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petertingle-yipyip · 3 days
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BIGGER PERSON - BILLY RUSSO
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Pairing: billy x castle!reader (established relationship)
Word Count: 1,741
Summary: When Frank’s sister finds out that a) her brother’s alive and b) her boyfriend is supposed to kill him, the conversation quickly turns bad.
Your brother, Frank Castle.
Months had passed and his death still didn’t feel real. You had seen the headstone, found a church that was willing to give the infamous Punisher his last rites. Even though Frank didn’t really care for religion towards the end of his life, your parents would’ve wanted it done so you made sure of it. You sent them the blessed crucifix from the private ritual.
You were frozen in place as the news story played out on your TV. The job Billy was working for the senator, the one he claimed was to protect from the unknown bomber, was also intended to protect him from Frank. Frank, the alleged accomplice to the bomber, was being framed - yet again - as public enemy number one.
You paused the screen when the channel was playing video from a cop car that very clearly showed your brother’s face and pulled your phone to text Billy. But as your finger was finding the conversation, you realized he would very likely lie to you again. He lied about the job to begin with, so why would he owe you an honest answer now.
So instead, you paced your living room until he finally made it home.
When you heard the door open, your grip tightened on the remote and you felt the urge to throw it. Either at Billy or close to it, you didn’t care, but you refrained from either. He walked in and said his usual greeting, moving in to kiss your cheek but you shoved him off.
“Tell me you didn’t know.” You said tightly, hoping the anger in your stare was enough to burn him.
“What do you mean?” He asked, a slight nervous chuckle pairing with the words.
“The bombings. All of it is being blamed on Frank.” You continued.
“Frank?” His brows furrowed and you had the urge to shove him again.
“Don’t talk to me like I’m stupid.”
“No, I- I’m not.” His hands went up in surrender. “I want to finish this discussion, really. But honestly, baby, I’m too damn tired. Can it wait till later?”
“So my brother is alive and I find out by chance from some news story and you want to talk about it later?” You said angrily, gesturing to the paused screen that still displayed the photo captured from a police car’s dash cam.
“Can we not do this, Y/N?” Billy sighed and dropped on the couch, covering his eyes.
“No, I think we should.” You snapped. “That is my brother, Billy. If there was even a rumor that he was still alive, you should’ve told me!”
“It was just a rumor.” He enunciated, still not looking at you. “I hadn’t heard from him so how was I supposed to know it was true?”
“You still should’ve told me!”
“I’m sorry!” He shouted, standing suddenly and. pausing you to take a small step back. “What am I supposed to do about it now? What- What- What do you want from me?”
“Jesus.” You sighed and put your hands up in surrender. “Nevermind. It’s just my brother, right? Who cares? Not like I had a right to know but hey.”
You stormed off to the bedroom and ignored Billy’s muttering as you left. You didn’t even need Billy to confess that he knew or that he was helping Frank hide. All you wanted was an honest apology, but he couldn’t even do that.
The days went on and you still said very little to Billy. You still did your usual routine, breakfast and coffee ready before he went to work. Dinner either on the way or finishing on the stove when he got home. But outside of that, or answering a direct question he asked, you were busy with a book or a new TV show. Anything really that meant you didn’t have to say anything to him.
It was right before his TV interview about the attack on Senator Ori at the hotel, which they were attributing to Frank. He had came out and asked if his tie looked okay and you said “Sure, it’s fine” without facing him.
“Jesus, Y/N/N. How long you gonna act like this?” He complained.
“I shouldn’t have to be the bigger person.” You spat back, still keeping your back to him. “I shouldn’t have to bend to keep us on track. Let me ask you this, Bill. That guy with the- the eye thing. He having you go after Frankie?”
“Y/N…”
“I swear to God I will walk out that door.” You threatened and turned to face him. You watched his eyes dart between yours as he took in your expression. “Everything you’ve been doing lately, was it all about Frank?”
“Yeah...”
“Catching him?”
“Yeah…”
“Killing him?”
You didn’t even know how you managed to get that question out but you did. It felt as if your throat had tightened and the three short syllables were rung out of your voice box like water out of a towel.
“Yeah…” He answered, voice barely above a whisper.
Your heart grew heavy in your chest and it nearly felt
like it had stopped beating.
“And you wonder why I’m pissed off.” You said flatly, pushing past  and leaving him behind you.
“Baby, it's just business, alright? Nothing personal.”
“It should be personal!” You turned and shouted. “That’s my goddamn brother!”
“You want me to apologize for doing my job?” He asked sharply.
“Yes!” You threw your arms forward. “Apologize for trying to kill my brother!”
“It’s my job!”
“Well excuse me for thinking you cared about me more than a fucking paycheck.” You put hands up in surrender and turned away, back into the kitchen.
“C’mon, babe.” He sighed, hurrying after you. “It’s not like that.”
“It’s always up to me, even when it shouldn’t be.” You complained. “You want me to take the blame for a fight and I do. I do because I love you and I always think it’ll be the last time.”
“Y/N…” He said your name softly, confused even. As if he had barely realized what the routine with you had become.
Argue about something, sometimes petty and sometimes not. Then you’ll make up when you apologize, but nothing changes. It was a vicious cycle that Billy was completely oblivious to, until now.
“I think that maybe next time you’ll be the bigger person cause I’m sick and tired of carrying the burden of every argument.” You shrugged, tears forming in your eyes that you ignored. “Keep moving my boundaries so you don’t cross lines, keep quiet when you yell. All cause I thought I had to to make it last between us.”
“I… I didn’t realize.”
“Yeah, I know.”
He took a moment to think over his next words. It felt like a very defining moment for your relationship. He never meant to make you feel that way, and knowing he had was arguably the worst pain he’d ever felt. How did he not notice? How could he do that to you?
“Tell me how to make this right.” He said softly, gently reaching to take your hand. You looked up at him while you let your hand sit in his. He looked at you with wide, soft eyes that were begging for forgiveness. “I’ll do anything.”
“You think it’s that easy?” You countered with a small challenge. “Billy, you’ve been hunting down my brother for a man who doesn’t care about you. That guy will throw you under the bus as soon as he needs to, just like everyone else. But my brother? You know damn well Frank would’ve done anything to protect you. He never would’ve don’t this to you.”
“No… He would’ve.”
“Why?” 
He looked towards the ceiling and sighed heavily. Your stomach felt tight and your blood ran warm with anticipation while you took a step back, taking your hand away from his.
“What did you do?” You urged.
“The carousel.” He began and that knot in your stomach grew tighter.
“You were there?”
“No.” He looked back to you, a silent plea in his expression. To hear him out, to believe him, to forgive him. “No, I wasn’t, I swear.”
“You didn’t shoot him? Or Maria? Or the kids?”
“No, I wouldn’t do it.” He shook his head and you could’ve sworn you saw tears in his eyes. “I said no.”
You were quiet as things began to click and you knew it reflected in your eyes as Billy’s expression changed.
“But you knew… You knew they were coming after my brother and that’s why we went out instead of me going with them.” You realized and the thick weight of betrayal slammed into your chest so hard you thought the bones would break. “How fucking dare you stand in front of me.”
“No, Y/N, please. Let me-“
“Let you what?” You cut in sharply and your hands tightened into fists at your side. “Let you explain? What is there to explain when you just admitted to knowing that your worthless fucking friends were gonna kill my family and you did nothing?” Your voice grew to a scream as you rambled.
His eyes shot to your hands and he took a step back from you.
“My niece and nephew, Billy!” You shouted. “They were kids! And Maria, she loved you. And you just let it happen.”
“I couldn’t do anything.” He spoke quietly.
“You’re kidding, right?” You laughed in disbelief. “You could’ve warned him!”
“He wouldn’t have believed me!” He reasoned.
“Y’know what.” You took a deep breath. “Just get out.”
“Y/N..”
“Aren’t you late for your interview?”
He opened his mouth to speak but the glare you gave him kept him quiet. Instead, he collected his things and went to leave.
“I didn’t want all this.” He called from the door. “It wasn’t supposed to end up this way.”
“Yeah, you worked so hard to keep it from me.” You countered. “Good luck when Frank finds out.”
The door closed soon after and you found your phone. You scrolled your contacts until Karen’s name popped up. You had met the woman when her friends were defending Frank in court and you two had stayed decent friends. You texted and said you had seen the news about Frank and asked if she could help you get in touch with him.
karen (lawyer): just put flowers in the window
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kasagia · 6 months
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The last time
Pairing: William "Billy" Russo x fem! reader Summary: You're done being the less important one. The one who always had to conform to the big asshole and playboy Mr. Billy Goddamn Russo. And this time you really promised yourself that it's over... but is it? Wairning(s): Billy is toxic, but he loves the reader; the reader loves Billy, but everyone is fucked up; fight; swearing; blood; the reader is a doctor; the reader and Billy argue, but both cannot live without each other; violence; weapon; Inspired by: Taylor Swift - The Last Time (Feat. Gary Lightbody) Nonsense from me: I'm so happy I was able to write this in this week. I hope you like it. 💙🖤 P.S. The next oneshot will be with Darkling (Would've, Could've, Should've), but I don't know when I'll be able to write it. 😅 Word count: 6,5k Taglist: @aoi-targaryen
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Find myself at your door Just like all those times before I'm not sure how I got there All roads, they lead me here
When you opened the door, you didn't expect that instead of finding the pizza delivery guy, you would find Billy Russo... or rather, what was left of him.
The hood over his head and his slightly lowered head were unable to hide the scars on his face. You notice that over time they have become... less visible... at least not as angry red as they were in the media after they published the fugitive's photo.
Yeah. You saw the news. (And talked to Maria.) You know what happened.
Maybe you didn't want to deal with a man who had broken your heart many times over the years, but you couldn't just pretend he didn't exist.
His face, his name, even that stupid nickname, Jigsaw, were everywhere. In the newspapers, on TV, on the internet, in your old photo albums and even in your fucking dreams. And now he was standing in front of you. The shell that remains of a one and only Billy Russo.
"May I... may I come in?" he whispered, staring at you uncertainly. You promised yourself that you would slam the door on that scarred face when he came to you... but in your toughts he was more... arrogant... just like he used to be.
"I... I'm not sure." the words come out of you as you look at him, trying to recover from the shock. You thought seeing him in person wouldn't do anything to you. How stupid you were...
"Please... I just want to talk to you. Give me five minutes and then you can sand me back to hell."
You bite your lip. You saw on the news that the Punisher and Jigsaw had teamed up... if Frank could forgive him enough to work with him and let him near Maria and the kids, you could give him that five damn minutes, before you try to kick his ass.
"Only five minutes, Russo." you say as you let him in.
Closing the door behind him, you wonder how far you've fallen by letting him back into your home… but from the way he looks around your place hesitantly, avoiding looking at you, you wonder who's really lost their dignity here.
I imagine you are home In your room, all alone And you open your eyes into mine And everything feels better
"You... you look beautiful." he says as he finally looks at you for the first time since your… rather tumultuous breakup.
"You wanted to talk." you say, crossing your arms as you lean against the dresser and stare intently at the man sitting on your couch.
"I… wanted to come to you after… all this shit. I… I could have lost my fucking memories somehow, but I think you've embedded yourself in my brain more than anything else. I went to your apartment, but you moved away." he admits, avoiding your heavy gaze to stare at the coffee table. You see a sad smile on his face as he stares at the pile of books and papers that were almost always present in any available space in your apartment. Some things don't change.
"I did." you say, closing some of your patient files from him so he can't analyse where exactly you work after you quit your job at Anvil as their private doctor. You collect papers and put them on your desk, turning your back to him. "Some people would get the hint. Did Frank throw out what was left of your brain by smashing your head against a mirror?"
You know it's a low move on your part, but you can't resist making him suffer. And by the way you suddenly feel his warm body behind you, you know that turning your back on your former marine and murderous ex wasn't such a smart idea. You swallow and turn around, crossing your arms to stare defiantly at him.
He is angry. You see it in his eyes. For some strange reason, instead of throwing you against the wall, he decides to close his eyes and take a few calming breaths.
And the part of you that still cares about him reminds you that he never laid a finger on you. Screaming, shouting, verbal threats were options. However, he never lost his temper enough to actually try to hurt you... but maybe you should stop testing your luck after all?
"Well... I... I think he finally put something into my empty head." you shift your puzzled gaze to him. You thought Frankie and Billy would go back to fighting like vicious dogs, trying to kill each other. Apparently, things have changed more than you originally expected.
"And here I thought that no one would be able to get through your thick skull."
"I'm going to therapy." he blurts out. You frown. Well, this wasn't at all what you expected when you saw Billy again. "To… sort it all out." he says, not breaking eye contact with you.
"Well… good for you. But I assume you didn't come here just to brag about it."
Billy shakes his head and takes a step towards you, watching your reaction. You tense up, but then relax as your body subconsciously takes in the scent of his perfume, which after all reminds you of (ironically) safety.
"No. I don't. I... I'm here to ask you if..."
"Stop it. Whatever you are about to ask me, my answer is no. I don't want to have anything to do with you." you interrupt him before he makes any suggestions for you to consider. "Not after what you did to me, to Frankie, to Castles. I'm glad you're on the mend, but I don't want to know you, Russo."
"Y/N, please..." he sighs pleadingly and reaches up to cup your cheek. You grab his hand before you can feel his fingers on you in a tender gesture that so often melted your heart for him.
"DON'T... just leave. Do one damn thing for someone else's sake and just leave. Let me be as I was." you say, glaring at him and internally cursing yourself for the tremble in your voice.
Somehow you win this battle of hurt glances because the next thing you hear in the room after his heavy breathing is the door slamming as he leaves. You are left alone. You're shaking with the emotions that are flowing through you now. You put your hand to your mouth and cried quietly.
Billy fucking Russo always had to come and mess up your life like a damn master.
And right before your eyes I'm breaking, no past No reasons why Just you and me
You come back from your shift at the hospital to find Frankie sitting outside your apartment door.
"One more such trip to the past, and I swear I will take a dog from the shelter and threaten you with it. What do you want, Frank?" you ask, crossing your arms and glaring at the Punisher.
"Nice to see you too, Doc. Have you finally learned how to sew people up, or are you still torturing them?" he asks with a mischievous smile, standing up and walking over to you.
"It was only once in Afghanistan, and in my defence, you were squirming like a dog in a nettle. Besides, it's not my fault you fell on knives because you stumbled like an idiot after the action was over."
The man laughs and pulls you into a hug. "It's been too long. Too bad you fucking ran away from Russo all the way here, I hate coming back to this town. By the way, Maria and kids missed you too."
"I spoke to them just yesterday on Skype. Besides, somehow this distance doesn't stop you from harassing me. And not only you. Billy was here two weeks ago." you say, leading him into your apartment. You give him a stern look as he walk inside. He rolls his eyes at me but bends down and takes off his shoes before walking further in.
"I thought so. He's been looking like shit for two weeks. I'm sure he now consists of 70 percent alcohol. Lisa wondered if his corpse on the couch was starting to decompose enough for Maria to let her perform an autopsy on him." you smile at the mention of your goddaughter. That's your little girl.
"If you tell me you're here to stand up for him, I'll kick you out of my apartment. The idea of letting him be part of your family again after all this shit he has done is sick. You're a fucked-up man, Frankie."
