#monster!billy russo
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An Altar For Our Sins
Part 8 // Masterlist
Demon!Billy Russo x Female Reader
Warnings: Smut, Oral (both f and m receiving), fingering, edging, bondage, cum swallowing, heavy angst, talks of murder and (mild) decapitation, mind control, psychological torment, mentions of toxic and manipulative friendships.
Your arousal burns through him.
It’s not like your pain, it doesn’t slide like a needle between the layers of his skin, awakening discomfort that makes his heart beat in a worrisome rhythm.
Your arousal is different. New to him, and still a little unfamiliar, but he knows it when he feels it. It’s like a soft hand on his skin, the ghost of your touch trailing from his ear down his neck. It’s the sensation of your fingers drifting into his hair, nails scratching at his scalp and makes the hairs on his arms stand on end.
That’s how he knows you’re aroused, when it feels like you’re touching him all over all at once, when realistically, you’re currently just holding his hand.
He finds great appreciation for the feeling, as you tug him through the busy streets. He doesn’t know what you’re looking for, too caught up in your emotions to focus on the destination.
It’s odd, he’s never felt someone else like this before, never given anyone the opportunity to.
A strange pleasure courses through him, that he’s the one responsible for your arousal, that his earlier actions have made you excited, and desperate for him.
His mistress wants him.
He’d do anything to please her.
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TEN MINUTES AGO.
Billy has seen his fair share of assholes to know when he’s looking at one.
He’d almost wiped the six-foot tall man clean off the face of the earth for trying to hug you, before absently remembering he was in a public place.
If that wasn’t enough of a reason, he could see the way you were discomforted by the brunette’s appearance, the faux pleasantness of your smile, the stiffness of your shoulders. Billy was aching for blood just at the idea that you might not want to interact with this human at all.
When the man had asked about him, you’d glanced back with that same forced smile.
“Oh, this,” you'd said with barely any hesitation, “This is Billy, my boyfriend.”
The words echo in his head. He looks down at you, feeling his mind rage with the desire to take you. He’s surprised he’s still able to formulate a thought with the way he wants to drop to his knees and sink his tongue into your cunt.
He feels something expand in his chest. His mistress, claiming him in front of others so easily, so readily, made him into a beast of a man, filled with so much want for just a few moments.
The man extends his hand to Billy, and Billy at least musters the courtesy to shake his hand without shattering all the fragile bones beneath the skin, introducing himself.
“Dimitri, I’m the former best friend.”
He nods in acknowledgement, thinking that it’s a little odd to go around introducing yourself like that.
He looks at you, takes a deep breath.
“Wow, you look amazing.” Dimitri says, and Billy wants to rip his eyeballs out of his skull for even daring to look at you.
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Your skin crawls at his comment. You swallow, smiling and try to accept it, wishing for this interaction to be over with.
“Thanks, Dima.” You whisper softly, using his nickname accidentally.
His smile widens.
“We should hang out sometime, catch up, you wouldn’t believe the things I have to tell you.”
You blink, wondering why he was so friendly to you, as if the last time you’d spoken had never happened.
You try not to think about it.
“That might be nice,” You say politely, “But, I’m so swamped with things I have to do, and I might be travelling soon too.”
“Really? Where do you work now?”
Fuck, how do you get out of this one?
“I’m not really working anymore, just sort of… freelance.” You hoped it was enough to deter him from asking any more questions.
Dimitri only tilts his head in confusion.
“Really? That’s a bold move. I remember how much you used to struggle with being independent back in college.”
You swallow forcefully.
“Yeah, well, not anymore.” You say softly, feeling smaller and smaller under his gaze. You take a small step back, and you feel Billy’s hand find a spot on your back to remind you that he’s here.
Dimitri looks up at Billy, and you can almost tell that something awful is about to be said.
At the same time, you notice the woman helping you from before approaches, and it somehow helps to see her coming your way.
“Sorry to interrupt,” she says with an easy smile, “I just need confirmation of a contact number?”
You nod at her, knowing that Billy doesn’t have that information.
“I can help,” You offer, following when she angles her body to head back to her customer help desk.
“Bye, Dimitri.” You say quickly, hoping he takes the hint and leaves.
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Dimitri doesn’t leave.
Instead, he turns to Billy.
“I don’t know how long you’ve been with her, but I have to warn you. Honestly, I wish someone had warned me before I put so much effort into getting to know her.”
Billy sucks in a deep breath, glancing at you, before looking back at the man in question.
“Warn me about what?”
“She’s got… issues, big ones, and she leads people on and then gets upset when they… respond… if you know what I mean.” Dimitri says.
Billy’s trying hard not to lose his cool.
“I thought you were just her friend.” He says easily.
“I was,” the other man states, “but she’s got some problems and I just wanted to give you a heads up, man to man.”
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You’re waiting patiently for the woman to enter your number into the system when you feel uninhibited rage swell in the back of your throat.
Your mouth falls open in surprise, breath halting in your chest as raw anger claws its way into your head.
You turn your head quickly to glance at Billy, who’s got his eyes fixed on the shorter man, the look on his face is calm rage, like a snake, coiling tight before an attack.
The woman at the counter, having no idea of the rage swarming your system, smiles at you and thanks you for your time.
You can only give her a distracted nod, walking back to Billy quickly. He looks down at Dimitri, raising an eyebrow casually.
“I don’t see much of a man.” Billy says, and you blink in surprise, wondering what was said when you weren’t there.
Dimitri, not one to swallow insults easily, straightens, squares his shoulders angrily trying to make himself look bigger, more intimidating. You stand a small distance away, too stunned to interrupt the conversation fully.
“Go to hell. I was only trying to give you a heads up. She’s going to smile at you, and beg for comfort and make you think that she’s in love with you, and the minute you take her seriously, she’s going to push you away.”
You blink, looking away, a sharp spear in your chest at the reminder of the things he’d said all those years ago.
It’s the look on Billy’s face that holds you transfixed. He’s angry, his body completely still and for the first time you’re not sure about what he’s going to do next.
Shamefully, the look in his eyes goes right down to your core. This was the man that was capable of taking lives, and though you had somewhat domesticated him, this was what lay beneath the surface at every waking moment. This was the oncoming devastation, and you could feel the rage, his rage, hit a breaking point inside of you.
“Go home and cut your arm off.” Billy says, watching the man’s eyes widen in shock.
“Billy, no.” You murmur, finally finding the words to interrupt him.
He huffs, looking down at you for a second.
“One hand?” Billy offers, and receives a shake of your head.
“Two fingers?” he tries again with the same reaction.
“Fine,” Billy sighs, “One finger, but that’s as low as I’m going.”
“Billy.” You admonish.
He looks back at Dimitri angrily.
“You have no idea how amazing she is.” he says, anger rolling heavily in his words, the colour of his influence cloudy in Dimitri’s eyes.
“There’s nothing wrong with her. There never was, and there never will be and you’re lucky that she’s so kind cause I’m ready to make you eat your leg off for her entertainment.” He watches Dimitri swallow.
“So go home, cut your finger off, wrap it, and go to a hospital, and you better thank whatever god there is, that she doesn’t hold grudges.”
When Dimitri is two steps away, Billy speaks again.
“Oh, and Dima?” Billy says mockingly, watching the man turn back with a terrified expression on his face.
“Let’s forget about this, yeah?”
He only nods before scurrying away.
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.
Perhaps you should have been angry with him.
But there was something about the coolness of his anger now, the way you could almost feel the fire burning inside of him, like red hot steel being plunged into frigid water.
The way he’d acknowledged your protests, but still finding some way to punish your old friend, like a balance being struck between your disposition and his.
In truth, you knew it was a very wrong thing, but you also found yourself barely caring as you reached for his hand, and pulled him out of the store.
You try to be reasonable in your head about it, Billy could have killed him out of your sight and you would never know, so this had to be a better alternative…
…right?
Or was this just you trying to excuse your involvement in Dimitri’s punishment?
Regardless, you couldn’t feel your morality at the moment, all you could feel was the empty space inside you, begging to be filled, to be used by him.
And you needed it now.
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You tug him into the first cafe you find.
With a lovely outdoor theme to the interior, earth tones and the smell of coffee in the air, you definitely make a little note in your head to come back later.
You’re not thinking too much about anything though, simply following the signs that point to the bathroom.
Billy doesn’t even question when you tug him into the ladies’ room and then into a spacious stall with a door that goes all the way down to the floor.
The stall door barely has any time to close, before you’re pressing your body against his, rising onto your toes and holding on to the back of his neck to bring his face down.
Your eyes close as your mouths mesh together. You hear a little groan slip from the back of his throat.
His hands grip your hips, and when it’s not enough, his arms encircle your waist, crushing your body to his in one swift move.
You can't help the little laugh of surprise that leaves your mouth at his display of enthusiasm, grinning against his eager mouth for a moment. He returns your amusement with a smile of his own, and a dark promise in his eyes that reminds you of who he is, and what he's capable of.
It happens like a switch flipping inside of you, in one second you’re eager to kiss him, blissful with the idea of finally getting his mouth on yours. But it’s the way his mouth feels, the way his hair catches on your fingertips and his beard scratches your cheek that turns gentle need into something indescribable.
Your fingers curl into the fabric of his shirt, leaning into him, little whines slip from your mouth when you feel like he’s too far away.
Like a burning in your head that demands him, in every way possible.
As high on your toes as you can get, you wobble a little when you try to get even higher, feeling his tail reach out in response to that, wrapping around your leg in an attempt to keep you steady. You groan when his tail brushes between the apex of your thighs. Pulling back for a quick breath, you raise one leg to wrap it around his hip, his hand sliding under your rear smoothly to support you.
His mouth is hot against yours, matching your fervour, an amused chuckle against your mouth when you whine.
He moves so passionately, fingers on your chin to tilt your head up so you can feel the searing heat of his desire for you.
You finally build up the courage, gripping his jaw tightly, encouraging his mouth to open so that you can press your tongue into his mouth teasingly.
He lets out another low groan that goes right to your core, shredding at your sanity when he pulls you even closer.
"Mistress-" Billy attempts to speak, trying to inquire about doing this in a more comfortable spot, instead of the bathroom stall of the cafe you'd just tugged him into.
You're not having any of it though, hands gripping the back of his neck roughly, tongue delving into his mouth with so much wanton need that he can't think to deny you.
You can't seem to stop, or focus, your only desire is to show your appreciation, despite how empty your cunt feels.
You move from his mouth, kissing over his cheek and over to his neck, delivering open-mouthed kisses to the soft skin, hearing the heavy labour of his breath increase.
“Does that feel good?” You ask, teasing him, daring to press your teeth into the column of his neck.
His hiss delights you, hands tightening their grip on you, showing you how much he really likes what you’re doing to him.
When the edge of his shirt gets in the way, you huff angrily, tugging at it so that you can bite down on his collarbone.
"Take this off." You command , tugging at his shirt.
“Mistress,” He tries to protest again.
“Billy,” You hiss, “Now.”
His shirt disappears in a puff of purple.
You drag your short fingernails against his skin, groaning in delight at the opportunity to have him, rubbing your face into his chest, appreciating the feel of his hot skin on your cheek, touching his body the way you always dream of. When you want more balance, you drop your leg from around his hip so that you’re on your own two feet.
You reach for his belt next, tugging at the leather, before reaching a hand down to cup at his erection through his pants.
“Wait.” He sighs, and it stops all your movement. You look up at him with wide eyes.
It takes you back into your head for a moment. Were you going too far?
He’s leaned back against the door, breathing in large heaves of air.
His hands cup your face, fingers tingling against your cheek, you wait patiently for his words.
“Are you sure?” He asks, dark eyes studying you.
Oh. Oh.
“Very.” You reply, “Are you?”
He inclines his head.
“Good.” You utter, keeping your eyes on his as you drop to your knees in one swift movement.
His eyes go red.
You reach for his belt again, and this time he doesn’t stop you. You undo his button and zipper in record time and gently tug his boxers down, salivating at the first sight of his cock.
Billy groans, he senses the increase in your arousal, feels it like you’ve got your tongue dragging on his neck while you’re eye level with his cock.
His breath stutters when your mouth seals over the head of his cock.
“Mistress.” He shivers, head hitting the door as he drops his head back.
You take your time, moving slowly, remembering the way his cum makes you feel, thinking about pleasing him this way, your cunt sticky under all your clothes.
Jaw open wide to accommodate his girth, you hum, taking him down as far as comfortable, listening with delighted ears at the sounds he makes in response.
He’s perfection, you acknowledge, he’s yours.
You take your time, bobbing your head slowly to a quiet drumming inside you, keeping a steady rhythm that you hope he likes.
You raise a hand to pump the rest of him slowly, as you angle your head to slide your tongue along the underside of his cock.
A soft sound leaves his mouth, and you keep looking up at him when your tongue dips even further to touch his balls.
He looks down suddenly, hair askew with the sudden movement, eyes shining red as you sway your tongue from side to side at the base of his cock.
Billy reaches down, and grips the back of your head harshly.
“Mistress.” He utters breathlessly, bending down, he tugs a little painfully on your hair to bring your mouth to his.
Your lips against his feels so sinful, you straighten as much as you can from your position on the floor, humming, delighted that he’s interested in kissing you like this.
You keep pumping your hand on his cock, eager to keep him in that blissed out state, but you realise he might be stalling you when he refuses to release your hair.
You pull away from him, and when he tries to bring you back for a kiss by tightening his grip on the back of your head, you raise your free hand to uncurl his fingers from your hair.
“You’re distracting me.” You complain, looking between his cock and his face.
“Let me take you home. I’ll let you ride my face till you can’t breathe.”
“Later,” you hum, “I want your cum on my tongue.”
He grunts, straightening to allow you more access to his cock.
You immediately take him into your mouth, more eager than ever, need pulsing inside of you, pumping the rest of his cock that you can’t get your mouth on with your hand.
He groans, and it goes straight to that spot inside of you that aches for him.
Something shifts inside of you, and acutely, you’re aware of something else you can feel.
It glides through your body, like two fingers tracing itself over your skin, beginning at your core, it slips over your clit and upward to your ribs. You moan around his cock at the phantom sensation, pushing your head down until he’s at the back of your throat.
Up, over your breast, to your neck and over your cheek, you hum around his cock, as the touch tingles over your scalp.
You don’t know what you’re feeling, not sure what caused the sensation of this invisible touch so you pull back for a moment, looking around for his tail.
When you don’t see any presence of his tail, you look up, searching his eyes for an explanation.
“I feel… what is that?” You ask.
He tilts his head, red eyes flashing purple for a second.
You watch him swallow.
“My pleasure, mistress, you can feel it.”
Your lips part in surprise. The ghost sensation traces its way down your back.
A small smile graces your lips, before you kiss the tip of his cock.
“I like it.” you say to him, licking teasingly at the head of his cock and feeling the way the sensation travelling along your skin heightens.
You close your eyes, and hasten your rhythm, the smooth head of his cock gliding along your tongue and you think you’ve found a little bit of heaven at his feet.
“Mistress.” He groans, a little too loud for the space you’re in, and you think that might be his way of warning you that he’s on edge.
You only hum on his cock, hearing his breath stutter as you hollow your cheeks while taking him down as deep as you can.
You feel his body tense, the muscle of his thighs hardening until it’s stiff as a rock, and then his cock twitches, a small movement, before he begins to spill into your mouth.
You feel it, his orgasm, it rattles through you, makes your eyes roll back in your head at the sensation. It’s like the rush of a heated wave, originating from the deepest spot inside of you, unfurling all the way down to your fingers, and the very tips of your ears.
He moans, it’s a low, euphoric sound, that makes your body tingle from the experience of it.
You swallow his cum eagerly, milking every drop from him, making sure he’s got nothing left to give you before you release him from your mouth.
You can still feel his pleasure, the aftermath of it is just as strong as it was during, and as it settles inside of you, you can’t help the little giggle that leaves your lips.
His eyes still red, your legs wobble as you do your best to stand. He extends his hands to help you, and you grip his forearms tightly for balance.
“Did my lovely demon like that?” You ask, feeling your head begin to swim peacefully, the effects of his release beginning to affect you.
He studies you closely, hands cupping your cheeks to look into your eyes. You can only chuckle more.
Absentmindedly, you lick your lips, savouring the taste of him on your tongue, closing your eyes in bliss, swaying in his arms.
With your eyes closed, you feel him guide you into a very deep sway, and the next thing you feel is your back being pressed against cool, soft sheets.
You sigh happily, your skin sensitive, head lost in a daze.
“Mistress?” Billy whispers softly into your ear.
You smile, eyes still closed, raising a hand to cup his bearded cheek, the wiry hairs tingling along the palm of your hand.
“Yes, Billy?” You hum easily.
“I hope you don’t mind, but I’m going to lick your little cunt now.”
Your eyes peek open in confusion, feeling something smooth wind its way around your wrists, pulling slowly at your arms until they’re pinned beside your head.
“What?” you ask in surprise, not fully understanding where this is going in your semi-inebriated state.
“And I’m sorry, but I’m not going to stop until I’m satisfied.” He continues, as if you haven’t spoken.
You can’t do much in your state, relaxed as you feel him carefully tear your shirt in two, exposing your warm skin to him. He snips the straps of your bra, tugging the material down so that your nipples are exposed to the cool air.
You gasp, whining as you pull a little on your restraints, a muted fire burning inside of you from the way he treats you as if you’re his plaything.
His hands are on your pants next, and he at least takes his time to unbutton them, peeling them off your legs, before something begins winding around your ankles too.
“What're you doing to me?” You whine, body aching more and more for each touch.
You turn your head to the side, noticing that the things holding your arms in place are just soft purple ropes. You give another tug, you feel your desire increase as you become aware of your inability to move.
You pant as your legs are pulled apart, you whine pitifully as you realise how exposed, open, and vulnerable you are to him. There’s a sweetness to it, something that makes your body yearn. It’s the thought that he could do anything he wanted to you at the very moment, and you would be helpless to stop him.
Usually that would scare you, but with your demon, you trusted him, wholly, maybe more than you should have.
Finally, you look up at him. His large frame hovers over you, between your legs, looking down at you with something fierce behind his eyes.
He takes a deep breath, and a pleased smile rises to his lips.
“Poor mistress,” Billy hums, raising a hand to flick gently at your nipple, making you gasp in response, “All wet and helpless and at my mercy. Do you want me to stop?”
