#billy russo fiction

[lambtotheslaughterr]

oh my god i had no idea rise was apart of a bigger universe u created!!

its like each part is a bigger and badder boss level… RANSOM??? BILLY???! omg rafe was child’s play. both terrified and giddy w excitement for the next installments ahhhh

cant wait to see how u develop the apocalyptic universe further!! <333

lmaooo i LOVE how you call them boss levels because YES.

rafe is fucking insane which only means ransom & billy will be crazier—though in different ways.

thank you for your love & excitement, love!🥰 i too am stoked to develop the universe further (& characters from Rise may or may not make appearances so deffo stay tuned)

[fangirlingsimp]

"I can fix him"

Good for you. I will not be going anywhere near him.

[vole-mon-amour]

"Johnny is a piece of shit that doesn't deserve any love"

ok first of all, i disagree. second of all, you're telling this to a person that loves Handsome Jack, what kind of reaction do you expect and why are you saying this to me in the first place? do you need more names of actually shitty yet complicated and very interesting and charismatic bastards? do you want more names and characters to love from the list or what?

[kayhi808]

The Assassin - Pt 2

Previous

For the rest of the day, he couldn't get Keiko Luciano out of his mind. He ended up going for a run to distract himself. He just returned to his loft when he gets a call from an Unknown number, "Russo."

"It's Keiko." Speak of the Devil. "You sound out of breath. Were you in the middle of getting to know your hand better?" Billy can hear a smile in her voice.

"I just got back from a run. I'm about to take a shower."

"Perfect, let's video chat!"

"Maybe another time," she makes him smile. "How'd you get my number?"

"Bill Russo. You paid with a company card at my club. Your people at ANVIL forwarded my call. It's not rocket science."

"Why are you calling? To change plans? Or are you canceling?" Bill's voice turn low and velvety, "Darlin' you know my heart can't handle that." There's silence from Keiko's end. Quietly, "Wait…are you canceling?"

"I need to change the location & time. Saka Mai at 7? Lower East side, on Ludlow."

"I thought you didn't want to do dinner? Something about it being too much of a committment." Bill laughs, "Our relationship seems to be progressing fast. Should I propose? Should I get a ring?"

She practically purrs, "You're free to gift me diamonds. I won't stop you." She clears her throat, "Look, are you available tomorrow night or not?"

"I'd meet you at 5 in the morning if you asked me to."

Sighs, "Men are always willing to jump through hoops for sex. If you think i'm going to spread my legs because you're paying for a plate of food, then you're mistaken."

"Who said I was paying?" He hears her laugh. "Look, Keiko, I'm not trying to have sex with you. Its just dinner. I promise."

"Fine. See you at seven. And Bill…"

"I know. I won't be late."

*****

Bill gets to the restaurant 5 minutes to 7p. It's a nice place. It's the first time he's been here. Looking around there are a lot of men in black suits, tattoos...missing fingertips. He did a background check on Keiko. She's the child of two very prominent crime families. Her grandfather was a 2nd Lieutenant "shateigashira" with Inagawa-Kai. The first Yakuza family to move their business outside of Japan. Her father is a Capo with the Genovese, the largest Family in the Italian Mafia. Now, she brought him into a sushi bar filled with gangsters.

He sees her talking to a man across the room, her hand resting on his arm. She's in a deep maroon dress and matching heels. Her dark hair pulled up into a tight bun, showcasing her elegant neck that Bill's already thinking about kissing.

He makes his way towards her, "You're on time. This is my friend, Tanner, he owns the restaurant."

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Russo," escorting them to their table. Catching the attention of a waiter, "You look like a whiskey man. Timothy, bring this table a bottle of Yamazaki 18. Compliments of the house. A friend of Keiko's is a friend of mine. Now if you excuse me. I'm going to greet some acquaintances of mine. I hope you two enjoy dinner."

Bill hold her seat out for her, "You look beautiful tonight."

"Thank you, I'm happy to please," smiling up at him.

"That makes the 2 of us," winking. "See, we already have one thing in common. You seem to have a lot of connections."

"It's all about connections. You should know…being a business man and all." Tanner walks by with his aquaintences who nod at Keiko, which she in turn, gives them a sweet smile.

"Who are those 2 men?" Bill eyeing them up.

"Why? Jealous?" She arches an eyebrow at him and picks up her menu.

"Maybe," cringing at the surliness he hears in his voice.

Putting her menu down & leaning forward, "They are Hector & Marco Ramirez. They're brothers. They belong to the Yamauchi-gumi. Yakuza loves this place."

Three heavy-set men walk into the restaurant & sit at the bar. Your senses go on alert &. Billy's too damn observant, "Don't tell me you know them too."

"No," focusing on Billy.

"What exactly is it that you do for a living? I know you own the 11:11 Club. I have a feeling you're involved in other endeavors."

The waiter came back with the Whiskey. "Thank you, Timothy." A look passes between Keiko and the waiter, or is Bill just reading into things because he's actually kind of jealous. She proceeds to pour a tumbler for Billy. "Have you tried Japanese Whiskey? It's very good...so I'm told," placing the glass in front of him. "Do you think I'm a Yakuza princess? I'm a business woman."

"What kind of business?" taking a sip of whiskey.

"I own 11:11, a cafe & a funeral home."

Chokes on his whiskey, "A funeral home. Interesting choice."

Keiko smiles, "Are you ok??" Sighs, "Everyone dies. Why not profit from it? Besides, there's something fascinating about death. We spend our life rotting away until one day our bodies cease to function. Unless the person is murdered."

"That's an interesting take on things. You talk about murder like its nothing." Billy's interest is definitely piqued even more so now.

"We kill animals all the time. If people slaughter one another at the same rate we slaughter animals, we'd be extinct in 17 days. Human's are natural killers. Why is taking a human life different from taking an animals."

"You cant be serious."

Tilts her head to look at him, "Would you walk out the door if I was?"

"No, I'd stay."

"Why?" She tilts her head the way a panther would right before they ripped out your throat.

"Because I'm pretty damn hungry." Calls the waiter over to order.

"All right, let's eat," giving Billy a bright smile.

*****

Dinner is easy & enjoyable. Billy Russo is so much more entertaining than she thought he'd be which was a very bad thing. Her head needed to stay in the game. She's here to do a job and needed an alibi.

"Why did you choose this restaurant?" he asked, taking a bite of the wagyu steak.

"What do you mean?" Enjoying her vegetable tempura.

"Most entrees have beef, pork or chicken. I thought you were giving up meat. You said it was unsatisfying."

Brushing her leg against his, "I like to tempt myself."

Lust surfaces in his eyes, "Are we talking about food or something else?

"I'm here with you, aren't I? She traces the inseam of his pants with her foot, halting at his crotch. The sole of her shoe pressed firmly against him. She feels him harden immediately. Carnal desire surges through her. He's resisting the urge to rub himself against her foot.

His hand grasps her ankle and move it away from him. Gritting his teeth, "I'm 3 seconds away from bending you over this table." It looks like he's forcing himself to continue eating. "But I want more."

"More?" arching an eyebrow. "I had no idea you were so kinky. We have another thing in common. What's your favorite kink? Mine is when people watch." Tracing the line of her cleavage, "Do you like to watch, Billy?"

He inhales a sharp breath & tries to get himself under control. She's killing him here. He licks his lips, "I do have a kink," giving Keiko a slow sexy grin, that she can't help but mirror. "Let me get inside that pretty little head of yours."

Slouching back in her chair with a pout, "I'd rather you bend me over." Billy laughs.

@idaofinfinity @imagine-a-fictional-boyfriend @e-dubbc11

Next

[marvelmusing]

Okay but since when was Billy’s birthday not November 19th??

[lesbians4armand]

Thinking about despise how all of the awful things that happened as a result of billy’s actions and how he was not a good person he was still a person. He was a human who only had that one life and during that life he felt not an ounce of love, or comfort or safety, even as a child. Thinking about how he went to his death without ever really experiencing these things, without ever genuinely being wanted for reasons that were not corrupt. Even if Frank claimed he was wanted, Billy never really did feel it, not once in his life, and now he never will.

(my thought process for this post was essentially “you only get one life and billy drew the absolute shortest straw and now that will never get better cause that one life is over”)

[whorediaries-09]

hall of morals;

listing out some of my favorite fanfictions by absolutely talented people. as a creator on this hellsite, i know people aren't appreciated enough, so here's my cue 🩷!

if you check out their works and enjoy them, make sure to reblog and/or leave a little feedback. also make sure to read the warnings the writers have listed.

don't deny it by @weird-is-life rockstar!sirius black x reader

i'm older than you think by @wingedhallows postazkaban!sirius black x reader

siriusly; an ode to fan fic writers by @bave-de-crapaud postazkaban!sirius black x reader

flat vs flat: the prank war by @bave-de-crapaud posthogwarts!sirius black x reader

hockeyplayer!sirius black x ice-skater!reader by @lenacosse enemies to lovers trope

rockstar!sirius black x reader by @sxriusblxck

steamy make out session with sirius black by @sxriusblxck

dealbreaker by @luveline sirius black x reader

holy fool by @fuckmymunson dark!sirius black x reader

come back, be here (series) by @ellecdc posthogwarts!sirius black x reader

tattooartist!sirius black x reader by @dearharriet

so it goes by @dearharriet magician!sirius black x illusionist!reader

linger by @evanpeterswhoresblog sirius black x rockstar!reader

champagne problems by @redtaylorsversiongirlie harry potter x reader

love for cigs and love without 'em by @fictional-magic harry potter x black!reader

this feels like falling in love by @amhrosina billy russo x reader

run, run, run by @banditthewriter billy russo x reader

old wives' tale by @pillow-titties billy russo x reader

for our sakes by @pillow-titties billy russo x reader

a woman scorned (series) by @queen-haq billy russo x reader

a woman reborn (series) by @queen-haq billy russo x reader. sequel to a woman scorned.

