fieryhuntress

[fieryhuntress]

Your firefighter wolf alpha lets you sleep over

General Plot: Your house burns down, but no fear, a handsome firefighter wolf alpha is happy to let you sleep in his guest room.

Wolfman Firefighter x female Reader

Word Count: 3.5k

W: longer nsfw smut, stalking, obsessive behavior, knotting and breeding kink , baby trapping, ambiguous ending

Tears slipped down your cheeks as you watched everything you owned burn to a crisp. Had you left the stove on? A candle? You couldn’t remember, shivering in your bare feet and pajamas wondering what you were going to do next. If it wasn’t for the brand new fire alarm your friend Ruston had installed, you might not have even made it out alive. 

The local fire chief and pack alpha Ruston came jogging over, his yellow uniform hanging open revealing a firm chest of white fur. The blaze cast his huge form in sharp silhouette while the rest of the wolves in his pack fought it with hoses. His eyes were full of concern and he threw his jacket around your shoulders, pulling you over to an ambulance. 

“Come on (Y/N), let’s have the boys look atcha,” he said. 

“I’m fine!” you fussed, scared, confused, and overwhelmed. Your nerves were strung tight. Your hand clapped to your mouth and you looked up at him apologetically. If it bothered him you couldn’t read it on his canine face. 

“Indulge me, peach?” he asked in the soft, but stern voice that always made you cave, “you could have inhaled some smoke.” 

He was right and he was the expert. You needed to listen to his advice. He was always right and sometimes it drove you crazy. He was about fifteen years older than you. You’d met when he came to the elementary school you taught at to teach the kids about fire safety.

After the demonstration you had struck up a conversation and found you both liked to do charity work. Over the years you kept running into each other at the soup kitchen you volunteered at.

He volunteered there too when he could, which wasn’t as often as you because of his job, but often enough for you to get to know each other pretty well over the 8 hour shifts.  

Volunteering, his work, and pack duties kept him too busy to date, so it never really came up and you assumed he wasn’t interested. You thought he was very attractive with his white fur and golden eyes, but you didn't know much about wolves. He probably had a wolf princess somewhere he was prearranged to marry and that was about as much thought as you’d given it over the years you’d known him. 

He let the EMT’s take your vitals and breathe oxygen out of a bag until they were satisfied you didn’t need to go to the hospital. By that point reality had started to set in and tears were forming in your eyes. What were you going to do? Maybe with the cheap insurance policy you had you could afford a new house, but a new car? Clothes? Furniture? Food? Your $500 in savings was not going to cover that. 

You sat on the bumper of the ambulance just staring. You pulled Ruston’s coat tighter around you, catching a whiff of his masculine musk mixed with the slight scent of smoke. It was a small comfort and you let your mind go blank so you could bask in it for a second without any complicated thoughts. His voice pulled you out of your stupor. 

“Hey, peach, it’s going to be okay,” he said, leaning down to your eye level and brushing your cheek with a claw, “you don’t need a place to stay while you get yourself put together, I’ll take you home as soon as we’re done here.” 

You started to shake your head, but he held up his hand. 

“I won't take no for an answer, I know that face too well,” he said, “you're in shock. Don’t try to think right now, just let me take care of it. We can figure out everything tomorrow morning when you’ve had some sleep and some food.” 

You conceded that he probably knew better than you and you didn’t have another plan. Your wallet, your phone, and all your credit cards were in the burning house. 

His claws curled around you protectively as he glanced over his shoulder at the rest of his pack working dutifully to put out the fire. 

“Thank you, Ruston,” you murmured, “I don’t know what I would do without you here.” 

He pulled you into his soft furry chest and stroked your hair.

“Everything is going to be okay, (Y/N),” he assured you. 

You didn’t see how that was possible, but you just closed your eyes and let him comfort you. There was nothing else for you to do. 

–

“What do you mean I’m fired?” you gasped at your principal, holding the slip of paper she’d given you announcing your dismissal. You were wearing clothes Ruston had bought you so you could get back to work, but as soon as you came in you were called into the principal’s office. 

“There was a very serious complaint filed against you Miss (Y/N). You behaved inappropriately with a student’s parent.” 

You gasped in horror as raunchy pictures of yourself in lingerie you’d taken for some past boyfriend were spread out on the table, printed on a sheet of paper along with emails from your address trying to seduce one of your student’s parents. 

“But…but…this…it’s not true! It’s been photoshopped or something! I don’t understand!” 

Your principal raised an eyebrow. 

“That is you in the picture, right?” she asked. 

You nodded numbly. It was you. A much younger you, but the same person. 

“Then I think that says all there is to be said,” she snapped, “we don’t tolerate this kind of perverted, pornographic behavior here, Miss (Y/N), it’s an elementary school. Please vacate the premises or you will be escorted out.”  

Your mind was too muddled to say much else and you stumbled out of her office, tears streaking down your cheeks. You didn’t even bother to ask yourself why Ruston’s truck was still sitting outside of the school waiting for you. 

“What happened, peach? What’s wrong?” he asked, hopping out of the pickup and running over to you. He grabbed you by your shoulders and stuffed you into the passenger seat. 

“They fired me!” you sobbed, letting out big ugly tears. 

“They called me a pervert!” you cried.

“Oh, sweetheart,” he cooed, pulling you across the seat into his lap, “they must have gotten it wrong. Of course you aren’t a pervert. Who would say something like that?” 

You shook your head, your cheeks prickling with salt. 

“I don’t know…I don’t understand it…none of it makes any sense! They’re saying I seduced someone! I don’t even know half the words in the email she showed me!” 

According to the email, you had some very creative ways of referring to your cunt. 

“Shhh,” he purred, pushing your head into his warm chest, because he already knew what they’d accused you of.  

“Let me take ya home, peach,” he said, running his claws through your hair, “we’ll get some food in ya and a bath and everything will look a lot brighter.” 

His slight southern accent and gravelly voice went a long way to soothe you. When he said it was going to be okay, you almost believed it. You sniffled, dehydrated from crying and out of tears, clinging to him in his lap while he drove you back to his house. 

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He unloaded you from his truck and carried you into the kitchen propping you onto a stool while he rustled through the cabinets for ingredients. He’d stocked up on foods for humans just for you. 

He pulled out a bowl and some pancake mix, and rifled through the refrigerator to pour you a glass of orange juice. 

“What am I gonna do Ruston?” you moaned, “nobody is gonna to hire me with that picture going around! I might as well leave the state!” 

He froze for a second before gathering himself and sliding around the counter to you. 

“Don’t say things like that, peach,” he cooed, holding you against him. There was something incredible about having a large fuzzy wolf hold you to his chest and your heart fluttered, despite your misery. 

“Everything is going to be just fine,” he went on, “maybe you should just lay low for a while until this whole thing blows over.” 

“Lay low?” you gasped, “what…what does that mean? Just hide somewhere?I have to eat! I can’t live in your guest room forever!” 

No, because you would live in his bedroom, he thought. 

“But you can live here for a while,” he reasoned, brushing your tears away, “just think about it. You’ve worked so hard, don’t you deserve a break? I don’t mind at all. It’d be nice to have some company for once.”  

“A- a break…?” you mumbled. 

“Sure, hon,” he said, slipping back to the other side of the counter to give you some room to think, “volunteer at the soup kitchen, work on a novel…just take some time to take care ah yourself and let me do the rest. I manage a whole pack, what’s one more?” 

