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fluffyprettykitty · 2 years

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Pairing: casino owner! Frank Castle, co-owner! Billy Russo x female reader (no other specifications)

Word Count: 2410 words

Outline: You were up no good so now you are getting punished for it. But somehow your evening goes much better than you expected.

Warnings: swearing, dirty talk, pet names (kitty, princess, doll, baby, pretty girl), authority kink, power dynamics/imbalance, finger sucking, thigh riding, degradation kink, praise kink, oral sex (m+f receiving), choking kink (with a belt!), nipple play, face fucking, rough penetrative sex, size kink, mention of double penetration, not beta read!

Author’s Note: I had thought of this all the way back in march but I had been aching to write it lately!

P.S: dividers by @firefly-graphics // banners by @maysdigitalarts

Main Masterlist ・❥・Billy Russo Masterlist ・❥・Frank Castle Masterlist

NSFW UNDERNEATH THE CUT. MINORS DNI.

"This is what happens to little girls when they are playing dirty."

You swallow dryly staring at the domineering figure of the man standing in front of you. He is tall and broad, dark set of hair and eyes, with a god-like shaped nose and an extremely alluring aura about him. His suit looks expensive, all black with silver buttons. Bet they are real.

"What do you have to say for yourself?" His voice is strong and baritone, feels like a graveling vibrating sound.

You try to open your mouth and speak but it is surprisingly hard for you to do so. He is pulling his chair right in front of you and sits down staring at you. Waiting. You take your time to notice him, notice the size of his thighs, and the size of his muscles. You feel as if you haven’t ever seen a man before. A real masculine man.

"I am sorry. " You gulp and nod your head. "It won't happen again, it was stupid of me to do that… "

"Right, right…." He nods his head placing his hand on his subtle and beginning to rub it slowly as in deep thought.

"But…you still humiliated me out there. One sorry is not going to cut it. People will come here to my casino and think I'm a fool. Do you want people to think I'm a fool?"

You shake your head negatively. Something about his words and the way he talks and the way he licks his lips together while speaking makes your legs squirm. There's something about this man. Something deeply erotic. Lost in your thought, you don't hear the door opening, all you feel is a breeze of air next to you.

"Mr. Russo." The tall man says. "My partner and co-owner of this fine establishment." You turn your head to look at him, only to be met with the most beautiful man you ever have come across. Tall, slick black hair pushed back and the darkest eyes. He looked younger but experienced, threatening but also alluring. He only smirked, wrapping his arms around his chest.

"What are we going to do with you, love?"

He asks you directly and his voice is smooth and rich. Feels like a warm silk blanket wrapping your body. You honestly can't believe your luck. You were brilliant, intelligent, and really good at counting carts. One thing led to another and you needed a large sum of money to pay off a mortgage. So you thought you could come to the casino and earn money by doing what you know best. Your plan was perfect, you'd go to the farthest away casino from your house so no one will know you, and you will only do it once, get the amount of money you need, and leave.

And that's what you did. But on your way out you were asked to go to the back office where you could collect your money. You had no other choice but to obey and go and now here you were. Alone in a room sitting close to two of the most beautiful men you ever met, both dressed in expensive black suits while you were wearing a cocktail dress you had already worn to ten different weddings and various baptisms.

"She has already apologized. She's a good girl it seems."

You feel a heat building up in the pit of your stomach. His words hit you right where it ached the most and you try hard to wear a neutral expression. It almost feels like the start of your most erotic fantasy.

"Oh, I'm glad to hear that. So you admit to counting the cards."

You nod your head looking at the other man thinking the first one won't notice the way your breath cuts short.

"I need words, darling, c’mon." He places a finger on your cheek gently caressing it. "One word at a time. Slowly, you can do it."

You gulp and you try to close your legs together, just for a little bit of friction. Your mind is getting very hazy. You didn't expect his touch, it feels electrifying and liberating in an extraordinary way.

"I did it. I counted the cards."

"Why?" He asks tilting his head, his fingers reaching your lips.

"I needed money to pay off my mortgage." Maybe honesty will save you and you'll get to leave. You needed to use a bathroom and some privacy immediately.

"Aw poor girl. I understand you need that. " He turns his head to look at the other man and they both nod their heads slowly. "Think Mr. Castle and I here could come to a deal with such a fine lady."

"Anything you want. I will do it. I will. I promise. "

"Oh, making promises. I know you are a good girl and a good girl does what is always expected of her."

"Yes. Sir."

A pool is now formed between your legs, if you get up, you're afraid you'll leak. You breathe heavily looking at them both as they are just looking at each other.

"Got an idea," Russo says looking at the man.

"How about I put you over my knee and I'll spank you while you are promising you'll never do it again."

Instead of replying you just moan eagerly trying to take his finger inside your mouth.

"I need words, doll. No matter how good your moans sound."

"Yes, sir. Please.” Another moan, your tongue eagerly searching for his fingers. “ I won't do it ever again."

He smirks and with one swift movement, he drags you over his knees. But instead of having you lay down, he keeps you on his knees facing him gripping your wrists together behind your back. You feel both exposed and exactly where you should be.

"I got a better idea," Frank says, his voice echoing deeply behind you. "Ride his thigh like the good little whore you are so I can have some visual entertainment. No good if only Billy gets all the fun."

“Wonderful idea, Frank. You heard the man.”

Billy lets go of your wrists and the lack of his touch makes you feel momentarily empty. You nod your head eagerly and you position yourself over his thigh straddling him well. Your arms are on his shoulders while trying to steady yourself. With the way, your legs open, your wet cotton panties soak his suit.

“Aw, little kitty is wet as fuck. Acting as if she has never seen two men before in her life.”

"Damn she's so fucking eager. Billy. Bet she never has been properly stretched before."

"Already so stupidly wet, huh? Has it been a while since your little cunt was filled?"

You whimper, you can't reply, your brain is getting so hazy while you begin to rub yourself on Billy. His hand grabs your chin forcing you to look at him. "I like my whores speaking to me. So you have to make it worthwhile for me darling. Please don't bore me."

"Billy gets easily bored, sweet thing. Better change your tricks fast."

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry, mister Russo." You gulp, trying to look at him. “I haven’t...I broke up with my ex about a year ago and I…”

"Atta girl. That’s enough. Ride him hard."

Pressing your lips together, focused on your actions, holding a tight grip on his shoulders you begin to rub your clothed pussy over his thigh. He steadily flexes it under your touch watching you work yourself on him. Soft moans begin to leave your lips as he completely focuses his attention on you and his nonchalant pose with his arms stretched behind him have you whimpering.

“It feels good, pretty girl, doesn’t it?” The other man’s voice echoes deep in your ear followed by a soft bite on your earlobe and his hot breath engulfing you.

“Y-yes!” You whimper out trying to turn your head to look at him but he only pushes your head ahead.

“Focus, doll. Focus.” His hands travel to your clothed breasts gripping them in the palm of his hands, weighing them, and playing with them. You begin to feel delirious and ready for more. You force yourself to go faster as the man’s big fingers slip under your bra and begin to play with your nipples. His hands feel so big against your skin and the way he rubs his rings over your nipples have you groaning.

“Such a good little whore look at her.” Billy’s voice is smooth and velvety. “So eager to please, so desperate for a cock, yet she won’t say a word about it.”

“Oh, I bet she wants us both to fill her pretty little cunt with your cocks. Look at her she’s practically salivating at the thought.”

“You want two cocks inside you, kitty? Wanna get fucked like the proper little whore you are?”

“Getting filled again and again till everything leaks out of you?”

“Please! Please, I’d do anything, I’m so good…” You plead, your lustful eyes meeting Billy’s black irises.

“But I don’t like thieves, little girl.” Frank’s voice against your ear has you whimpering again. You feel guilt and a profound need for…discipline.

“P-punish me! Please! I’ll make it up to you. Please!”

Your voice sounds broken, you are so far beyond needy right now, you can barely register what you are saying but you know what you need. Them.

Their cocks preferably.

“I need you.” You roll your hips determinedly pushing yourself towards Billy’s chest. “I will be good, I promise.”

Frank’s hand leaves your breasts and the next thing you hear is him taking his belt off. Billy is watching his movements instead of paying attention to you, no matter how much you try to get some better friction from him.

“You really wanna get punished?”

“Yes, please.”

With one swift motion, Frank wraps his belt around your neck pushing your head backward, your head coming close to the desk. Your pussy is clenching around nothing as the change of position makes you lose Billy’s thigh. Frank pressures the belt behind turning you to look at him.

“You’re gonna suck my cock like the good girl you are.”

Frank pushes his cock inside your mouth, pushing you to the desk simultaneously and climbing on top of you. He gives you zero time to prepare, just uses your head like a placeholder.

You can hear Billy fumbling with his clothes from a distance but all you focus on is Frank’s big cock. He stays there, with his hands on your face watching you teary-eyed, from the stretch of his cock. He pushes himself a little bit out of your mouth, giving you some space and air. You try to use the flat of your tongue and reach out to play with his balls. Fumbling them with your hands, you look up at his dominant figure above you. You feel like you are exactly where you should be.

Billy comes closer to you and caresses your cheek tenderly while you are working on Frank’s cock. Then he leans behind Frank only to tear your dress away from your body. You wanted to protest that’s your only good dress but you know a whore doesn’t do that. You look at him in both confusions and completely turned on by the rudeness of his actions.

“Now wet Billy’s cock, doll. You made mine so good.” He removes his cock from your mouth and you try to protest that you truly didn’t have enough time to play with him but he is quick to move and wrap his hands under your thighs, pushing your legs upwards.

You reach out to Billy who has now come closer to you again, leaning to your side. First, you with his zipper and he watches you with half amusement on his face. Then you feel your panties disconnecting from your skin followed by Frank’s tongue.

“Tastes good. Like a good eager girl.” He moans at your taste and then gestures to Billy. You run your fingers over his length as if you are tracing his veins and move your finger over his tip. You take his cock inside your mouth, bopping your head while eagerly looking up at him. You needed this and wanted this. You haven’t had some cock in such a long while.

“Fuck.” Billy curses. “ Her mouth is good.” You work Billy the way you know he’s gonna like it, with both of your hands on his length, your mouth bopping him and your tongue working. Frank then is slapping his dick across your pussy, teasing your entrance. It is obvious he is stalling by watching how well you can take Billy.

“Oof, baby, you really know how to suck a dick, huh?”

You move your hands to Billy’s balls and then you eagerly take him down your throat making him groan.

“Atta girl.” That’s the kind of praises you were looking for, Billy holding up your chin because he knows what’s coming next.

Frank pushes his tip inside and Billy keeps you in place, gagging you instantly. The pleasure coming from both ends have your chest shaking while Frank pushes more and more inside.

“Damn what a fucking slideshow. So fucking wet for a cock, I can barely hold myself still, doll. Damn, I wish I had started fucking you the minute you walked inside the door.”

Billy lets you go and you breathe out, saliva and drool and pre-cum falling down your chin as you look between them both.

“Stay still, little whore.” Billy chuckles, pushing some saliva back into your mouth. “Frank is gonna fuck you so deep and so fast that you could barely keep a track of my cock.”

“I can!” You protest, whining out. “I can, I promise.”

“If you fail, I will fuck your face so hard that you will see starts understand?”

“Yes, yes please!”

And just like that Frank sets a brutal pace, his hands slapping your breasts and Billy shoving and removing his cock from your face. And soon enough Frank fills you up and Billy’s cum ends up at the back of your throat. And forty minutes later, an assistant knocks on the door only to watch you getting fucked mid-air but two men holding you up. Thrusting their cocks inside your body. Like their own personal sex toy.

Not a bad way to make it even to them, not at all…

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bonkywobble · 2 years

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Kinktober ‘22 - Day 4

Day 4 - Uniform Fetish with Billy Russo

Pairing: Billy Russo x fem!reader

Word count: 714

Warnings: Language, fluff, sexual content (18+ only): oral (m receiving).

Disclaimer: Please heed the warnings - if this makes you uncomfortable then click away. YOU ARE RESPONSIBLE FOR YOUR OWN MEDIA CONSUMPTION. I do not give anyone permission to take, repost, copy or translate my stories, regardless of whether or not they are credited. This blog and all works associated with it are 18+ only. Minors please do not interact or follow.

A/N: Day 4. Sorry this one’s a bit late. Divider by @firefly-graphics. Tagging @becauseicantthinkwritings and @cryptidcasanova.

Kinktober ‘22 Masterlist

Your thoughts are lace with annoyance, but you can’t help it. It’s supposed to be practical, you determine.

There’s absolutely nothing sexy about the clothing. The vest has so many pockets that it’s a wonder Billy Russo doesn’t lose track of all his ammo every time he goes out in it; the pants couldn’t be any baggier; and who decided on that godawful combination of black and camouflage? Not to mention, the balaclava hides the best part of that man.

It’s supposed to be practical, except that Billy has never looked bad a day in his goddamn life. Right now you’re supposed to be practically fuming at him, upset that he left you high and dry nearly five hours ago to ‘take care of some business.' Instead, your libido is reaching rooftop levels because of his stupid uniform.

Still, you step forward until your bare toes touch black leather and your eyes can now pick up the speckled collection of wet crimson on his kevlar.