[k-marzolf]

I’m gonna live forever;

title inspired by Irene Cara’s song Fame.

cw; hit man!Billy Russo, ADHD coded reader, kissing, a hint at Billy’s darker side, fem!reader.

summary; Billy is your neighbor that you’re enamored with, but what secrets is he hiding?

tagging; @terry2227 @kayhi808 @e-dubbc11 @bookloverfilmoholic @aoi-targaryen @firequeensposts @oops89 @thejanecampaign @littleblackcatinwonderland @zz-kennedy @fictional-hooman @cant-help-simping @tortilla-chips-and-allioli @fireeyes-on-teller-dixon-grimes @danzer8705 @firexfate @rosaleenablack @idaofinfinity @russosafehaven @vaguekayla

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You see him with her in the drink aisle; she’s flirting as he grabs your favorite wine, and puts it in the cart. You feel the sting of jealousy; she’s beautiful.

She was like Snow White, or maybe some Twilight vampire, minus the sparkling. A Volturi member, ready to kill you for your blood. Or maybe—a fairy but ones with claws, and fangs. A human—you stop yourself as you go on yet another tangent.

You look down at yourself in your sweatpants and one of his PT shirts you’d swiped. You made a habit of stealing his clothes like a little gnome, they were comfortable. And they smelled like him. You casually make your way over, missing the way his eyes light up when he sees you.

You know your neighbor isn’t yours, but god you want him to be. Karen had seen him twirling you around in the hallway, with a glass of wine in your hands, somehow not spilling.

“I got the better wine.” He had husked in your ear, opening his apartment door.

“Are you sayin’ I have cheap wine, sir?” You had huffed.

He hummed, “‘I’m trying to catch a fairy.” He said, breath tickling your ear.

You had stumbled forward, nearly spilling the wine.

He laughed, “First day on your new legs, Ariel?” He said, helping you into the apartment.

“He’s an asshole, but a beautiful one, isn’t he?”

When you approach, the woman looks at you with disdain. But Billy wraps his arm around you, kissing your mouth, making your cheeks blaze, and eyebrows raise in surprise. “Hey, fairy.” He says, smiling at your wide eyed expression.

The woman curls her lip glaring at you, before she leaves the two of you. Not a vampire, then. He sighs once she’s gone. “What a pain in the ass. They only ever want my beauty. I’m a goddamn prize to them.” He admits in irritation.

“You could walk around with a bag over your head. Like Scarecrow. I’d dress up like Batman, too. You know, so you won’t be alone. Or a pumpkin like the headless horseman. We could put LED lights inside to give it the murder kitten vibe, and I could be Ichabod Crane, or—” You ramble, the train wreck gaining speed.

He cuts you off, kissing you mouth, tasting your iced coffee, and you make a surprised noise in the back of your throat.

He looks at you as he pulls back, and gives you a boyish grin, making butterflies erupt in your belly. “Wanna get some wine and snacks?” He asks you, pointing to the wine in the cart, enjoying your sweet smile.

“We could have a movie night, we could watch the Terminator, or Alien. Bloodthirsty aliens against a woman and her cat, I’m also not opposed to homicidal dinosaurs, or The Mummy, gets the ancient Egypt nerd in me happy—” You ramble.

Billy grins, cheeks dimpling. “Sounds good, fairy.”

You both agree no to rom-coms (you loathe those, something Karen never understood, “Romance and comedy, what could be better?” She asked you one time. “Criminal Minds. Serial killers and Spencer Reid,” you had deadpanned. Karen had blanched), so you and Billy decided to throw some movies in a bowl, and select one.

Forging relationships has always been difficult, due to you being so ditsy and a chatterbox.

Maybe with Billy, it doesn’t have to be.

x

“Young man?” An older lady stops Billy in his tracks as he moves to climb the stairs. Her hair is graying, and pulled up in a tight bun; she has laugh lines, and her eyes are warm.

“Yeah?” Billy asks, one foot on the step in front of him, body turned.

“Thank you for befriending her. I’ve always worried about how isolated she is. But she seems at ease with you. No one should be alone all the time.” She says, and Billy’s heart aches at the image of you alone with no one.

You peek from the top of the stairs, “Bill?” You say impatiently, giving him golden retriever energy.

“Comin’,” he says, turning back to the lady who shoos him up the stairs.

“What’d she want?” You ask, bouncing on the balls of your feet, noticing an outline of a knife in his combat boot.

Billy ruffles your hair distracting you, “Just worried about you.” He hums, kissing your cheek. “How about that movie night?”

You give him a sweet smile, giggling as he raced you down to the end of the hall where your shared apartment was, carrying chips and salsa.

He was going to steal your heart, you were sure of it.

[becauseicantthinkwritings]

Teeth

Part 7!

Werepanther! Billy Russo x Female Reader

Masterlist

Warnings: Smut (18+), voyeurism, exhibitionism, use of sex toys, just.... absolute dumbassery.

For my loves, @idaofinfinity, @marvelmusing, @stardustmorozov, @frying-panties, @iamgettingalife, @icannotbetrustedalone, @imagine-a-fictional-boyfriend. Some of the people that never fail to hold me upright when I feel like a.... limp, barely watered plant. 😅❤

"Are you following?" He asks.

You give him a slow nod of your head.

"I'm thinking." You answer.

You scrunch your eyebrows slightly together, absentmindedly tucking your bottom lip under your teeth, biting down.

He shifts a little bit in his chair.

"We should definitely split these two systems, too much foot traffic puts the auxiliary at risk."

You get lost in thought, looking off into the  corner of his office, thinking aloud about the specs necessary to make the system better.

You catch yourself, blinking in realisation that you'd been zoned out for the better part of a minute, turning back to him, to find him staring at you with the strangest expression on his face.

"Sorry- bad habit of zoning out. Where were we?"

His mouth pulls into a slow smile, you feel the pace of your heart pick up in your chest.

"Do you like strawberries?" He asks, a curious tilt of his head.

The sudden conversation shift makes you a little nervous.

You gulp.

"Yeah, they're my favourite." You respond simply.

"Great, one of our clients sent us a thank you gift," he murmurs, reaching into the mini fridge that sits beside his desk, and pulling out the cutest little tray of strawberries, "but they sent way too much. Would you like some?"

Your fingers twitch, eyes carefully assessing the plump fruit, mouth watering at the beautiful sight of them.

"You're sure it's okay?" You ask, meeting his eyes.

William nods, extending the little box to you. You reach out to cup the tray between both hands.

"They sent about five of these, you can have the entire thing if you'd like."

"Thank you, Mister Russo." You say happily as the little tray rests in your hands.

"No, wait, one condition." He says, you look up at him in surprise.

"Call me Billy? Please?"

It takes you a moment, eyes flitting between the strawberries and his handsome face.

"Okay, Billy."

The smile you share is something... more. You feel a connection, trace its way down your spine, something like friendship blooming between you.

"Would you like one?" You offer, extending the tray to him after picking up a pretty one for yourself.

He nods, reaching for a strawberry of his own.

You bring the strawberry to your nose first, breathing in the delicious scent, before pressing the cool fruit to your lips.

The delicious tangy juice spills into your mouth, you try your hardest to mask your sound of appreciation.

The fruit is delicious, smells sweeter than it actually is, your mouth flooding with the taste of it, letting the juice trickle down your throat.

You glance up at him, worried that he's staring at you, but he's not, looking out of the window instead, as he brings the fruit to his mouth.

Some of the juice spills onto his fingers, and you feel your body pull taut as he sucks the tips of his middle and index fingers into his mouth.

There's an obscene sucking sound as he cleans his fingers, and you get caught in lustful thoughts.

That's what he'd look like if he licked his fingers clean after-

You swallow, an unbelievable amount of need pulsing under your skin.

You needed to get even with him. You needed him to understand how mindless he made you, a very dangerous plan forming in your head.

.

He takes away your ability to think critically. It's like a high, being near him, thinking about him, catching glimpses of him in his apartment. He snatches every coherent thought, until you're all lust and no worry.

You didn't exactly think this through and you knew it, simply ordering an item online, even splurging on express shipping, so that it gets here faster.

Yet somehow you're still surprised when it shows up at your door on Saturday.

You're careful, pulling the curtains shut, sitting on your couch, cross legged before ripping the package open.

You gulp at the size of it, you've never had something so big in you, but it's the one thing you'd seen that had made you immediately think of him.

It's a translucent silicone dildo, tinted puple, with a suction cup built into the base.

You swallow, examining it carefully, thinking about the best way to torment him, hoping that he finally understands how badly you want him.

The ache for him transcends need, it's beyond desire, it feels like something deep inside of you, the very building blocks of your soul. You can't think straight, you can't focus, your cunt is wet with yearning, your body absolute- with the ideas of what it wants.