"Y/N, it's not what it looks like."
"Frank damn it, he almost helped kill your family! If I hadn't let Maria talk me into going with you that damn morning to the Central Park and forgave him after seeing those fucking eyes of a broken puppy, he probably wouldn't have lifted a finger to save Maria, kids and you!"
"I thought so too, so I shattered up his face, and we did a lot of shitty, sick things to each other, but believe me, it's not that simple. This fucking mess around us... is partly his fault, but not in the way we first assumed. He's still my brother… he's still our Bill."
You sigh, running a hand through your hair. You were fed up with it all. All this drama that's going on around Russo. Sometimes I wonder if it wouldn't have been better if they'd never called you in to stitch up that damn Marine and you'd never met him...
"I don't care, Frank. He hurt you. For money. He can go and keep selling himself like a whore." you say bitterly and walk past the man standing in the middle of your living room. You go to the bar and pour yourself a glass of something stronger.
"You can't be serious."
"I fucking am, Castle." you reply dispassionately, drinking the alcohol in a gulp. You pour yourself another glass and sit on the couch, watching the conflicted man in front of you.
"Come on. It's you and Billy. You always came back to each other. After every shit, big fight and breakup. Like a damn Ross and Rachel."
"For the last time I'm telling you, stop fucking watching Friends with Lisa and Maria, it's our show. Besides, this isn't damn Friends or any soap opera, Frankie. Billy fucked up. Ultimately. Nothing will change that, so just fuck off or accept it. God! You're taking our breakup worse than that cold bastard." you laugh bitterly and finish your glass. You set it down on the coffee table with a bang and run a hand through your hair. No. You won't get drunk again because of that damn asshole.
"Bullshit. He's a mess… I've never seen him like this."
"Do I look like I care?" you ask him, raising an eyebrow defiantly.
"You fucking liar, you couldn't stop loving him overnights."
You don't answer right away. He was right. You couldn't stop loving someone who was so deeply embedded in your soul, who saw all of you and became a part of your heart so easily... but loving Billy hurt you more than staying away from him. And for once in your life, you just want to feel at peace and be somewhat happy. Even without Bill by your side.
"If you want something, you better fucking say it or get the hell out." you say, not looking at him as your attention is drawn to your hands instead of the man standing in front of you.
He sighs, tightening his grip on the chair. You see his white knuckles, and for a moment, you think he's going to break the back of the chair. He sighs suddenly and relaxes his muscles, staring at you with a less angry look.
"I need your help."
This is the last time I'm asking you this Put my name at the top of your list This is the last time I'm asking you why You break my heart in the blink of an eye (Eye, eye)
You imagined your reunion with everyone a little worse. Maria and the kids were in a safe house outside the city, but it was nice to meet the rest of your old friends (in the case of the murder of the last of Rawllins' men, but hey, people talk about different things, right?) And it was really nice... until Billy returned to the apartment.
As soon as his dark-brown irises met yours, an unpleasant, awkward silence fell in the living room. You felt not only his gaze but also the curious gazes of the others as they glanced between the two of you.
"What the hell is she doing here?" he asks, shooting an angry, betrayed look at Frankie.
"Don't worry. I'll be gone as soon as I make sure the Castles are out of any danger. I don't really feel like seeing your face too." you say, giving him a defiant look. You turn your head away from him and towards Micro as quickly as you can.
Billy had dark circles under his eyes, a paler face than usual, and obvious signs of sleep deprivation. You'd care if he was more than just a piece of trash who betrayed people close to him. Yet you still cared.
However, the man does not give up easily. He walks over to you, stands in front of you, and takes your chin in his hand to make you look at him. If you didn't know better, you'd think you saw pain in that son of a bitch's eyes.
"You don't have to look at me from the hiding place where we put Maria and the kids, so get your pretty ass out of here and don't cause us any more troubles than we already have."
"How dare you talk about them after what you did?!" you growl at him in anger, pushing his hand away and standing up to face him. "All the trouble we're having is because you're a selling-out motherfucker who betrayed the only people in this world who fucking cared about you!"
Billy clenches his fists and takes a step towards you, leaning towards you. You both breathe quickly, shooting each other hostile glances, waiting to see who will break away and attack first. The tension in the room is so great that you can almost feel sparks flying between you. Frank quickly steps between the two of you, gives Billy a stern look and turns to face you.
"Save the lovers' quarrel and make-up sex for later, okay? Billy, Y/N is coming with us. Y/N, you're not trying to kill Billy until we do what we have to do, and it's best not to argue with him at all. Same with you, Bill. Can you do it, or are you resentful young brats who will be at each other's throats after a breakup?" he says, looking between you two. You huff, crossing your arms and staring at Castle.
"And since when did you become such a responsible asshole, Frankie?" you ask mockingly, raising an eyebrow in question.
"Since we've been planning a glorious murder at those, who tried to kill my family." you sigh and nod. He is right. Killing these bastards is your priority. You can't let your feelings for that asshole who still manages to get under your skin somehow complicate your already difficult mission.
"Fine. Just keep him away from me." you growl in anger and walk past Billy, elbowing him as you go to get ready for your 'mission' with the boys.
And if you looked over your shoulder, you would see a dark brown irises staring longingly at your retreat towards the armoury silhouette.
You find yourself at my door And just like all those times before You wear your best apology But I was there to watch you leave And all the times I let you in Just for you to go again Disappear when you come back Everything is better
A ring at your door at 2 a.m. should make you suspicious.
You should pretend to sleep and finish studying for the last exam that separates you from your desired diploma. You promised yourself that after completing your specialisation, you would leave the army and move to a state hospital. You were fed up with gunshots all around you. For now, you were well on your way to shedding your soldier's uniform and permanently donning a doctor's coat.
You were one exam away from your dreams... and one Billy goddamn Russo who was standing outside your door.
Before you could close it in his face, the man stuck his shoe between the door and the frame. You curse under your breath and open them again to meet this hot damn asshole on your doorstep.
"You shouldn't open the door at this hour without checking who's behind it." he starts, resting his hand on the door as if to make sure you won't shut it in his face again. Only now do you notice his bag slung over his shoulder. He must have come here straight from the airport as soon as he landed.
"A lesson for the future. What do you want?" you ask dryly, crossing your arms. He looks at you tiredly and sighs. The hand that isn't holding the door is combing through his hair. Dog tags hang from his neck as he bows his head slightly before looking back into your eyes.
"Please... I just want to talk." he pleads, wearing his best apologetic, kicked puppy look.
"We have nothing to talk about. Can you let go of my door now? I have an important exam tomorrow; I need to get some sleep." he smiles slightly. Reluctantly, you feel your chest warm up at that damn cute smile.
"Knowing you, honey, you probably weren't even going to go to sleep, just keep revising the material."
"What are you doing here? There were no more sheets of paper in Afghanistan? The poor postman used to come here with a bag full of letters from you. I felt bad sending them back just because of him."
"So… you haven't read any?" he asks, swallowing and staring at you with those damn eyes you would kill for someday.
"Why? I broke up with you before I left the unit. I was just your sexy doctor, right? Or maybe I'm distorting your words? I'm almost sure that's what you called me while bragging to your colleagues in the unit that you fucked the coldest and most unapproachable bitch from the base."
"These same colleagues saw me rage and fall apart as I was getting my letters back from you. I was the one of us, who was there to watch you leave." he responds to your accusations, and the pain in his eyes almost convinces you to throw yourself into his arms. But luckily, you remember the nights you spent crying because of the asshole in front of you.
"And I was the one who overheard that everything between us was some kind of fucking adventure for the time being until you get to another woman." you growl angrily, trying to slam the door on him, but his hand on it prevents you from doing so. He pushes himself inside your apartment and pins you to the wall, closing the door behind him with a loud bang. Loud enough to have your neighbours hear that.
"It's not true… what was between us… it was the only real thing I ever had in my damn life." he says with a shaky voice and you see tears forming in his eyes. "Neither of us expected what was between us to turn into something more than a few-month fling, but here I am, flitting around without you like a moth searching for the fucking light after spending years in the darkness, which was my life without you. I care about you. More than anything. More than I want to admit, more than I would like. That damn much that I would travel halfway around the world for you, I will grovel at your feet just to be fucking close to you."
You let your tears flow freely as you listened to his confession. You know what the man in front of you has been through—what demons of his past pursued him at every turn. And maybe it's his words; maybe it's those damn, tearful eyes that allowed you to see his vulnerability, hidden for so many years; or maybe you just can't live without him either...
Anyway, you grab his dog tags and pull him towards you for a passionate, tearful kiss as both of you realise one terryfing truth... You need each other.
"This is the last time, Russo." you whisper against his lips as he guides you towards your bedroom, stripping you of your clothes.
And right before your eyes I'm aching, run fast Nowhere to hide Just you and me
"What the fuck are you thinking you are doing?" you ask him angrily as he drags you by your elbow away from the shooting.
Things have gone a bit south. Frank didn't anticipate how much support the group we were supposed to kill would get, and now they cut off your group, and now you were forced to work with Billy to get out of here and kill the people you had to. A very mad Billy Russo in his stupid mask.
"I'm saving your ass. Stay here. I'll take care of the rest." he says, letting go of your elbow as he looks around the room.
"There's no fucking option. You won't play my hero, Russo." you say, and reload your gun.
"You won't distract me. You're staying here. End of discussion." he walks up to you and tries to grab the gun out of your hand. You struggle with him and use the grip he taught you to push him away. After a while, you aim your gun at him. You see a hint of fear in his eyes. You shoot, killing the guy standing in the doorway behind him.
"I'm not you. I don't kill my people." you growl at him in anger and move past him to drag the dead man inside and close the door. Billy is grateful for his mask... at least you can't see his shocked, pained expression.
He pulls up a chair and starts rummaging through the flap of the ventilation duct. During this time, you take the gun and bullets from the corpse.
"I would never kill the Castles." he says, not looking at you as he continues to open the vent. "They are my family... just like you."
"You haven't been my family for a long time." you snort at his seemingly tender words. You shiver when he suddenly jumps from the chair and pins you to the wall. Even from behind his mask, you can see how hurt and furious he is.
He holds your arms tightly, almost in a bruising embrace, as he whispers from under his mask so quietly that you can barely hear his words and his voice shaking with emotion.
"Everything... I've ever done... I've done for you. For us."
"There are no us, Russo." You growl in anger and push his arms off of you. You go to the air vent, but he grabs you by the waist and pulls you towards him. You fight him, even going so far as to rip off his mask, but he still holds you in a tight hug, staring into your eyes.
"I fucking love you; do you understand?! With my entire pathetic existence. I know that now you only see me as a monster and that my face is disgusting, but I can't... I can't lose you. Not you. I can endure everything—insults, your hatred... just... please... please don't leave me." he whispers desperately, cupping your cheek in one hand and resting his forehead against yours. You close your eyes, feeling tears welling up in them. You can't count how many times you cried because of that bastard in front of you.
"You think I care about your scars? I don't give a damn about them. What's keeping me away from you is your ugly inside, Russo. You don't care about anyone suffering as long as you profit from it. I'm disgusted by your personality and by the fact that you were willing to sell out your best friend's family and all the people who cared about you for goddamn money and fame. And I hate you, because somehow, even after all you've done, I still care about your damn ass."
His thumb strokes your cheek tenderly as you let him kiss the tears off your face as you almost fell apart in his hands, which you've missed for so long.
“Y/N, my heart, I swear I would never, ever hurt them. You have to believe me. I wouldn't risk what we have… I wouldn't risk losing you after having no one to care about for my whole messed-up life.”
And you're inclined to believe him. You are willing to forget everything and just accept him back. But then you hear a faint beeping sound. You both freeze, staring at each other.
Billy works fast. Too fast for you. He pushes you into the vent and closes the hatch behind you before you can do anything. After a moment, a quiet explosion echoes from the room below you, masking your frantic scream of his name.
This is the last time I'm asking you this Put my name at the top of your list This is the last time I'm asking you why You break my heart in the blink of an eye (Eye, eye)
Billy was not a good man. He knew it. He had no reason. Life never spoiled him, and everything he worked for he had to tear out with his nails. He had no reason to be good. But what he was about to allow now would seal who he was forever. There would be no turning back. And he knew it the moment he joined Castles in the Central Park.
He actually had nothing to lose. Y/N left him, and it would only be a matter of time before Frank would turn on him. He would be alone again. At least he would have guaranteed his future... however empty it might be. But he always believed that it was better to be depressed in an expensive sports car than anywhere else.
At least that's what he thought until he saw Y/N again, for the first time since their next big (this time final, which he deeply believed) breakup. And God, she was beautiful. More beautiful than ever.
She was wearing that little black floral dress that he loved, and she was joking about something with little Lisa as she dragged her through Central Park and the stands. Little Castle led her towards him.
Quiet: "Don't fuck it up, Uncle Bill." came from Frank Jr.'s mouth, before the kid disappeared, likely going to his father, who was probably already watching him. A young boy had to stop using such words. Maria would have his and Frank's heads for it.
Billy's eyes met yours. He gulped, watching as you walked up to him, and Lisa disappeared, probably going to the hideout where her parents were, watching him and Y/N. He clears his throat as you stand in front of him and gives you one of his practiced smirks... though he doubts he's acting as confident as he should be.
"Hi." he says quietly, staring at your face. His stupid heart beats like crazy as he completely forgot everything that wasn't you.
"Hi." you reply, playing with one of the rings on your finger—a nervous habit that he has despised since he felt the need to put HIS ring on you that you can play with and twirl on your finger when you feel insecure. "It was a long time."
"Indeed." he agrees and puts his hands in his pockets, trying to appear nonchalant. "You look beautiful, how are you?" he asks, as if he didn't have people positioned around you, to keep you safe and out of his troubles... the daily update about your life was the only thing that kept him from losing his mind after... losing you.
"All right. I got this job at the hospital." he knows. He himself made a transfer to the account of the hospital's head so that he would employ you there. Still, a smile appears on his face at the excitement in your eyes.
"I told you it was only a matter of time. You are the best surgeon in the USA."
"Well, I doubt Frank would agree with that." you laugh, and he can't help but join you. Frank was your test subject. A very grumpy test subject. Billy could never complain about being a little too strict or stitching it up too quickly at your beginnings. You were just perfect in his eyes.
"Don't listen to him, he is just a brat." he says, nudging your shoulder gently with his. And suddenly, you both stare at each other. You both linger on the other's lips for a moment longer.
"I missed you, Bill." you admit and his heart starts beating wildly.
He swallowed. No. He can't drag you into his shit. You would be better off without him... but as you stood in front of him, looking at him with those beautiful eyes of yours that he would do anything for, he knew he had lost. And much sooner than he realised it.
He pulls you into his embrace. And when you wrap your arms around him, when you snuggle into his chest, and he inhales your scent, burying his nose in your hair, he knows he's home. He knows that he wants to feel this way forever and that life without you simply makes no sense to him anymore. And if he were anyone else, if he hadn't gone through all this shit in his life, he would have cried right there.
Instead, he pulls you closer to his chest, almost digging his fingers into your back, and whispers softly, his eyes closed tightly:
"This is the last time, I won't hurt you anymore." he kisses your head, sealing his promise. He will burn the world for you. And nothing will stop him.