You consider yourself about as smart as the average individual - Billy, ever the charmer, would protest this - but holy shit if this man doesn’t make you feel a little dumb sometimes, the sudden appearance of this tactical gear making you want to drop to your knees and suck the soul outta him.

(Unfair, you’d call this.

After all the times you’ve flaunted your body in front of me? He’d retort, This is me getting even.)

A dirtied hand reaches up instinctively to pull his mask off and you once again move without thinking, catching his red-stained fingertips only mere inches from the edge. His pupils dilate, the air thick with curiosity and leftover adrenaline as dark eyes intensely search your face, looking for something that he hopes isn't there.

Fear.

Billy sounds tired when he finally speaks, an undercurrent of smug satisfaction lurking in the low timber of his voice. “It’s done. Those pieces of shit aren’t gonna bother you or your business anymore. Okay, sweetheart?”

You smile gently between unshed tears, frustration fleeing from you completely. Though you know your work would normally seem mundane to someone of his standing, your boyfriend understands just how much time, attention and heart go into growing something of your own - a company that’s worth taking pride in.

Tough guys like to fuck around and then hate to find out, he thinks. Whether or not you’re scared of him now, your safety is and always will be worth it.

Pressing your forehead to his you hear him chuckle softly, relief filling his once live wired frame.

“Let me thank you properly then,” you smoothly offer.

Billy smiles. Home for less than a minute before you assault him with your desires and impish wiles. Guess there’s no rest for the wicked.

His now even breathing hitches as you slowly sink to the floor, and though you can’t see it, you swear you can feel his smirk following you all the way down. Your fingers work swiftly to undo his cargo pants and set him free, his thick cock hardening in your hand as you pull it out. Delighted, you begin stroking him, hands pumping in a steady rhythm while you lick your lips in preparation and contemplation. Billy Russo is a handful, that’s for goddamn sure.

There’s a soft bang! when you finally take his length into your mouth and looking up you witness his head leaning back against the front door, eyes fluttering as he stares half-heartedly at the ceiling, seemingly stuck in a lust-fueled haze. Maybe your sweet Lieutenant had come back to finish his original mission, after all.

Your tongue traces the vein on the underside as you leisurely bob up and down, and when your nails dig into the skin on his waist there’s a cursed groan of “Fuck me” as his gaze drifts back to you. Humming in appreciation you push yourself to go faster and deeper, enjoying the taste and heaviness of him on your tongue. Hissing his approval between clenched teeth you sense before you feel his palm settle on the back of your neck to steady you.

The only crime in a war is to lose, and Billy Russo sure as shit ain’t gonna lose you. Not over his dead body.

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tuiccim · 2 years

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Keeping Bucky Warm

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Warnings: Just ho thots. NSFW 18+. Dom/sub dynamics. Cockwarming. Toy play. Oral (m receiving)

Word count: 1.3k

A/N: This was originally posted as Toyed With featuring Billy Russo but a friend requested it reworked as Bucky with his vibranium arm. I hope you enjoy this updated version.

Bucky comes through the door and his hungry expression speaks volumes. He grabs your hand and walks resolutely to the bedroom without a word. Your clothes are discarded and Bucky’s eyes drift down your body. Self-consciously, you begin to cover yourself with your hands.

“Don’t,” Bucky commands softly. He had loved you from the first moment his eyes had landed on you. “Don’t you ever hide from me.”

You nod not meeting his eyes and drop your arms to your side. He places a finger under your chin, lifting your face. The ocean depths of his eyes draw you in and you find your voice, “Never.”

Bucky removes his shirt while your hands go to his belt. You look to him for permission and, once given, undo his pants and slide to your knees. You pull his pants and boxers down, guiding his feet out of them. Looking up at him, you lick your lips and wait for his instructions.

“Open,” Bucky caresses your cheek and you obey immediately. His thumb slips into your mouth and massages over your tongue.

“Lick,” his eyes watch as you lap at the pad.

“Suck.” Your lips close around the thick digit and suckle him until he pulls it out with a pop.

“Good girl,” his whisper has you clenching. “This time with my cock.” You open immediately for him to place himself on your tongue. He looks down at you as he guides himself in. After a moment, you swirl your tongue around his head and his breathing picks up. Never taking his eyes off of you, he slowly pumps into your mouth. Closing your lips around him, you suck him down all the while keeping your tongue pressed against the vein. His cool vibranium hand slides into your hair to guide you.

“Fuck,” he pulls himself out of your mouth and helps you to stand. He lays down on the bed with his head and shoulders propped up. “Sit.” Unsure of what he means, you sit on the side of the bed gingerly. “No, doll, on my cock.”

“I’m sorry,” you whisper.

Fast as a snake strike, Bucky is sitting up and holding your face with his flesh hand, “Don’t apologize. You did what I asked. My instructions weren’t clear. I want you to sit on my cock facing me.”

“Y-yes, Bucky,” you climb on to the bed carefully as he lays back again, line him up with your entrance, and sink down as far as you can.

“All of it.” You work your hips for a minute, breathing erratically and letting out little moans, as your body adjusts and relaxes to allow you to fit all of his cock in you. With a whimper you manage to slide the last couple of inches in. His tip kissing your cervix. Bucky’s hands grab your thighs, “Stay. Don’t move from this spot until I tell you to.”

You bite your lip and nod, watching him wiggle his vibranium fingers as a buzzing sound emanates from them. He smiles up at you, “I got a little upgrade. Now, I want to see that beautiful face, feel you coming all around my cock.”

He drags his fingers down your mound. You gasp as he makes contact with your clit and your hips flex. Bucky pulls his hand away with a smirk, “No moving, doll.”

“I’m so-” you begin but Bucky’s eyes snaps to yours, silencing the apology. “Yes, sergeant.” His fingers are placed on your clit again and Bucky watches as your face contorts from the pleasure. You fight your instinct to move and Bucky rewards you by moving the vibe against you in delicious circles. “Oh, God,” you moan out as the feeling in your belly tightens.

“That’s it, doll. Just feel it. You’re doing so good. I can feel your pussy clenching around me. It’s fluttering.” You want so badly to move. To stir your hips and feel Bucky’s cock hitting deep but you fight it. Wanting to be good for Bucky. Craving his praise for following his commands. “You’re such a good girl for me. Feel so fucking good with you around me. Looking so pretty sitting on my cock.”

“Bucky!” you cry out his name as your orgasm breaks over you. Your body clenching down on his cock, craving the friction.

“Good girl. Another,” he says, moving his hand over you still. With a flex of his hand, the vibrations increase. The urge to move, to ride his cock until screaming is intense. You fight your body's response and concentrate on the feeling of his fingers as they move over you. “You want to move so badly, don’t you doll? Want to feel my cock dragging in and out of you, hitting you deep? Is that what you want? Tell me.”

“Yes. Please, sergeant!” you beg. His words make you clench down. His fingers move in tighter and tighter circles as he watches your face and feels your body react.

“Not yet. Be a good girl and come around my cock again. So fucking hot watching you and feeling you squeezing me.”

“Bucky,” you cry his name as you fall over the edge again.

“Good girl, good girl. Fuck, your squeezing so tight. Again,” Bucky demands.

“Bucky, please!” your body is on fire.

“Again,” Bucky commands. His free hand grabs yours and he places it on your breast. “Play with them. Pinch those nipples for me. That's it. Good girl. Fuck.” Bucky’s body was just as desperate to move. He wanted nothing more than to fuck up into you but he held himself off. Enjoying the sight of you and the delayed gratification.

“Bucky, baby, it’s so good. Please,” you whine.

“Please what?” Bucky increases the speed of the vibrations.

“Oh, fuck. Oh, God, I’m coming again. Bucky,” your body trembles as the orgasm washes over you. You clench on Bucky’s cock as each ripple and aftershock hits you. You’re panting but your breath hitches as Bucky changes the vibration setting again and brushes his fingers against you making you keen as it glides over your slick, swollen clit.

“One more, doll. One more and I’ll let you move,” Bucky’s voice is gravelly even as he insists.

“Bucky! Bucky,” his name becomes a chant as you resist the urge to squirm against him. His fingers hit a new spot and the pleasure slams into you making you cry out his name even louder.

“I’m right here, baby. Fuck, you’re beautiful. Feels so fucking good inside you. Give it to me again. Come on. I need to feel that sweet cunt milking me. Squeezing and clenching. It’s so fucking hot. Come on, doll, do it for me again. Now.”

“Oh, fuck,” you shake uncotrollably as you come yet again. You can barely hold yourself up as you clench and moan.

Bucky chuckles at his cockdrunk girl sitting on him. He grabs your hips and slams upward into you causing you to cry out at the intense feeling. Rolling you under him, he slams his hips into you again reveling in the feel and movement. His hips make circles as he fucks into you. Words have left him as he drowns in the feeling of you. His moans spur you on and you can feel yourself tightening and clenching around him. Your body welcomes each stroke of his cock. You moan loud and long as you orgasm, milking Bucky of his own. Hearing his grunt of pleasure as he releases deep inside you.

He lays on top of you, occasionally flexing his hips as his own aftershocks hit him. When he rolls you to lay on your side with him, he grins at your drooping eyelids and the smile curving your lips. Always such a good girl.

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bullet-prooflove · 1 year

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The North Star - Part Twelve: Got Your Back - Terry Bruno x Reader

Welcome to mine and @the-hinky-panda The Bronx universe featuring our favs Terry Bruno & Mike Duarte.

This story takes place several years after 'Blood Out'. Terry still lives in the Bronx and works in Manhatten SVU.

Following on from @the-hinky-panda story 'The Dog' Mike has retired from the NYPD on medical grounds due to seizures causes by the attack. He has a therapy dog called Bono and lives with @the-hinky-panda character Meredith.

Tagging: @mysoulisasunflower @legit9thlunaticwarrior @bbyxoo @the-adzukibean @xoxabs88xox @crazy4chickennuggets @beardedbarba @wooshwastaken @justreblogginfics @im-just-a-mississippi-girl @storiesofsvu @anime-weeb-4-life @witches-unruly-heart

Part One: Moments (NSFW)

Part Two: Case of the Ex

Part Three: Her Worse Half

Part Four: Always

Part Five: Ask Me Again (NSFW)

Part Six: Degas

It happens quickly, too quickly but that’s the way it goes with these cases. You can spend weeks chasing a lead, trying to narrow down your suspect list and then before you know it your kicking down his door and slapping the cuffs on them. It’s a high, an adrenaline rush you can’t beat.

You feel that untapped energy surging through your veins even now as you stand in the locker room, pulling out your bulletproof vest from the hanger you keep it on. It’s new, with that fresh smell that comes with something that’s spent most of its life entangled in plastic. It was NYPD policy for a vest to be replaced every five years. You’d gotten this one over a week ago.

You already pulling it on by the time Sinclair enters the locker room. It fits snugly over the long-sleeved shirt you’re wearing, you’re adjusting the Velcro when he opens his mouth to speak.

“Sarge, can I talk to you a sec?” he asked quietly.

There was something about his tone…

You’ve only heard it once before, when he’d told you about the miscarriage him and Sharon had suffered. The two of you had been seated across from one another, separate desks but the same shared space, the way you’d been for the past five years. You’d known something was wrong, you worked with someone long enough, you learned to pick up on their moods and idiosyncrasies. However, you knew Abe Sinclair well enough to know when to push and when to give him space. The two of you were a team and he was the best partner you’d ever had.

“Is everything ok?” You asked him, glancing up as you re-holstered your weapon.

“You tell me.” He said pointedly, his gaze turning pointedly to the bruising that peeked out from beneath the sleeve of your shirt.

“It’s fine.” You said, shutting the door to your locker. The sound reverberated through the room as you tugged down the raised sleeve.

“You were kind of out of it the other night.” He said, taking a seat on the bench and rubbing his palms over one another. “You had me drop you off at Meredith’s.”

You said nothing as you sat down on the bench alongside of him.

“It was Russo wasn’t it?” Sinclair said quietly. “He hurt you.”

You sucked in a deep breath, your eyes raising to the ceiling so you didn’t have to look Sinclair in the face.

“Yea.” You told him.

“Russo’s that guy, isn’t he?” Sinclair asked, gesturing to the back of his neck. “That ex boyfriend you talked about.”

Another night, another secret shared during a stake out whilst dividing the last pack of peanut M&Ms you’d dug out of your stash. He’d asked you about the scars, and you found yourself telling him. You kept Paul’s name out of it. The blue wall of silence. He knew your ex had been an addict, suspected he’d been a cop, he’d seen the way Russo looked at you, acted around you. It wasn’t a hard deduction to make.

“Does Bruno know?”

You nodded before exhaling deeply.

“He took my necklace, the compass.” You found yourself telling Sinclair, gesturing at your throat. “Snatched it right off my neck, took it to SVU and rubbed it in Terry’s face.”

“It sounds like he’s trying to prove a point.” Sinclair said tilting his head towards you. “Guys like that, they’re always trying to prove a point. My question is where do you see this ending?”

You sighed.

“With me in the Captain’s office after this shift’s over.” You tell him. “I can’t let him do this to me, because I know the next step, and so do you. How many times have we seen the fall out from something like this?”

