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Monsters in the Dark #17

Blood, death, canon typical violence, kissing, oral (m receiving), dark fluff, dark themes, mentions of Billy’s abuse by Arthur, f/reader.

He’d appeared at the penthouse as winter waned into spring. The birds were chirping and making nests, and you’d felt lighter with Billy lately. Happy. It was a strange thing. You’d never been particularly happy.

You’d always been discontented to some degree, but things were different with Billy.

It was Arthur, he’d introduced himself, an old man playing the part of frailty. Of sweetness that left a bitter taste on your tongue. Billy was at work but you knew he’d be home soon, and your mind reeled.

You didn’t want Billy to have to face this man again. You were fiercely protective of Billy.

“Billy and I, we had a misunderstanding.” He said, back to you looking at a piece of art on the wall. “But he’s done well for himself, I see.”

You felt anger spark at his comment. That him abusing and destroying Billy’s arm was a misunderstanding.

“Billy is strong, hardship made him who he is.” You said, closing in on him.

“Oh, yes. Beautiful though, isn’t he?” Arthur asked, nearing the art presumably to see who made it.

As if Billy was a piece of art. Dehumanizing him. “Do you like beautiful little boys, Arthur?” You asked, darkly. It was so strange for your sweet personality to be tinged with this darkness, but this man had deeply hurt the man you loved. The man who would kill for you.

Arthur turned around at your tone, presumably to defend himself, as you raised a knife Billy had given you for self defense, and sunk it into Arthur’s throat.

Surprise flitted across his face. You didn’t exactly have a dangerous aura. He hadn’t expected it.

You weren’t Billy, and murder wasn’t something you were familiar with, so blood sprayed and made an awful mess over you, and the floor, and the wall.

He gurgled, holding his neck.

You brought the knife down. Again and again. It became easier with each strike. You didn’t stop until he laid in the kitchen, dead.

It was a bloody mess, but Billy was avenged.

x

Oh, god. What have you done?

You’d just taken a life. You felt sick as you kneeled by Arthur’s body, almost in a trance, knife hung limply in your hand.

You heard speaking as though you were underwater, before you were shaken. “Sweetheart!” It was Billy.

You looked up at him slowly, eyes glassy but clearing. “He can never hurt Billy again.” You said reaching for your lover.

Billy fisted your hair in his hand, pulling your mouth to his roughly. He tasted the tang of blood on your lips.

The kitchen was a mess.

“I made a mess,” you mumbled distantly.

“I don’t give a fuck.” Billy said, wiping your face with a cloth.

“I made trouble for you. But I wanted to protect Billy like he protects me.” You explained, as he pulled you up.

You wobbled on your legs as Billy stared at you.

No one had attempted to avenge Billy. Frank always had his back, but he’d never gone after Arthur.

You were so soft, it was hard to imagine you stabbing Arthur over and over again.

Billy’s heart burned for you. “I got some people that will clean up the mess. Don’t worry about it.” He said pulling towards the bathroom.

“Billy is mad?” You asked, softly. Almost sounding small.

“Never, sweet pea. I’m just—“ he didn’t know how to put it into words. You were brave for wearing your heart on your sleeve, even surrounded by ravenous wolves like himself.

Billy couldn’t. He wasn’t so free with his heart. It was hard for him to put his feelings into words.

“I’d do it again, Billy.” You say stripping off your bloody clothes.

Billy licks his lips looking at you, aroused by what you’ve done. By your soft body.

“And I’d love you for it stronger each time, baby.” Billy said, stripping out of his own clothes, sitting his gun aside on the countertop.

You both climbed into the shower, where Billy washed your hair, making buzz with contentment. His nails felt heavenly on your scalp.

You turned to face him, pressing your lips to his, before looking at him; “Can I touch you, Billy?” You asked, sweetly.

Billy groaned, and nodded.

You dropped to your knees.

Fuck.

He was already hard.

You stroked him, kissing his length, before taking him in your mouth. You teased the tip with your tongue, before taking him all the way in.

You gagged a little, as he grabbed your hair, pulling.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” Billy hissed, rolling his hips into your mouth, cock pulsing in your mouth.

Your mouth felt heavenly.

Murder and sex, a heady combination.

You hollowed out your cheeks, sucking harder and faster.

Billy’s toes curled, and he barely recognized his gasps and moans.

You let your tongue run along the vein on the underside of his cock, making him jerk. “Minx,” he growled.

“Love worshiping your cock, Billy.” You purred, teasing him with your tongue.

He pulled on your hair, forcing you to take him all the way in again. You choked, swallowing around him.

