#monster!billy russo

[becauseicantthinkwritings]

Teeth

Part 22

Werpanther! Billy Russo x Reader

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Warnings: Smut, smut, and more smut. Pool sex, and a sprinkle of a dominance kink. There is also actual plot I'm not insane.

A/N: I'm in so much pain right now.

You move up to him quietly, a gentle hand to the smooth skin of his back.

He turns his head to face you, eyes still closed, a sleepy smile curving onto his mouth.

You kneel in front of him, your fingers moving up to delve into his hair, hearing him groan makes you smile.

You stay there like that for a while, memorising the feel of his soft hair, the bristle of his beard along the backs of your fingers, and when you feel like you’re about to burst, you finally open your mouth to speak.

And then you pause, what if he just denied it? This was probably a big secret for him, something he might not be ready to reveal to you.

Should you wait?

Could you? Knowing what you know now, could you honestly remain quiet about it?

What would be the harm in keeping what you know to yourself?

You can’t decide on what to do, but you know you at least have to try now, or else it would affect the way you acted around him.

If he denied it, you would just let it go.

“Billy?” You finally say, soft and calm so that he gets an idea of how not upset you are.

His eyes remain closed, but his eyebrows raise as he makes a sound of inquiry at the back of his throat.

You study his gorgeous sleepy face, still not completely sure you want to speak.

“I know your secret.” You rush out.

Surprisingly, he makes a sound of amusement, a short laugh that has you questioning yourself.

“What secret is that, sweetheart?” He asks huskily, his low voice barely above a whisper.

You rub your fingers against his stubbled jawline.

“That you’re… the panther.”

His eyes open.

His eyebrows scrunch in confusion, turning his head to get a better look at you.

“What?”

You bite down on your lip for a long second.

“I know- I know that you’re the panther.”

He sits up, confusion fraught in his eyes. It makes you feel a little crazy. Was there any chance that you could be wrong? What if you had dreamt the panther coming to you? What if you were going insane from stress?

“I’m not sure what you mean. Is this code for something?” He remains calm, reaching for your kneeled form to bring you to sit beside him.

“It’s you. It has to be. When I first told you about the panther in the woods, you never- you never questioned me or tried to tell me that it was impossible. You knew, because it was you.”

“The panther that saved you? It’s not impossible, someone could have smuggled an exotic pet into the state, it’s rare, but not impossible.”

“N-no, it wasn’t an animal, it was a person, it was you.”

“Me?” He says incredulously.

You feel like you’re going insane. You close your eyes, gathering your thoughts.

“I get it,” You say calmly, “It’s something you probably never planned to tell me. And I don’t mean to try to force a confession out of you. I guess I’m here if you ever want to talk about… anything you want to talk to me about.”

You look up at him, hoping to earn some sympathy with your soft expression.

You watch the crease between his eyebrows smoothen out, he reaches out to cup your face in his hands.

“I appreciate the invitation.” He murmurs softly, leaning in, his lips brush yours, a slight tease before he presses his mouth fully to yours.

Like every time before, sparks explode in your head.

You sigh into his mouth, tension leaching from your shoulders.

You weren't sure if it was an admission or not, or if he was merely entertaining your accusation to keep you calm, but all of it is washed from your mind at the first touch of his tongue to yours.

God, he kissed like sin, wicked and delectable, threatening to devour you with the very mouth you adored.

You brace your hand behind you for support, to help you press your body more securely to his, his hand against the back of your neck, encouraging you to get as close as you can get.

He makes a small sound, as if he wants to say something, and you part your mouth from his to hear him speak.

“Sure about this?” He checks in.

“You have to ask?” You tease, leaning in to kiss the spot right below his ear.

He groans, tilting his head to give you space.

“I like hearing you say it.” He explains.

You grin into his neck feeling the need to worsen his desire for you.

“Yeah, Billy?” You tease right at the base of his ear, your voice light and flirtatious, “You like hearing me beg? Telling you how badly I want you to bend me over the nearest thing, and fill me with your cock?”

You sigh, kissing his skin, feeling him tug at your hips until you’re sitting in his lap.

“Just thinking about you makes me so wet, I can’t stop thinking about how right you feel when you’re inside me.”

He makes a low sound of frustration, before he grips your ass, rising to a stand.

You gasp, hands wrapping around his shoulders in surprise, your legs doing the same to keep you steady.

You want to ask so many things, like where, and how, as he approaches the door, you wonder what’s the likelihood of him tumbling down the stairs with you in his arms.

He manages to keep you steady with one of his hands, using the other to bring your lips back to his.

“-See, this is what I mean,” You pull back to say to him mid-kiss, “There's no human way you can be holding all of my weight with one hand and going down stairs.”

He laughs.

“I was in the marines, sweetheart, I've carried heavier for longer.”

You groan, frustrated at his lack of admission, leaning in to kiss him more.

At the bottom of the stairs, you're surprised when he doesn't stop at his bed.

“Where're we going?” You ask softly, kissing at his neck and collarbones as he walks, rubbing your body against his happily, after a moment, you tug the shirt of his you were wearing off your body so that you can feel his skin.

“Pool.” He answers, “Been wanting to fuck you in there for a while.”

It makes you giggle, gazing your teeth against his skin, listening to him grunt in pleasure.

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A soft cry of bliss leaves your mouth, your head tips back against his chest.

“That's it, sweetheart,” he hums, kissing your cheek, “Take me deep like a good girl.”

His words only make you whimper more.

Your hands grip the pool's edge, he's right behind you, one hand plucking at your nipple below the surface of the water, his other hand sliding over your stomach on its way down to most likely touch your clit.

The room is dark, with only the auxiliary lights on, a soft atmosphere all around you.

You say his name, a broken moan as he just keeps filling you, rocking himself deep, taking your thoughts away with each glide of his cock.

You shudder when his fingers finally touch your clit, gentle, almost featherlight, you move one hand from gripping the edge of the pool to delve it into his wet hair.

He breathes roughly against your cheek, tongue darting out to caress the shell of your ear.

“Do you want to come on my cock?” He asks sweetly, tormenting you.

You sigh, nodding vigorously.

“Words.” He scolds.

“Please- make me come.” You beg.

“Is that all you want?” He pushes.

You fight to find sanity enough to respond to him.

“N-no. Want- to feel you come in me too, I want, oh god, I want you.”

He lets out a shaky breath.

“Me?”

“Uh-huh, all of you, everything, please.”

He growls, his both hands move to grip your hips, fingers pressing into your soft flesh, telling you everything you need to know about what he's going to do.

“Hold on.” He says, but you're not really sure where he wants you to hold, and you don't really get a chance to think about it before he pulls you down on his cock while simultaneously pressing up into you. The result is a sensation so full it reaches up to your throat.

The groan that leaves you is uncontrollable, and then he does it again, and again, a small, delicious seed of aching when he fills you to the very brim, your cervix no doubt protesting his length. It's completely overshadowed by the pleasure, the way your body tingles from the tips of your ears to your toes, you shiver, his breathing and the sound of sloshing water in your ears, your shared sounds of pleasure fill the room.

You grip his hair, tugging at his wet strands, toes curling beneath the surface of the water.

It comes slowly, but violently, even the feeling of being on edge makes you mindless. Your body trembles as he keeps going, filling you immeasurably from the inside, promising that this would not be the only time you feel this way.

Your body tenses, clenching around him, your hand curls tighter into his hair, your eyelashes flutter.

A low sound leaves his chest, you can almost feel the vibration of it on your back, a pure, unrestrained sound of desire, downright animalistic in its undertone, pushing you over the edge.

Your body trembles as you feel your center clench tightly around him, your body shaking as your vision darkens, pleasure erupting in your head, spilling past your lips in mindless pants and whines.

You can feel his entire length with the way you squeeze him, and after a few moments, your orgasm triggers his, and his warm cum spills into you, deep, right against that primal spot inside of you that aches for it.

You try to move, to slip off of him, but his hands grip your hips tighter, keeping you in place. When you turn to him for an explanation, he simply pulls you into a slow kiss.

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He tries to keep you still on his cock, despite your restlessness, his instinct to stay inside of you for a few minutes after he's come overrules his body. You're aching, he can tell, and if he were more predator than man, he would bite your neck to keep you still while his seed takes.

You're soft and sweet and unbelievably human, his kiss distracting you from moving too much while he continues to fill you, everything about him is fixed around you in these small moments.

It's a little easy to keep you distracted, that spaced out look in your eyes makes you more suggestive to his whims, and you go pliant, kissing him softly while he waits for his body to be okay outside of yours.

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You were growing to learn the things Billy liked about sex, things that made him lose control, things that he always did. For one, he loved hearing you ask for it. You could feel his cock jump in response sometimes when you gave him your explicit consent. It wasn't something you'd encountered before- but there was not much about him you had ever experienced with other men. He was special, in so many ways. The second thing was his desire to stay inside of you each time he came. Each time he filled you up, he held you still on his cock for minutes after. It was strange, But definitely not unwelcome. You thoroughly enjoyed the way he would hold you still, always wanting to squirm a little bit just so he would use force to still you, or find a way to distract you from noticing he was still inside you.

As he kisses you now, you stumble over the thought of, what if it was a panther thing?

He'd denied being the panther, but the things you'd seen- you knew it had to be him.

You draw back, looking over your shoulder, into his eyes for a moment, smiling up at him as your noses brush. It had to be him, it made perfect sense, he'd been trying to protect you this whole time, maybe even from himself.

Your heart warms, something endearing fills you. He was probably afraid to show you who he was, maybe even afraid of your rejection of him.

You needed to show him, that you would never turn away.

Smiling deeper, you tilt your head up.

“You've got a lot of endurance. We've been going at it for a while.”

He hums.

“Tired?” He asks, “If you can't take anymore, just say the word and I'll stop.”

You grin, shaking your head.

“I'm just saying- people don't usually… go for as long as you do, based on common knowledge. It's almost, dare I say, supernatural.”

There's a short pause, before he lets out an amused laugh, the sound sending shivers through you, making you clench around his cock that was still buried deep inside of you.

“I'm very flattered, sweetheart, but I shouldn't get all the credit, you literally make me so hard I can barely think straight.”

“Really?” You say in amused disbelief.

“Course,” he hums, “The way you look at me, the way you act, the way you talk to me- literally drives me fucking insane, and your body- fuck I love your body so much.”

You laugh, shaking your head in disbelief that this was the way he was spinning this.

“You don't believe me?” He asks, misinterpreting your laugh, one hand raising from your hip to run over your stomach, he huffs, blunt nails scraping at your ribs below the water.

“You're so- fucking soft, sweetheart. All I can think about is how badly I want you.”

Your breath hitches turning to look at him.

He smiles down at you, before you feel him tug you gently off his cock. You gasp in surprise when he spins you, and lifts you effortlessly onto the pool’s edge.

“Spread your legs, I want to see my cum drip out of you.”

Your mouth parting in shock, You do what he says without thinking.

You watch him, as he watches you with rapt attention, you feel his cum begin to slowly slip out, you clench to stop it from happening, but it's a little too late.

His eyes darken as he looks between your legs, and then remains dark when he looks up to meet your eyes.

He approaches you slowly, hands pressed to either side of you, his arms flex deliciously as he pushes himself slowly out of the pool, until he's at eye level with you.

You inch backwards, giving him space to climb out, his eyes are so dark, and predatory, fixed on you.

“Alexa,” he says out of nowhere, “moderate rain, please.”

Your mouth drops open as rain begins pattering over your naked skin.

He studies you, inching closer, grinning when he finally towers over you, water cascading down his skin in haphazard rivulets.

“If you let me,” he hums lowly, “I would fuck you on every inch of this house without break, just to feel the way you squeeze my cock when you come all over me.”

With shaky breath, you can only find one word.

“Please.”

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He'll never get enough. He knows it for sure now. He kisses gently at the soft curve of your thigh while you sleep, your sweet body exhausted from how many times and how many positions he'd made you come in. He reaches up to your hips, eyebrows furrowing in concern as he notes the beginning of a light bruise from him gripping you tightly. He makes a note to get you some ice for it later. He smiles as he rubs his cheek to the soft of your stomach, his own back littered with scratches from your nails, body still swimming in pleasure.

He rises, giving a satisfying stretch, wanting to continue kissing you, but knowing you'll wake up soon and be very hungry. He places one final kiss to your forehead, before tugging on some clothes to start preparing an early dinner.

He's calmly freaking out about the fact that you know he's the predator now, he knows his act of denial isn't fooling you, he's not sure how you came to discover his secret, or how far you plan to push him in your efforts to discover the truth.

He knows that if he really wanted to, he could deny it vehemently, call you crazy, gaslight you into thinking that you'd made it all up- but that would make you hate him, and Billy couldn't bear the thought.

He couldn't come clean either- the more you knew- the more likely it was that you could get hurt.

His best option would be to avoid the topic altogether, switch directions any time you brought it up. He knew though, the first sign of you pulling away from him because of his avoidance would make him crumble.

It would kill him to hurt you.

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When you wake an hour later, you grab the first thing you can find- a washed out t-shirt of his- slipping it on with a lazy yawn.

You grin when you remember the last 24 hours, the way you went at each other until you were nothing more than sated and exhausted bodies.

You can hear him in the kitchen, moving around, the smell of something delicious and garlic infused wafting through his apartment.

When you catch sight of him, you can't help the smile that pulls onto your face. In an old shirt, similar to the one you were wearing and a pair of sweatpants, he turns when he hears you approach.

“Good evening, sweetheart. How was your nap?”

You hum, smiling.

“Soo good.” You breathe, reaching out to slip an arm around his body, tilting your head and rising onto your toes for a kiss.

He obliges, soft and warm, he presses his lips to yours easily, laughing into your mouth when you don't seem to want to let go.

“What're you making?” You ask, between kisses.

“Honey glazed salmon.” He answers into your mouth.

You hum.

“Excellent meal for cats.” You tease.

There's a small pause before he lets out a low laugh, smacking the cheek of your ass gently in warning.

“Only the best for my favourite pussy.” He jabs back.

You try to ignore the pleasure that goes through your body as he spanks you. It's too gentle to give you a big reaction… but the idea of it…. the possibilities make you shiver.

You can't squash the smile on your face, the happiness you feel as you lean against him, it's the best feeling in the world, to be with him, there’s nothing that compares to it, like everything has been to get you here, beside him.

He says something, and you smile up at him, turning your head to watch him flip the salmon.

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You're lying down, looking up at the sky. The trees surround your field of view, swaying in the breeze.

You let out a slow breath, relaxed, you turn your head to see that you're lying in a field filled with flowers.

“There you are,” a voice comes from somewhere in the distance, you turn your head the other way to see him slowly approaching. When he gets to the spot you're in, he takes his time sitting beside you.

“I've been looking for you everywhere.”

You wait patiently for him to look over at you. His eyes are dark, nervous, you feel the need to soothe him, dressed in a white shirt tucked into his pants, you notice there are no shoes on either of your feet.

“You found me.” You answer.

He blinks, some of the worry leaves him as he gives you a lazy smile.

“I did.”

He leans over you, a kiss to your cheek, one beside your ear.

“Now I have to figure out how to keep you.” He whispers, and your breath hitches, a slow burn working its way down your body.

“Keep me?” You ask softly, turning to meet his gaze, “Am I worth it?”

He blinks, A look of confusion spreads across his face for the smallest of seconds before he's smiling again.

He leans in, kissing your cheek, your neck, trailing a path over your shoulder. You find yourself tilting your head, allowing him the space to continue.

He pauses, right at the juncture between your neck and shoulders, hesitating before he speaks.

“Nothing on earth could stand against how badly I want you. From the second I found out you were real, I have been bleeding for you. It’s me, who can't hope to be worthy of you.”

You sigh, running your hands through his hair, admiring the way it feels catching on your fingers.

“Do you have a plan then? I know your secret. Would you lose me to keep it?”

He raises his head, meets your eyes, you bring your hand down to cup his jaw, lost in the haziness of the dream.

“I know your secret,” You emphasize, “I saw your teeth with my own eyes, you can’t hide from me, you can only lie.”

He blinks, parts his lips to speak.

You jerk awake when your phone makes a loud alarming sound.

He wakes at the same time you do, his body warm against yours, you reach for your phone as the notification continues to sound.

Your eyes hurt, forcing yourself to look at the screen, to read the words and try to figure out exactly why you’d gotten this alarm.

You grunt angrily, tossing the sheets back and stumbling out of bed.

“You have a security breach.” You grumble, leaving him in search of your laptop.

It’s hard to focus but you force yourself to, settling at his kitchen counter, opening your laptop and logging into the VPN that gives you access to his server.

You keep trying to wake yourself up as you log into the base software of his system, waiting patiently to see what’s going on.

Billy stands on the other side of the counter, looking a little concerned from his place across from you.

“They’re in the system. I can see the files they’ve accessed.” You mumble sleepily, “They’re downloading Project Medusa.” You glance up at him over the screen of your computer, watching as he reaches for his phone.

“Wait,” You call out to him, distracted by your computer, “Don’t call anyone yet, I’m going to trojan horse them.”

You embed malware into the folder as it’s being saved, turning your head to watch him come around to your side, looking into your computer screen, trying to see what you see.

“Medusa is a recon mission we set up for the government. We’re providing security at events they infiltrate in case things go south as an added layer of protection.”

“Why Medusa?”

He gives a little shake of his head.

“Case names are random, we’re not going to name them something that gives away the mission.”

“Then you have a leak.” You murmur, “They know what they were searching for.”

As you watch closely, you grunt in displeasure as you see the hackers attempt to download all the cases they can see, probably as an afterthought to sell the information to the highest bidder. The files they think they download are empty, you set it up that way for this exact reason, so no one person has access to everything.

“What’s happening?” He asks, and you can hear the worry in his voice. You glance up at him over your shoulder, heart tugging at the look on his face.

“Call someone you trust, tell them to do a sweep of Anvil. I can’t do anything about the information they got, but I can find them now once they open the file. If you have anyone on the field right now on this case, find a way to get them to withdraw without giving away that we know.”

He studies you for a long moment, you glance back at your computer warily, assuming that he doesn't trust what you're saying.

“I don't have time to explain, you just have to trust me. I'll have their location in a minute.”

You see him nod in his peripherals, turning away to type a number into his phone.

When the hacker opens up your file, you grin, snapping a photo of the location with your phone and sliding it across for Billy to see. You press a finger to your lips, a sign to keep whatever he'd planned to do as subtle as possible.

You get access to their system without them knowing, and you take your time, searching through bits for anything important. The system is clean though, a burner system that only has the essentials, but you have their general address, and you use that knowledge to hack something basic.

“I'm in his smartfridge.” You say, accessing the microphone built in and pulling up the audio for him to hear.

It's a little garbled at first, Billy moves to stand over your shoulder, leaning in while you activate background noise suppression to get cleaner audio.

You feel warm, almost sweaty with the level of concentration you've had to put out, heart pounding in your chest as you listen.

“-Other files are empty, she's smarter than I thought…”

You turn your head so that Billy can see you roll your eyes dramatically.

He huffs in amusement.

“-Are the agents listed there?” A deeper voice speaks.

You glance up at Billy, wondering the same question.

“They're coded,” he says, “The case handler is the only one that knows it, but it's related to their badge numbers.”

You assume if they know the code then the handler has been compromised.

“-I've got numbers, no names.”

“-No pictures either?”

It's Billy’s turn to roll his eyes.

You laugh.

“-At least we know when this is going down, and we know which Anvil guys are involved. We can set a trap.”

The other voice agrees.

“We're not going to get anything else, I think.” You murmur out loud.

“Yeah,” he agrees, “Is there a way for you to kill their systems? You mentioned it a while back, have you got it running?”

You give him a sharp grin, sharing a look of complete understanding.

You isolate the computer first, overclocking everything you can while slowing the rpm of the laptop’s fans so that the system overheats with almost no cooling.

“-Do you smell that?” One voice says, right before there's a small popping sound, followed by aggressive swearing.

You make an evil chuckle, right before corrupting everything else connected to the network. A software reload would technically fix it, but it would take time and effort to get everything working again. Your connection is interrupted, your screen going blank as there's no more information to display.

You lean back, taking in what you've just done.

“Anyone ever tell you that you're kind of hot when you’re causing trouble?” Billy asks.

“Kind of?” You say with mock surprise.

He laughs deeply, turning your body to face his so that he can lift you off your chair. You gasp, gripping his shoulders for leverage.

“Very.” He corrects, pulling you in for a kiss that makes your toes curl.

You gasp, lips parting for a moment, looking into his eyes, trying to read the emotions running through his head.

You hesitate, wondering if you should explain more about the events that just happened, worrying that he might blame you for not building a secure enough system.

“We should-”

He stops you with a shake of his head.

Hand cupping your cheek delicately, feeling him take a slow step.

“We’ll talk about it later. Right now, you need to be rewarded.”

“Huh?”

He smiles, eyes on your lips as he moves with you in his arms effortlessly.

“You're such a good employee, sweetheart, you deserve a reward for a job well done.”

Desire tugs low in your stomach at his words. You look up at him curiously as he sets you down on his couch, a mysterious look of delight on his face.

“Take your clothes off. I want to see you.”

Fuck, you were almost dripping with the way he spoke to you, eagerly ripping off your shirt and shorts, looking up at him as your body is exposed to the cool air.

He hums, tilting his head as he looks at you.

“A very good girl, always going above and beyond to make me happy.”

God, this was turning you on more than you'd care to admit.

“Get comfortable, sweetheart, open those legs for me.”

Fuck fuck fuck, you shakily spread your knees, exposing your wet cunt to him, swallowing the desire you have in hopes that it stops you from begging.

You watch a smile pull onto his face, locked in deep appreciation, he sinks to his knees in front of you, eyes on your cunt.

“Very pretty,” he murmurs, raising a hand to calmly pet at your thigh, after a moment, he inches up until this thumb is pressed lightly to your clit.

You gasp, body eagerly melting under his touch.

“I know I'm not supposed to have favourite workers, but honestly baby, I can't deny it, you're very special to me.”

Your lips part, head hazy with pure want, you watch him take a deep breath, eyes rolling shut as he makes a deep, raw sound of appreciation from his chest.

It makes you breathe faster, the way the sound rumbles over you, making you clench.

“You're such a good girl.” He growls, before tugging your hips into his mouth.

You tremble when his lips press against you, reaching down, your fingers tangle into his hair almost immediately, back arching up, head pressing deeper into the soft velvet cushions.

He moans against you and you can feel the soft vibration on your clit.

“I'm breaking so many HR rules.” He says into your pussy and you don't know whether to laugh or pull his head back to your cunt.

You cant your hips up against his mouth, sighing happily when his tongue finally swirls over your bud.

He does something new, using the very tip of his tongue around your bud instead of directly on it, making your body burn with the superposition of pleasure.

