Do You Think Cats Hear You Calling For Them, And Just Smugly Stay Put Because They’re Amused By You

Monsters in the Dark #23

Canon typical violence, blood, kissing, language, a little bit of vaginal fingering, fem!reader.

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Billy was just too beautiful in a savage way, covered in blood from some way-too-handsy biker at the bar. He wiped his hands on a cloth, watching you.

You didn’t know why you were suddenly so wet. Aching desperately for him to have you right there in the alley. Billy’s actions weren’t righteous. They were downright ungodly. But here you were, burning with desire for him.

“Billy didn’t need to kill him.” You said, trying to keep your breathing even.

“He shouldn’t have touched you.” Billy said seething, leaning down to eye level with you, your pupils were dilated.

“How would Billy feel if I killed one of the many girls that touch him?” You ask, and your spunk was sweet in the eyes of the deadly panther.

He smiled widely, “Oh, baby. You know that’s just foreplay to me.” He purred.

You chewed your lip, and Billy’s eyes zeroed in on the action. He suddenly grabbed a fistful of your hair, and pulled you closer, his lips inches from yours, waiting.

You whined.

“Gotta ask for what you want, baby.” He husked, breath fanning across your face.

“Please, Billy?”

His mouth pressed to yours, hard and insistent, beard tickling your skin.

You clung to his bloody sweater, rubbing your thighs together, aching still.

Your lips were swollen when he pulled back, a wicked smirk on his face. “You look pretty, baby. Well kissed, and sweet eyed. Face covered in the blood of my enemies.” He teased, wiping blood off your chin, and cheeks.

You pulled him in for another sweeter kiss.

He smiled into it as you pulled on his belt. Billy pulled back, fingers sliding up your dress, touching you. He hummed. “Did my show of violence make you this wet, pretty girl?” He asked, one arm braced against the brick wall behind you, voice low and deep.

You trembled. “Uh huh. It’s all your fault.” You said softly.

“I guess I better get you home, so I can take care of you.” He said, licking his fingers clean.

You couldn’t wait for him to ruin you all over again.

listen. l i s t e n. listen. kudos does not equal quality. popularity does not equal quality. i have read some “fandom classics” that i could barely fathom how boring or terrible i - personally - found them, and i have stumbled across some absolute gems that didn’t even break 100 kudos. 

what is good doesn’t always get the recognition it deserves. it’s sad, but true. just because you haven’t - or possibly never take - off in fandom doesn’t mean your work isn’t astounding and beautiful, it doesn’t mean you should stop writing; it just means that a very select corner of the internet missed the diamond in the rough. 

fanfiction is flooded with content, there are so many of us out there producing it these days, and having a fic that takes off is almost as much about luck as it is about talent. never let a few artificial numbers on the internet dictate to you what is and isn’t worthy writing. 

additionally, you don’t have to read or enjoy fics just bcs they’re big. i cannot count the amount of times i’ve read the first paragraph of something fandom adores and immediatly exited out of it.

just… do what makes you happy. write what you wanna write, read what you wanna read. understand that while we all want recognition - and some deserve it more than others - we did not get into fanfiction for that recognition.

recognition is good, but sometimes we get all tangled up chasing it and stop enjoying writing and reading and fandom as a whole along the way. be careful of that, please, or you’ll burn yourself out.

oh. I was wondering where your works went & I spent ages looking for them 😬 love that you’re back on here !!! and I’m totally loving all of you writings ❤️ so glad I found you again :)

So sorry about that. 💜 But I’m glad you found me again, and are enjoying my stuff! 😄 I’m slowly reposting some of my old stuff as I find it in my mess of a Google doc folder. :p

~Kat 💜

christian dior haute couture f/w 2005

You heard the tape. That’s why we’re here.

Monsters in the Dark #18

Dark themes, fluff, alcohol consumption, f/reader.

@idaofinfinity @e-dubbc11 @rosaleenablack

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“You know I used to run around pretending to be married to Hades?” You asked Billy, taking a sip of your wine. It was the good stuff, the expensive Zinfandel that Billy knew you loved.

Billy looked over, fingers massaging your calves as you both enjoyed a Friday night together, and watching some action/adventure flick.

You weren’t sure what it was about anymore, too tipsy to care. And too focused on Billy’s touch. You had a one track mind when it came to him.

Something Billy was very aware of.

“Oh yeah?” He asked, sipping his beer.

You scooted closer, spilling your wine a little on your hand, as you giggled a little drunk, “I was obsessed with Greek mythology. My daddy had endless books on the subject. He was a professor. I often stole his books, and climbed my favorite tree and read. It made him mad.” You said, feeling bittersweet remembering your father. You loved him because he was still your father.

Billy’s fingers gripped your chin, noticing your faraway eyes, making you look at him; “You're stronger without him.” He said fiercely.

You smiled softly.

“Later on I became obsessed with villains like the Phantom from Phantom of the Opera, something my foster mother never understood. She said it was dangerous to love the darkness, that I was too soft. But I never cared for white knights. They bored me.” You explained.

Billy smiled, imagining little you running around fantasizing about Hades, stealing your father’s books, and hiding in trees.

“It reminds me of myself, I used to hide in little nooks and crannies reading westerns, and dreaming of being a cowboy. I remember fantasizin’ about rescuin’ the girl.” He told you. His memories were also tinged with bittersweetness.

