love? I was 3.
My mama, God rest her soul, had terrible taste in men. Her last lover ended up killing her, which was how I ended up at an orphanage. I can't remember much of mama anymore, but I remember Billy Mine like it was yesterday. There wasn't any next of kin to take care of me so my case worker had to drop me off at the nearest orphanage.
Billy was in the office the day I arrived. He was an angry sullen boy, with large dark eyes & a dimple in his chin. His arm is in a sling. I was only 3, but I wasn't afraid of him. No matter how hard he glared at me. I knew he belonged to me. I owned him as much as I owned my stuffed rabbit in my arms. I pulled away from the case worker, running across the room to hold the beautiful boy's hand, to claim him as mine. I slipped my hand in his, smiling up at him, but all I got was a frown before my case worker caught up to me, pulling me away. "No!!" I twisted and wiggled my way free, returning to the boy's side. I grabbed on to the leg of his pants, kicking out with a chubby leg as the lady tries to come after me, ready to put up a fight.
My boy kneels down & I throw myself into his arm, being careful of his injury & whispered, "mine." He freezes, not knowing what to do with me. I rest my head on his good shoulder & pat his cheek. He sets me away from him. He picks up my rabbit that I dropped "You can't stay with me, Bunny."
"Yes," poking him with my little fingers. "Mine."
He breaks into a grin, "Not Mine. Billy."
"Billy, mine." And I laugh because nothing made me so happy as to claim him for myself.
Billy's social worker comes out to get him & he see's that I'm ready to throw a tantrum. I'll fight her if she thinks she's takin' Billy Mine from me. "Hey, Bunny? If you be good, I'll see you later, ok?"
"No."
"You have to be good & listen." Looking back on it now, him, of all people telling me to be good & listen. I shake my head at him & he places my rabbit in my arms. "I'll see you later, Bunny."
And that's how I found my Billy. It took us decades for the time to be right, to bring us together again. But I knew. I always knew.