#ben barnes character

[celestialspecial]

Billy drabble yeee. I like all the smutt-smartness, but 13 sounded most him to me 😄

“Get back down here, we’re not done yet.”

You squealed tossing the covers at your attacker. Billy growled, the corner of his mouth quirking up in a decidedly feline expression.

You felt a strong hand grasp around your ankle tugging you back onto the bed. Losing your balance and toppling onto your boyfriend who grinned as he pinned you against him.

"Let me go!" You giggled pushing against his chest, shrieking as you felt his tongue against your cheek, teeth nibbling on your earlobe. "I'm gonna be late for work!"

All your best efforts were futile as his grip only tightened, holding you flush to his bare chest. The smell of him, of the sex that coated your sheets from your past....two hours?

"Nuh-uh, not til' I've had my fill." He murmured, face pressed to your neck. You could feel the bulge underneath you, growing harder by the minute.

Leave it to Billy to be ready to go another nine rounds before work and after only one cup of coffee. The pleasurable ache between you legs almost convinced you to stay.

But....bills. Bills need money. And unfortunately your job was a part of that equation.

"You've had your fill." Flicking his nose tenderly, gaining an inch of purchase on the bed away from him.

"I'll fill you." He pulled you back realizing you were inching away.

"You already have." Smirking down at him, running your hands through his hair, tightening your fingers in the longer top strands and tugging.

His eyes drifted close at the sensation and he let out a low groan. In his moment of weakness, you kissed his forehead before pushing backwards breaking hold of his grasp.

"Hey!" He shouted as you took off for the front door, grabbing your bag in the process. "Just wait until you come home- then you'll pay for that!"

You sure hoped so, it would be the only thought getting you through the rest of your day.

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[imagine-a-fictional-boyfriend]

All Things End, Part 9

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Fic Summary: William Thurber is left to pick up the pieces of his nightmare. Reader is a sensitive - a psychic - with knowledge of otherworldly things, and has been drawn to help William.

Characters: William Thurber, Sensitive/Psychic!Reader (F)

Words: 1.4k

Warnings: mention of near self-harm in the past, use of religious language

Masterlist ~ Part 8

(moodboard images found on Google. Please let me know if you are the creator and would like anything removed)

So, William stayed with you until the worried lines smoothed from your forehead and your breaths drew even. Once he was sure you were asleep, he went to the bathroom to finally relieve his nearly bursting bladder.  

He cleaned up your nightgown and underclothes, with pink-tinged cheeks, and put them on the dresser in the room. Back in the bathroom, he pulled the drain from the plug and wiped up the water that had spilled over the edges. There was a rather large puddle on the tiles, and it further hurt William’s heart as he thought about what you’d seen in your vision. You poor thing. He felt truly awful about the things you’d experienced because he knew exactly what you had been through.  

He hadn’t mentioned it to you, but those days back, when Pickman had dropped off a painting at his house and William looked at it after a nightmare, he almost drove his knife into his eye. Luckily, Rebecca had come down and shaken him free of the thoughts, unbeknownst to her. If only he’d been around to stop Joe and Rebecca when their minds had become infected.

William splashed water on his face and looked over his ‘new’ reflection. He realized that he did not miss the moustache. James used to tug on it when he was younger - not extremely hard, mostly out of curiosity on the thing attached to his father’s face. James had been out of that phase for a while now, but his moustache always reminded William of his son. He felt tears burning his eyes at the thought of his son. His poor, innocent boy. He’d done nothing to deserve his fate. Betrayed by the one person who was supposed to protect him all because of Pickman’s wicked paintings.

William had to brace his hand against the sink as he pressed the other one against his forehead. Pained, his body trembled as he tried to fight off his mournful tears for his son. He might not have aspired to be a father when he was trying to become an artist, but he was so happy to have a son once James was born. When James picked up his first coloured pencil, William was overjoyed. He didn’t think he’d be able to love anyone more than he had Rebecca until he held that tiny baby in his arms.  

James was the one person William was supposed to protect. Rebecca didn’t need his protection. She was strong, opinionated, and wasn’t afraid to make herself heard. William never had to fear about her. But his son, he was an innocent. William had wanted to show off the thing he had been working so hard on, and it led to his child’s death. He wondered if he could ever forgive himself. He needed proper time to mourn, but there hadn’t been any. You’d found him before he could really spiral or hurt anyone, and he had just buried his family. William hadn’t really had time to process any of it before he was working with you to try to free his soul.  

William had to splash his face with water a few more times before he felt like he could exit the bathroom. Tonight, he’d do everything he could to rid his soul of the darkness that had attached to him. Then he’d get far away from Arkham and try to start over.

He wondered where he’d go and found himself hoping you’d let him stick around. He wondered why he hoped for that... you were merely a stranger. Weren’t you? But William knew that you were wise, kind, and he saw an innocent beauty to you… and he'd only known you for a few days. He realized he wanted to know you for longer.

Who was William kidding? You'd probably move on to the next person who’d become the centre of your visions and try to help them after you were done with him. That’s what you’d been doing, ever since you’d been on your own, you’d said. What would change that after you’d helped him?

***

You felt much better when you woke up, despite having slept with soaking wet hair. The pillow was a little damp, and you wrinkled your noise before you sat up. Your hair was damp and probably unruly. But you felt good. You stretched your arms over your head and let out a big sigh.  

William was sitting at the desk and turned to look at you upon hearing you stir.

You felt cool air against your chest and realized that your robe had opened slightly. You covered yourself quickly. You weren’t fully exposed, but William had probably seen more of your cleavage than decent. You felt immense heat in your cheeks.

William looked away, probably sensing your discomfort. He got up and gestured to the table. “I went down and got breakfast.”

“What? Why?”

“You needed to sleep.” He said simply.

“But what if someone saw you and the police-”

William interrupted you. “Please, sweet girl. It’s fine. Come and eat.”

You still felt flushed, but you got out of bed and tied the robe more securely around your waist.  You ran your fingers through your hair as you walked over to sit at the little table.

It looked like William had already eaten because there was only one bowl of oatmeal on the table. You took it and appreciated the warmth from the porcelain that seeped to your chilled bones. William came over with a cup of tea, then returned with a cup of his own. He sat at the other end of the table.

You looked at him timidly. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” He gave you a charming little smile before he slipped his tea.

You ate in silence and when you were done, you went to the bathroom to clean your teeth. You saw that William had cleaned up the tub and floor and didn’t see your clothes. When your teeth were clean you went out to thank William for cleaning the bathroom.

“You didn’t have to clean up in there on my account. I would have done it.”

William waved his hand dismissively.  

“Or tidied up my clothes.”  

William’s cheeks flushed at that. He cleared his throat. “It’s no bother.”

“Well, thank you. I’ll change now.”

William shrugged. “But I think we’re nearly even for seeing each other indecent.” He smirked and you felt a wave of heat flush through your body.

You let out an embarrassed squeak and tried to cover it with a laugh. You went to the dresser where you had put some clothes to hide your burning face from him.

You had to splash some cold water on your face. You couldn’t get this way, not on such an important day. William was flustering you too much. Tonight, you had to face your darkest challenge yet, and you couldn’t go into it with William’s handsome face making your brain melt.

***

It had now turned to evening, and William listened intently as you had gone over the plan with him one final time before you left the inn.  

You needed to bring along all the items you had gone and gotten the day before. The salt, sage, and he had watched you fill a flask with water and say a prayer over it with your rosary in your hand. You had explained to him that it was Holy Water and could be used as a defense against evil.

You had given William his own rosary and crucifix. “I’ll need you to always keep this on your person. And when we’re trying to expel the darkness, you might have to hold it in your hands.” You showed him how you held it. Beads wrapped around your fingers; crucifix presented in front of it all in your fist. Like how he had seen you hold it when you got Pickman’s paintings to burn at the gallery.

He nodded and tucked the beads into the pocket of his trousers.

If everything went according to plan, the beasts would be unable to pass the salt line around the well. The Gateway, you called it. You would expel the darkness from William’s soul and then be able to banish everything from the beasts to the spirits back down to Hell. Then William would brick over the well as you burned sage to cleanse the area.  

Only then would William be freed of what Pickman had brought into his life.

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Author’s Note: okay I promise, monster fighting in the next chapter!!!! I hope you guys are enjoying this! Are you yearning, yet?

