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Spooky month is back and so am I!
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Blood Rush
Warnings: Mentions of Blood/ 18+ themes
The pounding beat of the music seemed to reverberate down to the earths mantle. An intense light show swam across the crowd lighting them up in vivid reds and blues, purple tones intermingling on the dance floor.
The entire club was packed to the gills, heat, sweat, and sounds drowned together in one large overwhelming assortment. The entire establishment felt like it was shaking down to its foundation from the pounding bass.
So many warm bodies all in one place. Billy let his eyes close as he leaned over the side of the railing looking down at the crowd. If he focused he could pick out conversations going on all around him.
He didn’t need to strain, no, to their human ears they had to yell. His pale hands gripped the metal pole tighter as he sniffed into the heavy air. Filled with so many different fragrances. Perfumes, sweat, the stench of sex even emanated from a few of the private vip booths.
A lilting soft scent wafted over his nostrils. It was airy, sweet but not overpowering. Whatever it was had his mouth watering. It was blood. But not just any.
He let his sixth sense drift outwards, hoping to pinpoint exactly where the smell was coming from. Ignoring the ache in his stomach, hungering for whatever delicious morsel was unknowingly going to become his next meal.
The next song started and the strobe lights flickered over the packed interior. He could feel the pulse from the DJ booth, the whole floor felt like it was moving as people jumped up and down.
In his earlier days this place would’ve drove him mad. The bursting colors, unconfined smells, the droning music. And the thirst for blood. He would’ve gone mad.
Now it was the only place he could zone out. Far removed from reality. The one place he could fade into the background and pretend. Pretend he wasn’t what he was.
You could feel the buzz start to wear off as you downed your next glass of water, the sweat streaking across your forehead. You brushed at the strands stuck to your face in a futile attempt to cool down.
You could see some of your girl friends still out on the dance floor, the vodka had in fact, helped them dance better. You couldn’t help but laugh at the ridiculous penis headbands two of the them wore.
Then Cassie in her short white dress with a ridiculously large sash starting “Same Dick Forever.” The micro veil now very askew on her head.
“…and three waters please.” You smiled at the bartender. You were doing your best to be the mom friend by drinking less but you knew there was no way to get the group back to their respective apartments if you had to drag them.
Another surge of that intoxicating scent rose up from beneath him, this time a little stronger. It had Billy, craning his neck this way and that searching for its source.
Outlined in his enhanced periphery he could see another two or so vamps sniffing into the air as well. Red eyes threading through the crowd greedily.
I don’t think so.
This catch was his. If only he could find them.
“Awwww is this for me?!” Izzy slurred taking the water from your hand. You watched half of it spill onto the dance floor as she regained her balance from holding the cup.
“Yes. Waters all around! Drink up!” Passing the other cups out to your friends and watching them sip something non-alcoholic.
You couldn’t help but giggle, smacking a palm to your forehead as Cassie took a long swig then made a face, realizing it was actually just water.
“What gives?!”
“It’s 3 am, and I promised your fiancé I’d have you home. In one piece.” You emphasized the last part, knowing that would get Cassie to relent.
“Ughhhhh fine.” But she was smiling, her eyes still significantly glazed.
“Alright, bathroom break then one more dance until our Uber is here.” You corralled them off to the side as you whipped out your phone, scanning the latest price increase from Uber and Lyft.
It was more than you wanted to pay but you needed to go home, and there were so many people leaving the clubs right now.
After hitting confirm you could feel it. A cold pin prick crawling up your spine. A quick glance around and you realized no one was touching you, but it felt like it.
All you could see were groups of people dancing as magenta light poured over the establishment in waves. No one.
Izzy said something to Meg and Cassie chuckled but it was all muffled to you. A loud pounding in your ears, your heart rate kicking up a notch.
What the-?
Then you looked up to the balcony where the vip booths and other dancing patrons occupied. A man was staring down at you.
Black eyes and raven hair. Pale skin that absorbed whatever new flash of color the strobe lights were sending out. He didn’t blink as you continued to stare at him.
He was handsome. Not the usual handsome you liked, but a cold almost threatening kind. Jaw set on edge and slicked back hair, almost too uniform to be in a club.
The discomfort in your chest growing with each second neither of you looked away. You swallowed thickly, pushing your sweat drenched hair aside, praying a cool wind from one of the fans would wipe away the cold sweat gathering on your skin.
His nostrils flared and you stumbled backwards, knocking into Izzy and the rest of her untouched water toppled to the floor.
“Hey! What gives?”
“We need to leave now.”
“Why?” Cassie asked, sobering slightly at the hint of panic in your voice.
“There’s a man up there watching us.” You turned to point but he was gone. You brows drew together. “What the fuck?”
“Oooooookay. How many shots did you do while getting us waters?” Cassie giggled, nudging you with her shoulder.
“None I swear, I just-“ a small beep from your phone rang out, “driver is now arriving. Ok guys, we gotta get out of here.”
It was no small task getting the rest of the bachelorette party out, more like herding cats, but you did it as quickly as possible sparing a few extra glances over your shoulder in the process.
Billy had pushed away from the railing and was descending the curved stairs down to the first floor. The second he’d spied the girl below he knew it had been her he’d smelled.
Was he planning to kill her? Suck the blood from her body like he originally intended? Why did he feel like that was no longer an option?
Her wide eyes had pinned him to the spot, and an arousal grew within him, the feeling he got when a hot meal was within reach and something else. Something that brought him pause.
The other vamps hadn’t located the exact scent yet so he needed to move before they noticed him gone. There was something delectable about whatever blood ran through that girls veins.
Untainted, pure. Not pure in the traditional sense of white dresses and sacrifices to volcanos, but something deeper. Bloodlines dating back centuries could give off smells unlike anything else.
Reaching out Billy could practically hear her thrumming pulse calling to him through the darkened club. He licked his lips imagining sinking his fangs into that soft skin, her scent overwhelming him.
Drinking deep, that lifeblood coating his tongue. There were so many vital arteries he could choose from. He ached to bite into her thigh, tasting the sweat on her skin in the process.
A roiling in his stomach set him on edge, only this time it wasn’t from hunger.
Some bouncer pushed past him, shouldering Billy to the side and for the first time since he was turned, Billy stumbled.
Catching the wall only at the last moment. Placing a steadying hand on the bricks to his side, leaning against the cool stone.
A hand shot to his forehead as he felt a shooting pain streak across his vision.
What in hells name?
The Uber pulled up as best it could to the crowded sidewalk. A Prius, way smaller than the picture had looked on the screen of your phone.
Izzy tripped on the curb sliding into the backseat followed closely by a hiccuping Meg. Cassie grabbed the passenger’s side door before stopping.
“Wait, there’s not enough room.” She squinted into the vehicle. You licked your lips, begging your brain to think of another plan.
“Sorry ladies, my cup holder doesn’t go up in the back. Damn things stuck, supposed to get it looked at next week.”
The man gestured to the back seat where sure enough the cup holder had dropped into where a middle seat should be.
“We can wait for another one.” Cassie suggested, hand beginning to loosen on the door handle.
It was late and if you waited any longer it’d be $300 for any type of transport and be over an hour wait.
“You guys go. I’ll get the next one.” You didn’t want to, but you were the only one sober enough to use the app and the streets were busy enough while you waited for your ride.
“Are you sure?” She looked hesitant, Izzy was already passed out asleep in the backseat.
“Yes, go. Tell Dan he’s welcome.” You tried to smile reassuringly but it felt forced.
Cassie noted the struggle in your voice but before she could push back, you opened the door and gently nudged her inside.
“Text me when you get home!” She shouted through the lowered window as the car pulled away.
Shit.
Your fingers felt stiff as you tried desperately to find another rideshare, hell you’d pay through the nose for a cab at this point.
Then you felt it again. That icy sensation tingling along your spine and up your neck.
Whirling around all you could see was throngs of people rushing past into cabs, or onto the next bar that was open.
A swirling mass of coats, hats, vibrant clothes in the hustle and bustle and then a flash of white. A pale face. A familiar face.
The man who’d been looking down at you from the club. People moved in and out, obscuring your vision of him but there he stood.
You willed your feet to move, but your body betrayed you in every sense of the word. Run. Move. Anything.
He was moving towards you now, each movement fluid and calculated. Why hadn’t you just shoved yourself into that damn car with your friends?
What had possessed you to just…not get in?
Somehow the neurons in your body started firing again and you were able to turn tail and run. Bolting as fast as you could down the sidewalk. Weaving in and out of groups of people.
Where the hell were you going? It didn’t matter, you just needed to move. To get out of there as fast as possible. Your sneakers splashing through a puddle as you rounded a corner.
A small convenience stores lights called to you from just a little ways away. You could get in there and call for help. Call the police.
Your arm began reaching out even before you could realistically grab the door handle. Fingers stretching, so close!
Then a hand shot out, grasping your wrist and tugging you into the dark alley to the side. You tripped over your own feet, tumbling to the ground, skirt catching on the rusted edge of a dumpster.
The vice remained on your arm, but now laughter accompanied it.
“Well aren’t you a sweet little thing?” A large hulking man hovered over you, bald, with a stained shirt, beady eyes that seemed to glint red in the moonlight. He smelled sour, a thumping in your chest increased.
As if he could hear the uptick in your heart rate he chuckled to himself. Sniffing the air, bear paw of a hand holding you tightly.
“You smell delicious.” You shuddered understanding the implications, tugging your wrist even though it was futile.
“Let me go!” You screamed even though you were sure no one could hear you.
“Not a chance precious.” He grinned, an evil look danced across his face, mouth parting and then you could see two glimmering white fangs. Elongating before your very eyes.
Then you knew this was it. It was over. You wouldn’t get to see Cassie get married, see Izzy get her graduate degree, you’d never buy your own house or settle down yourself.
Your eyes squeezed shut waiting for the end. But then you heard a shout and suddenly your wrist was freed and the man before you was rolling across the pavement.
His own attacker on top of him, the sounds of a scuffle and tearing flesh.
You crawled off to the side, your fingers felt numb against the cold pavement. You could hear the brawl happening to the side of you but you tried to ignore it.
Instead attempting to lift your body up, willing your knees to stop shaking so you could stand. So you could run.
A shout rang out, bouncing off the enclosed space and the bald man stumbled back a few paces. A huge hand grasping the side of his neck where blood was shooting out in spurts.
That ice water chill shot through your veins once more, the dark haired man stood back facing you, panting. His shoulders rising and falling underneath his stained hoodie.
The other man, no- vampire, pulled back eyes darting to yours.
Narrowed as if second thinking his retreat but the snarl that came from your protector-reassured the idea that leaving was the best idea.
The words froze in your mouth, was thank you enough? Could you even form a coherent thought right now? Heart still racing.
The dark haired man looked back at you and the shudder that ran through your body nearly knocked you back to the ground.
Blood soaked the front of his sweatshirt and smeared along his mouth. A mouth that held two sharp canines, equally covered in red.
His eyes looked wild, scratches marred his clothing from the fight. A lump in your throat tightened watching the drop of blood drip from his mouth into a puddle at his feet.
You felt along the wall to your side, desperate to stabilize yourself and begin running again.
You weren't sure how, maybe he could read thoughts, you'd never met a vampire before. But he was on you in less than a blink.
His hands gripped your biceps, pushing your back into the wall behind you. His eyes were so black you couldn’t see the pupil, but when the light caught on them from a passing cars headlights you swore they were red.
Your body was frozen to the spot, limp in his grasp.
“Why do you smell so goddamn good?” He pressed his face into the crook of your neck, snarling against the heated skin.
His scruff scraping against you, his tongue darting out to lick a long stripe up the column of your throat.
