#bill fan fiction

[anastasiaskarsgard]

So this is part 2 of happy destruction except it’s from the girls point of view. I’m trying to explore a story from different points of view. See if I can weave all these people together and see how different personalities interpret the same event.

Happy destruction - part 2

“Oh my god bitch. You. Look. Amazing.” My roommate/bodyguard Ann deadpanned. “Smoking hot bitch. He’s going to want to kill himself.”

“Don’t say that. Even if I hate his lying cheating guts, I don’t want him to die!” I smiled as I shook my head at her. She was so severe sometimes.

“Girl! You are kinder than I am! I wouldn’t be satisfied with suicide. Homicide is the least I could do. I’d want to verify he suffered.”

Her mind seemed to go somewhere else as she stared off into the distance, and it wouldn’t be the first time Ann scared me a bit. I knew she had a past by the fighting skills I’d seen her use, and the scars littered across her perfect body. She looked like she was an Olympic athlete, if it weren’t for the scars. She’d be amazing dressed as a fairy.

“Are you seriously not going to dress up with me? You’re going to look like an assassin or something.” I pouted.

“An outfit like this has no place to conceal any weapons. I don’t feel comfortable removing reasonable doubt in case of coming into contact with any hostiles.” She said as she held up the other bikini top and boy shorts I’d been considering wearing tonight.

“ I am not even sure what you just said to me, but I’m never giving up on you playing dress up with me. You are so gorgeous and you put my figure to shame!”

Ann cocked an eyebrow at me, looking at me like I’m crazy.

“What?” I whined. “If I’m so gorgeous, why did my fiancé cheat on me with some cougar?”

“Because men are morons and cougars often don’t want anything more than some dick. Just consider yourself lucky you didn’t have a couple kids with him when you found out.”

Ann seriously was good at putting things into perspective. If we’d been married and starting a family, i don’t know what i’d have done. Still, my self esteem had never been hit so hard. I’ve always been sure of myself, and I thought I was enough. Obviously I wasn’t, but I’m not letting my thoughts go down that road.

“Well let’s get a move on. I’m not going to drink tonight so I’m taking my car. I feel like driving myself tonight.” I tell her as I make my way out of my penthouse apartment.

“I’ll follow you and give you your space since this is happening at your dads place. I need to talk to him anyway, and I know all eyes will be on you anyways.”

I rolled my eyes, but it was true. Eventhough they let me dance and mingle, there was always eyes watching. It used to bug me, but I hardly even notice anymore.

When we arrived, I was shocked at the amount of cars there. Parking had been quite a ways away, but I knew Ann was never too far away, so I made my way towards the pulsing bass, through the poorly lit area.

Coming around the corner, I slammed on my brakes, and stared ahead of me at a breathtaking sight.

The most gorgeous man, I’d ever seen in my life, stepped out of his vehicle and lit a cigarette. He was seriously overdressed for a rave in a tailored looking suit. He looked like a pretty boy gangster, or wealthy bad boy model or heir. He was tall, and had a slim athletic build and the most gorgeous face, I’d ever seen on a man. I couldn’t decide what his best feature was, so I just decided he’s perfect.

He was looking up into the sky, seemingly enjoying his cigarette. He was so gorgeous, I couldn’t look away.

I had been worried about going out tonight and being photographed with some guys if I danced with them or said hello. The media can take something and spin it however they please, but I wouldn’t care what they said if I were in a picture with this beautiful man.

Talk about giving my ex a taste of his own medicine. But he wasn’t the reason I was drawn to this man.

My breakup with my ex had been very public and messy, and he started taking beautiful women out only a short couple days after.

For the past week, our break up has been national news. Just this morning, the front page had a picture of us at a charity dinner smiling happily, with the headline: ‘handsome athlete cheats on heiress fiancé, with wife of the head coach of his own team, that fiancé’s father owns.”

It was all so humiliating. I was at his game, and they’d won, so I went to find him. I had looked everywhere for him, and nearly gave up until I opened the coach’s office door. There I found the wife of our head coach, butt ass naked on her knees servicing my fiancé. They were so into it, it took them what seemed an eternity, to even notice me frozen in horror, in the doorway.

When my fiancé started sputtering and putting his clothes back on, I’d tried to run but he wasn’t one of the best athletes in the country for nothing. He quickly caught me, and we quickly got into a shouting match, not caring about the numerous fans surrounding us. I didn’t hold back, and laid out all our dirty laundry, not even considering that almost all the people around us were recording it all.

The argument got millions of hits the first day and it hasn’t shown any sign of stopping in over a week. It’s a nightmare. My ex has been going out with a different girl each night, but this is the first thing I’ve gone out.

My friends tell me he’s trying to get my attention and make me jealous but if that’s the case he is making it worse.

