The Good Feeling When A Little Cat Rests Their Head Against You Like You’re A Pillow Is Actually Pretty

Monsters in the Dark #12

—dark themes, talks of Billy’s kill count, alcohol consumption, kissing, possessive behavior, fem!reader—

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You were straddling his waist while he laid back on the bed, sharing a glass of wine with him, his cheeks were flushed from the alcohol. You couldn't help but admire him beneath you. His fingers danced across your thighs, making you hum. The rain pelted the window, and occasionally lightning lit the room up. Billy could tell you wanted to ask him something, but were too shy to ask.

"Spit it out, baby," said Billy, taking a cheeky sip from your wine glass. His obsidian eyes were shining with something dark. It excited you.

"Who was Billy’s first kill?" You asked finally, wiggling your hips making him hiss, his hands moving to your waist with a bruising grip, as you slowly rocked against him, enjoying the friction.

"A target over in Iraq. I don't even remember his name. But I sniped him from a rooftop." He told you, "I had nightmares for a while about it. Your first kill is always the hardest. I used to wonder who he was. Did he have a family? A wife? What made him a terrorist? But now I know to not let my thoughts go there, easier to kill when they're faceless."

You stroked his face, "Would you kill me if I became your enemy?" Your lips brushed his mouth, licking into it making him groan.

"You plan on bein' my enemy?" Hs teased, eyes fluttering at your soft touches.

"No, but what if I did?" You insisted, letting your fingers slip underneath his sweater, feeling his muscles twitch under your touch.

His fingers dug into your waist, as he rolled his hips into yours, making you keen with an ache for Billy alone. "I'd punish this pussy, make you see the error of your ways." He purred, fingers slipping beneath the waistband of your panties.

"But what if I persisted?" You whined, as his fingers teased you.

You were suddenly flipped over, pinned beneath him. "You'll always be mine, no matter what. Even if I have to hold you in chains, pretty girl." His hands trapped your wrists as he rutted against your hips, making you moan.

"You promise?" You whispered, wrapping your legs around his waist, holding him to you.

"I promise."

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imagine ur living inside a tiny mushroom house... with a tiny chimney.... deep in the woods... no one knows u exist... u make soup in a tiny pot.....u are free

Providence.

A Monsters in the Dark drabble.

((blood, canon typical violence, anti religious sentiment, religious imagery, mentions of Billy’s assault by Arthur, abandonment issues, idolatry, fem!reader))

A little dark, I guess. But I was feeling dark.

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If you are the dealer, I’m out of the game.

If you are the healer it means I’m broken and lame.

If thine is the glory, then mine must be the shame.

—Leonard Cohen, You Want It Darker.

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Billy had learned long ago God didn’t exist, and if He did, then He didn’t care what happened to him, or about his suffering.

Billy had survived because of himself, not because of providence or some shit. He’d defended himself against Arthur, an eleven year old boy fighting against a predator. No one went after Arthur, either. “Just a misunderstandin’,” he'd said. A misunderstanding that left Billy’s shoulder ruined.

He’d built Anvil from the ground up himself. With blood, sweat, and tears, even though he’d been orphaned, with virtually nothing.

He moved through the underground facility, hearing his men shouting, and gunshots ringing out. He looked around the corner, shooting a man that was coming at him with a knife, but he didn’t die easily.

Billy unsheathed his hidden blade, running the man through, feeling his blade cut through flesh and bone, and sinew.

Billy had seen a lot of death, and realized everyone was equal in death, everyone eventually faced it, and no one was above it.

Death was the only god, and He did not discriminate.

But when Billy looked at you he saw salvation. He brought your fingers up to kiss each one, his hands were stained with blood, but you looked past the bloody carnage of his own making.

You saw God, as you moved closer to him, eyes soft and looking at him like he imagined Penelope did when she saw Odysseus, devoted and in love.

Yours was the only salvation he desired.

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{Monsters in the Dark #3}

PTSD, nightmares, mentions of sexual abuse, kissing, fem!reader.

286 words.

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Billy felt like a weight was on his chest, he was vaguely aware he was sweating, and mumbling in his sleep. He was all around Billy.

Arthur.

Billy was crushed under waves of helplessness and rage, he thrashed swinging the stickball bat. Pain exploded in his shoulder, and he screamed into the darkness.

He jerked at a gentle touch. Yours. He blinked at you in the dim light. He worked to slow his breathing. He fucking hated feeling vulnerable.

He grabbed you, pulling you against him, lips pressing to yours urgently. You melted against him as Billy fought for control. His fingers dug into your hips, and you sighed pressing closer to him.

Billy pulled back, his dark eyes looking like pits as they stared at you. He looked wild and untamed. You didn’t know what was upsetting your roommate.

“What’s wrong, Billy?” You asked softly as he nuzzled your neck.

“When a grown man tells you that you’re pretty, you know nothing good is comin’.” Billy murmured hoarsely, “I was eleven.”

You felt a deep sadness for that helpless boy. But Billy wasn’t a boy anymore, and he certainly wasn’t helpless.

Your eyes watered, and Billy smiled darkly. “Don’t look at me like that sweet pea. It made me stronger.”

“You were a child. Billy didn’t need to be strong, he needed to be safe.” You said lips trembling.

Billy kissed you hard, fingers pulling on your hair. This was why to Billy you were a cut above everyone else.

He loved your soft heart. It was comforting, even though Billy was hard pressed to admit he needed comforting.

He was never letting you go.

They’d have to take you from his cold, dead hands.

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