Damian, Whenever He Corners Jason:

Damian, whenever he corners Jason:

We need for fics with powerful people. I love this <3

“Devil is a Woman” | Thomas Shelby x Reader

SUMMARY: The devil has put her eyes in her next victim, but this time is different. This time she found an interesting toy. The man she has her claws on is at her mercy and he would do anything for her. Even take the life of an innocent one.

AUTHOR’S NOTE: Ok. This has to be one of the largest one shots I’ve ever done. This is inspired by the song The Devil is a Woman by Bishop Gun, for the Halfway 2K event of @runnning-outof-time . I think I might get a little bit out of the lyrics of the song…maybe (Special thanks to @notyour-valentine for helping me with the last details)

CONTAINS: Smut, Insults, arranged marriage

WARNING: +18, mentions of suicide.

WORD COUNT: 3,460

MASTERLIST

“Devil is a Woman”

”That girl is trouble” Arthur said as he pointed his cigarette at the girl dressed in white sitting at the bar as his brothers looked in her direction, she had an innocent aura, she smiled coquettishly at a boy who had surely bought her a drink so he could talk to her and secure his place as her companion for the rest of the night “It is rumored that she is behind the suicide of that guy who was found a couple of days ago hanging near the river.”

Tommy took what was left of his glass before looking at his brother “They are only rumors Arthur”

”Do you even know who she is?” he exclaimed in a more exasperated tone. “She is the daughter of Colonel Edwards”

The Edwards were a family decorated by the crown for their services in the war. They lived in the wealthier part of London. So far away from the filthy streets of Small Heath

“Less than two years ago, they were involved in the death of a man who also ended up hanging by his own hand, soon before sending their only daughter far away to dispel the rumors, that’s rather suspicious”

John looked at his brother with a raised eyebrow, "How do you know all that?"

"People talk brother"

"That doesn't mean everything they say is true," Tommy added. Knowing that his brother would spend his time talking about gossip and rumors like an old lady, he would have stayed working in his office. He had better things to do.

"Speaking of the devil," John whispered, announcing the presence of the girl approaching them. Apparently leaving her companion behind.

She stopped standing in front of them, while she smiled slightly "Good afternoon guys” her eyes fell directly on Tommy “Can I speak with you Mr. Shelby? In private?"

With his serious face, he looked into her eyes. Apparently she wasn't intimidated by him. She kept her smile while holding her gaze "Are you a whore?"

It was nothing out of the ordinary for women to come up to him and offer him a good time.

Her smile disappeared and her gaze turned like the fire that intended to burn him, more stronger than the shots of whiskey he used to drink. “Because if you are not you’re in the wrong place”

"I'm here to talk about business" she said leaving aside that friendly sideways attitude she showed a few moments ago. "Not every woman who comes up to you wants to suck your dick, you know?"

John and Arthur just stared at the scene before them silently. Nobody expected that answer, a common girl would have been embarrassed, would have blushed and then left without saying anything about it.

No one dared talk to Tommy like that, no one. Either she was very foolish or very brave.

"I'll come talk to you in your office tomorrow morning, I think I have something that might interest you" and without waiting for an answer, she left the place.

And just as she said, she showed up at his office early in the morning. Her gaze remained like a burning and living flame that had not been extinguished since yesterday. Well, she wouldn't look at him kindly after he had called her a whore.

It was a bit disconcerting how her appearance deterred her attitude. She was wearing a pastel pink dress, and had round doll-like eyes like the baby dolls that his sister Ada wanted when she was a child.

A doll talking about business with a gangster, what a funny and ironic game.

“For a price my father will get your enemies out of the way”

Tommy just listened to her and watched intently. His father could be a very powerful ally or threatening enemy. Apparently he had interests in his business. It was not surprising that high-ranking people were involved in illegal actions for money purposes.

“He might even get rid of Campbell and the people involved in the case.”

“And what does the colonel ask for in return?”

“Thirty percent of the proceeds from the stolen guns”

Tommy chuckles while exhaling the smoke of his cigarette. “Then there is no deal Miss Edwards”

She just looked at him silently for a few moments with thoughtful eyes. “Alright then, I think it's something that can still be negotiable” she got up from her seat “I'll talk to my father and I'll come later then”

Before she could turn around and leave, Tommy spoke again. “Why doesn't he himself come to negotiate instead of-“

”Instead of his whore daughter?” she blurted out in a dry but sarcastic way.

Apparently she didn't let go of how he had addressed her the day before at the pub.

Tommy sighed “I didn’t mean that”

“Yesterday you didn't say that about me Mr. Shelby” It was time to end this meeting, she didn't want to get an empty apology from him. “It's time for me to go now. I'll talk to my father and then I'll meet with you again. I know you would prefer to speak face to face with him, but you will understand that he cannot let them see him with you for the moment until he feels that you are a trustworthy man.”

She headed for the door to leave at once.

“Are you free tonight?”

She was already about to turn the doorknob to get out of his office

“Why do you ask?” She was suspicious of the reason for this unexpected question but she still wanted to hear him say it.

His aura of confidence was still standing, which connoted that he didn't care in the least bit about answering.

“Would you mind if I invite you to dinner?”

He didn't know what he had just gotten himself into.

5 months later

Y/n visited his parents from time to time. Once a month to be more precise. She still wasn't coming back home, after all her name was still being entwined with the suicide of Edward Johnson, the son of general Oscar Johnson.

Father and son participated in the war, and it was expected that they would experience the same effects as the rest of the men who fought against the Germans in the most infamous war that has been seen so far. Nightmares, insomnia, depression and suicidal thoughts were some of the effects caused by this traumatic event.

But despite that, he looked like a man in the prime of his life despite everything that happened. Therefore, it was totally unpredictable to find his lifeless body hanging by his neck with his sheets from the window of his room, not a note, not a last message. A truly scandalous event. Many attributed this act to the trauma generated by the war, after all it was not uncommon for former soldiers to take their own lives after witnessing the massacre that caused the death of many innocent men.

