#vampire!billy russo
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Nightfall (4)
Vampire! Billy Russo x Female Reader
Part 1// Part 2// Part 3
Warnings: Dubious Consent, smut (18+), mostly dirty talk, some fucked up dynamics where he lets her press a stake to his heart, oral (f receiving), edging, orgasm denial, teasing.
For @stardustmorozov, Nicky I'm sorry but you're gonna yell at me again... and I'm gonna love it.
You sit on his bed, listening to the sound of the shower going.
Your mouth tastes like spearmint, and your hair is still a little damp after your shower despite your attempts at blow drying.
You’re in one of his shirts, having raided his drawers when the duffel bag he’d given you earlier held nothing but sheer lingerie disguised as sleepwear.
Maybe you shouldn’t stay here, so instead you stand, and begin wandering around his apartment.
His bedroom is farthest from the front door, and you step out, roaming down the hallway, and stopping when you see another door.
It’s open, and you peek in to find an office that you promise yourself to explore after.
It’s the only door in the hallway, and the end of it opens up into a large area with a high ceiling. There’s his kitchen to your left, and on the opposite end of the room from where you are, is the living room area. There are no walls here, just windows that show off the glittering lights of the New York skyline at night. You wonder how he’s able to stand the sun, knowing that vampire eyes were hypersensitive to light, and that most of them avoided the sunlight. Only the very old ones, managed to walk in the sun like humans did.
You tuck that snippet of information away for further examination.
You turn to examine the kitchen, scanning the cupboards, surprised to find regular household foods like pasta and rice, wondering if he had bought these items for you, or for other human friends of his.
Another hallway at the other end of the kitchen catches your eye, and you walk slowly, more deep in your own head than you were paying attention to the layout of his apartment.
You find the bedroom you’d first woken up in, all walls and no windows, a place that protects from the light, with its own en suite bathroom. You decide that maybe you can sleep here tonight, away from him and his wretched mouth.
Backtracking, you look at the door for a long moment, before moving forward to examine it.
You reach for the handle, pushing down, you realise it’s locked. You sigh, eyes falling on the latched deadbolt, reaching up to open it, before trying the door handle again.
The door opens this time.
Your stomach twists.
Damn, had it really been that easy the entire time? You study the elevator just a few paces away from the door.
You don’t even think about it, closing the door and snapping the deadbolt shut.
You turn away from the door, and you gasp in fright as you see him standing just a few steps away.
You jerk, back hitting the door as fright slams through you.
You suck in a deep breath, pressing your hand to your chest.
He’s only got a towel wrapped around his hips, his chest and shoulders still glistening with water after his shower.
You stare at each other, a silent showdown of who’s going to speak first.
Billy tilts his head, studying you intently.
“Why didn’t you leave?”
Your brain comes up with the dumbest, most obvious answer possible.
“I’m- not wearing pants.”
The corner of his mouth twitches.
“We could go get some. Would you leave then?”
“No, cause it’s three in the morning and I’m tired.”
He takes a step toward you, a teasing smile on his pretty face. Your eyes trace the lines of his scars as he draws nearer. You relax as he approaches.
“And in the morning?”
He’s so close now, you’re eye level with his dripping wet chest.
“Maybe. If I feel like it.” You whisper, studying the scars on his chest, and then flitting your gaze up to meet his.
He takes a deep breath, bracing one hand beside your head, and then after a moment, uses his other hand to trap you in place.
Except that you don’t feel trapped, all you feel is heated want.
“What if I don’t want you to leave?” He asks, his voice stirs something inside of you, a dangerous feeling, something disastrous in the making.
“You can’t stop me.” You murmur, as his fingers touch the bottom of your chin, gently tilting your head higher.
He smiles then, all fangs and pearly whites on display.
“If only that were true.” He hums, leaning in till his lips brush yours.
You push against his biceps hard, and he moves back just enough so that you’re able to slip away from him.
“Why don’t you go kiss someone else. I’m going to bed.” You grit out, walking in the direction of the spare bedroom.
You don’t get very far, before he’s gripping your wrist tightly to keep you in place. You turn to face him, a look of calm irritation plastered on your face.
“That’s what this is about? The kiss?”
“It’s about nothing. Let me go.” You pull on your arm.
He doesn’t budge.
“You’re jealous?”
“I’m not-” You grunt as you pull on your hand again, “-You’re just pissing me off.”
“You’re the one that called me ‘sick’ and now you’re jealous cause I kissed someone?”
“I’m not fucking jealous-” You gasp as he pins your body to the kitchen counter, your body freezing in shock at the angry expression on his face.
“Don’t. Lie. To. Me.” He grits out, blinking after a second and seemingly calming in the same space of time.
He takes a deep breath before speaking again.
“Don’t forget I can hear every beat of your heart. I can smell your cunt. I already know how wet you are. Don’t think you’re capable of a lie.”
You let out an angry sigh, turning your head away from him.
“Whatever.” you say as harshly as you can.
There’s a moment of silence, where he looks at you, and you make a point not to look at him.
“Alright. I’m gonna fix this.” He says decidedly.
“I could care less- what the fuck are you-” You gasp as he picks you up easily, tossing you over his shoulder.
“Billy what the fuck! Put me the fuck down now you asshole!” You grunt, his shoulder digging near painfully into your hip.
You kick your legs, trying to escape and after a moment you realise that it doesn’t make a difference.
If you really wanted to, you could maybe straighten your body and fight your way out of his grip, but there was an inevitability to his movements. It didn’t matter how long it took, or how difficult it was, Billy was persistent, and he would get what he wanted eventually.
So when your body lands softly on his bed, all you do is look up at him angrily.
“Stay there.” He orders, untucking the towel from his hips and dropping it to the floor. You look up to the ceiling to avoid looking at his nude form. You don't want to give him the satisfaction.
When he turns away, your eyes find him once more, studying the broad expanse of his back, all the way down to his ass.
You clench, grabbing a pillow and dropping it on top of your face to hide your desire. You try your very hardest not to remember the look of him, the feel of his body on yours, his cock-
He tugs the pillow away from your face, and you sigh in annoyance up at him.
You don’t want to look down, but your eyes have almost a mind of their own.
Your eyebrows draw together in confusion when you notice that he’s wearing a fitted pair of grey boxers on his lower half.
When your eyes meet his in confusion, he grins.
He finds his way up to you, hands sliding over your legs, up your calves and to your knees.
"Did you think we were gonna fuck, baby?" He teases, with a tilt of his head.
His hands slide up more, and you're just confused when he reaches under your shirt to tug at your panties.
"We're not fucking tonight, sweetheart, I just wanna talk to you."
Then why the fuck was he taking your panties off?
When he gets the garment off, you watch him close his eyes for a brief second, tilt his head up and take a deep breath.
He was-
"God. You smell good."
His eyes are red when they reconnect with yours.
You don't say anything- you find that you can't. You want him and he knows it.
He grips your thighs, pressing them upward so that your cunt is exposed to him fully.
Your heart is pounding in your chest, you're sure he can hear it. Open and vulnerable as you watch him look at your glistening cunt.
"Pretty. Did you know that?"
You gulp, eyes glued to his form, admiring the look of his arms and the swell of his biceps.
"I want to taste you every day, all the time. You have no idea how hard it is to stop myself from dropping you on the first surface I can find and burying my face in your cunt."
He watches you clench around nothing, the corner of his mouth curling up into a smile.
He releases your legs, letting them drop a little and he looms in above you, pressing your body tightly to his.
Chest to chest, your bare centre pressed right up to the hardness of his clothed cock, there's no space to breathe where he doesn't exist.
He angles his head so that his lips are pressed to your ear.
"I want to lick that pretty little cunt till you pass out, and then wake you up so I can do it all over again." He whispers in your ear, your body tense and on edge from just his words.
"I want to fuck you till you beg me to stop, and even then, I'll still be giving you just one more."
You think you might be ruining the sheets below you with how aroused you were.
"Then do it." You challenge, hoping for some reprieve to the ache inside of you.
His hand moves up slowly, fingers tracing your cheek before covering your mouth firmly.
You make a muffled sound of protest, raising your hands to try and push him away. You hear a quiet laugh, before one of your hands is pinned above your head.
It doesn’t matter, whether you have one hand free or two- you would not be able to get out from under him on your own.
“My poor sweet little huntress,” He hums, your ear vibrating with his low words, “If you want me to fuck you till you cry, you’re going to have to ask nicely. Actually no- you’re going to have to beg.”
Your groan of annoyance is muffled behind his palm. There was no way you were going to beg him for anything.
You feel him smile against your neck, and then you still as you feel his teeth.
He drags his sharp teeth gently over your neck, avoiding the spot where he bit you earlier.
“You’re so helpless under me, isn’t that nice? I can do anything I want to you, and you’d have no power to stop me.”
To prove his point, you feel his tongue swipe over your shoulder, and then purposefully over your bite, sending brief little shivers down your spine, and then he trails his tongue up the column of your neck, and then even further, licking over your cheek as well.
Your body feels like a livewire, vibrating with sheer desire each time he touches you.
You want to grunt out so many things. That he was filthy, that he was just downright fucked up in the head.
That you wanted him to keep going.
“You like that, don’t you? You always have.” He lets out a slow sigh, “You always get so wet when you can’t fight back.”
Fuck you, you wanted to say.
“What if we made this interesting?” He hums, raising his upper body off yours for a second to reach into his bedside drawer.
You’re no longer fully trapped under him, and if you wanted to get out, you could. Instead, you wait curiously to see what he was going to do.
He pulls a stake out of his top drawer.
“You- just have that in there? I could have killed you this whole time?”
“Of course.” He teases pushing the drawer shut, “Now’s your chance.”
Before you can ask what he means, he’s sliding the silver stake into your hand.
What the fuck?
“Now, you can stop me if you really want.” Billy says ominously.
“That’s the most fucked up-” Before you can finish, he’s slapping his hand back over your mouth.
“Don’t care about what you have to say, baby, I’m gonna do what I want to you, and you can stop me if you feel like.”
And then, he starts tugging your shirt up, exposing your stomach.
In retrospect, you don’t have to kill him to make him stop, you could just mortally wound him. One well placed stab near the heart would be enough of a deterrent. You could slip free and be out the door in minutes.
Billy pulls your shirt up higher, exposing your breasts to the open air. Your hand tightens on the stake.
You should do it. You really should.
He groans when his tongue slides wetly over your left nipple. You shudder blissfully.
Your eyes roll back in your head, before fluttering shut. A breath of air leaves your mouth in a rush, fingers hold taut on the warming piece of silver in your hand.
One quick swipe of his tongue on your left breast, then your right. He raises his head.
“Do you want more?” Billy asks.
With your eyes still closed, you shake your head.
“Then stop me.” He says, before his lips wrap around your pebbled nipple.
His short beard scratches along your sensitive breast, he kisses his way up to the spot below your collarbone, white hot sparks splintering over your body everywhere he touches.
You still when you feel his teeth graze your skin.
“Still want me to stop?” He checks in.
No you don’t.
“Yes.”
His teeth press into your skin.
A sharp cry spills out of you, tingles as he breaks skin, followed by a jolt of pain and then heat.
You jerk when he extracts his fangs.
Billy moans when he gets his first mouthful.
You pant, unable to understand how having him drink from you could hurt, and yet feel so blissfully good.
He takes another, and then another.
Was he going to kill you like this? Should you stop him now?
He rolls his hips, rock hard erection just bumping your clit and you gasp.
Fuck, why did every part of him have to feel so good? You could feel your arousal, slippery and messy between your thighs, begging you to give into him, if only for a moment so that he could ease your ache.
Instead, you move your hand, pressing the stake to his shoulder.
From his spot, drinking from your chest, you feel him make a sound of amusement.
You groan, disdain for him building in you, you press the weapon deeper till it breaks his skin.
He pauses, raising his head from your chest, lapping slowly at the trickling droplets of your blood before drawing back.
“Silly girl, didn’t anyone teach you how to kill a vampire?” He asks, grabbing your wrist in an iron grip, and though you try to fight his guidance, he’s too strong, pulling your hand until the stake is pressed to the centre of his chest.
“My heart is right here.” He murmurs softly, and with his hand on yours, he pulls the weapon closer, breaking skin once more.
“Stop.” You say, panic building inside of you, tugging at your hand in hopes that it can slip out from under his. You didn’t want this, you didn’t want to kill him.
You pull hard at your hand, gasping gratefully when you manage to pull away.
You look at him, sharp breaths trying to calm yourself when you get your hand away.
He gives you a soft smile, pulling the stake away from his chest and dropping it on the bed.
You gulp, watching the wound he’d caused heal before your eyes.
“You are,” You breathe, “Absolutely fucking crazy.”
“Maybe,” He agrees with a hum, “But at least you can admit to yourself now, that you want this too.” He leans forward, pressing his lips to yours chastely, “That maybe you actually like me.”
“Not wanting you to die is not the same as-”
“-Oh give me a fucking break.” He grunts, pulling back.
He grips your knees, and before you can figure out what he’s doing- he flips you onto your stomach.
You let out a little grunt, pushing yourself up, but suddenly pressed back down by the weight of his body covering yours.
“You’ve cum on my cock way too many times to be lying to yourself like this.” He hisses.
You turn your head, so that you can see his face in your peripherals.
"You're such an arrogant fuck." You grunt out, your rucked up shirt causing your nipples to press against the bed, the exposure of your body makes you almost quiver with delight.
He leans in, his breath against your ear as you feel his hands gripping your hips.
"Why can't you just admit to yourself that you might want me, hmm?" He hisses lowly in your ear, his breath brushing against your skin, tormenting you.
"That deep down," He continues, pressing his hand between your hips and the bed, "Somewhere in that pretty head and wet cunt," You feel his hand sliding lower, fingers touching the top of your mound, "You want me with you," He kisses your cheek, "Over you, under you, inside you." You feel him take a deep breath, his nose pressed to your neck.
"I want to lick your cunt so often that I can taste you when you're not there. Is that too much to ask for?"
Your head spins, too drunk on him to formulate words.
He makes it even harder, by slipping his hand lower, fingers meeting your wet slit.
He doesn't hesitate, fingers gliding easily down, meeting your clit and you let out a low, shuddering moan as your ache is addressed in the slightest way possible.
You tilt your hips forward, into his hand.
"Billy." You sigh, widening your legs instinctively, anything to encourage him to keep going.
“God, you’re so fucking wet.”
You mewl, nodding your head.
His finger slips gently over your clit, and your breathing pauses, you don't want to do anything that would make him stop giving you this pleasure.
He gives a firm press, and you feel your body shudder, a wave of pure bliss sinking over you.
You say his name again, shifting your body, trying to display your impatience to him.
"Ah ah ah, little girl. Where are your manners? I told you I wanted you to beg."
"Fuck you." You groan angrily.
His finger slips lower, massaging your entrance for a few moments before slipping his finger in.
You gasp, your body going lax at the feel of the pleasure building in you. It’s good. It’s so good and it’s so wrong that he makes you feel like this.
"So fucking tight." He hisses, "That cunt's begging for a stretch."
Focusing on his words are hard with the way his lone finger moves, pumping in and out of you easily, your body desperate for him.
Something goes off in your head, like a gun when he curls his finger, and touches that spot deep inside of you. It pulls a groan from the very depths of your soul. You pant, trying to keep your thinking focused with the way he’s trying to steal it.
"That's it. You like this huh? Like the way I take what I want?" He leans in till his lips are at your ear, "I like it too." You clench around his finger.
"You're a sick fuck." You groan, half your mouth muffled from where your face is pressed to the bed.
"Yeah? Am I? Do you hate me?" He pulls back, and before you can make any sound of protest, two of his fingers are sliding into you.
Fuck, you can feel your body stretching for him. He uses his other hand to grip your jaw, tilting your head up almost painfully so that your face isn’t muffled in the sheets anymore.
"Tell me you hate me." Billy whispers in your ear.
You cry, his fingers beginning to move slowly, spreading you open and forcing you to feel him, to ache for more of him.
His fingers slow when you don’t immediately answer, and you groan internally, assembling the words in your head.
“I- I,” You stutter out, tears dripping from your eyes uncontrollably and pooling around his grip on your jaw, “I h-hate you.”
“Yeah? Poor little girl. Should I stop then? Leave you alone?” He coos, voice condescending in every way possible.