You chuckled. 

“Ruston, thank you for the offer, but that’s crazy,” you said, “I can’t just live off of you. That’d be wrong of me.” 

He flipped a pancake, wondering how to work his way out of this hole. You were too independent, he would have to break you of it. 

“Well then help me out with the pack,” he said, liking the idea more and more as the seconds passed in silence. 

“Doing what?” you asked. 

He shrugged, plating a pair of pancakes for you. 

“I need lots of little errands run, things organized, there’s plenty of work to be done. You don’t have to answer now, just sleep on it and tell me what you think tomorrow.” 

Warm food went a long way towards winning you over. He slid the pancakes across the table to you, covered in butter and syrup and you could forget your sorrows for a few sweet minutes while you ate the fluffy treat. 

“Let’s getcha in the bath,” he said when you were full and had a little smile on your face. Wolves had different baths than humans. Instead of a small porcelain tub, they built large stone baths sunk into the floor with underground heating that could be kept filled and warm for a long time. His was already filled with tepid water, as if he had been preparing for this when he led you in. 

The space felt small, filled with steam and Ruston’s large body. The scent of his musk surrounded you. There was something…maybe his pheromones that smelled so good to you. You just wanted to roll in it. You brushed a few fingers absently over his hip as you slipped past him. 

He reached above you, putting you directly in line with his broad chest and his chiseled pectorals. 

“Here’s some soap,” he said, pulling down a bottle and leaning down to set it behind you. As he dipped his head, his mouth brushed yours. Maybe it was because your life was a total wreck and nothing was making any sense, but you leaned in and pressed your lips against his muzzle. 

You immediately drew back, your cheeks going red. 

“I’m sorry, I don’t know why I- Mppf!” 

Your words were cut short by Ruston’s tongue in your mouth. He lapped at you, kissing in the way wolves did, before dropping his nose greedily down your neck to graze the skin with his teeth. How long he’d been waiting to taste you. He couldn’t stop himself. He was sure he wouldn’t have done it if you hadn’t kissed him first. This wasn’t how it was supposed to happen.

He licked his way down your body, popping the buttons of your shirt and your bra all at once with one downward swipe of his claw. His agile tongue pushed its way past the loose cups to your nipple and he gave it a long lap, before licking and nibbling it with his teeth. 

“Ah…Ruston!” you gasped, surprised by his passion. 

He hoisted you up on the small countertop in the room, stripping you of your pants. 

“Need you,” he grunted, his animal taking over. 

You could see the feral look in his eyes. Ruston was gone and his wolf wanted to rut. 

Something in you said fuck it. Everything else in your life was trash, why not have this one thing? Let the handsome wolf firefighter ravish you. You wanted it. Maybe you’d always wanted him. 

You nodded slowly, giving him your permission, and your panties went with the rest of your clothes. He dropped to his knees, his flat tongue invading your folds. 

“Sooo good,” he groaned into your pussy. He’d waited ages to taste you and it had been worth everything he had done. He wiggled his tongue into your channel eager to lick up your flavor. Your hands gripped his head, digging into the fur on either side of his ears. 

He pushed a thick finger into your pussy, bringing the incredible pressure of his tongue to your clit. Your cunt spasmed around his finger. It had been a long time since you’d had sex and the pleasant invasion blew your mind. Colors flashed in front of your eyes as you ground your hips into his face. 

“Fuck Ruston!” you squalled, “I’m gonna cum!” 

He just growled at you, but it sounded like a good sort of growl, so you let yourself go, pushed over the edge by the vibration of his tongue on your little nub.

You fell back into the cool mirror behind you and Ruston popped up, his muzzle wrinkled and his teeth bared as if he were going to attack. His long tongue ran over his lips, as he drew your juices into his mouth and he loomed over you. It was clear by the thick rod thrusting into his pants and the dark wet spot of precum there what he wanted.

You fumbled with his belt without having to ask and his deep pink cock popped out, drooling cum. He didn’t hesitate to line himself up with your slit and thrust inside. 

“Mine,” he snarled, his claws digging into the fat flesh of your ass as he lifted you up and fucked you into the wall. 

His instincts were locked in on you. He needed to rut you and knot you. He curled his body down to you, so he could tangle his much larger tongue with yours. He savored your flavor before pulling you off of him and propping you up on your knees on the counter so you were high enough for him to enter you easily.

He bent you forward until your cheek was pressed into the glass and fucked you like you were his pretty doll, his hand buried in your hair, holding your head back so he could see your face and your spine arched. 

“Yeah, sweet peach, that’s it,” he grunted, his laser focus dropping to your ass, “you can take it.” 

You weren’t sure of that, feeling his huge shaft in your stomach. He was splitting you open so wide you could only drool and moan into the glass. His cock was made for wolf pussies, you were just a tiny human. He was big enough to fuck you stupid and was just barely squeezing into you. 

He loved how his claws looked digging into the plump flesh of your rump. How he wanted to just take a bite out of it. He felt his knot swelling at base of his cock and he hurriedly jammed it in before it got too big to fit.

He could have waited…held off until your relationship was more established to knot you, but his wolf was having its way with you and it wanted to seal all of his cum inside you and breed you. 

You screamed a full bellied scream at the intrusion. It hurt a bit, but more than that it stretched you more than you thought you could go. He rocked it gently inside of you as it swelled to its full size, careful of your smaller biology, until you moaned again in pleasure. His finger slipped underneath you and stroked your clit, soothing your aches and making your pussy wetter as he worked the knot deeper into you. 

“Easy, little one,” he coached, “you can do it. Just like that.” 

Your pussy milked his cock and his wolf loved it. You had a fat ass, but your pussy was small and his wolf didn’t want to hurt you. He pulsed his thrusts in rolling waves, gently, but firmly bringing himself to release in you as he strummed your clit.

You reached back clinging to his fur with a decadent scream, as he bottomed out in you, forcing himself and his knot all the way in. The two of you came in tandem, his teeth sinking into your shoulder right as your orgasm bloomed masking the pain. 

Your fingers drifted shakily to the wound as you went limp, panicking a little when you pulled back and there was blood, but he nuzzled your hand away with his muzzle, licking the spot until it was soothed. His knot was still inside of you, locking you together, so he slid the two of you backwards into the bath to wait for it to go down.

“Wh-wh-what did you do…?” you panted, the warm water slipping around you while he continued to lick your neck. 

“I marked you,” he said, “but don’t think about it now…just relax.” 

To distract you he flicked your oversensitive clit, licking your neck, until he brought you back up to a dizzying height, so full and stretched around his knot. 

“Let go, (Y/N) he whispered,” you didn’t hear the double meaning in his words, just indulging in your orgasm as you clutched his furry body. 

Finally, you were too spent to think anymore and you let the hot bath and Ruston’s rhythmic licking ease you to sleep. 

As Ruston held you while you slept, he hoped he’d bred you. He’d replaced all of your birth control with sugar pills, so he knew you were fertile. It was only a matter of fucking you until his seed took root.

He licked the wound on your neck again that would scar and leave his bite on you, claiming you forever. The red punctures, the unique shape of his teeth, looked so perfect on your (Y/C) skin. 

When his knot went down he eased himself out of you, cleaning up your pussy a bit with his fingers before he wrapped your dead weight in a towel. He scooped up your panties as he took to his bed. After he laid you down and tucked you in he went down to his basement, unlocking a door only he had the code to. Inside, he’d built your shrine. 