And as you sit next to him on the bench, across from the Castles, who are teasing you about how you two can't live without each other, he just smiles and texts his people to call off the action. Unbeknownst to you all, he declares war on Rollins, writing to him: "No one hurts my family. That's the end of the deal."
This is the last time you tell me I've got it wrong This is the last time I say it's been you all along This is the last time I let you in my door This is the last time, I won't hurt you anymore Oh-ho, oh-ho, oh-ho, oh-ho Oh-ho, oh-ho, oh-ho, oh-ho
You've been holding his hand since you returned to the Castles' house after his doctors examined him and patched him up. They didn't let you get to him. Something about an emotional attachment would cloud your judgement as a doctor. Stupid bullshit, but there was nothing you could do against Frank's strong grip as he held you in the hallway until you were allowed to carry him home. You're sure Castle had scratches from your nails when you tried to get away to go to Billy.
You shiver when Frank suddenly enters the room and hands you cup of tea. You take it from him without a word with one hand, and with the other, you still hold Billy, waiting for him to wake up. Frank snorts and sits down in the chair next to you, watching you closely.
"He'll get through this. Fortunately, he didn't set himself on fire, he just crashed into the opposite wall." you shiver, ignoring his words as you sip your tea. "Although I doubt he'll have any luck next time if you dump him again. Who knows what he'll do next time just for you to hold his hand."
"What the hell are you talking about?" you ask angrily, shifting your outraged gaze to him. He just shrugs.
"Do you think he let me give him those scars just like that? This is some form of his twisted compensation or punishment. The fact that he was hoping you would magically come get him and patch him up only encouraged him more to stay still as I smashed his face."
"You're fucked up. Both of you. No normal people would come back to being friends after something like that."
"We're all fucked up. Me, because I still see him as a brother. He, because he still wants to be part of my family. And you, who love him despite everything, but leave him at every possible opportunity." you turn your gaze away from him to Billy. He is right. And that hurts the most.
"Every time I promise myself it will be the last time. That I will never go back to him. That this is the last time he breaks my heart without even blinking. One last time I let him back into my life, but I… I just can't, Frankie… I can't leave him, no matter how much he destroys me."
"He thinks he's not worthy of you. That you deserve better." you huff bitterly, shaking your head, trying to fight away the tears.
"There is nothing for me apart from him." you whisper, staring blankly at your linked hands with Billy's. "Not after everything I've been through with him."
"Then stick with it. It's better to be fucked up together." you are laughing. It's not that simple, it never was… or maybe it was you who didn't want to make it such a simple thing.
"You should go to Maria and the kids." you say, wanting to get rid of him. You don't know what you feel. All you know is that you won't leave this room until those dark brown irises look back at you again.
"Will you stay with him?" he asks, and from the heavy atmosphere in the room, you feel like this question means more. He asks if you will stay forever. You lift your hand and gently run through Billy's short hair, observing what happened to him after the two of you were apart... and in fact, you weren't holding up any better than he was.
"Yes... yes I will." you whisper, never taking your eyes off his face. And you feel like something heavy has fallen off your chest. Months of crying, anxiety and apathy passed with the snap of a finger.
"I want to be godfather to your first. And for him to have Frankie as his second name if it's a boy."
"Fuck you, Castle." you say and throw a spare pillow at him. The man laughs as he leaves. He closes the door behind him and you look at the unconscious Billy.
"This is the last time, Russo. I mean that. Don't fuck it up." you whisper and kiss your joined hands.
This is the last time I'm asking you this Put my name at the top of your list This is the last time I'm asking you why You break my heart in the blink of an eye This is the last time I'm asking you this (This is the last time I'm asking you this) Put my name at the top of your list (Put my name at the top of your list) This is the last time I'm asking you why (This is the last time I'm asking you why) You break my heart in the blink of an eye (You break my heart) This is the last time I'm asking you, last time I'm asking you Last time I'm asking you this This is the last time I'm asking you, last time I'm asking you Last time I'm asking you this
The gentle brushing of your hair is the first thing you feel when you wake up. Another is his tight grip on your hands, as if he's afraid you're just a product of his head high on painkillers. You raise your head slowly. His hand slips from your hair and rests hesitantly on your cheek.
"Hello." he whispers, staring at you. And for a moment, you just stay like that, each drinking in the sight of the other.
And your heart breaks when you see him waiting for the moment when you start screaming at him, when you take away the closeness he missed so much.
So against your better judgement and what you should do, you lean in and kiss him sweetly, cupping his cheek in your hand. You caress one of his worst scars with the pad of your thumb as he responds to your kiss. His hands stay stiffly in place as he's afraid to move, lest he disturb this moment between you, to feel your lips as long as possible.
You pull away from him and rest your forehead against his. You close your eyes, catching your breath. You feel his burning, confused gaze on you, but you don't move. You don't say anything. You just sit there, enjoying his touch and his closeness, not thinking about the conversation you need to have.
"I missed… I missed this." he whispers shakily. You feel him burning with the desire to taste your lips one more time, but he maintains some semblance of control and settles for just moving the hand that isn't cupping your cheek to your waist.
"Me too."
"I know I screwed up. But… I will never… never again…" you kiss him again, interrupting him. You brush away the tears that fall down his cheek with your thumbs and gently brush your nose against his as you end your kiss.
"Shhh... I know." you whisper, straddling him, needing to feel him as close to you as possible after everything that happened. You were both shattered, but maybe you could put each other back together?
"Are you sure?" he asks, swallowing. You nod and bury your face in the crook of his neck, breathing in his scent. He strokes your back slowly, drawing patterns with his fingertips under your blouse. You shiver at the feeling of his touch on your skin.
"This is the last time, Russo. Either we succeed or... it's over. And I mean it. There will be no great quarrels and returns, no appearances on the doorstep of the other at midnight. We'll either be honest with each other... and make it work... or we won't be together at all. You understand? We're at the top of each other's lists, or not at all. I don't want anything less, any toxic love, any blaming each other, and all that bullshit. We take each other and try to do something with us, or we end it."
He nods and pulls you closer to him, digging his fingers into your back, anchoring you to his chest.
"Deal. I hope you know, you just stuck with me forever, because I'm not leaving you." you lift yourself gently from his chest to look at him. Your eyes water as your eyes meet and for the first time in a long time, you allow yourself to fully express your feelings to him.
"Just... don't make me ask you this again... don't hurt me. Please."
Billy pulls you into a tender kiss, showing you all the love and devotion he has for you. Trying with your actions to ensure that this time will be different, that you will never suffer because of him again, that you will never run away from each other again, that you will never watch the other one leave again.
"I'm nothing without you. Trust me. I tried to live without you and look how it ended." he jokes, and in any other situation you wouldn't find it funny, but now, fueled by the high of being with him again, you giggle stupidly into his neck. Billy smiles fondly and strokes your hair, pressing a kiss to your forehead.
"Break my heart again, and it will end worse for you. I have connections in the mortuary, Russo." he huffs, undeterred, and pulls you closer.
"Please. As if you didn't fly across two states just to stitch my face together because you didn't believe in the competence of the doctors at the hospital." you blush as you realizes that he knew about your moment of weakness after you found out what happened to him after his fight with Frank.
"How did you know?"
"I'd know your stitches anywhere." he says with a shrug and pulls you in for a kiss.
Maybe this really was the last time after all… and this time you will stitch the scattered pieces of both of you together for good.
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hellsfirekeepsyouwarm · 8 months
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Hiii. Please write something with Billy Russo. Your choice but please some fluff 🙏🏻
Hello Luv, here i go with your request, thanks for sending it my way <3
"Pretty Face Like You"
Billy Russo x Reader
Summary: Billy wait for you to arrive to your usual place, finally deciding to give in to his feelings for you.
Warnings: Alcohol, cuteness
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The air is filled with the smell of alcohol, sweat and various perfumes mixed together. All type of people sitting around, noisy truck drivers playing pool, girls in bachelorette uniform shirts giggling every damn time his eyes swift over them, depressed lone wolves lining up at the bar stools. On second thought, he might understand the flirt the ladies give him, he indeed looks like one of those lonely guys, waiting to be snatched up by someone. Couple of months ago, he wouldn't even wait for one of them, he would be at their table, stealing the spotlight for himself. But right now, he's just waiting for you to put your pretty ass down on the chair next to him, and devour him with your presence. He's been glancing at the entrance too many times, expecting you emerging any minute. He acts like you are late, but he arrived early, there is still time before your scheduled time, but he can't help the nervousness that forces his eyes towards that door all the time.
He ordered your drink already, knowing by heart what you'll have, in the meanwhile trying to stay away from his own drink, his fingers playing on the cold bottle to distract his brain. He wants to chug it down to ease his nerves, but he can't be drunk when you arrive. So his sips are subtle, just for the taste really.
He sees the bartender looking at him, pity in her eyes. She surely thinks he's being stoop up. Billy can sense her intentions, but is still slightly taken back by her offer.
"You know, a pretty face like you shouldn't spend the evening alone. I close at 2 if.."
He feels a light breeze next to him, unable to stop the smile creeping up on his lips.
"I'm sorry love, traffic was a pain on my ass." You say sweetly, your hand signaling your arrival on Billy's shoulder, your palm pressing down as you help yourself up to the bar stool. It's a simple act, but nevertheless it makes his heart throb in his throat. Anything that serves you he would give happily and willingly.
His head turns slowly, the playful smile plastered on him, excitement coursing through in his veins. How can someone feel so much at the same time? He is nervous, excited, happy and giddy, scared and terrified. Every fucking emotion is toying with him when he looks at you.
You smile, eyes sparkling with mischief. Oh you think you saved him from the unwanted attention, eyes scanning the bartender. He can see flashing something on your face, a slip of your facade, only for a brief second before you regain your usual soft look.
He swears he can see his future in your eyes. Now the thought not as scary as the first time it happened. And not as cringe. It's a thought belonging in romcoms, not in his head, but that doesn't make it go away, he's no longer opting to remove it either.
"Hey." He gives you a side hug, electricity shocking his skin when your face meets with his. You smell delicious, fresh out of the shower, he thinks. Wearing the perfume he likes so much, now lingering on his own clothes. "Arrived just in time."
"Uh, i'm sure it would have been terrible to be snatched by the pretty blonde for the night." You tease. Billy knows it's your way to find out if you stepped over the line. With his dating habits, you never knew when to interrupt, and when no to. Billy visibly shift of the thought, you seeing him mingle with women he cannot even remember. It's ridiculous honestly. He can't recall the times you have seen him flirting, but he can vividly remember every damn occasion you got male attention.
"Oh, i enjoy the look on her face way more than i would enjoy a night in her bed."
"Uhum, she was utterly baffled." You smile, more to yourself really, putting your glass to your lips. You hide away, behind your casual actions, to prevent him to see the tremble in your hands, or how you rub your palm against you denim jeans. But he sees everything. Nothing goes past him, giving him the feedback he's yearning for. That you are just as smitten with him, as he is with you. He's been looking for the signs, the clues. The ones he ignored or took as a winning when it came to everybody else.
"Let's make the most of it then." Billy just does what his heart tells him to. He grabs your barstool, pulling you with it awfully close. Your eyes widen, and it's the most adorable thing he ever witnessed. You are so clueless and awkward, but it is what he's living for.
"What are you doing William?" You say, merely a whisper, a whisper he's not sure he heard, his focus is on to repress his grow that forms in his throat at the feeling of your body flush against his.
He sees your surprised face under his half lidded eyes, already ecstatic from you. He's not hiding it anymore. The fear of you denying his affection is gone with every little doubt he had. Your sparkly eyes hungrily roams Billy's face, eyes to his pink tainted cheeks, right down to soft lips, tongue darting out, licking his upper lip. You are so caught up in the moment, you forget to hide the awe on your face.
Billy will forever lock this image in his memory, you are bare in front of him, beautifully confused by his actions. In this fragment of time, he knows exactly how a wedding band would look on your finger, and how your kids will inherit that spark from your eyes, and he would never it to say it out loud how much he cares about you. Past William Russo might would have laughed at himself, thinking it's a naive thing, a soft thing to feel this way about someone, but in the midst of his dangerous life, he can see himself find some relief in you.
"Billy," You ask, still shocked, pretty doe eyes looking up at him under dark lashes. He focuses on your lips, ready to take a leap of faith, and trusting his instinct about you reciprocating his feelings.
You just let it happen, frozen to your place, his kiss soft and demanding, giving and taking, a moan of satisfaction bubbles between the two of you when you kiss back. And oh my god he is the happiest man on earth. He wants to stop, but it's hard when you are so sweet and irresistible against his body, the heat growing inside him a like a wildfire.
If you don't break the kiss, he would have continued, not a care in the word who sees you. But you are embarrassed, cheeks flushed crimson red, shifting nervously on your seat. You look around, but all he sees is you. You are at the edge, your brain trying to overcome the awkwardness and the confusion. He gently pulls your chin towards him, a comforting and warm look in his eyes.
"Darling..." He starts, but you interrupt him with a quick peck, unsure but a kiss nevertheless. He smiles brightly, cocky even.
"Oh that look, Russo. Don't make me regret doing that." You say with a regained confidence he knows and loves.
His palms in the air, acting like nothing happened, but the grin is more apparent than ever on his handsome features.
"I don't know what look you are talking 'bout." He murmurs into your skin, causing a tremble in your body, goosebumps decorating your skin. "Can we get out of this place, love?"
All he needs a nod from you, sweeping you up from your seat, leaving the unfinished drinks with lovesick giggles.
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lemonsuponlemons · 1 year
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[warning: sexual content]
Billy excuses himself from the table. Walking towards the restaurant bathroom, he catches a glimpse of the men sitting nearby - they've been getting on his nerves all night. Snickering, whispering and shamelessly gawking at you in a way that even made him uncomfortable. Although, in all fairness, he understood the commotion. It was part of the reason he needed to leave your vicinity for a moment.
He locks the bathroom door behind him and lets out an exhausted sigh. Were his trousers always this uncomfortable? Billy shifts uncomfortably, tugging at his pants. With all the strength he can gather, he tries to take deep breaths and not think of the short button-up dress you're wearing. Especially, not the first two buttons you have, definitely on accident, left open. Or the way the peach-coloured material wrapped around your hips and waist, luring him in like a siren. You really are testing his patience.
With another deep breath and a ragged sigh, Billy leaves the bathroom, appearing as though he didn't just go through a small crisis. Walking towards you, his eyes watch the chattering men who are pointing at something in your general direction. Billy's angry eyes catch the stare of one of the gawkers. The thought that any of them could have a chance with you would be funny in its delusion if it didn't piss him off so much. He snorts mockingly.
Looking back at you, his eyes linger on your cleavage a little longer than befits a gentleman. To be honest, he'd love to just rip that flimsy dress off of you and creampie you right against the restaurant table for the shameless men to watch. He could stare into their envy-ridden eyes as your pathetic whimpers fill their ears.
The lovely fantasy plays in his mind while he sits down across from you. You're nearly done with your americano and soon enough, he'd take you anywhere he wants. Anyhow he wants.
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marvelmusing · 2 years
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Rescue Mission
Pairing: Billy Russo x Fem!Reader
Summary: During a disastrous blind date you reach out to your best friend Billy, and he offers to come to your rescue.