What could he even do? Realistically? He was your neighbour, and sometimes intimate things observed can be... accidental.

.

Billy's had a long Saturday.

His back is almost aching with all the errands he's had to run today, he's eager for a long shower and a glass of bourbon to help him sleep.

He drops his keys and wallet on his counter, sheds his shirt and kicks off his pants, leaves them where they are and decides to worry about them tomorrow.

His shower is good, steaming hot- it fogs the glass around him, he's relaxed after such an enduring day. The scent of his body wash is good, the cleanser he uses on his face makes him feel clean and he feels the grime of the day leave him.

His bathroom tiles are heated, a good expense to ensure he's comfortable.

He tugs on loose pants, something to protect his modesty while he grabs the bottle of Angel's Envy from the top shelf of his liquor cabinet.

Three fingers worth of amber liquid, one long sip that soothes him.

He feels his body relax.

It had really been a long day.

He decides to check in on you, moving to his living room, that stood on a level just a little bit higher than your bedroom, perfectly in line so that whenever your curtains were open, he'd be able to see-

The glass in his hand shatters.

It takes him a moment, for his brain to start working, for the blood swiftly redirecting to his cock to allow him to process what he's looking at.

God, what a sight.

The predator, that has been silent since he got home, finally roars to life inside of him.

Unable to stop, he finds himself as close to the window as possible, but just far enough away that the fog of his breath does not cloud his vision.

The way you look.

There's nothing he can compare it to, Venus herself would gaze at you with envy, or perhaps the same way he looks at you now, with unending awe.

It's surprising, how much thought he still has left in him, considering what you're doing, that he has the time to admire the way you look.

But how could he not?

When there's a beauty to you he's never witnessed before, when there's a voice inside of him demanding he kneel before such decadence.

You don't even know, is his next pained thought, you don't even know how you look, too lost in chasing your own pleasure to admire yourself.

So Billy takes his time, and makes an attempt to sear your captivating figure into his memory.

Your hips are canting backwards, in short, rhythmic strokes. On your knees, on top of your bed, face pressed into your sheets, impaling your needy cunt on the fake cock stuck to your headboard.

His ears hone in on you, the predator pushing his senses to the max, so that he can hear every sound you make.

Obscenely wet, is his first thought, magnificently sweet is his second.

Each backward movement of your hips pulls an endearing gasp from your mouth, as if the pathetic dildo is just borderline too big for you.

His fists clench at his sides.

The worst part is, that you're begging. As if you're not in control of your own pleasure, as if it's someone else, you beg, sweet little words of 'please' and 'more' dropping from your mouth so easily.

Absentmindedly, he realises that you're still clothed, a little purple nightdress, that ends at the curve of your rear, protecting your skin from his ravenous eyes.

Then, to his fucking surprise- as if anything else could surprise him, you turn your head, open your eyes, and look right at him.

And heaven save him, you smile, and begin rock your hips harder.

"Oh fuck, that's so good." He hears you say, head turning back to press your forehead to the sheets, hands fisting the white material in your hands.

You know he's watching, and it gives you pleasure.

Billy can hear his own frantic breaths, loud in the stillness of his house.

"Oh god, fuck I'm so close, please."

He has the afterthought that he's about to watch you cum.

He can't move, he can't look away, he can barely hear the panther in his head, raging at him, all of it is drowned out, all of it is washed away by you.

The sound you make when your orgasm hits sends tingles down his spine. It's something low and sweet, and the beast inside of him demands that he go to you and make you scream.

He almost does it.

He almost rips every door off its hinges in an attempt to get to you, but that's before you pause, turn your head to look at him once more, and begin to fuck yourself to a second orgasm.

It hits him then, that delighted smile of yours when you see him looking, it makes him realize how much of a brat you are.

And Billy didn't indulge brats.

He tamed them.

He waits till your second orgasm is over, till you pull yourself off of that pathetic fake cock with shaking thighs and drops yourself into an exhausted heap nearby.

He watches you breathe for a moment, before turning to grab his phone.

.

You groan a little when your phone rings, stomach flipping when you reach for it on your nightstand to see his name on screen.

It's a harmless accident, you brief yourself, and you swipe to answer.

"Hello?" You say with a shaky voice.

"That was quite a show. But I need you to understand something."

"What?" You ask, a little scared and a little breathless.

"I'm much bigger than that."

The line goes dead.

.

Harmless, an accident.

I didn't mean for you to see that.

These are the things you repeat to yourself as you walk into Anvil on Monday morning. You're not too worried, considering what he'd said to you the very night over the phone.

I'm much bigger than that.

God, was that even possible? How were you going to take him if you could barely take that dildo?

You're not going to be taking him, he's your boss, your head reminds you.

She was right, your brain, getting involved with him was a bad idea, a very bad idea.

The thought of it though, of having him, of crawling into bed with him, holding him close throughout the night, finding endless passionate encounters, made you ache with want.

This was bad.

He was your boss, you shouldn't be thinking about him like this.

But you couldn't help it, you wanted him like nothing before.

You're hoping to see him, you catch yourself daydreaming about it, that he would find an excuse to come to you, lean against your desk and say something, anything, ask you about your day, or how your project is coming along, maybe show you exactly how big he would be-

You swallow, clicking your pen repeatedly for a moment before getting control of yourself.

You sigh, shoulders dropping, a sad realization seeping into you.

You wanted him.

You don't get a chance to see him for the entire day.

Your banter goes unsaid.

.

Billy was using all of his willpower to remain human right now.

The full moon was close, the predator in his head was roaring at full volume.

On edge, he grips the sides of his chair hard, hears something crack.

From the moment you entered the building- he knew. Your body was calling out to him.

A sweet cherry scent, a few citrus notes added in and he knew.

You were ovulating.

Sure, you'd been fertile in his presence before, once or twice in the last few months, but it hadn't been as strong as this, and never this close to a full moon.

His self control was being tested like never before.

The predator pushes images of you, open and naked below him, the feel of your hand on his cheek, the way he'd press deeper into your touch.

Billy takes a shallow breath.

The slow way he'd take his time, fitting himself into you, watching you take every inch of him that you could.

Or maybe your legs on his shoulders, folding you in half while he makes you take every inch of him into your sweet pussy, swallowing each cry from your perfect mouth, a controlling hand wrapped around the column of your throat, feeling your cunt tighten around him as his hand tightens on your throat-

Billy shudders, body shaking with the effort to keep him human, his teeth elongates involuntarily, and he realises that he can't stay here, if he does, there is no telling of what he might do.

He stands, doesn't grab much more than his keys and his phone, and hightails it.

He almost wants to die when he smells your scent grow stronger, tapping on the elevator call button rapidly as if that brings it any faster.

The beast fights him, pulls at him to find you, your sweet scent compromising his self control.

The elevator arrives and he steps in, pressing the floor he wants.

Your voice, a little call, asking to hold the elevator.

When he reaches for the close door button instead, the beast manages to take control for a moment, pressing the button to open the doors instead.

Fuck.

He's rigid when you step in.

.

"Oh, Billy, hey, hello." You say, a smile pulling onto your face.

He looks angry, staring forward, but he manages to give you a nod, and a low sound of your name in greeting.

You swallow, wondering if you should interact or not, maybe he was busy with something else.

"How are you doing? I hope your weekend was great." You try, offering something easy and casual. Smalltalk was a little menial, but it wasn't bad for a casual interaction.

Except, that he doesn't respond.

You turn away from facing him, blinking at the elevator doors.

Maybe he wasn't up to interacting with you today.

.

Don't kiss her don't kiss her don't kiss her don't kiss her-

Billy tenses every muscle in his body to stop the predator from seizing control of him.

Hands pinned beside your head, legs wrapped around his hips, quiet moans and helpless gasps as he kisses you senseless, eager to steal your senses, desperate to make a place inside of you for himself-

Your body crying out for him and you don't even know it, your scent filling the enclosed space, torturing him. His little mate, so fucking sweet and delectable, standing beside him and doesn't know how badly he wants to sink his tongue between your thighs, drown you with pleasure until you're so sated on him that you can't walk.

Why was he fighting himself so hard again?

Right, he was your boss, and he didn't want to make you think that the only reason he'd hired you was to sleep with you.

He clears his throat when the doors open, tilting his head in your direction.

"Have a nice day." He says, before stepping out.

.

He hadn't even stepped out onto the floor he'd selected.

You blink, eyebrows drawn together, wondering why he'd stopped out on the fifth floor when he was going down to the parking lot in the basement.

You smile automatically when a few other people step in.

Did he leave because he wanted to get away from you faster?

Your shoulders drop sadly.

.

.

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[e-dubbc11]

Hello Fall!! (It’s also my birthday month)500 Follower Celebration!

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Greetings and salutations my darling friends!

As you gathered from the title, I have reached the milestone of 500 lovely friends AND it is also my birthday month (it’s the 29th, write that down. Kidding, I’m kidding!) Anyway, I thought it would be fun to do a little celebration. It’s also my favorite time of year, it’s filled with apple picking, cider, pretty leaves, Halloween, all things flannel and all things cozy.

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[munsonownsmyass]

Quality over Quantity

Billy Russo x reader (aaaand some Frank Castle x reader)

Summary: You miss going to the movies while on deployment. Billy decides to give you a surprise, but it doesn't go quite the way he planned.