He’d been stalking you for a long time. 

He could have asked you out like a normal person years ago, but he wasn’t a normal person. He needed to own you. It was something perhaps broken in his brain. 

He’d assaulted all your dates, threatening each one after they dropped you off at your front door. No one ever called you back. You chocked it up to hook up culture. He’d crept into your house when you were at the school, stealing your panties and cumming in your food. You’d seriously blamed the little things you found amiss when you returned home on a ghost you’d named “Annie”. 

He stalked your social media, had a tracker on your car, and had installed cameras all over your house that he could monitor from his phone. He’d even phished his way into your email account. Everything that seemed a little off in your life, you’d found a reason to brush away.

The fact that only he commented on your social media photos, the fact that you were always running into one another around town, and that he knew things about you he shouldn't know, like your dress size.

Maybe if you had been thinking about those things it all would have turned out differently.

He wanted you so badly he felt like he could just eat you up. His mouth watered when he thought about it. No, a normal relationship was not enough.

He needed you completely dependent on him. Completely under his control. You had to be his and his alone. He wasn’t even sure he wanted to share you with the children you taught. Only his children should get your love. 

He’d sent the emails getting you fired from your teaching job from your email account, choosing the most chaste lingerie photo he could find to attach, but the most lurid language he could think of. 

He hated to do it, but it was the easiest thing he could think of to get you fired, short of blackmailing your principal. That had been his second plan if this didn’t work, but then he would have to try and do the same thing to every other school you applied to. This way no one in a hundred miles would hire you. 

He’d started the fire in your house, knowing just how to do it as a firefighter. Hiding in the bushes, he'd watched you climb out of your window with the escape ladder he installed. He needed you helpless with nothing for his plan to work, so he'd burned it all up.

There were pictures of you on the wall of this room, locks of hair he’d cut while you were sleeping, notes you’d discarded that he liked the way your handwriting looked, and other things he’d stolen from your house. The most relevant at the moment were the panties pinned to a bulletin board marking important dates to him. 

One pair he’d stolen after he’d watched you bike all the way home from downtown, driving slowly behind you so he could watch your ass as you peddled your little legs off.

Another had been from a day he’d seen you at the soup kitchen and you’d complimented his fur. He just liked that memory so he’d stolen those panties from your laundry bin while you were at work the next day.

There were a hundred of them, stolen over the course of a few years. How you didn’t realize so many of your panties were going missing he never knew, but you always absently ordered more online to replace the ones he stole, thinking the washer was eating them. 

He had them all labeled and he neatly wrote a new label for this one on a crisp strip of paper cut specifically for this purpose. Claiming (DATE). He pinned the note and the panties to his board and stood back looking at all of the things he’d collected. 

He’d sit you down in the morning and explain to you that you belonged to him. He was sure you would accept him, because no one loved you as much as he did. No one knew you like he did. No one deserved you as much as he did and he wouldn’t let anyone else have you. 

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Your pain is my job - Chapter 5

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“You’re going to ruin me, Billy.” You chuckle as you breathlessly pull the man up from between your legs by his hair to kiss him, tasting yourself on that talented tongue.

“From one orgasm? And here I was planning on at least three more for you-”

“Three?! Are you actually trying to kill me?” You laugh, still fuzzy and high from the pleasure he apparently wants to unleash on you again and again and again. 

“Not used to being worshipped, are you, doc?” The far too confident man smirks as he paws at your breasts, gently massaging the flesh as his mouth and tongue lavish attention to your nipple.

“Used being an over-achiever, are you, Russo?” You shoot back, the captain giving what sounds like a low growl as his teeth and lips nip at your skin.

“Hey-” You pull him away from your chest to face you. “You’re not on the ice. Forget about scoring high numbers and just let me enjoy you, okay?”

“You make a tempting offer.” Billy smirks, pulling against your grip to get his mouth on you again, hands still playing with your breasts when his lips can’t. “But what’s in it for me?”  

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I found out your were on Tumblr because Neil Gaiman reblogged something of yours. I enjoy the fact that you both get the "are you really ____" asks. People's incredulity at you both being on this site makes me smile.

I can't speak for Neil, but speaking for myself, a weird elder who lives in the deepest part of the oldest woods, I love it when someone wanders by and notices this little cottage that's pretty much been here since before the woods were planted.

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Your pain is my job - Chapter 3 (Billy/You)

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Billy is waiting in the locker rooms when you finally finish your paperwork. Everything about the game and the following evaluations had to be recorded for future reference and he’s the only team member left in the building.

“You ready to go?” He asks, closing up the equipment bag at his feet when you walk through the door.

“Yeah. Sorry I kept you waiting.”

“No worries.” He shoots you a smile, running a hand through his damp hair as he stands up, the sight of it enough to make your cheeks heat up. “It gave me time to organize my stuff so maybe next training coach won’t yell at me.”

“Here’s to hoping.” You say, feeling oddly shy as he gets his jacket and makes his way over to you. “I’m assuming we’ll take your car? Unless you want to take the bus?”

“You don’t have a car, doc?”

“Not all of us make a million dollars a year, Russo.” You deadpan, trying to appear unaffected by the ease with which he slings his bag over his good shoulder, hockey stick in his other hand.

“It’s more like three,” He grins at the way you move to open the door for him, even winking at you as he walks through. “But who’s counting anyway?”

“You’re insufferable.”

“Yeah, but it’s not my fault you find it sexy.”

“Shhh, keep your voice down, dude.” You hiss, looking around to make sure none of the arena staff were around to hear him.

“Dude?” He laughs as he steps in front of you, the sound echoing in the massive space. “Did you really just call me dude?”

“Well, you’re stressing me out.” You offer meekly, your face on fire as you wish the floor would swallow you whole as he looks down at you.

“I’m sorry.” He says with a soft smile, you’re pretty sure he’s not sorry at all but everything about him in this moment makes your insides all fuzzy. “Want me to kiss it better?”

You try to grab his stick wanting to bonk him on the head with it, but he’s too fast for you. As if he knew what you were going to do, he yanks on the stick once your fingers close around it, sending you tumbling into his chest as he catches your lips in an uncharacteristically gentle kiss.

He stays like that for a moment, only pulling back when he can tell you’re not breathing with a shit eating grin on his face.

“Did I break you, sweetheart?”

“Fuck you, Russo.” You mutter, unable to stop the fireworks going off in your belly, as you watch him shift the stick to his other hand so he can lace his fingers with yours.

“You’re too cute not to tease, you know.”

“Billy… What if someone sees?” You ask, nervously looking around only for him to squeeze your hand as you start moving towards the exit.

“The only people left couldn’t give a shit. I promise.”

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A Better Night

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

Pairing: Billy Russo x F! Reader

Warnings: A couple of swear words, fluffy bunnies and unicorns, alludes to smexy time but PG-13 for the most part. Mention of conceal carry, other self defense weapons

Word Count: 3.3k-ish

Summary: You’ve had a terrible day at work, Billy surprises you at home with dinner and ready to pamper you and make sure you have a better night

A/N: I finished this before I left for my vacation so it’s just been sitting for a month and a half, waiting patiently to be published. I’ve had dreams about this, we all just want to be pampered, right? Especially by this man! I wrote it pretty quickly so if there are mistakes or if it’s boring or bad, I’m sorry. But I hope you enjoy it!

