#but like.... they knew billy was possessed by this stage like?

[biillys]

something about when el went into void and found billy, she saw him on the beach surrounded by sunshine and love and truly fucking actually happy. something about how when she turned around and saw the storm, she put her hands out and felt the ash falling from the sky, and then saw neil abusing billy and abusing his wife. something about how even in the monstrous world from another entire dimension, neil's still the fucking monster in the story

[tryingonametaphor]

Why Will Byers?

An analysis and theory on why Henry/Vecna targeted Will first in season 1 and his plans for Will in season 5

‼️Contains The First Shadow (TFS) spoilers so please proceed with caution.‼️

This is going to be a little long but I’ve tried to give as much context as I can without actually being able to show snippets from the stage play. This is my interpretation of everything that went down as a member of the audience and not as someone who has read up any theories about TFS before. To understand why Henry took Will first in 1983, we have to start with -

Henry and Joyce

From all the times I’ve watched TFS, the one thing that has stuck with me is the final conversation Henry has with Joyce. It’s just before his last confrontation with Patty Newby and before he joins Brenner for good. Joyce is the last person (who doesn’t know about Henry’s powers) that he canonically talks to.

Throughout the entire play Joyce, Hopper, and Bob are investigating the animals dying at the hands of Henry and come to the conclusion that Victor Creel has been the one doing the killing. They get so close to solving the case. In her last conversation with Henry, Joyce tries to comfort him by saying that Victor will pay for his crimes - which makes Henry laugh because she’s so close yet so far from the truth. He gets a little frustrated and says something along the lines of “You don’t get it. But someday you will.” (edit 28/9: the exact dialogue is [Henry: you’re too nice. that is how they’ll get you. you have to learn to do anything you can to protect the ones you love] [Joyce: I don’t understand.] [Henry: You will.]) The next time we see Henry make a reappearance in Joyce’s life is during -

The Vanishing of Will Byers

Will is taken into the Upside Down (UD) by Henry. It’s not even a question anymore. All of the context clues from 1x1 lead us to believe that Will’s kidnapping was not by a demogorgon. Will - a 12 year old - miraculously survives a week in the upside down with no food or water. Will is even around the demogorgon a few times in the Upside Down. (Joyce communicating with Will through the lights and then the demogorgon coming after her immediately).

Barb dies the night she is taken but Will stays alive and also somehow manages to talk to Joyce through the wall. Joyce is led exactly to where Will was held at the end of s1 and he makes it out alive. It’s almost as if Henry knew all along that Joyce was the most capable of never giving up on finding her son. Like Henry took Will Byers because he was Joyce’s son. And like he was giving her just enough to know that Will was alive. Even when Joyce and Hopper find him at the end in a state of near death, he’s not injured by a creature. He was being prepared for the next stage of Vecna’s plan -

The Possession of Will Byers

The origins of Henry’s powers happen as such - As a kid, he is transported into the UD (originally coined Dimension X by the government) for a few hours because he touched something he wasn’t meant to touch. During his time in there, he came in contact with the Mind Flayer (MF). According to TFS this is the point in his life when he started getting “corrupted”. Brenner’s dad - who was one of the first people to enter dimension X - had mutated blood after but no powers. Henry was the first person to come in contact with the MF and it’s highly likely he got his powers because of this (This would also track considering how most of the party has been in the UD now but show no signs of having powers). The MF controls Henry for the rest of TFS and Henry grows more power hungry the more he kills.

In S2, Henry presumably sends the MF after Will - who has now had a year to heal from the events of 1983. Will is the only other person in all of ST to have had direct contact with the MF and survived it. Henry didn’t hesitate to kill Billy in S3, but he always gives everyone just enough to keep Will safe. Will himself tells Owens in S2 that the MF wants to kill everyone except him. Will once again survives the entire ordeal and is given a “break” for the next 2 seasons. Except I don’t believe he’s been just given a break. I think Will is -

Henry’s Sleeper Agent.

Ready to awaken in s5. I undoubtedly think that Will is going to have powers. And I don’t think they’re going to be the same as Henry and El. El and the other lab kids get their powers directly from Henry. Will’s powers will be directly from the MF like Henry. I believe this has been Henry’s plan all along and it’s further affirmed by what he tells Will in the recent VR game. That Will will be the key to Henry being able to infiltrate his friends’ minds. Jamie Campbell-Bower also mentioned during the S4 press that to get in character, he set up a display with all of Henry’s victims and targets’ faces on his wall(?), and Will was in the center.

Henry is going to use his connection with Will sneakily and midway through S5 he’s going to awaken Will’s powers (maybe in ep4 - which is said to be titled ‘Sorcerer’ and has young Will in it). Henry is going to try and manipulate his way into making an ally out of Will, and it’s not going to work because -

Will is the Perfect Character Foil.

Will is everything Henry could have been if he had a better support system. He is the perfect character foil. Unlike Henry, Will has a mother who loves him unconditionally and more importantly, believes him. Unlike Henry, the person who Will loves the most (the Patty to Will’s Henry: Mike) is going to love him back and stay by his side all season. No one is going to force them to be apart the way Henry was told to stay away from Patty. Will is not going to be easily swayed even though Henry has spent years crafting him into the perfect soldier. Sure, Henry has seen him heartbroken and sad, but that comes nowhere near to the amount of love and support Will is going to get from his people next season. And they’re going to quite literally defeat Vecna with the power of love and friendship. After that, Will Byers is getting the happy ending that Henry could have gotten.

[nathscalet]

Another smut from my fanfic that will take forever to post

Minors do not interact please 🙏

Dracula x reader

Warning: Pnv, vaginal fingering, oral sex, creampie, female reader, submissive reader?, biting, drinking blood, small aftercare at the end.

Those who sat around Dracula could feel his possessive gaze on you, exuding an aura of danger. They didn't know if the anger was directed at them or at you. But his aura could certainly be felt from afar.

You didn't do a bourslesque show, which could made Dracula end up destroying the couch and consider kidnapping you from the stage.

Oh but you looked so sexy. Eternal even singing that lovely song. When you smiled at him, he felt his throat close, wanting nothing more than to join you on stage.

But there was no openings for him, you were the star of the show.

At the end of the night you drank more champagne, enjoying the frizzy taste. You went to say your goodbye to the king, but he, as a gentleman, and your friend, decided to accompany you home.

Walking you to your house, seeing how you walked bouncing through the light rain without worrying about getting wet and shaking the older man's hand. He was relieved that you accepted his company not wanting to let your vulnerable side exposed for the rest of those hungry wolfs at the club.

Dracula contemplated the cloudy night listening to you hum a song

Im singing in the rain 🎵 "

What a glorious feeling ...

Hum umm huh huh hum

He hated how your silliness affected him.

"Thank you for walking me home your majesty! The night was fun, you should go out more often." You were saying goodbye to the oldest tho he hadn't let go of your hand. Trapped in thought, wrestling with himself, wondering whether or not he should do this.

That feeling that he cautiously caged inside. Those shameful thoughts. And lonely longings of a grieving heart.

"Y/n... I... think... I like you." Dracula said, feeling his stomach fill with butterflies as he revealed his feelings. Feeling naked before you.

"Haha haha ​​Awww how cute! This is the first time you've told me that. My friendship efforts would bear fruit I knew that deep down inside you had a little heart" you couldn’t help but laugh, so out of character of him express his feelings specially towards you, a human girl, a daring woman that “corrupted” his son. ( you taught baby Alucard compassion)

"..." Dracula just squeezed your hand and looked at you like a puppy abandoned in the rain. And he moved closer to you "Y/n I like you a lot." Dracula tenderly brought his hand to your cheek.

"Ha... Wait- are you serious? like more than a friend?" Your heart dropped

"A thousand times more than a friend or student." The silence of the night allowed you to hear your fast heartbeat. How you felt your cheeks heat up

As the rain fell, drenching both of you, the clouds hid the moon, you looked into each other's eyes and slowly got closer.

Dracula slid his hand from her ribs to her waist, bringing her closer, close enough for their chests to touch and they felt each other's breath, and they both slowly got closer until they pressed their lips together.

The kiss had a strong taste of herbs and dry red wine, almost metallic.

The kiss was sweet, uncertain and curious. It started small to shy and progressed until they were both searching each other passionately, unbothered by the rain that was getting thicker by the moment.

You broke apart, panting, as you felt drops of water running down your skin.

"What are we?" You asked breathless

"Friends definitely don't kiss each other like that." Dracula pulled you into another kiss, a safer, more confident kiss.

Your heart racing as your bodies sought each other more fervently. The vampire picked you up and carried you without difficulty to your room, up the stairs of the inn to your room. They were both soaked leaving a trail of rain across the floor. Dracula kicked the door to his room, which he opened quickly and closed with his heel.

He laid her on the bed, placing light kisses on her face, tickling her lightly with his mustache. The vampire's hands went up to the collar of his shirt, they had an atypical lightness, taking off his wet blouse and undoing the belt of his pants. Leaving her in just panties and bra.

That man's predatory gaze appeared, seeing your body, there was no denial, he was mesmerized, looking at her imprisoned breasts.

You wasted no time, pulling the vampire back into the kiss, pulling him by the neck. 

You could hear a continuous sound, coming from the someone, resembling a purr.

"How adorable Drac! I didn't know you could purr." He stopped, like a child caught in a cat's jump, before relaxing his body and giving in even more. "And you'll find out more about what I can do. If you're willing?" He placed their foreheads together, looking into her soul. "Do you want to move on (name)?"

A lump formed in your throat, not expecting that question. You were even shy to respond, nodding, as your tongue froze.

"Use your words, dear. Tell me how much you want my touch." Your body vibrated, you couldn't identify if it was from the cold or the heat of your belly. "Don't tell me I finally caught cat’s tongue." He gave an even more dangerous smile than the one Astarion sent your way.

You snapped out of your trance "I prefer to use actions rather than words dear." You touched the volume between the vampire's legs

"Hmmm." Dracula ran the tips of his nails down your exposed back, causing goosebumps before unbuttoning the lock of the bra, throwing them on the corner of the room. "Aren't you a naughty one? But I won't touch you until I heard you said it, I want your full consent. For what I'm about to do will forever change our relationship."

It was strange. This whole development has happened before, so why did you feel butterflies in your stomach?

"I want you. I want this." You whispered in the vampire's ear

Your hands unbuttoned the dark-haired man's shirt, which revealed a carefully sculpted chest, the top garment falling, and the pants following shortly after.

Dracula's member was thick and long and with a low bush of hair followed by a happy trail.

Before entering into the main act of the night, Dracula didn't just want a simple night of pleasure, this was special.

Dracula gently slid his hand all over your body, feeling and appreciating you from head to toe. You felt a firm, cold and heavy hand squeeze your breasts while a tongue wet your neck making you let out a ticklish moan.

"Don't hold back your voice dear. I want to hear all your sounds until the end of the night"

Dracula held your hands above your head, leaving your neck exposed to his fangs.

Your neck and chest were attacked by a thirsty mouth, you felt Dracula's fangs passing dangerously close to your jugular.

"Allow me?" Do you trust the vampire enough to offer your neck? Do you trust that it won't transform you? A shot in the dark in this moment

You nodded. 

Dracula licked your shoulder, giving you goosebumps, before piercing your skin and sucking your blood. You could feel his body getting hot and limp, and his mind hazy. Your blood also made Dracula even harder, tasting that delicacy, his mind closing in a curtain of pleasure.

You tried to get out from under the brunette, but he blocked your hips with his thighs and applied more force to your arms.

Stopping drinking blood, he licked the wound, like a dog.

"Not so fast. You're too hurried , you're not even ready to receive me.  Let me prepare you."

Drac let go of her wrists and bent down for well, you know 👅👅😺

Dracula slid his tongue out and teased her hole, sliding up and down her folds before moving up.  Dracula closed his mouth around her clit and ran his tongue along her bundle of nerves.  The sudden attention made her tremble even more with pleasure, her body feeling a current of shock run through it and her hips rotating, seeking more stimulation. 

He wanted to see how much you could take, so he began to suck her slowly, making delicious moans.  Soon his pace began to accelerate, sucking harder.  You spat out muffled curses, covering your face with one of your arms, feeling the blood rush to your head.

"You taste really sweet." The pussy was like new. Pussy tight ! pussy clean! pussy fresh!

Before you could come, he slowed down.  His tongue now slowly circled her clit, teasing gently, giving her enough pleasure to torture you but not push you over the edge.  You let out a small cry of frustration as your back arched, desperate for a release he wouldn't let you have.

Taking advantage of your restlessness, he snaked one of his arms around your thigh, pulling you up, pressing his face deeper, until your legs were wide apart, resting on his shoulder.

He pressed down feeling the walls of her vagina tightening around him, tasting another one of those lovely nectars that women produce.  He moved his finger experimentally, pulling it out and pushing it back in, making you squirm as he slowly stretched you.

"ah! Drac! Faster!"

"Magic word?"

"Please!"

"Please what?"

"P-please, sir."

"Good girl."

Dracula pressed another finger into her, filling her even more and feeling her walls suffocate his fingers. Meanwhile, he brought back her tongue, super heating her insides, her body on fire and her skin tingling, and everything was perfect.

Vlad was doing perfect, sucking and preparing you at a perfect pace. The orgasm started in the pit of her stomach and blossomed outward, clenching every muscle in your body as heat spread through you.  legs shook as he continued to fuck you with his fingers, enjoying your squirming

Dracula removed his wet fingers, admiring his work "Now you are ready to receive me." He licked his fingers clean, looking down at you.

This man would be insatiable. You concluded silently.

He closed the gap between both bodies, burying himself in your hot, wet pussy, going all the way in smoothly.  You groaned, finally feeling the inner emptiness being generously filled. Drac grabbed your shoulders, slipping his arms around your neck to pull you close.

He kissed your collarbone, tasting your sweat on your skin, feeling your pulse beneath your flesh. Your heart was beating like a drum, meaning he was doing a good job, his chest filled with pride knowing that he was the one giving him this pleasure, his heart then beat excitedly, the electrifying euphoria coursing through his body .

Dracula looked at yours expression, with some tears of pleasure, and mouth open, panting. The exact expression that intoxicated his dreams. One that he kept locked out of shame for his filthy thoughts, but now he had the pleasure of seeing it in person.

Her legs wrapped around his waist, her breasts bouncing, and that expression of ecstasy. His expression probably wasn't much different, He hadn't felt intimacy like this in so long, when was the last time he had held a woman so fervently? He was lost in ecstasy in her smell, her touch, her taste and muscles. They were so soft and at the same time hard under his hands, her muscular flesh, her pussy like warm velvet wrapped so tightly around him.

Your body was shaking, the carefully and paced movements with his hips weren't enough, Dracula was torturing you with this rhythm. Those pink eyes were twinkling with sadistic pleasure, but two can play. You slid your arms under your daddy's shoulders, letting out several moans in his ear, before biting his ear.

