#billy russo x fem!reader

[chvoswxtch]

just wanted to hear your voice

pairing: billy russo x fem!reader

summary: billy hasn't been able to stop thinking about you all morning, and he just wants to hear your voice.

warnings: swearing, explicit sexual content (minors dni)

word count: 1.4k

a/n: this is a very special birthday gift for my baby lea, @thyme-in-a-bubble. i'd send you a cake, but you're the superior baker between us, so i'm giving you the slutty gift of billy instead. i hope your birthday is as magical as you are, and i hope you enjoy your present. i love you endlessly. 🖤

as always, feedback is welcomed/appreciated.

Billy very rarely had a hard time focusing. He approached everything, especially his empire, with tenacious determination and an insatiable thirst for success. There was no detail too small, no risk too grand, and no stone he didn’t personally overturn. His desire for perfectionism and order may have appeared as obsessive and controlling to some, but to Billy, appearances and status were everything, so it was imperative to give every task at hand his full and undivided attention.

But today, his thoughts couldn’t stop wandering to you.

All the blocks of black ink on the documents in front of him blurred into a mirage of you in that emerald green silk robe that was carelessly wrapped around your figure this morning while you got ready in the bathroom. It took him fifteen minutes just to knot his tie because he couldn’t stop staring at your alluring reflection in the mirror. The dark green fabric looked absolutely decadent on your soft skin, pulling taut against your body in all the right places. The belt was loosely tied around your waist, leaving a large expanse of your chest on display for his viewing pleasure, the edges of the robe just barely stopping right before your nipples.

It took every ounce of self control Billy had not to bend you over the counter, lift the hem of the robe just a few inches upwards, and make you watch in the mirror while he fucked you.

But he had an important meeting in twenty minutes that he couldn’t miss.

Sometimes he really fucking hated owning his own company.

Billy hadn’t even heard most of the pitch during the meeting. The monotone voice of the talkative investor should’ve been the perfect combat to dull his half hard cock into submission, but his mind kept wandering to you, and that only made his throbbing problem worse. He wasn’t a religious man, but he silently thanked whoever might be listening that black was his signature color, and that it slimmed instead of emphasized the prominent bulge in his pants.

He tried to busy himself with all the tasks that needed his attention, and fuck did he try, but his eyes could only decipher a few words before everything went blurry and shapeshifted into your form again. He should’ve just taken you over the fucking counter and been late. He could’ve made you both come in a matter of minutes. He had never regretted a decision so fucking much as he did right now.

Billy made it forty-five minutes before he absolutely couldn’t stand it anymore. His cock ached within the confines of his briefs, and he wasn’t going to make it through the rest of the day without some relief. Without giving it another thought, Billy grabbed his phone and dialed your number, placing his phone between his ear and his shoulder while swiftly unbuckling his belt and zipping down his fly. He had just slipped his hand past the waistband of his briefs to wrap his slender fingers around his cock when your melodic voice sounded on the other side of the line.

“Hi handsome.”

Billy sank his top teeth into his bottom lip, giving his cock a gentle squeeze, letting out a deep exhale through his nose as he leaned back in his chair to get comfortable.

“Hey darlin’. You busy?”

“Not particularly. Why, what’s up?”

“Nothin’. Just wanted to hear your voice, s’all.”

Billy swiped his thumb across his weeping tip, letting out a silent hiss as he used the spurt of his arousal as a lubricant to coat the length of his cock. His eyes fluttered shut when your soft giggle sounded in his ear.

“Baby, you heard my voice an hour ago.”

“S’too fuckin’ long, doll.”

Another harmonious string of giggles played in his ear, and he began to slowly flick his wrist upwards in a light jerking motion, doing his best to keep his voice steady.

“Tell me how your mornin’s goin’.”

Billy caught almost every other word of your exposition, the pleasure building in his lap nearly clouding his mind entirely with lust. He kept his eyes closed, conjuring your figure in front of him on his desk in that little robe he had gotten you for your birthday, thighs spread apart enough to display your soaked cunt to him while you spoke. God, the things he would do to you if you were here right now.

“Billy?”

“Hm?”

“I said how did your meeting go?”

He was so wrapped up in his fantasy of you that he had completely missed your question. A layer of sweat had started to bead along his hairline, and he hadn’t even noticed that he’d begun to steadily buck his hips upwards into his own hand.

“Fine. It was fine.”

There was silence on the other end of the line for a moment before your voice rang through laced with concern.

“Are you okay?”

“M’fine, darlin’.”

“Are you sure? You sound a little out of it.”

If you were here with him right now, you would’ve caressed his face in your soft palm. Physical touch was one of your love languages, and it awoke a craving in Billy he hadn’t realized he had blocked out from a lifetime of being touch starved. 

He adored all your little touches. He loved the way you held his hand proudly wherever the two of you went. He enjoyed how you always touched his arm to get his attention when you wanted to show him something. He felt a rush of warmth every time he felt your arms wrap around him from behind in a hug when you were watching him do something, or checking on him if it was late and he hadn’t come to bed yet. He liked that you were always absentmindedly adjusting his tie for him or fixing his hair back into place if it got unruly.

But he really loved the way you touched him when he pleasured you. He savored the sharp sting of your fingers tugging roughly at his dark roots to bring his face closer to your pussy when he ate you out. He got off on the pain you inflicted clawing into his back when he fucked you hard and rough. He reveled in the way you held his hands above his head when you rode his cock with a pleased grin plastered on your lips. He cherished the way you held his face in your hands when he made love to you.