I had to admit though, if I’m gonna be undoubtedly photographed with someone tonight, it may as well be him.

“What look are you going for? A fucking mobster?” I asked with a playful smile.

He still appeared to find me very amusing and laughed as he named various fairies I could possibly be. I crossed my arms and glared, thinking he’d stop teasing me and possibly flirt instead.

Boy was I wrong. He just turned around and walked away! Panicking I spit out the first thing I could think of, that he looked like cop so nobody will like him or something. I’m not sure, I panicked.

To my relief, he turned around and walked right up to me, more or less requesting my assistance with his look. What woman would tell this guy no for anything?

Thank god I didn’t take all my purchases out of the car. I was so excited when the promoter said it was going to be like an old school rave, I went out and went a bit overboard with my spending. It was also a way to distract myself from my Whole love life situation.

Praying that Ann didn’t come over and embarrass me, I opened my car and told him to take his shirt off. He had a dark tank top undershirt that hugged His lean muscular torso nicely so I decided to paint him. Luckily I had bought black light paints, so whatever I painted on him would be all you could see inside since they were being used inside. Being a pretty good artist, I set to work.

He was surprisingly very amiable about the whole thing and let me do as I pleased. He even allowed me to give him eyeliner and paint on his face without so much as a peep or side eye. he had such an amazing face structure, I knew he was going to look incredible. He didn’t even need help to look gorgeous, but the final result had me jumping up and down and clapping.

Yes I looked like an idiot. No I did not care! I was stoked. I’d never fucked anyone I’d just met before, but how this guy was looking, I wasn’t against the idea. I was strongly considering dragging him in my backseat, but that would mess up his pretty paint job, and he really did look great.

Taking his hand and leading him to the VIP door, I prayed that it was one of the nice bouncers that answered. Then I was damn near struck dumb by the man next to me.

He kissed me. I mean he REALLY kissed me. I wasn’t even worried about the door anymore, or even if my father answered the damn thing, I just kissed him back.

When he finally pulled away, I looked over to find an extremely stunned, wide-eyed Bruno. Thank god it was him. He was a sweetheart. Smiling at him with my most megawatt smile I introduced Bruce ( that’s his name) as my serious boyfriend. Whether Bruno caught the joke, was beyond my comprehension or caring.,

The club looked great, the place was packed, and I planned on making this night one of the best in my life. Consequences be damned.

#bill skarsgard #bill skarsgård #atomic blonde #gordon #Gordon Merkel #my writing #bill fan fiction

[soberrsoon]

Funny moments with reader and the band

Bill x reader

Reader being clumsy falls a lot maybe falls or drops something on her during those ig lives

🝮 bill x clumsy reader

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- the band likes to tease you since you’re bill’s girlfriend

- you mispronounce words a lot and they’ll bring it up sometimes just to tease you

- honestly you trip over anything

- you fall so often bill that is used to it and catches you every time

- your guys’ lives are hilarious

- you and tom both play with filters

- and you al burst out in laughter when he swears he doesn’t have one on

- on one live, you spilled your coffee everywhere and they all started laughing and calling you clumsy

- bill wasn’t in the live since he was out of town

- but tom was in the house just in a different room

- you could hear him laughing 😭

- your relationship with the band is just playful teasing

- you guys were all drunk one night and you were really wanting chips

- so you grabbed a bag and when you opened it, it spilled everywhere

- and got all over the couch you were sitting on

- bill just started eating the spilled chips off of you 😭

- you were too drunk to pick them up so you just started eating them off yourself with bill

- you and bill were on a romantic date until they crashed it 💀

- they found the restaurant on guys were at and pretended to be old guys trying to start a fight

- it was awkward at first since you didn’t know what was going on

- until georg let out a chuckle and you immediately knew it was them 😭

#2000s #tokio hotel fanfic #tokio hotel x reader #tokio hotel #fan fiction #tom kaulitz #2000s music #2000s fashion #bill kaulitz x reader #bill kaulitz fanfic #bill kaulitz #georg listing #gustav schäfer

[zephrunsimperium]

Thinking about how BillFord as a ship often gets a bad rap in this fandom as being incredibly toxic.... which isn't wrong. But FiddAuthor is often seen as the "safer" ship even though it's incredibly toxic too?

In canon, they bring about the worst in each other. And yeah, Bill had a hand in that, but he didn't create anything new in Fidds or Ford. That's what makes Bill a master manipulator. Fidds and Ford don't just have the capacity to be destructive, they actively are destructive towards each other in canon.

I love both ships, I think they can both be portrayed deeply without glorifying abuse or toxicity. Bill, Ford, and Fidds are all incredibly interesting characters and their relationships can help us as fans make sense of things in our own lives.

Just my two cents.