But many others got suspicious about the lovely girl that used to hang at his arm while she smiled at him warmly. Just giving him a piece of her love and affection that he couldn’t really have. She took the broken pieces of a lost and sad man to put them together and just for fun she broke him again, making it ashes and with nothing to repair to form even half of the man that was left. But of course, people could just spout words into the air without any proof, but sometimes some rumors could turn out to be true.

The Edwards were having tea in the living room, it was early fall so it was cold enough to be in the garden “Looks like there was another incident around Small Heath a few months ago,” Colonel Edwards said, emphasizing the pronunciation of incident. It was clear where he wanted to go. “A man hanged himself near the river”

“What do you want to get at with this?” Mrs. Edwards asked. If she didn't, her husband was capable of spinning the whole thing with hints for the rest of the day. This time Mr. Edwards addressed his daughter directly, who was sitting across from them both. “Did you know that man Y/n?”

She seemed unfazed by the question, as if he had only asked her if she wanted the last piece of the pie instead of directly accusing her about the death of a poor factory worker. "Would it change anything if it were?" she lifted her cup to her lips to absorb the tea. That seemed to be more interesting than that question.

Her mother was the one who addressed her this time "Did he leave any note or farewell letter?" Having taken a sip of the tea that was starting to get cold, she finally looked up at her mother. "He didn't leave anything, everyone believes it was a forced suicide, it's not uncommon for people to die in that place every day," she said firmly. Y/n already wanted to forget that topic. Low-class trash that no one would remember was not worth giving importance or attention to.

His father seemed satisfied with her answer. "Good, we don't want it to happen like last time"

"I'm only staying here for three days, you don't need to call" Y/n said as she looked around to make sure prying ears didn't hear who she was talking to.

A serious voice answered on the other end of the line "You didn't call me" there was a brief pause, she assumed that he was expelling the smoke of his cigarette. “You said you would call when you arrived”

"I didn't see it necessary" a lopsided smile formed on her rosy lips "the great Thomas Shelby has important things to do after all"

"I took the day off, so today you are the only matter of importance that I have to attend to."

She laughed lightly "Oh incredible, I am of great importance to the great king of Small Heath, I am flattered."

Despite not having him in front of her, she could visualize his smile generated by her sarcastic comment. "Have I ever made you feel otherwise?"

She let out a small laugh "Of course not, you know that"

It was already night, Y/n and her mother were in the living room by the fireplace while they read. It was already a habit between the two, after dinner they both spent time together before going to sleep while her father spent time in his office.

"You spoke to a man on the phone earlier in the afternoon, didn't you?" Her mother asked, breaking the silence in the room.

"Why do you ask if you already know the answer mother"

She scoffed “I can tell you like him” Y/n lowered her book and looked at her mother with a raised eyebrow. “And he likes you too”

If only she knew that man was smitten, no, enamored with her daughter.

“I doubt that,” she answered. “He is one of the men my dad is getting involved”

The older woman just nodded her head “I see” she closed the magazine she was reading a moment ago “His name is Thomas Shelby isn’t it?”

Y/n looked at her with a surprised face “You were listening” she claimed.

“Just enough darling, his name is getting known all over Birmingham” she turned her gaze to see the burning flame in the fireplace. ”He will go far, I tell you. From what I heard is that he is an ambitious man that will do anything to have what he wants” she returned her knowing gaze to her daughter “Don't get involved with this one”

Y/n gave her a quizzical look “Not this one uh?” She closed his book and put it on the small table next to it.

The woman sighed “You are engaged remember that”

“Dad didn’t mention any of it so far” talking about her engagement wasn’t something that she looked forward to.

“He will soon,” her mother responded. “Just because he sent you away temporarily doesn't mean your marriage plans are no longer in place.” she looked at the unpleasant face of her daughter to sigh again.

"Fuck, Tommy," Y/n moaned, threading her fingers through his hair and guiding his head against her pussy as she grind her hips against his mouth. "Right there." She pants, whimpering quietly when his tongue settles on her clit, rubbing relentlessly. "Just like that,"

But then almost as fast as her release approached he pulled away, standing abruptly.

They looked directly at each other for a brief moment while he quickly rids himself of his pants and underwear, before sliding into her in one thrust.

“You couldn't even wait to get your hands on me, didn’t you?” she hissed at the sweet pain as Tommy leaned over her. Their foreheads touching each other.

Her legs wrap around his waist instinctively, giving him deeper access.

“I can't get enough of you,” he groaned, causing his words to collide with the skin of her neck . “Fuck”

He keeps increasing the pace and they exchange moans, from one mouth to another.

“I’m close” she cried softly of pleasure while trying to hold onto his shoulders and neck as his hips slam onto hers “Tommy I’m close!”

“I know love, I know” he panted.

With a couple more hard thrusts she came around him, her walls clamped around his cock. Tommy grunted against her neck, his movements were fast and rough as he made sure to prolong her orgasm for as long as possible.

She could tell he was close to his release as well, his cock twitching inside of her making her yelp with that delectable feeling. And then with an animalistic groan he came.

Both of them panting heavily, Tommy pulled out and lay down next to her.

“You couldn't even wait to take my clothes off?” she said, looking up at the ceiling trying to regulate her breath.

“You didn’t complain about it” he responded with his husky and raspy voice.

Despite the tiredness and the throbbing between her legs, she got up from the bed to fix her clothes. “I have to go now”

Tommy turned around to look at her while she was fixing her black suspenders. He didn’t even bother to take them off “I want you to stay”

She stopped arranging her dress to look at his blue sapphire eyes “Is that an order or a declaration?”