“Nh-” You immediately vocalise, begging him in your head to not stop, but the words can’t seem to come out of your mouth.
He laughs in your ear, understanding what you were about to say without you having to say it.
The pace of his fingers quicken, you hiss, arching your back, feeling your orgasm swiftly approaching. You’ve wanted him since this morning, since he pulled you onto his lap and told you that you were his.
Your body trembles, eyes rolling back in your head, on the brink of release-
-And then his fingers stop.
A cry of despair leaves your lips, and the denial in your body aches, and then hurts even more when he pulls his fingers away, withdrawing his hand from under you. His grip on your jaw loosens, until your face is pressed against the sheets once more.
You raise your head groggily, turning your body onto your side when you feel him lift himself off of you. You catch sight of him sliding his fingers, wet with your denial into his mouth.
You bite down on your bottom lip hard, on the brink of begging for him, pleading with him to make you cum, and then take you in any way he saw fit.
But that’s exactly what he wanted.
So instead, you stay still, trying not to speak, feeling the fire of denial burn through you.
You tug your shirt down, looking at him with angry eyes as he observes you.
“Are you done having your fun?” You ask bitterly.
The corner of his lip twitches.
"You know what to say if you want to cum, baby. Don't act like this isn't your choice."
You feel petulance build up inside of you, anger beyond thought.
"Go fuck yourself." You hiss, moving to slide off the bed.
He grips your hips, hauling you back, until you're on your back, looking angrily up at him.
"What's the rush, sweetness? Don't you want me to clean you up?"
“Clean me?” You repeat in disbelief, sitting up, propping the weight of your torso onto your elbows. Your brain stalling on what that could possibly mean.
His smile is devious, the look of a man that has everything he wants and then some.
He takes his time, shouldering his body in between your thighs, his face so close to your dripping centre that you’re not sure if you have any brain cells left functional
“God.” He murmurs, his breath brushing along your mound as he takes in an unnecessary breath, his eyes immediately locking on to the messy place between your thighs, “You make me feel like the most insane person on the planet.”
“You are the most insane person on the planet.”
He grins, lowering his head slowly, anticipation building inside of you, a simmering heat, a thrumming pulse.
“Love it when you talk dirty to me.” Is the last thing he murmurs before his lips meet your cunt.
You close your eyes, pressing your lips together, begging yourself to not make a sound. He places a gentle kiss to your slit, and then another, before you feel his lips part, and his tongue snake out.
You make a muffled groan behind your clenched teeth as he gets a taste of you.
What starts off gentle, turns slightly rougher as he lays a harsh swipe of his tongue along your pussy, a gasp leaving your lips as you feel Billy begin to slowly lick your cunt.
He’s thorough and unrelenting, his face buried between your thighs, licking at you without a care in the world.
You want to spit every degrading word you can at him, hating the way you know in the back of your head that only he has ever made you feel so good.
“Oh fuck you.” You gasp as his tongue finds your clit easily, a laugh vibrating through your nether regions as he hears you.
You give up trying to resist, reaching to grip the back of his head, hoping to urge him on.
It has the opposite effect, he raises his head, and you whine, a low, pained noise at his torment.
"I'm not clean enough yet," You argue, looking down to meet his scarlet eyes.
You look at each other for a long moment, the heat of unsaid words crackling between you.
You want to beg, you're almost on the brink of it.
"I agree." Is all he says before he lowers his head again.
"Fuck-" You gasp, your back hitting the bed as your arm refuses to support your weight for any longer.
His tongue is too dexterous, licking at your clit, and then dipping down to your entrance. He groans, tongue catching your arousal straight from the source.
Your toes curl, blissful orgasm near, your body tingles with the anticipation of your impending release.
You moan his name, putting every ounce of desperate desire into the one word.
He pulls away right when you're on edge.
The sound that leaves you is pitiful, tears of frustration spill from your eyes as you look up at him.
"I'll give you anything if you let me come."
"You know what I want." He says, licking his lips.
"Besides that," You try to bargain, "I'll blow you again, or I'll let you bite me."
His smile is one of amusement, it makes you feel like a child, begging for something you're not going to get.
"I think we've already established that if I wanted those things, you wouldn't stop me. Even if you could."
You frown, letting out a sharp breath, fully understanding that he would not take pity on you tonight.
"Fine, asshole, I'll do it myself." You grunt, slipping from under him and sitting up with the intention of a shower.
He grips your bicep harshly to stop you. You grit your teeth angrily, unable to look into his eyes.
"If I catch you touching that little cunt- my cunt- without permission. I'll teach what real punishment would be like."
He pulls you closer, till his lips are pressed right to your ear again, your stomach flipping at his proximity.
"I'll tie you to the bed, and edge you till you forget your name. I'll use you like my own personal fleshlight and I'll never let you cum."
You hiss angrily, nether regions throbbing at his words and you tug your arm out of his grip.
"Fuck. You." Is your only reply as you head to the bathroom for the coldest shower possible.
.
After all of that, you sleep in bed beside him.
Because you know him now a little, and you know there's no way he was letting you have your own bed.
You'd gone to sleep on opposite sides of the bed, but you'd woken up in his arms.
"Thought vampires didn't need sleep?" You ask, voice unsteady, having just woken up.
"We don't." He answers, looking down at you.
Your eyes trace his scars, you want to touch them, ask him what happened.
"So why did you lie beside me all night?"
"Because I wanted to." He answers.
Your stomach flips, and you have to look away as you feel blood rush to your face.
"Will you tell me more about this…imprint?" You ask softly.
He makes a little sound of displeasure.
"It's not exactly an imprint- It’s like-" He lets out a low sigh.
"It sounds worse than it actually is, but- ugh- do you know what quantum entanglement is?"
"Do I look like a physicist?" You answer.
He rolls his eyes, a small smile on his face at your snark.
"As simple as I can explain, when two particles are entangled, they remain connected, regardless of distance."
"What entangles them?" You ask.
"Physical interaction, but, with people, it's a lot harder to explain because there's a lot that isn't understood. It can happen with anyone, but not everyone, and at a subconscious level, it has to be accepted by both."
"You're saying I chose this?"
"Some part of you did, yeah, some part of me too, and then, no matter how far I got from you, I could still feel you."
"Feel me?" You press, hoping for him to elaborate.
He raises a hand, his knuckles carefully brush your cheek.
"Like you were always standing in the room with me. Like I wasn't alone."
You blink, trying to figure out if you'd felt the same way. You had so many questions flying through your head and difficulty putting them into words.
“Is there any way to break it?”
You can almost feel the air go frigid between you.
“As far as I understand, nothing breaks the bond except dying.”
Great.
“And what happens if we stay together?”
“I’ve heard different things from different people.” He responds.
“Like what?” You ask, trying to think it through. You remember Ethan had mentioned that there was the prolonging of lives involved.
He closes his eyes, shakes his head.
"I don't want to tell you what I'm not sure about. I have a friend, bonded to a human, maybe you can ask them whenever."
You swallow, nodding, trying not to fret over the possibility of more vampires.
Deep in thought, you blink in surprise when you feel his thumb brush over your cheek again. You look up at him in surprise.
"I have another question, but it's very personal."
"What is it?"
You stall for a moment, studying the look in his eyes, the dark reflectiveness of them, the way you can almost see yourself in his eyes.
"Exactly how old are you?"
It changes the sour mood, the corner of his mouth curling in amusement before he gives you a fanged grin.
"That is a personal question, and maybe I'm not comfortable with answering." He says, tapping the tip of your nose with a slender finger.
You huff.
"Why not?"
"Because I don't want to freak you out, and telling you my age is gonna freak you out."
Maybe he was right, maybe it was better that you didn't know.
You sigh, rolling onto your back to stare up at the ceiling. He gets closer to you, fingers tracing over your cheek and down your neck, only stopping when they reach the healing bite on your shoulder.
Experimentally, he presses his thumb against the wound. You turn your head sharply to look at him, feeling the pain swim through your body but not reacting to it.
“Ow.” You say simply.
“How bad does it hurt?” He asks quietly.
You smack his hand away, sitting up, your back to him.
“Why does it suddenly matter?” You jab, moving to dangle your feet off the side of the bed.
There’s a big silence, he doesn’t answer, and after a moment you’re forced to glance back to make sure he’s still there and hasn’t dissolved into the air because of you.
He’s looking at you, as if he somehow understands something about you that you don’t know about yourself.
“How many times have you been bitten?”
The question brings a laugh to your lips.
“Enough times that I'm used to it.”
“Does it hurt any less each time?”
You turn away, an amused and thoughtful smile rises to your face.
“Every time I get bitten, always hurts like the first time.” You say in finality, leaving the room soon after.
.
Whatever bond he was describing- you didn’t feel it. There was nothing there but a deep seated need to explore him. It was more curiosity than desire.
At least, that’s what you told yourself to feel better.
You’d showered, looking at your reflection in the fogged mirror, trying to think clearly with so much frustration in your system. In the moment, you close your eyes, and recall the first time you’d ever fucked him.
It had been frantic at first, the way he’d used his tongue on you had your body begging for more, and you honestly thought you were going to die after you’d tried to kill him.
You’d put everything into it- savouring him because you wanted to seal yourself into his memory- if he was going to kill you by the end of it.
You’d gone pliant when he'd lined himself up with your entrance, and you can still remember the way your brain spiralled in surprise at the ridiculous amount of pleasure. No one had ever made you feel like that before.
Over and over again, you’d fucked till you could barely hold yourself up, till you’d been sitting on his lap, his hands gripping your hips to do all the work because you couldn’t even lift your head from the crook of his neck.
He’d been quiet, not like the second time, or even last night, when he was so vocal, the only thing you could compare it to was sin itself.
Your lower regions pulse. You can feel the heat between your thighs, begging for him, and the pleasure he gives regardless of how annoying he was.
It’s why you grab the dress at the bottom of the duffel bag to wear, deciding that you didn’t have to beg to get what you wanted.
It was actually a really cute dress, blue, with little printed flowers all over it. Most importantly, it was short, only coming up to mid-thigh, which meant that if you bent over, he’d see the smallest scrap of lace you’d decided to call underwear today.
If he could play games, so would you.
.
He’s making breakfast when you step into the kitchen. It kind of amuses you, that he’s only cooking for you.
“Can I help?” You ask, stepping up beside him at the stove to look down at the omelette he’d been working at.
He glances at you, looks down at the stove, before blinking to look over at you once more.
You watch his jaw stiffen, you resist the urge to bite your lip as you watch his eyes trace down your body.
Oh, what power.
“Butter.” He says, “Fridge.”
You offer him a teasing smile, before turning away.
You bend unnecessarily, feeling your skirt rise up, cool air brushing the back of your thighs.
The butter is on the middle shelf, making your bending completely unnecessary in the first place.
He's not looking at you when you turn around. You're not even sure if he's seen your little display.
He takes the butter from you without a word, and you're very intrigued by the way he cooks, the move of his wrist to flip the omelette.
"Can you get the bread toasted for me?"
How was he doing this? Being so calm and casual with you? Seeing this side of him was so much worse for your sanity than anything else.
"You have bread?" You ask curiously, looking around, but not able to spot any.
"Yeah, here-" He steps away from the stove to reach into one of the overhead cupboards. You glance down at the pan on the stove, to make sure nothing is burning. The deep indentations on the handle of the pan barely catches your eye, and you blink in surprise.
There were deep impressions of his fingers… caused by squeezing too hard.
Maybe he was more affected with your display than he let on.
You fight a satisfied smile, giving him a knowing look when he returns to place the bag of sliced bread into your hands.
"You bought all of this for me?" You tease, "I'm flattered."
He looks hot when he rolls his eyes.
“It’s not like I had much of a choice. I can’t let you starve.”
“Because you like me?” You pry, swaying your shoulders playfully from side to side.
He huffs, using the spatula to flip the finished omelette onto a nearby plate.
Billy doesn’t respond, simply shaking his head without looking at you.
It only urges you on, like a match, sparking as it rubs against coarse paper.
You brace your hands against his kitchen counter, stiffening your arms as you use your toes to push you into an effortless bounce, using the momentum to raise your body, sitting yourself on his counter, facing him.
He doesn’t look, simply preparing the pan for toast.
“Ah,” You tease, parting your thighs subtly, “So you don’t like me then.”
Yet still, he doesn’t respond, calmly observing the bread as it toasts, the smell of it in the air makes your mouth water a little.
But it’s not what you’re hungry for.
“Maybe you only think you like me because of how sweet my blood tastes. Maybe it’s all in your head-”
Your voice goes quiet when he finally pins you with a stern glare.
His movements are decisive, turning the stove off, moving the pan away from the residual heat, and then turning to you.
Goddamn.
You gasp, raising a leg to back away from him while also making an attempt to push him back with your foot, but there’s nowhere for you to go, your head bumps a cupboard door, and that’s all the distraction he needs to grab your ankle.
You let out a little squeak, gasping as he pulls you forward and right up against his body, encouraging your legs to wrap around him.
You open your mouth to speak, to protest, to fight him in an unmeaningful way, but you don’t get the chance as his hand grips the back of your neck, forcing your mouth onto his.
God fucking damn.
Your eyes shut, your body relaxes, and then sings with delight as he delves his tongue past your lips.
You moan into his mouth, unable to fight it, leaning in because it feels so good to have him.
Fuck every part of you that told you this was wrong. You wanted him and nothing would stop you.
You grip his shirt in a tight fist, leaning in, meeting his mouth with an undeniable force. He presses back, and for a moment you feel so blissfully wanted, maybe more than you’d ever been before.
Only when his hand weaves into your hair, his fist tightening to hold your head in place as he leans away, do you remember the taunting remarks that got you here.
Your scalp stings, mouth falling open to gasp in air.
His eyes are dark red, like the blood he drinks to stay alive.
He doesn’t speak, releasing your hair to support your behind as he lifts you off the counter, moving quickly with your body pressed to his.
Your vision shifts too fast for comprehension, and the next thing you can process is lying face down across the marble kitchen island.
He grips the back of your head to keep you there, warm cheek to frigid marble and you stay, refusing to move, wishing that he takes in this moment, everything that you’re willing to give.
He leans over your body, until his mouth is pressed to your ear.
“Do you ever shut up?” Billy hisses, and you have to fight a satisfied smile.
He’s not done ranting, continuing on as if he doesn’t care for your answers.
“I know you just said that to get a rise out of me, but the very idea of me only wanting your for your blood- makes me fucking sick.”
He leans in even more, taking a deep breath in the space of your neck.
“I want all of you, every single piece of you, over and over again until you’re fucking mine.”
He leans away a little.
“Is that what you wanted to hear? Hmm? When you put on this little dress and flashed that cunt at me?”
He moves away even more, and the next thing you feel is him pushing your dress up, his hand pressed securely to the small of your back so that you can’t raise your body.
He's still for a moment, and so are you, burning with anticipation, your cunt getting wetter by the second.
You gasp in surprise when you feel his nose graze the back of your thigh.
You shudder, feeling his breath along your most sensitive areas, your skin tingles as he runs his nose upward, your hands curl into fists beside your head when you feel a small puff of air against your skin.
He’s still for so long that you find your body tense with anticipation, biting down on your bottom lip hard so that you don’t beg him to just put you out of your sordid misery.
You make a small mewling sound of surprise when you feel his tongue lick along the lace gusset of your panties.
He tugs at the scrap of fabric, pulling it away from the tacky seam of your cunt so that he can get a better look, an uninhibited view of your desire.
You want to say his name, so badly that you can feel the resonant sound of it in the back of your throat. Instead, you repeat it in your head.
Billy, Billy, Billy, Billy…
“I can’t believe how fucking messy this cunt gets. All for me.” He says softly, as if you’re not meant to hear but you do anyway.
“Such a fucking shame that you won’t beg. The things I want to do to you, the ways I want to make you cum.”
You squeeze your eyes shut, panting hard against the kitchen counter, your inner walls fluttering, begging.
“Fucking tease.” He breathes out, as he watches more arousal spill from between your thighs.
Billy, please-
Your gasp gets caught in your throat as his tongue licks a wet trail from your clit to your entrance.
“Fuck- didn’t mean to do that but I can’t help it.” Is all he says before his tongue starts licking you slowly.