“I’m gonna—“ he said, breathing heavily.

He let go then, cumming into your mouth, and you swallowed every drop.

Billy leaned against the shower wall, sated and drowsy now.

He shut the water off, wondering when you’d become so strong.

He was really fucking proud of you. You’d avenged him, a far cry from the girl crying at his bedroom door, begging to sleep with him.

x

That night you both laid dozing quietly while a spring rain seemed to wash away all the dirt and grime into the city gutters.

You imagined filth like Arthur being washed away. You knew he was just one of many child abusers. But at least he was one less.

Billy’s lips brushed your forehead. He didn’t know how to tell you he was happy. He wasn’t mad. He was relieved Arthur was gone.

He was infatuated with the fact you avenged him.

It was all so much.

“You make me happy,” he said, almost cringing at the words. He didn’t do soft. He didn’t do sappy. But he needed you to know.

“Billy makes me happy, too.” You said, kissing his neck.

He relaxed.

It just cemented the idea that you were his.

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Monsters in the Dark #16

@idaofinfinity @e-dubbc11 @rosaleenablack

x

“How’s things going with Billy?” asked Curtis, as you took a bite of your dorito taco. You were having a lunch date with him. He was your very first friend before Billy. You adored Curtis. He had found you on the streets, being attacked by several thugs. It took weeks to nurse you back to health.

Your boyfriend had kicked you out after cheating on you. Life had been hard after being in the system. He knew Billy would understand.

“Good,” you said happily after swallowing, “Billy’s sweet to me.”

Curtis laughed, raising an eyebrow.

“What?” You asked, curious.

“It’s just that I wouldn’t describe Billy as sweet.” Curtis said, taking a drink of his soda.

“He lets me sleep with him.” You told Curtis, smiling softly.

Curtis’ eyebrows shot up. “Oh?”

You nodded, “I had a nightmare the first night after you left me there. He let me in his bed, and held me. After that I kept sneaking in. So when we were at the bar last weekend, he said I could sleep with him whenever I wanted if I could hit the bullseye at darts.” You explained, finishing off your taco, and digging into your cinnamon dessert. This place was your favorite to eat at, and that was why Curtis brought you here. His treat.

Right now you worked at a library even though Billy insisted he could take care of you. You liked independence, though, and you were cautious.

Your ex had left you with nothing; you wanted the security in case anything went sour. You weren’t going to be defenseless again.

“And did you?” Curtis asked, cautiously.

“Uh huh!” You grinned, “I sleep with him every night now.” You missed the look of concern on Curtis’ face, but when you looked at him, he smiled and ruffled your hair.

He needed to talk to Billy. He loved his brother, but Billy was a known womanizer.

After that he asked how your work at the library was going, and listened to you chatter about that, and the cranky old lady you worked with.

“She’s so crusty!” You had said, rolling your eyes playfully.

Curtis laughed. And despite worrying about Billy, Curtis could tell he was having a good influence on you.

You’d been skittish when Curtis first found you, and now you seemed open and light hearted.

Still, he needed to hear from Billy that he wasn’t going to just drop you, and move on.

x

Curtis appeared at the penthouse a few nights later. “Can I talk to you, Billy?” He asked, and Billy frowned. It was clear Curtis wasn’t there for drinks.

“Sure, give me a minute.” Billy said, leaving Curtis in the living room.

He looked around the corner and into Billy’s bedroom. He was tucking you into bed, kissing your forehead, saying: “I’m gonna talk to Curt. I’ll be in, in a little bit.” His fingers squeezed your hips before letting go, a soft smile on his face.

Curtis was stunned. Billy was a hard man, not known for being soft. He made his living out of violence, and enjoyed it to some degree. It was why he was good at what he did. It was why Curtis placed you with Billy. He could protect you. But here he was being gentle with you.

Billy shut the door coming back out, stuffing his hands in the pockets of his sweatpants. “So, want a beer?” Billy asked.

“Nah, listen Billy, I'm here for her.” Curtis said, not bothering to beat around the bush.

Billy’s stomach dropped. Was Curtis taking you away? He’d gotten attached to you in the short amount of time he had you. He hated attachments yet here he was, afraid you were being taken from him. If he was, Billy wasn’t letting you go without a fight. “Yeah?”

“What are your intentions with her? She really likes you, and the men in her life haven’t treated her well.” Curtis said, stance rigid.

“What do you mean they haven’t?” Billy asked, ready to murder anyone who’d hurt you. It wasn’t hard to imagine someone hurting you, you were exceptionally kind and gentle. It wasn’t hard to rip the wings off a butterfly.