All those images in his head caused him to let out a desperate moan, and he didn’t miss the way your breath hitched on the other side of the phone.

“Billy…are you-”

“I shoulda fucked you this mornin’ like I wanted, doll.”

He heard the sharp intake of breath you took. The quiet and soft moan that slipped past your lips went straight to his cock and nearly had his eyes rolling into the back of his head.

“Billy-”

“Looked so fuckin’ good in that robe, darlin’. Gonna buy you one in every fuckin’ color so I can fuck you in all of ‘em. God, I been hard all fuckin’ mornin’ from thinkin’ ‘bout you, baby.”

“Are you-”

“Fuckin’ my hand wishin’ it was your pussy instead? Yeah, I am.���

A delicate noise of desire echoed through the phone’s speaker, and it sounded like the exact one you made whenever he sucked at that sweet spot on your neck. 

“Billy…”

Your voice came out in a breathless moan, and it only made him fuck his hand faster.

“Say my name like that again, baby. C’mon, lemme hear it again.”

Billy was panting heavily now, that tight band within him dangerously close to snapping. His hand was moving furiously up and down the base of his cock, and he slipped his other hand into his briefs to gently squeeze his balls. 

“Billy.”

Throwing his head back against the chair, Billy groaned your name loudly when he came, his jaw hanging open as he fucked his hand through his orgasm. Warm ropes of his release painted wet stripes along his crisp white button up, and he let out a quiet moan from the overstimulation of emptying himself completely. 

A wolfish grin spread across his lips as he tried to catch his breath, wiping his sticky palm off on his shirt.

“I’m comin’ home to change suits. You better be there waitin’ when I get there.”

[peterman-spideyparker]

Hypothetically Real Future (Billy Russo x fem!Reader)

Author’s Note: Hey everyone! I was supposed to post this a few days ago, but after being over-productive at work to account for taking few days off, I was too exhausted to edit and post. But here it is! The whole idea was inspired by listen to the Jackie and Ryan soundtrack and hearing Ben Barnes sing. Enjoy! :)

Summary: Billy comes to surprise you on a Friday afternoon, but when he has plans to whisk you away for the weekend, you let him in on your babysitting plans for a friend.

Warnings: Fluff (established relationship, Billy being very sweet and the secret softie he is, Billy having pet names for reader), angst (reader and Billy want some different things, but they haven't talked about it, talk about family/Billy's past)

Other Characters: OFC

Word Count: 2,908

“Hey, doll face,” Billy smiles as he leans against the doorframe to your office. 

“Billy,” you smile as you swivel toward him. Getting up, you maneuver around your desk and move to hug him. Before you can wrap him in a tight embrace, he whips out a bouquet in the space between the two of you. You giggle as the petals of the flowers tickle your nose and hide the lower half of his face, prompting Billy to playfully wiggle his eyebrows. You happily take the bouquet from his hands before leaning in for a sweet kiss. “What brings you to my neck of the woods?”

“Figured I could spring you a bit early from his place,” he hums as he rests a hand on your waist and kisses your neck. “It’s a Friday afternoon in the middle of the summer. Nothing important is getting done, and you know it.”

“You have a fair point.”

“Then let’s get going, sweetheart. I can call in a favor, and we can have a very nice, very sexy weekend in the Hamptons.”

You let out a sigh, resting your forehead on his shoulder. “I'd love that, but I can’t, though.”

“But you just said nothing was going on. Perfect excuse to leave early.”

“I’m watching my friend’s baby this weekend. Her and her husband have to go to his grandma’s funeral in Washington state, and she doesn’t feel comfortable bringing Colin on a plane. I need to grab my weekend bag before I go over to their place. Sorry it puts a wrench in your very sexy Hamptons plans.”

“It’s okay, sweetheart. It’s great that you’re doing that for them. I know if I had a baby, I wouldn’t trust them with anyone else but you.”

“Thanks,” you smile. 

“Maybe I could swing over with dinner one night. Keep you company.”

“If you keep doing things like that, Frank will tease you about going soft.”

“Yeah, that punk started to do that when we started to date.”

“Well, in that case, no need to prove him right. You’d never hear the end of it.” 

“Yeah, you’ve got a point,” he chuckles. “How about this: I bring you to your place, help you grab your things, kiss a bit, and I drop you off at their place. At least we can spend some more time together.”

You chuckle and lean in for another kiss, his hand firmly on the small of your back to hold you in the embrace. “Sounds nice, Russo.”

“Thanks, baby,” you smile as Billy pulls over in front of their house. 

“Any time, sweetheart,” he hums, kissing your cheek. “I’ll wait until you make it in.”

As you grab your things, you give Billy one more kiss and get out of the car, moving up the steps and knocking at the door. 

“(Y/N)!” your friend Anna says with a hug. “I can’t thank you enough for watching Colin this weekend.”

“Don’t even worry about it. I know how close Ronnie and his Nonna were. It’s the least I can do.”

“Is that Billy?” she asks, leaning to the side and waving to the car. 

“Yeah, he picked me up from work.”

“You know, he can stay the whole weekend. It’s not like you’re randy teenagers that are gonna have sex everywhere. It wouldn’t be a bad idea to have a two person team to deal with a two month old.”