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. 💕💕 💕

It had already been a long day and it was only noon. Your morning was filled with meetings, emails and zero time for breaks. He had called you on your lunch break, as usual, and you had been short with him even though you didn’t mean to be. His initial reaction was to snap back at you but he’s learned a few things since the beginning of your relationship.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath before speaking again. “Well I hope your day gets better, sweet girl.” He said that knowing full well that while your work day may not get better, he was going to try his hardest to make sure your night would be. You’ve gone above and beyond making Billy feel better after a hard day at work, so it was his turn to return the favor.

After hanging up, you immediately regretted being snippy with him. All he did was call to see how your day was going just like he did every day. It was the sweetest thing and you loved him so much for it. Billy didn’t deserve that, so before your lunch break was over, you sent him a text. I’m sorry, handsome. I didn’t mean to snap at you. I love you. But you didn’t receive a reply back and assumed he was probably mad at you. Great, having your boyfriend mad at you just adds to the already banner day you were having.

Your work day didn’t get any better after lunch either. The papers just kept piling higher and higher, the emails kept coming in, the phone never stopped ringing, and all you wanted to do was to go home and relax with a glass of wine until Billy came home. Apologies were better in person anyway.

Billy was on your mind for the rest of the day because of how you treated him and you felt awful. You just hoped he would accept your apology.

After pulling your keys out of your purse, you thought you heard music coming from inside your apartment. Was the television on? Billy never got home before you did, so you couldn’t be positive he was on the other side of the door. He did like to watch the news in the morning, maybe he accidentally left it on.

As you were putting your key into the lock, you noticed one of your freshly manicured nails was broken. Fantastic. You couldn’t get inside fast enough but you were ready in case there was an intruder inside—an intruder who liked listening to romantic music while they robbed you. That sounded absolutely ridiculous but you never know so you had your kitty knuckles on one hand and pepper spray in the other.

Billy heard your keys so he stopped what he was doing in the kitchen to greet you when you walked in.

You carefully opened the door and peeked your head inside and saw him standing near the dining room table. He was wearing your apron that said “No Bitchin’ in My Kitchen,” his dress shirt sleeves were undone and rolled up to his elbows, and he greeted you with his million dollar smile like he always did. “Welcome home, beautiful.” He noticed your weapons of choice in your hands. “Shit baby, put your kitty knuckles and pepper spray away, it’s only me!” Billy started to laugh. “I am very proud of you for being ready though, just in case. I’m surprised you don’t have your piece out.” He joked. Billy made sure you were prepared and equipped at all times.

“Well I didn’t think an intruder would be listening to romantic music while stealing our stuff but I still wasn’t sure. I was just on high alert after the day I had.” You joked back with a smile of your own.

Immediately, you started to apologize profusely. “Billy, I am so sorry. I didn’t mean to—“

He cut you off.

“No, no I know you were just having a hard day, my love.” He said as he removed your purse from your shoulder. “Now, don’t move.” He turned on his heels and headed towards the kitchen, whatever he was cooking smelled delicious. The scent of garlic, onion, and Italian herbs hung in the air.

The red wine sat out breathing in a decanter on the kitchen counter, there were fresh long stem, red roses in the tall vase on the dining room table, and the tapered candles were lit. Everything looked so beautiful.

Like he had read your mind, Billy came back with a glass of wine and he kissed you on the forehead. You didn’t deserve all of this and you couldn’t help but smile because of how adorable he looked in your apron.

“You did all this for me, baby?” You asked, still surprised by it all. Setting your wine on the table, you went to him, wrapped your arms around him as he embraced you too, the scent of his cologne still clung to his shirt from this morning, and you stood there holding each other waiting to see who would let go first.

It was you who pulled away first but it was only to clasp your hands behind his neck and pull him towards you for a kiss. He tasted like tomato sauce and basil. “Well I left work early because I wanted to make sure your evening was better.” He leaned down to kiss you again, the tension in your body loosened slightly, and you were just so relieved to be home with the man you loved.

“So have a seat, my love. Dinner will be ready in a little while.” He gestured for you to go and sit on the couch. “Go on. And don’t distract me.” He winked at you and gently smacked you on your ass, as you let out a little yelp.

You could see why Billy was in charge of people. They listened to him, followed his orders, and worked hard for him. It was because he took care of his employees and now he was taking care of you.

So you removed your shoes, walked over to the couch and sat down with your wine. You were so used to doing chores and cooking when you came home, you weren’t exactly sure what to do with yourself so you asked Billy if he needed any help. “Do you need any help, handsome?”

He yelled from the kitchen. “You’ve been on the couch for 30 seconds and you wanna help?! RELAX, baby! Can you do that for me, please?” You could tell he was smiling as he was saying it but he was very serious that he just wanted you to decompress from your day and you can’t do that if you’re on your feet, trying to help him.

So you just continued to sit on the couch, with your wine, while Billy did whatever he was doing in the kitchen. You were pretty sure he was making the lasagna he knows you love so much.

It was easy to get a rise out of Billy by bothering him and asking him questions, especially while he was cooking. “What are you makin’ in there, anyway?” You asked as you tried to keep from cracking a smile.

“Don’t you even worry about it.” His slight New York accent showing through and sounding incredibly sexy.

You angled your body so your back was resting against the arm of the couch, swung your legs up and turned your head so you could watch him through the breakfast bar window, even though you could only see him from the waist up. His profile was sharp, he had just taken his beard down a little that morning so you could see all of the angles on the side of his face.

Billy’s deep brown eyes concentrating on cutting the herbs to add to the sauce, tasting everything and adding spices when needed. You watched his lips touch the wooden spoon to taste the sauce, his tongue darting out to lick his bottom lip, he raised his eyebrows, nodded his head and set the spoon down on the stove.

He must have felt you staring at him because he turned to face you, smiled lovingly at you and his eyes were glittering like chips of dark glass. “You see something you like, beautiful?” Billy asked.

You smiled back. “I always see something I like when I’m looking at you, my love.” His nose turned a little pink as well as his ears, he was blushing.

Dinner was delicious, Billy did make his lasagna, a Caesar salad and for dessert he picked up some cannoli from the bakery. You each talked about your work day, made each other laugh, and you just felt the stress melt away from your body.

This was exactly what you needed after the day you had, but he wasn’t finished spoiling you yet. You started to gather the dishes to bring to the kitchen when he stopped you.

“No, no love—I’ll do that.”

“But you cooked, Billy so I clean up, those are the rules.” You said, looking a little confused.

“I said I’ll do it, baby.” The tone of his voice was tense, he really did not want you to help. “I laid something out on the bed for you, go put it on.”

You bit back your smile. “What? Billy, you’ve already done so much for me.”

“Just go put it on, sweet girl. I’ll be there in a minute.” He winked at you again and started to clear the table.

Curiously, you proceeded across the living room floor and headed towards your bedroom, glancing over your shoulder a couple of times because you could feel Billy looking at you, waiting to see what your reaction would be.

You adjusted the dimmer switch to give your bedroom a dim glow, he had candles burning in there too and there on the bed was what looked to be the warmest, fluffiest bathrobe you think you’ve ever seen. You reached out to touch it, the fabric ran through your fingers like butter, it was exceptionally soft. What was he up to, anyway?

You undressed and slipped the robe on. It was the softest thing that has ever been on your body, you just stood there for a minute, admiring it, touching it, and you couldn’t believe it was yours. Sitting on the edge of the bed with your legs crossed, you waited for Billy.