Your eyes roll back into your head and stays there permanently for a few seconds. The flood of bliss is almost too much for your body to manage.
He grunts, his hands gripping your thighs to spread your legs further apart.
His tongue is forceful as it dances over your clit, and then, after what you assume is a moment of contemplation, you feel his tongue push its way against your entrance.
Your breathing is sharp and shallow, you reach to grip the other edge of the counter, trying to get some leverage to remain sane.
The pleasure is shallow, but your body is hypersensitive with denial, his tongue fucking into you at a reasonable pace is almost enough to have your breath stalling in your throat.
When he finally gets control of himself, his tongue slows, carefully licking you, daring your body to think about orgasm.
After a few more moments, he raises his head, and you breathe a sigh of relief, your body releasing the tension of pleasure, your hands relaxing its grip on the marble countertop.
But you should have known better than to think he was done with you, not satisfied until you know for sure that you’ve lost this interaction.
His hands on your hips, gripping them as he turns you over, pulling you up into a sitting position.
Nose to nose, you look into his eyes with a half-lidded gaze.
“Your blood is nice,” He whispers, hand raising to cup your cheek, “But it’s you I want, huntress. Don’t forget that.”
You sigh, pressing your cheek into his palm and closing your eyes.
“Say it for me. What do I want?” He asks.
You breathe out a huff, an unknown emotion squeezing your throat tightly.
“Me.” You whisper softly, eyes still shut to avoid his gaze.
He doesn’t mind, thumb caressing your cheek.
“Good girl.”
And then he’s gone- right back to toasting bread, as if nothing had ever happened.
It almost drives you insane.
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Happy Halloween!
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I have no idea why but I’m kinda obsessed with the idea of being hunted in a maze lately 🙃 I know you’ve written at least one of these kinds of stories .. or Chelsea has? Anyways, just sharing because I have no one else to tell hahaha.
Lost in You is one of Chelsea’s maze fics (I have a feeling there might be another one but that’s the one I was thinking of when you said maze)
But here’s what I’m thinking….
Twisted Games
Pairing: Vampire!Billy Russo x Fem!Reader
Summary: Billy loves to play games, and with his advantages as a vampire, he always wins.
[Warnings]: soft dark!Billy, vampire!Billy, kidnapping, blood consumption, mentions of death and violence, hypnotism, dub con/non con elements, lots of praise kink, dark!reader twist at the end, vampire master/human relationship
A/N: sorry if this was darker than what you expected, I had a lot of different maze ideas but this one won the majority of my thoughts
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Imagine vampire Billy buying a big country house in the middle of nowhere and hosting a housewarming party for all his friends.
For the entertainment, he kidnaps a selection of humans for them all to hunt down in the maze that sits on his grounds.
Each human has a ribbon tied onto them, with a colour that corresponds with each of the vampire guests.
The blindfold is pulled away from your eyes as Billy explains the game to his friends. Blinking up at him, a shiver runs down your spine as you remember how his eyes had drawn you in, luring you into this mess.
Looking down quickly, you see the deep red ribbon tied neatly around your bare ankle. The same red as the velvet tie he’s wearing. Then you hear one of them remark,
“Of course you’d keep the best one for yourself, Russo.”
Glancing up again, you find them all looking down at you hungrily and fear prickles over your skin.
He explains the rules to you all.
No cheating. If you want to get out, you have to reach the edge of the maze. Once you’re out, none of them are allowed to hurt you. Vampires can team up if they want to, but are not allowed to hurt a human that isn’t theirs.
They give the humans a five minute head start, grinning as they watch you all scramble into the maze.
You stick with a girl around your age who shakily introduces herself as Zoe. She holds tightly onto your hand, flinching at every sound.
Having someone with you helps you to stay strong and focus on getting out, instead of the charming vampire that had lured you here that will soon be descending upon you.
When you spot a gap in the bushes, you move towards it, intending on making a shortcut. Zoe doesn’t move.
“He said to follow the rules,” she protests.
You tug on her arm.
“They’re vampires!” you hiss frantically. “Who knows what they can do to catch us, we need every advantage we can get.”
She shakes her head, tears spilling down her cheeks. Whilst hate the thought of abandoning her, every instinct inside you is telling you to keep moving.
Something is closing in.
She yanks her arm from your hold, shaking her head again and running away. You duck into the gap and walk briskly down the path, taking a quick left then a right.
Zoe’s scream has you freezing in place. There’s a sickening snap and your breathing halts as tears fill your eyes. You’re going to be okay. You’ll be okay. Keep moving. You’ll be okay.
You repeat that mantra over and over in your mind, but the sound of Zoe’s scream had rattled your fraying nerves. Legs shaking, you wander helplessly for what seems like an eternity.
Every now and then you’ll hear cries and screams of pain and fear as the other vampires find their targets. But yours hasn’t yet.
He’s playing with you. You know he is.
It’s only when you run into your fourth dead end in a row, feeling utterly trapped, that you turn around and see him.
He observes your tear stained face and trembling body as your heart rate spikes with fear.
“Oh baby. You’ve worked yourself up into quite a state haven’t you?” he teases with a soft voice that makes you ache for some semblance of comfort, even if he’s mocking you.
As he steps closer, you squeeze your eyes shut. You can’t fight him, or outrun him. Shutting your eyes is the only way you can protect yourself from his hypnotic gaze.
He laughs.
When his fingers curl around your bare forearms, you flinch despite his gentle touch. He shushes you gently and you whimper.
“Easy, baby. I’m not gonna hurt you.”
That almost has you opening your eyes to study his expression and figure out if he’s being genuine. The warmth of his body sends a tingle up your spine as he steps closer.
Dressed in only a small black dress, you hadn’t realised how cold you were running around in the chill of night. His lips brush against your temple as he whispers,
“Not unless you want me to.”
After a moment of silence, as he traces his nose over your hairline, he sighs.
“Can you open your eyes for me, baby?” When you shake your head resolutely he breathes out a small laugh. “No? But I wanna see those gorgeous eyes again.”
“You’re not doing that to me again,” you state firmly, despite how much you’re shaking.
“You didn’t like it?” He almost sounds concerned. Then he nuzzles his face against your cheek, drawing a shudder to the surface of your skin. “You seemed to like it. I know I did.”
“I didn’t,” you whisper weakly, your resolve crumbling already.
“No?” His tone is mocking and you can feel him smirking against your skin. “Cause you were having a horrible night ‘til I turned up.”
Pulling together some courage, you retort,
“Then it got worse.”
“Naughty,” he chastises you, taking your earlobe between his teeth. “Be good for me.”
Exhaling shakily, you press your lips together as another tear slides down your cheek. He captures it with a soft brush of his knuckle.
“You were all on your lonesome. Left by your friends, and none of them even noticed that you didn’t wanna be at that club.”
“Get out of my head,” you plead.
“I’m not in your head, baby. I just know a lost little girl when I see one.”
He feels you tense violently when a distant scream reaches your ears, which encourages him to pull you into his arms and press your face against his chest.
You’re stunned for a long moment, but tentatively wrap your arms around him. Soon you’re clinging to the front of his suit, staining the material with your tears as you whimper.
He pets the back of your head.
“I know baby, I know you’re scared.”
He’s the reason why you’re scared, but he’s also your only source of comfort at the moment. His fingers thread carefully through your hair and the warmth of his body eases some of the tension in your chest as you breathe in his scent.
A clear crisp cologne, fresh flowers and a sweet wine. In contrast, you must smell awful. Sweaty and frighted, mud caking over your feet.
“I can rid of that fear for you, replace it with something nice. Something sweet and soft and mindless,” he suggests.
He presses a delicate kiss to the top of your head, and the warmth of it runs down your neck and through your spine.
“I know you liked it the first time,” he whispers, as if sharing a secret with you.
Cupping the back of your head, he tilts your face up towards him.
“You just gotta open those eyes for me, baby. I’ll make it all okay for you.”
Your eyes flutter open slightly but that’s all it takes. His eyes lock on yours and you immediately struggle away from him, already feeling your self control melting under the weight of his dark eyes.
“No, no please.”
He shushes you, holding you tight in his arms as you push weakly at him. You can’t look away from his eyes.
“Good girl.” He smiles. “That wasn’t so hard now, was it?”
He shakes his head, and you copy him slightly, a dazed quality already entering your gaze. He runs his hands soothingly over your body with an approving hum.
“Gonna taste so much better without all that adrenaline in you.”
You whimper in protest.
“You- you said you wouldn’t hurt me.”
“It ain’t gonna hurt, as long as you’re a good girl and hold still for me,” he explains slowly, as if he’s speaking to a child. “Okay?”
Every second you sink deeper under his control, and you nod weakly without any prior thought of disagreeing with him. He smiles and your stomach flutters at the sight.
Then he tilts your head back slightly before he takes on an authoritative tone,
“I’m gonna drink now, and you’re gonna stay relaxed for me.”
When his fangs sink into the delicate skin of your throat, your vision swims and you cling to him weakly. His groans reach your ears over the ringing there and warmth spreads through your body at the sound of him enjoying himself.
As he pulls away, the sharp air hits you hard and stars sparkle over your vision. Then everything goes dark.
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You wake with your head on Billy’s thigh, his hand smoothing carefully over your hair. The fire crackles softly in the hearth, and it’s warmth glows over your clean skin as you lie on the sofa in his bedroom. Billy must have washed you afterwards.
“Master?” you mumble sleepily, lifting your head slightly to see Billy sitting shirtless beside you. He squeezes the back of your neck gently.
“I’m here, baby.”
“What happened?”
“You passed out,” he informs you before his tone turns scolding, “I told you to eat something before we started playing.”
Slowly, you manage to pull yourself up as you look away sheepishly and admit,
“Was too excited.”
He hums disapprovingly and you pout at the sight of his frown before you breathe out a small apology. Billy’s face softens slightly.
“You did well tonight.” Warmth fills you as you snuggle into his side. “Our guests enjoyed their hunt, and I couldn’t have gotten some of those humans without you.”
His praise has you sighing happily and you drop a line of kisses along his collarbone in appreciation.
“Thank you, Master.”
He presses a kiss against your forehead and you yawn as you nestle yourself against his warm chest. As you begin to drift away into sleep, Billy traces shapes down the length of your bare back. Before you drop off, you manage to mumble,
“Next time, can we play hide and seek?”
He chuckles darkly. Billy never thought he’d find a partner that shares his love of twisted games, but you never fail to please him.
“Of course we can.”
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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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Hello, it's me
For your 2k celebration, you don't mind if I request a vampire! Billy russo X Vampire ! reader
Something similar to your All you can eat drabble but it's a meet cute with Siren! Natasha Romanoff which evolves into a three way
Btw, congrats again on your 2k followers, you deserve it 😘😘💐💐
Hello, darling! This is months late, but I still wanted to give you your request. This is a thank you to you for being a wonderful Tumblr friend and for being a kind person altogether. Thank you, love. ❤️ I hope you don't mind that I took a few liberties.
Pairing: Vampire!Billy Russo x Vampire!Reader x Natasha Romanoff
Warnings: 18+ ONLY.
Word Count: 1K+ (drabble)
Do not copy, translate, or repost.
Natasha Romanoff's body was tense and wound tight like a predator ready to strike. One hand was dug inside her small purse, subtly holding the gun to not draw suspicion to herself in the crowded party. Her steps were light and her movements fluid as her eyes locked on her target. One special bullet to the head and her mission would be complete. She pulled the safety off the gun and slowly began to draw it out, waiting for the exact opening she needed to execute her plan.
Just before she could fully whip out her gun, her path was blocked by a sunny smiling face of someone she did not know. You beamed at her as you held out one of the champagne flutes in your hands and forced her to take it, causing her to let go of her grip on the gun.
"Darling, I've been looking all over for you," you chirped.
You leaned in to place a lingering kiss on her cheek, just beside her ear in a display that was far too intimate even if you were acquainted. It was a good thing that her better instincts and the shock of your beautiful face so close to her own told her not to recoil as she heard you speak lowly, just below a whisper and hardly even audible.
"Play along unless you want to die here."
The warning sent the alarm bells ringing in her mind as you retreated, that same cheery smile on your face. You wound your arm around her waist and began guiding her away from her target, turning back to one of the guards that Natasha had surprisingly missed.
"She's with me, David. Please don't ruin my meal. You know I hate that," you teased the big burly man who gave you an understanding nod and tucked his weapon back in place. More noticeably, he retracted his fangs. Natasha followed you away without another word, only speaking when you were halfway across the room.
"Let go of me, bloodsucker" she snarled under her breath, knowing full well from your cold touch and your familiarity with the guard what kind you were. It was a miracle that she could actually still think clearly with how your intoxicating scent was wrapping around her with how close you were.
"That was a stupid move you were about to make."
"Don't pretend like you're trying to help me."
"Believe it or not I am," you said, stopping beside a tall man with dark hair and even darker eyes dressed in a suit that fit him to perfection. He was handsome, devilishly so, and he exuded such a magnetic confidence.
He smiled affectionately at you and bent down to kiss you soundly on the lips. Natasha noted that you were obviously together. There was a hunger in the man's eyes as he gazed down at you, one that you reciprocated. You were a gorgeous couple to look at and clearly enamored with each other. There was an inexplicable urge within Natasha to be part of that affection. The warmth in his eyes switched to a cocky twinkle as he turned to Natasha.
"And who do we have here?" he drawled.
"This is the pretty idiot who was about to shoot the big boss in a room full of hyper alert vampires."
"Bad timing," he tutted, pulling Natasha closer to him by the waist. She stared at him with narrowed eyes and was getting ready to strike him. "Go with it. The guards are still watching."
You stepped in closer to them, forming a tight little circle of inappropriately wandering hands and seeking lips. It was perfect to keep your conversation private within a party that was in full swing. Natasha shivered as you kissed her neck, nipping gently on her earlobe as Billy's hands dropped to grope at one ass each.
"Silver bullets aren't going to work on him," you whispered, your hand coming up to squeeze her full breasts and humming your appreciation. "Decapitation and burning. That's the only way."
Natasha's eyebrow raised in suspicion. "Why are you telling me this?"
"Let's just say we've grown tired of his leadership," Billy said as he slipped his hand beneath Natasha's dress. She stiffened but you could feel her nipples perk and you could practically taste her arousal. Her body was obviously liking the attention. Who wouldn't? Two beautiful creatures, elite even by vampire standards.
"We want him dead too so we're going to help you, darling," you said, your hand joining Billy’s beneath her skirt.
You smirked at the dampness of her lace panties, spreading it around as you drew teasing circles on her clit. She gasped when Billy speared two long fingers into her cunt, the tall man chuckling as he felt her walls suck him in. Natasha was confused, a war going on in her head between her mission and letting herself give in to the delicious pleasure you were both subjecting her to.
Was she really going to accept the help from a couple of vampires? Was she really going to let them have her like this?
Yes. The answer was yes.
Because this was personal to Natasha. Killing their boss was a personal mission to her, a line crossed off her ledger, a vendetta resolved, and vengeance fulfilled. She was fully prepared to die here today if it meant killing the bastard. She was willing to risk it all and a night of debauchery with you both didn’t seem like a difficult compromise. So, yes. The answer was an easy yes.
“What’s in it for you?” she asked, still naturally suspicious.
Billy removed his fingers from her cunt, held them up to show how much slick it was covered in, and fed them to you. You sucked leisurely, moaning at the taste as you kept your eyes locked with Natasha’s. Your tongue swirled around Billy’s fingers until you had licked them clean, wiping the corner of your mouth and smirking. The look in your eyes simultaneously aroused and terrified Natasha.
“Fun. We get to have some fun.”
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A/N: By the way this spiraled me into a one shot. Same cast. Much darker plot. All the smut. 😏
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Since it's coming up, what would Vamp!Tony and Centaur!Bucky get their lovelies for Valentines day? And how would that night go? 👀
Hello it's August now.
Vamp!Tony goes all out. He doesn't take the phrase Valentine's Day to mean just the day. You've got like a week of romantic worshipping coming for you. Lots of lavish meals, rare fruits and delicacies you could only dream of. So so so many massages. You walk around practically floating for a whole damn week.
And god the fucking feeding he does. It's so tender and sweet. Bites you can barely feel but are so erotic as he licks and sucks and kisses your precious skin. The grip of his hands on your hips, your neck, your back that leaves bruises but are worth it when you get to feel Tony indulge for once.