The noise that escaped your mouth must have pleased him, because you could feel him muffle a sound of amusement against you.
Billy had been a vampire for so long now, years of practice controlling his hunger and urges but this girl seemed to unravel all that.
If he’d been newly turned he would’ve torn into her throat without a second thought. Allowing the hot blood to flow unencumbered into his mouth.
It took almost all his control to not just bite and drink all that he could. Pulling back, his once slicked back hair now falling into his face.
Framing his pale skin and dark blood red eyes, fangs protruding as he huffed a laugh at her expression. He must’ve been quite a sight. Torn from the pages of horror comics.
Her heart was thundering in her chest, those gorgeous eyes wide and beautiful full lips parted in fear but, hell, what would they look like parted in ecstasy?
Billy could feel his pants becoming tighter just at the thought. No. He needed a taste. Something to whet his appetite, nothing lethal.
His thumbs rubbed at the exposed skin on her arms where he held her firmly in place.
“Please let me go.” She stammered, it was soft, pleading. It tugged at a long forgotten part of him that remained from his time as a human.
It almost worked.
“No I can’t do that. Not yet.”
Leaning in Billy kissed the side of your neck. Sucking a long slow spot where your shoulder met in a delicate crease. Another delicately placed kiss to the clavicle, working his way up to nip at your ear.
Your treasonous body relaxed into his grasp, turning to soft putty under those strong hands that still held you in place.
His eyes fell shut, smothering a groan against your skin as he could smell your own arousal dampening between your legs.
Why was this girl making things so much harder for him?
Some vampires chased their prey, claiming the fear and adrenaline pumping through their victims bodies was the closest they could get to a high they had experienced as humans.
Billy disagreed. Pleasure tasted so much sweeter than fear. That metallic tang was pleasant when you were a newbie. A fresh kill that had you feeling dangerous and all powerful.
But desire? Lust? There was no comparison. It trumped all other emotions flooding the system when he fed. It made him feel truly alive and lulled his generous donors into a blissful relaxed state.
In a swift movement, he had your hands pinned overhead. Holding them tight against the brick wall. He was so close to you now, his breath scattered the few stray strands of hair that had fallen over your shoulder.
A strong muscled leg inched between your own, spreading them apart millimeter by millimeter. You bit your bottom lip so hard it drew blood.
Dark eyes immediately darted to your face, sniffing the air once. All while keeping both your hands pinned with his inhuman strength, the other hand drifting to capture your chin.
Holding it in place before sucking your bottom lip into his mouth. You cursed yourself as shockwaves of pleasure soared through your bloodstream. Both of you moaning at the sudden sensations.
“Are you going to kill me?”
The man before you pulled back at that. Eyes that had been fixed on your lips now lazily drifting over the rest of your face before making contact with your own.
His thumb grazed your lip that was now swollen from where he’d sucked the rivulet of blood free.
“No.” He paused, as if to say something else but then thought better of it. At that you felt your body relax, sinking against his raised leg.
His knee rose further up, pressing into you firmly enough you gasped at the contact. He bounced it higher, your sneakers scraping desperate for purchase onto the ground, but they no longer made contact .
“That doesn’t mean I’m not going to have some fun with you.”
#billy russo#ben barnes#the punisher#billy russo x reader#billy russo x female reader#billy russo fanfic#the punisher fanfiction#the punisher au#vampire!billy#vampire!billyrusso#billy russo x you#billy russo the punisher#vampire#the punisher marvel
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Oh yeah btw guys- I’m writing vampires again BAM here’s two separate snippets that I love and adore meow meow meow
My favourite thing to write is Stu calling vampires “Bloodsuckers” but also Billy just going “You sound gay stfu” BAJFKSHFK
Human Stu with his stupid [boy]friend
#billy loomis#stu macher#scream#scream 1996#stuilly#vampire!billy#vampire!au#human!stu#there’s a plot twist to this fic and I’m excited for when it comes guys#I think only my Discord knows about it#truly excited
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Into My Web Masterlist
Into my Web
Dark!Vampire!Billy Russo x Female Reader
Cowritten with @the-cult-of-russo
Ratings: Explicit 18+ ONLY
Warnings: Although this chapter might not include it, this fic will include; Sexual situations, swearing, human slave, biting, blood, murder, obsessive thoughts, dub con, Stockholm syndrome, gaslighting.
Chapter 1 - Chapter 2- Chapter 3 - Chapter 4- Chapter 5 - Chapter 6 - Chapter 7 - Chapter 8 - Chapter 9 - Chapter 10 - Chapter 11 - Chapter 12 - Chapter 13 - Chapter 14 - Chapter 15 - Chapter 16 - Chapter 17 - Chapter 18 - Chapter 19 - Chapter 20 - Chapter 21 - Chapter 22 - Bonus Chapter
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GET YOUR FUCKING DOG BITCH
#werewolf!stu#vampire!billy#scream 1996#stu macher#stuilly#billy loomis#my art#scream fanart#digital art
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nsfw
after feeding well into the night, Billy always finds himself outside Steve’s bedroom window, begging to be invited in because Steve is teasing him
his pet, as Billy calls him, is fucking into his fist and pressing his fingers inside himself, gasping and sighing Billy’s name against his shoulder as he keeps his mischievous gaze locked with the blond’s red eyes
Billy feels drool drip from his sharp fangs as his jaw drops with a breathless sigh, longing to sink them into Steve’s neck and shoulders and thighs and anywhere he can reach while fucking the whiny little princess out of his mind
and maybe Steve goes over to the window, just to open it so Billy can both see and hear him clearly, but it only drives Billy fucking wild and he hates it
regardless, he keeps coming back every night, knowing Steve isn’t stupid enough to let him in but he’s a sucker for the pretty boy that turns pink with pleasure and watching him come undone is something he never gets bored of
even if he’s forced to leave as the sun begins to rise
always left wanting
maybe one day Steve will let him in and Billy will make him regret it in the best of ways
#harringrove#steve harrington#billy hargrove#steve x billy#billy x steve#vampire!billy#what’s this?? a break in the angst?? yes!#this was a fic i had planned for harringrove week but couldn’t get around to writing bc of time#but here is the short form pls enjoy#bambiwrites
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Nightfall (2)
Vampire!Billy Russo x Female Reader.
Part 1 here
Warnings: Dubious consent, stalking, murder, watching her while she sleeps, he eats a heart in front of her, sex, oral, facesitting, bondage, kidnapping.
A/N: uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh no comment at this time thank you.
Special shoutout to @idaofinfinity
You were aware, that the only reason you knew you were being followed, was because he wanted you to know.
Someone like him, with the means to watch you from rooftops, and hear every word you spoke from miles away, didn't need to walk so closely behind you every night on your way home from work.
To be fair, it would take a trained eye to notice he was following you, he did an excellent job of hiding in plain sight. However an expert eye like yours, could sight him from far enough away. It was easy, but you knew it was only easy because he wanted it to be easy. You didn't even see his face, just hints of his broad shoulders and leather jacket, paired with a gait you would not easily forget, and you knew it was him.
Then, there were the roses.
A single red rose, left beside your head each morning when you woke up. Letting you know he'd been in your place, watching you sleep. No matter how many times you'd moved, how many locks you put, he could get past them all- and leave them all with the appearance of being untouched in the morning.
You knew he hadn't put a finger on you, being a light sleeper meant that the barest hint of a touch, the gentle breath of a whisper could wake you.
Which means that he had to be ridiculously quiet, but that was a given, with the fact that he knew what sound feathers made when they hit the floor.
Still, as you sat in the thundering nightclub, nursing your strawberry daiquiri, you come to the slow realisation that you had no idea how powerful he really was. If he was capable of moving as quickly as he had that night, and being quiet enough to not wake you, you simmer with fear over what he would truly do with the right motivation. You'd heard a rumour that some of the more powerful ones had more powers, and you hoped that Billy wasn't one of them.
The fear changes to butterflies very quickly, when you remember the carve of his muscle and the rock of his hips- and then you're internally yelling at yourself for thinking about it.
God, you didn't actually like him did you?
The stalking was creepy right? It had started a couple of weeks after you'd met him, and it had been two weeks since the roses began appearing. You should be repulsed by the fact that he knew your every move- could hear your every breath- and yet somewhere in the back of your head, you knew you'd be doing the same thing to him if the roles were reversed.
Like two sides of the same coin.
Your blood was delicious to vampires, you knew that, it's what made you a good hunter, but maybe there was an addictive component to it as well, you could only speculate what he was going through each night when he stood over you, watching you sleep.
You definitely weren't going to make it easy for him, already had a game plan in mind that would put him into a deep grave.
You didn't fuck evil creatures of the night.
You killed them.
~
Case in point, you were eyeing your target right now. A beautiful raven haired girl, dancing in the midst of writhing bodies with her next victim in her arms.
He was a gorgeous boy, someone fitting for a pretty girl like her, smiling and carefree but it was all a trap. Every move was designed to allure, and she did that perfectly with the toss of her head and the sway of her hips.
You slip off your bar stool, only needing to pass close enough to show off your delectable scent. Your peripherals catch the way her head swivels in your direction when you move past, and she abandons her boy toy for you.
You hear his offended scoff, as if you didn't just save his life.
She follows you, and she isn't tactile about it, probably young then, too enraptured by the way you smell to focus on being covert.
You take your time, slipping into one of the storage rooms upstairs, pretending to be searching for something among the boxes of supplies. She doesn't make a sound, but you know she's there, you can feel her like a touch, and in seconds, she attacks.
~
You step out of the room, adjusting your hair and straightening your dress. In the dark light of the club, any specks of blood on your body will be overlooked easily.
You hadn't expected her to have such sharp nails, and they'd done a significant number on your shoulders. But like every other time, a single drop of blood, and she was dazed by the taste. Easy to grab the stake concealed in your shoe and finish her in seconds. You know the cleanup team has eyes on you, waiting for you to leave the area so that they can go in an get rid of any evidence left behind. Unfortunately, vampires didn't turn to ash like they did in the movies, so someone had to go in and get the corpse out.
Your heel wobbles on the sidewalk for a second before it settles and the stake clicks properly into place. You walk to the curb and don't hesitate to hop straight into the grey panel van waiting for you.
You slump into one of the seats, letting the exhaustion finally sink in as you relax.
The pain, which was a dull throbbing before, becomes more and more insistent as the adrenaline drops from your system.
"Scale of one to ten." Ethan asks, coming to sit beside you.
You peek an eye open, frowning at how close he was to you.
"Five." You say, referencing the difficulty scale you'd come up with a while ago.
He grins, and you catch a peek at why vampires would be drawn to him. He was jaw-droppingly gorgeous, and he moved with an ease similar to them.
He just wasn't your type.
His hand is on your shoulder and you hiss in pain.
"Her nails were sharp." You explain and he looks down at your wounds, reaching for some salve and bandages to begin patching you up.
His fingers are nimble and precise, and he asks permission to unzip your dress to get better access to the slashes on your shoulder.
You stay quiet, only hissing occasionally when it stings a little too much.
He works quietly on you, and when he's done, he gives you a firm pat that makes you grunt in pain and look back at him in displeasure.
His smile is cheeky, and he raises his hand to push some of your hair away from your face.
The van slows to a stop and your body presses against his for a moment before you're standing and stepping out without a word.
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The old brownstone building echoes as the door closes behind you, and you find Ethan waiting on the front porch with a cigarette in hand.
"How was it?" He asks.
"Fine." You sigh, "Hoping they'll stop this soon."
"Well, they're just trying to make sure you don't fuck up like last time."
You grunt out a sigh.
"Look, I just took on more than I could handle, okay? It wasn't a big deal."
