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icannotbetrustedalone · 2 years ago

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"Big dick Russo" a laught at that, how inappropriate, lady, control your cunt I'm speaking to me

Oh no sweetness 💔 :( that's sad, feeling like you've lost yourself. Don't worry I'm pretty sure things will go better once you get with Big dick 😌 not magicaly but it'll be a start

Billy worrying if he had come off too strong is cuuuuute the Big black cat cares ♥️ And I do feel like him being less of a workdriven person would do good on him

Those friends are so great omg Yeeeees girls, convince her to text him !!

That dream, that freaking dream I don't have the words Billy just here :) Oh that's great keep going :)

HIM SEEING HER AND HER WANTING HIM TO DFVFRCYXEVUBOJ If she doesn't have a dildo in the futur Chelsea I swear to my cats I'll found you

What a duo of dumbass, I love them

Teeth

Part 4!

Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3

Werepanther! Billy Russo x Female Reader

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

Warnings: heavy voyeurism, smut, hints of angst.

B.Russo.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You sigh, putting your phone down.

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

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

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

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

He was probably just extending a courtesy to you anyway.

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

Fuck. Had he come on too strong?

He rubs a tired hand over his face, exhausted.

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

His phone rings.

Fuck.

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

He blinks, realises how insane his thoughts are.

He didn't know the first thing about you.

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

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

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

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

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

You watch her, as you close the front door.

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

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

You grin.

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

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

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

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

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

This was his house, you realise with abject facination.

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

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

"Big dick Russo?"

You smile.

"Yeah, him."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She nods in understanding.

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

You smile, nodding.

"No more surprise birthday parties for me."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Your mouth goes dry.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You let out a little huff.

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

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

You are not smiling.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Your body calls out to him, empty, aching.

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

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

He says your name, a whispered prayer.

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

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

"And I'm not going anywhere."

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

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

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

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

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

He isn't expecting it.

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

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

But no.

There you are.

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

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

You were playing with yourself.

His heart hammers in his head, the predator roars.

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

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

What were you thinking about? Was it him?

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

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

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

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

Billy smiles.

#werepanther!billy russo #teeth #billy russo #billy russo x reader #monster!billyrusso #chelsea #rec

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infcstissumam · 7 years ago

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| GENERAL ;;

NAME: Dante.Vilmar. ( Papa II was never given a last name as both his biological mother and father had completely given up their right to individual names for their positions. )

ALIAS/NICKNAME(S): Papa Emeritus the Second, Papa II, The Second, Twain and Dyad for his position. Bátyám, Old man and Brother from the Third. Cucciolo and Son from Nihil, much to his displeasure.

GENDER: Cisgender Male

AGE: in human years; about 231. However, in demon years, which he and his physical body ages by; he’s 46.

DATE OF BIRTH: October 26th, 1787.

OCCUPATION: Metropolitan Archbishop working in the High Priestess Ines Cathedral and Abbey. He previously worked as the Pontiff for the Church of Linköping and head singer for the Band Ghost.

| APPEARANCE ;;

EYE COLOUR: A dark, green in his right eye, with another, single white on his left.

HAIR COLOUR: Brown, leaning towards the lighter spectrum.

HEIGHT: 6′2″

SCARS: Several knife scars on his legs and arms from his days on the road, and being a part of a smaller roaming gang in the late 1800′s. A single keloid above his waist that formed as a result of a puncture wound he received after being jabbed in an attempt to escape his birth mother’s house as a child. Two evident and nearly identical scars over the palms of his hands, which the second has created and accumulated over his life, by digging his retractable claws into his skin when overly stressed and angry. As well as numerous other partially faded scratches from his young adulthood and childhood, whose meanings range from scratching too hard to getting into fights.

BURNS: One smaller burn wound just on the sole of his foot after he had stepped on the embers of a dying fire in his teenage years on the road.

OVERWEIGHT: N/A

UNDERWEIGHT: N/A

| FAVOURITE;;

COLOUR: British racing green, hands down; however, following behind it is pitch black and the red cosmos red.