Centaur!Bucky is a simp, we all know this. He makes sure Valentine's Day is celebrated on the day. He's a traditionalist that way. He does the classics- roses(of your favourite flower), chocolate covered strawberries, he's had dinner reservations booked for two months at this fancy bistro you mentioned once that you wanted to try. Bucky is a CLASSIC ROMANTIC.
You, however, are a slut. A nice and easy slut. You break out the risque lingerie that makes you question your sanity. The taste of Bucky never leaves your mouth. Those flower? You send him naughty pictures of the petals artfully covering yourself. Those strawberries? You may take a video of you sucking the chocolate off one, but save the rest with every intention of making Bucky feed them to you. That fancy bistro Bucky booked for you? It's been added to your list go to restaurants because it's just big enough for Bucky to tongue fuck you in.
It's about balance. 😂
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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.”
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spooky you say? what about Vampire!Billy?!
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Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, Sex, Dark! Billy, death, blood drinking
Dark Vampire! Billy x Fem! Reader
Hunger
"Is it gonna hurt?" You slur, already blissed out from the pleasure Billy has given you, your body trembling with the want for more.
"No, baby. Lay back for me and I'll make it so good." Billy purrs, dark eyes flashing red in the dim light from outside of his bedroom window.
The city glimmers below you, the two of you stories above the ground in Billy's penthouse. You've been dating Billy for a few weeks now, but you'd never let him drink from you before. But tonight he'd taken you nice and slow on the silk sheets of his bed and you'd made a choice, the need to let him take from you in a different way growing into a steady ache until you'd asked him.
Billy had obliged with ravenous eyes trained on you and now you're here, spread under him, chest heaving as he licks a line up your throat. You tilt your head to the side as Billy growls softly, landing the first prick on your skin with his canines. You gasp, and Billy shushes you softly before digging in harder.
You moan as the venom seeps into your body, breath catching as Billy drains your blood little by little. You moan fully now, hands reaching for his hair as your body arches. You're hitting your peak before you even realize what's happening. Billy laughs into your skin, a deep, gravely sound that has you clenching in response. When he pulls away, his eyes are wide and scarlet, and you can feel his hard length pressed into the space between your legs. When you roll your hips into his, already wanting just a little more from him tonight, he pulls away roughly, licking his lips.
"You're gonna give me one more." He commands, and you nod as quickly as you can in your state.
The venom still runs through you, heightening the sensations of she cool air of the room, the sheets, Billy's skin on yours. It all builds until you're letting out soft little whines and Billy shushes you again, planting a soft kiss on your pliant mouth.
"Come back." You whine, reaching for him weakly.
"I'm here. Spread 'em, angel." Billy orders softly, taking a thigh in each hand.
You let him guide your legs apart, gasping at the cool air that brushes your exposed pussy. Billy settle between your legs and dives right in, making out with your pussy like he won't get the chance to again. He laves at your folds and sucks your clit between his lips until you're on the verge of screaming, and then he lets up, mouth moving to your inner thigh, fangs exposed to take another bite.
You try to say his name, try to tell him how good it feels to be his, to have this but all you can manage is a few broken cries as Billy's teeth sink into your soft flesh and his venom overtakes you again. This time his fingers circle your clit as he sucks, and you cum almost instantly, bursting at the seams and letting out a feral growl that would rival Billy's own.
When he's done with you all words are lost, the only thought in your mind his name. When you can finally open your eyes again he's there, smiling down at you, a smear of your blood across his bottom lip.
"Hey." He says.
You moan quietly. His grin widens, sharp teeth on display as the skin around his eyes crinkles. Billy leans close, speaking to you.
"See how happy you are here? How good I can make you feel?"
"Yes..." you breathe out.
"Yeah. So you're not going anywhere, angel."
"Hmm?" You mumble, not following.
"You're staying with me forever."
"'Kay." You smile, liking the idea of being Billy's girlfriend for a long time.
Maybe you'll marry him someday, move in to the penthouse suite you love so much.
"Good girl." Billy praises, before he sinks his teeth into your throat once more.
It's too much, too much pleasure, a little painful, and you squeak out a small sound, not sure what to ask for. He's drinking your blood so fast, and you're so tired, but the hit of venom you take is pulsing in your veins, warm and blissful. What if you just stay here? Let the pleasure overtake you? It's harder to see now, harder to hear, but you know Billy's there, close, taking care of you.
Soon enough something is pressing to your lips, something thick and metallic seeps onto your tongue and you try to cough, to choke but it's no use. You swallow what you're given, too far gone to realize you're dying. The last thing you hear is Billy, his gentle voice reaching out for you in the stretch of darkness covering your senses.
"...Over soon. So good baby, so good."
When you wake up you're hungrier than you've ever been.
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Blood and Ink
A/N: For all my male readers! Also this is my first slightly smutty piece so hopefully it’s alright! Also this is inspired by a similar piece written by @marvelmusing who’s work i absolutely adore and also @becauseicantthinkwritings for their monster billy works. I absolutely adore both of these authors and they’re both big inspirations of mine. Hope you enjoy :)
Title: Blood and Ink
Song: Masquerade
Pairings: Billy Russo x TransMasc!Vampire!Reader
Warnings/Extra Info: TransMasc!Reader, Masc Compliments, Sexual Undertones, Cockwarming Non-Explicit Sex Scenes, Implied Age Gap, Mean!Billy kinda, Sub/Dom Undertones, Aftercare, Reader and Billy get caught, Mention of Billy’s childhood, Blood Drinking, Typical Vamp Shit™️
Word Count:
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“Look at me baby boy, tell me what you want”
You were straddling Billy Russo in his office as you rolled his hips against his crotch. Each time it happened eliciting a groan from the older man in front of you. You and Billy had met while he was doing undercover work in a feeding club, some local vampires were working with the Kitchen Irish and his team were working on taking them down.
“Need you Billy, need a taste”
Your whines were pathetic as you kept rocking against him, grasping for any friction you could get. When Billy first flirted with you, you were terrified that you didn’t pass and when he took you to bed the same night, it was an awkward conversation coming out to him. At first you thought you ruined the mood, but he has delved right in praising you not once slipping up.
“What do you wanna taste little one? Use your words”
At this stage he was just taunting you. It was meant to be a simple affair, you had picked up lunch from his favourite cafe and dropped it off. How you ended up in your boxers with your binder exposed you had no idea. Billy pressed his lips to you neck, leaving a trail of kisses and bite mark. As he chose a spot he started nibbling in your neck. Trying to bite hard enough to draw blood. Once he did, you felt the skin split and the adrenaline rushed through your veins. With a needy scream his name erupted from his lips.
“Handsome little vampire boy needs to learn to feed from a human? How pathetic is that?”
His words sent a warmth to your core and for a brief moment you climbed onto his table. You palmed his erection through his pants and went quick to work unbuckling them. You pulled his pants along with his boxers down to his ankles before taking your residence back on his lap. Burying him to the hilt inside of you. A needy groan escaped from Billy’s lips and you covered the noises with your own lips.
“Don’t wanna hurt you Billy”
Words a harsh whisper but you knew he heard you. His dark eyes met yours and you studied your reflection in them. You were lost in euphoria as your rocked your hips with him still inside of you, but you still wanted to know why he chose you. A guy like Billy could have anyone he wanted but he looked at you, he kept you around.
“Just don’t call me pretty and don’t bite my left shoulder. Please baby, need you claim me. Need to be yours”
You’d never seen Billy so submissive, he’d normally take on the dominant role even outside of bedroom actives. He loved to look after and praise you, showering you in attention. Your eyes met with Billy’s not leaving them as you unbuttoned his short. His tie had already been long forgotten when you first started the make out session. Smoothing your hand over the right half of his neck you mapped out where you wanted to bite. It was no secret Billy was a handsome guy and after three months into dating you wanted to make him yours. To claim him. Pressing a firm kissed to his lips, you worked your way down to the first spot. Licking it over a few times before extending your fangs and taking blood from it. Billy had let out an erotic moan as you continued. Licking over the wound quickly before choose a spot right near it.
The office was filled with Billy’s whines and pleads. His short stained with small droplets of blood. The two of you were so lost in the ecstasy you didn’t notice the door open and Frank walk in.
“Just wanted to leave you these, sorry for the timing Bill”
You pulled your mouth away from Billy, turning around with blood stained lips to meet Frank’s eyes. His cheeks were flushed red and so were Billy’s. There was awkward tension between the two and you took to hiding in the crook of Billy’s neck. What you didn’t see was Frank giving Billy a thumbs up on his way out, proud of his best friends achievements.
You climbed off Billy, cleaning you both up before hopping up on his desk. You didn’t button his shirt just yet, taking a moment to admire your work. A goofy smile crossed your face knowing you had just claimed Billy as your own and any other vampires who were attracted to him would turn away at the sight of the claim. You felt like a school boy with a silly little crush on the older, way hotter popular kid.
“Guess I better go through this paper work, you want to stay or go home?”
Your eyes widened at his suggestion. He had lost a shit ton of blood and was almost definitely going to crash. Violently shaking your head, you pulled him up from his seat and collected his things. As you walked out of his office you heard him complaining, telling you he needed to be there and that he was the boss.
“Billy you need to rest. Your body is running on adrenaline due to blood loss and you’re going to crash. I’m taking you home and we’re also getting take out. No ifs or buts”
Billy opened his mouth, attempting to protest but you shot him a playful glare and he closed it. As you reached his car you reached for the keys from his pocket. His Wraith was his prized possession and he had never let anyone else drive it. Until now, although he wasn’t really letting you so much as you were ‘stealing’ from him.
As you reached the Mcdonald’s drive through near his apartment, you placed your order. Water, a few bottles of orange juice, his favourite burger and of course a dark chocolate muffin for the iron. As he sat in the passenger seat you passed him a box of orange juice and watched him take a sip. You smiled at the sight of this big tough Marine drinking a juice box and made a mental picture.
Pulling into his buildings parking lot, you grabbed the food and went around to Billy’s side to open the car door. You reached out your hand and he grabbed it hesitantly. He had a sad look in his eyes and if you looked for them, you could see tears forming. Holding his hand as you found the elevator. While waiting to get to the top floor for his pent house apartment, he had placed his head on to of yours. Rubbing into your hair.
Entering the apartment you walked over to the lounge room, placing the food and drinks on the coffee table that sat in front of the luxury couch. You’d only been in his apartment a few times, mostly for sex and you’d be gone the next morning, not sticking around. However as your relationship progressed he started spending more time at your apartment, stating it felt homely. You couldn’t find yourself disagreeing and maybe you were biased but so what?
“Alright, I’m home. Got food and water you can go now”
His statement was snappy and short. Almost as if he wanted you to go. You looked at him with sad eyes as he sat in the couch and grabbed a bottle of water. He struggled to open it and you went over, taking a seat next to him. You gestured for the bottle and he handed it to you, ashamed. As you opened it for him you smiled warmly, wanting him to know you weren’t judging.
“I’m serious, I’ve gone through worse alone before. You don’t need to baby me”
His words cut you deep. Not at one stage did you see this as babying him and you hadn’t occurred it may have come across that way. Reaching a hand up to his face you stroked his face gently, bringing his forehead down so you could kiss it.
“If you think I’m babying you I can stop, but something tells me you don’t wanna be alone”
Billy’s hands started trembling and the water bottle he was holding fell to the ground. He stood up, screaming out a string of ‘sorrys’. You had never seen him like this and it scared you. Making your way to the kitchen, you grabbed a tea towel and found you way back to clean up the spill. Billy was standing, frozen and mumbling about how he was a mistake.
“Billy, baby sit down. It’s okay, it was a mistake”
Hesitantly he sat down and you moved over to him. Peeling the his office clothes off, leaving him in his boxers. You went to his bedroom, dumping them clothes in the hamper and finding some comfier clothes. Billy was way more organised than you which made it easy to find some lounge shorts and a sweater. The shorts he had stolen from you and you smiled to yourself. You looked down at your own clothes, some bamboo pyjama pants that looked like day pants and some random graphic tee you had thrifted. Shrugging, you decided it was good enough and walked out to Billy. As you helped him get dressed he started crying. Mumbling incoherently about something.
“My mum abandoned me when I was a baby. She was a meth head and left me outside a fire station”
He finally calmed down enough to talk and as he did, he curled into your lap. Placing his head in between his legs and grabbing your arm to wrap around him. You placed the remotes down, pausing your mission to watch something. Eyes travelling down to Billy, giving him your attention. He continued his story, opening up to you for the first time.
“They sent me to a group home. Bounced around between different families but none of ‘em ever fucking loved me enough to adopt me. There was this guy who used to come to the home. He’d play stickball and hoops with us, we all though he was awesome. I loved stickball as a kid. Though I was gonna be the next Joe Dimaggio. When I was 10, he cornered me, told me I was pretty. When a grown man tells you you’re pretty nothing good comes next. He tried to touch me, so I swung the bat at him. Got a few good strikes in as well. Well it didn’t turn out well and he broke my rotator cuff. Lost my love for stick ball after that and I hated him for it. I couldn’t even say anything, no one fucking believed me. I was alone and I got through that. I’ve always been alone, then there was Frankie and the Castles. Took me in as their own. Then I saw you in that club, you looked so gently. Sipping on your stupid fucking Bloody Mary while you had that silly grin on your face. I didn’t wanna talk to you first, it was a mission. The club was a mission, but you came over with your stupid nerdy pick up lines and I knew I wanted you. Not just as a hookup but forever”
Silently tears fell from your eyes and you pulled Billy into you. Rubbing up and down his arms, something he did to you when stressed.
“I’m here baby, forever and for eternity. I’ll always be your baby boy and you’ll be my little bat. Now let’s get some food in you and watch something. What do you want on?”
You leaned over, grabbing the bag of food and handing it to Billy. You had let it cool down as he had this weird thing for liking his take out cold. Taking a handful of fries he looked up at you, a glint of mischief in his eyes.
“The Hotel Transylvania movies! All four of ‘em”
You let out a snort at the prospect and went to find them. Billy, being the rich prick he is has every streaming service so it wasn’t hard to find what you needed. When you found the first movie you put it on and laid back, Billy sitting up so he could eat. You couldn’t think of a better way to spend your time.
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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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Nightfall (3)
Vampire! Billy Russo x Female Reader
Part 1 // Part 2
Warnings: Bickering, spanking, biting, consumption of blood, oral (M receiving), implication of dark themes (such as the buying/selling of humans for blood), reader goes undercover as Billy's 'pet'.
A/N: Overall, the themes are a little darker than I tend to write. I'll try my best to be as honest as possible with the warnings.
You shove him back, hand wrapping around his throat as if you could ever conceive of doing any real damage to him. His expression is blank, eyes pinned calmly on you.
"You filthy fucking bloodsucker." You hiss out through your teeth, contemplating the actions it would take to bury a stake into his heart.
"Keep talking. Makes me hard." He sneers.
You almost consider spitting in his face. He'd had the nerve to describe exactly how he'd buried his hand into Ethan's chest not a minute after you'd driven away from him last night.
"He was my friend." You grit out, hand tightening on the column of his throat, you reach for the dull knife on the coffee table beside you, bringing it up to his neck.
"Planning to tickle me with that?" He taunts as you shove him further back, until your full weight is propped onto the hand pressed around his neck, your thigh pressed right between his, forcing you to straddle his leg.
Unbelievably, you feel his hand grip your hips, holding you securely in place as if he wants you as close to him as possible.
"I can do some real damage with this." You warn, voice low and enraged, trailing the knife slowly down the column of his throat, "Don't you know dull knives hurt more?"
His lips part, his chest drops a little as if the breath in his lungs has escaped him.
"The only thing hurting me," he whispers, "Is that you're not naked."
You take the time to press the tip of the dull knife into his skin. It would take a lot more force to puncture his neck, but doing so meant you could shred his throat easily. You wonder if that would even slow him down.
Your mouth curls in disgust, pulling away from him and sliding off his body quickly. You ignore the little wet spot your cunt has left behind on his pants, still being dressed in just his shirt.
There’s a tense moment of silence, the smell of delicious chinese food in the air- he’d ordered it for you while you were asleep so that there would be food available for you not long after waking. You’d only been a few bites in when you’d asked about the last time he’d fed, and he’d revealed to you what you’d already known was true, that he’d left Ethan’s body in a dumpster, missing a heart.