“Her boyfriend used her until he was done with her, before kicking her out onto the streets. Her dad used to beat her pretty bad, too. The pictures I’ve seen from police reports are pretty bad, Billy. I feel like her father has set a precedent for every man she’s encountered.” Curtis said, making Billy see red.

“Her mother was the only refuge she had. And I’m worried she’s finding refuge in you, and you’ll grow bored of her.” The tension was thick in the room, Curtis just wanted the best for you.

“I’m not gonna throw her aside, Curt.” Billy said through gritted teeth, angry at both what your father and boyfriend did to you, and Curtis’ implications. “I know what it’s like to be thrown away. Better than anyone else. Better than you. You forget, I lived in the system. My ma didn’t exactly want me.” Billy said bitterly.

“So—“

Billy cut him off, rolling his shoulder, “She’s mine, I’m not letting her go.” He said leaving no room for discussion.

Curtis stared at him for a moment, stance softening. He understood this was Billy’s way of saying he cared for you, “Just so long as her best interests are at heart.” He said. “Because the minute I think they aren’t—“

“They are.” Billy said, jaw ticking.

Curtis nodded, before leaving Billy standing there wondering how you’d wormed your way into his heart.

x

Billy crawled in with you that night, wrapping his arms around you, his insides melting when you rolled over and snuggled against him, cheek pressed to his chest,

He meant what he said to Curtis, he wasn’t letting you go. He understood Curtis cared for you, it was easy as Billy found out.

But Billy would rather chew off his own leg, than hurt you.

He slept that night, vowing to always keep you safe, to kill your enemies, and to be their worst nightmare.

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Monsters in the Dark #15

@idaofinfinity @e-dubbc11 @rosaleenablack

x

Billy and Frank were beautiful when they sparred, you thought sitting back watching with excitement tightening in your gut as they danced around each other.

You secretly thought Billy was more beautiful and graceful out of the two of them.

“Cute, huh?” Maria nudged you, a smile playing on her lips.

You grinned shyly, but your eyes didn’t stray from Billy for long.

Frank was like a bear, all raw power and rage, brute strength. Like a strong wave pulling you under.

But Billy? He was like a panther. Graceful and deadly, lithe and clever, all cool aloofness of a cat toying with a mouse.

They were perfectly matched, but Frank got him in the end. Billy grinned, shoving his friend playfully on the shoulder. It was the lightest you’d ever seen him.

His eyes sparkled when they caught your gaze. He sauntered over, sweaty and proud, his hair sticking to his face.

He gulped down some water, wrapping his free arm around your waist, pulling you to him.

Your heart fluttered, and you leaned up kissing him, teetering in your wedge shoes.

Billy hummed, squeezing your ass. “Billy Russo!” you playfully scolded him, and slapped his arm.

He smirked, but felt happy that you seemed more at ease than when he first got you.

He dropped his hand, and you looked at him sweetly, “Didn’t say you couldn’t touch me at all,” you told him petulantly.

He laughed, squeezing your hips, “Better?” He asked, amused.

You giggled, leaned against him, reaching around, and squeezing his ass.

Billy scoffed, “I’m a human being, baby. Not a piece of meat.” He teased you.

“All right, you two.” Frank called, “If you’re done grabbin’ each other, Bill and I got work to do.” He said, making Billy roll his eyes.

He saluted Frank mockingly, before giving you a kiss on the cheek and moving away.

You loved seeing Billy light hearted. It made you happy to see him happy.

Remember Me

A Drabble set in the Monsters in the Dark universe.

@idaofinfinity @e-dubbc11 @rosaleenablack

x

“Billy?” You murmured one night, curled up against him, warm and drowsy, watching him in the dim lightning of the room through sleepy eyes.

“Hmm?” He hummed, letting you know he was listening, as he turned the page in his book. He liked to read before bed.

The night before he’d read a bit of The Song of Achilles to you.

“Will you remember me, like Achilles promised to remember Patroclus?” It was a foolish thing to ask of him, but you were so in love and enamored with him.

He sat his book down on his chest, watching you, the light casting harsh shadows across his face, and he was silent for a long moment before speaking; “Will you remember me?” He asked, reaching over and touching your face.

It was these sweet moments at night you desperately cherished.

“Forever.” You said, earnestly.

Billy’s fingers touched your lip, “I’ll remember you.”

His heart ached at the thought of you dying. As though a part of him had died, too.

He would protect you, he swore, if only for his own selfish desires.

In the Darkness

A Drabble set in the Monsters in the Dark universe.