“I became more of a villain than a hero.” Billy said, finishing off his beer. Maria would say he was an antihero, but sometimes Billy wasn’t so sure.

Because he had told himself you could never leave him, that he’d drag you back if he had to. It made him more of a villain than anything.

You grinned at him, “Billy is my Hades.” You admitted, taking another sip of wine.

Billy chuckled; “I’m your godly lover, huh?” He asked, pinching your cheek.

He could imagine Maria telling you he didn’t need his ego stroked.

You looked at him shyly, “Could I be your Persephone?” You asked, the alcohol making your mind feel warm and fuzzy.

Billy smiled wickedly, “Of course, baby. You’re the only goddess I want to worship.” He purred.

You gave him a sloppy kiss on the cheek, “Love you, Bill. Thorns and all.”

Billy’s heart skipped a beat. He loved you, thorns and all, too.

It’s nearly been two years that I’ve been working on this. It’s the one piece that I wrote that I actually like, and to find that some people have come back and read it again is stunning. Thank you for everyone who has supported me. Maybe someday I will come back to writing. I want to, but I’m really burnt out. I’ve been writing constantly with an update a day since 2021. So right now, I’m just relaxing.

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It’s a strange juxtaposition between the cold blooded killer, and the sweet girl who sought refuge in him.

And all of my devotion turns violent - boyish by Japanese Breakfast

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And I’d be the immediate forgiveness in Eurydice - talk by Hozier

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

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I struggled with some demons, they were middle class and tame. I didn’t know I had permission to murder and to maim. - Leonard Cohen, You Want It Darker

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Killing must feel good to God too, He does it all the time. And are we not created in His image? -Hannibal.

Billy comes home to you after killing a man.

Billy wins you a stuffy.

Waiting

Fear of the Dark

Promise

Lavender

Restart

How I’m Imagining You

Billy has a nightmare.

Sunshine

Billy has a night out.

Whiskey and the Devil

Tutus

Shared

Soft

Bloody

Someone threatens you. Billy sets them straight.

You crave Billy’s love.

A beating heart of stone.

You look at Billy like he’s God.

Billy contemplates his effect on your soul.

The Dreadful Need in the Devotee

You wait for Billy to come home.

Birthday

Stronger Without

Into the Darkness

Billy realizes the truth of his feelings.

You see a painting of Christ crucified. It sparks a discussion with Billy.

You ask Billy about his first kill.

Billy craves your love.

Someone gets into the penthouse.

Play

Billy and Frank spar.

Remember Me

Curtis warns Billy.

Bullseye

You defend Billy.

You discuss anecdotes with Billy.

Blue Moon

Billy has another nightmare.

Mulled Wine & Ham.

Billy’s mother dies.

Billy cleans his Ka-bar. You discuss.

You and Billy are caught in the rain.

Billy ends of biker harassing you.

Providence.

Billy comes home from a trip.

Extras;

Playlist.

Moodboard.

Promise.

A Monsters in the Dark Drabble.

Apparently Tumblr didn’t like the image I chose. It won’t show up in the tags, so trying again.

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Billy’s fingers latched onto your wrist, pulling you through the crowd in the fairgrounds, twirling you a bit, and making you laugh delighted by his playfulness. “You’re so pretty, sweet pea. I bet you taste sweet from all that cotton candy.”

You ducked your head, fingers still laced with his, smiling softly. He nudged you with his shoulder. You looked up at him, and he kissed you. He’d only kissed you that night you’d crawled into his bed crying, and even though you crawled in every night after that, he’d maintained a distance.

You sighed into his mouth, pulling him closer with your hand. He tasted like the funnel cakes he’d eaten. His kiss was soft, and slow, taking his time with you. Your ex had never treated you this good, always angry at something, at the world.

“I wanna go on the Carousel next.” You said, pulling away breathless.

“Sure, baby.” He said against your mouth.

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He watched you ride the painted ponies, the taste of you still on his tongue, lingering. “She never got to enjoy stuff like this,” said Curtis, coming up beside him. “Her father made sure of that.”

Billy understood that; he'd never had a childhood, either. “It’s hard, always having to be the adult among shitheads who should be the adults.” He said, looking at how pretty you looked in your dress, and a smile on your face when you spotted him in the crowd.

He’d give you everything you never had. And the promise startled him. He’d never given a shit about many people outside of the Castles, but it was hard not to like you.

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You crawled into his bed that night, and he rolled over tonight, facing you, lips brushing your forehead. You sighed sweetly. “I had fun today, Billy.” You murmured into the dark.

“Yeah?” He husked, fingers going to your hips.

“I really liked when you kissed me.” You said boldly, surprising him, as you kissed the corner of his mouth, softly.

Billy’s fingers dug into your cheeks, kissing you hard, tongue pushing into your mouth, he could taste the toothpaste you’d brushed with that night.

“You’re too sweet, baby.” He rasped, trying to pull away from you, his heart ached at how you only followed him, scooting closer to him.

“None of that I’m too bad for you shit. It’s cliché.” You said firmly, making him laugh at how ferocious you tried to be. Like a mouse attempting to fight a cat.

He nudged your nose with his, “I’m going to hell.” He muttered.

You snuggled under his chin, content.

And Billy didn’t have the heart to drive you away.