Ethan narrows his eyes at you, following as you walk to your car that's parked two blocks away to preserve secrecy.
"Don't be naive, Y/N. You faced down a vampire stronger than we've ever seen before and the most you came back with was a couple of bruises and bites." His hand reaches out to stop you mid stride and you look up with a frown.
"Does that not seem weird to you? I've seen fledglings go feral at the scent of your blood, and you expect me to believe, you expect everyone to believe that you got the upper hand just long enough to get away?"
You study him for a long moment, thoughts flying through your brain.
"Wow, Ethan, it kind of sounds like no one trusts me."
He doesn't meet your eyes.
"Wait a minute. Then why?" You ask, throwing your hands into the air and walking away from him.
"Why protect me, why send me out on jobs and keep me safe if you think I'm the enemy now?"
"Isn't it obvious?" He says, and you stop, spinning around to face him. He pulls up short when you swivel on him.
You blink at him for a few seconds.
"I'm bait?"
A nod of his head.
"You're bait." He confirms.
"Why would I be bait?"
"Because we think he's marked you."
You didn't know what that meant.
"It's something older ones can do, pick a human to keep as a slave, prolong their lives and keep them like pets."
You jerk at the information, and you were kind of scared at how much sense it made.
You turn away from him and keep on walking.
"That makes no sense. Why didn't he take me when he had the chance? Why wait?"
A grunt from behind you.
"Because he's a sick fuck that likes a hunt, probably. Filthy bloodsucker."
You turn the corner and see your car nearby.
You tug the driver's door open and Ethan's hand pops out from behind you to press it shut.
"I trust you, I really do. I'm the reason you got back into jobs so quickly."
You turn to face him, he steps in closer to cage your body against his.
"Really?" You ask.
His fingers on your chin and you know that he's going to try to kiss you next. You also know that he's going to struggle to take 'no' as an answer.
You wonder briefly if Billy is watching, from a building nearby or from the street corner a few metres away.
"Really," Ethan's voice dips to a seductive timbre, "I only want to keep you safe."
He doesn't allow you to respond, before his lips descends onto yours.
The passion is one-sided, but you doubt he even notices. You give him a gentle push, a groan of protest but he's insistent.
"Relax for me." He breathes against your lips, as you continue to try and push him away.
"Stop." You sigh, but you know you need to put more effort into your denial to get him to relent.
When his hands begin to drift over you, you finally decide to put a stop to this.
You give him a hard push, and he pulls back slowly. Your breathing is laboured as you look at each other, his head tilts in confusion.
"Sorry, E, not tonight." Is all you say, giving him a smile before you've slipped into your car and driven away.
There's a voice in the back of your head, stating a fact, that you may have just condemned him to death.
~
You shut your apartment door closed behind you, and freeze.
You can taste the charge of power on your tongue, feel it on your skin as if its a physical presence. There's also the metallic smell of blood permeating the air. You know it's him, sitting somewhere in your apartment, giving you an idea of the power he holds.
You take a look at the door, debating whether you should get out while you still can, run as far away as possible.
He'd just find me again, you think.
You turn away from the door decidedly. There would be a showdown tonight, one way or another. You drop your keys and your bag, kicking off your shoes.
You make him wait, grabbing a drink of water from your fridge to chase the dehydration from your body. Your shoulders still sting from your earlier confrontation tonight.
The sound of your footsteps echo through your tiny place, and you wonder which one of you is going to make it out of this apartment alive.
You push your bedroom door open. He's right where you expected him to be- sitting against your headboard, one leg extended and the other bent to put him in a comfortable position.
He's as beautiful as always, the scars on his face give him that dangerous and alluring edge and you can feel your lower regions tingle with excitement.
His mouth is slick with blood, an amused smile on his face as he takes another bite of the human heart in his left hand.
His right hand holds another red rose, twirling it around his fingers.
Of all the things there are to unpack about his appearance, you focus on the most irritating thing first.
"You're wearing your dirty boots in my bed." You say in annoyance.
The corner of his mouth lifts in amusement, and he takes another bite into the heart, as easily as he bites into an apple, chewing slowly. You give a little shudder internally at what you imagine the texture to be like on your tongue.
"How did you find me?" You ask in a quieter tone.
"Oh please." He finally says when he swallows, "I could find that wet little cunt anywhere."
Your heart beats in your chest. He was right, you were wet.
You want to ask him so many things, but instead you let your anger take control of you.
You attack just as he swallows his last bit of heart.
You grab a stake concealed on your dresser, taking a few steps toward him until you've got the pointed end pressed to his chest. To get enough leverage, you have to climb onto the bed and hover your body over his.
He gives you a bloody grin in response, fangs protruding before your eyes.
"Does that make you feel more comfortable?" He asks.
You don't respond, opting instead to press the point deeper into his chest over his blue t-shirt.
He lets out a low grunt, and suddenly he's leaning up, the stake piercing his skin as you feel his hands grip at your bare thighs, maneuvering you into his lap with one careful tug.
His shirt blooms with his blood, but he doesn't look concerned about it. Your lips part when you feel the stiffness of his erection against the inside of your thigh. You fight the urge you have to grind your body against his, knowing that you'd never be able to live that down.
"Gonna kill me now?" He asks measuredly.
"Of course." You murmur, focused on the point pressed precariously to his heart.
The slick blood on his hands is transferred easily to your thighs, wiped in streaks along the base of your dress.
"Will you give me a little goodbye gift then? A last meal?"
You roll your eyes.
"There's no way I'm ever letting you bite me again."
A look of amusement slowly grows on his face and before you know it, he's giving you a toothy grin.
He grabs the stake, forcing it away from his chest and ripping it from your grip. A flick of his wrist and it's tossed to the other end of the room.
You lose control fast.
He pushes you to your back and with inhuman strength and speed, he grabs your wrist, winding the metal of the headboard around it. While he's distracted, you manage to slide your foot up between your pressed bodies so that you're able to kick him away.
He falls back but recovers quickly, standing beside the bed and looking down at you as you realise how securely he'd bound you to the bed.
You tug, and then tug again, feeling your wrist ache as you try to pull it free.
He chuckles.
"Don't move, gonna wash this swill from my mouth to get a good taste of you."
"Fuck you." You hiss when he's at the door.
He pauses, looking back.
"If you want."
And then he's gone for the moment.
Oh shit, oh shit, is all you can repeat to yourself as you try to tug your arm free from the twisted frame.
What did you get yourself into? Why didn't you kill him when you had the chance?
And the heart? Was it Ethan's? Did he really kill Ethan that fast and beat you to your house?
Fuck
Fuck
You were so dead or worse...
The door shutting draws your attention and you turn back to look at him.
He's lost his shirt, and he toes off his boots, never breaking eye contact with you.
Your eyes skim his bare chest, with its raised scars and small patches of hair. It reminds you of the last time- when he'd taken you against your will and left you empty and aching for more.
Was he going to do that now? Take you like he'd done before? Or worse, turn you into a pet like Ethan had said?
He takes a deep breath and smiles, you cross your legs trying to mask the scent of your arousal.
"Think that's going to stop me?" He asks slowly. Pressing his palms to the bed and crawling his way toward you like a predator hunting prey.
"Every night, I stand over you, and I think about the way you tasted." He hovers over you now. His fingers trail over your thigh and you flinch at the touch. He runs his tongue over his teeth and you absently notice that all hints of blood are gone from his lips.
"My sweet little morsel, dripping for me and only me."
He siezes your jaw suddenly and you grunt in pain and surprise, a twitch of your mouth as you eye him angrily. Your free hand presses against his shoulder to try and push him away to no avail.
"And no one, touches you. Do you understand me?"
Your stomach flutters.
"Go to hell." You grit out.
He looks amused.
"You think you're so much fucking better than me?" He asks carefully, releasing your jaw and tracing his hands lower, his fingers clawing into the tops of your dress, stretching the seams and letting it rip slowly as he tears it to shreds.
"What? Because you don't drink blood you think you're so superior? Think you deserve to keep this cunt for yourself?"
He leans down, having fully wrenched every scrap of your dress from your skin, leaving you in your underwear, exposed, for this being, who is more monster than man, to touch.
"Newsflash baby," his breath in your ear, "You're a murderer just like me."
"Fuck you." You hiss.
His hands smooth over your skin, and you wriggle in protest, trying to pull away from his exploring hands. They grip your shoulders and paw at your breasts over your bra before sliding down your thighs.
"Pretty little huntress, spitting fire with her mouth while her cunt drips with need."
You shiver as his hands slide down to the edges of your underwear, you try to stop him with your free hand.
When pushing him doesn't work, you slap him, across the face making your your nails leave red welts behind that heal as quickly at they're made.
"Fiery little thing, aren't you?" He murmurs, reaching up to remove your bra, your free hand is no match for his iron grip.
"How many of us have you killed?" He asks, making casual conversation as his hands smooth over your bare thighs and hook under the silky fabric of your underwear.
When you don't answer immediately, he looks up at you with angry eyes, gripping your thighs almost painfully in warning.
"One a month since I was twenty-two." You gasp, not seeing the need to hide something so irrelevant.
He does the math in his head.
"Minus you." You add in quickly and he smiles.
"Minus me." He mocks, finally pulling your underwear free from your body.
He stares at your lower half for a long time, before dropping his head to your mound and taking in a deep breath.
You try to pull away, not wanting to give him the satisfaction, but he grabs your legs and spreads you open so easily, you barely stand a chance.
You try to push him away again with your free hand, which leads him to give you a wicked smile, pulling his belt free to restrain your hand, but not before tapping the cool leather to your cheek.
He gives a toothy grin when you try to pull your hands free, and you realise that he enjoys your helplessness.
"Good," he murmurs, spreading your legs open and pushing your thighs up toward your stomach.
"Now I can eat this little pussy for as long as I want."
"Fuck you," you grit out.
He gives you a grin when he sees you clench around nothing.
He keeps his eyes locked to yours as he drops his head.
The first swipe of his tongue makes you groan, your muscles relaxing against your will, easily taken by the pleasure.
God, his tongue is good, lapping at your clit, licking into your entrance, your bliss is involuntary and you shiver, with the desperation of your resistance.
The worst part is that he moans loudly when his tongue pushes into you, and you think he must be the best actor in the world- to pretend that he loves the taste of you so much.
You resist making a sound as much as you can, settling for panting and small whines when he uses just the right pressure on your clit. His tongue circles your aching bud, and you sigh when you remember how amazing he is at this. You can't focus on anything else, too hooked on the way his tongue moves in just the right way every time.
Your body tingles, your eyes squeeze shut and you come hard in the next moment, thighs shaking where he presses them open.
He doesn't stop, fucking his tongue into you, you can barely feel it, the appendage too soft and pliable to elicit any real pleasure, but he lets out another passionate moan and you can't help clenching around his tongue.
Then, his lips are back on your clit, licking, and kissing, and making the most obscene sounds possible while he takes what he wants.
He doesn't stop when you come a second time, or the third.
It takes your fifth orgasm for him to raise his head.
By now, your eyes are wet with tears, the pleasure and overstimulation beginning to set in.
"No more, please." You plead, but his only response is a gentle kiss to your lips, the wetness on his face smearing onto your chin as he reaches up to remove your bindings.
You can hardly move, your body is unable to support itself when you finally get free.
"Sit on my face, huntress." He says, before settling his body on the bed.
You sniffle.
"C-can't."
He's not listening to you, maneuvering your body anyway, and you can't resist his guidance.
"Of course you can, silly, I don't need to breathe and I want your thighs glued to my ears."
You sniffle, and huff, reaching out to grip the headboard, pressing your cheek to the cool metal surface, begging it to support you while he takes what he wants.