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

@idaofinfinity @e-dubbc11 @rosaleenablack

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.

Monsters in the Dark #14

—attempted assault, blood, canon typical violence, mentions of an attempt of reader’s life, trauma, flashbacks, ptsd, fem!reader—

@idaofinfinity @e-dubbc11 @rosaleenablack

You were terrified as you hid in Billy’s closet, listening to them ransack the penthouse, your hands over your ears.

Memories resurfaced of you hiding in the woods, bloody and afraid, waiting for your mother who never came.

Your father had taken her from you.

You were shaking when one of them opened the door, finding you crouching amongst Billy’s clothes and shoes.

“What do we have here?” He said roughly, grinning and grabbing your arm and yanking you out.

You tried to claw at his face, trying to get away, screaming. He slapped you so hard your head turned, and your heart raced.

You were going to die or worse.

x

He had you pinned on the bed, pawing at you. You had tried kicking him several times, but he hit you twice. “Be good, girlie. You might even enjoy it.” He gave you a sinister smile.

“If you have to force women into bed, you can’t be that good!” You sassed him.

He backhanded you again. You were sure you’d bruise tomorrow; “Watch your mouth,” he growled, ripping your shirt open, making buttons fly. “Need to teach you a lesson in respect.”

You spat on his face, as Billy stormed in looking furious. You felt relief swell in your chest. The intruder let go of you, seeing Billy covered in his comrades blood. He looked like a god of war, covered in his enemies blood, fury written across his face.

Billy struck as fast as a snake, slicing your attacker's throat with his hidden blade, over and over again, until bone and sinew showed, and his blade stuck out of his neck at an odd angle. The intruder gurgled over you, spraying you with blood, holding his throat before collapsing on the bed next to you.

x

Billy hummed, watching you reach for his face, wiping the blood off his lip with your fingers, almost mesmerized by him and his violent visage, her eyes dilated. Aroused by his killing of another.

It aroused him. God, you were perfect for him, he thought.

His face no longer held the fury at someone touching you. He looked gentle now.

Like your mother when she shot her husband, and then turned to you. A fierce warrior turned gentle caretaker.

Images churned in your head, the sounds of Chopin, the smell of freshly baked apple pie, a pristine white piano splattered with blood, and your mother wiping your face.

“Mama wiped my face,” you said suddenly, voice soft. You’ve told him before, but it felt good to talk about it.

Billy looked at you, obsidian eyes warm. “I was playing Prelude in A Major, op. 28 no. 7. Chopin. I missed a note. Daddy was angry.” You recalled, trembling.

Billy lips brushed your head, “You could play for me, if you wanted.” He said. There’s a piano in the penthouse. You’d always looked at it longingly, but fear always took over. What if you missed a note?

You shook, fear at missing a note taking over again, and even though you knew Billy would never hurt you like your father; you were still afraid. “Don’t want to.” You mumble into his chest, clutching his dress shirt in your hands, noticing specks of blood on it.

Billy hummed, “When you’re ready then, baby.” He fixed your hair, tucking it behind your ear. The same hands that have shed blood violently, treated you like you’re porcelain. Treasured.

You wanted him to know he was treasured too, but the words don’t come; words had always been difficult for you.

He set the cloth aside, helping you out of your bloody clothes, and handing you one of his t-shirts. You sniffed it. It smelled delightfully like Billy, you couldn’t put your finger on what the scent was, probably his detergent, but it was comforting.

You laid with him that night after his men cleaned the mess up, his touch grounding you as he stroked your spine. “I hope we can be together forever.” You mumbled sleepily, fingers playing with the scar on his hip. You couldn’t stand the thought of losing Billy, you’d lost so much.

Your fingers dug into his hips, as if by might you could keep him by your side. That by your own power he’d never disappear if you just held onto him tightly enough.

Billy held you tighter, too.

If Billy had his say, you would be together forever, even if he had to drag you down to the underworld with him, like Hades took Persephone.

His grip on you tightened further.

Forever.

Monsters in the Dark #13

—kissing, biblical references, dark themes, mentions of Billy being an orphan, fem!reader—

@idaofinfinity @e-dubbc11 @rosaleenablack

“Tell me you love me,” murmured Billy, knees on either side of your hips, pinning you to the bed, lips brushing yours. He needed it, and hated that he did. That he was still that orphan, looking for affection.

“I love you, Billy.” You whispered. And God, you did. So much that it consumed you, made you ache for him every minute you were apart.

“Yeah?” He hummed, fingers pinned your wrists down, as his nose brushed your neck.

“Love you like David loved Jonathan in the Bible. I love you as my own soul.” You told him, earnestly.