He knew what you were talking about, you’d stood over too many bodies of women who’d been brutalised by men who viewed them as an object, who’d decided if they couldn’t have them no one could.

“Too many.” He said, shaking his head. “I don’t want you to become another statistic.”

“Yea.” You told him. “I don’t either, that’s what I have to do it.”

“I’ll come with you.” he said, his hands coming to clasp your shoulder, it was a reassuring gesture. “This isn’t something you have to do on your own.”

You nodded, your throat feeling tight at the words that passed between you unsaid.

I believe you. I’ve got your back.

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I’ll Take Care of You, Chapter 20: Wrap Me Up In You

It's been a long time. I know. I'm sorry.

Fic Summary: Reader works in the hospital where Billy Russo keeps his mother. They’ve caught each other’s eye. But she thinks he is the devoted son… little does she know what hides behind a handsome face and expensive suits.

Posted on my ao3 as well :)

Pairing: Billy Russo x Fem!Nurse!Reader

Chapter Summary: I love you’s tend to precede some love-making ;) Bestie is still trying to get in contact with the reader

Warnings: 18+ SMUT, thigh riding, PIV, creampie (that’s def a kink now), oral (m receiving), swearing

Words: 2.4k

Masterlist ~~ Chapter 19

Billy was easily persuaded to stay in bed for even more than a little longer.

He had started gently massaging your scalp, then tugging your hair every now and then. It sent shocks straight to your pussy when he did, and you craved relief against the pressure building up inside you. With your leg over his, his thigh was right against your pussy. You delicately rocked your hips to rub against him.

You moaned at the friction and Billy chuckled. “What’s wrong, baby girl?”

“Need you, Billy.”

He raked his fingers over your scalp. “Do ya? Gonna rub yourself on my thigh until you cum? Ruin your pretty panties?”

You shook your head. “Want you inside me.”

He grabbed your ass with one hand. “Keep grinding on me, baby girl. Wanna feel you soak through your panties.”

You pouted, but he moved your hips to rub your pussy against his thigh. You bit your lip at the stimulation, and kept rocking your hips.

“Want your cock, Billy.” You moaned. You could feel how wet you were getting. But apparently, not wet enough for Billy.

“And I told you what I wanted. I want to feel your drenched little pussy against my thigh.”

“I won’t cum like this,” you said with another pout.

The hand that wasn’t on your ass came up to cup your cheek. “No?”

You kept grinding on him. It felt good, but you knew what you needed right now.

You shook your head in response to his question.

“Hmm. What will make you cum, then?”

“Your cock, Billy. Want you inside me, want you to fuck me.”

You felt the friction change between your pussy and Billy’s thigh, and you knew you had soaked through your panties.

Billy captured his bottom lip between his teeth when he felt the same thing. “There we go, that’s a good girl.”

Your cheeks warmed at his praise, pussy clenching.

“So good for me. I’ll give you what you want now.” He rolled you on your back and lowered himself to kiss the wet patch of your panties before he pulled them down.

His briefs came off next, and then he was hovering over you and sliding his cock through your wet folds. You wrapped your arms around his back and pulled him down for a kiss. He licked at your tongue as he pushed inside you.

You made out sensually as you fucked, but only for a few minutes before you had to pull your lips away to moan and gasp as Billy’s cocked worked its magic inside you. He moved his kisses down your jaw and started sucking on your neck, no doubt intending to leave marks all over you.

You closed your eyes to focus solely on the way Billy was making you feel. His mouth working your skin was intense, but the feeling came second to his cock. So thick, stuffing you completely. You felt every drag against your walls, the feeling making your toes curl.

You moaned and ran your fingers through his hair as his cock hit a particular delicious spot inside you.

“Does it feel good, baby?” He asked forehead pressed against your temple. You’d been fucking for you didn’t even know how long, slow, heartfelt love-making as your brain and bodies woke up together.

“So good, Billy.” You bit your lip and rolled your hips up against his as he continued to fuck you deep. “Please, don’t stop.”

He kissed your temple, your cheekbone, then straight on your cheek. “Love making you feel good. Wanna give you everything.”

You smoothed your hands down his back, feeling his muscles flex as he moved above you. “Mm, just keep fucking me, Billy. Wanna cum so bad. Want you to fill me up.”

“Yeah?”

You hummed in affirmation.

“You like me filling up your little cunt? You like feeling my cum drip out of you?”

You nodded.

“Use your words, baby girl.” He started thrusting faster.

“Yes! I love it, Billy. Proves that I’m yours, wanna be just yours.” You ended mumbling as you started climbing higher towards your peak.

“You are all mine, Y/N. You don’t have to worry about that.”

“Oh, fuck. ‘m so close, Billy.” You dug your nails into his back.

“Come for me, baby girl.” He rubbed your clit, expertly pulling your orgasm from you.

“Yes, oh, yes. I love you, Billy.” You said.

“Fuck.” His rhythm stuttered. “Say that again.”

You held him tighter. “I love you, Billy.” You purred, eyes closing as your walls started to clench hard on his cock.

Billy groaned as spurts of his cum painted your walls, your hips colliding frantically as you both released.

After a moment when your panting had slowed, Billy lifted his head to look down at you. He kissed you softly. “I love you, too.”

You gave him a big smile, and he matched it with his own.

Billy pulled his hips back and his cock slipped out of you. “I’m ready for that shower.” You said when you felt his cum trickling past your entrance.

Billy pulled away and looked down at your pussy. He smirked. “Thought you liked this.” He reached out and delicately traced a finger over your folds. He pushed some cum back inside you, and your pussy clenched around his finger.

“Fuck, baby girl.” He thrust his finger in and out a few times before he pulled it away.

You grabbed his hand and brought his finger up to suck. You took it between your lips and licked the digit, cleaning it off and tasting his cum and yours.

He was biting his lip when you released his finger. “Let’s go have that shower.” You said.

He didn’t reply, and you giggled as he scooped you up into his arms and carried you over to the bathroom.

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You clutched Billy’s hips as he slowly pumped his cock in and out of your mouth. You’d dropped to your knees almost immediately upon getting into the shower and stroked him until he was hard again.

He pushed your wet hair out of your face. “Fuck, you’re so hot with my cock in your mouth.”

The corners of your lips turned up, and he tossed his head back. He slowed his hips and you took over, bobbing your head and stroking the base of his cock in time. “I wanna cum all over you, baby. Would you let me?”

You took him out of your mouth, but continued pumping his cock in your hand. “Really?”

He was biting his lip and he nodded. “Wanna cover you in my cum.”

Your pussy clenched around nothing. “Maybe… just not my face.”

“But I bet you’d look so pretty…”

You gripped him tighter and he grunted. “I’ll let you cum on my tits.”

“Really?” he asked excitedly.

“Mmhmm.” You opened your mouth and let him push his cock back in.

“Fuck, I love you, baby girl.”

You hummed and dragged your nails down his hamstrings. A few moments later, you cup his balls with one hand, playing with them gently.

Billy could only handle that for a few minutes before he was pulling himself away and stroking his cock fast. “Arch your back, baby. Let me see your beautiful tits. Let me cum all over them.”

You ran your fingers through your hair and stuck your chest out, and gasped as you felt his cum spurt onto your skin. It was warm.

You savored the look of bliss on his face, and the way his open mouth turned into a smile. You bit your lip as you watched his euphoric state. He was so gorgeous.

Billy put his hand out and leaned it against the wall. He held the back of your head with the other and pulled at you so you’d stand.

He kissed you, messily stroking your tongue with his.

“God, you’re fucking amazing.”

“Only for you, baby.” You said dramatically, doing your best to feel sexy with his jizz all over your chest.

He leaned in to kiss you but stopped at a loud banging at your front door.

“You expecting anyone?”

This early on a Friday? You weren’t.

“No. They’ll probably go away.”

You tried to kiss him again but the knocking started up again.

Billy sighed angrily. “You wash up, baby. I’ll tell ‘em to beat it.”

“Thank you.”

Billy stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around himself. You turned back into the spray and washed all the essence of Billy from your chest and in between your legs.

You heard the door close and waited for Billy to join you again but he didn’t.

“Y/N, your, uh, your friend is here.”

You pulled back the curtain. “What?!”

His towel hung around his hips and he pushed his wet hair back. “She wants to talk to you. She was adamant about staying until you did.”

You groaned internally. Well, you screamed internally. Was she kidding?

You angrily shut off the water and got out of the tub. You grabbed a towel to dry yourself off a bit before you slipped on your silk robe.

Billy was watching you carefully. “You okay? I told her this probably wasn’t a good idea but she didn’t want to hear it.”

You sighed. “I’m frustrated but whatever. I’ll be fine. Go finish your shower and hopefully she’ll be gone by the time you’re done.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah. I’ll make breakfast for us after.”

“You don’t have to.”

“I want to.” You kissed his cheek. “Go enjoy your shower.”

“Okay, baby girl. Let me know if you need anything.”

You gave him a tight-lipped smile and then opened the bathroom door.

You waited for the shower to start running again before you walked into your living room. Your bestie was dressed for work, but here she was – looking out your window.

You cleared your throat, and she turned around.

Emotion flickered across her face. She eyed your neck, where hickies were beginning to blossom. She took a second to say, “Hey.”

“Hi,” you said.

“I wasn’t expecting him to be here but you weren’t answering your phone and I thought we needed to talk.”

“Well, Billy’s my boyfriend and he came over to console me last night while I cried my fucking eyes out.” You said, tiredly.

Her shoulders dropped. “I never meant to upset you like that.”

“Well, you did.” You crossed your arms over chest.

“I just really think we need to talk about this more seriously, with cool heads.”

“Maybe. But that’s not now. I’m not ready to talk, which I why I wasn’t answering you. So, I would appreciate some space.” You said. It was tough to get the words out. She’d never upset you this way before.

She looked dejected, but she nodded. “Okay.” She cleared her throat. “Are you home alone today?”

Your eyebrows furrowed but you answered her. “Yes. I’m on my off rotation.”

“Billy’s working, then?”

“Yes…”

Her shoulders seemed to settle. “Okay.

“Why are you asking?”

“What?”

“Why are you asking? If Billy’s working?”

“I-”

The bathroom door opened and you turned to look at Billy as he emerged. His towel was wrapped low around his waist. He gave you a wink and then looked past you at your friend.

Your turned and saw her looking past you as well, at Billy. She looked uncomfortable.

Billy’s voice came from behind you. “Everything okay, baby girl?”

You looked back at him and nodded.

Your friend’s voice changed. “Well, I have to get to work. Please just text me, when you’re ready, okay?”

You looked back at her and she was already on her way out. “Okay.” You called after her.

You heard the front door close, then you turned back to Billy.

“Did you guys get to talk?” he asked.

You shook your head. “I wasn’t really ready to hear what she wanted to say.”

He rubbed his hands over your shoulders and kissed the top of your head. “I’m sorry, baby girl.”

You turned around and gazed up into his dark eyes. “It’s fine. Sorry that she ruined our morning.”

“Definitely not ruined after everything we got up too.” He grinned. “Spending time with you is worth anything”

You smiled demurely. “Thank you.” You looked down at the towel he had wrapped around himself. “I’ll start on breakfast while you go put on some clothes.”

“Actually, the time got away from me. I’ll have to get going soon.”

You frowned. “Oh, okay.”

“Sorry, baby. We had a little too much fun this morning.” He ran his hand through your wet hair and angled your face so he could kiss you.

“I guess we did.” You said when he pulled away.

“I gotta go back to my place and get dressed for work.”

“Okay.”

Billy let you go and went to your room to put on some clothes.

You put on the kettle and got a tea bag ready in your favourite mug as you waited for him to come back out.

He was wearing the clothes he wore last night. He came over to you and gave you a hug, hand stroking your hair.

“You gonna be alright?”

You pressed your cheek harder into his chest. “I think so.”

“Okay. I’ll text you as soon as I can, okay?” You nodded, and he let you go but cupped your face. His thumbs stroked your cheeks. You gazed into each other’s eyes. “I love you.” He said.

You stood on your toes and pressed forward to kiss him. “I love you, too.”

He gave you another kiss before he let you go.

He walked over to the door and put his shoes on. He opened the door and looked back at you. “Bye, baby. Don’t forget to lock the door.”

“I won't,” you said with a soft smile. “Bye, Billy.”

He gave you a wink before he left and closed the door behind him.

You got a little lost in your thoughts, and the kettle whistling shook you from them. You made your tea and then walked over to the front door so you could lock it.

You went to find your purse from yesterday, and smiled. You knew what you were doing today.

Author’s note: I hope you liked this chapter! I’m in the inbetween right now, I’m done school and honestly not looking for a job yet. I’m planning to chill. And write ;)

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Chapter 21

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Ranking all Dcoms I have Seen

Hello friends!!

I-I’m…. alive?

So sorry for the long hiatus but, well, you know how school is (it kinda sucks)

Anyway, I’ve decided to start branching out from pure Z-O-M-B-I-E-S content, so for the return, I’m going to be ranking all dcoms I have personally seen with a little snippet of my thoughts about them. Alright,

1. Zombies 3

Amazing, beautiful, absolutely perfect, un ironically hilarious, great songs, out of pocket story. I love it.