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You: My blind date at the bar has offered to take me home, thoughts?
Billy’s response arrives as soon as you’ve shut the toilet lid, so you sit down and look at your phone.
Billy: Considering the fact that you’re hiding in the restroom texting me, I think you’re leaning towards a no
You: I’m not hiding
Billy: Sure you’re not baby
A blush warms your cheeks, as it always does when Billy is so casually affectionate with you. Karen insists that it’s because he likes you, but you’re too scared to ruin what the two of you have. You’ve never had a best friend before, and Billy means the world to you. Frank has told you that Billy isn’t open with anyone like he is with you. But isn’t that what best friends are for?
Billy: So what’s he like?
You: Older
You: Keeps telling me that older guy’s are more experienced
You: And did the classic ‘age is just a number line’ and winked
You: So it isn’t great tbh
Billy: Jesus
Billy: I’m on my way
Billy: Just stay in the restroom until I get there okay?
A well of emotion catches in your throat, Billy knows how awkward and anxious you get in certain situations. You feel like you can breathe a little easier now that you know Billy is on his way.
You: Thank you Billy
Billy: Don’t mention it
Billy: I’ve got Jim driving me so you can keep texting me
You shake your head at the thought of Billy turning up at this dive of a bar with his chauffeur. But you’re glad you can continue texting Billy, instead of sitting in the restroom alone with your thoughts.
Billy: Keep telling me how awful he is so I have an excuse to beat the shit out of him
You: Thank you
You: But please don’t
You: Don’t want you getting in trouble over me
Billy: Alright princess
Billy: A clean in and out rescue mission it is then
You: I don’t think I can afford an Anvil bodyguard
Billy: I’m sure the CEO could offer you a discount
You: How generous of him
You: Sounds like a nice guy
Billy: If you say so princess
You frown at his words. He always doubts himself, and he accepts compliments even worse than you do.
You: Billy
You: A bad guy wouldn’t be ruining his night to come and rescue me
You: You’re one of the good ones
Billy: My night isn’t ruined if I get to see you
Your heart skips a beat as you read his words. Seeing Billy will most definitely improve your night as well.
Billy: Do you want me to sneak you out? Or do you want me to show him you’re unavailable?
You: *Tell
Billy: What?
You: You said show him instead of tell
Billy: Oh no I’d show him
You: ????
Billy: By kissing you for the whole bar to see
Your jaw drops, and you breathe out a stunned laugh. Billy had that natural confidence that always put you at ease, and the audacity he had often made you laugh.
You: Billy!!!!
Billy: What? Don’t tell me you’ve gone all shy
Billy: We’ve kissed before
You: Yeah during spin the bottle or whatever stupid game you wanted to play during drinks night
Billy: You didn’t think it was stupid when we played seven minutes in heaven
Your stomach flips, and your cheeks warm even further as you remember the night he’s referring to. You and your friends had all met up at Billy’s place for some drinks, and somehow you’d ended up roped into a game of seven minutes in heaven. Which led to you and Billy being pushed into a closet.
The two of you had sat cross-legged facing one another in the low light of his closet, and traded several long, slow kisses. Just to play the game of course.
You: You promised not to mention that ever again
Billy: Why?
Billy: You getting flustered baby?
You: No
Billy: I think you are
Billy: I think you’re squirming with that adorable expression on your face
Billy: What are you wearing baby?
You: Are you seriously going to sext me while I’m sitting on the toilet lid in a bar?
Then he sends a photo. And you stop breathing as you take in the image. He’s still dressed in his dress pants from work, and his thighs are spread wide. His ring clad hand is settled on his thigh, allowing you see the bulge in his pants. You swallow hard at the thought of his size.
You: You wore those rings to work?
Billy: Yeah they’re new
Billy: You like them baby?
You’re still warm from the heat of the crowded bar, and a shiver runs through you at the thought of Billy’s fingers trailing down your side, with the cool metal of his rings bringing goosebumps to your skin. You chew on your lip, and manage to type out a rather diplomatic response.
You: They’re nice
Before Billy can make any sort of comment about your reply, you type another message.
You: I’m wearing the dress you bought me for my birthday
Billy: You picked my dress for your date?
You: Yeah it’s my favourite
You: Gives me a confidence boost
There’s a long pause as you wait for a response from Billy, and you worry that you’ve said something wrong.
Billy: I’m here
As soon as Billy’s message appears on your screen, there’s a knock at the door. You type out a quick text to Billy.
You: I’ll come find you
Then you slide your phone into your purse, and unlock the door.
Only to be greeted with the sight of Billy leaning against the door frame, the glow from his phone screen lighting up his face. He smiles widely when he sees you.
“Not if I find you first.” He teases, pulling you to his side immediately.
“Billy.” You breathe out quietly, fingers curling into the fabric of his suit. He’s still dressed for work, and as the scent of his cologne fills your nose the tension leaves your shoulders. You smooth your thumbs up and down the material, allowing the feeling of it to ground you.
Billy also breathes a small sigh of relief at having you in his arms. He runs a hand down your back, before settling it at your waist. He rests his chin on the top of your head, breathing in the unique scent that is solely you. Your shampoo, sharp and fruity as it clings to your hair, as well as the soft, sweet scent of your perfume. You’re warm in his embrace, chasing the chill of the evening away from his body.
Billy’s lips brush against the crown of your head for a brief moment, before he murmurs,
“Let’s get you home.”
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fluffyprettykitty · 2 years
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Pairing: casino owner! Frank Castle, co-owner! Billy Russo x female reader (no other specifications)
Word Count: 2410 words
Outline: You were up no good so now you are getting punished for it. But somehow your evening goes much better than you expected.
Warnings: swearing, dirty talk, pet names (kitty, princess, doll, baby, pretty girl), authority kink, power dynamics/imbalance, finger sucking, thigh riding, degradation kink, praise kink, oral sex (m+f receiving), choking kink (with a belt!), nipple play, face fucking, rough penetrative sex, size kink, mention of double penetration, not beta read!
Author’s Note: I had thought of this all the way back in march but I had been aching to write it lately!
P.S: dividers by @firefly-graphics ​//​ banners by @maysdigitalarts
Main Masterlist ・❥・Billy Russo Masterlist ・❥・Frank Castle Masterlist
NSFW UNDERNEATH THE CUT. MINORS DNI.
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"This is what happens to little girls when they are playing dirty." 
You swallow dryly staring at the domineering figure of the man standing in front of you. He is tall and broad, dark set of hair and eyes, with a god-like shaped nose and an extremely alluring aura about him. His suit looks expensive, all black with silver buttons. Bet they are real. 
"What do you have to say for yourself?" His voice is strong and baritone, feels like a graveling vibrating sound. 
You try to open your mouth and speak but it is surprisingly hard for you to do so. He is pulling his chair right in front of you and sits down staring at you. Waiting. You take your time to notice him, notice the size of his thighs, and the size of his muscles. You feel as if you haven’t ever seen a man before. A real masculine man. 
"I am sorry. " You gulp and nod your head. "It won't happen again, it was stupid of me to do that… " 
"Right, right…." He nods his head placing his hand on his subtle and beginning to rub it slowly as in deep thought. 
"But…you still humiliated me out there. One sorry is not going to cut it. People will come here to my casino and think I'm a fool. Do you want people to think I'm a fool?" 
You shake your head negatively. Something about his words and the way he talks and the way he licks his lips together while speaking makes your legs squirm. There's something about this man. Something deeply erotic. Lost in your thought, you don't hear the door opening, all you feel is a breeze of air next to you. 
"Mr. Russo." The tall man says. "My partner and co-owner of this fine establishment." You turn your head to look at him, only to be met with the most beautiful man you ever have come across. Tall, slick black hair pushed back and the darkest eyes. He looked younger but experienced, threatening but also alluring. He only smirked, wrapping his arms around his chest. 
"What are we going to do with you, love?" 
He asks you directly and his voice is smooth and rich. Feels like a warm silk blanket wrapping your body. You honestly can't believe your luck. You were brilliant, intelligent, and really good at counting carts. One thing led to another and you needed a large sum of money to pay off a mortgage. So you thought you could come to the casino and earn money by doing what you know best. Your plan was perfect, you'd go to the farthest away casino from your house so no one will know you, and you will only do it once, get the amount of money you need, and leave. 
And that's what you did. But on your way out you were asked to go to the back office where you could collect your money. You had no other choice but to obey and go and now here you were. Alone in a room sitting close to two of the most beautiful men you ever met, both dressed in expensive black suits while you were wearing a cocktail dress you had already worn to ten different weddings and various baptisms. 
"She has already apologized. She's a good girl it seems." 
You feel a heat building up in the pit of your stomach. His words hit you right where it ached the most and you try hard to wear a neutral expression. It almost feels like the start of your most erotic fantasy.
"Oh, I'm glad to hear that. So you admit to counting the cards." 
You nod your head looking at the other man thinking the first one won't notice the way your breath cuts short. 
"I need words, darling, c’mon." He places a finger on your cheek gently caressing it. "One word at a time. Slowly, you can do it." 
You gulp and you try to close your legs together, just for a little bit of friction. Your mind is getting very hazy. You didn't expect his touch, it feels electrifying and liberating in an extraordinary way. 
"I did it. I counted the cards." 
"Why?" He asks tilting his head, his fingers reaching your lips. 
"I needed money to pay off my mortgage." Maybe honesty will save you and you'll get to leave. You needed to use a bathroom and some privacy immediately. 
"Aw poor girl. I understand you need that. " He turns his head to look at the other man and they both nod their heads slowly. "Think Mr. Castle and I here could come to a deal with such a fine lady." 
"Anything you want. I will do it. I will. I promise. " 
"Oh, making promises. I know you are a good girl and a good girl does what is always expected of her." 
"Yes. Sir." 
A pool is now formed between your legs, if you get up, you're afraid you'll leak. You breathe heavily looking at them both as they are just looking at each other. 
"Got an idea," Russo says looking at the man. 
"How about I put you over my knee and I'll spank you while you are promising you'll never do it again." 
Instead of replying you just moan eagerly trying to take his finger inside your mouth. 
"I need words, doll. No matter how good your moans sound." 
"Yes, sir. Please.” Another moan, your tongue eagerly searching for his fingers. “ I won't do it ever again." 
He smirks and with one swift movement, he drags you over his knees. But instead of having you lay down, he keeps you on his knees facing him gripping your wrists together behind your back. You feel both exposed and exactly where you should be. 
"I got a better idea," Frank says, his voice echoing deeply behind you. "Ride his thigh like the good little whore you are so I can have some visual entertainment. No good if only Billy gets all the fun." 
“Wonderful idea, Frank. You heard the man.”
Billy lets go of your wrists and the lack of his touch makes you feel momentarily empty. You nod your head eagerly and you position yourself over his thigh straddling him well. Your arms are on his shoulders while trying to steady yourself. With the way, your legs open, your wet cotton panties soak his suit.
“Aw, little kitty is wet as fuck. Acting as if she has never seen two men before in her life.”
"Damn she's so fucking eager. Billy. Bet she never has been properly stretched before." 
"Already so stupidly wet, huh? Has it been a while since your little cunt was filled?" 
You whimper, you can't reply, your brain is getting so hazy while you begin to rub yourself on Billy. His hand grabs your chin forcing you to look at him. "I like my whores speaking to me. So you have to make it worthwhile for me darling. Please don't bore me." 
"Billy gets easily bored, sweet thing. Better change your tricks fast." 
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry, mister Russo." You gulp, trying to look at him. “I haven’t...I broke up with my ex about a year ago and I…”
"Atta girl. That’s enough. Ride him hard." 
Pressing your lips together, focused on your actions, holding a tight grip on his shoulders you begin to rub your clothed pussy over his thigh. He steadily flexes it under your touch watching you work yourself on him. Soft moans begin to leave your lips as he completely focuses his attention on you and his nonchalant pose with his arms stretched behind him have you whimpering. 
“It feels good, pretty girl, doesn’t it?” The other man’s voice echoes deep in your ear followed by a soft bite on your earlobe and his hot breath engulfing you. 
“Y-yes!” You whimper out trying to turn your head to look at him but he only pushes your head ahead. 
“Focus, doll. Focus.” His hands travel to your clothed breasts gripping them in the palm of his hands, weighing them, and playing with them. You begin to feel delirious and ready for more. You force yourself to go faster as the man’s big fingers slip under your bra and begin to play with your nipples. His hands feel so big against your skin and the way he rubs his rings over your nipples have you groaning. 
“Such a good little whore look at her.” Billy’s voice is smooth and velvety. “So eager to please, so desperate for a cock, yet she won’t say a word about it.” 
“Oh, I bet she wants us both to fill her pretty little cunt with your cocks. Look at her she’s practically salivating at the thought.”
“You want two cocks inside you, kitty? Wanna get fucked like the proper little whore you are?”
“Getting filled again and again till everything leaks out of you?”
“Please! Please, I’d do anything, I’m so good…” You plead, your lustful eyes meeting Billy’s black irises. 
“But I don’t like thieves, little girl.” Frank’s voice against your ear has you whimpering again. You feel guilt and a profound need for…discipline. 
“P-punish me! Please! I’ll make it up to you. Please!” 
Your voice sounds broken, you are so far beyond needy right now, you can barely register what you are saying but you know what you need. Them. 
Their cocks preferably. 
“I need you.” You roll your hips determinedly pushing yourself towards Billy’s chest. “I will be good, I promise.”
Frank’s hand leaves your breasts and the next thing you hear is him taking his belt off. Billy is watching his movements instead of paying attention to you, no matter how much you try to get some better friction from him. 
“You really wanna get punished?”
“Yes, please.”
With one swift motion, Frank wraps his belt around your neck pushing your head backward, your head coming close to the desk. Your pussy is clenching around nothing as the change of position makes you lose Billy’s thigh. Frank pressures the belt behind turning you to look at him. 
“You’re gonna suck my cock like the good girl you are.”
Frank pushes his cock inside your mouth, pushing you to the desk simultaneously and climbing on top of you. He gives you zero time to prepare, just uses your head like a placeholder. 
You can hear Billy fumbling with his clothes from a distance but all you focus on is Frank’s big cock. He stays there, with his hands on your face watching you teary-eyed, from the stretch of his cock. He pushes himself a little bit out of your mouth, giving you some space and air. You try to use the flat of your tongue and reach out to play with his balls. Fumbling them with your hands, you look up at his dominant figure above you. You feel like you are exactly where you should be. 
Billy comes closer to you and caresses your cheek tenderly while you are working on Frank’s cock. Then he leans behind Frank only to tear your dress away from your body. You wanted to protest that’s your only good dress but you know a whore doesn’t do that. You look at him in both confusions and completely turned on by the rudeness of his actions. 
“Now wet Billy’s cock, doll. You made mine so good.” He removes his cock from your mouth and you try to protest that you truly didn’t have enough time to play with him but he is quick to move and wrap his hands under your thighs, pushing your legs upwards. 
You reach out to Billy who has now come closer to you again, leaning to your side. First, you with his zipper and he watches you with half amusement on his face. Then you feel your panties disconnecting from your skin followed by Frank’s tongue. 