Notes: I have no idea how life while deployment is like, so sorry for any errors. But hey, fiction. And in this world Frank haven't met Maria yet. This is the first time writing Frank... and also first time writing a threesome, so be gentle 😅

Also thank you to @thisishellfire for sending this request ❤️

If people like this, I have an idea for a part 2. So let me know 😅🙈

Warnings: Oh God, so many. Fluff, pining, kissing. SMUT! Oral (m and f receiving), fingering (both vag and anal), unprotected sex, anal sex, juices for lube (I know, but I dont think marines carry around lube), double penetration, cock warming. Feelings and more fluff.

Words: 3.1 K

If there was one thing you missed when being away on deployment, it was movies. Sitting there in the dark, eating your popcorn while enjoying a movie. You, Billy, and Frank had talked about what you were looking forward to the most about getting home again. For you, it was a silly little thing like a movie. But that would still be months away. So for now, you were settling for one of Billy’s books.

“Hey there, short stack.” Billy teases as he sits down on his bed opposite yours. Eyes never leaving the book, you just flip him the finger and even though you don’t look, you know he’s flashing you his brightest smile. “Aw, is that how you greet all your friends?”

“Who says we’re friends?” You counter with a smile, eliciting a chuckle from Billy. When he still doesn’t move, you close your book and look at him. “What, Billy?”

“I have a surprise for you.” He’s very excited, practically jumping in his seat. You don’t think you’ve ever seen him like this. You’re about to dismiss him, knowing better than to trust Billy after some of the pranks he’s pulled on you. But when he stares at you with those deep dark eyes, how can you refuse? With a heavy sigh you sit up on the bed.

“Come on.” He holds out his hand and you take it, still confused. He leads you out of your quarters while you make small protests and into one of the abandoned tents on base. “Billy, what are we doin-”

But you stop, speechless at the sight before you. A small, slightly worn couch with some pillows and some crates with a laptop on top. What is this? And where did he even find a couch?

“I know it’s not a movie theater and-” he walks to the couch where he pulls out some water bottles and a small bowl of popcorn and gummy bears. “This is nowhere near as good as the large popcorn you usually devour and the giant soda, but you missed watching movies, so.” He shrugs, smiling softly.

“Billy, I…” You don’t even know what to say. This is really so sweet and so unexpected. Half expecting it’s all just a prank because of what you told him and Frank yesterday, you’re weary about sitting down. Billy, who clearly senses your apprehension, walks up to you, his smile faltering a bit.

“I just wanted to do something nice for you.” He looks away, about to walk out of the tent when you stop him.

“Thank you. It’s really sweet of you. It’s just so unexpected.”

“I can be nice, you know?” He says with a grin, that perfect boyish smile of his that always make you weak in the knees.

“Okay, so…” He sits down, powering up the laptop while you join him. “I borrowed this from Stevenson, but she only have a few movies saved on this one and she has a horrible taste in movies.” Billy makes a horrified face that makes you laugh as he opens the folder. “There’s a chick flick, some drama or that Gray thing. Could be horror.”

When you see one of your favorite films, Dorian Gray, you squeal with joy, only confusing Billy. “Are you kidding me? Dorian Gray? I love that movie! Ben Barnes looks so good in that one.”

You do a little excited dance in your seat, and you can tell Billy have already regretted doing this for you. But as he sees your smile, he just rolls his eyes and start the movie.

It’s barely been a minute before you sigh softly. Billy chuckles beside you, clearly finding it amusing how attracted you are to the man on screen. But you haven’t been on a date in ages, haven’t had sex in months, so could he really blame you?

“He is so cute.” You sigh, stuffing another gummy bear into your mouth. If only there were men like him in real life. Well, the things Dorian does are questionable, but the hotness would be great. Billy shift beside you, causing you to look at him. He actually does look a little like the actor, if he grew out his hair and removed the beard. And well… If he was younger. “You look a lot like him, actually.”

“Oh, so you think I’m cute?” He smirks, nudging your shoulder.

“Oh, shut up. You know you’re gorgeous.”

You don’t even have to look at him to know that shit eating grin of his is there as he is staring you down. You just ignore him, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of looking at him again.

28 minutes into the movie is the scene that always leave you yearning. There’s something about the look in Dorian’s eyes that would make you do whatever that man asked of you. Without even thinking, you clench your legs together with a heavy sigh.

“If anyone ever gave me that look, I’d suck their dick in a second.”

“Really?” Billy asks curiously, turning his body slightly towards yours. But you don’t even notice, to focused on the screen. A soft ‘yeah’ leave your lips, the yearning palpable. It’s been months since you were with someone and in this moment you don’t even care if Billy thinks you’re pathetic.

You feel him shift beside you and when you look at him, Billy is giving you the same look as Dorian. Eyes dark with desire, full of promises of all the pleasure to come.

“What are you… Wait, do you want me to…?”

With a smile, Billy starts to unbuckle his pants. You stop him, your hand gently moving his away. Your hand travel along his waistband, unbuttoning his pants with ease. Slowly, you pull the zipper down, your eyes never leaving Billy’s.

Your finger digs under his waistband, pulling his pants down with ease. Billy’s cock springs free, already hard and leaking precum. His dark eyes watch your every move, as you fall to your knees between his legs, gently pushing them apart before your hand grip around the base of his cock.

Billy lets out a sigh, his right hand grabbing a fistful of your hair as you slowly run your hand up and down his shaft. He leans back, his eyes shut in pleasure, as you lick up the length of his cock. His hand in your hair tightens while his free hand grips at the couch, his dark eyes now opens as he focuses on your tongue sliding around the head of his cock.

“How the movie-” Frank’s voice interrupts you and as both you and Billy look to the opening, Frank is rooted in place, shocked over the sight before him.

“Did I tell you to stop?” Billy asks, his voice soft but demanding, his hand in your hair pulling your attention back to him. Well aware that Frank is staring at you, your face turns bright red as you once again focus on Billy’s aching cock.

His body shudders with pleasure as you take him into your mouth, his heels digging into the floor to keep him grounded. You take his cock deeper, drawing a sweet moan from Billy’s lips. Your tongue dance over his heated skin, drool slipping past your lips and down his throbbing cock.

Billy looks to the side, seeing Frank still standing in the doorway, staring intently at the way you work his cock. “Enjoying the show, Frankie?” Billy moans as you take him to the root, his cock hitting the back of your throat.

“Fuck sweetheart.” Frank breathes out, his hand travelling to his cock to adjust himself. His eyes linger on you when you pull back, until only Billy’s tip remains in your mouth, lightly sucking the head. Your eyes find Billy’s, a mischievous grin as you swirl your tongue around his tip.

“Good girl. Sure you don’t want in on this, Frankie?” Billy tears his eyes away from yours, looking into Franks eyes. Swallowing hard, he turns and close the tent door, making sure no one else could enter. Slowly, he makes his way over to the couch, his eyes never leaving your mouth working Billy’s thick length.

Gripping your hair, Billy pulls you off his cock, his free hand caressing your cheek. “You’ve done so good baby. Now, get your ass onto the couch.”

“Wait.” Frank stops you once you’re on your feet, quickly removing your pants and underwear. With the help from Billy, they get you onto the couch, Billy claiming your lips in a heated kiss as Frank kiss down the column of your neck. Working in sync, they remove your tank top and bra, leaving you naked between them.

Billy’s mouth soon joins Franks, peppering kisses on your soft skin. He moves down your body, now his turn to be on his knees in front of you. Placing soft kisses on your inner thighs, he watches as Frank kiss you hard, your hand traveling to the bulge in his pants.

“Why don’t you show Frank how good you are with that mouth, baby girl, while I take care of you?”

Frank unbuckles his pants, making quick work at removing them, revealing his thick length. You grin, tongue running over your lips before placing them around the head of Frank’s cock. He gasps at the feeling, been months since he’s felt the touch of anything besides his own hand. His brown eyes watch you intently as your mouth encircles him, sucking gently.

“Feel good, Frankie?” Billy ask with a smile, as he place a tender kiss on your mound. You gasp around Frank’s cock, moaning as Billy’s tongue lick up your slit. He gives a low growl, and his tongue flicks out to taste her again. His tongue works against her heated sex, tasting, sucking and nibbling on the tender flesh. Billy push two fingers into you, working you open as you suck Franks cock with greed.

Franks hips buck into your mouth, driving his cock deeper into your throat as his hand grips your hair, holding you in place. You gag around his length as Frank continues to thrust into your mouth.

“Fuck, baby doll.” He gasps, his eyes closing in bliss at the feeling of your warm tongue on his cock. “So good. You’re so good.”

You moan out loud, having never felt this good before. Billy’s fingers keep hitting that sweet spot inside you and his talented tongue helping, bringing you closer to the edge. Frank’s free hand cups your cheek, caressing you as he whispers soft praises over how well you take his cock.

It only takes a few more flicks of Billy’s tongue before you come, Billy’s name falling from your lips as you come undone. He works you through it, kissing and licking softly as you come down from your high. He looks at Frank, the two of them exchanging a smile.

“You’re doing so good, sweetheart.” Frank praises, his thumb rubbing your cheek in soothing circles.

“So perfect.” Billy follows, kissing your thighs before looking up at you.

“B-Billy…” You whimper, your breathing still strained. Billy’s hands caress your thighs, his lust blown eyes locked with yours. “What is it, baby?”