Your head shouts the answer, but your mouth can only whisper.
“N-no.” You reply.
His other hand raises to touch your next breast, both hands toying with your nipples easily. You hiss, dropping your head back in bliss.
“No?” He mocks, “You want me to keep going?”
“Yes, please.” You breathe.
His grin deepens.
“You really trust a demon like me that much? Do you have any idea how badly I want to ruin you?”
“I want you.” You whine, closing your eyes eagerly when he brings his face in close, hoping that he’s going to kiss you.
“I’d let you ruin me.” You continue, hearing a little grunt leave his throat in response.
“Open your mouth, mistress.” He says darkly, and you obey, parting your lips for him.
He hums, before sealing his mouth over yours, his tongue immediately meeting your own.
You moan, flicking your tongue upwards, delightfully rubbing your tongue eagerly on his, unable to move in any way.
Your head fills with the worst ideas, that if he wanted, he could keep you here, bound, and still somehow you find that appealing.
There’s a drumming in your head, a heat on your skin, the taunting ghost of a phantom touch as his pleasure swells within you.
He begins kissing you softly, his mouth fixed to yours as one hand flicks at your nipples, the other hand supporting his weight so that he doesn’t crush you.
He drops his hips, so that he can press his stiff erection between your thighs. You clench involuntarily, angling your hips as best as possible to feel him.
When you whine against his mouth, raising your head to increase the pressure of his lips on yours, he stops touching your breast to grip your jaw harshly. He squeezes, keeping your head still as he kisses you hard, his rough tongue delving into your mouth easily.
He pulls back with a grin, looking at you with red eyes as you pant.
“Are you still cum drunk, mistress?” He asks.
You swallow, nodding your head.
“Good.”
Without any further words, he kisses your neck.
You hum, tilting your head to the side in a silent plea for him to keep going, a sharp gasp when his teeth drag along your sensitive skin.
You wriggle, but you’re unable to move, your bra is uncomfortable on your skin, and you hope he tugs the material off of your body soon.
His tongue is wicked, sliding over each collarbone, before they connect with the stiff peak of your nipple.
Billy moans, the flat of his tongue gliding over the underside of your nipple, before being flicked meaningfully by the tip of his tongue.
He repeats the motion several times, before tearing the ruined fabric of your bra off your skin, and circling his tongue around your other nipple.
You cry out, blubbering, his arms sliding under you to encourage your back to arch, making it that much harder to move as he circles his tongue around each nipple.
“Mine.” Billy growls, and you feel your eyes almost roll back in your head at the way you feel- debauched and desperate, for him and all the wicked things he does.
He’s not very nice, his tail sliding around your thigh and pressing gently against your panties, rolling in gentle waves over your core, tormenting you, making sure you feel each caress.
You feel his pleasure increase, like a breath over your skin, telling you that he enjoys this, having you helpless at his mercy below him and you crave the feeling of that like never before.
You know from past experience that if he wanted to ease your ache, he could easily increase his pressure to help alleviate your need, instead he only makes it worse.
After a moment, you gasp in surprise as you feel his tail work its way under the fabric covering your cunt.
You whimper, tossing your head from side to side, trying to find a way to get him to touch you where you need it most, but being unable to do much with the way you’re bound.
When you try to close your legs, you feel his ropes snake higher up your ankles, and loop over your calves, stopping right above your knees.
“Billy.” You beg, “Please, I need you.”
“Shhh, mistress,” He soothes, “This is what you get for riling me up so badly.”
“I didn’t-” You try to argue.
“No?” he asks, his tail skirting your slit, offering only a small amount of friction, “Getting down on your knees, licking my cock like that, swallowing every drop of my cum- that wasn’t supposed to make me feverish with desire for you?”
“I only wanted to thank you for sticking up for me.” You whine, trying to argue as he presses his face to the plush underside of your breast, beard scratching deliciously over your soft skin.
“Thank me? Do you have any idea what seeing you like that does to me?” His hands cup your face, and you part your lips as he kisses you softly, “On your knees, looking up, that sweet mouth sucking on my cock like you need me?”
When you don’t answer him, he hums, biting softly on your bottom lip.
You groan, struggling against his bindings for show, knowing that you’re not getting free unless he wills it.
“I’ll show you what it does to me.” He says softly, the words sending a shiver down your spine.
You feel his tail drag upwards under your panties, hovering over your clit, and you sob desperately, yearning for him to touch you where it hurts.
Your thigh twitches involuntarily, body shuddering at how close he is.
“Please.” You gasp, tilting your hips up, sobbing as he moves his tail back too.
“Aw mistress, am I being mean?” He teases rhetorically.
You open your eyes, looking at him, his eyes have remained red the entire time. You think about what you could possibly say to get any semblance of relief.
“I loved sucking your cock, Billy,” You mumble, watching the red in his eyes darken, “I’d do it every day if you let me.”
His mouth parts, and you note the sharpening of his teeth for a brief moment.
Before you can even focus on any one thing in particular, his tail begins to slide easily between your thighs.
Your breath catches in your throat, feeling the appendage slide up and down, catching on your clothed clit, using the slickness of your arousal to move. You clench around nothing, gasping, aching for more, aching for it faster, and getting nothing but his slow, steady pace in return.
Suddenly his tail pauses, and you almost want to cry, only having a moment to open your mouth to beg when you feel his tail wrap around the waistline of your underwear, and pull it harshly till it rips.
“That’s better.” He murmurs, ridding you of the flimsy material, keeping his eyes locked to yours as his tail goes right back between your legs, grinding more purposefully on your cunt.
You drop your head back temporarily in defeat, arms and legs bound, unable to do much moving, all you can do is try your best not to squirm while his tail makes a mess of you.
You’re forced into looking at his gorgeous visage, his arms braced on either side of your head, he looks at all the expressions on your face as you struggle against his bindings, failing miserably at your attempt to stay still.
He speeds up, and your mouth falls open at the delicious feeling, the steady touch on your swollen clit.
Your pleasure swims in his head, drunk on the power he has over you, enjoying every moment of watching you. There is nowhere he'd rather be right now than right here, not even the promise of Heaven could tear him from you.
He slows his tail not long after, watching the torment cross your face, feeling delighted that he can do this to you, that he can make you want like this.
“I should’ve left you hard,” You grit out angrily, groaning inwardly when his only answer is an amused chuckle.
“You talk too much, mistress,” He taunts, before taking his tail away from your dripping core to press it against your lips.
You only hesitate for a moment, opening your mouth easily, and letting his tail, wet with your own arousal into your mouth.
The taste of you is tart on his tail, and you wrap your lips around the leathery appendage, giving it the same treatment that you gave his cock not too long ago.
“You look beautiful like this,” He breathes, red eyes memorising you, “Mouth full like a good mistress.”
Your chest flutters, but you can’t say or do anything except continue sucking on the tip of his tail. It helps distract you from the raging firestorm of desire inside of you.
He drops his head once more, and you gasp around your mouthful of tail as his rough tongue ambles over your sensitive nipples.
You feel the vibration of his groan against your breast, and suddenly you let out a sound of surprise when the rope wrapped around your legs begin to pull them up and further apart.
He raises up, pulling away, his tail leaving your mouth empty as he leans back to look at you. The remnants of his saliva cooling on your breast, the lips of your cunt spread with the further parting of your legs.
Vaguely, you’re aware that he can see every intimate inch of you, and you think you love that. You keep your eyes on his face, making sure he’s looking at your centre when you clench your inner walls.
He looks up at you, his gaze is full of something familiar, something you’re acquainted with intimately at the back of your head, where all your sacred thoughts lie. It’s a look that promises pleasure, above all else.
He leans in slowly, and you watch carefully as the six-foot tall demon bound to you for eternity, dips his head to place a gentle kiss between your breasts.
Your mouth parts in surprise.
He kisses over your stomach, over your belly button, scratching his beard along your skin, teasing you with the sharpness of his teeth.
It feels like nothing before, the careful attention he pays to each inch of your skin, feels like nothing short of worship to you.
You shake, gasping, desperate, tears pooling in your eyes on the brink of crying.
He trails a line of kisses between your hip bones, your body screaming with need and your inability to touch him. When he's not satisfied, his rough tongue retraces the path, your stomach tightening as he leaves pleasure in his wake.
How was he doing this so easily? Playing with you? Toying with your body as if he'd been doing it for all his life?
You make a little sound when he kisses the inside of your thighs.
He hums, drawing away from your thigh to press his lips to the seam of your cunt, staying like that for long, torturous moments.
“Billy please.” You beg on a meaningful breath, desperate for him to do something after he continues to place soft kisses on your pussy for longer than you like.
“I love hearing you beg.” He hums, kissing over your mound gently, slowly, as if there is no rush. You can feel the truth of his statement through your connection, feel the way his pleasure heightens when you make any kind of sound.
Your breath catches in your throat, unable to form a coherent thought in your head that would be enough to push him into pleasuring you the way you’re desperate for. All you can do is lie here, with your arms and legs bound while he places delicate kisses onto your wet pussy.
Your body burns with desire, something dangerously hot, that can only be soothed by his touch. You can feel yourself clench, feel the breath of his laughter on your skin, the way your demon loves tormenting you.
You close your eyes, and you focus on him, you think about all the things you want him to do, all the ways you need him, you hope that the bond between you will help persuade him to have mercy on you.
You imagine him over you, cock pumping between your thick thighs while his tail fills you up. You think about the way you’d kiss his beautiful form. You think about exploring his broad chest with your mouth, tracing the veins on his hands, the way his cock feels, heavy and unapologetic on your tongue.
Between your legs, he lets out a low groan. His skin is hot with your desire, he feels it, the way you need him, the way you ache for him, and he can’t get enough of it.
He’s never felt anything like it, in his centuries of existing, he’s never felt someone as much as he feels you. He knows that he never wants to feel anyone else like this, like he can’t tell where the essence of your soul ends and his begins, or maybe there’s an overlap, a blending of the two of you.
He darts his tongue out, sinks it into your cunt, trails upwards until he meets your clit, savouring the way you taste, your arousal on his tongue, all for him.
You gasp, tugging on your restraints, fighting his hold, and wanting to fight the featherlight touch of his tongue as well. Delight explodes behind your eyes, but it’s not yours you realise, it’s his. He gets enjoyment from tasting you. It makes you whimper, makes you need.
He torments you with his coarse tongue, like the demon you know him to be, gently moving across your clit, exciting your senses, winding you up like an object for his play.
You whine at the very idea of it, being used like this, giving yourself into the reality that he’s in total control of you, that it doesn’t matter what you want, your only purpose is to please him, to let him lick your cunt for however long, however roughly he wants.
It makes you that much wetter.
He takes his time, tongue slowly increasing its speed, moving in every angle over your clit, his careful precision to working you up, ensuring that your body feels good but not too good, a desperation being seared into your bones, or maybe even deeper, a place inside of you that belongs to only him.
His hands trail up from gripping your hips to explore the space beneath your breasts.
You gasp, feeling the tips of his long fingers tease the underside of your breasts, roaming even higher till he can roll your nipples between his fingers.
You say his name, pulling half-heartedly at your restraints, skin searing with open desire, gasping at the way he trails his hands lower once more, his fingertips ghosting over your skin, savouring the way you feel.
The phantom touch of his pleasure is all around you, trailing over your bound hands, up to your shoulders and neck, lingering on your lips.
You gasp, eyes rolled back in your head, lost in the feeling of his tongue when you realise you’re experiencing a clarity that you weren’t before.
You groan sadly, registering that while you’ve been captured in endless bliss, the effects of his cum had worn off.
You try to think about what it means, and what you want Billy to do about it, but it’s hard to focus when his tongue licks over your clit so often. It’s like he’s found the spot on your body that scrambles your thoughts and he’s been abusing that knowledge.
“Billy.” You sigh, calling for your demon, in hopes that he can pull himself from your dripping cunt for long enough to allow you any semblance of thought.
He only moans, rough tongue continuing its constant pace.
You shiver, raising your head, trying to get his attention away from your centre. You watch his head move down, the flat of his tongue connecting with your entrance before his head glides upward, pulling his tongue to meet your clit. He glances up at you with half-lidded red eyes, and as you look down at him between your thighs, he pauses, sliding his tongue slowly from side to side over your clit.
He looks lost in you, nothing registering behind his eyes except the taste of your cunt. You bite down on your lips at the sight of him like that.
You forget what you were thinking about, pulling your restraints taut in desperation, keeping you eyes locked on his as he continues to work his tongue sideways over your clit. A tilt of his head, and you watch his eyes close momentarily as he focuses solely on your clit, giving it soft attention, the perfect combination of right there and not enough.
You make a sharp cry of desperation, and he still doesn’t stop, his tongue speeding up, your toes curling as you begin to feel the burn of a slow oncoming orgasm.
He feels it, because he can feel everything you do, feels how badly you want him and he’s incapable of denying you anymore. He’s eager to taste your orgasm, feel you shiver on his tongue, he can’t stop thinking about it now, but he knows he has a point to make and he’s not stopping until you understand.
His pace doesn’t slow, licking you effortlessly, plump lips pressed together to trap your clit between them, using not just his tongue, but his lips as well to heighten your pleasure.
You shudder out a gasp, and then a little sob, dropping your head back, unable to think anymore. You take what he gives happily, because you have no choice in the matter, you’re at his mercy, despite how badly you yearn for release.
He hums, lips pressed to your clit, your body pulls tight in warning, mouth dropping open.
You only feel a puff of air on your mound, as if he just let out a little breath of amusement, at the way your body begs for him.
He flattens his tongue harshly to your clit, rolls his tongue quickly from side to side, listening to the sound of your whimpers increase.
You want to tell him how close you are, how desperate you are to come all over his tongue, almost ready to cry if he stops. The only thing that leaves your mouth is unintelligible sounds of insanity.
He knows though, he wants it too. To please you, to be owned by you.
Your toes curl, back bowing off the bed, everything held taught by the whims of your demon’s tongue.
And then he stops, detaches his mouth from your dripping heat and listens to you cry out in denial.
You open your mouth to beg him, but he’s already hovering above you, blunt fingers pressed into your jaw to turn your head to the side so he can whisper in your ear.
“Do you feel that?” He hisses, his lips right against the shell of your ear, “Do you feel how desperate you are? How bad it burns in your chest? That’s how I feel every second I’m not touching you, mistress.”
You gasp, trying to wrap your head around his words.
“That’s how I feel when you look at me, that’s how I feel when you kneel for me.”
He leans in even closer, till his nose is pressed to your temple, his lips right in your ear, his voice is a low grovel that thrums against your skin.
“Every time you wrap those perfect lips around my cock, you make me burn.”
“I’m sorry.” You finally say.
He raises his head, turning your face back to his.
“You are?” He asks.
You nod, trembling.
“I d-don’t mean to torment you.” You whisper.
The corner of his mouth lifts, you can see some semblance of sanity reappear.
“You don’t.” he states, as if this is news to him.
“I don’t.” You confirm, “I just want to make you happy.”
He grips your jaw tighter, leaning in.
“Why?”
Was that what this was? Insecurity?
“You do so much for me, Billy, and I like doing things for you too.”
“And if I couldn’t give you anything. Would you still…” His voice trails off, looking away.
“Yes.” You say swiftly, confidently, not letting the fear inside of him take root. “I’d want you even if you had nothing to give.”
Obsidian- the colour his eyes go next. You swallow, a tightness in your throat at the way he looks.
He looks back at you, eyes fixed on yours, dark veins spreading out from around his eyes as he tilts his head slowly.
He looks a little scary, the darkness of his eyes spreading out over his face, but like before, your body holds no real fear of him.
You don’t get a chance to say anything, before he’s leaning forward to kiss you hard.
You tilt your chin up, returning his fervour with need of your own, desperate to show him that you were his, just as much as he was yours. When you can see his face again, the black veins framing his eyes have receded, leaving just his dark eyes.
You wanted to touch him, you pull at the ropes with all your strength.
You don’t get a chance, he moves down your body once more, his head buried between your thighs in seconds.
You gasp when you feel his tongue again, you want to cry with relief.
“Oh god, Billy yes.” You moan mindlessly, tossing your head from side to side.
You tremble, hot tears spilling from the corners of your eyes, every nerve in your body on overdrive, trying to process how one person's mouth could have so much of an effect. He licks over you slowly, kissing your clit, wet sounds of his dextrous tongue filling the room.
What’s worse is the physical need for him, to touch every inch of his skin, to feel him, really feel him, and try to wrap your head around having a person to call your own.
He grips your thighs, squeezes your hips, makes you look up at the ceiling and feel the thoughts drain from your head like it’s a real, physical sensation.
He delves lower, tongue against your entrance a low groan from him as you endure the slow glide of his wet tongue against your walls, shallow, and yet desperate to get as deep into you as possible.
Your hands curl into fists, your eyes screwed shut as your shallow breaths grow loud in your ears.
You say his name but you don’t think he’s capable of hearing you, of pausing the motions of his tongue on your wet cunt.
He holds your pleasure hostage, and once more you feel the fight build inside of you.
You pull at your restraints, crying out when his tongue punishes your sensitive clit with a harsh lick, followed by tender kisses, right on your aching bud.
“I’m sorry.” You gasp, wriggling on the bed, “I’ve learnt my lesson I swear.” You say, trying to bargain with him.
He doesn’t answer, he just keeps going, hot tongue swiping over your clit, again and again, plump lips both a blessing and a curse.
He licks you for long minutes, until you lose control of your limbs, until they ache from being still, until you tremble, desperate to come.
“Pl-ease.” You draw out, voice shaking, your body begging, a roaring in your head that aches so badly you could almost cry.
Your mouth drops open when you feel two of his thick fingers press against your entrance. It hits you like lightning, and all of a sudden, you’re no longer in burning desire, but in a hazy rapture.
“Billy.” You cry, as he takes his time, working his fingers into you. You can hear and feel how wet you are, your head filling with absolute bliss, washing away any semblance of need you once had, any frustration that was being nurtured inside of you.
He keeps his strokes short, drawing out the pleasure you feel each time the thickest part of his fingers threaten to stretch the rim of your cunt, moving so rhythmically, lulling your body into a placid state. He gives you exactly what you need, filling you, licking you, delivering absolution from your burning.
You can’t feel anything except this pleasure, and a connection somewhere deep inside of you, that pulls you to him, draws you near, begs to be each beat of his heart, yearns to be each breath he takes, all paired with the feeling of his tongue lapping softly at your aching clit.