HAIR COLOUR: Somethings about Papa just tells him to prefer brunettes and black-haired men and women. However, he has no explanation behind this, and really he cares not much the hair colour of those he’s with.

EYE COLOUR: In addition to the above, Papa II has an odd drive and attraction to women and men with yellow, honey, hazel or gold coloured eyes.

SONG: Honestly, he doesn't have any single favourite. He's been around so long and grown with so many that there isn't anyone he could pick out and say.

MOVIE: He really doesn’t watch enough T.V warrant having a favourite, although he does love Gone with The Wind.

TV SHOW: Killing Eve.

FOOD: A Pittsburgh rare steak! It gives him all the primal joy and tastes of almost raw beef that has, at the same time been prepared seasoned and cooked to a char on the outside that gives a satisfying crunch when bitten into.

DRINK: Bourbon Whiskey, with Red Wine placing a close second.

BOOK: Ulysses! This is a book that goes way back for Papa II and holds an important place in his heart. And has become something both timeless and nostalgic for him. Something ever re-readable and familiar.

PASSED UNIVERSITY: Never went, as sad as it sounds as during that period of his life he had run away and was on the run. However, after returning to the church continued his education on his own, unofficially by hiring and studying with members of the Church who were or are teachers and professors who had time to take him up.

HAD SEX: Y E S.

HAD SEX IN PUBLIC: Also, yes, to the extreme.

GOTTEN PREGNANT: No.

GOTTEN TATTOOS: A few, however, they have since been removed. Given his taking of the Papa Emeritus position, which requires no tattoos to be on or in the skin.

GOTTEN PIERCINGS: Yes.

KISSED A BOY: Yes

KISSED A GIRL: Yes

HAD A BROKEN HEART: Many, many times, both romantic and not.

BEEN IN LOVE: Once, with his first prime mover, there was just something about her that had him so, enthralled and he adored her company beyond bedding rituals and baby talk. She was snarky and wry, smug and reserved, passionate and work-driven with an honest empathy; that in the end had gotten her killed and put an end to this love story.

STAYED UP FOR MORE THAN 24 HOURS: Countless times, whether it be due to touring and Papahood, unrelated work or stress and insomnia.

| ARE THEY;;

A VIRGIN: By no stretch of the imagination.

A KISSER: Yes, although he is more of a biter, to be honest.

SCARED EASILY: Not at all.

JEALOUS EASILY: Without a doubt.

TRUSTWORTHY: I would safely say, no, not by his very nature. However, if he really likes you, he can behave in a manner trustworthy, for his and your mutual benefit.

DOMINANT: Almost always, there are extremely few exceptions.

SUBMISSIVE: Exceedingly occasionally.

IN LOVE: Not anymore!

SINGLE: Yes

| RANDOM QUESTIONS

HAVE THEY HARMED THEMSELVES: Multiple times, both intentional and unintentional.

THOUGHT OF SUICIDE / ATTEMPTED SUICIDE: Yes, and I'll leave it at that.

WANTED TO KILL SOMEONE: Every day of his life, however, the rules and powers that be have thwarted any attempt beyond pathetic daydreams.

DROVE A CAR: Yes!

HAVE/HAD A JOB: Yes!

| FAMILY

SIBLINGS: Countless unnamed bastard children, not at all legitimized nor named or thought of by Nihil. As well as Papa Emeritus III, his single half brother, who acts as if he's The Seconds twin.

PARENTS: Grand Papa Emeritus Nihil and Sister Imperator.

CHILDREN: Numerous unofficial and unknown bastard children he bore onto fans and seduced women alike. Cardinal Copia, or as the Second, had planned to name him, Damiano. And one more unnamed on the way in his second Prime Mover.

PETS: A fifteen-foot reticulated Python he has dubbed 'Leviathan.' A single Doberman Pincher guard dog dubbed Cerberus. And 5 other assorted smaller poisonous snakes, which he keeps and occasionally drains the venom from and sells to select consumers.

RULES: repost, do not reblog!

Tagged by Stolen from: @nckromant

Tagging: @ask-zenith @confesstopapaemeritusiii @confesstopapanil @melicra and anyone else who wants to do this!

#. headcanon #. ooc 🐇#. meme

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