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Sneaky Link (Billy Russo x Castle!Reader)
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A/N: Nonnie, the way i RAN to my computer to write this. You’re a genius! Here you go!
Request: Oke so hear me out please...So, Billy Russo and Frank Castle's sister in a backstreet relationship. I know i know it's lame, but i can't imagine Frank's face when he finds out that his sweet-not-so-innocent sister fuck his asshole-but-charming best friend.. Hope you like that idea <3
Summary: Billy finds himself in trouble with his best friend, Frank, when Frank finds out he’s been messing around with you, Frank’s sweet and innocent sister.
(Warnings: Smut at the beginning, oral (fem receiving), reader is called good girl, cursing (lots of cursing), Frank and Billy get into a physical fight with each other (lol), fluffy Billy, not canon obv)
“Oh fuck, Billy. Just like that. Don’t stop.” You moaned, arching your back. Billy’s tongue was currently making you see stars for the third time that evening. The soft comforter on your bed was soaked in sweat, and Billy wasn’t letting up anytime soon.
“You like that, baby?” He mumbled, circling his tongue around your clit. “Gonna cum again, princess?”
“Shit, shit, shit, shit, yes.” You breathed, squeezing your eyes shut. Your legs were shaking uncontrollably on Billy’s shoulders, who was somehow smirking and still managing to inch you closer to your release.
“You’ve been such a good girl today. Cum on my tongue, princess.”
The moan you let out was unholy as Billy focuses all of his attention on your clit, sucking and licking in perfect tandem. Your body seized as your third orgasm of the day rushes through you, a spark of fiery lust traveling down your spine. Billy doesn’t let up until you physically shove his shoulders away, heart pounding and ears ringing.
You gulp in air, turning to lay on your stomach. Billy’s soft hands run up and down your spine in soothing strokes.
“You did so good, baby.” He mumbled into your ear, planting a soft kiss on the back of your neck.
“You are going to be the death of me, Billy Russo.” You responded, resting your cheek on your folded hands.
“You love it.” He scoffed, chuckling.
You push yourself towards the edge of the bed, searching for your underwear in the trail of clothes that started at your front door and ended by your bed.
“Where are you going?” Billy made himself comfortable, stretching out on the sheets and resting his hands behind his head.
“I told Frank I’d meet him for drinks. That’s where I was headed when you knocked on the door. And now,” you check the time on your phone, “I’m very late. If you leave before I get back, lock the door behind you.”
Billy’s frown is evident as you toss articles of clothing around trying to find your dress. You knew bringing up Frank would cause some anxiety, but you really were going to meet Frank.
“When are we going to tell him?” Billy asked, pointing out the dress that he’d carefully laid on the armchair before ravishing you.
Billy and you had been messing around for months now, all behind Frank’s back. It wasn’t that you were ashamed of Billy, but Frank had always been protective of you, and you were sure he’d be less than thrilled to find out his best friend had been fucking his little sister for the better half of a year.
It hadn’t started on purpose, you reasoned. Frank, you, and Billy had been drinking at a bar when Karen had called Frank, frantic about something. Frank had hurried off, leaving you and Billy to your own devices. Three shots later and Billy was pulling your top off in the bar bathroom.
After that encounter, you’d avoided spending any time alone with Billy, but Billy’s charming and handsome and so good at kissing, so your resolve only lasted a few days. Since then, Billy and you had been sneaking around Frank’s back, stealing glances at each other when Frank wasn’t looking, and sneaking kisses when you could get away with it.
It started as a casual hook-up, but it certainly didn’t develop as one. You and Billy were together. You cooked dinner for each other, went out on dates when you knew Frank wouldn’t stumble across the two of you, and spent most of your free time at each other’s apartments. He brought you flowers every week and referred to you as his girlfriend to his employees at work. You’d even gone to the Anvil Christmas party, albeit as Frank’s plus one, but you were still there, celebrating Billy’s accomplishments with him.
“Did you hear me? When are we going to tell him?” Billy’s voice brought you out of your thoughts.
“I don’t know.” You responded honestly. At this point, no matter how you did it, Frank would be upset that you’d hidden it from him.
“Do you not want to be with me?” Billy rarely sounded insecure, but in that moment, you could feel the insecurities rolling off him. You moved towards the bed, cupping Billy’s cheeks and kissing his nose.
“Of course, I want to be with you, Billy. You’re everything to me. I just don’t know how to explain that to Frank without him trying to murder you. And then me.” you added, pressing your forehead to his.
“We should tell him soon. I don’t like hiding things from him. We’ve always trusted each other.”
“I know. We’ll tell him soon. I promise, okay? But I really have to go.”
Billy nodded, kissing your cheek and standing.
A knock at the door had both of you on alert. You moved to answer it, but Billy stopped you and held out his shirt in his hands. You looked down and realized you were still naked, minus the underwear. A sheepish grin crossed your face as you threw the shirt on.
You swung open the door, ready to tell whatever solicitor that you weren’t interested, but you stopped short when you exchanged glances with your brother, who looked rightfully concerned.
“Where the hell have you been? I waited for you for over an hour, and then you wouldn’t respond to my texts or calls, so I thought ‘Oh she must be getting murdered. Then you open the door with this ridiculous smile on your face, like you aren’t incredibly late for something!”
Frank stormed through the door, and before you can respond, takes in the fact that Billy is standing in your bedroom doorway, shirtless and guilt-ridden. Frank turned and looked at you, glancing down at your shirt and then back at Billy, who is holding his hands up innocently. Frank’s face is stoic, but you can see the rage churning in his eyes. The apartment is so quiet you can hear Billy’s breathing from across the room. The calm before the storm, apparently.
“’the fucks wrong with you, you bastard?” Frank charged at Billy, who only lifted his hands higher to try and push Frank away from him.
“Frank, stop!” You yelped, trying to figure out how to stop Frank from killing your boyfriend. Frank slammed Billy into the wall, punching Billy in the jaw.
“It’s not what you think. I’m not just-”
“Just what? Fucking my sister? I thought you were different, Billy. What the fuck is wrong with you?” Frank’s fist connected with Billy’s face again, and you let out a yelp as blood starts to trickle down Billy’s face.
“Frank, stop! It’s not like that! He’s my boyfriend, Frank! We’re not just messing around!”
Frank freezes, mid-swing, and turns to look at you. He’s very clearly confused at your confession.
“Your boyfriend?” Frank drops Billy, who slumps against the wall and lets out a wheeze. “What do you mean, your boyfriend?”
“I mean, he’s my boyfriend, Frank. We’re together. And we should’ve told you, but I knew you’d react just like this, like a fucking psycho, so I didn’t say anything. And I made Billy promise he wouldn’t say anything to you. If you’re going to be mad at someone, be mad at me.”
“You’re together?” Frank looks between you and Billy, shaking his head. “Like together, together?”
“Yes, now can I please go put some pants on and trust that you’re not going to pummel his face in?”
“I need to talk to you.” Frank points at Billy, who stands and wipes the blood from his face.
“Yeah, alright.” He responds, nodding.
When you make it to your bedroom, you can hear the muffled sound of Frank speaking. He still sounded angry, but at least he wasn’t actively trying to punch Billy anymore. You searched through your drawers until you found an old pair of sweatpants, slowly pulling them on. You wanted to give Billy and Frank enough time to talk it out, but you didn’t want to leave them alone for too much longer.
You creeped through the doorway, where you found Billy sitting on your couch with an ice pack pressed into his jaw, and Frank, searching through your fridge.
“Is everything...good now?” You asked tentatively, looking back and forth between your boyfriend and your brother.
“Yeah, but I don’t wanna see any of that lovey-dovey shit. I’m not happy about it, but I can’t stop you from being an idiot.” Frank responded, pulling three beers out of the fridge and setting them on the counter.
Billy gave you a small smile, but grimaced when pain shot through his jaw again. You could already see the bruises blooming on his face.
“Okay...do you want to watch a movie?” You asked, trying to play it off like this was a totally normal night.
Frank handed you a beer, then handed Billy one.
“Sure, princ- Um.” Billy cleared his throat and said your name. Frank rolled his eyes and sat down next to Billy, which left you the seat next to Frank. You tried not to roll your eyes at Frank’s choice of couch cushions and flopped down next to him. It was going to be a long movie.
When Frank finally left hours later, he sent you a pointed look on his way out the door. He had barely looked at you or Billy the entire night, but you considered it progress anyways. It was better than physically punching each other.
Billy had stretched his legs out on the couch, propping his head up on a pillow.
“So that went...well?” He questioned, raising his eyebrows at you.
“Are you okay? I’m so sorry.” You rushed to his side, trying to get a better look at the bruises forming on Billy’s face.
Billy waved a hand and shrugged. “If all I got was a couple licks to the face, I call that a win. He’ll come around.”
Frank did eventually come around, but he certainly took his time. For the first month after his discovery, he wedged himself inbetween you and Billy as often as he could. Whether it be on the subway, in a bar stool, or at your house, Frank always managed to separate the two of you. It was frustrating, but Billy assured you that he would take the time he needed to get over it and come around.
When Billy took your hand to pull you out of the way of a fast-approaching cab one night, Frank eyed your intertwined hands, and then looked away, pretending not to notice it. You squeezed Billy’s hand in celebration but didn’t say a word. The first time Billy kissed you in front of Frank, he had gotten an emergency call from work and had to rush out of the bar you were sitting in. He had planted a kiss on your lips without thinking about the present company and bolted out the door, leaving you with a very red face.
Frank had taken a sip of his beer and continued the conversation you were having before Billy’s departure. The small victories were few and far between, but you and Billy were patient.
Finally, what felt like months later, Frank made a joke about Billy being your boyfriend, and you felt like you could finally relax. Billy clearly made you happy, so Frank got over it. Later that night, you were wrapped in Billy’s arms in your bed, half-asleep and listening to Billy’s voice as he read from your favorite book.
“You know,” Billy mumbled to your sleeping form, “I hope Frank doesn’t react the same way when I ask you to marry me.”
He chuckled as you snuggled into his chest, unconscious to the world around you. You and Billy hadn’t spoken about marriage, but he had clear intentions with you. He wasn’t going to let you get away.
He leaned over and clicked the lamp off, sending the room into complete darkness.
“Goodnight, my love.” He sighed, kissing your hair. “I can’t wait to say that to you for the rest of our lives.”
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Happy Winter Sleepover! ❄️
“Send me a character and a GIF, can be fluffy or smexy and I’ll try and write something based off of it.”
Since we decided Anna needs a sibling… 😂
“Warm kisses on cold skin”
(Maybe mom went inside before everyone to start the hot drinks & dad needs to get warmed up too…)
Thank you for sending this in, lovely!! I hadn’t written any smut for my winter sleepover until now. I hope you like it!
Warm Kisses, Cold Skin
Photos are not mine. They are courtesy of Pinterest/Google.
Pairing: Tattoo Artist Billy Russo x F! Reader
Warnings: SMUT (18+ Please!), Oral (M! Receiving) fingering, P in V sex, couple of swear words, fluffy bunnies and unicorns
Word Count: 1.9K-ish
Summary: It’s date night for you and Billy. Out for a walk after drinks, you stop into the tattoo studio to get a break from the cold. His tattoo chair sees a different kind of action than it’s used to 😉
A/N: Slowly but surely, I’m making my way through the rest of my asks. I still have a few more left but this one was fun.
Part of The Sweetest Pain Series
As always, thank you for reading! I appreciate it so much and comments, reblogs are welcome and encouraged. Don’t be shy to tell me your favorite part. 💕💕 💕
A gust of frigid winter air blew past your ears as you walked down by the water. In the unwelcoming darkness, you could see the white caps as they crested over each other on their way to the shore that you couldn’t see.
Billy did his best to protect you from the icy winds but the bitter cold went right through your coat. With his arms wrapped protectively around you, he smiled against your ear as he asked, “You wanna duck into the studio for a minute to warm up, baby?”
He could hear your teeth chattering as you replied, “Y-y-yes p-p-please!”
The bristles of his beard scratched your lips as you kissed Billy on the cheek while he unlocked the door to his tattoo studio. Once inside, he locked the door behind you but left the lights off.
The humming neon lights were the only lights on inside the otherwise dark room. Instantly, you felt warmer as you walked over to Billy’s office chair next to the front desk, removed your coat, and sat down.
The studio was closed for the night. The two of you were on your way home from having a couple of drinks at The Wicked Monk, the bar where you had your first date.
Maria and Frank were babysitting Anna Raven for the night at their house so you didn’t have to rush home. You had no idea it was going to be this cold outside, or at least, this windy.
“You alright, sweet girl?” Asked Billy, seeing that your teeth were still chattering.
Kneeling down in front of you, he took your hands in his. You could feel the rough calluses against the soft skin on the back of your hand as he tried to warm them up.
Billy’s focus was on your hands while yours was on his handsome face. Biting down on your lower lip, warmth slowly returned to your hands and a tingle ran down the length of your spine.
“All closed up for the night?” You whispered, still staring fondly at him.
Billy continued to warm your hands but moved his gaze from your hands to your face and then he flashed that perfect smile at you as he replied, “Yeah…Shortcake locked up about an hour ago.”
Shyly, you smiled back. “Oh…so we’re all alone?” You asked.
“You know we are, baby.” Replied Billy.
“Kiss me, lieutenant.” You said softly.
Without warning, with wide eyes and raised eyebrows, Billy pulled you by the ankle, rolling the chair right to him, and he firmly planted his lips along the side of your neck.
His lips were warm but your neck was not.
“Baby, your skin is like ice!!” Billy yelled playfully.
“Your lips are nice and warm though, my love.” You said with a wink.
He pulled away and touched his forehead to yours. With desire in his eyes, he swept his hand across your cheek, and kissed you…hard. Your skin wasn’t cold for long as he cupped your cheek, slowly searched the features of your face with his dark chocolate eyes and then traced your jawline with soft kisses.
Pushing his jacket off of his shoulders, you reached for the hem of his gray sweater as he desperately kissed your lips and neck, gently nipping the skin on his way down to your collarbone. The buckle of his belt slipped through your fingers as you unbuttoned his black jeans in between his mouth slanting over yours and yours over his.
Billy wanted you now, his nimble fingers made quick work of the buttons on your red silk blouse and the only reason he didn’t rip the buttons off was because he knew how much you loved that shirt which made you smile against his lips.
“We’ve never done this before, sweet girl.” He whispered against your mouth.
“Never been left alone here long enough, baby.” You replied.
With your bare legs sticking out of the bottom of your unbuttoned shirt, he caught a glimpse of the black lace bra underneath as a sly smile stretched across his lips.
Being careful to not touch the scar on his shoulder, your fingers danced across his upper back and then snaked around his neck. His kisses were all tongue and teeth now as he marked you from your neck to in between your breasts before hungrily attacking your lips again.
His long agile fingers dipped below the waistband of your panties as a shattering moan escaped your lips when he slipped two fingers inside. He loved the delicious noises of pleasure that came from you when his talented fingers moved inside you.
Billy watched you fall apart as he moved them in and out, curled them in just the right spot until you couldn’t see straight, and told you to let go because he would catch you.
“Just come for me, baby. I got you.” He purred in your ear. “That’s it…”
His whispers sent you over the edge, your walls tightened around his fingers while he drew circles on your clit as you hit your peak. Humming into his neck, your knees had started to shake while Billy made sure you were steady on your feet and you weren’t going to fall if he set you down.
Billy’s lean hard body was firmly pressed against yours, his hard length strained against his jeans as a sly smile stretched across your lips, glancing at his tattoo chair that was right behind him.
He gave you a devilish smile in return as he eased himself back onto the chair and you straddled him, reclaiming his lips again then traveling kisses down his neck to his bare chest. Billy moaned and called out your name when you palmed him through his jeans, those sounds encouraged you, making the ache between your thighs unbearable.
He helped you take down his jeans, his cock sprang free as you gently wrapped your fingers around it before taking him into your mouth. A low guttural moan came deep from within Billy’s chest; he tangled his fingers in your hair as words of praise fled from his mouth.
“That feels so good, baby. Taking it all like a good girl.” He said with a soft growl.
Being patient was not one of Billy’s virtues when it came to you. He had waited so long to be able to have you, he never wanted to wait for you ever again. Grasping at your arms, he pulled you off of him so you were looking into his eyes again before his lips crashed onto yours once again.
Panting as you broke the kiss, you said, “You want me, don’t you, my love.”
Billy’s rough fingers dug into your thighs while you were grinding down onto his crotch, the only thing covering your bodies now were your tattoos.
Pulling back on his hair, you forced him to look at you as you sank down onto him, completely sheathing himself inside while sinful noises came from both of you as he easily stretched you out. You were so wet for him.
His touches were electric, they shocked your skin every time he grazed you with his dexterous fingers. With his head resting against the chair, Billy gnashed his teeth as you began to move, slowly at first so you could feel every inch of him, hitting that spot that made your vision blurry and white.
Your cries of pleasure were uncontrollable as you pinned his arms above his head with your sleeved arm, rolling your hips and feeling your walls as they began to tighten, your orgasm starting to build.
Billy smiled against your lips.
“I ALWAYS want you, sweet girl.” He stated as he aggressively pulled his sleeved arm free, and wrapped his fingers around your throat like a choker, continuing to thrust his hips up to meet yours.
You pulled his back away from the chair so his chest was flush with yours. His hair tightly wrapped around your fingers as your movements synched up, becoming hurried and more erratic while your bodies brushed together, his cock hitting your overstimulated bundle of nerves bringing you both closer to your release.
Your fingernails were digging into his back leaving covetous marks on his skin and echoes of your indulgence bounced off the walls of the studio.
Billy pinched your jaw with his fingers, turning your head to capture your lips in a passionate assertive kiss, sending you thundering into your orgasm, his name fleeing from your lips like a desperate cry for help. He gripped you tightly around the waist as he continued to fuck you before spilling into you and chasing his own release.
Collapsing on top of him and trapping his body beneath yours, you smiled against his cheek, his beard tickled your lips as you kissed him and gently bit down on his jaw while trying to catch your breath. His chest rose and fell rapidly as you listened to his heart beating.
“My…little…firecracker.” Billy said, panting in between words. “Holy fuck.”
“You planned this didn’t you.” You said, jokingly with a warm smile and still trying to catch your breath.
You felt him chuckle against your ear.
Acting offended, Billy replied, “I did no such thing. I seem to remember someone demanding a kiss and removing MY jacket and sweater. Ring any bells, y/n?”
“Ok, but YOU wanted to come in here to warm up, Billy!” You said, playfully.
With raised eyebrows and lips pressed firmly together, he nodded and replied, “I did suggest that, didn’t I.”
It was your turn to raise your eyebrows.
You nodded and said, “Yes, yes you did.”
“You’re not sad that I did though, are you sweet girl? I know you’ve always wanted to do this.” Said Billy, gently pressing his lips to yours.
He wasn’t wrong. Even before you and Billy became a couple, you had fantasized about having sex in his tattoo chair…more than once. The opportunity hadn’t presented itself to you until tonight. And it did not disappoint. It was even better than you had imagined.
You felt heat rush to your cheeks as you tried to shy away from him but he pulled you into a secure embrace.
Biting down on your finger, you uttered, “Well…yeah I have always wanted to.” And you laughed into his chest. “I love you, Billy.” You said, softly.
You looked up at him through your long lashes, he smiled his perfect smile at you and whispered, “I love you too, beautiful.”
You looked around at the mess of clothes around the chair.
“We should clean up, handsome. Can’t have the Eds walkin’ in on this.” You said, pulling on your shirt. “Actually, maybe you should get a new chair.” You joked.
Buttoning his jeans, Billy replied with a wide smile, “So, if we made a baby tonight, we’re not naming him Anvil, right?”
You weren’t expecting a response like that so you burst out laughing.
“I don’t think that’s a good name for a boy or a girl, my love.” You said, shaking your head and wrinkling your nose.
“Well, I do have some thoughts about names…ya know, if the time comes.” He said with a loving smile and a wink.
You smiled back.
“Well, I’d love to hear them, baby…ya know, if the time comes.”
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Broke it All
Billy Russo x Reader
You and Billy have been friends for years but one night ends up with a line being crossed. You admit your true feelings but Billy lies about his until Frank forces him to see the truth
Billy's eyes tracked his fingers as he picked at the label of the beer bottle in front of him. He was waiting for Frank to tie into him but so far the older man was silent, watching the hockey game that played on the TV over the bar.
After a few minutes he exhaled loudly and when Frank cut his eyes at him he waved his hand “C'mon Frankie let me have it” “Have what?” The question alone made him want to scream. “You warned me years ago to not touch her. To not let it go past friends then when we got closer you warned me again, don't break her heart. I slept with her then told her I didn't love her. Don't ya wanna at least get one punch in?”
Frank laughed lightly “Looks like you're beating yourself up well enough. Why hurt my hands? Besides ya got one coming as soon as Kare sees ya” Billy groaned inwardly thinking of Frank's girl and your best friend. Karen Page was a spitfire of a woman and had one hell of a temper when she was protecting someone she loved. That's what had drawn Frank to her. Yeah he'd get his head knocked off his shoulders when he saw the blonde.
“Can I ask one thing?” Frank spoke after studying him for a moment. Billy shrugged “Why not?” “Why'd you lie?”
Billy dropped his gaze down to his hands, the heartbroken look that had been in your eyes when he told you he didn't love you played through his mind. He didn't know why. A part of him said it was to protect you, his job was dangerous. He still had a few old enemies but deep down he knew that was a lie. For one you were basically Frank's little sister. That puts a certain protection on you, not to mention you could take care of yourself well enough.
He lied to protect himself. You meant too much to him, he'd let one night and a few shots overwhelm years of burying his feelings.
“I don't know” he finally admitted and Frank nodded then said “Just know man, when she moves on and finds someone else I'm not letting you beat up the idiot just for the sake of not being you. If she finds someone who cares about her she deserves to be happy” Billy's stomach dropped at that thought.
You, dancing in another man's arms. You, laughing and joking with another man. You, curling up next to another man to watch those horrible horror movies you loved. You, leaning on another man when you had nightmares. You, kissing another man. You, touching another man. You, under another man. You, telling another man you loved him.
“Fuck Frankie. How do I fix this?” a grin split across Frank's face and he checked his watch “Two days and forty five minutes. Pretty decent time to finally get your head out your ass Russo”
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Drown In You
Pairing: Siren!Billy Russo x Human!Fem!Reader
Summary: Tired of your life on land, you ask your siren friend Billy Russo to take you with him into the sea.
Warnings [18+]: mentions of drowning, minor injury, sexual content, bondage, fingering, mentions of sex, supernatural transformation.
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Billy Russo’s kisses taste like salt.
His lips move like the waves of the tide, crashing against yours as if you are a stony cliff face, instead of a mere human trying to resist the call of the sea within him. His touch is cool against your skin, like the breeze carried over the ocean, and you know that you could quite easily drown in him.