There’s a stuttering in your chest, one that you can feel pulsing in your nether regions as his pace increases. Your body gives no resistance to him, accepting him greedily, wanting more and more and more.
He’s there, giving it all to you, licking you to his heart’s content, pressing his fingers ever deeper, curling them a little, massaging the deepest parts of you, making sure you know that no one will ever make you feel like this.
You gasp in a big breath of air, pulling on the ropes still holding you firm, he lets out a low groan below you and you raise your head to look down at him.
His eyes are still wholly black, a void that pulls you in, the longer he holds eye contact with you.
Billy’s fingers hasten, and all of a sudden you’re right there, on edge again, losing any approximation of time, little whimpers leaving your mouth as you lose all semblance of sanity.
“I- I’m-” You whimper, trying to warn him that it’s all too much, that his touch is unravelling you in the best way possible.
Eyes rolling back into your head, unable to think or breathe for a few seconds, locked in a sharp stasis, balancing right on the brink of euphoria.
And then on your next breath, a release like no other. You hadn’t even realised how tightly you were wound until your orgasm washes over you. You can’t stop the sounds that leave your lips, or the very first squeeze of your cunt around his thick fingers.
One wave of bliss triggers another, and another, until you fall apart completely against his perfect, rough tongue, no hope of keeping your sanity amidst the oncoming flood of pleasure.
It takes you a moment of floating, before you can come back into your body again, only to realise that he hasn’t stopped licking you. You’re almost obsessed with the sensation of his touch, the deep press of his fingers inside of you, soft and languid, bringing you down almost as slowly as he’d lifted you up.
And then there’s the feeling in your head, pleasure swimming through your brain, tingling deep in your bloodstream, wave after wave of mindless, hazy bliss.
The ropes from around your arms and legs loosen, withdrawing, giving back the autonomy it had taken. You sigh with ease, squeezing your hands into fists, to remember how to move once more.
You can’t do much more than little flexes of your muscle, your body is too relaxed, unwilling to move.
He licks you one last time, before you feel his fingers withdraw, his mouth departing from the apex of your thighs.
His eyes are back to their regular red, and you sigh happily as he moves his way up your body.
“How was that, mistress?” Billy asks softly, his body over yours, his fingers sinking into your hair.
“Amazing, Billy, thank you.” You respond in a soft whisper.
He smiles, brings his head down to meet your lips with his.
You get a taste of yourself on his lips, and you make a sound of discomfort when his wet chin touches yours.
You press against his shoulder, breaking the kiss.
“Gosh Billy, your chin is so wet,” You complain, wiping what you assume is a mixture of your arousal and his saliva off your own chin, “We could really use a bath.”
He gives you a slow smile, a potent delight in his eyes that makes you so happy in return.
“Yes, mistress,” He agrees, sliding his other hand below your body, beginning to apply a little force to pull you up toward him.
“One bath coming right up.” Is the last thing he says before he pulls your face up to his.
His kiss distracts you, enraptures you, you hum happily against him, eyes closed and trying to ignore his sticky chin.
He dips you again with a smile against your mouth and the next thing you know is that your bodies are submerged in tepid water.
You don't startle, continuing to kiss him under the water, hands raising to grip his shoulders automatically.
You gasp when he pulls you up, and right into a sitting position on his lap.
He keeps the back of your head gripped in his palm, kissing at your cheek and jaw while you turn your head to the side with a little laugh.
You blink in surprise when you notice unfamiliar surroundings. You're seated in a moderately sized pool, right beside a beautiful open concept house. You turn your head the other way, feeling Billy's lips adapt to kiss your other cheek, noticing that the house is surrounded by thick jungle vegetation.
“Billy?” You ask, feeling his mouth kiss its way down your neck. His only acknowledgement that you've spoken is a curious hum.
“Where are we?”
“Phuket.” He says, voice muffled against your chest.
“Thailand?” You say in surprise.
His only response is another hum.
You grip his face between both your hands, tilting his head up to meet your eyes. He gives you almost the same look that he was giving you before- when he was looking up at you from between your thighs- half lidded, calm.
“Why are we here?” You inquire softly.
“Bath.” Is all he answers, leaning in to kiss your chest again.
“Are you okay?” You whisper, looking down at him, trying to figure out why there was such a spaced out feeling in the back of your head.
“Mhmm.” He replies, lips on your breast, kissing your nipple gently, “Happy.”
Happy. That’s what it was. Like a flutter in the back of your head, behind your eyes, you could tell he was drunk on his contentment.
“Why happy?” You whisper, hoping not to break into his haze.
“Happy to… provide, mistress.”
You feel a tightness in your throat, an inundation of emotion, threatening to choke you with the fierceness of it.
You tilt his head up again, looking into his glassy eyes, before kissing him with all the fire you have inside of you.
You know if you could, if you weren’t afraid of the pain of it, you would slide onto his cock right then and there.
He moans against your mouth, probably receiving some indication of where your thoughts have taken you.
Your hands smooth over his neck, down to his shoulders, fingers feeling over his collarbones.
“I’ve never swam naked before.” You say against his lips, feeling him laugh in response.
“Me neither.” He answers.
You push away from him playfully, smiling as you turn around to dip your entire body below the water, feeling the way the water moves around you. When you break the surface of the water for a breath, pushing your hair out of your face, you look back over your shoulder at him.
He’s in the same spot for just a second, before he’s in front of you, moving at speeds beyond your understanding.
You gasp in surprise, his arms wrapped around your body, pulling you against him. He lowers himself, pulling your legs around his hips, you let out a surprised gasp when his cock slots right between your thighs, tapping against your sensitive clit.
He kisses you again, mouth eager on your own, turning you and walking you to a place you can’t see, his hand gripping your damp hair, angling his head to deepen your kiss and leaving you struggling to catch up with his fervour.
He lifts you, resting your naked body on the edge of the pool, your bare ass warmed by the sun-heated wooden deck.
“Need another taste.” He says against your mouth, his tail wrapped around your thigh, gliding gently along the seam of your cunt. You gasp in amazement at his desperate display.
“What?” You ask, not understanding what he’s saying with the way you’re exposed, naked in the open air. The only thing stopping the sun from hitting you directly in the eyes is an overhead umbrella.
He pulls you forward a little, tossing your legs over each of his shoulders, muttering something that you can’t make sense of.
A quick kiss to your inner thigh and then his rough tongue sinks into the seam of your cunt once more.
His tongue moves a lot more meaningfully this time, no attempt to torment you, his only goal is tasting you.
You gasp, arms buckling from where you’re trying to hold yourself up, his tongue once more attempting to make quick work of you out in the open beside the pool.
You don’t try to stop him, or resist him, simply keeping your thighs parted so that he can have his fill of you, willing to give your demon anything he desired.
.
He hadn’t stopped until you were boneless, barely able to keep your head up, almost on the brink of passing out.
It had been a really long day, and at the end of it, after he’d cleaned you up and tucked you into bed beside him, he’d hand fed you fruits while you were close to sleep.
“Thank you,” You breathe, face tucked into his chest while you chew on a grape, the sweetness of it is delicious.
His tail flicks happily against your thigh, swaying while your legs are tangled in the sheets of the bed.
“You’re welcome, mistress.” He says softly, kissing the top of your head.
You sigh, closing your eyes. You want to tell him about Dimitri, but you decide that maybe tomorrow would be better. You didn’t want to interrupt the peace right now with those stories.
Sleep comes easy, when you don’t know exactly where you are, and you don’t even have to worry about it.
.
You're not sure what wakes you. If it's the lack of his heartbeat, or the coldness that seeps into your skin.
Maybe it's something else, a feeling, deep in your chest that something is not quite right.
You're immediately alert, blinking and looking around as if you hadn't been asleep at all.
You take a deep breath, let out a little hum, checking the time.
A little after one in the morning.
You look around for your demon, unable to find him.
You want to call out for him, but something in your head says not to do it.
He’s nearby, you can feel that too, in some kind of distress.
You look around for something to pull on, sighing when you can only get a hold of a satin robe, tugging it on quickly and also grabbing the folded blanket at the base of the bed and throwing it over you.
As expected, outside is cold, and you tug the blanket tighter to you, making sure it’s not dragging on the floor as you try to quietly look for Billy.
He’s not in the immediate vicinity, so you close your eyes, and you reach for him in your head.
Suddenly you feel a connection, like a tether in the air that guides you in his direction. You follow where it leads, taking you down a flight of wooden stairs, illuminated only by the light of the moon.
With the forest on either side of you, you try not to focus on the possibility of any critters showing up, not wanting to think about what you’d do if you saw a lizard.
Or worse yet, a snake.
You take a deep breath, squashing your fears, determined to find him.
The stairs take you down to a little beach, with soft blue lamps at the end of the stairs. It’s so dark here that the stars shine brighter than you’ve ever seen.
There’s a jetty, stretching out onto the open sea, and a small open air hut at the very end, with a roof of something you think is straw above.
You take your time, stepping onto it, appreciating how sturdy it is, watching a little crab skitter away as you approach.
You can see him now, his hunched figure seated on a wooden bench looking out at the dark sea.
He doesn’t turn his head when you approach, and you worry that you’re encroaching on his personal space.
“It’s cold out here.” You whisper, referring to the chilly ocean breeze that washes over you both, you sit beside him, raising the blanket to rest one side of it on his shoulder, hoping to warm him up.
He doesn’t look at you, he doesn’t say anything.
You want to speak, to say something to comfort him, but you're so caught up in saying the wrong thing that you say nothing at all.
Instead, you rest your head against his arm, breathing in the dark sea air with him.
The crash of waves calm you, rids you of any lingering worry and fear you once had.
You can feel his though, something whirring like a broken clock inside of his head, a fear he's too scared to talk about.
You take slow calming breaths beside him, pressing on that connection in your head, soothing over it like it's a knot in a muscle that you're trying to unravel.
“Hell,” Billy finally says with his voice shaking imperceptibly, “Is not hot.”
You smile thinking that this was an odd way to begin a story.
But you don't speak, you don't want to distract him, or break the cadence of his thinking or his words.
“From the second I died, I woke up in the same spot Frank had killed me in, except I wasn't really there.”
He takes a shaky breath.
“I went straight to Hell, and I stayed there for a long time.”
You raise your head to look at him, to watch him as he stares out at the dark ocean.
“My punishment was, understanding exactly what I had done, from every point of view that I had wronged. I lived through all of their lives, I felt their pain, their fear- so much fear, I watched myself kill them, I felt the helplessness of each life I’d taken. Maria, Frank Jr., Lisa, and the countless other people I’d killed- I relived their deaths, over and over again until I could only see a monster where I once saw my face.”
“I guess that’s how it starts, Hell shows you who you are, and by the time the punishment comes around, you know you deserve it with every atom in your body.”
Your lower lip trembles, sad, for your demon.
“They made me relive that night so many times, I can still feel the fear in Lisa when I found her, like lightning running down my spine, freezing my limbs in place. She was just a little girl, and I took the rest of her life from her without a second thought.”
It gets hard for you to breathe at the very thought of it, your heart breaks for the people he’s hurt.
“Maria had only ever been kind to me. She’d taken me in like her own brother without a second thought, she’d given me a home, and I’d torn hers to pieces.”
You feel hot tears slip down your cheeks, unable to speak now, listening to him.
“What would you do to a person like that? A traitor, in every sense of the word. Frank was the closest thing I’d ever had to family, my brother, my best friend, he would have died for me. How would you punish me?”
You don’t want to say it, you don’t want to speak it into existence.
You stay silent.
“I’d tell you how I’d do it. I’d give that monster hope. I’d make him believe in something, believe that he could be better, that he could change. I’d show him what being wanted could feel like, and then when he was at his highest point, just as he believes that everything he’s ever wanted could be his, I’d take it all away.”
You squeeze your eyes shut, the pain of his words is almost too much to bear.
“Is that what you think I am?” You ask softly, “A lesson to be learned? Something to be taken away from you?”
“What if you are? What if I’m still in Hell?”
“Which one are you more afraid of? That you are… Or that you aren’t?”
He shudders out a breath, unable to answer.
You wipe at your tears suddenly, sitting up.
“Billy, I can promise you that I’m a real person. I’ve lived through so much pain, and heartbreak, and loss and betrayal. It haunts me all the time. I don’t know if I’m a good person, but I definitely think I’d know if I was being used to punish you.”
“This is real, those stars up there are real, that moon, the ocean, the wind, the island- all of it is real and I’m real too, so are you and I know that because when I touch you,” You move your hand, reaching for his, “When I put my hand in yours I can feel you-” You suck in a breath, your watery vision meeting his.
“-I can feel you in my head, in my chest, under my skin and I know that you’re real because I know you can feel me the same way I feel you.”
He blinks, his hand tightening its grip on yours before he leans forward, pressing his lips to yours harshly.
A cascading ripple of desire in your head, you raise your hand to cup his cheek.
“You have to remind me.” He says in between kisses, “That I’m real, and this is too.”
You smile into his mouth, fingers tangling in the hair at the base of his neck.
“Of course, Billy. I will.”
He sighs, pulling you tight against his chest, his cheek pressed to the top of your head.
“My mistress.” He sighs.
My demon, you think.
.
You lie beside him, fingers tangled together while you look up at the stars.
He'd used his influence to get a cozy mattress onto the jetty, and you'd taken up a space in it easily after sitting on the wooden bench for so long.
The ocean makes its relaxing sound below you, rhythmic and soft, daring you to have any bad thoughts here.
“Will you tell me about… Dimitri?”
A sad smile pulls onto your face, you nod, knowing that at least your bad experiences will help ground him.
“We met at the start of college. He was a friend of my roommate, so he was kind of always around, and we just became good friends over time. I never really… liked him like that, but I guess he must have seen things a different way. He was really interested in the fact that I'd never had sex, and he always asked me about it… about my plans for losing my virginity. I didn't know at the time, but I guess looking back at it now, there were a lot of conversations we'd had that had made me super uncomfortable. I thought I was uncomfortable because I was inexperienced, but I think that those were uncomfortable situations to begin with.”
“What do you mean?” Billy interrupts.
“Well, he asked about porn preferences, and odd things like if I'd ever used my fingers- and we've spoken about the same things, you and I- but the context, the situations were totally different. I just wasn't interested in him like that, and he would just keep pushing me more and more each time.”
You shudder, remembering some of the ways Dimitri had made you uncomfortable.
“It wasn't… all bad, he really was a good friend at times, helping me out, being a real friend when I was sad, he even brought medicine for me once when I was too sick to move. But… one night we'd been hanging out, and he leaned over and he'd kissed me. I was so shocked, and I didn't really know if I'd wanted to do this with him or not, and it took me a little too long to figure it out. He was, on top of me, reaching for my jeans when I'd made up my mind.”
You pause, blinking, trying to stop the tightness in your throat.
“He got angry. He told me that I'd just been stringing him along this whole time and that I was a shitty person for making him try so hard to be my friend to get nothing in return.”
You take another slow breath, running your thumb over the back of Billy’s hand.
“It wasn't a scary kind of angry, he was just talking loudly. I just kept saying I was sorry, but I wasn't interested like that. Eventually he stormed off. But… in the aftermath, he'd made it seem to all our friends like I was some girl that enjoyed getting attention from boys, and enjoyed hurting them by making them invest time into getting to know me, only to reject them. Some of them didn't believe him, but the ones that did convinced the others to stay away from me and my roommate got so hostile that I ended up finding another place in the middle of the semester just to get away.”
Your stomach twists, not enjoying having to relive this.
“We'd been such good friends too. I could tell him anything at one point and he'd understand me, that just became another weapon used to alienate me.”
“I should have killed him.” Billy finally says, and when you finally meet his eyes, you see them red, angry on your behalf.
You let out an amused breath, followed by a little laugh. You lean in to press your face into his chest.
“Nah, killing him would be too easy. Having him live to see me happy would be way worse outcome for him. People with those kind of mindsets, well, they have ways of making their lives worse all on their own.”
He cups your cheek, his hands are warm, holding you so gently, tender in a way you've only ever dreamed of. He tilts your head up, so that you can look into his eyes.
“I'm sorry this happened to you.” He murmurs.
“Thank you, Billy.” You lean up to place a little kiss on his lips.
“And I'm so angry on your behalf, mistress. Believe me when I say that you're the only thing keeping him alive right now.”
You laugh, leaning in to kiss him again.
You toss an arm over his body, pulling yourself closer to him, his tail adjusts itself around your thigh as you move.
“Tell me something nice.” You murmur into his chest, breathing in his scent, wishing it would stick to your skin, “Tell me about your childhood.”
It's uncomfortably silent for a long moment, you get the feeling that maybe you've said something wrong.
“You can have something nice, or something about my childhood,” he makes an amused sound, “Not both.”
You groan, squeezing him tightly.
“That bad?”
“I'll put it like this, Hell could have punished me by making me relive my childhood and it didn't.”
“Oh.” You hum sadly, “I'm sorry.”
He sighs, reaching to cup the back of your neck, tilting your head back so that he can place a soft kiss on your lips.
“Don't be sorry. I'll tell you about it another time. But right now I have a surprise for you.”
“Yeah?” You ask, smiling as he kisses your mouth again.
“Of course. Look.” He says, angling his head in the direction of the ocean.
It's dark, and you have to squint your eyes to focus on anything. You wait for a moment, seeing absolutely nothing.
It's just the dark ocean, and the pretty stars in the sky. You feel your eyes adjust to the almost pure darkness that you were looking at, you swear you could almost see a very subtle cloud of light in the sky that you think might be the milky way.
“It's very beautiful, Billy, I love the stars.” You state, studying them as best as you could.
He chuckles beside you, leaning in to kiss your cheek.
“So cute, mistress, but I meant the water.”
You blink, confused, you look down.
Suddenly, a streak of blue lights up in the ocean quickly.
What the hell was that? You think, pushing the sheets off your shoulders to stand, walking to the edge of the jetty and looking over.
Your mouth drops open.
Like the sky, the ocean is filled with twinkling light, but it's not a reflection of the stars, but the presence of something bioluminescent in the water.
“Oh my god.” You say excitedly, kneeling on the cold wood, leaning over to see as much as possible.
Any kind of disturbance in the water makes the organisms light up for a small moment. There's a ring of cerulean around the pillars of the jetty, glittering like living stars in front of your eyes.