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[flightlessangelwings]

Don't Want to Fall in Love

Billy Russo x fem!reader (no use of y/n)

Word count: 8.1k

Prompt/Summary: The women in your family can gain super powers, but it comes with a catch: you have to kill the one you love. After failed attempts, you decide to put that life behind you and live a peaceful life in New York City. But everything changes when Billy Russo walks into your life.

Warnings: smut (18+ only!), violence, death, family trauma, temporary major character death, injury, feelings, reader wears Billy’s robe at one point

Notes: After having this in my WIPs for like 2 months I’m finally ready to post! This does have heavy themes to it tho so beware of the warnings before reading. But this was fun to write and I enjoyed all the symbolism I incorporated in it. Let me know what you think! Mood board by me, and I hope the darker skin pic shows in the filter cause that bottom pic just screams Billy so I really wanted to use it! 

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Sobs filled the room as you stayed glued to your mother’s side. You were young, not even a teenager yet, and you had just lost your grandmother. She was a sweet and kind woman, and you and your mother were both very close to her. Your mother held your tiny hand in her as she wiped a tear from her eye. 

“Mama?” you tugged at her arm with your little hand.

She looked down at you and you saw a brief flash of white light in her eyes and her hand felt hot for a moment. Your mother quickly regained control of herself and dropped to her knees to meet your gaze, “Everything will be ok, my dear,” she reassured you.

Even in your young age, something about her felt off, but you decided not to say anything. Instead, you turned your gaze back to the casket in the middle of the room and let yourself mourn your loss. This was the first time you had lost someone close to you, but it wouldn’t be the last. Not even the powers your mother carried within her could save those around you. In fact, they were the cause of everything you’d lost as you grew into adulthood…

You woke up with a gasp as you shot up in your bed. It took you several moments to regain your mind and remember where you were after your dream. Ever since you moved to New York City, you had dreamt of your grandmother’s funeral often, and every time it felt so real that it confused you when you first woke up. You stared at the shadowed outline of your hands before you buried your face in them as you tried to calm your racing thoughts. 

Your life wasn’t glamorous, but it was calm and peaceful and you were happy with that. You lived in a cute little apartment in the city, had a good job, pleasant neighbors and coworkers, and the exciting sights of New York. When it came to your love life, you were happy on your own. It was better that way, both for you and for anyone else, and you had no intention of bringing anyone into your life.

The pressures from your mother got to be too much for you, and although you were best friends all through your childhood and young adult years, you decided it was best that you moved away from her. You never even told her where you moved to, and you haven't kept in contact with her since you moved away. 

Her voice still echoed in your head often, especially when you dreamt of your grandmother’s funeral. Vaguely, you wondered if it was your mother’s attempt to get in contact with you, but you quickly pushed that thought out of your head. The longer you dwelled on it, the easier it would be for her to find you. 

It had been years since you had seen your mother, and thought she wanted more for you, you were happy to live a simple life in the city. A normal life suited you, and New York had a lot to offer. Oftentimes, you would try out new bars in the evenings, and you enjoyed the time with your coworkers in new corners of the city a few nights a week. 

Tonight, you were in a fun little bar with a delicious drink in your hand. You laughed with your companions as you let all your worries drift away. No problems with your mother existed, and your dark past was a distant shadow against the burning flame of the now. But, a voice next to you suddenly called your attention.

“Well hey there,” a suave, confident voice rang in your ear.

You turned over your shoulder, ready to reject any proposal on the spot, but when you were met with the darkest eyes you had ever seen, your world froze for a moment. He was the most handsome man you had ever seen in your life, and his dark eyes were framed by hair that was just as dark. Stubble lined his sharp jaw and he was tall and defined. The moment you laid eyes on him, something kindled within you that had never been awkon before.

Something within you made you drop all of your defenses and you replied with a breathy, “Hi.”

He grinned at you as he seemed to look into your soul with those deep, dark eyes, “I didn’t mean to bother you or nothin, but you’re the most beautiful woman in here, so I wanted to introduce myself,” he extended a hand to you, “Billy Russo.”

Normally, a line like that would earn a slap from you. But this time you gave him your hand and your breath hitched in your throat when his large, warm hand took yours. You gave him your name as you regained your senses, “So Billy, are you always this suave when you’re picking someone up in a bar?”

He chuckled as he looked down at where your hands were still connected, “I try.”

Your gaze followed his and you felt your skin burn with embarrassment when you realized you still held his hand, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to…”

“Nah baby, you can hold me all you like,” Billy quipped back without missing a beat.

You looked back up and met his eyes once more, and you couldn’t help but burst into laughter, “I’m sorry,” you covered your mouth to try and hide your snort.

Billy joined in your laughter as he settled into the seat next to you, “Can I buy you a drink?”

You swallowed hard as you calmed yourself down again, “Sure.”

The two of you sat at the bar and talked until late into the night. All of your friends had left hours ago, and you were sure whoever was with Billy did too. You were one of the last people in the bar when you finally realized how late it was. It wasn’t often that you became so engrossed in a conversation that you lost track of the time. Yet, there was something about Billy that just drew you in.

“Well, it’s getting late…” you figgled with your empty glass.

Billy’s hand covered yours, which made you look into his eyes once more, “Wanna get out of here?” 

His smooth words and soft smile made your heart skip a beat, “Yes,” you whispered.

Though you were no stranger to hookups, it had been some time. And with the most handsome man you had ever met, you were actually a little nervous. But it was more nerves from excitement as he led you to his luxurious car and drove you to his glamorous penthouse.

The two of you didn’t even make it upstairs before the passions boiled over. The moment the elevator doors closed, the two of you lept on each other as if you would burst if you didn’t kiss each other then and there. Your tongues tangled together in a heated dance as you each swallowed the other’s moans. Billy’s taste was intoxicating, and you instantly craved more of him as you clawed at his jacket.

“Just a second baby,” his breathy voice whispered to you between kisses, “There’s cameras in here. As much as I’d love to put on a show….”

Billy was a tease, though, and his hand cupped your ass as his other dragged across your collarbone. You let out a whimper as you felt his grip tighten and his eyes bore into yours. Just as you were about to protest, the elevator dinged and the gamor of the penthouse door greeted you.

“Well let’s get this going then,” you quipped back as you dragged Billy from the elevator.

“Yes ma’am,” he grinned as he let you in.

You were awe-struck at the beauty of the luxury apartment. Even from the door, you could tell the view was spectacular. But, you would have time to adbore that later. Right now, there was only one view that you cared about. And he made quick work of getting his hands back on you as quickly as possible too.

A moan escaped your throat as Billy captured your lips with his own once more. You surrendered to him as he guided you through the apartment back into his bedroom. You didn’t even look around the place as your eyes fluttered closed and Billy became your entire world.

As the two of you shuffled through the space, you tugged and clawed at the other’s clothes piece by piece. A trail of discarded clothing led the way into Billy’s bedroom until you both reached the bed with nothing on your bodies. Time froze for a moment as you each took in the sight of the other, and you swore you heard him curse under his breath.

Both of you moved at the same time, but Billy was able to grab your hips first as he spun you around and pushed you onto his bed. You bounced as you landed on your back on the plush, silky mattress.

“Billy…”

“Shhh,” he cooed as he dropped to his knees between your legs, “I want to taste you, baby.”

Before you could even form a coherent thought, he dove in and you felt his warm tongue along your folds. You dropped your head down and your hands latched onto his hair as he swirled his tongue around you. A loud scream echoed in the room as you completely lost yourself in the ecstasy that was Billy’s tongue, and no one had worked you as well as he did.

He flicked at your clit with his tongue before he alternated between sucks and licks. Billy hit every single spot that drove you wild with such precision that you vaguely wondered if you had slept with him before. But, you also knew that if you met a man like him, you would never forget, and Billy seemed to be sure to make sure of that.

In no time, you felt the rush of heat and waves of tingles under your skin and you knew you were close. Your moans grew louder and louder as you felt your entire body tense under Billy’s expert tongue. His hands gripped onto your hips tightly and you were sure if it weren’t for his grip you would have flown off the bed.

“Billy… I…” you cried out as you came hard on his tongue. 

The slurping sound was obscene as he worked you through your climax. Your legs trembled on either side of his head as bursts of pleasure exploded within you. Your hands clamped hard on his hair as you tugged, but he didn’t care. In fact, it only spurred him on more and he kept going until you were a whimpering mess on his bed.

When he finally broke away, both of you exhaled deeply. Billy couldn’t even remember if he took a breath the entire time he devoured you with his tongue, but he didn’t care. He would gladly drown between your thighs if it meant your pleasure. He licked his lips before he wiped the rest of the evidence of your release from his chin while you calmed your breathing.

