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mrsaltieri-real · 3 months

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First Love, Familiar Love (Billy Loomis x Fem!AFAB!Reader)

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Warnings: language, smut, oral, (fem receiving) fingering, p in v, creampie, cheating, (kinda) first love, semi-public sex, light dirty talk, pre-established toxic relationship.

A/N: I’m so happy to have (finally) written my first full length Billy Loomis fic! I’ve done a lot of Ethan and a fuck ton of Mickey, how dare I have taken so long to write for the fine as fuck OG! Going to dabble in some poly!Ghostface soon which I’m very excited about but for now, sit back, relax and I hope you enjoy!

@darklylucid I have a feeling your Billy loving self will get a kick outta this for sure ;)

You’d never given much thought to relationships since your last. The thought of never having another first filled you with an undeniable sense of unease. No more first kisses, first date, first fuck, what was the point?

Why commit yourself to a long life of repetition when you could simply carry on having firsts? Especially when you couldn’t have the person you’d already had your firsts with anymore.

Billy was someone you hadn’t paid much attention to, not since the two of you had ended your very brief yet even more intense relationship a few years back.

The two of you were young, stupid and each other's firsts. It wasn’t a healthy relationship by any means, and it ended as such. Even though you knew it was definitely for the best, you knew there was a part of you that didn’t think it was over. Not yet.

He was hot, undoubtedly having grown into himself over the years when you’d stopped paying attention, but he had also grown more serious. He constantly looked like he was deep in thought, gnawing on the tip of his pen in class whilst clearly not paying attention on the few occasions you’d find your eyes drifting over to him, seeing him completely lost in his own mind.

You didn’t run in the same social circle anymore, inside of school or out. Although that being the case, your friend and colleague at the video store, Randy most certainly did.

It never made much sense as to why Randy would hang around with the likes of Billy Loomis. Other than their shared affiliation of horror movies, they seemed to merely tolerate each other, if that. You were met with the angry rambling of what Billy had done that day from Randy, listening to the boy curse about how much of an asshole he was.

How could you possibly begin to forget about Billy when he was brought up practically all of the time?

“If he’s so much of an asshole, stop hanging out with the guy.” You’d suggested after a particularly long rant from Randy about him, mindlessly drumming your fingers on the counter.

Randy scoffed, pulling the red vine he was chewing on out of his mouth before replying, “I’ve been friends with the rest of them for years, I’m not just gonna stop hanging out with them because Billy Loomis is a fucking asshole.”

You rolled your eyes, sarcastically holding up your hands in surrender. “Fine, fine, whatever. You go home and chill the hell out, I’ll close up.”

Randy hopped down from the register, patting you on the shoulder as you said goodbye.

Being here by yourself was always better anyway. You liked to clean and organize, finding order in the never ending chaos, but it never surprised you just how messy the store would get by the time closing rolled around. The popcorn machine Randy had recommended to the manager like an idiot needed a thorough deep cleaning, kernels were scattered everywhere, tapes were placed in the wrong section, some of them somehow seemed to be missing altogether.

Fucking mahem.

You heard the tingling of the bell above the door as it swung open. “Sorry, we’re closed,” you called out, not bothering to look up from your sweeping.

The door clicked closed quietly and you briefly paused before glancing up.

Billy stood leaning against the counter, his fingers drumming lightly against the withered old wood. He was quite clearly relishing in your confused expression as you looked back at him with cautious eyes.

“Hey… Billy.” You said, eyeing him briefly. “Randy’s gone home.”

“Oh, I know. I was waiting for him to leave.” Billy picked up a tape that was laying beside him, flipping it over to read the cover.

Your confusion and curiosity continued to grow, but it turned into annoyance when you realised you’d actually have to continue to talk to him.

“That’s kinda creepy.” You muttered, letting the broom rest against a glass case. “We’re closed.” You said again, pointing at the clock.

He didn’t look at it, his eyes flickering up from the case to favour resting on you instead.

“Are you fucking him?”

You looked at him, eyebrows arching a fraction. “Am I fucking who?”

“Randy.”

You couldn’t help the laugh that burst through your lips, shaking your head in disbelief as you grabbed the broom again. You’d forgotten the fucking nerve of this guy. “Go home, Billy.”

You heard the clatter of the tape hit the counter as he began to stride toward you. “So, you are?”

“Yeah, I’m not dignifying that with a response.” He stopped about a foot away, his hand resting on the freshly cleaned glass display with all the rare tapes. “Can you, like, not? I just cleaned that.” You sighed, stepping forward to slap his hand away.

He didn’t move as you did so, seeming to find your reaction more funny than anything. “You haven’t changed much.” He commented, bringing his free hand up to swipe some loose hair out of his face.

You ignored his comment, looking up at him and feeling nothing but irritation. “Billy, what do you want, seriously? Because the sooner I clean up here, the sooner I can go home.”

Billy shrugged, drumming his fingers against the glass. “I don’t know, I was walking home, saw Randy leave, noticed you were by yourself. Thought you’d appreciate the company.”

“Mmhm. Sure.” You sighed, moving to step around him and deciding to just act like he wasn’t there. That’s when it hit you, the all too familiar scent of his cologne. It smelled exactly like the one you’d gotten him for his birthday a couple of years back. The smell rekindled the brief yet fond memories you’d had with him and it made your heart skip a beat.

Billy had noticed your pause and his face turned from indifferent to slightly concerned. He said your name, tilting his head down to look at you.

You looked up at him, blinking a few times before shaking your head. “Go home, Billy.” You said again, though your voice wasn’t anywhere near as confident.

“I miss you.”

Those three words made you flinch, your grip on the handle of the broom tightening. You didn’t want him to miss you, you didn’t want him to be thinking about you. Didn’t he have a girlfriend now?

I asked him as much and he half smiled, shaking his head. “Sidney? Nah, I’m seeing her, sure, but it’s not… like that.”