Another streak of blue illuminates, and you gasp in surprise. You realize that they're fish, lighting up the water as they pass by.
You sit there, hypnotized by the look of the water for a long moment. Billy steps up beside you, and drops a pebble into the water, disturbing the surface so that it glows for you.
You giggle, looking up at him, extending your hands for pebbles as well so that you can toss them in.
He uses his influence to manifest a bag of pebbles that fit perfectly into the palm of your hand.
You feel like a child, transfixed with wonder as you dig into the bag for a few stones to toss into the water.
The ocean ripples with blue light whenever you drop a stone in.
The waves look alive with lustre, and you feel so small under the stars, staring out at all of it, feeling something deep in your chest that you've never ever felt before.
You finally find a way to ask a question that has been on your mind for a while.
“Matt… said that you were trying to corrupt me. Is that still true?”
“Yes.” He says with no hesitation, making something deep inside of you pulse.
“Why?” You ask softly.
“I told you before, I want to own you, the way you own me.”
You find that your arousal is more potent than your fear.
Your lips part, hesitant to ask.
“So, h-how do you intend to do that?”
You feel amusement cascade through your bond.
He leans in, his mouth pressed against the shell of your ear.
“You don’t need to worry your pretty little head, mistress. It’s all going according to plan.”
Your eyelids flutter, your core tightens with excitement.
Perhaps you should be more afraid than you actually were… but where was the fun in that?
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Getting in the Halloween mood, I hope you are. Would I love to request a darkBilly! filthy Smut involving a grand gothic haunted house? Maybe he could be master of the manor and invite the reader to stay for the weekend while he lights the way with his candelabra? BUT IT TURNS OUT HE'S A FUCKING GHOST, get it? Haha. Yes, I would.
I hope u enjoy! Thank u sm for requesting and I'm sorry it took an age. This is my gothic y'all. My freakin' Jane Eyre. If u catch the Punisher Easter egg u get my eternal gratitude and a little forehead kiss.
Hopefully Billy won't...ghost her....
tagging miss @idaofinfinity
Warnings for: wax play, sex, 18+ minors DNI
Billy Russo x Fem Reader
In the Shadow of Death
As the autumn air filters through your nose for the first time, you're grateful you made the choice to take a few weeks off of work to recharge. You'd never been to upstate New York, had never traveled farther than the brownstone row homes and cracked pavement of your Brooklyn neighborhood.
Now you're here, in Castle Grove, New York, breathing in the crisp air of the first real autumn weekend. You pop the trunk of your rental car and grab your duffel bag, admiring the low stone wall of the house you'd rented for the month of October. It's a humble wooden structure, with rustic red shutters and a creaky front door that seems to howl as you toe it open, bag and keys occupying your hands.
The inside of the house is cozy, an amalgamation of festive throw pillows and plush furniture. But that's not what catches your eye. It's the Victorian mansion that faces away from your little house, only connected by the dying grass outside. There's a wrought iron fence hiding the bottom half, but the top is exquisite, whorls of grays and blacks meshing in the paint and carved wood around the windows. You stare in awe for a while, wondering who might live there, before moving to get unpacked. You leave the curtains drawn just in case you might get a glimpse of the mysterious owner of the mansion.
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It's a few days later when it arrives. The thick cream envelope is sealed with a black clump of wax, the elegant swirls pressed into it matching the ones you gaze at out of your window each slow afternoon. Suddenly it's very clear who the message is from. You tear into it eagerly, unable to wait. Inside is a single card, the script neat and small.
Welcome to the neighborhood. I'd like to invite you to the manor behind your home tomorrow evening for a meal. Please arrive at 8.
-William Russo
"William..." You ponder.
Certainly mysterious.
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The following night arrives quickly, your nerves almost getting the better of you. Should you bring something? How do you dress for this? Who is William Russo?
The questions swirl in your mind as you grudgingly choose a simple black dress with sleeves and a bottle of your favorite red wine. You're still unsure as you mount the wide steps to the house, the black front door gaping at you like the mouth of some ancient creature. Before you can raise your hand to knock, the door swings open, and a head of dark hair poked through it.
The man you're left staring as it gorgeous, dark eyes matched to his hair and a small smile on his plush lips. His eyes are inquisitive as he takes you in.
"You must be the neighbor."
You nod.
"I'm Y/N. Thank you for the invitation."
His smile widens. "Welcome." He says, opening the door wider and beckoning you in.
You're struck first by how dark it is inside. You can make out the outlines of paintings with thick frames and furniture covered by sheets. There's only a dull glow coming from William's hands as he holds up a candelabra.
"My apologies, this is an old house, and recent renovations have left the electricity lacking. I thought they would have been further along by now."
You nod, assured by his words.
"Understandable. This is a gorgeous house you have."
William nods. "It's been in my family for generations."
You take in as much as you can parse out as William guides you through the halls, twisting and turning around the carpeted labyrinth. You hadn't realized how large the house is, the outside not giving it away. You watch William's broad shoulders move as he walks, his white button up displaying the play of muscle under it.
When you reach the dining room, the light heightens, an array of candles spread across the tables and shelves in the room. The table is thick oak, and there's a variety of foods on the it.
"I wasn't sure what your tastes were, so I made it all."
William looks almost sheepish as he takes the wine from your hands, moving to pour it into two glasses.
"It's wonderful!" You say, eyes wide in excitement.
He looks sated, pulling out a chair for you to sit on. When you're seated he takes his own, moving it a little closer to you in the intimate lighting. When the food is served you eat a little of everything, complimenting his cooking often. You enjoy seeing the little smile spread across his mouth, and you can't help wondering what that mouth would feel like on your skin.
"So, neighbor-"
"Y/N." you correct, smirking at his raised eyebrow.
"My apologies, Y/N." He practically purrs your name, and you resist the urge to shiver. "Why are you in town?"
"Well, I wanted a break from work. I'm from the city, and I figured the fresh air would do me good."
"It certainly does help. It's a wonderful place to be this time of year." William affirms.
"I'm also glad you invited me over." You admit. "I've been admiring your home all week."
You bite your lip, suddenly shy.
"I've been admiring you all week." William answers smoothly.
Your eyes dart up, locking with his. He looks serious, hungry almost and you have the suspicion it's no longer for the meal. You should be afraid, alone in a dark house with a stranger. But something in William's face grounds you, and a second later it has you leaning forward.
"Is that so?"
"It is." He replies.
"So what, is this a date?" You ask.
William grins, white teeth on display. "Well that depends on what kind of woman you are."
"What, don't kiss on the first date, William?"
"I believe the issue is that I do."
He's so close now, just a breath away from your mouth, and you ache to close the space between you.
"Good thing I'm that kind of woman." You breathe out.
He kisses you and it's hot and wet from the start. His mouth devours yours, tongue probing yours like it's the last time he'll take a lover. You moan into it, hands moving to grip his shoulders as he cradles the back of your head, fisting your hair while the other hand reaches for your waist. You make out with William, trading slow kisses until he pulls away suddenly.
"The bedroom is close." William pants.
You nod, already standing. He doesn't pick the candelabra back up, instead navigating the darkness adeptly as he leads you by your hand. A few moments later you're entering a room with a four poster bed and plush pillows. The room is illuminated my the moonlight through the window, casting the old fashioned fixtures in a ghostly glow.
William backs you onto the bed, pulling his shirt over his head as you kick off your shoes. In the light of the moon his pale skin looks almost translucent, but before you look to closely he's on top of you, grinding his hips into yours feverishly. You gasp, hands threading into his hair as he works his way down your throat, nipping at the skin. When he reaches the neckline of your dress he leans back, tugging the fabric over your head and immediately unclasping your bra.
Then you're exposed, the cool air brushing your skin for just a second until William's mouth closes over your left nipple, hot tongue lapping at the skin.
"Ah!" You gasp.
William groans, other hand moving to squeeze your other breast. You arch into the attention, hips stuttering against his. You can feel the hard bulge in his pants, and you clench around nothing. When he pulls off to lave at the other nipple you stop him, tugging at his belt.
"Please." You beg, chest heaving.
"Eager girl, aren't you darling?" William purrs.
You nod quickly, smiling as he takes pity and undoes the leather belt, dropping it to the floor. When you tug his pants down and free his thick cock, he growls. Your hands are suddenly pinned to the bed, William's muscular frame looming over you.
"Open." He commands.
You open your mouth, closing your eyes in bliss as he lets a trail of saliva fall fro his mouth to yours. You close your mouth and swallow, and a second later you're rewarded with deft fingers swiping across your clothed clit. You cry out, the sound muffled by the fingers William pushes through your lips. Then he's gone, his body removed from yours. You sit up, searching for his figure in the darkness.
"Stay there." He calls, voice commanding as you hear the bedroom door open and close.
You pant, spread across the sheets as you wait for his return. It only takes a minute before he's back, one of the candles from the dining room in hand. He approaches the bed, and you can clearly see now how red his mouth his, how flushed his cheeks have become. You must look the same.
"I'm going to make you cum, but first we're going to play."
It's then you comprehend what the candle is for.
You nod, eyes wide.
"Use your words, darling."
"Yes, sir."
When the first drops of warm wax drip over your stomach you can't help but gasp, the liquid cooling on your skin. You feel something uncoil inside you then, something wild and dangerous. William must see it on your face because he grins, dropping more of the wax onto your skin, making a trail up to your breasts. When the wax touches your nipples for the first time you moan, deep and long into the night air.
"More?" William asks, smoothing hand over your hair.
"Yes, yes, yes." You babble, pleasure overtaking you.
William works back down your body, wax dropping onto you with bursts of heat that dissipate into pressure, leaving you feeling like there are fingers pressed into you all over.
When he reaches your still-clothed pussy, William stop his work, discarding the candle on a nearby table. When he returns he slips your panties off, gazing at your wet heat.
"Is this all for me?" He teases.
"No, sorry, it's for the ghosts." You retort.
"I'm sure they'd appreciate that, but you're mine right now."
Then he's diving in, licking into your pussy like you're his favorite dessert. You grip his hair, hips bucking as you grind onto his tongue. He adds two fingers and pumps them into you, stretching your pussy for his cock. Wet sounds pour forth from where your bodies connect, and you gasp and cry out as you reach your peak. When you cum, William grips your thighs tightly, holding you down until the aftershocks subside. When you come to, he's on top of you again, rubbing his cock through your folds.
"Ready for me?" He groans, cock twitching.
"So fucking ready."
He laughs, loud and loose as he pushes in, the sound elongating into a guttural moan. He begins to pump into you immediately, hard thrusts punctuated by the slap of his hips against yours. He fills you, thick cock stretching your walls and rubbing deliciously against your walls.
It feels like William is everywhere, on top of you, around you, in all your senses. He's pressed close, his skin bouncing off the wavering glow of the candle until you can't keep your eyes open any longer, gasping his name as you cum a second time, going limp in his arms. William's forehead presses to yours, his hips stuttering as he cums after you, his hot cum filling your still-clenching pussy. He pants into your open mouth, and you imagine you can taste his satisfaction on your own tongue.
A few moments later you drift off, William stroking your sweaty hair.
When you wake, you're in your bedroom, the sun streaming through the open curtains, casting little shapes on your skin. You're naked still, you clothes folded neatly on the chair in the corner, and William is nowhere to be found.
When you finally scrape yourself off of your sheets, satisfied but confused, you find yourself reaching for your laptop. Who did you sleep with last night? Just some rich, lonely, gorgeous bachelor? Or is there more to it, that man alone in the big black house. You type his name into the browser with the name of the town, clicking the first result.
The Russo family manor has been abandoned since the late 1940s, when the last of the Russo children, William, passed away of tuberculosis contracted serving in the Second World War. The house is maintained by a trust in the family's name. Local legend says William can still be seen wandering the halls, lighting his way with the family's gold candelabra.
When you look up he's in the window of the upstairs bedroom, waiting for your eyes to meet his. You swear you can see the bed through him.
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[ lake side sighting- b.r ]
pairing : sea monster!billy russo x reader
content : star crossed lovers, sea monster!billy, angst
b.r taglist : @snowkestrel @judig92 @k-marzolf
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Everyday you’d pass that lake, walking past it as you travelled through the forest towards the city. You had grown up in a cabin in the woods and seen the lake everyday. As a kid you swore you could see a creature in their with pale blue scales, webbed ears and midnight eyes.
One day while passing the leg you saw a splash. As your eyes drifted towards the body of water something was out of place. A deep blue tail like that of a mermaid. Shaking your head you continued your path.
That afternoon when you returned a humanoid creature was laying against the lake side. In its chest was a fish hook. Your body moved before your mind could process and you ran over to the creature. Making a move to press your jacket to the wound. Running towards your cabin and returning with a first aid kit.
In a matter of minutes you patched the creature up. Admiring his deep blue tale and the pale blue scales of his humanoid half. Cupping some water in your hand you splashed it in his face.
The creature looked at you with inky black eyes, the same you used to see as a child. Could it be? You didn’t know and didn’t dare to ask. The creature looked at you.
“Human… you… helped me..”
The creature stammered out, slipping back into the lake. Hiding under the algae covered water, the only parts of him that remained above water were his eyes and parts of his webbed ears.
“You were hurting…”
Your words were barely above a whisper as you admired his looks. Noticing how his webbed ears would flap and push the water around. A giggle escaped your lips at the sight and you inched towards the water, dipping the toes of your shoes into the lake.
“You’re still as kind as you were as a child human”
Before you could even ask the creature disappeared into the depths of the lake. You didn’t know if you’d see him again, you didn’t even know if it was real. With a heavy heart you walked back to your cabin. Preparing for a night of woe.
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In Bloom
Photos are not mine. They are courtesy of Pinterest/Google.
Pairing: Billy Russo x F! Reader
Warnings: None really, maybe a swear word or two but extra fluffy bunnies and unicorns
Word Count: 2.7k-ish
Summary: Part 1 of 3 (I think) Reader is in a bit of a romantic slump so she buys herself flowers every Friday until one day she finds out they’re already paid for.
A/N: Based on this ask/idea from my lovely lovely Lily @munsonownsmyass I hope you like it, my love ❤️
This girl is single and haven't had anyone in a while. Miss the intimacy. Just to make herself happy, she buys flowers for herself every Friday. But one day, the flowers have already been paid for. It's the same thing the next Friday. Then one day, there's a little note attached to the flowers....
As always, thank you for reading! I appreciate it so much and comments, reblogs are welcome and encouraged. Don’t be shy to tell me your favorite part. 💕💕 💕
“When was the last time you went out on a date?”
Rolling your eyes, those words felt like a hard punch to the stomach coming from your mother.
Your Friday afternoon lunch with her felt like days. It all started with the lunch spot you chose…it wasn’t to her standards but then again nothing was. Nothing seemed to ever be good enough whether it was your job, the clothes you wore, the apartment you lived in, or the sandwich shop you picked for lunch.
It was all beneath her, sub-standard, and you had accepted the fact that nothing you do will ever be good enough for her so you just decided to continue to do whatever made you happy and not worry about what would be pleasing to her.
She tried like hell to mold you into what she wanted you to be, how she wanted you to dress, what she wanted you to do for a living, and even what kind of wedding she had wanted you to have. She didn’t succeed and when you called off your wedding to a man that looked perfect on paper but was a monster behind closed doors, she didn’t try as hard to make you into something that you just weren’t going to be.
She still took not-so subtle jabs though.
“Have a good weekend, hun. Try and get some sleep, you look tired.”
A visit with mom wasn’t complete until she commented on how you looked. It was definitely time to go.
The early autumn wind picked up as you walked from the sandwich place toward the flower shop which was a few blocks away. Your little Friday tradition was just something you had decided to do for yourself every week.
The flowers made your apartment just a little bit brighter and brought a smile to your face every time you looked at them on your dining room table.
You hadn’t really noticed the flower shop before but it presented itself when you needed a little cheering up.
It was after another bad first date, the third one in a row. You were walking home from the bar after yet another Wall Street type asshole had spent the early evening hours droning on and on about himself when the essence of rose attacked your sense of smell. It stopped you dead in your tracks and caused you to shift your eyes from the sidewalk to the door of the flower shop in front of you.
Bouquets of beautiful flowers were in buckets of water outside but so many more caught your eye that were inside so you decided to go in and look around.
“We close in fifteen minutes, Miss. Is there something specific you’re looking for?” The man behind the counter had asked with a warm smile.
You tried to smile back but it only came out as half a smile. “Something to make me feel better after a bad date?” You replied.
His expression tempered and you could tell he really wanted to help.
“Let me see what I can put together for you.” He said.
And he went to work pulling flowers from different buckets and arranging them into the most beautiful bouquet, wrapping them in paper and plastic and securing them with a ribbon. The bouquet was full of carnations, roses, gerbera daisies, and lilies…all in different shades of red and pink. It was almost like he knew they were two of your favorite colors.
Watching him meticulously put those flowers together for you already made you feel better about that night.
“Here you go, my dear. Beautiful flowers for a beautiful lady.” He said handing you the flowers.
You were absolutely stunned at how gorgeous they were and that was how you met Mr. Campbell, the sweetest little old man with the prettiest flowers in town which kept you coming back weekly for fresh ones.
After the taxing lunch you just had with your mother, it was time to make yourself feel better with your weekly flowers.
“Hi, Mr. Campbell. How are you today!?” You asked.
He shifted his gaze from the bouquet he was working on to greet you, pushing his glasses up that had slid down the bridge of his nose.
“My dear, y/n! Well, I can’t complain…I woke up again so that’s a good thing, plus I knew I’d get to see your smiling face today and that’s ALWAYS a good thing.” He said with excitement.
A wide smile stretched across your lips. “This is my favorite Friday stop, Mr. Campbell!” You said.
The corner of his mouth turned up and he raised his eyebrows. “You sure it’s not the liquor store, y/n?” He asked with a slight chuckle while looking at the bottle of wine in your hand.
You let out a full blown belly laugh. “Ok, well that’s my OTHER favorite Friday stop. You know I like my wine.” You said trying to control your laughter.
“What are you in the mood for today, my dear?” Mr. Campbell asked.
You inhaled sharply and let out a deep exhale. “Well I just had a very long and taxing lunch with my mother so something a little crazy with a lot of colors would be perfect.”
And that’s all he needed to hear. In a matter of minutes he moved from bucket to bucket, picking out every color flower he could get his fragile little hands on and arranged them especially for you into one crazy colored bouquet.