You could hear him rinsing the dishes and loading them into the dishwasher, the silverware made chime like noises, and he had wrapped up the rest of the food and put it in the refrigerator.

“Do you like it, baby?” He asked you with his hands in his pockets, while leaning against the door frame, looking at you from head to toe, and smirking while he did it.

“Like it? Billy, I LOVE it! This is beautiful and so cozy.” Your boyfriend was just full of surprises tonight.

“Ok, stay right there.” He walked into your bathroom and began to run the water in the bathtub. You watched him scurry back and forth between rooms, carrying candles, more red roses, a glass of wine, and the strong scents of lavender and rose coming from the bathtub smelled like heaven.

After the tub was full, he turned the water off and shuffled more things around. You bit down on your thumb in anticipation, smiling from ear to ear as you did so. Billy always had to be the best, even if his only competition was from himself.

He tried so hard to make you happy but sometimes smaller gestures meant more than more extravagant ones. The fact that he cooked dinner for you would have been enough but he always wanted to do more.

He made sure everything was exactly the way he wanted it before leading you into the bathroom, he had you close your eyes of course and when you opened them it looked like a scene from a movie.

The warm soft glow from the candles gave off just enough light to see everything he did, your glass of wine was resting on the edge, an inflatable pillow for your head, and red rose petals covering every inch of the surface of the water.

“Billy…it’s beautiful. I don’t know what to say. Thank you.” You said as you snaked your arms around his long torso, he hugged you back and kissed the top of your head.

“I just really wanted you to have a good night, love.” He squeezed you tight and tilted your chin up so you were looking into his endless dark eyes. He inched his face closer to yours and your lips met in the middle, softly at first, and then with more vigor and passion. His tongue twisted and knotted with yours as he started to untie your robe, but he pulled away. “Didn’t I say not to distract me?” He said as you shied away slightly while looking up at him. “Come on, baby. Get in the tub and enjoy your bath, ok?”

It did look very inviting and you actually could not wait to get in. Billy untied the robe, opened it to reveal your naked body underneath, the look in his eyes was primal and raw, his eyes roamed all over you like he wanted to take you right there but tonight was about helping you relax. He let the robe fall completely to the floor, took your hand in his, led you to the tub, and helped you in.

The water was hot, borderline too hot but it felt amazing and the lavender bath oil you could already feel it on your skin. You were at complete ease, he made you forget all about the bad day you had.

Time seemed to stand still while you relaxed in the bath, you haven’t felt this calm in a long time. The tightness in your body let go and when you finally stood up, your legs felt like jelly. You wanted to thank Billy for everything he had done for you tonight, no one has ever done anything like that for you so you dried yourself off, covered yourself with the robe and headed for the living room.

When you walked into the room, there was Billy. He was sitting on the couch with his eyes closed and his head propped up with his hand and his elbow resting on the arm of the couch. “He sleeps.” You said quietly to yourself while smiling. Not wanting to disturb him too much, you carefully walked over to the couch and sat down next to him with ease. Brushing a stray hair away from his face, you sat up on your knees and leaned over to kiss him on the cheek, the bristles of his beard tickling your soft lips.

You weren’t exactly sure why, but tears welled up in your eyes thinking about all of the things this sweet man had done for you today and what he does for you every day. A tear fell down your cheek, that’s when he opened his eyes, somewhat startled. He must have been sleeping hard.

Billy looked over at you, eyes half open and gave you a smile. “Hey sweet girl. How was your bath?” He quickly noticed your tear stained cheek. “What’s wrong? Did I do it wrong? I did it wrong didn’t I, the bath oil was too much? Not enough?”

You grazed his beard with your thumbs. “Billy, no no everything was perfect, baby.”

“Then why are you crying, my love?”

You crawled into his lap, buried your face into the crook of his neck, and kissed him under the shirt collar, his skin was warm and you felt the smile spread across his face. “I don’t know, I just—well, no one has done anything like this for me before. You thought of everything—this was so sweet—and, I just want to say—thank you and…I love you.” Another tear fell down your cheek.

Billy swept his thumb across your cheek to gently wipe the tear away. “Y/n, I just wanted to pamper you a little bit. You put up with me working long hours, my moods, and just…me. You put up with me so it’s the least I could do.” He looked away from you, he did that when he was embarrassed or ashamed of himself in some way, even though he had no reason to be.

“Billy, look at me please.” He turned to face you and pressed his lips together. “We take care of each other, baby. That’s why we, for lack of a better term, work. You love me, right?”

The expression on his face softened and he furrowed his brow a little, like he couldn’t believe that you could even question something like that. “More than anything.”

You gently scratched his scalp with your fingernails and gave him a warm smile. “That’s why we do things for each other, I don’t just put up with you…I love you.”

Billy still really wasn’t used to having someone love and care for him as you do. In the beginning, he always felt the need to buy you something to show you how much he cared for you or take you to an expensive restaurant. While those things are nice, you would try to convey that it wasn’t always necessary.

He’s learned that little gestures like surprising you with flowers, or a cup of coffee, bringing home ice cream because it’s your favorite, are all ways to let you know that he cares about you, they tell you that he loves you, just like he did tonight.

He didn’t give you a diamond bracelet or take you on a fancy vacation, Billy made you feel loved by making you dinner, drawing you a hot bath and making sure you were relaxed. That was more special than any piece of jewelry he could buy you.

“I love you too, sweet girl.” He leaned forward slowly to have his lips meet yours. They tasted like red wine and chocolate from the cannoli.

“Did you eat that cannoli without me?” You asked, narrowing your eyes at him.

He gave you a surprised look. “Cannoli? What cannoli? I don’t know what you’re talkin’ about, beautiful.” Even though he was trying to bite back a smile, it didn’t matter because his eyes were doing the smiling for him.

You inched closer to him and pressed your lips to his again. “Nice try, handsome. I can taste it on your lips ya know.”

Billy touched his tongue to his top teeth and looked down at the tie for the robe then back up to your face.

“You see something you like, Mr. Russo?” You knew calling him that drove him absolutely crazy.

He started to untie your robe.

“I think I could see it better without this on.” He tugged on the robe a little.

As you sat back on your heels, straddling him, Billy untied the robe and lightly touched your smooth glowing skin underneath. He took in the scents of lavender and rose that were leftover from your bath as he nipped at your jaw, your chin tilted up to give him better access to the sweet spot on your neck, and you started to unbutton his dress shirt.

“Let’s go to bed.” He growled in your ear.

Your bathrobe fell to the floor on your way to the bedroom, Billy audibly gasped as he followed close behind you.

You turned around to face him in the doorway to your bedroom, he pulled you by the waist so your body was flush with his as you asked him “Are you finished pampering me, my love?”

“Oh I’m not even close to being done with you.” Billy whispered. “Not…even…close.”

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The Picture of Dorian Gray: *The fate of Ben Barnes' character is dominated by a supernatural portrait*

Shadow and Bone: *The plans of Ben Barnes' character are thwarted by an inconvenient portrait*

Pickman's Model: *okay, stop us if you've heard it before; there's this portrait-*

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My eyes are activated!!

Now that's a visual!!

Demon!Billy making out with his girl on the couch and wrapping his tail around her leg so she can't leave (affectionate)

Demon Billy's tongue literally invading her mouth, rough and sloppy and when she wants to pull back to breathe he barely lets her get a breath in before his mouth us on hers again. When she wriggles too much he holds her wrists down to keep her in place, it almost feels like the literal consumption of her soul.

