Bils_Luv

Just a gay girl with gay dreams

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《|𝓦𝓻𝓪𝓹𝓹𝓮𝓭 𝓐𝓻𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓭 𝓨𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓕𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓻 |》

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Soft|Cowboy!Billieg!p ♡ Soft|Fem!Reader

♡~Fluff & smut~♡

a/n: Apologies if its sucky, I haven't wrote fanfiction in so damn long so please enjoy!

Btw buckle up babes its a long one;)

It was a blazing hot day in July at Texas, Mary was the only one living in her own cottage home at some unpopular spot in town. Well...she used to have an husband a year back before he cheated and manipulated her to stay with him.

She immediately got rid of him with no excuse and she was happy at where she's at cause he was not a good man that treated her right.

(Just a little explanation of Mary's love life)

*Mary's POV*

Anyways, it was the beginning of July and my frontyard was getting covered with dry weeds and dead bushes that was stuck on the ground no matter how hard I tried to pull them off the ground while I did my gardening.

Now I was thinking what I can damn do while I was in the kitchen, til I looked at a card was was sticked on the fridge door, it was an number I didn't remember but with the name was Billie that I got months ago if there was any problems with the house or the yards which I was guessing a company or someone??

I furrowed my eyebrows and took the card off the door and try to dial the number and waited for at least someone to pick up

(3rd person)

"Hello, this is Billie"

Oh..

She expected it was some middle aged man that would answer in every call she took but..

It was surprisingly not which she was kinda relieved about

"Hello, I was just making sure if i called the right number, that works on any problems with houses and yards? I'm so sorry I really don't know if this is the right person" Mary nervously smoothed down her summer dress.

"Oh no worries! you got the right number!, well actually my dad used to own an construction company but I still do the work, what can I do to help?"

God, her voice is so...deep

Like smoothly deep. With a western drawl along with it.

Why am I thinking about this right now?-

"Uh, Ma'am?"

"Oh my apologies, I was just saying that- I have a weed problem out in my front yard and I don't know any way how to get rid of them" She turls her soft hair inbetween her fingers, cheeks slightly pink of trying to shake off her thoughts.

"Well you're in luck, I can come down and fix that problem."

"Oh thank you so much, I'll send you my location."

Once she was done discussing the problem, Mary sent Billie her location and waited for a couple of minutes while she was drinking her iced tea and heard the knock on the door.

Mary took a few steps to open the door and revealed Billie.

Mary had a little rush of butterflies in her stomach, something she never felt in...god who knows how long.

Billie looked so masculine of what Mary imagined she'll look like, Billie had this toned body form and, damn even taller than her, and how her blue eyes stand out with her short dark hair beneath her hat, and her flannel shirt rolled up to her forearms and the casual blue jeans with boots. Now that's a real cowboy she's never seen in a while.

"Hello Billie its so nice to meet you"

Billie smiles softly, showing her pearly whites as she came in for a hand shake

"Same for you..-"

"Mary. Mary Coleman." She smiles as she shook her hand, longer than usual.

"Mary, such a beautiful name. It fits you well darlin"

Mary smiled back, her cheeks getting more flushed then before

Mary hopes that Billie didn't notice it.

"Well I definitely see the problem here" Billie turns behind her to look at the yard

"You have a lot of dead weeds and those can be dangerous for the summer, fires has been out of control out in the dry fields like these. But no worries darlin' I can take care of it with no problem.

Billie rests her hands on her own hips looking back at Mary

"I really appreciate it Billie, if you need any thing like water please let me know. I don't want you to have a heat stroke out there so make yourself at home"

Mary giggled softly which made Billie smile and chuckle back

"No worries, but that's very sweet of you"

Billie looked at Mary's hand, thinking that she had a ring. She didn't.

How could someone that is so beautiful and sweet don't have a partner?

"Well I'm gonna start to get to work now, thank you again for calling me up on perfect timing" Billie smiles at Mary then starts walking to her work truck to get equipment for the yard.

As an hour or two passes by and the sun is beginning to dip low behind the mountains, mary left the screen door closed and main door open now since the outside is getting cooler and she would sometimes come out to give Billie company and talk about each other which was nice to open up to, mostly about what Mary had to go though during her being married to that dickhead.

But Billie on the other hand, she really listened.

She actually cared.

Mary had a arching ache in her chest of...affection?

Billie is such a kind soul. Mary thought.

Billie also had some affectionate towards her too, the way her hair flows in the breeze.

How she fidgets with her fingers when she's shy.

Always checking up on Billie.

