fem!reader, implied sexy time, mentions of violence, toxic dynamic, yandere Billy.
well, I wrote again. it was fun. 339 words.
āAre you mad at me?ā Billy asked from behind you, walking casually with his hands in his pockets. He was completely at ease despite his display of violence earlier.
You shivered in your dress, wrapping your arms around yourself as you walked. It was fucking cold. āYou threatened him with a knife.ā
Billy hummed, āI could have cut his fingers off for putting his hands on you.ā Again, so casual. Like you were discussing the weather.
You pressed your thighs together, feeling suddenly warm despite the cool September wind, an ache burning between your thighs. You didnāt answer.
āDonāt pretend you didnāt like that, sweetheart. Or that you didnāt slap that woman last week who kissed my cheek.ā He continued.
āFuck you.ā
āHere or at home?ā
āAsshole.ā
He caught up to you, pressing himself against your back, kissing your neck, pressing you against a railing that overlooked the coastline.
He had ruined you, any other man you would have dumped, but Billy was different. Every time you saw him it was a hit of oxytocin. And you always craved more.
His fingers skimmed your sides, before grabbing your hips. You let out a whimper when he pulled your dress up around your thighs, fingers touching you through your panties. āSo wet. Is this for me?ā He husked.
Doing this in public where you could get caught only made it more thrilling. You couldnāt help it, and a whine slipped past your lips, as you leaned back against his ass, grinding down on his jean covered cock.
āTell me what you want.ā He growled, pinning you harder against the railing.
His fingers circled your clit, and your thighs trembled. You knew what this was. He wanted to remind you that you belonged to him. Only him.
You were so close, āGod, Billy. I want you.ā
But then you pushed him away, eyes dark. And then you smiled, turned and started running down the pathway, urging him to give chase.
"The Darkling is a tyrant who rules with fear!" said Alina Starkov somewhere between taking power by threatening her potential subordinates with imprisonment, violently suppressing their verbal and peaceful protests, assisting an illegitimate royal in usurping power, and appointing her unqualified cronies to represent the interests of all Grisha.
our nightly routine. bejeweled 3 and cuddles. she pretty much runs this house. if I donāt climb into bed around this time to play my game and cuddle her, she peeks into the living room and yells at me.
playing ascension today. itās a deck building game that I originally played on my iPhone many moons ago. I was glad to see it on Steam so I purchased it.
I also got Nancy Drew : Legend of the Crystal Skull to work on my Steam Deck, so I was as stoked about that. Iām about halfway through that, and Midnight Mysteries: Salem Witch Trials.
Iāve been into point and click adventures lately. I have a bunch in my Deck. I also recently got Dracula Origin. Dark in some places, but I enjoyed it years ago.
I find peace in gaming. It keeps my mom close to me. she loved watching me play, or playing with me. we used to run around in LOTRO and Final Fantasy XIV laughing at stupid shit.
Pizza night for my family means everyone gets their own homemade pizza; thought Iād share mine since itās particularly good looking! šāØ
(Also a lot of the timeā¦ Iāve eaten most of it before remembering to take a decent photo. Oh- and yeah, the crust is stuffed too! Iām a bit extra lmao.)
lol @e-dubbc11 I would be screaming at him, fr. I saw this and thought of you because you said recently you were writing a Dean fic, which Iām excited for btw! ā„ļø
commitment issues. trauma reference. implied sexual abuse. fluff. fem!reader. au where Billy never betrayed frank. slight angst.
welp. I like this one. at least for now, lol. just a bit of fanfic that isnāt too deep. itās 335 words. thank you to anyone who reads and enjoys it. this is just my little hobby.
Billy was endeared by the way you were drunk after only three glasses of wine, and a shot of vodka. You pressed against his side on the lift, teetering on your three inch heels, clumsily digging in his coat for the caramel candies you loved, he usually kept some just for you. And giggling when he told you there was a candy tax. āWhat kind?ā You asked.
His mouth turned up, but he never answered, fingers wrapped around your waist. He teased you, and it made you crave him more.
You never found the candy, but maybe Billy would taste sweeter than any candy you could ever have. It made you burn at the thought of having him, even knowing his aversion to commitment. You loved your best friend.