He leaned forward and hovered his body over yours on the bed as he kissed your forehead softly, “You good baby? You ain’t tapping out on me now, are you?”

You opened your eyes and found Billy’s face only inches from yours and his beauty almost took your breath away again. You quickly recovered, though, and you smirked, “Not on your life, Russo,” you teased as you wrapped your arms and legs around him.

Before Billy knew what was happening, you used all your momentum and flipped your bodies over so that he was face up on his back and you hovered over him. He looked up at you with wide eyes and you took almost as much pleasure at catching him off guard as when he was between your legs, “I like you like this.”

You leaned down and closed the gap between your faces once more and this time it was your turn to take his lips. You moaned when you tasted yourself on him, and the groan he let out vibrated between your chests. As you kissed him more deeply, you rocked your hips against his and your pussy rocked along his length.

He was big, but you also felt your own wetness drip onto him, and you used your leverage to tease him. Billy’s hands landed on your hips as he guided you along his cock, and you could tell he tried to lift you up so you would sink down on him. You wanted to tease him just a bit longer, though, and you didn’t allow him to take control again.

“Baby, please…” he breathed as his face flushed.

Fuck he looked so tempting like this, and you couldn’t tease him any longer. Carefully, you lifted your hips and reached down and grabbed his cock. You watched his face as you pumped it a few times and his mouth dropped open and his eyes shut. He looked lost in his bliss, and it gave you a satisfaction that you were the one who had this effect on him.

But whe he moaned your name, you knew he wanted, needed, more, and you lined yourself up with his cock and slowly sunk down. Both of you moaned loudly as you lowered yourself on Billy’s cock and he filled you inch by inch. 

“Fuck…”

Neither of you were sure whose voice it was, perhaps it was both of you at the same time. The moment your hips met his, and Billy was fully sheathed inside you, you propped yourself up and slowly bounced up and down. Too eager to wait, you wanted to feel his cock as deep inside you as you could, and you wanted him to hit every spot inside you that made your toes curl. And Billy had no complaints.

What started as a slow, steady pace quickly became faster and more erratic as you rocked against his body. With every drop of your hips, you felt bursts of white-hot pleasure from deep within your core, and every moan and groan from Billy told you he felt the same.

“Baby… Fuck…” Billy held your hips so tightly that you were sure you’d be sore tomorrow, but you didn’t care.

“Cum inside me,” you whispered as you bounced faster.

With a grunt through gritted teeth, Billy’s head dropped down onto the mattress and he came hard. His relapse spilled deep inside you and it sent a shiver up your spine. Just as Billy didn’t stop right away, neither did you and you kept up your harsh rhythm until your second orgasm of the night crashed through you. Moans and groans filled the room as you kept going until you physically couldn’t hold yourself up anymore and you collapsed onto him.

Billy’s arms immediately wrapped around you and he held you close as the two of you came down from your highs. You felt his cock soften inside you, but the connection was still a comfort for both of you. His heartbeat helped you calm yourself down and you closed your eyes and rested comfortably on his chest.

“Stay the night with me,” Billy whispered into your ear.

“Yes,” you answered back without a second thought.

*

With a contented sigh, you blinked your eyes open, and for a moment you forgot where you were. The bed was so comfortable you could have instantly fallen back asleep, and the smell of Billy reminded you of the events of the night before. You stretched and groaned as you forced yourself up. You were alone in the bed, but the smell of coffee told you that Billy was in the kitchen.

Not wanting to wear your clothes from the night before, you went into the bathroom and found a black silk robe that you put on before you made your way to the source of the wonderful smell. When you walked into the kitchen, Billy stood at the counter as he put the finishing touches on two cups of coffee. He wore only low hanging silk pants and you had to remind yourself to breathe as your eyes traced the lines of his body.

“Good morning,” he sound cheerful as he turned around and met your gaze. He took a moment himself to drink you in, and his brows furrowed when he noticed what you had on, “Is that my robe?”

“I didn’t want to wear what I had on last night. I’m not ready for the walk of shame just yet,” you made your way to him and sat down at the counter, “Coffee smells amazing though.”

He smirked at you as he slid you a mug, “Only the best for you,” Billy paused as he stared at you for a moment, “And I hope you’re not ashamed to walk out of here,” he added with a subtle shimmy of his shoulders.

You took a long sip before you answered, “Never,” your voice was low but you knew he heard you.

Billy took a sip himself, but he never took his eyes off of you. Even when you didn’t look in his direction, you felt those dark eyes watching your every move. A comfortable silence took over the room as neither of you felt the need to say anything.

But soon, Billy broke that silence with a question that burned within him, “Can I see you again?”

Your mind raced. You wanted to see him again, but you were also scared of the feelings that he stirred within you. Something about Billy Russo was different than anyone you had been with before, and it was terrifying. There was so much he didn’t know, and so much that you didn’t want to face. But, as your inner war waged within your mind, you noticed his face dropped, and you answered before you thought too much about it.

“Yes.”

*

“Mama, when will I get powers like you and grandma?” you asked one night as your mother tucked you into bed.

Your mother placed a soft kiss on your forehead, “I’ll tell you when you’re older, my daughter.”

As you grew up, you asked that question more and more and it wasn’t until you were sixteen that your mother finally told you the truth. She sat you down one day and told you the story of your family.

“My daughter, the women of this family were given something special. But, we have to earn it,” she told you, “We are blessed with powers beyond anything man ever thought was capable,” she formed an orb of energy in her hand and you were mesmerized with how played with it as she spoke, “But it comes with a price. In order to gain this power, we must kill the one we love the most.”

Your face dropped. Suddenly it made sense why you never met your father, or why there didn’t seem to be many men in your family. Yet, your mother didn’t seem to be bothered by it.

“So you… Dad…?”

She nodded, “Yes, I did what had to be done. And now, the mantle passes to you, my daughter.”

Everything changed in your life overnight. While everyone else around you dated for fun and enjoyed their adolescence, you had a new purpose and a much darker goal. You were unsure of the means, but you wanted nothing more than to make your mother proud and happy, so you went along with it. 

“If mom and grandma and everyone else can do it,” you told yourself, “So can I.”

You met Jack soon after that conversation, and your mother pushed you toward him after she saw you much you liked him. He was your first love, or at least you thought he was. He absolutely loved you, though. You were with him for a year when, under the guidance of your mother, you killed him. But, as much as you willed it to, it didn’t work and you never received any powers.

The guilt ate at you as you were thrust into your next relationship: Alex. But, again after two years and an engagement, that didn’t work either. Then came Sam, and although you tried your best, the ceremony failed for a third time. With every time, you felt a piece of your humanity chip away. 

It didn’t seem to bother your mother, though. “It’s alright, my daughter,” she held you tight, “We can just try again. You’ll get your time.” 

But, you couldn’t bring yourself to take another innocent life. So, for the first time in your life, you defied her. You packed your things in the middle of the night, and you snuck out before she woke up and realized you were gone. It wasn’t an easy decision for you, but you felt like it was the right thing to do. And during your time in New York, you had one night stands and quick flings, but you never let yourself get close to anyone. 

That was until Billy Russo stepped into your life.

*

You refused to admit that you were dating Billy, but at the same time you enjoyed every minute you spent with him. It wasn’t the fancy cars, classy restaurants, and expensive gifts either. It was Billy himself. The two of you had forged a connection unlike anything either of you had in your lives before. Both having been closed off to the rest of the world, the two of you found comfort in the other.

Although you never told him the secret of your family, you found that you told him more than you ever told anyone before. You had told him about the rocky relationship with your mother, save for the magical detail, and in turn he told you his own story about how he grew up.

Billy had laughed bitterly, “Baby I don’t know what it is about you, but I ain’t never told anyone this before.”

You held him close and kissed the top of his head as he rested in your lap, “I know how you feel.”

The way Billy’s dark eyes looked at you made you weak when you were normally strong. Normally, you never went on more than a couple dates with the same person, but there was something about Billy that you couldn’t let go of. And you found you didn’t want to let him go. The way he kissed you and held you made you never want to leave. And when the two of you were alone in his penthouse above the city, it truly felt like you were in the clouds…

As Billy thrust into you over and over again, your mind swam in emotions. The feeling of him so deep inside you as he filled every inch of you was unlike anything else. His strong arms held you close and you felt his heartbeat in his chest as he laid his body over yours. He engulfed you completely, and you welcome it with open arms.