2. High School Musical 2

Same as previous, but more gay and slightly less interesting characters.

3. Descendants

Best descendants movie by far, but Mal and Evie > Mal and Ben for sure. Still, a good watch overall. A really interesting and dynamic main cast too.

4. Teen Beach Movie

Very funny, great music. The only reason it’s below Descendants is because I viscerally hate the two main characters.

5. Adventures in Babysitting

I actually liked the Disney remake, which I didn’t expect to. It may just be because I really like Sabrina Carpenter and Sofia Carson but who knows.

6. Princess Protection Program

Really liked this movie when I was a kid, although looking back I don’t really understand why. I wouldn’t want to watch it nowadays but I still think it’s good.

7. Cow Belles

Good movie, my mom and I watched it together a lot. Reminds me a bit too much of Liv and Maddie though.

8. Good Luck Charlie, It’s Christmas!

Honestly a comfort movie for me. It’s not exactly “good” in the slightest but I watched it a lot when I felt sick or anxious so whenever I watch it today it tends to make me feel safe. Also I really liked Good Luck Charlie.

9. High School Musical

I mean it’s alright. A little overrated considering there’s only like… 4(?) good characters.

10. Radio Rebel

Pretty funny at some parts but also just suuuupeer dumb. It’s fine.

11. 16 Wishes

Honestly everything Debby Ryan starred in kinda blurs together for me. Also this one apparently isn’t technically a dcom? It’s okay though.

12. Zombies 2

Good, but not Zombies at it’s best. That’s pretty much all.

13. Descendants 2

Okay descendants… you’re getting worse. You can stop here. The only thing I really remember liking about this movie is Mal and Evie’s relationship getting expanded upon.

14. Zombies

Yeah it’s okay. Not near as good as 2 and 3 but like, I’d watch it happily on my deathbed or whatever.

15. Descendants 3

Had one really good song with Mal and Hades and that’s about it.

16. Wizards of Waverly Place: The Movie

Pretty good, actually. I really enjoy the Russo’s family dynamic so seeing them in stressful situations like this and how they responded was fun.

17. Sharpay’s Fabulous Adventure

Worse than all the regular HSM movies, but it stars Sharpay so obviously it’s still alright.

18. Cloud 9

I think I remember liking this movie solely cause it had dogs in it.

19. Camp Rock

It’s… okay.

20. Phineas and Ferb the Movie: Across the 2nd Dimension

Yeah I didn’t like this movie. I mean, like I could watch it again and be pretty happy but I really just did not enjoy the plot. Reminds me of that one futuristic sci-fi Jessie episode but worse.

21. Frenemies

Uh… I think I liked this movie? I dunno it was okay.

22. How to Build a Better Boy

This movie creeped me out so much when I first watched it. Will never be watching it again. Had a nice song though.

23. Bad Hair Day

I don’t remember much about this movie other than that I didn’t hate it but like, I also reeeaaaally didn’t like it. So…

24. Zapped

This movie also creeped me out, less than How to Build a Better Boy did, but the plot of this one somehow was worse.

25. Teen Beach 2

Everything about this movie is good except for the ending. It’s like Bayonetta 3, amazing until the ending destroys every last bit of happiness your soul contained.

26. The Cheetah Girls 1, 2, and One World

I don’t actually know if these are good movies or not, I literally just don’t remember one single detail from these movies other than than that Raven-Symoné was in them (and don’t get me wrong, I love Raven-Symoné). I watched all of these movies one day when I was sick out of school and then never watched them again.

27. Invisible Sister

I think I fell asleep halfway through this one? I don’t know, but I’m not a huge fan of the two main actors either.

28. The Suite Life Movie

Literally so bad. Look, I’m not normally a fan of movie specials for shows, but this was the absolute worst. I wish I had never watched it.

29. Camp Rock 2: The Final Jam

Horrid. Horrid Acting. Horrid characters. Horrid Music. Horrid story. I hate it.

Anyway, there’s some stuff I would probably move around if I had seen more of these movies recently, but some I legit haven’t seen since elementary school.

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I'll never get over them.😭💔

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An Altar For Our Sins

Chapter 2 // Masterlist

Demon!Billy Russo x Reader

Warnings: ummm, period, suggestive themes, porn watching? Ohhh shit manipulation too, but he's a literal demon so themes are dark.

This is for @outlawadvocate to read when she gets better.

Read part 1 here

Moodboard done by @thatbritishactor

It's the same dream. It's always the same dream. It gets worse when he's on Earth, the reminder of what he did all those years ago.

The difference now, is that he's screaming at himself to stop.

He was a killing machine then, hoping to rise through Rawlins' ranks, hoping to keep his favour. The first man in his life to give him a taste of power, a real idea of the man he could become. He could leave his past behind. No more digging through trash and eating the first piece of bread he could find. No more looking over his shoulder to see if someone was following him. He was almost a made man, all he had to do was shoot wherever Rawlins pointed.

He can't pinpoint the exact place he began to lose himself, but he knows when he realises it. It's when he's cleaning Lisa Castle's blood of his hands that the realisation takes him, he's lost every sense of the person that he used to be.

It's like he's back there again. On that night, but this time, he doesn't have a gun. This time, he has to use his bare hands.

Billy's screaming in his head. At the top of his lungs, as he watches another version of himself squeeze the life out of Maria.

She doesn't deserve this, he hears himself roar, get your hands off of her.

Maria's struggling, trying to fight, trying to save her children, begging him to stop. Billy's begging him to stop too.

You deserve this, Billy shouts in his head, you deserve what you're about to get.

He wakes when he feels your distress. Sitting up from his place on the couch, he goes to you.

You're in pain, he can tell even before he opens the door.

"Mistress?" He calls, pushing the door open slowly, "Are you alright?"

He senses the pain worsening, and when he finally sees you, you're sitting up, one hand gripping the sheets, and the other pressed against your lower stomach. The morning sun streams through your curtains, catching your messy hair in a halo of light, and Billy thinks you may be the prettiest thing in creation.

You suck in a breath, looking up at him.

" 'm alright Billy," you say, trying to breathe through the pain, "just...my period, coming early." You didn't have the mental capacity to feel shy about the topic with that much pain searing through your system.

You're sure you've stained the sheets below you, and you give a mental sigh at being seen this way.

You shut your eyes and groan as another cramp spears through you. You hear his footsteps, before feeling the back of his hand trace over your cheek.

"I prepared a bath for you. Can you walk?"

You nod, taking the hand he's offered and slipping off the bed to stand. Immediately you double over in pain, and the next thing you know, you're being picked up.

"I can-" you begin to protest.

"Of course you can," he responds easily, "but I'd like to help."

You don't argue, trying to grow accustomed to his helping hand. It had been a month since- since-

It had been a month since you met him, since you'd found yourself in a situation you'd never expected. In that time, you'd developed an easy... friendship with him- if you could call it that.

What did you call an unwilling summoner, and the demon bound to serve her?

Certifiably insane, if the first word that comes to your mind, but as he rests your body against the edge of the tub, and tells you to call if you need him, before disappearing, as you tug your clothes off, and slip into the deliciously warm water, another word comes to mind.

Nice.

The steam curls with hints of purple- the evidence of his influence- something that only you and him could see. You sigh, leaning back in the tub, resting your head against the waterproof pillow, feeling the warm water soothe your aching abdomen.

A knock before he's entering, eyes averted to give you privacy.

"Better?" He asks, facing away from you.

"Yeah," you say breathlessly, "Thank you."

"You should take the day off from work." He suggests.

"No, I- I can't, I took those few days last month-"

"Mistress, please? I can just make everyone think you were there today."

"Then, the work won't get done." You argue.

"I'll get someone else to do it for you."

"That's not-"

"Then I'll do it."

You give his back a doubtful look.

"Do you know how?"

"I learn fast, please?"

You give a relenting sigh, "Alright. You win."

A nod of his head.

"All done?" He asks.

"Yeah." You say, and you watch him turn, eyes closed, as he materialises a towel in his hands. It glows purple for a second, before the aura fades.

You stand, taking the towel from him, it's warm in your hands and you sigh as it wraps around you. The minute you stand, the pain begins inching back. You let out a long sigh, already exhausted at today.

You groan, your head buried in your pillow as the pain won't stop- even after you've taken the recommended dosage of painkiller.

You'd been surprised to find clean sheets on the bed when you'd returned to your room, unaccustomed to the kindness. It jolts you, then, lying face down in bed, that it's more an obligation than a kindness.

"Your painkiller isn't working." You hear him say from the entrance to your room.

"Yeah." You agree with a grunt, pressing your hand into your stomach, "Got any other ideas?" Hopeful for a supernatural remedy.

"Yes." He says, footsteps drawing nearer. You raise your head in curiosity.

"It means we'll have to get close. Is that okay?"

Your heart would pick up speed if you weren't in so much pain.

"I'll try anything." You murmur, looking up at him.

He nods, pulling back the covers on your bed. You watch as he settles in, placing another pillow behind his head so that he's more upright. Your stomach flutters, watching him make a space in your bed and you think he looks more at home there, than anywhere else in your apartment.

"Come," he says, crooking his fingers at you, and you don't bother to hesitate, crawling towards him. He helps situate your body against his, your back pressed into his side, with your head resting on a pillow over his arm. He turns his body to yours, pressing his chest to your back and you realise that you've just become a little spoon.

You gasp in surprise when you feel his large hand move under your shirt, his pinky sliding under the waistband of your shorts.

"Relax, mistress." He murmurs into your ear, you shiver at the proximity.

Another cramp begins to overwhelm you, and your hand covers his in desperation.

"Shhhhh," he soothes, "You're alright, breathe for me. That's it..."

His thumb presses down gently, rolling slow circles over your angry uterus, his breaths puffing gently against your ear.

The pain eases from a sharp spear to a dull ache, and finally, you breathe a sigh of relief.

Your body sags against his, keeping his hand on that spot, daring him to pull away. When your eyelids droop, your body going pliant, you finally murmur a praise of thanks.

"You're the best, Billy." You murmur, before you drift asleep.

He has no reason to lie to you. If you were asking the right questions, perhaps he'd come clean. Maybe he'd confess that the painkillers he'd given you weren't actually painkillers at all.

What does it matter anyway? You're not in pain anymore, and there's the added benefit of finally being in bed beside you.

Your skin is so soft, and he has to try his best not to let his hand wander. He thinks about moving it up, until he's got the plump edge of your breast in his hand, or maybe he could move lower, and press against your clit through your panties. He imagines the sweet sound you'd make.

You let out a small murmur, before turning in his arms, facing him now, tossing one of your legs over his hip. He has a sudden hate for clothing. The corner of his mouth lifts as he looks down at you, sleeping soundly beside him.

You're quite the pretty thing, even asleep with your face smushed against his shoulder, your hair wild around your face. He understands why someone would have offered you up as a sacrifice, with your beautiful skin and soft body. Any man, or demon, or even angel, would be lucky to have you. He can't resist, his tail wraps around your thigh, keeping your body as close as possible to his. You murmur more incoherence, stretching your arm over him, burying your face into his chest. The urge to give you everything you need, increases.

Billy's not sure how much of that urge is his own, and how much is the summoning spell used. All he knows is that the thought of killing you turns his stomach, and the thought of serving you, makes him feel good in a place that he's never felt before.

"Lunch time, mistress."

Your head hits the table in annoyance.

"Bill, please, five more minutes."

"You said that twenty minutes ago. You promised you'd take it easy."

A groan from your lips.

Being doted on wasn't all its cut out to be.

Who are you kidding? You ask, raising your head to an expectant demon, holding a box of delicious food. The things he's doing are actually nice... aside from the fact that he's being forced to do it.

"Okay," you agree, closing your laptop and moving it aside, looking up at him and waiting for him to place the food on your desk.

He raises his eyebrows.

"That wasn't the agreement."

Grumbling, you stand, moving to the small couch in your office. With a wave of his hand and a flash of purple, the small uncomfortable couch turns into something soft and plush and fit for two. He sits first, getting comfortable against one end, stretching his legs out and widening them.

You don't wait for his prompt, crawling between his legs and settling against his front. There's a moment when you feel his hand, untucking your shirt from your skirt, and you give a little jump, still not used to the proximity and touch. A small grunt of pain as your uterus makes itself known.

"Door." You gasp, when you feel his hand tug at the zipper on the side of your skirt.

"Locked." He responds quickly. You sigh against him.

His warm hand smooths over your womb and you look down as a purple light simmers under his hand. The pain eases gradually.

You let out a long breath.

You feel his chest move against your back.

"I'm sorry that you're stuck with me." You say, looking up at him. The angle is awkward, but when he looks down, you see his eyes flash red for a moment.

"Could be worse." He says, his voice rumbling right into your ear.

"Easing my period pains and bringing me food isn't monotonous enough?" You ask with humour in your voice.

The hand on your abdomen twitches, and he waits a long moment before speaking again.

"The men that summoned me before were pathetic. One asked for immortality, one asked for money and power, one wanted me to kill his wife and her lover. They were boring." Billy grabs the boxed meal and places it in your hands. You take your time opening it, listening to his words.