He steps backwards and you follow him into the water as it laps around your ankles.
Secretly, you hope his kiss will steal the air from your lungs, driving it all out until only water can sustain you, so that you can simply fall into his arms and allow him to drag you down into the dark depths of the sea.
A gasp shudders through you as the ice cold water hits against your stomach and goosebumps spread over your wet skin as the sea splashes up your body. Still you follow him.
Billy licks a drop of saltwater from your cheek, his tongue surprisingly warm against your chilled skin. He grins at the whimper that catches in your throat and your nails dig into his shoulders as you hold onto him.
As the water brushes against your collarbones, fear prickles in your stomach, chest tightening with panic. He kisses you gently. A tender press of his lips to your forehead as you shiver and continue to cling to him.
“Take me with you, Billy,” you whisper in a weak plea. “Please.”
His dark eyes scour your face, drinking in your earnest expression.
“You’re sure?”
When you nod he turns you around, pulling your back directly against his chest. He ducks his head down a little to speak to you.
“The change is irreversible. You won’t be able to come back once you’re bound to the sea.” Another nod of understanding, before his next words are murmured against your ear. “I know it’s hard, but try not to struggle.”
He settles his palm over your mouth and your heart speeds up as you remember what Billy had told you about how humans become sirens. He’s going to bring you to the brink of death, ensuring that the last breath you take will be nothing but water.
“Take a deep breath.”
Inhaling as much air as possible, your eyes widen when Billy pinches down on your nose, blocking your airflow completely. Bucking against him instantly, your nails dig painfully into his wrist, but he doesn’t relent.
Billy stands as steadfast as a lighthouse while you writhe desperately, your lungs burning to take in oxygen as your vision darkens. Tears burn down your cheeks as you struggle. Bright dots sparkle through the blackness and you drop your head back weakly against his shoulder.
Then he plunges the two of you down into the water, releasing his hold on your mouth and nose. Involuntarily, you breathe in a shuddering gasp, lungs drawing in water that has you choking in shock. Billy drags you down further and everything goes dark.
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A weak cough startles you awake as it rattles through your body, ripping you into consciousness. There’s an ache in your chest and throat so painful that you reach up to rub over the skin there with your fingers.
Breathing hurts so much that you don’t notice the person at your bedside, smoothing hair away from your face as you struggle.
Billy.
His dark eyes are fixed intently on you as he wraps his hand around your wrist, preventing you from continuing to scratch at your chest. You hadn’t even noticed you were doing that.
As more awareness returns to your body, you realise that you’re not wearing anything underneath the blanket draped over you.
Of course, you had been almost naked in front of Billy a handful of times but not like this. The pain in your body distracts you from whatever embarrassment you might feel at being laid bare for him to see.
There’s a subtle pressure all over your body, every inch of skin feeling cold and sensitive. A sound of distress catches in your throat, and you realise how muffled everything sounds.
Billy holds up something to your lips, making a biting motion with his sharp teeth, and you bite down on the small piece of what you realise is coral. Hard coral.
It grates over your teeth, shuddering through your skull, and the pressure in your ears shifts to an uncomfortable roaring that makes you squirm. Then there’s a small pop and everything feels clear.
He cups his hand under your chin.
“Spit it out.”
His voice is firm and you can hear it easily, more than happy to do as you’re told.
“What was that?” you ask, your entire face scrunching up in distaste.
“Purple coral. Pretty rare around here.” He discards the broken remains of the coral onto the side table next to him. “I’m guessing your hearing’s back.”
You nod.
At the sight of something black with curling limbs draped over your stomach, you flinch and move to sit up with widened eyes.
Billy is quick to notice your alarm, settling a reassuring hand on your shoulder.
“Easy,” he soothes you as he pets the octopus that’s clinging to your body.
The corner of Billy’s mouth quirks with an amused smirk.
“This is Onyx. He hasn’t left your side since I brought you down here.”
Two of the octopus’s tentacles are curled around your thigh, whilst three others sit on various areas around your waist, and the other three have settled between the small of your back and the mattress.
“Onyx,” you repeat, reaching out to stroke the top of the creature’s head.
In response, Onyx lifts a tentacle, curling it gently around your wrist. Billy sits down beside you, leaning against the headboard, and you feel him breathe a small sigh of relief when you lean into his chest.
“How are you feeling now?” Billy asks cautiously.
“I don’t know. My chest hurts a little and everything feels weird.”
He nods slowly, draping an arm over your shoulders to tuck you closer into his side as Onyx clambers up to sit in your lap. The small creature has already worked his way into your heart, as he seeks to comfort you.
“That should ease up soon.”
Burying yourself further into Billy’s side, you lower your cheek to rest against the space between his collarbones as you look down at your body.
“I don’t have a tail,” you murmur softly.
Billy lifts his head up from where he’s been resting it against the crown of your head. He’s still in his more human-like form, meaning his legs are nestled beside yours.
“Do you want one?”
“What do you mean?”
He shrugs lightly.
“If you want a tail, we can make that happen.”
“How?”
“It ain’t hard. Just gotta bind your legs together with jellyfish strands.” You frown.
“Doesn’t that hurt?”
With a shake of his head, he grins.
“Nah. I think you’ll like it.”
Warmth flushes over your cheeks, which makes you feel a little dizzy. Closing your eyes, you sink back into Billy’s arms.
“Then what?” you murmur.
“There’s this sorta lotion that you soak in overnight. By the time you wake up, you got a tail.”
“It’s that easy?”
Billy smiles softly.
“Yeah.”
“And I could change back to legs if I wanted to, just like you can?” He nods. “Okay. Let’s do that.”
“You sure?”
When you nod, he presses a kiss to your forehead and concedes,
“Should probably let you rest a little first.”
Despite your eagerness for the transformation, you hum in agreement, closing your eyes as you lean against his chest. His fingers trace delicate patterns over your skin and you sigh softly at his tender touch.
“Do you like your room?” he asks.
“This is mine?”
“Course it is.” There’s surprise in your eyes as you look around the room. “Though my bed is always available,” he adds teasingly.
Sitting up probably takes a lot of effort, but you manage it to have a proper look at the furniture and decorations around the room. Onyx settles down at the foot of your bed, curling his tentacles around one of the carved wooden posts there.
The room itself is almost like a human bedroom, with wooden flooring and a soft rug that you settle your feet into as you attempt to stand. Breathing through the dizziness, you grip onto the bedsheets as you begin to walk.
It’s strange, wading through water as if it’s air, your feet remaining firmly on the floor as you walk slowly around the room.
There’s a bookshelf to one side and you slide one of the books there free. Opening it up, you’re surprised to find the ink intact, the words printed as perfectly as the day it was bound.
Billy has mentioned magic to you before, but you had no idea it was such a commonplace occurrence in his world.
The weight of his eyes on you doesn’t escape your notice as you return the book to its place and move to examine the dressing table.
“Sirens and merfolk like collecting stuff. It wasn’t hard to find stuff that you’d like,” he says quietly as you look at the combs and trinkets dotted about.
The thought of Billy giving you your own room in the house he had built for himself, decorating it, and searching for things you would like brings tears to your eyes. It’s a strange sensation, being underwater and feeling tears well up in your eyes.
“Course if you need more we can head to the market sometime.” He smirks smoothly to disguise his concerns before he adds, “I’m pretty good at bartering.”
“I love it, Billy,” you insist softly.
He tilts his head as he looks over at you, his eyes wide and hopeful.
“Really?”
You nod.
He grins.
“Look at you, walking like a natural.” His grin softens. “You feeling okay?”
Breathing is much easier now that you’ve stood up and walked around a little. The sensation of water pressing against your skin isn’t as uncomfortable as it was before.
“Yeah.”
“Ready for a tail?”
The smile on your face widens.
“Definitely.”
He moves smoothly, bare feet padding over the flooring as he opens a door which appears to lead into a small bathroom.
As he rummages through a cupboard, you stare at the beautiful tiles that line the room, illuminated by the stained glass window that casts soft pastels of blue, pink, and yellow over Billy’s features.
He returns to sit on the bed with a box.
When he opens it, a pale pink glow emanates from the top and you move closer to examine the tangle of soft strands that you assume is from a jellyfish.
“They lose a bit of the sting when they fall off. Lotta kids take up strand collecting as a summer job,” he explains.
As always when he talks about his world - now your world too - you listen with rapt attention.
His brows furrow as he attempts to untangle the strands and you breathe out a soft laugh as he almost completely traps his hand in the box. His eyes sparkle with amusement at the sound of your laughter, though he grits his teeth as he pulls his hand free.
It doesn’t take him too long to gather a few long strands of jellyfish and lie them over the bed. He raises a brow as you look at them.
“Ready?”
After nodding, you allow Billy to settle you down on the bed with your legs clasped together. When he loops the first layer of strands over your ankles, you almost kick him in the face.
“Billy!”
The strands are firm, holding you in place, despite the soft texture that feels smooth against your skin. Whatever sting remains from the jellyfish sends a tingle straight up your legs to your aching core.
There’s some sort of residue that clings to his fingertips, ensuring the prickle of sensation that lingers on his skin dances over your calves as he massages the muscle there.
When he hears you whining he grins up at you, his sharp teeth in full display as he observes your squirming.
“This okay?” he asks, although he knows the answer already.
Desperately, you nod and slump your head back against the soft pillows.
Billy binds your ankles together with expert level knots. His skill alone sends a shiver down your spine and you wonder whether you could ask him to do this again sometime.
He ignores all the whines and whimpers of pleasure and need that escape your lips, his hands occasionally settling on your body to prevent your squirming from getting out of hand.
The strands bind your calves and the spot above your knee and your breathing hitches when Billy brushes his knuckles over your thighs. A low moan wracks through your chest as he leans down to bite a small mark into your inner thigh.
By the time he has looped the bindings around your thighs you’re a hazy whimpering mess of yourself.
For good measure, he adds another set of bindings over your hips and you almost cry at the warm thrum of sensation so close to where you need it.
There aren’t any words left for you to say, except his name. Then your need brings up a concern.
“Billy? What happens to…” The words die on your lips as he rests his hand on your bare mound.
As his finger slips down to rest against your clit, your eyes roll backwards in bliss and your mouth drops open in a soundless gape of pleasure.
“What happens to this tight little pussy when you get a tail?”
You nod dumbly and he breathes out a small laugh.
“Don’t worry, sweetheart, we use our human forms to mate.”
The word mate bounces around in your mind. Do sirens mate for life? Living with Billy forever sounds wonderful.
He kisses along your body as he moves to lie beside you, all while circling his finger gently over your swollen clit.
“You wanna know what happens when a siren gets aroused?”
He doesn’t wait for your response, most likely realising you’re well past being able to form a coherent sentence. His voice is low as he muses quietly,
“For starters, your body temperature goes up, and there’ll be this pretty glow about you, trying to attract the attention of your mate.”
His nose brushes against your cheek as tears gather in your eyes at the overwhelming number of sensations. The bindings on your legs have you moaning with almost every breath you take.
“And the smell…” He inhales deeply which makes you shudder as he murmurs, “…will be so sweet, drawing me in to taste you.”
His tongue is warm as it laps over your neck, tracing a line over your pulse as it thrums with a heady pleasure. When his teeth drag over the sensitive skin there a tear falls free from your eye, spilling down your cheek.
Billy brushes it away with his thumb, the residue from the jellyfish ensuring that his touch stings delightfully. Pleasure prickles over your face, flushing warm as it settles at the base of your neck before flowing down your spine slowly like thick honey.
He presses the pad of his thumb against your lower lip and you lick the remains of your tear - now the pearlescent shimmer of a siren’s tears - into your mouth. It tastes sugary sweet and you gasp as you near your climax.
“Billy, I can’t-”
“Yes, you can. I know you can.”
Almost immediately after his words are breathed against your neck, you clench hard around nothing, your pussy twitching erratically as you topple over the edge of your orgasm.
Hands grasping at Billy, you scrape your nails over his chest, threading your fingers through his hair before you tug him down to meet your lips. He moans as you kiss him, the two of you meeting in a violent tangle of arms and chests and mouths.
Together, you crash against one another, two tidal waves, unrelenting in the search for something to sate your need. Despite not needing air to breathe, you gasp into his mouth as he devours you.
His bread scrapes over your chin and cheeks and neck as he attacks your skin with kisses and small bites. The pleasure of your climax seems to last forever, a spiralling whirlpool that you can only survive by clinging to Billy like a life raft.
As his kisses slow to more leisurely touches of his lips on your skin, you collapse limply against the mattress. He runs his hands over your thighs, testing the strength of the bindings after the frenzy during your climax.
“How you feeling now?”
A sigh escapes your lips easily as your muscles loosen themselves.
“Incredible.”
Billy grins lazily at you, pressing kisses to the spots between your bindings. Then he reaches for a tub of lotion, but your eyes are too heavy for you to examine it properly.
“Just gonna put this on your legs,” Billy informs you, smoothing a strand of hair from your face.
He smiles when you lean into his touch.
“Feel free to go to sleep if you wanna.”
A small hum is all you give him in response, and although you intend to stay awake, the firm motion of his hands over your legs has you sinking into a pleasure-filled haze. Before you’re even aware of drifting off, you’re asleep.
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Waking in the middle of the night, you find yourself draped over Billy’s chest. Shifting your position slightly, something feels different. Then you realise the bindings are gone. Billy must have untied them while you were asleep.
The moonlight is faint this deep under the sea, but there’s a subtle glow from an anemone on the bedside table, allowing you to see your tail.
A deep dark green curled affectionately around Billy’s midnight blue, scales shimmering slightly even in the low light. The thin fins on each side, and at the end, of your tail are a paler green and they sway lightly in the water.
One of Billy’s fins twitches in his sleep, though it’s easily soothed when your own fin brushes accidentally against his.
Even in the dark, you can see how well the colours complement one another.
Land and sea entwined perfectly together.
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A Promotion
Warnings- ceo smut, 18+, Billy in his true form
“When will you quit and come work for me? You’re far too good a worker for that law office.” Billy smiled seeing you walk in with a stack of folders and papers needing signing. You merely shrugged, winking at him in the process, you loved both of your banter but you sensed it edging towards something more and more each visit.
“I get taken care of just fine thank you very much. Here Mr. Donavan wants you to sign this and have a look over these documents.” You handed him the fattest folder, which he took, barely scanned the first page before snapping it shut with one hand and tossing it onto his desk behind him. Moving closer to you,forcing your backside to brush against the lip of his desk.
“I’d give you a raise, more paid vacation time and you’d have a corner office view overlooking the park. Don’t tell me he can offer you all that as well?” You felt yourself sucking in a breath, trying to play it cool but all too aware of how close in proximity he was to you, like a panther stalking it’s prey.
“Mr.Russo…”
“How many times have I asked you to call me Billy?” He asked the corner of his mouth twitching up as your lips parted, choking on the next word.
“Billy…I assure you I’m doing quite alright.” At this he held his hand out for the rest of the folders in your arms which you hesitantly handed over to him. They were documents for him regarding Anvil and it’s inner workings but you felt so exposed to him now without your arms crossed in front of your chest holding them to you.
He in turn also let them drop with a loud thud on his desk, right by your back. His arms came to rest on either side of you planted on the dark wooden surface. Even hunched over in this position he still had a few inches on you, body and face alarmingly close to yours. His dark eyes were full of mischief as you felt them rove over your body, hidden under your work attire. His right hand left the desk to make its way downwards, grasping the hem of your skirt between his thumb and forefingers, testing the fabric, feeling the thickness of it.
“I like this skirt.” You felt heat creep into your face before responding.
“Thank you I just got it back from the seamstress.” At that his one eyebrow rose in question, still toying with the fabric.
“Oh? What happened to it?” You could barely think, with each swipe of his fingers over the fabric you could feel his knuckles scraping against your bare knees, a subtle power play no doubt and you were falling- hook, line and sinker.
“It got caught on a filing cabinet handle and ripped. Thankfully I had some safety pins to keep me decent the rest of the work day.” The look in his eyes seared into your brain, excitement flashed brightly in those eyes, you could practically see him imagining you in work the skirt ripped and torn, one move away from falling to the floor. Two could play this game.
“Ya know that should fall under workers comp of some sort. Pay to cover your costs to fix it, being in such a …harsh work environment.” You couldn’t stifle the laugh that you let loose.
“I don’t think fashion faux pas count as tax deductible. Mr- err, Billy.” You swore when his eyes briefly closed his eyes were on the verge of rolling back into his head at your use of his name.
“If you worked for me I’d have covered it.” You swallowed the tiny bit of saliva that was in your mouth, his predator eyes narrowed when he noticed. “In fact, I’d have bought you a whole new wardrobe to make up for it.” His hand thankfully released your skirt to settle back in its rightful place on the desk again.
“Maybe I’d have let you.” Not the response he was expecting but one that sent a thrill through you, noticing how his muscles tensed under the taut fabric of his suit, stretched along his back from how he was positioned. “What would you have bought me?” You needed to go, to return to work but this was just, too fun. Seeing the CEO before you fighting for control, you could see it in the way a muscle ticked in his jaw, how his eyes darkened dangerously, the knuckles on his clenched hands turning white.
“Maybe we’d start with a new blouse…” he leaned forward further and you felt your arms come behind you, elbows resting on the desk surface as his hand came up to fiddle with the collar of your work shirt. His long deft fingers traced along your neck ever so briefly and you swore he must’ve been able to feel your pulse fluttering under their touch. When his hand moved again it brushed past your collar bones and tugged at the first closure, the button popped open easily exposing more of your chest to him. “One with better buttons.” As his hand worked its devilish magic again another button popped open revealing the top of your lacey black bra.
He looked positively devious as his greedy eyes examined the newly exposed skin, free to breathe.
“And?” You wanted to stop, to be a good assistant and return to your law office but every cell in your body wanted to stay, to continue.
“And-“ he said aloud, hand tracing down the front of you, resting between your breasts, his hand rising and falling erratically in time with your shuddering breath. “More items like this.” His fingertips danced along the lace trim admiring it before placing his mouth over top of your left breast, an open mouthed kiss, then you felt his tongue dart out to taste you, then a brief suction that had you moaning out loud. He pulled back to lock eyes with you, before lavishing the same attention on your right side.
You bit your bottom lip in an attempt to stifle any more noises, his hot mouth exploring across your barely clothed chest.
“Ah ah, sweetheart I want to Hear you. In my office we have an open communication policy. Don’t worry you’ll get that in the manual when you start.” Before you could mutter a response his other hand left it’s place on the desk and you felt his fingers work up your shirt, untucking if from your skirt and sliding up your back.
“Mr.Russo!” You gasped feeling your bra pop open and fall to the floor just as his mouth closed over your puckered nipple, tongue swirling around the hardened nub as you let loose another desperate sounding sigh.
“Please call me Billy. We do have a unique working relationship don’t we?” You couldn’t respond even if you wanted to, his mouth working miracles against both your nipples, hand kneading and caressing whichever one wasn’t in his mouth. You could feel a tight coiling sensation in your stomach and a torturing ache between you legs. You didn’t hide the whiny noise you made when he pulled away, his lips reddened and wet. “No I’d buy you fancier underthings, expensive ones, ones that are easy to take off. Ones I’d know you’re wearing even if I can’t see them. Then I’d ask to see them on our lunch break, would you let me?”
You were convinced this man was the devil. Teasing you, KNOWING he was teasing you, until you were just a trembling mess before him. The hard wood of the desk bit into the back of you elbows, causing you to lean further back still.
“Y-yes I would.” His head drops low and he lets out a low groan at your words, before lifting it up to examine your skirt once more. Hands drifting to the sides, skating down the back, giving your backside a generous squeeze before hoisting you up and into a seated position on his desk. You squealed at the sudden movement then let your own head fall back as you felt him kneading your thighs over the skirt fabric, tracing up the waistband, plucking at it until it snapped against the soft flesh of your lower back, a cry escaping your lips.
“I’d buy you new skirts all the time, to replace the ones I rip off of you.” The zipper slides down and you shudder feeling the cool air against your bare skin. “Of course they’ll be much shorter than this, so I can see your ass much better from behind my desk as you walk by. And dresses, beautiful dresses that showcase this work of art you’re trying to hide.”
“Mr. Russo- Billy, I-“ there were no words. Your world had shrunk down to each next movement of his hands on your poor aching body. Every new sensation shooting through your nerves, as he trailed up and down the length of your skirt, squeezing your hips and massaging your thighs down to your knees as his fingers grazed back up they paused, finding the seam that had been stitched back up from where it’d caught on the handle. His eyes, black as night caught your own, filled with need, with desire. He never broke contact with yours as his hand gripped at the now flimsy feeling fabric and he pulled, tearing the seam open along with the rest of the skirt, tattered fabric falling to the floor uselessly.
Your blouse had fluttered off at some point in both your movements until you sat on his desk before him in just your pantries. Underwear in a light shade of pink contrasted by the darkness of the black bra you’d been wearing, delicate, sweet. He growled deep in his chest when his eyes lingered on them. You swore you could feel the heat from his stare warming your core as he intently gazed upon it.
“My God.” Was all he said, hands traveling from where they had rested on your knees up to fondle the soft pale fabric. His head shot up from where it had been looking down, lingering. “Lean back.”
You gave him a questioning look, unsure of if you should or not. If you had the strength to move at all. But you pushed away until your back fell against the cool hard wood of his desk, still attempting to prop yourself up to watch him. “Back.” He said again before realizing the stacks of papers and Manila folders you’d brought were impeding your ability to do so. At that he hovered over you, so close you could feel his breath ghosting over your neck, before he pushed all the documents off to the floor. Papers flying, scattering along the ground like confetti, allowing you to fully fall down, a squeaky noise jumping from you as you felt Billy’s touch return to your legs.
“These….we’ll get you more of these.” He said, voice husky, two fingers slipping under the band of your pantries. The light fabric did nothing to conceal the wetness dripping from between your legs, a dark spot growing on the pink fabric. Billy felt himself come undone at the sight, tearing the offending fabric off of you and putting it in his back pocket.
“I promise I’ll be a good boss.” He said, fingers trailing up and down your thigh, scaling upwards over your stomach and caressing your breasts before lightly pinching one of your nipples. “We’ll be working closely together, so meetings like this will be a regular occurrence. I hope you don’t mind- I just like to…keep on top of things.” You nodded vigorously not trusting your voice wouldn’t crack. Billy smirked, removing his own jacket and tossing it on top of the pile of your clothing, rolling up his sleeves, the large expensive watch he had on his wrist clinking with each movement.
You watched him, eyes wide, waiting, feeling so exposed, wondering how it’d gotten so far, how you’d ended up laying on Mr.Russo’s desk when all you’d been asked to do was drop off some paperwork. You’d done it a hundred times before, but with each time your attraction to him became more evident and apparently it wasn’t one sided.