Billy’s treacherous heart ached. He kissed you hard, tongue slid against yours. You moaned sweetly, and arched. Your wrists burned at the force of which he held you down.

“I love you too, baby.” He admitted breathlessly, and felt his heart race at the admission, even though he’d said it before. He loved you with a terrible fierceness that had him rendered asunder. Attachments were a weakness, and he’d unwittingly created his own. He hadn’t been entirely prepared in sharing a relationship with you. Your sweet acquiescence was his undoing.

But he couldn’t bring himself to regret it, especially with the smile you gave him, that was brighter than the sun.

Play

A Drabble set in the Monsters in the Dark universe.

—dark themes, abandonment, abuse (mentioned), sexual abuse (mentioned), kissing, fluff mixed with angst, fem!reader—

@idaofinfinity @e-dubbc11 @rosaleenablack

It was when the nights were quiet, and neither of you could sleep that Billy played for you.

His fingers skillfully flew across the keys, while you sat next to him, cheek pressed into his shoulder, eyes closed as you listened to him play.

It wasn’t something he shared with many—the hardened Marine, a virtuoso.

“It was my escape in the group home, music.” Billy had told you, laying in bed one evening after you’d caught him playing.

His fingers had laced with yours as he spoke; “Especially after Arthur. Didn’t want to think, so my teacher got me set up with classes. I guess I was bein’ a troublemaker. Actin’ out.” He recalled, voice low.

Then, one night you hadn’t been able to sleep, and neither could Billy. You asked him to play for you, “Please, Billy? You sound so good.”

“Sure, baby.” He’d said, and you’d both traipsed into his living room to play.

Billy wanted you to play with him, but he knew the trauma your father had caused, and didn’t push it.

“My dad was always harsh on me when I missed a note.” You whispered one evening. “It started so many fights between my mom and him. He swore I was coming between them. Mom said she’d always choose me.” It was the most you’d spoken on the subject.

Billy felt the same way as your mom did. He’d choose you every time, too.

There was a pause, and you said in a small voice; “My dad didn’t want me. I was just a disappointment to him.” You mumbled.

Billy stopped playing, looking over at you; “Did you ever think he was just trying to justify his shitty actions because of guilt?” He knew a little of your father, who had been physically and emotionally abusive. You had talked a little about it.

It always made Billy silently rage, the things your father did to you.

But otherwise you rarely spoke of it.

You chewed your lip, “Maybe.”

“I think it’s more than maybe.” Billy said, tapping your nose. “You were a kid. None of it could have been your fault, especially not him hurtin’ you.”

“But maybe if I was better, a good girl—“ you began, but Billy grabbed your face making you look at him.

“Baby, it wasn’t your responsibility to be better for him, it was his responsibility to be better for you.” He kissed your mouth, lingering. His fingers tangled in your hair, letting you cling to him.

“Wanna hold onto Billy forever. So you can never leave me.” You said, gripping his hand.

Billy kissed you, he wanted you to hold onto him. His own abandonment issues lingered. “I’m not goin’ anywhere, baby.”

You shivered pleasantly. His words brought you comfort. His hard kiss soothed the hurt in your heart, as you clung into him.

Sometimes you wanted to climb inside his heart, and stay there warm and safe, where nothing could touch you.

His heart was your safe haven.

Maybe yours could be his.

DAMN! thirty four?!?! thats crazyyy sometimes i forget that older people too write fanfics

Hahaha, yeah. And I’ve been writing since I was fourteen. More people than you realize, are older that write fanfic. Fandom started back in the ‘60s and and ‘70s. There are people older than me in fandom. ;)

—Kat 💜

Monsters in the Dark #12

—dark themes, talks of Billy’s kill count, alcohol consumption, kissing, possessive behavior, fem!reader—

@idaofinfinity @e-dubbc11 @rosaleenablack

You were straddling his waist while he laid back on the bed, sharing a glass of wine with him, his cheeks were flushed from the alcohol. You couldn't help but admire him beneath you. His fingers danced across your thighs, making you hum. The rain pelted the window, and occasionally lightning lit the room up. Billy could tell you wanted to ask him something, but were too shy to ask.

"Spit it out, baby," said Billy, taking a cheeky sip from your wine glass. His obsidian eyes were shining with something dark. It excited you.

"Who was Billy’s first kill?" You asked finally, wiggling your hips making him hiss, his hands moving to your waist with a bruising grip, as you slowly rocked against him, enjoying the friction.