“You’re sick.” You whisper, facing away from him. Ethan had been trained alongside you, saved your life just as much as you’d saved his, and Billy had killed him because he’d dared to touch you.
You feel Billy behind you now, not worrying to think about how fast he’d just moved.
You huff when you feel his hands glide over either side of your hips, fingers twitching as he holds you firm.
You try your hardest to hate it, to feel disgusted by his cold hands on you, but all you feel is flutters, in your chest, your stomach, and somewhere lower.
“From the minute I put my hands on you, I knew you were mine.” He says. You squeeze your eyes shut, mentally rejecting the words.
“I know you can feel it, the way I do when I’m not near you,” he continues, drawing closer till his voice is just in your ear, “Like there’s no air in the room, unless you’re here.”
“You’re deranged.” You gasp out, feeling his hands tighten on your hips.
“You call that boy your friend, but you forget that I saw the whole thing. You didn’t want him touching you, and he did anyway. Is that not a good enough reason to tear his heart out of his chest?”
“He touched me. Not you. It was my situation to handle.” You retort.
He’s silent for a long moment.
“You’re right. I let my anger get the best of me.”
“Thank you.”
He pulls you back suddenly, till you’re pressed against his front securely, his nose running gently against your neck, one of his hands rise to tug your shirt collar down, till his face is pressed to the scar of his bite on your shoulder.
“Don’t mishear me. I’m not saying I’m sorry. Believe it or not, but I’ve been in that position, and I guarantee you, that if it’s not you, it’s someone else.”
You feel him kiss your scar, tingles spreading over your body. You’re deep in your own thoughts, thinking about his words.
“You’ve been in that position?” You echo his words, mind fuzzy with his attention.
“Mhm,” He hums, open mouthed kisses roaming your neck, “Wasn’t as strong as you either. It’s why I’ll always stand up for those who can’t stand up for themselves.”
You suck in a deep breath.
“But you’re a vampire.”
He spins you around, arms gripping your shoulder, eyebrows pulled together.
“You’re still thinking like that?” He utters in disbelief.
“Well, you haven’t really given me anything else to work with.”
He huffs, taking your hands in his and pulling you back to the couch.
“Okay, come, let me explain.”
You follow easily, and when you try to sit beside him, he eagerly pulls you into his lap. You huff, rolling your eyes as you try not to grind your wet centre against his thigh. He watches you, as if he can hear every thought.
“Believe it or not, vampires are very much like people. There are good, and there are bad.”
When you open your mouth to voice your opinion, he grabs the back of your head quickly, pulling you into him to lay a scalding kiss against your lips. His body might be cool to the touch, but he makes you sizzle anyway.
Heavens, he kisses like sin, plump lips owning whatever parts of yourself were still unclaimed, now his fully.
“Why don’t you let me finish, and then you can ask your questions.” He suggests, forehead pressed to yours.
A smarter side of you would argue, protesting his need to feed you what was most likely a lie.
You swallow, nodding your head hesitantly, feeling your body heat up with the memory of the things he'd done to you last night.
You look away from him, trying to get your thoughts together.
"We don't have to, I can always just lay you back right here and lick you to my heart's content."
You groan, clenching around nothing, acutely aware that being this close to him is making your head spin.
"Shut up and talk, Billy." You say with a pained hint in your voice.
He raises his eyebrows, his lips pulling into a slow grin. Thankfully he doesn't comment on your contrasting words.
"Okay, so as I was saying, from a moral perspective, vampires aren't that much different compared to humans. Realistically, if we killed someone every time we fed, more people would know about us."
"That's still a parasitic existence."
"The next time you interrupt I'm going to spank you."
You groan, clenching around nothing for a second time.
He explains it to you like you're a child, carefully arguing that the creatures of the night weren't all monsters, that they were a still budding society trying to figure out the logistics of existing.
"You sound like children." You interject.
Billy doesn't hesitate to draw his hand back and slap your thigh, watching you hiss in pain, that then quietly bleeds into pleasure, to your embarrassment.
"For most of human history, the number of vampires have only been in the hundreds. Now, we might have hit only a couple of thousand. The number of people that humans have killed vastly outweighs the number of vampires that exist and you still want to accuse us? Can't you see that the way you've been taught to think about us is flawed?"
You huff.
"Why is it so important that I believe what you say?" You ask, and it earns you another loud smack to the curve of your ass. You shut your eyes for a moment to fight the urge to rut your hips on his thigh.
"I'm trying to show you who the real monsters are. The ones that hide in the shadows and pull the strings, the ones that sell their own kind to the highest bidder of ours. These are people you should be hunting, little girl, not the fledglings that want to dance in clubs and feed from unsuspecting humans."
You open your eyes, blinking at him.
"You're saying there's something bigger at play?"
His hand comes down on your other asscheek. He grins when you glare at him.
"Yes. Your organisation trained you to kill the first vampire you see, making us all out to be monsters, but it's just not that simple. I can show the real monsters if you want, and let you-"
He cuts off, and after a second, he grins at you.
You look at him quizzically.
"You're so wet, I can feel it soaking through my jeans."
A low groan of annoyance leaves you, and you raise your hips, in an attempt to get off of him.
He’s not having it, gripping your hips firmly and pulling you back onto his thigh. When you struggle, his arms wrap around you, bringing you even closer, one hand settling low on your back, and then tugging your shirt up to grip your ass tightly. He holds you in place till you find that you are unable to even move an inch.
You study him intently as heat flushes through your system, eyes tracing the scars that line his face.
His eyes are dark, decisive, your eyes flit down to his lips, the sweet curve of them making your tongue feel heavy in your mouth. The shape of his beard urging you to rub yourself against him, the memory of his mouth between your thighs coming to mind.
You let out a slow breath.
“As I was saying, I can show you the real monsters,” He says softly, the air growing charged between you, “And let you decide what you want for yourself.”
You could barely remember why you were even fighting him, the magnetism of his form was too strong for you to resist.
“I’ll think about it.” You whisper, tilting your head to the side, and leaning into him slowly.
At the very last moment before your lips touch, you pause.
“Wait.” You whisper, pulling back.
You feel his hands tighten around you.
“What?” He bites out, lips parted so you can see just the smallest hint of his fangs.
You try to ignore his snippy attitude, and resist rolling your eyes lest it get you into more trouble.
“The thing you said… about choosing mates? What’s that about?”
You watch his lips part, to take a slow breath in.
“It’s something vampires do. Sort of, like an imprint- a voluntary imprint.”
You blink at him, horror washing through your body.
“You- imprinted on me… willingly?” You try to draw away from him, and he resists your movement, hand tightening on your bare ass subtly.
It brings you back to where you are, half naked on his lap.
“Yes.” He grits out, “When I first tasted you, I claimed you as mine.”
You fight him harder now, pushing against his chest.
“Claimed me? Don’t I get a choice?”
Billy huffs.
“You came up to me in that club- or don’t you remember?” He says, and you can see the clear anger in his features.
“You didn’t even know me!” You protest, finally getting enough leverage to wiggle out of his lap and to a stand on shaky legs.
He grits his teeth, tilting his head and watching you move away from him.
“The imprint might be voluntary, but it doesn’t work unless we’re compatible.”
“You’re sick.” You respond quickly, not even thinking.
He closes his eyes slowly, rolls his neck. You worry for a moment that his need for you has just expired.
Would he kill you? If he didn’t get what he wanted from you?
You swallow, eyeing him steadily.
He stands, walking past you without a second glance.
“Eat. I’ll take you hunting tonight.”
“Wh- what if I want to leave?” You ask softly.
He stops at the doorway, looks down before turning his head to the side. You study the scar on his cheek.
“They’ll kill you if they catch you, just to get to me. And if they hurt you, I’ll scatter their body parts across the state.”
You gulp at the imagery.
.
It was more irritating to you that he was giving you space.
He’d gone from keeping you in his arms, to not touching you at all and it made you seethe with all the hatred you had for him.
You hadn’t left- because you knew your organisation, and you knew Billy was right. They’d try to kill you the second they found you, if only to prove a point. Especially now that you knew for sure that Ethan was dead.
You pause while applying your mascara, sucking in a deep breath. Someone had dropped off a small duffel bag of supplies for you at the door, and Billy had slid it into your hands, telling you to get ready, you’d be going out in an hour.
He’s checking his watch when you emerge from the bathroom, dressed in jeans that fit you surprisingly well and a baby pink crop top.
His eyes scour your frame, face stoic as he makes his assessment.
“Ready?” He asks.
You only nod.
.
The heat of the club was familiar to you, an abundance of bodies so close together in one small space, moving under the soft neon lights.
You’re following his large frame, trying to keep an eye on the olive shirt wrapped around his shoulders, fighting each dirty thought about him that crosses your mind.
He’d looked good, to your annoyance, and you were wondering how long it would take for him to touch you again.
The answer was not very long at all, because when the crowd gets too dense, he reaches behind, extending a hand for you to take.
His hand is rough in yours, cool to the touch, undead and owning it and you feel your heartbeat kick up at the casual way his hand grips yours.
You didn’t like him, definitely not.
You weren’t too distracted by him to notice some of the other vampires in the club. You catch them in your peripheral vision, eyeing you both up, no doubt your scent packing a metaphorical punch to anyone with an advanced sense of smell.
"Easy baby," Billy whispers into your ear, fully knowing that anyone could be listening in on your conversation, his hand smoothing over your shoulder and down to the small of your back.
"We'll have our fun soon enough." He continues, his voice in your ear sending sharp waves of want down your spine.
If he notices your response to him, he doesn't show it, simply guiding you to an open seat at a secluded booth in the club.
He'd briefed you in the car on the way here, explaining that the objective was to be invited into the back rooms where the questionable conversations happened. All he’d been hoping for, was an idea of where the location for the next big meeting might be.
“The real shady conversations don’t happen in nightclubs, they happen in the back rooms of libraries or secluded five star restaurants that cater to our specific… diet.” Billy had explained.
That had made your stomach twist into knots at the idea that there really was something worse at play, made you want to do anything possible to put a dent in it.
He sits at the booth, and like you’d discussed in the car, you sit quietly beside him, body stirring with thoughts of what he’d said he’d do next.
“I’ll put you on my lap, I need them to think you’re my pretty pet. They’ll do anything to try to convince me to share you.”
When he pats his thigh, you do what you know he wants you to. You move slowly, crawling into his lap, straddling his hips.
It brings you face to face with him, and there’s something of a silent conversation going on between you.
Though his hands are on you, gripping your body tightly, and very inappropriately for anyone to see, there’s a distance to the expression on his face that stings.
You study his scars, his eyes closing when your noses brush.
You think about the imprint he’d confessed to. You wonder what it really meant, that maybe you weren’t at his mercy as much as you’d initially thought.
After a moment, you roll your hips against his, body igniting when you manage to feel hints of his thick erection through your layers of clothing.
He pins you with his red eyes.
It sends ripples of pleasure through you.
You didn’t know what you wanted, not even sure if it was him, with his sharp jawline and thick hair, and the scars that sit on his face, someone’s attempt at making him less beautiful gone awry.
All you knew, that in this moment, you were searching for a higher purpose, a reason for being in your current position that wasn’t just because of him. Because what kind of person would that make you? If you genuinely enjoyed being with him after the things he’s done?
After a long moment of looking into each other’s eyes, he takes a deep breath, gripping the back of your neck to bring you closer so that his lips brush your ear.
“I can smell how wet you are. Is that all for me?”
He’d know if you were lying anyway.
“Yes,” you whisper, “I need you.”
He hums, the sound goes down, all the way to your aching clit.
“If only you’d worn a skirt,” Billy continues, “I could have had my cock inside you from the minute we sat down.”
You don’t suppress your reaction, sighing in need, clenching hard around nothing.
Although this was just a performance, you realise it’s not so hard to actually act.
You pull back a little, so you can look down at his mouth. You clench again at the memory of sitting on his face.
His fingers tighten on the back of your neck, warning you that someone is approaching, your debauched act finally prompting someone to come near.
“Pardon me,” The feminine voice says- a vampire you realise- and you resist looking over at her, “but I couldn’t help but overhear your problem, and would like to extend an invitation to our basement lounge to you.”
Billy pauses, seeming to ponder her words, you attempt to ‘encourage’ him by leaning in to place kisses on the smooth column of his neck.
You feel his hand tighten on the back of your own neck imperceptibly.
“Private rooms?” He asks.
You both already know the answer before she says it.
“Not completely, but more private than this.” She says, no doubt pointing out the wide open area of the dancefloor where anyone could see the both of you.
“I’m not sure if I’m interested.” Billy responds, making sure he doesn’t look too eager to follow her.
You keep kissing his neck, running your tongue up to his earlobe before continuing your kisses, feeling the vibration as the woman slides in beside Billy.
You pause for a second, looking over at the woman, makeup done perfectly, brunette hair falling gracefully as she moves, before Billy turns your head away, a silent urge that as his pet, his conversation was none of your business.
He’d warned you about it before, that people would speak about you like you weren’t there and playing along was necessary. You could do that, you’d played hundreds of roles before when hunting, this was just another character.
The character you were playing right now, was an empty, aching little hole. Someone eager and willing to go along with anything her partner says as long as it made him happy and got her ache satiated at the end of the night. You’d pulled inspiration from your own life for this role.
“She smells so sweet.” The woman says, to Billy in a soft voice, “Surely you don’t want to enjoy her here out in the open where you can get interrupted.”
“And I’m sure that following you is going to have a price of its own.” Billy murmurs, and you squirm on his lap a little to give off an air of impatience.
Despite your aversion to him, you’re forced to admit to yourself that you enjoy sitting in his lap. This role of needy girl coming naturally to you, because you wanted, and you wanted and you wanted him to give.
“Honestly, I’d love a little taste.” The woman confesses.
“Hear that, pet?” Billy hums, fingers sliding into your hair to pull your head back so that your eyes meet his, “This one wants a taste. What do you think?”
You think she’d look nice with a stake buried in her chest.
You flutter your eyes, giving him the look of eager obedience.
“Whatever you want, sir.” You mumble.
Billy’s dark eyes give nothing away.
“Perhaps I can share a mouthful with you, but on my terms.” He says, and you smile as he continues to look into your eyes.
He’d also warned you that he might have to bite you at some point. He promised he wouldn’t let anyone else.
You trusted him. You could see it in his eyes, that maybe the idea of letting someone else touch you had been out of the question from the very start.
“We have a deal.” The woman says, standing easily, and waiting for Billy to follow.
You’re wobbly on your legs, too drunk on your own lust for him, the way he holds your hand, silently pulling you along.
You almost forget the real reason you were here, lost in wondering how he would take care of you later tonight if you’d let him.
On the way down, the woman introduces herself as Petra, Billy gives his name, and no one even mentions you. It makes you a little irritated, that you were being treated as that much of an object, but it didn’t really surprise you. They were vampires after all.
You don’t ask where you’re going, following easily, memorising every hallway and door, making a mental map in your head.
She guides you down a flight of stairs, so narrow that Billy’s shoulders brush the sides of either wall. At the bottom, is a short hallway that stops at an iron door.
Three sharp knocks, and the door cracks open.
You can feel the pulse of the music, emphasised by the lighting in the room, it’s like a dull thrumming, echoing the need inside of you, much slower and more erotic than whatever is playing in the club upstairs.
Inside is like a large cavern, the walls give off an impression of being somewhere underground, with rough rock walls and lighting fixtures jutting out.
The room is filled with secluded booths, sheer drapes to hide the bodies within, the low light accentuating the writhing figures of people dancing inside, no doubt putting on a show for their partners.
“Nice place.” Billy says, he doesn’t scan the area like you do, using senses beyond your comprehension to make his observations. He gives six squeezes to your hand- one per vampire in the room.
Six, if you had to fight your way out, things would be a little complicated.
Billy slides into the booth easily, his fingers still laced with yours, guiding you. When he sits, you settle beside him. Almost instantly, his hands are on your hips, pulling you onto his lap, making you straddle him.
You look down, feeling a little vulnerable in this position, arousal settling warmly in the spot between your legs.