He smirked “I only well sleep when you stay” he sighed like the words were difficult to slip out of his lips “That’s a declaration”

She smiled lovingly “You really don't know the power of your words Thomas Shelby”

“Dad, I never thought you would call so soon” She had a vague idea why her father had called her only a few weeks after her brief visit. He no longer used to call her as an intermediary for his business. Now he was talking directly to Thomas, so he didn’t need her anymore for that.

“Henry Coventry will arrive in England the next monday” She froze in her place. Y/n didn't know what to say. “It's time for you to return home” He said it without further ado.

He wasn't supposed to arrive after half a year of his trip. Why now?

Henry Coventry, the first male child of the noble Coventry family. The Edwards and the Coventry were always united families. They promised that one day they would get together as one, to assert the surname Edwards to the nobility and the Coventrys to ensure allies in the military. Before being able to consummate this union the young nobleman undertook a trip of several years around different countries. Thanks to that Y/n made her commitment almost nonexistent. For this reason she never took the men who approached him seriously. They were only a temporary distraction for her. She deluded them, making them believe that her heart belonged to them, only to snatch that ilusion in the worst way.

Now this news was a blow to the reality that had crashed deeply in her guts.

This would not end like this. She will not allow it. Her only way out was to get rid of her fiance.

“Give me some time. There are some issues that I must attend to before returning.” she said, trying to sound as firm as possible.

“Alright then” There was a brief silent pause. “It would be best if both of you lived together before the wedding.”

A small lamp gives light to the dark room. Just enough, not too much, to make the pair of lovers hugging naked in bed exposed to the night. The faint light touched her back and part of her arm until it reached her hand placed on his chest. She could feel his beats. He was calm, for now.

Her soft voice shake his being when the calm silence of the night breaks with the least expected words

“I'm gonna get married”

Y/n could feel his heart begin to beat strongly. She was waiting for him to get angry, to demand an explanation in a furius way, but he only stayed still without pronouncing any word.

She passed her fingers through his skin before looking up at him. His eyes had an indescribable look.

“I will come back to London” she whispered “My fiance is waiting for me”

“This is how you do it isn´t it?” His eyes remained perched on hers. “You make them believe that you love them and then feed on their pain just for your pleasure”

She carefully placed her chin on the back of her hand without taking her eyes off him as well

“This engagement wasn't my decision” She expected that at any time he would push her abruptly, but it did not happen. She brought her face to his slightly, until their lips were about to touch. “I always belonged to him”

She began to give him small kisses

“I never belonged to you, I never belonged to myself either.” she said between their lips “I belonged to that man since the beginning.”

He began to correspond to her kisses, being intoxicated by her.

”I don’t want him” she panted in his mouth almost like a plea “I want you” their noses touched “I want to be yours” she made a trail of kisses from his mouth to his chest, stopping at his heart, laying her cheek on him and looking up once again with her enchanting dolly eyes “While he exists I will belong to him”

After making love all night Y/n left Birmingham as if nothing had happened. It was all part of their plan after all. Although Tommy let her go, they would soon be together again.

As her father told her, she moved to one of the properties that belonged to the Coventrys with the man that was supposed to be her future husband.

He was a total gentleman. Very attentive and kind with her, so much that perhaps it gave her a little shame with what would happen with him. Just a little.

The wedding date was already established. It will be in summer, within six months. That gives them enough time to make the execution without any inconvenience.

Or that's what they thought.

After three months Y/n realized that she was pregnant.

“Tommy, it’s me, can you hear me?” She took advantage when Henry left in the afternoon to visit his family to call him without the risk of being heard.

“Yes, I can hear you” hearing her voice makes him feel calm.

She sighed while rocking back and forth her feet “Things turn out to be more complicated that we thought”

The plan was carefully thought to not raise suspicions, so having time was key, but apparently not everything would turn out as expected. “I’m pregnant” she was twirling around the fabric of her imported dress. A gift from her fiance, a purple silk dress.

This changed everything. This changed absolutely everything.Tommy tried to keep his composure to think of the best solution. Now things could go wrong if they get caught.

“We're going to have to rush things up” he pondered, unable to stop the rush of possibilities and chances they still got.

“I can't stand being in here without you Tommy” she complained “I need you” Y/n tried to sound as convincing as possible.

“I need you too” he responded “Be patient, soon it will just us, just us love, think about it”

“Fuck, I don´t want to wait” she whined.

“It will be soon okay?” he responded “I promise…I love you”

She smiled “I love you too”

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Going Away to College

Pairing: rockstar!Billy Hargrove x fem!Reader

Summary: Billy is scared about his girlfriend leaving him on the road to go to college and can only express this to her through song. (Inspired by Going Away to College by Blink-182)

Or the one where Billy & Eddie live, become best friends and Billy joins Corroded Coffin which becomes super famous and he writes this song for you!

A/N: The Billy sending Max polaroids thing is inspired by the fact Dacre and his sister have twin owls for when he’s away so she feels close to him bc I thought that was fuckin cute.

Billy couldn’t contain you forever.

He knew it even when you told him that you’d come on the road with him as Corroded Coffin was taking off a couple of years ago. It wouldn’t be long before you needed your mind stretched. Sure, tour life was cool and it only improved as the band got more famous but you needed something more substantial.

By the end of two years, you decided it was time for you to get your shit together and finally go to college.

Billy was happy for you, of course. It wasn’t the end of the relationship. It’s just that he had went and chased his dream with your support, now it was time for you to go and chase yours. There were the usual promises of seeing each other on any weekends you could fly out to see him; spring, summer and winter breaks; and he would come back from tour or recording when the schedule permitted.

That didn’t mean he wasn’t terrified of not having you around. Eddie and the guys were fun but they always had their girlfriends with them. Billy was scared of getting lonely out on the road without you there to keep him warm at night.

