Ain’t no sunshine when she’s gone.
A Drabble set in the Monsters in the Dark universe.
Kissing, soft dark!Billy, soft dark!fluff, possessive behavior, mentions reader having braids, fem!reader.
143 words.
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@idaofinfinity @e-dubbc11
Billy tugged on your braids, handing you your iced coffee at the bookstore. “Say thank you, sweet pea. Gimme a kiss.” He husked.
You chewed your lip, before reaching up on your tippy toes, and kissing him softly, wrapping your arms around his neck. He tasted bitter like the black coffee he drank.
“Good girl.” He purred against your mouth.
Oh, you wanted to be his good girl.
“C’mon, baby. I’ll buy you a true crime novel.” He said, slipping his hand into yours, pulling you along, not missing how your eyes lit up.
“Can I have two?” You asked sweetly.
Billy clicked his tongue; “Greedy girl. But you’re cute baby, so I’ll get you two.” He teased you.
You reached up, and kissed his cheek.
He chuckled.
This was why you were his, even if you didn’t know it yet. But you would.
You probably already got this already, but you deserve all the hugs! 💕
Squeeeeeeeeze!!! You’ve been given a hug! Send this to all the people who deserve a hug. See how many you get back. Now let the hugging begin! 🥰
You’re also one of the kindest people I know 🥹 thank you for being my friend on this site.
You deserve all the hugs too, Robin! 💕 Thank you for being my friend too, you’ve always been so good to me. 💜
him grabbing ur thigh while he is driving >>>
astonishing how good it can feel to get some chores done sometimes. you’ll be sitting there like damn i am some type of horrid little smeagol like creature who should be crushed to death. but then you do some laundry and you’re like wrow. im actually gods most fuckable soldier.
In the Darkness
A Drabble set in the Monsters in the Dark universe.
—fluff, fear of abandonment and attachments, kissing, fem!reader—
@idaofinfinity @e-dubbc11 @rosaleenablack
You were pressed against Billy on his bed, giggling. “I think all nursery rhymes have the same tune.” You said, humming to yourself as if to test your own theory out.
It was out of the blue, but Billy thought it was cute.
His lips twitched, “Yeah?” He asked, playing with your hair.
“I used to drive my mom crazy singing Little Bunny Foo Foo growing up.” Your fingers were drawn to his hip where his scar was. Always drawn there.
Your thumb rubbed back and forth, liking the feeling of the scar tissue. You haphazardly scooted down, pressing your lips to the scar, tongue tracing it.
Billy’s fingers tightened in your hair, pulling you up, and pressed his mouth firmly to yours.
You made him want you.
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Sometimes Billy wondered why he must be attached. It only led to heartache, to pain, to eventual abandonment.
He wondered why he couldn't cut you out. But you’d been so hated by your father, Billy couldn’t hurt you like that again.
Besides, you had nowhere to go.
At least, that’s what he told himself.
But as you laid there chattering sweetly about this and that, he knew he was fighting a losing battle.
He had already lost.
He was hopelessly attached to you.
He was yours and there was nothing he could do about it.
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It was around two in the morning when you finally fell asleep, fingers still touching his scar, as though that grounded you.
You’d both obviously had difficult childhoods. You’d had a father who had never wanted you, and made sure you knew it every day, so you’d turned inward; discovering books and reading quietly for hours.
A father that hated you so much, he’d tried to kill you.
There was something to be said about having been hated by a parent, verses being abandoned by one like Billy.
He pressed his lips to yours.
It was in the darkness of his room that he allowed himself to love you for the first time.
Monsters in the Dark #23
Canon typical violence, blood, kissing, language, a little bit of vaginal fingering, fem!reader.
Monsters in the Dark Masterlist
Main Masterlist
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Billy was just too beautiful in a savage way, covered in blood from some way-too-handsy biker at the bar. He wiped his hands on a cloth, watching you.
You didn’t know why you were suddenly so wet. Aching desperately for him to have you right there in the alley. Billy’s actions weren’t righteous. They were downright ungodly. But here you were, burning with desire for him.
“Billy didn’t need to kill him.” You said, trying to keep your breathing even.
“He shouldn’t have touched you.” Billy said seething, leaning down to eye level with you, your pupils were dilated.
“How would Billy feel if I killed one of the many girls that touch him?” You ask, and your spunk was sweet in the eyes of the deadly panther.
He smiled widely, “Oh, baby. You know that’s just foreplay to me.” He purred.
You chewed your lip, and Billy’s eyes zeroed in on the action. He suddenly grabbed a fistful of your hair, and pulled you closer, his lips inches from yours, waiting.
You whined.
“Gotta ask for what you want, baby.” He husked, breath fanning across your face.
“Please, Billy?”
His mouth pressed to yours, hard and insistent, beard tickling your skin.
You clung to his bloody sweater, rubbing your thighs together, aching still.
Your lips were swollen when he pulled back, a wicked smirk on his face. “You look pretty, baby. Well kissed, and sweet eyed. Face covered in the blood of my enemies.” He teased, wiping blood off your chin, and cheeks.
You pulled him in for another sweeter kiss.
He smiled into it as you pulled on his belt. Billy pulled back, fingers sliding up your dress, touching you. He hummed. “Did my show of violence make you this wet, pretty girl?” He asked, one arm braced against the brick wall behind you, voice low and deep.
You trembled. “Uh huh. It’s all your fault.” You said softly.
“I guess I better get you home, so I can take care of you.” He said, licking his fingers clean.
You couldn’t wait for him to ruin you all over again.
your billy x bunny mafia au is very cute.
very cozy as well regardless of the dark themes that come with mafia. but I guess it's just your writing that's comforting and cozy.
it makes me want to bundle up in Billy's arms and fall asleep while he's telling abt military tactics and the use of weapons and stuff like that.
truly a treat.
thanks for writing 💖
Thank you so much! You’re right though, I do tend to write cozy things. I was thinking about that the other day. I could probably do well in the cozy mystery genre. 😂
Thank you again for reading, and the follow! I really appreciate it! 💜
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