“Oh, God, Please.” You whine desperately, squeezing your eyes shut automatically as you beg.

You feel him pause and you open your mouth to beg again before he interrupts you.

“That's not very professional, now is it, sweetheart?”

You raise your head, opening your eyes to look down at him quizzically.

“What?” You ask.

He gives you a small smile.

“You need to look at me when I'm rewarding you.”

Your mouth drops open.

You're unable to speak for a moment before catching hold of your thoughts.

“Yes… sir.”

His eyes darken, you can almost feel the energy shift in the room to something so much more heady and seductive.

He presses his face in, no longer going gently, using his tongue with purpose, gliding it over your clit easily. Your breath catches in your throat, pleasure exploding under your skin like a fire that just keeps spreading. Your body tingles, relaxes, tenses, trembles and through all of it he keeps his tongue exactly where you need it.

It's kind of embarrassing, how fast he works you up, but you're not surprised, because it's him, and he's unbelievably good at making you come.

You moan his name loudly, and he makes a sound at the back of his throat in response.

“Already there, sweetheart? You really are a good girl, hmm?”

You pant, nodding eagerly, whining when his mouth meets your wet cunt once more.

You keep your eyes on him, watches as he reaches up to gently rub his fingers against your bare nipple.

Your fingers tighten in his hair, head dropping back and he lets you without complaint, writhing on his tongue as the pleasure builds and builds until your body is begging for release.

Breathing shallow, body trembling, you can't suppress the cry you let out when you finally tip over that edge, body stiffening for a moment before moving from trembles to sharp jerks as bliss overtakes every muscle in your body.

You squeeze your eyes shut, focused on your breathing, feeling the air move in and out of you as hypersensitivity takes over.

You feel him move, lifting himself from between your thighs that had been clamped momentarily around his ears when your orgasm had hit, but were relaxed for the most part now.

He presses his hand to your cheek, smoothing away some of the hairs sticking to your face, while he studies you, his bearded chin glistening with your arousal.

You sigh, reaching nearby for your discarded shirt, offering it to him to clean himself up.

He gives you a gentle smile, accepting the shirt, wiping his face with it, before using it to clean you up as well.

When he's done, he picks you up, cradling you close as he begins walking to the bedroom you assume.

You yawn against his neck, enjoying the smell of him as it lulls you.

You're pretty sure you fall asleep before you even reach his bed.

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[lieutenantwilliamrusso]

Getting in the Halloween mood, I hope you are. Would I love to request a darkBilly! filthy Smut involving a grand gothic haunted house? Maybe he could be master of the manor and invite the reader to stay for the weekend while he lights the way with his candelabra? BUT IT TURNS OUT HE'S A FUCKING GHOST, get it? Haha. Yes, I would.

I hope u enjoy! Thank u sm for requesting and I'm sorry it took an age. This is my gothic y'all. My freakin' Jane Eyre. If u catch the Punisher Easter egg u get my eternal gratitude and a little forehead kiss.

Hopefully Billy won't...ghost her....

tagging miss @idaofinfinity

Warnings for: wax play, sex, 18+ minors DNI

Billy Russo x Fem Reader

In the Shadow of Death

As the autumn air filters through your nose for the first time, you're grateful you made the choice to take a few weeks off of work to recharge. You'd never been to upstate New York, had never traveled farther than the brownstone row homes and cracked pavement of your Brooklyn neighborhood.

Now you're here, in Castle Grove, New York, breathing in the crisp air of the first real autumn weekend. You pop the trunk of your rental car and grab your duffel bag, admiring the low stone wall of the house you'd rented for the month of October. It's a humble wooden structure, with rustic red shutters and a creaky front door that seems to howl as you toe it open, bag and keys occupying your hands.

The inside of the house is cozy, an amalgamation of festive throw pillows and plush furniture. But that's not what catches your eye. It's the Victorian mansion that faces away from your little house, only connected by the dying grass outside. There's a wrought iron fence hiding the bottom half, but the top is exquisite, whorls of grays and blacks meshing in the paint and carved wood around the windows. You stare in awe for a while, wondering who might live there, before moving to get unpacked. You leave the curtains drawn just in case you might get a glimpse of the mysterious owner of the mansion.

-

It's a few days later when it arrives. The thick cream envelope is sealed with a black clump of wax, the elegant swirls pressed into it matching the ones you gaze at out of your window each slow afternoon. Suddenly it's very clear who the message is from. You tear into it eagerly, unable to wait. Inside is a single card, the script neat and small.

Welcome to the neighborhood. I'd like to invite you to the manor behind your home tomorrow evening for a meal. Please arrive at 8.

-William Russo

"William..." You ponder.

Certainly mysterious.

-

The following night arrives quickly, your nerves almost getting the better of you. Should you bring something? How do you dress for this? Who is William Russo?

The questions swirl in your mind as you grudgingly choose a simple black dress with sleeves and a bottle of your favorite red wine. You're still unsure as you mount the wide steps to the house, the black front door gaping at you like the mouth of some ancient creature. Before you can raise your hand to knock, the door swings open, and a head of dark hair poked through it.

The man you're left staring as it gorgeous, dark eyes matched to his hair and a small smile on his plush lips. His eyes are inquisitive as he takes you in.

"You must be the neighbor."

You nod.

"I'm Y/N. Thank you for the invitation."

His smile widens. "Welcome." He says, opening the door wider and beckoning you in.

You're struck first by how dark it is inside. You can make out the outlines of paintings with thick frames and furniture covered by sheets. There's only a dull glow coming from William's hands as he holds up a candelabra.

"My apologies, this is an old house, and recent renovations have left the electricity lacking. I thought they would have been further along by now."

You nod, assured by his words.

"Understandable. This is a gorgeous house you have."

William nods. "It's been in my family for generations."

You take in as much as you can parse out as William guides you through the halls, twisting and turning around the carpeted labyrinth. You hadn't realized how large the house is, the outside not giving it away. You watch William's broad shoulders move as he walks, his white button up displaying the play of muscle under it.

When you reach the dining room, the light heightens, an array of candles spread across the tables and shelves in the room. The table is thick oak, and there's a variety of foods on the it.

"I wasn't sure what your tastes were, so I made it all."

William looks almost sheepish as he takes the wine from your hands, moving to pour it into two glasses.

"It's wonderful!" You say, eyes wide in excitement.

He looks sated, pulling out a chair for you to sit on. When you're seated he takes his own, moving it a little closer to you in the intimate lighting. When the food is served you eat a little of everything, complimenting his cooking often. You enjoy seeing the little smile spread across his mouth, and you can't help wondering what that mouth would feel like on your skin.

"So, neighbor-"

"Y/N." you correct, smirking at his raised eyebrow.

"My apologies, Y/N." He practically purrs your name, and you resist the urge to shiver. "Why are you in town?"

"Well, I wanted a break from work. I'm from the city, and I figured the fresh air would do me good."

"It certainly does help. It's a wonderful place to be this time of year." William affirms.

"I'm also glad you invited me over." You admit. "I've been admiring your home all week."

You bite your lip, suddenly shy.

"I've been admiring you all week." William answers smoothly.

Your eyes dart up, locking with his. He looks serious, hungry almost and you have the suspicion it's no longer for the meal. You should be afraid, alone in a dark house with a stranger. But something in William's face grounds you, and a second later it has you leaning forward.

"Is that so?"

"It is." He replies.

"So what, is this a date?" You ask.

William grins, white teeth on display. "Well that depends on what kind of woman you are."

"What, don't kiss on the first date, William?"

"I believe the issue is that I do."

He's so close now, just a breath away from your mouth, and you ache to close the space between you.

"Good thing I'm that kind of woman." You breathe out.

He kisses you and it's hot and wet from the start. His mouth devours yours, tongue probing yours like it's the last time he'll take a lover. You moan into it, hands moving to grip his shoulders as he cradles the back of your head, fisting your hair while the other hand reaches for your waist. You make out with William, trading slow kisses until he pulls away suddenly.

"The bedroom is close." William pants.

You nod, already standing. He doesn't pick the candelabra back up, instead navigating the darkness adeptly as he leads you by your hand. A few moments later you're entering a room with a four poster bed and plush pillows. The room is illuminated my the moonlight through the window, casting the old fashioned fixtures in a ghostly glow.

William backs you onto the bed, pulling his shirt over his head as you kick off your shoes. In the light of the moon his pale skin looks almost translucent, but before you look to closely he's on top of you, grinding his hips into yours feverishly. You gasp, hands threading into his hair as he works his way down your throat, nipping at the skin. When he reaches the neckline of your dress he leans back, tugging the fabric over your head and immediately unclasping your bra.

Then you're exposed, the cool air brushing your skin for just a second until William's mouth closes over your left nipple, hot tongue lapping at the skin.

"Ah!" You gasp.

William groans, other hand moving to squeeze your other breast. You arch into the attention, hips stuttering against his. You can feel the hard bulge in his pants, and you clench around nothing. When he pulls off to lave at the other nipple you stop him, tugging at his belt.

"Please." You beg, chest heaving.

"Eager girl, aren't you darling?" William purrs.

You nod quickly, smiling as he takes pity and undoes the leather belt, dropping it to the floor. When you tug his pants down and free his thick cock, he growls. Your hands are suddenly pinned to the bed, William's muscular frame looming over you.

"Open." He commands.

You open your mouth, closing your eyes in bliss as he lets a trail of saliva fall fro his mouth to yours. You close your mouth and swallow, and a second later you're rewarded with deft fingers swiping across your clothed clit. You cry out, the sound muffled by the fingers William pushes through your lips. Then he's gone, his body removed from yours. You sit up, searching for his figure in the darkness.

"Stay there." He calls, voice commanding as you hear the bedroom door open and close.

You pant, spread across the sheets as you wait for his return. It only takes a minute before he's back, one of the candles from the dining room in hand. He approaches the bed, and you can clearly see now how red his mouth his, how flushed his cheeks have become. You must look the same.

"I'm going to make you cum, but first we're going to play."

It's then you comprehend what the candle is for.

You nod, eyes wide.

"Use your words, darling."

"Yes, sir."

When the first drops of warm wax drip over your stomach you can't help but gasp, the liquid cooling on your skin. You feel something uncoil inside you then, something wild and dangerous. William must see it on your face because he grins, dropping more of the wax onto your skin, making a trail up to your breasts. When the wax touches your nipples for the first time you moan, deep and long into the night air.

"More?" William asks, smoothing hand over your hair.

"Yes, yes, yes." You babble, pleasure overtaking you.

William works back down your body, wax dropping onto you with bursts of heat that dissipate into pressure, leaving you feeling like there are fingers pressed into you all over.

When he reaches your still-clothed pussy, William stop his work, discarding the candle on a nearby table. When he returns he slips your panties off, gazing at your wet heat.

"Is this all for me?" He teases.

"No, sorry, it's for the ghosts." You retort.

"I'm sure they'd appreciate that, but you're mine right now."

Then he's diving in, licking into your pussy like you're his favorite dessert. You grip his hair, hips bucking as you grind onto his tongue. He adds two fingers and pumps them into you, stretching your pussy for his cock. Wet sounds pour forth from where your bodies connect, and you gasp and cry out as you reach your peak. When you cum, William grips your thighs tightly, holding you down until the aftershocks subside. When you come to, he's on top of you again, rubbing his cock through your folds.

"Ready for me?" He groans, cock twitching.

"So fucking ready."

He laughs, loud and loose as he pushes in, the sound elongating into a guttural moan. He begins to pump into you immediately, hard thrusts punctuated by the slap of his hips against yours. He fills you, thick cock stretching your walls and rubbing deliciously against your walls.

It feels like William is everywhere, on top of you, around you, in all your senses. He's pressed close, his skin bouncing off the wavering glow of the candle until you can't keep your eyes open any longer, gasping his name as you cum a second time, going limp in his arms. William's forehead presses to yours, his hips stuttering as he cums after you, his hot cum filling your still-clenching pussy. He pants into your open mouth, and you imagine you can taste his satisfaction on your own tongue.

A few moments later you drift off, William stroking your sweaty hair.

When you wake, you're in your bedroom, the sun streaming through the open curtains, casting little shapes on your skin. You're naked still, you clothes folded neatly on the chair in the corner, and William is nowhere to be found.

When you finally scrape yourself off of your sheets, satisfied but confused, you find yourself reaching for your laptop. Who did you sleep with last night? Just some rich, lonely, gorgeous bachelor? Or is there more to it, that man alone in the big black house. You type his name into the browser with the name of the town, clicking the first result.

The Russo family manor has been abandoned since the late 1940s, when the last of the Russo children, William, passed away of tuberculosis contracted serving in the Second World War. The house is maintained by a trust in the family's name. Local legend says William can still be seen wandering the halls, lighting his way with the family's gold candelabra.

When you look up he's in the window of the upstairs bedroom, waiting for your eyes to meet his. You swear you can see the bed through him.

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In Bloom

Photos are not mine. They are courtesy of Pinterest/Google.

Pairing: Billy Russo x F! Reader

Warnings: None really, maybe a swear word or two but extra fluffy bunnies and unicorns

Word Count: 2.7k-ish

Summary: Part 1 of 3 (I think) Reader is in a bit of a romantic slump so she buys herself flowers every Friday until one day she finds out they’re already paid for.

A/N: Based on this ask/idea from my lovely lovely Lily @munsonownsmyass I hope you like it, my love ❤️

This girl is single and haven't had anyone in a while. Miss the intimacy. Just to make herself happy, she buys flowers for herself every Friday. But one day, the flowers have already been paid for. It's the same thing the next Friday. Then one day, there's a little note attached to the flowers....

As always, thank you for reading!  I appreciate it so much and comments, reblogs are welcome and encouraged. Don’t be shy to tell me your favorite part. 💕💕 💕

“When was the last time you went out on a date?”

Rolling your eyes, those words felt like a hard punch to the stomach coming from your mother.

Your Friday afternoon lunch with her felt like days. It all started with the lunch spot you chose…it wasn’t to her standards but then again nothing was. Nothing seemed to ever be good enough whether it was your job, the clothes you wore, the apartment you lived in, or the sandwich shop you picked for lunch.

It was all beneath her, sub-standard, and you had accepted the fact that nothing you do will ever be good enough for her so you just decided to continue to do whatever made you happy and not worry about what would be pleasing to her.

She tried like hell to mold you into what she wanted you to be, how she wanted you to dress, what she wanted you to do for a living, and even what kind of wedding she had wanted you to have. She didn’t succeed and when you called off your wedding to a man that looked perfect on paper but was a monster behind closed doors, she didn’t try as hard to make you into something that you just weren’t going to be.

She still took not-so subtle jabs though.

“Have a good weekend, hun. Try and get some sleep, you look tired.”

A visit with mom wasn’t complete until she commented on how you looked. It was definitely time to go.

The early autumn wind picked up as you walked from the sandwich place toward the flower shop which was a few blocks away. Your little Friday tradition was just something you had decided to do for yourself every week.

The flowers made your apartment just a little bit brighter and brought a smile to your face every time you looked at them on your dining room table.

You hadn’t really noticed the flower shop before but it presented itself when you needed a little cheering up.

It was after another bad first date, the third one in a row. You were walking home from the bar after yet another Wall Street type asshole had spent the early evening hours droning on and on about himself when the essence of rose attacked your sense of smell. It stopped you dead in your tracks and caused you to shift your eyes from the sidewalk to the door of the flower shop in front of you.

Bouquets of beautiful flowers were in buckets of water outside but so many more caught your eye that were inside so you decided to go in and look around.

“We close in fifteen minutes, Miss. Is there something specific you’re looking for?” The man behind the counter had asked with a warm smile.

You tried to smile back but it only came out as half a smile. “Something to make me feel better after a bad date?” You replied.

His expression tempered and you could tell he really wanted to help.

“Let me see what I can put together for you.” He said.

And he went to work pulling flowers from different buckets and arranging them into the most beautiful bouquet, wrapping them in paper and plastic and securing them with a ribbon. The bouquet was full of carnations, roses, gerbera daisies, and lilies…all in different shades of red and pink. It was almost like he knew they were two of your favorite colors.

Watching him meticulously put those flowers together for you already made you feel better about that night.

“Here you go, my dear. Beautiful flowers for a beautiful lady.” He said handing you the flowers.

You were absolutely stunned at how gorgeous they were and that was how you met Mr. Campbell, the sweetest little old man with the prettiest flowers in town which kept you coming back weekly for fresh ones.

After the taxing lunch you just had with your mother, it was time to make yourself feel better with your weekly flowers.

“Hi, Mr. Campbell. How are you today!?” You asked.

He shifted his gaze from the bouquet he was working on to greet you, pushing his glasses up that had slid down the bridge of his nose.

“My dear, y/n! Well, I can’t complain…I woke up again so that’s a good thing, plus I knew I’d get to see your smiling face today and that’s ALWAYS a good thing.” He said with excitement.

A wide smile stretched across your lips. “This is my favorite Friday stop, Mr. Campbell!” You said.

The corner of his mouth turned up and he raised his eyebrows. “You sure it’s not the liquor store, y/n?” He asked with a slight chuckle while looking at the bottle of wine in your hand.

You let out a full blown belly laugh. “Ok, well that’s my OTHER favorite Friday stop. You know I like my wine.” You said trying to control your laughter.

“What are you in the mood for today, my dear?” Mr. Campbell asked.

You inhaled sharply and let out a deep exhale. “Well I just had a very long and taxing lunch with my mother so something a little crazy with a lot of colors would be perfect.”

And that’s all he needed to hear. In a matter of minutes he moved from bucket to bucket, picking out every color flower he could get his fragile little hands on and arranged them especially for you into one crazy colored bouquet.

“Awww Mr. Campbell, they’re perfect, as always! Thank you!” You said handing him the money for the flowers and the nip of Jack Daniel’s you bought for him every Friday. “There’s better tasting whiskey out there, you sure you don’t want somethin’ else?”

“No, no…this is what I like y/n.” He said, getting back to the arrangement he was working on when you walked in.

“Ok, well you just let me know if you want something else. I gotta get goin’, I have a hot date with the couch and this wine when I get home.” You said sarcastically.

“It’s Friday night, my dear. You should go OUT on a date!” He said.

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes. “Oh no, don’t you start with me too Mr. Campbell. My mother said the same thing to me a little while ago. I’ll see you next week.” You said as you waved goodbye and reached for the door.

An incredibly handsome man on the other side of the door opened it for you and ushered you through. He was tall, with dark hair, a short beard, eyes as dark as the night sky and a perfect smile.

You smiled back. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” He said.

You didn’t look back and headed for home.

The flower shop after you left.

“Good afternoon, Mr. Russo. The usual for you today?” Mr. Campbell asked.

Billy had his long overcoat tucked under his arm, watching with a smile as he watched you walk down the street until you were out of sight.

“Yes please, Luther. That would be great.” Billy said softly as he paced around looking at all the different flowers.

Mr. Campbell had caught Billy looking at you when you left the shop.

“She’s beautiful, isn’t she.” He stated, raising his eyebrows.

Billy thought he had acted nonchalant while checking you out. “What?” Billy asked. “Oh…yes…she is. Was that her first time in here?”

“She comes in every Friday and buys flowers for herself.” Mr. Campbell said.

A sly smirk stretched across Billy’s face. “Well we can’t have that now can we, Luther.”

Mr. Campbell returned the smirk, looked at Billy over his glasses and asked. “Shall I add another bouquet to your weekly purchase, Billy?”

“Yes please, whatever she wants but do NOT tell her I’m the one that paid for them.” Billy said sternly.

“She is going to ask, so what am I supposed to tell her?” Said Mr. Campbell.

Billy rested his hand on the counter and pondered for a minute.

As he picked up his flowers and started to walk toward the door, Billy turned back to Mr. Campbell and said “Just tell her you are sworn to secrecy and she’ll find out…soon, I promise.”

**********

The following Friday after a long day at work, you clocked out and started your walk to the flower shop. The warm afternoon sun grazed the high points of your face as you strolled down the sidewalk just enjoying the crisp fall air, and in no rush to get where you were going.

This was your favorite time of year. Vendors in the street sold warm apple cider and kettle corn, people with their flushed cheeks hurried past you with their hands shoved into their jacket pockets, while a short gust of wind nearly took your hat right off of your head.

Your first stop was the liquor store. Mr. Campbell really enjoyed the nip of Jack Daniel’s you gave him every Friday, he always told you it was the best part of his week and you loved it too. It felt nice to have something steady in your life even if was just a sweet elderly man and a bouquet of self-bought flowers.

The wind caught the door on your way into the flower shop and you had a hard time holding on to it but you managed to close it before it flew off the hinges.

“A little windy out there, y/n?” He joked, barely looking up from the arrangement he was putting together.

You pressed your lips together and replied. “Just a little. I nearly lost my hat, Mr. Campbell!”

“So what sort of bouquet will make you feel good today, my dear.” He asked.

Looking around the shop, the sunflowers caught your eye. “Something with a few sunflowers, I think.” You said.

And off he went picking out autumn colors of burnt orange, bright yellow, and deep red with the sunflowers being the focal point in the middle next to fern like greens. It was a beautiful work of art just like every other week which always put a smile on your face.

As you opened your purse, Mr. Campbell stopped you, waving his hand at you to put your wallet away. “No…no, they’re already paid for y/n.”

You had a confused yet skeptical look on your face. “What do you mean they’re already paid for?” You said.

“Exactly what I said y/n, someone has already paid for your flowers.” He said, with a devilish grin stretched across his face.

“Well, who paid for them?” You asked.

“I am sworn to secrecy, my dear.” He said raising his hand and closing his eyes.

Reaching into your tote bag, you pulled out the nip of Jack Daniel’s. “Ya know I’m not sure you deserve this today but that wouldn’t be very nice of me, would it.” You said, narrowing your eyes at him.

“I’m sworn to secrecy but you will find out soon who paid for them, he promised.” He stated with a slight smile as you waved and left the store.

Who could it be?

For the next few weeks, every time you’ve gone to pay for your flowers they had already been paid for. You even treated yourself to long stem red roses one week, orchids the next and Mr. Campbell STILL insisted he had already been paid. It didn’t matter how expensive the flowers were, you didn’t have to pay a dime.

Every week, you would BEG Mr. Campbell to tell you who was paying for your bouquets but he didn’t fold. He didn’t give up the name of the man buying you whatever your little heart desired that week but he really loved watching you smile.

Finally on week number four, you walked in to pick out your flowers and after putting together your bouquet, Mr. Campbell had a little something extra to add…it was a note that said:

Someone as sweet as you shouldn’t have to buy their own flowers. I hope you’ve been enjoying them. Now look outside…

You looked up from the card toward the door and flashing his perfect smile at you was the handsome man that had held the door open for you a handful of weeks ago. Warmth rushed to your cheeks and suddenly there were butterflies in your stomach as he walked through the door and planted himself firmly in front of you.

