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becauseicantthinkwritings · 1 year

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Teeth

Part 4!

Werepanther! Billy Russo x Female Reader

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Oh, @marvelmusing, I bet you thought that was the last of it...

Warnings: heavy voyeurism, smut, hints of angst.

B.Russo.

That's what he'd written on the scrap of paper. What was the 'B' for?

Probably Big cock because honestly, even though you had resisted temptation and not looked, his entire vibe expressed in detail how big his dick probably was.

He was... really something. His entire aura made you want to curl up beside him, have him hold you protectively while you slept. You just wanted to touch him, and keep touching him, and maybe kiss him if he wanted.

The memory of some of your dreams of him come to mind, they'd been eerily vivid, slow kisses and eager touches and words that you couldn't remember but the feeling of hearing them was seared into you.

Fuck, you might like him a little more than you expected.

You wanted to text him, maybe send him a message, but you were so trapped by fear.

What if he hadn't meant it like that? Maybe this was just for emergencies, and he would find you annoying if you tried. Maybe he found you annoying enough already.

You sigh, putting your phone down.

Where had that sarcastic girl inside of you gone? The one that had sassed a serial killer who was about to end her?

You'd felt yourself change so much after that experience, scared of the world around you, and you missed her, you missed the person that you used to be.

She wouldn't have had any problems asking a hot guy his name.

Then again, William wasn't just any hot guy, he was still a client, and you definitely should not get involved.

He was probably just extending a courtesy to you anyway.

It was annoying how much he found himself staring at his phone.

Fuck. Had he come on too strong?

He rubs a tired hand over his face, exhausted.

The predator was scratching at the inside of his mind endlessly, turning his brain to shreds. Demanding he go to her, demanding he find her, and kiss her, and pick her up, seat her soft body on his, feel the heat of her arousal between her thighs-

His phone rings.

Fuck.

Truly, everything was so tedious now, mind-numbingly boring. He no longer wanted to spend long hours at the office, sacrificing his personal time for work, he wanted you. He wanted an existence, where he could go home to you, crawl into bed beside you, rest his body beside yours, stay there beside you until he rots, leaving only your bones and his together, a lifetime of eternal peace.

He blinks, realises how insane his thoughts are.

He didn't know the first thing about you.

No, that wasn't true, he knew lots, he knew how you laughed and he knew the sound of your voice and the scent of your skin and there was a million more things to learn and he wanted to know them all.

"Surprise!" Dani exclaims as you open the door to her.

You laugh in amusement, unable to see much of her face through the magnificently large palm plant in her hands.

"How on earth are you holding on to that? It's fucking huge." You say, stepping aside to let her in.

"I'm strong, I get by." She replies easily, moving to place the plant by your nearest window.

You watch her, as you close the front door.

She grabs at the heavy curtains, pulling them aside to let some sunlight in.

"Oh, this place is awesome, I love the little balcony." She comments, staring out of the windows.

You grin.

"Thanks, honestly, I don't go out there much." Or even open your curtains, but you'd definitely have to have some sunlight come in now for your new plant friend.

"Can I?" She asks, and waits for your nod of approval before pulling the glass door open.

The cool air of the morning spills in, you find yourself liking it, appreciating new things about your new apartment.

Truthfully, having the windows open made you a little bit on edge, you didn't know who would be able to look in, and it paired oddly with your feeling of constantly being watched.

Outside certainly wasn't too bad though, as you inched closer to the window, you found that you could see a little into the house next door, a kitchen area and a little bit of a sitting area, with a cute fireplace.

This was his house, you realise with abject facination.

"Who's house?" Dani asks, pulling you out of your thoughts.

"Uh, the guy I was telling you about, who helped me with my bags the other day."

"Big dick Russo?"

You smile.

"Yeah, him."

"Hmm, nice place." She comments, moving away from the window.

When your second friend arrives, she brings a jar of cacao nibs and a crate of strawberries.

You happily thank Amy, washing some of the strawberries and settling into the couch to enjoy them.

You'd been friends with Dani and Amy for a lot of your life, and you'd come a long way with them. They were both there that night, you'd been trying to keep them safe when you'd taken off running.

You remember the aftermath, stumbling back toward the sound of their voices calling your name, trying to explain to them, with barely any breath left in your lungs, what had happened.

They hadn't left you alone for even a second that night, at least one of them in sight at all times.

If it weren't for them, the aftermath would have decimated you.

You curl up happily with your strawberries, listening to their little updates.

You smile when Dani turns her concerned eyes to you, she asks how you've been sleeping.

"Actually a lot better here. I feel surprisingly safe."

She nods in understanding.

"Yeah, the doorman looked at me so suspiciously it was almost funny. If you didn't call ahead, he might have kicked me out."

You smile, nodding.

"No more surprise birthday parties for me."

"Well, I can always seduce him into letting me in." She says with a shrug of her shoulder, earning a laugh from you.

Amy, who has been making herself a cup of tea, squeaks loudly.

You spin to look at her, her eyes open comically wide, hands clamped over her mouth as she stares out the open door to the balcony.

"Oh my god, what?" Dani says, standing suddenly to move to another window, parting the curtains slightly to look out.