“More.” You pant, your pleading eyes darting between Billy and Frank. “I need more…” You whisper. Billy’s eyes widen and he looks at Frank with a smile.

“What do you say, Frankie? Should we give her what she wants?” Billy get up off the floor, kneeling on the couch beside you. His pants hand loose on his hips, his throbbing cock begging for attention. but he tears your gaze away, looking into your eyes as he gives you a soft kiss. “You want us both, sweetheart?”

“Yes… Please.” You whimper. Billy sits down on the couch, pulling you in to straddle his lap. Frank walks up behind you, brushing the hair away from your neck, placing soft kisses on your shoulder and neck. Billy’s hands squeeze your hips gently, pulling you closer against his erection.

With just a glance, Billy and Frank come to an agreement. Frank’s fingers gather some of your juices, one of his thick digits pressing against your tight hole. You gasp at the feeling, but soon forget as Billy start rubbing your clit. As Frank continues to work your ass open, Billy makes sure you feel good and relax for them. You come hard, his soft-spoken praises in your ear once again bringing you over the edge.

“What do you say, sweetheart? You ready for us?” Billy asks tenderly, his smooth voice causing you to shiver. Frank’s hands caress your hips, waiting for you to speak. They patiently wait for you, not wanting to move before you do. You nod, cheeks flushed red as you feel both men’s gaze on you.

Frank leans in, his breath ghosting over the soft skin of your neck, placing a soft kiss just below your ear, before he hums. “Words, sweetheart.”

“Y-yes. Please.”

Delicately, almost like they’re afraid you’ll break, Billy lift you up, lining his weeping cock up at your entrance. Slowly he lowers you onto his aching length until he’s fully sheathed in your velvety heat. You shudder above him, gasping as his thick cock stretch you open.

“Fuck, Billy.” You gasp out his name, bracing yourself against him as he pulls out and thrust back into you. Lost in the feeling of him, you forget about Frank until he chuckles softly behind you, patting your ass playfully.

“You forgot I was here, beautiful? Does Billy’s cock feel that good?” He nipples at your ear, causing your skin to break out in goosebumps. Your whine is all the confirmation they need, a happy smirk forming on Billy’s beautiful face. Billy gestures to Frank, pulling you closer to make more room for him. Frank takes the hint, gathering up some of your slick and his own spit, wetting his cock.

“This may hurt, sweetheart. Just breathe.” He coos, lining his cock up at your tight entrance. You tense for a second, but forget it all when Billy claims your lips in a passionate kiss. His finger on your clit distracts you, making you relax as Frank push the head of his cock inside.

You whimper as Frank push in slowly, taking his time. Billy leaves a trail of kisses down the column of your neck, whispering softly in you ear of how good you are while Frank caress your back, easing into you. With some patience, Frank push himself all the way to the hilt, growling as he bottoms out.

It’s all too much, both of them fully sheathed in you, their throbbing cocks stretching you open. Billy’s fingers still dance over your clit, their free hands caressing your curves.

“You okay there, baby?” Billy ask, his eyes fixed on your even though they are closed from pure bliss. With a barely audible yes that makes both men grin, they start moving.

Moving in sync, the men breathe hard against you, both of them thrusting into you faster. You’ve never been more full, more satisfied in your life. Throwing your head back against Frank, he kiss your neck, fucking you harder.

“Nah, Frankie. She’s mine.” Billy breathes out, thrusting deeper as he cups your cheek, pulling you in for a passionate kiss. You moan against his lips when suddenly, another wave of pleasure wash over you. With Billy’s name on your lips, you come harder than you’ve ever done before.

Billy feels another wave of pleasure at how vulnerable you look. Usually you’re strong, independent and feisty. But now, in this moment, you look so small, delicate. Completely at their mercy and honestly he’s never wanted you more. Your cheeks flushed, eyes clouded with lust and tears in the corners of your eyes from the sheer pleasure you feel from them both.

“Fuck!” Frank grunts from behind, gripping your hips so hard its sure to leave bruises as he buries his cock in you, spilling his hot seed in you. The sight of Frank’s face torn in pleasure and you moaning out their names in bliss, is too much for Billy. He throws his head back as he gives in. He comes hard, filling you with his cum as your name spill over his lips.

You stay like this for a moment, only the sound of your shared breathing filling the tent. You’re slumped against Billy, his cock still throbbing inside you, as Frank stand panting behind you, hands loosing on your hips. When Frank pulls out slowly, you open your eyes only to see Billy with his shut with the biggest smile on his face.

When he opens his eyes, his dark orbs find yours. His eyes are softer now, the way he’s looking at you different than before. But even though you secretly like Billy, you dare not hope, knowing how he is with women.

But what you didn’t know was that for the first time, Billy truly saw you. Your cheeks red, eyes still unfocused and your hair a mess. But most of all he saw your smile. God, you’re truly beautiful. Your eyes find his, softer whenever you look at him than with anyone else.

Sensing the shift between you and Billy, Frank picks his pants up from the floor, the action causing both you and Billy to look at him. Suddenly you feel guilty over the attention you’ve given Billy, never wanting Frank to think he wasn’t wanted.

“Frank, I-”

“No need to worry about me, baby.” He give you a boyish smile as he close his pants, closing the gab between you. “I still had fun.”

Giving you one last soft kiss, he begins to walk away, but turn hallway to the tent opening. “Besides… I got this girl at home I’ve been wanting to take on a date. Quality, you know.”

He gives Billy a little wink, before he walks out of the tent, leaving you and Billy alone. That’s when you realize you’re still naked and his softening cock still is inside you. Suddenly you feel very exposed, the confidence from before gone and left only the insecurity you’ve always felt around Billy. You know you’re nothing like the girls be brag about from home. But the smile on his face gives you hope that maybe, just maybe, you’re not just another notch in his belt.

“Even though it didn’t go as I planned, I hope you still like the surprise.” Billy says, gently brushing your wild hair behind your ear.

“I did.” You chuckle, running your hands down his chest, to the little scar on his belly. “What did Frank mean by quality?”

He just smiles, grabbing one of the blankets beside him, wrapping it around your shoulders. Pulling you into his embrace, he kiss you softly before letting you rest against his chest. “Just something Frank told me the other day. And I think I know what he was talking about now.”

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[nrilliree]

Saw some TG post which says "I do like Aegon as a person, I feel a strong emotional connection with him. I think I'd just like to talk to him. You know, to have a long meaningful conversation."

And I'm really puzzled and even scared by this. First of all, what do you feel an emotional connection with? He's a rapist. What the fuck. Secondly, to talk to him? Girl, it's literally dangerous to be around him.

Yes… I don't see these long conversations very well, because the author of this opinion is probably a woman (I draw conclusions from experience, maybe I'm wrong) and the female servants were literally afraid to be around Aegon. If you were a woman of lower social status than him, you were literally in danger. Someone might be curious about Aegon. Dahmer was interesting to people as a psychopath and his disorders were psychologically interesting. This is Fritzl too, because apart from being a beast and a pedophile rapist, he was also a respected engineer and a great dresser, so you can be curious about him psychologically, but to like him as a person?

Aegon was a rapist. A multiple rapist. Confirmed, canonical, and not based on rumors like "DaEmOn SleEpS wItH oWn DaUgHtEr", because on this basis Aegon may even having a pedophile tendencies by have sex with a 12-year-old*. I understand that someone may be curious about him. But liking him as a person and having a strong emotional connection to him?

I like Daemon, but as a complex fictional character, and I wouldn't want to stand in his way in real life. I like Billy Russo from "The Punisher", but if I saw him on the road in real life, I would run away and call the police. Liking a fictional character, gray or villainous, is not the same as justifying them.''

* You see, there is a difference. Aegon having sex with a 12-year-old may have pedophilic tendencies, but Daemon giving a necklace to his 14-year-old niece and wanting to have sex with her when she was 18 is not the same and does not meet the definition of pedophilia

[mattmurdocksstarlight]

10 Characters • 10 Fandoms • 10 Tags

Thank you so much for tagging me @bellaxgiornata and @shouldbestudying41

Matt Murdock (Daredevil) - If I could marry any fictional character, it would always be Matt Murdock!! I love everything about him!! Please breed me, and father my children!!

Frank Castle (The Punisher) - He literally doesn’t even have to do anything, and I’m already a mess!! I just want to hug him, and stuff…

Billy Russo (The Punisher) - I hate what he did to Frank, but Billy my boy!! I am on my knees for him!! (Same fandom as Frank, oops)

11th Doctor (Doctor Who) - So many childhood memories!! He is definitely one of my comfort characters!!

Prince Caspian (Narnia) - He’s so sweet and adorable looking!! I want to kiss him all over his face!! My prince🥰

Tristan Thorn (Stardust) - He’s also so sweet and adorable looking!! His character is so wholesome to me!! Make me your queen, my king!!

Sam Winchester (Supernatural) - I see him as an older brother figure, definitely my favourite Supernatural character!! (Cas is a close second)

Peter Parker (The Amazing Spider-Man) - He is so boyfriend material!! He looks so cozy, I just want to cuddle with him!!

Sirius Black (Harry Potter) - He’s definitely the cool uncle to me😂

The Darkling (Shadow and Bone) - I’m weak for the morally grey characters!! I am on my hands and knees for him!!