#gravity falls #stanford pines #fiddleford mcgucket #bill cipher #fiddauthor #gravity falls thoughts #billford #fandom meta #gravity falls meta #fan fiction #shipping #shipping discourse

[kisses4luci]

So bitter!!! (｡╯︵╰｡)

✰ bill kaulitz x reader :3

✰ fluff hehe :3

✰ A/N ; TYSM FOR ALL THE NOTES AHHHH!!!! this was meant to be angsty but I changed my mind. honestly kind of a dumb post bc the only reason I decided to make it was bc a post with that audio came on my fyp😭😭. sorry if it's not too good!! I tried :3

✰ requests are open (pls request i have no ideas) :3

✰ Bill skipped into your room cheerfully, plopping himself down on your bed. 'So, meine liebe*, what are we going to do today?'

✰ You loved your boyfriend, you really did, but today was not a good day. your period had started exceptionally early this month and it was affecting you a lot.

✰ 'Nothing, Bill. I don't feel good.' You whispered, pushing your face into the silk pillow cases that resided on top of your bed. 'But pleaseeeee! I wanna go out with you, hübsch*.'

✰ You groaned loudly into your pillow as he dramatically threw himself onto you. 'Please please pleaseeeee!!' He squealed, twirling your hair in between his nimble fingers. 'No, Bill. I'm not fucking joking.'

✰ Bill sat back up and gazed down at you. 'Why so bitter, hübsch*? I know you're tired, but if we go out it might do you good.' Bill considered what he said for a moment, taking the silence from your part into consideration. 'Mkay, maybe not. How about this? let's stay in bed and watch movies! Oooh, I'll do your hair and i can paint your nails.'

✰ You couldn't help but smile at his hushed rambling. You turned over onto your back, sat up, and wrapped your arms around him. 'Yeah, let's do that. I love you.'

✰ 'I love you too, schön*.'

Translations!

meine leibe - my love

hübsch - pretty

schön - beautiful

thanks for reading!!! sorry that it's so short :3

#bill kaulitz #bill kaulitz x reader #tom kaulitz #georg listing #gustav schäfer #tokio hotel #tooth rotting fluff #funny #cute #x reader #reader insert #self indulgent #self insert #love #adoration #theyre in love your honor #they love each other #fanfic #fan fiction

[sweetbillwriting]

The Finer Things - Teaser

A Vincent de Gramont story

What was he doing there?

And what the fuck was he wearing?

Ines looked at the tall man walking around in the white, bright gallery. He was dressed in a suit with a dark blue velvet dinner jacket even if it was just noon. She couldn't stop herself from giggling when she saw the man, obviously he tried to make himself more important than he was.

She looked through some paper for the next exhibition while the man walked around with a sour face. He was clearly not impressed but Ines didn't care. He was not their target group. Did he wear a costume? Was he a part of some sort of game theater?

With an eye roll she walked up to him. She expected to try to keep herself from laughing at him but that changed quickly when he looked at her. He had piercing green eyes that scanned her up and down like she didn't belong in her own gallery.

"Mostly trash here," he said with a french accent and looked her up and down. Ines couldn't say if he meant the art or if he meant her. She laughed a bit insecure while the man continued to look at her without blinking. He just stood with his hands in his pants pockets. It was clearly not a costume, it was fitted and in fine material but it still was strange, not even a prince would dress like that.

"So you haven't found what you're searching for then?"

He licked his lips and raised his eyebrows in an amused way and then smirked condescendingly. When he turned his back to Ines she took the moment to twist her face mockingly. He was a snob and clearly the sort of snob that didn't even think he needed to talk to express his standards.

"So what are you doing here? I mean… You're at a gallery in Brooklyn wouldn't… Europe be more fitting for you?" Ines said with fake interest. To be honest she just wanted him out. Many of the artists were her friends and she was sure he soon would say something mean about the art.

The man dragged a finger over a display and looked at his finger with disgust and then looked at her and held out his fingers towards her.

"Napkin, please," said he like she was his servant and for the moment she guessed she was. She also felt a bit embarrassed because it actually was dusty. She walked away with obvious irritated steps, heavy against the floor and searched after a napkin behind the desk. Was there none? Come on, she didn't want to give the guy the satisfaction of saying a comment about the hygiene.

"I want to talk to the owner actually," he said with his weird french accent and it made Ines look up. Now he stood with a man in a black suit next to him. He was beefy and she wondered how he could have walked into the small gallery without her having heard him. He stood and held out a box of napkins towards the tall man who wiped his hands with the same disgusted face. She hadn't forced him to touch the dust, so why did he even think it was so gross? She looked at the beefy guy again. He looked like a bodyguard and it made her wonder again who the man dressed in velvet was.

"I'm the owner?" Said Ines confused and got the man to look at her with furrowed brows.

