You’ve made me suffer so now I’ll make you suffer. Imagine:
Marrying mafia!Billy and on your wedding night he does a full inspection of you, examining every inch of you to make sure that you’re going to be the perfect wife for him.
Fingers in your mouth to test whether you’ll be able to deepthroat him, his ring clad fingers running over your body, parting your thighs to stare at your dripping pussy.
Could be dark!Billy and it’s an arranged marriage?
Maybe a smidge of breeding kink too??
WARNINGS: DARK, MAFIA! BILLY RUSSO. Breeding kink goes brrrrr.
A/N: Don't ever let anyone talk you out of wearing a condom. Always practice safe sex.
Your words are muffled around his fingers, and he chuckles, tugging his fingers from your mouth.
"What was that?" He asks, curiously.
"Can you wear a condom?" You murmur, looking down at the large swell in his slacks, "I'm not on the pill or anything, and I- my period was two weeks ago." You try to say the last part clearly.
Billy swears he gets harder after doing the math and understanding your words.
"You want me to wear a condom on my wedding night?" He asks, as if offended, his hands tracing over your neck, tracing trails of your own saliva over your skin.
You tremble a little at his tone.
"I just- I'm not ready to-" his fingers twitch around your neck.
"What if I pull out?" He asks, with zero intention to do such a thing, "But you have to offer me a better place to come than inside of you."
You swallow.
"Would you like to- my chest?"
He cups your cheek, his rings are a little cold on your skin.
"You'd let me drench your tits in my come? Rub it in until it's soaked into your skin?"
"Yes?"
"And you think that's going to be better than coming inside your warm cunt?"
You shiver involuntarily.
"Well, where would you prefer?"
He leans back with a sigh, appraising you in your lingerie.
"Why don't I get a good look of your body and decide?"
You nod in agreement, reaching up to tug the strap of your bra down your shoulder.
He watches you take everything off, as he sits beside you and watches. When you're done, you look at him in question.
He starts with your face, moving over your cheeks, you close your eyes when he pulls your jaw open, leaning in to shove his tongue into your mouth for a quick second before pulling away. His hands trail down to your breasts next, feeling over your puckered nipples, testing the weight and squeeze of them in his rough hands.
Your stomach is after, and then he pushes you to lie against the bed, spreading your thighs wide to look at you.
His breath is on your thigh, his fingers touch every inch of you. You gasp when his fingers trail lower to pull your cheeks apart. Your face heats when you feel a wet thumb against your ass, probing every inch of you and you hope he doesn't want to fuck you back there tonight.
"I don't think I want to come anywhere else as much as I want to come inside you." He says finally.
"Please." You murmur.
He stands, unbuttons his shirt and pushed his slacks down the length of his legs until he stand before you in just a pair of black boxer briefs.
He's gorgeous, with corded muscle and plentiful scars, interwoven with black ink over his chest and arms. He looks dangerous, and you don't think you want him to come anywhere else except inside you either.
"I- I can always take a plan B." You suggest.
He smiles, runs the back of his hand over your cheek.
"That's a good idea," he praises, "So why don't you get on your knees and suck my cock first?"
Okay I need to know more about Best Laid Plans because I see darklina x reader and I’m already sold
Best Laid Plans is a collab fic between me and @dreamlandcreations which started with one of us sending an ask to the other after which some speculations were started, headcanons were made until we decided we'd write the fic together.
The premise of the fic is that Alina, rookie officer of the Keramzin police force who, together with her best friend Mal, is put on the case of the Magpie and The Black Heretic.
Aleksander and Reader are both very skilled thieves and con artists in their own rights Aleksander having earned the nickname 'The Black Heretic' because he mostly steals religious imagery (everything from paintings to supposed bones that belonged to the Saints) and leaving black, smokey/shadowey imagery behind and Reader who has been nicknamed 'Magpie' because she steals everything that is shiny no matter where it came from or who it belonged to.
Alina and Mal are mainly on the case so they can watch and learn from the more senior agents like Zoya Nazyalensky, who leads the case, and Nikolai Lantsov her right hand man.
Reader first comes into contact with Alina when one of her heists is busted because she (intentionally or not) set of the alarm of the place she was stealling from.
Without knowing it, Reader decides that before she steals anything else, she is gonna make Alina hers. Whether it be as an associate so she has an insider or in a more romantic term, she doesn't really care. She wants to corrupt her.
Aleksander first meets Alina when he is scouting a museum to make a quick buck and almost gets caught by Alina and Mal who are also there to make sure no shenanigans happen.
Aleksander is intrigued by her and decides to dig up information on her while preparing for his next con; Swindling an heiress out of quite the sum of money. What he does not know is that Reader is posing as the heiress to swindle the person he is posing as out of their money.
