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In the Darkness

A Drabble set in the Monsters in the Dark universe.

—fluff, fear of abandonment and attachments, kissing, fem!reader—

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You were pressed against Billy on his bed, giggling. “I think all nursery rhymes have the same tune.” You said, humming to yourself as if to test your own theory out.

It was out of the blue, but Billy thought it was cute.

His lips twitched, “Yeah?” He asked, playing with your hair.

“I used to drive my mom crazy singing Little Bunny Foo Foo growing up.” Your fingers were drawn to his hip where his scar was. Always drawn there.

Your thumb rubbed back and forth, liking the feeling of the scar tissue. You haphazardly scooted down, pressing your lips to the scar, tongue tracing it.

Billy’s fingers tightened in your hair, pulling you up, and pressed his mouth firmly to yours.

You made him want you.

x

Sometimes Billy wondered why he must be attached. It only led to heartache, to pain, to eventual abandonment.

He wondered why he couldn't cut you out. But you’d been so hated by your father, Billy couldn’t hurt you like that again.

Besides, you had nowhere to go.

At least, that’s what he told himself.

But as you laid there chattering sweetly about this and that, he knew he was fighting a losing battle.

He had already lost.

He was hopelessly attached to you.

He was yours and there was nothing he could do about it.

x

It was around two in the morning when you finally fell asleep, fingers still touching his scar, as though that grounded you.

You’d both obviously had difficult childhoods. You’d had a father who had never wanted you, and made sure you knew it every day, so you’d turned inward; discovering books and reading quietly for hours.

A father that hated you so much, he’d tried to kill you.

There was something to be said about having been hated by a parent, verses being abandoned by one like Billy.

He pressed his lips to yours.

It was in the darkness of his room that he allowed himself to love you for the first time.

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How I’m Imagining You.

A Monsters in the Dark Drabble.

Warnings; sexual fantasy, sexism, misogynistic ideas, religious/spiritual abuse, fem!reader.

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x

You were drawn to Billy like a moth to a flame, but your strict religious upbringing made shame descend, making your neck prickle as though God himself was watching. As though he’d cared about some nobody girl hung up on her roommate.

For a while, you allowed yourself to indulge in sin, as you laid in his bed and fantasized about his kiss, his mouth on you, and his beard scratching your thighs. How his cock would feel in your hands, like velvet steel.

The way he’d taste on your tongue, the feel of him in your mouth, heavy on your tongue, how he’d make your jaw ache in the best way. How he’d fuck your throat.

“You’re ruined for me, aren’t you baby?” You could hear him say in your head, making you press your thighs together. He’d laugh; “I haven’t even touched you yet.”

Your cheeks were hot, and you ached between your thighs, desperate for his touch.

“Where do you want me, pretty girl?”

He was your hallelujah, amen. You wanted to worship him; you were sure he’d make you see God.

Your foster mother always warned of passion, of it snares.

“Why buy the cow if he can get the milk for free?”

As though women were cattle to be sold, a commodity. As though marriage was all they were good for. Pleasure was for men, childbearing was for women. You remembered the first time you touched yourself, she’d caught you and beat you with a rod.

“Spare the rod, spoil the child.” She used to walk around saying, making sure all the children behaved.

His bedroom door opened and you jumped, “Want some takeout, baby?” Billy asked, raising an eyebrow at you. You looked like you’d gotten caught with your hand in the cookie jar. You were supposed to be taking a nap.

You nodded, cheeks warm.

You left his room with him, aching.

But that was what you got for thinking impure thoughts.

The self flagellation felt good.

//Birthday//

A Drabble set in the Monsters of the Dark universe.

Fluff+angst, alcohol consumption, dacryphilia, kissing, fem!reader.

@idaofinfinity @e-dubbc11 @rosaleenablack

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It was Billy’s birthday, and your heart ached.

No one had told you, and now you had nothing to give Billy.

You were a little angry with Curtis that he hadn’t told you. He’d looked apologetic when you brought it up.

He’d scratched his head, “I’m sorry. I didn’t think about it.” He said. “But don’t worry about it. All Billy wants is you.”

But it didn’t make you feel better.

Your fingers toyed with the hem of your dress, sitting in the bar next to Billy in the booth, trying to smile and look happy.

But as always, Billy saw through you. “What’s wrong, baby?” He asked, raising an eyebrow.

Your eyes welled up instantly, and you hated how emotional you were, how he could draw the emotions out of you just like that; “Got nothin’ to give to Billy.” You said, lips trembling.

Billy threw his arm over, across the booth, beer in his hand. “How ‘bout a kiss?” He purred, smirking at you.

You were silent as you looked up at him, cheeks wet with tears.

God, you were pretty when you cried.

You grabbed his hand, kissing his fingertips, making Billy’s heart race.

He loved your affection more than he was willing to admit, or show.

You leaned up, holding his hand in your lap, and kissed his mouth softly, teasing his lips with your tongue.

He opened to you, tasting the Zinfandel on you, and squeezed your hand in your lap.

Your tongue teased him, making him groan.

You pulled back, breathless. “Happy birthday, Billy.” You whispered sweetly.

Billy’s heart burned for you.

It was the best gift he could have asked for.

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For the soft ask game…

1. What song makes you feel better?

19. Most important thing in your life?

29. Morning, afternoon, or night?

Please and thank you,

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Thank you for the ask, Ericca! 💜😄

1. What song makes you feel better?

Anything by Fleetwood Mac, but Rhiannon specifically.

19. Most important thing in your life?

My mom. We’ve been through so much together. I love her.

29. Morning, afternoon, or night?

Night, definitely. My mood is always better at night. It’s peaceful and quiet. No distractions. Just me, and my thoughts. :)

Love you, Ericca!! 💜❤️💕

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