“If you and Ronnie are sure—.”

“Of course! Just have him drive around the block, and he can take the spot we’re parked in once we leave.”

With another hug, you scurry down to the car.

“You okay, baby?” Billy asks. 

“Wanna help babysit this weekend? I’ve been given the thumbs up,” you smirk. 

“Oh, I don’t know if that’s a good idea.”

“Please? It’d be easier to watch Colin with another person there. Besides, two month olds aren’t the best conversationalists.”

Billy sighs. “I’m sorry sweetheart, but . . . I’m just not good with babies.”

Your heart sinks because you know he’s lying right to your face— you’ve heard the stories of how good he was when Lisa and Frank Jr. when they were babies. You’ve seen the pictures and how he seems so comfortable, so natural with them, so happy with them, but you don’t push it. 

“Okay,” you tell him. “I’ll text you.”

“Love you.”

“Love you, too.”

Moving back to the front door of your friend’s house you turn back and give Billy a wave goodbye. 

“How about we find something to watch while the bottle warms, hm?” you say to Colin as he remains nice and snuggled in the wrap. “What are you in the mood for? Comedy? Period drama? Procedural? Reruns from the 70s and 80s? Channel surfing until we find something we like?” A little grunt that falls from his mouth. “Yeah, channel surfing is good. Sometimes you don’t know what hits the spot until you find it. Wise beyond your two months, my guy.”

When you hear the doorbell ring, your brows immediately scrunch in confusion. Moving over to the bay window, you carefully peer out from behind the curtains, smiling brightly when you see Billy’s lovely profile standing patiently on the stoop. 

“We’ve got a visitor, Col,” you coo, walking over to the door to open it. “Hey, Russo.” 

“It’s good practice to ask ‘Who is it?’ before opening the door,” he grins. 

“My apologies," you chuckle. "What exactly brings you here?”

“I saw the way your face fell when you said I wouldn’t stay,” he says quietly. “I’m sorry.”

“Bill, listen—.”

“You really do have a terrible poker face, sweetheart.”

“If you don’t want to be here, I’m not gonna force you.”

“I really do wanna be here, baby. I wanna be here with you. Trust me. I also brought some late night snacks.” With a lopsided smirk, he lifts up a brown paper bag. “Crab rangoons, potstickers, General Tao’s chicken, lo mien—.”

“Snacks? That’s dinner—second dinner!” you giggle, stepping to the side and ushering him in with a jerk of your head. 

“Snacks, dinner, whatever,” he smirks. “Figured you’d need to keep your energy up. Sit down, get this little guy fed, and I’ll be right there.”

With a little smile, you move to the living room and adjust, tilting Colin just right to make feeding easiest for him. As he takes the nipple into his mouth, Billy sits down next to you with two plates that have a little bit of everything in it. 

“Open, sweetheart,” he hums gently, taking a bite of his egg roll before bringing yours to your lips. You smile before you bite down, humming in delight. 

“Thank you,” you chew as you finagle the remote in your free hand and flip through the channels. “As my knight in MSG armor, you get the honor of choosing what we watch.”

“Aw, you’re too kind, princess.”

Settling on reruns of Bob’s Burgers, Billy continues to feed you while Colin finishes his bottle and you burp him. The entire thing feels incredibly domestic, and you can’t help but imagine what it would be like in your shared house, taking care of a baby that’s half you and half Billy. But then you remember how Billy acted when you brought up him babysitting with you. If he had meant what he said, though, then why would he come back with food?

“You alright, babygirl?” Billy asks softly. 

“Hm? Yeah,” you nod. “I’m gonna go and give Colin a bath before I put him down. Would you mind terribly cleaning up?”

“You got it, sweetheart.”

Getting up, you hold Colin close as you ascend the staircase and gather everything he needs. You try to prolong the bath as much as you can, your mind racing as you try to analyze Billy’s behavior. Did he feel guilty? Is he trying to save face? Billy is hard to read normally, but this is a whole new branch of difficult you didn’t know was possible. What if it’s something to do with you? Are you the reason he’s acting weird? 

Your spiral is cut short when you hear the hardwood of the townhouse shift under his weight. 

“Don’t you think he has enough lotion on him?” Billy teases softly as he rests against the door frame. “Any more, he’ll slip right out of your arms.”

“That’s a worry that never crossed my mind before now,” you sigh, looking down at how Colin smiles at you. You listen to Billy walk over, pressing a kiss to your neck as a hand rests on your waist.

“I’ll be your back up guard. He won’t stand a chance if he tries to wriggle away.”

You let out a hum of a laugh as you wipe your hands clean before you move to put a onesie on him, carefully zipping it up before Billy follows you to Colin’s nursery. 

“Can you grab me one of the books?” you ask. 

“Any one in particular?”

“I know they have Madeline—I’m the one that gave it to them.”

“Isn’t that more of—?”

“More of a what, Russo?” you challenge softly with a raised eyebrow as you sit in the rocking chair. 

“Nothing,” he says with a shake of his head.

“That’s what I thought,” you smirk. 

Taking the book from his hand, you open the book and start to read, gently rocking back and forth in the chair. Colin is quick to fall asleep, likely due to the bath, and Billy takes the book from your fingers carefully as you continue to rock him to make sure he’s out. You gingerly stand up and place him in his crib, tip-toeing out of the room with Billy. 