"A target over in Iraq. I don't even remember his name. But I sniped him from a rooftop." He told you, "I had nightmares for a while about it. Your first kill is always the hardest. I used to wonder who he was. Did he have a family? A wife? What made him a terrorist? But now I know to not let my thoughts go there, easier to kill when they're faceless."

You stroked his face, "Would you kill me if I became your enemy?" Your lips brushed his mouth, licking into it making him groan.

"You plan on bein' my enemy?" Hs teased, eyes fluttering at your soft touches.

"No, but what if I did?" You insisted, letting your fingers slip underneath his sweater, feeling his muscles twitch under your touch.

His fingers dug into your waist, as he rolled his hips into yours, making you keen with an ache for Billy alone. "I'd punish this pussy, make you see the error of your ways." He purred, fingers slipping beneath the waistband of your panties.

"But what if I persisted?" You whined, as his fingers teased you.

You were suddenly flipped over, pinned beneath him. "You'll always be mine, no matter what. Even if I have to hold you in chains, pretty girl." His hands trapped your wrists as he rutted against your hips, making you moan.

"You promise?" You whispered, wrapping your legs around his waist, holding him to you.

"I promise."

Monsters in the Dark #11

—dark themes, religious discussion, anti religious sentiment (Billy), mentions of an attempt on reader’s life (her father), blood, canon typical violence, fem!reader—

@idaofinfinity @e-dubbc11 @rosaleenablack

You were staring at a painting of Jesus being crucified, with a stormy backdrop. The blood drew your attention, as it was painted so starkly.

You heard Billy approach you in the gallery. It was something a colleague had invited Billy to, and he’d taken you with.

“Do you believe?” Billy asked, holding a champagne flute.

“I think I’ve just wanted a reason for all the pain and suffering.” You whispered, toying the necklace Billy had bought you.

“What if that reason is He just wants to be glorified? Is that better? Don’t you think it’s arrogant?” Billy asked, agitated.

You turned to him, “When I was seven, my dad tried to strangle me. My mom shot him, and as she was wiping the blood from face, he stood up. She told me to run. I hid in the woods for hours, until a police officer found me. Both my parents were dead.” You explained.

Billy ached at the image of a small girl hiding in the woods, alone.

“I wanted to believe God protected me in those woods, because maybe I just wanted to be unconditionally loved, like they say in the Scriptures that God is love.” You let out a shaky breath, turning back to the painting.

But Billy, feeling irrationally jealous towards God, that you’d pray to God, that you’d cast all your cares on Him, when you had Billy; grabbed you and turned you to face him, saying;

“What loving God watches a girl get strangled by her father? And hide in the woods alone and afraid? I love you. Is that not enough?” He sounded pained.

You looked at him wide-eyed. “Yes, Billy. You’re the only god I need now. You’re what I’ve been searching for, for so long.” You confessed, honestly.

The jealousy in Billy’s heart faded, replaced with a burning adoration.

You leaned up on your tippy toes, and kissed him.

His arm snaked around your waist, pulling you closer.

With you, Billy was not a mother’s unwanted son, but god himself.

He nipped at your bottom lip, and you sighed dreamily.

With Billy, you were not a sinner, but a saint.

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Apples and Cinnamon scents.

Autumn.

Cheesecake.

A hot bath.

Stardew Valley.

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My Jack Skellington pillow. I sleep with it every night, lol.

Playing video games with my mom. We love to play Lord of the Rings Online, among others.

Iced Coffee. Caramel Macchiato.

Rainy days. Those are the best days.

The LOTR movies.

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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! 💜

oh. I was wondering where your works went & I spent ages looking for them 😬 love that you’re back on here !!! and I’m totally loving all of you writings ❤️ so glad I found you again :)

So sorry about that. 💜 But I’m glad you found me again, and are enjoying my stuff! 😄 I’m slowly reposting some of my old stuff as I find it in my mess of a Google doc folder. :p

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do you know about “looking for polaris” ? Can’t find it and it seemed similar to yours

That’s because it was mine from an old profile that I deleted. That’s why you can’t find it. I decided to edit it and put it on here.

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Stronger Without

A Drabble set in the Monsters in the Dark universe.

@idaofinfinity @e-dubbc11 @rosaleenablack

//angst, mentions of pregnancy, mentions of abandonment, mentions of an attempt on reader’s life by her father, dark themes, fem!reader//

Billy wondered if his mother ever loved him. Or if he’d been a burden from the beginning. Had she wished she had terminated the pregnancy?

What about his father? Had he left when he learned of his mother’s pregnancy?

Had he abandoned Billy, too?

Bitterness filled him at the thought, maybe it would have been better than all this suffering, he thought hitting the punching bag hard, his knuckles aching.