“She smells divine,” Petra hums, interrupting your debauched thoughts, sitting in the booth at a respectful distance away, “You promised me a taste.” She reminds him.
“Of course.” Billy says, but when she inches toward you, he raises his hand to stop her from moving any closer.
His hand smooths over the top of your head, your eyelids fluttering at his attempt to calm you, he grips your chin gently, tilting your head to the side.
You close your eyes, your neck tingles, your mind preparing itself for the pain of it.
There’s no fear, just acceptance. You’re almost eager, from the last time he promised he’d bite you.
He takes a deep breath at the crook of your neck, hands wandering to your backside to keep you still.
You try to relax your body as much as possible, knowing that resistance made it hurt more.
His tongue glides over your neck, and then his fangs press against your skin.
Billy somehow manages to find a way to be gentle about it, he presses in fast, keeping steady as his fangs penetrate your neck.
Delight floods your system for a moment, sparking through your body from where his mouth is latched to your neck. You can’t help the small hum of surprise that leaves your throat. Surely, bites weren’t supposed to feel this good?
It pinches next, and then it stings. You close your eyes and breathe through it, experiencing the pain, letting it move through every cell of your body.
Then, the throbbing begins.
Your neck pulses, as if your body’s suddenly noticed that it’s been breached, and is trying to process the intrusion.
You whimper in pain when he raises his head, freeing his teeth from your skin, the most painful part in your opinion.
His mouth remains latched to your neck, you feel him take one big mouthful of your blood, and swallows. His grip tightens on your ass and you can only imagine what you taste like to him. He only pulls away after he takes a second mouthful.
You watch, peeking through your closed eyelids, as he beckons Petra closer, his fingers under her chin as he seals his mouth to hers.
Something ugly rears its head inside of you. An anger that wasn’t there before, burning as you watch their lips lock, as he shares your blood with her.
She moans into his mouth, pressing forward, and you watch, with blood trickling from your open wound, as she glides her tongue into his mouth.
All you can feel is hate. When he finally pulls away after what felt like hours of watching them kiss, she chases his mouth, but he braces one arm on her shoulder to stop her.
You couldn’t figure out why you were so upset, it wasn’t like… like you wanted him. Right?
“I need more.” She says, leaning in, now red eyes flitting to you, and to the blood dripping slowly from your neck.
Billy keeps her at bay, glancing at you for a moment.
“Pet,” he says easily, moving his hand off your ass and fishing in his pocket for a hankerchief to present to you, “Why don’t you put some pressure on that for me.” He inclines his head at your wound.
You nod, taking the soft white material, and pressing down to stop the bleeding.
“Please,” Petra begs again, “She’s delicious, you need to bring her to an auction we’re having next week. You have no idea how much she’s worth.”
His eyes are dark when he glances at you, seemingly deep in thought.
“I really could use some more blood, I can’t feed from her all the time.”
She jumps at Billy’s admittance.
“Exactly, you could get ten bodies with the amount of cash you’d get for her.”
When she leans in further, Billy’s hand drifts to wrap itself around her throat.
You can see that she’s too taken with your blood to focus properly, her eyes are glued to your neck despite the hold Billy has her in.
“Where is this auction?” Billy hums, with a tilt of his head. When she doesn’t immediately respond, trying to fight to keep the secret for as long as possible, you entice her by pulling the piece of fabric off your wound.
You’ve long since stopped bleeding, but the cloth has enough of your blood on it to loosen her lips easily.
She speaks the time and place in a very soft breath, that not even you can hear, all you can see from the corner of your eyes are her lips moving, and after a moment, Billy nods in understanding.
“I’ll think about it. Now leave. You promised me privacy and you’ve already had your taste.” He pushes her away, releasing the grip on her throat.
She catches herself as she falls back, and with a sour look, she backs off, leaving you alone with each other.
Did you have to kiss her? You immediately want to ask, but with the knowledge that anyone can hear your conversation, you can only roll your eyes at him, and lean away.
You know that technically, you’re supposed to be locked into an intimate embrace with him, but you can’t bear the thought of kissing him after watching him kiss someone else.
You needed to find a way to make this believable on your own terms, and you also didn’t want to actually fuck him either. You’d had enough of being vulnerable for the night.
Without thinking too much about it, you reach for the button on his jeans.
His hands reach to stop you, a silent exchange passing between you. He raises his eyebrows in a 'What are you doing?' type of way.
You both knew, beyond a shadow of a doubt that you couldn’t very well just leave after getting the information you wanted, it would look too suspicious. Something had to be done, and this is what you’d decided on.
You bite down on your bottom lip, deep in thought, watching his eyes drift down to your mouth, and when you reach to undo his pants again, he doesn’t stop you.
You shuffle back, tugging at his jeans and working his boxers down until his cock is exposed to you.
He's almost at full mast, and his indecent exposure and the implications of that succeeds in bringing him to full hardness.
You feel something twist inside of you, a pleasure racing through your body at just the sight of him.
You wanted to do this, for yourself as much as for him.
Shuffling back, you keep your eyes on his, slipping easily onto your knees between his parted legs.
When your knees hit the ground, you watch his eyes flash red momentarily.
There’s nothing to be said between you. You can’t convey to him that you’re only doing this because any of the alternatives mean opening up to him, and that’s the last thing you feel like doing right now.
Right now, all you want to do is take from him.
So instead, you lean forward, and wrap your lips around the head of his cock.
His cock is so fucking good you have to fight the moans that rise so easily within you.
Your eyes flutter shut, leaning forward even more, tongue roaming over his tip.
You hear a sharp intake of breath, and you reward the sound by taking him deeper.
It feels so right to have him in your mouth, heavy against your tongue, the head of his cock is smooth, and you're intrigued by the sensation.
You reach for his hand, the one that's got a death grip on the soft cushion beside your head. He releases the couch on your insistence, and you encourage his hand to grip the back of your head.
He grunts out what you think is an expletive, and you pause, raising your head to look at him.
His eyes are dark, the scars on his face look downright devilish in the low light, and you want him to use you for his pleasure, so that you don’t have to feel bad about wanting.
You can tell he’s hesitant, for the very first time you see him pause in his pursuit of you, dark eyes unsure, that is, until you begin to lick gently at his tip.
Teasing him with small touches of your tongue, you watch the darkness grow and grow in his eyes, until he finally takes control- gripping the back of your head harshly.
Your mouth falls open at the sensation, obedient to whatever he wills. You move easily as he pulls your mouth back onto his cock.
He takes it slow at first, guiding the movement of your head up and down on his cock, pushing you down a little deeper each time.
You suck a little- because for all the control he has- you’re in charge here.
“That’s a good girl.” He hums lowly, guiding your head. You hum in response.
It feels good to give him this, feel him filling your mouth so rhythmically, your cunt weeping for the attention he gives your mouth.
You push farther than his hands guide, taking him to the back of your throat. Your body isn’t prepared for the intrusion, and resists, forcing you to pull away with a gasp.
Tears in your eyes, you look up at him in apology.
His lips are parted, licking at his bottom lip, he grips your hair harshly, and pulls your head up.
You grunt, scalp tingling for a moment as he pulls your body taut between his legs, leaning down until his lips are pressed to your ear.
“You have no fucking idea what I want to do to you, little girl.” He whispers in your ear.
You swallow, cunt squeezing around nothing.
You wanted to hate him.
You wanted him to use you however he wanted.
You don’t say anything, and when he pulls back to look at you, you make sure he can see the fire in your eyes.
All he does is smirk, and pull your head back down to his cock.
This time, he’s rougher with his motions, guiding your head faster, till your jaw begins to ache but you refuse to give up, wanting to taste his cum, the way he tasted your blood, to have a part of him, just like he had a part of you.
His hands tighten in your hair, a warning, you suck rhythmically, using your tongue to stroke the underside of his cock.
You hear his breath catch, before he’s pushing you down on his cock. You squeeze your eyes shut as he fills your mouth with salty cum, his cock pulsing against your tongue, and you do your best to take everything he has to give.
You don’t swallow immediately, pulling your head off of his cock, you look up at him, parting your lips and sticking your tongue out to show him the evidence of his release.
His eyes flash red as he watches you swallow his cum, appreciating the salty taste of him, before opening your mouth again to show him that it’s all gone.
You breathe deeply, gazing at each other for a long moment. His hand slips from the back of your head, cups your cheek gently.
“I can smell how wet you are. Let’s go home. The things I want to do to you I can’t do here.” Billy says softly, and you nod, getting out of his way so that he can stand and tuck his cock back into his pants.
When he’s done, he extends a hand to you, which you take easily, rising to a stand.
When he leans in to kiss you, you turn your head to the side to avoid his lips, still upset at seeing him kiss another.
He pulls away, a stony expression on his face as he guides you out of the secluded booth.
You grab the handkerchief with your blood on it, tucking it into your back pocket, making sure there’s no evidence of your blood left behind.
Billy nods at Petra on his way out of the room, and you keep your eyes fixed to the floor like the pet you’re supposed to be.
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Blood Is Thicker
Pairing: Vampire!Aleksander M & Vampire!Billy R & Vampire!Logan D x Fem!Reader
Summary: As Aleksander’s lover, you’re always eager to meet with the two other members of his rather unconventional coven.
Warnings [18+]: smut (everything in this fic has been discussed and consented to beforehand), the boys call each other brother but they are in no way related, biting, reader’s blood is consumed a lot, typical vampire vibes, soft dom!Aleksander, oral (fem receiving), fingering, foursome kinda, pain kink, praise kink, bondage, knife kink, hint of subspace, minor blood kink? reference to somnophilia, soft aftercare
(That is most definitely the longest warnings list I have ever made, and I’m kinda impressed by it)
A/N: this is my ‘official’ halloween fic, so happy Halloween and I hope you guys enjoy this (I’ve tagged a lot of people in this since it includes the majority of my character scope atm, please don’t feel the need to interact if the content in this isn’t for you)
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“There’s our little buffet,” Billy remarks as you enter the room, hand in hand with Aleksander. As always, Billy’s words have your stomach flipping in anticipation, and your cheeks warm as the duo lay their eyes on you.
“Hi Billy.” You say shyly, before glancing over at the figure leaning against the mantelpiece and giving him a small nod. “Logan.”
Aleksander’s mother was a particularly powerful witch, who hadn’t wanted her son to go through eternity alone. Using magic unknown to any of you, she had managed to locate her son’s doppelgängers.
Billy had been a soldier fighting in the civil war, charming every lady he came across and delighting in the violence he was allowed in the name of his cause. Logan had been her most recent find, a party-loving socialite from 1920s New York, disowned by his family for his wild nature.
Aleksander's doppelgängers both had vampire blood in them, meaning that they were originally human, but once they reached maturity - around the age of thirty Aleksander had explained to you - they grew into their vampire tendencies.
Despite their differences, the three of them are almost always of the same mind, especially when it comes to you. You had been surprised that Aleksander had shown any interest in you when you first met. The fact that his brothers were also enamored by you was even more of a surprise. Whilst their features are nearly identical, their mannerisms and appearances make it easy to tell them all apart.
They might all be the same height, but Aleksander seems the tallest. Perhaps because he’s the oldest. He’s the mature brother, solid and dependable. Serious, but he has the natural ease of someone who has lived through centuries. Aleksander has the confidence of someone who knows himself.
Billy holds himself straight, like a soldier, but his muscles are lean and poised, making him look the most agile of the three. His hair is always slicked back, not a strand out of place. Out of all of them, Billy is the one who puts the most thought into his appearance. Every cautionary tale that warns you about the seduction of vampires is proven right by Billy Russo.
Logan appears the most relaxed. Hair always ruffled, and clothing askew, he’s lively and up for absolutely anything. Whilst his cocky attitude might have some people believing the worst of him, Logan is still getting a grasp on the events of the last century or so. He’s eager for everything his new life can give him.
Aleksander narrows his eyes slightly as Logan takes a drink of whatever liquid sits in the crystal glass in his hand. By the scent alone, Aleksander will have identified whatever expensive vintage the younger vampire has brought up from the cellar. Even with his new taste for blood, it appears Logan hasn’t loss his love of alcohol.
“Pretty dress, darlin.” Billy says lowly as he stands up from the armchair next to the fireplace. The firelight flickers over his features as he buttons up the front of his suit jacket. The three of them fix their attention on you, no doubt imagining how your dress will be in tatters before long. Your thighs shift against one another and Billy smirks.
Logan hums his approval as his face dips down into the general vicinity of your throat, inhaling deeply.
“And you smell fucking delicious, sweet thing.”
Billy’s smirk darkens as he remarks teasingly,
“Hope you’ve been taking all your vitamins lately, gotta keep that sweet blood healthy and all.” Aleksander’s arm curls firmly around your waist, pulling you back against his chest.
“Of course she has. Moya milaya is as good a girl as they come.”
Logan grins, taking another drink before he responds,
“Don’t we know it.”
Blood flushes to your cheeks, and the two of them shift slightly. You can see Billy’s shoulders lifting as he inhales the scent of your blush, and Logan grips tightly onto his glass. Aleksander smiles as he nuzzles his face against your cheek, and you can feel his pride at you being able to pull such a reaction from them both.
“Now if you’ll excuse us, gentlemen. We have a table to set.” Both of their eyes darken at the prospect of dinner, and you suppress the urge to bite your lip. Billy catches your gaze, and the corner of his mouth lifts,
“See you soon, darlin.”
-
Aleksander very rarely uses the dining hall. During mealtimes the two of you prefer to use whatever small table you can find in whichever room you are in at the time. There is a countless number to choose from, as Aleksander’s mansion verges into castle status in your opinion.
A crisp white tablecloth has been thrown over the length of the long narrow table, covering the dark wood beneath it. It’s only once you reach the end of the table that you let go of Aleksander’s hand and sit down on the edge of the fabric clad wood.
Aleksander steps to one side of the room, opening the drawer of a cabinet and pulling out a bundle of thick black ribbon. Once he returns to you, he stands between your parted legs, the ribbon discarded onto the table in favour of cupping your face in his hands.
“You’re certain about this?” He asks in a low voice, and you nod.
“We’ve done this before.” You remind him.
Last year had been the first time the three brothers had shared you, and you were excited to do it again despite the tingle of nerves in your stomach. He nods faintly as he brushes his nose over your cheek.
“Regardless. If you want to stop, at any point, you need only say the word. None of us wish to force you into anything.”
“I know.” You assure him, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “I’d tell you to stop, I promise.”
At the sound of your promise, he pulls back and warmth floods down your body at the sight of him towering over you. The ribbon curls elegantly around his fingers as he surveys your reaction.
“Just like we practiced?” He prompts, and you nod eagerly.
With a gentle nudge, Aleksander guides you into lying down with your back flush against the table.
He wraps the ribbon around your calf, before bending your knee to fold your leg up. He allows a little slack as he ties it to your thigh, the dark fabric feeling both soft and firm at the same time. He loops another piece around your folded limb, tightening it, before he reaches down to the table leg and ties the end of the ribbon to the furniture.
He does the same to your other leg. With his heightened sense of smell, Aleksander is constantly aware of your blood flow, and ensures that none of his bindings restrict your circulation in any way. This wasn’t the first time you had been tied up by him, but you hadn’t been tied up the previous time you spent the night with the three vampire brothers. You had got the idea from an illustration in a book you had found in Aleksander’s study, detailing the ritual feeding of a coven.
Once both of your legs are bound, your heels planted on the tablecloth, with legs folded and spread open, you attempt to test the ribbon. Aleksander’s knots are always perfect, and you fail to do anything other than shift your hips slightly. You can't close your legs, the only movement you're allowed is to stretch them even further open.
“Comfortable?” You hum and nod. “Good girl.” He praises, pressing a kiss to your thigh which has you squirming against the hold of the ribbon. “Arms as well?”
His eyes darken at the sight of you, a pretty eager thing, half bound already, offering your wrists up to him. He can smell the blood pounding under your skin, and he leans forward to press his lips against the pulse point in each of your wrists. The scent of your arousal thickens in the air, and he growls lowly.
“So beautiful.” He whispers, wrapping more ribbon around your wrist and tying the end down to another table leg.
His eyes meet yours, and the monster howls inside him at the demure look in your eyes as you wait for him to corrupt you. Aleksander kisses you hungrily, his mouth hot and wet as he plunges his tongue between your lips. With your free hand you grasp onto a fistful of his hair, urging him closer, and relishing in the final movement you will be allowed for tonight.