"You would think, eternal punishment meant that I would be helping people, making lives better, righting wrongs. Instead I was being summoned by the worst fucks of all."

You nod along to his words, taking a bite of the delicious chicken and rice he'd gotten you.

"And you killed them?" You ask, curiously.

"Yeah." You can hear the smile in his voice and the sound of his bliss from such a sinister topic should not make your body this warm.

"I like killing. I like taking powerful men by the necks and making them piss themselves in fear."

You gasp in disbelief.

"I'm a demon of wrath, mistress. There's nothing I love more than serving vengeance."

When your meal's finished and your pain's all gone, you tuck your shirt back into your skirt and take your time righting your clothes so that you can resume your work.

Billy saunters up behind you, under the pretense of helping you. He smooths some of the wild strands of your hair away from your face.

"I'm also a demon of something else." He says, leaning into you so that you're wrapped in his smoky scent.

"Yeah? What else?" You ask, looking down to smooth over your skirt.

You don't expect him to lean in, hover his lips over your ear precariously and whisper one word.

The word he utters forces you to press your thighs together, body aching for the release its been denied since the start of your cycle. The deep timbre of his voice makes your brain imagine dangerous scenarios of being locked tight in his embrace, with no hope or want of escape.

Your mouth parts, and you look up at him, catching the way his eyes move down to your lips.

"Call my name if you need me." He whispers before he disappears into air with a hint of purple.

You let out a long sigh, shaking your head before getting back into work mode, trying your hardest to ignore the echoes of his voice in your head.

"Lust."

You've discovered that living with an emotional support demon requires a bit of ground rules. Naturally, it's not easy having someone in your space, and rules are always a good way to establish boundaries.

The very first rule you'd made with Billy, was that he was not allowed on your work outside of lunch time, unless there was an emergency and you needed him. You discovered early on, that Billy had the ability to be invisible to everyone around beside you, and it was difficult to ignore his comments during meetings.

"I think this man wants to fuck you, mistress. Shall I kill him?"

You whip around to look at Billy, earning a confused glance from your coworker. You stiffen with realisation and turn back to the table slowly. A minute passes where you look at your boss and nod along to his words.

"Yes, he definitely wants to fuck you. I can have him dead in seconds from natural causes. Blink once for yes."

You freeze. Keeping your eyes as wide open as possible, your heart jumping in fear.

You hear him rise, and come to stand directly behind you. Your eyes begin to sting.

"Oh? Was that a blink?" He teases in your ear, and you finally realise that he's just joking with you. You let out a sigh of relief, your eyes watering when you finally blink.

"Relax mistress," he whispers, and you resist the urge to grind your hips into the chair beneath you. "I was only joking."

His 'joke' meant you had to sit through the rest of the meeting with your panties uncomfortably damp.

Lust personified, wrath incarnate, you could imagine what that would mean for anyone lucky enough to spend a night with him. Too bad you were too afraid of the intimacy, only comfortable with the thoughts of him to get you off.

Which brings you to the second rule. He had to leave you alone in your apartment for two hours every day. Some days you'd use the time to just laze around, take a nap, watch TV. Other times you would tug your vibrator out of the special place at the back of your drawer and rid yourself of all the sexual frustrations of the past few days.

With William Asmodai Russo around, you were using the sodding toy more than usual. Thinking about his hair and his lips and his wicked grin. That time you accidentally walked in on him in the shower and had gotten the best view of your life. The way the droplets of water had raced down his naked torso, the way his cock had looked- soft- but still so tempting.

The way your tongue aches to trace the muscles of his biceps, the tendons in his neck, that one beautiful vein that pops out when he's focused. The way his tail wrapped around your thigh that one time you slept beside him. Maybe if you were naked, his tail could have drifted higher... touched you...

Your eyes snap open when the vibrations stop.

You sit up in bed, giving the small vibrator a little shake. You'd just charged it.

You turn it off, and back on and nothing.

A small huff of frustration, and you throw your body back in bed, groaning.

So, your vibe had stopped working. It had been a few days since then, and orgasms had become a gentle fleeting memory to you.

The very worst thing is that you'd accidentally walked in on Billy exploring porn on your TV.

You'd awoken in the night to strange high pitched moans, that your sleepy brain had mistaken for screams. Barging out of your room, you worry that Billy was killing someone in your living room.

Only to find-

Well, to find a six foot tall demon, naked as the first day you met him, stroking his very, very large cock on your couch.

"Oh my god!" You'd gasped, turning away when everything had finally clicked in your sleepy head.

"Is everything okay, mistress?"

"You- you're naked on my couch watching porn!" You peek a look at him to see that he's turned to look at you, but has made no attempt to pause the screen or cover himself.

"I thought someone was screaming." You gasp. He turns back to look at the screen, a tilt of his head.

"I suppose she is screaming, it's quite annoying, I drowned it out until now." He takes a breath, turning back to look at you, your hands covering your eyes.

"Do you sound like that, mistress?"

"What? N-no? That's- her moans are exaggerated."

Billy looks back at the screen, another tilt of his head.

"Why?"

How is this conversation happening?

"Why don't I leave you be and we'll talk about this tomorrow-"

"No." Billy interjects, "Tell me now."

You press your head to the wall in embarrassment.

"Her moans are designed to enhance male pleasure. The entire video is made to play into male fantasies, things men find attractive and want to see."

He doesn't say anything, but the volume of the TV decreases till it's no more than background noise.

"Oh. So there are better ones out there, then?"

This was actual hell.

"Depends on what you like."

"What about what you like?"

"I would like. To go back to sleep. And forget this ever happened."

"Please? I'd really like to learn."

You had a soft spot for him saying please and you think he knows that.

"Fine," you sigh, knowing you're going to be a million times more sexually frustrated after this.

"Put some pants on."

"Done." He says, and you can hear the leashed excitement in his voice.

You turn back to him, and sure enough he's got pants on his lower half. You try not to focus too much, worried you'll see the outline of his very, very big-

Get a hold of yourself, you say mentally.

You sit at the end if the couch, a decent space between you, trying to focus as best as possible.

You reach for the remote, scrolling back to the menu, explaining some of the genres to him. You try to keep your voice steady and informative, showing him some more amateur videos with much more realistic and genuine reactions.

When you catch sight of something especially erotic, you swallow, heart pounding in your chest and you try to move along without stopping.

"What about that one?" Billy asks beside you, and you hope he's not pointing at the video that just made your lower regions pulse.

You hum curiously.

"Which one."

"Here-" he says, sliding his body closer to you, his hand brushing yours as he takes the remote.

Sure enough, he clicks the exact video you'd been eyeing.

His arm is on the back of the couch behind your head, his body pressed lightly into your side as the video plays.

The build up is a bit slow, and you can't help but acknowledge that the height difference between the actors on screen is very similar to the height difference between you, and the sinful demon beside you.

They move with a passionate rush on screen, tearing at each other's clothes. You let out a swift rush of air when the guy dips his head to lave his tongue over the woman's nipples.

Billy doesn't give a fuck about what's happening on screen. He's too busy looking at you in his peripherals. He doesn't think you realise that you've got your bottom lip trapped between your teeth, your hands curled into fists in your lap.

"This is quite nice, mistress. Thank you." He says.

Your eyes dart to his, and he watches your eyes drift to his lips.

"It's no problem, Billy." Your voice shakes.

You're both distracted by loud slaps on screen. She's riding him, and lifts one hand to slap him across the face.

You hear Billy let out a low hum of appreciation, and you think the sexual frustration is going to kill you.

You watch the man on screen manhandles his costar onto her back, grinning at her as he begins railing her into the bed. A rough hand on her cheek and a gruff command to open her mouth.

You don't think you can watch any more as you watch the man dribble saliva into his co-star's mouth. You jerk to a stand.

"Okay, have fun, I'll answer any questions you have tomorrow, goodnight."

Billy doesn't get a word in before you've skittered away like a frightened mouse.

The corner of his mouth lifts.

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urmommies--girl · 2 years

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Oohh imagine having 2 seperate hook up buddies and they don’t know about each other until one walks in on you fucking the other and it turns in to a messy threesome with a load of degrading and roughness (Darkling/Bekker, Sirius/Remus, Cap/Bucky, like idc who it is but imagineee) -🐸

A//N: THIS ISNT EXACTLY IT BUT I HAD THIS AMAZING IDEA. SO A CROSSOVER FUCK BETWEEN ALEKSANDER AND GERALT LIKE HOLY SHIT. I LOVE 2AM BRAIN. I’M ALSO GETTING BILLY RUSSO AND FRANK CASTLE VIBES FROM THIS

Warnings: 18+ only, Smut, dom!Aleksander Morozova x dom!Geralt of Rivia x sub!reader, unprotected sex (wrap before you tap), breeding kink, heavy degradation, double penetration, crossovers, oral (m receiving), manhandling, anal, choking, brief knife/sword play, sensory deprivation??? (Aleksander clouding your vision with shadows), use of magic during sex, pain kink, mentions of blood, just a bunch of dark horny shit

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Black was all you could see but it wasn’t all you could feel. Hands travelled over your body, groping your breasts and kneading the flesh of your ass before traveling to your neck.

“Be a doll and let us use you how we please.” Aleksander’s hoarse voice travelled through your ears but you couldn’t see him through the thick cloud of shadow.

A cool metal slid through the valley of your breasts, sending a shiver up your spine.

Geralt roamed the smooth end of his sword along your stomach causing you to whine, “Please.” You sobbed as your bottom lip jutted out in a pout, “What do you want, princess?” The Witcher’s cool voice rung out as he pressed the sharp point of the sword into your flesh.

“F-fuck.” Your hips stuttered as your back arched off the bed.

A metallic clink reverberated through the room, followed by the sound of a zipper being undone. You squirmed nervously but froze when you felt a pair of hands on your waist— manhandling you onto all fours.

The discarded leather of Aleksander’s belt wrapped around your wrists, bounding them together behind your back.

You were still blinded by the ebony fog so you didn’t realise until it was cleared that Aleksander was preparing his cock at the entrance of your mouth.

“Who knew such a pretty girl could have such a dirty mouth.” He mused, causing both men to smirk sadistically as you squirmed around, eyes wide in fear, “Maybe a good face-fucking will fix that.”.

Aleksander forced your lips open and shoved his cock down your throat, encouraging a violent choke out of you. You tried to stabilise your self but the force his thrust unbalanced you, leaving it up to Geralt to keep you upright.

“Little bunny’s to pathetic to even suck cock.” He mused from behind you, dropping his own belt.

“Think she just needs a bit of encouragement. Isn’t that right, dove?” Aleksander hummed above you, lifting your chin to look you in the eyes. You gazed up at him with wide and pleading eyes.

Your silent plea was ignored as he began to thrust in and out of your mouth, enticing gags from you each time.

You were so enveloped at the feeling of Aleksander’s cock impaling your throat and trying to even your breaths that you hadn’t realised Geralt was preparing his own length against your ass.

You moaned loudly around the cock in your mouth as Geralt entered you in one clean thrust.

Both men groaned in satisfaction; Aleksander at the way your moans vibrated on his length and Geralt at the way your tight velvet walls clenched around him.

“Fuck. She’s squeezing me like a vice. Knew her ass would be tight.” You heard Geralt grunt as he thrusted his hips to yours, “You should feel her mouth. Feels like fucking heaven.” Said Aleksander as his hands tangled in your hair to force you further down on him.

They fucked you in tandem, Geralt slamming his hips to yours sending you choking on Aleksander’s cock.

“Shit. I’m gonna cum.” The man in front of you groaned, speeding up his pace. “Y’gonna swallow it all like a good girl?” He hummed, causing you to nod as best as your could.

Soon enough Aleksander was releasing his load down your throat, holding your all the way down until you swallowed it all.

He pulled off and your gasped for breath.

Geralt tugged at your bound arms as he arched your back into him, looking smugly at your fucked-out expression as he continued to rut his hips behind you, watching as your mouth formed an ‘O’ shape and moans spilled from your lips.

You were so caught up in the pleasure the Witcher was giving you that you hadn’t noticed Aleksander positioning himself in front of your weeping pussy.

Your eyes flicked to Aleksander as he entered your hole.

“Aleks-“ You gasped, clawing at your restraints, the dark haired male pulled you away from Geralt to capture your lips in a passionate kiss, “Such a wet fuckhole. S’this all for us?” He grunted, thrusting his hips.

You nodded desperately, “Yes- fuck- yes! All for you, please-“ You were cut off my a large hand coming behind you to attach to your neck and a finger slipping past your lips.

“Sluts don’t talk.” Geralt whispered into your ear.

Tears streamed down your face at the feeling of being full on both ends.

“These tears for us, pretty? Is it too much for you?” The taunting of Aleksander’s voice was heard from in front of you, you tried to speak only to have Geralt’s hand squeeze your neck tighter. “That’s right. Fucktoy’s don’t get opinions.” He mused.

You felt Geralt’s hips stutter and his cock twitch inside your ass, “Fuck. I’m gonna cum.” He groaned into your ear, you whined in response and tried to buck your hips against him, “You want that, bunny? You want my cum inside you?” Hummed the Witcher, you nodded desperately, “Mhm.” Was all you could manage as your mouth was still filled by his fingers.