He sweated as he hit the punching bag in quick succession, his muscles aching with the strain. It didn’t relieve the ache in his heart, the fucking pain, that no matter how much he tried to shove it down, still remained.

But then he’d never know you, if he hadn’t been born. And that made him ache deeply. Especially knowing you’d experienced the trauma you had. Your father hated you, and made it known to you every day. Tried to kill you, even.

The thought of you facing that alone, was enough to make him realize that he’d go through it all over again, just to be with you.

Billy clenched his fists.

You were both stronger without your parents.

ok no I'm still annoyed about what they've done to anne elliot. why must every heroine be beautiful, smart, confident, witty, flirtatious, funny, independent, firm-minded etc.?

what about shy women? humble women? lonely women? women who are just sad and a little bit pathetic? not firm enough to speak their mind? not strong enough to know their mind? who are riddled with anxiety and embarrassment? who have genuine faults and mistakes they regret but are too mortified to acknowledge? who know they are being taken advantage of but who keep sacrificing their own happiness to maintain the peace and reputation of their family? who are smart in their own way and happy with that even if it doesn't amount to anything that can be paraded around as a talent? do they not deserve to have their stories told?

I've had enough of snark!!!!! enough of smugness!!!! i wanna see a heroine who is so miserable and lonely and who feels everything so deeply and who yearns so bloody hard for years that she collapses when he finally gives her that letter!!! i want pathetic pining!! i want miserable social interactions!!! i want stolen glances and subtle questions and agonising despair until a confession so cathartic that i faint with her!!!! i want to feel something real!!!!!!!!! god!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Monsters in the Dark #10

//Dark themes, fluff, kissing, fem!reader//

@idaofinfinity @e-dubbc11 @rosaleenablack

Billy loved you.

He knew that all consuming ache in his chest could be no other thing.

It was four in the morning, and a few minutes before his alarm went off, and he was watching you sleep curled against him.

He was terrified of this new feeling.

He hadn’t meant for it to happen. But he hadn’t expected you to be so soft. So good. People were mostly a means to an end for Billy, save for Frank.

They’d proven time and again they were shallow, and only after themselves.

But you were different. You saw the best in people, even in Billy. You had a hard life, but you hadn’t let it harden you.

Billy thought you were brave, to wear your heart on your sleeve after being knocked down so many times.

His fingers curled around your hip, pulling you closer. You mumbled something but didn't wake.

He thought love made people pure, but your love had made a monster out of him. He didn’t care who he had to destroy to make sure you remained intact.

He’d burn the world and every fucker in it for you.

He kissed you as his alarm went off, realizing he’d been watching you for too long.

You sighed into his mouth, “Morning, Billy.” You mumbled sleepily.

“Morning, baby.” He purred, kneading your hips. “Wanna take a shower with me?”

You were suddenly very awake and eager. “Mhm!” You said, and the enthusiasm in your voice made him ache in the best way as you threw the duvet off.

He sat up chuckling as you ran to the bathroom, after a few seconds you peeked around the corner. “Come on.” You said impatiently.

Love, indeed.

//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.

//Monsters in the Dark #9//

Dark themes, mentions of abandonment, anxiety, codependency, kissing, fem!reader.

@idaofinfinity @e-dubbc11 @rosaleenablack

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The clock ticked overhead, and you chewed your nails, nearly down to nothing. Billy had been gone for hours after having left you with Frank and Maria. He was dealing with someone who had come after his client.

He’d left when the sun was still up, it was dark now. Maria had tried to soothe your worries, “Billy’s very capable. He’ll come home.”

It didn’t take away the anxiety from your stomach, the heavy feeling in your chest that another person had abandoned you.

You moved to the window, watching for the headlights of the car. The clock ticked, and you wanted to rip it off the wall, as it measured Billy’s absence.

You thought of your mother. She had always protected you, but she couldn’t help herself against your father. She’d killed him as she went down in flames.

Your heart ached. Billy protected you, but could he protect himself? You’d lost so much, that the idea of losing more was crippling.

Headlights flashed across the driveway, your heart rate picked up, as the car shut off and the sound of a door being opened and closed could be heard.

You could hear his feet on the gravel pathway leading up to the house.

You ran to the front door as it opened, and Billy stepped through. He looked tired, but when you pulled him down for an eager kiss, he hummed and wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you closer, nipping at your bottom lip.

You pulled back, “Welcome back, Billy.” You said, trying to mask your relief. But he could see. He could always see.

Billy nodded to Frank, before taking your hand and pulling you out of the house, and towards his Wraith.