Too fucking sweet.

But Billie loved it.

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Mary was reading one of her favorite books in the living room and heard heavy footsteps towards the door, Mary turn her head and got up and open the screen door for Billie to come in and cool down

And damn...She looked good.

Like really good.

Billie was panting softly as she walked up, took off her hat and run her fingers though her sweaty hair as some of her baby hairs sticked on her forehead and sighed as she smiles

"All finished cowgirl"

Mary's breath hitched.

And Billie noticed it.

"Oh Billie thank you, you deserve to rest, I'll make you a nice glass of iced water, come sit."

Billie followed Mary to the kitchen and sat manspread on the stools and placed her hat on the counter

Mary slid the glass across the counter towards Billie

Billie took it in one go.

"Ugh thank you darlin' you saved me"

Billie grinned as she wiped the sweat off her brow

"You must be real thirsty, cowboy."

Mary didn't know what came to her but, Billie loved every. Single. Inch of it.

Billie would not stop adding little flirt remarks as they talked, and how Billie would stretch and her shirt lift up and show her smooth skin beneath, and ripples of her abs along with the little speckles of hair with the waistband of her boxers peaking out was too hard to look away from. Holy mother of God.

Mary noticed every teasing gesture.

Every Look.

Mary felt something inside of her that she never felt.

Something she missed in so fucking long.

"You're so beautiful do you know that, Mary?"

Mary cut off her thoughts and looked at Billie in awe.

"I...-I never been told that in forever. That means so much to me Billie."

Tears slightly swelled in Mary's eyes of how much Billie told her, no man in her life could do as good as Billie.

Mary just wanted to kiss Billie so bad. How hard she worked, she wanted to show she deserved whatever she did for Mary.

She didn't care if they just met.

She knows this is Love.

Billie knows, she wants it too.

Billie got up and walked around to Mary

"I have a important question to ask...but can I kiss you?"

Mary's face was red, waiting for a moment like this for so long.

"Yes, Billie."

Billie smiles as she slightly leaned down and cupped Mary's cheek and the back of her neck with her other hand and placed her soft lips with Mary's

The kiss deepens and Mary completely melted. Wrapping her arms around Billie's broad shoulders tightly, afraid that Billie would fade away.

As they break the kiss Billie just looked deeply into her eyes as she trail her hands to her hips and kissed her again with passion, making her eyebrows frowning together as she hummed deeply

Oh that sound.

Made Mary whimper.

Billie tapped on Mary's thigh, telling her to jump and she did, Billie held her like she weighted like a feather then Mary wrapped her legs around Billie's hips tightly

Billie moved to the counter and sat Mary down, trailing her lips down her neck, adding tiny scrapes of her teeth to her skin which made Mary moan

Mary held Billie's hair and shirt as Billie hummed back

"You missed this, hm? Let me show you what real love is like darlin'."

Billie carried Mary to her room which she remembered when she took her bathroom break as she was on her way though the hall a few hours back

Billie closed the door with her boot and took her to the bed and continued to kiss and removing of eachothers clothing (and Billie's boots ofc)

God Billie looked stunning.

Her toned arms standing out so as her torso, she left her sports bra on and started to remove her belt as Mary smiles like a idiot

Billie noticed, the way Mary's chest rise up and down, how her red bra and matching underwear clings to her body so perfectly.

Oh she was in love.

As they are bare, Billie was being patient and careful every minute they had, and Mary fucking loved it.

"Okay, are you ready love?"

Billie teased her entrance

"Yes Billie...I need you."

Billie slowly pushed in so Mary can get used to the feeling and made sure Mary wasn't in pain either

"Are you alright baby?"

Billie breathed

"Oh fuck...mhm keep going baby im okay"

Mary whimpered in pleasure

Billie sighed in relief and started moving slow at first then going faster

"Mmh you're so warm love.."

Billie whimpered

"Keep going baby, you're doing so good"

Mary gripped the sheets as she threw her head back as Billie hit her g-spot

"Oh my god you feel so good"

Billie was holding herself back from losing control and whimpered softly against Mary's neck

"Mmh right there, God yes!"

Mary slightly clawed Billie's back as she curled her toes as her back was flexing tightly

Billie hissed slightly as she's getting closer

"Mmh I need to pull out"

Billie panted

Mary wrapped her legs around Billie

"I-Im on birth control, don't worry~"

Mary whimpered loudly as she was coming closer to the climax

Billie hummed deeply

"Fuck I'm close..."