She looks for a second, eyes scanning the area in confusion, before her mouth drops open.

"What?" you say moving to take a peek over her shoulder.

At first you don't see it, you don't know where to look, your first thought was something on the roof of the next building or maybe the ground below, before movement in the opposite window catches your eye.

Your mouth goes dry.

His hair is wet, fresh from a shower, his torso is bare. You blink, trying to double check that he was in fact there, in his kitchen, half-naked after a shower, a towel wrapped around his hips.

He reaches into one of the taller cupboards, grabbing a mug, the muscles of his back flexing as he closes the cupboard door.

Your body tingles at the sight of him. You watch him scratch the corner of his lip absentmindedly as he checks his phone, turning away to disappear deeper into his home where you can't see.

"Jesus Christ." Dani whispers, reminding you that she was there, a small frown forming on your face as you realise that you're not the only one admiring him.

"We shouldn't be watching him." You try to say, looking at Amy, who does not draw her eyes away from the window.

Dani's gasp pulls your attention, and you try to peek over her shoulder once more.

His hair is askew, his body a little less wet now, black boxers replacing the towel on his hips.

"That's a big dick for sure." Dani whispers.

"Stop. Enough." You say with finality, reaching around her to shut the curtains in her face.

You close in the balcony door next, avoiding looking over as you draw the curtains shut.

Everyone is silent for a moment, before Amy says your name.

"Please send him a text." She says, with pleading eyes.

You let out a little huff.

There's a fascination for him that does not leave you, and when you find him in your dreams later that night, you make sure to express all your pent up frustrations very clearly.

He's standing in your living room, studying the little palm tree. He turns to you with a smile when he senses you approaching.

You are not smiling.

Hands gripping his wrists, you pull at him, almost angry in your feverish movements.

He looks stunned when you push him to a sitting position on your couch.

You're still in your vintage night dress, all soft fabrics and little bows, you raise the hem, sliding yourself onto his lap easily.

He's still looking at you with surprised eyes, he doesn't know what's brought this on but he does not want to stop it in any way.

"What will it take to make you mine?" You whisper, leaning into him. His eyebrows draw together, confused.

"I already am." he answers easily, just as your noses brush.

"I wish you were," you say harshly against his mouth, "I wish you knew how badly I want you."

"I was made for you." He confesses, a promise against your lips as his fingers secure themselves to the spot behind your neck, pulling you in.

Your mouths meld together, a blissful sigh from each mouth.

Your body calls out to him, empty, aching.

You take his free hand, guiding it slowly over your thigh, so that he touches the spot right over your womb.

"I need you right here." You gasp into his mouth, and you feel his fingers tighten reflexively on the back of your neck.

He says your name, a whispered prayer.

"Please. I'm so tired of being empty." You plead, ready to beg if he would just give you what you crave.

"I'm right here," he promises, hands caressing either side of your face, kissing your lips one more time for good measure.

"And I'm not going anywhere."

When you wake, it's with a sad sigh.

It's odd, to be this disastrously needy, and yet feel an ache in your chest like never before.

You strip your nightdress off, your body exposed to the cool air of your room, only your underwear on to shield you from what you're about to do next.

You're not thinking when you pull your bedroom curtains open, all you want, is for him to see.

It doesn't matter that he's a stranger, or that he's a client. In the dark of the night, with the moonlight streaming in, all you want him to be, is yours.

He isn't expecting it.

So when he moves to his windows to check for movement, he doesn't think it's real.

For a moment, he thinks he might still be dreaming.

But no.

There you are.

Your curtains parted, and he can see right into your bedroom, the moonlight soft on your gorgeous skin.

You writhe on your sheets, one hand on your breast, the other- he swallows- the other under the lining of your panties.

You were playing with yourself.

His heart hammers in his head, the predator roars.

He watches, it doesn't take much for you to come, back arching, quiet gasps, trembling thighs.

Your chest heaves as you try to suck in air. He wishes he was in the room with you. The scent of your cunt must be filling the room by now, despite the flimsy piece of fabric between your thighs.

What were you thinking about? Was it him?

You tug your fingers out of your underwear, his mouth waters at the sight of your glistening fingers.

He groans, backs away from the windows so that his silhouette isn't visible. Watches you close the curtains, and disappear from his view.

It's well into the morning, long after he's been awake, after his Sunday morning run, he's standing in his kitchen, blending a smoothie, when his phone goes off, a little picture display telling him exactly who it is.

'What's the 'B' in your name stand for?'

Billy smiles.