Your moans flowed from your lips as Billy rested his forehead against yours while he rocked against your body. He felt so good, and you felt all of his emotions that he never put into words in his motions. As his cock hit that sweet spot within you over and over again, you felt your orgasm quickly build. And as your body burned with the intensity of your passions, you found yourself in a moment of weakness where you couldn’t deny your feelings anymore.

“Billy… I… I love you,” you moaned before your orgasm hit and you came with a loud scream.

Billy tightened his grip on you as he groaned. He thrust into you harder and faster, lost in his own mind as you came hard around him. He whispered your name over and over again until his own climax took him over and he came deep inside you. Billy kept his thrusts as long as he could as he rode out both of your orgasms until he could hold himself up anymore. 

He collapsed on top of you with a grunt, and you squealed at the sudden weight on top of you, “Billy…”

“Sorry baby,” he murmured against your skin, “You ok?”

You smiled against his hair as you buried your fingers in it, “Great,” you whispered with a soft kiss.

He was silent for several moments as the two of you caught your breaths. Your body may have been exhausted, but your mind couldn’t calm down. You couldn’t believe you actually said those three words out loud. Even more, you couldn’t believe you actually felt it for real. You made a silent promise to Billy though that he would never find out your secret; you couldn’t bear the thought of losing him.

Just when you thought Billy had fallen asleep on top of you, he broke the silence with four words whispered softly in your ear, “I love you too.” 

Oh no…

*

Being with Billy Russo was unlike anything you ever could have imagined. To actually feel love for real, and to be loved in return, was something you never considered. But now that you had it, you never wanted to let it go. He was attentive to your every need, and even when he had to be away from you due to his work at Anvil, he always made up for the lost time. 

Every time those dark eyes looked into yours, you fell more and more in love with him. Billy was your everything, and you were his.

He took you out to a fancy dinner one night after a particularly long time away, and your breath caught in your throat when you saw him emerge from his bedrrom all dressed up in his best suit. When you gasped, you caught his attention, and you saw the way his eyes burned into you as he looked you up and down.

“Looking good there baby,” he sauntered over to you and rested his hands on your hips.

“Right back at you, Billy,” you whispered as you placed your lips on his.

The kiss was soft yet it burned with passions. Billy moaned into your mouth as he parted his lips for you and wrapped his arms around you. He pulled you flush against his chest and you felt like you would erupt from how hot you burned. Your own hands roamed all over his chest before you tugged at his lapels and yanked him even closer.

Billy murmured your name against your lips and grinned against you

You moaned back and broke away from the kiss, “As much as I want to keep going, we do have a reservation to get to.”

He let out a short laugh, “We’ll continue this later then baby,” Billy placed one last kiss on your lips, “I’ll have you for dessert.”

“Billy!” you shorted as you shoved him playfully.

Dinner was the perfect reunion date at the exclusive restaurant Billy had made reservations for. Although, you did notice the way he stared at you all night as if he wanted to leap over the table and devour you then and there. It made your heart pound in your chest every time you glanced up and caught the way his dark eyes seemed to look right into your soul.

Afterwards, the two of you walked along the dock hand in hand and enjoyed the breeze that hit your faces. It was a quiet night in this part of the city, and the water of the harbor was a peaceful backdrop. You and Billy were the only ones around, and you felt safe with him. Even in the stillness, you felt at peace with his hand in yours.

But all that was about to change when a voice called your name from the shadows.

You gasped as you turned around and saw your mother come towards you with open arms. Your grip on Billy’s hand tightened as your pulse raced, though this time it wasn’t in a pleasant way.

“Mom…?” you breathed out as you tensed every muscle in your body.

Billy whispered your name in a question as he noticed the way your entire body language changed. His eyes narrowed as he immediately went on high alert. 

Your mother ignored the way you stiffened and embraced you without a care, “I’ve missed you my daughter,” she then turned her attention to Billy, who glared at her in silence, “And who is this handsome gentleman?”

“Billy Russo,” he said shortly.

“What are you doing here?” you redirected her attention away from Billy as you stepped in front of him, “How did you find me?” 

You hadn’t kept in contact with your mother in years, and you purposefully never told her where you moved to. All you wanted was a fresh start and a chance to just live a normal life away from the pressures of your family’s curse, but that seemed to not be in the cards for you.

She caressed your face in a way that made your blood boil, “You know how much I love you.”

You hated when she used that one on you as if you were still a child. It didn’t go unnoticed how she dodged the question, but you had a guess that she had honed her powers more over the years and she somehow found a way to track you down. Her grip on you tightened as her eyes landed on Billy once more, and you immediately knew the thought that popped in her head.

“Don’t…” you warned.

“Have you finally fallen in love, my daughter?” Her voice sounded light, but there was an underlying tone of venom in her words that made your skin crawl. You were sure Billy noticed it too by the way he tried to pull you from her embrace.

“Listen, this family reunion is great and all but…” he tried to interrupt, but your mother didn’t back down.

“You can finally do it then,” she cut Billy off with a shaper tone that made you both stiffen.

Billy was silent for several moments before he turned to you and asked, “Do what?” His voice hissed as he pointed his gaze at you.

Your eyes darted from your mother to Billy several times, and you knew your mother eagerly waited for you to answer yourself. With a heavy sigh you turned back to your mother and replied firmly, “No.”

“No?” she scoffed, “You don’t get a choice. This is what you are meant for. Just do it now while no one’s around!”

“Do what?” Billy repeated in a sharp tone that he had never used towards you before.

A dark smile came across your mother’s face, “My boy, she never told you about the gift that runs in our family, did she?”

Billy seethed in anger as he dropped your hand and in that moment your heart shattered. The look of betrayal on his face broke you in a way that you never thought you could be broken. Even without knowing exactly what was going on, Billy inferred enough to know that he was getting played, or at least that’s how it looked from his point of view. 

She continued, “The women in our family are blessed with power,” your mother formed a ball of energy in her hand that glowed brightly as she spoke.

“Stop, please,” your voice cracked.

 “But in order to get it, we have to kill the one we love,” her eyes turned to you and cupped your cheeks, “And my little girl finally found her love and gets her gift! With every generation, our powers grow, and she’ll be the strongest yet!”

“Enough!” you stepped forward and blocked Billy’s body from your mother, “I don’t want it, mom.”

“Yes you do. Everyone does.” Something about her tone made you shiver, like she wanted more than just for you to get your powers. 

But you couldn’t dwell on it when you heard Billy whisper your name in a low tone. You turned over your shoulder and the look on his face made your heart sink.

“You used me,” even in the dark you saw the tears that formed in the corners of his dark eyes, “After everything, you…” he spoke through gritted teeth. When you tried to reach out for him, he backed away, “Don’t touch me!”

“Billy please, let me explain!”

“Fuck off,” he yelled back, “I never want to see you again.”

He ran past you and clipped your shoulder as he left you in the darkness with your mother. She tried to use her powers to stop him, but you jumped in front of her and grabbed her wrist, “No,” you yelled, “Let him go.”

Your mother’s gaze pointed at you and for several moments she considered her next move. But, she concaided and lowered her arms, “Fine,” she spat, “We’ll have another chance. Come on, daughter. We have a lot of catching up to do. I’ve missed you.”

She rested her hand on your back as she led you away. But, you kept your gaze on where Billy’s figure disappeared for as long as you could as a single tear fell from your eyes. 

How were you going to fix this?

*

You waited a few days for Billy to cool off before you made your next move. You knew that he wouldn’t want to talk to you, but it still hurt when he didn’t try to reach out at all in that time. Carefully, you avoided your mother and made sure you weren’t followed before you made your way to Anvil one night in hopes of catching Billy there. 

“Billy?” Your voice was meek and tentative as you stood in the doorway of his office.

He looked up from his desk and immediately his face scrunched in anger, “What are you doing here?”

“I just want to talk,” you stepped closer, “Please Billy.”

“I have nothing to say to you,” his words stung, “You used me. Like everyone else in my fucking life, you never wanted me. You just wanted what you could gain from me.” The way he yelled was unlike anything you had ever heard out of Billy as he laid his emotions out on the table, “I loved you. I really fucking loved you too,” he grabbed his gun and pointed it at you, “I could just kill you instead. Make things easier.”

You didn’t even react with surprise when he pointed his gun at you. All you felt was sadness at his words, especially since you knew from his point of view that they were true. You didn’t bother to try and move or defend yourself. Instead, you took a step closer to him so that his gun pointed right at your chest.