Vlad let out a hoarse moan, feeling goosebumps run through his cold body, he raised his head and looked into your eyes.  Your expression was one of lust, although the sparkle in your eyes was an emotion that no one dared to look at him, care. His eyes darkened, it was impossible to feel more desire than now, the brunette pressed his lips to yours in a frantic kiss, rocking his body inside you in long, desperate movements. 

Finally the pleasure arrived, you could feel each vein of the member pulsing inside you, crushed against the walls of your uterus.

The pleasure that grew was intense, viceral, it could almost burn him from the inside.  He coveted that feeling.  No one had made him feel this way in decades, since Lisa passing, maybe centuries, he’d never met a crazy lad like you before.  How long has it been since he unwind? How much self-control and restraint? How stressed this war made him? You were taking him so well, the perfect toy for reliving stress.

His balls contracted, an intense pressure building in the pit of his stomach that sent shivers down his spine.  He was so close, so close to release, so close to losing himself in this woman.  You felt a excruciating hug caging you as his thrusts became so desperate and sporadic. 

You pulled your lips away from his and let out a moan so filthy and low, warm breath hit his ear and he heard her.  That velvety, pleading voice... so he doesn't stop. How can he deny you if you ask like that?

Years of pent up lust and frustration released all at once came crashing inside you, his cock throbbing with load after load of hot semen inside your spasming walls.  When he came, he felt her legs tighten around his waist as he came, your orgasm adding intensity to his.  He didn't want to stop. Your walls milking him So heavenly, he beloved that was the closest he would get there.

He pulled out a little, letting the liquid drip out. Both of you were panting, the electrifying current still pulsing. Resting your legs on his shoulder, you looked at his disheveled hair, always so neat, now stick on his forehead and neck.

“Drac-“ bending you over. He pushed back in, his body hypersensitive after cumming, cried out in pleasure.

Once again the rhythm of a samba drum returned, this time much wetter, the air in the room was warm from this activity, the rain outside muffled your moans, while Drac held your leg, using it for support, then buried himself deeply, to discharge more cum, rutting into that mess he made inside.

You moaned in shock and the extra sensitivity. You couldn't believe how much there was.  Cum dripping from your pussy, staining the mattress.  He didn't want to stop filling her again and again. 

“Isn’t Thai what you wanted lad?” He whispered with that horsen voice “now you have all my undivided attention.” He trusted harder as he pronauced each phrase

“Drac” you whined feeling your strength leaving you

“So lovely. You’re just perfect. Taking me so well. How long have you thought about me filling you like this honey?”

“Drac!” You dragged your hands on his back

“Yes! Scratch me. Bite me. Moan for me love.” He held your cheeks as he kissed you in a final moment, reaching his own limit

He collapsed on top of you, breathing deeply and enjoying your touch. In his arms he realized he wouldn't let you go. You completed his broken existence. You had to stay with him.  You needed to stay. How long has it been since he felt alive?

You breathed in for a minute trying to assimilate what happened.  One of the most fulfilling sex you've ever had, you lost track of time, after a long time you were on the bottom of a relationship.

Drac turned around and put you on top of him after a few minutes of recovering. He guided his hips against your pelvis.

"Look into my eyes." Dracula commanded you to look into his eyes as you shared each other.

Dracula had a kinky, corruption fetish, he was euphoric seeing your expression when penetrated,that look of lust and surprise mixed with shame.

You let out weak moans as your bodies met.

"I can't do it anymore! Everything is shaking!" It’s was a mess your sex, his member making space spelling and pushing deeper his cum

"Do it honey, just a little longer! You're doing excellent!" Yours hip was left with marks from the brunette's claws. Dracula's chest was not intact either, looking like a crime scene.

Oh but he loved when you squished his pecs. Flustered, unable to control the pacing. Next time he’ll let you control the pace, use him to impale yourself.

You felt your eyes widen and your body fell forward as you felt him penetrating your cérvix.

“Ohh. Looks like I found it.”

You died in bed. Dracula laid there for a while, catching his breath, with you to laid on his chest.

You put your face on his shoulder, already making your way to the crib.

Dracula was stroking your hair and smelling you.

"I think someone needs a shower."

"Naaum! I'm tired, tomorrow I'll take. Let me sleep, you annoying parasite"

"Can you sleep with all your sweat and this coming off you?" Dracula pointed to the middle of your legs that was dripping with liquid.

"You know, I've slept with a gunshot wound to the rib and bleeding out."

Sigh. "Come, I'll carry you." You were taken like a plincesa to the bathroom

Dracula prepared the bathtub for you.

"What it was?"

"Nothing."

“You got something on your scheming mind. Tell me”

"I know. You're looking at me like a dog.?"

"Dog face? What's that face?"

"That face right there. Those low ears, those droopy eyes." You imitated the dog face for him studying his air cheeks

"Ahahahaha. I look like that, do I?" Dracula hugged you from behind.

"Yes. What are you thinking huh?"

"I was thinking about how I managed to be  with someone like you."

"Fufuf kinda late to regret it. I already took your body muhahaha. You're mine now." You let out Machiavellian laughs as you squeezed the sides of the king's face.

"None. I don't regret falling into that fearsome dragon's lair. She's actually quite cute." Drac said, looking at you with eyes so gentle and full of tenderness that you blushed and turned around, sinking deeper into the bathtub. Which made him laugh.

"Am I yours now? Isn't it the other way around? Since I'm the one who captured the dragon?" Dracula pressed you against his chest, kissing your shoulder

"You may have entered the dragon's nest but- you turned around- don't forget that it has sharp claws and teeth, made to devour you whole."- you pulled the brunette by the neck and gave the Vampire a hickey, pulling his hair of the same forcing him to look up and making a humm in his throat.

"How cruel. I thought the dragon lady was docile and silly."

"She is docile when offered offerings. What do you have to offer?"

"All I can offer the dragon lady is my body and soul."

"Then I'll take both."

"How greedy! What will be left for me if you take both?"

One last request. I can make your wish come true."

"Hmm. Then I want the dragon lady to give me her heart."

"Aren't you asking too high, mortal?"

"I wish for a trade." Drac took her hands and kissed the back of them "an exchange of heart."

"Damn you, what makes you think I would give my heart to you? What makes you worthy of such glory."

"I fell in love with the dragon. I am in love with your beauty and intellect, they are as precise as a painitis, as magnificent as the garden of Eden. I would trade my kingdom to be able to spend a night with you, so I could tell the demons that I was in the heavens without never having set foot there."

"Damn you and your lip service for Shakespearean romance!" You pushed your lover's face

"Miss Dragon would not be interested in this exchange."

"My heart for yours. A dragon for a dark being. The exchange seems irrational. Denied!"

"Then... I'll steal it." Drac pulled you into a fit of kisses and tickles.

"BURGLAR!" You applied foam to his mustache. "You won't steal my heart. It is pure and valuable."

"We both know your heart is greedy and relentless."

"Do you think you can satisfy him?"

"I'll do my best." Dracula sealed his lips on yours

After a long bath, you finally got the rest you wanted. Blacked out in bed. The king was at peace and your mind was racing, going over what had just happened. The seduction plan ended up happening by divine will.

[eymie]

THE LYING KIND !

pairings: peacekeeper!coriolanus snow x fem!reader

warnings: manipulation, possessiveness, fluff (at the beginning), angst, smut, kissing, oral (m. receiving)

summary: coriolanus is starting to grow suspicious that you’ve caught onto his lies. now you have to get his trust back.

a/n: title inspired by duvet by boa.

You had found Coriolanus in District 12, in The Hob. His blond curls shaved, and his sweet expression replaced with a cold one. Until he had seen you. Singing on that stage, voice so sweet his breath caught at the sight. Your little twirls as you sung. His girl.

His victor, his girl, his bird. You caught his eyes as you melted on that stage. A smile engulfing your face, twirling again. When the lights dimmed and you ran to him. Your Coriolanus.

A night you snuck out, meeting him at the hanging tree. Your hands rubbing over his shaved head, missing the way his curls threaded in your fingers.

You'd take him down to the lake, your wet bodies rubbing against each other in the cold water. Enjoying the way his skin rubbed against yours. His cold dog tag tingling against your chest as you pressed together.

His soft touches in the field just outside the forest where it was forbidden to go. When his hand would travel up your skirt, teasing the skin of your inner thighs. His lips brushing against your own. When Coriolanus kissed, he kissed like he was a starving man and you were his last meal. Like he would die if he let go, like he'd stop breathing.

"You can trust me, Coriolanus." You'd whisper as he pressed his forehead against yours. He's hum, nodding.

"I know." He trusted you, and you trusted him.

Coriolanus was a possessive man, you knew this well. When you'd sing and men would compliment your voice he couldn't help but be angry, jealous, hateful. You were his, not theirs.

He hated Sejanus, he couldn't help it. When you'd laugh with him in the crowded rooms. Innocent conversations had Coriolanus biting back his insults. You were his. You were his. You were his. Those men couldn't have you, Sejanus couldn't have you. If you thought to touch another man your body would be the result.

He was a liar, you felt it. You could tell by the way he'd stumble over his words, make excuses. You knew he was possessive, that he was overprotective too. If someone was to threaten you there would be a bounty on their head.

He started noticing your reactions. The way you looked at him in confusion, or hurt. Then again, you were always a better actor than him. He wasn't the same sweet mentor back in the games.

He knew it was over for him when you ran into that room with guns. He blocked you off from the others, the yelling being muffled by the band and loud crowd outside. He knew there was no going back when he grabbed that gun and shot Mayfair. The way you stared back at him in horror, it was over. Trust me, trust me, trust me.

The Coriolanus you had met those two months ago wasn't the cold man standing in front of you. He didn't seem the lying kind back then. Now, you felt his paranoia, his anger, his crave.

Sejanus sobbed in the back of the room but all he could hear was your hyperventilating. His hand going to caress your face but you pulled from his touch.

You ran home that night, Billy and Mayfair bleeding out in that room. Fearing you were next. You clutched your blankets, sobbing into your pillow. You weren't surprised when the town was called to the hanging tree the next morning.

You stood in the crowd, waiting for your own name. Coriolanus stood up front with the rest of the peacekeepers, except Sejanus. You looked around for him until you saw other peacekeepers drag him up to the platform. Jabberjays repeating his screams for him and the recording that got him hung. The sound of Coriolanus' voice on the other end. Bobbin, Mayfair, Sejanus. You knew you were next, whether it be at his hands or the tree.

You ran from the hanging tree that morning, into a dark alley to catch your breath. You didn't know he had followed you until you turned around and saw him.

"You alright?" He asked, trying not to raise your suspicions or scare you. His hand reaches for yours but you pull it away quickly. "You don't trust me."

"I do."

"You don't" He growled, cornering you against the wall. You watched as his adams apple bobbed. His fingers wrapping around your wrist. "Don't lie."

"I wouldn't lie to you Coriolanus--" He cut you off with a hard kiss. It was different than before. It was aggressive, dominating. He was swallowing you words, trying to deter you from your suspicions.

"Are you going to leave me?" He pulls away, looking into your eyes that were holding back tears. He furrowed his eyebrows waiting for you to catch your breath and answer him.

"Why would I?"

"You were. I know you were." He held your chin up, angling your face to look back up at him. "After everything I've done for you. I'm the reason you're alive right now."

"You can trust me, please." You begged, trying to get him to below you. His voice was loud, you wanted to beg him to quiet down. He knew better than that.

"What did I do?" He yelled and you looked around hoping no one heard. The dark alley was empty besides the two of you.

You hated the way his voice still made you clench your thighs. The way that if he begged you’d still let him take you against these brick walls.

"Nothing." You whined, trying to convince him. His girl bruising against your wrist. His face was inches from yours.

"You were going to turn me in." He spat, accusing you. If he wanted to, you could be dead just like Mayfair, Bobbin or Sejanus.

"I wasn't!" You tugged your wrist out of his grip. Your words come out in a whine. You weren’t leaving this alley alive. You caressed his cheek with your hand, knowing he would fall for your lies. He has been the whole time. "I love you."

He was taken aback, backing up a bit from you. You walked forward after him, wrapping your arms around his neck.

"Let me show you that." You mumbled before softly kissing him, staring into his eyes innocently. You kissed his jaw, fingers hooking around his pant loops praying his didn't notice your shaking hands.

He groaned, his hand threading in your hair. He pulled you into another deep kiss. A kiss of relief, that he believed you. He felt hot against your touch.

You two had touched before, in the cabin by the lake when he'd dry you off. When they'd lay in the field or when he'd pull you back stage. He's explored your body with his hands, partially. Never being the one to purge your true innocence.

He didn't expect her to fall to your knees in front him. The dirty bricks probably leaving marks and bruises.

He almost went to stop her when you unbuttoned his pants. The sound of his pants unzipping as you looked back up at him.

“Can I?” She whispered, even though you knew nobody came near this part of town. You felt him rub the back of your head, your hair getting tangled in his fingers.

“Yes, yes.” He nodded, pulling your hair back a bit to look him in the eyes. Your hands pulled down his pants and boxers just enough for his hard length to fall out. You looked up at him and he nodded. He was longer than you had expected, his pre-cum pooling at his pink tip.

Your tongue kitten licked his tip, the warmth of it making him groan. The tip of your tongue running along the underside of his cock.

“Don’t tease.” He groaned, pulling your head back to look at him. He pushed you back down, forcing his cock past your lips.

You took him as far into your mouth as you could, grabbing at his pants to stabilize herself. His hips thrusted, his tip hitting the back of your throat making you gag around him.

“So warm— fuck, and wet.” He pushed your head down in his cock. You sputtered around his length, saliva spilling down his cock. “Fuck, take it.”

Tears brimmed at the corner of your eyes. You scratching at his hip bone as he fucked your throat. You breathed out your nose, fighting back your gags. He let go of his head, you pulled off his cock gasping for air. You wrapped her hand around his cock, sucking his tip back into your mouth.

“M’gonna cum.” He whimpered, you heard it even if he tried to hide it with a groan. The way you hollowed your cheeks as you bobbed your head allowing him to cum down your throat.

You closed your eyes, tears now straining your cheeks. You heard him mutter at you to swallow so you did. Swallow his hot cum down your bruised throat.

“Good girl.” He stroked your cheek, wiping away your tears with his thumb. “I trust you.”

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[saberlight1]

my love, mine all mine — lucy gray baird

pairing(s): lucy gray baird x fem!reader, mentions of coriolanus snow x fem!reader.

warnings: slight tbosas spoilers, mentions of ptsd, trauma, angst, possessive!lucy, Y/N usage, slightly mean!lucy, standard ballad of songbirds and snakes warnings.

authors note: boom! another one. i am so happy you all love my writing! keep sending in these requests, y’alls ideas are so cool and i adore reading them. this fic is based off of this request, and i hope you all enjoy it! much love .

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When your eyes first laid upon Lucy Gray Baird, you were immediately enthralled by her presence. Everyone who had ever gotten the honor to meet her would say the same.

You had grown up in the very same district that her and her family, The Covey, were locked up in after being rounded up by the Peacekeepers. Most people around Twelve talked shit on them for being different, but the thing that drew you in the most to her was the fact that she didn’t give a shit.