😌

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🌙 🌓

A continuation of this

Werewolf Billy Russo x reader

Warnings: Angst

"What? Y/N isn't even my soulmate..."

Frank mutters something under his breath, but of course Billy catches it.

"Dumbass boy just got himself in so much trouble-"

"Frank, please, explain."

"You never let me tell you about the soulmate side of this thing, and that's your fault." Frank finally says to Billy.

"Haven't you noticed that your wolf's drawn to her? I've noticed, but you haven't?"

"Isn't that normal? That he would just like some people-?"

"Is it normal?" Frank counters, "has your wolf ever taken to anyone as much as her?"

He stops to think about it. Well, no, he's never been drawn to someone as much as he's been drawn to her. He's never had to urge to bite anyone else either- even women that knew what he was, he's never wanted to mark them-

He sucks in a breath, his body escalating into panic mode.

Suddenly his phone rings. He fishes it out of his pocket to see your picture smiling back at him.

Frank notices the name.

"That's her, picking up on your distress, but she doesn't know why, so she's calling."

Billy glares at Frank, fighting the anxiety building in his stomach and answers the call.

"Hey." Is all he says as he answers.

You're taken back by his tone.

"Billy? Is everything okay?"

He sucks in a breath, he feels it then, the concern, your concern.

He turns away from Frank, as if that'll do anything.

"Hey princess, I'm good, I just have Frank here listening to every word."

You giggle, and his anxiety eases.

"Sorry I made you look less macho. Just wanted to make sure you were okay."

"Why's that? Did something happen?"

"Nuh uh, just, um, just felt like calling is all." He hears you take a breath, "sorry, it's stupid."

Worry.

"Glad you called." He admits out loud.

Flickers of hope, "Yeah?"

"Yeah baby, always glad to hear from you."

You laugh, he squeezes his eyes shut as butterflies make a home in his stomach.

"Okay, I'll see you tonight?"

" 'course, see you." He responds.

You say your goodbyes and he hangs up.

He keeps his back to Frank for a moment more before turning around.

"I can't tell her." He finally says.

"You have to, else she's gonna think she's going crazy."

Billy sighs harshly, feeling the urge to hit something. His anger builds but suddenly washes away under a peaceful vibe. You. He blinks with realization. It's you. Trying to soothe him, and you don't even know it.

"I don't think I want this." Billy says out loud.

Frank raises his eyebrows.

"You're lying to yourself." He says easily.

He shakes his head in denial.

"You don't know what bein' in my head is like, Frankie, and now she's got a front row seat to everything I'm feeling?" He spares a glace at his best friend who's listening intently. "This is gonna end badly."

Frank huffs in amusement.

"It's only gonna get worse, man. The more time you spend with her the deeper the bond's gonna get. Better to tell her now than to have her find out later when she can read your mind."

Billy whips around, "That'll happen?!"

Frank lets out a boisterous laugh.

"Your- your face!"

Billy waits with a stern expression until Frank stops laughing.

"Nah, Bill, that doesn't happen, but she'll start picking up on your emotions, you'll start understanding each other more... until eventually you won't be able to tell where she ends and you begin."

He raises his eyebrows in shock.

"And you're sure she's my soulmate?"

He moves to pour himself a glass of water.

"You tell me. On the next full moon, you'll go crazy if she's not around."

"Fuck."

"Actually, Maria is what keeps me from losing control during the full moon, it's why I stopped going to the cabin."

"Maybe I should leave. You say the more time we spend together, the worse it will get. If I leave, it won't get worse." The thought makes his chest hurt.

He feels the anger rolling off Frank at his words.

"You're okay with doing that to her?"

"I don't want her in my head!" He shouts. Frank puts a calming hand on Billy's shoulder.

"I never should have bitten her." Billy says morosely. Even if he did stay, you'd leave when you realised how fucked up he was. He didn't want anyone experiencing his murderous rage, his extreme jealousy that burned his throat, his unbelievable sadness when he thinks about his mother.

It would be too much for you, too much for anyone.

You'd leave anyway.

So maybe it was best if he left first.

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☁️ Werewolf Billy fluff ☁️

You're laying on your tummy in bed, kicking your feet in the air as you watch Billy get dressed. You take a spoonful of coconut ice cream and pop it into your mouth.

"Does your wolf have a name?" You wonder aloud.

He looks up from tucking his shirt into his pants and lets out an amused laugh.

"You been reading too much fiction, sweetness, no my wolf doesn't have a name... my wolf is me."

You begin to scrape another spoonful of the sweet treat.

"So then your wolf is called Billy too? Or William?"

You raise the spoon to your mouth but he snatches it swiftly, stealing the creamy treat.

"Hey!" You protest.

He cups your cheeks in his hands and lays a bruising kiss on your lips.

"You know how you have a voice inside your head? An instinctive voice that sometimes tell you that something's wrong, or you're forgetting something?" You nod along.

"Well that's my wolf, a voice in my head that runs purely on instinct. I have control in my human form, and when I shift, my actions are based more on instinct and less on rational thought."

"But if you're in your wolf form, what do I call you?"

"My name is fine, sweetness, but in that form, I'd care less about what you're saying and more about the fact that you're saying it."

You hum in thought, "Can you eat grapes? Because dogs can't eat grapes. Or chocolate. Wait, I've never seen you eat chocolate-"

He rolls his eyes and pounces on you. You squeal as he flips you over and lays kisses over your face.

"Bad Billy!" You laugh, "Bad! Down boy!"

He pauses, poking his bottom lip out in a pout.

"You're bein' so mean to me." He complains burying his nose into your neck, sighing as your scent wraps around him. You let out one more small laugh.

You dip your fingers into his hair, massaging his scalp. He lets out a low groan, his hands curl tighter around you.

"Sorry, this is all just, well, it's insane. My boyfriend literally changes into a wolf on the full moon."

He lets out a little laugh.

"I get it, I'd feel like it was too much too, if my boyfriend was a beast in bed on top of being ridiculously hot."

You groan.

"With an ego that big, I dunno why you keep me around." You tease.

He raises his head to look up at you.

I can't live without you, the voice in the back of his head replies, he agrees wholeheartedly.

"Needed someone to cut my toast into diagonal pieces and you were the only one cute enough to do it." He teases, reacheing for your ice cream bowl and putting a spoonful into his mouth.

You huff, "You're lucky you’re good in bed." You mutter under your breath.

He smiles, his hand cup your breasts, running down your stomach, "Want a reminder of how good I am?" He teases.

"Aren't you late for something?" You ask.

"Nah, I still have a couple more minutes." He checks his watch, "oh shit, no I do not." He bolts up from the bed, fixing his hair and grabbing a jacket from the closet.

You roll over onto your front once more, scooping some more of the creamy treat into your mouth.

When he's finished getting dressed, he turns back to place a kiss on your forehead, followed by a few more on your lips.

"Won't be gone long, I'll be back before you know it."

"You better," you tease, "Dunno where I'm gonna find another hot boyfriend if you don't."

He smiles, looking at you.

His eyes glow for a brief second.

"You're gonna pay for that comment when I get back."

You sigh, watching him leave.

"Promises promises." You taunt when he's at the bedroom door.

He gives you a shit eating grin as he walks out the door.