“Billy Russo…it’s nice to finally meet you…” He said, extending his hand for you to shake.

You extended your hand. “It’s nice to meet you too, Billy. I’m y/f/n y/l/n. So you’re the one that swore Mr. Campbell to secrecy?” You asked.

“Ah I knew Luther would be able to keep my secret, although he wanted me to tell you two weeks ago. He can be a little impatient.” Billy said with a warm smile and a slight whisper.

Looking over the tops of his glasses, Mr. Campbell said. “Well don’t talk about me like I’m not here. And do you have something for me, my dear y/n?”

You had completely forgotten about the nip of Jack Daniel’s in your bag that was meant for him so you reached in the bag and set it on the counter.

“Oh!! I am so sorry Mr. Campbell. Here ya go.” You said.

He took the little nip bottle and walked into the back room, behind the counter. He was gone for a few minutes.

“So what do ya say? Will you have a drink with me? I promise, it will be something better than Jack Daniel’s.” Billy said.

You chuckled a little when you heard Mr. Campbell shout from the back room. “I heard that, Billy!”

“I knew you would, sir!” Billy shouted back. “He has the best flowers in town plus he’s a veteran and I like supporting veteran owned businesses.” Billy said.

You couldn’t help but stare into his eyes. They looked like two endless pools of dark chocolate and they weren’t looking at anything except you.

Moving a stray hair away from your face, you replied. “I do too…I have friends and family that are veterans. Did you serve, Billy?”

“Three tours in Iraq…one in Afghanistan.” He said softly, inching closer to you.

Mr. Campbell surprised both of you when he appeared from the back. “Will you two get outta here! You can learn all about each other over a drink…GO! Get out!” He said, practically shooing you out of his shop and handing Billy his flowers.

“Alright, alright Mr. Campbell, we’re going…I’ll see you next week!” You said as you waved and walked out the door with Billy.

“Well? You wanna have that drink with me, y/n?” Billy asked again.

You bit down on your lower lip and glanced at the ground before capturing his gaze again. “I’d love to.” You said. “But I do have to drop these flowers off at home first so they don’t wilt. I live only a couple blocks from here. And it looks like you have flowers to drop off as well. Can I meet you in an hour? Is that enough time?”

Billy smiled. “That’s perfect…don’t you wanna know where I’m going to drop these off?” He asked nervously before opening the door to his car.

“As long as they’re not going to a wife or a girlfriend, it’s really none of my business Billy. But if you wanna tell me, you’re more than welcome to tell me later or another time. It’s up to you.” You said with a welcoming smile.

Billy looked surprised by your answer, he wasn’t expecting it and ultimately it was his decision of whether or not he wanted to tell you where he went every week at this time.

“Well ok then. So I’ll meet you back here in an hour?” He asked.

“I’ll see you in an hour…and Billy?

He looked up so his eyes were locked on yours.

A big smile stretched across your lips as you said “Thank you for my flowers.”

Billy smiled a wide Cheshire cat smile and winked at you. “You’re welcome, y/n and I will see you very soon.”

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Control — @deepett .☘︎ ݁˖

Girls Like Me — @deepett .☘︎ ݁˖

STEVE HARRINGTON

Steve Eating You Out — @wroteclassicaly

Never Could’ve Seen You Coming — @supernovafics

Angel Eyes — @deepett .☘︎ ݁˖

STEDDIE

Part-Time Lovers — @deepett .☘︎ ݁˖

Jessie’s Girl — @deepett .☘︎ ݁˖

Kiss — @deepett .☘︎ ݁˖

[k-marzolf]

Masterlist pt. 2

Masterlist part one.

Billy Russo;

Drabbles;

// Pretty // River // Alone Together // Mine // Kindred Spirits // Scruffy // the world was on fire // card sharp // I’m the girl that’s kickin’ the coke machine // coffee and trigger fingers // possession // rabbit // chilly days // the wolf and the rabbit // sugar lips // Moondust // blood // we all have a hunger // broken crown — #2 // Diet Mountain Dew // it’s strange what desire will make foolish people do // violets and baby’s breath // summertime, and the livin’s easy // our blood is burning // my lover’s got humor // I’m all I’ll ever be // you stood in my doorway // blood & butterflies // atom to atom // warmth // comfort if you need it // drops of Jupiter // tell me how I mesmerize you // domesticity // tease me, please me // dandelion fluff // the darkest little paradise // I’m just gonna call you mine // devotee // the fox // a quarter for a kiss // perditus // Diamastigosis // Insomniac // Penelope // Polaris // Safe // woods & witches // untamed // Heavy in your Arms // Ain’t that a kick in the head // Gunpowder & Stitches // Cherry - 02 // I want your love // Dandelion // From You The Flowers Grow // Northern Lights // Hair Rollers & Doritos. // the dogs life // bob the unicorn // unmannerly // I know you do voodoo // miss radish // vanilla // Blackberry // Your heart is true // Cassandra // For what’s left me behind // Make me your Maria //

Yandere drabbles;

// teeth // walk on water just to kiss me //

Dark fics;

// you got me dancing in the dark // Natural //

Werepanther!Billy;

// Marked //

Rabbit Heart.

The Chain.

Monsters in the Dark

Imagine Being Loved By Me

Wicked Game

Ephemeral

Take Me To Church

[gvtted-ratz]

>request/idea rules<

requests: open

>marvel<

anthony "tony" stark/iron man, peter benjamin parker/spider-man, wade wilson/deadpool, helmut zemo, james "bucky" barnes/winter soldier, matthew "matt" murdock/daredevil, franklin "foggy" nelson, frank castle/the punisher, william "billy" russo/jigsaw, miguel o'hara, spider-punk/hobart "hobie" brown (smatsv)

>horror/thriller<

slashers/antagonists

billy lenz (black christmas 1974), brahms heelshire, martin mathias (martin 1977), harry warden/the miner (og and remake), asa emory (the collector), jason voorhees (og and 2009 remake), michael myers (og and rz remake), lester sinclair (house of wax), vincent sinclair (house of wax), mark hoffman (saw 4/5), lawrance gordan (saw 2004), hannibal lecter (nbc hannibal), will graham (nbc hannibal)

final/”good” guys

arkin o'brien (the collector/the collection), nicholas "nick" henry jones (house of wax), peter strahm (saw 4/5), adam faulkner stanheight (saw 2004), david radford (saw 0.5)

>games<

error 143

micah yujin

john doe +

john doe

duskwood 

richy rogers, phil hawkins, jake "hakermen", thomas, daniel "dan" anderson

killer frequency

forrest nash, henry barrow

the price of flesh

machaete, thomas (tom), jackal (jack/dean), derek goffard, matt goffard, mason heiral, dragon (jace/jason), komodo (mike/michael), the announcer (fox/ren hana)

that's not my neighbour 

physicist/dr. w. afton, milkman/francis mosses, hoon (milkman doppelganger), scarlet milk (milkman doppleganger), pilot/steven rudboys, d.d.d agent (hazmat guy), teutates taranis, abducius morail, yog sothoth

studio investigrave games

rody lamoree, vincent charbonneau, protagonist, co-worker, normal guy, fake protag, fake co-worker

call of duty (+modern warfare 2)

könig, simon "ghost" riley, kyle "gaz" garrick, john "soap" mactavish, alejandro vargas, rodolfo "rudy" parra, gary "roach" sanderson

>tv/movies/web-series<

the batman (2022)

the riddler/edward nashton

 there will be blood (2007)

eli sunday

marble hornets (2009-2014)

masky/timothy "tim" wright, skully/jay merrick, alexander "alex" kralie, hoody/brian thomas

>will not do<

• incest

• suicide

• ddlg/ddlb

• scat/urine

• pregnancy

• heavy angst

• age regression

• teacher/student

• sa/rape/non-con

• full smut/sex scenes

• illnesses/issues we're unfamiliar with (ask)

• underage/child anything (papa, uncle, child, etc. reader &/or character) - this includes childhood friend AUs

• fem reader (including pronouns/detailed anatomy due to high discomfort) - anything else is fine

> can/will do<

• fics (1k+)

• past abuse

• headcanons

• past self-harm

• drabbles (100-1k)

• alpha/beta/omega

• polyamory relationships

• blood, gore, violence, etc.

• anything soft, comfort, fluff

• aus (soulmate, cafe, bookstore, etc.)

• some ships/otps/rarepairs (feel free to ask)

• death of character/reader (character/reader kills the other)

• nearly any pronouns (including neos, just provide pronouns)

• male/masc, gender-neutral, nonbinary, trans male reader, inhuman reader (this includes monster, alien, divine etc.)

• "steamy" scenes/dub-con <- will be posted on ao3 ONLY (link will be provided for requests)

[hiraeth-witch-11]

Billy's Pet

Part 1

Warnings: kidnapping, running, blood and injury, Billy Russo

Word Count: 400ish

“There’s no use in hidin’, pet. I can smell you,” Billy’s voice seems to echo through the densely wooded forest.

You try to catch your breath, ducking behind a tree for a moment.

“Come on, you didn’t even give me a chance.” His voice is everywhere at once, you have no idea where it’s coming from. No idea which way to run from this monster of a man. Pushing off against the rough bark of the trunk, you begin running again. With nothing on your feet but socks, you feel every rock, twig, and barb as your feet pound against the dirt.

"I'm gonna be honest, I'm taking this kinda personally." The forest is silent except for his voice and your movements.

Your heart is pounding so hard, you think it's about to burst.

“Tell you what, if you stop runnin’ now, I won’t punish you. Much.” His voice is amused, playful, and feels closer every time he speaks.

You look around frantically, searching for the terrifying man who had stolen you from your home.  It’s a mistake, you should have been watching where you stepped. You trip, hands coming out in front to catch you, but you aren’t fast enough. You hit your head with a painful thunk. For what may have been seconds or hours, you are stunned. Forehead throbbing, lungs burning, feet numb with the cold. 

“There you are, pet. Aw, you’re bleedin’, poor thing. This wouldn’t’a happened if you’d just stayed in your room.” His voice seems to reverberate through your mind, bouncing against your skull along with the pain. You force yourself up, preparing to run when a large hand tangles into your hair, holding you in place. You yelp in pain as you struggle against the hold, hair pulling against your scalp.

“Let me go you fucking psycho!” You scream. You claw at his hand in your hair, but it’s useless.

“That’s no way to talk to me, pet. I know you’re upset, but I expect you to at least try to be polite.” Billy angles your head until you have no choice but to meet his gaze, neck stretching uncomfortably. You squeeze your eyes shut tightly.

His lips brush against your ear, sending an involuntary shudder throughout your body. Heat floods your core as he whispers, “Open your eyes, pet. You know you want to.”

You try to resist, muttering no over and over.

“Wouldn’t it feel so nice to open your eyes? Don’t you want to look at me?” Deep, seductive, powerful. So powerful that you couldn’t resist. Your eyes open of their own accord, lids relaxing.

“Very good girl, pet.” Billy’s dark, piercing brown eyes trap your gaze and you are helpless. “Now I want you to go to sleep.”

*******

If you want to be put on, or taken off my taglists, feel free to tell me!

Series list:

Billy Russo Taglist: @snowkestrel, happydeanpotter, jvanilly

Everything Taglist: @kayhi808,

[dalekofchaos]

Fantasy Booking:WCW never goes out of business

In March of 2001, AOL TimeWarner sold off WCW and all it's trademarks, championships, many of it's wrestlers and their entire tape library to the World Wrestling Federation. This happened, because on top of WCW's declining ratings in the Monday Night Wars (thank you SO much Vince Russo), AOL had no interest in airing wrestling on TNT anymore.

So now, we explore an alternate timeline of events, where Eric Bischoff and Fusient Media, beat the WWF in purchasing WCW from AOL TimeWarner in spring of 2001.

So now, Bischoff has basically paid out of pocket to keep WCW out of the hands of the uncaring WWF and it's monster of a CEO. So, what now? Well, WCW would most likely be nearly broke at this point, and would have very little money left to spend. Many lower-card wrestlers would likely get benched, and weekly shows would ALL get cancelled. This includes: Nitro and Thunder!

WCW would be forced to do what TNA did initially in our timeline: do PPV's ONLY, until they could find a new channel to air their weekly programming. Now, it just so happens, that later that same year, the WWF's flagship show: Monday Night Raw, would leave it's traditional home: the USA Network, to begin a four year stint on Spike TV. The USA Network experienced a HUGE loss with this change, and that's where WCW would step in. WCW even in it's worst days, were getting higher weekly ratings than TNA did in it's PRIME. So, needless to say, a now wrestling deprived USA Network, would pick up Nitro and the Monday Night Wars would be BACK ON.

Throughout all of this, Scott Steiner and Booker T, would likely remain on top of the mountain in WCW. Due to many wrestlers getting released, the WCW Cruiserweight Tag Team titles would likely be retired, as would the Hardcore title. With Nitro's re-airing, WCW bring back the Television championship, which is put on the line in a tournament which is won either by a creatively deprived mid-carder (Billy Kidman), or a promising rookie (AJ Styles).

Hulk Hogan, Scott Hall and Kevin Nash would most likely NOT return to this new WCW. Instead, like many other wrestlers, they would sit at home and let their AOL TimeWarner contracts expire and would most likely join the WWF in early 2002 like they did IRL. Sting on the other hand, I could imagine returning to weekly programming, along with Diamond Dallas Page. DDP was willing to join the WWF IMMEDIATELY after WCW's cancellation IRL, so I think he'd come back to WCW instead of waiting it out. As for Sting, WCW was his home and he refused to join the WWF for many years. I think his loyalty would shine through, and he'd return as well.

Rey Mysterio Jr would wait out his contract like IRL and would get offers from both WWF and WCW. He'd agree to return to WCW, only if they gave him his mask back. Whether Bischoff agrees is up to him and him alone. Hopefully he lets him have it back.

AJ Styles, at least I HOPE, would remain employed by WCW. I think at this point in his career, Styles wouldn't dare leave a company like WCW, that could really help him get a foot in the door. His tag partner, Air Paris, would most likely be released. I think anyone could see Styles potential even this early on, and he'd be worth keeping in the long run. Hopefully, Bischoff would agree with me on that.

WCW's ratings would DEFINTELY increase throughout the 2000's. They'd actually be able to compete with WWE in my opinion, both because fans started losing interest in WWE frequently throughout the decade, and WCW has a LOT more legitimacy as a company than TNA did. TNA lost the second Monday Night War so definitively, because people couldn't take them seriously. WCW with it's rich history, is a very different story.

Now, when considering WCW in the long run, we have to sit back and ask ourselves, what wrestlers would NEVER join WCW? Well, here's a list of wrestlers I think wouldn't be on the table for WCW:

The Undertaker - Similar to Sting with WCW, Taker is a WWF man through and through. There's no WAY he would ever jump ship.

Kane - Same reason as the Undertaker.

Stone Cold Steve Austin - Austin would hold a grudge against Eric Bischoff for his unjust firing in 1995 while he was out with injury. Even when he walked out on the WWF in 2002, Austin wouldn't be caught dead on WCW programming.

The Rock - Rock's loyalty to the WWF would remain intact. The WWF made him a star, and he wouldn't forget that. Plus, WWF would finance his early films like IRL, making him a WWF-lifer.

Eddie Guerrero - Guerrero hated the way he was treated in WCW, hence why he left them in 2000. Would be unlikely to ever return, even when WWF briefly fired him.

Chris Benoit - Benoit also left WCW in a huff in 2000 for the same reasons as Eddie. Even being crowned WCW World champion, wasn't enough to keep Benoit around, so I see no reason why he'd budge.

Randy Orton - Bob Orton Jr never went to WCW during the Monday Night Wars, and I couldn't imagine him doing so in the early 2000's either. So therefore, his son Randy, would only get his wrestling career opportunity in WWE.

Batista - Had previously been rejected from the WCW Powerplant, and was told he would never make it in the business. Batista would NEVER forget that, and wouldn't think twice about joining and staying with the WWE instead.

Daniel Bryan - William Regal and Shawn Michaels trained him to wrestle. He would of course want to join them in WWE.

The Miz - WCW wouldn't even let him in the door, let's be honest.

I'm sure there's plenty of other people I'm missing, but for now let's go with this.

Now, I do believe WCW would operate somewhat like TNA did in its early years. Apart from the PPV-exclusive format WCW would operate with throughout most of 2001, it would also likely feature a lot of the same wrestlers. However, it's also important to note, that TNA would NEVER exist in this timeline. Jeff Jarrett formed it because WCW shut down and he knew WWF wouldn't want him after what he pulled in 1999. So, he formed TNA, so he'd have a non-WWF promotion to call home. In this timeline, WCW never closes, so Jarrett remains in WCW and TNA is never formed.

In 2004, Brock Lesnar would be picked up by WCW. Brock left WWE IRL in 2004, because they're schedule was too much for Brock to handle. WCW prided itself in it's lighter schedule, and Brock would be the biggest free agent in wrestling. Lesnar would agree, on the condition that he be given extended periods of inactivity in order to pursue the NFL (and later UFC), which WCW would agree to do. Anything to get Lesnar. In fact, I'd bet that many UFC fighters would join WCW. Eric Bischoff has a real appreciation for MMA and other contact sports, and we'd likely see a lot of UFC/WCW cross-promotions.

WCW throughout the 2000's, would also likely hire all the big indie stars not signed by the WWE. CM Punk is a definite in my opinion. Although, I could also imagine Punk joining WWE instead, since Paul Heyman was the one who vouched for him, and Heyman was in WWE, NOT WCW. However, if WCW values wrestling (which it normally did), then WCW would come knocking on Punk's door.

Samoa Joe would be a definite yes for WCW. I'm honestly surprised Joe ever went to WWE, considering how rude Jim Ross apparently was to him early in his indie career. With no TNA, Joe would go to WCW and would quickly rise to the main event.

Kurt Angle would likely join WCW in 2006, after leaving the WWE like he did IRL. He'd be a MAJOR signing for WCW, and would definitely help further boost ratings.

Other people I could imagine joining WCW throughout the years include:

Bobby Lashley

Drew McIntyre

Seth Rollins

Jon Moxley

Lance Archer

Big Show

AJ Lee

Charlotte Flair

Gail Kim

Awesome Kong

Cesaro

Jay Lethal

Richie Steamboat

Again, I'm sure I've missed a lot of people, but these ones all stick out to me personally.

Some effects WCW's presence would have on WWE, include the fact that Evolution would never be formed (at least not in the same way). There's a VERY real chance that Triple H and Shawn Michaels could both have joined WCW, if Hall and Nash had decided to stay in WCW. If not, then Ric Flair definitely would've stayed in WCW, and Evolution might not have happened at all.

Another thing is that John Cena might never have become a big deal. WWE came very close to firing Cena, and there's a chance that because of the butterfly effect, Stephanie McMahon never discovers his rapping ability, and Cena is fired. If that's the case, Cena probably wouldn't have gone to WCW, since they wouldn't see much value in a kid who at the time, had no visible charisma and was fairly average in the ring.

Cody Rhodes also never would've joined WWE or formed AEW. Dusty Rhodes and Goldust would've stayed in WCW instead of joining the WWF, and thus Cody would be trained in the WCW Powerplant and debuted on Nitro in 2007. Cody would be treated a LOT better than IRL, and would've become one of WCW's biggest players of the 2010's. No mistreatment by WWE, means no Stardust, no American Nightmare, no AEW, and no run in WWE period. Cody would be WCW-bound for life.

The Hardy Boyz would also be WCW-bound. Jeff was fired from WWE in 2003 after refusing to go to rehab. He'd be a hot free agent that WCW couldn't possibly pass up. Matt would join him in 2005, when WWE fires him for his online post about Edge and Lita's affair.

Ring of Honor would still exist, but probably wouldn't rise to prominence like IRL, since ROH became popular because of WCW's demise. When WCW shut down, people yearned for an alternative to WWE. But now, WCW is still around and thus ROH is a lot more obscure. If WCW got to a point of getting rich again, I could imagine them buying it out like Tony Khan did IRL. The wealth of talent ROH could provide WCW with would be INSANE.

Now, if CM Punk DID join WCW, then he never would've retired in 2014. He would be likely treated a little better, get no staph infection, and would remain active throughout the entirety of the 2010's. He'd probably never marry AJ Lee sadly, although I could imagine Lee going to WCW, since WWE's women's division was AWFUL for a long time. Then again WCW's wasn't that much better honestly, though hopefully that would change in this timeline.

The nWo would absolutely be revived at some point, with new members. CM Punk would be a FANTASTIC nWo leader.

The WWE as a whole, would probably be a better overall product. Vince wouldn't get an inflated ego from purchasing both ECW and WCW, and would still operate like he did in the Attitude Era. WWE would still lose viewers after the deaths of Eddie and Benoit. WWE would still go PG and despite the ongoing Monday Night Wars, Vince McMahon CLEARLY has mental health problems in real life, so it wouldn't stop him from micromanaging. WWE would remain out of touch with it's fans and continue pushing wrestlers that fans don't like. With Edge, Shawn Michaels, Triple H, Undertaker and Batista all leaving WWE in 2010 and 11, plus with Cena possibly never becoming a main eventer, WWE suffers a LOT in the early 2010's, helping WCW gain even more fan support with better promos and matches.

WCW would form a working partnership with NJPW, which would really help them even more, since it would get them wrestlers like Kenny Omega, Shinsuke Nakamura, Jushin Liger, Jay White and Kazuchika Okada to perform on Nitro. Just IMAGINE THAT.

By today, WCW would be more popular than WWE and AEW in our timeline. It would get millions of viewers a week, and WWE would likely become a shell of it's former self. The wrestling landscape is a lot healthier, with viewers and performers having a different place to watch/wrestle, that was actually on WWE's level. TNA suffered because it was a lesser promotion, with a short history, and a roster of WWE's leftovers. Plus it was run by Vince Russo and Dixie Carter. Ugh.

WCW surviving would've been the best thing possible for wrestling as a whole. We can blame Vince McMahon, for yet another thing he robbed the world of. Thank you so so much Vince. We REALLY appreciate it.

The current champions for WCW are as follows:

WCW World Heavyweight Champion: Cody Rhodes

WCW United States Champion: Seth Rollins

WCW Women’s Champion: Charlotte Flair

WCW World Television Champion: AJ Styles

WCW World Cruiserweight Champion: Adam Cole

WCW World Tag Team Champions: FTR

[the-cult-of-russo]

Such a Softer Sin (Part 20)

Pairing: Billy Russo x Reader

Warnings: I’m not specifically tagging this one, if you’ve seen the show, nothing will shock you. Smut will happen eventually so minors DNI, thanks.

A/N: Thank you to everyone who’s given this story a chance and to those still enjoying it. Big shout out to everyone who’s reblogged or replied on it too, letting me know your thoughts. I’ve really been enjoying watching you all react to the chapters and lose your minds looool

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“Demitri and Damon, you’ll be on gate duty,” you explained, looking at the clipboard in your hand.