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[kayhi808]

Billy Mine - The Next Step

Masterlist

Bill's propped in the bathroom doorway watching Juliet put on her make-up. It's been a year since he found his Bunny again & he's fascinated by every little thing she does. "When are you going to give up this apartment and move in with me?"

Puts down her eyelash curler & blinks at her reflection in the mirror, "When are you going to give up your penthouse & move in here with me?"

"My place has more room."

Slowly turns. to Billy, with her hands on her hips, "This is a good sized apartment. I'm not in a cramped shoebox. I've always wanted to live in the Village." Billy wrinkles his nose. "You're such a snob. Just like my parents."

"You can't get better than the Upper East Side." Rolling her eyes, Juliet nudges Billy out of her way & goes to her closet to get dressed.

"Your place is cold. It has no warmth. Nothing about it says 'Bill Russo lives here.' It looks like some interior designer staged it for a showing. It's really nice, but..." Stepping out of her closet in a dress, she turns to Bill, lifting her hair so he can zip her up.

Dropping a kiss on her shoulder as he pulls the zipper up, "What if I let you redecorate it?"

Juliet spins around to face him, "Are you serious??"

Looking smug, "It may take some convincing, " wrapping his arms around her, pulling her up against him, "but i may be open to that."

"Or I could just stay here, " giving him the same smug look back. Billy growls as she shoves away, laughing at him. "C'mon we'll be late."

*****

Buvette's brunch line is notoriously long, but of course Bill pulled a few strings and got them a table. The weather is warming up, so they took to patio dining, enjoying the cool breeze. "So, back to our discussion. What is it going to take for you to move in with me?"

"You're serious."

"Dead serious." Taking her hand across the table. "Tell me what I need to do." Jules is silent & just stares at their joined hands. "What's wrong?"

"What if things change & you aren't happy anymore?"

"You think I won't be happy having you move in with me?" She shrugs. "We're together, what? 5 nights out of the week?" Trying to catch her attention. "I want more." Juliet can't help the smile that graces her lips. "I wont' be happy until i have you in my bed 7 nights a week."

Being with Billy Mine has been her dream since she was 3 years old. Even before she knew what love meant, she knew for her it was synonymous with Bill. Now that she has him, she is so afraid of losing him. The past year has been perfect, minus the Billy-getting-shot-at-her-father's-fundraiser fiasco. If it's not broken, why try to fix it?

"What if you discover some weird habit that i have that annoys you?"

Bill laughs so hard he's gasping for breath. Juliet glares at him. It's not that funny. It's a real concern. Noticing her stare, "Bunny, I'm sorry." Trying to sober up. "I dealt with you from 3-8yrs old. I already know you're annoying. I know that when you have too much sugar, you go off the rails. I know you're stubborn & hard-headed. You like Taylor Swift. You squeeze the toothpaste from the middle. You take my shirts without asking. You leave toast crumbs in the butter." Juliet giggles. "That doesn't bother me." He gives her a smile that melts her heart. "If there is something worse, please let me know, but I think I covered it."

"My parents got me my place in the Village. I don't want to sell it, but I'll rent it out."

"I don't mind selling my place."

"No, Bill!"

Shrugging as he drinks the last of his coffee, "You're right. I'm not attached to that place. It's a very comfortable & lavish hotel suite. We can look for a new place of our own, but I'm not living in the Village."

"Ok, we can figure out a different neighborhood." Breathlessly, "So...we're going to do this?"

"Absolutely! It's the next step."

"Next step to what?"

"Getting you to marry me."

@imagine-a-fictional-boyfriend @e-dubbc11 @snowkestrel @bustlingcrowdsxorxsilentsleepers

[the-cult-of-russo]

Such a Softer Sin (Part 1)

Pairing: Billy Russo x Reader

Warnings: I’m not specifically tagging this one, if you’ve seen the show, nothing will shock you. Smut will happen eventually so minors DNI, thanks.

A/N: I’m back with a new story, bitches!!!! Loooool This is the story I’ve been working so hard on.

A few words on this one. First off, I’m not an expert in writing for this genre or trope or whatever but I’m also choosing to do whatever the hell I want. I know there can be some rules when it comes to this subject and I’ve gone with the flow and picked and chose what I wanted. If you’re some kind of connoisseur for this kinda literature, don’t come at me telling me I did it wrong. It’s a piece of fiction and I’m just having fun here lmao

Also, this story isn't set in a specific era, it’s more of a different reality kinda thing. So some things seem modern, others more primitive etc and this is on purpose. I wasn’t thinking about like time and era and all that with this one, I created a whole new thing for the story. 

With that, I hope you enjoy this one!!!

Title is from the song I Caught Fire by The Used

Seemed to stop my breath

My head on your chest waiting to cave in

From the bottom of my

Hear your voice again

Could we dim the sun and wonder where we've been?

Maybe you and me, so kiss me like you did

My heart stopped beating, such a softer sin

In your eyes, I lost my place

Could stay a while

And I'm melting

In your eyes like my first time

That I caught fire

Just stay with me, lay with me now

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Billy looked off over the balcony to the mountains with a heavy sigh. The weight of the world was a hard burden to bear, but it was his and it would be until he had a child. Every King needs a Queen in order to have an heir, the only problem was that he hadn't yet found his Queen. Billy was the King to the wolves, but he was more than that by blood. He was a Demigod, the only remaining Lycan on earth. He was strong and fierce, he was the one who was placed in charge of every wolf around the globe. He was well respected and revered, but at the same time he was feared. He could be ruthless when he needed to be and he had to make sure no one ever thought about crossing him. At times he appeared cold but he was always just. It wasn’t easy being a King to an entire species like this, he had to keep the fear alive to make sure they all stayed in line. He wasn't the King to the other species, but the humans and witches still viewed him as royalty and respected him. The vampires however were a different story. The war between the wolves and vampires had been over for almost a century now, but he knew it wouldn't last. He could taste the impending war once more on the tip of his tongue. He knew it was only a matter of time. He looked in his 30s but in reality he was older, much older. He couldn't even remember how long he had roamed the earth but it was enough to witness grand changes throughout the ages. But now in the present, he still had no Queen. 

Even as a Demigod and Lycan, he was still technically a wolf. He had the same instincts, the same everything but on a grander scale. That meant he couldn't just pick anyone to be his Queen or just anyone to give him the son he desperately needed. He had to wait for his mate, and oh how he waited. He had been patient at first. He had scoured the world countless times in hopes he would find her, yet he still hadn't. He had no idea why his mother was torturing him this way, making him wait for the love he desperately needed. He watched in envy as his Beta and those around him found their mates. He watched with a dull ache in his chest as they found their other half of their soul whilst his was still ripped in two. He’d often think about her. Her face was always blurry, the only thing he knew for certain being the color of her hair. He would think about meeting her, mating her. He’d think about making her his Queen, her giving him a son. An heir. Once his son would be of age he could take a step back from all of this. He wouldn't have the weight of the world on his shoulders anymore as his birthright would be complete. His son would take the reins but he would be there every step of the way to guide him. To ease the burden that he knew was so heavy. 

Over the centuries, he’d given up hope for his mate. He knew he had one but he didn't know just when his mother would gift her to him. After they mated she would become immortal like him. Just like his Beta and Gamma and their mates. She would forever be by his side, they would have a happy life and he would spoil her with love. But now he felt hollow and cold. With each passing year, he found himself getting colder and more angry. He couldn't hope anymore, he couldn't dream of the life he craved more than anything. It was easier to think he would never find her because then he wouldn't keep getting his heart broken. It was hard having a Goddess for a mother, she hadn’t even been the one to raise him. He’d been raised by High Priestesses of Selene who had ensured he knew what he was and what his role in all of this was. Ensured he became the rightful ruler of the wolves. He loved his mother despite never meeting her but it was hard. He never knew who his father was and his mother was absent. He felt a deep loneliness gnawing at his soul that he couldn't shake but he knew it would leave once he got his mate. He knew his mother would let him have her when it was time. Despite the great pain her torment was bringing, he trusted his mother blindly. 

He kept up his pretense to the outside world. Attending meetings and balls between the wolves, humans and witches. The humans would watch him lustfully, in awe. His presence would make them feel his power although they didn't understand it the same way wolves did. The wolves would bow their heads in reverence to the Demigod King. He was the Alpha of Alphas, The Son of the Moon Goddess. Wolves would come far and wide to plead for his help, for his direct contact to his mother. It made him think of the Pope. Some of these wolves treated him that way and he hated when he couldn't accept their requests. Some things he could grant them, others he couldn’t. He wasn't in the business of tampering with fate and if his mother wanted something so, then it would be done. No matter what it was. 

He took a long chug of his brandy, not that it did anything. He couldn't get drunk. It would take a hell of a lot to get him there and even if he did reach that state, it would be gone in minutes with his metabolism. Still, he found it soothing as it burned down his throat. As he watched the view, he couldn't help but think of his mate even though he tried to fight it. He wondered what color her eyes were, if her hair was truly like his mind always showed him. He wondered how tall she would be, what her skin type was. None of it really mattered, he’d love her no matter what, but he wanted to know. He wanted to hold her in his arms, to feel that electricity flow between them as their wolves recognised one another. He wanted to be consumed by her and to drown in her. He wanted to give her everything. He would rip out his beating heart and offer it to her as a sacrifice if that's what she wanted. He just fucking wanted her. 