“Tastes good. Like a good eager girl.” He moans at your taste and then gestures to Billy. You run your fingers over his length as if you are tracing his veins and move your finger over his tip. You take his cock inside your mouth, bopping your head while eagerly looking up at him. You needed this and wanted this. You haven’t had some cock in such a long while. 
“Fuck.” Billy curses. “ Her mouth is good.” You work Billy the way you know he’s gonna like it, with both of your hands on his length, your mouth bopping him and your tongue working. Frank then is slapping his dick across your pussy, teasing your entrance. It is obvious he is stalling by watching how well you can take Billy. 
“Oof, baby, you really know how to suck a dick, huh?” 
You move your hands to Billy’s balls and then you eagerly take him down your throat making him groan.
“Atta girl.” That’s the kind of praises you were looking for, Billy holding up your chin because he knows what’s coming next. 
Frank pushes his tip inside and Billy keeps you in place, gagging you instantly. The pleasure coming from both ends have your chest shaking while Frank pushes more and more inside. 
“Damn what a fucking slideshow. So fucking wet for a cock, I can barely hold myself still, doll. Damn, I wish I had started fucking you the minute you walked inside the door.”
Billy lets you go and you breathe out, saliva and drool and pre-cum falling down your chin as you look between them both. 
“Stay still, little whore.” Billy chuckles, pushing some saliva back into your mouth. “Frank is gonna fuck you so deep and so fast that you could barely keep a track of my cock.”
“I can!” You protest, whining out. “I can, I promise.”
“If you fail, I will fuck your face so hard that you will see starts understand?”
“Yes, yes please!”
And just like that Frank sets a brutal pace, his hands slapping your breasts and Billy shoving and removing his cock from your face. And soon enough Frank fills you up and Billy’s cum ends up at the back of your throat. And forty minutes later, an assistant knocks on the door only to watch you getting fucked mid-air but two men holding you up. Thrusting their cocks inside your body. Like their own personal sex toy. 
Not a bad way to make it even to them, not at all…
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The Art of the Steal - Billy Russo x You
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Title: The Art of the Steal Rating: Explicit Fandom: The Punisher Pairing: Mafia!Billy Russo x female reader Warnings: Sex. Violence. Threats. Kidnapping. Unprotected sex. Summary: An old friend throws you under the bus.
Notes: This started with @vixenofcourse asking for a distraction and me going "okay, imagine this...you're in the office..." I rarely write this pov but I have a couple requests in my askbox for my 800 follower celebration and I continued this for practice. It's unbeta'd. Please let me know what you think. Thank you. Hope you enjoy!
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It's been a terrible day. 
The hours are dragging on. You're back to daydreaming about quitting while you refresh the email, waiting for the one thing you need to reply to in order to finish the rest of your tasks so you can go home. It has yet to arrive and you already called the person asking about its status. They promised it within the hour but it's looking more like it'll be the actual end of the day before you get it. You shouldn't be surprised. 
A shadow passes over you. Half expecting it to either be your boss or the creep down the hall who keeps trying to shoot his shot, you look up slowly. It's neither. The man standing there is tall, handsome and looking way too good in a suit that fits perfectly. You've never seen him before but he's watching you with a small smile on his face.
"Can I help you?" You ask. 
"I hope so. I'm looking for someone." He gives you your name. 
"You found her." 
He grins. "I was hoping it would be you."
Your eyes narrow in suspicion. “For what?”
“She didn’t tell you.” 
“Who?” 
“Your friend, Sarah, set you up. Gave you up might be more accurate.” 
You haven’t spoken to Sarah in months. The two of you fell apart because she kept running off to parties and getting herself in trouble and got pissed when you didn’t want to join. You had no regrets over that friendship ending, though you did worry she would get herself into hot water. 
“I don’t know Sarah.”
He grins slightly at you. “Sure you do. Just like she knows you and what you’re capable of.” 
You glance around. There’s no one else standing about though you catch some of the others still in the place glancing at both of you. “You got the wrong girl,” you tell him. 
“I don’t.” He leans forward, hands resting on the desk. “I hear you’re quite the artist.”
“Sure,” you say dryly. “I’m great at painting pets.”  
“We both know it’s more than that.” His voice lowers slightly. “Now your…not friend Sarah got herself into some hot water and owes something specific. She can’t pay it.”
Somehow, you’re not at all surprised. “Sounds like a her problem.”
“It is but she gave me you. Now either you’re going to help me or I’m going to have my men start removing pieces.” 
You’re tempted to tell him to go ahead and take them. Sarah did this to herself. Maybe it would help her finally realize there are consequences to her actions. You sigh though. Years of friendship linger enough to make you feel guilty about it. 
“Say I do decide I know Sarah,” you say slowly. “What exactly are you looking for?” 
“I suggest we don’t talk about this here.”
“Well, hate to break it to you, I got another couple hours here. You’re going to have to wait.” 
He straightens. “We’ll see.” He moves past your desk, heading towards the office where your boss resides, closing the door behind him. Something tells you this is not going to be good. 
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When he returns, your boss follows him. They both stop at your desk and you note the way your boss keeps wiping his hands on his pants. He’s swallowing nervously. 
“There you are,” your boss says. He glances at the man next to him before turning back to you. “Why don’t you leave early today? In fact, take the next week.” 
“A week?” the suited man asks, raising his eyebrows at your boss. 
“Come back when you’re ready,” your boss corrects. 
“Are you firing me?” you ask carefully. 
“No, no,” your boss reassures. “Of course not.” 
“I’m not finished with my work. I still need the email from Accounting.”
“I’ll take care of it,” your boss says. “Don’t worry. Just…go.” 
Your eyes narrow at the two men across from you and you calculate your choices. Something bad happened in that office. Sarah clearly ran her mouth about your extracurricular hobbies and now is attempting to drag you down with her.  
Your boss retreats back into his office, turning to look at the other man with something that looks like fear in his eyes. 
You turn back to the man who is still standing across from you. 
“Shall we?” he asks, motioning for you to get up and move. 
“No.” You lean back in your chair and stare up at him. “I don’t know you. You came in here looking for me, on the word of someone I haven’t spoken to in months, and clearly just threatened my boss and ex-friend. You’re going to have to give me at least a name.” 
He smirks at that before holding out his hand. “Billy Russo.”
You take it carefully and shake it, feeling the calluses on his fingers. “Let me get ready. I’m going to need to grab some stuff if I won’t be back for a while.” He nods and you take the time to close your computer and pack up your bag. “I just need to make sure my work is covered. I’m going to hand it off to my coworkers.” You pick up a stack of files, making sure not to look at him as you head over to some of the others in the office who have been keeping an eye on what was happening. 
You walk over to the nearest desk, handing over a file and mentioning that something came up. You can feel his eyes on you. You continue on, stopping at a couple of desks before heading to one that you know is out of the eye line from yours. 
You drop the files on the top of one of the cabinets and quickly move for the stairs. Fuck this. Old friend or not, you are not getting roped into whatever this is. Sarah made her choices. You are making yours. 
 You get down to the ground floor without anyone following behind you. It’s luck you weren’t aware you had and you’re suddenly grateful that you’ve moved since the last time you saw Sarah. 
You open the door, ready to sprint if you have to for the nearest exit. You don’t get the chance. Billy Russo is there, pushing you back into the stairwell and covering your mouth with a cloth. You hold your breath. 
“Nice try but you’re not quite fast enough.”
His grip on your face tightens over the cloth and before you can stop yourself, you gasp for air. The smell of chemicals fills your nose and your sight goes dark. 
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Waking up with your head already pounding sucks. Everything already feels like it hurts, like you're hungover despite the fact that you know you weren’t drinking. It’s the feeling of someone brushing your hair back that makes your eyes snap open. 
It takes a moment before you recognize the face that’s near yours. You recoil automatically. 
“Sleeping beauty wakes.”
You groan at the way he already seems pleased with himself. He moves back and you try to sit up. The world spins. 
“What did you do to me?”
“You tried to run,” he says. “Admirable effort but you didn’t think it would be that easy, did you?”
“I hoped,” you admit. You turn, planting your feet on the ground as you sit on the cot you were laying on. Your stomach revolts at the movement and a bucket appears in front of you in time for you to heave into it. You grip the bucket like it’s a lifeline until it finally feels like there’s nothing left to throw up. You wipe at your mouth and grimace before finally looking around. 
The room you’re in is dark aside from the light hanging from the ceiling. It’s enough to show you that the place is empty aside from the cot and the chair he’s sitting on. It’s a bit of a relief considering the way your head is pounding. “What do you want?” 
“I already told you. You’re going to do a job for me and in return, your friend gets her debt cleared.” 
“And if I refuse?” 
“Then things are going to get more…unpleasant.” 
Considering you were already attacked just for trying to run for it, you’re not really willing to press it. Your face, head and stomach already hurt and that was from one encounter. You didn’t want to have more. 
“What’s the job?” 
“A simple forgery, one I’m told you have the skills to do. I need a piece of art replicated.” 
You consider it. It isn’t something that you advertise. Very few people know what you’re capable of. Unfortunately, Sarah was one of them. She likely told him everything you could do. 
“I’m going to need everything you know about the piece in question, all my tools and some very specific things to do this. Including a workspace.” 
“Give me a list. You’ll get it all.” 
“It’s only the one job,” you say. “One job and I’m done. You don’t bother me again.”
He smirks, looking like a shark in the dark. “You want me to leave you alone when you’re done, I will. But sure. One job.”
“And the next time Sarah fucks up, it’s on her. I’m not her get out of jail free card, got it?” 
He grins. “Sure thing, sweetheart.” 
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He keeps to his word and gets everything you ask for. 
You’re set up in a room that has all the tools, paints and information on the painting you’re meant to replicate. You demand that you be left alone. You work best when you’re not interrupted by others. He gives the orders to everyone to leave you be…he just doesn’t heed them himself. 
“I told you I needed to be alone.”
“You said you needed silence,” Billy counters. “I’m not saying a word.”
You give him an unimpressed look. “I work best alone. Don’t you have other things to do?”
“And deprive you of my company?” he grins. “Maybe I just want to get to know you better.”
“I’d rather not.” You peer carefully at the canvas in front of you. Any fear you had of the man faded once you started to get involved in your work. It also helped that he kept showing up, occasionally bringing snacks and asking questions. It did a lot to endear him to you. 
You grab a little more paint with the brush, adding bits to the shadows in the grass. It’s a constant back and forth between your copy and the original, adding the bits that really match it. This isn’t the most important part. The type of canvas and paint is important to match the time period it was created, but it’s the wear and tear that really make it authentic. You have to match any small ticks that the original artist had. 
“Why are you working in an office when you can do this?” Billy asks, standing close behind you as he watches. 
“Because this is a hobby and I don’t do it for money.”
“Could be well off if you did.”
“Could also go to jail if I got caught. I like my freedom.” 
“Don’t we all.” 
You can feel him reach out, touching the ends of your hair that is pushed back out of your face. “Will you stop? Go bother someone else.” 
“They’re not as fun or as pretty. Why? You want to see me covered in blood? I can make that happen.” 
“I’m sure you could.” You put the brush down and turn in your chair to look at him. He’s not wearing a suit today. In fact, he looks more comfortable than ever in jeans and a sweater. If your meeting hadn’t been tarnished by him kidnapping you, you might have been more inclined to his interest. Or at least more polite. “Billy, I can’t work like this.”
“Like what?”
“With you hovering!” 
He stares at you for a moment before he leans forward, hands resting on the arms of your chair. You lean back as much as you can. Billy is attractive and you can smell the spicy scent of his cologne with how close he is. Your breath hitches slightly as you see his gaze dart to your lips. 
“You’re right,” he says softly. “I’ll leave you be…after you take a break and come eat with me.” 
You swallow tightly. He still hasn’t moved back and he’s close enough that he just needs to lean forward a little more and his mouth will be on yours. Not that you should be thinking that. Especially with him. “I shouldn’t.”
“I ain’t asking. Come with me.” 
There’s an innuendo in there and you know it. “Okay.” 
He grins at you and finally moves back, giving you some space that you feel like you can breathe again. “Good girl.” 
Something flares low in your stomach at that and you try to ignore it. “Give me a second.” You turn back, cleaning off the brush and covering the paints to make sure they don’t dry out while you’re gone. When you’re ready, you turn back to him. “Let’s go.”
He offers you his hand, helping you to your feet before he moves it to sit at your lower back. He ushers you out of the room, clearly pleased to have gained your compliance.  It makes you want to punch him in his stupid perfect face.  
You pass the guards outside the room who don’t even look at you. They murmur greetings to Billy, who ignores them, more content to lean towards you. He says something softly but you’re not entirely paying attention. You can barely focus with the warmth of him against you and his voice in your ear. He knows it too. You can tell by the smirk on his face. 
He leads you down a hall before opening a door and motioning for you to enter. You do. Whatever you were expecting, this isn’t it. 
The room is softly lit with a lamp and a few candles. There’s a table that’s already laid out with place settings. If you’re completely honest, it looks like a rich date. It makes you want to run but the door closes behind you and he’s touching your back again.
“Come on, sweetheart. Let’s eat.” 
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Billy Russo is driving you insane. 
At first, it was the way he hovered, giving not so subtle threats as he watched you work, pushing your irritation to its limits until you snapped at him. Now it was because you were keenly aware of him when he was around and the way he kept trying to take care of you. It was the snacks and demands to join him to eat when he was here. It was the way he kept finding ways to touch you that sent shivers down your spine. 
You are nearly done with the painting. It feels like a blessing and yet…you find yourself a little hesitant. When you finally get free and the threat of Sarah losing fingers is no longer hanging over your head, you’ll be going back to an office job that you hate. Then again, your boss looked terrified the last time you saw him. You might be able to use that. At least to get more vacation days. You aren’t above using what opportunities are given to you. 
Billy stands behind you, staring at the latest process in aging the canvas. He’s been strangely silent now that you’re almost done. 
“What do you think?” you ask quietly.
“I’ll get an appraiser. Test the quality.” 
“Of course.” 
He keeps staring at the painting. “You’re very good.”
“I know.” 
He smirks at you. “Might take a few days.” 
You try not to roll your eyes. “Are they going to be aware that it’s a fake?”
“Course not,” he says. “Where’s the fun in that?” 
“It’s a better challenge that way,” you grin as you say it. You know you’re good at what you do but you haven’t been tested in a long time. 
He shifts slightly, moving closer to you. “You gonna miss me when you’re done here?”
“No,” you lie. You won’t admit the ways you’ve actually enjoyed this. It’s been a while since you’ve been able to focus on your art like this. 
He smirks like he knows. His hand touches your arm, stroking down it softly causing goosebumps to prickle in its wake. His eyes meet yours and for a moment, you think you can see his thoughts. So, before he can make any threats, any promises, you decide to do something that you’ve been thinking about. You kiss him. Just quickly, just to know what it feels like. It doesn’t mean anything, you just want him out of your system before you leave so you don’t sit around wondering. 
He’s faster. 
His arm goes around your waist, hand pressed against your back, pulling you into him. His other hand cups your jaw, kissing you harder. You can’t help but react, opening your mouth to deepen the kiss. Your arms go over his shoulders, trying to get closer. You want to feel this. Just once. 