He never did tell you if he could eat chocolate or not.

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six of crows + season 2 sneak peak

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Hello Mr. Gaiman! I wanted to join in the litany of people thanking you for such a wonderful adaptation of Sandman, and add in my own gratefulness. My husband was placed into in home hospice care in late May. He's only 31. At the time, we hadn't gotten a release date yet for Sandman, but I had been annoying him in my excitement for MONTHS. I was so excited to share a story that meant so much to me with my hubs. May came, and of the many pieces of my heart that broke, one of those sadnesses was that I wouldn't get to share Sandman with him. Hubs is still going, I'm thrilled to say, and we were able to watch Sandman together. Thank you for creating such a beautiful adaptation that came to us when we needed it most, and that I was so happy to share with him before Death accompanies him.

That warmed my heart.

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50 WORDS TO USE INSTEAD OF “SAID”

Do you ever find yourself over-using the word “said” in your writing? Try using these words/phrases instead:

stated

commented

declared

spoke

responded

voiced

noted

uttered

iterated

explained

remarked

acknowledged

mentioned

announced

shouted

expressed

articulated

exclaimed

proclaimed

whispered

babbled

observed

deadpanned

joked

hinted

informed

coaxed

offered

cried

affirmed

vocalized

laughed

ordered

suggested

admitted

verbalized

indicated

confirmed

apologized

muttered

proposed

chatted

lied

rambled

talked

pointed out

blurted out

chimed in

brought up

wondered aloud

(NOTE: Keep in mind that all of these words have slightly different meanings and are associated with different emotions/scenarios.)

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My Friends Reacting to Me Telling Them Everything That Happened in It Ends With Us

*Minor Spoilers* *They also don’t really read romance*

Me: “So Lily meets first meets this guy name Ryle”

Friend 1: “What’s his name?”

Me: “Ryle?”

Friend 1: “Ryle? As in Kyle with an R?? The author just took Kyle and made it more white. How the FUCK do you make Kyle more white?”

Me: (Brings up Alyssa for the first time)

Them: “Wait so she’s Ryle’s sister?”

Me: “Yes”

Them: “Why the fuck does she have a normal name?”

Me: (Gushes about Atlas)

Friend 1: “Is he also white?”

Me: “I mean yes, but I honestly pictured him as a person of color the whole time.”

Friend 1: “Cool, so he’s not.”

Me: “No, he’s too good for that.”

Me: “Her full name is Lily Blossom Bloom, and she owns a floral shop. Yes, they also point out how ridiculous that is.”

Friend 2: “Thank God. We’ll call her LLB.”

Me: “Omg BBL?”

Friend 2: “….I’m going to call her that from now on.”

Me: (Talks about all the fucked up stuff Ryle does)

Friend 1: “As expected from a Ryle.”

Me: “Dude…”

Friend 2: “You know, I’m very disappointed that the author never used Ryle’s name as a pun. Like BBL could’ve honestly said “Dang Ryle, you’re really getting riled up right now.”

Me: “She honestly could’ve used that in a sex scene too.”

Friend 2: “See?? Wasted opportunity.”

Me: “Omg you’re going to enjoy this. So Alyssa and her husband have a baby girl and named her after Ryle by naming her ‘Riley’.”

Friend 2: “Ok that’s not bad. Wait how do they spell it?”

Me: “R-Y-L-E-E”

Friend 2: “…Do they just hate their child?”

Friend 2: “Did you tell (Friend 1) about Rylee.”

Me: “Lol no. I forgot to add that detail.”

Friend 2: “Please tell him.”

Me: (tells Friend 1)

Friend 1: (cries)

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MASTERLIST

Hi, I'm Chelsea, and my current muse is Billy Russo from Netflix's The Punisher series. Enjoy this masterlist I put together just for you. I love you all. ❤ Please remember to read my warnings.

* = smut

The Agony of Desire Masterlist

🌙 Werewolf Billy Masterlist 🌙

Monster!Billy Masterlist 🎃

Drabble Masterlist

Ours is Not to Reason Why (On Hiatus)

Part 1* / Part 2* / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5* / Part 6*

Mr. & Mrs. Russo

(No correct order to read them in)

Whiskey Kisses*

A Fire of Devotion*

What Kind of Man Part 1

What Kind of Man Part 2*

Where The Heart Is

Billy & his best friend

Undisclosed Desires*

Devil's Advocate*

Give Me Your Trust*

Wicked And Divine*

Movement*

Dark! Billy Russo

Accidentally on Purpose Masterlist

In The Shadow Of Your Heart Masterlist

Taste of a Poisoned Paradise

Part 1*

Part 2*

Part 3*

Fractured (drabble)

Bring Me To My Knees

Part 1*

Part 2*

Part 3*

Stand Alone fics:

Thinking of you*

Thinking of me*

Innocent reader and Billy*

Billy with a cat (drabble)

Now Our Tongues Are Tied *

Soft Breath, Beating Heart*

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Part 8

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Falling For You

masterlist

pairing - steve harrington x fem!reader

type - fluff

summary - after unwillingly tutoring steve, you both begin to fall for each other 

warnings / includes - s1 steve! mlid language, food consumption, underaged drinking, suggestive, making out. nancy and steve never dated in this, but they’re friends. also I haven’t watched s1 since it first came out so im sorry if my depiction of douchebag Steve is wrong lol

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*gif isn’t mine*

“Oh, hell no!” you scoff, slamming your locker shut. 

“Please, Y/n? He’s failing so bad and really, really needs the help. It’ll only be for the semester,” Nancy begs. “Only for the semester. Nance, that’s like an eternity!” you laugh sourly. 

“He’s not that bad, I promise,” Nancy assures. “Oh, yeah, him smashing Jonatha’s camera makes him “not bad”,” you snort.

Keep reading

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Pretty Boy || Steve Harrington

Summary: Steve and you aren’t currently talking, but after he shows up on your door step after a rough night, emotions start flowing and apologizes are made.

Pairing: Steve x Fem!Reader

Requested: no

Warnings: mentions of abuse, violence, anxiety, kissing, no spoilers for season 4

Notes: requests are still open guys!! I’m working on a few rn!!

Masterlist

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Steve Harrington was currently in his car outside of your house, debating on if he should get out and knock on the door or not. He knew your parents weren't home tonight, but it was currently 1 in the morning, and he wasn't even sure if you were still awake.

He had gotten in a particularly grueling fight with his dad, leaving him with a split lip and bruised ribs. Steve and his dad fought quite a bit, but it had never gotten that bad.

Naturally, you were the first person that came to his mind, knowing you could instantly calm his nerves, but he had also forgotten the two of you were not currently on speaking terms.

It started a week ago when you had accidentally overheard Steve talking about you to Robin basically confessing his love for you. You had tried to talk about it with him, but he hadn't given you a chance before he rambled off some shitty excuse that ‘he would never be into you and that you were ‘crazy for thinking that had ever come out of his mouth’.

Of course, none of those words held any truth, but you had no clue Steve simply said that to avoid the inevitable outcome that you just didn't love him as he loved you. He couldn't bear the thought of losing you as a friend…which ironically had happened anyways.

He had been pretty quick to realize how much of an idiot he was when you stormed out of a family video with tears in your eyes. He had tried to stop you, but it was no use.

So now he had two options.

Go drive around until he finds a place to park his car and go to sleep.

Knock on your door and deal with his feelings.