“Missed you, baby.” He whispered in your ear, before ushering you into the passenger seat.

You relaxed as he walked around the car and got in, starting it up. You admired him as he turned the heat on for you.

He was back. He was safe.

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Monsters in the Dark #8

Dark themes, mentions of Billy’s abandonment by his mother, dark fluff, fem!reader.

@idaofinfinity @e-dubbc11 @rosaleenablack

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It was quiet that evening. You both laid on his living room floor, Billy lost in his thoughts, watching you read Shakespeare while he played with your hair.

He shook himself from those thoughts, knowing they were growing dark, thinking of all the ways he was sure you’d eventually leave him.

The ways he’d drag you back. But stopped himself, knowing if you truly wanted to leave, he’d let you go.

Even if it made his chest fucking ache.

“Read to me,” Billy murmured, lips brushing your head.

You shuddered, enjoying Billy’s touch, and began to read;

“These violent delights have violent ends, and in their triumph die like fire and powder, which as they kiss, consume.” You recited, softly. Your fingers played with the edge of the paper.

Billy watched you, admiring you, and kissed the corner of your lips. He was the Devil, but for you? He was Godly vengeance on your enemies.

You loved Billy at his darkest. But you didn’t seek to save him. You knew you could not, instead you stayed in the darkness with him.

Like Persephone had chosen to stay with Hades by eating the pomegranate.

He stroked your cheek, “I’m damning you.” He spoke, startling you.

You shrugged, a smile played on your lips. “It’s my choice, Billy. It’s not on you. A God who is supposedly for free will but punishes you for not choosing Him is maybe a God I don’t wanna choose.” You told him, leaning into his touch.

“You’d choose me over heaven?” Billy asked, thumb brushing your bottom lip.

“I don’t wanna go to a place I can’t follow you.” You said earnestly. “You cut off someone’s fingers for me just because they threatened me. What has God done but watch my father abuse me? My mother had to step in, and He didn’t defend her, either.”

Billy was a selfish bastard. He rarely cared about anyone but Frank and himself, but he fucking ached at the thought of you suffering eternal misery for him.

He grunted as you pushed him back, discarding the play, and climbing on top of him. You laid your head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat, thighs on either side of his hips.

Silence reigned, but it was comfortable, the clock ticked over the TV, and New York bustled below the penthouse.

He remembered Curtis bringing you over, a fragile woman, scared of so much, shaking the first night at the door to his bedroom, begging to let you sleep with him.

How he’d been hooked the minute you’d crawled in, fingers clutching his shirt. You reminded him of the boy he’d been. How he’d cried at the fire station, wondering why his mom had left him there, and when she was coming back.

He’d marked you as his since then, and swore to protect you, swore that no one would ever hurt you again, after hearing from Curtis the tales of your father’s abuse.

Billy gripped your hips, angry thinking about it. He wanted to drag your father from his grave, and burn the bones. No. No one would ever hurt you again.

If only he knew, you felt the same way about him.

The Dreadful Need in the Devotee

A Drabble set in the Monsters in the Dark universe.

Have a Drabble while I edit the next main part of the story. :D

@idaofinfinity @e-dubbc11 @rosaleenablack

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You had never felt more warm and safe, tucked into Billy’s side, and under his arm as you laid on your stomach on a chilly autumn afternoon, face buried in his pillows.

You were quiet and Billy watched you. “What’re you thinking about, baby?” He asked, tucking you closer.

You felt drowsy, but answered anyway; “Want you all to myself.” You mumbled sleepily, moving to bury your face in his neck. He smelled so good.

The wind blew around outside the penthouse windows, and the sounds of New York City were heard below.

It was a gray cloudy day, but no rain.

Billy chuckled darkly. “What’re you gonna do with me when you have me all to yourself, baby?” He asked, playing with your hair.

He didn’t expect your answer.

“Love you forever.” You said softly, feeling warm despite the chill.

He didn’t say it, but he wanted you all to himself too, the only woman who’d captured his attention for any length of time.

What had started as a desire fueled by your need for him, had become this burning in his chest for you that went beyond sexual desire.

He didn’t want to put a name to it yet.

“Sweet girl.” Billy lips brushed your forehead.

There was this Good Samaritan, used to volunteer at the Ray of Hope Group Home. That’s where I was placed at the time. We used to play stickball, hoops, whatever. He’d been going there for years, I mean, we all thought he was so cool. I guess I must’ve been ten, eleven at the time. Let’s just say I wasn’t interested in the kind of games he had in mind.

You know, I’d have given you… the world.