“How about you try to get some rest?” Billy whispers, kissing your cheek. “I’ll stay up a bit longer, keep an ear out for him.”

“Bill, I—.”

“Isn’t there a saying about sleeping when the baby sleeps? At least one of us should heed the advice.”

You stop in the hallway and turn around, cradling his face in your hands, pressing a soft, sweet kiss to his lips.

“I love you, Billy,” you whisper. “Thank you.”

Billy gives you one more kiss before gently rubbing your arms, up and down. “Sleep well, princess.”

Just as quickly as you settle in and fall asleep, you get stirred awake when you her tiny little cries make their way over the baby monitor. Sitting up in bed, you rub the sleep out of your eyes and turn your attention to he nightstand where the device rests. 

“Hey, buddy,” you hear Billy say over the monitor. “Shh, it’s okay. It’s okay, bud, you’re safe. I’m here for you.” You listen to him let out a soft sigh as he bends over to pick Colin up, undoubtedly trying to rock him back to sleep. “No need to cry,” he hushes. After a few moments, you listen to him start singing, his voice soft, calming, and down right beautiful. It’s so unexpected, you sit in the bed, frozen in surprise as you listen. Slowly, Colin starts to calm down as Billy keeps on singing. You can’t help but smile, and you slip out of the covers and quietly pad over to the nursery, resting against the doorframe as you listen to Billy finish the song, carefully putting a sleeping Colin back down in his crib. 

“I hoped that you wouldn’t get woken up,” he says gently as he turns around and approaches you. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize,” you say with a soft smile. “I heard it over the monitor.”

“Oh,” he says as his cheeks flush pink.

“Don’t be embarrassed. It’s cute.”

He shuffles over to where you stand, wrapping an arm around you, pressing a lingering kiss on the crown of your head.

“Are you okay, sweetheart?” he murmurs as you move to the living room. “You’ve been a bit off all night.”

“It’s nothing, Bill, I promise.”

He kisses your forehead, tucking wisps of hair behind your ear. “You know you can tell me anything. What’s going on?”

His voice is so gentle and his chocolate eyes stare at you like a needy puppy.

“You’re so good with him,” you tell him. “I’ve heard the stories from Frank—I’ve seen the pictures . . . I don’t know. I’m just overthinking it Billy, really, I—.”

“No, no, c’mon. Keep talking to me. What’s going on in that beautiful head of yours?”

You let out a breath as you sit on the sofa and pick up one of Colin’s stuffies. “Is it because Anna and Ronnie are my friends and not yours? I know you’re not as close with them as you are with Frank, but I didn’t think that’s be a deterrent for babysitting. I mean, it should be easier to—.”

“Is that what you think this is about?”

Your heart jumps in your throat before rocketing to the bottom of your stomach. “I told you I was overthinking, and I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to—.”

“Can I be honest with you, sweetheart?” 

You nod, and Billy adjusts before he leans forward to gently take your hands in his. “I didn’t want to come because I didn’t want to see you with a baby.”

Your eyebrows pull together as a small frown pulls on your lips. “I . . . I’m not following.”

He sighs and sits down carefully on the ottoman. “I knew that if I saw you with Colin all weekend, I’d want to have a baby with you.”

You look at him, desperately trying to read all the emotions on his face. “Is . . . Would that be the worst thing?”

He lets out a breath as he looks down at the floor, almost like he’s ashamed to look at you. “I never knew my dad. I don’t have a relationship with my mom. I’m screwed up enough. I don’t want to screw up another human being.”

“I guess we never really talked about anything that far ahead.”

“No,” he says quietly. “We haven’t.”

Leaning forward, you kiss his forehead, running your fingers through his hair and cradling his face.

“When my brother found out he was gonna be a dad, he was worried about a million things—how he was gonna screw up, if his kids were gonna be assholes, if he would be enough. And my dad told him that because he was worrying about all these things when he didn’t even know the sex of the baby, he was gonna be just fine. All those things showed how much he cared.” From down the hall, you can hear how Colin starts to fuss, and you lean back from his touch, pulling your hands from his as you throw your hair into a pony tail, but not before you lean forward to kiss his temple, running your fingers through his hair. “For what it’s worth,” you say softly, “I think you’d be a great father, Billy.” 

“Sweetheart—.”

“Get some rest, Billy. You’ve been up since four this morning and you watched Colin while I slept.”

Moving from him before he can protest more, you go to Colin’s nursery as you hold him, letting a tear roll down your cheek while you console him. It’s not long until he calms down, his tiny fingers curling into your shirt to hold onto you tight. You have to carefully pry his little fingers open so you can put him down, slowly as to not wake him back up.

“He all good now?” Billy asks as you slide back under the blankets. 

“Out like a light,” you tell him, pecking a kiss to his lips. “Just needed a new diaper and some cuddles.”

Turning on the mattress, Billy wraps his arms around you and nuzzles his face in the crook of your neck. 

“You’re the only person that I’d want to have a baby with,” he whispers. “I’m not ready, but . . . I hope you’d still want to have a baby with me. Some day.”

His words hit you in a spot you didn’t know about, and you just snuggle down onto him. “I do,” you whisper. “I just . . . We have some things to talk about.”

There’s a thick silence in the bedroom, but the way that Billy rolls you over and presses a pillow-soft kiss to your lips, tucking your head under his chin and wrapping you secure in his arms, it tells you that he’s open to a future he never truly thought of—not in a way that mattered to him before.