He breaks the kiss first, murmuring against your lips how he’s waited, how he’s wanted to kiss you since he saw you glaring at your computer. Since you ran. You pull him back to your lips. 
Billy kisses you over and over, moving until you’re leaning back against the table and away from the easel. He lifts you to sit, moving between your legs as his hands tilt your face up to his. His lips move across your cheek and down your neck, taking his time to kiss and suck marks into your skin. It feels like he’s trying to brand you as his. 
You arch into him, letting your head fall back as you lose yourself in the feeling. One of his hands moves, sliding up your thigh slowly, back and forth. It’s just enough to keep you aware of him. It feels as though you’re being consumed by him, bit by bit. For a moment, you’re almost tempted to thank Sarah for the problem she brought to your door. If only because the man could kiss. 
It’s only when he tries to get you to lean back that you stop him. “I’m not messing up my paints,” you tell him. “Not here.” 
He kisses you again. “‘Course not, sweetheart. Let me take care of you. Properly.” His hands go to your waist, helping you off the table before he leads you to the door. Your awareness of him is still heightened. He keeps a hand on you, slipping under the shirt you’re wearing so that he can touch your skin. You’re so lost in how it feels, still a little drunk on his kisses, that you don’t actually pay attention to where he’s bringing you. At least until you recognize that it’s an entirely new area. 
Before you can question it, you’re led into another room. The door closes and locks behind you. Billy’s chest presses against your back as you look around the lit bedroom. It’s not too opulent but it’s also larger than your apartment. 
Billy’s lips are back on your neck, just for a moment before you feel him lift your shirt. You raise your arms to help before you turn towards him. His hand goes under your hair to the back of your neck, gripping just tight enough as he pulls you into him. His lips meet yours again. 
“Undress, darling,” he says when you finally break the kiss. “Let me see you.”
“Quid pro quo,” you counter. He grins at you and there’s just enough sharpness in it that something flutters in you. He raises his eyebrows, looking at you pointedly. You take the hint. 
You undo your bra first, letting it fall to the floor before pulling down the yoga pants you had requested to wear. You liked to be comfortable while creating. His eyes watch every movement and they somehow seem to grow darker as he stares. 
“Fucking beautiful,” he says. 
Heat flares in your stomach in response. “Well?” you ask, ignoring the way you feel way too exposed in comparison. 
“Get on the bed.”
Part of you wants to argue but there’s something in the way he’s looking at you that compels you to move. You’re not one of his minions, but it’s your choice that makes you go. You both know it. 
You watch as he pulls off the shirt he’s wearing. You catch sight of the scars on his shoulder, chest and abdomen, but you don’t ask. You’re more focused on the way he unbuckles his belt before unbuttoning his jeans and letting them fall to the floor. You could feel him hardening against you when you kissed, but seeing it was always different. 
He comes toward you, bending down to kiss you again. He guides you to lie down, mouth still moving against yours. You really shouldn’t be doing this but any argument is lost as his hands move against your bare skin. 
“Tell me you want this, sweetheart.” His lips move back against your neck, nipping lightly at your skin. He grabs one of your legs, hooking it around his waist and pressing closer. He grinds against you. 
You moan softly. “Please, Billy. Stop teasing.”
“Tell me,” he says again. His mouth goes lower, leaving marks against your chest. He covers one of your nipples, sucking softly. “You want this?” 
“Please.” Your hand goes to the back of his head, trying to gain more friction.
One of his hands cups the breast his mouth isn’t on. His fingers tweak at the nipple, squeezing lightly. “Sweetheart, you gonna play with me?”
“No,” you moan. 
He grinds against you again. “You want me? You want this?”  
“Yes.”
He grins against your skin before moving lower. Your head falls back as he goes between your legs. It doesn’t take long before you’re arching up against him. He grabs your hands before you can touch him, pinning them against the bed. He doesn’t relent. 
You hook a heel against his back, trying desperately to keep him there, even as the pressure grows. He continues, using his tongue against you until you’re keening and begging and rocking your hips, trying to gain more friction. It’s not enough. You need more. 
He finally pulls back, just as you get close to the precipice that would send you over the edge. You can’t help but whine at the loss. You feel him chuckle against you. 
“Now who’s playing?” you ask. 
“Don’t worry. I’ll let you win.” He shifts then, angling himself before pushing into you slowly. Your mouth falls open, eyes closed as you try to breathe against the intrusion. He groans before burying his face in your neck. “Feel so fucking good,” you hear him say. “So fucking good. Knew you would.”
You can barely concentrate. You are pinned by him in more ways than one, surrounded and lost in the sensations he creates. Especially when he pulls back just a bit so he can thrust forward. 
“Let me hear you.” 
He moves slowly, muscles tense as he pulls out and pushes in. It’s not enough and he knows it. You’re left trying to reach for him, even as he pins your hands down again. This time over your head. 
“You’re taking me so well,” he punctuates it by grinding his hips against yours. It’s not enough friction. You need him to move more. “Doing so good.” 
His words make you clench around him. “Please,” you beg. “Please, please, please.”
“Please what?”
“Fucking move!” 
He laughs slightly but he lets go of one of your hands to hook his arm under one of your thighs. He shifts his angle with it and increases his pace. Your orgasm finally hits.
Your one free hand clings to him, digging your nails across his back as he kisses you hard. He doesn’t stop though, dragging out your release as he chases his own. He moves the leg he’s holding up against his arm up onto his shoulder and leans closer to you. You’re going to be sore but you can’t bring yourself to care. Not when the feeling is building back up. You move your hand to your clit, trying to get there faster. Billy grabs it, bringing it back above your head and shifting his grip so he’s holding both your wrists with one hand. He moves his free hand to your clit. 
“I wanna hear you, sweetheart. Come for me.”
You break around him, crying out. His pace increases, hips jerking forward as he kisses you before swearing and groaning against your mouth. When he finally slows, both of you are covered in sweat. He doesn’t move, preferring to lazily kiss you over and over. You can’t help but return it, still reeling from your high. 
He finally moves and you feel the loss of him instantly. You know you need to get cleaned up, and it takes a moment before you realize you didn’t use a condom. 
Fuck. 
Thank god you had an implant. It saved you at least from the fear of getting pregnant. 
You look over at Billy who looks as though he’s about to pass out. You need to get out of here. You need to clean up, go to your cot and get some sleep before finishing the last touches on the painting. You shift sideways, closer to the edge of the bed. 
“You won’t get out,” Billy says without even opening his eyes. “There’s a bathroom there if you want to clean up.” He motions to the left. You look over and see a couple of doors. You get up, going through the motions automatically to clean up before you come back to the bed. Billy moves past you, completely confident that you won’t run while he’s in the bathroom. Not that there’s much point. He proved that in the beginning. 
He comes up behind you, kissing your neck softly. “Come to bed.”
You follow automatically. There’s no other option. 
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Your forgery passes inspection. 
You watch as Billy thanks the inspector. It’s been two days since you slept together and thankfully, he’s been busy. You’ve been left alone to your own devices, finishing the painting and counting the moments until you can leave. You have a life to get back to, after all. 
Billy comes back and stands before you. He looks you over and you try not to shift under his gaze. 
“Well?” you ask. 
“Excellent work,” he tells you. “It passed.”
“I know,” you tell him. “That means Sarah’s left alone and I get to go home.” 
“Maybe I’ll just have to keep you,” he teases. 
It makes you scowl. “We have a deal.”
“No,” he says, stepping closer. “The deal was for one job. I said I’d leave you alone if you wanted me to, but you don’t want me to, do you?” He steps forward again until he’s right in front of you.
You swallow tightly. “I’m not a part of this.” 
“Sweetheart, you’ve been a part of this since Sarah gave your name.”  His hand moves to the back of your neck. 
“I’m not.”
He smirks at you. “You’re mine. You’ve been mine since I saw you, since you ran from me. Since I caught you.” Emphasizing each point with another drugging kiss. He pulls back and his eyes meet yours. “And I’m yours. Do we have a new deal?”
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loubombshell · 2 years
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Billy when you met him the first time.
It was a beautiful day in New York. The sun shined brightly on the blue sky, most of the people were working and y/n had a free day.
She loved her job of course, but there are so much more things to do, like taking her money from the bank and going shopping for a few hours.
Her bank was a little one, but she liked the kind workers in it. There's an old woman in it, she's the boss and her name is Lillian. Her father built all of this up after serving in the war to give the family a good life.
"hello there y/n" Steve, the white haired security man, welcomed her inside.
y/n smiled. "hey Steve, how are you doing?" She asked.
"It's alright, nothing special." He answered.
Y/n nodded and walked to the counter, giving Lillian a smile.
"Let me guess, you've a free day and now you wanna go shopping, right?" Lillian raised an eyebrow amusing.
"hello? I just have to, the spring collection is out." Y/n told her excited. "I need-" She started but got interrupted by the door slamming open.
Steve stood up, to stop the people with the weird masks from coming in, but got hit by a guy and fell to the ground.
Y/n wide her eyes, men with masks and guns in their hands, storming into a bank, isn't a good fit.
"Everyone stay cool and nobody dies today." The man, probably their leader said and walked with a raised gun to a counter. "Move!" He shouted at the girl and y/n moved immediately to the side.
This one guy with a baby face mask, grabbed her hands roughly and tied her hands together with a zip tie.
"You, manager step closer." The Leader said.
Lillian looked with a confident face to him. He started asking her questions and she answered, still with a lot of confidence.
The guy with the baby mask moved closer to y/n but she just took a step away until her back hit the wall.
"you look really beautiful." He said through the mask but she just looked away uncomfortable.
"I'm talking to you." The man said and put a hand on her chin to turn her face towards him.
Y/n rolled her eyes about him, kicking him in the stomach and then punching him with her tied hands, which made him drop his gun.
The girl hit the zip tie against her knee and it broke open, she reached for the gun and raised it, holding it at their leader, with shaky hands.
"Get the fuck out of here." She told him and he turned around. Y/n couldn't see his smirk but she saw the amusement in his eyes.
"Give me the gun, you're just going to hurt yourself." The man said.
Y/n looked to him and lowered her gun, which made him smirk even more but she wasn't planning on letting the gun go, no. The girl shoot him in his foot, which made him scream out of pain.
"Take this bitch away!" He pushed her in the arms of another one and they dragged her out of the bank, into the car and someone hit her in the head to make her black out.
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After a few minutes or hours, the girl woke up in some kind of warehouse, laying on a mattress.
"you're finally awake." A voice near her said and she flinched a bit, sitting up.
Y/n rubbed her forehead out of pain. She got pulled up and slammed against a desk. She hold onto it, afraid to fall, looking up to the man but without the mask now.
"Where am I?" She asked him.
"Doesn't matter, you're helping me getting that fucking bullet out." He told her.
"I can't." She crossed her arms.
"You are a nurse, you think I'm stupid?" He showed her his phone and the website of her hospital.
Y/n sighed and he sat down on his desk, giving her some instruments.
"What's your name?" She asked him while she worked.
"Billy." He answered watching her pulling the bullet out.
Billy scrunched his face up in pain and Y/n looked to him, realizing how beautiful he really is.
"It's out." Y/n told him and laid everything down.
"You know, if you haven't shoot me I may ask you out for a date." Billy told her, smirking a bit
"And If you weren't a criminal and robbed a bank, I might said yes." The girl answered with a little smile.
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ladyofhellhounds · 1 year
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Question, is someone taking request for Billy Russo? I have an idea but i don't wanna write it myself this time
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kasagia · 4 months
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Billy Russo's Masterlist
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The last time
You're done being the less important one. The one who always had to conform to the big asshole and playboy Mr. Billy Goddamn Russo. And this time you really promised yourself that it's over... but is it?
Ready for it?
...coming someday...
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"Don't Come To Me"
Hello darlings i brought some Billy content, not long but intense. and also, i couldn't left out Frank. Hope ya'll like it. <3
Billy Russo x Reader (faint Frank Castle x Reader)
TW: mentions of sex, language
Summary: Billy and Reader has a complicated relationship, and they dance on the edge of the cliff until they can't ignore the deep fall next to them.
Pt. 2 HERE
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"Fuck off Russo." He grabs your elbow, yanking you back with a force that's enough for you to collide with his chest. He smells good. So fucking good. You could never grasp the scents, the ingredients a mystery for your nose. And you would die to know what's the cologne he uses, but he always gave you a cocky grin and a cheeky teasing as a response.
You shake off the thoughts, his closeness messing with your mind. He acts weird, borderline, outrages.
"What's your fucking problem, huh?" You breath fire, looking up at him with red rage, him mirroring your own feelings. His fingers squeezing your arm so hard you can feel the burn on your skin through your leather jacket.
"I'm not asking again. Where were you last night?" You snort at him. This guy is unbelievable.
"I'll tell you, if you tell me." His dark eyes softens a little. He's not easy to crack, especially when he's this emotional, he can hide his true intentions ans feeling too good, but times like this, he feels his see-through, and you can fucking hear every thought in his head.
He just looks at you with unreadable expression, his grip loosening a bit, giving you some relief, but not letting you have all of it. If he lets go of you, you would slip out of his hand completely, quicker than a blink of an eye.
"Yeah, that's what i thought." You voice sounds disappointed through gritted teeth. Even you can hear it, after all this time it still stings. Knowing the hand that grips you now, lingered over her body hours ago, and just like a switch has been flicked, the smell of his cologne is replaced with the scent of sweet flowers and honey. You know it's just your mind playing cruel games with you, but you still feel it. You always imagined her scent like this. Fresh but strong, seductive with all the sweetness you can imagine.
You pull your arm out of his firm grip, turning your back to him, intend to not even look back at him for a whole week after this. No sooner, no longer.
"I went to your place, i left a shit ton of voicemail..."
"Before or after you fucked her?" You never spun back to an argument quicker than this, finger pointing at him, anger shaking your whole body in a flaming rage.
After, he thinks. It's always after. After he's satisfied, after his mind isn't clouded with lust anymore, after the guilt approaches him from the shadows.
Guilt from how much he enjoyed his time in between her sheets, from imagining your face on hers, from the thought that you'll know where he's been, from denying his own feelings again. Madani was supposed to be a distraction. That's how he started, but soon it became something else, and everytime he couldn't touch you, have you, love you, he went to her. Now it's so tangled, he can't make out his motives and desires no more.
He holds a apologetic expression, his mind is too lost in your eyes to realize he gave away the answer on his face.
You look hurt but not surprised, determination and confidence smoothing out your features and body. He can see the shift in you, where you decide to not give a fuck about what he's doing and with whom. He can see in slow motion. Fear spreads in his chest, his pride and ego battling with his love for you.
He thought about Frank. He's been like this for weeks now, trying to figure out if you know about him. If you know about him being alive, and not telling him, maybe you already met Frank a dozen of times, picking up the pieces if a lifelong attraction you always held for Frank. That scared him shitless, and he's not able to decide which is bugging his nerves more. You with Frank, you in danger, the possibility of you knowing what he has done, or fearing for his own life he built from scraps.
"You don't have a right to act hurt every time i fuck someone other than you." He blurts out, the words functioning as a defend mechanism, not a thought out step on his part, just his emotion getting the worst out of him. "You have no right to look like it's the worst thing i have ever done to you." The sentence softer, already regretting saying anything.