“Alright darlin’ let me see that perfect pussy.” You blushed hard at his words, hesitating but feeling his hands on your knees pushing them open, the feral noise he made seeing you dripping for him nearly had you coming already. The prominent swell in his slacks had you clenching around nothing, he stood back, running a large hand over the front of his pants, cursing as his eyes squeezed shut for a moment.
In a split second you saw him drop to one knee then you felt him. The flat of his tongue running straight up the center of you, your hands flew to the sides of the desk, grasping against the edge, needing to grip something. Billy groaned against your pussy, tongue laving punishing circles around your clit before skillfully sucking on the bundle of nerves before pulling back, a wet pop sounding before he looked up at you.
“Bet you Mr.Donavan doesn’t do this for you. Doesn’t know how to make his girl feel good.” You groaned at his words, gripping the desk so tightly your fingers felt they would bleed. He tapped on your knee, then slid a long fingers through your folds. “Tell me. Does he?”
“N-no..”
“No what?” You bit your lip, sucking in a shallow breath.
“He doesn’t.. make me feel this good.” A wicked grin.
“Does he buy you pretty things? Pretty things like his pretty assistant?” You shook your head, feeling his thumb swipe over your clit again.
“Use your words sweetheart.”
“No. He doesn’t-“ his tongue was on you again, sucking, lapping up your juices, filthy noises coming from below, when he stopped you wanted to cry out at the loss of contact.
“Go on”
“He doesn’t know how to make me feel good. O-or, buy me pretty things.” Billy tsk’d at that, disappointment evident on his face.
“Such a shame. People don’t know how to treat employees these days.” At that he pushed up, unbuckling his pants, letting them fall to the floor, metal buckle clanking. You swallowed thickly seeing the outline of him in his boxers, a new found ache shooting through you. He rolled down his boxers, cock springing forth, hard and leaking. You pushed up onto your elbows to get a better view, he only chuckled, one hand braces against your chest and pushing you back down to the desk gently.
“Don’t worry beautiful, we’ll have more than enough time to see each other once you start working.” You moaned wantonly, but stopped short feeling the tip of him pressing against your entrance insistently, hot and large.
“Billy-“ he paused watching you, waiting for your response. “I can start on Monday.” His devilish grin was back, and he pushed into you, both of you crying out at the sensation.
You felt stretched to your limits, pain skirted pleasure and each new movement had you begging for more. Every thrust of his hips had you rising to meet him stroke for stroke, his hands grip your tightly, feeling him deeper and deeper inside you.
Billy nearly growls against your neck, kissing you up and down as his hips speed up their pace, pulling a sharp gasp from you. You feel yourself creeping closer and closer to the edge.
“Billy I’m- I’m gonna”
“Come for me darlin’, “ you squeeze your eyes shut focusing only on the flurry of pleasure punctuated by each new buck of Billy’s hips. He nips at your neck and you’re clenching hard around him as your orgasm tears through you.
His hips stutter and he groans as he comes after you, thrusting a few more times to milk both your releases for all they’re worth. His head falls to your chest, his ragged breath tickling your skin, as your run a hand along the side of his face, both of you spent and sweaty.
He laughs breathlessly, pushing up off of you, but not before placing a trail of kisses along your chest up your neck and finally a long slow one on your lips.
You chase his mouth when he pulls away, running a hand through his mussed hair. He helps you sit up, paying special care to cleaning you up as you enjoy the feel of his body still in close proximity to yours. You look around at your clothes bundled on the ground, the shirt and bra were still salvageable but the skirt… Billy noticed where you were looking, a beat of recognition and he was up moving towards the closet in his office.
Opening the door he pulled out a hanger, on it a stunning slinky black dress. Your mouth gaped open admiring it as he walked towards you, a shit eating grin on his gorgeous face, holding the dress out to you.
“Here, I was planning to give this to you when you started on Monday but I think It’ll get some use now.” You pulled the dress from the hanger, skimming over the opulent fabric and eyes widening seeing the designer label, looking back up into his dark eyes which glimmered brightly.
“You knew I was gonna relent didn’t you?” He only grinned wider, moving behind you to pull the zipper slowly up your back, his fingers skimming your heated skin as he fixed the closure securely at the top. “What am I going to say when Mr.Donavan asks why I’m dressed in a completely different outfit?” You giggle at the thought.
Billy’s hands fell to your waist,pulling you close to him as he snarled teasingly in the crook of your shoulder.
“Tell him the truth.” You stilled at that thought, before he continued. “That you got a promotion.”
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Chrome & Leather - Chp 18
Pairing: Steve Rogers x OFC
Word Count: 4484
Summary: Steve and Jessie continue to have intimate time with one another and discuss their future together. Things seem to be going well until a Hydra Biker stops by her job and gives Jessie a bad feeling. Meanwhile, Frank is trying to figure out who jigsaw is and how to take him and the Hydra bikers down. With Billy refusing to let Jessie go he has a heated conversation with her.
Warnings: Smut, fingering, slight breeding kink, angst
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Jessie woke to warm, soft kisses that trailed from her shoulder to her back. She sighed as Steve’s fingers rubbed from her hip to her sweet petals between her legs. Jessie was feeling aroused by the time he rubbed her clit a few times. If there was anything that Steve was good at it was making her feel good. Steve’s fingers slid their way to her wet channel and slowly pumped two fingers in and out of her. Jessie let out a soft moan from the feeling he was bringing over her as he softly started to speed up his ministrations. She rolled onto her back to make it easier for him to bring her pleasure. Her legs fell open as he continued to work her over.
Steve lightly kissed her forehead while he continued to take her apart. Her breathy moans were building more and more as his fingers found her sweet spot inside her. Rubbing against her spongy wall had her cumming for him.
“Steve!” She moaned out as her back arched off the bed and her fingers held onto the sheets.
Steve climbed on top of her, parting her legs wider, and smiled down at her. “Good morning sweetheart.”
Jessie’s eyes fluttered as she smiled up at him. “Morning Stevie.”
Steve ran his cock through her arousal a few times before he started to sink into her. He dropped to his forearms and started to thrust into her. The slow motions are what they both needed after their wild night between the sheets. Jessie wrapped her legs around his slim waist as he made love to her. Every push and pull had them both groaning in pleasure.
“I-I need more,” Jessie begged.
Steve chuckled against her neck and he whispered in her ear, “More? Wasn’t last night enough? Here I’m trying to be gentle with you and you’re begging me to fuck you. Is that what you want? Me to manhandle you?”
Jessie mewled, “Yes I need it. Want it.”
After a few more thrusts Steve pulled out of her and rolled her to her stomach. Gently he pulled her to her knees while she rested on her arms. Steve grabbed her by the hips and thrust back into her. Jessie’s moan filled the bedroom as Steve started to quicken his pace.
“God, you feel so good wrapped around my cock. I could stay buried inside you all the time.” Steve grabbed her arm and pulled her against his chest while he continued to take her apart.
“Oh God, Stevie right there!” Jessie’s eyes closed from the pleasure he was giving her.
His cock had found her spot that drove her wild and he had to say he loved hearing her moans change in pitch.
“Don’t stop…” She mewled out.
With every squeeze of her walls, Steve was getting closer to his end. He started to plow into her harder. “You wanna cum for me like a good girl?” Jessie could only answer with a groan. “Yeah, you’re gonna take every last drop of me again.” His voice dropped deeper as he whispered in her ear. “Maybe this will be the one to get you pregnant again. God, how I would love to see you grow round with my child. Do you want that?”
That was just what she needed to hear as she came hard for him screaming, “Yes yes yes!”
Her walls hugged his cock tightly and Steve chased his end with a few hard thrusts. He came deep inside her and moaned her name to the heavens. Once he finished he pulled out of her and fell beside her so he could catch his breath.
Jessie looked over at Steve and smiled. “Did you mean it?”
“Mean what sweetheart?”
“That you want to see me grow round with your child. That you want another baby?”’
Steve couldn’t help the grin on his face. “I mean yeah. I missed out on Ben being a baby and I would love to have another with you if you want. Hell, I would marry you tomorrow if you let me.”
Jessie’s eyes filled with happy tears. “I would love another child with you. Maybe we can start talking again about being engaged. I still have the ring you gave me.”
“I would like that doll. Now considering how much sex we had all night and this morning I’m sure something stuck. If not then we will continue to try. Sounds good?”
“Sounds perfect. You know Steve, we sure are dirty, why don’t we take a shower and maybe try again.” Jessie grinned as she got out of bed and ran to her master bathroom.
“You naughty minx. I’m right behind you.” Steve followed Jessie into the bathroom. He didn’t need to be told twice to put a baby in her.
***
Jessie arrived at her job with a spring in her step. Wanda and Nat gave her a knowing smile as she went to the office to clock in. After clocking in Jessie started to wait on people in her section. There was one man who had made her stop in her tracks. He was the same man Steve and her ran into five years ago. He was muscular, with brown hair and green eyes. He was a biker wearing his cut that said Hydra on it. If anything he was in the wrong territory as Steve’s biker club was the main one in this town.
Cautiously she approached the man. “What can I get ya started with today?”
The man looked up at her, his green eyes staring into her blue ones. “Coffee, black. Nothing else sweet cheeks.”
Jessie nodded her head and quickly went to grab a pot of coffee and a mug. She came back, placed the mug down, and poured him a cup. The man nodded his head dismissing her and she went behind the counter to talk to Nat.
“We may have a problem on our hands. I have a Hydra club member sitting in my section. I thought they weren’t allowed to cross over into our town?” Jessie asked Nat.
Nat looked over to the man who was sipping his coffee and watching them. “What did he want?”
“Just coffee.”
“Strange,” Nat stated. “Well, we will keep an eye on him. If he starts anything Bucky, Steve, and the guys are down the road. No need to get them riled up over nothing.”
Jessie agreed and continued to wait on her other customers. The man flagged Jessie down and gave her money for the coffee. When she went to get his change at the register she noticed he walked out and got on his bike. Revving his engine he peeled out of the parking lot and out of sight. Something about him sent a chill down her spine. She would need to tell Steve about this later. For now, Jessie went about her day by staying bust through the lunch rush. It would soon be two o’clock and she would be picking up Ben.
***
It was close to five o’clock when Jessie decided to take Ben and meet Steve at the garage. Ben loved going down there and this would give her a chance to speak with him and Bucky. When she arrived she was greeted by Thor.
Jessie smiled at him. “Hey, are the guys busy? I need to talk with them.”
Thor smiled back. “They are in the office. I'm sure it’s nothing important. Do you want me to entertain my favorite nephew of mine?”
“That would be great.” Jessie let go of Ben’s hand and let him run towards Thor. Thor scooped Ben up and placed him on his shoulders. As soon as they walked into the garage all the guys were cheering for Ben and greeting him. Jessie shook her head as she headed up to the office. When she got to the top of the stairs the door was wide open and Bucky was calling her in.
“Sorry to interrupt the both of you but I wanted to share something.” Steve and Bucky stared at her for a moment.
“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” Steve asked.
Jessie took a deep breath and proceeded to tell them what happened at the diner. Both men were listening intently and were not happy about this development. She explained her concerns about the situation as this didn’t feel right to her.
Steve looked over to Bucky. “This isn’t the first time Jack crossed over to our town. I saw him when Jessie and I were out on my bike. Plus he was looking for me just a while ago. What do you think he wants?”
Bucky’s eyes narrowed. “No telling. But whatever it is, it's not good. We are going to continue having Clint follow you in the mornings and afternoons. This way if something bad is coming you and Ben are protected.”
“Thank you so much. I’m more concerned about Ben than anything else.” Jessie would kill anyone that brought harm to her son. She would have no regrets doing what a mama bear should protect her young.
Steve walked over to Jessie and lightly grabbed her hands. “Nothing will happen to you or Ben. I will make sure of it. I will protect you with my life.”
“Me too sis. Don’t worry too much about Jack. We will handle him.” Bucky reassured her. “Now since it’s closing time why don’t you both head home? I can close up the shop tonight.”
Steve nodded his head as he took her by the hand and led her out of the office. When they came downstairs they saw their friends gathered around Ben as Tony was explaining to him how to change a tire. Ben knelt next to his uncle and listened closely to what he said. Steve and Jessie stopped to watch as Tony had Ben help him to tighten the bolts.
“There ya go sport. Use your muscles to tighten them.” Tony proudly said.
“If I keep doing this will I have muscles like my daddy?” Ben innocently asked.
“Of course, you will. Just like we all have muscles from working on cars and bikes all day long.” Clint added.
Tony and Ben tightened the last bolt and finished. Ben cheered that he did it. When he looked up he spotted his parents.”Did you see me? I fixed the tire all by myself. I can be like Daddy now and fix stuff.” Ben ran over to them and Steve scooped him up in his arms.
“You want to be like me?” Steve asked.
Ben shook his head like crazy. “Yup, just like you.”
“Awww buddy that means a lot to me. You will make a fine mechanic one day. Now thank Uncle Tony for teaching you.”
Ben looked back at Tony. “Thank you!”
“You’re welcome sport.” Tony and the other men waved goodbye to them as they made their way to her truck and his bike.
Steve put Ben in the backseat of her truck and seatbelted him in. Once he closed the door he kissed Jessie on the lips. “See you at home sweetheart.”
“See you in a few Daddy.” She seductively said.
Steve gave her a grin. “Now don’t start something you can’t finish.”
“Oh, we will finish this later.” As she went to hop up into the truck Steve quickly swatted her butt. Jessie gave him a knowing smile and closed her door. As she pulled away Steve jumped on his bike and followed them home.
***
Frank sat behind his desk in his office going over files that he received from the local FBI office. The files contained information about the Hydra club and a mysterious man named Jigsaw. He read how Jigsaw ran this area with an iron fist with Hydra working under him. The man was feared among the locals as he collected debts that families owed Pierce. If you didn’t pay he would burn your house down. This was the man that Frank was looking for. The man who murdered his family in a house fire while he was working one night. Once he lost everything Frank decided to get into law enforcement so he could catch this guy. Whoever this Jigsaw was he was going to pay with his life.
First things first, try to catch Hydra and bring them to justice. Second, kill Jigsaw. All he needed was information from John Walker. He heard rumors that John worked with Jigsaw. This was the lead he was going to work on. With John already tried in court for lying under oath in the Barnes and Rogers murder case all Frank had to do was contact the federal government to see where they shipped him off to. With John filled with information, they were afraid Jigsaw would order a hit on him that way no one could figure out the identity of Jigsaw. Looks like Frank is going to take a few days off to get the information he needs.
***
Billy was pacing his office after he got word that Steve and Jessie were back together again. Didn’t Steve know that Jessie belonged to him and him alone? He was going to have to get Hydra to handle the biker who follows Jessie around town every day. That way he could get close to her and beg her to come back to him. He missed Jessie and Ben. For a moment they were a family and he had everything he wanted in life. How he longed for her. The taste of her, the smell of her, the way she felt under him. All of it was a drug to him and he wanted to get high on her.
If begging her doesn’t work then he would go with his backup plan. He grinned to himself, sometimes you have to play the bad guy to get what you want and he could play the role perfectly. If Steve tried to get in his way again he would take care of him as he did Brock. Picking up the phone he dialed Jack. On the second ring, he picked up.
“Hey, I need you to do something for me. I need you to take Jessie's little escort to and from her home out. I believe his name is Clint. Run the guy off the road but no shooting him. The last thing we need is a war between clubs right now.”
“Yes, boss. We will take care of this problem for you.”
“Good.” Billy hung up the phone and started thinking about what he would do with his short time with Jessie. Would she want to hear him out or would she be stubborn and brush him off? He wanted to see where she was emotionally and physically with Steve. God that man was a thorn in his side. For now, he will look to tomorrow afternoon.
***
The next day went by as usual. Steve took Ben to school and Jessie went about her normal routine before heading into work. Yet again she was met by the biker who sat in her section. Not thinking too much about him she grabbed his coffee for him and went about waiting on other customers. By the time she knew it, the man left and the rest of her shift flew by. Waving goodbye to her friends she headed to her truck and was met by Clint as usual.
“How are you doing today,” she called out to him.
“Doing well. The shop was busy as usual. Steve is closing tonight so Bucky and Nat can meet with a photographer and baker for the wedding. Do you want me to stay until he gets home?”
Jessie shook her head. “No, I think we will be just fine.”
Clint nodded his head as he started his bike. The first stop was to pick up Ben. When they arrived Jessie got out of the Truck and waited for Ben by the front of the school. As the kids made their way out Ben came running up to his mom and showed her a painting he did of her, Steve, and him.
“Wow look what my talented boy painted for the house. This is going on the refrigerator when we get home so Daddy can see.”
Ben was so excited. “Do you think he will like it?”
“I’m sure he will. Now let us get you home so you can have a snack.” Ben grabbed his mom’s hand and they walked back to the truck. Jessie got him inside and seatbelted as she placed his things on the back seat. Nodding to Clint who was parked behind her she got back in her truck and they headed home. The drive through town was nice as a soft breeze blew through her window. She got to a stop sign and made her turn. Continuing down the road a ways she looked in her rearview window and noticed he wasn’t behind her. This was odd as he always followed her. Maybe he got held up at the stop sign or got a call. She was going to see if he showed up at the house before she turned around. Driving a little bit further she finally pulled into her driveway. Before she could decide to turn around a sheriff's car pulled behind her blocking her in. Looking in her rearview mirror she saw Billy get out. Great, just what she needed.
“Ben, I need you to stay here for a minute for me, okay?”
“Yes, Mommy.”
Jessie opened her door and walked to the back of the truck meeting Billy face to face. “Is there something I can help you with, Sheriff?”
“My you look lovely Jessie. It’s been a while since we last saw each other. How are things with you and Ben?”
“Things are fine with us. If you remember I asked you not to come around us anymore. It confuses Ben. Plus I’m with Steve now so this is not appropriate.”
Billy’s eyes narrowed at her. “You’re with Steve? That was fast. In one bed and into another. That’s definitely not the woman I expected you to be.”
Jessie didn’t like where this was going. “Look what I do with my life and whose bed I’m in is no longer a concern to you. Remember I broke up with you cause you laid a hand on me. I could have gotten you in trouble with your job but I took the high road and left. Now if there is nothing official with your visit I would like you to leave.”
“Can’t you see I miss you? What happened that night was a mistake. I never meant to hurt you. I’ve been with you for five years and you just threw it away like it was nothing. I want you back Jessie. You belong to me. Just give me another chance.”
“First of all, I belong to no one. I choose who I’m with and that person isn’t you. It never will be ever again. What happened that night wasn’t the first time you laid a hand on me but I made a promise to myself it would be the last. Ben doesn’t deserve to be raised in that atmosphere. He deserves a family unit and that is what Steve gives us. So again I’m asking you to leave my property or I plan to file a complaint against you for harassment.”
Billy was fuming now, his fists clenched at his side. What he would give to make her his submissive again. He would fuck the attitude out of her. She seems to now have a backbone since being with Steve. No matter if she wanted to do things the hard way then that’s what was going to happen.
“Fine, make me your villain. I have to say it’s not good having the sheriff as an enemy. You never know who could get hurt. Speaking of where is your dear friend Clint?” Billy grinned at her as he got back into his vehicle and slowly pulled away. “Let’s get one thing clear here: I own this town. Best you remember that before you threaten me.”
Her breathing was fast from how angry he made her but she also felt scared. What did he mean when he said he owns the town? He was just a sheriff and could still get in trouble, right? Then her mind cut to Clint. She headed back to the driver’s side door ready to look for him when she heard the familiar rumble of an engine. She looked over her shoulder and saw Clint. Jessie got Ben out of the truck and grabbed his things before heading to the house. She placed his stuff on the counter and told Ben to grab a snack while she talked to Clint.
Heading back outside she took in his appearance and noticed he looked sore. Clint got off his bike and limped toward her to sit on the stairs.
“What happened?” she asked.
“I was following you until we got to the stop sign. As soon as I went to go some idiot clipped me and I crashed. Thankfully no major injuries and the bike is fine. Was going to hash out insurance information but the person left the scene of the accident. What about you are you okay? I saw a sheriff’s vehicle pull away from the house.”
Jessie sighed in defeat. “It was the ex.”
“What did that clown want?”
Jessie explained the conversation she had with Billy. “I just wish he would leave me alone. Clearly, I’ve moved on now.”
“I hope you will tell Steve about this. He needs to know.”
“I will. I'm gonna go inside to check up on Ben. If you want to hang out I believe cartoons and goldfish crackers are going on inside the living room.”
“As tempting as that is, I'm going to head back to the shop. Just be careful and stay inside.”
“Will do.” Jessie waved goodbye to her friend and went inside to rest until Steve got home.
***
Later that evening when Steve came home he knew something was off with Jessie. She was avoiding conversation about her day until Ben went to bed. Nothing good was going to come from this conversation but he understood she needed to talk later. Dinner came and went, Jessie had Steve bathe Ben for her and get him settled for the night. By the time he came downstairs, she was in the living room with just the lights on.
“Hey sweetheart, what happened today?”
Jessie sighed. “Billy stopped by. Lord knows he tries my patience.” Jessie explained in detail their conversation and how she is scared he will try something. “I just feel like he isn’t going to let this go. What happens when we decide to get married? Is he going to interrupt that too?”
Steve moved closer to her and held her close. “That bastard won’t ruin anything with us. I will make sure of it. When we decide to get married we can keep it simple and under the radar of him. Course need to get engaged first.”
Jessie smiled at him. “About that I was thinking maybe, if you wanted to, we could be engaged again. I mean only if you want to…”
“Why Jessie are you proposing?” Steve gave her a big grin as he pulled her into his lap.
“Maybe I am. What do you say?”
“I say let’s take this upstairs and I will show you what my answer is.” Steve picks Jessie up and carries her up the stairs. When they close the door they are on each other. Clothes are flying everywhere and once they are naked they fall into bed together. Steve moves down her body and licks a stripe up her slit causing her to moan. His tongue moves through her lips over and over again. Her breathy moans keep climbing the more his mouth works her over. His lips then move to her clit as he pushes two fingers into her. Slowly he works her body over and gets her just on the edge of cumming when he suddenly stops.
“Only way you’re cumming tonight is on my cock. He turns her over to her stomach and pulls her hips up to meet his. Slowly he rubs his cock through her wet lips before pushing inside her. His pace is slow but firm as he takes her from behind. Little mewls exit her mouth with every push and pull motion. “Say you want to marry me.”
“I-I want to marry you. I want to be your wife.” Jessie whines at him as his pace starts to pick up.
“God do I love the sound of that. My wife. It’s long overdue.” Steve grunts as he starts thrusting harder into her. The sound of skin slapping against fills the room as they try to keep their moaning down. He keeps plowing into her until Jessie finally tenses from her orgasm and moans Steve’s name. As her walls contract around him Steve cums deep inside her. He works them both through their orgasm before he pulls out of her.
He lays on his back as she crawls to her nightstand. Pulling out a small jewelry box she reaches in and grabs the engagement ring Steve gave her years ago. Placing it on her finger she crawls back to Steve to show him.