“Yes, Your Majesty,” they bowed before they went on their way and then you looked at Viron, the last one left as he waited patiently.

“And you’re needed at the outpost, Viron,” you smiled and he smiled back, bowing his head.

“Thank you, Your Majesty,” he said and you narrowed your eyes at him as he left. You were trying to settle into your new role here but it was odd having everyone address you this way, especially your old pack members. You’d tried for days to get them to just use your name but it was like pulling teeth. You sighed as you started making your way to the castle and Azalea walked over to you as you stepped inside.

“I’ll take that, Your Majesty,” she smirked, plucking the clipboard from your hands and you gave her a dirty look.

“I will beat you with the clipboard,” you warned and she snorted, eyes flashing with mischief. She knew how much it annoyed you and it seemed to be her favorite thing to call you now. 

“He’s in his office,” she smiled knowingly and you grinned, rolling your eyes at her as you chuckled and started up the stairs. Billy had another desk put in his office for you now, though you hoped not to be sitting at it all the time, it seemed boring. You even had a new uniform to match him and luckily, it didn’t comprise of a dress. Black pants, white tunic and a cream and gold jacket that was fitted to you, just like Billy. You’d kept your old corset belt, the one he’d got you when you arrived here that was black with gold ties. You really hadn’t thought it meant something at the time but you knew better now. You remembered how Atticus had been so insistent that it was something more and the memory felt like a smack to the face as your feet stilled on the stairs. You didn't like thinking about Atti like that, like the boy he used to be before it all went wrong because you’d killed him and it hurt too much. It was far easier to remember the monster he’d become because it made you feel less guilty. You locked the memories away as quick as they came before you carried on your way to the office. When you opened the door, Billy was sitting at his desk writing something, looking up at you with a smile. Your eyes drifted over to your desk that had been empty the day before to now see a mountain of envelopes on it.

“What’s that?” you asked slowly, walking into the office more. 

“Fan mail,” Billy smirked and your eyes widened, going back to the pile. 

“It’s customary to reply to most of ‘em, but there’s no rush, just take your time,” he murmured and you nodded, feeling relieved that you weren't expected to reply to them all today. You glanced back at him then and realized he was doing the same thing as he replied to letters and it touched you a little. That he made time for things like this, to speak to his people even though there was so much going on around you all. You wondered what kind of letters he got, what they asked of him, as you made your way to your desk and sat down, eyeing the mountain warily.

Most of the letters you opened were congratulating you on becoming Queen, telling you they were happy for you and looking forward to seeing what you do in your new role. A few even mentioned your old nickname The Dancer of Death, telling you they couldn't believe you were Queen now and they thought you were perfect for the role. You were surprised by how many letters from kids you got, mostly little girls telling you how they were excited to have a Queen now to look up to, that they hoped they could be Queen one day too and it made you smile. When you really thought about it, one of them could end up being Queen when the heir is born. After all, you’d had no idea you’d been fated to the King yourself. You thought back to Karen’s words as she got you ready for the ritual and you nibbled your lower lip as you glanced at Billy. He was writing something with concentration on his face, his hand reaching out absentmindedly to pick up his glass of what smelt like brandy before he brought it to his lips. 

“So… what’s the timeline here for me giving you an heir?” you asked bluntly and he choked on his drink. Your eyes went wide as he coughed and spluttered, smacking himself in the chest before he turned his wide eyes to you.

“What?” he asked, voice a little raspy. You shrugged and shifted in your seat as you looked at him.

“I know you need an heir but I don’t know how this works. I don’t know if there's a clock we’re working against,” you muttered and he just blinked at you for a long moment and you wondered if you’d broken him. 

“There's uh… there’s no rush. It’ll happen when we’re ready,” he murmured.

“Are you ready? You asked pointedly. 

“I’ve been ready for a good few hundred years now,” he chuckled jokingly and a deep frown creased your brows as guilt burrowed inside of you. You felt conflicted. You felt your wolf now, although you’d admit it was a jarring sensation after being so long with it, and the wolf wanted to give him babies and she wanted it right now, the animal in you craving it. But you couldn't help but worry and feel a little like everything was moving far too quickly. You looked at him and he was already watching you with concern all over his face. The love you felt for this man was overwhelming sometimes and as you looked at him, you knew deep down you did want kids with him and it was a strange realistion to come to in only minutes. 

“Like I said, there’s no rush. If you want to wait a year, two or a hundred, it don’t matter to me,” he said softly, trying to soothe you and you felt warmth blossom in your chest at how caring he was. You knew how much he wanted this, how long he’d waited and yet he would allow you to make him wait even longer just because he loved you. It was for this very reason why you knew you wanted kids with him.

“I’m just worried about it all, I guess. It’s not a good time with the war coming,” you mused and he hummed with a nod.

“You’re not wrong there,” he murmured.

“Maybe… maybe after the war we can talk about it again," you suggested with a shrug. You knew the main thing holding you back right now was the threat dangling over you all and once that was dealt with, you knew you'd be more receptive to the idea. 

“That's a deal,” he smiled at you, looking somewhat relieved and you smiled back, glad to have that talk out of the way. 

You ended up getting a lot of letters done and ready to send off and you felt a little proud of yourself. It was a big moment for you, your first time connecting with your people that were outside of the walls. It was easy to forget they existed in your little bubble here but you didn't just have a responsibility to the Royal pack, but every wolf to exist. You found your mind drifting to Kos as you wrote, memories hitting you left and right and your heart kept tugging uncomfortably. You’d been thinking constantly these past few days about trying to contact the Goddess to ask her about him, to find out if he was okay wherever he was. Your eyes drifted to Billy as he wrote before you looked away. You knew you could just ask him to contact her, or to ask if it was even possible for you to. Just because you were his mate didn't mean you’d have a direct line to his mother. You couldn't bring yourself to ask him though, not wanting to bother him when he already had so much on his plate and you felt a little silly about what you wanted to ask so you kept your mouth shut. 

“Alright, my hand hurts, I think that’s it for me today,” you murmured wryly and he snorted at you.

“I’m gonna stay here a bit longer, get more done. I’ve got a shit tonne to get through,” he remarked with a sardonic grin and you stood up, walking over to him. 

“You are quite a remarkable man, I don’t blame people for writing in to you,” you smirked, raising a brow at him as you got to his chair. 

“Is that right?” he drawled and you shot him a devilish smirk before you leaned down and kissed him. He deepened the kiss, his hand on the back of your neck to stop you from escaping and you lost yourself in him as you did every time he kissed you. When you moved away, he was smirking at you and you smiled. 

“I’ll let you get back to work,” you murmured and his smirk turned into a soft smile. 

“I’ll see you at dinner. I love you,” he said softly and your lips tugged up. He seemed to say it often, like he needed you to know every second you were awake.

“I love you too,” you smiled down at him. 

As you walked down the hall, you stopped by the stairs. You’d been planning on resting in your room for a bit, maybe reading a little before dinner. But now your eyes drifted to the stairs as you found a pull gnawing at you. You blew a breath out of your nose before you started down the stairs, slowly making your way to the temple room door. You looked at it warily for a long moment before you pushed it open and stepped inside, going down the stairs. You almost felt like you were doing something wrong by being in here without Billy or without his permission. When your eyes landed on the altar, a barrage of memories hit you that made you feel flustered and you moved over, standing with your back against it so your mind wasn't full of dirty thoughts when you tried to connect the Goddess. It was more than inappropriate. 

“I don’t know how all this works or if you can even hear me. I’m probably just talking to myself right now like a crazy person,” you said quietly, shifting where you stood uncertainly. 

“I mean, it's strange enough that you’re basically my mother in law now,” you added, shaking your head at yourself as you rambled. 

“I just wanted to ask you about Kos… I need to know if he’s okay,” you frowned. You felt something like a breeze whip around you and you tensed up, glancing around nervously. 

He’s at peace.

You jumped and looked around again, eyes wide. The voice was in your head yet seemed like it bounced off the walls all at the same time. You felt your whole body sag in relief at her words though and you felt tears prick your eyes. 

“Is he happy?” you asked tearfully, your voice high and strained. 

Yes, he’s been reunited with his mate. You need not worry, my child.

Your hand flew to your mouth to stifle the cry that came out of it. The crushing weight that had been ceaselessly pressing down on your chest finally started to lift knowing he was happy and with his mate. It meant you could really start to accept his death as he was happy, at peace. 

He’s proud of you. He thinks you make a fine Queen.

Your chest was heaving as you sobbed, a mixture of happiness and pain washing over you. 

“Thank you,” you wept and you felt the breeze die down to nothing around you. It was only a few moments later when the door burst open and a panicked looking Billy was staring at you with wide eyes. 

“What’s wrong? What happened?” he asked frantically and you could feel his concern. You wondered if he’d felt your pain from upstairs. He moved over to you, cupping your cheeks as his dark eyes scanned your face and his thumbs wiped away your tears. 

“I spoke to your mother,” you admitted with a sniffle, the sobs starting to ease off. His brows flew off his head, looking at you in shock.

“Did it work? I wasn’t sure how it all worked,” he asked carefully and you nodded. 

“I asked her about Kos, I wanted to know if he was okay,” you explained and his eyes softened.

“What did she say?” he asked as he gazed down at you.

“He’s at peace, he’s with Irene,” you murmured with a shaky voice and he pulled you closer, hugging you as he pressed a kiss to your head and you sunk into his comfort. He held you until you calmed down completely and you once again felt lucky to have him.

“Why didn’t you come to me about this?” he asked with a small frown as he moved away and you looked away sheepishly. 

“I just felt stupid and I didn’t want to bother you,” you admitted with a shrug. You wouldn’t look at him, heat stinging your cheeks and he grabbed your chin, making you face him.

“You’re never a bother to me. Ever. No matter what it is, you can always come to me about it,” he said firmly and you blinked up at him.

“Don’t ever think you’re a burden to me, ‘cause you’re not. You can come to me about anything,” he implored and you smiled with a nod. 

“Thank you,” you murmured. He shot you a smile, leaning down and placing a chaste kiss to your lips.

“We should head to dinner before Frank eats it all,” he grinned and you snorted, feeling so much lighter since your conversation with the Goddess. You felt like maybe you could finally start to heal after all.

The next day, you were walking down the hall after being in your office for a few hours trying to get through the rest of the letters. You’d been alone as Billy had been busy with his warriors in the grounds outside. You’d managed to get almost all of them done but you had a feeling more would come flooding in soon. From what you’d seen with Billy, it was a never ending thing. As you walked down the hall, you were once again struck with the beauty of the stained glass window and just like the first time you’d seen it, your eyes were glued to it as you walked, loving how the sunlight filtered in and caused streams of different colored light inside. You looked back just in time to see Viktor walk out of a room and narrowly missed bumping into him. 

“Your Majesty,” he muttered, looking surprised to see you as he bowed. He didn't stay to talk, instead, he hurried off quicker than you’d ever seen him move. You’d almost forgotten about the Council since you’d barely seen them since you got here, almost like they were avoiding you on purpose. You glanced over your shoulder as he scurried away and your wolf started snarling viciously in your head and it caught you off guard. Something in the back of your mind was screaming at you that something was off about the Council and you thought back to Frank and Azalea telling you the Council were the ones to bring in Aurora. Alarm bells were going off as your wolf growled and you frowned to yourself, unable to shake the feeling. Something just didn't feel right. You chewed your lower lip before you set back off down the hall, but you didn't go to the stairs like you planned. You stopped at another door and knocked firmly. Karen swung the door open, shooting you a smile as you quirked a brow.

“What happened to you?” you asked in amazement. The woman was standing there looking like she'd been in a fight with her herb jars. She was covered in them, head to toe.

“Oh… just a spell gone wrong, it’s nothing,” she snorted, waving you off as she opened the door and let you inside. Billy called this Karen’s office but Karen called it her potion room. 

“What’s up?” she asked you with a smile and you frowned, wrapping your arms around yourself. You almost felt you were opening a can of worms here and that you had no place to do such a thing, even if you were Queen. She murmured your name and you looked back at her worried face and you sighed. 

“Can you make a truth serum?” you asked and her eyes widened a little.

“Why?” she asked curiously.

“I… I think the Council might have something to do with Atticus and Aurora,” you admitted and her eyes widened even more. 

“I mean, they brought her in, right? And it wasn't standard protocol either, Billy had no say in it. They just brought her here and that was that. And it turned out she was with the vampires the whole time, it’s just sketchy to me,” you rambled and she nodded.

“Honestly, I’ve never liked them. I don’t understand why Billy has them around, I wouldn't put it past them,” she muttered tensely and you felt relieved she was siding with you in this. You knew speaking to Billy about it was going to be rough. He trusted them for some reason and he kept them around because they were a help to him. You wondered if he thought because they’d served him for so long that they were loyal to him but you really couldn't get over the feelings you had or the way your wolf reacted to Vikor. You had no idea how he’d take the news. 

“I’ll make it right away for you,” Karen assured, rushing over to some of her many shelves as she started to grab jars off them quickly. 

“Thank you. I’ll go and speak to Billy,” you sighed and she gave you a look that said ‘good luck’.

When you got outside, your eyes found Billy right away. He was over in the training area talking to Frank and Curtis. You walked over to him and he turned as if sensing your presence, smiling as you approached.

“I need to talk to you,” you muttered, nerves blooming in your stomach at his reaction. 

“What is it?” he asked warily and you opened and closed your mouth a little, trying to figure out the best way to phrase it. 

“You're makin’ me a little nervous here,” he admitted with an anxious chuckle. Frank and Curtis were lingering next to him, eyeing you carefully.

“How much do you trust your Council?” you asked him bluntly. His eyes narrowed a little, his shoulder rolling.

“With my life,” he answered simply and you looked away, nervously nibbling your lower lip.

“Why?” he asked worriedly when you didn’t say anything and you looked up at him with a frown.

“I… I think they had something to do with Atti and Aurora,” you admitted and he looked like you smacked him across the face.

“What?” he asked incredulously. He looked conflicted, like he wanted to listen to you as his mate but like he couldn't quite accept your words.

“It’s not that hard to believe, Bill,” Frank muttered from beside him and Billy’s head whipped to him, confusion and surprise on his face. You were a little surprised too but you were quickly learning that most people didn't have good feelings about the Council.

“They’ve had their eye on the crown for a while, man. Why the hell do you think I don’t bother with ‘em? They’re power hungry assholes,” Frank shrugged and a deep frown creased Billy’s brows. 

“Why the fuck didn’t you tell me how you felt?” Billy bit out and Frank leveled a look at him.

“You wouldn’ta listened and you know it,” he huffed. 

“I asked Karen to make me a truth serum. This whole thing can be cleared up pretty easily if they take it. If they have nothing to hide, then they won’t have a problem with it and then maybe I’m wrong and I’ll just look like an idiot,” you murmured and Billy’s eyes went back to you. You could feel how upset he was at the idea of being betrayed like that but you could see he was also struggling to really believe it. 

“Can you guys go and get ‘em, take ‘em to the meetin’ room,” Billy muttered and they nodded as they made their way to the castle. You looked at him warily, a concerned frown on your face as he just stared at the castle deep in thought.

“Are you okay?” you asked softly and he looked back at you. 

“I… I don’t know. I’ve trusted ‘em for so long and if they broke that trust… I don’t know how I’d handle it,” he frowned, shaking his head. 

“If you’re right about this then they had a hand in what happened to Kos and that means I’ve failed you all over again,” he lamented and your heart ached for him as you stepped closer, taking his hand. 

“It’s not your fault, Billy. Your heart is too big. It’s admirable how loyal you are and I love that about you. It's just… unfortunately not everyone has that same loyalty,” you said softly. He nodded, blowing out a breath before he rolled his shoulder again. 

“Let's get this over with then,” he muttered and you nodded, the pair of you going to the castle. 

When you walked into the meeting room, the Council were sitting on one side of the long table, Frank and Curtis stood on the other side and Karen lingering near the door. 

“Your Majesties,” Viktor said quietly, the three Councilman bowing their heads before they looked to Billy,

“What is this about?” Viktor asked carefully. Billy said nothing, his face stoney and you could feel him barely holding onto his composure. Karen handed you the vials and you set them in front of them. They all looked at each other warily and you tilted your head as you tried to suss them out.

“What is it? Viktor asked suspiciously.

“Truth serum,” you supplied bluntly.

“What is the meaning of this?” Frederik hissed angrily. “Why are we being poisoned with magic to be interrogated like prisoners?” 

“If that were the case then you’d be down in the cells. If you got nothin’ to hide then it shouldn't be a problem,” Billy muttered with a glare. You could tell he was getting more suspicious at their protests and so were you.

“If you don’t take it, I don’t mind givin’ you a helpin’ hand,” Frank growled dangerously, eyes flashing with fire as he stared them down.

“This is disrespectful and ridiculous! Ever since she became Queen, you’ve been slipping as leader!” Alaric sneered at Billy. You jumped out of your skin as Billy slammed his hand down on the table, looming over it as he bared his teeth at them.

“Watch your mouth or I’ll rip your goddamn tongue out of it,” he snarled viciously and Alaric blanched. You suddenly felt the weight of Billy’s Alpha aura and even you weren't immune to the urge to bow your head but you fought it. 

“Take the fuckin’ serum,” he growled and with his Alpha aura bearing down on them, they reached out with shaky hands as they drank it.

“It should take effect immediately,” Karen murmured from where she was anxiously hovering near the door and Frank nodded at her. He stepped closer to the table, tilting his head as he looked at the men.

“Are you loyal to the King?” he asked them harshly. 

“No,” Viktor muttered and it felt like all the air in the room got sucked right out. You were hit by a wall of rage that stunned you and as you looked at Billy, you realized it was his. You reached out, grasping his hand hoping to ground him. You needed answers first and you wouldn't get them if he killed them. You were angry yourself that these pompous assholes had something to do with all of this. If they’d never have brought Aurora here then Atticus would never have met her and lost his mind. He never would have done what he did and you’d never had to have killed him.

“Do you have an allegiance to the vampires?” Frank asked them roughly. 

“Yes,” Frederik answered and a growl ripped from Billy’s throat.

“Why?” Frank snarled.

“They offered us control of the wolves when Billy was gone,” Frederik explained. You were left confused by his words as you knew Billy was immortal. You could only presume they were planning on taking him captive somewhere and the idea filled you with rage. It also meant they had probably planned to do the same to you and the others who couldn't die.

“Did you have anything to do with Atticus and Aurora?” you asked, scared of the answer you might get. Viktor started laughing and it felt like your whole body tensed up.

“Yes,” he answered with a cruel smile and you felt your blood run ice cold. A ferocious snarl left your lips as you went to lunge over the table but Billy grabbed you from behind. 

“They’ll suffer later, not yet,” he whispered to you and you tried to let his presence soothe the beast inside of you that wanted blood. You stepped back, breathing heavily as you tried to calm yourself. Alaric turned his gaze to you then, a grin on his face that was chilling.

“The thing with Atticus was our idea and we brought it to the Vampire King. We knew the chain of events that would unfold would undo you. We knew you were the King’s mate from that first dinner and you needed to be dealt with. We figured that if you lost control or died before the ritual, then the King would also fall,” he said gleefully and you shook your head in shock. 

“We were hoping the King would just find a way to kill himself after that,” Viktor supplied unflinchingly. Frank roared, leaping over the table as he threw a punch that landed right on Viktor’s jaw and Curtis ran to drag him off him. Frederik started laughing as he stared right at your shocked and horrified face like he was enjoying it. You weren't sure if the truth serum was still working or if they wanted to hurt you since they’d already said too much and they knew they weren’t getting out of this. 

“Aurora had been with the vampires most of her life and she infiltrated the castle with our help to get inside information to help them, information we might not be able to provide… She wasn’t even Atticus’ mate, he was under a love spell,” he grinned callously and it felt like the world stopped rotating for a moment as you stumbled back and Billy reached out to steady you. It was a love spell. You felt sick. That meant that while he still did what he did, there had been a chance of redemption for him. The spell would have worn off after a little bit and maybe he would have come back to his senses. You knew it would have destroyed him when he’d learn of what he’d done, especially if he learned it was all for nothing. But he was dead now, he’d never get that second chance. Everything made more sense now, a mate bond didn't make you snap like he had, to kill his own Alpha. Now you knew he’d been under the influence of magic, guilt gripped you in a vice-like hold that it hadn't been his fault at all. He hadn't been in control of himself and they’d used him. They’d used him and you’d killed him for it and you felt like you couldn't breathe. 

You felt Billy guiding you out of the room, your whole body shaking in shock and he shut the door as you both stood in the hallway.

“I’m a monster,” you lamented tearfully, eyes wide and unfocused. Billy’s hands came to your face, turning it up to look at his worried eyes.

“No, you’re not,” he said firmly, shaking his head. 

“I am! I killed my brother when all he was guilty of was being used by the enemy! I should have known something else was going on, that Atti wouldn't do this!” you cried as utter devastation wrecked your entire being.

“Look at me, sweetheart,” he demanded as you screwed your eyes shut and his hands tightened on your face.

“This is not your fault. You weren’t to know about this, just as I hadn’t,” he murmured vehemently. You swayed where you stood, blinking your tearful eyes at him before you stepped back and his hands slid from your face. He was frowning at you as you wiped your eyes angrily.

“I want them dead for this,” you growled, your eyes burning embers as they connected with his.

“I know, don’t worry, I’m gonna deal with it,” he nodded and his face was so full of pain you came to realize it was because he was feeling yours.

“I’ll make ‘em suffer for what they did,” he vowed and you nodded with a sniffle, wiping at your eyes again. 

“I need some air,” you muttered, reeling from the shock of it all and he nodded, looking like he wanted to reach out and comfort you but he seemed to think better of it.

“Alright, I’ll take care of it,” he promised again. You walked away feeling heavy and made your way outside, sitting on the steps of the castle. Everything was too much and your brain was a mess. You’d lost Kos because of the war and you’d lost Atti too. You’d made your peace with what you’d done to Atticus because you’d felt like it was justified and that it had been the right thing to do. You thought he’d gone insane, that he’d gone off the deep end and that there was no coming back. But that hadn’t been the case at all and you’d done it for nothing. You looked to your side as Azalea sitting next to you wearing a worried frown. 

“What happened?” she questioned softly and your lower lip wobbled but you refused to cry again, you didn't have it in you. You told her everything that had happened, every gruesome detail you’d found out.

“I can’t believe they’d do something like that. I’ve never liked the Council but this is the worst kind of betrayal. They betrayed the Royal pack… the King, the Queen,” she frowned deeply, shaking her head in shock. You looked off at nothing, so many feelings swirling around inside of you that you couldn't make sense of any of it.

“How can I be a good Queen when I’ve messed up so badly?” you lamented and she took your hand, making you look at her.

