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Fallout: New Vegas Scenery [2/?]

Monsters in the Dark #17

Blood, death, canon typical violence, kissing, oral (m receiving), dark fluff, dark themes, mentions of Billy’s abuse by Arthur, f/reader.

He’d appeared at the penthouse as winter waned into spring. The birds were chirping and making nests, and you’d felt lighter with Billy lately. Happy. It was a strange thing. You’d never been particularly happy.

You’d always been discontented to some degree, but things were different with Billy.

It was Arthur, he’d introduced himself, an old man playing the part of frailty. Of sweetness that left a bitter taste on your tongue. Billy was at work but you knew he’d be home soon, and your mind reeled.

You didn’t want Billy to have to face this man again. You were fiercely protective of Billy.

“Billy and I, we had a misunderstanding.” He said, back to you looking at a piece of art on the wall. “But he’s done well for himself, I see.”

You felt anger spark at his comment. That him abusing and destroying Billy’s arm was a misunderstanding.

“Billy is strong, hardship made him who he is.” You said, closing in on him.

“Oh, yes. Beautiful though, isn’t he?” Arthur asked, nearing the art presumably to see who made it.

As if Billy was a piece of art. Dehumanizing him. “Do you like beautiful little boys, Arthur?” You asked, darkly. It was so strange for your sweet personality to be tinged with this darkness, but this man had deeply hurt the man you loved. The man who would kill for you.

Arthur turned around at your tone, presumably to defend himself, as you raised a knife Billy had given you for self defense, and sunk it into Arthur’s throat.

Surprise flitted across his face. You didn’t exactly have a dangerous aura. He hadn’t expected it.

You weren’t Billy, and murder wasn’t something you were familiar with, so blood sprayed and made an awful mess over you, and the floor, and the wall.

He gurgled, holding his neck.

You brought the knife down. Again and again. It became easier with each strike. You didn’t stop until he laid in the kitchen, dead.

It was a bloody mess, but Billy was avenged.

x

Oh, god. What have you done?

You’d just taken a life. You felt sick as you kneeled by Arthur’s body, almost in a trance, knife hung limply in your hand.

You heard speaking as though you were underwater, before you were shaken. “Sweetheart!” It was Billy.

You looked up at him slowly, eyes glassy but clearing. “He can never hurt Billy again.” You said reaching for your lover.

Billy fisted your hair in his hand, pulling your mouth to his roughly. He tasted the tang of blood on your lips.

The kitchen was a mess.

“I made a mess,” you mumbled distantly.

“I don’t give a fuck.” Billy said, wiping your face with a cloth.

“I made trouble for you. But I wanted to protect Billy like he protects me.” You explained, as he pulled you up.

You wobbled on your legs as Billy stared at you.

No one had attempted to avenge Billy. Frank always had his back, but he’d never gone after Arthur.

You were so soft, it was hard to imagine you stabbing Arthur over and over again.

Billy’s heart burned for you. “I got some people that will clean up the mess. Don’t worry about it.” He said pulling towards the bathroom.

“Billy is mad?” You asked, softly. Almost sounding small.

“Never, sweet pea. I’m just—“ he didn’t know how to put it into words. You were brave for wearing your heart on your sleeve, even surrounded by ravenous wolves like himself.

Billy couldn’t. He wasn’t so free with his heart. It was hard for him to put his feelings into words.

“I’d do it again, Billy.” You say stripping off your bloody clothes.

Billy licks his lips looking at you, aroused by what you’ve done. By your soft body.

“And I’d love you for it stronger each time, baby.” Billy said, stripping out of his own clothes, sitting his gun aside on the countertop.

You both climbed into the shower, where Billy washed your hair, making buzz with contentment. His nails felt heavenly on your scalp.

You turned to face him, pressing your lips to his, before looking at him; “Can I touch you, Billy?” You asked, sweetly.

Billy groaned, and nodded.

You dropped to your knees.

Fuck.

He was already hard.

You stroked him, kissing his length, before taking him in your mouth. You teased the tip with your tongue, before taking him all the way in.

You gagged a little, as he grabbed your hair, pulling.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” Billy hissed, rolling his hips into your mouth, cock pulsing in your mouth.

Your mouth felt heavenly.

Murder and sex, a heady combination.

You hollowed out your cheeks, sucking harder and faster.

Billy’s toes curled, and he barely recognized his gasps and moans.

You let your tongue run along the vein on the underside of his cock, making him jerk. “Minx,” he growled.

“Love worshiping your cock, Billy.” You purred, teasing him with your tongue.

He pulled on your hair, forcing you to take him all the way in again. You choked, swallowing around him.

“I’m gonna—“ he said, breathing heavily.

He let go then, cumming into your mouth, and you swallowed every drop.

Billy leaned against the shower wall, sated and drowsy now.

He shut the water off, wondering when you’d become so strong.