She didn’t care what anyone thought, no one in her family did. They loved what they did, and that was singing. You saw this on full display at the Hob, where they performed every other night.

You already knew she was beautiful, but, God, when you saw her on that stage, beaming, you swore Aphrodite was standing before you. Her voice was just as beautiful as her, as she danced around stage, captivating the whole room.

At the end her performance, you snatched a daisy out of someone’s bouquet as you walked by, speed-walking to the corridor you were watching her walk into.

“Lucy Gray!” You called, the girl turning towards your call immediately, a smile still on her face. You held out the flower, a soft smile on your face. “You’re beautiful, as well as your singing.”

She blushed, her laugh coming out. “Why, thank you, darlin’.” She took the daisy, taking it up to her nose to smell. “What’s your name?”

“Y/N,” You beamed. “It’s a real pleasure to see you and your family around here. You really light it up ‘round here.” You complimented. “Twelve’s a normally dull place, but here.. it’s different.”

“Thank you, truly.” Her hand grabbed yours, squeezing. “I’ll see you around.”

And she kept her word, finding you after her next show to get to know you better.

And just like that, the pair of you were inseparable.

She introduced you to the Covey, and after they learned you had pipes, you were immediately brought into their group. You loved it, it felt as if you had found the people you’d been longing for your whole life.

But you found yourself staring at Lucy Gray for longer than normal, a dopey smile lazily draped across your sun kissed features. It wasn’t until some teasing from CeCe and Billy that you realized that you had feelings for the girl.

“Aye, Y/N, it seems like you got some drool right there…” CeCe teased, a playful smile on his face as they caught you staring at the girl for the 100th time.

Billy butted in from his side. “Yeah, you do. Someone’s fallin’ for the songbird,” He laughed. You rolled your eyes at them, before taking their words into consideration.

Holy fuck, you were falling for her.

I mean, how could you not? She was a beacon of light, her presence alone brighting up every room she walked into to, and she had treated you wonderfully, even going as far to include you with her family.

You were caught up in your love daze, not realizing the crushing realities that came with your feelings. But when you did, it left a sour taste in your mouth.

The butterflies swirling in your abdomen stopped in an instant, replaced with an oozing, grueling feeling of worry. Lucy Gray could find you repulsing— and the whole Covey would leave you as well.

It left you wishing you had a factory reset button to forget your feelings at once.

“Y/N, what’s with the frown?” Lucy Gray suddenly appeared in front of you, her signature smile on her cherry lips.

Your eyes snapped to hers, your nerves only growing. “Oh, nothin’. Just thinkin’.”

She sat down next to you. “Oh, really? Didn’t think you was capable.” She joked, making you lightly shove her with a smile.

Your breath caught in your throat when you realized how close you were to the girl. Her honey eyes stared up into yours, and you struggled to not look at her lips. All you wanted to do was close the space between the pair of you.

But you decided on that day that you would settle for this. After all— having her as a friend was better than nothing.

It wasn’t until the reaping of that year that you decided to throw caution to the wind.

It was the Covey’s first reaping, and it was for the annual 9th Hunger Games. Your nerves always got the best of you during this time of year, but it seemed that you weren’t the only one.

You sat in your room, Lucy Gray sitting at your desk in the corner. She said she was trying to write, but you could tell by the bouncing of her leg and her tense body that it wasn’t going well.

You licked your lips, putting your book aside. “You alright, Gray?”

She turned her head, her eyes meeting yours from over her shoulder. She sighed, turning back to the paper and rubbing her temple. “No,”

You stood up, coming to stand next to her, your hesitant hands rubbing her shoulders, the tense muscles deflating under your touch. “What’s wrong?”

“I.. I just really miss my mama.” She let out a sad breath. “And this reapin’ stuff is got my nerves wrecked.”

“I know the feelin’.” You bitterly chuckled. “You won’t get your name drawn, Lucy, none of you will. Your names are only in their once, your chances are slim. You should be okay. I miss my ma, too. I know it hurts.” You tried your best to calm her.

Her hand came up to grab yours that was resting on her shoulder, lacing your fingers together. “You know, you are about the only good thing in this District,” She smiled up at you, her worry lines faded.

At her words you felt those butterflies return, as your eyes flickered down to her lips, your teeth pulling in your bottom lip as you tried to talk yourself down.

Lucy Gray noticed this, however, and with a smile still plastered on her pretty face, she leaned up ever so slightly and captured your lips with her own. Your eyes widened in surprise, before they fluttered closed, your hands coming up to cup her face.

You let out a happy hum against her lips, the girl standing up to get a better grip on your hips, her lips never leaving yours. When you broke apart for air, a giggle left her slips at the sight of your lips stained with her lipstick.

“I’ve wanted you to do that for so long,” You admitted with a smile.

A smirk grew across her face. “I was waitin’ for you to grow the balls to do it first. Turns out you were too chicken.” She teased, her arms wrapping around your neck as she left small pecks on your lips.

You didn’t even pretend to be offended by her words, instead rolling your eyes playfully before kissing her again.

“Be my girlfriend,” She whispered against your lips. You pulled back slightly at her words, before jumping into her arms.

“Yes, yes.” You chuckled, as the girl hugged you back just as tightly.

That led you to now, where you smiled at the same brunette that was laid in your arms. She was different, anyone who had been what she went through would be, but she was also still your same Lucy Gray in all the best ways.

After you got her back from the games, you vowed to never let her go again. The turmoil you felt in the weeks that she was away from you, not knowing if you’d see her again or not— you never wanted to feel that again. And she felt the same way.

“You got a starin’ problem, girl?” Lucy Gray teased with that southern drawl you loved, seeing that you were lost in thought.

A warm smiled crossed your face at the sound of her voice, your hand going to play with her hair. “If it means I get to look at you, then yes, I do.”

She giggled, snuggling deeper into your arms. “Yeah, yeah, you sap.”

“You love it,”

She rolled her eyes, playfully. “I do,” She looked at you seriously now, leaning up to kiss you softly. You smiled against her lips, the feeling of her expressing her love for you in such an intimate way always making you smile.

You would proudly admit that you were head over heels in love with your girlfriend to anyone. But you knew you couldn’t— hell, the only people that even knew you were together was the Covey and her mentor, Coriolanus Snow. People didn’t seem expect, nor accept your type of love.

She had told him during her time there, during the nights they spent together talking through the cage bars. She talked his ear off about you, a love-sick smile on her face the whole time, the girl forgetting that some people weren’t accepting of your love.

But to her surprise, Coriolanus didn’t care if she was with a girl. In fact, he was thrilled, which confused her to no end. (She didn’t know this, but the only reason he was happy was because he now had something that would fuel her to win.)

You thanked every star above for the Snow boy for bringing your girl back to you, even if she was brought back with sharper edges. You didn’t care, you had her back in your arms. And you wanted to thank him.

But, Lucy Gray was a different girl than what she was when she left, even if she tried to pretend that wasn’t the case. She was more paranoid, more protective of the people she loved— especially you. More than you anticipated.

So the next morning when you set out to find the boy who was currently serving time as a Peacekeeper in your very district, the one goal in your mind was to thank him, the thought that this might be upsetting to your girlfriend not even crossing your temple.

You decided to bring him a rose— Lucy Gray mentioning to you that his Grandmother grew them, and you just happened to as well. It wasn’t like the pure ones his Grandmother grew in the Capitol, but you deemed it good enough.

You caught a glimpse of his platinum buzzcut, a smile growing over your ruby red lips. “Snow!” You called, jogging up to him in your cowboy boots. He turned at the call, his eyebrows furrowing when he saw it was you.

“Y/N?” He questioned.

“Hey, Coriolanus.” You smiled, holding out the rose for him. “Lucy Gray mentioned something about your Grandmother and roses, and just as a thanks for you bringin’ her back to me, I’d like to give you this,” You motioned to the rose.

To your delight, his hard face warped into that of a smile. “Thank you, Y/N. Truly.” His hand came out to squeeze your forearm affectionately. “I appreciate it, and you don’t have to thank me for that.”

“I do.” You assured him. “I don’t know what I would’ve done if I didn’t get her back. You saved her… so, truly, thank you, Coriolanus. I mean it.” You felt eyes on you, but you shook the feeling off.

He nodded sheepishly, not used to the type of compliment you were giving him. “Of course.. Thank you for the rose. Let me know if you need anything, I’ll see you around.” He smiled, giving your forearm one last squeeze before he turned.

“You’re welcome, Coryo.” You flashed him one last smile before you turned on your heel yourself. What you didn’t expect to see was to see those honey eyes you loved staring daggers at you.

You cocked your head to the side as she began to stomp her way towards you. Once she reached you, she grabbed your wrist with a hard grip, and without word dragged you back to your now shared home.

“Lucy, what’re you doing?” You asked, just as your neared the front lawn of your home.

She clicked her tongue, a sign she was mad, and shook her head, continuing to lead you to the house in silence. Once the pair of you got in, she threw her bag on your shared bed, crossing her arms.

“What the hell was that?” She asked, her tone hard.

“What are you talkin’ about, Lucy?” You asked, stepping closer to her. She only backed away, her head shaking once again, while you visibly shrank at her rejection.

“Don’t play dumb, Y/N. You know better,” She scoffed, rolling her eyes. “I been runnin’ around, lookin’ for you like some fool, while you were off with my mentor, lettin’ him touch you. Why were you with him, huh?” She pressed. “What, you think I’m stupid or somethin’?”

“Coriolanus?” Your eyebrows furrowed, still not quite catching on to what she was so angry about.

“Yes, damnit, him.” Her voice slightly raised as she walked up to you, her gaze lowered as she glared at you. “Why were you givin’ him a rose, huh? Why were his hands on you?”

You licked your lips as you took in her state. Her pupils were blown out, her jaw slack— God, she looked so hot when she was angry. You shook your head at your thoughts, trying to be serious.

“Aye!” Her fingers snapped in front of your face, angrily. “Answer me,”

“Lucy, I— I was goin’ to thank him..” You whispered, your voice dying in your throat as you submitted to her fiery gaze.

“Why?” Her voice was low and raspy, sending shivers down your spine.

“For bringin’ you back t’me.” You admitted, looking at the floor guiltily as it sunk in that how much you truly had upset her. “I never got the chance to properly thank him, and you said he liked roses. So I brought him one, I thought it would remind him of home. I didn’t mean anything by it, I swear,”

Her eyes softened. “Oh, baby, I’m sorry..” She whispered, one hand coming up to cup your jaw, rubbing softly. “I.. My mind went somewhere completely different when I saw him touchin’ you.. It just made me angry,”

A sly smirk came over your features. “I think you mean jealous, Lucy Gray.” You whispered teasingly.

“Only you could make me this crazy,” She smiled. “But, I am sorry.” She said, guilt swirling in her eyes.

“Hey, it’s alright.” You reassured her, seeing that she was beating herself up. “Even I get a little jealous seein’ Billy drape hisself on you when he’s shitfaced, it’s normal, baby, I ain’t mad.” Your goofy smile mixed with your southern accent making her smile come back.

But just as it returned, it was replaced with a serious look. “Just.. stay away from him, alright? I don’t fully trust ‘em.”

“I won’t go near him again, I promise. I just wanted him to know I was thankful for bringin’ my best girl back t’me,” You tried to cheer her up, your lips ghosting over hers.

“Good. ‘Cause your mine,” She smirked, closing the space between the two of you as her lips kissed you hard, her teeth nipping your bottom lip as you let out a gasp, granting her access to your mouth as she deepened the kiss.

You smiled against her lips, thanking the stars above that you had the pleasure of being hers.

[tomssexdoll]

hiii i am OBSESSED with your writings 😄! I saw you wanted requests so here you gooooo!! the reader is apart of the band and it’s during one of their concerts and the reader is singing and dancing “sexually” ( for example the Water by Tyla dance where she twerks and pours water on herself ) and either tom or bill ( YOU CHOOSE BAE ) get so turned on and it ends with smut ( it can be rough smut since they are jealous at everyone else seeing the reader dance this way ) I HOPE THIS MAKES SENSE ! have a wonderful day ! 💕

HIII tysmm <3 ur actually so kind 😭😭

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PAIRINGS: Bill 2010 x Female reader CONTENT: SMUT + a bit of angst SYPNOSIS: Y/N is on stage, performing with the band, its her turn to sing and she does a sexual dance, Bill gets super turned on by this and also jealous since everyone was watching her do it. He wants her all to himself. After the concert he drags her backstage and locks her into one of the little office rooms and fucks her brains out!! A/N: ILY TYSM FOR THE REQ UR AN ANGEL WARNINGS: dom!bill, sub!reader, p in v (missionary), fingering, rough kissing, hair pulling

As Bill was singing Dogs Unleashed, my part was coming up. I had something prepared that would make him go CRAZY. I had seen him eyeing me for the past couple months, getting possessive and jealous when other guys approached me. But I played it off, we were just friends weren't we? I loved teasing him, seeing him get enraged when another guy even looked at me.

I started singing my part and dancing provocatively,"touch me, treat me, love me, feed me", touching my boobs, down to my waist and then to my ass "touch me, tease me, love me feed me" turning around and slowly getting low on the floor, swaying my hips as I did, my mini skirt hiking up a bit. (yk the shawty got low low low dance thing)

I looked over at Bill, his hard on visible from where I was and anger in his eyes. I could tell I was gonna get a mouth full after the concert.

We finished the concert and headed backstage, afte Bill changed out of his costume and into a regular outfit he grabbed my arm and dragged me into one of the empty offices, slamming the door shut behind him. "What the fuck is your problem Bill?" I groaned, my arm starting to hurt from his harsh grip.

"My problem?" he scoffed, "don't act stupid y/n, you knew what you were doing when you were doing that fucking dance" he pulled me closer, our noses barely touching.

"Why the fuck do you always have to tease me" he said, his voice low and threatening, I chuckled "teasing you? what?" acting dumb, he rolled his eyes "don't act fucking stupid, I see the looks you give me and the way you purposefully talk to guys to make me angry", "but we're just friends, aren't we Billy?" I narrowed my eyes at him.

His chest was heaving up and down, obviously angry and turned on at the same time. Unable to register everything he was feeling in the moment.

"Just chill out, I'll come back when you're not going to scream at me" I rolled my eyes, I was on my way to walk out the door but he grabbed me roughly and pinned me against the wall. "Don't fucking move." he said sternly, his voice threatening and dangerous. My eyes widened and my jaw dropped, he had never made a move this far before. It was always grabbed my waist or pulling me away, but this, this was new and I liked it.

"Okay.." I said quietly.

Without hesitation he smashed his lips into mine, grabbing the back of my head roughly, his movements passionate and desperate. I wrapped my arms around his neck, tugging at his hair slightly as his other free hand roamed my body.

"You wanna act like a fucking tease? Fine..but i'm not letting it slide" he muttered against my lips, lifting me up and laying us down on the couch, not breaking the kiss for even a second.