“You never got rid of it? After all these years?” He asks.
“After all these years I guess I just knew we were meant to be deep down inside. I want to be your wife Steve. I want to have future babies with you. We deserve to be happy and have that future we always wanted.”
Steve kissed her passionately as he held her close. Tongues softly caressed the other as they sigh in contentment.
“I say whenever you are ready and wanting, let's do this.” She says.
“What if I said one week?” He mischievously smiled.
“Then I would say we have a lot of planning to do.”
***
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Billy Russo x reader
Summary: Inheriting your grandmother's house, you quickly realize you need some help fixing it up. So you call a local contractor, Billy Russo.
Warnings: pining. Sooo much pining. Fluff, mentions of Billy's not so happy past, kissing, fingering, unprotected sex.
Author's note: I made for my dear @e-dubbc11 after this little thot exchange. Ericca, I know my original plan was to make it for your birthday, so I'm sorry I'm late. But here it is. I hope you love it ❤️
Oh, and I was a little self-indulgent with the best friend... ops 🤣🙈
Looking up at the old house where you’ve spent every summer as a kid, you smile to yourself. The years had been hard on the woodwork and ever since your grandmother moved to the nursery home, everything had been left untouched. Bushes growing wild, the grass so tall you could easily hide in it. But still, it felt like it always had. It felt like home and now it was yours.
The front door binds a little as you try to push it open, the smell of stale air instantly hitting you like a brick wall. Yeah, you should probably open the windows, get some fresh air in. Walking around, you notice how every surface is covered in dust, cobwebs hanging in almost every corner. This was gonna take a lot of work and you couldn’t wait to get started.
The first few days are spent cleaning. You’ve noticed a lot of damages to the house you can’t fix yourself, so you had already contacted a contractor in town, and you needed the place to look less abandoned before he would get here. The whole town may know all about your granny being away for years, but still… You couldn’t bring yourself to let strangers into a house that looked like a mess.
Monday morning, as you sit with your morning coffee on the porch, two cars pull up in front of the house. Russo Home Repairs, supposedly the best in town. He sounded nice on the phone, which was a plus, but honestly you were just happy for the help.
Walking towards the cars, you almost trip over your feet when the driver gets out. You had expected an older man, not this. A tall and very handsome dark-haired man with a smile that could make a Colgate commercial jealous. As he comes closer, you see his dark eyes match the hair.
“You must be y/n? I’m Billy Russo.” He says, politely extending his hand for you to take. You take it, hoping he doesn’t notice how flustered you already are. He probably already knows the effect he has on women, but you’re quite embarrassed at how easily he makes your heart flutter.
Behind him, two men exits the second car. Like Mr. Russo, they are so handsome you almost think your life have changed into a Danielle Steel novel. When they introduce themselves as Quinn McKenna and Matt Murdock, you make a mental note to call your friend as soon as you get back inside. She needs to hear about this.
You manage to pull yourself together long enough to show the men around the property, discussing what needs to be done. Luckily, they are well-versed in both the interior and exterior, so they’re willing to help with the house as well as the grounds. Maybe two or three months of work. Already finding it hard to focus now, you don’t even know how you’ll manage a few months. This was gonna be hard.
The buzzing of your phone pulls you out of your trance. And thank God for that, because you realize you’ve been staring at Mr. Russo for a good 10 minutes. But how can you not, when he makes tearing down a ceiling look so good? Tapping the green icon, you exhale sharply, not even trying to hide your frustration.
“It’s that bad?”
“It is. Instead of doing something useful, I’ve been staring at him for 10 minutes.” You whisper, pushing away from your little chair in the corner, walking into the next room. On the other end Lily just laughs.
“He can’t be that hot.”
“He is. They all are.” You sigh, sitting down in a corner, strategically placed so you can still watch the three gorgeous men making quick work of demolishing the living room. It should be illegal having this sinful sight before you. Tool belts hung low on their hips, making their pants slide down slightly. Their t-shirts sliding up as they raise their arms, revealing a bit of skin. Really, really good-looking skin. Looking with no shame, you follow the little happy trail down to where it disappears under the waistband. Almost whining, you turn away from them. “I need to find another contractor.”
“And not even give me a chance to see their hotness for myself? No way.” She states, the sound of fingers tapping away on her keyboard. “When you asked me to help you with the house, all I had to look forward to was mildew. So you’re not firing the hunks before I get a chance to see them.”
And as promised, you didn’t. Lily arrives a few days later and not even a minute after exiting her car, she stares at the house, mouth open wide as she slowly removes her sunglasses. You already know what caught her eye, as you glance at the porch where the men are taking a break.
“Holy shit.” Lily gasps, staring at them like you’ve done the last few weeks. “They are freaking hot!”
“Told you.” You smirk, as you gesture for her to follow you up to the house. Leaning in closer, Lily whispers under her breath. “How you’ve manged not to get water damage in your basement is beyond me, cause mine’s already flooded.” Lily moan desperately.
Unable to hold back, you burst out laughing, attracting the attention of the men. Billy’s dark eyes find yours and instantly you feel warm. Damn, a man should not hold this much power over you.
The next few days are spend trying to work. The keyword was trying. You and Lily often found yourself staring at the men instead of doing any actual work. Lily kept whispering lewd comments in your ear, causing you both to giggle like schoolgirls. The men often looked at you with knowing smiles on their faces. There was no way they didn’t know, but no one said anything.
Shared lunch became a steady ritual, most days spent together in the shadow under the big tree. Lily and Matt often sat beside each other, him with a giant smile and Lily blushing a bright pink. They were quite sweet, dancing around each other. It was only a matter of time, you thought, before you’d stumble in on them going at it in the guestroom.
You, on the other hand, only had eyes for Billy. You had tried to write if of as a simple crush, but by each passing day you felt yourself growing fonder of him. He had told you about his past, growing up in a group home and later joining the marines. But it was a hard life, so he had retired, moved to this quiet little town in Connecticut and started his company with his friends. He had been through so much, but still had a positive outlook on life. It only made you like him more.
You all fall into this casual rhythm. They’re no longer just men working here. They always seem to linger, never really eager to go home. They are all single, an information you got thanks to Lily, so some days they stayed for dinner since they didn’t have any places to go after work.
As you sit in the backyard, eating another slice of pizza that’s already turned cold, you look at Billy. The last rays of sunshine falls on his face, accentuating his beautiful features. He really is very beautiful. He doesn’t notice you looking at him, at least you don’t hope so, his eyes fixed on Quinn and Matt as they gang up on Lily, throwing her in the pool. When he laughs, he scrunches his nose ever so slightly.
You allow your eyes to wander down. There’s no harm in looking, right? His upper body is bare after his dip in the pool, small beads of water still clinging to his soft skin. You can’t help but notice the scars on his body, wondering how he got them.
“Finding anything interesting?”
You look up to find him looking at you with a soft smile. To your horror, you realize you’ve been leaning in closer, so you pull away. With a light chuckle, he turns to you, his beautiful dark eyes even darker in fading sunlight. “It’s alright. You can ask.”
“How did you get that big one?” you ask, gently tracing your finger over the scars on his right shoulder. A soft sigh from Billy makes you realize what you’re doing, so you remove your fingers quickly.
“It’s not a very pretty story.” He looks down at the scar, tracing it with his thumb. There’s a sadness in his eyes, that makes you wanna reach out, to hug him, but you’re afraid you’ll overstep.
“Yeah, I can imagine war stories aren’t pretty.” You try, leaning in a little closer. He looks at you for a moment before he clears his throat.
“I was 10. At the group home, there was this…” he pauses, huffing out a cold laugh. “Good Samaritan. A guy who was supposed to take care of us. He took a liking to me, and he tried to…”
The expression on Billy’s face tells it all. You reach out and place your hand on his. He looks up at you, his eyes filled with the ghosts of his past. Ha takes your hand in his, his thumb drawing soothing circles on the back of your had. You wonder if it’s more for his benefit than your own. You don’t say a word, silently waiting for Billy to continue.
“I managed to defend myself, but he broke my arm. Tore the rotator cuff in three places.”
“I’m so sorry that happened to you.”
“It’s okay. My life didn’t turn out that bad. I mean, I ended up here.” He says with a playful smile that makes your heart flutter. “But it did destroy my chances of becoming a professional baseball player.”
“Oh, was that your big dream?”
“Absolutely. I could have been the next Joe DiMaggio.” He says confidently, puffing out his chest slightly. He looks adorable and you can’t help but giggle.
“I have no idea who that is.” You shrug apologetically, biting your bottom lip. Billy feigns being hurt, causing you to chuckle. He then excitedly tells you all about DiMaggio and as the sun sets in the horizon, minutes turn into hours as you slowly fall deeper in love with Billy.
It was one of the hottest summers in years, which turned out to be a blessing. Sure, you were warm, but so were the guys, which meant several days with them shirtless. Today was one of those days. During your break from painting the kitchen, you and Lily found yourself doing your new favourite thing: watching the men work. Their muscles playing under their sun kissed skin, the beads of sweat dripping down their toned chests.
Lily sighs beside you, her eyes fixed on Matt as he sands down a piece of wood. Occasionally he wipes off the sawdust, his hands sliding over his perfect abs.
“Fuck, what I wouldn’t give to be that piece of wood.” She whines as she stuffs another piece of candy into her mouth. You just grin, nudging her shoulder.
“Why don’t you just go talk to him?”
“Huh, says the woman who’s practically drooling over the boss boy and haven’t made a move either.” Lily shoots back. You look over at Billy, just as he takes off his shirt, wiping away the sweat from his forehead. His chest is glistening in the midday sun, muscles flexed as he carries another piece of wood over to Matt and Quinn.
You don’t even hear Lily talking to you, lost in the sight before you. As Billy reaches for a pencil, the movement makes you look at his hips and how those pants hang dangerously low, showing of his v-line. What you wouldn’t give to run your tongue over-
“Okay, that’s it. I’m gonna go distract Quinn and Matt, while you talk to Billy.”
“What? What would I even talk to him about?”
“I don’t know, but you better think quickly.” Lily blurts out, before smiling wide. “Oh, I don’t know. Maybe Mr. Russo can help you.” she says with a raised voice, making Billy look up at the mentioning of his name. As you silently plan Lily’s murder, she just walks towards Matt with a giggle.
“What can I do for you, miss y/l/n?” Billy asks with a smile, as he walks closer, wiping his hands in the little cloth hanging from his toolbelt. Barely managing to tear your eyes away from his midsection, you look into his dark eyes, nervously fidgeting with your fingers.
“Uhm, was thinking that we could… uhm… fix the gazebo as well? Now that you’re here anyways.” You mumble, afraid you’re barely making sense. Relax, woman. He’s just a man. A very sexy, sweet man with a voice like velvet and eyes you could drown in.
Billy smiles softly, pointing towards where Lily is standing with Matt. “We already talked about this. Matt will fix it.”
You’re embarrassed and quite sure you’re as red as a tomato, judging by the grin on Billy’s face. Mumbling an apology, you avert his gaze, mortified. Never one to be a good liar, Lily should never have left you unsupervised.
To your surprise, Billy closes the distance between the two of you, his index finger hooking under your chin, carefully lifting your gaze to his. “Is there anything else I can do for you?”
As you take in his words, you forget how to breathe, focused on how close he is too you. You can feel the heat radiating of his body, drawing you in. How easy it would be to just lean in, just a few inches.
The sound of Billy’s phone pulls you back to reality. You pull away as he reaches for the phone. Flustered, you turn towards the house, tripping over your feet in your eagerness to get into the house, into safety. At this point you don’t think it’s even possible to get redder, still you feel the heat in your cheeks, when you hear Billy chuckling softly behind you. Shit, he saw. Dammit.
Once inside, you make your way into the kitchen. “Fucking stupid. Finally getting a chance and I embarrass myself.” Burying your face in your hands, you groan in defeat. “I can never look him in the eyes again.”
“I hope you will, cause I’d hate if I never got to see those beautiful eyes of yours again.”
Turning around, you find Billy leaning against the doorframe, smiling softly, his dark eyes fixed on you. He pushes of the frame, slowly making his way over to you. Stopping a few inches from you, he puts his hands on the counter on either side of you on the counter, caging you in.
“Ever since that first day, I’ve been waiting for a chance to get you alone.” He purrs, his hand coming up to cup your cheek. “Maybe I should have done something sooner.”
He leans in, eyes searching yours for permission. When your lips finally meet, it takes your breath away. For a moment, all that exists is his lips against yours. His soft, perfect lips. Your entire body is on fire, his touch sending shivers down your spine. Breaking away for air, your breathing is already strained, never felt like this before.
He leans in to kiss you again, the feeling of his lips like gasoline to the fire. Unable to hold back, your hand moves up his muscular body, ending entangled in his hair. Pulling him closer, your claim his lips in another greedy kiss. Moving his hands down, he hoists you up by your thighs, lifting you up onto the counter.
Billy’s strong hands move up your thighs, pushing your dress out of the way. Leaning in, he kisses down the column of your neck, pulling sweet whimpers from you. Greedy hands roam over your body, pulling your dress down. Kissing his way down to your breast, he takes your nipple into his mouth.
“Fuck.” You moan out, throwing your head back in ecstasy. You can feel Billy smirking against your skin, sucking your nipple harder. His free hand finds your core, already soaking wet for him. Pushing one finger into your wet heat, you whimper out his name, begging for more.
“Billy, please, just… Please…” you plea desperately. Billy claims your lips in a greedy kiss, pushing another finger into you. It takes no time for you to come around his skilled fingers, burying your head in the crook of his neck to stifle your moan.
“Shh, don’t want the others to hear us.” He whispers with a grin, pulling his fingers from your cunt only to lick your slick off his long digits.
Trembling with anticipation, your fingers make quick work of his belt and zipper, pulling his pants down just enough to free his aching cock. Captivated, you watch as he fists himself, pumping his cock a few times. The muscles of his abdomen tighten with each pass of his fist, making you clench around nothing.
He lines himself up, the head of his cock grazes your slick lips, sending small bolts of pleasure through your body. Billy leans forward, his breath ghosting against your earlobe, “I've been dreaming about this.”
He kisses your neck softly, pulling soft whimpers from you. Pushing forward, his cock parts your lips with ease. He buries himself in one thrust, deep enough to make you shiver. You look into his beautiful lustblown eyes, dark like obsidian. You kiss him with unknown hunger, weeks of want poured into it. And then he starts moving, slow deep thrusts. Billy whimpers, his breath hitched, overwhelmed by the feeling of you.
Thrusting into you at a steady pace, he makes you whimper, pulling the most sinful noises from you with each drag of his delicious cock. You’re lost in the feeling of him, lost in the pleasure. Barely able to think, you can barely form a sentence.
A few more drags of his cock is all it takes, before you clamp down on him, screaming out his name as you come undone. It’s not before Billy follows, emptying himself in you, filling you up with his cum. You fall against him, both of you panting heavily.
As you both come down from your high, Billy holds you close, not wanting to let go as he plants soft kisses on your lips and neck. You stay like that for a few minutes, just savouring each other.
"Fuck. Not you guys too"
You turn to find Quinn in the doorway, his expression priceless. Clearly frustrated, he walks to the fridge and finds a beer, twisting off the cap. You try your best to cover up, the situation so weird you can't do nothing but laugh.
"It's bad enough I had to look at the lovesick puppies out there, playing tonsil tennis. And now this?!" He points at the two of you, taking a sip of his beer. "What about me?"
You and Billy can't help but chuckle as he does his best to pull away without exposing you. When you're descent he helps you down from the counter. You walk over and pat Quinn lovingly on the cheek, giggling softly.
"Don't worry. I have a friend that would love you."
"I fucking hope so." Quinn says, as he walks out of the kitchen, sipping his beer. Billy turn to you, laughing as he cups your cheeks. Placing another soft kiss on your lips, he looks into your eyes. "Are you okay?"
"Never been better." You say with a smile, already looking forward to the rest of the summer.
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At The Speed Of Love || S4E10
A/N: I have been watching too much "Drive To Survive" I am so sorry
A/N: Shoutout to @becauseicantthinkwritings for enabling me enough to finish this thing
Summary: An imagining of an episode of Netflix's Drive To Survive about Noa's stuggles with Hammer Racing
Pairing: Billy Russo x Noa Barceló (OC) x Darklina
Wordcount: 2102
Drive To Survive Season 4 Episode 10
The Last Straw
The episode opens with a series of clips with misfortunes Noa had with her car while racing for Hammer Racing.
The first clip appears, showing Noa's car going slowly by the side of the track while the commentator shockedly narrates the event in front of them.
"And what is THIS? After leading over half the race, the motor of Barceló's Hammer seems to have given up! A fantastic weekend for Hammer, has ended in disaster."
A second commentator chimes in. "This is the third time it has happend this season and we're only just half way! What has happend to the two time world champion and her team?"
Cut to a different clip. She is lining up for an overtake in the rain until suddenly the rear of her car suddenly slips from under her, catapulting the car into the gravel and the tirewall, totalling the car.
"Noa are you okay?" her engineer cekcs in with her, anxiety dripping off of his voice even through the crackling microphone.
"Yeah. I'm fine," she says dejectedly as she undoes her steer and gets out of the car, "Just... where the hell did that come from?"
"We don't know, but we are looking into it."
The clip quickly fades into another, this time with an onboard camera as Noa gives the team back in the pit some worrying news.
"Guys? The brake is gone, I can't slow down."
"Copy. Try and cool them before you turn into the next corner."
"I have no brake to cool. They're gone, my brake is gone."
"Copy that. Put it on the side of the track, or if you can make it, pull into the pit lane."
"Okay. I'll try for the pit lane."
The clip cuts to a view of her car as it pulls around the pit lane corner. The voice of the commentator almost drowning out the sound of th motors of the other cars speeding by.
"And there comes Barceló, swerving into the pitlane, trying to slow the car down as much as possible. It seems that neither Hammer drivers can catch a break in misfortunes this season. What a shame."
Hard cut to black which fades into a portrait shot of a Formula One journalist, his name fading in to his left. It reads: Andrei Morgan.
"Everyone knows Hammer has had an incredibly difficult season. When you consider that they have won two championships and one of the best, new and young talents in their car it is almost incredible how far they have fallen over the course of a single stop. Combine that with the fact that almost no one expected her to sign for another season with Hammer, given how critical she's been of them since the start of the season when she won her second world title."
Cut to the title card of the series which shows the pit stop of a blue and white car, recognised as one of the Stark drivers. The title of the series appears when the car drives away from the team.
From the title card it transitions into a post-race debrief.
"So Noa, you noticed nothing in your breaking prior to that turn?"
She shakes her head. "Nothing. And looking back, there are no other things I could attribute to the cause either."
"Okay. Elliot, you had a steering issue, any idea what could have caused it from your side of the wheel?"
Cut to the camera following Noa and Elliot from behind, outside the paddock as Elliot comments on the shitty weekend they've had while they make their way to the pop up office and the shot quick fades into a portrait shot of Andrei Morgan.
"It is no secret that, when Noa first signed with Hammer, Sergio Debiar fully intended on having her as a second driver. Which she did well. Unfortunatley for Debiar, Marcus Puckett signed with Nemostones for 2019 and Elliot Maker took his place. Debiar was fully intending on keeping the team dynamic as it was but suddenly there was this very clear shift as Noa started outperforming her teammate weekend after weekend and all but forcing Debiar to put her on the winning strategy.
In a sense things only got worse when she won her first world title because he got a team that worked like a miracle, but not in the way he wanted it and this was only amplified when she won her second world title the season after."
A black screen card appears with the title of the episode. It reads: The Last Straw.
Cut to an overview shot of a city with white text overlaying the shot, defining it as Milan in Italy and immediately after cuts to a black screen card with white text reading: Friday, Training.
The view changes to an onboard camera in the car of Elliot Maker.
He is performing relatively well for his abilty and the car he's been given and feeling out some of the things that changed about the car in comparison to last weekend.
"Car is performing well, understeer is a bit much though," Elliot's voice crackles over the microphone as he turns through a set of corners and chicanes.
"Understood."
The camera follows an overhead view of Noa's car, which is faster than that of her teammate, though she comments on the same issue with the understeer and a few others Elliot did not catch.
"Well done. You were fourth fastest on the track today. You did a great job."
"Thanks man."
A black screen card pops onto the screen. Saturday. Qualifying.
The camera cuts between different views of Noa's qualifying lap as the commentator remarks her times.
"And Barceló has a purple first sector! Getting off to a good start with the Hammer car this session, and she colors sector two purple as well. Can she beat the Stark of Sam Wilson? Green in sector three makes that a no, qualifying her to start on the second row tomorrow next to Peter Parker, who is coming in... fourth place! Meaning he will start on Barcelo's right. Tomorrow, here in Algarve"
Cut to a portrait shot of Andrei Morgan.
"After this season Noa Barceló will be out of a contract with Hammer. Everyone knows she is not going to stay and Sergio Debiar knows it as well. So why then, is he clinging to the hope that she will sign another contract with them?"
A hard cut to a portrait side view of Sergio Debiar as the interviewer asks him why he thinks Noa will sign on for another season or two with Hammer Racing.
"There is a strong correlation between Noa's success as a driver and Hammer's ability to produce a car that was capable of winning a world championship. Twice in a row even, so I don't see why she would leave when we have proven that we are capable of producing a car that is able to win races and most importantly, championships."
Cut back to Andrei Morgan. "Noa Barceló is an extremely accomplished driver, who not just holds titles in Formula One now, but also in Formula Three and Two. She holds a total of six titles across all three leagues, half of which she won as a rookie. Then there is the fact that when she raced for Roket Mercury Motorsports she lost both her father and godfather in the span of barely a week. Not even forty-eight hours later, she was in a race car and qualifying for the Monza Grand Prix and came dead last. On the day of the race she managed to claw her way through the grid and win the race. To lose two people so close to you and then to be able to get in a car and win a grand prix is...astounding far above a level I am able to put words to. If there is anyone who is mentally strong enough to be in Formula One, it is Noa Barceló.
Then again there is far more to racing than just having a fast car. Debiar knows this as team principal of Hammer, yet he seems to denounce it when it comes to Noa. She's driven four seasons for them so far. At some point you gotta recognise that the driver you wanted in the second position is better than you expected and let them play a fair game."
Cut to a post race interview with Noa Barceló, Zoya Nazyalensky, and Sam Wilson.
"Question for Noa. Now that you have gotten a podium again, how would you feel about signing for another season with Hammer?"
"Honestly? Everyone knows I am out of a contract after this year and I have to say, I kinda look forward to opening a new chapter in my life in terms of racing. Like, at some point or another you have to stop doing what is old and familiar and take the leap to do new things."
Cut to a back view of Noa and her best friend Alba Rivera in a car, discussing different opportunities with two teams in particular. Anvil Motorsports and Lucendi Volcra Racing. The two speak spanish among another.