“Go ahead then,” your voice was raw, “Shoot me,” you stared into his eyes as you faced him, “I don’t care if you do,” you scoffed, “I fucking deserve it,” you took a breath, “But I just want you to know that I do genuinely love you. And I didn’t care about any powers or anything. I’d take a normal life with you any day than a superpowered life without you. But if it makes things better, just shoot me right here and now. I won’t stop you.”

Billy’s hand trembled as he kept his gun pointed at you. You saw the conflict in his eyes as he took in your words. And the sincerity in your face was obvious that you weren’t lying. It was a stalemate, and neither of you made a move. Tears filled both of your eyes as you stared at each other and the tension in the room was palpable. 

But, the next move was decided for you.

Without warning, a crash through the window of Billy’s office broke your stalemate and a whirlwind of energy flew through the break. You recognised it immediately as your mother as you saw her launch herself at Billy, poised to attack.

You lept into action and pushed him out of the way before her energy blast hit him. The two of you landed on the floor hard and Billy’s gun flew out of his hand. Your body stayed over his to cover him and Billy looked up at you with wide eyes of disbelief. 

He whispered your name as he saw the fierce look in your eyes, “You…”

You softened your expression for a moment and looked down at him. Just as you were about to say something, you winced in pain and fell forward. Billy said your name urgently as he sat you both up. That was when he noticed you were hit, and blood soaked your shirt on your side.

“You’re hurt,” he put pressure on your wound, which made you hiss in pain. Suddenly, your argument didn’t matter anymore, and your actions spoke louder to Billy than any words could. All he wanted to do at that moment was apologize and protect you, but another voice in the room didn’t allow for that.

“Always the sentimental, my daughter,” your mother stood at the broken window. She addressed Billy, “Don’t worry, she’ll be alright. I can heal her,” she took a step towards the two of you.

Billy immediately wrapped his arms around you and shielded you, “Back the fuck off.”

Your mother just laughed, “Don’t worry, I can’t have her die yet.”

Both of you gasped and you turned toward her, “What do you mean ‘yet?’”

She gave you a fake pout as her shoulders dropped, “I guess my jig is up, huh?” your mother sighed, “You can love more than one person in your life,” she explained in an eerily calm voice, “And it turns out when you kill another family member, it makes your powers grow even more.”

Billy growled, “You would kill your own daughter? For power?”

Your mother remained nonchalant, “I killed my own mother.”

Your eyes went wide as you stared at her from Billy’s arms as you suddenly felt numb. Everything you were ever told felt like a lie. Suddenly it made sense why your mother wanted you to gain your powers so badly; she wanted them for herself. She made sure that you two were best friends while you grew up so that you loved each other, but it was all an illusion. All she cared about was her own gains, not you.

You were so lost in your emotions that you barely even noticed that your mother prepared for another attack. Billy was on alert, however, and before you even noticed the flash of energy directed at you, Billy had pushed you aside and out of harm's way. You landed on the floor again, but this time you didn’t even notice your pain as you watched Billy take the hit himself.

“Billy!” you screamed as you ran back towards him.

Your mother watched the scene with a dark smirk on her face as Billy lay limp on the floor and barely clung to life.

“Billy? Billy?” you cradled his head in your lap as his breaths became shallow. His face was scratched and his chest was covered in blood. You couldn’t stop the tears that fell as you held him close, “I’m so sorry, Billy. This is all my fault. I should never have gotten close to you.”

Billy wheezed, “Hey,” he breathed your name, “It’s ok,” his voice was weak but he repeated himself again, “It’s ok,” Billy cupped your face with his bloody hand.

“No, it’s not ok. It’s not fucking ok Billy,” you cried, “I’m so sorry.”

It took every ounce of energy Billy had left, but he reached into his pocket for his knife that he always carried on him, “Do it,” he crooked as he shoved the blade into your other hand, “Just do it.”

You gasped, “No… Billy I…”

“It has,” he gasped for air, “To be you,” Billy took another labored breath, “You can stop her.”

Time was against you as you felt the life slip away from his body. Your hand shook as you held the knife over his throat. Tears blurred your vision as you stared at Billy’s face. You knew he was right. You knew that the only way to stop your mother was if you got your powers. It meant losing Billy, but at this point there was no stopping that.

You leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on Billy’s lips, “I love you, Billy. And I’m so sorry that I do.”

The moment your words left your lips, you plunged the dagger into him. Billy gasped for air as the sting of the blade shot waves of pain throughout his body. But, this pain was short lived, and within moments, he died in your arms. You sobbed uncontrollably as you held his body and whispered apologies over and over again.

Suddenly, your body glowed as you felt a rush of power through your veins. It felt as if the force of the universe flowed through you and every ounce of energy was at your disposal. Your head spun as you looked at your mother through eyes that glowed white hot. Whether it was from the sudden rush of new power or anger, you weren’t sure. All you knew was that you had to harness it quickly and use your new advantage.

“There it is,” your mother grinned widely as she harnessed her own powers, “You are more powerful than I even thought you’d be. And you’ll make me the strongest person to ever live.”

“Shut up!” you shouted as you threw a ball of energy right at her.

She dodged it and the ball of energy crashed through the other window. Your mother quickly laughed herself at you and you ran towards her without hesitation. The moment the two of you collided, another explosion of energy burst from your bodies, yet the two of you stayed locked together.

You gritted your teeth as you pushed all your energy towards her. You felt your strength start to fade, and you knew you had to act fast before she got the upper hand.

“Give it up, daughter,” she growled, “I am your mother, you can’t beat me.”

“Like fuck I can’t,” you retaliated with another push, “I’m done being your doll. You can’t control me anymore. I’m taking control now, and I’m going to kill you… for Billy!”

With that, you formed a sword out of energy and swiftly stabbed your mother right in the gut. Your mouth dropped open as a silent scream escaped her lips and her energy dropped. In a fit of rage you pulled out your energy sword and stabbed her again until she dropped to her knees.

Your mother whispered your name in a plea as she looked up at you with teary eyes. She grabbed onto you and clung as the life slowly drained from her body. As you looked down at her, you felt no remorse. She took away the one person you loved, and she spent your whole life using you for her own advantage. Any sympathy you could have held was gone the moment she turned on you.

Suddenly, you got an idea. You moved your free hand over her chest and focused all of your energy there. You weren’t even sure if this would work, but for Billy, you would try anything. You closed your eyes and imagined that you could pull the life force from your mother’s body, as if you could pull her soul out.

The delthy gasp your mother let out told you that something you did worked and you opened your eyes enough to watch the life drain from hers. “Goodbye, mom.”

The last sound she made was a croak of your name before her grip on you loosened and she dropped down to the ground. You felt a new rush as you absorbed her energy and you kept your focus until you were sure she was dead. Once all of the life was gone and her face stilled, you released your mother and all of the weight that you carried with you from her teachings seemed to let go as well. 

Once your mother’s lifeless body hit the floor, you rushed over to Billy. You dropped to your knees and hovered your hands over him. You had no idea what you were doing, but you knew you had to try. You didn’t want to lose him, and if there was a way to bring him back to you, you were determined to try.

Your hands glowed as you pushed the life force you took from your mother into his chest. You concentrated and focused all of your energy as you willed your powers to go through your hands and into him. You even pulled some of your own life force and channeled it into Billy’s body.

“Come on Billy, please,” you sobbed, “Come back to me. I need you.”

A burst of light blasted through the room as you gave it one final push. You felt the energy through your hands as you pushed it through once more until your body stopped glowing brightly. Your eyes and your hands resembled a low fire as a dim glow still emanated from them. You didn’t even notice, though, as you kept your gaze on Billy. For several long, agonizing moments, you watched his body in silence.

Until Billy suddenly gasped loudly and took a big breath in. You dropped your shoulders in relief as he coughed and took several more breaths.

“Billy!” you wrapped your arms around him and covered his body with yours.

“Ow, ow,” he winced.

You immediately pulled back, “Sorry,” you kept your hands on him and stayed as close as you could, “You’re back,” you whispered.

Through the pain, he gave you a strained smile, “I knew you could do it,” Billy took your hand in his.

You leaned forward again and embraced him, gently this time, “How?”

Billy wrapped his arms around you and held you as close as you held him, “When she said she could heal, and that you would be more powerful than anyone before.”

Truthfully, you didn’t even think about her words at the time. You were too focused on Billy and keeping him alive. And once you gained your powers, you acted purely on emotion and instinct. You weren’t even sure if it would work. Though you were more than grateful it did. 

“Let’s get out of here,” Billy groaned in your ear.