“Awww Mr. Campbell, they’re perfect, as always! Thank you!” You said handing him the money for the flowers and the nip of Jack Daniel’s you bought for him every Friday. “There’s better tasting whiskey out there, you sure you don’t want somethin’ else?”
“No, no…this is what I like y/n.” He said, getting back to the arrangement he was working on when you walked in.
“Ok, well you just let me know if you want something else. I gotta get goin’, I have a hot date with the couch and this wine when I get home.” You said sarcastically.
“It’s Friday night, my dear. You should go OUT on a date!” He said.
You couldn’t help but roll your eyes. “Oh no, don’t you start with me too Mr. Campbell. My mother said the same thing to me a little while ago. I’ll see you next week.” You said as you waved goodbye and reached for the door.
An incredibly handsome man on the other side of the door opened it for you and ushered you through. He was tall, with dark hair, a short beard, eyes as dark as the night sky and a perfect smile.
You smiled back. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.” He said.
You didn’t look back and headed for home.
The flower shop after you left.
“Good afternoon, Mr. Russo. The usual for you today?” Mr. Campbell asked.
Billy had his long overcoat tucked under his arm, watching with a smile as he watched you walk down the street until you were out of sight.
“Yes please, Luther. That would be great.” Billy said softly as he paced around looking at all the different flowers.
Mr. Campbell had caught Billy looking at you when you left the shop.
“She’s beautiful, isn’t she.” He stated, raising his eyebrows.
Billy thought he had acted nonchalant while checking you out. “What?” Billy asked. “Oh…yes…she is. Was that her first time in here?”
“She comes in every Friday and buys flowers for herself.” Mr. Campbell said.
A sly smirk stretched across Billy’s face. “Well we can’t have that now can we, Luther.”
Mr. Campbell returned the smirk, looked at Billy over his glasses and asked. “Shall I add another bouquet to your weekly purchase, Billy?”
“Yes please, whatever she wants but do NOT tell her I’m the one that paid for them.” Billy said sternly.
“She is going to ask, so what am I supposed to tell her?” Said Mr. Campbell.
Billy rested his hand on the counter and pondered for a minute.
As he picked up his flowers and started to walk toward the door, Billy turned back to Mr. Campbell and said “Just tell her you are sworn to secrecy and she’ll find out…soon, I promise.”
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The following Friday after a long day at work, you clocked out and started your walk to the flower shop. The warm afternoon sun grazed the high points of your face as you strolled down the sidewalk just enjoying the crisp fall air, and in no rush to get where you were going.
This was your favorite time of year. Vendors in the street sold warm apple cider and kettle corn, people with their flushed cheeks hurried past you with their hands shoved into their jacket pockets, while a short gust of wind nearly took your hat right off of your head.
Your first stop was the liquor store. Mr. Campbell really enjoyed the nip of Jack Daniel’s you gave him every Friday, he always told you it was the best part of his week and you loved it too. It felt nice to have something steady in your life even if was just a sweet elderly man and a bouquet of self-bought flowers.
The wind caught the door on your way into the flower shop and you had a hard time holding on to it but you managed to close it before it flew off the hinges.
“A little windy out there, y/n?” He joked, barely looking up from the arrangement he was putting together.
You pressed your lips together and replied. “Just a little. I nearly lost my hat, Mr. Campbell!”
“So what sort of bouquet will make you feel good today, my dear.” He asked.
Looking around the shop, the sunflowers caught your eye. “Something with a few sunflowers, I think.” You said.
And off he went picking out autumn colors of burnt orange, bright yellow, and deep red with the sunflowers being the focal point in the middle next to fern like greens. It was a beautiful work of art just like every other week which always put a smile on your face.
As you opened your purse, Mr. Campbell stopped you, waving his hand at you to put your wallet away. “No…no, they’re already paid for y/n.”
You had a confused yet skeptical look on your face. “What do you mean they’re already paid for?” You said.
“Exactly what I said y/n, someone has already paid for your flowers.” He said, with a devilish grin stretched across his face.
“Well, who paid for them?” You asked.
“I am sworn to secrecy, my dear.” He said raising his hand and closing his eyes.
Reaching into your tote bag, you pulled out the nip of Jack Daniel’s. “Ya know I’m not sure you deserve this today but that wouldn’t be very nice of me, would it.” You said, narrowing your eyes at him.
“I’m sworn to secrecy but you will find out soon who paid for them, he promised.” He stated with a slight smile as you waved and left the store.
Who could it be?
For the next few weeks, every time you’ve gone to pay for your flowers they had already been paid for. You even treated yourself to long stem red roses one week, orchids the next and Mr. Campbell STILL insisted he had already been paid. It didn’t matter how expensive the flowers were, you didn’t have to pay a dime.
Every week, you would BEG Mr. Campbell to tell you who was paying for your bouquets but he didn’t fold. He didn’t give up the name of the man buying you whatever your little heart desired that week but he really loved watching you smile.
Finally on week number four, you walked in to pick out your flowers and after putting together your bouquet, Mr. Campbell had a little something extra to add…it was a note that said:
Someone as sweet as you shouldn’t have to buy their own flowers. I hope you’ve been enjoying them. Now look outside…
You looked up from the card toward the door and flashing his perfect smile at you was the handsome man that had held the door open for you a handful of weeks ago. Warmth rushed to your cheeks and suddenly there were butterflies in your stomach as he walked through the door and planted himself firmly in front of you.
“Billy Russo…it’s nice to finally meet you…” He said, extending his hand for you to shake.
You extended your hand. “It’s nice to meet you too, Billy. I’m y/f/n y/l/n. So you’re the one that swore Mr. Campbell to secrecy?” You asked.
“Ah I knew Luther would be able to keep my secret, although he wanted me to tell you two weeks ago. He can be a little impatient.” Billy said with a warm smile and a slight whisper.
Looking over the tops of his glasses, Mr. Campbell said. “Well don’t talk about me like I’m not here. And do you have something for me, my dear y/n?”
You had completely forgotten about the nip of Jack Daniel’s in your bag that was meant for him so you reached in the bag and set it on the counter.
“Oh!! I am so sorry Mr. Campbell. Here ya go.” You said.
He took the little nip bottle and walked into the back room, behind the counter. He was gone for a few minutes.
“So what do ya say? Will you have a drink with me? I promise, it will be something better than Jack Daniel’s.” Billy said.
You chuckled a little when you heard Mr. Campbell shout from the back room. “I heard that, Billy!”
“I knew you would, sir!” Billy shouted back. “He has the best flowers in town plus he’s a veteran and I like supporting veteran owned businesses.” Billy said.
You couldn’t help but stare into his eyes. They looked like two endless pools of dark chocolate and they weren’t looking at anything except you.
Moving a stray hair away from your face, you replied. “I do too…I have friends and family that are veterans. Did you serve, Billy?”
“Three tours in Iraq…one in Afghanistan.” He said softly, inching closer to you.
Mr. Campbell surprised both of you when he appeared from the back. “Will you two get outta here! You can learn all about each other over a drink…GO! Get out!” He said, practically shooing you out of his shop and handing Billy his flowers.
“Alright, alright Mr. Campbell, we’re going…I’ll see you next week!” You said as you waved and walked out the door with Billy.
“Well? You wanna have that drink with me, y/n?” Billy asked again.
You bit down on your lower lip and glanced at the ground before capturing his gaze again. “I’d love to.” You said. “But I do have to drop these flowers off at home first so they don’t wilt. I live only a couple blocks from here. And it looks like you have flowers to drop off as well. Can I meet you in an hour? Is that enough time?”
Billy smiled. “That’s perfect…don’t you wanna know where I’m going to drop these off?” He asked nervously before opening the door to his car.
“As long as they’re not going to a wife or a girlfriend, it’s really none of my business Billy. But if you wanna tell me, you’re more than welcome to tell me later or another time. It’s up to you.” You said with a welcoming smile.
Billy looked surprised by your answer, he wasn’t expecting it and ultimately it was his decision of whether or not he wanted to tell you where he went every week at this time.
“Well ok then. So I’ll meet you back here in an hour?” He asked.
“I’ll see you in an hour…and Billy?
He looked up so his eyes were locked on yours.
A big smile stretched across your lips as you said “Thank you for my flowers.”
Billy smiled a wide Cheshire cat smile and winked at you. “You’re welcome, y/n and I will see you very soon.”
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Let the storm in.
//Strangers to lovers, meet cute, coffee shop au, fluff, f!reader//
You comfort Billy during a storm.
He’d met you recently during a storm at this small cafe. You’d both waited out the storm together. He’d been drawn to your gentle personality. It kept Billy calm, who hated storms.
Something that stuck with him since childhood, there was no reason for it. But the minute the thunder rolled in he’d feel helpless. Afraid. He hated that weakness in him, afraid of a damn storm. But he didn’t know how to rationalize it.
His fingers drummed on the table to hide his shaking, watching you calmly flip through a book, a hat pinned to your head.
He thought you were really fucking cute, and sweet too. He wanted to kiss you, seeing if you tasted as sweet as you looked.
But you were quiet, and he knew the quietest people had the loudest minds. His legs bounced as thunder rumbled, sounding loud and close by.
Billy tried not to flinch, but he must have as you looked up at him from your book. And he felt ashamed of his fear.
“Did you know that thunder is created when lightning passes through the air?” You asked, sipping your cappuccino, your book laying open. It looked like Sylvia Plath’s unabridged journals.
Billy’s eyes turned to you, noticing silvery scars on your hands, that made them look painful, as though your hands had been cut. He wondered who hurt you, and couldn’t imagine who would. You weren’t exactly incendiary, but Billy knew you didn’t have to be for someone to hate you.
“No, I didn’t.” He said tilting his head, watching you. His heart stuttered at the way you looked at him gently. He was usually either looked at with lust, or with condemnation.
But the Castles always looked at him with love. He wondered if you could, too.
“Yeah. The lightning discharge heats the air rapidly and causes it to expand.” You explained softly, fingers looking stiff. You probably had arthritis in them.
Billy found himself relaxing now that he’d had an explanation, like a child soothed by science.
“Ma just… told me my fear was irrational. And Mr. Clark runnin’ the group home beat me for it.” Billy admitted bitterly, looking out the gloomy window as rain pelted it.
“Most fears are. That’s why I like to know things, it helps me rationalize.” You said, setting your cup down. “Daddy beat me, too. They only serve to make monsters of us all.”
You hadn’t shamed Billy like his mother had.
Your feet touched his playfully, toes teasing his ankles, your heels lying somewhere under the table, a smile playing on your lips. “We could read together until the storm passes. If you’d like, Mister Russo.”
God, no one had ever read to him, Billy touched your toes back, and it felt almost intimate. “Sure,” he said, ordering another coffee, and a cappuccino for you.
You grinned, and settled in, and so for the next hour you read Sylvia Plath’s journals while you played with each other’s feet, and Billy wondered if he might see you again.
And hoping the storm stayed just a little longer, if only to spend more time with you. He didn’t care how much coffee he had to buy.
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that green monster.
*established relationship, implied oral, explicit language, jealousy, possessive behavior, kissing, fatphobia, mean!Billy, afab!reader*
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“Billy,” you breathed as he settled between your thighs while you tried to read, propping himself on his elbows.
His mouth attached to your collarbone, as your fingers sunk into his hair, abandoning your book, as he sucked a mark onto you, pulling back to admire his work. A cluster of hickies and bite marks there.
“I have to go to work tomorrow, Billy.” You complained, making him laugh, as he bit down hard on your shoulder, making you yelp.
“Do you think Fat Albert will notice?” He sounded hopeful, referring to a coworker that had a crush on you, but wouldn’t take no for an answer when you told him you had a boyfriend.
“Don’t be mean, Billy.” You glared, hitting his shoulder.
He hummed, “I’m a mean guy.” He said, his fingers touching the marks he’d left, making you squeeze your thighs around his hips.
He leaned down, tongue running along your collarbone, and up your neck, before nibbling on your ear. “Maybe if you’re a good girl, I’ll eat your pussy before work.” He teased you.
“I’m always a good girl, Mister Russo, honest.” You said chasing his mouth, as he looked down at you, spread out for him.
“Then, don’t cover these marks up. Want him to know you’re mine.” Billy growled, feeling irrationally jealous despite being more conventionally attractive than Albert.
But you were kind to Albert, not caring that he had some extra weight. You treated him like a human being, worthy of your attention. It was the reason Billy surmised that Albert was so enamored with you. You were kind.
The fact that he could compete with Billy who’d always been beautiful, made him insecure. Because you saw past people's looks.
You huffed, “You’re terrible.”
“And you’re mine.” Billy countered aggressively.
You ran your fingers through his hair, making his eyes flutter as you yanked on it, pulling him down to you so you could kiss him.
For now, Billy was soothed.
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𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗖𝗛 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟯 𝗙𝗜𝗖 𝗥𝗘𝗖𝗦 (𝟭)
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HOUSE OF THE DRAGON
AEMOND TARGARYEN
A Targaryen Prince With a Heavy Burden — @vsnyarbll
DC
BATMOM
Doubts and Talks (+ Dick Grayson + Bruce Wayne) — @xoxo-mylove
CRIMINAL MINDS
EMILY PRENTISS
Unlucky Prologue ⎢ Pt. I ⎢ Pt. II ⎢ Pt. III — @navalcriminalimagines
NCIS
LEROY JETHRO GIBBS
New Girl — @slutforsilverfoxes
MONSTERS
The Stuff of Wet Nightmares ⎢ Pt. II — @angelltheninth
Dragon (Felix) — @flowersandbigteeth
MAYANS M.C.
ANGEL REYES
Handle Him — @youvebeenlivingfictional
Scary — @iamaslutforcoffee
Thot Thoughts w/ Angel — @hennyjwrites
Thank You For Cleaning My Seat — @yourwonkywriter
ATTACK ON TITAN
JEAN KIRSCHTEIN (KIRSTEIN)
Shoulda, Coulda, Woulda — @spliffymae .☘︎ ݁˖
Pussy Drunk!Jean — @
10 Things I Hate About You — @robynnnhooddd
I Couldn’t Hold Back — @ackrmvvn-levi
First Kiss — @writingforcuteppl
Pussy Eating HCs (+ Eren Jaeger + Connie Springer) — @mommypieck
MCU
FRANK CASTLE/THE PUNISHER
Lessons Learned — @chellestrash
Frank and Yearning — @blackleatherjacketz
Angsty Frank Drabble — @amhrosina
Die For You — @scarlet-daisy
Just Get To Me In Time, Okay? — @thyme-in-a-bubble
Frankie Loves His Girl — @bubuslutty
La Reine de Londres (+ Billy Russo) — @bubuslutty
Hold Me Tight — @frvnkcastles
You Can Let It Go — @frvnkcastles
Valentine’s Day — @forthel0vers
Hide — @houseforwhores
The Big Bad Pineapple — @darlingshane
Melody of Tears — @frvnkcastles
Not a “Dog Person” — @forthel0vers
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BENNY MILLER
Sick Fic — @dameronscopilot
Baby Miller Series ⎢ 1 ⎢ 2 ⎢ 3 ⎢ 4 ⎢ 5 — @bullet-prooflove
FRANKIE MORALES
While We Were Young — @guess-my-next-obsession
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Keeping Count — @libraryofwaterdeep
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ELLIE WILLIAMS
Dealer!Ellie — @shesluxurious
JOEL MILLER
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A Part of You, A Part of Me — @apollyonsdarksecrets
First Glimpse of Love — @valerinaswriting
To Be Alone — @cowgurrrl
STRANGER THINGS
ARGYLE
Glow — @irlganseyiii
Drabble — @munson-blurb
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High For This — @loveshotzz
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A beating heart of stone.
A Monsters in the Dark Drabble
Sexism/misogyny, blood, canon typical violence, dark themes, your media consumption is your responsibility, protective!Billy, fem!reader.
Monsters in the Dark Masterlist.
516 words, reposted with edits, fleshing out Billy’s feelings a little more.
“You know, Russo. Your girl sure is sweet, the hostess with the mostess,” he said, referring to how you’d served him, and other guests last weekend with a cheerful smile on your face, never once spilling the drinks.
He could see why Russo liked you, kind and soft. “Not very pretty, but it would be a shame if something happened to her, being a woman. I could protect her better. I got more money.” His competitor said, flashing his yellowed teeth in a grin, and drinking a beer in Billy’s kitchen. They had been talking business, or rather he’d been trying to swindle Billy.
“I’ll give you twenty percent for her.” He said, leaning on the counter. Like you were for sale. “A deal for an orphan like you.”
Billy felt a rage that someone would threaten you, diminish you as helpless because you were a woman, sexist fuck, and then try to take you from him. You were his. The only person he cared about besides the Castles. He gnashed his teeth together, fingers tightening on his beer bottle. He looked down as Elias set his fingers down on the counter, a gaudy family ring on his finger.
Before Elias could blink, Billy grabbed a butcher knife out of the wooden dock, and slammed the knife down on his fingers calmly, slicing them off knuckle down, a single minded purpose to send a message.
Elias howled, as he made an awful mess, bleeding everywhere, grabbing his hand looking at what remained in horror.
Billy grabbed a bag and some ice, putting his fingers in it, before handing it to Elias. “Go get your fingers put back on. But next time you threaten my girl? I’ll throw them in the Hudson.” He bared his teeth at Elias.
“You’re fucking crazy! I’ll get you for this, Russo.” Elias shouted, holding his bloody hand, his face twisted in an ugly scowl.
Billy only grinned, dark eyes like pits. He drank his beer, watching Elias walk out, carrying his fingers in the bag, meaning to wait in the building’s lobby for an ambulance.
He cleaned the blood up in his kitchen, the mess itching his brain, something fierce. He wondered if he was capable of loving you with how bitter and bruised his heart was, from people who were supposed to love and care for him.
He scrubbed the counter, thinking about how he’d initially wanted to be needed. And your softness made him believe in good things like tenderness. And he’d wanted that for himself, and so he’d encouraged your love, indulging in you. But then with each taste of you, he hungered for more.
And then, he’d gotten what he’d chased all his life, affection. He was wanted for who he was. But sometimes he didn’t know what to do with it, fumbling in the dark to return your feelings.
But he realized as he threw the dirty cloth in the wash, that he'd burn his heart out of himself just to keep you warm, and that was enough.
Attachments be damned, but goddamn he liked you.