And the smell of cologne teased you as the elevator doors opened, and he pulled you along, his calloused fingers wrapped around yours. A reminder of the marine who had 134 kills under his belt. You wanted to see that marine.
He pulled you into his bedroom, and you stumbled.
You kept trying to kiss him, as he helped you shimmy out of your dress, getting you ready for bed. Your fingers digging into his hair, as you licked into his mouth, eager for him. He tasted better than you imagined. He had seen you undressed before, but fuck, if his mouth didnāt water for a taste of you. For the sweet sounds you'd make. Your taste.
You kissed him again, and he indulged it because he was desperate to be wanted. You pulled on his belt, and he pulled back from your lips, "Not when you're drunk." He groaned with effort.
You whined low, "Wanna make love to you Billy." You said, kissing him again.
The boy who had never been loved burned for you at your words. But the boy who had been sexually taken advantage of, stopped.
"In the morning, if you still want me." He said, tracing your lips with his finger.
commitment issues. trauma reference. implied sexual abuse. fluff. fem!reader. au where Billy never betrayed frank. slight angst.
welp. I like this one. at least for now, lol. just a bit of fanfic that isnāt too deep. itās 335 words. thank you to anyone who reads and enjoys it. this is just my little hobby.
Billy was endeared by the way you were drunk after only three glasses of wine, and a shot of vodka. You pressed against his side on the lift, teetering on your three inch heels, clumsily digging in his coat for the caramel candies you loved, he usually kept some just for you. And giggling when he told you there was a candy tax. āWhat kind?ā You asked.
His mouth turned up, but he never answered, fingers wrapped around your waist. He teased you, and it made you crave him more.
You never found the candy, but maybe Billy would taste sweeter than any candy you could ever have. It made you burn at the thought of having him, even knowing his aversion to commitment. You loved your best friend.
And the smell of cologne teased you as the elevator doors opened, and he pulled you along, his calloused fingers wrapped around yours. A reminder of the marine who had 134 kills under his belt. You wanted to see that marine.
He pulled you into his bedroom, and you stumbled.
You kept trying to kiss him, as he helped you shimmy out of your dress, getting you ready for bed. Your fingers digging into his hair, as you licked into his mouth, eager for him. He tasted better than you imagined. He had seen you undressed before, but fuck, if his mouth didnāt water for a taste of you. For the sweet sounds you'd make. Your taste.
You kissed him again, and he indulged it because he was desperate to be wanted. You pulled on his belt, and he pulled back from your lips, "Not when you're drunk." He groaned with effort.
You whined low, "Wanna make love to you Billy." You said, kissing him again.
The boy who had never been loved burned for you at your words. But the boy who had been sexually taken advantage of, stopped.
"In the morning, if you still want me." He said, tracing your lips with his finger.
commitment issues. trauma reference. implied sexual abuse. fluff. fem!reader. au where Billy never betrayed frank. slight angst.
welp. I like this one. at least for now, lol. just a bit of fanfic that isnāt too deep. itās 335 words. thank you to anyone who reads and enjoys it. this is just my little hobby.
Billy was endeared by the way you were drunk after only three glasses of wine, and a shot of vodka. You pressed against his side on the lift, teetering on your three inch heels, clumsily digging in his coat for the caramel candies you loved, he usually kept some just for you. And giggling when he told you there was a candy tax. āWhat kind?ā You asked.
His mouth turned up, but he never answered, fingers wrapped around your waist. He teased you, and it made you crave him more.
You never found the candy, but maybe Billy would taste sweeter than any candy you could ever have. It made you burn at the thought of having him, even knowing his aversion to commitment. You loved your best friend.
And the smell of cologne teased you as the elevator doors opened, and he pulled you along, his calloused fingers wrapped around yours. A reminder of the marine who had 134 kills under his belt. You wanted to see that marine.
He pulled you into his bedroom, and you stumbled.
You kept trying to kiss him, as he helped you shimmy out of your dress, getting you ready for bed. Your fingers digging into his hair, as you licked into his mouth, eager for him. He tasted better than you imagined. He had seen you undressed before, but fuck, if his mouth didnāt water for a taste of you. For the sweet sounds you'd make. Your taste.