You look down between your thighs, seeing the top of his face, looking up at you for a moment, eyes flashing red before his tongue is on you again.
You whine, gripping the headboard tighter as his tongue licks over your clit.
The euphoria is blinding, you simultaneously want to pass out and rock your dripping cunt on his face in hopes that it teaches him a lesson.
You can't stop yourself from saying his name, unsure of what you're asking for.
He groans, hands gripping your thighs to pull you closer to his face.
He eats you like a man starved, like you are the last fruit on earth and he's been hungry for days. You try to focus on anything else beside the movement of his tongue but you fail at that.
You let out a choked sob as you cum, your spine stiffens and your body trembles, but he just keeps going.
Each time you come, his tongue gets gentler and gentler on your clit, to avoid the sharp pain of overstimulation. He keeps you on his mouth for what feels like hours, until you're sure you're going to pass out from the pleasure.
At one point, you decide to rock your hips on his face, hearing him groan, feeling his hands encourage the motion. You sigh, grinding your pussy onto his tongue, a sound of surprise when he pushes two fingers into you easily.
The mixed motions of him licking at your clit while his fingers fuck you slowly has you almost slumped over.
"Pleaseeee," you groan, "More."
He takes this as an invitation, pumping his fingers into you faster and you sob, knowing another orgasm is imminent. He hits the right spots, every time, and at this point you're just going through the motions.
You shiver when you come, your hips make involuntary movements, and his tongue is there, lapping at your clit through the orgasm. Your eyes roll back in your head, you feel his fingers slip out of you easily. You feel boneless, scrambling to grab the headboard once again, but pretty sure you're going to pass out if he keeps this up.
How long have you been sitting on his face? You don't have any grasp of time. He grips your ass this time, pulling your hips back to his face, you can feel the slick wetness of the fingers that were just inside you, leaving trails of your come on your skin.
You try to resist this time, making an attempt to dismount his face, to stop his lips from meeting your clit, but you're just not strong enough. He grips your hip painfully in warning, before pressing your heated pussy to his tongue once more.
You let out a soft cry, trying to extract your body, wiggling your hips, but it does nothing.
Billy holds you in place, fucking you with his tongue, over and over again.
Finally, when you're too blissed and shaking to hold yourself up, your vision goes dark. You're vaguely aware of your head thumping against your soft pillow as you pass out.
Everything is blurry when you come to, moaning in surprise when you feel him push into you for the first time. Any resistance your body has, is gone, washed away by his tongue, and you gasp when you feel the delicious stretch as his cock fills you.
He takes his time, making a place inside you for himself with each little move of his hips.
"My favourite place." He murmurs, and you're not even sure that he's talking to you.
You whine, clenching around him, sharing the sentiment of his groan.
It feels like you're burning from the inside, the pleasure consuming every thought you have with each press of his cock.
You can barely move a limb, gripping the sheets tightly as he fucks you.
His fingers reach up to grip your throat, and your eyelids flutter.
"How's it feel to have a filthy bloodsucker like me deep inside you?"
Truthfully, it was the greatest sex in the fucking world, and the idea of that alarmed you into sensible thought.
"Fuck.... you..." you gasp out, feeling his fingers tighten around your neck for a brief moment, before releasing.
You shouldn't want this so bad, you shouldn't feel distraught with the thought of him stopping... but you are.
His naked body against yours and all you want to do is hold him close and beg him not to stop.
The emotion chokes you, the power of his thrusts disorient you, and the next thing you know is that you're coming with a hoarse cry around his cock.
"Good girl." He whispers in your ear, and you sob, hands leaving the wrinkled sheets to press into his cool skin. One hand on the back of his neck, keeping his face pressed to your body, the other hand grips his hip, encouraging his harsh thrusts.
You feel him kiss your neck and shoulders so gently, and you think he may bite you but you don't think you care as much.
Your ankles lock together around his hips, his name is a prayer on your lips and his body is the centerpoint of your world.
You make small gasps every time his hips meet yours. Your legs tremble and you let out another broken cry when you come.
He finally pulls back for a second, dark eyes meeting yours to study your fucked out form.
"Are you-" you gasp, struggling to say the words as your body continues to tremble with waves of burning pleasure.
"Are you going to kill me now?" You ask, looking up at him through watery eyes.
You gasp when he flips you over, grabbing a pillow to tuck under your hips before he's inside you once again, the squelching sound of your wet cunt readily accepting him.
"I should, shouldn't I? You've killed so much of my people." His hands ghost over the bandaged scratches on your back.
"I should have killed you weeks ago." He murmurs, and you sigh, defeated.
His hand sinks into your hair, pulling your head up and you moan at the sting, he forces your pliant body to arch for him.
"Wanna know a little secret, huntress?" He says, lips pressed to your ear, his cock rocking little by little inside you.
"I don't want to kill you. From the moment I saw you, I knew that you were mine."
The words send a wave of bliss down your stomach, scattering like sparks down your body.
His.
It shouldn't feel so right.
He's your enemy. He has to be.
Why are you pushing your hips back on his cock?
He grunts.
"That's it baby, fuck back on me... you're not going to be able to walk after this."
You didn't think you could walk right now.
His hips slap against yours, as he suddenly sets a brutal pace, finally seeing what sort of pleasure vampires were truly capable of giving.
His pace is harsh, fast, your eyes roll back in your head as you're pretty sure his cock is going to kill you.
You can't make a sound, can't move a muscle, all you can do is take and take and take and take and take and take-
You feel a strong wave of pleasure when you finally come, somewhere in the back of your mind, you're aware that he comes too, a loud roar of bliss as his hips stutter. Your body quivers violently, and you can do nothing except allow it to overwhelm you in the best way. You're vaguely aware of the feeling of him filling you, you can feel his come, as it's pumped into you, a little cooler than your internal body temperature.
He slips out, falling into bed beside you and pulling your body to his so that you're wrapped in each other still.
"You didn't bite me." You murmur, in realisation, meeting his eyes.
He smiles, the scars on his face crinkling adorably.
"I didn't need to." He whispers back, a surprisingly gentle kiss to your cheek.
But you promised you would, you think, unable to formulate another sound, falling asleep, pressed against him.
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Sore.
It's what you first feel when you come to.
Aching.
Everything fucking aches.
The only thing that doesn't hurt is breathing, taking slow breaths, humming in discomfort as you move, finding a more comfortable spot in bed before relaxing again.
You don't remember your bed being this comfortable, you feel like a gooey puddle, sinking into the soft sheets, feeling like you've become one with the bed.
A satisfied sigh, followed by more sleep.
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A hand in your hair, his fingers massaging into your scalp. You sigh, loving the comfort.
"You've been asleep for a while. You should eat."
You give a groan of complaint and you hear him laugh.
You peek an eye open at him, and you gasp, forcing your body to sit up and look around.
This wasn't your room.
"Where am I?" You ask, turning to look at him accusingly. You climb out of bed, your knees buckle momentarily, but you're able to recover.
"My place." He answers simply, and you look down, finding yourself in an oversized shirt, probably his.
"You kidnapped me." You say accusingly.
"Yup." He confirms, as if you're talking about the weather.
You give a shake of your head.
How could you be so stupid?
You're out the bedroom door in seconds.
His place is a penthouse apartment somewhere in upstate New York, by the quick glance you take out of the windows.
"Where are you going?" He calls from behind you, and you pause to look back at him.
"I have to go back. They'll be looking for me."
Especially if they realise Ethan is probably dead. You were technically the last person to see him alive.
You get the front door open an inch before his hand is pressing it shut.
"You really think they're going to let you live if you go back to them? They were using you as bait. They'll kill you on sight if they suspect you've been compromised."
"They're my family. They'll understand."
"They make a living out of killing innocent people."
"No one we kill is innocent." You argue.
"Oh please," he says, pushing away from the door, you turn to look at him as he walks away from you.
"They train you to hunt and kill the first vampire you find. They don't care if the vampire doesn't kill humans. Once they have fangs and red eyes, they're the enemy."
"Vampires kill people." You say, taking a step toward him and he laughs.
"Do you really think it's that black and white? Of course you do, all vampires are bad just like all humans are good, right?"
You give a little shake of your head, too disoriented for an ethics lesson from a murderer.
"And you didn't kidnap me from my home to make me your little human pet? Don't act like you're the better person here because we both know that's bullshit." You retaliate.
Another shake of his head. He doesn't face you, looking out at the window instead.
"More lies from an organisation that wants to control you. We don't enslave people... we choose..." his voice trails off, but you step toward him angrily, eager to hear what he has to say.
"What? You choose what? Prey?" You ask.
He doesn't meet your eyes.
"Mates."
You step back.
No way. This wasn't happening.
Your heart squeezes in your chest, you glance at the door.
"Why don't you hear what I have to say, before you try to leave? Maybe eat something too while you listen."
You hesitate.
"You're not going to just let me leave, are you?" You ask cautiously.
He grins at you.
"Definitely not, huntress, but maybe hearing me out means you stay willingly."
"And if I don't want to hear you out?" You ask.
"I can find other ways to use my mouth that I know you'd like."
You press your thighs together at the thought and he gives you a smug smile.
"Fine," you murmur in defeat, "Lead the way."
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Fangs and Warmth
TW: Cockwarming, death (brief and passing), blood drinking, blood, brief fingering, Vampire!Billy Russo, Master/Pet.
The blood pounded against her ears.
The same blood that splattered the walls and covered Billy’s face. It was dripping onto his shirt and the body that laid beside him was barely covered in his own blood. Drained with his neck ripped out, at least one of them didn’t have to face the monster right in front of them now.
She was curled up on the bed watching as Billy lit a cigarette not even bothering to clean himself off yet but she guessed that he was savoring the moment right now. She burrowed her head into her knees. She didn’t see the act but it had been dragged out. The noises of the other vampires begging and screaming would be enough to fill her head with nightmares. Perhaps she could ask him to erase the memory of it all.
His cravings now appeased and well off. He looked at her over his shoulder and saw her with her knees in her hands and her head trying to burrow into them.
Sighing, Billy took another drag of his cigarette before laying it on the ashtray for later before walking over to her. He sat down and watched as she flinched at the contact that his hand made with her hair. He started to thread his fingers through it and scratch at her scalp.
His sweet little bunny trying to hide herself away from the terrible works of her master. He knew that she was waiting for him to say that he was done and she could look up but he wanted to look at her in the small position that she was in at the moment. She was exactly as he liked her to be small, innocent, and scared at the horrors that he could inflict.
The man had deserved it in his opinion. He had been catcalling and trying to feel up his pretty bunny even though it was quite clear that she was taken. It was common among vampires to be talking and flirting with the others' property but it was all fun and games as they knew that a single touch could lead to almost certain death.
It was the young among them all that did so. They were young, stupid, cocky, and with their sires not informing them of what could happen those were the ones who got killed.
But every once in a while the older ones would think that they were better and start feeling up the thralls, even those whose masters were known to be possessive and violent. Unlike the young vampires who would be used to teach the others a lesson with a simple decapitation the older ones would be killed in the most embarrassing and hurtful way.
They would be drained.
So Billy had waited all night and as soon as the other vampire's hand hit her leg, by vampire law he had to wait until the other did something that went against the laws of their kind. The law being that unless you had permission you couldn’t touch another's thrall especially when they were visibly marked and Billy was sure that no one could miss the collar with his name on it around her neck.
When the other vampire had done so, Billy got up and dragged him into his private room at the feeding den and made sure that he couldn’t move until he retrieved his bunny and brought her to the room with him. He had set her on the bed and broke a few of the chairs in the room before nailing the others hands and feet to the wall with the splintered wood.