“Oh, so your girlfriend isn’t putting out so you thought you’d pop along and see if I would?” Billy seemed to ignore you, his eyes trailing across your body. You felt your cheeks heat up as he did, those annoyingly magnetic brown eyes felt like they were boring straight into your damn soul.

“No, like I said I was walking home and saw you by yourself.” His smile grew a touch, watching your face for any kind of reaction.

Liar. But why did you find yourself falling for it?

“I’m not fucking Randy.” You said quietly. He finally looked into your eyes, the half smile turning into a grin. “Oh, I know. But I needed to try and start a conversation with you somehow, didn’t I?“

You caught yourself smiling as you shook your head. “Asshole.”

Billy chuckled as he brought up his hand, letting his fingers glide across your cheekbone. “Missed you.” He said again, his voice much softer this time without a hint of teasing.

Why were you falling for this crap? Was it because he was your first? First fucking everything? Probably. But you caught yourself not caring as you leaned into his warm touch, letting the familiarity wash over you entirely.

“Missed you.” You echoed softly.

His smell was intoxicating, familiar. Who cares if you’d hardly spoken to him in years? Who cares that it took you this long to get over him entirely.

His lips touched yours before you finished your train of thought. Comfortable. Familiar. You felt yourself melt into it, your fingers curling around the soft material of his plaid shirt as you pulled yourself closer to him, his thumb still gently grazing your cheek.

Fuck, he’d missed you. How your lips tasted, how your breath would quiver and shake every time he was close to you. He couldn’t remember why he was ever stupid enough to let you go entirely.

Before he and Stu put their plan into motion, he knew he had to do this, he had to be with you at least once more time. Taste you, touch you, feel you. Because once he was “serious” with Sidney, he wouldn’t be able to lead you on like that. Not you, you were always his.

His kiss turned more possessive than gentle, his hands sliding down to your waist and under your shirt, his blunt fingers digging into your soft, bare skin. He felt your breathing hitch against him as he pulled your body impossibly closer to his, letting you feel him hardening against you.

It wasn’t long before he’d picked you up and placed you on the glass, hoisting your skirt around your waist and carefully pulling your baby pink panties down your legs, letting his fingers brush your inner thigh as he did.

“Fuck, look how fucking wet you are for me.” He groaned, sliding his finger between your velvety folds to collect the moisture before he brought it to his lips. You were pathetically oversensitive, your cunt clenching around nothing the moment he touched you.

He liked that, he’d forgotten how needy you were, how much your body reacted to the slightest of advances. He couldn’t help but smile as he continued to tease, fingers grazing your sensitive skin, barely even touching you.

It dawned on you how long it had been since you’d been touched like this, and you craved more.

“Please, Billy.” You whined, beginning to grow uncomfortable with the lack of stimulation.

For once, he didn’t need much prompting.

His mouth latched onto your aching clit, sucking at it hungrily and growing at your familiar taste he’d missed so much. His hands pushed your legs further apart for better access, feeling how you throbbed against his mouth. Your hands automatically fell into his soft hair, biting your bottom lip as you tugged at it, your head falling back.

He’d been good with his mouth before, but he’d definitely gotten better. His skilled tongue flicked over your clit, one of his hands moving from your thigh to plunge two fingers inside of your cunt as he continued to lick and suck.

“Oh!” You groaned out, fingers tightening in his hair as you pulled his face impossibly closer to you. He curled up his fingers in response, pressing against the spongy tissue and making your body jerk in response. He knew your body far too well, and had clearly never forgotten how to make you respond to him.

He didn’t want you to cum, not yet. He pulled away all too soon, smiling as he saw the all too familiar mixture of turned on and pissed off gracing your features. He straightened up, his hand moving to grip the base of your hair tightly, making you look up into his brown eyes.

“Do you want it?” He asked, voice smooth and even as ever. All you could do was faintly whisper “yes” in response. That’s all he needed.

Billy didn’t drop his eyes from yours as he smoothly unbuckled his belt, pulling it off and discarding it thoughtlessly, his pants coming down shortly after, but only part way down his ass. He just didn’t want to waste any time.

One of his hands dropped to your waist, the other pumped his cock a few times before nestling the tip at the entrance of your aching cunt. You whined softly, wriggling a little only to be grounded by his large hand before he pushed himself inside of your soaked hole.

You couldn’t help the gasp as he filled you, suddenly feeling deliciously full. Familiarly full. He seemed to feel it too, a soft groan in your ear as he pulled you closer to him by your hips.

“Fuck, I’ve missed this cunt so much.” He sighed into your hair, savouring the feeling of your cunt engulfing him for the first time in years. You were growing more and more impatient, needing movement and friction and he chuckled at you desperate movements from under his grounding hands. “I forgot how impatient you are.”

“Billy, just… Fuck me for God’s sake.” You’d meant for it to come out as an order, but it came out as a plea. He chuckled again, slowly rolling his hips back just to snap the forward again sharply, the sensation making you jolt and sigh into his shoulder.

“So bossy, aren’t you, sweetheart? Some things never change, hm?”

You ignore his teasing voice, your focus entirely surrounding how good his cock made you feel so fucking effortlessly. He hardly even had to try and here you were, already a leaking mess for him.

He held you more securely, one of his hands firmly pressing against the small of your back whilst the other swiftly tucked under your knee, holding your leg more securely around his waist as he fucked you.

He knew your body better than you did, he knew what drove you wild. The kisses he scattered across your neck and down your collarbone drove you insane. The way his fingers would dig into your skin, his breathing in your ear, the filth he was whispering to you…

“Fuck, Billy please don’t stop.” You begged him, pushing yourself down against him greedily, which he thoroughly enjoyed. He continued fucking your on the glass display case as he laughed out, “Think I’m gonna? No fucking way. Been thinking about getting back into this cunt for far too long.”

His words made you moan louder, your fingers clinging to his bicep, nails digging into the toned muscle harshly. He let out something akin to a growl, his own fingers digging into your soft skin hard enough to undoubtedly leave bruises in their wake.