Billie was grabbing Mary's neck and rubbing her skin softly as she whimpered higher pitched

"Oh Billie!~"

Mary moaned loudly as she came as she tightened around Billie which made her groan as she also came inside of her as Billie kissed her hard as they both come to an end and left them panting heavily

Billie rolled to her back and held Mary tightly

Mary breathed softly as she smiled tiredly as she looked at Billie

Billie smiled back and tucked Mary's hair behind her ear and caressed her cheek with her thumb

"Are you okay hun?"

Billie asked softly

"I'm more than okay...Thank you."

Mary kissed Billie on the temple

"Anytime darlin', Here let me get you cleaned up yeah?"

You know what they say, Save a horse, ride a cowboy🫡

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She’s a Sinner

Vampire! Billie x girlfriend! Reader

Inspired by “Sinners” (might make this some kind of series)

Warnings: blood, dead bodies, vampires, gore, scared reader

The night had swallowed Clarksdale whole. October 15, 1932. The air hung thick with the smell of red clay dust and magnolia rot, the kind of humid heat that made cotton shirts cling like second skins. Screams had ripped through the evening like a bottleneck slide gone wrong—high, desperate, then silenced one by one. The vampires came at dusk, not with capes or coffins, but with the quiet menace of men who’d learned hunger in the chain gangs and the back rooms of juke joints. They moved like shadows between the shotgun houses and the cotton fields, fangs tearing into throats with the wet crunch of breaking bone. No one saw them coming until the blood started pooling in the dirt roads.

You were one of the last left breathing in this godforsaken stretch of the Mississippi Delta. Hiding in the crawl space under the old shotgun house your mama left you when she passed—tin roof sagging, walls papered with yellowed newspapers from the Hoover years. The space smelled of mildew and mouse droppings, and every creak of the floorboards above sent your heart slamming against your ribs. You’d clutched a kitchen knife until your knuckles blanched white, listening to the slaughter outside: neighbors you’d known since childhood begging, then gurgling, then nothing. Your girlfriend Billie was supposed to meet you here after her set at the new juke joint down by the crossroads. She’d promised—“I’ll be there before the moon’s high, baby. Lock the doors tight.”—and then silence. No knock. No whisper of her voice calling your name through the screen door. Just the dying echoes of the town.

A slow, deliberate footfall on the porch boards. Not running. Not stumbling like a survivor. The front door creaked open—someone who didn’t need to kick it down. You pressed your back against the brick foundation, knife trembling in your grip. The crawl space hatch lifted with a groan. Moonlight cut through the dark like a blade, and there she stood.

Billie.

Your Billie.

Drenched in blood from her cloche hat to the hem of her drop-waist dress. The crimson soaked the silk, turned the fringe dark and heavy, dripped in slow rivulets from her fingertips onto the dirt. Her skin—usually soft and moon-pale under the stage lights—was flushed with stolen life, veins standing out like black rivers beneath. Her lips, painted that deep berry red you loved, were smeared wider now, glistening. And when she parted them to speak, the moonlight caught the sharp points of her fangs.

“You’re still here,” she whispered, voice low and smoky, the same husky timbre that used to sing delta blues into your ear while you lay tangled in sheets. She dropped to her knees at the hatch edge, reaching out a stained hand. “I tore this town apart lookin’ for you, darlin’. Thought they’d got to you first.”

You scrambled backward, knees scraping raw on the packed earth. The copper stench hit you hard—blood and something feral underneath, like wet earth after a storm. “Billie… what in God’s name are you?” Your voice cracked, thin and terrified. Disgust rose in your throat like bile. This wasn’t the girl who’d kissed you slow behind the curtains after her last song, who’d hummed Robert Johnson tunes while braiding your hair. This was a monster wearing her face. The one who’d laughed—low and cruel—while throats were ripped open down the street. You’d heard it. That laugh. Hers. “You’re one of ‘em. A vampire. All this time… you been one of ‘em.”

She didn’t flinch. Didn’t deny. Just crawled forward slow, careful, like you were a stray cat she didn’t want to bolt. Blood pattered onto the ground between you. “I never lied about lovin’ you,” she said softly. “Just kept the parts hid that’d make you run.” Her eyes—those deep, storm-gray eyes you’d lost yourself in—glowed faint red at the edges now, pupils wide as midnight. “I been keepin’ you safe since the night we met at that speakeasy in Memphis. Every shadow that trailed you home? Me. Every man who looked at you too long? Gone before dawn. I told the others you were claimed. Mine. Untouchable.”