"I should do that dance every time we perform dogs unleashed shouldn't I, if it makes you this mad" I smirked, pulling away from the kiss. He only got more mad and tugged at my mini skirt, pulling it off with one swift motion, pressing his fingers against the wet patch on my panties. "Already wet huh? You get excited on making me this fucking angry?" he grabbed a fistfull of my hair, pulling on it as I moaned, nodding.

He chuckled menacingly and removed my panties, rubbing in between my folds and then shoving his 2 slender fingers into my pussy, causing me to gasp at the sudden intrusion. "Fuck!" I groaned as he pumped his fingers in and out, curling his fingers at my g spot.

"So fucking good! Holy fuck!" I moaned a bit too loudly, he pressed his lips onto mine again, "shut up.." he muttered lowly. I smirked against his lips and moaned into the kiss, giving him permission to slip his tongue in my mouth. Our tongues fought for dominance, his movements in my pussy only getting harder and faster.

"G'nna cum.." I squeaked, looking up at him. He grinned, going faster, curling his fingers harder. I whimpered softly, throwing my head back and cumming on his fingers, my legs twitching slightly as he pulled his fingers out.

He put his fingers to his mouth, licking all the slick that was on it. "mm.." he closed his eyes, obviously savouring the taste of my juices.

I reached over and unbuckled his belt, sliding his pants down. He helped by taking them off, leaving him in his boxers. My pussy ached for his cock, my clit swollen and needy.

He could tell, moving closer and rubbing his clothes erection against my clit, small moans leaving my mouth as I bit down onto his shoulder. "Just put it in me.." I grunted, thrusting my hips up.

"So desperate, are we?" he chuckled, continuing to tease me. I was getting frustrated and he knew it, continuing to tease me. I guess this was my punishment for being a teasing bitch for so long. I whimpered and tried to pull out his cock, instead of him complying and putting me out of my misery he slapped my hands away. "You don't just get to be a tease and get what you want, don't even fuckng try" he growled lowly, continuing to rub his erection against my pussy.

After 10 minutes of teasing me, my pussy was throbbing violently, I needed something, anything to put me out of my misery. This was literal torture.

I cried out "just fuck me already! I get it, I'm a tease!", he smirked "that's what I wanted to hear" he pulled his cock out and allinged himself with my entrance. Pushing in slowly, every inch agonizing.

"Fuck! Too much!" I whimpered, his cock too big for my hole. He grunted, trying to push more in "shut up! You wanted this, so you're getting it!" he finally bottomed himself out, retracting his cock before slamming it back in, starting off with a brutal pace.

He grabbed my legs and pulled me closer, pounding his cock into my pussy, hitting that gummy spot in me repeatedly. "Holy fuck!" I moaned, his hands moved to my top, taking it off and playing with my tits. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him in closer.

He grazed his thumb against my nipples, teasing them. I cried out in pleasure as he started to suck my nipples, licking and biting them softly.

His pace became even harsher, abusing my hole. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him in and kissing him roughly, slobbering all over each others mouthes.

His cock formed a buldge on top of my stomach, it slowly bobbed up and down as he thrusted in and out of me. He chuckled and pressed down on it, causing me to moan loudly, rolling my eyes back.

He did that a few more times before I smacked his arm "stop!" I rolled my eyes, he grinned and continued to ram his cock into me. A familiar knot started to form in my stomach, coiling down to my core.

"Fuck! I'm gonna cum!" I screamed out in pleasure, holding onto him tightly as I dug my nails into his back, cumming all over his length. He moaned loudly, feeling my pussy clench against his cock, releasing all of his thick cum into my pussy. He fell forward, collapsing onto me as we tried to regain our breaths.

After we put our clothes back on and went back outside everyones eyes widened at both of us. "Had a fun time in there?" Tom smirked, I rolled my eyes "shut up Tom" walking off to get something to drink, Bill trailing behind me.

E/N: I LOVE THIS, I THINK ITS MY BEST FIC YETTTT

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Wait for your love.

Content Warnings: billy being TOXICCCC, gaslighting, reader being lowkey delusional, mentions of drinking and an addiction (angst is my best friend😘)

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Y/N: “Everything with Billy was perfect at first.”

“He did everything ‘right’.”

“Dates to the beach, to the drive-in, dinner dates, late night drives, listening to music in the middle of the night, holding each other in bed, make out sessions in the back of his car. He would buy me endless gifts. New records, jewelry, clothes, and shoes. Even small things like his guitar picks. He did everything to make it seem like he really liked me…”

She sighs. “At the time, Billy always said I was “his girl.”But he never said that he was my…boyfriend. I had to remind about myself that a lot.”

“But my god it was hard to do that.”

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“How are you not hot in that coat? It’s like a million degrees outside.” Warren says, pushing your forehead back.

You swat his hand away. “How are you not cold on stage without a shirt?”

Warren rolls his eyes, Karen and Graham both snicker, Eddie smiles slightly. You were at the studio for two reasons today. To watch the band as they rehearsed, and for Billy.

As you all continued talking and laughing, you heard the door swing open.

“There’s my girl” Billy says as he walks towards you. He wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you close to him. Leaning down, he kisses you. You hook your arms around his neck as he deepens the kiss.

For a few seconds you both are practically making out infront of the band. But it feels like it’s just the two of you in the studio.

Billy pulls away slightly and grins. “I got you something”

“Really?” you beam up at him.

Removing one of his hands from your waist, digging into his pocket as he still keeps a possessive grip on you. He pulls out a simple chain with a heart charm on the end. He dangles it infront of you and gives you a smug smile.

“It’s so pretty…I love it” you say, reaching out for it.

Before you can grab it, Billy takes your shoulders and turns you around and puts the necklace around you.

“Just wait, it gets better”

Reaching into his shirt he pulls out his own necklace. A guitar pic that has a heart carved out of it.

He brings you close and gently takes the heart charm of your necklace. He places it in his, a perfect fit.

Your heart flutters and you smile widely at him.

“Oh Billy….”

He grins. “I had them made just for us. Just for me and my girl”

“I love it. I love it so much, thank you” you say, leaning in close to him.

And just like that you feel both his hands return to your waist and the two of you are back to kissing.

You hear Eddie clear his throat loudly.

“I don’t mean to interrupt this— whatever this is. But we do have to rehearse for the show we’re playing tonight” Eddie says in a cold tone.

Billy pulls away from your lips first, but doesn’t let go of your waist. “You got a problem or something Eddie?”

You feel Billy’s grip tighten on your waist.

“Billy, Eddie’s right, go rehearse”you put a hand on his cheek. “We’ll spend some time together later” you say, gazing into his eyes.

He nods his head. “Yeah…yeah okay” he says, letting go of your waist and walking away from you.

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Y/N: “….I don’t think everyone was keen on me seeing Billy.”

“Actually, I don’t think anyone was. Karen, Daisy, Eddie, and Graham. Hell, I don’t think Teddy liked it. I think Warren just didn’t care.”

Karen: “I was the first person to tell y/n not to get involved with Billy.”

“But I wasn’t the first to tell Billy to stay the hell away from her.”

Warren: “She said I didn’t care?” he scoffs. “Believe me I cared. I knew what Billy was like. Playing with girls hearts, getting what he wanted from them and then tossing them aside.”

“I told him to stay away from her and that if he ever hurt her he had something else coming for him.”

Daisy: “Actually, I first I didn’t mind it.”

“It seemed like they really cared for each other. And they just seemed…right together. But of course Billy was Billy. So no. I didn’t like their relationship, but I had no place to say anything.”

Graham: “I knew what Billy was like. I knew what he was like but I didn’t say anything to either of them. I felt like it wasn’t my place.”

“I wish I had said something.”

Eddie: “I hated them together. She was too good for him. Too kind, too sweet, too…too perfect. A girl like that shouldn’t have been with Billy”

Y/N: “I don’t know what was going on in my head.”

“I had an idea of what a relationship with Billy would be like. I would have to deal with the groupies, the media, the fans…”

“But it’s like…it’s like I was addicted to him. Everytime we would kiss, it was so…intoxicating”

“I just romanticized every little thing he would do, which made me fall deeper in love with him.”

“Maybe that’s what clouded my judgement. Maybe that’s what prevented me from seeing the red flags.”

“I was just…so desperate to stay with him. I wanted his attention. I wanted his love.”

“And at first, that’s what Billy was willing to give me.”

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Rehearsals had ended and everyone had gone home for the day. They wanted to relax before the gig tonight.

You and Billy were in his room making out.

He had you in his lap, your legs wrapped around his waist.

“You’re so pretty…” he mumbles against your lips.

Your heart flutters, you were like putty in his arms. He moved from your lips to your neck. Your hands tangling in his curly hair.

“So fucking pretty…and you’re all mine…You’re all mine yea?” he whispers.

You nod your head and kiss him. “All yours Billy.”

“That’s right…you’re mine. My girl.” he rasps.

The rest of the afternoon was spent wrapped in his sheets and in his embrace. It was perfect. Even after the show, instead of running off and getting high, he came home with you. He went to bed with you. He spent the night cuddling with you.

He was with you.

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Y/N: “Despite never making…whatever we were official, he was very public with our situation.”

“I don’t remember how many times we would go out and then the next morning we would see our faces in the tabloids and papers.”

“We never thought much of it since we never made the front page.”

“Until we did.”

“Every time, Billy put the blame on me for it. And I would just…take the blame and be the one to apologize to him.”

“The first time was in September of ‘76, after labor day I think, when some magazine made up some story that me and Billy had gotten engaged.”

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You were in the kitchen with Karen and Graham.

Karen was sitting at the table with you and Graham was at the counter, pouring himself a bowl of cereal. Warren and Eddie were both still asleep in their rooms, and Daisy was passed out on the couch.

You had all been at a party last night. No one remembers what time you got back, but you all woke up in the house, so there was no reason to worry.

You started hearing footsteps, no stomping coming towards the kitchen.

Billy appears with something rolled up in his hand. He looks visibly pissed.

“Billy, are you okay?” you say as you give him a concerned look.

He stomps over to the table and stands in front of you.

“What the hell is this?” he says angrily, slamming a paper down in front of you.

You look up at him confused and take the paper into your hands.

Oh shit.

Insider Info: Rockstar Billy Dunne and Upcoming Star Y/N L/N Engaged?

See pages 6-7 to read full story!

“Answer my fucking question!”

“I don’t know what this is! What makes you think I would know?”

He scoffs. “Says that the reporter got a personal statement from y/n l/n herself.”

You look at him in disbelief. No way he would believe that.

“You don’t….You don’t actually believe that do you?” you scoff.

“Oh I don’t know. You did split apart from the group yesterday at the party. Who knows what you were doing.”

“To use the fucking bathroom!” you shout at him. You were pissed now.

“Yea sure. Maybe you talked to some reporter while you “went to the bathroom” and you can’t remember because you were so fucking wasted.” he says harshly.

“Don’t even go there Billy. You were more wasted than I was.”

“You know, I don’t see you denying anything.”

You scoff again and shake your head. “You really think I talked to some reporter last night?”

Billy stands there and crosses his arms, he doesn’t utter another word.

“Wow. Okay.” you say, getting up from your seat and leaving the kitchen.

Billy follows you out of the kitchen and to the patio.

He calls out your name but you don’t respond.

Grabbing your arm and he pulls you close to him. He tilts your chin up so you look him in the eye. “Baby, please you gotta understand that this isn’t a good look for me or you. People don’t wanna see someone like me engaged. And I doubt that anyone would want to see you engaged yet either.”

“You know if you did talk to a reporter I wouldn’t be mad right? Maybe you did talk to one but you didn’t know they were a reporter.”

You look at him with an apologetic look. “I’m sorry…Maybe I did. I just— I can’t remember. I had a lot to drink last night.”

He pulls you close to his chest and plants a kiss on the top of your head. “I know baby…I know. It’s alright. It’s not your fault.”

He pulls away slightly and looks you in the eye.

“How ‘bout we got out tonight. Just you and me? You can choose what we do.”

You smile and nod your head.

“That sounds perfect to me”

Billy smiles back at you and kisses you.

That feeling of being pissed at Billy was now long gone.

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Y/N: “I look back on that first time a lot .”

“I realize that I let myself get talked into apologizing for something I didn’t do.”

Billy: “I definitely…overreacted.”

“…Okay I really overreacted. I admit it. There’s no excuse for that.”

Karen: “He was an ass about it.”

“He should be lucky that the papers thought that someone like y/n would agree to marrying him.”

Y/N: “The second time was more…”

“I actually don’t know how to describe it.”

“He just…gave me the silent treatment this time. And then he exploded.”

“It happened about a month after the engagement rumor.”

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You had just gotten back home from thrifting with Karen. 
Things had been going well with Billy. He had been spending time with you, unexpectedly buying you gifts. He was perfect.

Walking into Billy’s room you saw him lying on the bed. You plopped your bags down and slipped off your shoes.

You noticed that he hadn’t spoken or said hi to you yet.

“I got you something from the store” you say sitting on the bed and putting a hand on Billy’s back.

He shrugs your hand off and rolls over.

Just from that single action you felt your heart drop to your stomach.

Had you done something wrong? Did you say something bad? Did you do something earlier that made him mad?

Your head fills with those thoughts as you stand from the bed.

“Karen told me that the show got canceled for tonight…so I was thinking if you maybe wanted to see a movie”

Billy only grunts and shakes his head in response.

“Um…okay then. I’m gonna go take a shower…then I guess we can maybe cuddle?”

Again. No response from Billy.

You start to head for the bathroom, looking once back at Billy.

Once you’ve finished showering and getting dressed, you lay down next to Billy.

You place your head on his shoulder and plant small kisses on it.

Billy moves away from you, making you even more confused.

You sit up. “Billy. Please talk to me. Did I do something wrong?”

Billy sighs and sits up. He grabs a magazine from the nightstand and tosses to you.

Star Y/N L/N seen out and about with mystery man in downtown L.A!

“Who is that with you.” he says, pointing at the man.

You look at the picture closely. “That’s— that’s just Warren, Billy.”

“Don’t lie to me.”

“It is! I was out with Warren earlier this week looking for some new clothes!”

“Don’t fucking lie to me!” he shouts as he stands up from the bed.

“I’m not lying Billy!” you say, also standing up from the bed.

Billy scoffs. “I can’t believe you. You go out with some guy, probably fuck him and then you come back here, to my house.”

“To my fucking room, in my fucking bed.” he mutters as he makes his way to the closet.

You stand there confused. “Billy I didn’t—“

“You know, maybe you should leave and go be with that guy, yea?” he shouts, throwing a suitcase onto the floor.

“Start packing your shit!” he yells

You see him grabbing and throwing your stuff from the closet. You stand there, frozen for just a moment. You can feel the tears in your eyes start to flow.

You go to your knees and scramble to try to fix your clothes.

After what feels like an eternity, Billy stops.

The only sounds coming from the room are your cries.

“Hey, hey, baby, come. Come here” Billy says softly as he walks towards you.