“Bunny,” he said softly. Gently he grabbed the back of her neck and slowly pulled her up until she started to move by herself. When her head was fully up she looked at him, her eyes full of horror at the noises but not the act itself.
He sighed and looked at her wide eyes. “I know bunny, I know,” he cooed at her. ”It's over now.” He started to unfurl her legs and unwrapped her arms from around her legs. When he was done with that he moved her and himself so she was now sitting on his lap and his back was pressed against the bed frame. “Can you do something for me bunny?”
She cocked her head in confusion but nodded her head anyways. Her thrall instincts were scolding her now, scolding her for even thinking of questioning her master and she knew that they were right. He gave her a look that meant that he wanted words from her. “Yes master,” she said to him. She was confused at why he was asking; he usually didn’t ask but did so anyway. He owned her so why would he have to ask his bunny for permission to do something to her?
Then she realized that he just wanted to hear something from her. He wanted to make sure that she was still verbal and not in shock at what she had just heard.
He smiled at her before moving her a bit closer. She gasped in surprise when she felt the boner that her master was having at the moment, not that she wasn’t used to it but more of the wonder of how he could be horny after killing his own kind.
“I’m hungry sweetheart but I want to be inside of you before feeding,” he told her. He laughed at her confused expression. “Vampire blood isn’t filling to use and it only makes us horny.” She nodded at his explanation and started to undo his pants.
Billy leaned back and watched as she did so. He marveled at what he shaped his bunny into. She went from the scared little human that he had first met to a thrall who would do anything he asked without question or pressure. She just did it and the evolution of his pet was still a marvel to be beheld.
She pulled him out of his pants and pumped his cock for a few seconds before getting on her knees and started to pull up her dress. When it was bunched around her waist, Billy pulled her panties aside and put his fingers on her lips. She opened her mouth and he shoved his fingers inside of mouth making her gag before she started to suck.
“Get them nice and wet, bunny,” he said, encouraging her to suck even more. When she was done he pulled his finger out of her mouth, a small string of saliva still attaching the two. Billy took his now saliva covered fingers and spread them across her pussy before shoving two fingers in, making her gasp out in pain and pleasure.
He thrusted his fingers in and out for a minute or two relishing in the small gasps and moans that he was pulling out of his bunny. When he felt her walls gripping his fingers like a vice he pulled out not willing her to cum yet.
Whining she frowned at his unwelcomed motions and almost grabbed his hand to finish her off anyway. But Billy liked to edge her before sitting her on his cock and feeding on her which would make her tired from the blood loss and she would have to wait until the next day to get her release. She guessed the worst part was that the bastard did it all on purpose.
Lifting by her hips Billy slowly started to set her on his cock. The warmth of her cunt warmed the coldness of his skin and enveloped his cock the feeling making him feel like he was on cloud 9. “Fuck bunny,” he groaned out finaly settling her to the end of his cock.
She felt full and the coldness of Billy’s skin seemed to get warmer the longer that they were in contact. Leaning down, Billy brushed away some hair that resided on her shoulder before flicking his fangs out and dragging them over her pulse. He felt the small shiver from her and smirked before sinking his teeth into the welcoming heat of her skin and the prize laying underneath.
She winced in pain before her body started to relax the venom in his fangs relaxing her and with how old he was almost sending her into a dream-like state.
When he retracted his fangs and cleaned up the small remnants of blood that had slid out of the small wound. His blood would heal it quickly before they even left the feeding den. He looked down at her and saw that his small little bunny was almost asleep but the glaze over her eyes told him that she was just experiencing the small high and out worldness that came with his older and stronger venom.
Leaning back, he cradled her on his chest making sure not to move the cock that was inside of her too much. Breaking her out of the trance she was in would suffer some consequences and the tiredness that she would feel afterwards would be almost too much for her to handle.
Sighing he laid his head back on the pillows and started to count his own small bunny in his mind waiting for his very own to wake up.
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Steve started to notice things about a certain vampire in the house.
Mostly, he learned just how much prejudice he’d been harboring against vampires without realizing it, because every time Billy did something even remotely normal, it pinged off of Steve’s processing cylinders like a pebble on a bell.
For instance, whenever Billy intends to spend an extended length of time in a room, he lights a candle. Not even a scented one, and the overhead lights will still be on, but he seems to like having a flame there. Steve wondered to himself if that was an indicator of how old this guy is.
Billy liked cooking. He’d creep up beside Steve at the stove with a derisive sniff and start plucking spices out of the overhead cabinets. “You’re making my house smell weird. Use these.”
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Brooke McCarter, Kiefer Sutherland, Billy Wirth and Alex Winter - The Lost Boys (1987)
#the lost boys#kiefer sutherland#alex winter#billy wirth#brooke mccarter#80s horror#joel schumacher#vampires#80s movies#1980s#1987
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Blood Rush (Pt.2)
Read Part 1 Here
After being alive for far longer than any man should be, Billy is convinced he's seen it all. Until his path crosses with a mysterious girl and the game changes-for both of them. In ways neither could have ever imagined.
Warnings for Series: Mentions and descriptions of blood/grisly scenes, 18+themes and spice, use your own judgement.
One second you were in a dark alleyway, the musty smell infiltrated your nostrils. The dank heaviness that hung in the air.
Then you could smell the man holding onto you- a musky scent, punctuated with a spice you couldn’t place. It wafted from his skin, from his hair that hung in your face.
The dull ache between your legs, a pressure from his knee pressing where you needed it but it wasn’t enough. You never needed anything quite so bad before.
An unhinged desire seemed to crash against you in waves. Then you felt it. A sharp prick against your neck, searing pain then bliss.
Like all the blood in your body was replaced with warm honey. Flowing through your veins, every major artery pulsed in pleasure.
If this was deaths warm embrace perhaps you could stomach it. A slow decent into darkness.
Billy fed and fed until he could feel a wobble in your pulse. Pulling back and staunching the flow with a pin prick of his own blood.
You’d slowly slipped into unconsciousness, held in place by his arms. The buzzing in his head reached a fever pitch.
You tasted so good but it wasn’t what he’d experienced before. Some peoples blood just tasted better, gave off an undeniable fragrance that tantalized the intense sense of a vamp.
This wasn’t that.
He felt a prickling sensation creep across his skin and heat rose to his cheeks. THe usual blood rush would streak through his system in a matter of minutes.
This built slowly. The poor girl in his arms shifted and Billy knew he needed to get her home and off the streets. God forbid another vamp came back with friends looking to end her for good.
Her wallet had an ID and address on the other side of town. Resting her against his chest as he thumbed through the other contents of her purse to verify this information.
Something stopped him cold in his process. His fingers. They looked…pink.
The pale flesh he had grown accustomed to was replaced with a soft tinge of a flush. The pads a deeper hue of the tone.
His heart sunk. He’d drunk too much. He’d killed her, for the blood to overtake him so powerfully.
Pushing aside your hair, fingers skimming against the revealed skin. He felt a pulse. It wasn’t weak or fading. She truly was just passed out.
Shaking his head, Billy adjusted the wallet back into her purse and tossed her into a carry that allowed him to move more easily.
What would take a normal person hours to traverse, it only took Billy less than 15 minutes. Moving quickly and staying out of sight, carrying this girl in his arms with ease.
He could feel the blood settling into his system. Strength and speed picking up, it was as if his joints crackled with newfound power and dexterity.
Muscles tensing and releasing in powerful synchronicity.
It was a familiar rush that happened after every feeding.Go too far and an inexperienced vampire could go drunk with that power. Become lost in it.
Losing sense of time and space itself. Some would go crazy. Killing and killing until another vampire took them out for risk of being caught and their species being exposed.
The door to your apartment popped open, key swinging inward as Billy carried you over the threshold carefully so as not to wake any prying neighbors.
It was a small place he noticed. A tiny kitchen table strewn with all matter of paper. The dark screen of a laptop stared back at him.
A couch in a makeshift living room, bookshelves from floor to ceiling completely enveloped in books on every subject. He didn’t miss the few shelves dedicated to romance novels.
If he didn’t know better he’d say he felt the telltale whisper of a blush on his cheeks. What did you like to read about? What naughty ideas popped into your head when reading them?
Did you touch yourself-
No.
He needed to get you to your bed then leave. And probably never see you again. The thought turned his stomach in a way he didn’t want to think about.
A small bedroom stood off to the side, a queen bed consumed almost the entire room. Soft purple sheets and a crumpled duvet lay off to the side.
Setting you down gently, adjusting the pillow so your hair splayed across it, he took a step back.
You looked so small and innocent lying here before him. Grabbing the corner of the duvet he pulled it up to your shoulders. Being sure not to make it look too staged that you were tucked in.
Denying himself the urge to reach out and caress the skin of your cheek. How had you not been killed by another vampire smelling the delicious scent that you carried?
The thought would most likely consume him in the high hours of the day when he’d be trying to sleep.
Along with thoughts of your face.
The undeniable tightness at the front of his pants reminded him he needed to go. Making sure the key was back on your table with your purse as he climbed out the window onto the nearby fire escape.
Billy didn’t remember the last time he prayed. Maybe it was as he lay in the street bleeding out. How he’d foolishly believed his prayer was being answered at the sight of a beautiful face above him.
How stupid he’d been.
But tonight he’d pray. For your safety, that for however long you had seemed to fly under the radar of the vampires in the city, that it would continue.
And with that, he pushed off from the wrought iron railing, jumping to the alleyway below and taking off back in the opposite direction of your home.
“Damn you look like shit.” Cassie lovingly noted through your FaceTime call in the morning.
“Gee thanks. I feel great.” The sarcasm leeches into your words as you tossed your hair into a messy updo, grabbing the nearby spoon coated in peanut butter.
“Sorry, I just didn’t realize you’d partied so hard. You didn’t even text me you got home!”
To be honest you didn’t remember getting home. All you remembered were deep red eyes and a flourish of pleasure coursing through your veins before passing out.
Somewhere in there you must’ve got your shit together and called a cab. How else would you have got home?
You did not plan on mentioning the fact that bloodsucking vampires existed and you almost became one’s meal last night.
Your body tensed at the thought of the large bald man with razor sharp fangs.
But then the other man…the handsome one who had been watching you from the club.
How he’d found you after you’d taken off, how he’d saved your life.
“Earth to bestie?”
“Sorry. I’m just really tired. I passed out and totally forgot to text, but as you can see I am home. I am safe. I am dead tired.”
Your response seemed to assuage your friend as she visibly relaxed on her end of the phone screen.
“Im just glad you’re ok. I could tell you were feeling…itchy to leave.” She delicately danced around the subject of you feeling you had been watched.
You had been right.
“Yeah I’m just going to veg out and catch up on some tv shows before work tomorrow.” You took the peanut butter covered spoon into your mouth as you navigated your pathetically small kitchen.
Work. Right.
Sex and the city had made writing in New York seem like a dream gig. You’d have a penthouse somewhere in the upper east side, glamorous outfits to don to extravagant parties.
Instead you were behind a month in rent for a flat the size of a matchbox. You owned exactly three button up shirts that were work appropriate and the rest of your wardrobe consisted of T-shirts with various wolves and dragons on them.
Cleaning the last of the peanut butter off the spoon and tossing it into the sink with a metallic clang you turned back to Cassie, taking a deep inhale, forefingers and thumbs touching in a mock gesture if inner peace.
“Aaaaaand I’m going to prepare for my interview tomorrow.”
“That’s right!! Who was it with again?”
Tugging at the hem of your sleep shorts, ripping a loose thread before you set the phone down, sticking your head in the fridge to see what food you had. Food that was still edible and not having expired months ago.
You frowned as you picked up an old yogurt container that was slowly evolving into a living breathing animal. Tossing the mold ridden thing into the trash.