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prcsopamoved · 5 years

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❛ 𝐇𝐄𝐘, 𝐈𝐅 𝐈𝐓 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐏𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐏 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐓 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 ❜ he’s leaned comfortably against the sofa on the opposite end of the office , arms folded across his chest , one leg bent at the knee . nights like this had been a habit as of late . hours lurking in the office , she pining over work like it was some long lost lover . usually it wasn’t he to end up on her guard , but a personal request from their recently signed contract indebted him to her side ( whether she liked it or not ) with thanks to a slew of threats against her father , he’d only wanted the best for her daughter . a part of him was envious of this fact , though the rest of him ? wasn’t sure if it was to her preference . regardless - a job was a job .

it’s the usual song and dance that she gives which he deflects by handing over a fresh bottle of water , his other hand situating the com in his ear . ❛ i have no doubts that you are , miss kent but anvil prides themselves on being thorough in their work and besides , it’s been raining all day , some of the streets are flooded . your father mentioned you don’t exactly … drive well in inclement weather . ❜ a pause , his gaze flickers to the window behind her as if waiting for something to jump out and pose the very threat that’s been lingering before motioning towards the door ❛ one of my guys will get your car home before you’re even up in the morning . ❜

𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑢𝑒𝑑 ! @sincmente

#sincmente #« the only crime in war is to lose !! » b.russo 〈 all 〉#𝑓𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 m.kent

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libraryofloveletters · 2 years

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sweet like sugar, sour like lemon (b.russo) sneak peek

“Mr. Russo is in a meeting at the moment.” she tells you, a lie rehearsed one too many times to work on you.

“With whom?” your head tilts, eyes focusing on her. She looked away from your gaze, you hum and step past her desk. “No! Miss, you can’t go in there!” she shouts as she tries to catch you before you pull the large door open.

Too late.

#sneak peek #billy russo

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ofheroesandvillains · 4 years

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To Catch A Ghost 2 - B.Russo

Words: 2.5k Warnings: None Summary: You find a way in.

Hi everyone! Thank you so much for reading and commenting on part 1. It’s a bit of a slow start - bear with me. I did some research for this chapter and it was super underwhelming. Reader is a sniper in this story and the US military doesn't have much info on them so...creative licence and all that. The squad mentioned is not real (to my knowledge).

(Not my gif, credit to the creator!)

“He got any family? Friends?”

“Grew up in the system. Surrogate family was gunned down in broad daylight.”

“The Castles.”

You remembered hearing about that particular tragedy on the news. Your eyes travelled to the black and white photo paperclipped to Russo’s profile. They both looked like hell, covered in dirt and sweat-soaked clothes, but their smiles were blinding.

“That’s right. Castle’s skipped town until this mess with the CIA dies down, so he shouldn’t be a problem.”

“Alright. Anyone else I should know about?”

“Curtis Hoyle. Former Navy SARC.”

“Connection?”

“They served together. Hoyle runs group therapy sessions at St. John’s for vets - sessions funded by Russo.”

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3 months later...

Most assumed that Billy Russo was a man of fine taste - he had enough money, good-looks, and charm to ensure that people swiftly forgot that he was the product of a broken and abusive system. That was Billy Russo the businessman, and while he took his job very seriously, that man would never be who he really was.

Billy Russo was a soldier. A man who was happy to get his hands dirty if it meant getting the job done. And his hands had been covered in so much blood lately, he could barely recognise them. It was all worth it, of course. He’d do anything for Frank, and if that meant putting his benefactor six feet under, then he’d do it with a smile on his face. And he did.

Thinking about Rawlins put a bad taste in his mouth. To know that he’d been reliant on the bastard responsible for tearing Frankie’s family apart, his family apart…if he could kill him again, he would.

Unfortunately, killing Rawlins had left ANVIL in a precarious position. The company had been slowly gaining a reputation, but he knew these things took time.

Not only was his biggest investor gone, but he’d also lost a lot of Rawlins’ contacts and personnel. Recruitment was slow. Though ANVIL was kept out of the papers after all that went down with Rawlins, his employees knew about the investigation and many had jumped off what they believed was a sinking ship. His credibility had gone down and building it back up was costing him money he didn’t have.

Money he wasn’t sure he’d make without that elusive government contract he’d been chasing.

“Goddamn it.”

He pinched the bridge of his nose with a thumb and forefinger. The numbers in his excel spreadsheet were starting to blur together, and he wasn’t sure how much more he could take on two hours of sleep. He wanted to hit something. He wanted to see Frank. He wanted to talk to Curtis.

He wanted to do anything but what he was doing.

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“My cover?”

“Will have to be military - Keres Squad. You have the training, and the confidentiality will allow minimal exposure when he inevitably starts snooping. I’ve called in a favour with the DoD, we’re working on making this air-tight.”

“Why does it feel like you’re turning me into a female version of Russo?”

“He’ll be more sympathetic if you share similarities. The more of himself he sees in you, the more likely he’ll be to take you on.”

“Which fortune teller told you that crap? The more we have in common, the more he’ll dig.”

Coulson’s lips twitched into a barely-there smile.

“Yes, and you’re going to let him.”

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After months of watching him, you’d come to learn that ANVIL was pretty much Billy Russo’s entire life. He worked hard, you’d give him that, but that was pretty much all he did. Some nights he’d go out and find himself a distraction, others would be spent away on a job. But there was one day each fortnight that was untouchable.

Every second Thursday would see him out of ANVIL by midday, cheque in hand, and a small smile on his face. Today was one of those days, and the wait was finally over.

“You don’t have to do that, Ri.”

You shooed Curtis away when he tried to take the chair off your hands.

“And you don’t have to sit here listening to our crap every week, but you do. ‘Cause you’re a good guy.”

