Riding Red (Billy/Lily)
Title: Riding Red
Fandom: Dr. Horrible’s Sing-Along Blog/How I Met Your Mother
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 350+
Pairing: Billy/Lily
Warning: Noncon, Pyscho!Billy, Darkfic
Summary: Lily finds herself captured by Dr. Horrible and discovers there are things to fear more then Dr. Horrible. Things like Billy.
For: idioticonion
Billy’s bone white hands raked the towel through Lily’s damp and newly dyed hair, the strands staining the towel red in places. Crimson whorls and drips clung to the bowl of the sink stubbornly, looking like a massacre. Lily tried to close her eyes as a tear dripped out and settled on the curve of a bare breast. Her scalp still stung from the vigorous shampooing and her mind kept going back to Marshall, blood dripping from the wound in his head. Scalp wounds bled a lot right? He couldn’t be dead. He was her Marshmallow.
This wasn’t happening. “Penny,” Billy said absent-mindly, brushing a finger through her hair. That was his name, Billy, short for William. When he was Billy, he was far scarier then Dr. Horrible ever could be.
Dr. Horrible was rather like Barney, odd, she was saying that about someone who, aside from being skinnier and paler, was Barney’s mirror image in personality. He was a pervert, grandiose, and a blogger prone to making up words. But Dr. Horrible was just a mask, a persona to hide a broken person. Billy wasn’t. He was scary, quiet, psychotic, passive-aggressive, and unpredictable. “Penny,” he repeated again, his hand brushing across her bare breast virgin-clumsy. His fingers found her nipple and pinched it hard. “Penny. You will love me. You just need to know it. Because you do.”
Lily yelped and Billy wrapped his hand in her hair bringing it back. “My name is Lily… Lily Aldrin.”
Billy gave a harsh little laugh. “Don’t be silly, Penny.” He ground himself into her butt, letting her feel the stiffness of his cock press into her flesh. The bastard was erect. He was getting off on this. “Don’t let the world brainwash you. You’re my Penny. You’ve come home.”
“You’re a sick man,” Lily said as he buried his nose in her hair and inhaled, smearing hair dye on his pale face.
She could hear the rasp of his zipper as he eased himself out. “I think you are the one who needs to be fixed, Penny,” Billy crooned eagerly, parting her thighs.
Fandom: Dr. Horrible’s Sing-Along Blog/How I Met Your Mother
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 350+
Pairing: Billy/Lily
Warning: Noncon, Pyscho!Billy, Darkfic
Summary: Lily finds herself captured by Dr. Horrible and discovers there are things to fear more then Dr. Horrible. Things like Billy.
For: idioticonion
Billy’s bone white hands raked the towel through Lily’s damp and newly dyed hair, the strands staining the towel red in places. Crimson whorls and drips clung to the bowl of the sink stubbornly, looking like a massacre. Lily tried to close her eyes as a tear dripped out and settled on the curve of a bare breast. Her scalp still stung from the vigorous shampooing and her mind kept going back to Marshall, blood dripping from the wound in his head. Scalp wounds bled a lot right? He couldn’t be dead. He was her Marshmallow.
This wasn’t happening. “Penny,” Billy said absent-mindly, brushing a finger through her hair. That was his name, Billy, short for William. When he was Billy, he was far scarier then Dr. Horrible ever could be.
Dr. Horrible was rather like Barney, odd, she was saying that about someone who, aside from being skinnier and paler, was Barney’s mirror image in personality. He was a pervert, grandiose, and a blogger prone to making up words. But Dr. Horrible was just a mask, a persona to hide a broken person. Billy wasn’t. He was scary, quiet, psychotic, passive-aggressive, and unpredictable. “Penny,” he repeated again, his hand brushing across her bare breast virgin-clumsy. His fingers found her nipple and pinched it hard. “Penny. You will love me. You just need to know it. Because you do.”
Lily yelped and Billy wrapped his hand in her hair bringing it back. “My name is Lily… Lily Aldrin.”
Billy gave a harsh little laugh. “Don’t be silly, Penny.” He ground himself into her butt, letting her feel the stiffness of his cock press into her flesh. The bastard was erect. He was getting off on this. “Don’t let the world brainwash you. You’re my Penny. You’ve come home.”
“You’re a sick man,” Lily said as he buried his nose in her hair and inhaled, smearing hair dye on his pale face.
She could hear the rasp of his zipper as he eased himself out. “I think you are the one who needs to be fixed, Penny,” Billy crooned eagerly, parting her thighs.