"What do you think of the rookie?" Alba asks her, turning a corner in an unidentified city.
"Well... they're good. So that makes them dangerous."
"They're a rookie, what could there be for you to be afraid of them?"
Noa scoffs. "Did you really forget about Gostinni already? I thought you had a better memory than that."
"Ah. Yeah you scared me shitless when you two crashed each other in Baku."
"Precisely."
"What about the other one then? Anvil."
"I'd mostly like to know which of their drivers I would be replacing. Because, depending on that, I could end up as the second driver or not."
"Honestly, you replacing either of them would put you up for first driver immediately I think. Look, they're both good drivers in their own right, but even in a Hammer car you can overtake them on a good day."
"Provided I get close through the traffic. Heh."
Cut to Noa preparing to go scuba diving with her friend Alba. An english narration of Noa's voice plays over the footage.
"In a way... I think I have always known I would be done with Hammer sooner or later. When I signed for my second contract with them after my first world title, I already knew I would not want to renew it once 2020 would come around; and with the race results I've had thus far, it seems to have been a wise decision. I have to take a leap forward an thrust myself into the unknown," she says as the footage shows her jumping off a boat, into the water, "Staying with Hammer for this long... It has felt like I have been fighting with one arm tied behind my back. And no, I am not going to lie, I have done a more than excelent job at fighting for podiums and for the world title this year with the car I have been given, but I would also like to know what it is to fight with both my hands free.
I have the luxury of being able to choose between multiple teams, and in a way, that also makes it incredibly scary. Will I choose the right team? What if I make the wrong prediction about the team dynamic? They're all questions that are going through my head as I try to figure out what is best."
The shot shows Noa and Alba swimming back to the surface, but cuts to black before either of them can reach it. The black screen displays a small paragraph of text, reading: On the 7th of December, 2020, Noa Barceló announced to the rest of the world that she would not be renewing her contract with Hammer.
The screen card fades into a studio interview with Noa in her Hammer attire as she smiles at the interviewer and it is the happiest we've seen her all season.
"Do I look at you or do I look at the camera," she says with a toothy smile as she takes a sip of water.
"At me," the voice of the interviewer sounds off screen.
"Okay."
"So please tell me your name, your profession and which team you will be joining next year."
"My name is Noa Barceló, I am a Formula One driver and I will be joining Anvil Motorsports for next season."
She smiles brightly when she finishes speaking and the screen cuts to the credits of the episode.
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hello babes <3 congrats again on the 1K (1.1k actually!!) could you write something with billy russo + envy? :) excited to see what you om up with!! <33
Pairing: Billy Russo x g/n! reader
Word Count: 511 words
Outline: Billy scolds you at a party after an encounter with an old friend.
A/N: ariel, my love, I hope you will enjoy, please tell me why you picked billy 👀
Warnings: alcohol/alcoholism, slightly toxic situation.
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"No."
His voice is firm and demanding echoing against the shell of your ear, his breath hot on your face. You could smell how intoxicated he was yet that wasn't any excuse. Agitated you slam his hand on your arm away and turn to face him with a strict expression on your face.
"Billy, stop." You say firmly and push him slightly away. Some people were turning around the room to look at you, the last thing you wanted to do was cause a scene.
"You're disrespecting me," Billy growls back at you, his pupils darkened and his stare intense.
"I'm not, I was just talking to an old friend." He rolls his eyes and straightens his posture, a stray streak of hair falling on his face.
"That's bullshit, love and you know it." It was time for you to roll your eyes, you sigh deeply and cross your arms around your chest.
"He is just the handsy type, not everyone is the same you know." Billy swallows a lump in his throat and just uses his hand to push the stray hair away.
"You think I'm blind? I can't tell when a man wants you or not?" Not this again, you think to yourself.
Billy was a brilliant man, handsome and intelligent but he was the jealous type. He had promised he'd change and even though he had made steps to do so, his passion for alcohol always made his brain blurry. He wasn't having a grand time, it was only this week he got dispatched from the field and the idea of working on the ground brought him pain, you knew that. But you wished you weren't the punching bag. Billy sighs as he takes a step back shaking his head.
"You are just like the rest of them." He continues, profound aggression in his voice that leaves you cold and alienated.
"Billy, take that back right now. You're insulting me." Billy's face remains serious for a minute but is as if lighting takes a charge and he grabs your arm pulling you close to him.
"I'm sorry." He proclaims but by his body posture, nobody could ever tell.
"You are mine, I refuse to share." He's firm, he holds you tight, his lips one second away from your face. You nod your head at him, knowing very well this isn't him. But your patience was wearing thin. How often could you do this? Have a fight like this in public and makeup again?
"I am and so are you. Please, don't doubt this." He needs that confirmation in his most confused and vulnerable state. His eyes remain on you burning circles deep within and without wasting any more time he crushes his lips against yours.
It wasn't right but it wasn't wrong, tomorrow you two might argue, you might convince him to take care of his drinking problem and he might actually listen to you. But tonight you were his in that room filled with old friends and he was all yours.
If only love could be easier…
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YES, NO, MAYBE
Chapter 2/?
Chapter 1
Warnings: Nothing yet
Rating: 18+
Tagging: @becauseicantthink (thanks for letting me tag you! I love your writing and you are a big inspiration!)
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The date had absolutely wiped Maddie out, thankfully she was spared a hangover as she only had two drinks. But the tension, the banter, the flirting, all of it made her exhausted by the time she got into bed last night. Even this morning, the bags under her eyes seemed worse as she tried to cover it up with foundation. It took a good hour before she was out the door and off to get a cup of coffee. And still she thought she looked like shit.
Entering the ANVIL lobby, it seemed its usual busy, people milling about and sitting, no doubt for Billy. She walked up the stairs and into her cubicle, placing her coffee down and getting straight to work.
But before she could get any ‘real’ work done a man came and tapped her on her shoulder,
“What are you doing here? You’ve been transferred” he said in a gruff voice,
Madison blinked, “Oh… I wasn’t notified”
“Huh, thought you knew,” the man leaned down and whispered, “it’s all the way up from the big boss himself,” he handed her a letter, “you’re to work for him personally,”
The words on the page did not register in her mind, “Uhhhh, thank you for telling me” taking her bag she smiled at the man who waited for her to leave. She entered the elevator and took it all the way up to Billy’s office. The doors opened with a ding and revealed a luxurious lobby space. A large black desk that was topped with white marble stood in front of her, large black leather seats were to her left. A window as tall as the wall gave the room a beautiful room and natural cool lighting.
“Miss Woodworth, Mr. Russo is just in his office,” the lady at the desk motioned to the large dark brown doors to the right.
“Thank you,” Madison said as she went over to the doors, but before she could enter a man came in front of her,
“I’m going to need to check your bag, ma’am,” the bodyguard said and looked at the bag on Madison’s shoulder.
Her anxiety spiked as she had her S.H.I.E.L.D USB stick within but she knew it was located in a secret pocket. She was about to hand it over when Billy opened the doors to his office.
“That’s not necessary, John,” he said, “Madison here is my new personal assistant, she can be trusted,” he looked at her with a grin “you can be trusted, right?”
“Of course! Or I doubt you would have given me the job,” she chuckles and kept her bag on her shoulder.
Billy led her into his spacious office which seemed simple and well kept. Another large window identical to the one in the lobby was behind his enormous desk. The rest of the office was minimalist, a small black couch sat up against the wall and two chairs sat in front of his glass desk.
“I only let people I trust into my inner circle,” he went back out to the hallway and opened up another relatively large door that opened up to a small but still luxurious office, “I hope the transfer wasn’t too much of a shock”
Madison chuckled “A better warning might have been nice but I’m assuming this is a… last minute decision,” she walked into the mini office and put her bag down, thinking of the date from the previous night, “anything to do with the date or just a ‘corporate’ decision?”
The comment made Billy smirk with a little chuckle, his almost black eyes flicking to the floor then back to her, “perhaps a bit of both, your talents were wasted in your last position.”
Madison eyed his movements to see what his true motives were, there was a smirk on her face in response, “I appreciate the upgrade, much better than the beige cubicle I was at,”
The whole situation almost made Maddie laugh, the fact that after a date she became a ‘personal assistant’ seemed like a plot of a shitty porn video.
Billy stood at the foot of the doorway, “Miss Adelaide at the front desk will be your other ‘supervisor’ only to avoid the appearance of impropriety but your office is right outside mine. Miss Adelaide is there should you need anything.” He took a badge out of his pocket and handed it to her, “the projects you will work on will be at my discretion and here is your new badge. It should get you anywhere in the building,”
That last statement shocked Madison but years of S.H.I.E.L.D training kept her face completely neutral. She passed her old badge to him and took the new one and there it was, ‘unlimited access’ typed on the bottom. Maddie looked back up to him with a brow furrowed, “so… what exactly is my job? Sounds like I’m a glorified secretary,”
Billy laughed again but shook his head, “Not at all, you’ll be a project manager, dealing with the creation and refinement of training sessions and contract security. You’ll be the special eye that makes sure it looks final and is secure. You’re my girl, FRIDAY. The only calls you’ll be getting will be related to the projects you’ll be working on,”
“I can do that,” Madison nodded and pushed a strand of hair behind her ears as she sat down at her new desk.
“Perfect. Take today to move your stuff and get settled in. Adelaide will give you a tour later on and tomorrow we can dive right in,” Billy gave a curt nod and a smile to Maddie before walking out and back into his own office.
Billy closed the door and stood in front of the large window, looking out into the vast New York skyline. He took out his phone and while dialing and putting the phone to his ears he looked at the tiny specks down below walk by.
“She’s settling in, now to see what happens next. I want weekly reports and immediate contact if there’s anything out of the ordinary,” Billy smirked at the city skyline, “New York, New York…”
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Maddie spent the rest of the morning setting up her new personal office. It was quite the step up from the tiny cubicle with a gorgeous pine desk and an expensive looking computer. But before she did anything she gave the office a… pat down of sorts. Scanning over surfaces and drawers, shelves and walls to spot any devices. None were seen, to Maddie’s surprise and there were none on her computer hardware as she checked. No cameras, no listening devices, nothing. It made Madison uneasy, the quick promotion, the speed in which she was asked out by him. Billy Russo had to know something but was sure to make no show of it. Madison decided to play along, not wanting to put any sort of spyware in his devices or office or apartment for the time being.
Around lunch time there was a knock on her door and Madison looked up to see Billy there at the door,
“Lunch?” he said with a cool smile as he leaned on the door.
“I’d love to, I’m guessing you have another fancy place to go?” Maddie grabs her purse and gets up.
Billy gets off the doorway and brings around her waist, not quite touching but the presence of his hand had set Maddie’s skin aflame. “Standing place only, but they have the best tacos in the city.” he said as they walked through the building and down the busy New York street.
“Tacos!! I love them! But I’m a messy taco eater,” Maddie chuckled and still kept close to Billy.
He smirked and looked down to her, “If you make a mess, I’ll just have to clean you up,” he winked as they walked past a large line of people. He opened the door at the start of the line and went right in.
Maddie gawked as she saw him just go right in, as if he really was a VIP of somesort. Between the people staring at her and the comment Billy made Madison’s cheeks blush hot.
“Mr. Russo!” A voice called from across the counter and there Maddie found a middle-aged tanned man with his arms upraised. “And you brought a friend!”
Madison smiled and Billy introduced the to the owner of the restaurant,
“Pleasure to meet you, Madison. It’s not often Mr. Russo brings friends, and certainly not pretty girls. Tell me, what can I get for both of you?”
Both Billy and Maddie order some tacos and a burrito to go and in the meantime they wait at the back of the store while others come and order too.
Maddie looked up to Billy, “What did you do for him? To allow you to skip 20 other people in line, I mean,”
Billy gave his usual cocky smile and looked down to her as they waited, “I gave him the money to start the place. We were friends before and once ANVIL became successful I wanted to help him,”
Maddie nodded and the owner of the store brought over their order, he also had a bag in one of his hands, “Here you go, and your bodyguard…” he looked down at the order name, “John ordered this, mind giving it to him?”
“Of course not,” Billy said as he took both the food and the bag. But before they left he handed the owner a couple of hundred dollar bills, “take the wife out tonight, on me,”
“You are too kind, Mr. Russo!”
Billy gave another charming smile and escorted Maddie out of the small establishment. They walked down the busy New York streets back to the head office and the entire time Maddie’s mind was spinning. What the hell had Billy done with that owner and what the hell was in the bag he was carrying? The whole situation had Maddie’s training tell her this was an illegal operation but there was no proof. Yet.
They made it back to the building and into Billy’s office,
“We can eat on the couch,” Billy said as he moved the coffee table closer, he sat down and placed the bag of food.
Maddie took a seat beside him on the couch and opened up her coke as Billy passed her the tacos. She took a bite and a bunch of crumbs and pieces fell back into the tray,
“You weren’t kidding about being messy,” Billy chuckled and passed her a couple of napkins, “do you like your office?”
There was another crunch and some more mess as Maddie took the napkin. She gave a nod.
This time Billy leaned over and wiped her chin and Madison stopped. Her eyes met his dark brown —almost black— irises and it took her breath away. His face was stunning from being this close. No amount of S.H.I.E.L.D training could stop her cheeks from going a shade of red.
“There we go,” Billy said softly “perfect”
Still Madison’s cheeks burned in a blush, “Tacos are meant to be messy, definitely not a first date kind of food” she chuckled and took a sip from her coke. “Although this is the best taco I’ve ever had,”
Billy laughed in return, “right? I keep asking for his secret but he never tells me”
There was a pause in the conversation and it allowed Maddie to think. Her mission was to get information out of Billy by going undercover. And if she blew cover it was by any means necessary. Her goal was eventually to seduce him somehow and as the days went on it seemed easier and easier. Until she again made a mess and again Billy cleaned her mouth and chin. Madison willed herself to stay focused on the task; on the mission to find Rawlins but it was becoming ever more difficult with each passing glance from Billy’s gorgeous face.
“So, tell me more about your family,” Billy broke the silence.
“Hmm.. there’s not much to tell. My parents did live in New York once but moved around when they wanted to have kids. Eventually they liked Washington state better than New York for raising a kid”
“You make it sound like New York is filled with drugs, sex, and crime,” Billy laughed as he ate,
Maddie laughed in response, “well only in the bad parts,” she took another pause before continuing, “other than that.. I’m an only child and my mother was a mail carrier and my dad worked for a lumber yard as an accountant. Just an average American family”
Billy sipped his coke and leaned back in his chair, watching her, “They can’t be that average, they had you” he gave another charming smile, “and you’re anything but ordinary”
His comment elicited a soft chuckle from Maddie, “You flatter me, really I’m nothing too special,”
“No,” Billy said almost immediately, “you are extraordinary and you know it,” his stare was intense and it sent shivers down Madison’s skin. He was both beautiful and threatening.
He sat back in his chair and smirked, his dark eyes still gazed at her. There was something as he looked at her, something… off. As he gazed at her he could almost confirm it. The sudden cute employee, way too over qualified for the job, the whole thing reeked of a plant. Of a covert operation. But he kept quiet, studied her, and left her to make the first move.
“Thanks again for lunch,” Madison said
“My pleasure,” Billy responded, “Perhaps we make these lunch dates a weekly affair? I’d love to see more of you,”
“As if you aren’t seeing me daily anyway. But who can say no to a free lunch?” She smiled and walked towards the office door.
“You’d be surprised who would turn down a free lunch,” Billy stood and put the garbage in the bin, he came over and opened the door for her, “have a good day, Madison,”
“You as well,” she smiled and left for her own office. She heard the doors to Billy’s office close.
After an hour Billy called John from his office, “Was it in there?” A few moments later his jaw clenched and he took a deep breath, “Go remind him of what happens when I don’t get what I want. Thanks John.” Billy’s voice was lethal as his eyes turned black. He sat back down in his office chair and after a few moments to breathe and calm down he opened up the security cameras to Madison’s office. He smiled.
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Your Pretty Heart (Billy Russo x f!Reader)
A/N: Anyone else widely obsessed with Pedro Pascal and The Last of Us right now? Being back in my Pedro era feels like getting home after a long ass trip. Should I write for some of Pedro's characters?? SOS! Also, I hit 800 followers today??? Like what??? Thank you to everyone who supports me and this account!!
Request: ex’s to lovers with Billy Russo or Matt Murdock. Where Frank and Karen “help” Billy/Matt get their ass together to get back with Reader. Because come on their clearly still in lovee.
Word Count: 3.7k
Summary: When you and Billy break up, Karen takes it upon herself to get you back together. Her plan comes to a head one night at Josie’s, and you and Billy must face the consequences of loving and leaving one another.
(Warnings: so much angst, cursing, Billy is a soft!boy at heart, soft!Billy, descriptions of smut (but like romantic descriptions, not graphic ones??), I think that’s it, it’s literally just really sad until the end lol)
“You look great.” Your date smiled, but he wasn’t looking at your face. Instead, for the third time in less than a minute, his eyes trailed the sloping curve of your cleavage as it disappeared into your dress. You shrugged his gaze off, hoping there was at least something interesting about him to keep you entertained for the evening. Something could be there. Deep, deep, down, but there, nonetheless.
“So, Brad, what do you do for work? When Karen set this up, she didn’t tell me much about you.”
“I’m an accountant.”
Brad nodded his head along with yours, an awkward bob as you waited for him to return the question. He didn’t, instead choosing to fix his gaze on the jazz singer across the restaurant. Zero for two, Brad.
“Do you, uh, have any hobbies?” You tried again to break the conversation dam, but Brad’s attention was so far away from the table you were sharing that he barely glanced at you when he responded.
“I jog sometimes.”
“Oh!” You lurched forward, desperate to grab onto anything that might make this date less awkward. “I like to jog, too. I’ll listen to books when I do it to pass the time. Do you read at all?”
Brad’s eyes flicked to yours, then back to the jazz singer. Uninterested, bored, and inconvenienced. That’s what his glance told you.
“People who need books or music when they run aren’t capable of self-reflection. It’s how you grow as a human being, you know? You should try it.”
You blinked. Who the fuck does this guy think he is? A pompous, arrogant, prick seemed like the winning description, and you chuckled as you looped your purse handle over your shoulder.
“Well, Brad.” You stood from your seat, drawing his attention away from the band. “Congratulations. You win. I think this is quite possibly the worst date I’ve ever been on, and that’s saying a lot.”
You didn’t deem him with an explanation as you exited the restaurant, but a vivid memory flashed in your mind of Billy standing you up on your anniversary last year. Yeah, that date was terrible, but at least Billy hadn’t insulted you after standing you up. He’d spent weeks apologizing with flowers, jewelry, and even cutting down on his time at Anvil so he could spend more time with you, but that date would always stick out in your mind as the beginning of the end.
You shook the thoughts from your head, digging through your purse to find your cellphone. Karen was going to explain where the fuck she met this guy, and why she thought setting him up with you would be a good idea. She picked up on the second ring.
“Karen.” You tapped your foot on the sidewalk. “What the fuck?”
“Hey! How was the date?”
Wherever Karen was, it was loud. You could barely understand her through the speaker, muffled by music and what sounded like a crowd of people in the background.
“The date was so bad.” You almost whined. Almost stomped your foot at how unfair the dating world had become. Almost thought about how much easier it was when you were with Billy. “Where did you even meet this guy?”
“At work. Was he an asshole?” She sounded apologetic, but the volume at which she had to scream her question into the phone made the entire interaction feel a little less impactful.
“Grade-A Asshole.” You groaned. “Where are you?”
“I’m at Josie’s, but-”
“Great. I’m on my way.”
You hung up the phone before she could respond and hailed a taxi. You felt a little guilty for barging in on her evening. Karen was a good friend, one that you’d clung to since you and Billy had gone your separate ways, and she deserved a night out without your moping. But the nagging feeling rolling around in the pit of your stomach told you exactly the reason you had to go to Josie’s. If you didn’t go hang out with Karen, you’d end up calling Billy, and the last thing you wanted to do was let him see you after a shitty date. You climbed into the taxi and hoped you could drink away the memories of tonight with Karen once you arrived at Josie’s.
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Billy took a hefty sip of his beer as he eavesdropped on Karen’s phone conversation. Technically, it wasn’t eavesdropping if Karen had whacked him on the arm the second her phone started ringing, but it made Billy uncomfortable anyways. What they’d planned felt too much like a trick, and he didn’t want to take advantage of the situation.
“She’s on her way.” Karen grinned, raising her beer in the air to clink bottles with him.
Billy fiddled with the bottle in his hand, unsure if there was anything to be ‘cheersing’ to.
“C’mon, Bill,” Frank grunted, meeting Karen’s still outstretched arm, “It worked. She’s on her way. Now, all you have to do is be a lesser asshole than her date.”
“Don’t you think she’ll be furious when she finds out her entire evening was construed by her ex-boyfriend and best friends? She doesn’t even want to see me.”
“Trust me, Billy,” Karen angled her head for emphasis, “She does. She just won’t admit it.”
“How do you know, though?”
“I see it on her face, and hear it in her voice, and she’s still sleeping on my couch. And you know what that tells me?”
Billy rolled his eyes. “What does that tell you, Karen?”
Karen’s eyes twinkled with mischief. “That she’s not looking for another apartment. That she still has hope that she’ll be able to go home, to your apartment.”
Billy shook his head. “The market is insane. Maybe she just can’t find an affordable one.”
“I saw three listed in the paper this morning. She’s not looking, Billy. She misses you.”
Billy groaned, dragging his hands over his face. This entire situation was completely and totally fucked, and it was completely and totally his fault. He’d always been warned that his ambition would get the best of him. You’d slipped through his fingers so quickly that he got whiplash when he thought about the end of the relationship. It was like you were there one day and gone the next, and he had no idea how he ended up alone, stranded in his kitchen in the middle of the night because the idea of going to bed without you hurt too much.
“What if it’s too late? What if I can’t fix it?”
“All you can do is try, Bill.” Frank shrugged.
“She loves you.” Karen spoke firmly, tapping her finger on the table, “And you love her. But she needs to know that. You have to show her that you love her.”
“How? I thought I was doing that before.” Billy let out a disgruntled breath and cleared his throat.
“Your priorities need to change. She deserves better than last-minute cancellations and rescheduled dates. You’re your own boss, Billy. You make the rules, and no matter how much money you spend on her, or how many gifts you buy her, she’s always going to remember the times that you didn’t show up.”
Billy nodded. Karen was right, as usual. There’d been a significant change in the amount of time Billy was spending at Anvil, sometimes returning home early in the morning, only to change suits and leave again. It wasn’t your fault – it never was – but Billy couldn’t help himself from falling back into his old patterns. When shit got too real, he retreated, and it ended up costing him the most important thing in his life.
Tonight was his chance to fix everything – to bring you home, to remind you that he adored you, to show you that his life was falling apart without you in it. All he had to do was get you to listen, and he was sure everything else would fall into place.