"You?" He asked, voice full of despise.

"Yes? Do you think I'm too trash for that?" She asked and crossed her arms behind the desk.

The man put his hands in his pants pockets again and walked up to her slowly. It felt threatening and for a moment Ines wondered if she should hide in the back, lock herself in and wait for the man to disappear.

He pulled down the corner of his mouth and shrugged his shoulders. He looked at her for a few seconds and then gave her a charming smile that changed his face completely.

"Not at all… I'm here to see the Pivoine painting."

Ines dropped her face and swallowed hard. Few people knew about that painting. Few knew what a goldmine she had at home in her dining room.

"I don't know what you mean?" She tried but her eyes were glassy.

"Yes you do. The Pivoine of a woman eating an apple?"

She could feel sweat breaking out on her forehead and she looked around worriedly. She had been worried about this day for so long, the day someone had told the wrong person about the portrait of her grandmother made by her lover, the world famous artist Pivoine.

The tall man smirked and reached out a hand towards her.

"Let me introduce myself…" Ines took his hand reluctantly.

"My name is Vincent de Gramont and I will make you into a rich, rich girl."

Ines swallowed hard and let go of his hand.

"I know what museums and private collectors are prepared to pay for it but I don't want to…"

"I wouldn't sell it that way. I have other ways…" he interrupted her but looked her straight in the eyes. His eyes were really mesmerizing and it felt like she couldn't say no to him. He licked his plump lips and for a few seconds she admired his looks. Chocolate hair, flawless skin and those lips… She shook it off like the thoughts were something inappropriate and looked down at the desk.

"What would you win on that?"

She gave him a look again but lowered her eyes when she realized he watched her with the same intense stare.

"We can say like this, I need the distraction. And I love a good art deal."

×

#bill skarsgård #bill skarsgard #fan fiction #writing #story #bill skarsgård writing #bill skarsgård fanfiction #fiction #Vincent de Gramont #the marquis #john wick #john wick 4

[thegreatsurvey]

The Gang Saves Philly from Fat MacZilla.

11x14"

Acrylic, pencil, ink and alcohol ink on panel.

#the gang #drawing #illustration #draw #science fiction #scifi #fantasy #milwaukee #great survey #art #always sunny #iasip #iasip art #charlie kelly #mac mcdonald #dennis reynolds #dee reynolds #frank reynolds #the trash man #rickety cricket #mcpoyles #ponderosa #maureen ponderosa #bill ponderosa #the waitress #charlies mom #fan art #philly #fat mac

[fandomtransmandom]

Hello! I reached an AO3 goal, so prepare for a rambling personal post.

I broke 2.5 million words!

First of all, thank you to everyone who reads and supports my work. Without you, I could never have made it this far.

And more than anything, I want to thank Bill and Conan. Those tall, blue-eyed, assless dorks get me through the days and I am endlessly grateful for their infinite inspiration.

After 366 stories, ~200 of which are requests, I have slightly more confidence in my writing. But it's still hard. Combatting all the voices that tell me I'm not good enough and should just give up is a constant struggle. But because of my friends and my amazing partner @martymcdie88mph, I keep going. I know my fics aren't everyone's cup of tea, but writing about Bill and Conan makes my life worth living. And I'm blessed to have a handful of wonderful people who boost me with their encouragement and praise. Thank you all🧡

So, here's to the next half million. Who knows how long it will take, but I plan to have fun along the way!

Until then, remember:

#personal #thank you! #2.5 million words #ao3 #ao3 writer #fan fic writer #fan fiction #fan fic #minors dni #minors not allowed #bill hader #conan o'brien #ao3 milestone #first gif is mine. others are not #if it's yours and you want credit lmk! #barry hbo #barry berkman #hbo barry #i love you all #🧡

[schlock-luster-video]

On April 1, 1988, The Giant Spider Invasion debuted in the Soviet Union.

#the giant spider invasion #bill rebane #monster movies #giant monsters #science fiction #sci fi #sci fi movies #tcm underground #mystery science theater 3000 #mst3k #mst3k fan art #mst3000 #movie art #art #drawing #movie history #model shop

[smol-vehvi]

Hey hey! Check out my Drifting Stars fic!

Pretty please? I will be grateful forever if you give it a look! Plus, you'd get like tons of brownie points from me!

#gravity falls #pines family #stanford pines #mabel pines #dipper pines #stan pines #grunkle ford #grunkle stan #bill cipher #fan fiction

[indigo-graves]

Tag yours below if you have more than one or don’t see one of yours mentioned here.

EDIT: I swear Liebgott was on here. Pls tag him or comment. He’s one of my faves and tbh I’m gonna write him anyway. Haha.