The words landed like punches. Memories flashed: her coming home late, sleeves rolled down, smelling of iron and river mud. The way she’d nuzzle your neck and linger, breath hot, but never bite. The “midnight walks” she took alone when the moon was full. It all snapped into place, sick and sharp. “You killed them,” you choked out. “Folks I grew up with. Preacher’s boy. Mary from the store. You drank ‘em dry while I waited up with coffee goin’ cold.” Tears stung hot. “I loved you. Trusted you with everythin’.”

Billie’s face tightened—not anger, but something rawer. Hunger mixed with ache. She reached you in a blur, faster than any living thing should move, and cradled your face in both hands. Her palms were warm, tacky with drying blood. You jerked, but her hold was gentle steel. “I won’t hurt you,” she swore, forehead pressing to yours. Her breath carried copper and the faint mint of the gum she chewed to cover the scent. “Never you. I could’ve turned you that first night we danced slow in the rain. Could’ve taken you a hundred times since. But I didn’t. ‘Cause I love you breathin’, heart beatin’, warm against me.” Her thumbs stroked your cheeks, smearing red across your skin like war paint. You shuddered, stomach heaving. “Town’s gone. Everyone else dead or fled. But you… you’re comin’ with me.”

You shoved at her chest—palms sliding on wet silk. “Get away from me—”

She caught your wrists easy, pinning them above your head in the dirt. Not bruising. Just unyielding. Her body hovered over yours, blood dripping onto your blouse in fat drops. “Ain’t no choice left, baby.” Her voice dropped to that velvet rasp she used in the dark, promising forever. “I kept you safe before. Now I’m keepin’ you mine. No more hidin’ in crawl spaces. No more pretendin’ I’m just a singer with a guitar. You’re comin’ to the real home—old mill out past the levee, where the others can’t reach.”

You thrashed, disgust and terror warring with the traitorous pull in your chest—the love that hadn’t died yet, stubborn as weeds. “Billie, please—”

She kissed you quiet. Soft. Bloody. Fangs grazed your lip but drew no blood. When she pulled back, her eyes burned brighter, red overtaking the gray. “Hush now. I got you.” She lifted you like you were nothing, cradling you against her soaked chest. Your legs dangled as she carried you out into the ruined night. Bodies lay scattered in the street—pale, empty, eyes staring at nothing. You squeezed yours shut, but the smell clung. The distant wails faded into cricket song.

Billie’s lips brushed your temple. “We’re leavin’ Clarksdale tonight. Just us. For always.”

The cool air hit as she moved—unnaturally fast—toward the pine thicket beyond the fields. Your heart pounded. Part of you wanted to scream for help that wouldn’t come. Part wanted to bury your face in her neck like old times.

But as the trees closed around you both, you glimpsed it over her shoulder: another pair of glowing red eyes in the shadows between the trunks. Not Billie’s. Older. Hungrier. Following.

Billie’s arms tightened, possessive and almost tender. “They won’t touch you,” she murmured into your hair.

Should I write a part two…. 👀

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I LITERALLY LOOVVEEE SINNERS THIS IS A MASTERPIECE.😫🛐

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: ̗̀➛ BILLIE X BLACK WIDOW

A/N: I created a version where Catwoman was standing over Billie, but I’m going to keep it in the drafts, lmao.

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Someone make a fanfic of billie as black widow i would FREAK.🥴

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🧡Baby's Guide💜

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Cute fluff<3

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It was a chilly night in October, just a few days away til Halloween. Janet was decorating the kitchen with neon orange and purple lights, while her wife Billie was at a construction meeting for their next sidewalk replacement after her working hours, just in time for Janet to cook Billie's favorite dinner, spicy tofu noodles to surprise her after a long day.

As Janet was done gently hanging the lights and surprisingly didn't eat shit while she was standing on the counter and avoiding stretching too much since she's still recovering from her birth to their son Jackson, she got the ingredients ready for dinner.

While the noodles were getting boiled, she cleaned the baby bottles then made a new warm bottle of milk for Jackson since he started crying though the baby monitor.

Janet lowered the temperature of the stove so the noodles won't be overcooked while she feeds Jackson, her clothed feet paddling on the carpet to his nursery, gently opening the door.