“Some big shot CEO. Founded Anvil, a personal security service or something. I don’t know, he’s probably one of those high and mighty types.”
“Why’d they give you that interview? It seems like a big deal and you seem….blasé about it.”
The sigh, slash groan that dramatically left your lips as you slammed the fridge door shut, collapsing into a seat at your very tiny kitchen table.
“Because Maura is out on maternity leave, Ross is out of the country on vacation and Jeremy is covering fashion week. The dream team is occupied so they’re stuck with me.”
Cassie frowned, brows furrowed on her semi pixelated brow.
“I don’t like this kinda attitude. YOU are an amazing writer and deserve to be considered a top tier “dream team” occupant as well as any of those others.”
You wanted to believe her, you really did. But writing was your passion and honestly all the projects you’d been put on as of late fell short. No stories had enthralled you, and your lack of enthusiasm clearly showed.
“Cas, I’m tired. I don’t know if I have another droll business-y interview left in me. I try, I really do, but I don’t care about the latest vegan restaurant opening in soho or the new wearable garbage that vogue is printing. How am I supposed to stoke a fire with my words when I’m given the scraps?”
What started as boredom had turned into a blood pumping anger fueled vent session.
“I don’t want to interview a ceo. What am I supposed to ask? Did you always dream of being a millionaire? How do you feel about the stock market right now? Are your suits custom or store bought at Saks?”
“I’m gonna cut you off right there-“ Cassie interjected. “You got a piss poor attitude about this. I know it’s not your dream gig. I know you’re tired, but a high ranking business owner who runs a company making a small fortune that HELLO, people know about.”
She took a long deep breath before continuing.
“People, maybe not you…or me…but people, know about this company and want to hear about its owner. Think of them, write it for them. People who look up to this guy and want to be inspired. Inspire them. Paint one of those lovely pictures with your words.”
Damn her. Cassie was right. Just because you didn’t care about this company didn’t mean other people didn’t.
And this could be the chance for you to impress your boss. Really create a passion piece that blows your readers away.
“Damn you, Cas.”
Your friend grinned brightly on her end. Knowing she had gotten through to you, in the way only she could.
“Go, Go and shine on for both of us my little star!” She exclaimed blowing a kiss to the phone screen. “Now me and my handsome fiancé are going to go get dinner. Make me proud mama.”
With newfound fervor you turned on your laptop, the screen flickering to life as you placed an order for Chinese food. Extra lo mein and crab Rangoon to assist with your brain storming.
Fingers zoomed across your opened word document, typing up juicy question after question. This time would be different, you could feel it.
Billy groaned into his pillow, running his fingers through his mussed locks. Convinced that sleep would evade him but instead he had passed out and slept better than he had in years.
Turning over in his large bed, the image of the girl from the club seared into his mind. The smell of her skin, the way her hair lay framing her face, how those wide eyes had watched his every move.
The way her blood tasted.
The mid-afternoon light shone in his eyes, forcing him to cover his face with his hand to block the…sun.
Sunlight.
The closest thing to fear he could experience shot through his body. Pushing off to the complete other side of the bed, sheets tangling up around his legs.
Holding his hand up to his face and inspecting it carefully. No burns. Not even a red mark marring the pale skin. Allowing his fingertips to poke and prod along his face where the light had hit, coming up empty.
Not a scratch on him. Impossible.
Pushing off the covers and coming to stand on the razor edge of his blackout curtains. The menacing blade of sunlight danced across the carpet, to anyone else it appeared to be a bright clear day outside.
To a vampire that meant certain death. To be caught in the sunlight and burned alive before you even had a chance to escape to the shadows.
Vampires experienced fear less and less as they aged. Soon the only fear that remained was the sun.
Thankfully Billy ran a company and when you’re in charge you get to make meetings and social events whenever you damn well pleased.
Swallowing the anxiety rising like bile in the back of his throat, Billy stuck his hand out tentatively. Inch by inch moving towards the ray of light.
Then he watched as his fingers touched the beam. It flickered over his skin harmlessly. His palm turned this way and that, marveling at this new quandary.
It had been over fifty years since sunlight had touched his skin. Feeling a bit braver he stuck his arm into the light. Then the front of his chest.
Nothing.
Curiosity conquered the fear and he tore open the curtains, letting them fall wide and drenching the room in bright yellow light.
And for the first time in just under a century Billy stood in the light of day. Looking out at the city. His city.
Basking in the warmth on his skin. Admiring how the skyscrapers glowed and glittered in the brightness. Looking down at himself. Bare, save for a pair of black boxers, looking at his form in daylight.
A knock at his bedroom door was the only thing that broke his concentration on the skyline around him.
“Yes?”
“Mr. Russo?” His assistant, Marcus.
“Come in.” He’d never usually say that, but today, today was different.
Marcus walked in, a towering stack of folders balanced in his hands. Two cell phones in his pocket, a lanyard hung around his neck, and a laptop case draped over his shoulder.
“I’m sorry sir, I know you never want to be bothered at this time…I wasn’t gonna knock, but your secretary said some of these documents needed looked at immediately.”
The young man continued on musing about some meetings he had scheduled that night, intermittently apologizing for the intrusion. Billy couldn’t help but realize that Marcus barely registered that Billy was standing in the sun before him.
Because of course he wouldn’t understand. No one knew what he was. Why would it be weird to see your boss standing before the open window in the light?
The man prattled on about something else but Billy only turned back to gaze at the city. Why was he unharmed? Why was he able to do this?
He examined his hand once more, watching the illuminated dust fall around it before asking,
“Will that be all?”
“Yes, sir.” Marcus hoisted the pile back into his arms, giving a somewhat silly bow type move as he backed out of the room. He was a good kid. Very green, but good.
He had a certain affection for the younger man. Maybe he reminded Billy of what he’d been like before he became so jaded in his years.
Not wanting to move from where he stood, but eventually strolling over to the table with his itinerary for the day…well night rather, on it.
All the usual things and an interview that evening at 9 pm. Wonderful. He hated interviews.
It took exactly 4 hours before whatever magical protection had fallen over Billy to disappear. It was then that he’d felt the tell tale burning and searing pain wrap around his body from the sunlight.
Hissing and pulling back, nearly knocking the table over with him. His coffee cup spilled onto the ground, coating a few documents that would need printed again.
He had pulled his table over in front of the windows to work, tying back the curtains for the first time ever and letting the vibrant yellows and oranges coat the room as he worked.
Typing away in his laptop, answering phone calls, he even had a brief meeting on zoom so people could see his face in the light. Maybe these last years had been a horrible hallucination and he was still human after all?
Maybe the sleepless days and endless nights, the death and destruction of all he knew or cared about wasn’t real. He had been asleep and dreaming awful vivid dreams of needing blood to sustain himself.
Toppling backwards and landing on his rear in the shadowed area of his room. Bringing a hand to his face and seeing red blisters, already beginning to heal but prevalent nonetheless.
His time in the sun had ended. Why did he feel so…terrible? Anguish. That was the word. A longing for something he swore he’d forgotten.
To feel the heat on his cheeks and savor the warmth that had begun to feel like a far off dream.
He sat dumbfounded for another minute, hearing a buzzing coming from his phone. A reminder for his next appointment.
The stupid device still lay on the table completely covered in daylight,
Well almost. The sun was setting.
Billy watched from the side, hidden safely in the darkness as the sun slowly fell below the skyline and his room was once again cloaked in darkness.
Safely walking over to his phone and typing in his passcode. Pausing to look out over New York once more.
This was the sight he had become so familiar with. The buildings no longer glimmered, but fell muted.
They shine in their own way at night, the moon and stars could be dazzling and bright but it would never be day.
His phone beeped again. Right. His interview. Deciding to ignore the spilled coffee and messed papers, choosing to attend to those things later and get this stupid thing over with.
Adjusting his suit collar and tightening his tie in the elevator, watching the numbers light up as he ascended to the floor where his office resided. With a delicate ping the metal doors opened and he was greeted by his secretary, Jess.
“Your 9pm is already in the conference room.” She noted, passing a notebook to him and another stack of papers.
There was always something.
“Thank you. This will be quick.” He strode off down the hall and turned right pushing the frosted glass door open.
Only to come face to face with the girl from the club.
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Into My Web
Chapter 16
Dark!Vampire!Billy Russo x Female Reader
Cowritten with @the-cult-of-russo
Ratings: Explicit 18+ ONLY
Warnings: Although this chapter might not include it, this fic will include; Sexual situations, swearing, human slave, biting, blood, murder, obsessive thoughts, dub con, Stockholm syndrome, gaslighting.
“Can I have a drink? I feel like I’ll need a drink,” you asked Billy with a little blush. As excited as you were about the whole thing it made you a bit shy and nervous too. Billy on the other hand seemed cool as a cat.
"You can have one drink. Don't need you gettin' drunk for your first threesome. Want you to remember it," he smirked wryly. He was getting a kick out of your nerves, he couldn't lie. But he couldn't wait until you were experiencing it to see how you'd react then.
You stood up and poured yourself a tall glass of the same wine you adored so much at Frank’s and flopped back down on the couch next to him. Your glass was ridiculously full but you shrugged at his amused look.
“What? You said one drink. One drink,” you answered to his amused look and pointing to the wine glass in your hand. You didn’t want to get drunk anyway, you just needed a bit of liquid courage to untense. You took a long sip of it before opening up the conversation.
“Okay. What’s your rules? Anything I can or can’t do specifically or…” you asked trailing off, unsure how he expected you to behave or do or anything.
He wrapped an arm around you as he thought about it for a moment.
"Just be good. I want you to have fun, see what you like or don't like. Only real rule is to do what I say," he shrugged. He didn't want to impose too many rules on you, he didn't want to suck the fun out of the whole thing. As long as you obeyed him, it was good.
It sounded simple enough and you were also relieved to hear you could be curious and go with the flow.
“Bedroom or…” you asked, the thought of having her in his bed made you grip the wine glass a little tighter but you took a deep breath and kept your cool. No need to get worked up on the little details.
"Bedroom. Beds big enough and it'll be easier, more comfortable," he replied as he toyed with your hair. He had a feeling it wasn't the answer you wanted to hear, as always taking in every little change in your behaviour and body. But he knew it would be better for everyone involved. Threesomes could be tricky anyway, comfort was key. And maybe he also just enjoyed pushing your buttons. You took another long sip of your drink to hide the little annoyance on your face and you shrugged it off. It was just a bed and it wasn’t like she’d ever be around it again. You gave him a small smirk and wondered if there was anything else to talk about, you couldn’t think of anything so you shrugged slightly.
"Alright, I'll head out. Find our friend for the night," he smirked as he stood up, leaning down to place a kiss to the top of your head.
"Make sure you behave yourself. You'll be locked in but if you somehow manage to get out, you know I'll find you," he warned with a wide smile as he grabbed his leather jacket. He had a feeling you wouldn't run though. Not tonight at least knowing what was coming.
You grabbed the front of his shirt pulling him toward you before he could walk away.
“Can I have a kiss before you go?” you asked, leaning forward and biting your lower lip suggestively. You bat your eyelashes at him for added effect and untangled your hand from his shirt.
He grinned, grabbing your jaw firmly as he captured your lips in a dirty kiss. When he broke away, he smirked, placing one last kiss to your lips before he moved away.
"I'll be back soon," he said with a sly smile, moving to the front door.
The silence inside the house was deafening. You wondered how long it'd take him to go and find your partner for the night. You sipped your drink and tapped a finger on the armrest nervously.