#band of brothers #hbo war #fan fiction #eugene roe #fanfic #doc roe #BoB #bob one shot #one shot #fan fic #requests #ao3 #Wattpad #richard winters #dick winters #winters #donald malarkey #malarkey #bill guarnere #guarnere #roe #Nixon #Lewis Nixon #liebgott #joe liebgott #joe Toye #toye #luz #george luz #lipton

[ragrfisk]

What a heckin beefcake, 10/10 would snuggle

#artists on tumblr #illustration #art #digital art #procreate #big city greens fanart #big city greens #bill green #daddy #in love with a fictional character #he could fix me #fanart #fan art #sketches #sketchbook #drawn in my style #in my style #beefcake #would #would cuddle #fictional dads #good dad

[crimehat]

the bird app is not a safe space for Bill likers, so I come here bearing my fave screenshots I've taken so far and to confess I find this man painfully attractive

#red dead redemption #rdr2 #red dead redemption 2 #bill williamson #posted the first two pics over on the bad place and said he was hot and i was dogpiled for it #apparently thinking this man is attractive is a crime against humanity #(someone legit said liking him is a red flag???) #do these people not understand that you can like a bad fictional person and not condone or support their actions??? #I also call myself a “liker” because idk if I like him enough to be a “fan” just yet #all i know is that man is pretty

[turvi]

People please send me bill weasley fics.

I need it. Like really please

I'm a simple girl. I have needs

#bill weasley x reader #bill weasley #bill weasley x y/n #harry potter fandom #bill weasley fiction #bill weasley fan fiction

[zephrunsimperium]

Researching for one of my fan fics ToT

Google, I promise I'm okay. My characters, however, are very much not.

#fan fic writing #fan fiction #zeph #zeph's human bill au

[sweetbillwriting]

The Finer Things

His Real World - Part 7

Characters: Vincent De Garmont, The Marquis, From John Wick 4.

Setting: This story is set in my own universe, so not exactly the John Wick universe.

Warnings: 18+, prejudice and stereotypical thinking about nationalities, smut, violence, talk about death and more. This chapter can be triggering!

Ines looked at the Marquis’ violent behavior with a smirk. She hadn't realized what emotions took over watching him transform into a dark force. She bit her lip and wondered what he said to the man. Sexy threats. Showing off his power and maybe leading questions about what he wants to know. While her thoughts drifted away, the victim turned his face toward her. His face was bloody and swollen, but Ines looked at him like she didn't take in the awful sight. The man pleaded something that just made Vincent laugh and stomp him hard in the chest, so the man started to cough in panic for his life.

Vincent let the man cough while turning to Mylan and saying something to him, who gave Pierre a look instead. Ines looked at them interested until Pierre took a grip on her upper arm and started to walk to the door.

“Hello?? I want to stay!” She tried to push him away, but it was impossible. “Vincent? Baby??” Said she upset. The nickname had just slipped; feelings she hadn't felt before swirled around in her whole body and made her think like a worried girlfriend.

“Let me be here with you!!”

She looked back at him but didn't get any response; he had sat down on the lonely chair and looked at his nails with an inspecting face.

Pierre dragged her out of the room while she kicked to get free, but then he pushed her into their suite. Ines couldn't even talk with him; they didn't know each other's language, so she just stood and stomped in the middle of the hallway while Pierre closed the door.

She couldn't understand why Vincent had decided to push her out just when it started to get good. The man had even turned to her, and she felt like a part of the fun instead of just an audience. She had felt power and excitement floating like warm soda in her veins, as well as something that traveled down to her sex. She sat down on the couch and thought everything through, scene for scene. She thought about the man's face and felt another feeling creep up on her. This wasn't normal. This was psychopathic behavior, or even much worse, and she wished to be a part of it. It wasn't about Vincent. It was she who got a kick out of it and wanted to have a bigger one; see the man's eyes get matted and lifeless. She put her hands over her face and bent back on the couch.

“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god!” She exclaimed and hit herself in the head. This was just insane. Who had he made her to? She was just a normal Brooklyn girl. Almost. Almost.

When she had calmed down a bit, she took a big glass of Vincent's Jim Beam and then moved to her room to once again put on the Dr. Dre t-shirt. What surprised her also was how fast she actually calmed down. She had felt panicked fifteen minutes ago, but now, when she sat on the bed, a feeling of indifference sneaked up on her. She didn't care about the man. She didn't care about his life. Instead, she started to think about what had slipped out of her mouth. Baby.

She had called Vincent baby. Like he was her boyfriend. The embarrassment took over her body instead, and she shook her head in disbelief. She had really said it to a man like Vincent. He wasn't a baby.

He wasn't anyone's baby, and because of his need to be a hard, elegant man, he wouldn't be pleased. She called him that in front of his security. They probably didn't even know he had let her come a bit too close.