The first option was most certainly the easiest, but he knew you at least deserved to know the truth, and with that revelation he walked up to your front door, wincing with every step he took.

The first knock was soft, hoping that maybe if you didn't answer the door he could say he tried and avoid this whole situation.

His hand moved reluctantly back to the door to knock again but before he was able to the door was pulled open revealing you standing there with wide eyes.

The last thing you had been expecting was for Steve Harrington to show up on your doorstep looking like he had just got beaten up after a week of not talking. ANy anger you had held for the boy dissipated within seconds when you saw the defeated look on his face.

“Steve, w-what 's going on?” You stood aside letting him know it was okay to come into the house.

He stepped in with a sigh, “I-uh-I just-.” He completely blanked. Not knowing exactly how to say how he was feeling, which is something he often found difficulty with.

“You can't just show up at 1 am all beaten up after you majorly insulted me barely even a week ago and not tell me what's going on.” There was still no anger present on your face.

Steve could feel himself start to break. His words had affected you more than he had realized and on top of everything going on with his dad…it was a lot.

“Dad and I got in a fight and it escalated. I-I wasn't really sure where to go.” His voice was low and he refused to make eye contact with you as he focused on his fidgeting hands.

“God, I'm such an ass.” You mumbled quietly to yourself regretting everything you had just said a moment ago, “I-I’m sorry, I had no idea. A-Are you okay?” Usually, conversations flowed easily between the two of you, but you were struggling to find the right words.

“Please don't apologize. If anyone should be apologizing it's me.” He had decided to avoid the ‘are you okay’ question for now, mostly because he honestly didn't know the answer.

“Steve, we don't have to w-worry about that right now, it's late. I'll just get you fixed up and-” you attempted to derail the subject trying to avoid getting your heart stomped all over again, but Steve was quick to interrupt, “No I need to worry about it now. I need to tell you the truth.” He had now taken a step closer to you, hoping you could see that he was being genuine.

“Listen I get it okay, I don't know why I would ever think you would be in love with me. Let's please not relieve my embarrassment, okay? I'm over it.” You tried in the gentlest way possible to end the conversation, but it was clear Steve had very different plans.

“Y/n please listen to me. I'm literally the biggest idiot on the face of the planet. I-I am in love with you! I just said all that shit because I was afraid of your reaction…Afraid that you would tell me you didn't love me like I loved you, and that our friendship wouldn't work now. I was so fucking stupid because we haven't even talked in a week and here I am bringing this mess into your life.” He had gone off on a bit of a tangent, feeling almost like he couldn't stop sharing the way he felt now that it was finally out in the open.

Your heart was currently doing flips inside your chest, immediately feeling with relief and happiness, “Yeah you really are an idiot because I could have told you a week ago that I loved you too.”

To say Steve was surprised was an understatement, “Y-You love me?” He swore he could cry right now.

“Yeah, I do.”

Suddenly everything just felt a little bit heavier. The reality of what had gone down just really set it. “I-I'm sorry for just springin’ all of this on you. I should have just dealt with it on my own.” He couldn't even allow himself time to be happy about the fact that you loved him back.

Your heart felt like it could shatter any moment knowing this is how Steve truly felt, almost as if he were a burden.

“Steve Harrington, I don't wanna hear that ever come out of your mouth ever again. You don't have to deal with any of this on your own. I love you for a reason, so let me be here for you.” Steve almost melted on the sweet sound of your voice reassuring him.

The only thing he could focus on was the look on your face, and specifically how bad he wanted to kiss you.

“Nope. Steve, stop looking at me like that! I know what you are about to do and I'm not letting our first kiss be all bloody.” You pointed to the fresh blood still coming from the inside of his lip.

Warmth immediately spread to his face, slightly embarrassed that you had noticed how much he was staring at your lips.

“C-Can I use your shower?” He half-smiled.

Several minutes later Steve had gotten into the shower and you had made your way to your bedroom taking in a deep breath.

Despite the happiness that you two had shared, learning that you loved one another, there was still the reason he really showed up at your house in the first place. So you made a mental note to test the waters and see if he was up to talking about it though you had almost lost every thought in your head when Steve walked into your room with wet hair and no shirt.

Your eyes were glued to his chest, unable to think properly.

Steve was quick to notice where your line of vision, “Y/n! Don't look at me like that!” He gasped while dramatically pulling his arms over his chest to give himself some coverage.

You should have probably seen that one coming, “Okay, you got me.”

For the first time all night, Steve had actually cracked a real smile, immediately sending one to your face as well.

“Come sit.” Your voice was more serious after the laughter died down.

Steve didn't hesitate even a second before he was sitting closely next to you, his thigh touching yours.

“Please talk to me.” Steve knew exactly where this was going.

He wasn't sure if it was your gentle voice or the fact it was just you and him but he felt safe to share what had happened, “You know how much of an asshole dad is. We can never agree on anything and ever since I started paying for all of my own things I stood up a bit more and I guess he had just had enough. I'm honestly not surprised it happened, it just hurts like a bitch.” The last part was meant to be light-hearted but you couldn't help but let your eyes drift to his swollen lip and then to his bruised side.

“Fuck him. You deserve way more than both your mom and your dad,” you were making contact with him now, “I know it was hard for you to tell me how you were feeling tonight but I just want you to know how much it means to me that you trust me enough to talk about this stuff. I love you endlessly and I always will.” your hand gently caressed the side of his face. He leaned his head deeper into your hold and shut his eyes for a moment.

“Y/n?”

“Yes?”

“Can I please kiss you now?”

You simply nodded your head as he leaned in fully this time. Your lips gently connected, moving perfectly slow. You both had thought about kissing each other countless times, so you were careful not to rush the moment and truly just enjoy being this close to each other.

Your hands traveled to the back of his neck, your fingers running through his hair.

His hands had wrapped themselves snuggly around your waist, pulling you both deeper into the kiss.

Butterflies were swirling wildly in your stomach as Steve began smiling into the kiss, which then caused you to do the same. Your foreheads came together as you both held smiles on your faces.

“As much as I just want to stay like this forever, we should probably get you into some clothes.” You were giddy as you hesitantly pulled out of his grasp.

You walked over to your dresser pulling out a shirt he had left at your house a few weeks ago.

You tossed it gently to him for him to throw on, but he must have tried to put it on too quickly because he let out a loud wince.

“Easy there, pretty boy.” You smiled while pulling the shirt the rest of the way over him so he could gently put his arms back down without any more pain.

When you could see his face again, he was blushing terribly mostly because of the nickname you had let slip out so easily.

“Don't ever stop calling me that.” He hummed in contentment, pulling you back onto the bed with him.

This time you were both lying down, you cuddled into Steve as much as you could without hurting his side.

“I love you,” He tenderly whispered in your ear as his body finally melted into yours.

“And I love you, Steve Harrington.”

“What happened to pretty boy?”

“You're always my pretty boy.”

[fieryhuntress]

Unholey Sorcery Magical Tattoos and Piercings | Sirius Black x Reader

Note: Repost bc of blog issues

Word Count: 2.5k

Summary: Sirius takes you to a tattoo shop. 

Warnings: 18+ only please. smut, degrading, public play, piercings and tattoos mentioned, masturbation

Before you could respond he grabs your face between his fingers, squishing your lips into a pucker and tuts.

“You’re not gonna be a good girl today? Hmm? That’s okay, I won’t be very nice myself.” 

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