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Billy's Pet
Part 1
Warnings: kidnapping, running, blood and injury, Billy Russo
Word Count: 400ish
“There’s no use in hidin’, pet. I can smell you,” Billy’s voice seems to echo through the densely wooded forest.
You try to catch your breath, ducking behind a tree for a moment.
“Come on, you didn’t even give me a chance.” His voice is everywhere at once, you have no idea where it’s coming from. No idea which way to run from this monster of a man. Pushing off against the rough bark of the trunk, you begin running again. With nothing on your feet but socks, you feel every rock, twig, and barb as your feet pound against the dirt.
"I'm gonna be honest, I'm taking this kinda personally." The forest is silent except for his voice and your movements.
Your heart is pounding so hard, you think it's about to burst.
“Tell you what, if you stop runnin’ now, I won’t punish you. Much.” His voice is amused, playful, and feels closer every time he speaks.
You look around frantically, searching for the terrifying man who had stolen you from your home. It’s a mistake, you should have been watching where you stepped. You trip, hands coming out in front to catch you, but you aren’t fast enough. You hit your head with a painful thunk. For what may have been seconds or hours, you are stunned. Forehead throbbing, lungs burning, feet numb with the cold.
“There you are, pet. Aw, you’re bleedin’, poor thing. This wouldn’t’a happened if you’d just stayed in your room.” His voice seems to reverberate through your mind, bouncing against your skull along with the pain. You force yourself up, preparing to run when a large hand tangles into your hair, holding you in place. You yelp in pain as you struggle against the hold, hair pulling against your scalp.
“Let me go you fucking psycho!” You scream. You claw at his hand in your hair, but it’s useless.
“That’s no way to talk to me, pet. I know you’re upset, but I expect you to at least try to be polite.” Billy angles your head until you have no choice but to meet his gaze, neck stretching uncomfortably. You squeeze your eyes shut tightly.
His lips brush against your ear, sending an involuntary shudder throughout your body. Heat floods your core as he whispers, “Open your eyes, pet. You know you want to.”
You try to resist, muttering no over and over.
“Wouldn’t it feel so nice to open your eyes? Don’t you want to look at me?” Deep, seductive, powerful. So powerful that you couldn’t resist. Your eyes open of their own accord, lids relaxing.
“Very good girl, pet.” Billy’s dark, piercing brown eyes trap your gaze and you are helpless. “Now I want you to go to sleep.”
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Masterlist
Fate: Winx Series
Intertwining: Sky x Reader
Playing Games: Sky x Reader
The Sun Fades Series
Betrothed In Alfea
Twilight
Romeo and ... Cullen?! l series: Jacob Black x Cullen!Reader
The Imprint or The Blood Singer l series: Edward Cullen x Black!Reader
You're My Monster: Jasper Hale x Swan!reader
You're My Love: Jasper Hale x Swan!reader
You're My Major: Jasper Hale x Swan!reader
You're My Forever: Jasper Hale x Swan!reader
You're My Eternal Love: Edward Cullen x Reader
Adore You: Embry Call x Reader
Breathe In: Cullen Family x Reader
Sunday Shenanigans: Embry Call x Reader
The Vampire Diaries/The Originals
Blacked Out: Kol Mikaelson x Reader
Cheater: Kol Mikaelson x Reader
Kol-Down: Kol Mikaelson x Reader
Hopeless: Klaus Mikaelson x Gilbert!reader
Imagine Meeting the Originals: Elijah Mikaelson x Reader
The Secret of The Mikaselsons: Elijah Mikaelson x Reader
Ben Barnes
Y/N L/N and Ben Barnes being in Love for 10 minutes
In the Shadow of Your Heart: Billy Russo x Reader
Thirst Tweets: Ben Barnes x Reader
Draw Your Swords: Aleksander Morozova x Reader
Children of Sun and Darkness: The Darkling x Sun Summoner!Reader
The Weeklong Seminar Series
House Hunting: Billy Russo x Reader
Freezing: Ben Barnes x Reader
Used To Be: Darkling x Royal Wife Reader
Let Me Take Car of You: Ben Barnes x Reader
Narnia
The Faded Portrait of a Bygone Era: Prince Caspain x Reader
My Sweet Girl: Edmund Pevensie x Reader
The New Prophecy: Edmund Pevensie x Reader
Rewrite the Stars: Prince Caspain x Reader
Surprising Changes: Prince Caspain x Reader
Sliver Series: Caspain x Reader
Chicago
Control, Alt, Arrow: Greg 'Mouse' Gerwitz x Reader
Period Pains: Jay Halstead x Reader
When Have You Been: Jay Halstead x Reader
First Time: Jay Halstead x Reader
A Little Incentive: Jay Halstead x Reader
First Time: Matt Casey x Reader
Military Lovers: Jay Halstead x Reader
Outer Banks
I Know: JJ Maybank x Reader
Jealousy, Jealousy: JJ Maybank x Reader
Put the Pieces Back Together: JJ Maybank x Reader
Mistake: Rafe Cameron x Reader
Please Forgive Me: JJ Maybank x Reader
Kissing You: JJ Maybank x Reader
Kiss the Kook: John B Routledge X Reader
Unfixed: JJ Maybank x Reader
Good Morning Sunshine: JJ Maybank x Reader
Lucas Till
A New Start: Angus Macgyver x Reader
Shooter: Angus Macgyver x Reader
Yoga + Backyard Terrace: Angus Macgyver x Reader
Escape Plan: Angus Macgyver x Reader
You Matter To Me: Angus Macgyver x Reader
Badass: Angus Macgyver x Reader
Angus Macgvyer Imagine
Tom Holland
Secret Life: Peter Parker x Stark!Reader
Baby Bath, Baby Love: Tom Holland x Reader
By His Belt (Sweats): Tom Holland x Reader
Cool: Peter Parker x Reader
If We Were A Movie: Tom Holland x Reader
Shadowhunters
To Be Human: Alec x Reader
Betrayal: Jonathan Morgenstern x Reader
Linked: Jonathan Morgenstern x Reader
DC Comics
Abandoned: Tim Drake/Red Robin x Reader
He Likes Her: Wolf
Lantern: Connor Kent/Superboy x Reader
Starfire's Sister: Damian Wayne x Reader
Where You Belong: Damian Wayne x Reader
Pretty Girl: Damian Wayne x Reader
Space Heater: Damian Wayne x Reader
Superman's Daughter: Tim Drake x Kent!reader
Detective: Damian Wayne x Reader
Series
You Wake Up: Embry Call x Reader
Crazy, Rich, and They Hate Me: Jaehyun x Reader
Misc
Can You Keep Up?: Colby Brock x Reader
Faint: Colby Brock x Reader
A Lazy Saturday Morning: Jungkook Jeon x Reader
Running with Demons: Colby Brock x Reader
Breaking Free: Avengers x Reader
Home Sweet Home: Yeonjun Choi x Reader
In His Arms: Coby Brock x Reader
Like You: Yeonjun Choi x Reader
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Teeth
The Masterlist
Werepanther!Billy Russo x Female Reader
Warnings: Predator/Prey vibes, Serial killers, stalking, smut, minors DNI, Soulmate trope, protector vibes, anxiety, angst. Specific warnings come before each part.
Part 1: Something in the Woods
Part 2: Predator or Protector?
Part 3: A Safe Place to Rest Your Head
Part 4: Jealousy, Unexpected
Part 5: Guarded
Part 6: Double Helix
Part 7: Restraint
Part 8: It's just bad luck
Part 9: A step in the right direction
Part 10: I'm waiting for you
Part 11: Enjoying the show?
Part 12: Strawberry lipstick state of mind
Part 13: Till there's no space in between
Part 14: The force of attraction
Part 15: Visibility
Part 16: Desperation
Part 17: Shelter
Part 18: Whatever you're comfortable with
Part 19: Can I kiss you?
Part 20: Descent into madness
Part 21: More feararum
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It Will Come Back Masterlist
Werewolf Stalker! Billy Russo x Female Reader
Summary: When you go out to the bar one night, you accidentally bump into none other than Billy Russo. He's enthralled by your scent, and unable to stop thinking about you after you leave. Desperate for more, he uses his wolf to get close to you, earning your trust. But will he be able to make you stay?
SEASON 1
CHAPTER 1
CHAPTER 2
CHAPTER 3
CHAPTER 4
CHAPTER 5
CHAPTER 6
CHAPTER 7
CHAPTER 8
CHAPTER 9
CHAPTER 10
CHAPTER 11
SEASON 2
CHAPTER 1
CHAPTER 2
CHAPTER 3
CHAPTER 4
CHAPTER 5
CHAPTER 6
CHAPTER 7
CHAPTER 8
CHAPTER 9
NSFW ALPHABET- IWCB BILLY
SFW ALPHABET- IWCB BILLY
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Blood and Ink
A/N: For all my male readers! Also this is my first slightly smutty piece so hopefully it’s alright! Also this is inspired by a similar piece written by @marvelmusing who’s work i absolutely adore and also @becauseicantthinkwritings for their monster billy works. I absolutely adore both of these authors and they’re both big inspirations of mine. Hope you enjoy :)
Title: Blood and Ink
Song: Masquerade
Pairings: Billy Russo x TransMasc!Vampire!Reader
Warnings/Extra Info: TransMasc!Reader, Masc Compliments, Sexual Undertones, Cockwarming Non-Explicit Sex Scenes, Implied Age Gap, Mean!Billy kinda, Sub/Dom Undertones, Aftercare, Reader and Billy get caught, Mention of Billy’s childhood, Blood Drinking, Typical Vamp Shit™️
Word Count:
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“Look at me baby boy, tell me what you want”
You were straddling Billy Russo in his office as you rolled his hips against his crotch. Each time it happened eliciting a groan from the older man in front of you. You and Billy had met while he was doing undercover work in a feeding club, some local vampires were working with the Kitchen Irish and his team were working on taking them down.
“Need you Billy, need a taste”
Your whines were pathetic as you kept rocking against him, grasping for any friction you could get. When Billy first flirted with you, you were terrified that you didn’t pass and when he took you to bed the same night, it was an awkward conversation coming out to him. At first you thought you ruined the mood, but he has delved right in praising you not once slipping up.
“What do you wanna taste little one? Use your words”
At this stage he was just taunting you. It was meant to be a simple affair, you had picked up lunch from his favourite cafe and dropped it off. How you ended up in your boxers with your binder exposed you had no idea. Billy pressed his lips to you neck, leaving a trail of kisses and bite mark. As he chose a spot he started nibbling in your neck. Trying to bite hard enough to draw blood. Once he did, you felt the skin split and the adrenaline rushed through your veins. With a needy scream his name erupted from his lips.
“Handsome little vampire boy needs to learn to feed from a human? How pathetic is that?”
His words sent a warmth to your core and for a brief moment you climbed onto his table. You palmed his erection through his pants and went quick to work unbuckling them. You pulled his pants along with his boxers down to his ankles before taking your residence back on his lap. Burying him to the hilt inside of you. A needy groan escaped from Billy’s lips and you covered the noises with your own lips.
“Don’t wanna hurt you Billy”
Words a harsh whisper but you knew he heard you. His dark eyes met yours and you studied your reflection in them. You were lost in euphoria as your rocked your hips with him still inside of you, but you still wanted to know why he chose you. A guy like Billy could have anyone he wanted but he looked at you, he kept you around.
“Just don’t call me pretty and don’t bite my left shoulder. Please baby, need you claim me. Need to be yours”
You’d never seen Billy so submissive, he’d normally take on the dominant role even outside of bedroom actives. He loved to look after and praise you, showering you in attention. Your eyes met with Billy’s not leaving them as you unbuttoned his short. His tie had already been long forgotten when you first started the make out session. Smoothing your hand over the right half of his neck you mapped out where you wanted to bite. It was no secret Billy was a handsome guy and after three months into dating you wanted to make him yours. To claim him. Pressing a firm kissed to his lips, you worked your way down to the first spot. Licking it over a few times before extending your fangs and taking blood from it. Billy had let out an erotic moan as you continued. Licking over the wound quickly before choose a spot right near it.
The office was filled with Billy’s whines and pleads. His short stained with small droplets of blood. The two of you were so lost in the ecstasy you didn’t notice the door open and Frank walk in.
“Just wanted to leave you these, sorry for the timing Bill”
You pulled your mouth away from Billy, turning around with blood stained lips to meet Frank’s eyes. His cheeks were flushed red and so were Billy’s. There was awkward tension between the two and you took to hiding in the crook of Billy’s neck. What you didn’t see was Frank giving Billy a thumbs up on his way out, proud of his best friends achievements.
You climbed off Billy, cleaning you both up before hopping up on his desk. You didn’t button his shirt just yet, taking a moment to admire your work. A goofy smile crossed your face knowing you had just claimed Billy as your own and any other vampires who were attracted to him would turn away at the sight of the claim. You felt like a school boy with a silly little crush on the older, way hotter popular kid.
“Guess I better go through this paper work, you want to stay or go home?”
Your eyes widened at his suggestion. He had lost a shit ton of blood and was almost definitely going to crash. Violently shaking your head, you pulled him up from his seat and collected his things. As you walked out of his office you heard him complaining, telling you he needed to be there and that he was the boss.
“Billy you need to rest. Your body is running on adrenaline due to blood loss and you’re going to crash. I’m taking you home and we’re also getting take out. No ifs or buts”
Billy opened his mouth, attempting to protest but you shot him a playful glare and he closed it. As you reached his car you reached for the keys from his pocket. His Wraith was his prized possession and he had never let anyone else drive it. Until now, although he wasn’t really letting you so much as you were ‘stealing’ from him.
As you reached the Mcdonald’s drive through near his apartment, you placed your order. Water, a few bottles of orange juice, his favourite burger and of course a dark chocolate muffin for the iron. As he sat in the passenger seat you passed him a box of orange juice and watched him take a sip. You smiled at the sight of this big tough Marine drinking a juice box and made a mental picture.
Pulling into his buildings parking lot, you grabbed the food and went around to Billy’s side to open the car door. You reached out your hand and he grabbed it hesitantly. He had a sad look in his eyes and if you looked for them, you could see tears forming. Holding his hand as you found the elevator. While waiting to get to the top floor for his pent house apartment, he had placed his head on to of yours. Rubbing into your hair.
Entering the apartment you walked over to the lounge room, placing the food and drinks on the coffee table that sat in front of the luxury couch. You’d only been in his apartment a few times, mostly for sex and you’d be gone the next morning, not sticking around. However as your relationship progressed he started spending more time at your apartment, stating it felt homely. You couldn’t find yourself disagreeing and maybe you were biased but so what?
“Alright, I’m home. Got food and water you can go now”
His statement was snappy and short. Almost as if he wanted you to go. You looked at him with sad eyes as he sat in the couch and grabbed a bottle of water. He struggled to open it and you went over, taking a seat next to him. You gestured for the bottle and he handed it to you, ashamed. As you opened it for him you smiled warmly, wanting him to know you weren’t judging.
“I’m serious, I’ve gone through worse alone before. You don’t need to baby me”
His words cut you deep. Not at one stage did you see this as babying him and you hadn’t occurred it may have come across that way. Reaching a hand up to his face you stroked his face gently, bringing his forehead down so you could kiss it.
“If you think I’m babying you I can stop, but something tells me you don’t wanna be alone”
Billy’s hands started trembling and the water bottle he was holding fell to the ground. He stood up, screaming out a string of ‘sorrys’. You had never seen him like this and it scared you. Making your way to the kitchen, you grabbed a tea towel and found you way back to clean up the spill. Billy was standing, frozen and mumbling about how he was a mistake.
“Billy, baby sit down. It’s okay, it was a mistake”
Hesitantly he sat down and you moved over to him. Peeling the his office clothes off, leaving him in his boxers. You went to his bedroom, dumping them clothes in the hamper and finding some comfier clothes. Billy was way more organised than you which made it easy to find some lounge shorts and a sweater. The shorts he had stolen from you and you smiled to yourself. You looked down at your own clothes, some bamboo pyjama pants that looked like day pants and some random graphic tee you had thrifted. Shrugging, you decided it was good enough and walked out to Billy. As you helped him get dressed he started crying. Mumbling incoherently about something.
“My mum abandoned me when I was a baby. She was a meth head and left me outside a fire station”
He finally calmed down enough to talk and as he did, he curled into your lap. Placing his head in between his legs and grabbing your arm to wrap around him. You placed the remotes down, pausing your mission to watch something. Eyes travelling down to Billy, giving him your attention. He continued his story, opening up to you for the first time.
“They sent me to a group home. Bounced around between different families but none of ‘em ever fucking loved me enough to adopt me. There was this guy who used to come to the home. He’d play stickball and hoops with us, we all though he was awesome. I loved stickball as a kid. Though I was gonna be the next Joe Dimaggio. When I was 10, he cornered me, told me I was pretty. When a grown man tells you you’re pretty nothing good comes next. He tried to touch me, so I swung the bat at him. Got a few good strikes in as well. Well it didn’t turn out well and he broke my rotator cuff. Lost my love for stick ball after that and I hated him for it. I couldn’t even say anything, no one fucking believed me. I was alone and I got through that. I’ve always been alone, then there was Frankie and the Castles. Took me in as their own. Then I saw you in that club, you looked so gently. Sipping on your stupid fucking Bloody Mary while you had that silly grin on your face. I didn’t wanna talk to you first, it was a mission. The club was a mission, but you came over with your stupid nerdy pick up lines and I knew I wanted you. Not just as a hookup but forever”
Silently tears fell from your eyes and you pulled Billy into you. Rubbing up and down his arms, something he did to you when stressed.
“I’m here baby, forever and for eternity. I’ll always be your baby boy and you’ll be my little bat. Now let’s get some food in you and watch something. What do you want on?”
You leaned over, grabbing the bag of food and handing it to Billy. You had let it cool down as he had this weird thing for liking his take out cold. Taking a handful of fries he looked up at you, a glint of mischief in his eyes.
“The Hotel Transylvania movies! All four of ‘em”
You let out a snort at the prospect and went to find them. Billy, being the rich prick he is has every streaming service so it wasn’t hard to find what you needed. When you found the first movie you put it on and laid back, Billy sitting up so he could eat. You couldn’t think of a better way to spend your time.