He fucked you in a way you feared only her was able to, slamming into your convulsing pussy vigorously, ruthlessly. Your head fell back, eyes beginning to roll as you felt yourself being dragged closer and closer to the edge. Your clit bumped against him with every thrust, the stimulation only making you feel weaker and weaker. He watched your face, the look of pure ecstasy only making him more and more desperate to cum. No way he was about to pull out.

“Billy… Close…” You managed to utter out. In the past, that was his cue to prepare to pull out. But right now? Fuck that. He held you tighter, his fingers sliding from your hip to your clit to drag circles across it, feeling your cunt tense around him as he did.

“Do it.” He said, his own voice a little breathless.

You couldn’t think, could only focus on how fucking good he was making you feel. Your body stuff ended for a second before you came on his cock, your head falling forward onto his shoulder as you heard him let out a loud groan and a second later, his hot cum filling up your still convulsing pussy. But you didn’t care. Your body remained flush against his for a couple of seconds, soaking in the feeling of his cum filling you up so deliciously.

He gradually softened, pulling himself out of your stuffed cunt and casually pulling his pants back up before grabbing his belt.

You remained sitting on the glass case, Billy’s spunk mixed with your own wetness leaking out of you and making a mess of the glass. He couldn’t help but smile, shrugging once.

“Well, shit, you’ve got more of a cleanup to do now, my bad.”

You rolled your eyes at him, waiting for your thighs to stop trembling before jumping down from the display case and grabbing your panties, about to pull them back on before they were snatched out of your hand.

“What are you-“

“I think I should keep them. As a memento, you know?” He interrupted, the stupid smile that got you back into this situation illuminating his pretty face.

“Oh, right. Forgot how much you like to steal my underwear. Weirdo.” You muttered, squirming a little at the feeling of Billy’s cum leaking out of you onto your inner thighs.

Billy watched you squirm for a moment, the smile never faltering. “Mm. You know, I wish I’d cum inside you before. I like seeing you like this.”

You scoffed at him, shaking your head. “I have to clean up.” You said pointedly.

Billy raised an eyebrow a fraction, eyes flickering down toward your stained thighs.

“You’re telling me.”

#ahhh my first billy loomis fic #he’s been on my mind none stop #so here it is!#I’m so happy to finally have him officially on the roster #pretty angel #hope you enjoy!#scream #billy loomis smut #billy loomis #billy loomis x reader

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geminibsworld · 2 months

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DISCUSSION MATERIALS CASTTTTTT AHHHH

#tom blyth #billy the kid #tbosas #ballad of songbirds and snakes #billy the kid 2022 #coriolanus snow #tom blyth smut #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #tom blyth x reader #cornelius snow #he looks so good #ima suck his dick #discussion materials #handsome angel boy #billythekidedit #billy the kid smut #tomblythedit #tom blyth x you

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sycamorelibrary754 · 5 months

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Guardian Angel Masterlist

Summary: It took time, patience, and an intense personal as well as public effort for Wanda to be welcomed back into the Avengers after the Westview events. However, deep down, she didn't believe that she deserved to be accepted back. Billy and Tommy, somehow, managed to survive the destruction of the Hex. Now, Wanda's primary focus is rebuilding her life with her beloved sons. One Monday morning, when she went out for a simple coffee date with Natasha, she met you. You were the unexpected surprise that she didn't see coming, but maybe it's a positive kind of surprise.

Setting: This story takes place one year after the events of WandaVision, and assumes that the Multiverse of Madness did not occur.

Chapter List:

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Discussion: All posts related to this story will be #GuardianAngel. Feel free to ask questions! I love this story.

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your-stranger-halfblood-things · 1 month

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Stuilly be like:

#billy be talking about killing their friends and shit #stu be looking at him like he's the cutest angel ever #scream #scream 1996 #stu macher #billy loomis #billy loomis x stu matcher #stu macher x billy loomis #stu x billy #billy x stu

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thegr33nc0met · 3 months

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Masterlist

Scream

♥︎ Billy Loomis

Yandere Headcanons (Coming Soon)

Gifted Human Heart (Coming Soon)

♥︎ Stu Macher

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Dating Stu Macher Headcanons

Chubby Reader Headcanons (Coming Soon)

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♥︎ Mickey Altieri

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♥︎ Roman Bridger

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♥︎ Jill Roberts

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♥︎ Amber Freeman

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♥︎ Ethan Landry

Gifted Human Heart (Coming Soon)

Yandere Reader x Yandere Ethan x Chad (Coming Soon)

Yandere Ethan x MILF!Reader (Coming Soon)

♥︎ Quinn Bailey

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♥︎ Chad Meeks-Martin

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Slashers

♥︎ Norman Bates

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♥︎ Brahms Heelshire

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♥︎ Billy Lenz

Yandere Billy x Goth!Reader (Coming Soon)

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♥︎ The Grabber

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♥︎ Art The Clown

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♥︎ Corey Cunningham

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♥︎ Killer Klowns

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♥︎ Joe Goldberg

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♥︎ Love Quinn

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Gotham

♥︎ Ed Nygma/The Riddler

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♥︎ Oswald Cobblepot/The Penguin

Yandere Headcanons (Coming Soon)

♥︎ Jerome Valeska

Yandere Jerome x Skittish!Reader (Coming Soon)

♥︎ Jeremiah Valeska

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♥︎ Jervis Tetch

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♥︎ Victor Zsasz

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♥︎ Barbara Kean

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♥︎ Tabitha Galavan

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♥︎ Ecco

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Star Trek

♥︎ Spock

Hurt/Comfort/Smut (Coming Soon)

Skinny Reader Headcanons (Coming Soon)