"Hello little Jack jack mommy's here" Janet muttered softly as his crying was calming down, she picked up Jackson, "Had a good nap, sweetness?" Jackson coos back, She peck his little flushed cheek as she rocked him slowly then decided to change his diaper to the trash and replaced a fresh clean one from the changing table, when the changing was done and zipped up his onesie, Janet held Jackson as she put the nipple of the bottle to his lips and immediately sucked it which made Janet smiled as she giggle softly, "hungry little monster"

Jackson's hands forming into fists as he's trying to hold the bottle, his eyes fluttering with a new wave of tiredness, he adorably hummed before he was finished the bottle and got completely knocked out in his mother's arms.

Janet decided to hold Jackson a little bit longer and made her way back to the kitchen and finish the rest of dinner.

As she heard the keys from the front door, she knew that Billie is finally home, so she plated dinner and repositioned sleeping Jackson into her arms.

As the front door opened, Billie entered with a exhausted sigh, yet happy to see her loved ones. "Hello, honey" Billie greeted as she smiled warmly as she untied her dark brown hair, shaking it off into soft waves.

"Hey baby" Janet greeted back softly yet excitedly as she watched Billie took of her heavy jacket and hung it on the hook of the door, revealing her black compressed shirt that she'll always get weak to the knees of how toned her wife looks.

Billie took off her boots and walked towards her dear wife, her hands landing to her waist and pecking her lips softly.

"How was work, love?" Janet asked as she wiped off a little smudge of dirt from her jaw.

"Tiring, but much better now since I'm with my favorite people" Billie said with a smile, Janet returned the smile and cupped her cheek as she leaned in for another deeper kiss, they pulled back with their flushed faces, Billie leaned down to kiss her baby's forehead, "How was little man today?" Billie spoke softly in her baby voice as Jackson is passed out, his little lips twitching.

"He's really good and adorably napping most of the time, I get to clean up this house and decorated more for Halloween and made your favorite dinner too" Janet grinned proudly, "Mm yeah? It looks spooky and smells gooood, thank you baby" Billie smiled softly as she gave her wife's waist one last squeeze and sat in the dinning room table, "thank you again for dinner baby it smells amazing" and started eating, groaning loudly on purpose which made her laugh, "We have a sleeping baby shh!" Janet said in a hushed tone and trying not to laugh at the same time as billie,

Janet took Jackson back into his room and put him back into the crib, "Goodnight lil bean" As Janet kissed Jackson's forehead then Billie slid though the doorway "Wait I wanna kiss our son Goodnight too" Billie chuckles softy as she leaned over the crib, kissing his forehead, "Goodnight pumpkin" Janet smiles in awe. Then they both walked out quietly,

When the door was closed, they walked back to the kitchen "You're already done with dinner?" Janet asked in shock, "yeah!, I was damn starving and i love the food you make! its like you're a damn witch" Billie chuckles, "But it was really good thank you baby"

Billie wrapped her arms around her wife's waist then Janet wrapped her arms around Billie's neck, "I probably smell like sweat hm?" Janet laughed softly "Aww but it's my favorite smell about you!"

Billie's face scrunched and cheesed at the joke "oh god don't say that ever again" Billie laughed,

Janet scoffed in laughter "sorry sorry!"

"Buttt...maybe we can have a nice shower together hmm??" Billie bites her lip, wiggling her eyebrows,

"But what about Jackson?" Janet muttered in worry,

"Its alright baby don't worry, I'll make sure that he's sleeping though the monitor, andd it will be quick...I promise."

As they quietly chased each other to the bedroom, Janet knew that this little family was the best she'd ever imagined,

a beautiful baby boy they made together, and her hardworking yet supportive wife that she was so happy to be married and celebrate their favorite holiday with their family of their own.

a/n: I wanted to be cute and spooky since it's almost halloween 👻

Requests??

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The Thirst for Control

Sub!reader | Vamp!Dom!Bil

⚠️ smut and some mentions of blood agegap?

​The gate of Blackwood Manor didn't groan, it sighed—a long, cold exhalation of surrender as Y/N pushed past the peeling ironwork. The air inside the manor grounds was heavier than outside, tasting of crushed midnight and wet stone. A thick fog, the color of dirty ash, clung to the ivy-choked walls, making the house seem to float in a sea of dread.

​Y/N was not a nervous girl, but the sheer weight of age and malevolence pressing from the house made her breath hitch. She followed the cold, magnetic hum she'd felt drawing her here, leading her away from the dusty main hall and down a spiraling, stone staircase that smelled sharply of ozone and something metallic, like blood and freshly cut copper.

​The basement level was not dusty; it was clean, vast, and terrifyingly modern. In the center of a circular chamber, beneath a single, harsh fluorescent light that hummed like a captured fly, she found her.