Soon you felt the warm release spill into you as the white haired male’s hips stilled inside you.

As Geralt pulled out Aleksander continued to thrust relentlessly.

Aleksander’s hands found your hips to stop you from completely toppling onto him, he changed you position so you we on top of him, riding his cock. Although you had no energy you tried to buck your hips as best as possible to meet with Aleksander’s thrusts.

“Dirty little whore.” He cursed as he nipped the thin skin of your neck before increasing the pace of his thrusts.

You could feel Kirigan swell larger inside you causing your walls to instinctively clench around him, the tidal bliss beginning to bloom like a ring of fire inside your womb.

Sensing your nearing orgasm, Aleksander lifted your hips only to slam you back down on him, moving your body like it was putty.

“Your Witcher can’t breed you, can he?” He questioned with a smirk as he referred to Geralt, “but I can…I’m going to fill that womb with my seed,” He groaned as you cried out, begging him to let you release.

“Please Aleksander! I need it so bad! Please can I cum on your cock?” You practically yelled, desperate to get your own release.

“Go on. I wanna feel you clench around me.” He grunted, slamming you down at a vigorous pace. Your weeping cunt gave way as your juices spilled over his cock, milking Aleksander in the process, encouraging him to release within you.

The warm seed spilled deep inside you as Aleksander came with a loud groan, allowing you to finally fall on top of him, panting heavily.

You felt Geralt move behind you and whined but he soothed you with a large hand stroking down your spine. He removed your restraints and let your arms wrap around Aleksander.

“Good Girl.” He praised, kissing your forehead.

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stuckysdaughter · 3 years

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Kinktober 2021

Day 12 - Begging with Billy Russo

Summary: You and Billy went to an Anvil party together. Fancy clothes, a bit of champagne, and a bit of teasing. What could go wrong?

TW: 18+, explicit, smut, controlled orgasm

Taglist: @eginv-blog @rachlovesactors

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You and he had gone to one of the fancy corporate galas that he was practically required to have as CEO of Anvil. You didn’t love big crowds, but you’d put it aside for the chance to dress up and have a little fun with Billy.

He had gone across the room a little while ago to chat up some potential investors, and you had found a nice woman to talk to. You were absentmindedly sipping your champagne, not really paying attention to the conversation you were having. Your gaze wandered over to Billy, and you thought to yourself how handsome he looked in his suit. He happened to look over at that moment, and flashed you a cocky smile when he noticed you staring.

Deciding to have some fun with him, you raked your gaze over his body. When you finally dragged your eyes back up to his, you bit your lip, and shot him a wink. You turned on your heel and left after that. You knew he would follow you anyway.

You made it out into the hallway, and not a moment later were you tugged into a dark corner. Billy pressed you against the wall, and captured your lips in a passionate kiss. You could feel his erection already beginning to grow, and you knew your plan worked. He rested his hands on the wall on either side of your head, effectively pinning you in place.

“Move an inch and you won’t be coming tonight,” Billy growled in your ear.

“We’re really going to fuck here? What if someone sees us?”

Billy’s eyes grew darker. “What makes you think I’m going to fuck you tonight? For all that teasing, I don’t think you should be allowed to feel my cock tonight.”

You gasped lightly, and he smirked at the sound. He knew he had you right where he wanted you.

“Now be a good girl for me and take off your panties.”

You did as you were told, having a hard time stepping out of them in your heels. Billy took them from you, and stuffed them in his suit pocket. Your eyes widened, but before you could protest he kissed your lips again. The kiss was full of fire, and you felt your arousal growing with each second.

The next thing you knew, Billy stuffed a finger into your dripping heat. You moaned, desperately craving more of him in you. You rolled your hips against him, trying to get as much friction as you could.

“Please, Billy. I need more…”

He simply chuckled, and removed his finger. It was dripping with your juices, and he met your eye as he took it in his mouth and sucked it clean. God, you just wanted him to do that to you and then some.

“You want more, pretty girl? Alright, I can do that for you.”

You groaned as he inserted two fingers in you, and started pumping inside you. You buried your face in the crook of his neck, letting out small gasps. He slowly pushed in a third, and you thought that he might actually let you come. You could feel your orgasm approaching, the familiar coil in your stomach tightening.

“Fuck, Billy… ‘m close…”

He stopped his motions. “You won’t cum until I tell you to, understand?”

You hurriedly nodded, “Yes, I understand. I’ll be good. Just please let me cum.”

“Look at you, reduced to a whining mess with only my fingers. Now, be a good girl and hold it in for me.”

He began to pump inside you again, and he used his other hand to bring you closer to him, pulling you into a kiss. You ran your hands through his hair, and moved one down to palm his crotch. He let out a moan, but didn’t let himself get carried away. You were so close now, you could feel it. Billy felt your walls flutter underneath his touch, and he removed his fingers. You whined at the loss of him, feeling so empty. You were so close, just a moment more and your release would have come.

Once again, he licked his fingers clean, letting out a small groan at the taste. He stroked himself over his trousers, trying to relieve some of his own tension. He backed away from you, and a wolfish grin came over him.

“Get into the car, sweetheart. Wait for me there. I’ll be there shortly, to finish what we started.”

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THE END

Author's Notes: One more for my favorite Billy! This was fun to write, it may have gotten a bit away from me... Anyway, please like, reblog, and comment! Requests are open, please send them in! If you want to be added to the taglist, please let me know and I'll get you on it! I love you all so much! - Butterfly

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fluffyprettykitty · 2 years

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Pride, brown, dutiful, & country, for Brock Rumlow and Billy Russo? 👀

Congrats on your milestone again 💕💕 this is such a great idea, I love it

Pairing: Billy Russo x female reader x Brock Rumlow

Word Count: 1071 words

Outline: Billy is not particularly fond of his unique deal with Brock but he would do anything to make you happy.

A/N: So, this took a while to brainstorm alongside @alohastyles-x but finally I decided to go with pure filth and an interesting dynamic just for the thrill of it ;)

Warnings: swearing, oral sex (f + m receiving), daddy kink, spanking, spit play, pet names, dirty talk, double penetrative sex, roughness, nipple play, fingering, slight pain kink, cumshot, anal play.

Minors dni!

Main Masterlist ・❥・Sleepover Masterlist ・❥・ Billy Russo Masterlist

"Turn around."

Brock's commanding voice makes you leave Billy's cock with a pop, turning your attention to him.

"Yes, daddy?" You smile, saliva and cum dripping down your chin, and use your fingers to press the excess inside. Brock is slowly stroking his cock with a concentrated expression on his face.

"Suck." He commands and you know how to follow an order once you hear one. His cock is fat and girthy, pre cum already dripping. Billy comes up from behind while you begin to kitty lick Brock's cock with the tip of your tongue.

"Always coming second, Rumlow." Billy chuckles and lands a hard spank against your ass cheeks making you squirm while trying to wrap your lips around his cock.

"Not even close. You had her here all morning long. She looks completely unused. Not my fault if you don't know how to use her properly." You bop your head down his length, Brock's big hand wrapping around your head moving you along his cock, his hips pushing it deeper inside you.

"She's begging to get perfectly fucked. God, look at her. Look how she moves her ass for you." You are backing your ass for Billy, wiggling, and Billy is licking his lips before spanking you again causing you to gag on Brock's cock. Brock pulls your head away from his cock, saliva dripping down your face again and you look up to him with doe eyes.

"Billy doesn't know how to fuck you, little pet, he leaves you all neglected and needy. I think is time to show him. " He slaps your face with his dick before pushing you on the bed. Billy falls back on the bed and you climb on top of him.

The truth is that just five minutes ago he had cummed down your throat, fucking your face so devilishly and furiously when he had heard Broc pull up with his motorcycle. It was thrilling and exciting, this arrangement you had.

“Ride his cock.” Brock commands you and you begin to position your self.

Your pussy was wet and ready. You sink down on his cock, taking him in inch by inch, landing your hands on his chest. Brock comes from behind you and kisses your neck possessively. He didn't like sharing at all but you were Billy's girlfriend first. You knew very well what was coming next, Billy put his hands on your hips moving you slowly, lifting you a little up giving space to Brock.

Brock entered you from the back, their cocks so close to one another and the series of moans that left your lips sounded like the best symphony. Often they fucked you like this exhausting you by trying to outfuck one another. They were relentless, Brock was girthy and big, Billy was lengthy and it was easier for him to cum than Brock.

Slowly Brock adjusts his length inside you pushing you then on Billy's chest. With a smirk, he begins to fuck you hard pushing you on Billy who is trying his best to match his pace. You liked this game, sometimes you wondered if they wanted to fuck each other and you were just the vessel but most of the time you only cared about getting fucked open.

Brock's bicep wraps around your throat lifting you up and Billy follows suit fucking you back at the best of his abilities. Where Billy was gentle Brock was rough, where Brock was a menace Billy was delicate with you. Billy loved you, Brock just wanted to fuck you stupid. Getting lost in the pleasure and the sensation, allowing yourself to feel everything. It didn’t happen as often as you’d like. Unfortunately, they were both busy men.

You can feel Billy's head going to your breasts, darting out his tongue and licking your nipples, but Brock was moving you fast causing Billy to pull at your nipples. A little pain was always good, you liked it rough and dirty.

Once Billy moves his one hand to your pussy you begin to orgasm so beautifully and loud, your whole body shaking. That’s what one of the rules, being Billy’s girlfriend meant that he could make you cum whenever he wanted and Brock sometimes took offense to that. Brock slows down for a moment and then he pushes Billy down on the mattress and lifts you off his cock. He slips out of you and turns you around grabbing you by your hips and lifting you up against the wall.

Oh, he was pissed.

He buries his face between your thighs so fast and begins to suck at your oversensitive clit. He didn't like the fact that Billy had made you cum, not at all. Your thighs clench hard around his face and you watch as Billy comes closer to you, gently kissing your arms, your fingers buried inside Brock's short hair. The thing is that Billy had fucked your face so fast and rough earlier that had already made you so sensitive. Your pussy had been begging for some attention and you and Billy hadn’t had the chance to be intimate since the early morning.

It doesn't take you long to cum, hitting vocal highs you didn't know you had. It feels glorious until it doesn’t. Brock doesn't pull his face away no matter how much you push him away not until Billy shoves him off with both hands. You breathe out and Billy catches you holding you in his arms.

“I wanna cum on her face.” Brock commands and your boyfriend reluctantly helps you kneel down. Obediently you pull out your tongue and open your mouth wide like a puppy. Brock strokes his hard length with loud groans and he shoots his load on your face. You're happy, you love being used. You loved this game becoming their sex toy, their pet. Billy pets your hair sweetly and pats your head praising you for doing a good job. He knew this wouldn’t come from him.

"I will shower. Have her asshole ready for me when I return." Billy looked as if he wanted to murder him right there but your blissed-out face and your nodding made him reconsider.

By the time Brock was out of the shower Billy had you ready and stretched, your ass up in the air.

“Perfect. “ He says rubbing his hands together, his cock as hard as before.

“Let's get to business, Billy boy.”

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falcqns · 3 years

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Mute

Pairing: Chris Evans x Mute!Reader

Summary: You meet Chris for the first time and he doesn’t know you’re mute. All hell breaks loose.

Warnings: angst, chris being an accidental asshole, fluff, sebastian stan being protective

A/N: I based this on a dream I had, as well as my experience with being a selective mute from 2017-2020, and how I communicated and who I spoke verbally to. Hope you enjoy!

Sebastian was shocked when he met you in pre-production for the first post-endgame Marvel movie, and you didn’t speak, instead nodding and using hand gestures that he later deciphered to be sign language. He knew that you were fairly new to the industry, and so approached Joe Russo.

“Hey, Joe. I just had a question about the new girl, Y/N?” He asked, while watching you walk of with your PA next to you. “Sure, what’s up?” Joe responded.

Sebastian cleared his throat before continuing. “I tried talking to her a little bit, but she didn’t speak, instead she used sign language, and I just was wondering if you knew why? Just so I can be better prepared and know how to help her,”

Joe smiled at Sebastian’s request. Being the insanely caring person that Seb was, his question didn’t surprise him. “She’s a selective mute. She does talk, but it is only when she is acting, and she’s an amazing actor. She mentioned to me that she doesn’t speak verbally unless she is very close to the person and trusts them wholeheartedly, such as her family and best friends. Her PA is her best friend, and can help you communicate with her. But, other than that, just get to know her. She’ll probably open up to you.” Joe finished, before patting Seb on the back, and walking off to talk to some production people.

Sebastian looked in the direction that you had gone, and decided to talk to you. You may not communicate verbally with him, but he wanted to get to know you.

Over the next few weeks of pre-production, both Sebastian and Anthony got to know you, and both were insanely shocked when you performed your first scene with them. You delivered your lines like you had been talking all your life, and with the gravity of an experienced actor. They both congratulated you, and you signed “thank you” in response. If any one had any doubts about your skills as an actor before, they had fully dissipated.