His wolf howled in pain in his mind, a sharp ache ripping into his chest. His wolf needed her badly, he was getting restless. As much as he hated it, he often found solace in another's arms. He never remembered their names or faces. It happened at gatherings when the women fawned all over him, both humans and wolves. His body still had urges and his wolf was getting harder and harder to control with each passing year without his other half, so he sated his carnal urges with women he cared nothing for. He would always be disgusted with himself afterwards. His wolf would snarl and growl at him, sometimes retreating altogether for days. He felt vile, knowing how he had betrayed his mate already and he hadn’t even met her, but when he felt this restless, it wasn’t something he could control. He knew if he didn’t sate himself his wolf would break free. It had been a long while since his wolf had full control. He was deadly to everyone in that form and he usually tried to lock his wolf inside of him unless there was some kind of war and he needed to unleash it. But he hated the feeling the morning after. Dirty. Broken. Guilty. Maybe that’s why his mother had refused him his mate. He was already unfaithful to her, he didn’t deserve her. He didn’t know if she would have slept with someone else and he growled low in his throat at the mere thought. He was a hypocrite. He slept around like a whore yet if his mate had even been touched by another he’d find who it was and rip their head clean off their shoulders. Another chug of the liquid slid down his throat and he focused on the burning sensation. What would she think of him? It wouldn’t be hard for her to know what he had done, he was royalty and people loved to gossip. There was plenty of talk of him and other women. All nameless. Meaningless. Would she reject him when she found out? He knew it would be his own fault if she did, but he also knew just what happened when a mate rejected you and just because he was stronger didn't mean he was exempt from it. If anything it would be tenfold. When a wolf rejects the sacred bond his mother had bestowed on them it would cause them both great pain. So much so that they would either slip into insanity or die. 

He leant his forearms on the railing as he inhaled a deep breath. His mind never stopped, he was always busy. Once again, the weight of the world heavy on him. He just needed his mate to make things better. He’d been alone for so fucking long and it was hurting him so much. He heard the sliding doors behind him but didn't bother looking as he drank some more brandy. He knew from the scent who it was already.

“Come on, Bill, you need to rest. You’ll find her when the time’s right,” Frank said softly as he rested his hand on his shoulder. Frank was his Beta and his best friend. He was ruthless when he needed to be and loyal, but to those he cared for, he was a gentle soul. Billy didn't know how he’d cope without him. Frank had found his first mate a long time ago and she had been human. It wasn’t common but not unheard of either and he honestly didn’t know just why his mother had done it. But Frank had gone on to have two kids with his mate, Maria. He’d loved that family like they were his own, felt their loss as his own once they were gone too. He’d tried hard to comfort his friend after what happened as much as he could but they’d still never been able to get the revenge they needed. Luckily for Frank, Karen came along. Billy had brought her in to help, she was a witch. It was obvious to Billy that they started developing feelings for one another and shockingly enough, it turned out they were mates. Second mates rarely happened and never a witch and wolf pairing. But his mother had told him that it was to help, that Frank was important to him and Frank’s pain was his pain. She’d given Frank a second mate as a gift. Billy would admit that a more selfish part of him, the cold and bitter part of him, longed for the days where he wasn’t the only one alone. Deep down he was happy for Frank but it didn’t ease the sting of knowing his best friend had two mates and he had still yet to meet his own. He always tried to push down those treacherous thoughts when they popped up though. He knew it was unfair and Frank deserved to be happy. 

He turned around and nodded, knowing it was useless to keep thinking about it. He followed his Beta inside to his large room and Frank left him knowing he wanted peace as he sat on the bed for a moment. It was late now. The sky was deep blue, alight from the many stars and the moon. His wolf was yapping at him so he decided he’d go for a run. The guards would always plead with him not to, or to at least let them tail him. They were concerned for his safety but it was futile. He was far stronger than anything that he may come across. He liked to run at night when people weren't watching his every move, when he could just try and free himself and let his wolf have some comfort. He stood and went over to his closet, picking up his work out clothes that he had specially made for him. Something less restrictive than his usual ensemble. Everyone had their uniform of sorts in the castle and he was no different. His usual clothes consisted of deep maroon or black pants, leather boots, a white tunic and his cream and gold jacket with the royal crest on it. If it was cold he’d also wear his furs. His Beta and Gamma had clothes similar to him, the only difference being that their jackets weren't cream and gold, they were cream and black. His elite warriors wore black and red, the staff around the castle wore white and red and the guards wore all black. He didn't like to go around looking too different to everyone else and he sure as hell didn't have a crown on his head. Anyone who didn’t know him and didn't know how the uniforms worked in the castle wouldn't have any clue just who he was and he liked it that way.

He didn't look like a Demigod or King, he looked almost human to the naked eye. His power contained within him. His dark hair was shorter on the sides and longer on top, slicked back out of the way. He had grown out his facial hair just a little and it left him looking more rugged. He looked after his appearance because he liked to, not just because it was expected of him, but he was a King after all and there were certain expectations he was held to. No one would take seriously a King that looked disheveled. All of the women seemed to go wild over his appearance, not that he cared. He did care what his mate would think of him though. He’d never had a relationship and he wouldn't until he found his other half. He never even went back to the same girl twice no matter how persistent they were. He was attractive, he was made to be so. But he also knew it was his power and status that lured in the she-wolves and human women.

He left his room and jogged down the steps. The guard gave him a look but he growled and they bowed their heads, not bothering to ask him knowing he would tell them no. They may have worried for his safety but he was their superior and they had to obey his orders. As he stepped outside, he let the chill of the air soothe his wolf, breathing in the fresh air and relaxing. It was cold but he didn't need layers since his body was like a furnace. Usually, he would run in the vast land that surrounded his castle. He wasn't the only one to live there, his right-hand men did too with their mates. Billy had the whole top floor to himself while the others had the floor below. Then the dining hall and common rooms were on the second floor and the grand entrance and bar on the first, along with the ballroom that he held parties when he needed to. In his grounds he had a large training and weapons center, there were lots of smaller buildings too that housed the staff and the warriors that his Gamma and Beta trained. Some packs sent him their warriors to be trained by the best. He owned all the land around it which was covered with woodland that his wolf adored. The parameter was secured all the way around with a high fence, it was enough to keep things out but guards still did parameter sweeps every hour. The only way in and out of the place was the towering gates at the front. Those too were manned by at least four of his guards at all times.

He started his run as he always did, he always ran the edge of the fence first, effectively doing his own security check at the same time. He let his wolf come to the surface, letting the run soothe him and his restlessness. He couldn't shift and let him take over. He couldn't risk it, not again. The beast inside of him was not something he could control and he wasn't about to put everyone at risk. He could however let him come to the surface and enjoy the moment together, trying to forget about the empty loneliness that gnawed on him from the inside out. He’d been out there for less than an hour when he felt Frank pushing into his mind. 

‘Bill, we got a problem,’ Frank mind-linked him. Billy rolled his eyes as he stopped, catching his breath.

‘What is it?’ he asked back, wiping his sweaty brow with his shirt. He started back to the castle as he waited for a reply.

‘We found a rogue lurkin’ around the fence, the guards brought him in. He's detained in a cell. The thing is… he smells like vamps. Like he's been stayin’ with ‘em,’ Frank's words made Billy stop, his brow furrowing. A fucking rogue with vampires? That was never good. Rogues were a real problem and one Billy never had the patience for. They were a sore spot for him, and as just and merciful as he liked to say he was, when it came to rogues, his ruthlessness and coldness came out full force after what they took from him. The fact there was a rogue that was somehow involved with the vampires he knew they were on the brink of war with, well that spelled trouble. He needed to get information out of the rogue.

‘I’m on my way,’ Billy mind-linked, taking off and running back to the castle.

As he walked inside, Frank and his Gamma Curtis were waiting for him. Curtis was dressed haphazardly, whereas Frank was just in his sleep pants, his short hair stuck up every which way. Billy’s lips twitched up slightly at the sight of them despite the feelings he was having. He knew he needed to calm himself before he went and saw the rogue or he’d never get any information out of him. He’d end up ripping his heart right out of his chest. He couldn't help it though. Frank had mostly gotten over his issues with rogues, knowing in reality, they weren’t the real reason his family was gone. They had simply been a pawn in a much larger game. He’d gotten through his issues by taking out the rogues who had a hand in what happened and it seemed to be enough for him, at least when it came to the rogue part of it all. Billy struggled to get over it though, struggling to see past it all. It would just be a glaring reminder of what he lost, what he failed to protect. They stayed silent as they all made their way down into the dungeons. They didn't need to say anything to know how he was feeling. When the pair had sworn their loyalty to Billy, in order to become his Beta and Gamma and to become immortal like Billy was, they had to do a ritual. A blood bond. They all felt the other’s emotions and with Billy being as strong and old as he was, his emotions were almost amplified compared to theirs. They felt his overwhelming grief and guilt. His blinding pain and anger at the split second he thought of the ones he’d lost. They knew all too well how the pain still haunted the King even if he never spoke about it. Losing his surrogate family all those years ago was something he still couldn't bring himself to talk about but the two men knew it still ate away at him, which is why they were always on hand whenever Billy had to deal with a rogue. They had to make sure Billy didn't lose it and shift. That wasn't good for anyone. 