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♥︎ Brad Boimler

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♥︎ Beckett Mariner

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♥︎ D'Vana Tendi

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♥︎ Samanthan Rutherford

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Peacemaker

♥︎ Adrian Chase

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Stranger Things

♥︎ Steve Harrington

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♥︎ Eddie Munson

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♥︎ Argyle

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♥︎ Jonathan Byers

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♥︎ Nancy Wheeler

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♥︎ Robin Buckley

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♥︎ Chrissy Cunningham

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♥︎ Jason Carver

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♥︎ Eden Bingham

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♥︎ Henry Creel

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♥︎ Stede Bonnet

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♥︎ Edward Teach/Blackbeard

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♥︎ Izzy Hands

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♥︎ Lucius Spiggs

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♥︎ Jim Jimenez

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♥︎ Oluwande Boodhari

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♥︎ Frenchie

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♥︎ Roach

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♥︎ Archie

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♥︎ Zheng Yi Sao

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Avatar

♥︎ Jake Sully

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♥︎ Neytiri

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♥︎ Norm Spellman

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♥︎ Tsu'tey

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♥︎ Tonowari

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♥︎ Ronal

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♥︎ Neteyam

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♥︎ Lo’ak

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♥︎ Kiri

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♥︎ Spider Socorro

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♥︎ Ao’nung

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♥︎ Tsireya

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♥︎ Miles Quaritch

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Wednesday

♥︎ Wednesday Addams

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♥︎ Enid Sinclair

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♥︎ Xavier Thorpe

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♥︎ Tyler Galpin

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♥︎ Ajax Petropolus

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♥︎ Larissa Weems

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♥︎ Morticia Addams

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Goosebumps

♥︎ Isaiah Howard

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♥︎ James Etten

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♥︎ Margot Stokes

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♥︎ Isabella Chen Lopez

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♥︎ Lucas Parker

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♥︎ Nathan Bratt

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♥︎ Harold Biddle

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Scott Pilgrim Takes Off/Vs The World

♥︎ Scott Pilgrim

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♥︎ Ramona Flowers

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♥︎ Wallace Wells

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♥︎ Envy Adams

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♥︎ Julie Powers

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♥︎ Matthew Patel

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♥︎ Lucas Lee

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♥︎ Todd Ingram

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♥︎ Roxie Richter

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♥︎ Ken and Kyle Katayanagi

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♥︎ Gideon Graves

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Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss

♥︎ Charlie Morningstar

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♥︎ Vaggie

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♥︎ Angel Dust/Anthony

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♥︎ Husk

Yandere Husk x TransMasc!Reader

♥︎ Sir Pentious

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♥︎ Lucifer Morningstar

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♥︎Vox

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♥︎ Blitzø

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♥︎ Moxxie

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♥︎ Millie

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♥︎ Stolas

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♥︎ Beelzebub

General SFW/NSFW Headcanons (Coming Soon)

♥︎ Fizzarolli

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♥︎ Asmodeus

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profoundmagazinenight · 5 months

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This is a message for Eric kripke, writer of the boys and supernatural. Please just please have Misha Collins guest star on the boys and give us destiel fans something 😭. Even tho supernatural didn't do justice to the characters, WE NEED IT.

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celestialmega · 7 months

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The X-Files - All Souls by Allen Coulter, Dan Angel, Billy Brown, Frank Spotnitz, John Shiban.

#tv show #tv shows #tv series #tv #Allen Coulter #Dan Angel #Billy Brown #Frank Spotnitz #John Shiban #The X-Files #the x files #The X-Files 5X17 #txf #txf s5 #dana scully #agent scully #scully

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dailyats · 8 months

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2.21 – "Through the Looking Glass" || 3.06 – "Billy" requested by @rampantwavess

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celestialspecial · 1 year

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Unholy

Devil!BillyRusso x Angel! Female Reader

They say all is revealed in death, but that's just not true. How did this path choose you? And why did you find yourself undeniably drawn to the beacon of sin himself?

Warnings: [18+] unprotected sex, smut, oral (female receiving), sacrilegious acts in a church{oops}, dirty talk, religious mentions

Song List Unholy- {obviously} by Sam Smith/Kim Petras The Devil is a Gentleman by Merci Raines 1121 by Halsey

The heavens had opened up and rain poured in heavy sheets across the bustling streets of the city. It didn’t delay the chaos of humanity, only dwindled it for a moment.

Thunder boomed in perfect tandem with the downpour, loud enough to rattle windows and set off a few car alarms. Darkness moved in, encasing the streets in night with only the streetlights glimmering off fallen raindrops.

It came in as it always does slowly, etching inch by inky inch in nightfall until everything was cloaked in it. As if the sun had never been up at all.

Everyone seemed to move fast around you. Hurrying home. Hurrying to the store. Hurrying….just hurrying. But not you.

You moved slowly, delicately, umbrella up, but the rain wouldn’t touch you even without it. Not that anyone would notice, in all their hurrying. A pristine cream colored coat over an equally clean dress.

Your boots splashed up water as you crossed the street, weaving in and out of people covering their heads with newspapers and hoods. A speck of light in a dark cloud.

Then you felt it. A crack of thunder louder than the last that had dogs barking and children crying out. Forks of lightning illuminated the bleak sky for a second.

Casting a vibrant silhouette over the sidewalk of the church before you. Flying buttresses scaling upwards to the sky. Steeples demanding notice and carved gargoyles and creatures of other worlds climbing the exterior.

As the storm seemed to worsen around you and the sidewalks emptied you sought respite in the opulent building before you. Drawn to it in a way, not to escape the rain, but to explore further.

The door creaked loudly as you pushed it open, falling closed behind you with a boom that echoed inside the expansive interior. High vaulted ceilings and ornate carvings surrounded you.

The massive church was empty. The only source of light coming from the offering candles that flickered dimly on either side of the aisles and the occasional burst of light from the sky outside.

Followed quickly by loud claps of thunder. You’d often count to see how far away the thunder and lightning were from each other but now it didn’t matter,they were perfectly matched.

The storm was above you in its entirety. Closing your umbrella and setting the drenched object off to the side as you moved further into the cathedral.

Not a soul in sight and yet you could almost hear the haunting and rhythmic vocalizations of a gothic choir. Your footsteps echoed as you moved up the aisle.

