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Billy Russo;

Series;

Monsters in the Dark Masterlist

Drabbles;

The Wolf.

Diet Mountain Dew.

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{Monsters in the Dark #2}

Billy’s mind, explicit language, kissing, roommate au, fem!reader.

324 words.

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@idaofinfinity @e-dubbc11

You felt tears build in your eyes as you wasted your last quarter trying to get the stuffed elephant out of the claw machine. You watched with trembling lips as it fell.

It was such a silly thing to cry over, but you had always been sensitive, something your father had bullied you over.

You sighed. It looked like you weren’t getting the elephant.

x

“Oh, baby. What’s wrong?” Billy asked, approaching you from where he’d left you to grab some beer.

He couldn’t help but feel his pants tighten at your teary eyes. He was gripped with a sudden fantasy of taking you against the claw machine.

Your dress straps would slip off your shoulders, as he’d bunch up your skirts around your hips. He imagined you teary eyed, “Billyyy.” You’d beg your lips trembling.

He wouldn’t care that people were watching, he’d only be focused on your warm, wet cunt. He’d kiss you, swallowing your sweet sounds, how the machine would move with his thrusts.

“Billy?” You asked, drawing him back to the present.

He blinked, before clearing his throat. “Yeah?” His cheeks were flushed, and you wondered where he went.

“Want the elephant,” you pointed to the soft stuffy in the claw machine.

He gave you a smile baring his teeth, before pinching your cheeks. “Alright, baby.” He said, putting a coin in the machine. You watched eagerly as he slowly directed the claw over the elephant, before grabbing it.

You squealed when he won it for you, with an ease you’d struggled with. He bent down and grabbed it, holding it behind his back. “Gimme a kiss, sweet pea.”

You pressed a warm kiss to his lips, tongue shyly slipping into his mouth. He smiled into it, before handing you the stuffy. “Thank you, Billy.” You said, hugging the elephant to you.

It made him feral at how sweet you were. How little things affected you. “You’re welcome, baby.”

Hi! This is regarding your post asking which of your fics is my favorite. It was a recent one... Butterfly(?). Billy wants to clip your wings so you stay with him forever. I commented that it'd be a cool twist if you end up clipping his instead. Lol

Hi, Kim! 💜

Oooh, yeah. Blood and Butterflies. I actually stepped out of my comfort zone with that one, and ended up really liking it. I’d really like to continue it, along with a bunch of other WIPs, lol.

List five things that make you happy, then put this in the ask box of the last ten people who reblogged something from you. Spread the positivity!🍄🌵

Thanks for the ask, Kim! 💜

Books. I’ve always loved to escape into a good story.

My pets.

My mom. We’ve been through so much together.

My reader’s/mutuals here on Tumblr.

My best friend. 19 years I’ve known her! 💜

Bullseye.

A Monsters in the Dark Drabble.

Warnings; alcohol consumption, jealousy, possessive behavior, kissing, fluff, fem!reader.

@idaofinfinity @e-dubbc11 @rosaleenablack @firexfate

Monsters in the Dark Masterlist

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Billy hadn’t expected you to take him so seriously.

He’d leaned down during a night at the bar and he said in your ear; “If you can hit the bullseye, you can sleep in my bed. Whenever you want.”

Your eyes had immediately lit up. “How many tries do I get?” You asked.

“As long as you hit the bullseye before we leave.” He said, amused at how determined you looked.

You’d been practicing all night. He watched you aim, as he sipped his beer. He was confident you wouldn’t be able to do it.

“C’mon, pretty girl. Shoot.” Billy said after a few minutes. You did after a few nervous glances at him, you shot for it, missing by quite a bit.

He laughed at your little whine, “Try again, baby.” He said, unaware of a group of girls watching him. But you were aware.

You missed again, too busy worrying they were going to approach him, and take him from you. You knew he wasn’t yours, but you wanted him to be.

Billy set his beer down, standing behind you with his hands on your hips, “Focus,” he hummed.

“Those girls like you,” you mumbled back.

“I’m with you right now,” he said, “Now, try again.” He said adjusting your posture.

You liked the feel of his hands on you, burning you with their heat through your dress. You knew Billy wasn’t exactly a good person, but like a moth to a flame, you were drawn to him.

You took a deep breath, focusing on how you’d get to be in his bed every night if you wanted. You threw the dart, and were shocked when you hit the bullseye.

You squealed, spinning around and wrapping your arms around Billy’s waist. “Did ya mean it? Can I sleep in your bed?” You asked, your doe eyes looking at him softly.

“Yeah, sweet pea. You can sleep with me.” He hummed brushing your forehead with his lips, not sure how to feel about it. Billy was hard pressed to let anyone in, especially women. He’d been hurt, and used, and thrown away.

But hunger for you gnawed at him, until he was sure it would consume him, and he’d taint you.

His fingers dug into your hips, noticing a man watching you.

Fuck off, thought Billy, pulling you closer, glaring over your head at him.

“If Billy doesn’t want me to, I can sleep in my room, I don’t wanna overstay my welcome, and-“ Your rambling drew Billy’s eyes back to you, and he cut you off with a kiss, biting your lip and making you whimper.

“Shut up, sweet pea. I don’t mind sharin’ my bed with you.” He murmured. And maybe that’s what scared him. That he liked sharing it with you.

Impatiently waited every night for you to climb in, the anxiety of what it meant if you didn’t.

Fuck.

But hadn’t he been the one who’d silently decided you were his? He had, and it was that moment standing with you in the bar, he realized he was more yours than you were his.

Providence.

A Monsters in the Dark drabble.

((blood, canon typical violence, anti religious sentiment, religious imagery, mentions of Billy’s assault by Arthur, abandonment issues, idolatry, fem!reader))

A little dark, I guess. But I was feeling dark.

Monsters in the Dark Masterlist.

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If you are the dealer, I’m out of the game.

If you are the healer it means I’m broken and lame.

If thine is the glory, then mine must be the shame.

—Leonard Cohen, You Want It Darker.

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Billy had learned long ago God didn’t exist, and if He did, then He didn’t care what happened to him, or about his suffering.

Billy had survived because of himself, not because of providence or some shit. He’d defended himself against Arthur, an eleven year old boy fighting against a predator. No one went after Arthur, either. “Just a misunderstandin’,” he'd said. A misunderstanding that left Billy’s shoulder ruined.

He’d built Anvil from the ground up himself. With blood, sweat, and tears, even though he’d been orphaned, with virtually nothing.

He moved through the underground facility, hearing his men shouting, and gunshots ringing out. He looked around the corner, shooting a man that was coming at him with a knife, but he didn’t die easily.

Billy unsheathed his hidden blade, running the man through, feeling his blade cut through flesh and bone, and sinew.

Billy had seen a lot of death, and realized everyone was equal in death, everyone eventually faced it, and no one was above it.

Death was the only god, and He did not discriminate.

But when Billy looked at you he saw salvation. He brought your fingers up to kiss each one, his hands were stained with blood, but you looked past the bloody carnage of his own making.

You saw God, as you moved closer to him, eyes soft and looking at him like he imagined Penelope did when she saw Odysseus, devoted and in love.

Yours was the only salvation he desired.

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