“This isn’t your fault, Y/N. Nobody could have known what they were planning, the King and his men didn’t even know. Sometimes bad things just happen and we don’t know why, but it’s always for a reason,” she soothed and her words hit you right in the chest, so similar to words Kos had uttered to you before that you started to wonder if he was trying to contact you from beyond the grave. You had to believe it was true, that it was all for a reason. That it wasn't for nothing. The Goddess hadn’t told you about any of this when you’d seen her so you knew there had to be a bigger picture here, but it still cut deep. Part of you knew deep down that even if the spell had worn off, Atti wouldn't have wanted to live with what he’d done. That when he’d come back to his senses, he wouldn't be able to take knowing he’d killed Kos, planned to kill you and everyone else here. Innocent people and children. Especially over a spell, not even a mate bond. It did little to ease you though and everything felt like it was pressing down on you unbearably. It only solidified your need to take the vampires down. After everything they’d taken from you, you needed them dead, you needed justice. You needed blood. 

That night, you were sitting in bed unable to sleep and Billy still wasn’t back yet. You were completely drained and you just wanted him here, needed the comfort he brought you. Eventually, the door opened and a worn out Billy walked inside. 

“It’s been taken care of,” he muttered as he started to undress. He looked as tired as you felt and you knew he had his own demons he was facing right now. You knew how hard this would have hit him, to be betrayed like this and you knew he’d shoulder the guilt for it too, thinking he should have known. He’d burden the guilt for all the things that happened because of the Council, including Kos’ death. He climbed into bed, sitting against the headboard next to you and you moved to straddle him, snuggling into his chest and his arms came around you immediately. He stroked your hair absentmindedly and you nuzzled his neck, soaking in the skin to skin contact. 

“I love you,” you murmured, wanting to make him feel better and he pressed a kiss to your head.

“I love you too,” he replied tiredly. You were both quiet for a long while as you just comforted each other by touch.

“I wish I was just a normal wolf,” he confessed quietly and you moved to sit up and look at him. He looked so defeated and you hated it.

“Sometimes… the crown is a heavy burden to bear,” he frowned and you cupped his cheeks, making him look at you. You leaned down, placing a soft kiss to his lips and one of his hands smoothed up your thigh as the other moved to the back of your neck. You moved away and stroked his cheeks, wishing you could ease his pain.

“You have the crown because you're strong enough to take the weight,” you said sincerely and his eyes softened at your words.

“You’re a good King, Billy. A good leader,” you insisted and he frowned then, shaking his head.

“No, I’m not, I-” you cut him off with another kiss, not wanting him to keep beating himself up over this. You moved to look at him, giving him a firm look.

“Things might be going wrong now, but they will get better. We’re going to end this war, to get rid of the vampires once and for all and it will all be over. They won't be a threat and we can start healing from everything they've taken from us,” you implored and he blinked at you for a moment before a smile graced his face and you were so relieved to see it. 

“Spoken like a true Queen,” he murmured, a look of pure adoration washing over his face that left you breathless. 

“I don’t know what I’d do if I didn’t have you by my side… I’m happy you're here,” he admitted and you smiled bashfully. Despite all of the pain you found yourself in, all the loss you were suffering, somehow he made it better. In the face of turmoil and devastating grief, you were happy to be there with him too.

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Throwback Rec List

I love that I get new readers with every new fic I write, but I also put together a list of my own little favourites from my AO3 that has started to disappear a little in the mass of fics! Sometimes I get asked to write about a specific theme and I actually already have a fic or two on that theme, so I thought it could be nice to bring a few older ones back :) Hope you can find something you like!

Show me how you burlesque

Pairing: Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic depictions of violence

Bucky is war veteran with a new prosthetic arm and bad sexual frustration who's trying to learn how to let people close. Steve is a burlesque dancer in an all-male club, and he wants to get to know Bucky better.

You can read it here.

Author's note: I love the movie "Burlesque" and I reeeally wanted to make something of that, I'm very happy with the aestethic of this fic!

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I think we're the same

Pairing: Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator choose not to use archive warnings

Bucky is a teenage mutant with a steel arm and the ability to control metal. Having just moved to Brooklyn to a new high school, he's moody and angry and convinced he's the only freak hiding in plain sight. Until a scrawny kid called Steve suddenly interrupts his lunch. The biggest problem isn't the question on whether Steve is a mutant or not - the problem is that Bucky has absolutely no idea what to do about the fact that he is inexplicably hot.

You can read it here.

Authors note: Honestly I just wanted to write some shameless tentacle sex and it turned out to be the best smut scene I ever written, probably.

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I could love you with my eyes closed (kiss you with a blindfold)

Pairing: Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic depictions of violence

Nothing really matters to Bucky, after he comes back from his last tour in a pointless war. When another veteran, Billy Russo, offers him a work that turns out not to be as legal as one might think, Bucky doesn’t care. There’s only one single thing that he does care about these days – and that is the fact that ever since he saw Steve Rogers across a crowded room, everything changed. And Steve might not know who he is, but Bucky still stalks him with the passion of a man in love and he knows that one day, that tiny little blond will be his.

OR: Bucky is a stalker and Steve just wants to be loved right

You can read it here.

Author's note: Gosh but I just love a stalker theme. Also, for this I weaved together the universe of Captain America, Daredevil, the Punisher AND The Iceman, which is one of my all time favourite Chris Evans movies.

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Day 3 of Kinktober: Puppy Play

Pairing: Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes Rating: Explicit Warnings: No warchive warnings apply

Steve has a problem with masturbation, and Bucky helps him by letting him be a sweet, obedient puppy for him. Now he’s coming home from work and is met by an excited puppy wanting to play. First, Bucky needs to check him over and make sure he behaved.

You can read it here.

Author's note: Oh this is truly one of my faves, I wanted to do this for such a long time. 24/7 puppy play is just yum.

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Day 15 of Kinktober: Monster Fucking

Pairing: Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator choose not to use archive warnings

“You had a question for me” Bucky said to the strange creature in the water. The tentacle wriggled and then pulled back a little. Bucky found himself missing it. “I do” the cecaelia before him said calmly. Yet then his brow furrowed just the slightest and he tilted his head, as if he was measuring Bucky out. The water rippled softly about him in the misty night as he moved half a feet backwards, floating effortlessly. “My siren sisters told me of one sailor that did not seem to listen to their song. One who did not move closer, but rather kept away. It is not often my sisters come across a man they cannot spellbound. And my question is, if that young sailor might have been you?” he asked.

Or; Bucky is a pirate whose ship is attacked by mermaids, but he makes it out alive. That night, a cecaelia calling himself 'Steve' visits him, wanting to get to know him better.

Shameless tentacle sex.

You can read it here.

Author's note: Also something I had wanted to do for such a long time, I just love cecaelias! I def wanna write more of this in the future. Also, Pirate!Bucky? So hot

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Marking his omega

Pairing: Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes Rating: Explicit Warnings: Rape/Non-con

Bucky has been made an omega by Hydra. Steve becomes his alpha when he gets him back and does his best to reassure him. But bucky needs something more to be assured he belongs to Steve - he needs to be properly scent marked.

You can read it here.

Author's note: One of my oldest fics on here, this is PURE piss filth but actually, I still have a special place in my heart for this one.

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(P.S - the header was taken from this pinterest)

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An Altar For Our Sins

Part 9 // Masterlist

Warnings (18+): Nightmares (Billy’s past, and flashes of his attempted assault), angst, murder, torture, smut, oral, thigh riding, choking, bondage, use of dilators, tail kink, facials, cum swallowing, talks of body insecurity.

A/N: It's been a while but trust me this is worth it.

You’re reclined beside the pool, watching him as he carefully mixes drinks.

He moves with careless precision, easy, fast, as if he’d done it a million times before.

Something twists inside of you, arousal, followed by a deep warning.

This was the man that wanted to corrupt you.

To tarnish your morals, turn you into something you’d never seen before.

You wanted to let him.

You wanted to be every dark thing, you ached to be threads in his hands, to be created- or rather recreated by him. You wanted to be his medium, and allow him the moment to be the artist.

You adjust your body, covered by a fluffy robe, a modest bikini underneath. You’d been feeling a little self conscious as your cycle rolled around, the uncomfortable bloating was familiar around this time, making you feel exposed, even under the thick robe.

Yet still, you found yourself wanting him

The beach chair was reclined at a comfortable angle, the umbrella above sheltering you from the occasional sun.

With your eyes on him, watching him work quietly, cutting a wedge of orange for your glass, you lift one side of your robe carefully, pulling it open.

He pauses, knife halfway into the orange.

The corner of your lip twitches, reaching at the bond between you, flooding it with your arousal for him.

You watch his shoulders lift as he heaves in a large breath.

He hasn’t looked at you yet, and you know he’s going to try his best to seem unaffected, because reminding him of your power over him, makes him want to assert his power over you that much more.

It’s a fight you know is coming, somewhere in your future, where maybe you’ll pull at him, and he’ll pull back.

You push the other side of your robe off your body and he doesn’t react, you watch him pour your drink into a tall glass, garnish it with the orange slice and some cherries and turn to you.

You smile as he approaches, placing the drinks on the table beside you before fitting himself into your seat, angling his body so that you’re facing each other with no substantial space between you.

You hum, pressing your face against his clothed chest humming.

“You smell like oranges, Billy.” You take another deep breath, captivated by the smell, pressing your face deeper, “You smell so good.”

They really do smell delicious, the citrus filling your nose, flooding the back of your throat.

He raises a hand to cup your cheek, the heavy fragrance of it clinging to his hands. It makes you feel impossibly euphoric, and you don’t really understand why.

You look up at him, his dark eyes on you, he leans forward a little and you close your eyes, expecting a kiss.

“Careful.” He says softly, “You're playing with fire.”

You groan internally, excitement warming over your skin, clenching around nothing, your arousal being pushed down your bond unintentionally. 

You feel his fingers twitch against your cheek.

You open your eyes, looking up at him, finding the same desire in him that you feel.

“Does ‘fire’ want me to suck his cock?” You offer cheekily, blinking slowly at him in what you hope is a seductive way.

His expression is stern, but you simmer with delight as you feel his arousal returned through your bond. Like a hand, sliding over your skin, you grin at him when you realise he's not as unaffected as he tries to seem.

He doesn't say a word, instead his hand drifts over your shoulder, down to settle on your hip.

“You're such a little brat.” He hums, and you laugh, leaning into his chest.

After a moment, you feel him tug at the robe.

“Aren't you warm?” He asks.

Truthfully you were a little, but God, your body did not want to cooperate with you today.

“I'm alright.” You hum lightly.

“You're lying.” He informs matter-of-factly.

You make a frustrated grunt. Cursing the bond.

“Bloated,” you try to explain quickly, “I just feel out of it today. I might have gained weight.”

“I don't understand the problem.” He says, his tail snaking around you to keep you close.

“Just uncomfortable in my skin, it happens sometimes.”

“Is there anything I can do to make it better?”

You smile fondly.

“I'll be okay, I just feel a little insecure about my body, you know?”

“Not really.”

You look curiously up at him.

“You've never felt self conscious about the way you look?”

He thinks back for a moment, before shaking his head.

“I've never had to worry about it, my whole human life I'd always been told how good I looked.”

“Lucky bitch.” You say with mock spite.

He lets out a breath of amusement.

“I think I was more insecure about my wealth back then, none of it was ever enough. I'd be dressed as nicely as everyone else and still feel like I didn't belong.”

You reach out to squeeze his hand in comfort. There really was no way to reassure him. You couldn't even tell him his life was better now, he was literally a demon from Hell.

You wanted to tell him that he belonged with you now, but maybe the reminder of his ownership wouldn't help.

“Growing up,” You offer, “literally everyone had something to say about my body. I was either too skinny at one point, too chubby, too muscular, my thighs were too thick, my stomach- honestly the judgement carried out on women's bodies is ridiculous.”

He nods beside you, raising a hand to run his fingers over your cheek.

“The judgement is awful,” he agrees, “but I hope you know that you've always looked beautiful to me.”

You give him a thankful smile.

“And you, have always been the most powerful man in the room to me.”

You feel your stomach flip, it makes your smile grow wider.

“I'm not more powerful than you though.”

You glance away, looking at the shimmering pool.

“Well, if you wanted to be, I'd let you.”

He grips your chin, turning your head back so that your eyes meet his.

“What do you mean by that?”

You swallow, voice barely above a whisper.

“If you grew tired of me, and wanted your freedom, I'd give it to you.”

His grip on your chin tightens.

“Are you saying you'd die for me to be free?”

You blink, a slow incline of your head.

“I'd rather die than force you to be here if you didn't want to.”

He takes a moment, looking for the right words, trying to read you like words on a page.

“That's your insecurity talking,” he says, a minuscule amount of anger curls at the base of your spine, “There's no universe where I don't want you. Serving you for the rest of my life would be a privilege, mistress.”

You let out a shaky breath, pushing your body up so that your mouth meets his.

Your lips blister with the sparks of his touch, arousal swelling like a wave, desire pulling at you, grabbing at your ankles to take you in its current.

He sits up, hovering over you, eyes ablaze with fiery passion.

He tugs at your robe and it evaporates in a puff of purple, you gasp as your body gets the cool air it's been needing.

You look at him, as his eyes look over you, studying your body, wrapped in the modest swimsuit.

You watch his tongue dart out, licking slowly at his bottom lip, a strand of hair threatening to fall between his eyes.

“You are very, very beautiful.” He finally says.

You feel your nether regions pulse at his words, willing him to say more through the bond, trying your best not to look down, to shy away.

He leans in, hands gripping at your thighs, squeezing the flesh of your hips.

“I'm so glad you're made the way you are.”

A seed of hope settles within you.

“Why?” You ask.

“Because it's your body, and your body is perfect, but also…” He trails off.

You push yourself into a sitting position expectantly.

“Yeah?”

He gives you a dangerous grin, leaning in till his nose touches yours.

“I can fuck you, however hard I want, and you won't break so easily.”

Your mouth parts in surprise, going dry, so much desire packed into your head, making you feel like you're swimming in cotton.

“Does this mean you're going to start teaching me how to take you?”

He takes a sharp breath, eyes going ruby red in the span of seconds.

“Yes,” he says on impulse, his cock, rock hard and aching, “let me give you your first lesson right now.”

He grips your hips, switching your positions until you're straddling his midriff.

“Get naked for me.” He orders, and you obey, stepping away from him to eagerly peel your suit from your skin. When you turn back, you find that he's lost his shirt and his pants, his cock standing up in the open air.

Your mouth waters.

“C-can I-”

“-No.”

You pout.

He gives you a sharp grin.

“Come sit.” He says, patting his thigh.

You swallow nervously, approaching him, trying to figure out his plan of action.

When you get close enough, he reaches to grip your hips, he kisses your stomach before guiding your knee over his body until you're straddling him, his cock fitting snugly between your thighs.

You stiffen for a brief moment, a little worried that he would enter you before you were ready.

“I'm not-”

“-I know,” you cut him off with an apologetic smile, able to read him, understand him so easily now with almost no effort, “It’s only a reflex.” 

He lets out a soft breath, raising a hand to smooth the tips of his fingers across your cheek, you close your eyes as you feel the tingles spread across your face.

“That's the first lesson. Don't be scared of taking me.”

You blink several times, refocusing on him, trying to figure out how he could possibly know something like that. 

You'd never given it a name, or even thought about it, but you were scared, scared of letting someone in, scared of the pain it might cause.

He holds your hips, pushing them back a fraction, to pull them forward again, your mouth drops open as pleasure erupts from between your legs as his cock glides against your sensitive centre.

“I know you, mistress, I can feel that small touch of fright everytime I get too close. I want it gone. I want you to trust me.”

“I do trust you,” you pant as he continues rocking your hips, “It's just a little bit of paranoia kicking in, my brain just makes me worry about the ‘what ifs’”

“I understand sweetheart, but if you're taking me, and you get scared, it'll only make you hurt worse. So I need you to trust me, I need you to relax for me. I need you to understand that I'd choose Hell over having you be afraid of me.”

You groan, tipping your head back, your hips beginning to undulate on their own.

“Good, mistress, rub that little pussy on my cock, don’t worry about anything else.”

“Feels s’good.” You whisper, doing more and gasping in surprise when the tip of his cock bumps your clit.

“Yeah?” His hands tighten their grip, “You like using me, mistress? Do you think you can cum like this?”

You're not even sure if the answer is yes, but you nod anyway, with Billy, anything is possible.

His hands on your thighs, over your hips, you hear him grunt, feeling an immeasurable amount of want in the back of your head.

“You’re so fucking soft,” He grits out, hands gliding up to cup your breasts gently in each hand, “Every part of you is divine.” 

You whine, aching for more of his praise, wondering, if his words are more effective than your motions are.

You beg him silently to continue.

His fingertips brush your shoulder, trails down your arm.

“Every time I look at you, I’m thinking about how much I enjoy touching you, and tasting you, and feeling your perfect body shudder and shake. Those sweet eyes, begging me, always fucking begging me- “ You feel him tremble below you, before his fingers grip the flesh of your behind firmly, manipulating your hips into moving faster, the head of his cock gliding right over your entrance, a surge of bliss washing through you with such suddenness that your back straightens in surprise.

The temptation of being full of him, the nearness of this sinful act, feels euphoric, pleasure filling your head as he catches on the rim of your cunt for just a moment. You whine, wanting to hear him speak more, no fear in your body as he glides easily between your legs, your arousal coating his cock evenly.

“You have no idea how desperate you make me,” Billy continues, almost rambling, your soft cunt eager on his cock, he feels himself throb, body begging, unable to get what it wants.

“Nothing will stop me from having you, nothing will keep me away.” He grits. “I don’t care how long it takes, or whatever changes. You’re mine. This thick, perfect body is mine. You belong to me, and I am going to relish claiming you when the time is right.”

He comes at the same time you do, ropes of his own spend splashing against his lower abdomen and all between your thighs and cunt. You gasp, looking down at the mess you’ve made, feeling it smeared onto your body, shared fluids mixing together between your thighs as you both breathe heavily in an attempt to catch your breath.

Your tongue feels heavy in your mouth, watching his cum be wasted like this. You swipe a shaky finger through the mess, bringing it up to your lips. He groans as he watches you taste the evidence of his pleasure, sitting up suddenly till you're face to face. 

“From the moment I saw you, I knew I wanted you. There's never been any doubt to me, of how beautiful you are, mistress.” You look into his dark eyes as his hand comes up to cup your cheek. You swallow, hypnotized by the depth of the emotion in his eyes, feeling it seep into you, intoxicated by him.

Your eyes flutter closed as you lean in, vulnerable to him, unable to stop until your mouth meets his.

Your demon.

You smile against his mouth, something… something you can't put words to enveloping every sense you have, his kiss, mouth melding perfectly with yours until you swear that all you can feel is him.

You break the kiss with a gasp, head against his chest, a hum of satisfaction leaves you.

His tail loops around your waist, keeping you still, your naked bodies pressed tightly to each other. You tug at the bond, and you smile when he gives his own pull in response.

“I'm glad you're here with me, Billy- and I know that sounds selfish, you've been through so much- but just the thought of us never meeting each other-” you cut off with a frown, not wanting to make it seem like you were happy that he went through what he did.

“I'm- I'm glad we met.” You murmur finally, looking up at him apologetically for your words.

He lets out a slow breath of amusement, watching you stumble over your words.

“You're acting as though you haven't suffered as well. Suffering is a part of life, mistress, Hell is everywhere. Some people suffer through life and never get close to what you and I have.”

The words are hard to say, but you manage to find the strength.

“What do we have?” You ask cautiously, hoping to hear him echo your own feelings.

He breathes, wrapping his arms tightly around you, crushing your body to his.

“Each other.” Is his simple response.

.

Each other.

You smile, the words echo in your head. Beside you, he sleeps soundly, one arm over his middle, your legs tangled together beneath the sheets. 

You sigh, curling into him, wishing you could sort through the chaos in your head. All the things that have happened, the things that brought him to you. You were not happy they occurred, but you wouldn't change anything, if it meant you would lose him. How could you hate your past and be glad it happened? It was a very strange place to be.

If they had summoned any other demon, you would be dead or worse now. 

Instead? 

You sigh, half asleep and reaching for him in your head.

Instead you were here, warm and safe and protected from anything the universe could throw your way. All because of the man, the demon, sleeping in bed beside you.

“You're one pretty kid.” a gruff voice says. 

You gasp, eyes springing open. You're not in bed anymore, standing in the doorway of a locker room, a little boy a few feet in front of you. You can see his face in the mirror, one of confusion and mild fear. 

Beside him, a man places a hand on his shoulder. It looks affectionate at first, but you soon realise that there’s no love there, only perversion.

You take a step forward, wanting to separate the figures from each other. You move faster when you see the man's hand raise to cup the boy's face. No matter how fast you move, you're still in the same spot and after a few moments, you stop, realising that you're not getting anywhere. 

Everything flashes next, like a video game with a low frame rate you see flashes of the boy being advanced upon, watching him fight back and hold his own for a few moments, before the man finally gets angry.

You scream when the boy is thrown to the ground, fighting whatever force holds you back, trying to get to the little boy, his blood splashed on various items around the room. When the man is done, he simply washes his hands and leaves. It's only then, that you're allowed entry into the scene you're watching.

You get to the little boy, lying on the ground, just as he shifts, and your breath stutters in your throat as he turns into the man you know today, right before your eyes.

“Billy?” You whisper in horror.

He sits up, his eyes have gone fully black, blood still splashed on his mouth and hands, face already bruising from his previous ordeal.

He stands, not sparing a glance at you, he stalks out of the room.

You follow, unsure of what's happening but knowing you were safest with your demon, regardless of whether he could see you or not.

The man is older now, when Billy grabs the back of his shirt and lifts him as though he weighs nothing, you note that his hair has slivered and his skin has wrinkled.

Billy's voice is rough, angry, he presses the man against a wall, fingers around his neck.

“How many?” He asks, the horns on his head getting larger, his nails getting sharper.

The man's face goes red, he kicks and cries, eyes wide as he watches Billy's demonic face.

His nails sink slowly into the man's neck. You gasp, turning away, unable to look at the horrors happening.

You hear it, the screams, the gushing of blood. Your breathing speeds up, you raise your hands to cover your ears as the sound echoes, multitudes of screams fill your ears, panic in your heart, wishing you were home, away from all of this pain and suffering around you.

You say his name, a quiet whimper, wanting your demon more than anything.

Hands wrap around your wrists, forcing your hands from your ears, you look up with tear blurred vision, to find a terrifying version of your demon looking back.

“Wake up.” He says to you, his voice cutting through the multitudes.

You gasp awake, sitting up, heart racing in your chest. Beside you, he sits up too, making you jump in surprise.

He looks normal now, no trace of the terrifying demon from before, you gasp loudly, struggling to breathe.

“What the hell-” You gasp, trying to articulate your thoughts.