It took time for Vincent to come to the suite, so she ordered up a burger to eat and tried to calm herself down by pouring Jim Beam in her coke. When she had eaten it all except for some fries that were laying dismissed on the plate, the door to the suite opened up. It was Vincent, dressed in a white robe, newly showered. He gave her a long look, and she looked back with interest at him, but he didn't say anything. He walked to his room and closed the door silently. Was he mad? Was he upset with her for the nickname? Her heart was beating hard in her chest, and she sat down on the couch, waiting for him to come out of his room. She didn't even know if he would come out, but she decided to wait there as long as she had energy.

An hour later, he came out to her, and to her surprise, he just sat down next to her. He was dressed in a loose-fit shirt and pants in beige linen, and his hair was still unstyled. He breathed deeply and looked in front of him for a while.

“To see someone die is something else... I didn't think you were ready,” he said, then looked at her. He laid his hand on her underarm, and it made her soften. She would have been angry if he hadn't looked at her so sweetly and dragged his fingers over her skin so softly. Ines nodded a little and licked her lips. It wasn't meant as a seductive move, but it made Vincent move closer to her and kiss her with perfect pressure. She would never push him away, especially after having built up so much energy from seeing him hurt that man. There is so much excitement.

Their kisses became deeper and deeper, like they searched for something inside of each other. Ines could feel his hands slowly move their way up her thighs, but he let her go with one hand to be able to fix his crotch. Ines released his lips with a smack and looked down curiously. It was embarrassingly obvious that he was already fully hard and probably didn't wear any underwear under the loose pants. Vincent tried his best to hide it; he probably didn't feel it suited his elegant ways to get erect by some kisses.

Ines looked fascinated by his stiff cock. She had believed his injury had made it impossible for him to perform sexually, but the impressive hard on that tried to escape his pants told her something else.

“I didn't think...” she said as a reflex and looked at his face. Vincent looked at her with heavy eyes and just shook his head. Ines didn't know what that meant, but the lust took over, and she attacked his mouth again. Vincent answered fast, and when she straddled his lap, he just took a greedy grip on her ass and encouraged her to grind against his crotch. Ines giggled, helped him take off his shirt, and then caressed his flat chest while moving over his cock. Vincent leaned his head back against the couch headrest and enjoyed how her lips traveled down his neck and chest.

“It was...” His voice betrayed him, and he cleared his throat. “It was a long time ago for me... Being with a woman,” he said when he realized Ines’ attention had started to glide down to his erection. “I can't even remember.”

Ines glided down between his legs and dragged teasing fingertips over his shaft, which answered with a light movement inside the pants. She giggled and kissed his head over the fabric of his pants.

“We will remember together, okay?”

Vincent looked down at her and nodded, then he himself unbuttoned his pants slowly. It felt like he wanted to taunt her, but it was because of nerves. His blushing cock slapped up on his stomach. Vincent had seemed nervous earlier, but he smirked proudly when Ines looked at his size.

“Like you haven't seen that I've always had an impressive bulge,” he said cockily, and it made Ines laugh and take his erection in her hand. It was hot and thick, in a lovely blushed color. Vincent made a liking sound and pushed his crotch out like he showed off his most prized possession. Ines dragged her hand over his thickness and let her palm roll over his tip to collect the pre cum. She looked at him with big eyes. The art work. He was completely naked in front of her while she was fully dressed, and in that moment all she did was to admire him—the perfect craftwork he was. If he was beautiful in his luxury suits, he was even more beautiful now, exposed and vulnerable in front of her.

Vincent looked at Ines intensely, but with heavy eyelids still. He breathed deeply and looked calm and pleased.

“Take your clothes off.”

He had lost the accent again and sounded just as American as herself. It was weird how that felt exotic for Ines, but she guessed she liked every surprise he could give her. On her wobbly legs, she stood up and pulled off her clothes with the help of Vincent, who pulled off her pants to her knees and let her do the rest. He looked at her with big, glassy eyes and dragged his thumb in the corner of his mouth, like the vision had gotten him to salivate. He leaned back and let her straddle his thick thighs. He laughed when he dragged her hands from her waist to her breasts, where he, with light fingers, teased her nipples.

“I've forgotten… This feeling...” he said and laughed again. His voice sounded much kinder and softer without the accent, and Ines liked how sensitive and soft he suddenly felt. She took grip of his cock behind her, and with some awkward struggle, they together succeeded in pushing his cock into her.

“Oh fuck, you're so wet... God,” he said, groggily. Ines moved rhythmically up and down his cock and rolled her hips extra skillfully when Vincent looked down at their connection. When Vincent noticed her rhythm started to fall, he flipped her down on the couch in one swift motion. She could feel his back tense in an alarming way but didn't say anything because Vincent pushed into her hard while kissing her in a way that made her wonder if maybe he had other feelings for her. She was sure she was in love with him, even if he was such a mystery.