His fingers curl firmly around your wrist, as his teeth graze over your lower lip in warning. You shiver as his hold tightens on you. The look you give him is so adoring he almost wonders if his control had somehow slipped, compelling you into loving him so much even with his fingers digging into your soft skin.
Aleksander presses a tender kiss to your wrist, and binds it in the same manner as the other before tying it down to another table leg.
Arms and legs spread wide, the skirt of your dress has ridden up, revealing your lack of underwear. You had picked out a pretty flowing dress of a very light pink with a short skirt that almost looked like a night dress. Not usually your style but the thought of looking so innocent while these vampires debauched you was far too appealing.
Aleksander kisses you again, deeply, and you can do nothing but accept his kiss with your entire body bound and helpless to resist him.
When he pulls away his eyes are alive with delight as he watches your chest heave in an attempt to gain back the air he had stolen from you. He steps away to pull at one of the bell strings, the one that will ring in the parlour where Billy and Logan are waiting.
Anticipation tingles over your skin, and the heat of your bare pussy burns, slick with need.
The door opens, and the two brothers pause as they enter. You can lift your head up to see them, but it puts a strain on your neck. Billy smirks darkly once he sees you, and Logan’s face breaks into a delighted grin.
“Youngest goes first.” He states eagerly and Billy turns to him with an offended frown.
“Since when?”
“Since always.”
Billy looks as if he’s about to argue, until Aleksander’s voice cuts between them both decidedly with a pointed reminder.
“We have all night.”
Aleksander pulls a chair out and sits down, resting his forearms on the table beside your head. He brushes a stray hair from your face tenderly, and your eyes flutter closed.
Billy selects a sharp, thin knife from the assortment of cutlery at the side of the room, before he sits down on your right-hand side, directly opposite Aleksander. Which leaves the head of the table for Logan, and he grins as he takes the seat that gives a perfect view of the mess between your thighs.
The three vampires exchange several looks between themselves, and you can't read any of their expressions, even as they appear to come to some sort of decision. Aleksander takes hold of your chin, his mouth meeting yours as you hear Billy and Logan moving. A pair of hands grasp at your hips as Logan leans over you, and Billy tugs on your clothed nipples. You whine into Aleksander's mouth as the onslaught of sensations threaten to consume you.
There's a tearing sound and your skin tingles with a burning warmth. Then the chill of the air meets your flushed skin, and you realise your dress has been torn completely from your body. There's a dark glint in Aleksander's eyes and the corner of his mouth quirks lightly as he releases your chin.
Cold metal brushes over your rib cage, and you turn to look at Billy with wide eyes.
Aleksander's rules had been created for your own safety, and to curb his protective nature. Only Aleksander was allowed to bite you. The other two could drink from you through less intimate means, such as sucking from shallow cuts. Aleksander was the only one allowed to kiss your lips or touch your neck. Aside from those areas, your body is theirs to enjoy.
You nod when Billy raises a questioning brow at you, and his smirk widens as he presses the knife against your skin. Pain blooms from the cut, in the form of a sharp sting that has you inhaling sharply. At that moment, Logan leans forward and licks a harsh stripe over your pussy. The edge of his tongue catches over your clit, and you cry out as Billy sucks at the blood blooming from your side. All the while, Aleksander watches you succumb to pleasure, occasionally gifting you soft kisses of encouragement.
Out of the three of them, Logan's facial hair is the longest, and it scraps against your skin as he mouths at your pussy. With Aleksander's expert binding, you can do nothing but sink into whatever pleasure he can grant you.
Billy removes his lips from your skin, allowing blood to trail from the cut. He smooths his hand over your side, and you breathe out a startled sigh at the jolt of pain. Then he's grasping at your breasts, his fingers sticky and red with your blood. You moan loudly, your heart pounding wildly in your chest as Logan curls his tongue, pushing it inside you to lap at your wetness.
Aleksander nuzzles his nose against your neck, pressing a kiss to the spot underneath your ear that has you shuddering. Your hands curl into fists, nails biting into your palms.
“I know you're close, milaya. Let go for us.” He murmurs. Tilting your head back, you hit your climax hard, spilling onto Logan's tongue with a cry. He continues to lap at the mess between your thighs, moving further away from your clit as you whine at the sensitivity.
Aleksander seizes a fistful of your hair, and you tip your head aside, bearing the length your neck to him. He mouths a series of kisses over your skin.
When Logan lifts his head up, you can see the smirk on his face, the lower half shimmering wet with your slick.
“Wanna switch?” Billy asks his brother, to which Logan shrugs with an easy grin,
“Sure.”
They swap places, and soon Billy's dark eyes are staring down at you from between your legs. Logan's lips are still sticky from your pussy as he presses a line of kisses from the cut on your side up to your breasts. Billy spends a moment tracing the handle of the knife through your soaked folds. You gasp at the sting of cold metal against your hot pussy. He spins the knife expertly in his hand, and you clench around nothing at his casual display of control.
He pushes the blade against your thigh, creating a small nick for him to drink from, before he hands the knife to Logan. Your stomach flips at the seamless way they communicate with one another - without any words.
You barely feel any pain from your thigh, and shudder at the sight of a dark red rivulet trailing its way down your skin. Billy laps it up quickly, his tongue scraping over your thigh as he pushes a finger inside you. A broken moan falls from your lips, and all three of them share an eager smile. He holds his finger still inside you, allowing you some respite as Logan slides the knife along the underside of your breast.
Aleksander takes the knife as Logan's mouth laves at the cut, ensuring that no one will accidentally get stabbed as things progress. His hand still in your hair, he presses a kiss to your forehead as Billy begins to thrust his finger inside you. It isn't long before another finger joins it, and you're crying out pleas as his fingers curl against the spot that has you staring wide eyed down at the two of them.
Logan's teeth nip lightly at your nipples, and you groan as you try to squirm against the restraints.
He's the first one of them to undo his trousers, his mouth still on you as he shoves his boxers down and fists his cock. Billy smirks against your skin, you know he's too prideful to be the first one to cave and touch himself. Logan is too hedonistic to care about such things, too busy enjoying your body to realise he has just lost some imaginary contest.
When Billy's head moves from the spot on your thigh, dropping down to lick at your swollen clit, you attempt to buck your hips with little success.
“Milaya, look at me.”
Your eyes lift from watching Billy as his tongue flicks against your clit, and you soon find Aleksander’s darkened eyes. Due to his age, Aleksander’s compulsion is the strongest out of the three of them and you can already feel your mind softening as his eyes lock onto yours.
He hums in approval, the sound rumbling deep in his chest, and your eyes flutter closed for a moment. Aleksander holds your chin between his fingers, keeping your eyes on his.
“Good girl.” He praises you as your eyes fight to remain open, the familiar tingling pleasure sweeping through you.
Aleksander’s compulsion always has the enticing pull of pure safety, inviting you to lose yourself in his eyes. Your mind grows fuzzy, focusing only on each and every sensation. The restriction of your bindings, two sets of hands and tongues on you. The only thing more deadly than his eyes is his voice.
“Such a beautiful sight.” He murmurs gently in your ear, as Logan continues to mouth at your breasts and Billy sucks hard on your clit. “Are you going to let me drink from you, milaya?”
“Yes.” You breathe out instantly and he chuckles.
“Yes? You want me to take that sweet blood of yours?” You can feel his lips move as he speaks directly against your throat. “Right here from your pretty throat? Where it’s the strongest for me, and the most painful for you?”
“Yes, oh yes please.”
You can feel Logan smirk as he sucks on your nipple, his mouth stained red with your blood, his lips still flushed pink with the warmth of your pussy. Billy breathes out a sharp laugh as he shoves his own trousers down and begins to stroke his cock.
“Looks like your girl’s brain is leaking out of her cunt, Aleks.” Billy remarks with a low groan.
Aleksander smiles darkly as he tugs on your hair. He cups the back of your neck, his thumb hooking lying under your chin, the pad of his digit pressing against your cheek to keep you facing away from him, giving him full access to your throat.
He spends a long moment breathing in your scent, listening to the pounding of your heart, your pulse thundering around your body as pleasure has you climbing higher, towards your second climax.
His nose traces over your artery and your heart skips a beat, your body's natural response to a predator. But you're not afraid of Aleksander. You know what he's waiting for, and you're more than willing to give it to him. It's the faintest of whispers, but he hears your words, a plea from the depths of your soul.
“Ruin me.”
He sinks his fangs into your neck with a growl, sharp canines tearing your skin open, ripping blood fresh from your veins, and your scream echoes through the dining hall. His hold on you remains tight, and the other two vampires hurry to place their mouths against one of the open wounds on your body, eager to taste the pleasure that is about to flood through your system.
Billy curls his fingers hard inside you, and Logan grips onto your breast tightly. Eyes squeezed shut, you groan as Aleksander drinks down mouthfuls of your blood. You can almost feel it as it slides down his throat. A part of you becoming a part of him. As if your blood was made for him to consume, as if every one of your heartbeats is for him.
The ache loosens and you let out a pleasured gasp as the cloying sweetness of Aleksander's venom numbs your pain. Under the hazy fog of pleasure, you're aware of someone groaning in the distance. But then you're tipping over edge, clenching hard around Billy's fingers, whimpering with every slippery rub of his thumb against your clit.
He allows you a few seconds to ride out your high before he pulls his fingers out to stroke your twitching pussy in distracted circles. Logan presses lazy kisses over your heaving chest, as euphoria sparkles throughout your body, and you sigh and moan with each wave of bliss.
Aleksander retracts his fangs carefully, lapping at the small puncture wounds left on your throat. With his tongue pressed against them, the wounds stop bleeding quickly, allowing him to kiss your neck and murmur praises as you relish in your high. A singular tear falls from your cheek as the pleasure sinks into your body.
“Sasha.” You whine, and Aleksander snaps his fingers. Instantly, the other two pull themselves from your body.
“It’s alright milaya. I’m here.” A soft sigh leaves your lips, and your eyes flutter closed as he strokes your face affectionately.
At the sound of a low hiss, you look down at the end of the table where Billy sits, his head thrown back as he spills over his hand. Glancing over at Logan, you see him slumped in his own chair, sweeping his sweat-soaked hair from his forehead. Based on the mess over his crumpled trousers, the groan you heard earlier must have been Logan climaxing.
Aleksander reaches for the knife and begins to cut the ribbon from your body. With each limb freed, you slump to the table in a boneless heap, your eyes closing as you sink into a blissful sleep.
-
You come to when you’re in the bath, warm water cradling your aching body, rinsing away the mess of the evening. Blood mixes with fragrant soapy water, Aleksander must have already cleaned you, and soon you’re sitting in liquid the same colour as your tattered dress which now lies on the floor of the dining hall.
Aleksander holds a teacup to your lips, and you drink eagerly from the delicate porcelain. The tea slides down your throat quickly, soothing the hoarseness borne from your screams. There’s a sharpness in the flavour, something almost unnoticeable. Three drops of Aleksander’s blood, to help your wounds heal and to prolong your blissful state. When the cup is empty Aleksander pulls it away, and you whine, your body aching for more, longing for enough of his blood to turn you right now.
Billy and Logan will be cleaning themselves up in their own rooms before the four of you reconvene in the parlour for the evening, giving the brothers a chance to catch up with one another whilst you sit peacefully in Aleksander's lap until you eventually doze off.
But in this quiet moment you’re solely Aleksander’s. The other two have taken all they are allowed of you, and as much as he enjoys sharing you with his brothers once a year, you’ll always be his. After all, once he’s sure you’re ready, Aleksander will be your sire, ridding you of your mortality and ensuring that you stay just as you are now. Young, beautiful, and happy.
He leans over, kissing your lips softly. Grasping onto the front of his shirt, you attempt to slide your hand down his chest. He breathes out a small laugh, his head tilting aside playfully.
“Now what do you think you're doing, milaya?”
“You didn't finish.”
Confusion sparks in his eyes and his brows furrow as he ponders your words. Then he realises what you're talking about. His brothers had been more than content to fuck their fists to the sight of you, Aleksander hadn't. The only way he would find release would be buried in your pussy, and he wouldn't do that with anyone watching. Besides, you were exhausted. His fingers curl gently around your wrist, and he guides your hand back into the water.
“I can wait.” He assures you. You don't seem convinced, and he leans closer to nuzzle his face against your cheek. “How does waking up tomorrow morning with my cock inside you sound?”
You blink hurriedly, eyes glazing over, words sounding small and slurred slightly as you respond,
“It sounds good, Sasha.” He presses a kiss to your cheek.
“Good girl. You've made me very proud today.” Your cheeks are already flushed from the warmth of the bath, but they prickle with additional heat at the sound of Aleksander's praise.
“Thank you, Sasha.” You say, watching the bubbles slowly dissolve into the bath water. He smiles widely and stands, fetching a soft fluffy towel for you before he holds out his hand to help you out of the tub.
“Now, let's not keep our guests waiting.”
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Into my Web
Chapter 15
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.
The next morning Billy was up and out before you'd even woke up. Technically he didn't need sleep and he hadn't really slept that night. He'd vented most of his anger, taking it out on you, but the hurt from his brother was harder to get rid of and it made his chest uncomfortably tight. He didn't like it. Sure Frank had apologised before you and Billy left but it wasn't the same. The rift between him and Frank now felt even bigger, like a giant chasm in the middle of them both and Billy despised it. Why couldn't Frank just accept him? It wasn't like Frank was a choir boy himself and he just didn't understand why he was being treated so unfairly for simply being who and what he was now. Billy knew if Karen pulled half the shit he did that Frank would forgive her. What happened to Frank's loyalty to him? They were supposed to be family. The whole thing was bullshit and he hated how much pain it caused him. He'd gone his life without a family, finally found one in the Castle's only to have it ripped away. And now his brother and his new mismatched found family were turning their backs on him too.
He idly wondered about reaching out to Micro. Frank and Karen had loyalty to each other so Karen was out of the question, even if Billy saw the darkness in her that could match his own. Her love for Frank had tainted it. Curtis was out of the question since he'd always been the voice of reason and always had a way of looking at Billy like he'd done something wrong, even before they were turned. Micro was a little different though. He didn't like the shit Billy did but he'd never made it into a huge deal either. There'd even been a few times he'd stuck up for Billy to Frank, defending him for choosing to live his life as the animal he was. He'd always been a little more neutral, seeing it from both sides. The issue would be Micro still being loyal to Frank too though and Billy didn't need Micro going back and telling Frank about every little detail and reporting about you. In the end, really he had no one. Everyone he used to have would always be loyal to Frank first. The realisation stung like a bitch.
He returned to the house with you still peacefully sleeping in bed, the usual waffles and ice cream that he would typically get you the day after he'd punished you. He wasn't sure just what your mental state would be today given the stool punishment was new. He'd grown accustomed to how you reacted after the closet but that was playing into one of your worst fears. He didn't know if the stool would affect you worse or not as much, or maybe just the same. But he'd go through the same motions to condition you into seeing how if you were good, then he could be good to you too. He set the waffles on the night stand as he perched on the bed next to you, stroking a hand through your soft hair.
"Wake up, kitten. Breakfast," he murmured softly, his hand still caressing your hair. He'd be soft with you today and he felt so drained, he was almost glad for it if he was honest. Maybe deep down he also needed some comfort. To be close to someone. To not feel so goddamn alone. He loathed how Frank had him feeling so fucking emotional. Billy hated feeling anything at all.
You opened your heavy eyelids and blinked up at him as you woke up. You smiled, feeling his soft and kind touch in your hair.
"Good morning. Oh! Waffles?" You said in a sleepy voice. The smell of the hot waffles and ice cream made your mouth water and you were touched he got you your favourite this morning. You sat up and scooted to rest against the headboard stretching your body awake a bit.
"They smell very good," you said, eyeing the plate on the nightstand but not reaching out for it. It'd be bold of you to think they'd be yours right away even if they usually were yours. You gave him a small smile and waited for his instructions like a good behaved pet.
"Hope you're hungry," he smiled wryly, being a lot nicer than the day before as he grabbed the tray and plastic cutlery and moved to sit beside you properly. You seemed to be in good spirits which was good. A lot easier to deal with than you being too broken or upset.