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You took three steps into the bar before swiveling around and marching out in a dramatic fashion. Cursing Karen for conveniently forgetting to mention that Billy was with her, you tried not to stomp down the sidewalk that led to Karen’s apartment. If you had an apartment of your own, you’d surely be stomping your way there instead.
You didn’t make it far before you heard your name being called behind you. Two distinct voices trailed you, but you were more focused on the lack of the third. Had he stayed behind at the bar? You swung around, almost slamming into Frank’s chest. Karen was a few steps behind him, and behind her, stood beautiful and broken Billy, hands in his pants pockets.
“What?” You screeched, eyes flickering between the group.
“I just wanted to tell you thaaaat,” Karen’s eyes twinkled, and you should’ve known that she was about to make your night go from bad to worse, “I’m going back to my apartment with my boyfriend, who is going to do very loud things to me for hours. If I were you, I’d steer clear of the whole block tonight.”
You rolled your eyes and looked at Frank, whose innocent expression gave away Karen’s plan faster than you could piece it together. Clearly, this coup had been planned, and they were leaving you with no option but to spend time with Billy.
“Is that so?” You narrowed your eyes at her, hoping she could read every nasty thought you’d ever had about her in your gaze.
“Yep!” She hooked an arm through Frank’s and tugged him down the sidewalk. “See you tomorrow!”
You watched them until they turned a corner, and you could no longer see them. When you turned to face Billy again, he had inched closer to you, standing a heady meter away with his hands still in his pockets.
“Did you plan this?”
The anger in your voice echoed across the concrete, slamming into Billy. He grasped his chest as if you’d shot him in the heart.
“No. I didn’t even know there was a plan until I showed up at Josie’s earlier.”
You hesitated to believe him, but something in the way he was looking at you told you to trust him. You looked him up and down, focusing on the way he looked worse than you’d ever seen him. For a brief second, you felt triumph over it. He deserved this after everything he did to you. He deserved to feel like shit. The triumph faded faster than it came, and an overwhelming sadness replaced the ire thoughts you were having about him.
There were bags under his eyes, and you could tell he hadn’t been sleeping well. He never did when he couldn’t sleep with you. The facial hair that he usually kept so neat and maintained had grown beyond his usual boundaries, and the fact that he kept subconsciously scratching at it told you he didn’t like it. You tried not to let it get to you. You probably looked like shit, too.
“How’ve you been?” His focus remained wholly on you. You rubbed the back of your neck to try and shake off his stare.
“We don’t have to do this, Bil.” You looked at the ground, focusing on the crack in the concrete that crawled its way across the sidewalk, drawing a line inbetween you and Billy. You couldn’t decide if that was fitting, or incredibly sad. Maybe it was both.
“We’re not doing anything.” He shook his head innocently.
“You know what I mea-”
“Come home.”
There was a pregnant pause in the conversation as the two of you eyed each other.
“Billy, I-”
“Just for tonight. Until Karen’s apartment is...safe again.”
You narrowed your eyes at him, searching for an ulterior motive. And of course, there was an ulterior motive. You couldn’t blame him for it, because you knew if the roles were reversed, you’d be doing the same thing.
“I don’t know if that’s a good idea.” You shook your head, more towards yourself than at him.
“Why not?” He cocked his head to the side.
“You know why.”
He nodded but shrugged his shoulders anyways.
“I’m not going to leave you out here with nowhere to go. It’s either the apartment, or we spend the next few hours in awkward silence at a diner.”
The apartment. Not ‘my’ apartment. He didn’t consider it his when you weren’t there to claim the other half of it. You couldn’t lie to yourself. You wanted so badly to go with him, to see the home that you’d built with him. You wanted so badly to see how he’d faired over the last month without you. It was with all this in mind, and not how much you missed him, that had you nodding, agreeing to go home. Just for a visit, you repeated in your mind, just for a visit.
When you stepped into what was once the living room you shared with Billy, you were struck with an overwhelming sense of familiarity. There was nothing different about it, except that the bookshelf was a little less stuffed than usual. You’d grabbed your favorites on your way out, unable to part with them, even just for a little bit.
“Can I get you some wine?” Billy asked, already heading toward the kitchen to pour himself a glass. You nodded, shrugging your jacket off and trying to ignore the strangeness of being treated like a guest in the home that you’d lived in for years.
When Billy returned with two particularly full glasses, you plopped down on the couch. You didn’t know how to act, or what to say, or who to be when you were around him anymore and falling back into old habits seemed like a grand way to get your feelings hurt again.
“You didn’t answer my question earlier.” Billy took a swig from his glass, sitting on the armchair across from the couch. You silently thanked the universe that he had put distance between the two of you. The closer he was, the less clearly you could think.
“Which one?”
“How’ve you been?”
“Oh.” You took a sip, only because it gave you something to do with your hands. “I’ve been alright.”
He smiled, but the corners of his mouth didn’t reach his eyes. Anyone who looked at you longer than two seconds could see that you’re clearly not doing alright, but you’d grown comfortable living in denial, and you weren’t going to admit how not alright you were.
“Heard your date didn’t go well.”
You scoffed. Maybe it was the wine, or the way he looked smug about the fact that you’d had a shitty date, but you couldn’t help what came out of your mouth next.
“Fuck you, Billy. It’s none of your business.”
Billy looked startled by your outburst. You gulped down another mouthful of wine before rubbing your hand down your face.
“I’m sorry.” You shook your head. “I don’t know where that came from.”
“It’s okay. I probably deserve it.” He shrugged, leaning back in his seat.
“What happened to us?” You asked, gazing at the ceiling.
“You tell me, sunflower. You’re the one that left.”
Your heart ached at the nickname. It wasn’t fair that he used it, especially when you were clearly in a vulnerable mood, but you cherished it anyways.
“You left first.”
It was barely a whisper, said so quietly that you weren’t quite sure he had heard you. If the palpable tension that followed wasn’t indicative of his acknowledgment, the deep sigh that erupted from his chest soon after was indication enough. He stayed quiet, swirling the remaining wine in his glass around in small circles.
You stared at him, unflinching in your assessment of his body language. He didn’t look as miserable as you felt, and a spark of anger ignited in your belly because of it.
“Did you ever really love me, Bil?” You barked. It was bait, and both of you knew it. You’d never questioned his love for you, and he knew you were trying to get a rise out of him, but he couldn’t help stepping up to the plate and taking the bait.
“What kind of fucking question is that?” He watched you closely. You tried not to let your triumph show on your face. “Of course, I love you.”
He stood from his seat and rested his hands on his hips, willing you to do the same. Meet him where he stood, he dared, show him how much you still care. You were nothing if not a daredevil. You joined him in the middle of the room, pressing your index finger into his chest.
“Well then, what the fuck happened?”
“You. Tell. Me.” He gritted from between clenched teeth.
Billy wasn’t being fair to you, and he knew it. You were asking a valid question, and he was cowering behind the anger and frustration in the room.
“I can’t do this again, Bil.” You turned, reaching for your purse. A heavy tug on your elbow had you crashing into Billy’s chest, where he enveloped his arms around you and pulled you into a crushing hold.
“You’re not leaving, are you?”
There was a softness in his voice that tugged at your heartstrings. For a moment, you forgot you were speaking to a grown man and not an orphaned little boy. You blew a long breath out before shaking your head. He rested his forehead against your shoulder.
“No, Bil. I’m not leaving.”
“I always knew I’d end up breaking your pretty heart.” His voice was muffled by your shoulder, but you didn’t miss the slight crack in his words. “I knew I’d fuck it up eventually.”
“I don’t understand what happened. Everything was fine, and then it wasn’t.” You blinked away the tears that had built up on your waterline.
“I know, baby. I’m so sorry.”
You cupped his face as he dropped to his knees in front of you. His eyes, now red-rimmed and glassy, pleaded with you, and you couldn’t stop yourself from lowering your body next to his.
“What’s going on?” You asked him, eyes flickering between his fast-blinking eyelids and rapidly shaking hands.
“I was afraid.” He cleared his throat. “Am. I am afraid.”
“Of what? Where is this coming from?” You gaped. You knew Billy struggled with commitment more than most – it had taken him almost a year of serious dating before he could tell you he loved you – but you thought he had moved past that.
“Tom’s getting married.”
Your brow furrowed. “What does Tom have to do with us?”
“Tom’s getting married, and all I can think about is how I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to give that to you, and how you deserve someone who can give you everything you want and more.”
You let his words sink into your chest, dissecting every interaction you’d had with him leading up to your breakup. It had been a slow descent, and when it finally became too much, you’d left with no clue how you ended up alone and sleeping on Karen’s couch every night.
“Billy,” You shuttered, shaking your head as tears began to travel down your cheeks, “I never said I wanted any of that.”
“It’s what you deserve.”
“But it’s not what I want. Why couldn’t you see that I was happy with the way things were?”
“I was terrified that you’d leave me. And then I became a shit boyfriend, and you really did leave me, and it was the worst thing that’s ever happened to me.”
You wiped the tears from under your eyes and sniffled. “You weren’t always a shit boyfriend.”
Billy snorted, letting a small smile cross his face as he tucked a piece of your hair behind your ear.
“Can you ever forgive me, sunflower?”
You considered his question. If you were being completely honest, you’d forgiven him as soon as you saw his pretty, brown eyes across the bar earlier, so sad and searching for you.
“Can you promise that you’ll tell me when you’re feeling like this again, instead of shutting me out?” You cupped his cheek, eyes flicking down to his lips and then back up to his eyes.
“I can promise that I’ll try.” He swallowed, searching your expression. “Is that enough?”
You lurched forward, pressing your lips to his. The kiss tasted of red wine and salt, and you were suddenly grateful that you’d slumped to the floor earlier instead of waiting until now, when your knees were weak and shaking with anticipation.
“I love you.” Billy mumbled inbetween kisses.
“Show me.” You responded, opening yourself to him for the first time in over a month.
He took you right there on the living room floor, a flurry of intertwined limbs, swollen lips, and skin brushing skin. His lips only left yours long enough to whisper praises against your neck before returning to yours in a bruising kiss. When you came apart underneath him, you couldn’t stop the tears from forming, but he didn’t mind. He kissed the tears away, apologies in their own right, as he continued showing you how much he loved you.
Later on, after hours of reconciliation and apologies, you collapsed next to Billy on the couch. You’d lost your clothes a long time ago, only covered with the throw blanket you’d purchased the year before on a whim, and you watched as he sighed in quiet contemplation.
“We should tell Karen and Frank that their plan worked.” You rested your head on his shoulder. He smiled, pulling you into his chest.
“Let them figure it out on their own. They’ll come around at some point tomorrow when you still haven’t gone back.”
He was right. The next morning, when Karen and Frank knocked on the door, you and Billy were still cuddled together on the couch, so worn out from the night before that you hadn’t been able to muster up the energy to move to the bedroom. You took one glance at Billy before you were on him again, uncaring that your friends were waiting. That’s fine, you thought, let them wait. Let them wait.
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The Sweetest Christmas
Photos are not mine. They are courtesy of Pinterest/Google.
Pairing: Tattoo Artist Billy Russo x F! Reader
Warnings: None, really. Maybe a swear word or two. All of the fluffy bunnies and unicorns.
Word Count: 4.7k-ish
Summary: Little Anna Raven is just starting to understand what happens during this time of year and she’s very excited about the gift she asked Santa for. Billy has a special gift for you also.
A/N: This is for my lovely @jvanilly who probably loves this series more than anyone. She asked for more of The Sweetest Pain series so ask and you shall receive! (I also have more of Out of Left Field coming for you too.) Thank you for loving this series and to everyone else who loves this series. I just love writing for them. ♥️
Oh, one more thing…I realize some on my tag list may have fallen out of like with my Billy or just have fallen out of like with me or maybe you’re just goin through some shit, I understand. So even though I don’t want to, I plan on removing people on my tag list that I haven’t chatted with, haven’t commented or even thrown a ♥️ on my fics in awhile. I’m sorry but I don’t really want to waste your time if you’re not interested in them anymore or haven’t had the time lately, it’s ok. I do try and keep my masterlists up to date so you know where to find them, absolutely no hard feelings! ♥️♥️♥️
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The brisk December air stung your lungs as you walked along the sidewalk toward the tattoo studio. You pulled your winter hat back down to cover your ears as the wind smacked you directly in the face while reaching for the handles of Anna’s stroller.
The little squeals of excitement as you pushed her faster made you smile. She didn’t care that it was freezing outside or that you were cold, your little miss was having a great time. Her chubby little finger shot out to point in front of her and she turned to face you with her rosy cheeks to tell you something.
“Daddy!!” She yelled excitedly.
Anna recognized the Anvil Tattoo logo anywhere and it made your heart swell to see how excited she would get when she knew she was going to see her father at work.
It’s a good thing she was strapped into the stroller because she started to bounce up and down in the seat; she was so excited. Sometimes you wondered if she was excited to see Billy or excited for all the treats she knew she would get. It was probably a little bit of both.
The holidays seemed to sneak up faster and faster every year but especially now that you had an addition to your little family. This would be Anna’s third Christmas season and she was just starting to understand what it all meant.
It was getting easier for Billy too because this time of year had always been hard for him but now that he had a family of his own, the bad memories of being alone during this time of year were becoming distant ones.
And he loved focusing on you and little Raven. Anna wasn’t the only one learning all about holiday seasons and family traditions…Billy was too and ever since your first Christmas together, he liked it more and more.
“We’re almost there, baby girl. Are you cold?” You asked.
Little Raven shook her head furiously. “Let’s go, Mommy!”
She was really starting to talk more now, her sentences weren’t so broken anymore and she was like a sponge, picking up every little thing you said. She’s even picked up a few colorful words courtesy of her Uncle Frank but you knew it was only a matter of time before she started repeating those words.
You and your husband didn’t always keep your language clean around little Raven either but her Uncle Frank was a heavy influence on her, at times.
As you opened the door, a gust of wind almost took the handle right out of your hands. Strands of your hair were caught in your mouth as you tried to spit them out while still holding onto the handles of the stroller. Anna had started to giggle while watching you struggle to get the hair out of your mouth and eyes.
“Mommy can’t see.” She said with a wide smile.
Billy rushed from behind his desk to help you and to make fun of you at the same time. He pushed your hat away from your eyes to see them better and said, “Is it windy out there or somethin’?”
He bit down on his lower lip to try and keep from laughing.
“Well aren’t you soooooo funny, Mr. Russo. Keep it up and I’ll send your Christmas presents back.” You replied with narrowed eyes.
Billy cupped your cheeks, gazed down at you with his endless brown eyes, and smiled his million-dollar smile at you. That smile always made you feel better.
“My little firecracker.” He said as he gently pressed his lips to yours. “Ok, I’m sorry. You don’t have to use fightin’ words.”
You instantly felt warmer as the heat rushed to your cheeks and warmth spread across your chest. Billy’s slender fingers brushed down the side of your neck as he kissed your cheeks and your forehead.
Anna was turned around in her stroller watching the two of you as you kissed and caught you both off guard when she asked, “Daddy, what does Mommy taste like?”
Nothing like a toddler to ruin the moment but you couldn’t help but burst out laughing.
Billy crouched down to unbuckle Anna from the stroller.
“Mommy tastes sweet like candy, little miss. And you know how much Daddy loves candy.” He said with a smile, staring into her eyes that were just like his then glancing up at you to give you a wink.
You bit down on your thumb as a smile stretched across your lips and you could feel yourself blushing.
“BILLY!!” You playfully scolded him.
He chuckled. “Oh she doesn’t know what it means, sweet girl.”
A deep voice boomed from the back of the room. “She may not know but the rest of us do, Bill.”
It was Frank.
“Now stop poisoning my goddaughter’s ears with your filth…Come here, sweetheart.” He said sarcastically with his arms outstretched.
Little Raven jumped out of her stroller and ran right to Big Raven who scooped her up and started to playfully bite her neck.
Anna let out a loud belly laugh.
“What’s Santa gonna bring you, little Raven?” Frank asked her.
Billy held you close to his chest, kissed the top of your head and said, “Go ahead, baby girl. Tell Uncle Frankie what you told Santa you’d like for Christmas.”
Anna smiled and eagerly said, “A JEEP!!!”
Billy told Frank all about Anna’s first encounter with Santa. She was nearly four and wanted to see how she would react seeing Santa for the first time. She had no fear…didn’t even turn around to look at you or Billy but went right up to him and told him she wanted a Jeep for Christmas.
For the past couple of months, Anna had been fascinated by Jeeps. She had seen a picture of Billy sitting in one from his time in the Marines and since then, she has not stop talking about it.
As Anna made her daily rounds to gather her snacks and stickers, Billy asked Frank if he wanted to help him put her Jeep together after Anna goes to bed on Christmas Eve.
The Castle family was coming over for dinner tomorrow night and you were looking forward to seeing Maria and the kids plus there was always a possibility of a show when Billy and Frank worked on anything together.
“A Jeep?!! Well, have you been a good girl this year?” Frank asked, picking her up again.
Anna nodded. “Yes I have Uncle Frankie.”
Billy loved to joke with Anna all the time, you did too but he did it pretty often and you accepted the fact that you were probably raising a sarcastic asshole but at least she would be a polite one and you didn’t doubt she would be able to take care of herself as she got older.
“You sure about that, little miss? Mommy said you didn’t eat all your vegetables last night.” Billy joked.
You cracked a smile and playfully slapped Billy on the shoulder. “Don’t tease her, Billy.” You turned your attention to Frank. “So, we’ll see you guys tomorrow night, right?”
“We’ll be there.” Said Frank.
“Great, see you tomorrow…” You turned back to Billy, wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him close for a kiss. “And I’ll see you later, handsome.”
“Does Mommy still taste like candy, Daddy?” Anna said with a wide smile.
Billy smiled warmly looking down at you and kissed you again. “Every time, baby girl. Every…time.”
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Flurries of snow floated down past the window in back of the Christmas tree. You couldn’t remember the last time it actually snowed on Christmas Eve.
Frank and Billy were just about finished with cleaning up dinner, each of them with a dish towel draped over their shoulders, and bickering with each other about where things go while you and Maria finished playing a game of chess.
Frank Jr. and Lisa played with Anna all night, they really did treat her like a little sister, and it was so cute to watch.
Maria wanted to give Anna her bath. It was a big help and she loved doing it because she sometimes missed having little ones around. Anna ran out of her room wearing her new Christmas pajamas and Maria chased after her.
You made sure to remind Anna to put out milk and cookies for Santa and carrots for the reindeer.
“Can I have one of those cookies?” Asked Billy.
Anna giggled. “No Daddy, they’re for Santa!” She exclaimed.
“Ok baby girl, time for bed. Now you gotta go to sleep otherwise Santa won’t come, so say goodnight to Lisa and Junior…” Anna gave them hugs and kisses. “And say goodnight to Auntie Maria and Big Raven.”
“Goodnight little Raven…you get some good sleep, yeah?” Frank said.
“Ok Uncle Frankie.” Said Anna.
You put Anna to bed, put out coffee and desserts and you and Maria waited for the show to start. Billy brought out the Jeep box, his tools, and he and Frank went to work while you and Maria sat back and watched.
Billy has always been very organized, everything has its place, his studio is always neat and clean so it didn’t surprise you when he removed everything from the box and started to group certain pieces together and separate all of the hardware.
But whatever Billy took out of the box, Frank picked up and tried to start fitting pieces together, he just wasn’t AS neat and organized as Billy was…it made you and Maria laugh all the same though. Even Junior and Lisa were laughing at their dad and uncle.
A few days prior, you mentioned to Maria that Billy was going to ask Frank to help him put the Jeep together for Anna. He thought it would be a fun project for the two of them to do together but you decided, behind their backs, to make a little bit of a drinking game out of it.
With the exception of Frank, no one knew Billy better than you did and no one knew Frank better than Maria.
You both knew how they operated, their mannerisms, their sayings, and just how they were when they interacted with each other so you traded sayings back and forth that you knew they would use on each other and every time they said one, the two of you would take a sip of your wine.
“That’s not where that goes, Frankie.” Said Billy.
Sip
“What are you talkin’ about?! Of course that’s where it goes.” Frank bellowed.
Sip
“Just hand me that piece over there, please! No, not that one…the one next to it!” Billy said, getting frustrated. “Oh we both know that you can’t put a sticker on straight to save your life, I’m doing that.”
Sip
“You tightened that, yeah? Show me…” Frank said.
Sip
“You two are enjoying this, aren’t ya.” Billy said with a furrowed brow and narrowed eyes.
Sip
You turned to Maria and asked with a smile. “More wine?”
Maria giggled with Frank glaring at her and shaking his head back and forth. You just smiled at Billy, only mocking him a little bit, “I love you!”
Billy tapped Frank on the shoulder, “I think you’re gonna hafta carry Maria outta here.” He said, his slight New York accent peeking through.
Lisa and Junior fell asleep on the couch while watching Christmas Vacation, two empty bottles of wine were resting on the coffee table next to small plates of half eaten cookies, and discarded wrapping paper from the kid’s gifts. It had been such a fun night with really good friends.
“Looks like you two are almost done…Anna’s gonna love that.” You said.
You watched as Anna’s father and godfather put the finishing touches on her Jeep, Billy took the stickers away from Frank, and made sure to charge the battery so it would be ready to go tomorrow morning. When you looked at the clock, it was a few minutes before midnight. It will be Christmas soon.
“There’s two celebratory beers waiting for you two in the fridge when you’re all done.” You said with a warm smile.
“Yeah? You sure you didn’t drink those too?” Frank joked.
Maria quipped back, “I make no promises.”
Billy was such a perfectionist. He knew his little girl would be riding around in it and even though it didn’t go really fast, he still made sure it was as safe as possible by double checking everything.
“Looks ready to go.” Said Billy.
Finally, Frank added a large red bow to the hood and an oversized gift tag that said “From Santa” and you handed Billy and Frank their celebratory drinks.
“Cheers, Frankie.”
“We did it, Bill.” Frank said, clinking the bottles together.
The clock said 12:05.
“So close, you ALMOST finished before Christmas morning.” You said.
Billy pulled you into his chest and kissed the top of your head. “Hey as long as we finished before the little miss wakes up, I call that a win.”
“Damn right.” Said Frank.
“Merry Christmas, sweet girl.” Billy said gazing down at you with his beautiful onyx colored eyes…Anna had the same color eyes.
He cupped your cheeks and smiled just before touching his lips to yours, you felt butterflies in your stomach as if it was the first time he was kissing you, and never failed to show you how deep his love was for you in that kiss. His kiss was always meant to be yours.
“Merry Christmas, handsome. I love you. And Merry Christmas, Castle Family! Wake up kids!Your dad and uncle Billy finished the Jeep.” You said, trying to keep your voice low so as to not wake up Anna.
“Looks good, Dad.” Said Lisa.
“Thank you, sweetheart. Your uncle helped too.” Joked Frank.
Billy couldn’t help but let out a little laugh.