Part of the enjoyment of touring the world was the making memories with you. Billy would take polaroids of you both at all of the world’s greatest landmarks and would write little notes on them. He sent the goofy ones to Max with postcards so she could feel close to you both and compiled a scrapbook of them all to show you when each tour was over.

He had kept the one of you both outside the Colosseum in Rome in his wallet because you were looking at each other and smiling in it. Rather than looking at the camera or the landmark with ancient prestigious history, you looked at each other with warmth and adoration. Without you, who was he going to share these moments with?

Still, he had to let you go.

He couldn’t get the words out to you about how he felt. It was funny; he could carve your name into his eye-wateringly expensive bass and be physically incapable of being anywhere near you without touching you. But talking to you to express his fear? Fuck, that was hard.

So, he did the only thing he knew how to do. He gathered a pen, a notepad and Eddie and sat down in a hotel room one day while you went sightseeing with Chrissy to write a song about his feelings.

Tonight was to be the night to premiere it, not only to the dedicated fans but to you. It was your last night on tour with them before leaving to start college.

To put it bluntly, Billy’s heart was in his stomach. Everything you did that day attracted his most stern fixation, savouring every moment of your presence before it was to be yanked away from him for months. Yet, he couldn’t find it in him to reveal this to you, despite your many attempts to get through to him.

“Are you sure there’s nothing wrong, baby?” You asked him sweetly as he took his traditional final smoke before the show.

“Positive, princess.” He replied shortly, exhaling an opaque cloud of smoke that almost hid his anxiety-ridden features. Almost.

“You know, if you wanna talk about me leaving, then we can…” You started but Billy cut you off.

“Later. We’ll talk about it later.” He abruptly said, giving you a quick kiss and responding to Eddie hollering at him to move his ass. He brushed past you to join his bandmates, leaving you feeling disheartened.

It was like he didn’t care; never acknowledging your leaving and hardly excited anymore when you brought it up. The closer your leaving date approached, the more apathetic your Billy became. It made you fear the worst, as though your leaving for college was accelerating the inevitable demise of yours and Billy’s relationship.

It was a cruel kick in the teeth when you considered having put your life on hold for 2 years while he rose to his full potential with the band and you merely coasted along. You were certain that Billy had become a better person than that, but maybe you were wrong. Exchanging late night after parties for all night cramming sessions seemed a good idea at the time. Now, the concept of losing Billy made this all seem so bittersweet.

Sighing, you decided to just have one last good night on tour before you had to kiss this life – and Billy – goodbye. You folded your arms and joined Chrissy at your usual spot at the side of the stage to cheer them on.

The concert proceeded as usual; with the same set-list they had every night for this leg of the tour. You could recite the order of songs in your sleep.

Something was different that night. While Eddie would turn every now and then to wink at Chrissy and the others would do the same for their girlfriends, Billy did anything but look at you. It created a thick sensation of bile in your throat as you contemplated that he might be out there scanning the crowd for your potential replacement as his bunk buddy.

Billy was stoic and unlike his usual show-off performer self. Usually him and Eddie exchanged banter on stage or the band would challenge him to prove his status as keg king mid-performance (which he would always do and continue to be note-perfect on the bass afterwards). He was different tonight; he needed to be focussed so that your song would be perfect.

Towards the end of the set, which usually came the fan-favourite song from the debut album, Eddie addressed the crowd.

“Alright Chicago! Because you guys are just the best crowd ever – and no, I don’t say that every night, I really do mean it – we decided to mix it up a bit!” Eddie began.

“You see, Billy here, you guys know Billy, right?” Eddie asked, gesturing over to his blonde bandmate who waved to the crowd currently going crazy for him. It wasn’t a secret to you or Chrissy that Billy and Eddie were the members most popular with the ladies.

“Yeah, Billy’s girlfriend goes off to college tomorrow! Isn’t that sad?” The crowd responded with an overwhelming ‘awwwww’ to Eddie, hung on his every word. You narrowed your eyebrows, only now becoming aware of Chrissie’s sniggering next to you, clearly in on something that you weren’t.

“So, he wrote her a song, and we want to play it for you!” Eddie exclaimed enthusiastically. “Oh! And he’s gonna sing it for you!”

The crowd went wild with excitement as Billy and Eddie exchanged places on stage so that he could be centre stage. Your heart was thumping so hard in your chest that you were scared it might escape and your throat was so dry you couldn’t form a single word.

Not that your brain was doing much better at forming thoughts. It was like being in autopilot, staring at your boyfriend ready to take the lead. Billy never sang in the band – despite his being very good at it, only Eddie had the confidence and showmanship for that role.

Billy had written you songs before which you had always appreciated but singing them was a different ball-game. Clearly, he was about to make a real statement. The whole thing was all very overwhelming and heart-warming and surreal all it once.

“This one is for you, babe.” Billy said in a gruff voice, looking at you for the first time all night. Chrissy grabbed your shoulders, shaking you slightly and squealing eagerly for you. It was the first time since Eddie’s announcement that you actually felt your body move. Feet planted to the spot, you stared at Billy as he turned round to start the song.

It started with a simple guitar melody before exploding into a full band effort with the drums and bass. And then Billy started to sing:

“Please take me by the hand It's so cold out tonight I'll put blankets on the bed I won't turn out the light, just Don't forget to think about me And I won't forget you "I'll write you once a week", she said”

Somewhere in the first verse, although you weren’t quite sure where, tears started to fall from your eyes which blurred your vision. Still, you held Billy in your eyeline, just grateful to find out that you were wrong earlier and in actual fact that boy did care so very much that you were leaving.

“Why does it feel the same to fall in love or break it off? And if young love is just a game, then I must have missed the kick-off Don't depend on me to ever follow through on Anything, but I'd go through hell for you, and

I haven't been this scared in a long time And I'm so unprepared, so here's your valentine Bouquet of clumsy words, a simple melody This world's an ugly place, but you're so beautiful to me.”