"Fuck it," you said out loud and got up to go to his personal bar. You took a mini swing of whisky and shuddered at the burning taste. You walked to the stereo and pressed play on whatever was playing last. You needed to change your mind and untense or the evening was gonna suck. You took another sip of wine and closed your eyes. You focused on the music and moved your hips to the rhythm. You knew these songs, Billy often played them and you liked them quite a lot too. You turned the music a bit louder and danced until you heard the front door open. By then, you were in good spirits, having a good time and all the tension had left your body. You turned to the front door and gave Billy a sly smirk as you danced for him.
He tilted his head as he watched you, really not expecting to come home to this scene. His dark eyes were glued to you, soaking in the way your body moved to the music. For a moment he forgot about the girl with him until he smelt her arousal at watching you dance this way. He hadn't been gone too long but he'd been pretty picky about the girl he chose for you. She was a redhead, which honestly was for his sake more than anything, but he'd picked a girl that reminded him a lot of you. He'd compelled her to do what he told her, to let him feed from her and most importantly, to enjoy herself. He didn't need the night being ruined by her not being into it and killing your vibe. He wanted you to have a good time.
Your gaze switched to the beauty next to him and you grinned. She was perfect. Hot but not too ridiculously hot to make you feel like a lesser woman either. She had a kind and welcoming face and curves not unlike yours. She gave you a bashful smile and you reached out for them to join your little dance floor. You weren't drunk, you were just focusing on the good and fun parts of the evening, that one glass of wine did wonders on your nerves.
"Look what the cat dragged in," you said, when they were a few feet away. You reached for Billy first and welcomed him back home with a dirty kiss, moving your hips against his to the music. He groaned as he kissed you back deeply. He was enjoying seeing this carefree side of you. He could taste and smell the whiskey on you but he decided to let it go since you were nervous and it'd just kill the mood to punish you for it. You weren't the only one who wanted this threesome. Billy was thrumming with excitement for the whole thing. You took a peek around Billy's arm and saw her dance against Billy's back. You gave her a timid smile that she gave back with a wink. You kept dancing with Billy and her but all your attention was on her for now, like a cat studying her prey. She looked back at you with the same curiosity that pulled you toward each other.
"Have you done this before?" You asked her. She shook her head with a sheepish smile moving closer to you. Her answer surprised and pleased you. You wondered if Billy picked her because of that, so maybe you would feel more comfortable. You gave Billy another smirk biting your lower lip and reached to take her soft delicate hand in yours. You slid around Billy to be the one in the middle with him at your back and her in front of you. Your heart was hammering in your chest as you took every inch of her in.
Billy ran his nose along your neck, savoring how fast your pulse was going. His hands gripped at your hips as he rubbed his already hard cock against your ass, letting you take the reins. He'd take the back seat for now as you let your curiosity guide you. You moaned and pushed back against his length. You raised your hands to her chest and slid her jacket off her shoulders slowly. She was wearing a long-sleeved little black dress and the first thing you thought was if Billy would let you keep it.
"I like your dress a lot," you said, running your fingertips on the fabric plunging down in a v shape between her breasts. You trailed your fingertips over the mount of her breasts and licked your lips absentmindedly thinking how warm and soft she was. You turned your head to Billy and gave him a little smirk. You were almost shaking with anticipation and ready to move to the bedroom but he was the master here so you stayed put.
"Let's take this upstairs," he smirked, nipping at your neck before he led both you and the girl he couldn't remember the name of upstairs to the bedroom. His whole body was practically vibrating with excitement about what was to come and so far, you seemed to feel the same which only made him more excited. You were holding her hand when you all entered the bedroom. You led her closer to the bed and closed the distance between you two. You slid the straps of your dress off your shoulders and it fell in a pool at your feet. You helped her out of her dress and you ran your hands on her soft skin, taking in how gorgeous she was in her underwear like you.
Billy was leaning against the dresser as he watched you both with rapt attention. Two seemingly sweet girls enjoying each other's company. It had him rock hard and aching and he bit his lower lip, his eyes taking in the both of you now you were both nearly naked.
You turned your head to look at Billy timidly but with a smirk, feeling her lips on your cheek. You moved your head back slowly and your lips met hers. Your hands caressed the side of her face as you tentatively kissed her soft lips. You licked her lower lip and she kissed you back languidly. You moaned into the kiss and she pressed you closer to her warm body. You kissed and finished undressing each other. She pushed you back on the bed so you were sitting on the edge and she knelt in front of you. You looked up at Billy a bit unsure as she opened your legs wide open and dived right in. You moaned loudly, feeling her small tongue lapping at your clit as you brushed her soft copper hair back. You closed your eyes with your head hanging back and hummed pleasingly. You leaned back on one hand and kept the other in her hair. You opened your eyes feeling an intense jolt of pleasure and locked eyes with Billy watching you both with dark intense eyes. They had a predatory glint to them as he looked at the pair of you, desire running rampant through him. You moaned loudly and wanted to touch him badly.
"Help me undress this one?" You asked looking down at her, she grinned and you gave Billy a wicked smirk. You both stood up and ran your hands over his body pulling his shirt off and kissed his chest and back greedily with giggles. He moaned, thoroughly enjoying being the centre of attention, as always. She moved behind him and ran her hands down his torso to his jeans where you knelt down in front of him working on his belt and jeans. She helped you slide his jeans and boxers down his long legs leaving him gloriously naked between you both. He felt oddly relaxed yet ridiculously aroused all at the same time. He glanced down at you with a wicked smirk, stroking your hair softly. You were doing really well so far and it was turning him on how unabashed you were about all of this, how curious you were to explore your new friend. You stood up and crawled on the bed with her next to you. You looked at her and you both giggled like you were up to no good. Billy smirked, slowly fisting himself as he approached the bed casually.
It surprised you how comfortable you were so far with her around. You were curious and you especially loved how Billy seemed to enjoy the two of you together. You moved so she'd be in the middle and you laid on your side next to her. Billy lay on the other side, head propped up on his hand as he shot you an amused grin. His fingers traced patterns absentmindedly on the girl's stomach but his eyes were glued to you.
You ran one hand over her breasts and kissed her shoulder trailing kisses down to her breast. You kissed and took her nipple inside your mouth enjoying the sounds she made. Billy's dick twitched at the sight and sounds and he moved to kneel between the girl's legs as he watched you lavish her breasts with attention. He parted her thighs before diving right in, devouring her with his mouth as she squirmed and gasped. He hummed against her, enjoying how she tasted. You tasted better but he was still loving it as he fucked her with his tongue. You curiously looked as he ate her, never been able to see it before obviously. It turned you on to see his lips and tongue work around her pussy. You loved how she moaned and you wanted to touch her too. You tentatively ran two fingers between her legs, down her folds where his lips were and he looked up at you.
"Can I help?" You asked with a little timid grin.
He moved away from the girl's pussy, licking his lips as he quirked a brow.
"Be my guest, kitten," he smirked, his voice low and rough from his arousal. His eyes had already changed to red but his fangs were still away.
You bit your lower lip meeting his dark red eyes, rubbed your fingers up and down her folds enjoying how she squirmed at the touch. You moved down on the bed next to Billy so you could have a better view and reach. You didn't want to take her from him just yet. You wanted to try her for yourself but you wanted to watch and learn for now.
"You can keep going, please. I won't be in your way. I'd just like to watch you before I try," you said to Billy with a naughty yet bashful grin biting your lower lip hard. He bit his lip to stifle a groan at your words as he went back to licking and sucking on the girl's clit as she moaned.
You opened her legs wider with your free hand and slid a finger inside her pussy leaving her wide open for Billy to devour. She was so warm and wet like liquid silk, you groaned a bit enjoying the feeling of her around your finger. You made sure to be out of Billy's way as you fingered her at a slow pace and brushed Billy's hair back with your free hand. He was really enjoying the both of you pleasuring the girl, soaking in her sweet little noises from the feelings you were both giving her.
"How do I do the thing I love when you finger me? I'm not entirely sure where.." You trailed off moving your finger around like you were looking for a lightswitch or something. Surely he could fit a finger in with your small one?
He chuckled as he moved away a little, sliding a finger inside of her against yours, making her gasp softly.
"Curl your fingers here, like this," he murmured as he felt that sweet spot instantly, the girl letting out a loud moan as he did. He didn't want to take over since you had plans for her so he slipped his finger back out, eyes on your finger inside of her in curiosity and arousal. You mimicked his movements on the spot he found for you and you felt a slight difference of texture but you were amazed he could find it so fast. Probably with a lot of practice. It was an instant reaction from her as she buckled up off the mattress in moans. Your eyebrows shot upwards and you looked at Billy with a surprised smirk. She was much more vocal and quick to respond to your touch than Billy was but maybe it was a female thing because you reacted like her a lot too. Billy was really getting a kick out of watching you with another girl. The way you were so new to this and exploring her curiously.
After a few minutes of you two pleasuring her, you slowly pulled Billy’s head back by his hair in a pleasurable way. He groaned and glanced at you with a quirked brow.
“My turn,” you said excitingly, making a sly grin creep onto his lips. You leaned down and kissed him while running your hand some more in his hair. You pulled your finger off her as you scooted over and took his place between her legs. She looked down at you panting, her pretty cheeks all blushed and you moaned seeing the state of her. You gave her wet folds a tentative lick and looked up at Billy watching you with something like pride in his eyes and it pleased you immensely. You gave her small kitten licks and studied how she reacted to certain things you did. You could taste both her and Billy as you gave her cunt open-mouthed kisses. You slid a finger in then a second one inside her and wondered if you'd be able to make her come.
Billy was really enjoying watching you pleasure the girl but he was done with just watching and not doing. He moved behind you, his hands palming your ass roughly as he admired it, manoeuvring you so your ass was in the air with your legs spread open for him. He leaned down and started fucking your soaked hole with his tongue greedily, moaning as the taste of you exploded on his tongue. You gasped and let out a loud moan at him pleasing you this new way. Your brain stopped processing thoughts for a few and you forgot about the other girl squirming under you. You went back to pleasing her, only this time a little less focused, sloppily. He went at you harder and faster, the sound of your moans mixed with the other girl's sending him into a frenzy. He fed off the pleasure in the room and fisted himself a little to ease the aching in his cock.
You felt the girl clamp down around your fingers and she came loudly. Her pleasure seemed to call your own, the tale tell tingly feeling growing inside you. You helped her through her high and carefully removed your fingers from her. You rested your head on her lower belly now able to fully focus on your own climax building up fast. You closed your small fists around the bedsheets and you pushed back on his face coming with a loud gasp. He almost came when you did, having to stop touching himself as he eased you through it with his tongue and didn't waste a drop of your cum. He wondered if you'd enjoyed making the other girl cum too. After a long lick, he moved away and lay down, anticipation reaching its peak at where things would soon be going. He couldn't wait.
You whined at the loss of his tongue inside you, missing his touch already. You moved up and flopped down on your back next to Billy and her with a lazy smile. You looked at his handsome face, his lips wet with your juices. You leaned over to kiss him and groaned, tasting both you and her on his lips.
"Can we play all night? There’s just so much I wanna do to you two," you purred above his lips, your voice thick with arousal and neediness. He grinned, taking your lower lip between his teeth and tugging on it a little. He felt a little drunk from his desire and no release but he was waiting for the big finale before he came.
"Can play as long as you want, kitten," he drawled against your lips, his hands roaming your skin everywhere he could touch as a primal desire for him ripped through you.
"Headboard, now" you said to Billy with a sudden uncharastically dominance that took you off guard. You felt a flicker of fear at the startling realisation and you froze like a deer in headlights. You didn't understand what happened or why you'd give an order to him of all persons. You opened your mouth as if you wanted to apologize, talk or maybe even whimper, you didn’t really know. Billy's eyebrows shot up, not expecting you to act that way but he'd be a liar if he said it didn't make his dick twitch.