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After the Rain
Photos are not mine. They are courtesy of Pinterest/Google
Pairing: Billy Russo x F! Reader
Warnings: Angst, couple of swear words, mentions of physical abuse, alludes to violence, fluffy ending
Word Count: 1390
Summary: An ex hurts you, and Billy starts to see red. He’s there to make sure your ex never puts his hands on you again.
A/N: I guess I have angst on the brain and I needed to get it out. Maybe I just need a hug 🤣 and I’m still trying to get the hang of this drabble thing, it’s hard to write shorter fics 😉
As always, thank you for reading! I appreciate it so much and comments, reblogs are welcome and encouraged. Don’t be shy to tell me your favorite part. 💕💕 💕
Heavy raindrops pelted against the windows of the high rise. The harmonious sounds of the storm over head were soothing as you quietly observed the dull city skyline from the living room window. Shadowy gray clouds travelled quickly across the sky, dumping buckets of rain on the busy city below.
It was a fast moving storm.
The intense rumbles of thunder resonated throughout the entire room, shaking the building at times. Rain attacked the side of the building vigorously, sounding like tiny pebbles hammering against the glass, it sounded as if the glass might shatter, like your heart did for him.
The sky was angry…very angry, just like he had been.
Not at you. No, no, no not at you. He could never be that angry with you, he loved you.
A flash of lightning illuminated the late afternoon sky, followed by a clap of thunder that sounded as if it was right above you, inside the room.
It startled you.
Surely, that one would wake him. But it didn’t. Over on the couch, Billy laid there fast asleep. He didn’t stir even a little bit. Normally, he was a very light sleeper but he’s been asleep since late last night.
When you first met him, he noticed the bruising on your arm. You had left your ex after he had made another handprint shaped bruise when he gripped and squeezed your upper arm, it wasn’t the first time he had put his hands on you. You were scared of him, scared that he would find you and hurt you again.
And Billy had told you. “If he even puts a finger on you again, I’ll kill him.”
Another loud boom of thunder sounded off above you.
When you hadn’t come home from work on time yesterday, Billy started to worry. His phone calls and texts went unanswered. Where could you be?
As soon as you stumbled through the door, he was sickened by the blood dripping down your chin, the discoloration that was just starting to form around your eye, your swollen cheek, and the red finger marks around your neck.
“He found me, Billy. I don’t know how but he found me.” You had sobbed into his crisp white dress shirt that was now coated in blood.
You were covered in city sidewalk dirt and filth after falling to the ground, he had made sure no one was around to help you. Your clothes were just a reminder of what happened to you so Billy threw them away, his blood boiling over, wanting to punch the wall as the rage overwhelmed him at the thought of that monster’s hands on you, hurting you, choking you so you couldn’t scream for help.
Meticulously, he cleaned every inch of your body. He washed away all traces of blood and dirt that he could see, gently so he didn’t hurt you, telling you that he was sorry and he will never let it happen again. He would make sure of that.
You felt him shaking with anger as he helped you put clothes on, making sure you were alright before he left to go do whatever it was he was going to do.
“I’ll kill him.” He had told you before with his lips pulled back to reveal gnashed teeth.
The cold hard tone behind those three words was frightening. You knew exactly what Billy was capable of but you didn’t want him to go.
“Please don’t go, Billy! Stay with me, please!” You begged.
But it was too late, he was gone.
You don’t remember passing out, it was probably a form of shock but you must have slept for at least a couple of hours because it was dark when you woke up.
The empty apartment had an eerie feel to it, the air felt ice cold and you were afraid for him. Your external wounds would heal but if they took him away from you, that wound would be too deep to recover from.
There wasn’t anything left to do but wait.
You had made yourself some tea but were too nervous to drink it, all you could do was sit in the dimly lit apartment, in silence, carefully watching the steam rise from the cup until there wasn’t any left which is when you heard keys unlock the door.
Spatters of blood that weren’t on his shirt when he left, decorated the front of it like red confetti. His hair, normally perfectly combed, had fallen into his eyes and the violent fury that had been in those dark intense eyes had disappeared.
Crashing against his body, you wrapped your arms around his torso. Clasping your fingers together around his body, you clutched him so tightly that you could feel the blood rushing out of your fingers as he embraced you back, shutting his eyes, and exhaling loudly. He was just happy to be home…with you.
“I didn’t do it.” He had whispered.
“Billy?” You said, slightly confused.
“I hurt him…bad, but I—I didn’t kill him.” He said, kissing the top of your head. “My thoughts were of you…if I had gone through with it, they would have taken me away from you. And I can’t be without my sweet girl.” He tilted your chin up to meet his gaze and kissed you ever so softly, he didn’t want to disturb the deep cut on your lip.
You pulled away slightly and looked at his hands. The dried blood underneath his fingernails was dark red, his knuckles were cut up, and his palms were stained. He had made an attempt to clean himself up before he came home but everything was stained red.
“He’ll NEVER hurt you again.” He told you with acid in his tone.
That was last night.
You woke up this morning to your face throbbing and your eye swollen and black so you went to the kitchen to get something for the pain and found Billy sound asleep on the couch as the dark ominous rain clouds started to conceal the late morning sky.
“I’ll be in, in a minute baby.” He had said last night, a glass of bourbon in his hand. “Try and get some sleep.”
But Billy never made it to the bed, he never even finished his bourbon. The weary look in his eyes before you had gone to bed, worried you. All of that hatred, all of that rage had consumed him and he was exhausted because of it, so you let him sleep. It was probably the most he’s slept since you met him.
You weren't sure you were worth all of this but to Billy, you were worth it.
He loved you and he was willing to kill for you.
Watching and listening to the pouring rain in front of the window, wrapped up in your blanket, the pain in your cheek started to subside, and you could open your eye just a little more. You probably looked worse than you felt, even managed a slight smile while turning around to watch him sleep.
The stains and dried blood had all been washed away, sucked down the shower drain never to be seen again but Billy would see them. Every time he looked at his hands, he’d see that asshole’s blood under his nails but he was alright with it because you were safe.
And he would do it all again if he had to.
As the storm passed, it gave way to lighter, silver colored clouds. The thunder was miles away by now and Billy had started to stir. His long slender fingers lightly resting on his stomach began to twitch, he shifted his body, slowly turning toward the outside of the couch.
Was there anything he wouldn’t do for you?
His eyelids fluttered open, revealing the pools of dark chocolate underneath. As he wiped the sleep from his eyes, he smiled at you. A smile that said “I love you.” A smile that told you no one would put their hands on you ever again.
You smiled back. It was a smile that said “I love you too.” And silently thanking him for being your lover and protector.
He would always be your protector.
The storm was finally over and the sky was already starting to look a little bit brighter.
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Such a Softer Sin (Part 20)
Pairing: Billy Russo x Reader
Warnings: I’m not specifically tagging this one, if you’ve seen the show, nothing will shock you. Smut will happen eventually so minors DNI, thanks.
A/N: Thank you to everyone who’s given this story a chance and to those still enjoying it. Big shout out to everyone who’s reblogged or replied on it too, letting me know your thoughts. I’ve really been enjoying watching you all react to the chapters and lose your minds looool
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“Demitri and Damon, you’ll be on gate duty,” you explained, looking at the clipboard in your hand.
“Yes, Your Majesty,” they bowed before they went on their way and then you looked at Viron, the last one left as he waited patiently.
“And you’re needed at the outpost, Viron,” you smiled and he smiled back, bowing his head.
“Thank you, Your Majesty,” he said and you narrowed your eyes at him as he left. You were trying to settle into your new role here but it was odd having everyone address you this way, especially your old pack members. You’d tried for days to get them to just use your name but it was like pulling teeth. You sighed as you started making your way to the castle and Azalea walked over to you as you stepped inside.
“I’ll take that, Your Majesty,” she smirked, plucking the clipboard from your hands and you gave her a dirty look.
“I will beat you with the clipboard,” you warned and she snorted, eyes flashing with mischief. She knew how much it annoyed you and it seemed to be her favorite thing to call you now.
“He’s in his office,” she smiled knowingly and you grinned, rolling your eyes at her as you chuckled and started up the stairs. Billy had another desk put in his office for you now, though you hoped not to be sitting at it all the time, it seemed boring. You even had a new uniform to match him and luckily, it didn’t comprise of a dress. Black pants, white tunic and a cream and gold jacket that was fitted to you, just like Billy. You’d kept your old corset belt, the one he’d got you when you arrived here that was black with gold ties. You really hadn’t thought it meant something at the time but you knew better now. You remembered how Atticus had been so insistent that it was something more and the memory felt like a smack to the face as your feet stilled on the stairs. You didn't like thinking about Atti like that, like the boy he used to be before it all went wrong because you’d killed him and it hurt too much. It was far easier to remember the monster he’d become because it made you feel less guilty. You locked the memories away as quick as they came before you carried on your way to the office. When you opened the door, Billy was sitting at his desk writing something, looking up at you with a smile. Your eyes drifted over to your desk that had been empty the day before to now see a mountain of envelopes on it.
“What’s that?” you asked slowly, walking into the office more.
“Fan mail,” Billy smirked and your eyes widened, going back to the pile.
“It’s customary to reply to most of ‘em, but there’s no rush, just take your time,” he murmured and you nodded, feeling relieved that you weren't expected to reply to them all today. You glanced back at him then and realized he was doing the same thing as he replied to letters and it touched you a little. That he made time for things like this, to speak to his people even though there was so much going on around you all. You wondered what kind of letters he got, what they asked of him, as you made your way to your desk and sat down, eyeing the mountain warily.
Most of the letters you opened were congratulating you on becoming Queen, telling you they were happy for you and looking forward to seeing what you do in your new role. A few even mentioned your old nickname The Dancer of Death, telling you they couldn't believe you were Queen now and they thought you were perfect for the role. You were surprised by how many letters from kids you got, mostly little girls telling you how they were excited to have a Queen now to look up to, that they hoped they could be Queen one day too and it made you smile. When you really thought about it, one of them could end up being Queen when the heir is born. After all, you’d had no idea you’d been fated to the King yourself. You thought back to Karen’s words as she got you ready for the ritual and you nibbled your lower lip as you glanced at Billy. He was writing something with concentration on his face, his hand reaching out absentmindedly to pick up his glass of what smelt like brandy before he brought it to his lips.
“So… what’s the timeline here for me giving you an heir?” you asked bluntly and he choked on his drink. Your eyes went wide as he coughed and spluttered, smacking himself in the chest before he turned his wide eyes to you.
“What?” he asked, voice a little raspy. You shrugged and shifted in your seat as you looked at him.
“I know you need an heir but I don’t know how this works. I don’t know if there's a clock we’re working against,” you muttered and he just blinked at you for a long moment and you wondered if you’d broken him.
“There's uh… there’s no rush. It’ll happen when we’re ready,” he murmured.
“Are you ready? You asked pointedly.
“I’ve been ready for a good few hundred years now,” he chuckled jokingly and a deep frown creased your brows as guilt burrowed inside of you. You felt conflicted. You felt your wolf now, although you’d admit it was a jarring sensation after being so long with it, and the wolf wanted to give him babies and she wanted it right now, the animal in you craving it. But you couldn't help but worry and feel a little like everything was moving far too quickly. You looked at him and he was already watching you with concern all over his face. The love you felt for this man was overwhelming sometimes and as you looked at him, you knew deep down you did want kids with him and it was a strange realistion to come to in only minutes.
“Like I said, there’s no rush. If you want to wait a year, two or a hundred, it don’t matter to me,” he said softly, trying to soothe you and you felt warmth blossom in your chest at how caring he was. You knew how much he wanted this, how long he’d waited and yet he would allow you to make him wait even longer just because he loved you. It was for this very reason why you knew you wanted kids with him.
“I’m just worried about it all, I guess. It’s not a good time with the war coming,” you mused and he hummed with a nod.
“You’re not wrong there,” he murmured.
“Maybe… maybe after the war we can talk about it again," you suggested with a shrug. You knew the main thing holding you back right now was the threat dangling over you all and once that was dealt with, you knew you'd be more receptive to the idea.
“That's a deal,” he smiled at you, looking somewhat relieved and you smiled back, glad to have that talk out of the way.
You ended up getting a lot of letters done and ready to send off and you felt a little proud of yourself. It was a big moment for you, your first time connecting with your people that were outside of the walls. It was easy to forget they existed in your little bubble here but you didn't just have a responsibility to the Royal pack, but every wolf to exist. You found your mind drifting to Kos as you wrote, memories hitting you left and right and your heart kept tugging uncomfortably. You’d been thinking constantly these past few days about trying to contact the Goddess to ask her about him, to find out if he was okay wherever he was. Your eyes drifted to Billy as he wrote before you looked away. You knew you could just ask him to contact her, or to ask if it was even possible for you to. Just because you were his mate didn't mean you’d have a direct line to his mother. You couldn't bring yourself to ask him though, not wanting to bother him when he already had so much on his plate and you felt a little silly about what you wanted to ask so you kept your mouth shut.
“Alright, my hand hurts, I think that’s it for me today,” you murmured wryly and he snorted at you.
“I’m gonna stay here a bit longer, get more done. I’ve got a shit tonne to get through,” he remarked with a sardonic grin and you stood up, walking over to him.
“You are quite a remarkable man, I don’t blame people for writing in to you,” you smirked, raising a brow at him as you got to his chair.
“Is that right?” he drawled and you shot him a devilish smirk before you leaned down and kissed him. He deepened the kiss, his hand on the back of your neck to stop you from escaping and you lost yourself in him as you did every time he kissed you. When you moved away, he was smirking at you and you smiled.
“I’ll let you get back to work,” you murmured and his smirk turned into a soft smile.
“I’ll see you at dinner. I love you,” he said softly and your lips tugged up. He seemed to say it often, like he needed you to know every second you were awake.
“I love you too,” you smiled down at him.
As you walked down the hall, you stopped by the stairs. You’d been planning on resting in your room for a bit, maybe reading a little before dinner. But now your eyes drifted to the stairs as you found a pull gnawing at you. You blew a breath out of your nose before you started down the stairs, slowly making your way to the temple room door. You looked at it warily for a long moment before you pushed it open and stepped inside, going down the stairs. You almost felt like you were doing something wrong by being in here without Billy or without his permission. When your eyes landed on the altar, a barrage of memories hit you that made you feel flustered and you moved over, standing with your back against it so your mind wasn't full of dirty thoughts when you tried to connect the Goddess. It was more than inappropriate.
“I don’t know how all this works or if you can even hear me. I’m probably just talking to myself right now like a crazy person,” you said quietly, shifting where you stood uncertainly.
“I mean, it's strange enough that you’re basically my mother in law now,” you added, shaking your head at yourself as you rambled.
“I just wanted to ask you about Kos… I need to know if he’s okay,” you frowned. You felt something like a breeze whip around you and you tensed up, glancing around nervously.
He’s at peace.
You jumped and looked around again, eyes wide. The voice was in your head yet seemed like it bounced off the walls all at the same time. You felt your whole body sag in relief at her words though and you felt tears prick your eyes.
“Is he happy?” you asked tearfully, your voice high and strained.
Yes, he’s been reunited with his mate. You need not worry, my child.
Your hand flew to your mouth to stifle the cry that came out of it. The crushing weight that had been ceaselessly pressing down on your chest finally started to lift knowing he was happy and with his mate. It meant you could really start to accept his death as he was happy, at peace.
He’s proud of you. He thinks you make a fine Queen.
Your chest was heaving as you sobbed, a mixture of happiness and pain washing over you.
“Thank you,” you wept and you felt the breeze die down to nothing around you. It was only a few moments later when the door burst open and a panicked looking Billy was staring at you with wide eyes.
“What’s wrong? What happened?” he asked frantically and you could feel his concern. You wondered if he’d felt your pain from upstairs. He moved over to you, cupping your cheeks as his dark eyes scanned your face and his thumbs wiped away your tears.
“I spoke to your mother,” you admitted with a sniffle, the sobs starting to ease off. His brows flew off his head, looking at you in shock.
“Did it work? I wasn’t sure how it all worked,” he asked carefully and you nodded.
“I asked her about Kos, I wanted to know if he was okay,” you explained and his eyes softened.
“What did she say?” he asked as he gazed down at you.
“He’s at peace, he’s with Irene,” you murmured with a shaky voice and he pulled you closer, hugging you as he pressed a kiss to your head and you sunk into his comfort. He held you until you calmed down completely and you once again felt lucky to have him.
“Why didn’t you come to me about this?” he asked with a small frown as he moved away and you looked away sheepishly.
“I just felt stupid and I didn’t want to bother you,” you admitted with a shrug. You wouldn’t look at him, heat stinging your cheeks and he grabbed your chin, making you face him.
“You’re never a bother to me. Ever. No matter what it is, you can always come to me about it,” he said firmly and you blinked up at him.
“Don’t ever think you’re a burden to me, ‘cause you’re not. You can come to me about anything,” he implored and you smiled with a nod.
“Thank you,” you murmured. He shot you a smile, leaning down and placing a chaste kiss to your lips.
“We should head to dinner before Frank eats it all,” he grinned and you snorted, feeling so much lighter since your conversation with the Goddess. You felt like maybe you could finally start to heal after all.
The next day, you were walking down the hall after being in your office for a few hours trying to get through the rest of the letters. You’d been alone as Billy had been busy with his warriors in the grounds outside. You’d managed to get almost all of them done but you had a feeling more would come flooding in soon. From what you’d seen with Billy, it was a never ending thing. As you walked down the hall, you were once again struck with the beauty of the stained glass window and just like the first time you’d seen it, your eyes were glued to it as you walked, loving how the sunlight filtered in and caused streams of different colored light inside. You looked back just in time to see Viktor walk out of a room and narrowly missed bumping into him.
“Your Majesty,” he muttered, looking surprised to see you as he bowed. He didn't stay to talk, instead, he hurried off quicker than you’d ever seen him move. You’d almost forgotten about the Council since you’d barely seen them since you got here, almost like they were avoiding you on purpose. You glanced over your shoulder as he scurried away and your wolf started snarling viciously in your head and it caught you off guard. Something in the back of your mind was screaming at you that something was off about the Council and you thought back to Frank and Azalea telling you the Council were the ones to bring in Aurora. Alarm bells were going off as your wolf growled and you frowned to yourself, unable to shake the feeling. Something just didn't feel right. You chewed your lower lip before you set back off down the hall, but you didn't go to the stairs like you planned. You stopped at another door and knocked firmly. Karen swung the door open, shooting you a smile as you quirked a brow.