"Would it please you to feed me or have me do it myself?" You asked since the last few times he brought you this specific breakfast he fed you himself while watching a movie or a TV show.
He glanced at you as he toyed with the cutlery.
"What would you like?" He asked simply, a sweet smile toying on his lips. Today would be all about you and whatever you wanted.
“I like when you do it,” you murmured, looking at him sheepishly. You really did like it when he took care of you this way and today, you needed the extra attention. Yesterday’s adventure both at Frank’s and here still on your mind.
His smile widened at your words, pleased with your answer. He was glad you liked it when he fed you, he enjoyed doing it and he knew it helped to strengthen the bond which would always be slightly fractured when he'd had to put you back in your place.
"What you wanna watch while you eat?" He asked softly as he started cutting up the waffles.
“Can we watch your favourite DVD?” you suggested, taking the first bite of the food with a moan. It was perfect as always, warm and fresh with your favourite ice cream on top. You looked up at him licking your lips with a pleased smile and snuggled closer to him.
He thought for a moment before he smirked to himself, knowing just what to show you. You'd asked for his favourite after all and while it was hard to pick, this was on the list.
"Alright, lemme just put it on," he replied. He set the food on your lap before he got up, looking through his drawer before going over to the TV. Once it was all set up, he grabbed the remote and moved to sit by you once more, pressing play as he grabbed the food and fed you some more.
“Is this something new?” you asked with a mouthful and chuckled a bit, putting a hand over your very full mouth to finish swallowing first. You gave him a timid apologetic smile and settled back in your little nest with him.
He snorted and shook his head fondly before glancing back at the TV.
"Yeah, it's new. It's one of my favourites and you've liked the other ones I liked too. You might like this one too," he smiled. He was unsure how you'd react to it honestly. It was a little more intense to the movies he usually put on for you but he was testing the waters, his curiosity burning at what you'd think.
You gave him a warm smile and turned your head to the TV. It definitely was new right away with the lack of male presence you were used to seeing by now. It hooked your curiosity right away, never seeing two women together before. They kissed and touched each other with a hunger that made you blush. They were absolutely gorgeous and you wondered how it’d feel to kiss one. You brushed your own lips absentmindedly with your fingers as you stared at the TV completely transfixed.
Billy kept watching you from the corner of his eyes, taking in your reactions. There were subtle changes in your scent and heartbeat that let him know you were interested in what you were seeing. His lips tugged into a small smirk as he moved to feed you another mouth full of the waffles and ice cream, wishing he knew just exactly what you thought about what was playing on screen. He stayed silent, eyes darting from you to the TV although you were far more fascinating in that moment to him than the movie he'd already seen a bunch of times. He often loved just watching you and how you reacted to things, like you were something he was intently observing and studying. There was just something about you that fascinated him that way.
“Is it different when you kiss a man and a woman?” you asked curiously after swallowing a bite and opening up for another. You tore your gaze from the TV to look up at him.
He spooned the food into your mouth as he looked at you properly with a smile.
"What'd you mean?" He asked, cutting up the waffles some more. He enjoyed how curious and interested you seemed about the whole thing.
You munched on the bite and thought about it for a few.
“Well, does it feel different? Taste different or -” you said before stopping somewhat abruptly mid sentence seeing a man join the two women on screen. You blinked back at the screen dumbly for a few before resuming your munching and gave Billy a quick look, waiting on his answer.
He bit his lip to suppress his smirk as he noticed your reaction to the man on screen.
"It's not really different. Kinda the same, I guess. Depends on the person. Some people like the opposite sex, some people like the same sex and some like both. And then you got people that don't like any," he shrugged. Out of all the things he thought he'd be talking about with the movie, he didn't expect to talk about sexuality with you.
“Okay, cool,” you said with a small shrug. It sounded simple enough to you and your attention went right back to the screen. You tilted your head to the side slightly like a curious cat and wondered if Billy ever did that before. It seemed to be like a lot of people to take care of at the same time.
“Have you..” you asked him, spaced out and not really tearing your attention off the screen as the man fucked one of the girls as the other licked and ate the other.
"What? A threesome?" He asked, grabbing the last bit of waffles and ice cream and offering it to you. You took the bite and nodded at him.
"I've had a couple," he answered casually, setting the now empty tray on the nightstand with the cutlery. You seemed so intrigued by all of it and he found it a little amusing. You snuggled closer to him, resting your head on his chest as you played with his t-shirt. You wondered if it’d be something he’d bring up eventually or if it’d break some unwritten pet rules of his. You thought about when he brought that girl home, how it had felt and how much you hated every second of it. But you knew now he did that to punish you and it’d probably be very different with three consent people. You blinked quickly and shook yourself out of your daydreaming and back to the present with him.
He wrapped an arm around you, holding you close as a hand toyed with your hair. He liked how you felt in his arms like this. It helped ease the ache in his chest after the shitshow with Frank. He nuzzled your hair as he soaked you in and tried to let you fill the dull pang of loneliness that was gnawing at him. It was times like this he was glad he'd decided to purchase a pet. He wasn't sure just what he'd do if he was alone right now.
“Thank you for getting my favourite this morning,” you said, nuzzling his chest and giving him a warm smile. You sneaked a hand under his shirt and ran your fingertips on the soft skin of his lower belly just over his jeans. The movie was still on and it’d be a lie if you’d say you weren’t turned on by it. But you didn’t feel like having rough sex this morning. You felt like cuddling and kissing, slow soft pleasing and teasing sounded great right now. He smiled as his fingertips rubbed your scalp soothingly, happy you were appreciative of the little things he did for you. It was the reason he did them after all. He felt oddly content just relaxing like this with you, feeling untense and calm.
“Would you enjoy a bath with me this morning before work?” You suggested looking up at him. You figured it’d please him to be washed and cared for before sitting at a desk all day and make stupid phonecalls. You also wanted to pause watching the movie because it was getting you too turned on to not have any relief afterwards. You knew you didn’t deserve any after yesterday.
He pressed a kiss to your head, breathing you in as he thought about it.
"Sounds good to me," he murmured against your hair. It definitely sounded more than appealing.
"Let me go draw the bath and get it ready for you then," you said, moving to kiss his cheek and cradle his face with one hand, taking in his handsome face. He was so handsome, patient and kind to you, it squeezed your heart painfully to remember how you've hurt him lately. You gave him another quick kiss. He smiled, tucking some of your hair behind your ear as he admired you. He was glad you seemed to be acting pretty normal today. Maybe he'd found an effective punishment that didn't leave you utterly broken after all. He was pleased and he'd definitely use it again if he had to.
You got off the bed and walked to the connecting bathroom taking off the cute silk nightgown he's gotten you the other day to wear to bed leaving you naked for his eyes. You bent over and turned on the faucets, filling the tub with hot water while you got fluffy bath towels for the two of you. You added some mineral bath salt you knew he liked to make it even more enjoyable. He moved to stand in the doorway, leaning against the door frame as he watched you with rapt attention. He didn't think he'd ever get tired of looking at you and your beautiful body. He was pretty sure you were made just for him. He'd never seen anyone more perfect. You turned off the faucets and walked to him with a little smirk. You slid your hands under his t-shirt and up his cool torso taking it off. You leaned forward and left open-mouthed kisses on his chest as you caressed down his back with your soft hands. He hummed at the attention, enjoying it as his hand wound into your hair. He pulled your face up to meet his and captured your lips in a deep kiss, loving the way you tasted and felt against his lips. You kissed him languidly and slowly, taking all the time in the world to taste and enjoy him. You moaned into the kiss one hand to the back of his neck playing with the soft baby hair and the other working on his belt and jeans.
He broke the kiss and gave you a devilish smirk, taking off his jeans and boxers fully and kicking them to the side. It was hard for him to believe that not that long ago, you wouldn't let him touch you, even in a non sexual way. Things had changed so much and he was glad for it. He was a very tactile person and he enjoyed being able to touch and kiss you whenever he wanted. And it only made it better that you were so willing and that recently you'd been the one initiating the contact with him.
You took a few steps backwards as you drank the sight of him and his perfect body. You stepped into the warm bath and kneeled down giving him an inviting smile.
"I'd like to wash you if you'd let me," you asked, taking a small cloth and one of his fancy soapbar. You were being so attentive today despite the plan that he was supposed to be spoiling you. He wasn't going to complain though. He enjoyed your attention and you wanted to please him like a good little pet.
You moved back to one side of the tub so he could sit on the other side facing you. You let him sit back and relax a bit. You sneaked between his long legs and sat back on your heels. You bit your lower lip seeing his wet naked body all yours to touch and you couldn't stop yourself as you leaned forward to kiss him again with a soft groan. He kissed back, his hand cradling your jaw as he soaked in your affections. You moved back slightly and ran the soapy cloth over his chest and shoulders, taking a moment to massage his tense shoulders.
"I don't think I've ever said that I...uh I find you very handsome," you said timidly, not meeting his eyes and feeling your cheeks heat up. You massaged his neck and attempted a quick look at his face.
A sly smile pulled at his lips at your compliment. He'd been complimented a lot in his life. Most of the time actually. He was never shy of them. Yet somehow your compliment made him feel a little weird and he wasn't sure what to do with that.
"You do, huh?" He asked teasingly, unable to not smile as he glanced at you. He figured you'd found him attractive given how you seemed to love fucking him so much. But you'd never actually told him out loud.
"I've never seen someone that I like to look at as much as you. I hope that's not rude or odd of me to say," you added with a sheepish smile.
He snorted softly and reached out to stroke your cheek.
"Nah, it's fine. I like lookin' at you too, kitten," he grinned, leaning in to kiss you softly. You smiled into the kiss and moved your soapy hands all over him. You enjoyed the silky slippery feeling of the soap between your bodies. One hand trailed down underwater to his already hard cock and you gave it lazy strokes as you kissed him.
He moaned softly into the kiss, arching up a little as his hands trailed over your wet body. They moved to your breasts and he palmed them gently as he enjoyed the feeling of your hand around him. You moaned, your soft lips hovering above his as you fisted him faster. You leaned forward and slipped slightly making you squeal and chuckle.
“I think you need a bigger bath,” you said between chuckles over his lips with a grin.
He snorted as his hands slid around to your ass, massaging it firmly.
"Nah, I like havin' you this close," he teased with a smirk, nipping your lower lip playfully.
You laughed suggestively crossing your arms around his neck and pulled yourself flat over his body. You kissed him sweetly, as his hands explored your body until the water turned cold around you two naked bodies.
You got dressed after what felt like an hour long bath and went to get your daily chores started. You made sure to put an extra care on making everything perfectly clean and placed. You were cleaning the tile floor in the other bathroom with a brush and you kept thinking about that movie he picked earlier. How it was one of his favorite and that he had that kind of sex before. You wondered if he'd like to have it again and with you this time. You knew he often went out to feed and fuck gorgeous women, often both with the same one that he'd discard 6 feet under afterwards. He never did that with you because he wanted to keep you around. The thought filled your chest with a warm fuzzy feeling and gave you courage to bring it up. You tried very hard to imagine how you'd feel sharing him with another female. It sent a painful jab to your chest but at the same time you found yourself curious and turned on. He'd probably be into it if you were and he'd be able to feed and enjoy your body too. You kept cleaning the floor and by the time you were done, you had a pretty good plan A, B and C if needed. You just had to stop by his bookshelves and his personal bar first.
You knocked on his office door politely even if it was open.
"May I come in?" You asked giving him a smile and showed him the drink you had prepared for him.
Billy glanced up from his computer and felt his body relax at just the sight of you. He was getting agitated with all the paperwork bullshit he was doing. He missed being out there and involved in the action. He missed sparring and training with the guys. If you kept behaving he decided he'd go back to work, even if it was just part time. He was going a little stir crazy.
"Yeah," he replied as he leaned back in his chair. He was grateful for your distracting presence and more grateful for the drink in your hand.
You walked to his desk, handing him his favourite drink and waited for permission to talk as you stood next to him patiently.
He sipped at his drink as he sat there, dark eyes watching you carefully. When you stayed put, he smirked and cocked a brow.
"Need somethin', kitten?" He asked, amused.
"I've been thinking while doing my daily chores and I'd like to suggest a…" You trailed off trying to remember the speech you've been preparing for the past hour.
"A useful, entertaining and valuable learning experience that I believe would please you greatly," you said, remembering the big smart words you picked to sell your idea to him with a bright smile. Both brows rose then as he looked at you, curiosity and amusement tickling at him at your words. It felt like a sales pitch.
"Lemme hear it then," he shrugged with a smirk.
"Hy-po-the-ti-cal-ly, in a situation where you'd be interested in said suggestion," you said giggling at the amused face he made at you with your fancy words.
"You would go out and find a woman of your choice that could suddenly drop off the map and never reappear. You would then charm said woman and bring her back home, compel her and uh," you said before swallowing nervously for the rest of the speech.
"And you would then proceed to have a threesome with me and her, however you'd want," you added, dropping the bomb and waiting for the explosion.
He blinked at you for a moment as his brain had a hard time comprehending your words. Not only were you asking for a threesome with another girl, but the wording made it clear what you were suggesting he'd do to the girl. He was completely shocked if he was honest, he hadn't seen this coming. He hadn't realised that his mind games had altered your mental state this much since the last time he'd had another girl here. He remembered that night crystal clear and just how you reacted back then.
"You could feed on her, have some of your favorite sex and...Well, I'm awfully curious about it to be openly honest with you. I'd follow your rules and if you don't want me to do or try something, I won't," you added but hoping he'd let you try her too. Seeing the two ladies together seemed to please the man in the movie so maybe it'd please Billy to see you try stuff with the other one. It stung everytime you imagined her touching him or him fucking her. You hated it but you knew he'd be pleased and you'd be the one with the praise and rewards afterwards. She'd just be dead.
"I can take care of the body afterwards too," you added to sweeten the deal. You kept your mouth shut and let him think about it.
He was absolutely dumbstruck. Never did he think you'd suggest something like this and you were so casual about burying the girl after too, like it was as simple as breathing. He was pleased at the progress he'd made with you but he was also a little taken aback.
"Alright… I'll be honest, I'm very interested. But what if you throw another tantrum again? Last time I was with another girl, you got pretty… jealous," he smirked, eyes twinkling gleefully as he remembered. He found it amusing and also satisfying how jealous he could make you. And he knew the circumstances were different. It was a punishment last time, you'd been forced to watch and not participate. But still, he really didn't feel like dealing with a brat if he was promised a threesome and some blood. His mouth watered at the prospect.
"Jealous? Oh!" You exclaimed looking down at him in his chair. So that's what it is then, jealousy, the uncomfortable angry feeling you had and have when he's with another woman. You recovered quickly and answered him.
"Well, if I understood correctly, this time everyone gets to be touched and feel good, right? Like nobody gets left out so it won't be because I've been a bad girl, it'll be different, right?" You said knowing very well your heartbeat kicked up a notch but you stood your ground and had to keep believing he'd shower you with praises afterwards. He said it plenty of times before after all, you behave like a good girl and I reward you, those were the rules.
His lips curled into a sly grin as he heard your heartbeat and he reached out to grab your hand.
"It'll be different, nobody gets left out," he confirmed with a nod.
"So I get to be fully included in it, it'll be fun! After all, I'm your good kitten, I'm yours and she's just entertainment, right?" You asked with a bright smile squeezing his hand in yours, proud that he was very interested in your suggestion. You were already thinking about it, what she'd look like, what would happen and what you'd like to try. He resisted the urge to laugh, fully amused by the way your mind worked. He had a feeling you'd still get jealous but hopefully you'd be a little distracted to act out about it.
"Mhm, just entertainment. You're my good little kitten," he smirked wryly.
"Good! So uh, I'll let you finish up and maybe you could meet me in the living room later? So we can chat about it, tell me the rules and your expectations and stuff?" You suggested with a wicked grin.
"If you want, of course," you added quickly with a smile and a little bow as you slowly walked backwards. He raised his brows as he watched you walking away, wondering once again how you could be so sweet and innocent yet such a little vixen at the same time.
"Alright," he murmured, still amused.
"Okay, bye!" You said cheerfully, turning around and leaving the room frolicking excitedly. You couldn't stop grinning at how shocked and pleased he looked by your proposal. You felt so proud of yourself and you couldn't wait for him to shower you with praises and kisses for it.
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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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