×××

“Vincent Beaumont," he said with a raspy voice. He was calm and soft after their lovemaking, and maybe he spilled his real name because of post-sex hormones. Ines laid on his chest and looked up at him when he finally answered her question. He was pink in the cheeks, and his hair was messy with sweat.

“I lived in New Orleans as a kid. But I am French.”

Ines couldn't stop herself from looking at him skeptically. He had lied quite a bit.

“Like, because you want to be it?”

Vincent looked offended and furrowed his brows.

“No. Both my parents were French. They were just stupid enough to leave France and move to my dad's family. Cheap fucking Americans.”

Ines sat up, and now she looked offended.

“Is that what you think about me too?”

“No. If you had met them, you would have understood me. They were trash. My aunt's husband smoked some cheap cigarettes, and he needed to spit often because they were... cheap, but he spit in the same glass jar that stood on the table. Jar with his brown, fucking cancer spit.”

Ines made a disgusted face. She understood him. It didn't sound at all like his life now. He had really turned his life around.

“I moved here when I was fifteen, after my parents' deaths.” He gave Ines a pointed look and pushed away his sweaty hair from his forehead. She swallowed hard and looked away. She understood what he was saying without words, and it made her sit up awkwardly and look around in the room. Vincent dragged a hand over her naked back. Long fingers dragged over her waist and searched for her breast. He didn't seem to think much about what he had insinuated.

“I won't make a thing of this, so you shouldn't either,” he said, taking a soft grip around her upper arm and trying to drag her down over him again. Ines followed his movement and laid down on his hairless chest again. She could hear his heartbeat and smell his scent close. It was everything she had wanted for the last few weeks. Be close to him and get treated like she was worthy of his attention. It felt different now when she lay there. She was still as happy being close to him and still as attracted to him, but other emotions had also blossomed.

Her own heart beat heavily in her chest. There was something else there that she couldn't say she had ever felt before. There was potential. He wasn't like her ex-boyfriends—boring and wanting to hold her back. Vincent was menacing to society and didn't expect her to be a good girl; he probably didn't even really know what a good girl was; for him, it meant just manicured nails and good table manners. There was something there. It was something special. Ines kissed his cheek, buried her nose behind his ear, and breathed him in. Vincent made a little sound; maybe it tickled, but he stayed as close as possible anyway. Ines smiled and closed her eyes. This was special; maybe it was love.

They connected one more time before falling asleep. The first time hadn't she come, but that time she did to Vincent's luck. It was obvious he had covered up his bruised ego when she said she hadn't come, but he let it glow even more when he noticed her come over his dick. She wondered how he had taken it if she hadn't come at all and could picture him being childishly pouty and maybe even being a bit upset at her, like she could control it. She was happy she had come, not just to feel the ecstasy from an orgasm but also to escape from seeing Vincent in a sour mood. He was a kid when he was in a bad mood, and while she looked at him sleeping, she wondered if it was maybe because he had never really been a child when he was young. Just like herself. Both of them wanted to act out now, even if they were grown up and now play violently and messy.

×××

Maybe it was weird that Ines didn't ask him any questions about what had happened in the conference hall after she had left, but other things took all her attention. The relationship with Vincent. Their relationship actually looked more and more like a couple's relationship. It went much slower than she was used to; he was much more stoic than other guys she had been with, but he let her sleep in his bed. They kissed in the morning and had sex a few times more. They did things together; he had taken her to the ballet, the opera, and luxury restaurants. He never kissed her in front of people, but he always acted like a gentleman, treating her like a lady. The lady she obviously wasn't. She fantasized about making out at the opera, playing with his cock at the ballet, and getting fucked on the restaurants’ toilets. She knew it would never happen; he didn't even let her touch his hair in public. She had tried once, and he had ducked so fast, like her hand was filthy. She invited him into her world of hip-hop and Brooklyn art. He wasn't amused and didn't seem to listen to music at all when he wasn't at the opera to show off in front of rich people. After a while, he let her into his world. His real world. His glossy fashion magazines and violent movies. They weren't any expensive Hollywood productions; instead, they were cheap darknet productions of masked men torturing crying men, speaking in languages she had never heard before. Vincent could even laugh while looking at it. Ines didn't feel much; the blood was sometimes gross; otherwise, it didn't give her much. She wanted it for real.

Their relationship was probably strange, but when she laid in his arms at night, talking about cute cats they had met or stupid people they had seen that day, it was so normally safe and sweet. Ines liked it all. The darkness and mystery, but also his boyish charm and pouty mood.

×××

“I have a new speculator tomorrow," he said while they sat at the minimalistic restaurant with a view of the whole of Paris. Ines chewed her venison slowly and looked up at Vincent. He was dressed in a burgundy suit that made his eyes pop.