Billy’s confidence only increased as the song progressed and when he turned round to see you crying but with the biggest smile on your face, he knew his message was coming across. Swelling inside your chest, your heart felt as though it was about to burst. You knew that if it did then the pieces would be etched with Billy’s name and your love would be evident for all to see.

He had borne his soul for you tonight on that stage and whilst you had been desperate to see this for weeks, it occurred to you that this might just be the way Billy knew how. It made you wonder how he was able to cope with all of this couped up inside him for so long but it was no matter, he was getting his catharsis now.

“I'll think about the times She kissed me after class, and She put up with my friends I acted like an ass, I'd Ditch my lecture to watch the girls play soccer Is my picture still hanging in her locker?

I haven't been this scared in a long time And I'm so unprepared, so here's your valentine Bouquet of clumsy words, a simple melody This world's an ugly place, but you're so beautiful.”

During the instrumental bridge, Billy was quick to run off the stage with his bass slung by his side on its strap. Cupping your face in his big hands, he pulled you in for the most desperate but passionate kiss you two had ever shared. The tears still cascaded from your eyes but neither of you minded.

“I love you so fucking much, okay? Don’t you ever forget that.” He said to you when he finally pulled back, staring into your pretty crying eyes.

“I love you too.” You choked out.

“Okay, well, I gotta finish this song, I just needed you to know that. And, fuck! Promise me we’ll be okay? Like really promise it! We’re gonna survive this and we’re gonna be so happy, me and you. Right, princess?” Billy frantically asked, his nerves forcing his thoughts to come out all at once and unfiltered.

“We’re gonna be more than okay, baby.” You smiled widely at him and placed another soft peck on his lips with a giggle before pushing his chest away. “Now go! Finish this fucking beautiful song!”

Billy chuckled cheekily walking backwards out onto the stage and blowing you one last kiss which you caught with your hand. You kept it closed in your palm so that you might keep it forever.

Turning to the crowd with a victorious smile on his face, Billy got back into show-man mode and finished off his gorgeous love song.

“I haven't been this scared in a long time And I'm so unprepared, so here's your valentine Bouquet of clumsy words, a simple melody This world's an ugly place, but you're so beautiful.”

Billy x girlfriend reader who loves to ride him and is trying her absolute best to be quiet because Max and El are a few rooms down and afterward she makes dinner for them and El goes “We’re those happy screams” and Billy can’t stop laughing at her embarrassed expression😭

this was supposed to be short but it’s actually quite long i’m v sorry anon (GAH IM NOT HAPPY W THE ENDING BUT U KNOW IM POSTING ANYWAYS)

content warnings: smut 16+ (p in v), oral (m receiving) mild dacryphilia, (kind of) breathplay (??), face fucking, billy’s a lil bit soft for reader<33

“F-fuck!” you squeal, head lolling as you bounce yourself with vigour onto Billy’s cock. His hands guide your hips at a brutal pace, lifting and dropping you back onto him until you’re crying.

His broad hand flies to cover your drooling mouth in an effort to keep you quiet; he grunts, cradling the back of your head with the other hand and pulling you to the juncture of his neck. He removes the hand from your kiss bitten lips as soon as he’s got you firmly fixed against his skin and you begin to mouth at his jaw, sucking, kissing, biting.

“Atta girl,” he murmurs lowly, clasping your hand in his as you grab for his hair. “‘ve got ya, calm down.”

“Feels too good,” you mumble, teary eyed. He coos mockingly, the gentle thumb that comes up to push away your tears contrasting his mean tone.

“My baby’s fucked dumb already?” You nod, too high on the feeling of him buried deep inside of you to register that he’s teasing. It’s not long until your legs ache and you start to slow, frustrated by how close you are but not quite being able to get there.

“‘s alright, just hold on to me,” Billy instructs, pushing you back and fucking up into you meanly. You try your utmost to keep quiet until Billy sticks three calloused digits down your throat, stretching your mouth to accommodate them. The action alone makes you clench around him; the vibrations of your moans against his fingers go straight to his cock. He laughs. “Fuckin’ slut, you like bein’ treated like a stupid whore?”

Your noises are high and strung out and completely incoherent; he slows and deepens his movements, hitting the sweet spot inside of you that has you turning white hot and seizing up.

“Mmh, cumm-ing…” you manage to choke out around his fingers.

You squirm and convulse, trying to push him away, but he fucks you through it, letting you pull cruelly at his curly locks as you thrash. Once your sounds grow short and sharp, he knows you’ve had enough and pulls out, tugging at his dick.

“In my mouth,” you breathe out. “Please.” He smirks, pulling you to the end of your bed so your tear streaked face hangs off of the edge. He grabs two fistfuls of your hair, pushing in until he hits the back of your throat.

“Shit, fuckin’ tight, jesus,” he swears, using your throat as a fleshlight. Every time you gag around him, he moans. “Oh, yeah. This keepin’ that slutty mouth quiet?”

You’d answer if you could, but you’re preoccupied with stifling your gurgling sounds as you gasp for air, nose pressed against his balls.

“Good girl, fuck, that’s it.” He pushes all the way in, holding your nostrils shut as he shoots his load straight down your throat with a stuttered moan. You slap at his thighs, your head growing fuzzy the longer he cuts off your air supply, until eventually he lets go, grinning as you crawl up the bed and gasp.

He sits himself next to you, opening his arms ever so slightly. It’s the most invitation you’ll get from him, so you take it, crawling into his lap. It’s quiet as you wrap your arms around him, nuzzling into his neck, until he breaks the silence with a,

“You did good.”

Your eyelids flutter and you give him a dopey smile; you startle when you feel his own arms wrap around you and tug your naked form closer. Cuddling is a completely new concept for him; he seems to enjoy being this close to you, almost as though you’re one person.