His hand brushes your arm, you jerk in surprise, turning to look at him. He blinks, drawing back, feeling rejected by you. 

You grab his hand before he can retract it all the way, you find difficulty in speaking, shoving your tumultuous feelings down the bond so that he knows none of it is directed towards him.

He blinks, inclines his head in understanding, keeps his hand in yours.

Your heart is still racing, trying to understand what you've just seen, wondering how you've seen it.

“Did all of that really happen?” You ask softly.

“Mostly.” 

“That kid… that was you.”

“Yeah.”

You turn to look at him. He looks back with cautious vulnerability, an expression that you can tell is hanging on to your every word.

“That's why too much attention makes you uncomfortable. Those scars on your shoulder-”

He nods, confirming your suspicions.

Your face twists into one of pain, eyebrows drawn, mouth curved into a frown. You lean in, wrap your arms around your demon’s shoulders and you squeeze tightly.

He lets out a puff of air, hands wrapped around your waist to crush your body to his.

Your hand grips the back of his head, fingers carding through his soft hair, you turn your head, kissing his cheek, his temple, trying to apologise to him for something you didn't do.

You don't know what to say to him, what will make this better, you know that he's probably thought about everything you could possibly say.

Still, you have to say something, knowing that he has to hear it from someone that's not himself.

“I'm sorry.” Is what you finally settle on.

Muffled into your neck, he shakes his head.

“It's okay.”

“It's not. You didn't deserve that, no one does. I'm sorry it happened.”

He's quiet for a long moment.

“For a long while, I really thought I did deserve it.”

You feel a sharp pain spear into your heart at the thought, you squeeze him tighter. 

“You were just a kid.” You whisper, voice cracking, “You were so small, you couldn't be more than ten. This was not your fault.”

You feel the anger overtake you next.

“Did you kill him?”

He says your name softly, and through the bond, you feel his reservation to disclose details that might unsettle you. 

“Tell me, demon. I won't run.”

“When I was older, he passed me in the street, didn't recognize me. My left shoulder doesn't settle properly and he didn’t even remember my face.” 

“I broke in, waited for him to see me, for him to remember who I was, but he'd done it so many times all the faces of his victims blurred together. I shoved a bat through his chest, and when I found him in Hell, I didn't have any mercy.” 

You bend your head, kissing the first piece of him you can get to- his horn- his hands tighten around you.

“I'm proud of you.” You say into his ear, and you feel him shudder, warmth wrapping around your spine, feeling him reach for you, and eagerly, you reach back.

What do you and I have, demon?

We have each other.

.

In the morning, after a luxurious breakfast in a pile of pillows on the jetty, you lie beside him, sated and full, finally finding the willpower to ask the questions you've been wanting to ask.

“Last night, how did I see those things?”

He breathes out a slow breath of air.

“You were in my dreams.” 

You blink, deep in thought.

“How did I get there?”

He makes an amused sound.

“Hell if I know, mistress. This thing between us, I've never had one for this long. I don't know how far it can go.”

You look up into his dark eyes, tugging playfully at the link you share until the corner of his mouth twitches, and you feel your pull reciprocated. 

“Do you think- could we visit Father Matt again? Just to see what he knows?” 

Something burns in your chest, the feeling is sour, similar to the symptoms of acid reflux.

“We don't have to.” You clarify, figuring that this sensation wasn't your own, but belonged to your demon.

“No, we should, he might have books on demonology that could help.”

You give him an apologetic smile, leaning to kiss his cheek softly.

“That's my good demon.” You praise.

You hear his deep intake of breath, and when you peek at his face, his eyes have gone full black, veins of dark blood spread from his eyes, fizzling out across his face.

“Mistress.” He says roughly, His voice having dropped a few octaves, a deep and unfamiliar sound that makes your lips part in surprise. It's a warning, you realise, that you've said something to elicit such a potent reaction.

It reminds you of the dream, of the way he looked- a monstrous version of himself.

He turns his head to study you, your heart pounding faster in your chest as you feel an enormous amount of arousal seep into you through the bond.

Your nether regions warm in response, eager to push his limits, to really see his full demonic capabilities.

“Which part of that excited you?” You whisper softly, aching for friction between your thighs, “That I called you good, or that I called you mine?”

He growls, a deep grovelling sound that leaves his throat, one of frustration, of endless desire, of warning. 

Both, you assume, when the black veins worsen, spreading down his neck and into his shirt. 

You study the beautiful veining, the way they spread like branches of a tree over his skin, you bite down on your bottom lip, excitement beating in your heart.

“You like being good for me?” You ask, reaching up to tug the collar of his shirt down, examining the veins further.

He doesn't answer, breaths laboured, his hands curling into fists, fighting himself.

You reach down, gripping one of his hands to bring it to rest on the space below your ass, skin simmering with delight at the feel of his hot hand.

“Answer me demon.” You prod.

He grunts, tipping his head back, closing his eyes.

“If you don't stop. I'm going to ruin that little cunt.” He warns.

“You don't scare me.” Your voice holds a hint of defiance, “You're always telling me that I'm the most powerful person in the room. You're my demon, and I want an answer.”

His eyes open, zeroing in on you, he reaches for you with his free hand, tangling it into your hair, pulling you forward until you're practically in his lap.

“Call me your demon one more time.” He growls, “I dare you.”

You swallow, having never tormented him in this way, excited to see where this would get you.

With your cunt achingly wet, you lick your lips.

“Fine.” You say softly, with an appearance of giving up. You pull from his hold, rising to your feet. He watches you carefully, no doubt that he can feel the mischievousness hidden beneath the surface of your skin.

Standing on the jetty, the sea breeze blowing through your hair, you begin to walk away. When you're almost to solid ground, you turn back with a grin.

“You're my demon, Billy Russo!” You shout, to be heard over the din of the ocean. 

You expect him to stand and chase you, but when you turn to run from him, you gasp in surprise as you crash right into him.

It's so much worse now, the veins have spread to cover his hands, and you wonder absentmindedly if they've spread over his cock too.

He looms over you, somehow feeling significantly larger than you, even in this open space. 

His breaths are laboured, and when he parts his lips, you catch a hint of sharp canines.

This, was the demon you'd seen in your dreams.

You take a step back hesitantly, you can feel the phantom touch of his arousal moving around you, your skin sensitive and warm, sparking at your desire in response.

“Where are you going, mistress?” He reaches for you, gripping your hips in his hands to bring you closer. You look up at him with wide eyes, feeling so deliciously trapped.

“Your demon wants to play.” He taunts, his voice sending trills through your heart. He dips his head, and you realise what he wants, rising onto your toes in response, angling your head upward, eager to kiss this version of him.

You think it's going to be aggressive, but it starts slow, your lips moving gently against his, feeling the desire grow inside of you till you're reaching up to cup the back of his neck.

It's what he's waiting for, he makes a hum of approval before you feel his influence wrap around you, the air going from breezy to still, the sound of crashing waves changes to one of falling rain.

You draw back, finding that he's back to his normal self, dark brown eyes, rosy skin, free of black veins.

He watches you as you look around next, mouth dropping open in surprise as you take in the surroundings.

There's a very large telescope elevated behind Billy, pointing up at the glass domed roof. It's night here, and through the murky glass, you can just barely make out the ripples of cascading rain on glass. There’s one area of the roof that's got heavy plaster smeared on, no doubt sealing the roof from ever opening for the telescope again. 

There are candles spotted throughout the room that helps you see all of this, and when you turn, you gasp in shock at the beautiful sight before you. 

What catches your eye first is the circle of stained glass, your heart squeezing at the resplendent scene it depicts. Fractals of blue glass, every shade you've ever seen, compiled to form an image of the night sky, interspotted with yellow glass to represent stars, and an ivory, almost pearlescent circle to symbolise the moon.

On the outskirts of the mural, are swirling yellow pieces of glass, indicating that within the glass piece, the sun is nearby. The mural is large, and where it ends, the art continues on in coloured tile intermittently dispersed throughout the walls and floor. 

You don't get a chance to study that, because at the base of the stained glass, a bed, draws your attention next.

It's low to the floor, set into a circular wooden frame, surrounded by flickering candles. 

Dark green sheets, you giggle when you feel his hands snake around you, his lips finding their way to your neck.

“Do you bring all your mistresses here?” You tease.

He rumbles in disagreement.

“Only the ones that call me theirs.”

You huff out a laugh, heart full, swaying as he continues to kiss your skin.

“What is this place?” You ask softly, staring at the glass, in the dark, you can’t see anything more.

“It was part of a monastery nearby, back when they studied the heavens in an attempt to understand God. If the rain stops, you can probably hear their singing echo through the mountains.”

You let out a soft sigh.

“And they just forgot about it? That's terrible. Look at this place.”

He hums in agreement.

“It's actually one of the more spiritual places on earth. There are a couple, but this one has been gladly lost to time and reclaimed by the forest.”

“Why here?” 

He's silent for a long time.

“Before you, this was the closest I'd thought I'd get to heaven.”

You lips part, you turn your head to meet his eyes.

“What? Me?” You whisper, almost afraid to say the words out loud in fear that he comes to his senses and takes them back.

He turns you, hands gripping your shoulders tightly, all calm touches lost to desperation.

“You.” He confirms, tucking his fingers under your chin to tip your head up.

The kiss that follows makes your knees weak, you cling to him, gasping as your mouth works against his, feverish kisses that stop you from thinking, his tail wrapping around your thigh to keep you close like it always does.

It's familiar, but brand new, you can feel the way his need burns inside of him, like a fire that won't go out, it sparks yours, and feeds into his, like vicious and consuming cycle.

You make it to the bed next, trapped below him, his mouth never leaving yours, you're not sure how you got here, but you're not complaining.

Moaning into his mouth, you push your body into a sitting position, feeling the bed dips as he adjusts his body to sit beside you. 

His thumb presses into the side of your mouth, hooks against your teeth, pulling your jaw open. 

He pauses, stares at you for a moment while your tongue drags along the tip of his tongue.

You’re on the brink of insanity, you feel so intertwined with him, body crying out for any bit of him that it can get.

He slots his thumb between your teeth, your eyes falling shut as you breathe heavily around the appendage, sighing easily when he delves his rough tongue into your mouth.

All you can do is take, enjoy the feeling, unable to really reciprocate. 

It’s messy, barely a kiss and more of an enjoyment of your surrender to him.

“Tell me again.” He hums, slipping his thumb from your mouth, holding your jaw in place purposefully. You blink slowly, trying to understand what he’s saying.

“Say those words to me again.”

“My demon.” You say easily, looking up at him.

You watch his eyes go black once more.

He slides to his knees in front of you, reaching up to tug your bottoms off, you lift your hips to let it happen.

“Need to taste you, mistress.” He mumbles, as if it explains his feverish movement. 

He kisses the inside of your knee when he finally gets your legs bare, sighing in bliss each time his mouth meets your skin.

“You’re so soft. I love it. I never want to stop touching you.” 

You groan his name, his words melting right into your heart.

He knows what he's doing, praising you relentlessly because he likes the feeling of your reaction to it, a warmth spreading out from the deepest parts of himself.

His hands squeeze gently at your thighs, enraptured by the feeling against his palms.

Leaning closer, his warm breath tickling your mound, you shiver when he kisses the inside of your thigh.

“So good for me.” He praises, grins when he feels your reaction, “You're so beautiful.”

You shudder out a breath.

Reaching down, you grip his horn with a groan, trying to urge him into moving faster.

He accepts your guidance, you part your legs wider for him to fit between them, and after a moment, he guides your legs over his shoulders.

“My mistress.” He rumbles, dark eyes flitting to you before he presses his mouth flush to your cunt.

You feel his delight, tilting your head back, gasping at the level of enjoyment he feels. 

His tongue slides against your clit, sparks erupting in your head, you feel your body fall back onto the soft bed, a boneless mess.

He pauses, chuckling, retracting his body so that he can shift you, adjusting you till your head is pressed against the soft pillows, looking up at the curved ceiling.

His head pops into your vision, chest bare, he must have taken his shirt off at some point.

“Comfortable?” He asks softly.

You bite down on your bottom lip, nodding.

“Good,” he leans in to give you a quick kiss, “Enjoy.”

Your shirt disappears in a flash of purple, his mouth descending on your shoulders.

It's amazing, the way he feels, the delight coursing through his body as he touches you, the way it makes you more sensitive, makes you feel so much more desirable.

He trails soft kisses down your body, until he's back between your thighs, mouth exploring the most intimate parts of you.

It feels too good, you grip the sheets as his tongue works over you, kissing, licking, wet sounds of his tongue reaching your ears along with the sound of falling rain.

When you get too close to the edge, you sit up, making him pause and look up at you from between your thighs.

“I'm not ready to come yet.” You whisper, aching to prolong the feeling of this, the way you feel him and the way he makes you feel yourself.

He smiles in understanding, dipping his head, slows the pace of his tongue, explores you instead, delves into the most primal parts of you.

You tremble, the yearning so intense that your body shakes, and yet you close your eyes, and feel him, the demon between your thighs and the delight that fills him, the devotion.

You cry his name, feel tears slip from your eyes at the intensity of everything, your body aching for release while your mind demands you feel every second of denial.

You're everywhere, all at once, expanding from one singular point, he moves your legs over his shoulders, hands wrapping around your hips to hold your body tight to his face, cunt pressed flush to his eager mouth, the way it was always meant to be.

He moans, the vibrations soft against you, and then he moans again, delight and adoration coming from him.

Your head sinks deeper into the pillows, body arching, his fingertips pressed to your mound, holding you fast as you lose control of your own body.

You raise a hand, pressing it to your mouth on instinct to fight the scream you're no doubt going to release. An invisible force grabs your wrist, pinning your hands to either side of your head.

Trapped, you can only wriggle and his tongue licks over your clit, sliding from side to side, speeding up ever so subtly.

He hums again, and it's that low, delicious feeling of his desire that reverberates through your bones, locking them into place as your release slams into you.

Your back arches so forcefully that you swear you'll dislocate something, mindless whimpers and moans leaving your lips.

He keeps licking gently over you, soft, careful, attentive in a way that makes you grind against his tongue to prolong your orgasm.

When it's over, your body relaxes, panting, desperate for air, your heart pounding in your head, the back of your neck feverishly hot. You feel his invisible hold on your wrists release you.

He withdraws a little, kissing at the tops of your thighs, chin wet, leaving cool little spots over your hips as well.

You tilt your head to look down at him. You've never felt so many emotions before, yours and his, blending together in your head because you feel the same things.

“I would gladly do that forever.” He finally says, looking up at you.

You let out a breath, reaching a hand out to him, hoping that he can read your mind and know what you want.

He smiles, obliges, crawls his way up your body and covers you with his larger one, burying his face into your neck as your jelly arms wrap around him.

It scratches an itch in your brain to feel his large form over you like this, you feel so safe, protected, and something deeper, too deep to name.

“I'm not done,” he finally says into your hair, “Remember when I promised to teach you how to take me?”

Your breath hitches.

“Yes?”

He raised his body a little so that he can look into your eyes, the flickering of the candles reflected in them.

“I've got some… items to help you.”

He turns his head to the side, and when you turn to follow his line of sight, you see five phallic shaped objects lined up, the smallest being the width of two of your fingers and the largest being… just a little smaller than his actual member.

You gulp.

“Don't be scared,” he says, no doubt feeling your trepidation, “I won't hurt you.”

That, you believed. You turn to look at him, nodding your head, indicating your eagerness to begin.

He smiles, reaching for the smallest one with his tail. You lose sight of it, before you gasp, feeling it running along the seam of your cunt.

You look up, into his eyes, watching him watch you.

“You're so wet, this one will go in easy.” 

He proves his point by notching it against your entrance, twisting it slightly to coat it in your arousal.

It's like his fingers, you determine, mouth dropping open in delight as the object fills you.

“Breathe.” He guides, and you do, feeling him move the object in and out, pumping it into you slowly until you shudder, easily accepting this size.

“That's good, mistress, this isn't so scary, right? You just have to relax and trust me.”

You swallow, nodding, eyes locked on his. 

He withdraws this size from you, reaching for the next size up- the approximate size of his tail.

This one takes a little bit more effort, but it doesn't hurt, and you drop your head back, moaning as euphoria overtakes your body.

He chuckles above you.

“Yes, you're used to this size as well,” he whispers, pumping the shaft of the object deeper and deeper into you.

You whine, toes curling, a spot deep inside of you aching, threatening release long before you're even ready.

“Already, mistress?” He clicks his tongue in disappointment, you can feel that he's just teasing you, but his words still draws another high pitched keen from you.

“I'm not even trying, you're just that needy, hmm?”

You nod your head eagerly, feeling him drag the silicone object out and then back in, pushing it fully into you.

“Fuck- Billy- I'm-”

“Don't, mistress. You don't cum unless I say.”

You wished it was that easy, you wish You could make your body understand and prioritize what your demon wanted above itself. But it just didn't work like that.

His hand moves under your head, fisting your hair tightly, grabbing your attention, forcing you to look into his dark eyes.

“Don't. Cum.” He growls, his eyes flashing red, as if that's supposed to stop you.

You squeeze your eyes shut, taking a deep breath, trying to relax your body, looking up at him with teary eyes when you get yourself under control.

“Good.” He whispers, leaning in to press his lips to yours.

It's a good distraction, you focus on the kiss so much that you're not expecting him to reach for the larger size, pressing it against you with his hand when he withdraws the other one with his tail.

You shudder out a breath, looking up at him, feeling your cunt stretch, taking this size, feeling so unbelievably full, glancing over at the unused sizes, trying to figure out how much fuller you're going to feel with those.

It aches a little, and he pauses halfway in, to let you grow accustomed to the size.

His thumb brushes over your cheek, swiping at some of the tears slipping from your eyes.

“You tighten up when you come, it would have made taking this size more painful. But you’re doing so good, mistress, so good for your demon.”

You hum when you hear him say those words, tilting your hips up to drive the dilator deeper into you.

He smiles, taking your guidance, slowly working this size into you, before moving his hand away.

“This one stays for a little while, till you’re dripping around it.” He says, leaning up, and away, so that he can see between your legs. You feel his appreciation through the bond.

“That little cunt is so good for me. I can’t wait to break her in.”

You shudder, aching.

Experimentally, you squeeze your walls around the object, sighing when pleasure fills your body.

He gives you a breathy grin, watching you carefully.

“Good, get used to it. Maybe I should leave it in longer, it would be fun to watch you move around with one of these inside of you.”

You groan, he really was some kind of evil.

It was torture, you wanted to rock your hips so badly, your need to come was even worse. Your body was aching for release, and you weren’t sure how long you would be able to take it.

His tail wraps around your thigh, pressing gently against your clit. Your body shudders in response.

“Does it hurt at all?” He asks.

You swallow, shaking your head.

His tail moves softly on your clit, relaxing you.

“I’ll let you come on the next size, okay?”

“Y-yeah,” you stutter, skin growing sensitive with the need for release, “O-okay.”

After a few minutes, he gently moves this one out, and then in, getting you used to the sensation, your eyes closed, when he finally withdraws it, and presses the second largest one against you.

You go tense.

“No, sweetheart.” Billy murmurs, his tail pressing down firmer on your clit, “Relax for me, deep breaths, you can take it.”

He keeps saying that, mumbled encouragements, you can take it, so sweet for me, relax a little bit more baby, you’re made for this, promise.

Your breath hitches when he finally works the tip in.

He’s used some kind of lubricant to help it move easier, you tremble as you try your best to relax, to remind yourself that this is worth something, that you wanted to take him fully.

It’s a little uncomfortable, but most importantly, it doesn’t hurt, you hear the rolling of thunder outside, or maybe that’s just the sound of your heart pounding in your chest.

“Billy.” You cry, a mix of pleasure and discomfort swimming inside of you, and he reaches to hold your hand with his free one, his words not stopping for a second.

“Perfect for me, sweetheart, you wanna take me so bad, hmm? Need to feel your demon’s cock fill you up?”

You nod, mindlessly thinking about it, the way he’d press into you like he did before, the way he’d move, the way he’d feel.

“Want you to cum inside of me.” You babble, watching his eyes go pitch black once more, eyes following the black veins as they trace their way down his body.

He tilts his head, studying you as you watch him.

“You have no idea what you’re asking for.” He says, his voice deep- almost a low grovel, “You don’t want that.”

“Why not?” You ask, absently realising that he’s still slowly guiding the dilator into you.

“I’m a demon, mistress. A prince of Hell. Evil.”

You blink, shuddering when the dilator finally presses tightly against that spot deep within you.

“So?” You challenge, trying to focus on two things at once.

“You think I’m attached to you now, there won’t be any letting go if you give yourself to me like that. Remember a few days ago when you offered to break the bond if I wanted?”

You nod your head, cunt full.

“If you let me cum deep inside of you, I’ll never want to let you go, ever. I’d own you, mistress, you’d never be free of me. If you ran from me, I’d chase you. If you hid, I would find you. There is no corner on Earth you could ever go to, that would rid you of me.”

Your lips part, cunt clenching as he slowly pumps the slick dilator in and out of you.

“Please,” you gasp, “More.”

He obliges, pushing in deeper, rocking the pseudo-cock into you until your toes curl, a loud roaring in your head that threatens a supernova.

You squeeze his hand tightly when you come, gasping, shuddering violently, your cunt clamping down around the large size, making you feel fuller than ever, your mind drunk on the pleasure you were experiencing, unsure of where your body began and his ended.

You drop back against the bed, apparently having arched your body so forcefully that your back had raised a little off the bed.

“Oh my fucking god.” You draw out, body still convulsing occasionally, shards of pleasure still cutting through you in waves. You blink, hypersensitive, feeling your skin flush with an abundance of heat.

His lips are on your shoulder, peppering sweetly over your chest, soft, ticklish even in its gentleness.

He was right, orgasms make you a little tighter, you only realise this when he tries to tug the dilator out, and encounters resistance.

He doesn’t try to force it, twisting the object gently, continuing to kiss your shoulders.

“Deep breaths, mistress, relax.” His free hand smooths over your face, delving into your hair, squeezing at your shoulders.

His gentle touches work, and before you know it, he can tug the silicone out without hurting you.

“Last one, sweetheart.” He murmurs, reaching for the final size.

You try not to be scared, to remember that Billy was attentive, and gentle, and would rather die than have you hurt in any way.

You barely feel it, sliding into you, only a touch wider than the last and the pleasure from your last orgasm numbs the discomfort of this purple dilator as it slides into you.

You take it easily, breathing deep and even, only hitching when his tail flicks gently on your clit.

“Good, mistress, so perfect for me.” He praises guiding it in till it fits snugly inside of you.

Is this what he would feel like? Pressed deep, so deep you could feel it in your throat?

You blink up at him, wishing it were him inside of you, and not this unfeeling thing.

You feel a tug at the connection between you, telling you that he felt the exact same way.