“So . . .” you start softly. “Hypothetically . . . Potentially, would this ‘someday baby’ . . . Would it be after a hypothetical wedding? If that’s something you’d be interested in. Hypothetically.”

His silence, even though it is only a few seconds, it feels like forever, and it feels like you might have just ended your relationship while cuddled in his arms. 

“Hypothetically?” he murmurs. “No.”

Your heart absolutely drops, and you can feel the tears well immediately. 

“Realistically?” Billy continues. “Absolutely.”

Sitting up in bed and pulling out of his arms, you turn to face him and smack him. “Russo, you can’t do that!”

“Ow!” he says, rubbing the spot where you smacked him. “You’ll wake Colin!”

“I don’t care!”

“Okay, I realize that wasn’t the smartest way to say things, but . . . I love you, sweetheart, I do. And after we talk things over, like really talk them over, make some pictures clearer . . . Yeah, it’s in our future. Our real future.”

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[saiyanprincessswanie]

Making Memories

Pairing: Billy Russo x Reader

Word Count: 1756

Summary: On your honeymoon with Billy you capture sweet moments of him with your camera. They say today’s moments are tomorrow's memories. If you capture every moment it will last a lifetime.

Warnings: Fluff and Smut

A/N: Thank you to​​​ @music-culture-mythology​ for helping me and beta reading this. @firefly-graphics​​​ for the page-breaks

A/N 2: This is for @fictional-affairs​ 500 reader challenge

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*Click*

Billy was admiring the view of the sunrise over the ocean from their honeymoon suite balcony when he heard the camera go off behind him. He turned around smiling at you as you lay on the bed with your camera in hand.

“What do you think you’re doing Mrs. Russo?” Billy was completely naked as he stalked back to where you were. His cock was instantly hard and he watched you like a prey waiting to see what you were going to do.

“I’m just capturing our memories so I never forget this moment. You looked so handsome staring out over the water.” Your fingers clicked on a button to show him the photo you took. Indeed your photo captured him from the waist up, his back muscles on display for you as he leaned against the railing lost in his thoughts. Thoughts about you mainly and how lucky he was to finally start his forever with the woman he loves. 

Billy had to admit you were a phenomenal photographer. He has always teased you about taking photos of him. In his mind, he was nothing special. Maybe it had to do with his past of growing up in the system. There were no photos of him growing up on any special holidays or birthdays. Photos weren’t his thing until you came along. You were determined to make up for what he never had and decided you would make mementos together.

He leaned down and kissed your forehead, his body moving over your naked one until you were pinned beneath him. Your legs opened to allow him to be pressed against you. The camera falls to the bed as he whispers in your ear, “we don’t need a camera for this next part.” Billy turned you over onto your stomach and pulled you to your knees. “God, you have a perfect ass, Mrs. Russo.”

Grabbing your hips, his now hard cock rubbed between your folds collecting your arousal on him. With a gentle roll of his hips, Billy pushed into your channel causing you both to groan in pleasure. His pace was slow and firm at first as he watched your cunt swallow his cock with each thrust. Your head pressed against the bed as your fists clenched the sheets hard, moaning louder as he sped up his thrusts.

“Oh god, I lov-love your cock, Mr. Russo!” You squealed as he went harder into you, hitting that special spot inside you that makes you sing to the heavens. The harder he plowed into you the louder you chanted his name like a prayer. Skin slapping against skin echoed in the room with your gasps and his grunts. His cock hit your special spot again, making you cum hard. Your pussy clenched his cock hard, causing him to cum with a shout. 

Billy eased himself out of you and collapsed next to you. Both of you were breathing hard when you started to giggle.

“If I could start my day like this every day I swear I could conquer the world,” you declared. 

Billy couldn’t help but laugh now with you. “I will do everything in my power to help you conquer the world. Even if that means fucking this perfect pussy of mine.” Billy was always supportive in every aspect of your life. So it made your heart skip when he declared he would help conquer the world with you. Not that you were into anything illegal but just the thought made you smile.

“Well, now that we are awake and had our morning cardio, let's grab a shower.” You rolled out of bed and walked to the bathroom, hips swaying to entice him.

Billy didn’t need to be told more than once. In fact, he was going to have to take you again in the shower before he started his day with you.

The next day you both head out to hike a trail on the island that was said to give you the view of a lifetime. Of course, your camera is hung around your neck as you both ascend the trail. Billy walks behind you to make sure you’re safe. 

As you reach the top of the trail you swear you lose your breath by the view. The view overlooks the island with its small mountain trails and is surrounded by the ocean. You grab the camera and start photographing everything in sight. Minutes must have passed before you realize Billy left your side. 

Turning around you see him smiling at you as he holds wildflowers out for you. “Here you go, darling. I thought you would like them.”

*Click*

You quickly took a photo of him and let the camera hang from your neck so you could take the flowers. “They’re so beautiful, Billy.” 

“Not nearly as beautiful as you my darling.” Billy steps closer to you and cups your face with his hands before he kisses you gently. “Now how about we head back to our room so I can show you just how beautiful you are to me.”

The next couple of days you spend at the beach soaking up the sun. This had to be the most relaxed you’ve felt in years. After a couple of hours, you decide you’re both going to walk the beach together before your planned dinner. 