He crouches down and wraps his arms around you. You instantly cling to him, burying your face in the crook of his neck.

“Look at me. Come on, look at me baby.” he says, tilting your head up.

“You know how bad this will look for the both of us? Who knows what people will say about me, about you. You gotta be careful when you go out baby, these paps are crazy.”

“I’m sorry— I’m sorry. Me and Warren should’ve been more careful. I’m sorry”

Billy shushes you and strokes your hair. “Shh…it’s okay. It’s okay. Come on, come on let’s go back to bed and cuddle. We’ll clean this up later”

He helps you stand up and guides you to the bed.

Wrapping his arms around you again, he spends the rest of the night whispering sweet nothings to you, peppering your face with kisses and promising you that you two would go to the beach in the morning.

He kept that promise. And everything was perfect again.

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Karen: “The relationship between Billy and Y/N wasn’t healthy.”

“Y/N was blind to Billy’s red flags and Billy took advantage of that.”

“In almost every arguement they had Y/N would be the one apologizing. Even when it wasn’t her fault.”

Eddie: “It was hard to watch. It was hard to see Billy start a fight with Y/N and see her apologize.”

“It was hard to see her go from happy with Billy one day to seeing her miserable the next.”

“It was even harder to see Billy drag her into an addiction.”

AFTER A MILLION YEARS. ITS OUT. ITS FINALLY OUT!!! can’t wait to start the next chapter cause it’s finally time for reader to fall off the tracks a little 😋 (hopefully i won’t take too long this time :P)

[spoopydooblr]

Demons | Chapter 1

Pairing: Billy Butcher (The Boys) x Supe!OC

Summary: Over a year ago, Lilith Murphy escaped the experiments and torture of the Sage Grove Center. After laying low and stripping at Super Girlz, she’s found by Billy and The Boys.

Warnings: descriptions of sex work, sexual violence, sexual themes, mental illness, eventual smut (!)

AN: omggggggggg so anyways….here’s ch 1! get excited y’all!!! please do let me know what you think! comments and likes keep me writing lol

Lilith Murphy was running late. So late that her boss at Super Girlz even noticed.

“You’re on in ten, Murph.” He grumbled, barely looking up at her as she entered the back office.

“Sorry, won’t happen again.” She breathed, pushing past him. They both knew it would definitely happen again.

Her manager grunted in response, staring down at his nude magazine.

Lili made her way to the dressing room, smiling curtly to the other girls as she made her way to a chair. She wasn’t really close with any of them—Lili preferred to stay on the outside. It was safest there.

The reflection in the mirror was a sore sight—her red hair was a mess and she still had last night’s makeup on. Smudges of black lined her eyes while leftover glitter stuck to her cheeks. She took a makeup wipe from her bag and wiped her face, preparing it for another night of heavy makeup and sparkles.

The routine was the same every night now. Lili was basically nocturnal at this point, her sleep schedule a mess and social life nonexistent. But she had to be there, it was the only way to survive after escaping Sage Grove.

It was hard for Lili to believe it had been over a year since the facility got broken into by some randos. She had been stuck there for years, enduring endless pain and torture because of the abilities she possessed.

Now wasn’t much different, though. The endless pain and torture didn’t stop, even now that she was free.

She was so used to pain she felt numb.

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“Are you sure this is it?” Hughie asked as Billy pulled the car up to a dark alleyway.

“This the address Mallory gave me.” He grumbled, done with Hughie’s shit.

Hughie felt a shiver down his spine. They were in the middle of a bad neighborhood, about to walk down an alleyway.

“And you’re sure she’s here?”

“What I just tell ya? She’s here.”

Hughie gulped as Butcher led the way into the alley. Black clouds looked over the city. They reached a locked metal door, to which Billy banged on.

A disgruntled man swung the door open.

“Password?”

Hughie looked expectantly to Billy.

“Sixty-nine.” He said.

The man nodded and led them inside a dark room.

“The girls start in five.” He told them, pressing a button and opening another, more heavy door.

Inside, pink and purple lights filled the dark space. Supes were all over, sitting at the bar and on luxurious couches.

“What is this place?” Hughie whispered to Butcher.

“You never been to a supe club before, kid?”

He shook his head. Billy chuckled, looking around. “You ever been to a regular club?”

Hughie laughed nervously. “Um, no.”

“Well, maybe if yer lucky, one of these broads will give ya a wank.”

“I don’t know if I—“ Hughie started, hesitating when the lights started to go down.

“Stay close.” Billy said, walking towards a stage in the middle of the room. It was crowded, but they were able to find room towards the front.

“Butcher, I don’t know if we have time to watch the dancers—“

“Would ya fucking shut it, Hughie?”

“But where’s…uh…where is she?”

Billy didn’t have time to answer as music erupted from the speakers.

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“Are you ready?” A voice boomed from the stage. A twinky-looking EmCee had appeared.

The crowd erupted, the men almost feral for the girls that were about to come out.

“Introducing…the Super Girlz!”

The crowd once again went nuts, hooting and hollering.

Hughie looked at Billy, who kept his eyes on the stage, smirking. Work could sometimes have a little play, right?

The lights went off and everything was black. Hughie wondered if they had stumbled into the wrong place.

Pink lights flooded the stage as three girls stepped into view. They were all clad in lingerie, barely covering their asses. The men around them were practically frothing at the mouth.

Rap music started to play and the three girls began their routine, but something was missing. It was almost like they were waiting for someone. They shook their asses in a line, staring seductively into the crowd.

From the behind the stage curtain, a long, pink tongue appeared, snaking around the girls. The tongue licked one of the dancers on the cheek and she grinned.

A man next to Hughie hollered at the girls. It was all so, so weird. Who was the owner of this tongue?

Suddenly, the tongue snapped back into the curtain. The purple fabric was pushed to the side and a new girl appeared.

“Is that…” Hughie whispered.

Billy just smiled, keeping his eyes on the girl with the tongue. He had never seen her in person—just her mugshot in the file Mallory had given him. She was beautiful, of course, but he wasn’t expecting her to be that beautiful. And that body…

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Lili stepped out of the curtains, her heart audibly beating. All of the Supes around her could probably hear it.

It was so embarrassing to be nervous every show, but she couldn’t help it. One, she was on the run, and two, it was scary to be naked in front of randos.

Her outfit tonight was an all black bikini, contrasting her fellow dancers’ pink sets. The bottoms were definitely too small and the top barely covered her nipples, but Lili didn’t mind. Less clothes was equal to more tips.

The men in front of the stage cheered for her, sticking out their tongues. It was something her regulars did, thinking she would appreciate the solidarity. She didn’t.

Lili started her routine, dancing along with the other girls and showing off her twisty tongue. She had told her boss that elastic tongue was her only ability, which he was fine with. The other girls barely had powers in the first place. If only they knew who she really was.

Each girl took their turn doing a small solo for the men, grabby hands pushing dollars into their underwear.

Lili stretched her tongue in her mouth, moving her hips to the beat.

When it was her turn, she let her tongue fly, the pink thing seemingly having a mind of its own. The men yelled, begging for it to touch them. She smirked, letting her tongue lick at her own thighs as she knelt, ass out.

Her hands went up to cup her tits, swinging her head around, letting her bright hair flow.

The crowd was getting crazier, as they usually did, but she didn’t mind. It was easy money.

Hands reached out to her, stuffing one’s into her bra. Lili smiled seductively, her tongue also grabbing dollars out of the air.

She was almost done with her routine when she saw a large, strong hand reaching with a twenty.

Lili looked up, mostly expecting some old, rich creep. Instead, her blood ran cold.

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Sage Grove, 1 year ago

Lili sat in a damp, cold room. They had just done one of their “sessions”, which was basically just legal torture. The doctors at Sage Grove had specific instructions for her, because of her background. She was apparently too powerful for V experiments. Instead, the doctors at the facility did the opposite, pumping her full of V Inhibitor to control her powers. She felt weak and tired all the time, her once great powers pouring out of her like blood.

She sat on the icy floor, wishing that tomorrow would be the day that the V finally killed her.

Suddenly, sirens wailed from outside. The door to her room opened, but no one was there. Carefully, she got up and walked to the doorway, eyes widening at what she saw.

Patients ran through the halls, their various powers surging. Lili smiled, she was finally free.

She sprinted down the hallway, unsure if her powers would even work. The V Inhibitor was still in her system, slowing her down.

The front of the facility was open, with patients causing chaos all over. She could’ve probably beat the shit out of anyone there, but that would make her more of a target than she already was.

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The minute the grass touched her feet, Lili felt like she was home already. Not that she had a home, but if she did. She pondered her next move, the idea of a home on her mind as she ran through the forest.

Then gunshots rang in her ears. Lili ran to the nearest tree, hiding behind it as she searched for the origin of the sound. Fifty feet away, one of her friends lay on the ground, bullet holes in his chest. She gasped, looking to the assailant. A man in a Hawaiian shirt held a smoking AK. Next to him was a blonde woman who kind of looked like Starlight.

No, no. That was Starlight.

What was she doing at Sage Grove with a mysterious gunman?

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Lili couldn’t forget a face.

Like literally. Her brain was so powerful she remembered most things.

The face of the man in front of her was the same as the gunman from Sage Grove. Sure, he was hot, but he murdered a kid. Why was he, and the twink next to him, at Super Girlz?

Lili took the money from him, shoving it in her bra and backing up.

He stared her down like she was some kind of prey.

Lili turned, her nerves almost ruining the other dancer’s routine. She had to go. Now.

The dance was almost over and sure, her boss would be mad she left, but Lili was in danger. Even if the guy didn’t want to kill her, he was surely being followed. The Seven had their ways.

Lili left the stage, her stilettos clicking on the floor as she ran to the dressing room.

“Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck…” she mumbled, trying to grab her clothes and bag. She couldn’t be on the run in lingerie.

“Well, well, well, look what we have ‘ere.” A British accent perked her ears. Lili turned, heart dropping.

“Who are you?” She pushed. “What the fuck do you want from me?”

Billy looked her up and down, eyes lingering a little too much on her tits.

“Just a little chat, right Hughie?” He motioned to the skinny man next to him.

“Uh, uh yeah.”

“Whatever you want from me, I don’t have it.”

Butcher took a step closer. “We don’t want nothing from ya, love. Just a little help, that’s all.”

“Help?”

Billy smirked. “I got a tip that a little lassie gave Homelander a run for his money few years ago.”

Fuck. Lili’s body went rigid. Her mouth dried. “Well then you got the wrong girl.”

Butcher laughed. He got even closer.

“Nah. I think we got ‘er right here.” He stared into her eyes. If she wasn’t on the run, she’d consider it a tender moment.

Billy paused. “Eh, Demoness?”

The nickname stung her like a fucking wasp.

“Don’t call me that.” She spat.

“Ah, there’s the spunk!” Billy turned to Hughie.

“Who the fuck are you?”

“M’ sorry love, how rude of me.” He stepped forward, again. “I’m Billy Butcher, and this here,” he clapped the twink on the shoulder. “This is Hughie Campbell.”

“Okay, and?” Lili looked past the men and to the door. “How the fuck did you find me?”

“Not hard when ya stripping around in ya knickers and using that tongue of yours.”

Rude, but true. Lili shivered, crossing her arms in front of her breasts. She was still practically naked. Again, Butcher’s gaze lingered a bit too long.

“You two enjoy the show?” She spit back, turning to grab her clothes.

“Eh, seen better.” Butcher replied. Hughie looked uncomfortable.

Lili scoffed. “Sure.” She rummaged through her bag, desperate to cover up. “Doesn’t matter anymore, though, does it?”

Butcher was silent. Lili took a step towards him, almost as tall as him with her heels. “When The Seven finds me, which they will, no thanks to you, they will kill me.”

“That’s why we’re here first, love.”

Lili almost pressed her thighs together at the nickname. “And what makes you think I’ll come with you?”

Billy laughed. “You got anotha option?”

Lili thought for a second. She really didn’t have another option, but Billy and Hughie were still suspicious to her. How did they find out about her in the first place?

“I—“ she started, but before she could get the words out, the door to the dressing room burst open.

For the second time that night, Lili’s blood ran cold. In the doorway stood The Deep.

“Lilith!” He said, seemingly relieved to see her.

Frankly, Lili was too stunned to speak.

“Ah, how nice of you to join us!” Billy said, standing in front of Lili. She didn’t expect him to try and protect her. “Looks like you were searchin’ for the little lady here too.”

He looked past Billy. “I’ve been worried sick about you!”

Lili rolled her eyes. “I’m fine, Kevin.”

Billy looked back to Lili, giving her a questioning look.

“N-no you’re not! Look at you, Lil!” He motioned to her bra and panties. “Why didn’t you find me when you escaped?”

Something inside of her snapped. After the years and years of torture, she was finally free. There was nothing holding her back from finally showing The Deep what she was made of. No Homelander watching over her or power inhibitors.

“You don’t fucking own me.” She spat.

“But, but I thought—“

“You fucking raped me, Kevin!”

Billy turned to Lili, then to The Deep.

Lili could hear his heartbeat pick up.

“The fuck ‘e talking about, Lili?”

She ignored him. Fight now, traumatic backstory later.

“I did not!” The Deep wined. “Why does everyone say that?”

“Maybe because yer a fuckin serial rapist bastard, ever think about tha?”

Lili felt her hands get hot. Oh no. She hadn’t felt her powers in a long time. The energy surged through her body, lighting her nerves up. Her heartbeat rang in her ears. There was no doubt The Deep could hear it, too.

“Lili, please.” He begged her. “Come back with me.”

“Never.”

“Please?” He pouted.

“The lady said no, Kevin.” Billy smirked, stepping towards The Deep.

They stared each other down. Lili didn’t know if Billy or Hughie were Supes. If they weren’t, it was going to be up to her to defeat The Deep. Her hands heated up more.

“Kevin.” She said, pushing past Billy. “You need to go.”

“Lilith—“

“Now!” She yelled, hands lighting on fire. Long, pointed fingernails grew from her fingers. Her eyelids flickered, revealing blood red irises, contrasting to her usual ocean blue.

Billy lunged back, but was unsurprised by her power. He must’ve read her file.

She spoke through new, pointed teeth, with a deeper, more ominous voice.

“If you don’t leave, I’m going to have to fucking kill you.” She couldn’t help the way she was feeling. After years and years of repressing her powers and taking the V Inhibitor, Demoness was back.

“Lili, baby—“ The Deep had only seen her powers once, ten years ago.

Lili opened her mouth, half expecting her tongue to slide out like a big joke. Instead, she breathed fire, flames shooting out of her mouth.

The Deep barely got out of the way before the fire scorched him. He fell to the ground.

“Fuck! What the fuck!”

“Get out!” She yelled.

The Deep scrambled up, grabbing the door handle.

“And Kevin,” Lili smiled with her fangs. “Do tell Homelander I’m back,” she looked to Billy, then back to The Deep. “Tell him I’m coming for him.”

Billy smiled to Hughie, who looked terrified. Lili forgot he was even there.