You found solace in these places of worship. Before your death and ever more now. You thought when you’d become an angel you’d be surrounded by holy light at all times.

That wasn’t the case. As made apparent by the ever brimming darkness the ebbed and flowed around you now. Only at certain times did that ethereal essence choose to shine.

Because if being a human was complicated, being THIS was even more so.

Your footfalls reverberated on the stones beneath you. Bouncing off the walls and filling the quiet space in between booms of thunder. Moving upwards through the nave of the church.

Another crack of lightning flooded the room with light and you realized then that you were fact, not alone.

A dark figure stood at the apse, turned away from you. Hands resting on what looked to be the altar. As darkness descended again you had to squint to even make out if it had only been a trick of the light.

You knew it hadn’t been. You intuition said otherwise.

“Are you even supposed to be here?” You called out. Stepping forward another few paces. The figure didn’t move. You could feel the floor seem to shake as the storm continued on outside.

As you got closer you could see the shape of a man come into form more clearly. Shoulders shaking. Crying? No. Silent laughter.

You didn’t need confirmation but when the next flash of light flooded the cathedral you saw the crawling shadow creeping down the nave towards your feet. A figure of a man, with horns and a pointed tail.

As darkness dashed over once more you gasped as the man had turned and moved just a foot before you in less time than it took the lightning to pass. Inhumanly fast. But of course, what else would you expect from the devil himself?

“Darling, it’s been too long. Is that what you’d call a welcome?” He snapped his fingers and a new chorus of offering lights that hadn’t been previously lit sparked up around you.

Casting an eerie reddish orange glow, but now he came more fully into view. Towering over you, slicked back hair the color of oil with the same amount of shine. Eyes so dark and deep you swore you could feel yourself choke for air attempting to escape them.

An inky suit, cleanly pressed with a stiff collar and matching black tie. Leather gloves affixed to his hands and disappearing beneath his sleeves. Pale skin that stood out against his jet colored shirt.

The only color on him was a blood red pocket square on his suit jacket. Your eyes immediately drawn to it. To escape his all encompassing and severe gaze. How he felt to be everywhere all at once was unnerving.

No horns or tail to be seen. To the untrained eye he was just a devilishly handsome man, and nothing more. But you knew better.

“You shouldn’t be here Billy.” The devil had no place in a church. This was your domain. A place for the downtrodden and weary, so you could keep them safe.

The corner of his mouth ticked up, brows furrowing in mock thought as he studied you. Undressed you with his ebony eyes, as he swiped a leather covered thumb over his bottom lip.

“Am I not also allowed to marvel in this place and all its…beauty?”

The last word came out clipped, succinct. As if he wasn’t sure that was the word he had intended to use from the beginning.

“Was it truly this place or something else?” You felt emboldened by his mockery. You’d expected this afterlife to be a stark contrast to your humanity but still you felt your heart race, cheeks gone ruddy. You still had so much left to learn.

His eyes beamed at you and your smart remark. Another fork of lightning struck the sky and his raven eyes glowed in a soul sinking hue of red. When the cool blackness descended again he was no longer in front of you.

Your eyes scanned the surrounding area looking for any sign of his demonic specter. Sure enough you saw him, returned to his spot at the altar, only this time on the opposite side facing you.

He ran a gloved hand along the stone slab as he moved from one side to the other. Stopping to pick up the golden goblet at the end turning it over in his hands, examining it.

“You know, back in the day these used to be made of real gold. And the wine? Well it was far better than what’s passing for drink nowadays.” He drifted his fingers over the top of the goblet and lifted it to his lips, drinking something from within.

“Why did you summon me here, Billy?” The slurping sound he made before discarding the cup to the ground with a loud metallic thunk, was downright filthy. And you’d be lying if you didn’t feel a tremor in your knees at it.

“Sweetheart, we’re of two different factions. I can’t summon you to do anything.” He was right. But the pull you felt towards him, well, it felt easier to stomach when the blame was placed on him and not you feeling drawn to a demon of your own accord.

“Do they not call you the king of lies?” You moved up the rest of the nave and towards the apse where he now resided. Picking up the empty chalice as you went. Placing it off to the side on a small table. “A throne carved for you made of greed and avarice. A heart black as night and a wicked tongue?”

He leaned forward on the altar, resting an elbow to prop up his chin whilst looking in your eyes.

“If you’re curious about my tongue, you need only ask.”

You wanted to be disgusted. You truly did. You wished for it, but when it only sent shivers of pleasure through your body. To imagine him feasting upon you…

“I’ll ask you to leave once more.” Where was your ferocity, that angelic illumination that was supposed to draw forth from you and scare off all abominations? You willed it forward, but it did not come.

He pushed back, leaving one hand on the stone, tracing a finger over a few choice grooves that stood out.

“And if I had come here with a purpose? What then?” Was this…truth? Coming from the king of hell itself?

“What purpose would that be?”

“To see you.”

You blanched at that. Uncertain if he was telling you the truth, yet in your soul you could feel it. Feel him. It frightened you. An angel was not meant to commune with the devil let alone…feel things for him. Let alone, mutual things.

“To see me?” You questioned, moving up to the opposite side of the altar, letting your own hands rest along the smooth cool stone.

His bowed head slowly raised, until your gazes were locked. Whatever breath had been left in your lungs was gone. You weren’t sure, but was that a look of hesitation in those once stark cold eyes of his?

The devil was demanding and sin incarnate and yet before you he looked a man, a man showing …humanity.

“Yes.”

While every fiber of your being wanted to scream against it, you watched as if by design, your own hand reach across the carved stone and take his gloved hand in yours.

Feeling his fingers twine against yours felt so right and yet so bad at the same time. Everything inside your head begged you to stop and yet your soul craved more. So much more.

Without letting go of your hand he walked around the edge of the surface coming to rest on your side. So close to you. Too close to you. He smelled decadent and the heat radiating off of him was, ungodly.