Your camera is once again around your neck as you both walk towards the rocks. Together you find little shells that have washed up on shore. You take your camera and start taking pictures of the colorful ones. As you turn you see Billy standing in his long sleeve zip-up, shorts, and sunglasses as he looks off to the side. 

*Click*

He looked gorgeous. Billy is the most photogenic person you have ever known and taking these photos makes your heart skip a beat. You watch him smirk as he knows you took his photo once again. The thing is Billy would never tell you no and that he doesn’t want his photo taken. He knows how much you enjoy it so he never complains.

“How about we go back to our room and clean up? I have a nice dinner planned for us.” Billy declares as he walks over to you and gently grabs your hand. Bringing your hand to his mouth, he kisses your ring finger that holds your wedding ring. 

Your fingers intertwined with his fingers as you bring his hand to your mouth and lightly kiss his ring. You both smile lovingly at one another as you head back to the room hand in hand.

Billy had just pulled his suit jacket on when he saw you in the mirror finishing up. You had always been the most gorgeous woman he had ever met but your loving personality and giving nature is what he loved the most. You stood with your back to him, dressed in a short black dress and stiletto heels with your hair fixed just right. His smile was one of affection as he watched you fiddle around. His eyes caught your camera sitting on the table in your room. Billy walked over to the camera and turned it on, waiting for you to emerge from the bathroom. A few minutes later you walked out and Billy captured your beauty with the lens.

*Click*

You looked at him grinning as you heard the familiar sound. “What do you think you’re doing?” You questioned, hand on your hip and an eyebrow raised. Normally you were the one behind the camera and didn’t like your picture taken. Though you had been known to take pictures on special occasions. 

*Click*

Billy snapped another of you looking unamused but lord knew he loved the sass. “I’m just capturing moments of you my love. I figured since there are so many of me on here I needed some of you.”

You walked over to him with a sway of your hips and offered him a hand. “If you would be so kind I would like my camera back.”

*Click*

With a final picture of you, Billy handed the camera over. “Here you go, darling. Now we have a dinner reservation to make. You placed the camera back on the table as you both walked out of the room and downstairs to your private dining room that overlooked the ocean. You had to admit a part of you wished that you had your camera to capture this moment of the two of you. 

Sensing where your mind was Billy couldn’t help but hide his smile. He had already arranged for something after dinner. For now, you both ate and drank, making small talk about the secluded island you were both on and the adventures you would go on when you got back to the states. The waiter brought out a piece of cheesecake for you both to split. Before you could dive in a gentleman with a camera came up to your table.

“Would the happy couple like to have a photograph?”

You looked over at Billy and smiled. Looking back at him you both said, “yes.” 

*Click*

The photographer showed you the preview of the photo on his camera and you both agreed that you loved it. He promised it would be brought out to you in a few minutes. You both dug into the dessert and continued to sip your wine. Sure enough, once you finished and were ready to head upstairs the photographer brought you the picture. It showed the two of you sitting close to one another with the sunset in the background over the ocean. It was perfect. With the picture in hand, you both headed up to the bedroom to watch the sun continue to set for the day from your balcony. 

Kicking off your stilettos you walked ahead into the bedroom and saw the bed covered in rose petals. Billy’s hands wrapped around your waist from behind and you felt his beard skim against your neck causing your breath to hitch. His warm breath warmed your ear as he spoke, “How about instead of taking pictures of the sunset we break this bed in some more and make memories between these sheets.”

This was going to be another fun way to continue to make memories of this honeymoon. Memories that would certainly last a lifetime.

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[kimoralov3]

Spirited Confessions

Requested by: No one but this is somewhat based off a dream I had a few weeks ago Word Count: 2281 Warnings: i've been sick most of the time i wrote this so it's probably not that good, this is the first time i've written a kiss, the reader gets drunk, mild angst??, reader and billy get into an argument, reader is drunk at one point, frank is a third wheel for a bit lmao, swearing, fem!reader

If we were being honest, it had been a while since you had left the house. It’s not like it was intentional— you had just been very busy. You’d graduated from law school last year, and starting at a law firm meant that you were working your ass off. On top of that, your landlord raised your rent so god damn high that you couldn’t pay it anymore, therefore you were currently moving into another one. 

“Well, that was the last of the boxes from the truck.” Frank said as he and Billy carried in a large box. 

“Thank you guys so much, I don’t know how long it would’ve taken me to get all this stuff up the stairs by myself.” You said as you gave each of them a hug.

“You know we’ll always help you when you need it. And now, you can repay us by actually leaving the house for the first time in a year.” Billy said as he leaned against the wall.

You knew this was coming; mainly because he and Frank had been trying to get you out of the house. “I would really love to, but I have so much stuff to unpack, and I still have to build my bed. Long story short, I don’t think I’ll be leaving the house any time soon.” 

“Oh c’mon Y/N, live a little! How about this; if me and Frank help you build your bed, you have to come out with us tonight.” Billy suggested. It honestly didn’t seem like that bad of an idea, and if you were being honest with yourself you had really been looking for an excuse to let loose.

“Ok fine, but only for a few drinks.” You finally gave in. Frank and Billy high-fived each other before going to your room to build your bed.

—

The three of you ended up some bar a few blocks away from your new apartment. Y’all sat at the bar, Frank on your left and Billy on your right. “Man, I can’t believe we actually got you out of the house. Today truly is a great day.” Billy said as he playfully bumped into you.

“Oh fuck off, Russo. Don’t make me regret going out with y’all.” You joked as you punched his arm. 