You give yourself a minute to enjoy his closeness, eyes shut as you doze quietly against him, and then you’re pushing yourself away despite his almost silent protests.

“Where are you going?” he asks as you pull your clothes back on, doing your best to hide the array of bruises littered over your skin.

“I told the girls I’d make them dinner, remember?” You snag one of his t-shirts and pull it over your head, inhaling his strong scent of cheap cologne and cigarettes.

“Yeah, I remember.” He stands and pulls his clothes back on, kissing your jaw.

It’s mostly quiet as you get to work on dinner for the girls. Billy sits and watches you from the table, lips quirking into a smile as you hop around, plating things up and setting the table.

You call the girls for dinner and they bound down the stairs eagerly, sitting opposite where you and Billy have situated yourselves. They eat in silence, every so often exchanging snickers that have you cocking an eyebrow.

“What’s so funny?”

El turns to face you, leaning forward slightly. Her eyes widen and her lips part as she whispers, as though the two of you are sharing a secret.

“Were those happy screams?”

You choke on a mouthful of pasta, hands flying to cover your stricken face. You can just about make out Billy’s smug, grinning expression from beside you and you elbow him. He laughs, leaning towards El.

“Yeah, those were very happy screams.”

“Billy, shut up!”

“What?”

You’re mortified, and you spend the rest of the meal dead silent, your face burning.

“Babe, it’s not a big deal,” Billy laughs, seemingly amused by your humiliation.

“Yeah, for you! Cos you can be all smug about it. It’s embarrassing for me!”

Max coughs, nudging your foot under the table.

“It’s okay. If it’s any consolation, we didn’t even hear that much.”

You hide your face, rigid as Billy tugs you into his lap. The rumble of his chest as he laughs makes you purse your lips primly and bat at his chest.

“You’re so mean!”

“It’s funny!”

So does anybody else in the Billy Hargrove loving part of this fandom, have a thing for smoking? 👀

Yeah, we know. Smoking is bad for you, it kills you. Save your lungs. Don't smoke, kids! Stay in school! Ect ect...

「 Shotgun 」

✯ Pairing: Billy Hargrove x (fem)Reader

✯ Summary: Just smutty smoking kink brain vomit. Plain and simple.

✯ CW: Smoking (lots of it), smut, oral sex (m receiving), dom!Billy, unprotected PiV sex, rough sex, creampie, pain play

🛑 18+ MINORS DNI 🛑

✯ Word Count: 1.3k

✯ A/N: Just a short lil thing I thought about while I was writing Part 2 for Kiss, Marry, Kill (still coming soon). Had to make it a separate thing of course, because it's not fluffy at all 🤣🤣 just horny brain going brrrr. ♡

Billy plopped down on your couch with a huff. He laid back, manspreading with a lit cigarette between his lips. You just admired how damn good he looked from the other side of the room, ready to walk over to him and straddle his lap. Until his voice stops you in your tracks.

"Nuh uh, babe." He pulls the cigarette away to exhale a thick puff of smoke, and points his finger towards the floor. "On your knees."

The rasp in his voice made you weak. Ready to do anything he requested, if he spoke like that. So you lowered down to your hands and knees, crawling slowly towards him as he curled his finger. Beckoning to you. Drawing you closer. "That's a good girl. You know what to do."

You did. This was a routine between you two when he was stressed. Goodness, was he stressed after today. Already on his third cigarette in the past two hours. He needed this. Needed your special brand of relief. The kind that had you immediately reaching to unbuckle his belt once you found yourself between his spread legs.

Billy carried on taking drags, not lifting a finger to help you free his cock from the confines of his jeans. All he did was sigh with relief when it finally escaped and sprung up, almost slapping you in the face. Wouldn't be the first time. You stroked him slowly, squeezing hard enough to feel his pulse in your hand. Anything to get a reaction.

"Are you gonna play with it, or get to the point?" He spat, looking down at you. The tone was harsh, but it was attention nonetheless. That was the game. Do something worthy of his attention, and you might be rewarded. So long as you do it in a timely fashion. Billy could be very impatient when he's riled up. Stress made him a ticking time bomb.

Your response was wrapping your lips around his tip, sucking softly and circling with your tongue. Teasing. Just before his hand came down on the back of your head. His hips rolled up, forcing his entire length into your mouth in one push. A satisfied groan leaving his mouth as he heard you gag. "If I have to fuck your throat to cum, then there's no reason for me to fuck your pussy. Right?"

Your eyes teared up, struggling to shake your head no in response to his words. You needed him just as much as he needed you. Only your relief was based on him railing you. Fucking you into the mattress like he wanted to drive you straight through the damn thing. He knew that. So he held it over your head whenever you misbehaved.

"No? Then be my good girl, and do what you're told."

He flicked ashes on to your back, where the bottom of your shirt rode up to expose your skin. You felt the heat for all of two seconds, but it was enough to make your eyelids flutter. Your throat relaxed, giving into the usual rhythm of taking his full size. He removed his hand once you started to move on your own. Slurping up the saliva that pooled and escaped the corners of your mouth. That earned you a genuine, full bodied moan. You cherished the sound. Aching to hear more.

Your body worked on autopilot, bobbing and slurping. Licking and stroking. Alternating back and forth between the two. At first he just continued to smoke his cigarette and stare at the ceiling, as if you weren't even there. The more effort you gave, the more you got from him. Pinching the cigarette so hard he almost crushed the filter. He held it away, squinting his eyes as he exhaled sharply. "Just like that, baby. Oohhh, that's so fucking good."