When it had been announced that production would be moving to the UK, Seb approached you and Mackie with the idea of renting a place together. You had agreed instantly, glad that you wouldn’t be living on your own in a foreign country all alone, especially since Y/B/F/N couldn’t come along. Living with both boys was chaotic to say the least, but you wouldn’t trade it for the world. They gave you the biggest bedroom in the house, and began learning sign language so you wouldn’t have to carry your ipad everywhere for your text-to-speech app.

A few weeks in, you began to speak verbally to both boys. They were shocked when you spoke to them for the first time, but were insanely happy. Seb was almost in tears, recalling that you only spoke to those who you trusted whole heartedly. He had become insanely protective of you, and treated you like a sister, which you absolutely loved.

Everything was going great. That was, until Chris Evans showed up.

He had just finished filming his latest project, and decided to come and visit his two closest friends that he hadn’t seen in a few months. Mackie had mentioned that he was coming, and would be staying in the spare bedroom, and you foolishly assumed that he would tell Chris about your mutism.

But Mackie being Mackie, he didn’t. And neither did Seb, who also thought Mackie had told him.

You hid in your room when Chris arrived, not ready to face him at that point. You ventured out just after dinner time, and grabbed a plate of food before retreating back into your safe haven with the cover of working on an assignment that you had told to Seb. They bought it, and you and Chris made eye contact and shared a wave before you disappeared from sight.

A few days later is when all hell broke loose.

Chris seemed to have a habit of searching you and Seb out. It started off with him walking into our bedroom while Seb was talking to you, and admiring how you’d decorated the place. Yo gave him a small shy smile, which he returned, although there was a hint of confusion written all over his face. Then, you were asking Sebastian for clarification on the Romanian lines that you were supposed to speak the next day, when Chris wandered in to the kitchen. He noticed how you instantly fell silent, and whispered a thank you to Sebastian before you scurried past him. How watched your back retreat, and sighed, but grabbed his the beer he came for before walking into the living room.

It was later that night that you had decided that you wanted to talk to Chris. You hadn’t known him very long, but you felt very safe around him, and everyone had told you how trustworthy he was. You had spent the last 30 minutes hyping yourself up in the mirror before walking out on a journey to find him. You heard his voice floating from the kitchen, and as you got closer, your heart instantly broke.

“I just don’t get what her problem is with me.” You heard Chris say. Another voice, Seb, responded.

“Chris, I don’t think she has a problem with you,”

Chris scoffed. “Yes she does. Why else would she not talk to me, and rush out of a room quicker than she entered when I walk in? She has a huge problem with me. I don’t know why she thinks that just because she got a part in a movie that she can walk around all high and mighty, but I’ve done nothing to her. She’s being a bitch,”

You heard Seb exclaim and start to defend you, but you didn’t stay to listen to what he said, instead running back to your room in tears, your confidence shattered. You grabbed your iPad and apple pencil, and began to draw, an activity that let you communicate your feelings. You wanted to show Chris that you didn’t hate him, and that you didn’t think more of yourself just because you got a part in a movie.

You finished it right before dinner, and kept it in your grip tightly when Mackie called you down for dinner. Your heart fluttered in your chest as you made your way down the stairs, but your face fell, and eyes welled up with tears when you saw Chris wasn’t there.

“Is Chris coming to dinner?” You asked Seb, and he shook his head no sadly.

“No. He’s not in the best mood, but dont worry, he’ll be fine.” He said, as he grabbed his plate.

“Oh, okay.” You said, your voice coming out shaky. You looked down at the ipad in your hands, before walking out the kitchen. Seb followed behind you. Just before you reached the stairs, he gripped your arm, causing you to turn around.

“What’s wrong?” He asked sincerely, and you couldn’t hold back the tears.

“I-I heard h-him talking about m-me earlier,” You whispered, and Seb cursed before pulling you into a hug.

“You heard him,” He said. You nodded before speaking again.

“I drew him a picture and I wanted to give it to him to show that what h-he said wasn’t t-true, and that I’m actually a huge fan of his,” You sobbed into his chest. Seb didn’t move, but waited for your tears to subside, before walking with you upstairs.

“He’ll come around. He had a rough night, although that doesn’t excuse his behaviour. I’ll talk to him, okay?”

You nodded, and curled up in bed. “Do you want me to bring you up some dinner?” Seb asked, and you nodded again, before telling him what you wanted.

He left the room, and came down the stairs. he plated the food that you wanted, and grabbed a water bottle out of the fridge.

“What happened?” Anthony asked from the dining room as Seb passed.

“She heard what Evans said, and she’s heartbroken. I’m bringing her dinner, and then I’m gonna talk some sense into that motherfucker.”

“Good, he needs it.” Anthony agreed, watching as Seb walked away.

Seb dropped the food off to you, before walking across the hall to Chris’s room. He answered after the first knock.

“What’s up?”

“First of all, you’re a grade A asshole, and second of all, you need to go apologize to Y/N.” Seb said, anger bubbling in his voice.

“Why? She hates me, I’ve done nothing to her to-“ Chris began before Seb interrupted him.

“SHE DOESN’T HATE YOU!” He exclaimed. “She’s selectively mute, that’s why she doesn’t speak to you! She’s a huge fan of you. She’s in her bedroom, right now, heartbroken, because she heard you talking about her.” Seb finished, his hand pointing at your bedroom door.

Chris felt his heart sink. “Why does she talk to you, but not me?”

Seb sighed. “She only talks to people she trusts a lot, and you met her yesterday. Of course she’s not gonna talk to you right away, and now I’m afraid she never will because you talked bad about her. She drew you a picture in hopes that you would understand that she didn’t hate you, but you broke her heart even more by not showing up at dinner. Now, go and fix it or will not hesitate to call your mother.” Seb finished, before walking away.

Chris sat back down on his bed in disbelief. He’d fucked up, and he didn’t know how to fix it. He thought back to Seb’s threat, before picking up his phone and calling his mom.

You had just finished another episode of Criminal Minds, when a knock came to your bedroom door. You dragged yourself out of bed, and opened the door to reveal Chris. You felt tears welling up in your eyes, and kept them locked on the floor, in fear that he was going to yell at you, and repeat his earlier statements to your face.

“I’m sorry,” Chris breathed out. “I didn’t mean to upset you.”

You slowly moved your eyes up to meet his, and he sucked in a breath when he saw your puffy eyes. “It’s ok.” You signed, and Chris shook his head no, before enveloping you into his arms.

He moved the two of your further into your bedroom, and shut the door behind him.

“It is NOT okay. In any way. I broke your fucking heart, Y/N. I have no excuse for what I said, and I want to make it up to you. Will you let me do that?” He asked, his face buried into the hair atop your head. You nodded and he pulled away from you. You grabbed your ipad, opened up your text to speech app, and typed in a sentence.

“Do you want to watch a movie with me?”

Chris nodded, and smiled, his thumb brushing over your cheek. “Of course. You pick.”

You led him over to the bed, and got in, and he climbed in the opposite side. You picked up the remote, and chose the movie “Swat: Under Siege”. Chris wrapped an arm around your shoulders, and pulled you close to him. You cuddled into his chest as the movies opening scene began to play.

About halfway through the movie, Chris tilted your chin up to look at him.

“I really am sorry. I hate that I said what I did. I just- Seb had told me all about you, and I had seen some of the leaked pictures from set, and all I wanted to do was impress you. When I thought you hated me, I couldn’t handle it, and I lashed out. I’m so so sorry about that.” He said, his thumb teaching over your cheekbone once more. “Also, Seb told me that you drew me a picture? Can I see it?” And you nodded.

You unlocked your ipad and opened the drawing app, clicking on the most recent one, before handing the device over to Chris.

His breath caught in his throat while he looked down at the picture you had drawn of him.

“T-that is amazing,” He said, tears coming to his eyes at the picture that you worked so hard to make of him. “You’re even more amazing than I thought.” He finished. “Thank you,” You signed, before thinking of a question.

You grabbed your iPad once more, and typed into your app.

“Why did you want to impress me?” Chris smiled at the sound of the robotic voice coming from the device.

“I was drawn to you. I dont know what is was, but I couldn’t get you off my mind. I had searched and searched to find another tv or movie you had been in, but nothing came up, and I was so shocked that you got such a big part right off the bat. But I was also insanely excited to see you perform. And when Seb and Mackie told me I could come and stay for a while, I was ecstatic to be able to get to know you, and that’s when I realized that I liked you.”

Your breath caught in your throat at his words. Did Chris Evans really just admit to having a crush on you?

“Now, I understand if you dont like me back, but I had to get that off my chest, especially since I just broke your heart.” Chris said, his eyes focused on the tv to not meet your gaze. You gave him a small smile, but grasped his chin into your hand, and drew his lips into a soft and tender kiss.

He let out a breathy moan, and pulled you closer. His lips travelled from your lips, and all over your face, amking you let out a giggle. He started laughing too, and pulled away. “I’m guessing this means that you like me too?” He asked, and you nodded immediately.

He smiled, and grasped your hand in his. “Well then, can I take you on a date?”

You took a deep breath, and opened your mouth. “Yes.”

Chris’s eyes immediately welled up with tears and he pulled you in for another kiss.

“You spoke to me,” He whispered when he pulled apart, a few tears rolling down his face.

You shrugged and gave him a smile.

“I trust you wholeheartedly.”

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So you can't even come up with an original story now, you're just rewriting old ones with different characters? Your shit writing is just getting shittier. Congrats!

You mean rewriting

Into

For a friend? Yeah, I did that. Suck it, asshat.

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I’ll Take Care of You, Chapter 15: Ask Me

I’m so sorry this has taken me a while. I struggled writing something I liked but I think this chapter will be okay. Mostly smut, but some plot advancement. You know how it goes ;) No preview, completely NSFW under the cut lmao

Posted on my ao3 as well :)

Pairing: Billy Russo x Fem!Nurse!Reader

Chapter Summary: sexy times to make up for Billy’s behaviour

Warnings: 18+!!!!! Swearing, smut, PIV, no condoms (silly IRL), oral/hand (m receiving)

Words: 2.4k

Masterlist ~~ Chapter 14

Billy dumped you on the bed and pushed his briefs down. “I’ve missed your little cunt.”

“You just had it!”

“No, I’ve missed fucking it raw.”

You let out a groan. Fuck. You trailed your hand down your stomach but Billy interrupted you before you could touch your clit.

“Don’t you dare. That’s for me.”

You groaned indignantly. “I need you now, Billy.” You pouted at him.

“Where?”

“Inside me!”

He tugged on his cock a few times. “Good girls ask for what they want.”

You groaned again. “Billy, please…” you pouted up at him innocently. “Will you fuck me? Want you so bad.”

“Yeah, baby girl?” his hand was still working his cock.

“Mm hmm. Want your cock, please.”

Billy got on top of you on the bed and kissed you possessively. You wrapped your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist. You felt him rub his cock through your folds.

“Inside me, please.” You begged again.

You let out a noise somewhere between a gasp and a sigh as he entered you.

You felt Billy’s tongue on your neck before he whispered in your ear. “Happy now?”

You nodded, weaving your fingers through his hair. “Yes. Mm, fuck me, baby.” You pleaded. You planted one foot on the bed and rocked your hips into his.

“So needy tonight.” He said, looking down at you with a smirk. He indulged you though, and began thrusting.

You did feel super needy. After a few minutes of Billy fucking you, you pushed at him. “I wanna ride you.”

“Yeah? Okay, baby girl. You can ride my cock.”

He pulled out and dropped to his back. You climbed on him immediately, delicately taking his cock in your hand to guide it into your pussy. You braced your hands on his stomach and ground your clit against his pubic bone for a minute before Billy squeezed your ass and you starting bouncing on his dick.

You rode Billy’s cock until your legs tired out before he pushed you down and fucked you from behind. You came a few minutes before he was ready, a moaning mess as your hands clawed at the bed. You were still able to take his rough thrusts for a few minutes before he pulled out and coated your folds in his cum. He pushed two of his fingers into you, then swiped them through your folds.

“Taste us together, baby girl.” He said, bringing his fingers to your lips.

You sat up and took his hand in both of yours and opened your mouth for him. You pulled his long digits into your mouth and closed your lips around them with a moan.

“So fucking good,” he encouraged you.

You cleaned his fingers with your tongue, Billy waited patiently until you were done sucking on him. You pulled off his fingers and he took your chin in his hand and kissed you, letting his tongue sweep into your mouth.

“Shower?” he asked when he pulled away.

You nodded. Billy carried you into your shower and remained with you, helping to wash your sweaty skin. You returned the favor, peeling away the bandage over his knife wound and checking it. It looked like it was already starting to heal, so that was good.

When you were finished and dry, you put a new bandage on Billy. When you were done, you curled up on your double mattress together, neither of you bothering with clothes.

Now, you were snuggling in Billy's arms while he lay on his back, the lights off and a soft glow coming from behind the curtains from the city night lights. It was the weekend, and tomorrow was your last day off before your new rotation, so Billy said he’d stay the night.

You kissed his neck. “I did mean what I said earlier. I want you to meet my friend.”

“Yeah?”

You ran your hand across his chest.

“Yeah. She knows about you, and I think it would be cool if you could meet.”

“Well, I don’t know anything about her. But I’d love to meet your friend.” Billy kissed your forehead.