Curtis smiled wide and his eyes narrowed.

“That your roundabout way of complimenting yourself?”

“Hey, you’re the one always preaching about acknowledging the good inside each of us,” you recited with a pointed look.

He shoved your shoulder in good humour.

“Alright, smartass.”

You smiled. Curtis was a damn good guy, one of the most likeable people you’d met so far. But damn, as soon as he considered someone a friend, or worse, his responsibility, there was no chance of getting out of some serious talking. So when you turned around after stacking the last chair, you weren’t surprised to see him studying you as he so often did.

“Can I ask you something?” He crossed his arms, that appraising look in his eyes.

Of all the tough nuts he’d had to crack in his life, you’d been one of the toughest. He wasn’t quite sure he’d cracked you at all, to be honest.

“And don’t get me wrong, I’m happy you’re here - hell, I’m proud of you. You got a good head on your shoulders.”

“So do you, Curt.” You huffed a laugh. “What’s the question?”

Curtis shrugged, and you could see his discomfort plain as day - he wasn’t one to hide his feelings. You knew there was a question he was dying to ask, one he never wanted to ask one of his people - why are you here?

Or at least a variation of it...you gave Curtis Hoyle credit, he was sharper than you thought he’d be. That was a problem for another day.

“Do these sessions help you?”

He’d never drive anyone who needed help away, and he knew better than most that some people hid their scars better than others - especially those trained to do so.

But you were something he’d never be able to understand, not really.

Soldiers...they were used to an enemy they could see, one they could fire at. Most of your life was spent killing ghosts stuck in the shadows - people like yourself. There came a point where feeling no longer came into question. Desensitisation was a blessing in your line of work.

You couldn’t tell Curtis that, because no matter how much it felt like it, he wasn’t your friend. He was just another person who knew the woman you were pretending to be - Sergeant Riley Jameson, Keres Squad Sniper, doesn’t talk much about what happened over there. And he was absolutely vital to your investigation.

That didn’t mean there wasn’t truth in your answer, a truth you’d never thought to confront before. On those days you spent alone in the cabin with nothing but time, you refused to admit to yourself that maybe you missed your old life a little more than you let on.

Sometimes you hoped for a knock on the door, a familiar face to try and rope you into a familiar situation.

You might even thank Coulson for this opportunity in the end.

“I just...sometimes I miss it, y’know? I mean, yeah, some of the things I’ve done…” you shook your head. “But there’s that familiarity to it all, that routine that kinda becomes the new normal after a while - a place to belong, a family you become a part of. It never really leaves you.”

He didn’t say a word, and you were grateful. It was the first time you spoke about something like this in the month you’d been attending his sessions. You’d admit that things were easier around Curtis though. They needed to be or you’d get nowhere.

“So maybe I deal with it better, but I think I do need to be here...just to feel that familiarity without itching for a gun in my hand again, y’know?”

A beat passed where he just stared at you, and then he smiled one of the softest smiles you’d seen him wear. It looked a lot like the one Clint had given you when you’d hit your first bullseye.

“Did that- did that make sense?”

“Absolutely.”

Surprisingly, it wasn’t Curtis who replied. William Russo, you recalled, had a voice like velvet. And his steps were annoyingly silent.

Right on time.

“Well, well,” Curtis teased with a grin. “Look who it is.”

They met each other halfway, sharing genuine smiles and a hug for good measure.

“How you doin’, man?”

“Gettin’ out of bed is a bastard, but I’m still kickin’.”

“Damn right, you are.” Russo smiled.

“Oh,” Curtis shot you an inviting smile and waved you over. “Billy Russo, meet Riley Jameson. Ri, this is that hotshot CEO I was tellin’ you about the other week.”

Billy’s brows arched. His suit was immaculate, his hair and beard groomed to perfection, and not for the first time since you started this assignment did you wonder just how someone got that lucky.

There was a spark of recognition in his eyes when Curtis introduced you, but ‘Billy the friend’ quickly slipped back into ‘Billy the CEO’. It was one of the reasons you hated espionage - no one was ever themselves. Everyone had a different face to show each person they knew, and you didn’t have the time or patience to figure out which one was real.

Come to think of it, that was why you hated human interaction in general.

“Well, damn. It is a small world,” Billy said with a smile.

As small as I need it to be, you thought with a smile of your own. Curtis’ gaze darted between you in a mix of curiosity and confusion.

“You two know each other?”

“In passing,” you answered. “It’s nice to see you again, Marine.”

Russo laughed, flashing those pearly whites with a contagious smile.

“Likewise.” His smile died down and he jerked a thumb over his shoulder. “I’m uh, I’m sorry about that, by the way. Couldn’t help but overhear…”

You waved him off.

“It’s no problem, Mr Russo.”

“Billy, please.” His tongue darted out to wet his lips, and there was a sudden intensity in his dark eyes. “Y’know, if you find yourself missing it very often, you’re more than welcome to come by ANVIL and see how things work.”

“Billy,” Curtis warned.

Billy held his hands up in surrender, lips quirking into a bashful smile. “I’m just sayin’. The offer’s always there.”