“Please? Sir?” you added submissively this time, a little hesitant and timid at the tone you had used. He chuckled darkly, not even mad about you trying to order him around. How could he be when you were so adorable? He did as you requested, moving to sit against the headboard.
You crawled to his lap and looked up at him as you stroked his painfully hard cock, making him let out a dirty moan at finally feeling some fiction. You kissed him languidly and slowly, moaning into the kiss. You felt the other girl roll over and move next to you to lavish him with attention too. You scooted over and gave the head of his cock a wet kiss. You saw her lick the side of his cock and you stopped stroking it to lick and suck on it instead with her help. His head fell back, hitting the wall with a dull thud as he groaned, a hand in each of your hairs. He couldn't get enough out of all the attention you were both giving him. You both kissed, licked and sucked his dick together like a shared lollipop. Sometimes your tongue and your lips would find hers and you'd indulge in a bit of kissing before going back to sharing him. Billy just sat there and took it. Moaning and arching up a little as he felt his pleasure increasing almost painfully. The louder Billy moaned, the more you and her wrestled for his dick, both wanting to be the one to make him come.
You stopped fighting her and sat back on your heels glaring at her sucking him hungrily. A curious and dark urge filled your mind and you bit your lip, smirking wickedly. The thoughts had you feel something like arousal, like desire. You gripped her hair roughly and pushed her head down. You felt an overwhelming satisfaction at seeing her choke over his dick and you kept her head there for a few more seconds as she started to whimper. Billy's eyes almost rolled back as he gasped, lewd moans spewing from his lips at the feeling and he tried his hardest to not just cum down the girl's pretty little throat.
You yanked her head back off his dick and chuckled darkly at her face.
"Oh? I'm sorry! For a second there I thought you weren't grateful to have his cock down your throat!" You said to her mockingly, enjoying controlling and dominating her. You considered letting go of her hair, your head tilted to one side with a little pout as she coughed and gasped. Billy's eyes widened, lips parting as he looked from you to the girl. He had no idea what the hell had gotten into you but he fucking loved it. You looked up at Billy for his thoughts like you were asking him about the weather and not about you forcing his dick down the girl's windpipe. You were about to open your mouth to spit more venom at her but Billy's stern voice stopped you.
"Now, now, kitten. Be nice. Don't wanna break her before we get to the… big finish," he smirked devilishly, red eyes glinting with arousal and hunger as they darted from you to the girl. His darkness seemed to swirled around you and you smiled, letting go of her hair. He had reminded you what was coming for her in the end and it soothed your possessiveness and bitter jealousy for the girl. You laid down on your back next to him and invited him between your legs by spreading them wide open, caressing your inner thighs. Billy eyes trailed over your body hungrily, his need only stronger since you showed him a peek of your darkness. He hadn't thought you had it in you. A flicker of vicious anger hit you as she took the invite for herself and crawled on top of you. You kissed her back lazily as you kept your attention on Billy appearing behind her.
One hand stroked your leg as the other smoothed up the girl's back softly. He was done waiting now, he was sure his dick might fall off at any second if he didn't get some release. He roughly pushed into the girl with a loud dirty moan, feeling relief sweep through his body at the sensation. The girl whined and moaned, arching back at him and rubbing herself against you at the same time. You were instantly jealous of her, how he picked to fuck her first when your own pussy was not even 3 inches from her. You kept your mouth shut for Billy’s sake, this whole thing was for him after all. It has pleased you, it was great to try new things and new ways to please him too but you were just about done having her around.
Billy grabbed her hips and started pounding into her harshly. Finally feeling friction made him desperate for his climax and his moans bounced off the walls, mixing with hers as he fucked her senseless. His eyes locked onto yours over the girl's shoulder and he gave you a devilish smirk. There was no way in hell she was gonna be the one to get his cum inside her, no way. You looked at Billy with an evil wicked look in your eyes.
"Tell me, did you compel her to let you feed on her?" You asked curiously, running your hands on her shoulders and neck over you. He slowed down his savage pace with the girl but didn't stop and she whined as she pushed back at him.
"Of course I did. Didn't need her cryin' about it and ruinin' the night," he smirked, giving the girl a particularly harsh thrust that made a keening moan leave her lips. He'd compelled the girl to be a docile little lamb and she'd been a good girl. He'd enjoyed her company. It was almost a shame how the night would end for her. Almost.
"Meh...Shame. I'd have loved to see her frightened little hysterical face," you said almost snarling the last word. Billy couldn't help the dark chuckle at your words. Your blatant jealousy amused him but he was enjoying seeing this darker side of you. You gripped at her hair painfully tight and yanked her head to the side, offering her pearly white neck to him mercilessly. Billy's mouth watered as his eyes darted from her very appealing neck to your face, brows raising at how different you were being.
"I think it's time for a midnight snack, sir." You said, already enjoying seeing him snarl behind her. You were so done, her use had officially expired and the coup de grace of the night was coming.
He groaned, your darkness making the beast inside of him purr as he sunk his fangs into the girl's neck. He started drinking from her greedily, her blood making a wave of pure euphoria wash over him and heighten the pleasure he was feeling as he still thrust into her. He could hear her heart rate slow down quickly as he drank her blood fervently, savoring the taste of her. He kept going until her heart stopped, until there was nothing left. He pulled out of her and carelessly shoved her off you. He did it so roughly that her lifeless body rolled off the bed and hit the floor with a thud but he paid it no mind.
You looked back at him kneeling in the middle of the bed and you felt nothing but adoration for him. He was licking his bloody lips clean with a satisfied smug smirk. Although you just saw him feed, drain a girl of all her blood and shrug her off the bed like a lifeless doll, you wanted him. You gave him a wicked smile and he pounced on you, the blood in his system setting him ablaze with feral need as he pushed into you with a loud groan. He forced his fangs to retract so he could kiss you without worrying he'd cut you. His tongue dominated your mouth as he rut into you like a man possessed. You moaned loudly into the hungry and rough kiss. Your hands were all over his body as you caressed and gripped every inch of him. You felt drunk on him, you needed him like you needed air.
“Yes, please. Take me, I’m yours,” you whispered, opening up wider and meeting his thrusts hard.
He rested his forehead on yours as he fucked you, his hand winding around your throat but only applying a small amount of pressure.
"My sweet kitty," he murmured between moans, sounding drunk almost as he lost himself in his haze of pure ecstasy.
You nodded quickly, looking up into his dark red eyes making soft little moans and gasps over and over. You were so close to a second orgasm your legs shook from the intense build up.
"Such a good girl," he moaned, feeling his release creeping up on him. His pace got harder and faster as he chased it desperately, a hand snaking between you to rub your clit to bring you over the edge first. Your nails dug in the skin of his back as you arched up into him. You let a series of moans so loud it hurt your throat, you came like you were falling down a never ending cliff of pleasure. You felt tears of joy leave the corners of your eyes to disappear in your hair.
He gasped, his whole body tensing up before he let out a guttural moan and he came blindingly hard, spilling himself inside of you. He was sure he'd never cum that hard in his life before and his brain stopped working for a whole minute. You looked up at him with pure adoration. You didn't see him as a monster anymore, his red eyes, his fangs, his thirst for blood, it was all part of him. He was your master, your lover, your everything and pleasing him pleased you greatly. Tears left your eyes as he showered you with attention and praises. He looked ecstatic at the night you planned and gave him. You lived for this. You'd bury twenty other girls if it meant making him this happy and proud with you.
He nuzzled your neck, practically purring as he felt calm and sated and very satisfied. You didn't yet go off him just yet, you wanted to be in his arms like this forever, watching him cum and ride the pleasure you gave him.
He pulled out of you, moving to lay beside you as he turned your face to his. He gave you a lazy grin, feeling more than pleased with you and how the night had gone. You'd surprised him a few times and he was starting to wonder if he was rubbing off on you. It amused him.
"You did good, kitten. I'm proud of you," he murmured with a sweet smile, his fingers sliding up your side softly, his fingertips just kissing your skin. You felt your beaming smile fall slightly, remembering how you didn't follow his order earlier that evening. You felt guilty and unworthy of all his praises suddenly.
"I, uh," you said, licking your lips nervously. You could hide it and never mention it but the thought of not coming clean with it made your skin crawl. He glanced at you curiously, hearing your heart beat change and he raised a brow expectantly for you to continue.
"I-I...I misbehaved earlier," you said without explanation. You looked at him from the corner of our eye wondering if you were about to ruin the night.
"You did?" He asked, confused, wondering how he missed something like that.
"I had a sip of whiskey to calm my nerves when you were gone and you had told me to only get one glass," you said, hanging your head down in shame. Billy suppressed a snort, realisation dawning on him. He thought you were talking about something a lot worse.
"I didn't do it to upset you. I did it because I wanted to calm down, to make sure you’d have a great time like I wanted you to and like you did." You added, brushing a fingertip over his skin.
"Will you forgive me?" You asked him looking up with pleading eyes. He made a show of looking like he was thinking it through. He'd already decided not to punish you for that earlier and he'd already known since he'd tasted it and smelt it on you. But it was only a sip and he knew you were nervous so he'd decided to let it go. And right now he was feeling pretty generous after the night he'd had. He didn't much feel like punishing you.
"I will, but don't do it again, okay?" He asked with a firm look, his fingers tracing circles on your hip.
You nodded and hummed in approval, turning over on your belly.
"Maybe just one smack to make sure?" You proposed biting a finger trying to hold off a giggle at the thought of it. It had been forever since he slapped your ass and it had been an interesting experience. He snorted as he raised a brow, amused at how you wanted to be spanked. His hand palmed one of your ass cheeks as he lay there feeling completely serene. He gave it a quick but harsh smack, a lazy smirk toying on his lips. You moaned and a soft gasp left your lips as you rubbed your hips on the mattress. You bit your lower lip and hummed at the purring pleasure waking up once more. You crawled on top of him and gave him a smirk.
"How about another quick one before I go bury our friend?"
A hand reached up and gripped your jaw, pulling you down for a deep kiss.
"Nope," he drawled against your lips with a devilish smirk.
"You're gettin' greedy. Now go clean up the mess," he grinned wickedly. Just because he was in a particularly good mood didn't mean he'd let you forget your place. Your demeanor had changed so much with him in such a short space of time, and while he was enjoying these new sides to you, there was such a thing as you getting too comfortable with him. He wasn't going to let that happen. You were his pet, not his equal. He wasn't going to reinforce behaviour that would make you more demanding.
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Silly little vamp!billy drawings teehee
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*arrives 37 years late to the party* so uhhh 'The Lost Boys' (1987) huh
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Hi.😊 I was rereading chapter 7 of An Altar For Our Sins, and wow! This story itches my soulbond obsession just right! You're so good at that!
I love soulmate/ soulbonding type tropes.
I know they sometimes get tired, so I try to make it.... different in a way.
In Altar for our sins, they're not bonded by fate, but by force, but the bond gets stronger over time.
Werewolf Billy is the soulmate trope in its original form, a bond understood fully, but resistance is based on past trauma.
Alternatively, my dark vampire Billy has some semblance of soulmate-ism too, but that's on a much more selective basis, where vampires can choose and vice versa.
My newest werepanther Billy fic, looks at the bond through different lenses, examining how bond can deepen gradually, instead of suddenly like it does with werewolf Billy.
What makes the trope for me, is the level of understanding one has for the other. It doesn't matter how dark, or how conflicted, what builds the relationship is when they can look at each other, and just... understand.
#ask#💖💖💖#an altar for our sins reviews#an altar for our sins asks#demon!billyrusso#werepanther!billy russo#werewolf! billy russo#vampire!billy
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