Internally you were beaming with pride, egged on by his praise as if he were giving you a medal for 'World's Best Cock Sucker'. You almost didn't care if he came in your mouth instead of buried deep inside your pussy. It would only fuel your ego (temporarily). But he was true to his word, and yanked your head up with his free hand. Bringing you face to drool-covered face with him. Not a care in a world for how messy you looked. He leaned in like he was going to kiss you, but stopped just as his lips brushed against yours. He made a small 'O' with his lips, blowing smoke right into your mouth. Which you inhaled greedily. Tasting the tobacco and leftover mint from his gum.

"Come up here and get your prize." He said with a wink. Letting you stand and hastily remove your pants and panties. You didn't even bother with getting completely naked. All he needed was access to your pussy. Access you would grant him any day of the week.

"I know you're too damn impatient to let me take you upstairs, so-" He patted his lap, pulling his pants down just enough to give him more movement in his hips and legs. "Skipped my core workout today anyway. So, I guess this kills two birds with one stone."

You straddled his lap, waiting for him to line himself up with you. He rubbed the tip of his cock through your folds to coat himself with your slick before he pulled you down. You were smart enough to not let the position fool you. Regardless of whether you were on top or not, he was the one fucking you. His hands planted, palms down, into the couch cushions beneath him for leverage. Feet planted as well. You readied yourself for the ride of your life, and mentally prepared for the stomach ache you'll be feeling all day tomorrow.

Up, up, and up. He thrusted upward with his full body, lifting his ass off the couch every time he stuffed his full length into you. Bouncing you on him like a bucking bronco. His cigarette (still tucked between his lips) was almost burned down to the filter, dropping ash on his exposed chest as he fucked you senseless. Either he was too focused to feel it, or didn't care. So you raised a shaky hand and plucked it out of his mouth, putting it to your own lips to take the last few pulls. You almost went into a coughing fit, inhaling smoke as a moan pushed it's way out of your mouth. It made him chuckle and fuck you harder. Huffing and groaning with sweat soaking the curls that bounced on his forehead.

He had to be stirring your intestines like pasta around a fork (although you knew that wasn't at all how anatomy worked). So impossibly deep, you felt like he was splitting you open. Breaking the dam of your climax that caused you make the space between you both so wet and slippery. Your eyes were all over the place, going in and out of focus. Catching glimpsed of his face, contorting as he succumbed to his own pleasure. "Do it." He pushed out between gritted teeth. "Put it out. I'm so close."

You nodded, unable to even speak but you understood what he wanted. You pulled the remains of the cigarette away from your mouth, pressing the lit tip of it to his abdomen. His whole body shook, vibrating as he cried out. Reaching his climax at the exact same time. His legs finally gave out, bringing you both down to a sweaty heap on the couch.

"Shit, Billy.. I don't wanna get sweat all in it. Let me clean it." You peeled yourself off of his sticky torso, looking down at the small circular burn on his skin. Fresh and red. He chuckled. "A little too late for that, darlin'. We can take care of that in a minute. Just..." Instead of finishing his sentence, he pulled you back in to his embrace. You wouldn't get too many mushy words out of him. Actions however, were more likely. He would show you how much he cares about you. Like now, pressing kisses to your forehead and the side of your face. Whatever surface was in reach. He didn't have to energy to bend and capture your lips.

"Better than fuckin' therapy." He sighed.

"Honey... That's concerning."

✯ A/N: I swear, I am scarring my roomate for life with all the random questions I ask him, for the sake of my smut. 🤣

Me: Hey roommate, you know about working out and shit, right?

Roommate: Yeah, I go to the gym-

Me: What's it called when you workout like this? *proceeds to lay on my back and pelvic thrust into the air like a damn fool* I know I've seen people do it with weights but I dunno the name.

Roommate: *sighs and reaches for vodka*

Anyway, hope you enjoy this short little smut-let. Part 2 of Kiss, Marry, Kill will be posted properly later today. ♡ Then I have a request to work on, and Part 2 of Until The Sun Comes Up.

Ao3, Masterlist, more links coming soon...

Cigarettes to Lovers

Five times you got after Jason for smoking.

Jason Todd x gn Reader

I. In the Garden

You wrinkle your nose at the smell drifting past you. A thick, smoky smell, making your throat scratch and your eyes watery. Glancing to your left, you catch sight of the culprit: tall, large build, leaning against a stone wall, watching Damian train in the yard. He’s wearing loose-fitting jeans and a sweatshirt, despite the weather, effectively hiding the sculptured frame you know is underneath. You watch him a little while longer, noticing that even though his body language is relaxed, his eyes are set intently on Damian, following the boy’s every move as he works with his katana. Then he takes another drag of the cigarette in his right hand, and as he blows out the smoke, it drifts right past you. You snap your book shut and, getting up from your comfortable patio chair, march over to Jason. Before you get too close to him, you slow your pace and compose yourself, so that by the time you catch his attention, you’re languidly walking towards him. You come to a halt in front of him and he gives you a quick look before directing his gaze back to Damian.

“Can I help you?” He asks dully.

You let out a short, indignant laugh before taking the cigarette right out from the corner of his mouth and stamping it on the ground.

“You just did,” you reply sweetly.

His attention is back on you in an instant, glaring at you. Before he can say or do anything, you turn around and walk back to your chair. He watches you walk away, a slight look of respect on his face. But by the time you’re settled back into your previous reading position and look over at him, he’s focused on Damian again. You watch as he pulls another cigarette out of his pocket and lights it. Huffing, you take up your things and stomp your way back inside. Jason spares a glance at the house when he hears the screen door close not so gently behind you. He smirks, turning back to the Robin.

“You’re getting sloppy in this heat.”

Damian lets out a frustrated yell, hacks his sword at a nearby bush, straightens back up again, and continues his drill.

II. In the Kitchen

Sluggishly, you make your way to the kitchen, in search of anything to snack on. Upon entering the kitchen, you try to pretend you don’t notice Jason slouched at the table, looking at his phone. You scrounge around in a few different cupboards until a familiar smell reaches your nose. Frowning, you slowly spin on your toes to face Jason. Leaning against the counter, arms crossed, you stare at him until he finally looks up at you.

