Moodboards;

💌 Send this to the 12 nicest people you know or seem to have a good heart and if you get five back you must be pretty awesome. 💌🥰🥰

Thank you, Quinnie. This was really nice to wake up to. 🥰💜

Fallout: New Vegas Scenery [6/?]

My lovely friend Katherine,

For the soft ask game…

1. What song makes you feel better?

19. Most important thing in your life?

29. Morning, afternoon, or night?

Please and thank you,

💐

Thank you for the ask, Ericca! 💜😄

1. What song makes you feel better?

Anything by Fleetwood Mac, but Rhiannon specifically.

19. Most important thing in your life?

My mom. We’ve been through so much together. I love her.

29. Morning, afternoon, or night?

Night, definitely. My mood is always better at night. It’s peaceful and quiet. No distractions. Just me, and my thoughts. :)

Love you, Ericca!! 💜❤️💕

got this glittery dust from lush im abt to start my career as edward cullen

Fear of the Dark

A Monsters in the Dark Drabble.

Nightmares, PTSD, kissing, a bit of dacryphilia, mentions of Billy’s bad childhood, fem!reader.

@idaofinfinity @e-dubbc11 @rosaleenablack

Billy woke up to sniffling by the door to his bedroom, he paused wondering if he brought someone home and didn't remember, but then he realized you occupied the penthouse now, taking you in for Curtis, you’d had no place to go.

“Mr. Russo?” You asked, voice watery. “Can I sleep with you? Don’t like the dark, don’t like being alone. I’ll be good, I promise.” Your voice shook as you clung to the doorframe.

“C’mon, baby.” Billy said, patting the bed, unable to resist your tearful voice.

It excited him.

You crawled in, curling in a ball, your whole body shaking. He wondered what haunted your nightmares. He pulled you against him, stroking your hair and trying to soothe your tremors, as he hushed you softly, his lips brushing yours.

You shuddered, pressing closer, returning his affection. You were hungry for it.

You reminded him of a small mouse, looking for safety in a deadly panther.

God, it took him back. His fingers moved to your hips, digging into your flesh, and you sighed shakily, clutching his own hips.

“Where’s my mom?” Billy remembered crying to the firemen at the station, his lips had trembled, his chest had heaved. He remembered he couldn’t breathe because of his sobbing.

Why had she left him there? When was she coming back? He wondered if he had been bad.

It was an unfamiliar place, and he just wanted to go home.

“Your ma ain’t comin’ back, son.” The man had told Billy, who had sunk into hopelessness with no comfort in sight.

Billy stroked your hips, thumbs rubbing back and forth. Your crying slowed down, and you clutched his shirt in your hands, lips only trembling off and on now.

Billy was struck with the idea he was needed. He wanted to chase away your demons, to hurt anyone who had hurt you.

Mine, he thought, surprising himself.

Your eyes fluttered, tears clinging to your lashes, cheek pressed to his chest. Your body shuddered one last time before you slept soundly.

His heart ached.

God, attachments were a weakness but the feeling of being needed was addictive, and that was a very dangerous thing.

Billy groaned inwardly, fingers digging into your flesh, nose skimming your hair. He wanted you in his bed more than he should, wanted to spread you out on his sheets and devour you, hear your sweet sighs and moans while he ruined you. To settle between your thighs, and split you open on his cock.

The last thing he remembered was your soft breathing, and your body slotted perfectly against his.

It brought him more comfort than he wanted to admit.

Comfort that hadn’t been in his life since childhood.

Can I be added to your billy russo tag list please 🙏

Absolutely! 💜

BEAUTIFUL PERSON AWARD. Once you're given this award, you're supposed to paste it in the ask of eight people who deserve it. If you break the chain, nothing happens but it's sweet to know so. I think you're beautiful inside and outside ❤️🥰

🩷 Right back at you, my friend. I think of you often, even though I’m not as active lately. I’d like to be but it seems I’m sick again, so other than reblogging, writing wears me out so I’ve paused until I feel better, but I always look forward to your stories, especially with Mr. Russo. ♥️

I hope you have a Merry Christmas!! 🎄

I'm a simple girl. I just want a man with nice eyes, a sharp jawline, questionable morals, and a fondness for knives.

Moodboards.

@violetflamesx for my witchy and whimisgoth side blog. @esthers-wine for my fall/autumn themed sideblog. And @zeldafairy for my fic recommendations!

Billy Russo;

Series;

Monsters in the Dark Masterlist

Drabbles;

The Wolf.

Diet Mountain Dew.

Jasmine.

Finally! A decent amount of rain. It's been such a dry spring

21-May-2023