You wanted to take him to the hospital, but Billy insisted that all he needed was rest. Vaguely, you wondered if he didn’t want any questions about what happened, protecting you in the process. But luckily, you were able to use your new powers to heal him completely, and all he needed was rest for several days.

The two of you barely left his plush bed. Neither of you wanted to let the other go, both in disbelief that you were actually here and you hadn’t lost each other. Guilt still nagged at you, though, and you asked him one night, “What do we do now?”

Billy shifted in bed and cupped your chin to make you look at him, “Baby, you’re the most powerful person on the fucking planet. We can do whatever we want.”

You let out a short exasperated laugh, “I never wanted these powers, Billy,” you told him softly.

“I know that now,” the sincerity in his voice made your heart skip a beat.

You traced the scars on his face that you weren’t able to heal, “I’m so sorry.”

Billy used the leverage on your chin and pulled you in for a soft but meaningful kiss, “I love you,” he whispered against you, “And I don’t regret it.”

“I didn’t want to fall in love,” you admitted in a hushed tone, “But I do love you, Billy. And I’m just happy I still have you.”

“Baby, it’ll take a hell of a lot more to get rid of me,” Billy quipped back.

“Let’s not chance it again,” you replied, “Losing you once was enough.”

He wrapped his arms around you and held you flush against his chest. You rested your head down and listened to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, as if you had to remind yourself that he was truly still here. In the silence, you knew that was what Billy told you too. The two of you would have to figure things out from here, but as long as you were together, there was nothing you two couldn’t do. 

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Funny Shadow and Bone Typo Search Result 💕

So we're really just two misplaced letters away from calling the Darkling "darling", huh. 😶😂

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[mystic-shadows42]

Loyalty Lie

Pairing: Billy Russo x f! reader (one-shot)

Warnings: Violence and Language

Summary: When a chance to see your boyfriend Frank presents itself, Billy shows up. He knows you’ve been lying about everything and he won’t let his crush on you get in the way of his money.

You rushed to your door unlocking it. Frank called you from a burner phone saying to pack up your bag and head to the location he had mentioned before. It was hard at times, pretending that your long-time boyfriend was dead.

People gave you their sympathies and after a while of not having any contact with Frank it actually felt that he truly was dead, but you knew the truth along with Curtis. Frank is very much alive.

Getting that phone call from Frank after not hearing from him in so long made your heart race. He sounded good but rough. He was getting back to his old ways but you hoped he wouldn’t lose himself in the violence once again.

There was one thing you wanted and that was to be in his arms again. There was nothing like listening to the beat of his heart as you’d lay on his chest. He lived a very dangerous life but there’s no instructional manual saying who the love of your life would be. 

He’s your motivation to keep going even when everything seems to be going against you.

You used seeing Frank again as a drive to rush inside your house and find your already prepared bag on the top shelf in your closet. You turned around only to be startled when the light in the room flicked on.

You swallowed thickly seeing Billy looking at you in question. He knew something was up and he was putting together all the pieces at once.

In the time that Frank was trying to lay low and build himself back up, there remained one constant in your life, Billy Russo. To you, Billy’s heart was in the right place. He was a good friend not only to Frank but to you as well. Then you thought back to what Frank told you briefly over the phone. That one sentence before he had to hang up.

‘Don’t trust Billy.’

He didn’t have time to explain and answer all the questions you had but that one hit you hard. Billy was the one person to lift your spirits when you were missing Frank. He had always been sweet on you as Frank called it. It was obvious with the flowers, taking you to lunch, and having a drink at the bar but you never let it be anything more than platonic.

At the sight of Billy still assessing you with your bag in hand and dressed up to leave in a hurry, he cocked his head as if thinking ‘really’. Not knowing what to say you blew out a breath of air trying to maintain your composure.

“What are you doing here, Billy?”

“Don’t do that,” he said as he squinted his eyes at you. “Don’t play stupid. You’ve been keeping something from me. Playing me a fool that Frank’s been dead all this time.”

You tried not showing any type of emotion. You’d keep up a facade if it meant keeping Frank out of harm’s way.

“You’ve got it all wrong. I just need to go away for a while. I don’t feel safe here. I fear his killers may be in the city and are watching me. You have to understand my paranoia at this time, especially around the anniversary of his death.”

Billy looked unconvinced but nodded his head. The thing about all of this is that you shared your fears with Billy thinking he was a friend and now he could use that against you at any moment. He could see through your lies, unlike others. 

He looked down at the floor in deep thought before looking back at you.

“You know I can’t protect you if you lie to me.”

Now you were the one to squint your eyes at him shaking your head slightly. You knew somehow he was involved but you needed to know how invested he was in it. How deep the betrayal went.

“You’re not making any sense.”

You could see him flex his hands into tight fists as he looked down at the floor. “I said don’t play stupid!” He huffed harshly, his shoulders moving right along with his aggressive breathing. He reached his hand behind himself and pulled out a gun, having it at his side.

He caught you off guard making you take a step back at how quickly the atmosphere had changed. You’ve never seen this side of Billy before. It was new, scary, and clearly unpredictable.

He closed his eyes before looking at you with all seriousness.

“You’re going to tell me where he is.”

“And why would I do that?”

Billy exhaled through his nose and smiled. “In order to stay alive of course.”

“You’d really kill me just to kill Frank who you once called your brother? Where’s your loyalty?”

He tsked his tongue.

“Loyalty can only get you so far in the real world. My loyalty lies in the hands that give me money in return.”

You shook your head in disappointment. He reached a new low.

“Look where it’s gotten you. No friends to have your back. Only a mercenary who at the end of the day is expendable.”

Billy didn’t take too kindly to that. He ripped the duffel bag away from your hands and tossed it aside. Then he pressed you against the wall with his hand gripping your chin harshly. You tried turning away to get out of his hold but he kept making you look at him.

“I tried making my life better and you mock me for it. I’ve kept you alive and you didn’t even know it.” His fingers now began to caress your skin. “A part of me had hoped you could overlook all of this and be with me, but I guess Frank just has a way of getting everything he wants without really trying, huh?”

He dragged his hand down towards to your neck placing his hand over your throat. “What does Frank have that I don’t?” He began to apply pressure to your neck making you grip his wrist to stop him. “Why is it always him?” he squeezed harder leaving you gasping for any type of air. You began to panic flailing your hands around trying to deter him from hurting you even more. “What makes Frank Castle so goddamn special?!”

He dropped his hold over you all at once leaving you a pile of nerves on the floor trying to catch your breath. You felt disoriented trying to gather yourself. Billy wasn’t a kind man though, he pulled you up by your hair cranking your neck until your bruised neck was exposed.

“Now I’m only going to ask you one more time. Where is Fran-”

Before he could even finish you reached towards the lamp and slammed it across Billy’s face. He screamed in pain and that was enough motivation to get you running out the door. You didn’t know how hurt Billy was but it was enough to buy you a little time to get away.

You held your breath all the way to your car and stepped on the gas hearing the tires screech. It was only when your house was in the review mirror that you exhaled.

Out of all that happened, one thing was for sure, there was no way you could meet up with Frank. Not without exposing him. The only relief was that Billy didn’t know where he was, but now he’d be on the hunt to track you down and make you pay.

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[delos-mio]

I have seen a few of the submissions for @littleferal ‘s Iron Chef writing challenge (see prompt below), and I love the idea. I think it’s such a clever and fun way to get the creative juices flowing! Thanks for putting this on and for the inspo. Most of the entries I’ve seen have been Pedro characters…so I hope it’s ok I’m deviating from that! Anyways, here’s a little self-indulgent Logan drabble for anyone interested!

As always, it’s 18+. And spicy-adjacent heh

Please enjoy and if you wanna tap in, check out all the challenge details here 💕

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The house was eerily quiet when you came home from work. Not even the tv was turned on for background noise. You let your keys clang loudly into the ceramic dish on the counter.

“Logan?”

But no response came. The last thing he texted you this afternoon was about him leaving work early after yet another row with William. Which begged the question…where was Logan?

You continued down the hallway toward the master bedroom. Finally, you picked out just the faintest murmur of classical music. So, he was home after all. You kicked your heels haphazardly into the closet and silently pushed open the door to the en-suite. There he was, eyes closed, breathing slowly in the glow of candlelight surrounding the bathtub. Amber permeated the air creating a scent that was so distinctly Logan; you couldn’t help but smile. You perched carefully on the edge of the bath and dipped your fingers into the warm water, swirling little tides near Logan.