“Y-you can’t defeat him. He’s too powerful.”

Lili laughed, entire body in flames now. “Well a girl can try, right?”

“Lili—“

“No. Fuck you. Get out!” She shot fire from her hands, burning his skin.

The Deep crawled away, leaving an ablaze Lili with Billy and Hughie.

“Fuck.” She whispered, the fire on her body dying out. It was exhausting being a supe. Lili felt her body relax, but the relief was too much and she faltered, barely able to catch herself.

“Haven’t used those powers in a minute, huh?” Butcher grabbed her shoulder.

Lili’s eyelids fluttered. She was not going to pass out in front of a sexy older man.

“Uhh—“

“Here.” Butcher shrugged off his long black coat. “Don’t want ya lookin like a whore when ya meet the boys.”

He said that, though she could tell he would rather have her in her underwear (or nothing at all).

The boys?

[greyghoulclub]

Rock you like a hurricane

Au where Eddie is a famous rockstar in the 90s and Billy is a groupie for Corroded Coffin. They meet after a show in Cali and Eddie gets his shit schlonked silly.

Characters: Billy Hargrove, Eddie Munson

Ship: mungrove (Billy Hargrove x Eddie Munson)

Fandom: Stranger Things

r-18, Billy antis DNI.

San Diego 1993, 

Corroded Coffin was one of the biggest bands of the relatively unknown Indiana metal scene. They had exploded onto the scene with big hits like, “Bat from Hell” and “Stressed, Depressed, Possessed”. This was in no doubt helped by their charismatic frontman Eddie Munson. The man was a demon on the guitar, with endless energy that some wondered what he was on and if they could have some.

Billy had, by some miracle, managed to get tickets to the very quickly sold-out San Diego show. He sometimes had to pinch himself to remember that it was real and he was going. 

“You just have a crush on the guitarist,” Max had remarked when they had met for coffee. Although Billy had vehemently denied it, the redhead raised a knowing eyebrow. “Don’t think I haven’t seen the shrine you have in your bedroom.” 

Billy choked on his coffee, “It’s not a shrine! It’s just a couple of posters, Max,” he knew he couldn’t really get one over on Max, she knew how to read him too well. 

“Yeah right, and I’m the queen of England. What’s the big deal? They’re just a band.” Max downed the last of her coffee and looked to Billy for an answer to her question. Billy did not have one. “I knew it.”

Max, for all her teasing, did genuinely care for her brother and was never malicious. She left a twenty dollar bill on the table and grabbed Billy’s arm, “to get you ready to see your crush” she had said. 

****

The crowd was already swarming around the stage of the venue, anticipating the arrival of the band. Most were decked out in merch, leather, and battle jackets. Billy was about four rows from the barrier but he was ready to fight his way to the front if needed. His hands shook as he tried to get a flame going on his zippo, he swore under his breath as he tried again. 

“Here,” a voice said to his right and offered their lit cigarette so Billy could use the tip to light his own. 

“Thanks,” he grumbled, taking a drag and feeling the nicotine hit settle into his system. 

“No problem Blondie,” the helpful stranger replied and walked towards the stage. From behind, Billy could’ve sworn it was Eddie Munson. 

****

A guitar squealed from the direction of the stage, the supporting band starting their set, one of the bands from the local circuit. Billy tapped his foot in time with the music, not really paying attention. His gut was swarming with butterflies from maybe talking to Eddie Munson, and ok it might have been just what he would’ve said to anyone else who was having problems with a lighter but he called him Blondie. Surely that meant something right? Was he thinking too much into this? Probably. Is he going to think about that when he jerks off when he gets home? More likely than you think.  

Before he knew it, the supporting band were done, and Corroded Coffin was taking the stage. Eddie swaggered onstage with the confidence that was only reserved for rockstars. He was wearing ripped black jeans and a Black Sabbath tank top with a chain around his neck. Billy was sure he was wearing eyeliner too. Not enough to be obvious but you could see it if you paid attention. 

“Hello, San Diego!” he yelled into a microphone. The crowd yelled back with just as much enthusiasm. The excitement in the air was palpable. 

“Thanks for coming out tonight, we’re Corroded Coffin!”

“I love you Eddie!” someone in the crowd shouted out. 

“I love you too! Now, are we ready to get this show on the road?”

The crowd screamed as the opening drum beats of ‘Upside Down’ started, and the lights around the stage dimmed to red, bathing the band members in a ghoulish hue. Eddie’s fingers flew over the frets of his guitar, his iconic custom NJ warlock, Eddie was in his element. A born performer, side gig in making panties fall to the floor. 

Billy had been shoved to the front by some bigger guys that had been behind him, and he would’ve turned to kick their teeth in if they hadn’t given Billy such a good view. He was within arms reach of the stage and Eddie’s eyeliner was even hotter close-up. Of course, his horny brain took over and thought of the ways that he would mess up that eyeliner, and have it drip down Eddie’s face as he gagged on his cock. 

Yeah, that was a thought for later. 

While Billy was thinking about the things he’d do to Eddie, he didn’t see Eddie looking back at him.

****

The rest of the show was high energy, high noise, and some high people. Billy had seen a few blunts be passed about. He had declined himself on the fact that he had to drive home. As the rest of the crowd filtered out of the venue, Billy stopped to lean on the wall to have a smoke. He crushed the empty box in his hand, he could probably scrounge up some change to buy some more. 

“Hey, Blondie,”

Billy turned to see who was speaking to him and nearly dropped his lighter when he saw who it was. Eddie Munson. 

“Uh, hi? Needing a light?” he offered his zippo to the other man. 

Eddie laughed and waved away the lighter. “Nah, I’m good, I’ve got a different proposition for ya Blondie.”

“Huh?”

“I saw you looking during the show,” Eddie was now very close to Billy and he wasn’t sure if he was happy or if he wanted to anxiety vomit. The frontman of his favourite band is schmoozing him? That’s what it was wasn’t it? 

“So I’m thinking that you like what you see, and well so do I,” Eddie ran his finger down Billy’s chest, toying with the undone red shirt he was wearing. “You wanna come round the back with me?”

Billy didn’t need telling twice. 

****

Eddie pushed Billy against the wall, kissing down his neck, knee in between Billy’s legs. Billy groaned, wanting to grind against Eddie’s leg but Eddie had him pinned. 

“God, you’re so hot.” Eddie answered with biting into the groove between his shoulder and neck. Pleasure and pain in equal amounts that had Billy’s head spinning. 

“Ah ah Blondie I didn’t say you could touch yourself yet,” Eddie grabbed Billy’s hand away from his groin. 

“C’mon man I’m dying here,” Billy whined. Eddie had a devilish glint in his eye and was grinning like a Cheshire cat. 

“Oh wow, you are kind of a brat Blondie. Maybe you should do less talking and more sucking yeah?” Eddie said as he started to pull his hemline down, revealing a dark snail trail that got Billy all sorts of excited. 

“Goin’ commando cause you knew you were gettin’ some?” Billy teased, if Eddie said he was a brat, then by god, he was gonna be a brat. “And my name is Billy, by the way.” 

He was rewarded with a slight tug on his hair, not enough to hurt but enough to rile him up. He dropped to his knees, and opened the fly to Eddie’s jeans. He started to suckle on the tip drawing a moan from the back of Eddie’s throat, growing more confident he started taking the length into his mouth, tongue working the underside.

“So good man… so good,” Eddie tilted his head towards the night sky, hand covering his mouth to muffle his moans. 

Billy stopped for a second, but still fondled Eddie’s balls. “I wanna hear you, that shit’s hot.”

Eddie considered it before putting his hand on the back of Billy’s head and thrusting back into his mouth. Billy gagged as the tip hit the back of his throat. Tears pricked at the corners of his eyes but he didn’t stop as now he was hearing those goddamn sinful noises from Eddie. 

“God, you’re so good… Seen you at other shows in Cali, should’ve brought you back to the bus earlier.”

Billy gripped onto Eddie’s thighs for dear life, Eddie was thrusting harder, faster, absolutely wrecking his throat. He was drooling everywhere but he didn’t care, he was gonna cream his jeans if Eddie kept going like this. 

“Got those pretty dick-sucking lips,” Eddie grunted out, he was close now, he could feel the pressure building in his abdomen. “I’m gonna.. Gonna cum.”

Eddie let out a howl into the night as he came down Billy’s throat, Billy swallowed every drop. Eddie felt like he had no bones in his legs as Billy zipped him up and got off his knees. 

“So what was that about taking me back to the bus?”

[thediktatortot]

Story idea: (Billy lives, memory loss)

Come S5, Vecna no longer has a body to work from so he's forced to hop through consciousnesses of the demomonsters and once he finds one of his targets. Then he not only possesses them, but slowly destroys their mind till there's nothing left but him.

He gets to Steve eventually, taking the kids a few days to think something is weird and there's no amount of heating Steve up that will get Vecna out. It's in his head. El ends up being the one who boots vecna out of his head but there's damage done.

Steve's lost a good chunk of recent memories, various stages of his elementary years, and he's basically forgotten names of everything.

Billy encounters Steve out in the town and Steve doesn't seem to even notice him, like there's no recognition there whatsoever. Billy makes a snarky comment to see if Steve's ignoring him or just zoned out and it makes Billy feel embarrassed.

He knew what happened to Steve, knew Steve had been held up in a hospital just like he had been for a few months, but that didn't stop him from hoping it hadn't worked on him, hadn't gotten to Steve like it had for Billy.

But it had and now Steve's different.

Billy almost doesn't consider reaching out to him, so turned off by what feels like someone who had a lot more personality but is just... different. Like pivotal parts of his personality were tied to whatever it is Steve had ripped away from him.

He ends up reaching out anyway, not only angry that this happened to anyone, but grieving the loss of who he had first met. They hated each other but Billy couldn't stop thinking of Steve.

For a while Billy tries to do things with Steve that might trigger a memory or give him the kind of experience he might have had before, but Steve begins to feel what Billy's doing and gets upset.

Both of them argue it out about grief, Steve opening up for a moment about constantly grieving for who he used to be. He feels like he's always trying to create and idea, like maybe if he thinks the right things he'll grow back into that person he used to be. But he can't. It doesn't work that way.

Billy eventually thinks to himself days later that Steve is going to have conflicting emotions for him no matter if he tells Steve his feelings or not, so he decides to just tell him on one of their drives they started doing.

Billy blurts out that he'll still mourn for the old Steve for a little while, because even Steve admitted to doing the same, and that if he wants to find out who he is now, he'll help Steve figure it out.

[erixyin]

Poison Running Through My Veins | Part 3

Summary: Reader has a mental breakdown and its bad, her friends cheer her up and lots of fluffy moments with more angst thrown in. It is a short one I'm sorry! But hopefully it's something that will keep you all happy for now.

Thank you so much for al your lovey comments on tumblr and AO3, they have motivated me to keep writing. I'm sorry I'm so bad with consistency.

Warnings: eddie munson x reader, billy hargrove x reader, past relationship with billy hargrove, current relationship with eddie munson, angst, little bit of fluff thrown in, possessive! eddie, jealousy! eddie, mentions of injury, mentions of food, descriptions of injury, bruising, alluding to being sick, mentions of being ick, fluff, platonic fluff,

[lmk if I've missed anything!]

Tag List:

@sidthedollface2, @yaskna, @ancheyew, @samurai-hearts, @bucky-hydra-hoe-barnes,

Words: 1976 words

No minors allowed please and thank you.

Please do NOT repost anywhere. I will be posting on my AO3 account and linking it here.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

Seeing Robin and Steve still over by the stage. Their faces said calm, but their body language said concerned. In between listening to the hellfire club and picking at your food, you kept checking on Steve's face.

As they walked over to you guys, Max didn't say anything but gave you a small smile as she sat down. You tilted your head at Steve, but he just gave you nothing. Same with Robin you thought to yourself.

Eddie was sat next to you. Talking with the hellfire kids and acting like yesterday's explosion had never happened. Still, Steve didn't miss the way Eddie covered your wrist with his hand, exactly where the bruise was. As if to act as your little reminder. Your eyes quietly pleaded with Robin as you watched Steve shove more and more mashed potato into his mouth.

He wanted to give Dustin an excuse as to why he wasn't talking, which meant Dustin just turned to you and Eddie.

"When did you write that song you guys sang? It sounded pretty good." He gave you a little wink as to which you just chuckled. You did not miss the way Eddie's grip around your wrist tightened. "Someone almost fell off beat with the tambourine" He looked at Steve as to which Steve just sent him a middle finger with his tongue sticking out. Only earning him an eye roll in return.

"Oh I-" You looked at Robin quickly as she slightly shook her head. You weren't gonna tell him and the whole hellfire kids, but you didn't really have the best cover up answer. "I just wrote it this morning" You looked back down at your food, continuing to be disinterested in it.

"You guys have a fight?" Mike piped up, asking what all the kids were thinking. One quick glare from Eddie was all the younger boy needed to shut up again.

They had seen Eddie drive off with you in the car yesterday. They had seen your faces and the interaction with Billy. Ooo boi.

The question still lingering in the air, you realised you had waited a beat longer than you had wanted to answer, "No of course not. No, the song was about something else..." You looked at your best friends for help, but their blank stares back answered your own question.

"Something else?" Asked Dustin leaning in. He was such a little gossiper. Steve was shooting him death stares and a 'cut it out' hand gesture but Dustin was ignoring him.

"Or someone else..." Eddie muttered as he leant across and stole some of Gareth's fries. Thankfully the kids hadn't heard, but the wide eyes of the band members and the way they looked from you then back to Eddie made you swallow any words you were about to say.

"I wrote it ages ago; the lyrics were already done. It was holding me back." You tried to keep your voice normal as you could feel the rings that you loved so much on Eddie imprint onto your skin again. The bruise throbbing underneath your sleeve and you knew he knew what he was doing.

With your stomach turning, you felt your body begin to sweat. Looking around you at the familiar faces, for an escape - you felt your eyes lose focus. It felt like the whole room was swaying.

Someone was speaking at you but nothing was registering. The grip on your wrist the only thing you became aware of. The pain making you bite the inside of your cheek.

Then it felt like all eyes were on you, and still your mouth refused to function. No sound. The room swayed harder. The sounds became more muffled. You felt the pain on your wrist cease and that's when you bolted.

You hoped the words out of your mouth was some sort of excuse and not just panicked noise. Running. You were running. You didn't know where at first but your subconscious did. Muscle memory at its best. Falling back to the place you knew you could always escape to when things got too much. Shoving past people to get there fast.

Run! Just get out of here! Run!

Making it to the bathroom, you found an empty stall, thank fuck.

And then everything came out. All of the words that were said last night, all of the thoughts surrounding your head, the bruised skin on your wrist. All of the upset and the pain inside of you, you forced out through your mouth.

Once you had exhausted your body, it literally rejecting you to get rid of any more - you sat on the floor, quietly shaking. You hugged your hands around yourself and you whispered to yourself, "it's okay. It's gonna be okay. You're gonna be okay" over and over again until you would believe it.