You pushed up on your elbow excitedly and looked down at him. “Really?”

He chuckled. “Sure, little lady.”

You beamed, running your fingers over his beard. “Yay!”

He laughed his amazing laugh. “You’re adorable.”

You blushed. “Whatever. But to what you said, we don’t really know any of each other’s friends.”

Billy’s jaw clenched briefly. “I guess that’s true. I don’t have too many… not after Frank died.”

You felt like you couldn’t move. He had actually opened up to you. You didn’t know what to say or how to react. You gently cupped his jaw. He gave you his big, dark puppy dog eyes.

You leaned down and softly kissed his cheek. “You don’t have to explain anything, Billy.”

He sighed deeply. “Thank you, Y/N. Just… not quite ready yet.”

“That’s okay.” You said sincerely.

He cradled the back of your head and pulled it back to rest on his chest. You slung your arm across him and gave his pec a few kisses.

His fingers wove into your hair and he began to massage your scalp. You’d always dreamed of this bliss, and now you were doing it with the man of your dreams. You smiled and held him tight. With Billy’s fingers in your hair, you had managed to fall asleep in no time.

***

When you woke up, your eyes met Billy’s dark ones as the sun began to shine through your curtains.

He licked his lips. “You’re so beautiful when you’re sleeping. So peaceful.”

You smiled lazily at him. “Oh yeah?”

He nodded.

“Are you hungry?”

“Not for breakfast.” You felt his hard cock against your thigh.

You giggled. “Not satiated after last night?”

“I could never have enough of you.”

You bit your lip shyly.

Billy moved and buried his face in your chest. His voice was muffled. “You drive me fucking crazy.”

You moved your hand under the covers and wrapped it around Billy’s cock.

He moaned, and his mouth latched on to one of your nipples. You sighed as he began suckling on it, unintentionally gripping his cock tighter. He grunted.

You lowered your voice. “I make you crazy, baby?” His cock twitched. You quickly swiped your hand between your legs and gathered some of the slick that had already started to pool with attention to your tits. You wrapped your fist around him again and began to jack him off.

“Mmm.” Billy agreed around your breast. One of his hands came up to grab onto your other one. He squeezed it.

“Do you want me to keep using my hand? Or do you want my mouth?” You rubbed your thumb over the weeping tip. “Or maybe you want my pussy?”

Billy released your nipple. He kissed up your neck. “What do you want, little lady?”

Heat bloomed in your chest. You honestly didn’t care; you just wanted to pleasure him. “Whatever you want.”

Billy gave a low, sexy chuckle. He licked over your pulse point. “I want your mouth, baby girl.”

You pushed at his shoulders and he lay beside you on his back. You shoved the covers away and kissed down Billy’s chest and stomach until you were face to face with his beautiful cock. You gave it a quick peck before you pushed your hair out of your face and licked a long stripe up the underside. You watched Billy’s press his head back into the pillow as you took his cock in your mouth.

You gagged a little when your lips with flush with his pelvis, but did your best to relax your jaw and throat.

“Fuck, baby girl. Look at you, taking me all the way. Such a good little girl.” You felt arousal seep out of you at his praise.

You massaged his balls with one hand and swept the other over his abs, before you slowly raised your head. You took your entire mouth off him and pumped a few times in your hand. You made sure Billy watched as you collected some saliva and let it dribble out of your mouth and coat his cock.

“Fuck, that’s so hot.” He groaned.

You pumped him in your hand for a few more seconds before you took him back between your lips and started bobbing your head.

One of Billy’s hands fisted your hair as you sucked him off, and you felt a tingle in your clit every time he pulled a little too hard. You could feel his hips starting to strain.

“Let me fuck your mouth, baby girl,” he said. “Please.”

You nodded around his cock, then stilled your head when he cupped both sides and started thrusting his hips up. You couldn’t help but moan, and you knew that would push him over the edge. Your fingers gripped the sheet tight as you let Billy use your mouth. A few moments later, he shoved your face down to take his cock all the way before he twitched and you felt hot spurts of his cum down your throat.

You couldn’t take the sensation, pulling his hands away from your head and lifting your mouth off his cock before he was spent. Some of his cum landed on his dick and pelvis, and when you swallowed what you had in your mouth you ducked back in to clean his cock and wherever else his cum landed. Billy smoothed his hand through your hair as you cleaned him up.

“Such a good girl, I missed your mouth.”

You licked the length one more time before you crawled back up his deflated body and cuddled into his chest. His arms encircled you and he kissed the top of your head.

“You’re amazing.” He panted.

You smiled, but he couldn’t see. You merely kissed his neck.

“Since I had your mouth, does that mean your pussy is off the table?”

You laughed. “Seriously?”

“Tell me I can have your pussy.” He demanded in your hair.

“Nice boys ask for what they want.” You said, pushing up to look down at him.

Billy licked his lips. “Who said I was nice?” He grabbed your ass and flipped you onto your back.

***

Now it was your turn to make breakfast. You had thrown on your little silk robe and Billy had on the sweats he had loaned you and left at your place when he left the other morning.

You shyly asked if pancakes were okay and Billy nodded. “I love pancakes.” He kissed you on the cheek before he went and sat down at your table.

“So, when are you free this week? I want to set up a time for you to meet my friend.”

“I’ll have to take a look at my schedule for sure, but I think Wednesday or Thursday is probably fine.”

“Okay. I’m on nights Wednesday. So we could do an early dinner or lunch. And I’m off Thursday so we could do then.”

“Whatever works, baby girl.”

“Okay. I’ll get in touch with her and then let you know?”

“Mm hmm.”

“Okay.”

You were excited and nervous for Billy to meet your bestie. She was so supportive of you, but you knew that meant she would probably be skeptical of Billy, especially with all of the not so good things you’d told her about him.

“D’you think she’ll like me?” He asked, as if he could hear your thoughts.

“Probably. You’re pretty charming, and I know you know that.” You looked over your shoulder at him with a smirk, and he was wearing one of his own. “She might grill you, in all honesty.”

“Oh? And why’s that?”

“Because you’re my boyfriend, Billy.” You emphasized the word you’ve never used before. “And she’s my best friend. She wants what’s best for me. She’s known me since college.”

“Fair enough. I hope she’ll see how much I care about my little girlfriend.”

You grinned and sauntered over to him. You ran your fingers through his hair and tilted his head up for a kiss.

“Your what?” you asked when your lips separated.

Billy smiled, glancing at your lips before his eyes flicked back to yours. “My beautiful, smart, sexy girlfriend.”

You hummed. “I like the way that sounds.”

“Me too.” He grinned.

You kissed him once more, slowly, before you went to flip the pancakes.

Breakfast was nice and relaxing. You didn’t want to make Billy mediocre coffee, so you suggested going out for one.

Billy scratched the back of his head. “I think I’d rather go in fresh clothes.”

“Oh. I guess that’s a good idea.” He had been in his work clothes last night, and after your “walk of shame” home (in Billy’s driver’s car) that one day, you understood why he wanted fresh clothes. “You could keep some clothes here, if you’d like. For... situations like this.” You smiled mischievously at him.

He grinned devilishly back. “You’d clear out a drawer for me, little lady?”

“Mm hmm.”

“That’s very sweet. I might just have to take you up on that. I quite enjoy waking up beside you. I can do the same, if you’d like. Even though you looked super cute in these.” He pulled at the sweats that hung dangerously low around his waist.

You blushed a little. “I’d like that very much.”

“Then, it’s done.”

You wrapped your arms around his neck and he met your lips for a kiss.

“I will get a coffee with you, though.” He said when he pulled away. “If you come back to my place to let me get a fresh set of clothes.”

“You don’t have to, Billy.”

“I want to. I’d like to spend the rest of the day with you, if that’s okay?”

“You’re asking me if that’s okay?” You looked at him, a little in awe. “That’s more than okay.”

“Yeah?”

You nodded. “I missed you those days when you weren’t talking to me.” You ran your fingers down his spine.

He tucked some hair behind your ear. “I know. I want to try to make up for it.”

“Well, I’d love to have you all to myself for the day.”

“Good. Go pack a bag of clothes and we can set up a drawer for you in my dresser, little lady.”

You felt an excitement blossom in your chest. “Okay.”

Despite how shitty the last few days had been, things had certainly turned around and you felt like you and Billy were in such a good place. It made you feel so happy. Billy made you so happy. You hoped your friend liked him as much as you did.

Author’s note: what a fluffy little ending 😌

d-don’t make me beg for reblogs again 😿

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Chapter 16

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Bad Days - Good Days

Billy Russo x Reader

Hello honey! 🤍🥺 could you please make a comfort billy russo x reader ? I really need it this days! Thanks for reading this 🤍🥺 hope you are well!!

This one is for my incredibly sweet @ainhoabarnes . 🥰

Anything for you darling. I hope you like it darling. love you!💖💖

Authors note: I apologize in advance for grammar mistakes

English isn’t my native language.

Let me know if you want to be tagged.

Requests are open. Feel free to send them in.

Warning: mentions of killing, fluffy one

Words: 925

You had an absolute awful day. First you overslept, which is the reason you had to stay longer today, meaning date night with Billy is cancelled. Then one of your colleges spilled this coffee on you which sucked even more because you had no spare clothes in your car or in your locker. So after running around the whole day in dirty clothes, smelling like a walking cappuccino you were finally free. Once you reached you car you saw that you had a flat tire. You bend down to take a closer look and noticed that it is slashed. You took a deep breath and called a cab instead of Billy because you didn't want to worry him. And as if your day wasn’t worse enough it stared to rain, so when the cab arrived you were soaked.

’’That bad?’’ Billy asks as you enter your shared apartment. He knew about the reason why the reason you could’t go out tonight and the coffee but not about the car.

’’Wow what happened to you baby? he asks as he sees you standing there completely soaked.

’’You don’t wanna know.’’ you answer sounding rather defeated.

’’Who do I have to kill sweetheart?’’ he asks as he opens his arms for a hug. You hesitate not wanting to get him wet too.

’’I’m not made of sugar Y/n. Come here!’’ he says with a soft smile and you give in.

’’To answer your question - No-one but thanks for the offer I appreciate it Russo.’’ you say laughing.

’’Theres that beautiful smile.’’

’’Wait let me rethink that. How about the prick that slashed my tire.’’

’’Wait seriously? Wow today’s obviously not your day darling. I’ll call someone to take care of your car. You go and take a hot shower and get some dry and comfy clothes. In the meantime I’ll order dinner for the two of us.’’ he suggests and you nod and give him a kiss.

30 minutes later

Once you’re done you you go back into the living room where Billy is lighting up some candles.

He moved his couch away and covered the floor with pillows and blankets.

’’You’re amazing you know that?!’’ you say softly with tears any our eyes.

’’Yeah I guess you told me once or twice since we’ve been together.’’ he jokes.

’’I mean it Billy.’’ you reply.

’’Go and get comfortable. I’ll go and get the food.’’

As soon as you found a comfortable position to sit he hands you your plate. Billy ordered your favorite dish which also happens to be your comfort food.

’’Thank you babe.’’

’’No problem.’’

The two of you watch TV and eat in silence. Once you’re done Billy takes the plates away and you lay down on your side and cover yourself with your favorite fluffy blanket.

When Billy returns he stops and smiles.

’’You alright there?’’

’’I will be as soon as you join me babe. I desperately need cuddles.’’ you reply and Billy lays down next to you. He wraps his arms around you from behind and pulls you into his chest before pressing a kiss onto your head.

’’Better?’’

’’So much better.’’

’’I’m glad my darling’’

’’Thank you Billy.’’ you say as you turn around in his arms to be able to look at him.

’’Thank you for being an amazing boyfriend. Thank you for taking care of me, for always being there for me but most importantly for loving me Billy. I’ve never felt more loved or taken care of before. You’re so busy with Anvil and still you’re there for me and pamper me like tonight. You have no idea how much I appreciate you for that. I don’t know how you do it but you manage to turn every shitty day into something special. I couldn’t be more thankful to have someone as amazing as you in my life William Russo. Do you hear me you’re the best thing that happened to me. I love you.’’ you say while caressing his cheek softly.

’’I should be the one thanking you for putting up with me. I know I’m not an easy person to be with but you choose to be with me and that means everything to me. You mean everything to me. Nothing is more important to me than your wellbeing. I wasn’t kidding earlier about the killing you know?! I’d do it , in a heartbeat. I’d burn the whole city down just to make sure you’re safe and sound. I love you. I love you so much Y/n it scares me sometimes. You make me feelings I’ve never felt before in my entire life. You’ve changed me, in a good way. I wont ever let you go you hear me? I’ll make you Mrs. Billy Russo in the future. That’s a promise.’’

’’Was that a proposal?’’ you ask him

’’Woman is that all you just got out of my speech? No it was not. You deserve more than that little speech there and I don’t have a ring. There won’t be a proposal without a proper ring for my girl. And now stop asking questions and kiss me.’’ he says giving you the brightest smile and you give in and kiss him softly.

’’I love you Billy’’

’’I love you too baby, so much. Try and get some sleep. Tomorrow everything will be better. I promise my love.’’ he says while caressing your back softly. Soon after that you’re happily asleep in the arms of the love of your life.

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