He was really fucking proud of you. You’d avenged him, a far cry from the girl crying at his bedroom door, begging to sleep with him.

x

That night you both laid dozing quietly while a spring rain seemed to wash away all the dirt and grime into the city gutters.

You imagined filth like Arthur being washed away. You knew he was just one of many child abusers. But at least he was one less.

Billy’s lips brushed your forehead. He didn’t know how to tell you he was happy. He wasn’t mad. He was relieved Arthur was gone.

He was infatuated with the fact you avenged him.

It was all so much.

“You make me happy,” he said, almost cringing at the words. He didn’t do soft. He didn’t do sappy. But he needed you to know.

“Billy makes me happy, too.” You said, kissing his neck.

He relaxed.

It just cemented the idea that you were his.

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why do you delete things and repost them /gen i love all ur stuff and reread it happily

Because I tend to get embarrassed of my own writing, and delete it on impulse, and then end up regretting it once the feeling has passed. I’m Bipolar/BPD and I tend to let my feelings control me, and I can be very impulsive. Today, I’ve wanted to do nothing but delete my whole profile and fade from the internet. I’m trying to remind myself the feeling will fade. But it’s hard when the emotion feels like it’s dragging me under. 😔 I’m glad you love my stuff, it means a lot because I’m often extremely self critical.

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{Monsters in the Dark #1}

Evil is a point of view...God kills, and so shall we; indiscriminately...for no creatures under God are as we are, none so like Him as ourselves. - Lestat, Interview with the Vampire.

Canon typical violence, blood, roommate au, soft dark!Billy, fem!reader.

521 words.

A/N: I found all the chapters after scouring a hell of a lot of documents. I think I got them all.

Playlist.

Moodboard.

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Blood splattered all over his shoes, and clothes, as he stabbed the man; five, ten, fifteen times. It was a strange sickening high he got with each strike. He watched the body drop with a sickening thud that satisfied his treacherous heart. He slowed his breathing down, his heart raced from the adrenaline. When he got into his car, he wiped his face, and his hands, before he drove home.

To you.

x

He threw his clothes in the wash, he didn’t want you to see the blood and get scared, before he got in the shower. He watched the blood wash down the drain with interest, the high from his kill made him feel keyed up. He’d been to a therapist once, he didn’t check all the boxes of a psychopath. Doctors were useless.

He knew he needed to calm down before he approached you. It was at times when he was keyed up, he was rougher around the edges, and he didn't want to scare his sweet roommate away. He turned the water off eventually, his skin red from the hot water, stepped out, and dried off.

He felt excitement in his stomach that came from knowing that you were only steps away.

After he wrapped the towel around his waist, he left the bathroom.

x

You were laying in his bed, wrapped in his silk sheets as usual. You always found your way to his bed due to nightmares. If only you knew who you laid with each night. He leaned over you and kissed your cheek, which made you sigh sweetly. Your eyes fluttered open, and it was a strange juxtaposition of the cold-blooded killer and the sweet girl that sought refuge in him.

"Hey, gorgeous." He hummed, nudging your nose with his, eyes tender, hiding the vicious killer.

His hands stained with blood touched your hip, knowing you craved human contact. He wondered what you'd been through, that made you crave it so much. But he was a beast lurking beneath the surface. There was no amount of blood he wouldn't spill for you. He'd dirty his hands to keep you safe. To hunt anyone who haunted your nightmares. He'd kill any fucker stupid enough to hurt you. And he'd get a thrill from it.

You smiled softly, "Welcome home, Billy." You wiggled closer to him.

Billy smiled, and nuzzled you, his wet hair tickling your cheek. He looked up at you through his lashes, his cheeks pink. His eyes were shining with something dark, as he watched you. It made you shiver. But you couldn’t help but be drawn to him like a moth to a flame.

"Did you have another nightmare, sweet pea?" He asked, stroking your hair, sitting on the side of the bed next to you.

You hummed, pushing your head into his lap. "Yeah, I dreamed that Billy was gone, and I was all alone in the dark." You looked up sweetly, "Can I stay with you forever, Billy?"

He bared his teeth in a wicked smile. "Of course, sweet girl.”

You were ruined and he hadn't even touched you yet.

Poseidon: I gave Zeus a get well soon card

Hades: that’s surprisingly nice of you

Poseidon: he’s not sick I just think he should do better

Ohh, that sounds wonderful. I’m actually thassalaphobic, but I still like to admire the sea, I would just rather not get in. I ain’t taking the chance the megalodon isn’t really extinct, and get eaten. Lmao 😅

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What's the location in your dashboard photo? It's beautiful!

Hi, Dove! 💜

I found it on Pinterest, it was taken in Portland, Maine. It is very beautiful. I love Lighthouses, and Nautical themes. :)

“he’s killed people” ok but have you considered that he did it in a hot pathetic way.