You cocked a brow. “ANVIL? That’s the security company, right?”

He seemed to perk up at your interest, and you heard Curtis sigh quietly.

“We focus on reintegrating ex-soldiers like yourself back into the world in an environment more suited to their skill set.”

“Sounds like hard work.”

“It can be,” he nodded. “But it’s worth it.”

His lithe fingers plucked a card from the inner pocket of his suit.

“Here, feel free to call or swing by sometime. I could give you a tour of the facility.”

You took the sleek card with a nod.

“Thanks, I might take you up on that.” You smiled and looked to an unusually silent Curtis. He wasn’t quick enough to wipe the frown off his face.

“Well, I should probably head off. I’ll see you next week, Curt.”

“Yeah, of course.” Curtis clapped a hand onto your shoulder. “Thanks again for helping out.”

“No problem. It was nice seeing you, Mr Russo.”

“And you, Miss Jameson.” He smiled politely, the words rolling off his tongue like a purr.

“Riley.” You called out from the doorway, and he responded in kind.

“Billy.”

He watched you disappear for the second time, this time with a satisfied smile. Your first encounter had left him intrigued, and he’d even admit to hoping for a second whenever he went to his little bar after a particularly rough day. It hadn’t happened, and he’d almost forgotten that one night entirely.

“Don’t even think about it, Russo,” Curtis said with an amused shake of his head.

“It’s nothing.”

Curtis rolled his eyes. Billy would have been a lot more convincing if he wasn’t still staring at the doorway. “I’m serious, man. She’d hand you your own ass on a silver platter.”

He turned his stare to Curtis with a devious smirk.

“My kind of girl then?”

Curtis glowered at him, but it only earned him a chuckle.

“I’m just messing with you, man. After all that shit with Madani...” Billy shook his head and ignored the sympathetic look Curtis shot his way. “What’s her story, anyway?”

“Who, Riley? She doesn’t like talking about it.”

Yeah, no kidding, Billy thought. He couldn’t even get a name out of you, and it was clear that Curtis was going to respect that.

“Nothin’ at all?”

“Look, I know that thing with Rawlins hit ANVIL hard. You need new recruits, I get that. But I don’t know about this one, man. You have no idea how hard it is to get a read on that woman. The shit she had to do...something tells me I don’t wanna know about it.”

Billy’s eyes darkened and Curtis should have known that that would be the wrong thing to say.

“Spec Ops?”

He hesitated, and Billy could almost see the conflict play out in his head. The confidentiality between his group pitted against the trust he had in his friends. His friends would always win, and they both knew that. But something else was at play here that Billy didn’t know about.

There was a wariness in his old friend. He didn’t blame Billy for working with Rawlins, he hadn’t known about the man’s role in the death of the Castles, after all. But Billy had always wanted more. As someone who’d grown up with nothing, the prospect of having the best, of earning it and affording it, was something that fueled a lot of his choices.

He wanted ANVIL to thrive and that meant having the best employees. He’d listened when warned about Lewis, but these were desperate times and Curtis worried about his friend’s judgement. Someone like Riley could be a great asset, but she was far too closed off to be entirely trustworthy.

His shoulders slumped and he sighed.

“Keres Squad.”

“No shit?” Billy’s brows arched. They’d all heard the rumours: an elite squad of female snipers. The theory was that they were easier to overlook, and physiologically more suited to the position, but the military never seemed to give that much thought.

Curtis shook his head. “That’s all I’m saying. Just...promise me you’ll be careful.”

A genuine seriousness settled over them both and Billy nodded. “You know I will.”

Between Rawlins and Madani, he had learned a valuable lesson in trust. That was something he wouldn’t be giving away so freely. He was done with those games, the next person that came for him or for his company would be leaving in a body-bag.

“Enough about that, it’s not why I’m here anyway.”

“If you’re offering me a job again, you can forget about that too!”

Billy laughed.

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“You rang?”

“Where were you?”

“Getting that therapy you keep telling me I need. Don't worry, he hasn’t found me out yet.”

“Is it done?”

“Of course. You have any news for me?”

“Stark fundraiser in Manhattan next week. I’ll have Vivian make contact. If he goes for it, it’ll give you time to bug the place.”

“Oh, he’ll go for it. He can’t afford not to.”

“Good. Keep me-”

“Updated, yeah. I got it.”

“And, Nine?”

“Yeah?”

“...be careful.”

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Not sure how I feel about this one.

TAGS: @its-my-little-dumpster-fire, @sylphene, @ariminiria, @gollyderek

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becauseicantthinkwritings · 3 years

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The thought of sub!Billy whimpering has me 😱

⚠️ Warning ⚠️ NSFW

SUB!BILLY

(Oral, m receiving, insecurities)

The accident had made him insecure in so many ways. Rawlins really had done a nasty number on him, leaving him a mess. He thought he was the shell of the man he once was. He was always worried about people seeing his face. It had taken literal months for him to finally show his face to you.

Sex was.... different, he asked for the room to be so dark that you couldn't see him, or he would blindfold you so that you didn't get a chance to appreciate his new, still handsome, looks.