You look at him in disbelief. How dare he? Tears forms in your eyes, getting mad at yourself for letting him have the satisfactions of seeing your emotions, proving that it matters to you. He matters to you more than he can think, and he still manages to make you question your affection for him. He deserves everything on this hell of an Earth, and he still can't accept that you are willing to give him everything.
"And what if it's the worst?" You hiss in his face, closing the distance so quick it startled him, eyes widening at your sudden outburst. "You don't have the right to demand to know where i've been last night. I might drank coffee all night at that shitty shop on the corner, i might slept in someone else's bed, i might danced away the night. Whatever i did, it's not your business."
You breath heavily, waiting for him to say something snarky, have a hurtful comeback.
Billy's mind is racing, the last weeks highs and lows coming back at him with full force. He wants to shake you out of your bratty attitude and in the meantime he wants to kiss away the tears he caused again. And he would do both at the same time if he could. He didn't expected this conversation to turn out like this. They never end up here, this bad.
"Next time you come to my place, think. Think before you knock on my door, bringing her skin's scent on your own into my home. Don't come to me if you get what you want from her. Don't come until i am your first thought, your first choice."
You are my first thought. You really are. That's why he ends up in her satin sheets. So he might start to think about her that way, and not you. He stares at you blankly.
"You understand, William? Come to me as a friend, as family. But don't come to me with those black yearning eyes, lingering touches and sweet nothings, because i can't take it anymore." You end up whispering, leaving his aura, distancing yourself from the man in shock.
You don't know what's talking, the last straw, the too much teasing and leaving you hanging, or Frank's words.
Frank. You never saw him that raw and honest than last night. Seeing him alive maybe added to the experience, but still.
"You should have it all. The husband, or wife, the kids, the dog, the white picket fence with that ugly ass car you always liked." He looked at you with the same unreadable gaze like Billy's doing right now. But surely not for the same reason.
"Until then Billy, don't call me, don't look for me, don't think of me." You finish you finish your sentence, every word loud and clear so he'll understand. And with that, you turn on your heels, leaving him at his office he tried to keep you in. Leaving the door open, slipping out of the fancy room, out of the thick air you could have chocked on if you stay there just one more minutes.
Your legs shaking, chest rising and falling rapidly, knowing what just you said to him. And what you are about to do.
Your fingers already tapping away on your phone, dialing the number that reached out couple days ago, revealing the grumpy but still soft voice of Frank.
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lemonsuponlemons · 2 years
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"Change my mind" - Billy Russo x Reader
[TW: smut, vulgar language, mentions of alcohol, dirty talk, p in v, oral (m receiving), fingering, unsafe intercourse (contraception prevents from contracting various STDs, please do use it)]
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Summary: Billy visits the bar you sing at and he can't help himself when he sees you. He's in for a surprise when you don't give in that easily, making him even more interested. Who knows, maybe Billy Russo has finally met his match.
Word count: ~1.6k
Guys this is my very first full smut AND I'm asexual. I don't know what I'm doing. A wild ride indeed.
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It was a comfortably slow night at the bar, drinks being dished out but at a calm pace. Singing sappy songs felt even easier on nights like these, when Earth was spinning a little slower. Even though it was probably your most favorite thing to do, a break sounded nice and so when you finished the song, you left the tiny stage and walked over to the bar.
Little did you know, Billy was watching you like a hawk out on a hunt. He couldn't even taste the beer he was drinking, completely focused on you: a short top that appetizingly revealed your skin and the flared pants that made your legs look just right to spread them and throw over his shoulders. Your voice was piercing through the air, reaching his ears only to be quickly spun into fantasies of erotic gasps, moans and squeals. In his vanity, Billy was sure that he could surprise you with the sounds he can get out of you. He was quite set on making that happen.
"Slow night tonight," you said to Charles, who was working the bar.
"As much as I like tips, I'm not gonna complain," he chuckled as he poured you a margarita.
You took a sip of the drink and let out a sigh of relief. Chares really knew what he was doing.
"You never disappoint, Charlie boy."
In response, he just smiled and did a careless salute before turning to a client and making their drink.
"Great performance." You heard a voice behind you. You turned around only to be met with the view of a handsome, confident man. "Billy Russo."
"(Y/N), always a pleasure to meet a fan." Your joke earned a small chuckle from him.
"You do private events?" he asked with a smirk.
"You men are all the same," you let out a bitter laugh. "At least buy me dinner first and maybe I'll stay for breakfast."
To Billy, the game was on. And he always plays to win.
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Billy was pushing you in the direction of his bedroom, which proved a little difficult with your lips unwilling to stop kissing and hands pulling at clothes, frantically taking them off and throwing them in whichever direction. You have bumped into a wall a few times and Billy couldn't let himself pass the opportunity to grind against you.
You felt the soft covers against your calves and soon after Billy grabbed you by your thighs and tossed you on top of the bed. Pushing yourself up on your forearms, you gave him a beautiful view of your body in lacey lingerie. Billy's eyes were devouring each inch of your skin with an insatiable appetite. He quickly took off his shirt, probably ripping out the last button or two.
When Billy was reaching for his belt, you were a little faster than him and started unbuckling it for him. His breathing picked up as he felt completely entranced by the feeling of your hands against his groin.
With a decisive motion, you pulled down his pants and briefs. First, you looked at his boner and then up at his face. Making sure that Billy was staring at you, you gave his cock a test lick.
"Oh, fuck," he groaned as his hand reached to grab your hair.
Feeling encouraged by his unambiguous reaction, you slid his penis into your mouth as deep as you could, letting your tongue crawl against the hot skin. Your head moving up and down his shaft at a slow pace, earning delightful groans from Billy.
Billy's grip on your hair forced you to move a little faster, take him a little deeper. His mouth was slightly open and every so often his face would twitch. Somehow, he managed to look even prettier when he was desperate.
Unexpectedly, he forcefully yanked your head away from his dick and for a moment he took in the sight of saliva mixed with precum running down your chin. When your gaze met his, something inside Billy broke, like a dam keeping his desire under control. Any force that was holding him back until now was gone.
His hands gripped your waist and pushed you farther on the bed. Billy's teeth first nibbled on your neck and when you moaned right into his ear, they immediately sank deeper, biting down on your skin like he was still debating which kind of "devouring" he wanted more. Gradually, his bites and kisses moved down your body and Billy made sure to leave your breasts red and swollen. The bruises will show up before he's done with you.
He bit your thigh before taking the material of your panties into his teeth and pulling them slightly down. Soon his hand pulled the damp underwear off of your and threw it across the room. Billy knew you won't be needing them for a good while.
Billy's rough hands ran up your legs spreading them apart. You let out a gasp feeling two of his fingers being pushed inside your vagina. They provided a slight stretch, one that makes appetite only grow. Billy moved his fingers at a steady, quick pace, curling them upwards only slightly, unwilling to give you satisfaction right away. When he pulled them out, your frustration only grew and you were willing to do just about anything to have his dick inside you.
Forcefully, Billy flipped you over and kept your hips in the air. You pushed your face further into the mattress when you felt his cock filling you up. He was big but in the most mouth-watering way.
"You're so damn tight," he said in a strained voice.
"Stop running your mouth and fuck me already."
"As you wish, princess."
Billy slid out of you only to snap his hips forward, hitting your walls with the strength of a desperate man gone feral. The both painful and pleasurable sensation made you let out a cry that only made Billy continue his rough pace. A plethora of deliciously erotic sounds was leaving was mouth as Billy slammed his pelvis against your ass. You clawed at the bedsheets, unable to cope with the overwhelming bliss he was providing.
His hand reached for your hair yet again and pulled them to lift your upper body. The other arm he put around your waist to keep you in place. You could feel his toned chest and abdomen against your back. The new angle let Billy hit that perfect spot with each thrust and you just couldn't keep your voice down.
"I'll happily ruin your tiny cunt," he gritted through his teeth and then bit your shoulder.
Whether it was his sultry words or merciless pace, you felt your abdomen steadily tighten and pussy begin to twitch.
"Fuck, Billy, I'm gonna-" you breathed out barely coherent words.
The arm he had around your waist moved down, rough fingers quickly finding your clit and rubbing it in circles.
"Come on, princess, lemme hear you," he whispered.
You felt your toes curl and legs shake, your mind going completely blank. A wave of unspeakable pleasure washed over you, coaxing an involuntary scream out of your throat as your eyes rolled to the back of your head. Billy's movements became more frantic and sloppy. It wasn't long after your own orgasm that you heard him grunt into your ear and felt his cum fill you up, only to then dribble down your shaky thighs.
When Billy pulled out of you and let go of your hair, you simply fell on the bed, powerless and out of breath, and he lay next to you, visibly proud of himself.
"What do you think now?" he asked in a gruff voice.
"About what?"
"That all men are the same."
"Well..." you trailed off with a smile on your face and slid your finger up his chest. Billy felt an excitatory shiver run down his spine. "Now I'm open to suggestions."
"I thought I had you pretty convinced back there." He put his arm on your lower back and pulled you closer to him.
"Oh, dear Billy, and what if I played you?" you whispered to him. Your noses were nearly touching and you caught Billy casting his eyes to your reddened, swollen lips before he answered.
"That scream didn't seem fake to me."
"I practiced."
Billy laughed at your answer but his smile quickly faded when you sat on top of him. His hands rested on your hips, the same place he gripped so hard not too long ago. The sounds of night-time traffic filled the short silence that fell between you.
"Mister Russo," you spoke in a low tone. You were looking straight into his eyes, faces mere inches from each other. His heart started to race again. Your hand brushed against his cheek. "When you undress a woman and her underwear matches, it wasn't your idea to have sex."
His mind raced back to the image of you wearing dark green lingerie and how much he wanted to just rip it off.
To Billy's dismay, you got off his lap and walked out of the bedroom. His eyes were focused on your naked body, a little reddened around your hips. Your butt jiggled enticingly as you made your way out of the room. Billy's ego, now slightly challenged, was screaming at him to do something, to prove that he still has the upper hand, to just slam you against the wall and have his way with you however he likes. Who knew being defied could ever rile him up so bad.
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marvelmusing · 2 years
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Crosshairs
Pairing: Dark!Billy Russo x Fem!Stalker!Reader
Summary: After a few months of stalking Billy, you make the decision to curb your obsession, believing that he deserves better than you. Billy doesn’t agree. part of the same AU as this drabble here
Warnings: stalking, unconventional and non healthy relationship, minor violence, this two aren’t exactly sane but they’re meant for each other
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The smile on your face seems to pacify the investors surrounding you, despite the fact that the expression doesn’t reach your eyes. You stare down at the floor for a long moment, as the rest of the group exchange their pleasantries.
Over the last few weeks, you’ve been increasingly distracted. Suppressing the urge to watch Billy has taken more effort than you had initially thought. Following him home after work, listening to him on a morning and evening through the bugs in his house, and watching him through his bedroom windows - it had all become a habit for you. A habit that had been near torture to quit.
The worst part was that Billy had indulged you. He had photos of you. He could have gone to the police, or sought you out himself. But he hadn’t. It was your own conscience that had stopped your stalking in its tracks. After all, what would your next step be? You couldn’t kidnap him, there would be too many questions if a CEO disappeared. You would have to meet him, and from this realisation your self consciousness had set in. Would he even like you?
Seeing him from a distance, and watching him during his most intimate moments, had all seemed safe for you. There was no chance of rejection.
You look up at the group surrounding you, barely even processing their words. Then your gaze slides over the rest of the room. There’s plenty of people gathered in the ballroom for the charity gala, dressed in designer clothes, and sipping on flutes of champagne. You try not to sigh, wiggling your foot to adjust it’s position in your shoe.
Then your eyes land on him. You can hardly breathe.
It’s him. It’s Billy.
His dark eyes roam over your body, starting at your heels, before fixating on your bare legs revealed by the slit in your dress. His eyes linger on your chest for a long moment, until he catches a glimpse of your face. Then he realises. That the pretty girl he was just eyeing up was the same girl that had been stalking him for the last few months - minus your recent attempt at cold turkey.
His expression darkens and you also come to a realisation. There was something worse than his rejection. His anger. You knew full well how dangerous Billy was. You had seen him run training drills, and during his own workout sessions in his home gym.
You make some quick excuses before you’re making your way through the crowd towards the door. Your heart is hammering in your chest as you walk swiftly through the hallways. You make it around another corner, only to be slammed against the nearest wall. The scream in your throat dies as Billy curls his fingers around your neck.
“Well, well, well.” He muses with a dark expression, though his tone is light, almost casually conversational as if he wasn’t cutting off your air supply. “Look what we have here.”
His eyes drop down to admire your dress, as you writhe pitifully against his hold. A wicked smile tugs at his lips as he continues,
“You’ve got some real nerve, I’ll give you that.” His eyes blaze with anger as he tightens his hold on you. “Ignoring me for weeks, then showing up in public dressed like this.”
He eases the pressure on your throat, and you gasp as the oxygen returns to your head.
“I didn’t know you’d be here.” You protest weakly, and he raises a brow at you. You can hardly blame him for not believing you. Just a few weeks ago you had his whole schedule memorised. You always knew where he was. Your voice is small as you repeat in a near whisper, “I didn’t.”
“You disappeared.” Billy says, his tone hard and defensive. Your brow crinkles in confusion.
“I thought I’d gone far enough.” Tears prickle in the corner of your eyes at your admission, and Billy drops his hand from your throat. “You deserve better than me.”
His laughter is sharp, and filled with self depreciation as he scoffs,
“Bullshit.”
“Billy, the things I want to do you, they’re not healthy.”
“Tell me.” You shake your head, but he leans even closer to leave a trail of kisses along your throat. “Tell me exactly what you want to do to me.”
“I can’t.” You shake your head again, tears falling onto his face as he continues to kiss along your skin. You can hardly believe this is happening. That Billy - your Billy - was kissing the blooming marks left by his fingers. He sucks on the skin lightly, and you whimper at the sting of his tongue against the slowly forming bruises. Your toes curl at the dizzying contrast, the soft heat of his mouth after his hands were wrapped around your throat.
“You’ve broken into my house, left filthy pictures of yourself for me to find, and stole I don’t know how many pairs of my boxers.” Blood floods to your cheeks, and an almost painful tingle of embarrassment runs over your skin. “But letting me in on those dirty thoughts of yours is too much?”
Your fingers dig into the fabric of his jacket, and you take a shuddering breath.
“Oh fuck.” You breathe out, before you finally admit, “I want to follow you to a bar when you meet up with your friends.” Your eyes are squeezed shut tightly, you can’t bare to meet his eyes but now that your thoughts are flowing you can’t bring yourself to stop. “I want to wait until you’re stumbling home drunk, and to take you home with me instead. I want you to wake up in my apartment, tied to the bed. I want you to depend on me completely. I want you to be mine.”
Billy doesn’t react. His expression doesn’t move an inch, but there’s an entire world of thoughts and emotions swimming in the dark pools of his eyes. He’s never belonged to anyone, and deep down he’s always wanted to. He thought he would find some sense of belonging in the army, then with Frank. But neither of those lasted. And now here you were, wanting him so desperately that you had broken the law just to catch a glimpse of him.
