we're all a little mad here

Ben Barnes :

One Nostril: I’m cool

Billy Russo x Reader 

A/N: Cinderella inspired with a modern twist. Enjoy 😘

Warnings: cursing, fluff, mentions of emotional abuse, smut, more fluff. 

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Fandom: Marvel

Pairing: Billy Russo x Reader

Warning: I mean…this stuff involves pain so it may be uncomfortable for you. so keep that in mind…

The thrill of the pain, the pleasure you got from it…it’s so exhilarating. 

Prompt: can you write a fic/one-shot in which reader, Frank and Karen’s friend, thinks that Billy (who’s not a villain here) hates her but she’s too oblivious and/or self conscious to notice that he’s in love with her (much to the amusement of their friends)? Prompter: Anonymous

So I got this one recently and had so much inspiration that I wrote half of it at work! Here’s the final piece. Hope you enjoy!

Summary: Sometimes all it takes is a little bit of incentive to get what you want…

Characters: Peter Hale x female reader

Words: 3,217

Warnings:  nsfw, smut, language

Author’s Note: This is my contribution to @bamby0304′s “Thirsty Thousand” challenge. My prompt was to use the phrase “Is that my shirt?” which I bolded when it appears in the story. Enjoy ;)

It was on a hot Friday afternoon that an underground water pipe had burst down the street, leaving all the buildings on your block dry as the Sahara. And, of course, you hadn’t discovered this lovely fact until after getting home from a long day at work. You had been fantasizing about a cool shower to unwind for the weekend and had nearly cried with frustration when turning the shower handle only emitted a few loud thumps and dry hisses from the pipes. A call to the water company confirmed your fears, as you were told by an obviously flustered mechanic that they “hoped to have things back up and running by Sunday.”

Making a split-second decision, you had grabbed your keys, got in your car, and driven across town to the flat of none other than Peter Hale.

Some may wonder why, out of all the members of Scott’s pack, you had chosen the metaphorical Big Bad Wolf. First off, Peter’s place was the closest in location to your apartment. Secondly, you had caught a glimpse of his shower the one time you had used his bathroom during a pack meeting a couple weeks ago, and it was the stuff dreams were made of. There was also a third reason, one you were less likely to freely admit…