You tried to tell him at every chance you got. That yes, his face was different, and yes, it may never be the same again. But he was still beautiful, and he was still your Billy.

You were showing him now. That he was still yours. That you still wanted him. You were lying on your tummy, between his legs on your shared bed, sucking gently on his tip. The lights were dimmed, so that he was still comfortable and you could still see a bit of him- a compromise you had both come to.

"Y'cock tastes so good, Billy." You praise.

You dip down to lick and suck at his balls, enjoying the gasps he tries to muffle. His hands are in fists at his side, where you demanded he left them while you torture him with your mouth.

"Please love, need to cum."

You hum on his shaft, raising your head.

"But I'm not done enjoying my cock yet. You don't want me to not get my fill of this perfect cock right? You wanna make me happy, don't you, Billy?"

He's nodding his head.

"Wanna make you happy, love. Don't see how sucking my cock makes you happy, though. Wouldn't it be better to ride my face?"

You huff angrily, bringing your hand up to stroke his cock.

"It's not your job to wonder why I like sucking your cock. You're just a dumb boy, only here to please me. And if I say I want to suck your cock, then your job is to drop your pants and give me your cock. Understand?"

"Y-yes love. I understand."

You smile, wrapping your lips around his tip bobbing your head repeatedly on him until his voice his hoarse.

"Please love. Please. Please."

You run your hands up his torso, feeling at some of his new scars, the pores on his chest raise at your gentle caress. You bring your hands down to intertwine his fingers with yours.

You dip your head down as low as it will comfortably go, massaging your thumbs into the palm of his hands, stoking the needy, desperate fire burning inside him.

"So good." He moans.

His thigh twitches beside you, letting you know how close he's getting.

"Please, can I-ngh, love, I- I'm." He lets out a high pitched whine.

You pause, having never heard such a needy sound come from him.

You raise your head.

"No, don't stop." He says, whimpering.

Fucking hell.

"What a needy little puppy you are." You say, amazed.

He looks debauched, tears rimming the edges of his eyes. He nods his head.

" 'm yours. Your needy puppy. Love please, dunno how much longer I can hold it." He gasps.

"You're beautiful. Say it."

"I- I'm- "

You kiss the dripping head of his cock.

He gasps.

"I'm beautiful." He says, the tears slipping down the sides of his face.

You moan at his words, indicating your approval, sinking your head lower.

He raises his head to look at you, gripping your fingers tighter in his.

"Is that what you want to hear? Does that make you happy? Hearing me say that I'm worthy of you?"

You indicate your approval by bobbing your head faster around him, loving the groan he gives you.

He was more than worthy of you, but that was a lesson for another day.

You look up at him, your mouth never losing its pace, determined to hear his gasping moan when he cums.

"O-oh my love, I'm so close. Can I please cum?"

You don't respond with words, simply increasing the speed and depth of your motions. You moan around his cock, just thinking about the taste of his cum.

He throws his head back, the muscles on his chest tensing, his fingers squeeze yours as he explodes on your tongue, his salty cum hits the back of your throat and you swallow around him, milking every drop he has to give as he cries out in bliss.

He goes limp when you pull back, sinking into the bed, a sheen of sweat covering his spent form. You gently kiss your way up his body, paying attention to his nipples for a little before kissing the tip of his nose, and then his lips.

"You're beautiful, Billy Russo."

He smiles shyly.

"I am, whatever you say, my love."

"Good."

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becauseicantthinkwritings · 3 years

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For reasons totally unrelated to anything, ever >_>

NSFW

Mean(ish) Billy

Warnings: spitting, knife kink, pussy slapping, fingering, allusions to sex and dumbification.

He licks the flat edge of the knife and presses the wet, cold surface to your nipple.

"You can't imagine the stress relief I get from doing this to you. You're so pathetic."

You whimper as he traces random patterns over your chest with the tip of the knife.

"Letting your daddy's bodyguard tie you up and degrade you like this."

He traces the knife lower, and you can feel your wetness seeping into your panties, waiting patiently for him to touch you where you need it most.

"You might be his little flower, but you're my filthy whore, isn't that right?"

"Yes, Lieutenant." You say with a blissed out sigh.

He laughs, "So fucking ready to do anything I say."

He slips the knife below the waistband of your underwear, pressing the cold metal against your skin, hearing your gasp, and then pulling up slowly. You hear the fabric tear.

"Can't wait to look your daddy in the eye tomorrow and think about all the ways I fucked his precious girl to tears."

He makes another cut through the panties.

"Maybe you should wait till you fuck me to tears before you boast about it, Lieutenant."

He makes sure to graze your hip bone with the knife before cutting the garment to shreds. You gasp in shock when you feel the graze, knowing instantly that there's going to be a welt there.

"Don't know which boys you've been with before that let you get away with that kind of back talk, but I'm going to have to punish you for being such a brat."

His hand comes down on your pussy and you gasp in pain. Your clit is throbbing and needy for attention, but it aches with each hard slap he delivers.

"Ow! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"

"I bet you are." He gives you two more slaps before leaning over to dribble some of his saliva onto your puffy cunt.