You’d just opened your mouth to list all the reasons why this couldn’t, No shouldn’t happen but it was cut short by him lifting you from the ground and seating you on the altar above him.

Knees splaying open, the perfect space for him to stand between them. Firm hands resting on your hips, toying with the sides of your dress. Edging it up higher and higher.

You gasped, hands on his shoulders pushing him back. Wide eyes meeting his, your lips parted, a ragged breath just barely getting past your mouth. He surged forward capturing your lips against his.

If this is what hell felt like, what they taught in church was wrong. You’d trade heaven for this every time. Searing lips, and skilled tongue working you over and over until you felt dizzy. Mouths meeting and clamoring to see who’d devour who first.

As he pulled away you caught his bottom lip between your teeth, biting enough to draw a rivulet of blood and when your eyes met his once more they were filled with hellfire.

Before he could move towards you again you leaned back, elbows falling to rest against the cold slab.

“Billy! We can’t. I- can’t…” the gravity of the situation dawning on you as another rumble of thunder resonated throughout the dark empty chamber.

His gloved hand came up to rest against your cheek softly, tenderly. It was disconcerting how tender it felt. Thumb rubbing against your ruddy cheek, soothing the hiccup of anguish that threatened to spill from you.

“You’ve not been an angel for a long time, trust me it gets old.”

At that Billy fell to his knees before you, pushing the last inch or so of your dress up around your waist and sinking his tongue into you so deeply that your scream drowned out the next roar of thunder.

He was outside of you, then in you, then he was you, in quick succession. Pleasure surged, wracking your body wave after wave. The heat of his mouth tasting you, lapping each delicious drop fervently.

You dragged your fingers through his slicked back hair, messing it up, gripping it forcefully. Half wishing he did have his horns so you could grasp them while riding his face.

Your moans grew louder and louder, echoing off the cavernous walls. The stained glass figures all staring down at the sinful act occurring on their sacred altar. You felt yourself at the precipice, burning in your stomach begging for release.

His tongue circled your clit forcefully then his dirty lips found your center and sucked. You couldn’t remember when one glove had come off but you felt flesh against flesh on your thigh, pushing you open wider for him.

One finger then another entering you, curling against your walls, dragging out the bliss until you could bear it no longer. His fingers and mouth moved as one consumed you and with a feral cry you were spiraling over the edge.

Stars bursting behind your eyes as they squeezed shut, a tear escaping and sliding along the side of your face to land on the surface beneath you. The world seemed to shake and boom in time with the storm never ceasing outside.

As the aftershocks ebbed away you saw Billy push up from his knees on the ground, standing over you, hands braced in either side of your pliant body. He held his one gloved finger up to his mouth.

“Shhhh baby, this is a holy place.”

Your lips parted then shut, no words could be formed. Your body was still coming down from its high. You could only watch as he slowly shrugged off his suit jacket, letting it drop unceremoniously to the floor.

Followed by removing his other glove and letting it drop as well. Your wobbly arms still braced against the altar, haphazardly hoisting your boneless form up to a seating position once more. Watching his every move, noticing the way the front of his pants struggled to contain him.

He smoothed a hand over the front and you saw the shape of his cock jump against the confining fabric. It had your mouth watering and an undeniable ache to be filled.

All hopes of protest died in you then. As an angel you were still not free of sin, no matter how much you’d hoped that you would be. Instead you were craving the devil in every sense of the word.

A hunger, unlike any you’d known before grew inside you, screaming and clawing to get out. Your hands moved deftly to unbutton the top of his shirt, fingers sliding underneath the silken fabric feeling his heated skin.

Part of you had anticipated him to feel cold. Dead. But he was warm, his skin soft beneath your fingers. Your heavy lidded eyes drifted down as your attention moved to unbuckling his belt.

“What a pretty little thing you are.” You felt his fingers move to cradle your chin as you continued your work. “I know He creates angels that obey and are pristine, but you’re neither of those things are you?”

You bit your lip in concentration and attempting to muffle out his words. Had He made a mistake, misjudging you, deeming you worthy when you were here, doing decidedly un-angelic things?

Pushing down his pants so they puddled around his feet,Billy stepped out of them fully. Boxers and all had been discarded and you could take in all of him. Even in the dimness of the room his size had your mouth going dry.

Your eyes never left him as he walked to the end of the altar, forcing you to swing your legs and scoot to meet him. Black hair mussed, pieces falling over his dark eyes that seemed to have animalistic glow.

Running a hand through the unkempt strands he gripped your sides, kneading the exposed flesh and tugging at the strings of your dress that hadn’t yet come untied.

His hot mouth covered the crook of where your neck met your shoulder, snarling as he kissed the soft skin, biting a patch then licking it to soothe.

You cried out, clawing at his back, dragging your fingers down surely leaving red marks. And he loved it. You could feel it as he bit harder this time, begging you to dig deeper.

Finally when his mouth moved up to meet yours again you felt the ties on the side of your dress give way and fall on either side of you. Barely taking notice as your arms wrapped around his neck.

Tasting him, touching him, yearning for him. An unholy yearning and undeniable ache. Ripping your dress out from underneath you and throwing it onto his own pile of clothes you hissed feeling the cold stone pressed against your flesh.

“Lay back for me, baby.” His whisper husky in your ear, making your toes curl at the sound.

Adjusting yourself you let your lower back meet with the biting cold of the marble slab. Then your upper back, and finally your head. Your hair fell around you like the broken halo you were sure you’d never wear again.

Billy stood over you at the end of the altar, the endless claps of thunder and flashes from behind the stained glass windows backlit him and you swore you could feel the stone beneath you grow heated .

Flames licking at your skin, or was it just your poor flushed body aching for whatever came next. He hovered over you, grabbing your hips and pulling you down towards him a touch before squeezing the soft flesh of your rear for good measure.

The squeak you made had him grinning. A flash of bright white teeth and then he was kissing up your legs. Tickling your ankle, you made to pull back but his grip grew tight holding you in place.