“That demon I saw in your dreams last night, that was the real you.” You say, no question in your tone, already suspecting the answer.

You watch his throat bob, nodding.

“Will you show me?” You ask, clenching gently around the dilator.

He exhales, nodding again, backing away from you, stepping off the bed to show you his full form.

The first thing you see is his nails sharpen, then his horns growing larger, eyes going fully black, and then the beautiful dark veins spreading over his body. The darkness pools at the tips of his fingers, fading into his natural skin as it moves up his wrist. 

He looks bigger somehow, more menacing, an aura of darkness unleashes itself around him and it only arouses you more.

You glance down at the boxers he’s still wearing, watching the dark veins torment you as they dip beneath the waistband.

You sit up, gasping when the dilator feels bigger in this position, you take your time, crawling on all fours till you’re sitting on the bed just in front of him.

Your demon is beautiful, ethereal, and without a doubt, pure evil.

You smile up at him, reaching for either side of his boxers, excitement deepening when he doesn’t stop you.

The veins do in fact extend lightly over his large cock, and you moan when you observe that the tip is untouched, remaining pink, beads of precum pooling on his slit.

You look up at him, his chest heaving, fingers curled into fists, watching as you extend your tongue to softly lick at the head of his cock.

You moan at his taste, eagerly wrapping your lips around the head of him, sucking eagerly.

Big, deliciously big that you have to raise a hand to work at the base of him while you suck slowly on his tip. Every now and then, you look up at him to remind yourself that he looks like that.

So unbelievably gorgeous, you take him as deep into your mouth as you can, wanting to feel him fill your mouth, take up space in your throat, own you.

You moan, reaching down between your legs with your other hand, you gently slide the dilator in an out of you, using it to fuck yourself while you suck him off.

His hand grips the back of your head, nails scraping gently on your scalp.

“Filthy little mistress, likes being full on both ends.”

You whine at his words, flicking your eyes up to meet his dark ones.

He’s so divine, you want to tell him but you can’t spare the air it would take.

Instead you nod, forcing him deeper into your mouth.

He moans, his pleasure settling at the base of your spine, hand guiding your head up and down on his cock, panting as he looks down at you.

You want him to come in your mouth, to make you cum drunk and able to take him better. You rock your hips harder on the dilator inside you, feeling so full that you’re not sure how you’re ever going to survive without him inside of you.

You hasten the movement of your hands, abandoning your own pleasure to ensure he experiences his.

“Mistress,” He gasps, tilting his head back, you stroke him faster eagerly.

You’re greedy for his cum, he groans loudly as he spills himself into your mouth. You lose control of the quantity, some of it dripping down your chin and falling onto your breasts as you try your best to swallow.

You draw back with a gasp, and a final bit of his cum hits your cheek. You wipe your lips, sucking your fingers into your mouth, to try cleaning yourself up.

There’s too much of his spend on your skin though, and you don’t get the chance to try fully before his hand is wrapped around your throat.

You’re pressed to the bed suddenly, his body over yours, dark eyes looking at you as you feel your head go hazy.

You moan, writhing under his grip so that he’s forced to squeeze tighter, loving the attention as you get high on his cum.

Ropes wrap around your wrists, over your knees, spreading them wide the way he’s done before.

You moan when you feel him wipe at your chin and cheek, cleaning the remnants of his cum from your skin.

“My demon.” You whisper, arching your back, not trying to break free, but to beg him to fuck you any way he wanted.

The only answer you receive, is the feeling of him gripping the ends of the dilator, tugging it out slowly before pressing it back in.

“You look like a work of art, mistress.” He murmurs lowly, “Hands and legs bound, the circle of candles, the way they light up your pretty skin-” He uses a single digit to tease your stiff nipple, making you gasp, skin oversensitive, “-You’d fuel an artist’s best daydream.”

You say his name on a half sob.

“I can’t believe I get to have you like this” He continues, his tail gliding over your thighs and to your cunt, “You’re the prettiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.”

His tail circles your clit, as he slowly pumps the silicone into you, you thrash a little, the sensations are so strong, almost overpowering.

You stutter out a moan, fingers curling, unable to do anything except feel.

“That's it, mistress, show me how you'd take me.”

You gasp, eyes wide, arching your hips towards his hand in hopes that he gives you more. He obliges easily, speeding up his rhythm, your head so full of bliss that you can barely think about anything else.

He slides his free hand up from your thigh, to press over the space of your womb, he presses down a little, and you swear the sensations grow even more intense.

“I can't wait to finally fuck you, mistress. I hope you know, I'll be insatiable after. I'll probably need you so much more.”

You nod your head, easily agreeing, your body locking into place once more as your orgasm approaches.

You gasp, feeling him deepen his thrusts just a little bit more until it almost aches with how good it feels, deep, measured, something you never even knew you were craving.

You come hard, harder than you ever have before, crying out loudly as pleasure hits you at full force, your skin tingles, your cunt spasms around the silicone, holding it in place, euphoria spreading through your nerve endings, sparking heat that you can barely keep track of.

Your invisible bindings fall away as you go boneless, shuddering still as waves of bliss continue to move through you.

He falls into the space beside you, and it's through heaving breaths that you realise he's shaking too.

“Billy?” You say carefully, reaching to caress whatever part of him you could, the backs of your fingers tracing his shoulders.

He turns his head to look at you.

“Jesus Christ,” he murmurs, “I think I just felt every second of that orgasm.” He crawls his way higher, till he's face to face with you, studying you like words on a page, “Does it always feel like that?”

You chuckle, throat dry and a little achey from overuse.

“That, was probably the hardest I've ever come.” You answer.

He hums, eyelashes fluttering as he dips his head to kiss along your jaw. You tilt your head to give him space, smiling easily at his gentle and persistent attentions.

“If I hadn't come earlier, that would have no doubt set me off untouched.”

You groan, liking the sound of that.

The dilator is still inside of you, and squirm a little in discomfort.

He gets the message, reaching down, with a soft voice guiding you to relax, you feel him tug it out of you.

You let out a soft breath as it slides out, your body going from uncomfortably full, to very empty in the span of a few seconds.

“I'll be honest, I thought when we started, that you would fuck me at the end of this, but honestly, I don't think I could handle it.” You say, laughing as you finish your sentence, emphasising your own point by closing your legs, feeling how blissfully sore you are at this very moment.

He laughs along with you, a low chuckle of amusement.

“You definitely wouldn't, no offence, you're going to be really sore tomorrow, and I'm not going to help you with it.”

You blink.

“Why not?”

You feel his deviousness wrap around you. The look in his human eyes is sinister.

“I want you to ache, mistress, I want you to remember what I did, what you begged me to do, every time you move I want you to feel it, I want you to wonder how much worse it will be when it's my real cock, and not some poor substitute.”

Now why on earth did that arouse you so much?

He grins when he feels your reaction, eyes flashing red for just a moment, and you wonder if this was the corruption promised.

His hands drift over your thighs, up your stomach, cupping your breast softly on its way up to grip your throat.

You feel your body go pliant underneath him, you feel like his, a plaything for his desires.

“Ready for your bath, mistress?” He asks with a tilt of his head, and it takes you a moment to think about his words before nodding.

He scoops you into his arms, a pleased expression on his face when you wrap your arms around him easily.

Who knew that when you met him all those months ago that this is where you would end up? That one traumatic night would lead to something so… perfect.

He opens a heavy wooden door, and descends down a stone staircase, it opens up into a hallway, made of the same stone. You lose focus of where you're going in favour of snuggling into him, nose buried in his chest that you almost ignore the first sparkle you see.

You raise your head, mouth dropping open in surprise when he walks past a little table piled high with shiny gems.

“Uhhhh, Billy?” 

“Hmmm?”

You try to say more when he passes a jewel encrusted, solid gold candelabra.

You turn your head quickly to watch where you're going, finding that the hallway is lined with dozens of these shiny, jewel encrusted items of different shapes.

“What?” You ask, with absolutely zero context.

He chuckles.

“Asmodeus, the demon before me, he was something of a collector, things that were lost to time, he'd find and keep them. When I inherited his title, I also received sole access to his treasures. I'd started to move it here, until I realised that he had way too much stuff, which is why you might find these things piled anywhere I could find a space.”

You watch, amazed as he passed another little table piled high with gold coins, except that a few of the piles have toppled, spilling gold over the stone floor.

“The bathroom is gonna blow your mind.” He says without elaboration, and you feel a touch of excitement go over you.

It does, you almost think you're dreaming.

There are several lamps scattered around the room, but the chandelier hanging from the roof acts the way a suncatcher does, sending fractals of light scattering, catching on the many shiny objects in the room.

There are so many shiny things that your brain can hardly comprehend, a glittering ship, that looks like it's been made out of the finest diamonds, a large floor to ceiling mirror made out of what you think might be real rose gold and the bath- the bath is built into the floor of the room, covered, absolutely full, of shiny gold coins, crystal waters still above it.

“You're Scrooge McDuck.” You whisper in shock.

“I have no idea who that is.”

“Cartoon duck,” you mumble absentmindedly as he approaches the bath, “filthy rich, bathes in his money.”

He huffs out a laugh.

“Yeah, I have no defence for that, I'm a duck I guess.”

The water is nice and warm, soothing your body from the minute he steps in.

He settles you against his body, your back to his front in the sparkling water.

A swipe of his influence, and you watch a little solid gold fountain start up, spilling water into the bath, the chandelier above head begins turning, the light spinning around the room.

It's so relaxing, you settle against him, the sound of dribbling water lulling your sated body.

“I can't believe you're this rich.” You murmur sleepily.

“We are,” he corrects, raising your hand to remind you of the tattoo on your inner wrist, “This gives you access to my things.”

You hum, deep in thought about that, the way he makes it sound like you were one.

He scoops up some gold coins from below, dropping them over your thighs. You feel the heavy weight of them, the way they slide off of your skin back to the bottom.

You feel his contentment, it melds with yours. You turn your head to kiss at his cheek and chest, the warm water soothing your little aches the way he said he wasn't going to.

It makes you smile, settling against him, heart full of something, so deep that you're not really sure which one of you is really feeling it.

.

“What about this one?” You ask, turning slowly to show him with the weight on your head.

He studies you, the lavish crown sitting on your head, a sheer robe wrapped around you that he knows will reveal your body to him in the right lighting.

“A queen I'd gladly kneel for.” He answers, eyeing you hungrily.

He watches you fight a smile, turning away to put the crown back, he feels your delight at his words.

You're examining a very long string of pearls when he decides to make his way to you. Billy breathes in your soft scent as he wraps his arms around you.

“These are really long, I wonder how they were worn.”

He hums, pressing his nose to your neck.

“I think these were made to wrap around the body.”

“Really?” You say in interest, winding them around your arm to examine the look of them.

“Let me.” He says, extending his hand, his cock stiffening in excitement of the way you'd look.

You pass them over to him curiously, turning to face him. He takes the opportunity to push the robe from your shoulders.

You gasp, and he tries not to let it distract him from his purpose, carefully starting at your neck, winding the strings of pearls over your body, he has to bite his tongue hard with the way they decorate your perfect breasts, resisting the urge to take you into his mouth before he's done.

Every curve on your body is delicious, and he crisscrosses the pearls several times over your stomach, lowering his body to his knees when he has to decorate your hips. 

He's a little sinister, guiding the pearls between your thighs, ensuring that they're pressed securely to your clit before routing them between the curves of your ass, tugging a little tightly, watching you stiffen as you experience pleasure. 

He pretends that it's normal, winding them around your body a few more times before securing it around your waist.

He looks up at you, his work of art, his mistress, he feels your arousal, worsening the longer the pearls rub against you.

He stands, taking your hands in his, tugs you forward, knowing that motion increases the sensations on your body.

He brings you to a mirror, turning to show you how beautiful you look.

Nothing stands a chance against you, he thinks to himself, admiring his work, watching you lift a hand to touch the pearls in wonder.

“Only thing that might make you prettier, is my cum soaking into your skin.”

He feels the exact moment you decide he's right.

“Only one way to find out.” You respond, turning to sink to your knees in front of him.

He groans, tilts his head back when your lips seal around the head of his cock.

Heaven wasn't as far away as it had seemed.

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[billyrussohaven]

Into My Web

Bonus chapter!

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.

A/N: A bonus epilogue-like chapter for you all to soothe your wounds from the last chapter...😘❤️

Billy had felt true grief only once in his life, when Maria and the kids were gunned down. He knew there was a chance he'd feel it again sometime since he was pretty attached to his mismatched family. Attachments made you weak after all, and he knew if Frank or any of the others died, it would destroy him. The fact they were all vampires though made it less likely to happen so he didn't find himself worrying about it too much. He never thought he'd feel grief over a human, a pet no less. He never thought he'd feel grief over you. Yet here he was, slightly drunk, miserable and drowning in grief.

At the time, he felt like it had been the only solution. He couldn't have you the way he wanted, couldn't keep things as they were and he couldn't let you go. What other option did he have? There was also the issue of Frank's words getting under his skin, at realising that you didn't deserve the life he'd inflicted on you yet he knew he couldn't change it. At the time he felt like he was doing you a favor, putting you out of your misery. He couldn't even blame it on the booze he'd consumed before because he knew he'd have probably come up with the same plan even sober, yet if he was honest he wasn't sure he would have been able to go through with it without the alcohol dulling his senses. Even with it, the whole ordeal had been painful and he kept hearing your voice, your last words, on repeat as you begged him to stop. But he'd let the beast take over him completely, there was no stopping. He never shied away from the fact he was a monster and he usually relished in it. But right now he felt more of a monster than he ever had and he didn't like it. 

Two days had passed since he'd murdered you and he felt like he was adrift at sea with no life raft in sight. He'd buried you in the garden but he'd not put you with all the others that he didn't know the name of. He made sure you had your own place. He'd dressed you in a pretty white sundress, one of his favorites on you, before laying you to rest next to a large rose bush. He'd reached out to someone he knew and pulled some strings to get a coffin sent right to his place, extra money to not ask questions. He'd gotten you a pretty one, spending far more than he needed to for someone that wasn't even around anymore. But he wasn't just going to throw you into a hole in the ground. After that he'd done nothing but lay on the sofa and be miserable. The only time he'd moved was to go to the vampire bar and throw money at the owner until he was able to take home some of the alcohol that could actually get him drunk. 

He hadn't been able to go into the bedroom since it happened, his mind tormenting him. If it wasn't replaying your death it was replaying times you'd both spent together actually happy and it ate away at his sanity. The whole house still smelt like you but the bedroom was worse and he knew he couldn't handle it. He was even considering moving. There wasn't a damn thing in the place that didn't remind him of you in some way.

He hadn't been to work, hadn't spoken to any of his family. Hadn't done anything but miss you so much it made him sick. He hated every second of it. He hated that he felt this way at all. He'd considered killing you plenty of times in the time you'd spent with him, even thought of how he'd do it too. Sometimes he'd get the urge to snap your pretty little neck for the smallest of things because he'd get sick of going round and around in circles with you. But somewhere along the way it had changed and he hadn't noticed until it was too late. He'd gotten attached to his little human and then he'd done the unthinkable. He'd killed you and now you were gone. Even though he didn't exactly have any other solution on hand to the issue of the feelings he'd developed or how yours weren't even real, he couldn't help but wish he could turn back time and still have you here with him. Remorse wasn't something he was used to. Would it have been so bad for him to just pretend your feelings for him were real? To pretend he could be good for you? 

He was lying on the sofa, not as drunk as he'd like due to his metabolism but still quite drunk as he glared at the ceiling with unseeing eyes. The TV was on loud to drown out the torturous silence that permeated the place since you'd gone. He'd never minded silence before but now he couldn't stand it. It was unbearable. He was well aware the hunters could come bursting in at any moment and he'd be a prime target in his state but he couldn't bring himself to care. His head was swimming thanks to the booze and also his messy brain and he didn't know which way was up. He couldn't believe how in the span of just a few days, everything could go so wrong. 

Maybe this was karma coming back to bite him in the ass. Life giving him something beautiful and precious and letting him destroy it like everything else he touched. Not letting him see what he had until it was gone. Not giving him any other fucking option to his problem. Maybe this was payback for all the atrocities he'd committed in his life, his penance for his sins. Maybe he deserved this gut wrenching suffering and maybe, just maybe, Frank was right all along.

***

White hot pain was the first thing you felt, like your blood was acid running through your veins burning everything inside of your weakened frame. You woke up with a loud gasp, heaving air in your lungs, your eyes wide open in the darkness. You looked around but couldn’t figure out where you were. Your hands flew upwards and hit hard wood, you moved your arms and legs around furiously trying to find the way out.

“No, no, no, no,” you said over and over again realising you were stuck inside the smallest of boxes. Pure panic took over you and you punched and kicked through the wood surprisingly easily as dirt filled in. You kicked and clawed your way up and out into the open.

You crawled out of the ground, shaking and confused. A needle sharp pain in your skull made you hiss and cradle your head with both hands. You shut your eyes tightly. Your senses were overloaded with information and hit you all at once. Everything was heightened to an unbearable degree and you couldn’t filter out any of it. Between the pain and the chaos inside you, there was an astonishing realisation. You could see, hear, taste, smell, and feel everything. Like there were now things you could understand and experience that your human mind would not have been able to.

You whimpered, sitting down and tugged hard at your dirt covered hair trying to make it all stop. 

“Make it stop, make it stop, make it stop,” you mumbled over and over again rocking back and forth on the ground. You looked around you, you remembered this place, it was in the backyard, Billy’s backyard. You turned around, the realisation slowly sinking in, as you looked back to the spot where you crawled up from.

Your own grave.

You heard him then, Billy. Your head snapped to the house, memories quickly coming back to you. You hissed, pure anger like you've never felt ripped through you and made you gasp. It was gone as fast as it came, your own head confusing you, everything heightened, even your own emotions.

You got up so fast you stumbled forward, like you were trying to walk through somebody else's body. You marched forward feeling on edge, like you'd snap at any moment. You opened the backdoor with so much force you almost tore it from its hinges. You walked to the living room where you were sure he'd be.

Billy jumped up on unsteady feet from the sofa when he heard the door fly open, looking around for the threat. He didn't expect to see you come into the room. He blinked dumbly for a moment as he took in the state of you. Your white dress now covered in mud as well as the rest of your body. But something was far more distinct than any of that. The lack of heartbeat. You weren't alive, you were very much dead. He shook his head and closed his eyes as if to clear the vision from his mind. It had been creative in torturing him with thoughts about you but this one was new. Yet when he opened his eyes again you were still there and his brain started to hurt not understanding what was happening. Was he finally going insane? 

The moment you laid your eyes on him you pounced. In the blink of an eye you were on him flying to the floor with him under you.

“You! YOU! Y-Y-You put me in a box! You put me in a b-box!” you screamed in his face so loud it hurt your own ears. Your hands flew to cover them up with a whimper. You broke down in sobs, sadness turning into raw despair, replacing the pure anger you felt seconds ago.

Billy looked up from where he was laying under you, watching you with wide eyes. You felt very much real and he suddenly sobered right up with the realisation that he wasn't hallucinating. You were here and you were turned. He wracked his brain to try and figure out just how the fuck it had happened, replaying that God awful night in his head at rapid speed. He somewhat remembered you biting him, you must have drawn blood. He'd turned you. The guilt he felt at killing you increased to overwhelming proportions. He'd not only killed you but then he'd put you in a box and made you dig yourself out of your own grave, and he knew you were claustrophobic. The pain that ripped through his chest was unimaginable. He never wanted this for you. 

"You killed me! Why?! Why did you do it?! Why did you hurt me?!," you asked him with a voice filled with heartbreak and rejection. Your dirt covered hands closing into small fists to hit him as you wailed.

Billy's throat constricted and his nostrils flared as he felt his eyes sting. Despite everything he'd been feeling, he'd not shed a tear. But now seeing you here suffering like this, seeing you so betrayed and hurt by what he'd done, he could feel the tears fighting to escape. He didn't fight you as you hit him, too shocked by what was happening.

"I… I'm sorry," he lamented, not able to offer you anything else in that moment. He didn't know what to say. He didn't have a good enough reason for what he'd done, even if it had felt right at the time. He reached out his shaky hands, cupping your cheeks as he felt his heart shatter. You were finally back here with him but at what cost? There was no telling how different you'd be now. Your skin was cold yet still as soft as he knew it to be and his lower lip quivered a little as some relief washed over him at you being here with him. The more selfish part of him not able to hide that he was happy you were back. He never thought he'd see, hear or touch you again.

You stopped and buried your face in his chest. His scent was now even stronger, sweeter than before. It filled your heart with mixed feelings, but you couldn't deny the love you still felt for him. He didn't waste a moment to wrap his arms around you as he breathed you in deeply. Your scent was a little different now but not too much. He enjoyed the feel of you in his arms again and he buried his face in your hair as he held you tightly, scared if he let go he'd find out none of this was real.

“Why am I not breathing? What’s happening? I woke up buried alive, am I dead?” you asked sniffling back your tears.

“And why is everything so bright?!” you complained, shielding your eyes from the lights. You got back up on your feet moving erratically, in jerky movement and mumbling nonsense looking everywhere around you.

Billy stood quickly, moving to turn the lights off. Vampires could see in the dark so you both didn't need them anyway. He didn't know how to tell you what had happened. That he'd turned you and he hadn't even meant to do it. How you were still supposed to be laying in your coffin and resting peacefully. 

“I. Am. So. Hungry!” You snarled, looking around for food. You whimpered at the piercing pain in your gums at the mention of it. You brought your shaky hands to your mouth and touched what was now definitely fangs instead of the usual human canines. You whimpered, looking up at Billy, your eyes filled with vulnerability, pleading for help, for answers.

His heart was breaking all over again at seeing you this way. He remembered how scary it was to be turned and he hated that you were going through it. He walked over, cradling your face in his hands as his mind was still reeling that you were really here.

"You're a vampire, kitten," he murmured, not able to hide the sadness in his voice.

You looked up at him, stunned for a moment before breaking into a fit of giggles. The sound of it was eerie in the darkness yet you couldn't stop giggling. Of course you were a vampire now, it wasn't like life was gonna cut you a break in the afterlife. You paced around, small giggles filling the silence here and there as his words sank in. What would happen now? Would he still keep you around? How would you cope with the change on your own? And there were hunters out there now looking for vampires.

You felt all the remaining life and strength leave your body and you dropped to your knees on the floor. There wasn't any giggling now. You truly were destined to suffer and now you had nothing but the cold, dark, wasteland of eternity in front of you.

Billy looked at you, his whole body tense as his dark eyes couldn't move from you. He really wasn't sure how to fix this and he was starting to worry all of his mind games were about to come back to haunt him. He moved over to you, crouching in front of you as he tucked some of your hair behind your ear.

"Get on the bed and rest. I'll get you some… food," he muttered quietly. He hated how lost you seemed and he knew it was all his fault. He'd wanted to put you out of your misery and now he'd trapped you in it forever.