After cleaning up all of the cardboard, Maria and Frank gathered their gifts and the gifts you and Billy gave the kids, and after a handful of goodbyes and thank you’s, they headed for home. Maria reminded you to take a video of little Raven’s reaction to her new wheels.
As soon as you closed the door, Billy’s lips collided with yours, his hands migrating from your cheeks down your neck to the buttons on your shirt as he parted your lips with his tongue. The man was still crazy about you after all this time and you were still head over heels in love with him.
“I’ve been wanting to do this all night, baby.” He whispered in your ear.
Your mouth split into a smile against his lips as he continued to kiss you, the scent of green soap still clung to him from working at the studio earlier in the day and you could taste the citrus from the beer on his lips.
His body heat was warm against your chest, the kisses he placed up and down your neck made your core flutter and turned you on. You wanted to have him right now.
As soon as you started to pull his shirt from his jeans, you realized you still had to put out the rest of Anna’s gifts. Breathing heavily, you pulled away from him even though it killed you to do so, it had been a little while since you and Billy had any alone time together. The holiday season had been a busy one.
“Billy…Billy…wait…” You purred into his ear.
You watched your hand rise up and down on his chest as he panted, trying to catch his breath.
“W-what is it, beautiful? I thought we were…uh, ya know.” He smiled and winked at you.
It was so hard to resist him when he looked at you like that, the desire he had in his eyes, and the way he touched you…he knew what he was doing and how hard it was to say no to him but you resisted.
You snaked your arms around his neck and pulled his face toward yours until your foreheads were touching.
“I’m so sorry, my love…we still have to put out the rest of Anna’s presents and fill her stocking.If we continue what we’re doing, you know that’s not happening so we really have to do that first.” You said, disappointingly.
Billy kissed you on the forehead again, he always did that to comfort you or to help you relax.
He knew this month had been draining on you both, trying to get everything done while trying to work and take care of a little one.
“Ok sweet girl, let’s get this done.” He said as he gave you a quick kiss on the lips.
You started to walk toward your bedroom.
“I’ll get the rest of the gifts from the closet…you eat the cookies and write her a note ‘from Santa.’” You said, pointing at the cookies resting on the little end table.
“Why do I have to eat the cookies?” Asked Billy with a sly smile.
You narrowed your eyes at him. “Oh please, you’ve been eyeing those cookies all night, Billy Russo. And I know all about how much you love sweet things.” You said with a wink.
“Well for the record, my love…I’d rather be eating you for dessert.” The corners of his mouth curled up into a wicked smile while he raised his eyebrows at you.
Feeling yourself starting to blush, you scolded him in a lighthearted tone. “Get to work, lieutenant.”
“Yes ma’am.” Billy replied.
Your second wind came at a perfect time, you managed to finish everything you needed to before going to bed and you relieved some of each other’s stress when you were in bed. Instead of rushing, like it had been with the two of you lately, Billy took his time with you.
He probably kissed every inch of your body, exploring it like he had when you first got together, telling you over and over how much he loved you and how you were the sweetest thing he’s ever tasted.
You probably had the most restful sleep you’ve had in the past three weeks that night, the bristles of Billy’s beard brushing against your bare shoulder as you drifted off to sleep, excited to see the look on your little girl’s face when she sees her new Jeep, and excited to give Billy his gifts too.
Little did you know, Billy had a special gift for you also that he could not wait to give you.
Christmas Morning
One thing that Anna Raven did NOT have in common with her father was being light on her feet. You had converted her crib into a daybed so she could climb in and out by herself which also meant she could rush down the hallway and burst into your bedroom whenever she wanted to.
And now that you were a mom, you were tuned in to when she got in and out of bed so when you heard her little feet hit the floor, you made sure you were covered.
You had fallen asleep rather quickly after last night’s after hour’s activities, Billy had also so he was still asleep when you heard the pitter patter of her tiny feet scurrying down the hall.
Although you were used to getting up early since becoming a mom, waking up early on a morning when you didn’t have to was difficult but waking up this morning was exciting. You couldn’t wait to give your husband and your daughter a nice Christmas.
The bedroom door knob turned and little Raven practically fell through the door, she was so excited. “Mommy!! It’s Christmas! Wake up, Daddy!”
Watching her smile almost brought tears to your eyes. “Merry Christmas, baby!”
Billy must have been sleeping hard, which usually doesn’t happen, because he sat bolt upright in bed.
“What?! What happened?!” He exclaimed and his head hit the pillow again as he fell backwards.
Anna grabbed your hand. “Come on, Mommy!” She said, trying to pull you out of bed.
“Ok, ok Anna…we’re up. Can you go wait out in the hallway for one minute, please? Then we’ll go see if Santa came.” You said, in the middle of a yawn.
Anna was jumping up and down, she was so excited. “Hurry, Mommy!”
She ran out into the hallway and closed the door behind her.
“Come on, stud…let’s go.” You leaned over and kissed him on the lips.
Billy’s eyes were still closed but a smile stretched across his lips. “Gimme one more kiss, sweet girl…please?” He pleaded.
Slowly, Billy opened his eyes, brushed a stray hair away from your eyes as you inched your face closer to his and smiled warmly before you gently pressed your lips to his once again.
“I love you so much, Billy…Merry Christmas, my love.” You whispered against his mouth.
“Merry Christmas, my little firecracker. I love you too…more than anything.” He replied.
You could hear muffled sounds coming from the bottom of the door as Anna’s little fingers darted into the room from underneath the door. “Puhleeeeease come out, Mommy!”
After quickly throwing on some lounge clothes, you told Anna to back away from the door so you could open it.
“Let’s go! We have to check your cookies too, little miss.” Billy said.
You and Billy quickly followed Anna to the living room. The Jeep looked even better in the natural light and Anna noticed it right away.
She let out a high pitched squeal and ran over to it. “Is this my Jeep, Daddy?!” She asked full of excitement.
“Well, let’s look at the tag…It says ‘To Anna…From Santa…’ It looks like it is, little Raven.” He said. “That’s what you wanted, right?”
Anna climbed into the driver’s side and put her hands on the steering wheel. She had pure joy all over her face and it made this moment better than you could have ever hoped for.
“YES!! It’s like the one you were sitting in, Daddy!” She said excitedly.
“That’s why she wanted a Jeep? I thought she just saw one while you were out one day, I didn’t know…” Billy said to you with a slight hitch in his voice, his shoulders dropped and he inhaled sharply.
You closed the gap between the two of you, gazing at his wild brown hair, his beautiful obsidian colored eyes and you leaned in to softly press your lips to his.
“Our little girl loves her Daddy.” You whispered against his mouth as he looked over at Anna and then brought his gaze back to you.
Billy wrapped his long slender fingers around the back of your neck and pulled you even closer until his lips crashed onto yours. His kisses always made you feel so loved and cherished, more than anyone ever has and no one else will ever have your heart.
Although it was a little difficult, Anna wanted to drive her Jeep around the apartment and after she did that, you let her take it for a drive outside the apartment in the hallway. She was having such a good time while you took photos and a few videos to send to Maria and Frank which they thoroughly enjoyed.
It was challenging not to go crazy buying gifts for her because she was so much fun to shop for but you didn’t want to spoil her too much. Her Jeep was her big present though and she received a few other new toys, books, and clothes.
Christmas morning had been so relaxing so far. Watching Anna open her gifts, playing with her toys and the three of you having breakfast together pushed the stress you felt all month further away, just as lying in Billy’s arms last night had done wonders for you too.
You loved your little family so much.
Sipping your coffee on the couch, you noticed Billy whispering in Anna’s ear. What was he up to? He gave you your presents already and you gave him his, though he could be sneaky when he wanted to be.
You smiled nervously as little Raven wandered over holding something behind her back and had a smile stretched across her face from ear to ear.
She stopped in front of you as you leaned down so you were eye level with her. From behind her back, she pulled out a small black velvet box.
“Merry Christmas, Mommy. It’s from Daddy.” She said leaning in for a kiss on the lips. You gave her a quick kiss and she said, “She does taste like candy, Daddy!” She was just tasting the peppermint mocha coffee creamer but you weren’t going to say anything.
“What is this?” You asked. “I thought we opened all of our presents?”
Billy's lips curled up into his perfect smile. “Well you have one more, sweet girl. It’s something I’ve been meaning to give you for a long time even though you said you didn’t need one.”
You still didn’t know what it could be so with slightly trembling fingers, you opened the box and inside was a beautiful diamond ring, an engagement ring.
When Billy asked you to marry him, he didn’t have a ring to give you and on your wedding day the two of you exchanged wedding bands but he promised when he had the money, he would buy you the ring of your dreams. You told him that you had a wedding band and didn’t need an engagement ring but that wasn’t good enough for him.
And now the two of you were both making more money, living comfortably, and providing for each other along with providing for little Raven. He could finally keep his promise and buy you the ring you’ve always wanted.
It was an oval solitaire with smaller diamonds all around the band which matched your wedding ring. You were left speechless, it was so unexpected and it brought tears to your eyes. He didn’t have to do this.
“Billy…you…really…” You said, swiping the tear away from your cheek. “It’s so beautiful, you really didn’t have to do this, baby.”
He stood up, his long legs took him right to you and sat down next to you on the couch. The mid-morning sun bounced off the top of the diamond and it sparkled against the ceiling as he took it out of the box and held it between his fingers. Billy doesn’t normally get nervous but his fingers were shaking slightly as his eyes darted from the ring to your eyes.
“Yes I did.” He replied. “What do ya say, baby? Can I still be your husband?”
A tear streaked down your cheek, both Billy and
Anna were smiling the exact same smile at you as you answered him.
“Of course you can, handsome.”
You almost didn’t finish getting the words out when his lips collided with yours, he slid the ring down your finger so it rested against your wedding ring.
They looked beautiful together.
Your thumbs brushed against Billy’s beard as he drew you in close again, he always kept you as close as possible and suddenly you were in his lap, his hands brushing the soft fabric of your t-shirt and migrating under the t-shirt to touch the supple skin of your lower back.
The two of you almost forgot Anna was there when she chimed in.
“Mommy, I already know what I’m gonna ask Santa for next Christmas.” She said with conviction.
Billy kissed your forehead. You looked at each other as if to silently say “Well this should be good. I can’t wait to hear this.”
“Oh really? Ok, so what are you gonna ask Santa for next year, Anna?” You asked her, taking a sip of your coffee.
She bit down on her lower lip, jumped, clapped her hands together and said, “Do you think he could bring me a sister?”
It took a minute before you could recover from the coughing fit after choking a little on your coffee.
“Y-you want a sister for Christmas next year, little miss?” Billy asked.
Anna looked at you and Billy with her beautiful brown eyes and replied, “Uncle Frankie said I should ask Santa for a sister next year.”
She was so innocent and you couldn’t help but crack a smile.
“I’m gonna kill him.” Billy said, also cracking a smile.
You laced your fingers with his, kissed him on the cheek, turned to Anna and said,
“Well baby girl, it can’t hurt to ask.”
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Jealousy
After falling into bed, neither you or Billy are sure where you stand
Miserable. There was no other word for it. What made it worse was that you couldn't talk to the one person you always turned to because he was the reason for the misery.
You were laid across Karen's couch, watching her pace the floor as she talked to someone from the bulletin. They were stressing about the evening edition and Ellison was out for a couples days due to his daughter's wedding. You were glad she had seniority meaning you could just watch her bitch at the interns and not have to intervene.
You turned until your feet was over the back of the couch and your hair was touching the floor. If nothing else you managed to pull a smile to her face when she saw your current position. She made a few more loops before hanging up. She cocked her head to the side staring at you "Honey? Something wrong?"
You shook your head. How the hell were you supposed to tell her that the previous week you'd spent Friday night and most of Saturday in Billy's bed? The first night could've been blamed on the alcohol but when the two of you woke up the next morning you weren't sure what the excuse could be for the other two rounds you went for in the bed or the one in the shower or the one on his couch.
She studied you for a moment "Bullshit. Spill" she crossed her arms and you grinned slightly "uh oh. I've instigated Miss Page" she shook her head and motioned with her fingers for you to turn the correct way on the couch. You turned slowly, steadying yourself before patting the cushion next to you "I want to tell you but you and Frank have one of them annoyingly close and trusted relationships where you don't hide anything from each other"
She sat down and you saw the tiny crease between her eyes which meant she was trying to figure out the meaning behind your words "Did something happen while we were gone last weekend?:" you groaned before burying your face in your hands. Maybe if you weren't looking at her it wouldn't be as bad? "I slept with Billy" you mumbled.
After silence overtook you both you weren't sure she'd heard you. The moment you pulled your hands down you knew she had because she was staring at you open mouthed "What?" You let out a long sigh "I had sex with Billy, a few times actually over the course of Friday night leading into Saturday afternoon"
She looked nearly comical the way she opened and shut her mouth a few times before finally asking "Well was it good?" "Karen!" You scolded and she cracked up laughing "What am I supposed to say here? I mean are you two like together now?"
You shrugged "I don't know. I mean we've talked since then but not about what happened.Billy has always been flirty with me and he's big on physical touch so I have no fucking clue where I stand because I mean he's Billy. He's my friend and means a lot to me but I know he's not the settle down one woman type. I don't want to bring up the elephant in the room just to get shut out you know?" She nodded slowly, a sigh escaping her. "Christ I'm glad Frank had to work late. My poker face is shit if I don't have forewarning"
You laughed lightly "Also explains why I've been avoiding direct conversation with Frank. He can see right through my bullshit" she nodded again "True. I mean, we're all going out tomorrow night for Foggy and Marci's anniversary. You'll have moral support. I think Curt has a date but everyone else will be there even Claire and Jess are coming. Test the waters maybe?"
You slouched down further on the couch, nearly hitting the floor "What if I just hide under your bed and refuse to come out?" She laughed "Well I mean you could but do you really want to be under and listen when.." "No!" You cut her off mid sentence sliding on down to the floor "Fine. I'll go but I'm sticking close to you and Frank so no funny business until I head home got it?" She nodded, biting her lip to keep from laughing at your distress "Yes ma'am"
Frank walked into the bar with one arm around Karen who was holding your hand. You knew you shouldn't be feeling like this. It was Billy. You'd known each other for so long, a part of you wasn't surprised that you fell into bed. The attraction had long since been there you just never meant to actually give in to it.
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A part of you wanted to just hide behind Frank all night but he'd know something was up if you didn't socialize at least a bit. As much as you didn't want to face an awkward conversation with Billy, one with Frank seemed even worse somehow.
The moment you walked into the door the music hit your ears. It was a song you loved, that calmed your nerves slightly. Frank stopped before turning to you and Karen "You two want your usuals?" You nodded so he kissed Karen's cheek before heading to the bar. Karen pulled you closer to her, wrapping an arm around your shoulders "Breathe. It'll be fun. All our friends are here. It's gonna be a good evening"
You looked around and spotted Foggy dancing with Marci. They both waved when they saw the two of you. You heard your name being called and saw Jessica and Trish heading their way towards you and Karen. You smiled seeing the two of them, Jessica was a little rough around the edges but you'd known her for some time. "Hey Jess! Hey Trish!" You greeted.
"Good to see you Y/N, you too Karen" Trish greeted as Jessica pulled you into a one armed hug. She glanced around once she released you "Where's Castle? I know him and Russo are around here somewhere" Frank walked back up about that time "Dunno where Bill is but how ya been Jess?" The two of then started talking so Trish grabbed your arm "Care for a dance?" You laughed cutting your eyes at Karen "I'll be back and don't worry you're still my favorite blonde"
Karen's laughter trickled to your ears as Trish pulled you onto the dance floor.
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After about half an hour you figured Billy just wasn't coming. He'd yet to show up so you had relaxed into the evening, even venturing away from Karen and Frank a few times. You were waiting at the bar for another drink when you had that hope squashed. You felt someone step up next to you, a hand brushing against your lower back and spun to tell whoever it was to give you some breathing room. Instead of some random drunk though Billy was leaning on the bar with a grin spread across his face "Easy there Y/N"
You let out a breath because even though you hadn't looked forward to facing him the thought of some overly enthusiastic drunk asshole made your head hurt. "Hey Billy" you greeted with a small smile. He looked good as always, black jeans and a dark green sweater. His eyes bore into you slightly and you had to resist the urge to fidget in your seat from the weight of his stare.
When the bartender came over with your drink Billy reached over your head before you could pay to hand him a twenty. "Rest of her drinks go on my tab" you raised an eyebrow at the bartender "No they don't. Keep that twenty as a tip" then passed over the amount for the drink in your hand.
The bartender looked a mixture of amused and not wanting to get into whatever you and Billy had going on. He passed Billy a beer then walked off. "So I can't pay for your drinks?" "I've never asked for you to pay my way Billy. I have a decent job, might not be a ceo who wears custom made suits on the daily but I get by well enough" he chuckled lightly "You have always been so damn independent. It doesn't hurt to let someone help ya"
You shook your head, staring up at him as you said "If someone is harassing me hell yeah I'll ring for help, my car break down and it's more than I have at hand I will call but Billy I can buy my own drinks" he smiled broadly "Ok darling. At least you've agreed to let me help with anything big"
You pushed away from the bar and felt him follow you. Billy's presence was something you couldn't very well ignore even if you wanted to.
When you got closer to the table you'd been sitting at with Karen and Frank she cut her eyes up and you knew the moment she spotted Billy behind you because they got wider. You slid onto the chair next to her so Billy took up residence in the chair on your right. "Damn Bill. Didn't think you were gonna make it"
You turned towards Karen begging for conversation when Billy said "That meeting with Samantha Milton ran longer than I thought" Frank made a noise which was a mixture of a scoff and a laugh. You knew what that meant. Samantha was gorgeous and eyeing Billy, probably vice versa as well. "Yeah I bet it did"
You felt your entire body stiffen when Billy's leg bumped against yours and prayed he didn't notice. He reached his left hand out to rest on your knee but you moved away quickly, nearly knocking into Karen.
"Y/N you good?" Frank asked and you smiled "Yeah. I um I gotta use the bathroom. Karen wanna come with me?" She smiled at Frank "We'll be right back" she grabbed your arm and the two of you slipped away into the crowd. God you were an idiot. Why did you think it would change anything? Yeah the sex was amazing but it was just sex, that much was now blazingly apparent.
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"So what's the play?" Karen asked after clearing the bathroom to ensure it was in fact just the two of you. You stared at her blankly "What play Kare?"
She motioned towards the door "Billy and the Milton chic?" You smiled despite everything. Karen was a one in a million friend, willing to go to bat even when you weren't. You shook your head "There's no play Kare. Me and him had a drunk night that washed over into the next day. I shouldn't let it effect years of friendship and I'm not going to so please just act like you know nothing? For my sake, for Frank's sake"
She rolled her eyes but nodded "Fine but I'm accidently kicking him at least once tonight" you laughed and grabbed her hand to head back out "I'd expect nothing less"
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By the time the two of you made it back to the table Frank was talking on the phone while Billy was peeling the label off his beer looking borderline annoyed. "Something wrong?" You asked once you were sat back down next to him.
He cut his eyes at you "Could ask you the same" "I'm good" you replied and held his gaze. He nodded slowly "Good" Frank hung up then looked at Karen "How long you wanna stay out?" She shrugged "It's Friday night. None of us have to work tomorrow" he grinned "Good. Remember Rumlow?"
Your eyes shot up at the name. Brock Rumlow. He was a couple years older than Frank and former army rangers. He'd gone into working for shield and last you heard worked close with Darcy Lewis and Jane Foster. He was pretty chill and not bad to look at either. "Brock’s in town?" You asked and he nodded "Should be here in a few minutes" "Awesome. Glad I decided to come out tonight then"
You missed the look that passed between Billy and Frank and the way that Billy's jaw clenched at your words. So you had been on the fence about coming out, even though it was originally for Marci and Foggy. Now you were excited to see Rumlow of all people?
He was sitting right next to you, within arm's reach. If you wanted anything all you had to do was ask. He thought after the hours you'd spent together the previous weekend that it was a step towards him and you being more than friends. He'd done everything in his power to show you how good he could make you feel, how much he wanted you. He could still feel your nails biting into his back, hear the way you moaned his name. What the hell had he done wrong?
Maybe you'd gotten the wrong idea, thought it was just sex. Maybe you didn't want him the way he wanted you? Shit though, every day he had women and some days men throwing themselves at him. He was a good lucking guy, damn good job and thought he treated you well. He was also your friend, he knew you in every way. Why the fuck were you excited to see Rumlow?
You spotted Brock the moment he walked in. He was about Frank's build, black hair he always wore short but not cropped. The thing that always got you was the fact that much like Frank and Billy, Brock had this aura about him that any creep within fifty feet would immediately back off their mark. You could sense the fact that all three men were dangerous, had done unspeakable things and would do so again to protect someone they deemed worth of it.
Frank let out a loud whistle and Brock grinned when he spotted all of you. "Castle! How the hell are ya?" The two of them greeted each other with that one armed hug men do. "Can't complain man" Frank replied with a laugh as Brock drug another chair over to the table, sitting between you and Karen. "How's it going Russo?" He asked Billy who gave a sharp nod "Like Frankie said man, can't complain"
Brock nodded then looked between you and Karen "You two are gorgeous as always" you and her both smiled. "Nice to see you too Brock" she replied and you added "Yeah its been a while. I wanna hear about Darcy and Jane!"
The two of you went into a conversation, dragging Karen in as well. Out the corner of your eye you saw Frank cut his eyes at Billy "Let's grab another round" "Yeah I don't know how much longer I'm staying out" Billy replied but stood to follow Frank nonetheless.
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Brock watched them walk away then looked back towards you "Something up with Russo? Last time I saw him like that my unit was passing his and Frank's overseas" you shrugged one shoulder as Karen leaned up to look around Brock at you "Couldn't even imagine what's wrong with Billy"
Brock looked from Karen to you "Did I miss something?" You shook your head "Don't worry about it Brock, now tell me more about Darcy"
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Billy followed Frank back to the table carrying his drink and yours. He could feel his jaw clench harder when he heard your laughter then got closer to see your head laid over on Brock’s arm as you both laughed.
"What's so funny?" He asked sitting down next to you. You glanced towards him and shrugged "Brock was telling us something about one of the women he works with" Brock was watching you while you talked to Billy and christ a part of him wanted to ask just what the hell Brock was looking at.
What was wrong with him? Rumlow was a decent enough guy. He'd known him for years, why the hell was he getting under his skin so much tonight?
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The answer hit him like a brick when a song started playing that he knew you and Karen both loved. Karen's eyes lit up "Frank wanna dance?" The two of them headed for the dance floor.
You sat there for a moment, clearly considering your next option before turning to Brock "I only see you like every six months or so, wanna push me round the dance floor one time?" He nodded "Would be my pleasure doll"
He watched the two of you head to the dance floor and silently fumed. The idea of Brock’s hands on your body was infuriating. Images of you under him flashed through his head, the way your skin tasted on his lips. Christ the way you'd felt.