When they walked through, the putrid smell of piss and vomit floated through the air as they passed the cells. As sad as it was, the smell no longer affected Billy, it wasn't his first rodeo being down here. He could hear the sound of chains being tugged on and snarls as he walked over to where two guards were standing in front of a cell. The guards bowed their heads to him and moved away, letting Billy and his two right hand men look through the bars. A man who looked to be in his 30’s was chained up with silver, growling and snarling. Billy tilted his head as he watched him, catching the man's eyes. It only seemed to make the man thrash more and a wicked smirk spread on Billy’s face.

“Stop fighting,” Billy’s voice was eerily calm yet still more dominant than any other Alpha on the planet. And despite the fact this rogue held no loyalty for the King, his wolf forced him to submit as his body went lax and he glared at Billy. It only made Billy’s smirk widen.

“What are you doin’ with the vampires, rogue?” Billy asked carefully through the bars. The rogue just laughed, the sound empty and devoid of any real happiness and it made the hair on the back of Billy’s neck prickle up. He felt his annoyance growing, his wolf snarling and snapping in his mind. Frank’s hand on the back of his neck grounded him, soothing his wolf and bringing him back to a decent state of mind. He knew it was fucked up that Frank was the one comforting him here after it was Frank’s family that got killed but he couldn’t help it. He felt far too deeply and far too much and he loathed it.

Curtis unlocked the cell and Billy stepped inside flanked by both men. It was an unspoken rule but both Frank and Curtis had well capped syringes of tranquilizer laced with wolfsbane in their pockets. It was part of their job to always have one with them as well as the guards. It wasn't for this rogue, it was for Billy. If he started to shift they were on firm orders to sedate him. Neither of them wanted history to repeat itself and it had been hard enough trying to fix the mess the last time Billy had shifted involuntarily almost a hundred years ago. Knowing the boys would have his back like that gave him some peace of mind. He took a few steps towards the rogue and the rogue spat at his feet as a show of disrespect. It didn't phase Billy one bit but he heard Frank growling at him in contempt for disrespecting his King.

“You're gonna to tell me what the vamps are plannin’ and how the rogues are involved,” Billy stated carefully. Not a question but a statement, because he knew the man would. 

“I won't tell you shit,” the man growled. Billy smirked to himself, pushing out his Alpha aura so much that even Frank and Curtis bowed their heads in submission. The rogue lowered his head, his whole body tense, clearly not liking having no control over his actions.

“That’s funny. Let's see if you still say that in an hour, pain can be a really useful motivator,” Billy grinned eerily, not missing how the rogue’s body tensed up even more. 

Billy wouldn't be the one to extract the information himself. He couldn't trust himself or his wolf not to go too far in those circumstances, no matter how badly he’d love to rip into this insolent little wolf. That was what his men were for. More specifically, Frank and Curtis had a good thing going on when they teamed up, almost like a good cop bad cop routine. Billy took a few steps back, relishing in the fear he could smell from the wolf in chains. He turned to leave the cell and glanced at his Beta and Gamma.

“Do whatever necessary to get him to spill. I don't want him dead until he tells us everythin’ he knows,” he ordered firmly. They both nodded and Curtis stepped out of the cell with him a little.

“Do you want me to send anyone to the Nomad pack? See if they know anything?” he asked quietly with a frown. Billy pursed his lips and heaved a sigh.

“No. The Council has already asked ‘em to come in for a meetin’ and I doubt they know anything,” Billy said as he raked a hand through his hair. He knew what Curtis was getting at though. 

The Nomad pack wasn't just a normal pack of wolves, they were a pack of rogues. It was unusual for rogues to band together to make an actual pack, but they weren't the usual types of rogues. Normal rogues were exiled or left due to how hostile they were, their inability to listen to orders. They were vicious and vile creatures and their humanity was almost non-existent. The Nomad pack were a group of wolves who had suffered loss or who were outcast and treated badly. They were labeled rogue at first for the simple fact that they didn't belong to a pack, but then they banded together and took on more misfits, expanding their pack. They had quite a reputation. Not only because they were the first and only rogue pack but because of the things they had done. People feared them for the fact that they used to be rogues and they were clever enough to use that to their advantage. Before long, other Alphas started requesting their help, hiring them as bounty hunters for unruly pack members or helping in wars, because having the Nomad pack as an ally was far better than having them for an enemy. Billy had met the Alpha once and the Council kept tabs on the pack just on the off chance shit went south with them due to them once being rogues. But Billy didn't think they were a threat. He knew the Council for the past year had been paying the Nomad pack as bounty hunters too for more high profile wanted cases with wolves and they’d been doing a good job with them. As far as he saw it, he didn't see them as rogues anymore, and even before then, he wasn't blind by his hatred enough to not see the difference with the kind of rogues they were compared to the one sitting in his cell. People may think he was vicious when it came to those not in packs but it wasn't the case. He knew not all wolves had the luxury of being in a welcoming pack or having a pack to raise them. 

Curtis was always overly cautious and he knew that's why he was asking. Their connection to rogues was practically non-existent except from a label they used to wear and Billy just knew they weren’t in on this. The Council had requested their presence in a few days anyway so he could just speak to them then, just to ease his Gamma’s mind and assure him they weren't a part of this. With a nod, Curtis went back inside the cell with Frank and Billy started making his way back out of the dungeon. Before he left, he heard the screaming start and he felt his lips curl up into a satisfied smirk at the sound. He’d place a bet that before the sun rose, the little wolf would have squealed at least one useful bit of information. If he knew what was good for him that was. Whatever shit the rogues were cooking up with the vampires couldn’t be good and it needed to be nipped in the bud as soon as possible, he learned that lesson the hard way last time. He knew the war he’d expected was coming sooner rather than later. It was time to amp up his warrior’s training and to call a meeting between the Alpha’s soon. They needed to be ready for whatever came their way.

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Into the Unknown

Billy Russo x Reader

Warnings: Billy Russo, murderous thoughts, mentioned gun

Word Count: 700ish

“Let me get this straight. You’re from another universe where I exist as a fuckin’ fictional character and you’ve come here to change that story’s endin’? Is that right?”

“Yes, I know it’s far fetched-”

“It’s bullshit is what it is. Prove it. Tell me somethin’ only I would know.”

This was such a bad idea. “I have the feeling you might shoot me if I tell you some of the things I know about you.”

“I promise not to shoot you ‘til I’ve heard you out. How ‘bout that, sweetheart?” This man is so much scarier in real life. He’s grinning like a shark.

“I know about Arthur and how you hate being called pretty and your addict mom and Project Cerberus and Agent Orange and Kandahar and what happened to Frank Castle’s family.”

“No shit.” He gives a surprised bark of a laugh. “You were right, that does sound like somethin’ I would shoot you for. Maybe you’re just a spy.”

“Why the fuck would a spy come here unarmed with this sorta reasoning? I have some things on my phone that might help, can I reach for it?”

Billy nods and you pull out your phone. It’s no longer connected to your world, but everything you had open on it is still open. Including Pinterest with quite a few of Billy Russo’s pictures, AO3, and Tumblr. You pull up the pictures first. Ones from when he was overseas and ones of Rawlins.

“How the fuck do you have this?” He snatches the phone from you and starts scrolling.

“I told you. In my world, you are a TV show character. These are from that show and look, these are stories people made based off that show.” You show him a couple tabs left open on your phone, thankfully with some of the more tame fanfics.

“How does it end? My story?” He asks

“It doesn’t end well. But, I want to help. I want to change it.”

“Why? Say I believe all this,” he gestures to your phone and you. “Why would you help me knowing what you know?”

“You’ve had a shit life and done some terrible things, but I think even someone like you deserves someone purely on their side.”

“I’m guessin’ I wasn’t the hero of your show.”

“No, you weren’t.”

“Then who was?”

You hesitate. 

“I’m not going to shoot you, sweetheart.”

“I think you’re going to be upset if I tell you some of the details.”

“Tell me.”

“Frank Castle, he’s the protagonist.”

“And what role do I play? I don’t have a good ending and I'm not the hero. What am I then?”

“You know what you did, Billy. What do you think?” Maybe antagonizing the homicidal narcissistic sociopath isn’t a good idea.

“I think it’s in your best interest to tell me everything you know, now,” he growls and you try not to shrink backwards.

You shake your head, standing your ground. “You’ll kill me if I do that. I’m more useful to you alive, a lot of things happen or will happen in New York that you don’t know about. Besides, it’s more than just what I know, I’ve seen enough to be able to read some of these people. I can help even when things change.”

He cocks his head at you and you know him well enough to see him thinking about killing you, or torturing and then killing you. Maybe this hadn’t been such a good idea. Maybe you should have tried to find Frank and spin things in a way to keep Billy alive. Maybe you should have gone to any of the number of vigilantes in the city. But you had appeared in front of Anvil. You knew you had the chance to change things and you took it. Hell, maybe you are just dreaming and if he kills you, you’ll wake up.

“I’ll deal with you later, I have a meeting to get to. If you really are on my side, you will wait here and not touch anything until I get back. Am I clear?”

“Yes,” you say. Before he leaves, you blurt out just to cover your bases, “Don’t trust Rawlins. He just drags you into messes and makes you clean up after him. He’s more likely to kill you than help you if he thinks you’re a loose end.”

“I know, sweetheart, but thanks for the concern.” Billy smiles at you, without murder in his eyes this time, and leaves you alone in his office, wondering if you’ve made the right call.

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