“Oh baby, you’d never regret going out with me. I’d make sure of that.” He said with a wink. You rolled your eyes at his flirtiness, turning to face the menu as a distraction from the heat creeping up your face. You and Billy had been friends for years now, so you should honestly be used to his insistent flirting by now, but there was something about that damn smug face that always pulled at your heart strings. 

It was obvious that nothing would ever happen between the two of you— Billy was either too busy running his company or spending the night with some girl he’d just met. He didn’t necessarily have the reputation of a heartbreaker, but it certainly didn’t seem like he was planning on settling down with anyone anytime soon. Meaning that there was no point in trying to pursue a relationship with him.

While the two of you were having your conversation, Frank must’ve ordered you all some shots because the waitress set them down in front of y’all. The three of you quickly took your shots, then spent some time talking. Frank mentioned some date that he had gone on with a girl he’d met at the park, and as usual, Billy talked about the stress of his work.

A couple more shots and some drinks later and you were sitting at the bar by yourself, Billy and Frank across the bar enjoying a game of pool. Whenever you were drunk you focused all your attention on one thing, and right now all that focus went into trying to figure out what wings you wanted.

“Excuse me, ma’am, are you alright? You seem to be pretty out of it.” The bartender asked as she stepped in front of you. 

You smiled as you looked at her, nodding your head. Which was a bad idea, because it made the room spin. “I’m great, thanks for asking! How about you?” 

“I’m fine, thanks. You came here with two men, right? Where are they? Could one of them take you home?” She asked, worry lacing her tone. 

“Yes! Billy and Frank are right over there! They’re really nice, you should go talk to them.” Your words were slurred, but she could still understand what you were saying.

She plastered on a smile and nodded, quickly moving from behind the bar and towards the pool table. You went back to looking at the menu, once again focusing on the wings. 

A few minutes later you felt someone place their hand on your shoulder and turned around to see Billy sliding into the seat next to you. “Hey pretty girl, you feeling alright? You seem lonely over here.”

“I’m fine. I was actually about to order some wings, do you want some?” You asked as you slid the menu over to him. 

“Nah, I’m good. Although the bartender did tell me to make sure that my girlfriend got home on time and I intend to do so.” He says as he brushes a strand of hair out of your face.

His use of the word girlfriend made you frown. Girlfriend? Since when did Billy have a girlfriend? And when did she get here? “Girlfriend? I didn’t know that you had a girlfriend.” 

“I don’t, she was talking about you. C’mon, let’s get you home.” Billy said as he helped you up off your stool. You stumbled a little as you stood up, falling into him. Billy chuckled, wrapping an arm around your waist. 

“Wait wait, what about Frank?” You asked as the two of you started walking towards the door.

“He ran into the girl he went on a date with the other day, so he’s staying here a little while longer.” He explained. 

“Oh, ok. So you’re taking me home?” You asked as you stared at him.

“That’s the plan.” He said simply. You nodded, which was once again a bad idea because you lost your balance and almost fell face, but luckily Billy caught you. “Careful there. Do you want me to carry you?”

“Oooh, can you give me a piggyback ride? That way I can finally be taller than you.” You said as you quickly— and clumsily— went behind Billy and jumped on his back. Due to his quick reflexes, he easily caught her. He made sure her legs were secured around his waist before walking back to her apartment.

—

You and Billy finally made it to your apartment, him taking you to your room and setting you down on the bed. He took off your shoes, gave you some pajamas, and went to the bathroom to get you a washcloth to wipe off your makeup. 

“Do you need anything else before I leave? Like a glass of water or some aspirin?” He asked as he tucked you into bed. 

You scrunched your nose, shaking your head. “No, aspirin is nasty.” 

Billy smiled, patting you on your head. “You’re cute when you’re drunk.” He said softly. 

“God, why are you so hot?” You whined as you covered your face with your hands. Billy raised an eyebrow, sitting on the edge of the bed.

“Really? Just how hot am I?” There was amusement and curiosity in his tone, but you were too drunk to really pick up on it.

“Really fucking hot— and don’t act like you aren’t aware of it! I see the way you flirt with women all the time; you use those stupid brown eyes until they’re basically putty in the palm of your hands.” You rambled. Billy hummed, nodding his head.

“And what about you? Are my ‘stupid brown eyes’ making you fall in love with me?” He joked.

“Yes! And it sucks because I know that nothing will ever happen between us.” 

Billy stared at you for a second, trying to decide what his response should be. He could bet on the fact that you're probably so drunk you won’t remember what he’s about to say, or he could tell you and suffer the embarrassment later. 

“It’s late, you should go to sleep. I’ll be back in the morning to check on you.” He said instead, turning off the light and walking out before you could stop him.

—

The sunlight streaming through your uncovered windows was the first thing you registered when you woke up, followed by the sound of your front door opening and closing. You sat up in your bed, groaning and holding your head when the pain hit. After giving it a moment to die down you got up and walked to your living room. 

Billy was standing in your kitchen, taking some containers out of a Waffle House bag. “Morning, sunshine. How you feeling?” 

“Like shit. Please tell me you got me waffles and bacon?” You asked as you hopped on the counter. Without a word, Billy handed you a container full of the food you asked for. “Thank you so much, I fucking love you.” You said as you opened up the container and started eating. 