He spreads your pussy lips and watches as his spit leaks down, coating your clit and your entrance.

"Pretty." He acknowledges.

"Pleasee." You beg.

He presses his thumb against your clit, you arch your body in response, sucking in gulps of air to help you keep control of your mind. You want to beg him more, but find difficulty in giving him the satisfaction.

He takes his time, savouring the way he throbs in his pants as he spreads his saliva and your wetness over your clit. He groans slowly when he slips two fingers into you at once, watching the way your needy body accepts his fingers.

"Mmmmm. You are-"

He curls his fingers upward and you let out a high pitched cry.

"-divine."

"Pleaseeee." You sob.

He doesn't want to stop torturing you, he doesn't want to give you what you want. He wants you desperate, mindless, begging him. He wants you dumb on your knees for him and only him.

You're not there yet though. He has to show you how good he can fuck, before he holds it over you.

He smiles, tugging his clothes off, watching the need flit over your face as you watch him undress.

He can't wait to corrupt you.

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becauseicantthinkwritings · 3 years

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You're in for it this time.

Nsfw Warning ⚠️ Mean Billy

"Fuck!" Billy growls, slamming his hand into your headboard, making you flinch at the sound.

"What's wrong?" You gasp, eyes fixed to his, body trembling slightly as he splits you open on his cock.

He looks down at you with angry eyes, his hand gripping your jaw and he leans in to put his lips to your ear.

"If another man touches you, I'll kill him. You're mine now. Do you understand me?"

Your eyebrows furrow in confusion, "I thought this was just casual sex, Billy-"

He grunts, you feel him shake his head.

"Fuck all that bullshit. You're mine now. This pussy is mine now. If you fuck, anyone else, I'm going to rip their spines out of their backs."

Your breath stutters as he moves his hips, continuing to fuck you like he didn't just stake his claim on you.

His hips crash into yours repeatedly, setting a punishing pace that doesn't allow you to ask any questions.

You squeeze your eyes shut, fighting the submission his cock is wringing from you.

"I thought- I thought- ah- that you didn't like me like- mmm- like that?"

His pace doesn't falter.

"Then you're stupid. And you should leave all the thinking to the adults."

You whine loudly, toes curling as he fucks you to the brink of orgasm.

"Gonna cum for daddy, little girl? Gonna squeeze my cock tight and cry like a dummy?"

You sob, doing jusy as he asks and exploding around him.

He growls when he feels you flutter around him. Your long nails claw into his back, no doubt leaving welts.

He watches you, heart melting at the cute way you look, crying from an orgasm. He feels so proud, watching you blubber beneath him.

"'M not a dummy." You protest lightly, you head slipping into that submissive state.

He huffs. Leaning down to lick at your salty tears, savouring the taste of your pleasure.

"You're whatever I say you are, silly girl. If I say you're just a bunch of holes for my cock, then that's what you are."

He resumes his thrusts. You bury your nails back into his skin, feeling your pleasure mount faster than it did before.

"If I say, you're my little cocksleeve of a girlfriend, then that's what you fucking are."

You scream when you cum the second time, feeling your chest fill with something in addition to the pleasure.

He ruts his hips into you a few more times before coming with a shout. You feel the way his cum fills you up and slips out of you.

You gasp for a moment, watching him carefully.

He buries his head into your chest, kissing at your sensitive skin.

"Mine." He says with finality.

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becauseicantthinkwritings · 3 years

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Nsfw Warning ⚠️ Mean Billy

Billy presses your head into the wall, the frigid surface stings your cheek.

"Think you're gonna talk back to me and get away with it?"

You start to deny his words but you gasp loudly when he tears your blouse in half right down the back.

He pulls the ruined fabric off of you and then rips your bra straps down your arms.

"I'm sorry!" You say with a pitiful whine.

He barely hears you, tearing your shorts down your legs and ripping your panties off your skin. You shut your eyes in embarrassment.

You gasp when you feel his teeth sink into your shoulder.

He kicks your legs open and enters you swiftly. You groan as he stretches you uncomfortably, tears slipping down your cheeks as you try your best to relax.

"No wonder you think you're allowed to be such a fucking tease, with a pussy this tight, I bet you get boys to do whatever you want."

He fucks into you hard, your chest and cheek pressing against the wall with each thrust of his hips.

"I'm not like those other boys, sweet pea, I don't go dumb for pussy. Pussy goes dumb for me."

He's spot on, you can barely create a thought in your head and the last rational thought you have is that you really have gone dumb for him.

He licks at your cheek, chuckling at your unfocused expression. You can feel the cold metal of his chain against your back, scraping your skin. You try to look back at him, but one punch of his hips has your knees buckling beneath you.

He pulls back, and watches you fall to your knees. You look up at him, he's stroking his large cock right in front of your eyes.

"So cute." He says, slapping his cock against your cheek.

He finally rubs the tip against your lips. You look up at him blissfully.

"Open that pretty mouth for me."

Sorry I just wanted to torment you because you thought it was okay to send that gif.

*poofs away*

#how dare you #B.Russo #aak

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becauseicantthinkwritings · 3 years

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Oh? You again?