“Where are you running off to?” You swallowed thickly, not daring to pull away, but pushing up to watch him more fervently. At that he pressed the center of you chest down, hand flattening between your breasts.

Returning to running a hot trail of kisses and sucking along your inner thighs, placing a long slow lick to your core, which had you clenching in need before he adjusted his position.

Looking over you now, hands clasping your wrists above your head, pinned to the altar beneath you.

“I demand a sacrifice.”

You felt the blunt end of him press to your center and push into you. Your hands shot to his back, gripping him flush against you as he began to move his hips.

Undulating against you, filling you to the brim. Fuller and fuller. He moaned against your neck, your hair pressed to his face and sticking to his parted lips.

He nearly withdrew fully then thrusted so deep inside you, you swore you felt it in your chest. The groan that escaped you felt as if it’d been trapped within for decades, millennia.

He kissed along your collar bone, tongue delving to taste your skin, lick up your sweat, the he found the bud of your nipple, his mouth expertly pulling each new sweet sound from you.

All you could do was scratch and claw at his back. Tearing into him, wanting to be inside him as much as he was inside you. Forbidden lust and dreadful pleasures.

Were you truly an angel anymore or just an extension of the devil himself? Would you ever be let back into heaven after this. Maybe it was worth it. Maybe he was worth it.

As if he could sense the thoughts wracking your brain he rolled his hips against you with delicious roughness. His cock twitching inside you, touching something deep within you that has you groaning again.

“Billy” his name leaves your mouth. It’s the only prayer you feel worthy of reciting. Again and again and again.

“Yes” another grunt punctuated by a thrust of his hips. He moans low and loud and it awakens something in you.

“Sing my name.”

His forehead touches yours, eyes piercing, looking into your soul. A rushing heated sensation flushes through your skin. Eyes squeezing shut as you only focus on the pleasure you’re receiving.

Cresting higher and higher, the liquid fire feeling soaring through your veins, pins and needles and licking flames and the heavens opening up in a million raindrops.

Hips meeting again and again, a cacophony of moans and filthy noises filling this sacred place. Sunshine and hellfire meeting as one. Flesh and bone and blood and rage.

You were burning you could feel it. Each exquisite stroke of him was dragging you deeper and deeper away from salvation.

Then he hit the part of you that needed him most and you screamed, clenching around him as your climax overtook you. A few more bucks and then he’s following you over the edge.

“Fuck, my pretty little Angel.” He moans as he spills inside you. All the candles lit in the church flare brightly, the flames climbing higher as their master groans, his own orgasm claiming him.

You feel his hot release fill you to the brim and the tumultuous waves wash over you as you slowly ride out both your highs.

Your skin feels like a million pinpricks tickling it and as your eyes blearily drift open to look upon your lover you see the room filled with light.

Angelic light. Glancing down you see your entire body radiating with an ethereal glow. He loomed just above you, bathed in your effervescent light.

You could see how beautiful of an angel he must’ve been. To even make God jealous. His darkness eddied away in your warm hues, encasing you both in a quite literal, afterglow.

Only the devil could make you shine like this.

After a moment you felt your breath start to ease, chest no longer heaving, the ethereal warmth slowly returned to your body. Coolness returning to settle in your bones as the cathedral grew dark around you both once more.

Billy brushed the hair from your forehead, placing a kiss to the same spot. Pushing up from the altar he moved over to his clothing, rifling through the pile before returning to your side.

He held up the red pocket square, raising a brow and you couldn’t help but chuckle. Cleaning you up with the very swath of fabric. Even lifting you gingerly off the altar, allowing your feet to meet with the floor once again.

“Thank you for allowing me to worship you.”

The rainfall outside pattering against the windows had slowed, thunder rumbling but sounding further off. You could even count a few beats in between a lighting strike and then the far off thundering.

“Billy…” resuming guilt “I don’t know what to say-“

“Don’t say anything. Not right now.” You didn’t know why you felt this way. Why he felt this way. How heaven had goofed so royally when it came to you.

An angel in love with the devil. How poetic.

He’d helped you slip back into your dress, and adjusted your coat while you assisted in straightening his tie and brushing a loose strand of his hair back.

Placing one more roguish kiss to his smirking lips and descending down the nave, past the pews, retrieving your umbrella from where you’d left it by the front door.

Turning back to spare one last glance at the devil himself, but he was already gone.

You stood along in the echoing hall, the offering candles resumed their quiet swaying and the altar that had been so wickedly tainted not an hour ago was once again clean and unmarred.

What this meant, what this signified, why it had chosen you, you hadn’t the slightest. It felt too big to ponder, at least right now when everything felt so raw.

Walking out into the drizzling rain, disappearing onto the sidewalks once more you thought of your encounter and could feel it.

That illumination, that radiating glow but instead of shining outwards you could feel it nestled deep in the cavern of your chest. Allowing a small smile to grace your lips as you blended into the night.

Say what you will of the devil, but he will always be a gentleman.

#billy russo the punisher #billy russo x reader #devil!billyrusso #billy russo x female reader #billy russo x y/n #the punisher fanfiction #the punisher au #the punisher marvel #billy russo #billy russo x you #angel!reader #billy russo smut #punisher fanfiction #billy russo moodboard

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rockabye-billy · 5 months

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Stranger Things meet Fight Club

#byergrove #au #stranger things meet fight club #fight club au #edit #billy hargrove #jonathan byers #billy x jonathan #feat. steve as angel face #my stuff #[my stuff - byergrove]#my current fight club relapse is highly byergrove-flavoured and I am extremely ✨unwell✨ about it

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angelbarelywrites · 1 month

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My 3 constants for my slasher content are Bubba, Thomas, and Micheal, but I really prefer to write for 5 at a time. It feels more balanced?