“She’s home,” he drawled, not opening his eyes. “I was worried I wasn’t going to get to see you all lathered up in my lap.”

“Who says you’re still going to?” You chuckled, flicking a bit of water at Logan’s face. He cringed but smiled, finally opening his dark eyes to bore into yours.

“Get in here,” he said firmly. It was the tone that commanded obedience, and damn him, you fell for it every time.

You attempted to make quick work of your skirt, but you heard Logan tutting. He had adjusted so his arms stretched out along the rim of the tub, a smug demonstration that he was going to enjoy the show. “Slower,” he purred. You tried to indulge him, and slowly shimmied out of your skirt, letting it pool at your ankles before stepping out of it. Your hands went to your collar, trying to move too quickly again. “Slower, baby.” His voice was reverent, almost pleading. And how could you deny him a little teasing? You popped the buttons of your blouse one at a time, fingers lingering too long on your skin, tracing your cleavage. One of Logan’s hands disappeared below the surface of the water, his breathing high in his chest. “Goddamn, I can’t wait to have you around my cock.”

“The way you flirt is shameless,” you teased with a fond roll of your eyes. But if you were being honest, Logan’s bluntness and filthy mouth were two of the things you loved most about him. Once naked, you stepped carefully into the bath, Logan offering his free hand to help steady you before settling you in his lap, his arousal gracelessly pressing into your thigh.

“Missed you today,” he whispered into the skin of your neck.

“Missed you too.” You brought your hand to his chest, softly tracing circles into his damp skin. He kissed along your shoulder, hands restless under the water as he explored your shape for the millionth time, but he treated each time like the first.

#Logan delos #westworld #logan delos x reader #ben barnes #logan x reader #logan delos fanfiction #westworld fanfic #ben barnes character #masterlist #lissie's iron chef #writers’ iron chef 4

[artemiseamoon]

Sneak peak: End of the Line

Billy Russo x ofc

Part of my A year of whump w/ comfort and fluff

Summary: after being left for dead, and with no where else to go, an injured and desperate Billy seeks refuge from someone be wronged in his past.

Kaya’s eyes moved over his face as her brows wrinkled. She could barely recognize him with all the bandages.

“I had nowhere else to go.” Billy confessed weakly, desperation in his dark eyes.

Kaya took a deep breath and dragged her eyes back to his. There’s no emotion in them, no sympathy, and the initial shock has melted away. A chill runs down his spine as they stare at eachother in silence.

Billy grabbed his side. His wound is throbbing, traveling all this way may have torn his stitches, he’s not sure, but it feels like hell.

The blank emotionless look on her face morphs to something else, to a quiet simmering rage behind her eyes.

If she took a step back and slammed the door in his face, he’d understand that; hell, he deserved it.

Billy used the one favor he had left to drag himself to an underground clinic and get patched up, but they kicked him out after and left him to fend for himself.

With no friends left, no connections, and no one to intimidate into helping him, this is the only place he thought to go. Even if she said no, it was worth a try. But from the way her eyes are shooting daggers into him, he’s sure this is going to end with a door slamming in his face.

“You think you can just show up on my doorstep, after what you did?” She seethed.

Kaya heard he was dead. But here he is, broken, beaten, and bangaged, silently pleading for help with his eyes.

Billy pushed against the wall to stand up straight. He groans and uses his bandaged hands to slip the hoodie back over his head, it instantly casts a shadow over his face.

Kaya steps out of the doorframe and pushed a finger into his chest,

“You’re lucky I don’t kill you where you stand!”

Another tense moment passed, and Billy decided rather than face her justifiable wrath, he’ll drag himself out of here and figure something out.

Billy turned with some effort, and started to walk away. He took two steps, her eyes burning into him like lasers. With a labored breath, he takes another before his knees give out beneath him. He’s still recovering from the blood loss and getting here is the longest he’s traveled, or walked in a while.

As he started falling to the ground, Kaya sighed and rushed over to him. She roughly grabbed his arm, pulled him up, and led the way to her open door.

“Just - come inside.” She guided him to the doorway and led them both inside.“Can you walk now?”

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Chapter 1 coming late summer , on A03. It's planned to be a mini fic, 1-3 chapters, 4 max. I'm Artemiseamoon on a03 as well.

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#Billy Russo #billy russo x ofc #artes year of whump #posting from a light hiatus #queued post from a mild hiatus #hurt/comfort no where else to go kinda f buddies to enemies to ? #ben barnes character

[mrbinbons]

welcome to mr. binbons

hello and welcome to mr. binbons!

this fun little blog where you can interact with ben barnes characters! that's right! we are an ask-based roleplay blog where you can send in asks to talk to your favorite characters that ben barnes has portrayed. (we will NOT be portraying ben himself)

an ask blog is an interactive roleplayer (RP) blog based on a character’s perspectives. the roleplayer responds to questions asked by readers in text in first-person narrative (in-character).

firstly, we please ask that you go have a read of our important information pages before sending in an ask. it will be pretty clear if you don't do this beforehand.

FAQ's & RULES

You can be mysterious and stay anon with an emoji or signature of some type, or be an exhibitionist with your url on full display. Any question, feel free to ask.

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the characters that are available to be interacted with can be found under our "muses" tab or listed here:

Billy Russo

The Darkling

Prince Caspian

Logan Delos

Benjamin Greene

Ryan Brenner

Nick Tortano

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*we reserve the right to deny and/or delete any asks for any reason.

#ben barnes #ben barnes character #billy russo #benjamin greene #the darkling #logan delos #ryan brenner #prince caspian #nick tortano #rp blog #ben barnes rp blog #ben barnes rp characters

[the-purity-pen]

Thirsty Thursday was so fun!

Can't wait to hear what headcanons and thots you all have next week!

Here's the wrap-up of this week!

Sitting on Benji Greene's Face

Logan Delos' Kinks

Knife Kink with Billy Russo

#thirsty thursday #headcanons #ben barnes #ben barnes character #billy russo #the darkling #benjamin greene #logan delos #nick tortano #ryan brenner

[dreamsuvivor]

I just saw someone on twitter call Ben Barnes ugly?!

THIS MAN???

UGLY??!!

Imagine being so tasteless…

#they were a Mal stan so I guess that explains the tasteless part #but still #how? #imagine being blinded by hate for a character so much that you call this georgeous man ugly #I don’t like Mal but I would never call Archie ugly #some of y’all were raised in a barn and it shows #ben barnes #the darkling #aleksander morozova #billy russo #shadow and bone season 2 #shadow and bone netflix #shadow daddy #shadow and bone #darklina #westworld #prince caspian #general kirigan

[celestialspecial]

how am i supposed to feel normal about a man who looks like this

#ben barnes #dorian gray #ben barnes character #billy russo #the darkling #shadow and bone

[drmaddict]

Whenever you're ready

Summary: Silence spells only work, when the curtains are completely closed.

Word count: 530

Warnings: dom/sub relationship, mommy!kink, crying, use of (y/n)

A small paper bird landed on Remus' open book, unfolding as soon as it landed.

"This has been going on for over an hour now!" it said in James' handwriting.

Remus sighed and reached for his quill. "Let him have that little happiness. It's Christmas next week. You know how he hates that." He wrote on the parchment.

The ink faded and reappeared on Jaime's counterpart. "Besides, you don't have to act up. Like you and Lilly have never done it in this room before."

Promptly came the reply. "WE at least close the curtains RIGHT so no one can hear us." Remus glanced over at James' bed and saw him staring at him with an indignant expression. He had to hold on hard not to laugh.

It was a mystery to him how Peter could sleep through the whole spectacle, but hoped it would stay that way.

He turned back to the parchment and wrote. "If you interrupt them now, it will be insanely embarrassing for (y/n) and we might even ruin it for Padfoot then. He really likes her man. Ears closed and through." He saw James sigh quietly, but slump his shoulders in surrender.

Sirius and (y/n) had been together since the end of last year. She was quiet and seemed to ground him somewhat. He even ate greens since he knew her. She was truly one of a kind.

Remus was happy for him. It wasn't the first time anyone had sex behind closed curtains and under a silent spell in this room. Only, as James said, the curtains were otherwise completely closed, so the spell could work, but the blanket had parted the heavy red fabric a little, so they were listening to the sinphony of Sirius' moans. Remus could have guessed that the boy couldn't even keep his mouth shut while doing this. (Y/n) didn't make it easy for him either, though. For over an hour, she kept teasing him until he just whimpered, only to stop shortly befor he came.

Remus was about to turn to the next page when the wordless moaning was interrupted by one word.