Nsfw Warning ⚠️ Mean Billy again

He's sitting on your bed waiting for you, gun in hand. You internally freak when you see him, but you just give him a bored look instead.

You motion to the gun.

"That's supposed to impress me?"

He smiles, raising it for you to get a better look.

"It's supposed to make your pussy soaked. I know how much you like my hands."

You swallow, you were soaked. But you'd be damned if you ever let him figure that out.

"Unimpressed. What are you doing in my room?"

He stands, pointing the gun towards you, pressing it into your chest when he gets close enough.

"I want that pussy again." He says, with a serious tone.

Your eyebrows raise, you gently move your hand to guide his hand up, until the gun is pressed against your lips. You hold his gaze as you place a gentle kiss to the tip of his gun.

"This pussy?" You ask, dipping your fingers under your dress to press over your panties. You tilt your head.

"Thought you didn't go dumb for pussy, Billy?"

His jaw clenches.

"You want me too, don't fucking deny it."

If he wasn't such a cocky bastard, you'd probably already be on your back, taking everything he had to give. Sadly, Billy was made as dickish as he was pretty.

You pull the gun from his hands, and he lets you easily, you move to put it on your dresser.

When his body presses into your back, you give a harsh laugh.

"Looking a bit desperate there, Russo."

He growls, his hands squeeze your hips roughly.

"I'm not, going to ask a second time. Get on that bed and spread your legs for me, like you dream about doing every night since I fucked you against that wall."

Oh fuck, oh fuck, you clench around nothing just thinking about having him again.

"I don't think-"

He loses patience, grabbing you by the hair and tugging you to your bed. His grip doesn't hurt as much as his force fuels that burning fire inside you.

"You're not supposed to think, sweet pea, you're supposed to give me that pussy when I ask for it." He says, voice laced with venom.

He pulls your dress over your head and turns you to face him.

"Is that too hard for a dumb girl like you to do?" He taps your cheek with condescension.

"No." You whine.

"No? Then prove it. Get on that bed and show me how good girls please their daddies."

Wow, I am.....

Actually I'm not sorry. You deserve this.

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becauseicantthinkwritings · 3 years

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Nsfw warning ⚠️ mean reader?

His naked body hits the bed with a bounce.

"Can't believe you didn't know that waitress was flirting with you. I thought Billy the beaut knows everything?"

"Babe- baby," he shakes his head, voice soft, "I've had my eyes fixed on you since I saw you in that dress earlier. I didn't know she slipped me her number."

You raise the number in question, scrawled into a napkin.

"It was in your pocket, you dick. Were you going to call her?"

You unzip your dress and let it pool at your feet. You don't look at him, but you hear him groan in desperation when he sees the beautiful intricate lingerie wrapped around your body.

"I'm sorryyy." He drawls, "I didn't see her number, I was just saving the napkin to clean you up after I fucked you in the car."

Your eyebrows raise. Tugging his belt from its loops. You fold it in half and use it to smack his thigh. He groans.

"That's your excuse?" You taunt. "You were gonna fuck me later in your car, so you saved some napkins?" You say in a high pitched tone.

"That's so fucking pathetic, Billy. A shitty excuse. We both know that's what your pocket square is for."

His voice is calm, reasonable.

"I forgot my pocket square." He says, pointing to his jacket, neatly draped over a sofa in the room.

You turn, noticing that what he's saying is true. You do trust him, sighing in relief as your shoulders relax. You sneak a peek at him, he's rock hard, his body flushed from your anger. He hates to admit it, but he likes the way your anger looks. Maybe he did notice the number, maybe he did take it- not to call on some pathetic waitress, but to rile you to the point of possessiveness.

"Apparently. You don't look like you're mine enough. We have to fix that." You drop the belt in your hand.

He watches you crawl your way up his body, overlooking his hard cock till your lips are right over his. He's looking at you like you hung the moon in the sky just for him.

You gently run your fingers through his hair, cupping his cheek. You lean down for a kiss, he groans into your mouth, letting you take control of the kiss. You kiss your way down his jaw to suck a bruise onto his neck.

He gasps and groans, loving the way you suck bruises and leaves bites all over his neck and chest.

"I'm going to mark you until no woman will look at you. Going to soak this beard with my pussy, then that perfect cock. Hope you weren't planning on meeting anyone important tomorrow, because I'm going to fuck you in every position imaginable."

He groans.

"Yes baby, I'm yours."

You smile, running your hands through his hair. You slip off of his body to strip your lingerie off. You're just as naked as him when you reach for one of his fancy knives in the bedside drawer, exclusively reserved for special times.

"Open." You order, pressing the handle of the knife against his mouth. His eyebrows raise, and he willingly parts his lips to let you slip the rubber handle sideways into his mouth.

"Don't want to hear a fucking sound from you while I remind you of how good my mouth is. And if you cum without permission, I'll tie you down and make you watch me touch myself."

You press a swift kiss to his tip and he jerks, trying to fight a moan.

"Are we clear?" You ask firmly.

"Mmhmmm" he intonates.

"Good boy, Billy." You say and you suck his cock into your mouth.

This, may not have been as good, I'm sorry 😭

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