Flashbacks to the mall and hiding from the men with guns with Robin and Steve. How you had felt so strong. And then your strength being removed from you when you saw the monstrous thing from the Upside Down in the centre of the mall. The place where you had just begun to be yourself.

The memories coming to the front of your mind in flashes. Hiding like a child. Holding yourself tight. Messy mascara falling down your tired cheeks. Billy stood there and him being teared apart. Max screaming-

You clamped your hands over your ears as if to drown out the noise. "No please no, I want to forget. I want to forget!" you half-choked out.

Remembering where you were, you quietened yourself down and went back to repeating the same thing over and over. The rest of school didn't matter. You just needed to be away from it all.

Wiping the snot from your nose on your sleeves. You rolled up both of them and looked at the two black and purple bruises, one for each wrist. You could see the indents from where his rings had embossed themselves into your skin.

Honestly, if it wasn't Eddie being the one to have done this, you would have killed the person who hurt you like this. But after everything you two had been through. And how he made you feel safe, even after the trauma of last summer.

But you never knew this side of Eddie. And you never thought he would be this way towards you.

A gentle knock from the bathroom stall door, woke you up from your thoughts. Pulling your sleeves back down, you managed a, "hello?" Your voice sounding shaky and tired.

"Is everything okay?" you heard Robin's voice on the other side. Sighing, thanful that it wasn't someone else but also taking a deep exhale trying to calm yourself down.

"Not really, no" You admitted, shakily reaching up and being just able to unlock the door without getting up fully.

The door slowly opened and Robin was there with Nancy. Seeing your face, she gave a kind smile and said, "I brought reinforcements"

Smiling back your tears returning to you except these were tears of love. Nancy held out her hand and Robin held out another and you were gently pulled to your feet by the both of them.

You were pulled into a tight hug by Nancy and you melted. Nancy wasn't the type to be physically affectionate. She was better with her words than anything. It just wasn't her love language, unlike Robin. But when you really needed a hug, Nancy would always be the first one to give it to you.

"I'm sorry-" you started to apologise but Robin shushed you gently, using a soft tissue to wipe away the dried tear stains under your eyes.

"Where do you wanna go? What do you wanna do?" Nancy asked you, looking at you directly. Her eyes filled with concern and love.

"I can't make you miss school" you looked a her worriedly.

"Oh please, anything to get out of science class with Mrs Bustleby." You heard Robin say from behind you. Her hands gently finger brushing your hair back in place.

"I wanna stay here with you guys. Wherever you go I go." Nancy looked at you, her brow furrowing as she grew more concerned. "Please." you pleaded.

You hadn't been this bad since everything that had happened. You couldn't be alone, you had stayed over at one of their houses [usually Steve's] because you couldn't sleep, the nightmares plaguing you everywhere you went.

"Okay" Nancy said finally, glancing down at your hands quickly before taking one hand and leading you outside the bathrooms.

As you opened the door you saw Steve leaning against a wall and talking with Jonathan. Both of them turned to look at you.

"You could have come in ya know" Robin said, teasing Steve. Now that you were back to focused reality, you were aware of how many people were in this corridor again. Your breathing was still shaky.

"I'm not a girl dumbass" Steve said, gesturing in a confused manner and raising his eyebrow at her.

"Never stopped you before" Nancy chimed in as to which Steve then shut up and almost went a bit red and Robin had the biggest grin on her face. Jonathan took a minute to process it before clapping Steve on the back as if to say 'You walked into that one'.

"Is everyone still at lunch or...?" You looked at Steve nervously. It's not like you were going to avoid Eddie. You just really didn't need to see him right now.

"He went off with the hellfire gang. I actually think Dustin took an emergency meeting. Kid's pretentious as fuck but he means well." You knew an 'emergency meeting' was used when it was to either talk about the Upside Down or deal with an issue.

"Part of me is kind of intrigued as to what they are saying." Robin said before realising that that would be a very bad idea.

"I'll find out later from Dustin. Or you will." He pointed at you.

Before you could ponder the thought, the bell rang. Signalling the end of lunch and soon to be science class. Steve, Robin and Nancy lead the front of the pack - as a protective shield to anyone not welcome and to guard you.

Jonathan walked beside you. Fidgeting with his hands he looked at you and then looked down, then looked back at your hands that were crossed, holding yourself up. "I've got a first aid in my car, for after school" he said quietly enough so that only the four of you could hear him.

You gave him a small smile. He then went back to being silent and you felt your breathing even out. You were just about to say thank you when you heard him say, "You have to leave him if it gets too bad. If he won't get help and he makes you empty promises, you have to leave before it gets worse."

You looked at him. You saw Nancy slightly straighten up. You didn't know Jonathan as well as the rest of the group, but you had grown closer in the last 12 months, along with Nancy. He was the only one who understand your situation with your parents. He understood and got Nancy to help get you into the trailer park when you moved out. He was one of the first to know how bad it was.

And here he was telling you the same piece of advice he told you then. You silently promised him, meeting his eyes with a look of sadness mixed with agreement. Then you both looked down as you walked into science class and managed to get the seats five seats at the back. You put your head down and dissolved into your dreamland, and for once, Eddie was not invited.

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[mercurygray]

While I'm waiting for the dust to settle on my last round of voting, I thought I'd treat you all to YET ANOTHER AU - an act never before seen on this stage! A SPACE AU.

He knew he shouldn't be here. Even if it was the officer's corridor, and he was an officer, there were cameras and monitors and the last thing any Fleet ship needed was more gossip, not when there was already enough to run a starliner into the next galaxy.

But he needed to see her.

The comm-panel hummed when he touched it, waking up to transmit his message. "Commodore Winters to see Commander Warren." And then, quieter, directly into the panel, as to the ear of a lover - "J, it's me. Please let me in."

The door slid to the side, and Dick stepped inside, letting the door close silently behind him before he took another step into the room. The lighting in the whole room was low, the internal sound system playing the Old Earth jazz she loved so much. He half expected to see a glass of wine on the table - one of her favorite vices after a long day - but the only thing he could see was a carafe of water and a small divided tray of pills, accompanied by her commpad, still displaying some typed notes from medical. He'd tried to shake down sickbay for the full report, but her staff were strangely loyal, even after all the places they'd been. "Let her tell you that, sir," Mitchell said, uncompromising. "She deserves that much."

And here they were - in her darkened quarters. His eyes gradually adjusted to the dark, finally finding the pale flash of her legs stretched out from her favorite chair. She was wearing the robe he'd bought in San Francisco the last time they'd been on leave, the deep blue one with the irises. I think this is my favorite possession, she'd said once. It feels like you. "How's the arm?" he asked, as directly as he could.

"I'll live."

God, what an answer. "I wish you wouldn't keep throwing yourself in front of things like that."

"Who else is going to?"

"Someone else who isn't in command of the whole starship, for starters. You have a crew, Joan, let them do thier jobs. It's what you trained them for, and they're good at it."

The idea looked like it pained her, and for more than a few moments she was silent. "I learned that from the best, you know."

"Yeah, well, now he's in charge of several starships," Dick replied. "And it's killing him every time he can't beam down to get you." He let that settle a moment. "So. How's the arm?"

She sniffed and held out the offending appendage, letting Dick carefully move forward, closer to her, and roll the sleeve of her robe up so he could see the damage, the red and angry inkvine welts under the transparent mediflex where the creature had attacked her, stretching from her hand all the way up the length of her arm, her skin looking for all intents and purposes like one big burn. Something in the saliva, the medbay had said, before they'd clammed up and claimed loyalty overrode an officer's privledges.

Marj had apparently spun things a little bit - this was worse even than he'd thought. He was glad Lee had shot the thing when she had, or it would have sucked Joan down whole. Mitchell down in medical could fix a lot of things, but chemical burns over an entire body would have been a tall order, even for her. "Does this hurt?" he asked, tracing his fingers as lightly as he could over the surface of the bandage-like mediflex.

"Billie's got me on some pretty serious painkillers," she admitted. "Said I'm not allowed back on the bridge for a few days and Marj will have the con." She took a deep breath. "It…it's not just on my arm, Dick."

He closed his eyes and breathed in and out, trying to calm himself so he could open the front of her robe, and draw the silk back so his eyes could follow the welts up over her shoulder and across her bare breast. He was afraid to touch any of it, because if he did that, if he followed the scars, he'd see just how close he'd come to losing her. If the poison had gone to her heart…

"Will you stop scaring me, Joanie? Please?" It was as close to begging as he would go.

When she spoke, her voice was quiet. "I can try." A pause. She gently tugged the robe back over her shoulder, tucking it down. "Were you - were you thinking of staying?" she asked, lightly, the voice she used when she was trying to make you think it didn't matter when it absolutely did. He tried not to make a face. "Not - not for that, I'm…I'm not all here, with the meds, it wouldn't - wouldn't be - good. But just to - to feel you. Please."

"I'm expected on deck in a few hours," he said, less excuse than explaination. "But I can stay." She nodded, rising stiffly from her chair, and made her way over to her bed, laying down on top of the covers so that her injured side was up and she was facing the wall. Dick eased his shoes off and carefully removed his uniform tunic before crawling in next to her, allowing her a little space.

But Joan wouldn't take it - she reached backwards and grabbed for his arm, dragging it over her body so she could hold it close, between her breasts, like a child holding a favorite toy.

He wasn't sure what made him say it, the openness of the dark and the music, or the subtle terror still surging through his body. All he knew was that it needed to be said. "I love you."

There wasn't even a pause this time. "I love you, too."

[annahxredaxted]

Old pointe shoes

Characters: milo/sweetheart

Tw:old injury

Genre: memorabilia

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Milos POV

Today was my day off. Great right? Wrong. Sweetheart, still has work so I’m stuck at home alone for 12 hours. Sure that doesn’t seem like to bad they go to work at six am and get home around six twenty pm but fuck did the days drag on when I’m alone.

-

I decided to be efficient with my day, and organize the shared closet that me and my mate utilized- let’s just say it’s not the cleanest thing in the world, but who cares, right? Wrong. I genuinely would rather eat shit right now then clean this hellhole- fuck it looks like a tornado was contained in there and just left. But his sweetheart asked if he’d do it, and there’s nothing he wouldn’t do for his sweetheart.

—

6:09pm

“BiLliE jEaN iS NoT mY lOvEr SHeS jUsT a GIrL wHo cLaIMs ThAT I Am ThE oNe,”

The shifter stopped in his tracks.

“,the hell?” I said under my breath. I picked up what seemed to be a shoe box, covered in stickers, Polaroids, tape, and random stuff. I slowly turned the box, spectating every inch before I opened it.

I opened it to see a scuffed up pair, of pointe shoes, white, with the ribbon almost falling off. They aren’t mine - definitely not.

“Who’s are these? I didn’t know they were a dancer..”

I slowly lifted one of the shoes up, sole basically falling off, careful not to damage them anymore then they were. When something caught my. eye.

It was a picture, of sweetheart in a ballet, uniform? Costume? Outfit? Fuck if I knew. The picture was beautiful, they were smiling, holding a bouquet of flowers, one hand up, looking like they were waving to the crowd.

(Author pov)

“Heh.” He was too mesmerized by the newfound discovery to hear the front door unlock.

“Hey, milo. Whatcha got there?” He suddenly jumped, turning his head, to see his mate peering over his shoulder.

“Where- where did you get that?” They asked, obviously wanting to rip the box out of his hands and yell at him to never touch that again. But they didn’t, they were calm, and patient, awaiting an explanation.

“Oh, I found it in the closet, you told me to clean, but I stumbled across it.” He said turning his full body towards them.

“Why didn’t ya ev’a tell me you were a dancer sweetheart?” He asked gently smiling, a sense of anticipation behind it.

“Oh- I dunno, never came up.” They shrugged it off, lies. They purposely kept it from milo. They didn’t want to tell him, cos they thought he’d be weirded out at them being a dancer.

“Ah, guess I should start asking ‘bout you past a little more then.” He muttered scratching the back of his neck, holding one of their most prized possession, with one hand.

Panic rose in them.

“Oh. Well uhm. Do you mind putting the shoe back. Please?” They mumbled, not wanting to embarrass milo, for crossing a line.

He could tell he struck a nerve. No matter how hard they tried to hide it. They couldn’t hide from milo. They were his mate. They couldn’t hid a zit from him, if they tried too.

Guilt overflowed his chest, he felt so bad about crossing their boundaries, that yes - weren’t technically in place yet, but he should’ve at least asked..

The shifter mused to himself, about all the better ways he could have handled the situation at hand.

“Sweetheart- baby I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to cross a line.” He blurted out quickly as they were taking the box out of his hand.

“It’s- it’s fine milo. Just ask next time. Okay?”

He smiled and nodded.

They sighed, they could obviously tell he felt bad. But they still loved him.

“Now c’mere you big goof, I just got home gimme a kiss.” They said making grabby hand at the pouty shifter

He beamed with joy, and came over to them, kissing them, he loved kissing his mate. It made him so happy. It was like a stress reliever for him.

They slowly pulled away, his hands wrapped tightly around their waist, theirs around his neck.

—-

“And so this girl, pushed me down the six foot stage and I had to get a surgery because she fucked up my ankle, and that is why I quit dancing- I didn’t want to, I just had no Choice ya’know?” They said talking with hand gestures, lying their head in their boyfriends lap.

“Hmm. She sounds like a bitch.” He said looking down at them.

“Ya I guess.”

“But I think it’s a blessing in disguise,” he started, sweethearts shocked face, was enough for him to chuckle

“, no no, I mean like if you were still a dancer, you would have nev’a met me. And I would have nev’a met you. You picking up what I’m putting down?” He asked a faint smile on his lips.

“Ya ya, I get it.” They said playfully pushing his face.

“Doesn’t mean I don’t miss it though.” They admitted

“Yeah, sometimes that’s how it is. But you can’t change the past, no matta’ how hard you may want’a ya can’t.” He said

“I know I know..” they sighed

“Hey. I love you.” He said smiling down at them, not just a cheeky grin, but a full blown smile.

“I love you to milo..”

—-

Kthxbai<333

[lexa-ocean]

So i wrote this very dumb, short Rock-Afire fic a couple of weeks ago and?? Idk, felt like sharing it.

It's based on this video that absolutely Took Me Out

Anyways fic under the cut 💖

OH WAIT before we start, couple of headcanons that i think are important context??

I write Earl as a standalone character who's not constantly attached by the hip (hand?) to Rolfe. Important bc the lil gremlin shows up and Rolfe doesn't

Beach, Dook, Mitzi and Looney are the youngest in the group and like, the most emotionally inmature there (Beach's more laidback but even he Isn't Inmune To Idiocy).

Anyways that's all for real this time. Happy reading

☆~☆~☆

One quiet evening in The Rock-Afire Explosion’s residence, Earl saw the movie he was watching interrupted by a certain polar bear collapsing onto the couch behind him.

Earl watched as Beach Bear heaved a heavy sighed, confused at this sort of behavior from the usually energetic bear, “Huh, everything fine, Beach?”