“What?” He impatiently asks.

“Smoking is bad enough, but smoking indoors? That’s just rude.”

He rolls his eyes and goes back to staring at his phone.

“Especially in a room we all like to hang out in,” you finish. He doesn’t respond but keeps ignoring you. Setting your jaw, you angrily grab the box of Cheez-Its you found and walk around the table until you’re standing over him. He makes no reaction, much to your annoyance. So once again, you find yourself plucking the cigarette away from him, this time out of his hand that’s rested on the table. He’s not as shocked this time, only reacting with a heavy sigh.

“Why are you so mean to me?”

You roll your eyes, making your way out of the kitchen.

“Because I know you can take it,” you call after him.

He can’t help but smile to himself.

III. In the Garage

The sounds of grunting as you walk past the garage door distract you from your original task, instead luring you into the garage. Jason is bent over the front of one of the many cars in the large room. His arm is hidden deep inside the workings and his face is strained, as he obviously struggles with something. You stroll over and sit on a bench beside him.

“Having fun?”

He doesn’t say anything, but gives you a look that says, “guess.”

You laugh a little and move to rest your elbows on your knees and your head on your hands, contentedly watching him work.

Eventually, he stands up straight, supposedly giving up for the moment. Walking over to a workbench, he wipes his hands on a dirty rag and takes a cigarette from a pack on the table. You must’ve made a sound because he looks at you and comments on your disapproving face.

“You’re not gonna take this one away from me, are you?”

You sigh. “Nah.” He looks surprised. “Cars suck, you probably deserve it.”

Jason chuckles and then, to your surprise, takes out another cigarette and offers it to you.

You laugh. “I’m good, but thanks.”

He shrugs, lighting his own. “I’ll corrupt you one of these days.”

You laugh kind of awkwardly and feel your cheeks darken. “I think you underestimate how much of a rule follower I am.”

He smiles slyly. “Still, wouldn’t mind testing those limits. Could be kind of fun.”

Now you’re really blushing. Your mind is telling you you need to find a way out of this conversation before it goes further. But you don’t necessarily mind where it’s going, either. You jump off your stool and walk over to him. Laying a hand on his bicep, you cock your head slightly.

“Could be,” you say, playfully.

You leave the cigarette in his hand, but make sure to grab the whole pack off the table as you walk past.

IV. At a Gala

Jason wasn’t thrilled to be here, to say the least. All these upper-class, overly privileged people in one room made him nauseous with the amount of eye-rolling he’d been doing. He supposed he had to admit to himself that technically speaking, now he too, was an upper-class, overly privileged person. His face contorted in distaste at the thought. Anyways, it made him way too anxious to be around all these people and he was really starting to regret letting Bruce talk him into coming. But he managed to sneak away for a moment, on a yet undiscovered-by-lovers balcony, leaning against the railing and blowing smoke into the cold, Gotham night air. If you could ignore the voices and clinking of champagne glasses coming from inside, it was relatively peaceful out here. Until that is, he heard quiet footsteps coming up behind him.

“I’m outside this time.”

You scoff. Giving up your attempt to sneak up on him, you walk to his side, taking up the railing next to him. You look up at him with an irritation-ridden face. He can tell right away that neither of you is having the lovely evening that was promised to you.

“I’m not in the mood, Y/n,” he says, taking another draw.

“Neither am I,” you respond, reaching up to take the offending object from his mouth. He quickly grabs your hand, gripping it firmly.

“I swear to god, Y/n, if you try to take this cigarette away from me I’ll- ” he stops.

“You’ll what?” You ask, interested in whatever threat he comes up with. Then you notice his eyes change. They’re still hard but in a different way. Less angry, more… lustful. His voice changes too, from short-tempered to flirty and raspy.

“Wouldn’t you rather have me show you?”

V. In the Bedroom

Sheets pile around your hips and your thighs that are straddling Jason. He’s propped against the headrest of your bed, his hair beautifully mussed. You’re entertaining yourself by tracing the lines of the scars and muscles on his torso. He’s entertaining himself by watching you. Both of you are simply content in each other’s hold.

A soft smile adorning your face is quickly replaced by a frown when Jason reaches for a pack of cigarettes he has tucked away behind the lamp and some books on your nightstand. You can’t believe him.

You continue openly frowning at him as he lights it. He’s either ignoring you or just oblivious because he doesn’t seem to care about the fact that your hands are now folded across your chest.

“Really?” You ask. His eyes look up at you, he pulls the cigarette away from his mouth, and gives you his own look of “really?”

You sigh and take the stick out of his fingers. He groans and drops his head back against the headrest. You stop for a moment, considering your actions, and then pluck the lighter from his other hand. As you light the cigarette in your mouth, he smirks at you, absolute satisfaction painting his face.

“I told you I could corrupt you.”

“Don’t get too excited.” You take one puff then reach to put it out on the base of your lamp. You don’t want to ruin your beautiful wooden nightstand.

“Ah-ah,” he tuts, taking it away from you before you can put it out, and puts it back in his own mouth.

“Jason,” you plead, “we’re in my house now. And I don’t want it smelling like smoke. Listen, if you have to, just go outside.”

He looks at you, feeling slightly guilty.

“But then I’d have to leave you in this bed.”

“Well, thats just a choice you’re gonna have to make, then.”

He exhales. You’re resolved but slightly disappointed, waiting for him to move out from under you and leave. But he doesn’t.

“Damn.”

He twists around, reaching to put out the cigarette in the trash can on your floor. Once he’s sitting upright again, his hands go to your hips, slowly pulling you closer.

You wait for him to say something more, but he doesn’t, so you smile at him. He returns your smile, before flipping you over on your back, covering up your giggling with kisses.