You kissed him again, and he indulged it because he was desperate to be wanted. You pulled on his belt, and he pulled back from your lips, "Not when you're drunk." He groaned with effort.
You whined low, "Wanna make love to you Billy." You said, kissing him again.
The boy who had never been loved burned for you at your words. But the boy who had been sexually taken advantage of, stopped.
"In the morning, if you still want me." He said, tracing your lips with his finger.
I think so, too. It was nice writing this. I missed writing, but I hadnāt been in a good place to write. I was in outpatient for a while, and I was trying to focus on getting better. Thank you for your support, my friend. ā„ļø
commitment issues. trauma reference. implied sexual abuse. fluff. fem!reader. au where Billy never betrayed frank. slight angst.
welp. I like this one. at least for now, lol. just a bit of fanfic that isnāt too deep. itās 335 words. thank you to anyone who reads and enjoys it. this is just my little hobby.
Billy was endeared by the way you were drunk after only three glasses of wine, and a shot of vodka. You pressed against his side on the lift, teetering on your three inch heels, clumsily digging in his coat for the caramel candies you loved, he usually kept some just for you. And giggling when he told you there was a candy tax. āWhat kind?ā You asked.
His mouth turned up, but he never answered, fingers wrapped around your waist. He teased you, and it made you crave him more.
You never found the candy, but maybe Billy would taste sweeter than any candy you could ever have. It made you burn at the thought of having him, even knowing his aversion to commitment. You loved your best friend.
And the smell of cologne teased you as the elevator doors opened, and he pulled you along, his calloused fingers wrapped around yours. A reminder of the marine who had 134 kills under his belt. You wanted to see that marine.
He pulled you into his bedroom, and you stumbled.
You kept trying to kiss him, as he helped you shimmy out of your dress, getting you ready for bed. Your fingers digging into his hair, as you licked into his mouth, eager for him. He tasted better than you imagined. He had seen you undressed before, but fuck, if his mouth didnāt water for a taste of you. For the sweet sounds you'd make. Your taste.
You kissed him again, and he indulged it because he was desperate to be wanted. You pulled on his belt, and he pulled back from your lips, "Not when you're drunk." He groaned with effort.
You whined low, "Wanna make love to you Billy." You said, kissing him again.
The boy who had never been loved burned for you at your words. But the boy who had been sexually taken advantage of, stopped.
"In the morning, if you still want me." He said, tracing your lips with his finger.
commitment issues. trauma reference. implied sexual abuse. fluff. fem!reader. au where Billy never betrayed frank. slight angst.
welp. I like this one. at least for now, lol. just a bit of fanfic that isnāt too deep. itās 335 words. thank you to anyone who reads and enjoys it. this is just my little hobby.
Billy was endeared by the way you were drunk after only three glasses of wine, and a shot of vodka. You pressed against his side on the lift, teetering on your three inch heels, clumsily digging in his coat for the caramel candies you loved, he usually kept some just for you. And giggling when he told you there was a candy tax. āWhat kind?ā You asked.
His mouth turned up, but he never answered, fingers wrapped around your waist. He teased you, and it made you crave him more.
You never found the candy, but maybe Billy would taste sweeter than any candy you could ever have. It made you burn at the thought of having him, even knowing his aversion to commitment. You loved your best friend.
And the smell of cologne teased you as the elevator doors opened, and he pulled you along, his calloused fingers wrapped around yours. A reminder of the marine who had 134 kills under his belt. You wanted to see that marine.
He pulled you into his bedroom, and you stumbled.
You kept trying to kiss him, as he helped you shimmy out of your dress, getting you ready for bed. Your fingers digging into his hair, as you licked into his mouth, eager for him. He tasted better than you imagined. He had seen you undressed before, but fuck, if his mouth didnāt water for a taste of you. For the sweet sounds you'd make. Your taste.
You kissed him again, and he indulged it because he was desperate to be wanted. You pulled on his belt, and he pulled back from your lips, "Not when you're drunk." He groaned with effort.
You whined low, "Wanna make love to you Billy." You said, kissing him again.
The boy who had never been loved burned for you at your words. But the boy who had been sexually taken advantage of, stopped.
"In the morning, if you still want me." He said, tracing your lips with his finger.
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