"B-but I'm covered in mud," you said weakly, thinking just how far away the bedroom was. Yet you staggered to your feet holding on to him.

He heaved a heavy sigh before scooping you into his arms.

"I got you, sweetheart. You don't gotta worry about nothin', I'll take care of you," he said softly as he carried you upstairs. He just wanted you to feel better. Wanted the pain in his chest to go away. He knew the blood would help but he couldn't help but wonder just how you'd react. Not just to your first time feeding but after too. He didn't like the uncertainty of the whole thing, not knowing just how you were going to be now you were turned.

You nodded and whispered thankful words to him, closing your eyes.

"So tired," you said, wishing you could sleep forevermore, ironically.

He walked to the bedroom, holding you with one arm as the other hand pulled the covers back on the bed. He didn't care about the mud. The sheets could always be changed. He lay you down before he pulled the blanket over you and perched on the bed next to you. His hand stroked your hair as he looked down at you, still feeling shocked you were here.

"I gotta go out and get you somethin' to eat. You gotta promise to stay here and rest, alright?" He asked softly. The last thing he needed was a baby vampire going out and feeding. First feeds were intense and you'd end up exposing yourself. But he knew you were weak and tired so he hoped you'd just stay in bed 

"Will you come back to me?" You asked, anxious he was just gonna go away, get rid of you for a second time.

"I'll always come back to you, kitten," he murmured, voice wavering a little before he leaned down and pressed a kiss to your forehead. He loathed himself for what he'd done to you. You gave him a weak smile and nodded, making yourself comfortable in his bed, letting his smell wash your worries away.

He gave you one last look before he stood and left the room. He was wearing sweats and a t-shirt, his hair all over. He hadn't been looking after himself. He slipped on a hoodie and some sneakers before he quickly left, locking the door behind him. When he got to his car, he sat there gripping the steering wheel as he blew out an unnecessary breath. He's spent the last two days wishing he could take it all back. Wishing he could have you back with him. Now he had and he wasn't sure what to think. It was the typical case of be careful what you wish for. You were back but you weren't… you. Not fully. You were different and he wasn't sure just how different you'd be. He didn't like the uncertainty of the whole thing. He felt like this was more of that karma bullshit. Just more suffering on top of everything. Now he had to watch you going through all of this with no idea just how fucked your head would be. He tried to push all of his thoughts away, tried to focus on the fact you were back. He started the car as he pulled out, his goal to go and find someone for you to drain. 

When Billy got to the bar, he was well aware he wasn't his usual pristinely dressed self. He hadn't exactly had time to change and make sure he looked presentable. But despite the fact he looked like he'd been living in the gym for a couple of days, he knew he would still be the best looking guy in the place. He walked in with his head held high, making a beeline to the bar. He ordered a drink and when it came, he sipped it leisurely as his dark eyes scanned the place for his target. The place wasn't exactly classy but it was full to the brim. He'd thought quite a bit on his way over to distract his mind that was going a mile a minute. He'd thought about what kind of victim he'd pick for you. Guys were out of the question or course. Not only did he just really dislike the idea but girls were much easier to subdue. Easier to lure and reel in. 

There was a blonde woman at a table by herself. Big breasts and tiny everywhere else. A typical little Barbie. He'd fucked plenty of girls like that in the past though he'd admit they were never really his favorite. Then you came along and nobody was good enough. He didn't think you'd be fond of that one so his eyes looked elsewhere. Each one ended up a firm no and he was getting frustrated as he drank his drink, but then his eyes met a pretty redhead's across the bar. Her clothes left little to the imagination and Billy could see quite clearly just why she was in a place like this. She clearly had a goal in mind herself. She was attractive, although nothing compared to you, but she was the only one who'd piqued his interest. And yeah maybe the red hair was what sold him since he'd always had a thing for redheads. If he had to watch you feed then he could at least make it entertaining.

He had mixed feelings about the whole you being a vampire thing. He hated that he'd done this to you when the whole point of killing you was so you'd finally find peace after suffering your whole life. But the beast inside of him was strangely pleased at the revelation. Not only because it meant you were back but also because he couldn't wait to meet your own little monster. The rational side of him was worried about it. A lot of people when turned would end up with their worst traits enhanced and he was worried about your mental state after all the trauma you'd been through. The more primal side of him couldn't wait to watch you bare your fangs and feed and he knew his body would have a certain reaction to seeing it. He felt all mixed up, more divided by his nature than he'd ever felt before. He'd always felt one with the beast since he'd turned but now he felt like Billy and the monster were two different people.

He pushed all of the thoughts out of his head. He was here for a reason. He gave the redhead a sly smirk before he turned back to face forward as he sipped his drink. Just as he knew she would, she came over and sat next to him.

"Hi, my name's Louisa," she purred, fluttering her lashes flirtatiously. Billy glanced at her, flashing her his best charming smile as he finished the rest of his drink off in one go. It was regular whisky so it wasn't like it did anything.

"Billy," he supplied, his dark eyes purposely sweeping over her body. He wasn't disappointed and it had the desired effect when she smirked widely and leaned closer to him.

"Nice to meet you Billy," she said softly. 

He licked his lower lip before twisting in his seat to face her better.

"I'll be honest… I've had a real shitty day. Usually I'd turn on the charm and buy you a coupla drinks, but right now all I wanna do is take you home and show you a good time," he murmured smoothly, lips tugging into a smirk. She looked taken aback by his boldness for a moment before she giggled, biting down on her lower lip.

"Sounds like a plan to me," she grinned, wiggling her brows at him. His smirk widened but only because of how easy it was. He needed to get back home to you. The idea of you laying in bed hungry and sad didn't sit well with him. 

Before long he was pulling into the driveway of his house. Louisa had been pretty handsy on the way back here but he'd successfully avoided her advances with the excuse of wanting to get somewhere private and comfortable. He unlocked the door and let her go through first before he walked in and locked the door. He grabbed her wrist and tugged her to him, leaning in like he might kiss her.

"Don't fight back and don't scream. You're not scared and you wanna be here," he muttered lowly, using his compulsion on her. It would be messy enough as it was since it was your first feed and the last thing he needed was her causing a scene. He took her hand and led her up the stairs to the bedroom.

You opened your eyes the moment you heard the door close. You could hear the steady heartbeat, pumping rhythmically but the sound wasn’t what woke you, the smell was. It had you sit up in bed moaning, the mouthwatering smell getting stronger and stronger, following Billy to the bedroom. The door opened, your eyes flickered to Billy then to her. She reminded you of the first girl he brought home to make you jealous, a low primal growl escaped your lips, fangs descending with a hiss as you glared back at her. You glared so intensely  from the bed it was a miracle she didn’t burst into flame.

Billy watched you for a moment with rapt attention, taking in your reaction. If he wasn't a big bad vampire himself then he might have been intimidated by the look on your face. It was a good job he'd compelled the girl or she'd be making a run for it.

"What do you think, kitten?" He asked softly, wondering how you felt about his choice. If he was honest, he didn't really need to be so fussy. Anyone would have done, blood was blood. But he'd tried to put some thought into who he brought back for you.

You stayed perched on the edge of the bed like a wild cat studying her prey, your head tilting this way and that way, not hearing Billy. The only thing your brain was processing was her, more specifically, her blood, every cell of your being zeroing on her.

Billy's eyes darted from you to the girl and then back again. The girl was looking around curiously, completely relaxed and not sensing the very real danger literally right in front of her. He didn't say a word, just waiting for the other shoe to drop as he watched you. Waiting for you to pounce.

You were standing in front of her in the blink of an eye, your small hand grabbing her by the throat at a painful angle like she was a ragdoll. You tilted your head to one side, your unblinking empty eyes on her, the beast in you making small chirping like noises.

Something washed over Billy and he wasn't quite sure what. But he watched you with slightly parted lips and dark eyes, taking in everything about this new version of you. It was strange. You'd gone from acting like a scared little girl to a predator and he didn't think he'd ever be able to get used to that.

You pounced, sinking your fangs deep and hard in her neck. You gripped her so tightly you felt her shoulder bones snap with a loud wet noise. The moment her sweet blood touched your tongue, you fell into a bottomless frenzy. You dropped to your knees, taking her down with you as you gnawed at her neck for more blood. Her precious heart pumped all the blood into your mouth without you even having to suck, making you purr and moan in ecstasy. You looked up at Billy with your crimson eyes adorned with dark protruding veins.

He felt his own eyes change as yours met his. A small part of himself was devastated to see you this way. That he'd done this to you. But most of him was overtaken by the primal tugging he felt pulling at him for you. His beast reaching out to yours. Seeing you vamp out like this and feeding had arousal flooding his system hard.

You pulled back to spit a piece of muscles to the floor and went back to suck the last drops her feeble heart could give you. Her neck finally snapped at the rough handling, the final straw making her poor heart stop completely. You hissed, shaking her body like an empty bottle of ketchup, biting her wrists to get every last drop of it. You wanted more, you needed more, more, more...

You tossed her to the side, a new faint smell reaching you after feeding for the first time, completing the process. In what felt like two steps, you were kneeling head first in the kitchen fridge, ripping apart one of the blood bags Billy kept in case of emergencies.  

Billy looked at the door where you'd vanished from and growled. He'd tried to grab you but even with his fast reflexes, you were faster and he hadn't been able to stop you. Baby vampires were a bitch to deal with. He used his vamp speed to follow you down to the kitchen, knowing full well your hunger wasn't sated yet. He remembered that feeling well. It would ease over time and the blood lust was easier to control after a while. But you were newly turned so he'd have to deal with that for a little bit. 

You spit back the first sip, choking on the disgusting stale taste of it yet going back to gnaw at the bag. You emptied two more before finally feeling satiated. You finally stood up, heaving a long sigh, feeling your body mend itself with the blood. Your thoughts were now clearer, your body felt strong yet agile, fast. It felt like electricity in your veins. You turned to Billy, looking even more handsome and flawless with your vampire sight, licking your lips.

You looked like you felt better and Billy's body relaxed a little, despite the arousal still coursing through his veins. The small part of him that was conflicted over the whole thing seemed to get quieter and quieter the more he felt his need for you grow. The more his animalistic side to him took over. You had blood all over your chin, dripping from your mouth, dirt all over you. Yet to the monster in him, you'd never looked more perfect.

��Shower?” You suggested, licking the blood off your fingers, giving him an innocent-like look as if you didn’t just crush and drink a human dry and three bags of blood. He blinked dumbly at you for a moment, eyes red and intense as he watched you licking the blood from your fingers.

…What has he done

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After the Rain

Photos are not mine. They are courtesy of Pinterest/Google

Pairing: Billy Russo x F! Reader

Warnings: Angst, couple of swear words, mentions of physical abuse, alludes to violence, fluffy ending

Word Count: 1390

Summary: An ex hurts you, and Billy starts to see red. He’s there to make sure your ex never puts his hands on you again.

A/N: I guess I have angst on the brain and I needed to get it out. Maybe I just need a hug 🤣 and I’m still trying to get the hang of this drabble thing, it’s hard to write shorter fics 😉

As always, thank you for reading!  I appreciate it so much and comments, reblogs are welcome and encouraged. Don’t be shy to tell me your favorite part. 💕💕 💕

Heavy raindrops pelted against the windows of the high rise. The harmonious sounds of the storm over head were soothing as you quietly observed the dull city skyline from the living room window. Shadowy gray clouds travelled quickly across the sky, dumping buckets of rain on the busy city below.

It was a fast moving storm.

The intense rumbles of thunder resonated throughout the entire room, shaking the building at times. Rain attacked the side of the building vigorously, sounding like tiny pebbles hammering against the glass, it sounded as if the glass might shatter, like your heart did for him.

The sky was angry…very angry, just like he had been.

Not at you. No, no, no not at you. He could never be that angry with you, he loved you.

A flash of lightning illuminated the late afternoon sky, followed by a clap of thunder that sounded as if it was right above you, inside the room.

It startled you.

Surely, that one would wake him. But it didn’t. Over on the couch, Billy laid there fast asleep. He didn’t stir even a little bit. Normally, he was a very light sleeper but he’s been asleep since late last night.

When you first met him, he noticed the bruising on your arm. You had left your ex after he had made another handprint shaped bruise when he gripped and squeezed your upper arm, it wasn’t the first time he had put his hands on you. You were scared of him, scared that he would find you and hurt you again.

And Billy had told you. “If he even puts a finger on you again, I’ll kill him.”

Another loud boom of thunder sounded off above you.

When you hadn’t come home from work on time yesterday, Billy started to worry. His phone calls and texts went unanswered. Where could you be?

As soon as you stumbled through the door, he was sickened by the blood dripping down your chin, the discoloration that was just starting to form around your eye, your swollen cheek, and the red finger marks around your neck.

“He found me, Billy. I don’t know how but he found me.” You had sobbed into his crisp white dress shirt that was now coated in blood.

You were covered in city sidewalk dirt and filth after falling to the ground, he had made sure no one was around to help you. Your clothes were just a reminder of what happened to you so Billy threw them away, his blood boiling over, wanting to punch the wall as the rage overwhelmed him at the thought of that monster’s hands on you, hurting you, choking you so you couldn’t scream for help.

Meticulously, he cleaned every inch of your body. He washed away all traces of blood and dirt that he could see, gently so he didn’t hurt you, telling you that he was sorry and he will never let it happen again. He would make sure of that.

You felt him shaking with anger as he helped you put clothes on, making sure you were alright before he left to go do whatever it was he was going to do.

“I’ll kill him.” He had told you before with his lips pulled back to reveal gnashed teeth.

The cold hard tone behind those three words was frightening. You knew exactly what Billy was capable of but you didn’t want him to go.

“Please don’t go, Billy! Stay with me, please!” You begged.

But it was too late, he was gone.

You don’t remember passing out, it was probably a form of shock but you must have slept for at least a couple of hours because it was dark when you woke up.

The empty apartment had an eerie feel to it, the air felt ice cold and you were afraid for him. Your external wounds would heal but if they took him away from you, that wound would be too deep to recover from.

There wasn’t anything left to do but wait.

You had made yourself some tea but were too nervous to drink it, all you could do was sit in the dimly lit apartment, in silence, carefully watching the steam rise from the cup until there wasn’t any left which is when you heard keys unlock the door.

Spatters of blood that weren’t on his shirt when he left, decorated the front of it like red confetti. His hair, normally perfectly combed, had fallen into his eyes and the violent fury that had been in those dark intense eyes had disappeared.

Crashing against his body, you wrapped your arms around his torso. Clasping your fingers together around his body, you clutched him so tightly that you could feel the blood rushing out of your fingers as he embraced you back, shutting his eyes, and exhaling loudly. He was just happy to be home…with you.

“I didn’t do it.” He had whispered.

“Billy?” You said, slightly confused.

“I hurt him…bad, but I—I didn’t kill him.” He said, kissing the top of your head. “My thoughts were of you…if I had gone through with it, they would have taken me away from you. And I can’t be without my sweet girl.” He tilted your chin up to meet his gaze and kissed you ever so softly, he didn’t want to disturb the deep cut on your lip.

You pulled away slightly and looked at his hands. The dried blood underneath his fingernails was dark red, his knuckles were cut up, and his palms were stained. He had made an attempt to clean himself up before he came home but everything was stained red.

“He’ll NEVER hurt you again.” He told you with acid in his tone.

That was last night.

You woke up this morning to your face throbbing and your eye swollen and black so you went to the kitchen to get something for the pain and found Billy sound asleep on the couch as the dark ominous rain clouds started to conceal the late morning sky.

“I’ll be in, in a minute baby.” He had said last night, a glass of bourbon in his hand. “Try and get some sleep.”

But Billy never made it to the bed, he never even finished his bourbon. The weary look in his eyes before you had gone to bed, worried you. All of that hatred, all of that rage had consumed him and he was exhausted because of it, so you let him sleep. It was probably the most he’s slept since you met him.

You weren't sure you were worth all of this but to Billy, you were worth it.

He loved you and he was willing to kill for you.

Watching and listening to the pouring rain in front of the window, wrapped up in your blanket, the pain in your cheek started to subside, and you could open your eye just a little more. You probably looked worse than you felt, even managed a slight smile while turning around to watch him sleep.

The stains and dried blood had all been washed away, sucked down the shower drain never to be seen again but Billy would see them. Every time he looked at his hands, he’d see that asshole’s blood under his nails but he was alright with it because you were safe.

And he would do it all again if he had to.

As the storm passed, it gave way to lighter, silver colored clouds. The thunder was miles away by now and Billy had started to stir. His long slender fingers lightly resting on his stomach began to twitch, he shifted his body, slowly turning toward the outside of the couch.

Was there anything he wouldn’t do for you?

His eyelids fluttered open, revealing the pools of dark chocolate underneath. As he wiped the sleep from his eyes, he smiled at you. A smile that said “I love you.” A smile that told you no one would put their hands on you ever again.

You smiled back. It was a smile that said “I love you too.” And silently thanking him for being your lover and protector.

He would always be your protector.

The storm was finally over and the sky was already starting to look a little bit brighter.

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A beating heart of stone.

A Monsters in the Dark Drabble

Sexism/misogyny, blood, canon typical violence, dark themes, your media consumption is your responsibility, protective!Billy, fem!reader.

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516 words, reposted with edits, fleshing out Billy’s feelings a little more.

“You know, Russo. Your girl sure is sweet, the hostess with the mostess,” he said, referring to how you’d served him, and other guests last weekend with a cheerful smile on your face, never once spilling the drinks.

He could see why Russo liked you, kind and soft. “Not very pretty, but it would be a shame if something happened to her, being a woman. I could protect her better. I got more money.” His competitor said, flashing his yellowed teeth in a grin, and drinking a beer in Billy’s kitchen. They had been talking business, or rather he’d been trying to swindle Billy.

“I’ll give you twenty percent for her.” He said, leaning on the counter. Like you were for sale. “A deal for an orphan like you.”

Billy felt a rage that someone would threaten you, diminish you as helpless because you were a woman, sexist fuck, and then try to take you from him. You were his. The only person he cared about besides the Castles. He gnashed his teeth together, fingers tightening on his beer bottle. He looked down as Elias set his fingers down on the counter, a gaudy family ring on his finger.

Before Elias could blink, Billy grabbed a butcher knife out of the wooden dock, and slammed the knife down on his fingers calmly, slicing them off knuckle down, a single minded purpose to send a message.

Elias howled, as he made an awful mess, bleeding everywhere, grabbing his hand looking at what remained in horror.

Billy grabbed a bag and some ice, putting his fingers in it, before handing it to Elias. “Go get your fingers put back on. But next time you threaten my girl? I’ll throw them in the Hudson.” He bared his teeth at Elias.

“You’re fucking crazy! I’ll get you for this, Russo.” Elias shouted, holding his bloody hand, his face twisted in an ugly scowl.

Billy only grinned, dark eyes like pits. He drank his beer, watching Elias walk out, carrying his fingers in the bag, meaning to wait in the building’s lobby for an ambulance.

He cleaned the blood up in his kitchen, the mess itching his brain, something fierce. He wondered if he was capable of loving you with how bitter and bruised his heart was, from people who were supposed to love and care for him.

He scrubbed the counter, thinking about how he’d initially wanted to be needed. And your softness made him believe in good things like tenderness. And he’d wanted that for himself, and so he’d encouraged your love, indulging in you. But then with each taste of you, he hungered for more.

And then, he’d gotten what he’d chased all his life, affection. He was wanted for who he was. But sometimes he didn’t know what to do with it, fumbling in the dark to return your feelings.

But he realized as he threw the dirty cloth in the wash, that he'd burn his heart out of himself just to keep you warm, and that was enough.

Attachments be damned, but goddamn he liked you.

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[marvelmusing]

...So...The older version of William with the 'stache and gray hair is doing things to me...like the more I look at it the more i turn into a whimpering mess (#daddykink enabled?) What do you think? 👀 The world needs a 1920 hot old daddy William blurb...He's like a soft Russo, cocky, smartassish, proud... old William and old/Billy are living rent-free in my head...H..E..L..P..

P.S: Je t'aime 😘

I’ve just watched the episode with him in, and it’s safe to say I’m in love with William Thurber, he deserves all the kisses in the world

He already exists in an AU in my head where Pickman was just a really creepy classmate who regularly shows up in William’s life after university.

William is just a very sensitive soul (and definitely has anxiety) who is majorly disturbed by the gore of Pickman’s work (and there’s no real monsters or spirits haunting him). He often has nightmares about the creatures in Pickman’s paintings, but of course you’re there to comfort him when he wakes in the middle of the night.

His also a thriving artist because I said so

Like please sir just sit me in your lap and I’ll listen to you talk about fancy art things and watch all your friends be jealous of how smart and talented you are. I don’t know how to tie a tie, but I’ll learn just so I can help you get ready in the morning.

He’s just a very fine gentleman (a daddy some would say) and I am sorely tempted to write for him

[castlecult]

𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 !!

this isn’t my first kinktober, but i wrote very little the past year so i hope to write more.

following are a few rules and info :

ⵌ you must be 17 and older to interact with this post ( and the one shots linked )

ⵌ check tags before reading anything*

ⵌ i decided to write mostly for fem!readers ( except for gn!readers in some cases ) bc i feel more comfortable that way

ⵌ most of these are gonna be short fics, but it depends also on the theme for each day ( idk if that makes sense )

ⵌ if you wanna get tagged, here’s the form !!

*i don’t plan to write anything too dark or stuff like that, but please check all the tags <3

𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 :

DAY 1. floor sex with billy russo

DAY 2. gun play with natasha romanoff

DAY 3. cockwarming with eddie brock

DAY 4. sex toys with jessica jones

DAY 5. spanking with billy russo

DAY 6. drunk sex with eddie brock

DAY 7. angry sex with marc spector

DAY 8. face sitting with layla el-faouly

DAY 9. dry humping with karen page

DAY 10. overstimulation with matt murdock

DAY 11. shower sex with layla el-faouly

DAY 12. mirror sex with jessica jones

DAY 13. masturbation with karen page

DAY 14. phone sex with frank castle

DAY 15. orgasm denial with peter parker ( tasm )

DAY 16. strap-ons with natasha romanoff

DAY 17. table sex with steven grant

DAY 18. threesome with peter parker + matt murdock

DAY 19. daddy kink with frank castle

DAY 20. size difference with wrecker

DAY 21. praise kink with anakin skywalker

DAY 22. handjobs with din djarin

DAY 23. break-up sex with padmé amidala

DAY 24. keeping quiet with joel miller

DAY 25. public sex with darth maul

DAY 26. somnophilia with steve harrington

DAY 27. squirting with rey

DAY 28. sixty-nine with ellie williams

DAY 29. uniforms with frank castle

DAY 30. hair-pulling with robin buckley

DAY 31. monster fucking with venom