“Hm? I mean, yeah,” replied Beach after a bit, “just had a tiring day today…”

“And whatever did you do that left you so tired?”

Beach shrugged. “Just helped everyone around a bit, y’know? Fatz needed my help changing a couple of lightbulbs in the stage, Mitzi went to the library and needed me to get the books on the higher shelves, and Billy Bob brought me shopping with him.”

Earl snickered a little, “Sounds to me like everyone took advantage of your tallness today.”

“Oh, definitely,” agreed Beach. “But meh, I don’t mind helping. It’s just a little tiring…”

“So you don’t mind being pushed around by everyone, is what I’m hearing,” said Earl.

“Says the one that’s made to climb into arcade machines when something isn’t right,” Beach shoot back.

Earl frowned. “Shut it, blondie.” Beach laughed. “But seriously, man, if I were as tall as you-”

“-A physical impossibility.”

Earl did his best to stare the other down, as Beach clearly held back snickers. “Tiredness brings out your smartassery huh?” Beach shrugged with a smile. “Whatever, as I was saying, if I were that tall, no one would ever push me around. One stare down is all it would take.”

Beach raised an eyebrow, “You think?”

“Pretty sure about it.” Earl went back to watch his movie. “Maybe you should try it.”

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So that’s how, a few hours after that conversation, Beach rummaged around in the refrigerator, finding a few lonesome slices of pizza.

They weren’t his, he knew that. But he was hungry, he didn’t feel like cooking, and his conversation earlier with Earl gave him a confidence boost, so…

He heated them up, and went over to the couch to eat them, uncaring.

Dook and Mitzi, who were also in the living room, glanced over to him. “Uh… aren’t those Looney’s?” asked Dook.

“Oh, yeah?” Said Beach, with his mouth full, “well, they were all alone on the fridge.” He swallowed. “Finders keepers.”

Mitzi glanced at him. “He’s gonna be mad when he finds out…”

“Well, what’s he gonna do?” the polar asked. “He’s about the size of my forearm.”

Dook and Mitzi looked at each other, then went back to what they were doing.

It wasn’t long after that, light footsteps were heard coming down the stairs. That was followed by the noise of the refrigerator opening…

…And following that, there was a loud squawk of a voice, “Who ate my last piece of pizza?!”

“Beach Bear did it,” replied both Dook and Mitzi, before quickly stepping away from the couch.

They wanted no part in whatever was going to happen.

“Beach!” Looney came in, an angry frown in his face, sounding absolutely livid. "Why'd you eat my pizza?!"

In response, Beach Bear just stood up from the couch, arms crossing over his chest. He turned to Looney, grinning in a way that screamed ‘What are you gonna do?’

Now even angrier than before, Looney proceeded to hop onto the couch’s armrest, and before Beach could process it, the bird delivered a resounding ‘SLAP!’, which echoed around the house and made Beach drop back down on the couch.

Now under possession of the High Ground, Looney leaned over Beach, “Don’t you ever steal food from me, got it?”

Before he could respond, Looney jumped back down, muttering angrily under his breath as he walked towards the staircase leading to the basement, where he usually build stuff in.

The loud slamming of a door was heard afterwards, signaling when the furious bird reached to bottom.

There was a dead silence on the living room…

…And then, unable to help it anymore, Mitzi began giggling.

“It’s not funny,” grumbled Beach, raising a hand to his cheek.

This, naturally, only made the mouse laugh harder, and her contagious laughter soon reached Dook.

“It seriously isn’t!” Beach protested, as his friends continued to laugh.

“N-no, but it looked so funny,” Dook tried to explain between laughs, “like something out of a bad soap opera.”

“Literally just…” Mitzi clapped to tried to make her point across, then kept laughing.

Eventually, Beach began laughing as well, because, hey, he did have that one coming.

And he had to admit, now that he thought about it, it probably did look funny.

He sat straight against the couch, letting his friends flop down besides him.

“Why did you even think that was a good idea?” Mitzi inquired, after she calmed down a little.

“Well, Earl told me-”

“That was your mistake, you should never take advice from Earl,” Dook said, half jokey and half serious.

Mitzi nodded, “His ‘advice’ on how to deal with a bully is how I got my first ever detention.”

“Such a terrible fate for straight A student Mitzi,” joked Beach. Mitzi hit him lightly in the arm in retaliation. “Well, I’ll always remember this lesson…”

“Don’t listen to Earl,” said Dook.

“And don’t ever eat someone else’s pizzas,” completed Beach.

“By now, you should have known that stuff is sacred in this household,” Mitzi replied, and Beach had to admit she was right.

[aci32]

POSSESSED/KREATOR/TESTAMENT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Hey everyone here's my 12th review of 2024, Possessed/Kreator/Testament!!!!!! This was the first time in a long time I've gone to a show where all 3 bands have been fantastic from start to finish. I was definitely glad I went to this show as it helped me blow off some steam after being under a lot of stress for the past while. This was also the first time I've gone to History in all 4 seasons: winter back in February and now autumn in October. I first went during the summertime on August 22nd, 2022 to see BLS and Anthrax and then a 2nd time on May 23rd, 2023 to see HammerFall and Helloween and that was during the spring. I've now been to History a total of 5 times and I like it better than Rebel.

Let's begin the festivities!

First band up was POSSESSED!!!!!!!!!!!! This was my 3rd time seeing them as I've seen them both times at Wacken Open Air 2017 and 2023, they always put on a great show. My grievance was whenever Jeff Becerra would speak I would hear too much reverb coming from his microphone to where I could hardly understand what he was saying, so the sound engineer could've toned down the amount of reverb that was projecting through Jeff's mic whenever he talked in between songs. Other than that, the band was solid from start to finish and Jeff Becerra has strong Lemmy Kilmister influence in his vocals. Plus it was the first time Possessed had played in Toronto in almost 40 years. Here's their setlist:

1. Pentagram

2. Ritual

3. Tribulation

4. Graven

5. The Exorcist

6. Demon

7. Death Metal

8. Swing of the Axe.

After Possessed it was time for KREATOR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This was my 12th time seeing them and they've now tied Warbringer for metal band/band I've seen the most times, so if either one or both play on the same tour, it'll be 13 times. Kreator are always solid live and Mille Petrozza nows how to fire up the crowd, he was even humorous when he told the people from the balcony to jump in the pit. It was also cool seeing them at a larger venue than Danforth Music Hall since they had more space to set up their stage especially with the two inflatable demons on both sides of the stage. Here's their setlist:

1. Hate Über Alles

2. Phobia

3. Coma of Souls (intro only)

4. Enemy of God

5. 666-World Divided

6. Hordes of Chaos (A Neceologue for the Elite)

7. Hail to the Hordes

8. Betrayer

9. Satan is Real

10. Phantom Antichrist

11. Strongest of the Strong (Dedicated to all the bands playing and the fans)

12. Terrible Certainty

13. Violent Revolution

14. Pleasure to Kill

After Kreator it was time for TESTAMENT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This was my 11th time seeing Testament as I last saw them 8 years ago at Wacken Open Air when they played from 1:50 AM until 3 in the morning, so wee hours of the morning, which was definitely lots of fun. I would then miss them as they played with Sepultura and the same night Sabaton played but I had to miss Sabaton as I got food poisoning, then the following year, they came with Slayer, Behemoth, Lamb of God, and Anthrax, but I skipped that show as I was at HammerFall and Flotsam and Jetsam that same night, plus I lost all interest in Slayer after Dave Lombardo left a 3rd time and after Jeff Hanneman died, I missed them at Wacken Open Air 2019 as Krokus were playing at the same time, skipped their show with Exodus and Death Angel on October 1st, 2022 as I knew Exodus would blow them off the stage like they did in 2015. The setlist they played reminded me of their old school set back in 2015, except difference is Testament mainly focused on their first two records. Plus when I saw them play at Wacken Open Air 2016, Alex Skolnick was doing twirls around the stage while he was soloing which I thought was impressive. I'll add this was the first time I saw Testament after Gene Hoglan left as the last 6 times I saw them, Gene Hoglan was behind the kit and got to see their new drummer Chris Dovas. During Over the Wall, Chuck Billy stood on the barricade very close to me and it caught me by surprise as I was looking at the stage and then his tall imposing figure comes right in my face. Chuck Billy had also made mention of the Canadian government finally paying the First Nations people the money they deserved and said the US' day will come one day. Plus before Into the Pit Chuck said "The guy in the leafs shirt, he's the target" Then bassist Steve DiGorgio came up and asked "What jersey number is it, Tavares or Matthews? Tavares or Matthews? Wendell Clark, that's old school!" Here's their setlist:

1. Eerie Inhabitants

2. The New Order

3. Apocalyptic City

4. Raging Waters

5. The Preacher

6. The Haunting

7. Trial by Fire

8. Drum Solo

9. First Strike Is Deadly

10. A Day of Reckoning

11. Alone in the Dark

12. Do or Die

13. Disciples of the Watch

14. Over the Wall

15. Into the Pit

Overall an awesome show and a great way to spend a Thursday night.

HEAVY METAL FOREVER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Lou Lou

By high school, I had grown into a confident lad with respect to the sweeter gender.  Mother had taken me to community dances from the age of seven.  By ten years old, I had mastered the steps to many ballroom dances.  By fourteen, I was sweeping young ladies off their feet.  Neither did they allow me to rest my feet.  Other local lads were clueless as to where they should put their feet and stepped on their partners’ toes.  Thus, when I walked through the high school’s gates, my eyes widened.  I saw attractive girls everywhere and soon realised many were smart.  Soon after, my election to House Captain guaranteed my popularity with them.

I had met Elizabeth, the pretty girl in my confirmation class, a few times to see movies together.  Though, I faded into her background afterwards.  She, being a couple years older, began to look for a marital prospect.  Alas, her little sister, Lou Lou, sought me out.  We were in the same year at high school.  She decided I’d be hers not her big sister’s.  She was prettier and more vibrant too.  Better yet, she possessed a rebellious streak.  Lou Lou ensnared me the moment I stared into her eyes.  Her lips curled into a saucy smile.  She knew she had won.

We thought we were the perfect match.  She and I were equally pegged in intelligence.  We were both born to local German families and shared the same religious faith.  What we didn’t expect was our families’ religious bigotry towards each other and our blossoming relationship.

Lou Lou’s parents were horrified she had hooked up with me.  Her father and uncle both served as church elders at local Lutheran churches.  Her family attended church services every Sunday whereas mine never did.  They were respectable people; my family wasn’t.  Between Dad’s irreligious weekend pursuits and his disreputable friendships along with Mother’s and my frequency at heathen dance halls, my morality was suspect.  My parents were deemed ignorant too.  They were barely capable of basic arithmetic.  Whereas Lou Lou’s Uncle Ernie was an educated man; he being the mathematics teacher at Beenleigh Primary.  Worse yet, this uncle and her aunt lived opposite us at Bethania and knew our comings and goings.  On the flipside, Lou Lou’s family home faced my aunt’s house in Beenleigh.  This led to her parents finding a reason to dislike my relative too.  To worsen the animosity, Ernie provoked me into a verbal brawl one day at Bethania Railway Station with false accusations about my bird enterprise.  These hurt me as I cared very much about my birds, their health and the cleanliness of their aviaries.

Despite our relationship being troublesome, we enjoyed its forbidden status.  We engineered apparently chance meetings to avoid suspicion.  We met up at the Brisbane Show away from local eyes.  We both belonged to Lutheran Youth and successfully escaped to the beach together for a few days under the guise of the annual camp at Coolum.  Afterward, we were eager for another escapade.  The Billy Graham Rally seemed a perfect opportunity for our subterfuge.  The irony of our duplicity made us laugh.

In 1959, the American Baptist evangelist, conducted a revival crusade around Australia to ‘save the youth’.  He was the religious equivalent of a charismatic rock star, who packed sports stadiums with naïve teenagers and filled them with hype.  In Brisbane, the local churches organised giant rallies by region and supplied bus transport to the Brisbane Exhibition Ground.  On our region’s designated night, about sixteen packed buses travelled from Beenleigh.  At the time, this was a considerable number of teenagers from the small rural area.

What a stage show!  Lou Lou and I squeezed between thousands of others to sit on the ground.  American gospel singers warmed up the crowd’s mood with their powerful voices.  We hadn’t heard music and songs like theirs before.  These captured our hearts and lifted our spirits.  Then, Billy Graham appeared on stage.  He glowed, probably with sweat.  His voice boomed from amplifiers all around us.  He delivered his sermon with theatrical frenzy.  He told us our souls would be eternally damned if we didn’t repent of our supposed sin and follow Christ’s teachings.  When the crowd’s hysteria reached its height, ushers appeared with milk buckets to extract cash from everybody.  At the sermon’s zenith, Graham called those attendees touched by God’s spirit to come forward and to pledge their lives to Christ.  Whilst I wasn’t caught up in the moment’s phrenzy, Lou Lou was.  I knew never to promise anything to anybody especially a preacher.  Still, I had to wait for Lou Lou to return from the long line of dedicatees.  Looking back, I’d wonder if these people would fulfil their pledges.

Unfortunately for Lou Lou and I, our damnation came the following day for not abiding by the teachings of another.  Our Form and Mathematics teacher, Mr Powell, had deliberately set us a compulsory assignment the prior day.  Of course, we hadn’t time to complete it.  Consequently, we suffered a severe reprimand in front of our class.  I suspected Mr Powell thought our relationship had become too intense and used the opportunity to make his opinion known.

We found meeting up at school socials problematic.  A few teachers had wised up to our ruses and had warned us to cool our relationship.  These warnings only warmed it up further.  One night after a school social, Mr Powell drove around Beenleigh searching for us.  Lou Lou and I evaded discovery by hiding in the shadow of a shop doorway.  This gave us such a thrill.

Soon after, we met up with another young couple for a double date.  After a night of just hanging out together, the other lad drove me home in his car in the wee hours of the morning.  My parents weren’t pleased!  They probably had received backlash that I was corrupting a church loving, god fearing girl; they perhaps realised the opposite was more likely true.

Both sets of parents put their feet firmly down.  Dad saw Lou Lou at Beenleigh Train Station and told her his thoughts quite bluntly.  He didn’t want her to ruin my future.

Our relationship waned then faltered after our junior exams.  Lou Lou started her senior studies at Salisbury High School.  Our flame briefly reignited then life sent us in different directions.  Lou Lou would never finish her studies and marry instead.  Sadly, she’d lose her husband young.  She’d marry again and end up with a blended tribe of multi-racial children, many adopted.  She’d keep her pledge and not inherit her family’s bigotry.

The irony of our relationship was that people’s perception of it didn’t equate to its reality.  It was driven by the excitement generated by our ruses.  Whilst I was enamoured with Lou Lou, I liked other girls too and still attended dances with my mother, much to Lou Lou’s disgust.  Hence, I never moved past holding her hand or kissing her.  If Lou Lou hadn’t been forbidden to enter a dance hall and had danced with me, our story may have ended differently.