​She was draped across a low, black leather armchair that looked stolen from a museum of luxury. Her skin was a shocking, perfect alabaster, framed by hair the color of a beautiful dark brown. She wore an silky black dress that adds a slit to show her cleavage that is too hard to look away from, a stark contrast to the ancient setting. Her glowing eyes, ringed in shadow, lifted slowly and fixed on Y/N with an expression of profound, bored authority.

​“Took you long enough, little trespasser,” she drawled, her voice deep and melodic, a velvet whip cracking in the silence. “The house has been ringing with your little spark of curiosity for weeks. My name is Billie.”

​Y/N froze. The fear was there, but it was being rapidly eclipsed by a consuming, terrifying fascination. Billie didn’t look submissive or frail; she looked annoyed, possessive, and utterly in control but...awed in beauty.

​Billie pushed herself up, her movements slow, deliberate, and powerfully predatory as her gown pooled the ground. She didn't approach; she commanded Y/N to close the distance.

​“I don’t leave my chair for small prey,” Billie stated, a smirk playing on her lips. “Come here. Now. And don’t you dare tremble. If you’re going to be mine—and you are—you will learn to stand still when you’re terrified.”

​Y/N’s body obeyed before her mind could process the command. Her legs moved her across the cold stone floor until she stood directly in front of the throne-like chair.

​“Good girl,” Billie murmured, her immense eyes scanning Y/N’s face, searching, demanding. “You have a lovely heat. I can feel your heart trying to escape your chest. That frantic rhythm is the only sound I want to hear in this dead house.”

​Billie reached out a ring-laden hand and placed it on the back of Y/N’s neck, the cold of her skin an immediate, shocking counterpoint to the rush of Y/N’s blood. It wasn't a gentle touch; it was a proprietary claim.

"Aw, are you scared pretty girl?" Billie breathed, Y/N shuddered a breath, trying to say something but it comes out as a whimper.

"Mm poor baby..." Billie grins, a flicker of light of her fangs sparkles in the moonlight.

"Y-you are so beautiful." Y/N stuttered, like she got hypnotized by Billie's glowing eyes. Billie giggled, raspy yet smooth. "Why thank you little dove." Billie leaned in closer to Y/N's flushed face, foreheads touching. Billie can taste her blood already, knowing how delightful she'll taste.

Suddenly, Billie pushed Y/N to a nearby leather armchair and straddled her thighs, Y/N moaned at the sight, "Fuck.." She whimpered. "Can i?" Billie softly asked, fingers rubbing the fabric of Y/N's skirt.

Y/N nodded.

Billie immediately slid her ring covered hand underneath Y/N's skirt, immediately feeling pure wetness, "Do i turn you on pretty?" Billie leaned into her neck and kissed Y/N's neck, her fangs gliding her sensitive skin.

Y/N moaned softly, gripping Billie's hard shoulders that crescent marks from her nails that printed on Billie's pale skin.

Billie's fingers move her panties aside, her fingers slide in smoothly, knuckles deep that made Y/N toes curl in pleasure.

"Good job baby, come on let me take good care of you." Billie's voice also adds in the pleasure that Y/N is yearned into.

"Oh my~god billie.." Y/N whimpered, lost in her desire. "Shh shh I got you... Just breathe with me, okay? You're doing so good."

As Billie gently pumps her fingers, Y/N was already at the peak which made Billie wanna go even faster, "Come on baby.." Billie breathed as Y/N whimpers gotten louder.

"Im...im gonna-" Y/N broke the peak and released a wave of pleasure gripping Billie like its her last day on earth, "Atta girl" Billie grinned softly as after her fangs finally pierced into her neck, drawing blood which Billie quickly lapped up with her tongue.

Y/N's eyes rolled back as her moans are caught in her throat, mouth agape, legs wrapped around Billie's calfs tightly as her orgasim has slowly come to an end.

"Mmh...so good as I expected." Billie groaned as bit her lip, then kissed her softly, moaning into each other's lips.

After Y/N had calmed down, Billie slowly removed her fingers and sucked them clean, tasting her sweetness, wiping Y/N's loosened hair out of her sweaty forehead and smiled softly. "You're mine now, is that okay with you, my love?" Billie cupped Y/N's cheeks her thumbs rubbing her cheek bones.

Y/N's nodded as her breath came back to normal, her voice small "Yes...I am yours." Billie's bloody lips lifted to a smile, "Good...You'll be safe with me."

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a/n First kinktober smut!! What do you guys think??

Credit for dividers - @dollywons ♡

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First post- Coming soon😈