Anyways, I kind of want to nail down a main 5, and then maybe a second group for part 2s of different scenarios, so let me know what yall think :v

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anisangeldust · 27 days

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I sorta wanna start writing bc i’m bored and i have time‼️

#coriolanus snow #hayden christensen #billy the kid smut #coriolanus snow smut #anakin skywalker smut #tom blyth #anakin skywalker #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #star wars #fanfiction #smut #x reader #angel dust

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sycamorelibrary754 · 6 months

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Guardian Angel

Chapter 1 : A Helping Hand

Guardian Angel Masterlist

Warnings: Mentions of injury

Word Count: 928

“Blonde Vanilla Latte!”

As you approached the counter to grab your steaming hot coffee, you couldn't help but feel the mundanity of your Monday morning routine. You adjusted your navy blue coat and pulled your beanie down over your ears, bracing yourself for the chilly air outside. Just as you were about to take your first sip, two young boys came barrelling towards you, completely out of control. Before you could react, they collided with you, sending you stumbling backwards. Your right ankle twisted painfully, and you lost your balance and hit floor of the café with a thud.

"Oh man, we're sorry! Are you okay?" they exclaimed.

A young, redheaded woman rushes up behind them. "Oh my goodness! I'm so sorry. Tommy, Billy, what have I said about running in public places? Let me help you." she rambled

As you look up, you catch a glimpse of her and you can’t help but be captivated by her beauty. Her radiance shines through her big, emerald green eyes, and you feel yourself getting lost in their depth. You're momentarily stunned, unable to take your eyes off her, until you notice her extending her delicate hand towards you, offering to help you get back on your feet.

“Thank you,” you finally said as you grabbed her hand and slowly rose to your feet.

With a sudden jolt of pain, you blurt out, "Ouch!" while losing your balance and falling back on your butt.

“Oh! You’re hurt. Please, let me call an ambulance.”

Embarrassed, you said, "Oh no, it's okay. I live just a few doors down. I can make it."

Please, allow me to assist you in getting home. I insist.

Oh, um, okay," you said hesitantly. "What about your kids?

They will be okay with my friend," she said, pointing towards another redhead with a French braid who was sitting at a nearby table. The friend was wearing a gray pullover sweater, black jeans, and combat boots. She gave a finger-wiggly wave and a smile, watching the whole situation unfold like an interested spectator.

"I'm Wanda," said the beautiful woman as she gently helped you up again.

“I’m Y/N. It’s nice to meet you.”

"Hey, boys, you two stay here with Auntie Nat for a bit. I'll be back before you know it." You leaned on Auntie Nat for support as you made your way out of the bustling cafe, wincing with each step.

Wanda asked, "Where do you live?" Her red hair came alive in the gentle autumn breeze.

As you pointed to the right, you began limping down the sidewalk with Wanda by your side. You didn't like being the center of attention, so you averted your eyes as pedestrians looked your way. You both looked like you were running a slow three-legged race, which made you feel embarrassed. However, Wanda seemed perfectly comfortable helping you. She supported your right side perfectly with each painful step.

You felt relieved when you finally limped into the lobby of your building. As you stepped into the elevator, you couldn't help but notice how nice she smelled; a mixture of vanilla and orange blossom, endlessly sweet and wonderfully comforting. However, you were abruptly brought back to reality when the elevator dinged on your floor.

As you both made your way down the hallway, you felt an uncomfortable tension building up inside you. With each step, you grew more aware of Wanda's presence by your side, and a part of you wished you could just disappear. Eventually, you reached your apartment door, which was marked with a faded number 19. You gently removed your arm from Wanda's shoulder, feeling a twinge of pain in your leg as you shifted your weight. You reached into your pocket for your keys, and your hand closed around the cold metal. As you struggled to find the right key, you could feel Wanda's eyes on you, watching your every move. Finally, you found the key and inserted it into the lock, taking care not to make any mistakes. You turned the key and pushed open the door, feeling a sense of relief wash over you.

As Wanda helped you to the couch, you expressed your gratitude, "Thank you for your help, Wanda. I really appreciate it."

“Are you kidding? It's the least I can do. I'm so sorry that my boys injured you," she said, hiding her face in her hands. "I've warned them so many times about the dangers of running in public places. Is there anyone I can call for you? I feel awful leaving you here alone.”

“No, it's fine. I probably just twisted it,” you said as you carefully removed your shoe and sock, revealing deep purple bruises that had already spread across your ankle. “Or maybe not.”

“Let me get you some ice for that,” she said, biting her lower lip in concern.

Wanda walked to your fridge like she had been in your home before; returning moments later with a bag of ice and towel. Sitting down next to you, you take in her elegant profile. Wanda placed the ice carefully on your ankle and gently wrapped it with a towel. The adrenaline started to wear off, and you grimaced when the ice came in contact with your bare skin. You can’t help but stare as she worked.

After Wanda deftly wrapped your ankle, she placed her gentle palms on the ice pack to ensure it was snugly in place. Remarkably, an unexpected feeling of tranquility enveloped you, and you felt the sharp pain in your ankle gradually fading away. You couldn't help but wonder at the strange sensation that had washed over you.

"Thank you," you said in a gentle tone.

Wanda stood up and replied, "You're welcome. You should see a doctor and stay off that ankle for a few days at least. Alternate between ice and heat if you can," guilt swimming in her eyes.

As Wanda made her way towards the door, she couldn't help but feel guilty for leaving you all alone. "I should get back to the boys. Again, I'm so sorry," she whispered apologetically. Just as her hand touched the cool metal of the doorknob, she turned back to face you and flashed a smile that could have easily thawed the ice wrapped around your ankle. "It was really great meeting you, even under these unfortunate circumstances," she said with genuine warmth in her voice.

"It was great to meet you too. I'm glad your sons introduced themselves," you said with a smile.

“Bye, y/n…”

“Bye, Wanda.”

As you watched her leave, you were left bewildered and unsure of what had just transpired.

*Chapter 2 coming soon*

#guardian angel #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maxmoff x y/n #wanda x you #billy maximoff #tommy maximoff #natasha romanoff #scarlet witch

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