“What happened to you?” you asked in amazement. The woman was standing there looking like she'd been in a fight with her herb jars. She was covered in them, head to toe.
“Oh… just a spell gone wrong, it’s nothing,” she snorted, waving you off as she opened the door and let you inside. Billy called this Karen’s office but Karen called it her potion room.
“What’s up?” she asked you with a smile and you frowned, wrapping your arms around yourself. You almost felt you were opening a can of worms here and that you had no place to do such a thing, even if you were Queen. She murmured your name and you looked back at her worried face and you sighed.
“Can you make a truth serum?” you asked and her eyes widened a little.
“Why?” she asked curiously.
“I… I think the Council might have something to do with Atticus and Aurora,” you admitted and her eyes widened even more.
“I mean, they brought her in, right? And it wasn't standard protocol either, Billy had no say in it. They just brought her here and that was that. And it turned out she was with the vampires the whole time, it’s just sketchy to me,” you rambled and she nodded.
“Honestly, I’ve never liked them. I don’t understand why Billy has them around, I wouldn't put it past them,” she muttered tensely and you felt relieved she was siding with you in this. You knew speaking to Billy about it was going to be rough. He trusted them for some reason and he kept them around because they were a help to him. You wondered if he thought because they’d served him for so long that they were loyal to him but you really couldn't get over the feelings you had or the way your wolf reacted to Vikor. You had no idea how he’d take the news.
“I’ll make it right away for you,” Karen assured, rushing over to some of her many shelves as she started to grab jars off them quickly.
“Thank you. I’ll go and speak to Billy,” you sighed and she gave you a look that said ‘good luck’.
When you got outside, your eyes found Billy right away. He was over in the training area talking to Frank and Curtis. You walked over to him and he turned as if sensing your presence, smiling as you approached.
“I need to talk to you,” you muttered, nerves blooming in your stomach at his reaction.
“What is it?” he asked warily and you opened and closed your mouth a little, trying to figure out the best way to phrase it.
“You're makin’ me a little nervous here,” he admitted with an anxious chuckle. Frank and Curtis were lingering next to him, eyeing you carefully.
“How much do you trust your Council?” you asked him bluntly. His eyes narrowed a little, his shoulder rolling.
“With my life,” he answered simply and you looked away, nervously nibbling your lower lip.
“Why?” he asked worriedly when you didn’t say anything and you looked up at him with a frown.
“I… I think they had something to do with Atti and Aurora,” you admitted and he looked like you smacked him across the face.
“What?” he asked incredulously. He looked conflicted, like he wanted to listen to you as his mate but like he couldn't quite accept your words.
“It’s not that hard to believe, Bill,” Frank muttered from beside him and Billy’s head whipped to him, confusion and surprise on his face. You were a little surprised too but you were quickly learning that most people didn't have good feelings about the Council.
“They’ve had their eye on the crown for a while, man. Why the hell do you think I don’t bother with ‘em? They’re power hungry assholes,” Frank shrugged and a deep frown creased Billy’s brows.
“Why the fuck didn’t you tell me how you felt?” Billy bit out and Frank leveled a look at him.
“You wouldn’ta listened and you know it,” he huffed.
“I asked Karen to make me a truth serum. This whole thing can be cleared up pretty easily if they take it. If they have nothing to hide, then they won’t have a problem with it and then maybe I’m wrong and I’ll just look like an idiot,” you murmured and Billy’s eyes went back to you. You could feel how upset he was at the idea of being betrayed like that but you could see he was also struggling to really believe it.
“Can you guys go and get ‘em, take ‘em to the meetin’ room,” Billy muttered and they nodded as they made their way to the castle. You looked at him warily, a concerned frown on your face as he just stared at the castle deep in thought.
“Are you okay?” you asked softly and he looked back at you.
“I… I don’t know. I’ve trusted ‘em for so long and if they broke that trust… I don’t know how I’d handle it,” he frowned, shaking his head.
“If you’re right about this then they had a hand in what happened to Kos and that means I’ve failed you all over again,” he lamented and your heart ached for him as you stepped closer, taking his hand.
“It’s not your fault, Billy. Your heart is too big. It’s admirable how loyal you are and I love that about you. It's just… unfortunately not everyone has that same loyalty,” you said softly. He nodded, blowing out a breath before he rolled his shoulder again.
“Let's get this over with then,” he muttered and you nodded, the pair of you going to the castle.
When you walked into the meeting room, the Council were sitting on one side of the long table, Frank and Curtis stood on the other side and Karen lingering near the door.
“Your Majesties,” Viktor said quietly, the three Councilman bowing their heads before they looked to Billy,
“What is this about?” Viktor asked carefully. Billy said nothing, his face stoney and you could feel him barely holding onto his composure. Karen handed you the vials and you set them in front of them. They all looked at each other warily and you tilted your head as you tried to suss them out.
“What is it? Viktor asked suspiciously.
“Truth serum,” you supplied bluntly.
“What is the meaning of this?” Frederik hissed angrily. “Why are we being poisoned with magic to be interrogated like prisoners?”
“If that were the case then you’d be down in the cells. If you got nothin’ to hide then it shouldn't be a problem,” Billy muttered with a glare. You could tell he was getting more suspicious at their protests and so were you.
“If you don’t take it, I don’t mind givin’ you a helpin’ hand,” Frank growled dangerously, eyes flashing with fire as he stared them down.
“This is disrespectful and ridiculous! Ever since she became Queen, you’ve been slipping as leader!” Alaric sneered at Billy. You jumped out of your skin as Billy slammed his hand down on the table, looming over it as he bared his teeth at them.
“Watch your mouth or I’ll rip your goddamn tongue out of it,” he snarled viciously and Alaric blanched. You suddenly felt the weight of Billy’s Alpha aura and even you weren't immune to the urge to bow your head but you fought it.
“Take the fuckin’ serum,” he growled and with his Alpha aura bearing down on them, they reached out with shaky hands as they drank it.
“It should take effect immediately,” Karen murmured from where she was anxiously hovering near the door and Frank nodded at her. He stepped closer to the table, tilting his head as he looked at the men.
“Are you loyal to the King?” he asked them harshly.
“No,” Viktor muttered and it felt like all the air in the room got sucked right out. You were hit by a wall of rage that stunned you and as you looked at Billy, you realized it was his. You reached out, grasping his hand hoping to ground him. You needed answers first and you wouldn't get them if he killed them. You were angry yourself that these pompous assholes had something to do with all of this. If they’d never have brought Aurora here then Atticus would never have met her and lost his mind. He never would have done what he did and you’d never had to have killed him.
“Do you have an allegiance to the vampires?” Frank asked them roughly.
“Yes,” Frederik answered and a growl ripped from Billy’s throat.
“Why?” Frank snarled.
“They offered us control of the wolves when Billy was gone,” Frederik explained. You were left confused by his words as you knew Billy was immortal. You could only presume they were planning on taking him captive somewhere and the idea filled you with rage. It also meant they had probably planned to do the same to you and the others who couldn't die.
“Did you have anything to do with Atticus and Aurora?” you asked, scared of the answer you might get. Viktor started laughing and it felt like your whole body tensed up.
“Yes,” he answered with a cruel smile and you felt your blood run ice cold. A ferocious snarl left your lips as you went to lunge over the table but Billy grabbed you from behind.
“They’ll suffer later, not yet,” he whispered to you and you tried to let his presence soothe the beast inside of you that wanted blood. You stepped back, breathing heavily as you tried to calm yourself. Alaric turned his gaze to you then, a grin on his face that was chilling.
“The thing with Atticus was our idea and we brought it to the Vampire King. We knew the chain of events that would unfold would undo you. We knew you were the King’s mate from that first dinner and you needed to be dealt with. We figured that if you lost control or died before the ritual, then the King would also fall,” he said gleefully and you shook your head in shock.
“We were hoping the King would just find a way to kill himself after that,” Viktor supplied unflinchingly. Frank roared, leaping over the table as he threw a punch that landed right on Viktor’s jaw and Curtis ran to drag him off him. Frederik started laughing as he stared right at your shocked and horrified face like he was enjoying it. You weren't sure if the truth serum was still working or if they wanted to hurt you since they’d already said too much and they knew they weren’t getting out of this.
“Aurora had been with the vampires most of her life and she infiltrated the castle with our help to get inside information to help them, information we might not be able to provide… She wasn’t even Atticus’ mate, he was under a love spell,” he grinned callously and it felt like the world stopped rotating for a moment as you stumbled back and Billy reached out to steady you. It was a love spell. You felt sick. That meant that while he still did what he did, there had been a chance of redemption for him. The spell would have worn off after a little bit and maybe he would have come back to his senses. You knew it would have destroyed him when he’d learn of what he’d done, especially if he learned it was all for nothing. But he was dead now, he’d never get that second chance. Everything made more sense now, a mate bond didn't make you snap like he had, to kill his own Alpha. Now you knew he’d been under the influence of magic, guilt gripped you in a vice-like hold that it hadn't been his fault at all. He hadn't been in control of himself and they’d used him. They’d used him and you’d killed him for it and you felt like you couldn't breathe.
You felt Billy guiding you out of the room, your whole body shaking in shock and he shut the door as you both stood in the hallway.
“I’m a monster,” you lamented tearfully, eyes wide and unfocused. Billy’s hands came to your face, turning it up to look at his worried eyes.
“No, you’re not,” he said firmly, shaking his head.
“I am! I killed my brother when all he was guilty of was being used by the enemy! I should have known something else was going on, that Atti wouldn't do this!” you cried as utter devastation wrecked your entire being.
“Look at me, sweetheart,” he demanded as you screwed your eyes shut and his hands tightened on your face.
“This is not your fault. You weren’t to know about this, just as I hadn’t,” he murmured vehemently. You swayed where you stood, blinking your tearful eyes at him before you stepped back and his hands slid from your face. He was frowning at you as you wiped your eyes angrily.
“I want them dead for this,” you growled, your eyes burning embers as they connected with his.
“I know, don’t worry, I’m gonna deal with it,” he nodded and his face was so full of pain you came to realize it was because he was feeling yours.
“I’ll make ‘em suffer for what they did,” he vowed and you nodded with a sniffle, wiping at your eyes again.
“I need some air,” you muttered, reeling from the shock of it all and he nodded, looking like he wanted to reach out and comfort you but he seemed to think better of it.
“Alright, I’ll take care of it,” he promised again. You walked away feeling heavy and made your way outside, sitting on the steps of the castle. Everything was too much and your brain was a mess. You’d lost Kos because of the war and you’d lost Atti too. You’d made your peace with what you’d done to Atticus because you’d felt like it was justified and that it had been the right thing to do. You thought he’d gone insane, that he’d gone off the deep end and that there was no coming back. But that hadn’t been the case at all and you’d done it for nothing. You looked to your side as Azalea sitting next to you wearing a worried frown.
“What happened?” she questioned softly and your lower lip wobbled but you refused to cry again, you didn't have it in you. You told her everything that had happened, every gruesome detail you’d found out.
“I can’t believe they’d do something like that. I’ve never liked the Council but this is the worst kind of betrayal. They betrayed the Royal pack… the King, the Queen,” she frowned deeply, shaking her head in shock. You looked off at nothing, so many feelings swirling around inside of you that you couldn't make sense of any of it.
“How can I be a good Queen when I’ve messed up so badly?” you lamented and she took your hand, making you look at her.
“This isn’t your fault, Y/N. Nobody could have known what they were planning, the King and his men didn’t even know. Sometimes bad things just happen and we don’t know why, but it’s always for a reason,” she soothed and her words hit you right in the chest, so similar to words Kos had uttered to you before that you started to wonder if he was trying to contact you from beyond the grave. You had to believe it was true, that it was all for a reason. That it wasn't for nothing. The Goddess hadn’t told you about any of this when you’d seen her so you knew there had to be a bigger picture here, but it still cut deep. Part of you knew deep down that even if the spell had worn off, Atti wouldn't have wanted to live with what he’d done. That when he’d come back to his senses, he wouldn't be able to take knowing he’d killed Kos, planned to kill you and everyone else here. Innocent people and children. Especially over a spell, not even a mate bond. It did little to ease you though and everything felt like it was pressing down on you unbearably. It only solidified your need to take the vampires down. After everything they’d taken from you, you needed them dead, you needed justice. You needed blood.
That night, you were sitting in bed unable to sleep and Billy still wasn’t back yet. You were completely drained and you just wanted him here, needed the comfort he brought you. Eventually, the door opened and a worn out Billy walked inside.
“It’s been taken care of,” he muttered as he started to undress. He looked as tired as you felt and you knew he had his own demons he was facing right now. You knew how hard this would have hit him, to be betrayed like this and you knew he’d shoulder the guilt for it too, thinking he should have known. He’d burden the guilt for all the things that happened because of the Council, including Kos’ death. He climbed into bed, sitting against the headboard next to you and you moved to straddle him, snuggling into his chest and his arms came around you immediately. He stroked your hair absentmindedly and you nuzzled his neck, soaking in the skin to skin contact.
“I love you,” you murmured, wanting to make him feel better and he pressed a kiss to your head.
“I love you too,” he replied tiredly. You were both quiet for a long while as you just comforted each other by touch.
“I wish I was just a normal wolf,” he confessed quietly and you moved to sit up and look at him. He looked so defeated and you hated it.
“Sometimes… the crown is a heavy burden to bear,” he frowned and you cupped his cheeks, making him look at you. You leaned down, placing a soft kiss to his lips and one of his hands smoothed up your thigh as the other moved to the back of your neck. You moved away and stroked his cheeks, wishing you could ease his pain.
“You have the crown because you're strong enough to take the weight,” you said sincerely and his eyes softened at your words.
“You’re a good King, Billy. A good leader,” you insisted and he frowned then, shaking his head.
“No, I’m not, I-” you cut him off with another kiss, not wanting him to keep beating himself up over this. You moved to look at him, giving him a firm look.
“Things might be going wrong now, but they will get better. We’re going to end this war, to get rid of the vampires once and for all and it will all be over. They won't be a threat and we can start healing from everything they've taken from us,” you implored and he blinked at you for a moment before a smile graced his face and you were so relieved to see it.
“Spoken like a true Queen,” he murmured, a look of pure adoration washing over his face that left you breathless.
“I don’t know what I’d do if I didn’t have you by my side… I’m happy you're here,” he admitted and you smiled bashfully. Despite all of the pain you found yourself in, all the loss you were suffering, somehow he made it better. In the face of turmoil and devastating grief, you were happy to be there with him too.
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I love that I get new readers with every new fic I write, but I also put together a list of my own little favourites from my AO3 that has started to disappear a little in the mass of fics! Sometimes I get asked to write about a specific theme and I actually already have a fic or two on that theme, so I thought it could be nice to bring a few older ones back :) Hope you can find something you like!
Show me how you burlesque
Pairing: Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Graphic depictions of violence
Bucky is war veteran with a new prosthetic arm and bad sexual frustration who's trying to learn how to let people close. Steve is a burlesque dancer in an all-male club, and he wants to get to know Bucky better.
You can read it here.
Author's note: I love the movie "Burlesque" and I reeeally wanted to make something of that, I'm very happy with the aestethic of this fic!
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I think we're the same
Pairing: Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Creator choose not to use archive warnings
Bucky is a teenage mutant with a steel arm and the ability to control metal. Having just moved to Brooklyn to a new high school, he's moody and angry and convinced he's the only freak hiding in plain sight. Until a scrawny kid called Steve suddenly interrupts his lunch. The biggest problem isn't the question on whether Steve is a mutant or not - the problem is that Bucky has absolutely no idea what to do about the fact that he is inexplicably hot.
You can read it here.
Authors note: Honestly I just wanted to write some shameless tentacle sex and it turned out to be the best smut scene I ever written, probably.
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I could love you with my eyes closed (kiss you with a blindfold)
Pairing: Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Graphic depictions of violence
Nothing really matters to Bucky, after he comes back from his last tour in a pointless war. When another veteran, Billy Russo, offers him a work that turns out not to be as legal as one might think, Bucky doesn’t care. There’s only one single thing that he does care about these days – and that is the fact that ever since he saw Steve Rogers across a crowded room, everything changed. And Steve might not know who he is, but Bucky still stalks him with the passion of a man in love and he knows that one day, that tiny little blond will be his.
OR: Bucky is a stalker and Steve just wants to be loved right
You can read it here.
Author's note: Gosh but I just love a stalker theme. Also, for this I weaved together the universe of Captain America, Daredevil, the Punisher AND The Iceman, which is one of my all time favourite Chris Evans movies.
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Day 3 of Kinktober: Puppy Play
Pairing: Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No warchive warnings apply
Steve has a problem with masturbation, and Bucky helps him by letting him be a sweet, obedient puppy for him. Now he’s coming home from work and is met by an excited puppy wanting to play. First, Bucky needs to check him over and make sure he behaved.
You can read it here.
Author's note: Oh this is truly one of my faves, I wanted to do this for such a long time. 24/7 puppy play is just yum.
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Day 15 of Kinktober: Monster Fucking
Pairing: Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Creator choose not to use archive warnings
“You had a question for me” Bucky said to the strange creature in the water. The tentacle wriggled and then pulled back a little. Bucky found himself missing it.
“I do” the cecaelia before him said calmly. Yet then his brow furrowed just the slightest and he tilted his head, as if he was measuring Bucky out. The water rippled softly about him in the misty night as he moved half a feet backwards, floating effortlessly. “My siren sisters told me of one sailor that did not seem to listen to their song. One who did not move closer, but rather kept away. It is not often my sisters come across a man they cannot spellbound. And my question is, if that young sailor might have been you?” he asked.
Or; Bucky is a pirate whose ship is attacked by mermaids, but he makes it out alive. That night, a cecaelia calling himself 'Steve' visits him, wanting to get to know him better.
Shameless tentacle sex.
You can read it here.
Author's note: Also something I had wanted to do for such a long time, I just love cecaelias! I def wanna write more of this in the future. Also, Pirate!Bucky? So hot
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Marking his omega
Pairing: Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Rape/Non-con
Bucky has been made an omega by Hydra. Steve becomes his alpha when he gets him back and does his best to reassure him. But bucky needs something more to be assured he belongs to Steve - he needs to be properly scent marked.
You can read it here.
Author's note: One of my oldest fics on here, this is PURE piss filth but actually, I still have a special place in my heart for this one.
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(P.S - the header was taken from this pinterest)
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