"Mommy!" whimpered Sirius. James and Remus looked at each other abruptly. "Good boy." chimed (y/n)'s sighed retort. "Please." "Please what?" An exhilarated giggle was heard. "Words Siri." "Please let me come. Please. Please. Please. Mommy. Please. I was good. I'm a good boy. Please. Mommy. Mommy." "Shhh. Such a good boy to ask so sweetly. You may, whenever you're ready."

It wasn't even 10 seconds before there was an almost pathetic whimper, punctuated by rapid breathing. "Good. Come here." A sob was heard. "It's all right. I'm here. I'm holding you. Shhh. You were so good." "Thank you Mommy." There was only heavy breathing for a long time. 

"Am I your good boy?" whispered Sirius. "You're the best boy I could ask for." Even Remus feels comfortably warm at that soft voice.

Another sob. "I don't want to go there." "I know." "I want to stay with you." "Look at me... You can come whenever you're ready." "Mommy." "Yes. Mommy is always there for you, always loves you, flaws and all."

#sirius black #sirius black x female reader #sirius black x reader #sirius black x y/n #sirius black x you #sub!sirius black #softmommy!reader #ben barnes #ben barnes characters #ben barnes x reader

[angelaestheticbaby]

Soft guy

Summary: Aleksander got a little carried away in the bed, but his soft side makes up for it.

Warnings: mention of blood, very rough sex, he hurts you, aftercare, Soft!Aleks, fluff, a bit of angst, lmk if I missed one

A/N: if you're not comfortable with this kind of content please DO NOT read it! Also it's a bit short, I'm sorry

Minors do not read it. 18+ only

You and your husband; Aleks were having some sexy time. He was so rough with you tonight, rougher than usual. You tried to tell him that he was hurting you, he seem to ignore your pleas.

You tried to push him off you, he pinned your hands above your head with his free hand. When he saw that you were fighting him it seemed to make him want to be even rougher. You were afraid of what he might try to do if you kept going.

You cried out, still fighting with him. You tried to remember your safe word so he might stop.

"S-sh...shadow" you yelled out. He suddenly stopped, letting go of you and backing off as you said the safe word.

"Shadow" he looked at you worriedly, his face showing genuine concern and a bit of guilt now.

"Hey, I'm sorry" he said, coming closer to you. He tried to give you a hug. But when he moved to hug you, you flinched away, shaking, covering your body. He backed away from you, his face immediately showing guilt.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry" he said, "I won't touch you again" he sat down in his chair and put his head in his hands. "I'm so sorry," he said again. He looked like he wanted to cry.

You looked down at the sheets and you saw a puddle of blood. You were bleeding...From down there.

Your eyes grew wide and you tried to stand up but the pain was unbearable.

"Oh my god," the general said when he saw your reaction. "Are you hurt!? Let me come closer to look at you"

He tried to come towards you again, you couldn't tell if he was genuinely concerned about you or if he just wanted to see what he had done to you.

"Please let me help you" he said, trying to sound as sincere as possible. He seemed to care, but you knew he was also worried about what the consequences of his actions might be.

"I...why...why did you?" you tried to choke out. Your husband was always loving and caring, you didn't understand what has gotten into him.

"I don't know" he said honestly, "I just got carried away, I'm sorry. Please let me help you. I promise I'll make it up to you" he seemed genuinely regretful and remorseful, which surprised you a lot. He had always been caring and kind, this was the first time he had ever treated you this way.

You looked at the blood stained sheets and your mind started to race. "I think I'm bleeding" you said softly.

"I know you're bleeding" he said sternly. "I'm not blind. You're bleeding because I..." he trailed off, still trying to make sense of how his actions hurt you.

"Just tell me what I can do to help," he said softly, "I don't know what to say, I'm so sorry"

You could hear his voice break as he spoke to you. You couldn't believe what had happened, but the evidence was in front of both of you.

"Baby..." you voice softened at tried to reach out for his hands. He took your hand, holding it softly.

"Are you sure you want me to touch you?" he asked tentatively, "I'll do whatever you need" he looked down at your bloody sheets, his face showing genuine concern and sadness for you, which you hadn't ever seen before. He wanted to help you and make you feel better.

"It's okay Aleks. I forgive you. Just...please can you bring me a menstrual pad and some panties?" you whispered, gently stroking his cheek.

"Yes of course," he said, his voice still soft. He stood up and went out of the room to do as you asked. He returned with a clean pair of panties and a package of menstrual pads.

"Here you go," he said, handing you the items gently. "Is there anything else I can do for you?" he looked at you and brushed his fingers through your hair, trying to show that he cared. He wanted you to know that he felt sorry for hurting you.

"Can we...cuddle?" you suggested. You wanted him to know you still wanted him and his touch. He took a moment to think about your request, and then stepped closer to you.

"Yes, yes of course," he said softly and took you in his arms. He kissed you gently on the forehead, trying to show how much he loved you. Aleksander held you tightly and didn't seem to want to let go of you for anything in the world. He wanted to make you feel safe and protected.

"I'm sorry I flinched away. Just...you scared me" you mumbled softly. You hugged him close, kissing his neck.

"Shhh," he said as he hugged you. "It's okay, you don't have anything to be sorry for" he held you close, kissing the top of your head.

"I should be the one apologizing. I'm so sorry for hurting you, I never meant to. I'll be more careful next time"

You could tell he meant every word, he was genuinely sorry for hurting you. You realized that this incident had actually affected him as well.

"It's okay...Just please be careful. It really did hurt me" you whispered.

"But you know I love you, right?" you smiled at your husband.

"I love you too" he smiled softly. "I would never hurt you on purpose. It's just that...I got carried away this time. I'll be more careful next time, I promise"

He continued to hold you in his arms and kissed the top of your head again. "I'm worried about you" he said. "Are you sure you okay after what happened?"

"Yeahh just sore. I don't think I could walk" you chuckled softly.

"No, you definitely shouldn't try to walk right now" he said as he held you close to his chest. "Let me take care of you, I'm sorry I hurt you"

As the pain from the incident started to subside, it was replaced by the comfortable feeling of his arms around you. You could feel safe and protected with him, even after what had just happened.

"Hmm I love the soft Aleksander you are now. I fell in love with him" you murmured, closing your eyes.

"Well, I am a soft guy when I want to be," he said with a warm smile. He brushed your hair back and caressed your face as you sat with your eyes closed.

"Can I kiss you?" he asked quietly. You could hear the concern in his voice, he didn't want to do anything that would hurt you. But he also wanted to show how much he loved you.

"Of course my dear husband" you smiled up at him. You felt tiny compare to him even when laying down. Aleksander gently leaned in and kissed you on the lips, a soft and tender kiss that showed how much he still loved you. He held you close in his arms and ran his fingers through your hair, as if to say that everything was okay now.

This was the Aleks you knew and loved, not the man who hurt you before.

#aleksander morozova #aleksander morozova x reader #the darkling #the darkling fanfic #ben barnes #ben barnes fanfiction #ben barnes x reader #ben barnes imagine #the darkling x reader #ben barnes characters

[ollie-alooffloof]

Hello Tumblr, here is my big community group drawing. I drew most of this on the bus during an exam period so it was never touched by perfectionism and it is certainly raw in places.

#community #communitytv #dan harmon #jeff winger #ian duncan #britta perry #shirley bennett #annie edison #abed nadir #troy barnes #dean pelton #craig pelton #ben chang #community tv show #fanart #digital fanart #digital art #character art #characterillustration #commissions open

[whumpypepsigal]

Shadow and Bone s02e06: “Know that I loved you, Aleksander. Know that it wasn't enough.”

#whumpedit #whump #shadowandboneedit #sabedit #shadow and bone #aleksander morozova #kirigan #the darkling #baghra morozova #ben barnes #zoë wanamaker #worry #fear #control #powers #restrained #watch a loved one die #character death #mother and son #my gifs #shadow and bone spoilers #taking a lil’ break from kaz whump to share one of my fav darkling moments #the fear in his eyes when he realized what his mother was about to do #he was so evil and unhinged this season I LOVED IT #and then there moments like this where you can’t help but feel bad for him #i have soft spot for villains played by ben barnes

[merlinpinkpant]

新一波的点图👌

#fan art #dc #sandman #the sandman #the corinthian #barry keoghan #axl rose #bruce wayne #daniel hall #guns n roses #ben barnes #darklina #shadow and bone #christianbale #batman #give me six characters to make fanart of #sixfanarts