Somewhere along the line they realise what is going on and eventually join forces to corrupt their girl.
That is the gist of it and I can't wait until we've finished it and can finally share it
For your celebration could I have 🎬 for Ben Barnes’ characters please?
About me: I’m very short (5ft) and introverted but can talk for hours with the right people. I love reading and writing (obviously 😂). My favourite book genre is fantasy, and my favourite films are romance and fantasy. I also love going to museums and art galleries.
600 follower celebration - I ship you with…
🎬 Aleksander Morozova
You are the light in his life. The darkness that consumed his heart fades with every smile of yours.
You make him feel young again and he loves to tease you, especially about your height, making you stand on your tiptoes to get a kiss.
He would be helpless to resist you. He'd share his secrets with you and would tell you about his past and the history he witnessed first-hand. He would feel free to talk about everything that he cannot even think about mentioning to anyone else.
He would (try to) teach you languages and would read for you at nights when you insist he needs to rest but the best compromise you get is that he puts away his work for a while. It would be his not-at-all-well-kept secret that he waits for those moments with you all day long.
He loves to hold you, touch you, caress you and spoil you. You make him feel normal and accepted, never even hinting that his power affects you.
Aleksander can be stubborn and cruel but he would never hurt you (on purpose), you are his Sun, the only light in his life and he would make sure you remain by his side for his seemingly endless life.
Imagine accidentally sleeping with your boss Billy Russo during a business trip.
Waking up the next morning wearing nothing but his shirt, draped over his lap as he leans against the headboard reading the morning newspaper. He’s holding the paper in one hand, whilst the other rubs circles over your clit.
“Mr Russo-“ Your words are cut off by a small smack to your clit, which has you gasping.
“Quiet sweetheart, daddy’s reading. If you’re a good girl, I’ll let you look at the pictures when I’m done.” He increases the pressure of his fingers, and you whine. “Unless you’d rather cum when I’m finished?”
Enjoy
I saw this fucking ask on work and I was shaking for a decent minute I hope your pillow is warm tonight.
What if he offers to rub your shoulders because you've been carrying around a heavy bag all day and though he'd offered to take it many times you'd said no because you could handle it but now your shoulders hurt.
And he's chuckling when you sigh in bliss, his fingers are doing all the right things and then his hands are in your hair and your eyes roll back and you go a little limp on his couch and then his mouth is on yours and he's just lulled you into a blissed stupor where you refuse to say no.
And oh boy does he absolutely r a i l you.
Like, just, slow, deep thrusts, you're face down, a pillow under your hips, and he's just working you over so slowly. Your toes are permanently curled, a little bit more and you'll be drooling on his bed.
He keeps massaging your skin, rubbing circles into your back so that when you finally come, it's with your whole body shaking under him.
"Delicious." He says, when he dips his head to lick at the tears slipping down your face.
And then he's just going deeper, harder, until your entire body shakes from the force of each thrust. You pass out after the fifth orgasm but he just doesn't stop until he comes.
And then the next day is just him reminding you that you're his dumb little girl that gets drunk on his cock so easily.
Maybe he took some videos of him coming inside your 'cockdrunk little pussy' after you passed out so that he'd always have the memory.
I have had a rather rough past 24-hours so I might not be able to post anything for a few days which sucks because writing always makes me feel better but my head currently feels like cotton candy so no luck there.
If anyone wants to send in some little asks (fluff, hurt/comfort with emphasis on the comfort, cute headcanons, anything really) about my two favourite boys (Billy and Aleksander) I would love to just chat and take my mind off it all.
I am so tempted to ask about all of your WIPs for the fic game but…. let’s go for Of Wine And Blood because it’s vampires and I can’t help myself 😂
Honey PLEASE ask me about all of my WIPs!!! I love talking about them!
So Of Wine And Blood basically came into the works as a result of me having an AU idea for my Cause & Effect fic because I love those three dumbasses with all my heart but while writing I realised that I could reach a wider audience if I made it a self insert and I wouldn't really have to change much from what I was already doing.
It follows the very cliché (but very good promise) of Y/N being caught in a dead car while rain drops the size of pennies are falling out of the sky and with no connection she goes to look for help at the nearby mansion.
The mansion is owned by Billy and his wife Dinah who invite her for dinner (eventhough it is way past the time for that, but rich people are weird). The entire time she knows something is off, though she can't put her finger on what (bc Billy may or may not have used his compulsion to convince her to stay) though she drinks from the wine they give her with abundance, which may or may not be an aphrodisiac unbeknownst to her...
I'll leave it there before I spoil the entire fic while I haven't completed it! and I also don't know what I am gonna keep or am gonna scrap so there is that lol