When the images changed to you under Brock, clinging to him, moaning his name Billy damn near broke the glass in his hand. His eyes flew up to the dance floor and when he spotted you with your body that close to Brock’s he was on his feet without another thought. Fuck this, fuck things left unsaid. If he was going to lose any chance with you tonight, it wouldn't be because he went down without a fight.
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"You gonna tell me what's really going on with you and Bill?" Brock asked after a moment. You shrugged looking up at him "I can't tell you"
"Why not?" He asked with a smirk, leaning down a little closer to the point that if anyone just glanced it probably looked like a kiss had been shared. "Promise not to tell" he whispered. You laughed before burying your face into the crook of his neck "We slept together"
"What's that?" He asked so you leaned back to look up at him "We've been dancing around each other then Frank and Karen were gone and we were alone" he laughed and you weren't sure if it was how you worded things or the look you were sure you had on your face "So that's why he's plotted my murder four times?"
You shook your head "It's not like that Brock" he looked over your head and chuckled "Sure about that?" You were about to ask what he'd meant when you heard Billy's voice "Anyway I can cut in? I wanna talk to Y/N"
Your eyes widened when Brock’s reply was "Up to her man. She asked me to dance" you could practically feel Billy bristle up. Any time he got angry enough to fight he was like a tightly coiled spring, like a damn animal ready to pounce. You winked at Brock "Yeah, fine by me" he nodded then leaned down to press a kiss to your cheek before saying "In that case I'm gonna go find Nelson and his girl"
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You turned back to Billy and christ his eyes were pitch black. Oh he was angry. "You wanted to dance?" You asked innocently. He reached one hand out to pull you flush against his body "Can we walk outside and talk instead, Doll" the edge he put to the word doll was sharp enough you could feel a shiver run up your spine.
You looked around to see that Frank was looking over at the two of you. "Frank's watching Billy" his eyes never left yours when he said "I don't care" you pushed back from him "I do. You're not gonna ignore me for the most part then act possessive"
A groan left him "Y/N, sweetheart I have never been rough with you but this is one time if you won't stop being a stubborn ass I very well may throw you over my damn shoulder and walk out this bar, Frank be damned" you raised an eyebrow at the threat. Part of you wanted to call his bluff, the other was afraid if Frank got the wrong idea. "Fine. I'll go outside and talk to you"
His hand went to your lower back "C'mon then" you snatched away from him "I'm grabbing my jacket and telling Frank and Karen some excuse" He cut his eyes at you but nodded.
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Frank was watching you hard when you walked back over "Everything good?" You nodded, forcing a smile "This place is kinda packed. I need some fresh air so Billy offered to walk me outside"
Frank nodded, looking at Billy before saying "You got her?" Billy nodded "Yeah man. Always" you smiled when Billy offered you his arm in front of Frank so you took it, holding onto it until you were outside.
You snatched away from Billy the moment you were outside "Talk" he scoffed when you walked a few feet away from him. "What are you doing with Rumlow?" He knew you better than he knew himself which meant he knew exactly what button to push to make you just pissed enough that truth would come slipping out your lips.
"The hell you mean?" You asked and he smirked "Oh Brock’s coming. Oh dance with me Brock. You sound like a damn high-school kid at your first dance" you crossed your arms, glaring at him "Fuck you Billy"
He laughed at that, quickly covering the space between you. He left just enough room to not be completely crowding your space "Fuck me huh? Didn't you already do that?"
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How dare he be so damn cocky? How dare he know you well enough to know what would get under your skin? "Damn you" you shoved his chest when you spoke "You have side stepped for a week! You wouldn't fucking talk about it! You acted like it didn't happen! If it was just sex you could've told me Billy"
His smirk just got deeper with every word you spoke and every time you shoved against him "Are you done?:" he asked when you stopped talking. You glared up at him. He was do damn close and fuck he smelled good.
One of his hands came up to catch your face and fuck it all you nearly lost all composure then and there at the memories of his hands on your body. "Wanna know what I think?" He asked holding your face in place. "What?" He smiled before surging forward, catching your lips with his own.
His other hand went to your hip and pulled you against his body. You almost whimpered against his lips when he walked you backwards until your back brushed the wall of the bar. He pulled back just enough that you both got a breath of air before attacking your lips again.
You got your senses enough to push his chest. One movement was all it took for him to pause in his actions "What is this Billy? Between us?" He raised an eyebrow trying to catch your lips again and when you wouldn't let him he dropped his forehead to your neck "Tell me you haven't thought about us. Tell me you don't want us" one of his hands moved from your hip, down your thigh to slide under the skirt you were wearing. Your breath caught in your throat at the feelings of his fingers digging into the soft flesh.
"What about Samantha Milton?" You managed to breathe out, feeling his smile against your skin. The hand on your thigh slid up further and when his fingers grazed over your clothed center it took every ounce of will power you'd ever had to not crumple then and there. He caught your lips in a bruising kiss before a smirk slipped onto his face "You're jealous"
He let his hand return to your hip, giving you a chance to think more clearly "and you're not jealous over Brock?" You saw his jaw clench and couldn't fight the urge to make him admit it "Maybe I should go back in there to him" his grip tightened on your hips "I wonder what his tongue would feel like, how his hands on my body would feel"
He leaned down to be face to face "I don't fuckin want Milton. I want you and I know for a fact Brock ain't takin you from me without one of us getting our ass beat tonight. So either tell me here and now you don't want me and I'll go knock that smirk off his face or tell you want me and I'll take you home with me and see just how many times I can get you to scream my name. Hell ill fuck you here and now so the whole of New York City knows you're my girl"
You swallowed hard at his words whether from the fact that he'd called you his girl or that you were trying to ignore the wave of heat they pushed through you. Your decision was made before you ever spoke "Take me home"
#au billy russo#billy russo x y/n#billy russo au#billy russo x you#billy russo fanfic#billy russo x reader
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Wrecked (Part 1)
Pairing: Alpha Frank Castle x Omega Reader, Alpha Billy Russo x Omega Reader
Trigger Warnings: Discussion of infertility, attempted physical assault
Summary: When Frank Castle found his way to your small town bar, you thought you had finally found your Alpha despite being a "wrecked omega" but when his best friend, Billy Russo, blows through town, your world tilts on its axis. You thought you found your happy ending but was it just more wreckage for your life?
A/N: Thank you to my beta reader, @whisperlullaby
Wrecked Masterlist
You were peeling potatoes when you heard the rumble of Frank’s truck as it pulled up to the cabin. Was it strange you still felt nervous when he came home after all these months? Maybe because you were always waiting for the other shoe to drop. You weren’t an Omega that any “normal” Alpha would want, and you know that your relationship with Frank was born more out of solace and comfort than anything else. Still, you loved him and he seemed to love you. So, you smiled when you heard his gravelly voice call, “Hey babe.”
“Hey. I’m in the kitchen,” you reply.
“Whatcha cookin’?” Frank asks as he sets his lunch box in its spot.
“Just boring old meatloaf and mashed potatoes,” you smile at him over your shoulder.
“Mmm, does that mean I get a meatloaf sandwich in my lunch tomorrow?” Frank sidles up behind you and rests his hands on your hips.
“If you like.”
“I like,” he confirms as he squeezes your hips suggestively. “Do I have time to shower?”
“You have about 30 minutes before it’s ready,” you confirm as you rinse the peeled potatoes.
“Great,” he retreats to your bedroom and you immediately miss his warmth.
You had found each other by accident. He had come to your small town by chance. Many people passed through on their way to bigger towns but he decided to stay. He wandered into your bar, drank alone, talked but didn’t flirt as you tended to him, and ended up breaking up a fight between two alphas quite adeptly. You had been impressed and a little enticed until you noticed the claiming mark on his neck. Fully expecting him to disappear into the night, you were surprised when he showed up again the next night. And the one after that. You had joked that you should hire him as a bouncer and he had laughed but then asked if anyone in town was hiring. Referring him to the two places you knew were looking, you poured him a congratulatory drink when he told you he had landed a spot. You remember back to that time…
Close to the end of the night, you were cutting off a young alpha who took offense. You were used to handling drunks and thought you had defused the situation when he walked away from the bar. A few of his friends ribbed him and the group left just as you announced last call. You shut down, counted out, and sent the rest of your staff home. As the daughter of a prominent alpha and known as a rejected and broken omega, you felt secure in the town. Perhaps that was a bit of your own arrogance. You had just made it to your car when you were slammed against it by a large body and your head was pulled to one side by the grip in your hair.
Alcohol laden breath spoke in your ear, “You need to learn your place, ‘mega.”
“Get off of me!” You yelled, bucking against his hold.
“Don’t worry. I don’t wanna fuck the wrecked omega. I’m just gonna give you the beating your daddy never did. Pathetic, unfuckable thing you are, I’m surprised he let you live. Shoulda- Agh!” The young alpha’s words cut off by his own scream.
You’re pulled roughly to the ground by his grip in your hair but roll away from him quickly and scoot out of his range. He’s holding onto his side and you look up at the tire iron gripped in a strong hand. Following it up, you see Frank and breathe a sigh of relief. Frank is obviously not done yet as he lands another blow to the alpha’s stomach then one across the face.
He stops and leans over his prey, “Is that something like the beating your daddy never gave you? I ever see you here again, I’ll kill you. Understand?”
When no answer comes, Frank raises the tire iron for another swing but the other alpha holds his hands up and wheezes, “Yes!”
“Get the fuck out of here!” Frank yells and watches as the man scrambles off into the darkness. Turning to you, he holds a hand out to help you up, “You okay?”
“Yeah, yeah. Thank you,” you brush yourself off as you speak, trying to appear nonchalant but clearly shaken up.
“You shouldn’t be out here alone,” Frank grouses at you.
“I’m fine. That’s the first time-”
“It only takes one time. You have to be more careful,” Frank interrupts.
“I- I’m fine,” you say again. You drop your keys because your hands are shaking and pick them up only to drop them again.
“Hey,” Frank covers your hands with his.
“I’m fine,” you whisper again, trying to hide the tears that were threatening to fall.
“Hey, look at me,” Frank pulls you around to look at him. His face softens as he sees the unshed tears in your eyes, “You’re not fine. Let me take you home.”
You surrender your keys to him and nod. You tell him what direction to head in and silence stretches between you until you can stand it no longer. “So, Frank, what’s your story?”
“What do you mean?” Frank hedges.
“I mean a lone alpha wandering into town and staying isn’t very common. What brought you here? What made you stay?”
“My truck. A good bar that pours a stiff drink and a job,” Frank replies.
“Okay, then,” you recognize when someone doesn’t want to talk about their past.
“How long have you worked at the bar?” Frank asks.
“I own the bar,” you retort.
“How long have you owned the bar?”
“Since the last owner sold it to me,” you sass.
Frank surprises you by letting a laugh rumble out of his chest and you can’t help the smile that quirks your lips. His scent is suddenly stronger in the small space of your car, not hidden by the scents of the bar. It’s enticing and warm. You feel yourself responding to it and clench your thighs.
“Didn’t seem like that was your first fight. Army?” You guess.
“Marines.”
“Oorah,” you glance over at him and as headlights pass you see the mating mark on his neck again. It’s faded but definitely there. “Where’s your mate?”
Frank’s entire demeanor shifts as if a darkness had covered him entirely. He growls, “Gone.”
“I’m sorry,” you study your hands. Feeling awkward at having obviously brought up a painful subject.
“She and both my pups were killed. Car crash,” he says quietly.
“I’m so sorry. I can’t imagine.”
“Since we’re on sore subjects, why are you a ‘wrecked omega’?” Frank glances over at you.
“Turn left just past the highway sign up ahead,” you point out the sign. “Because I can’t have children. My mate rejected me because of it.”
“Sounds like a jackass,” Frank says.
“He was from another pack. My father wanted me to lie to him but I couldn’t and I understood when he decided to reject me. He was very kind about it but the reason got out. It’s common knowledge that I’m broken. Take the next right and then the third left.”
“Guess that makes two of us,” Frank says reflectively.
“What?”
“Nothing,” Frank shakes his head as he takes the turns.
“Um, you’ll cross over some train tracks and then a bridge. It’ll be the next house on the right,” you explain. He nods but remains silent. You knot your fingers while trying to think of something to say. You’re relieved when you go over the bridge a few minutes later and the front porch light on your cabin shines like a beacon. “That’s it,” you point.
He parks the car, hands you the keys, and walks you to the front steps. You go up and unlock the door. Turning back, you wait for him to follow you inside.
“I’ll, uh, see you tomorrow night,” Frank turns to walk away.
“What are you doing?” You ask, confused.
“I’ll just walk back,” he shrugs.
“It’s over five miles back to town,” you say incredulously.
“I’ll be alright.”
“I’m not letting you walk back to town. Let’s go,” you tilt your head towards the house.
“I-”
“I can’t be alone right now, please,” you say in hopes of convincing him.
“Okay,” he says as he climbs the steps.
You let him in and then lock the door behind you. You take your boots off, hang up your bag, and head to the kitchen as you decide you need a drink. “Would you like something?” You ask as you pour yourself a glass of wine.
“Got anything stronger?”
“I have everything stronger,” you scoff playfully.
“Whiskey?” Frank smirks.
“Ice?”
“Nah.”
You pour him two fingers of the liquor and hand it over. Studying him over the rim of your glass, you wonder what else there was to this stranger. He was good-looking and seemed decent. You hope he is considering you just invited him into your house.
“Got an extra pillow and blanket?” He asks.
“What for?”
“I’ll sleep on the couch.”
You lean over the counter and give him a look, “I told you I didn’t want to be alone tonight.”
Frank leisurely lets his eyes slide down to peak at the cleavage your position was clearly showing off and smirked, “You sure?”
“Yeah, Marine. I mean, if you think you can handle me,” you toss the words over your shoulder as you walk to your bedroom.
“Oorah,” Frank grins as he follows you.
The two of you fell into a routine. He came to the bar for a drink after work, stayed until last call, and you invited him back to your place. After a couple of weeks, you offered him a key saying that working all day and then staying at the bar until close each night had to be exhausting. If he wanted, he could wait for you at the cabin. If he was still awake when you got home, you fucked. If he was asleep, he usually woke you up fucking you the next morning. He was insatiable and you enjoyed it more than you cared to admit. You had never had the sole attention of an alpha for any time outside of your heat (which was a bane seeing as your body still went through it despite your inability to conceive) and the betas you had dated never seemed to stick around long. Even they didn't want the broken omega.
In the time Frank had been with you, he gave every indication of being a good man who wanted a simple life. Despite his seeming contentment, you often wondered why he stayed and when he would decide to go. He knew you could never give him kids and in the times you’d seen him with them, he seemed entirely natural. He would be an amazing father, had been an amazing father you were sure. And it ate at you. Why did he stay? Your fear wouldn’t let you ask because that may hasten his leaving you. You never discussed your relationship. You just lived it everyday and, for the most part, you were happy.
But your heat was coming soon. It would be his second time seeing you through it and it was just another reminder of your brokenness. You would have to bring it up.
Setting dinner on the table, you jump when you feel a hand on your backside, “Oh! How does a man your size move so quietly?”
Frank chuckles, “Maybe cause I’m barefoot.”
You laugh with him as he wiggles his toes. Most see the quiet, stoic side of this man but you’ve been allowed to see the funny and sweet side of him. It’s what made you love him. After you’d both eaten a bit, you broach the subject on your mind.
“There’s something we need to talk about.”
“Uh-oh. What’d I do?”
“It’s not you. It’s me.”
“Heard that before,” Frank’s brow furrows.
“My heat is coming in the next few weeks,” you say nervously.
“Okay…”
“Will you, um, help me through it?”
“Yeah. Why are you asking? Is there someone else you want to help you or something?”
“No! I just didn’t want to assume.”
“You didn’t want to assume that I’d take care of my Omega?” Frank asks, clearly offended.
“You’ve never called me that before,” you say in surprise.
“I’ve called you that plenty,” Frank shrugs.
“You’ve called me ‘mega, occasionally Omega, but you’ve never called me yours. Never ‘my Omega’.”
“Never, huh?”
“No,” you whisper, looking away. Guilt and shame welled in you for even bringing it up.
“What is it you want from me, my Omega?”
You glance up at him. His face is curious but not angry as you feared he would be, “What do you mean?”
“Do you want me to mate you?” Frank asks as he takes another bite of his dinner.
“No!” You say a little too forcefully. Seeing Frank’s brows draw together, you babble, “I don’t expect that from you. I know I’m not what an Alpha wants, since I can’t have kids. I’m not asking you for anything. Just… just to see me through my heat.” You didn’t expect it from him. You didn’t expect any Alpha to mate you. Neither of you had even said I love you. You do love him and you think he feels something for you but you would never tell him. You wouldn’t try to force him into being stuck with you.
“I will. You would be safer if you were mated. With the bar and everything,” Frank says as he forks another bite.
“I know but there aren’t many Alphas or even Betas out there that would take a mate who can’t have kids,” you say a bit exasperated.
“Then I’ll mate you,” Frank says quietly.
Your heart swells and breaks in the same moment, “No, Frank. I know you well enough to know you want children again. I know you want to protect me but I won’t take your future from you.”
“I’m happy here with you. That’s enough for me,” Frank insists.
“Frank-”
“I’m mating you when your heat comes,” Frank interrupts before taking the last bite of his food and getting up to put his plate in the sink, effectively cutting off the conversation. He looks back and gestures to your half eaten plate, “Finish up and I’ll do the dishes.”
“I’m done,” you hand the plate to him and stand awkwardly. You aren’t sure what to say or even what you feel. You try to think of something that will take this feeling away that you’re going to ruin his future and the feeling that you were a settlement rather than a choice. You decide to pour yourself a glass of wine.
“You, uh, remember me telling you about my friend, Billy?” Frank asks as he sloshes water in the sink. You would never understand why he won’t use the dishwasher. One of his idiosyncrasies.
“Russo, right? He owns a security company?” You try to remember the details of the conversation you’d had about the man.
“Yeah, he called me today,” Frank pauses.
“...About something in particular?”
“He’s gonna pass through the area next week and wanted to stop here for a few days. Catch up,” Frank explains.
“Oh, okay. I’ll clean up the guest room for him,” you say.
“I can put him at the motel,” Frank hedges.
“He doesn’t know about me?” You ask, voice hollow.
“He knows. I just don’t want you to feel obligated to put him up,” Frank grouses.
“I’m sorry,” you whisper. Clearing your throat, you say, “Of course, your friend can stay here. Um, is there anything I can make that he likes?”
“Just keep the good whiskey out and he’ll be happy,” Frank smiles.
It lightens your heart and you finally feel able to take a deep breath, “That I can do.”
“Oh, and Bill’s a flirt. Don’t be surprised if he teases you.”
“Noted. You should bring him up to the bar. Cecily’s supposed to be back next week, too,” you smile as you watch Frank make a face. A long-time friend who is quite the social butterfly and ends up at your bar more often than not, had tried to rouse Frank’s interest when he first blew into town but he had ignored her attempts and played off her flirtations. She had been out of town for a while but had recently texted that she would be returning.
“Oh, god, no. Those two would create havoc together,” Frank shakes his head.
You laugh, feeling more relaxed, “Oh, really?”
“Yeah, Bill can be a bit of a troublemaker, too,” Frank confirms.
“Oh, I hope they are here at the same time. I could use some entertainment.”
“Your funeral,” Frank laughs as he shakes his head.
“Do you know when next week?”
“Nope. He’s not great at specifics,” Frank shrugs.
“Well, I’ll have the room and a bottle of whiskey at the ready,” you smile.
Frank smiles back as he dries his hands and prowls towards you.
“What’s that look about, Marine?” You narrow your eyes and move deftly around the couch.
Frank gives a low, gravelly laugh before rumbling out, “Oorah.” He begins to chase after you with a teasing, predatory glint in his eye.
“Frank!” You yell as you round the couch and stay out of his reach.
He wanted a chase and you were more than happy to oblige him. Some feral, primal part of him occasionally took hold and it was thrilling when it did. He stalked you like prey around the living room until you made a break for the back door. You fly through it with him hot on your heels. Running parallel to the creek by your cabin, you make it to the tree line and weave around the trunks. He doesn’t know the woods as well as you but he’s faster. It was only a matter of time before he’d catch up. You stop to listen for a moment but know you can’t stay still long. Hearing nothing, you decide to change directions but your mistake is discovered quickly when his arm wraps around your middle and you’re lifted off your feet momentarily. You laugh and turn in his arms to face him. He kisses you and you use the opportunity to push him while his guard is down. Something you’d never done before. He stumbles over the tree roots and you turn to run again. He catches your ankle and you go down but you manage to kick his hand away and get to your feet. You can hear him half growl, half laugh at this turn of events. You thread your way through the trees again and then skirt the edge of the creek before doubling back towards the house. You were nearly back to the tree line when your momentum was suddenly brought up short and you landed with your back against a tree. Frank’s body pinned you in place as his hands ripped open his fly. He pulls your clothing away with no patience and within seconds has your legs wrapped around him as he enters your body.
The first thrust is pure bliss. You were thoroughly wet from the excitement of the chase and he roared as he took you. He pounded into you, railing you against that tree. You clutched at him, nails raking across his shoulders and body bowed as your orgasm built.
“Alpha, oh fuck!” You cried out as you felt your body spasm around him. The orgasm slammed through you with the same hard persistence as his cock. A few more jerky thrusts and he was groaning his release. He holds you in place as your breathing returns to normal.
After a moment, you murmur in his ear, “Maybe I should call you caveman instead of marine.”
Frank laughs as he gently pulls away from you, “If I was a caveman, I’d just hit you over the head with a club and drag you to the bedroom by your hair.”
“Mmm, true. Guess I’ll just stick to calling you marine,” you lean in and kiss him.
Making your way back to the house, you look up at the first stars beginning to appear as the sun sets and make a wish. It was a stupid, silly wish that you’d made over and over again since you were a young girl. One that would never come true for a broken omega. As you looked over at the Alpha you were sharing your life with, you wondered why you still wished it. He was more than you ever believed you could have. So, why wasn’t it enough?
Part 2
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In The Dark
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Pairing: Dark Elf!Billy Russo x Fem!Reader
Summary: During your exploration of the Stygian Caves, you fall into a cavern, losing consciousness. When you wake, you find yourself lying on silken sheets with a pair of pitch black eyes watching you.
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Part One
You wake in a strange bed, in a strange room, and are startled to find a pair of dark eyes watching you.
Part Two
Billy introduces you to his world, and the two of you grow closer together.
Part Three
You wake up in Billy’s arms with blurred memories of the night before. Though one moment remains vivid - Billy’s lips against yours, promising to give you what you need in the morning. Well it’s morning.
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That gala dress inspo is beautiful AND sinful. Just the thing!😎
you know me i had waaaaay too much fun describing all the little minute details in the gala, ya'll are in for a treat <3 :)
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