Maybe you were right. Maybe this wasn’t healthy. But he’s never had any sort of relationship that wasn’t a little dysfunctional.
“And then?” He asks softly as he traces his finger along your jawline. Your fingers are still hooked around his jacket, and you manage to meet his eyes with an intensity that has a sharp shiver running down his spine.
“And then I’d never let you go.”
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fluffyprettykitty · 2 years
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Pride, brown, dutiful, & country, for Brock Rumlow and Billy Russo? 👀
Congrats on your milestone again 💕💕 this is such a great idea, I love it
Pairing: Billy Russo x female reader x Brock Rumlow
Word Count: 1071 words
Outline: Billy is not particularly fond of his unique deal with Brock but he would do anything to make you happy.
A/N: So, this took a while to brainstorm alongside @alohastyles-x but finally I decided to go with pure filth and an interesting dynamic just for the thrill of it ;)
Warnings: swearing, oral sex (f + m receiving), daddy kink, spanking, spit play, pet names, dirty talk, double penetrative sex, roughness, nipple play, fingering, slight pain kink, cumshot, anal play.
Minors dni!
Main Masterlist ・❥・Sleepover Masterlist ・❥・ Billy Russo Masterlist
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"Turn around." 
Brock's commanding voice makes you leave Billy's cock with a pop, turning your attention to him. 
"Yes, daddy?" You smile, saliva and cum dripping down your chin, and use your fingers to press the excess inside.  Brock is slowly stroking his cock with a concentrated expression on his face. 
"Suck." He commands and you know how to follow an order once you hear one. His cock is fat and girthy, pre cum already dripping. Billy comes up from behind while you begin to kitty lick Brock's cock with the tip of your tongue. 
"Always coming second, Rumlow." Billy chuckles and lands a hard spank against your ass cheeks making you squirm while trying to wrap your lips around his cock. 
"Not even close. You had her here all morning long. She looks completely unused. Not my fault if you don't know how to use her properly."  You bop your head down his length, Brock's big hand wrapping around your head moving you along his cock, his hips pushing it deeper inside you. 
"She's begging to get perfectly fucked. God, look at her. Look how she moves her ass for you." You are backing your ass for Billy, wiggling, and Billy is licking his lips before spanking you again causing you to gag on Brock's cock. Brock pulls your head away from his cock, saliva dripping down your face again and you look up to him with doe eyes. 
"Billy doesn't know how to fuck you, little pet, he leaves you all neglected and needy. I think is time to show him. " He slaps your face with his dick before pushing you on the bed. Billy falls back on the bed and you climb on top of him. 
The truth is that just five minutes ago he had cummed down your throat, fucking your face so devilishly and furiously when he had heard Broc pull up with his motorcycle. It was thrilling and exciting, this arrangement you had.  
“Ride his cock.” Brock commands you and you begin to position your self. 
Your pussy was wet and ready. You sink down on his cock, taking him in inch by inch, landing your hands on his chest. Brock comes from behind you and kisses your neck possessively. He didn't like sharing at all but you were Billy's girlfriend first. You knew very well what was coming next, Billy put his hands on your hips moving you slowly, lifting you a little up giving space to Brock. 
Brock entered you from the back, their cocks so close to one another and the series of moans that left your lips sounded like the best symphony. Often they fucked you like this exhausting you by trying to outfuck one another. They were relentless, Brock was girthy and big, Billy was lengthy and it was easier for him to cum than Brock. 
Slowly Brock adjusts his length inside you pushing you then on Billy's chest. With a smirk, he begins to fuck you hard pushing you on Billy who is trying his best to match his pace. You liked this game, sometimes you wondered if they wanted to fuck each other and you were just the vessel but most of the time you only cared about getting fucked open.
Brock's bicep wraps around your throat lifting you up and Billy follows suit fucking you back at the best of his abilities. Where Billy was gentle Brock was rough, where Brock was a menace Billy was delicate with you. Billy loved you, Brock just wanted to fuck you stupid. Getting lost in the pleasure and the sensation, allowing yourself to feel everything. It didn’t happen as often as you’d like. Unfortunately, they were both busy men. 
You can feel Billy's head going to your breasts, darting out his tongue and licking your nipples, but Brock was moving you fast causing Billy to pull at your nipples. A little pain was always good, you liked it rough and dirty. 
Once Billy moves his one hand to your pussy you begin to orgasm so beautifully and loud, your whole body shaking. That’s what one of the rules, being Billy’s girlfriend meant that he could make you cum whenever he wanted and Brock sometimes took offense to that. Brock slows down for a moment and then he pushes Billy down on the mattress and lifts you off his cock. He slips out of you and turns you around grabbing you by your hips and lifting you up against the wall.
Oh, he was pissed. 
He buries his face between your thighs so fast and begins to suck at your oversensitive clit. He didn't like the fact that Billy had made you cum, not at all. Your thighs clench hard around his face and you watch as Billy comes closer to you, gently kissing your arms, your fingers buried inside Brock's short hair. The thing is that Billy had fucked your face so fast and rough earlier that had already made you so sensitive. Your pussy had been begging for some attention and you and Billy hadn’t had the chance to be intimate since the early morning.
It doesn't take you long to cum, hitting vocal highs you didn't know you had. It feels glorious until it doesn’t. Brock doesn't pull his face away no matter how much you push him away not until Billy shoves him off with both hands. You breathe out and Billy catches you holding you in his arms. 
“I wanna cum on her face.”  Brock commands and your boyfriend reluctantly helps you kneel down. Obediently you pull out your tongue and open your mouth wide like a puppy. Brock strokes his hard length with loud groans and he shoots his load on your face. You're happy, you love being used. You loved this game becoming their sex toy, their pet. Billy pets your hair sweetly and pats your head praising you for doing a good job. He knew this wouldn’t come from him. 
"I will shower. Have her asshole ready for me when I return." Billy looked as if he wanted to murder him right there but your blissed-out face and your nodding made him reconsider.
By the time Brock was out of the shower Billy had you ready and stretched, your ass up in the air. 
“Perfect. “ He says rubbing his hands together, his cock as hard as before. 
“Let's get to business, Billy boy.”
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asirensrage · 9 months
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3 or 12 for the yandere smut prompts. Murder husband or established couple, please. ❤️
Okay, so I need you to forgive me because I legit couldn't decide on who fit this best. It might be Billy and Grace though because I could see those two pulling something like this. Or! Billy and Isa. I listened to "Love is a Bitch" by Two Feet while writing the smut lol and I really like these two lines in this one shot.
Oh well, regardless, I hope you enjoy it. Thanks for participating!
Pairing: Billy Russo x Undescribed female character Rating: Explicit Warnings: suggested kidnapping. Unprotected sex. Unbeta'd ;)
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To say she had better days was an understatement. 
Waking up in a room she doesn’t remember falling asleep in was the initial warning sign. Granted it was a big one, but it was the first clue that something was wrong. Thankfully, the door is unlocked and she isn’t about to stick around to find out. 
The hallway is empty and she creeps out slowly, listening carefully as she leaves. The hall is dark enough that she needs to keep a hand on a wall to help find her way. It’s then that she realizes her cell phone is gone. Whatever. That’s a problem for later. Right now, she needs to escape. 
Footsteps sound down the hall, making her freeze. She waits until she hears him open the door she just left and takes the chance to duck into the next door she touches. Thankfully it’s empty and she presses her ear to the door, holding her breath as she listens. 
“Sweetheart!” Billy’s voice echoes down the hall. “I didn’t think you’d wake up so soon.”
She doesn’t respond.
“Come on out. I promise it’s not what it seems.”
She doesn’t believe that for a second. She knows that voice. She slept with him last night, letting him buy her a drink before taking her home. It was clearly a mistake. One she wouldn’t make again. 
She waits until he heads down the hall, opening another door. She takes the chance to leave the room she’s in and makes her way further down the hall before hiding again in another room when she hears him come back into the hall. 
“I guess we’re playing then.” 
The game continues. 
He gets close a couple of times but the place is a maze and she’s not entirely sure she’s not lost. It doesn’t matter. As long as he stays behind, and she gets out, she’ll win. She just needs to make sure he doesn’t find her first. 
“How many fucking doors does this place have?” she mutters to herself.
“I hear you,” he calls out. 
She ignores the taunt. 
“Come on, sweetheart. Haven’t I promised I would take care of you?” 
She doesn’t remember that. 
“Haven’t I made you feel good? Let me continue. Let me show you everything I can offer you.” 
It’s tempting. She knows by his tone that he’s serious and she remembers the last night they were together. Still, it’s not enough to stop her. 
She thinks she’s getting close to the end. She has to be. 
One of the doors is locked and the doorknob rattles when she tries it. There’s no light shining underneath so she moves on, praying it’s not nighttime outside and she didn’t notice. There’s a door at the end of the hall. She hears him getting closer and she takes the chance. She runs.
Footsteps pound on the ground behind her. Her fingers wrap around the doorknob as she shoulders it open. Light spills into the hallway, silhouetting her. Before she can move further, a hand closes around her mouth as an arm loops around her waist, yanking her back. The door closes in front of her. 
Lips press to her ear as he whispers, “Found you.” 
She shivers at the feeling. “I almost made it.” 
“Almost,” he agrees before pressing his lips to her neck. He kisses the skin softly. “Ready to come back?”
“If I say no?”
“I guess I’ll have to convince you…” He turns her, pushing her back against the wall. His lips are on hers, kissing her deeply. Her arms move, wrapping around his neck and drawing him closer. She likes him like this, even if it’s a game neither of them should be playing.
His kisses are desperate, as though he suspects that given the chance she really will leave, that she’ll get tired of him. She doesn’t think that will ever happen. 
She scrapes her nails gently against the nape of his neck and he pulls away from her just enough so he can brush his lips against her cheek before kissing a path down hers. 
Her breath hitches as he presses closer, providing her with more warmth than she thought possible. She didn’t realize she had been so cold until now. His hands slide under her shirt and she closes her eyes, leaning back as she focuses on the feeling. He leaves goosebumps in his wake and her stomach flutters at the promises she knows he’ll keep. 
When he kneels before her, helping her out of her clothes, he looks up like he’s ready to worship. She can barely see him in the dark, but there’s just enough light from the crack of the door to illuminate his devotion. 
Her hands dig into his hair when he guides one of her legs to rest on his shoulder. He holds her weight, keeping her steady, even as he buries his face between her legs. She reaches a crescendo under his familiar touch with startling ease. He’s tasted her a thousand times and every one he feasts as though it’s his first. 
Billy keeps her standing when her legs threaten to give out on her as she breaks, murmuring praises against her skin. He moves slowly, standing back to his feet and kisses her again. And again. 
“Gonna let me treat you right?” he asks softly. 
“You already do.”
He laughs at that, a low chuckle that makes her stomach clench. “Let me feel you.” 
She doesn’t bother answering, not with words. She unbuttons his pants, pushing them down and freeing him before hooking a leg around his waist and pulling him close. She eases his way in with a guidance that burns both of them in its familiarity. No matter how many times she’s felt him, it never gets old. 
He holds her against the wall, keeping her pressed back on it with every thrust. She clings to him, nails digging into his back as she tries to hold herself up, to keep pace with him. He overwhelms her though. He always does. 
His hands press bruises into her skin as she draws blood from his. Their kisses are hungry and desperate as they turn relentless in their pursuit of their pleasure. 
She bites on his neck, trying to keep herself from crying out when she reaches the brink and is thrown into her orgasm. 
He swears as his grip tightens and his pace increases. The overstimulation turns nearly painful before his hips stutter and he presses her tighter against the wall, as though he’s trying to etch himself into her skin. They both struggle to catch their breaths.
“Are you okay?” he asks, his voice quiet in the dark.
“Yeah,” she answers, smiling softly. He pulls out before lowering her slowly to the ground. “Where did you find this place?”
“A friend of a friend. You weren’t too scared waking up alone, were you?”
“A little but once I heard your voice, I knew what it was.” 
His hand brush back her hair, one curling at the back of her neck as he kisses her again. “Have I told you how much I love your trust in me?”
“As often as I tell you I love our games.”
Billy laughs at that. “You really thought this was all just a game? Darling, my love for you goes far deeper than you could even imagine.” 
“Good.” 
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"Are you going to leave a path to trace?” - Billy Russo x Reader
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[TW: death, grief. Viewer discretion advised.]
Continuation of: [When oblivion calls upon you]
SUMMARY: Billy dreams again about the enigmatic, beautiful woman. She starts to become more familiar and, perhaps, that's the worst part - the more he remembers, the bigger the hole inside his chest. Who on Earth could she be?
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"You sound a little tired, Billy," the therapist says. The clock ticks as usual but in Billy's ears the sound rings uncomfortably. His head hurts.
"Didn't sleep much," he answers quietly. The therapist barely hears him. As much as she can see through the slits in his mask, his eyes look bloodshot. Billy's voice sounds weirdly rough.
"Any particular reason?" She opens the file on the last page, ready to scribble some notes under the proper date. The woman clicks her pen.
"I had a dream."
"Was it a nightmare again?"
The clock ticks a few times before Billy answers.
"Yes. No...I don't know," he says as he hides his head in his hands. "I don't know," he repeats angrily.
"It doesn't have to be one or the other," she explains calmly as she's writing something down. "Care to tell me about it?"
Billy looks away before he starts retelling the dismembered particles of the dream he remembers. It frustrates him that he can't understand why the sole idea of that woman makes him both happy and violently sad. Is she another person he has hurt? Sometimes he lies awake, forcing his mind to perform truly herculean efforts and just when he feels like her name is at the tip of his tongue, a paralyzing migraine wipes all his efforts.
The warm sun rays hit his face and Billy wakes up cringing. His arms raise with every breath you take. Noticing that you're still asleep, he pulls you closer to his chest and nuzzles his face in your neck trying to hide from the morning light. Billy lies there, stuck somewhere between dreams and reality, until he feels you stir awake.
You turn around only to be met with Billy's sleepy stare. His eyes had a soft look to them but then again, he doesn't look at you any other way. He can't.
"Hey, handsome," you say quietly in a groggy voice. Something about your morning charm makes Billy smile.
"Mrs.Russo, are you flirting with me?" His smile gets wider and his eyebrows raise. One of his arms slides down your waist.
"And what if I was?" you ask in an innocent voice as your finger trails the skin of his chest and shoulder.
"I'm afraid I'm already married to the most beautiful woman," he says as his hand brushes through a few strands of your hair.
"Oh, she sounds lovely."
"She is."
Billy has his hand on your jaw, pulling you in for a slow kiss. He gently pushes you onto your back as his hand is sliding up your leg.
"Any idea who she might be?" the therapist asks but, in some way, she knows that if he did, he would look a lot worse. If he made it out of the bed, that is.
"No," his voice is rough and angry. He hates that question because he hates the gaping hole in his memory. Billy remembers that he used to remember. It's a similar frustration to misplacing something and, while being entirely aware of it, being unable to find the lost item. "I don't care."
The therapist stares at him for a moment. It's hard to say who exactly he was trying to deceive with his defiant statement.
"Memory loss can be very frustrating, I know, but-"
"You don't know shit."
A silence falls between them. The woman sighs and writes down one of the major indicators of progress in therapy:
Starts to project negative emotions.
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