“Oh? I… I haven't thought about the painting in so long.” Ines laughed, embarrassed. “Almost forgotten it?”

Vincent looked at her. She was dressed in a silky black dress that ended under the knees. She had started to find her own classy style, much black and different textures. He liked it. It was sexy and fit her personality.

“This is a really important person. A really important person. I wonder if you want to see it all this time.”

Ines looked at him with big eyes and then smiled big. She took his hand that was lying on the table and hugged it into hers. Vincent answered by braiding their fingers together and smirking, pleased.

“Oh my god! Yes!” She giggled with heated cheeks and a beating heart. There were many emotions in her chest. She still felt a sense of shame for how much she liked the violence, but the excitement took over. She had dreamed about that day in the conference room and woke up with a broad smile on her lips.

“Maybe you even want to be a part of it?” Vincent said this and leaned back in his chair, twirling his red wine glass.

Ines swallowed hard. She didn't know if she dared to do that and looked out of the window. Vincent played with her fingers and exhaled.

“It would be special for me.”

Ines turned her gaze toward him with furrowed brows. She didn't really understand why he wanted her to hurt someone so much.

“Hm?”

Vincent licked his lips and looked at their hands.

“That man… He hurt me really badly, and it would just be amazing to see you kick his teeth in,” he said with a low voice, so no one would hear him. Ines gave him a small smile. It was warming how she was important for him that way, and she played with the necklace around her neck.

“God, I just want to kiss you. You're so sweet,” she said, looking at him warmly. Vincent gave her a similar look, and she wondered in silence what this was for him. They did really romantic things together; for three weeks, they acted like a couple.

“I want to suck that big cock when we come home,” she said, giving him a teasing smile. Vincent lowered his eyes, and she could see a blush on his pale cheeks.

“Not that sort of talk in a restaurant,” he said, shaking his head. He didn't give her the sort of scolding she had done before, but he still corrected her. Now she liked it, she liked to tease him.

“You just said you want me to kick someone's teeth in, but I can't talk about your third leg.” She continued to tease and made him close his eyes hard. It was always difficult if he got that way of feeling shame, hornyness, or a bit of both. He cleared his throat and continued to eat in silence. Ines giggled to herself and continued to eat too, but even then she thought about the suffocating feeling of his cock in her throat.

“How did he hurt you? Was it your back?” She spoke carefully when the hornyness had slowed down and she thought more about what he had said. Vincent looked up at her, but was silent. He turned instead to a waiter and ordered something. He didn't talk again until the chocolate fondants stood in front of them. He took a big spoon of it and chewed slowly.

“He's my ex.”

×

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Tag Game

@jay-avian gave me the following words to find in my writings: scared, warmth, ground and story. It took some digging, but I found all 4. 😉

Scared (from a not-yet-finished-or-titled BSG '03 fic):

"William Adama. Every day we continue our journey is a testament, not just to your tactical skill and leadership, but to your courage, will and capacity for self sacrifice." She watched his still-wary eyes. "But there is a wide, blurry gray area between self sacrifice and self abuse, and you've managed to cross it. At least twice, to my knowledge." No response, not even a tightening of his jaw at the lecture. She chose her words and prayed they would connect. "Not only is this completely unacceptable behavior for the military leader of this fleet … you're also scaring the crap out of me."

Warmth (the larger tale this is part of is also unfinished and untitled, but I've dubbed the section this comes from Past Present):

“God and Mary be my witness,” Colm said, his tone dead-level, “I don’t know whether to kiss you or smack you right upside your head.” Strong hands on his shoulders, warm body so close, the scent of bay rum aftershave blended with something that was only Colm … Overwhelmed, Dare let his first thought fall out of his mouth. “That’s okay.” His voice sounded breathless in his own ears. “I don’t know either.”

Ground (Past Present):

When she spoke again, she was nearly inaudible. "I owe you everything, sweet, bright one. Everything. Don’t think I don’t know that. Will you now take payment of that debt by demanding that I kill for you?" He’d felt the heat of his rage as the only thing holding him upright. Now that heat trickled away with every word she spoke, and he felt his trembling legs give out, dropping him to the ground. He contracted, curling around the congealed chill in his belly. Their shared misery overcame them both.

Story (Gods' Gift, another BSG '03 fic):

"You did not." "I did." "You absolutely did not." "I assure you, Madam President, I did." Laura Roslin curled up in the station chair in her quarters, eyes sparkling. "You are going to have to flesh this story out before I'll believe a word of it, you know."

So who's next? @thevulcanbobdylan, @fracktastic, @allatariel, and @madamairlock, I'm giving you stubborn, rain, discovery and minute. Any form of the word counts, and of course no pressure if you're not feeling it.

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