“I know, you told me so last night.” Billy said casually as he leaned against the counter beside you. You almost choked on your food, turning to look at him in shock. 

There was no way you confessed…right? “What do you mean?” Maybe you had interpreted his words the wrong way. Maybe he was just messing with you as he usually does.

“Last night when I was putting you to bed, you went on some rant about my ‘stupid brown eyes’. It was quite adorable, to be honest.” He turned to face you fully, smiling down at you.

This was not the way you intended for Billy to find out about your feelings. You didn’t want him to know at all, if you were being honest with yourself. “Billy, I am so sorry, I never wanted to—”

“Hey, calm down Y/N. I love you too.” He said as he moved to stand in front of you. You looked up at him, eyes wide at his comment. How can he say something like that so casually? “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Because you just said you love me as if you were telling me about what you had for dinner last night.” You exclaimed as you pushed him away. You obviously weren’t strong enough to hurt him, but he still stepped back a bit, face full of confusion. 

“What’s the problem? Shouldn’t you be happy that I love you back?” Billy seemed to be offended by your reaction, but you didn’t really care at the moment.

“Yeah, but I would be a lot happier if you said it a lot less casually. You admitting your love for someone is a really big deal.” You explained as you hopped down from your kitchen counters. You shook your head as Billy stood there, brushing past him and going into your living room. You heard Billy following you but you ignored him, opening up a box and starting to put stuff where it was needed.

“Y/N, look at me.” Billy said as he gently grabbed your arm and turned you towards him. You glared up at him, raising an eyebrow as a way of telling him to continue. “I’m sorry; I didn’t realize that this was something that was such a big deal to you. But I really mean what I said last night. I do love you, and I have for a while now. Basically, since we met, actually. But I’ve never been in an actual relationship before, and as much as I hate to admit this, I was scared. Scared that you wouldn’t return my feelings; scared that I would fuck up somehow and that you would hate me forever.

“And I know that that’s not an excuse for the shitty way I went about confessing my feelings, but I promise to make it up to you in any way I can.” He finished off, searching your eyes for a response. The two of you stared into each other’s eyes for a moment before your lips met. 

Neither of you was sure who had initiated the kiss, but you both knew that you never wanted it to end. His lips were warm and soft, and it seemed like he was kissing you with as much passion and want as he could muster. The two of you pulled each other as close as possible, him gripping your waist and you wrapping your arms around his neck.

When y’all finally pulled away for air, Billy’s lips were red and plump. His lips turned up as he looked at you, brushing a piece of hair out of your face. “Who knew you could kiss like that?”

You rolled your eyes, flicking his nose lightly. “Don’t start with me, Russo.” 

“I intend to start and finish with you, Y/N.” 

You scrunched up your nose and shook your head at his words. “That might have been the corniest shit I have ever heard in my life.”

Billy chuckled, touching your foreheads together. “Well too bad, because now you’re stuck hearing corny shit like that.” You giggled, Billy watching in delight as your eyes lit up. For the rest of our lives were the words he left unspoken, but he didn’t have to say them out loud. You knew, and you planned to stay with him for that time as well.

[bubuslutty]

Love Language

pairing: frank castle x fem!reader x billy russo

word count: 1.7k

tags: domestic fluff, mafia!au, billy never betrayed frank, slight nsfw (it's just like 3 sentences), lowkey obsessive behaviour from Billy, established relationship, no dialogue, filthy rich people shenanigans, billy & Frank are like bodyguards to the reader, no use of y/n, use of 3rd person pov

warning: none

Summary: this is just how billy and Frank love differently, other than using their hands and lips on their favourite girl.

a/n: this also could be read as part of the 'La Reine de Londres' universe if you want.

Frank and Billy are in love with one woman. That's no news. But what's interesting is their different love languages. Even though their hearts belong to each other and one woman, they express their love differently.

Billy is known for his love of luxury and quality. He's not afraid of enjoying and seeking out the best of the best, be it tea, a suit or a gun. Billy's approach to life is a bit hedonistic in a sense. He loves feeling good, loves making people feel good, be it by his hands or by dressing them in silk and gold.

He has always admired the lifestyle of rich and noble people since his rough childhood, how they held themselves and how they saw the world. It was how he came to meet their girl in the first place. He founded Anvil, a private military firm, to put his and Frank's skills to use, to feel like their time in the military didn't go all to waste. And also to build himself his own small empire, to feel in control of his life and do things how he wanted.

He overheard her talking to Wade in a bar, telling him about how she needed a trustworthy team of skilled people to guard her and her assets. Billy offered his service right then and there. That day, she not only took his business card but his attention for the next week.

Billy remembers going back home, telling Frank about the gig he got them, and he didn't leave out how pretty and hypnotizing the mob was. Frank laughed in his face, saying how Billy says that about any woman he sleeps with. But then Billy gave him a look, and Frank realized that his friend might be in a bit of trouble, and so was he.

Months went by, heated glances in the office and kisses at the back of limos became limbs in tangled sheets and remembering how Frank liked his coffee, how many moles Billy had on his skin and how she liked her eggs in the morning.

Then Billy started loving her differently, without his hands, lips or body. Don't get me wrong, he still enjoys touching her more than anything, he just started loving her in a different way. He started buying her things he thought she'd look pretty in and fit her personal style. If he saw a watch that would pair well with some of her other accessories, you better believe Billy would buy it and gift it to the mob with a kiss on the back of her hand, her neck and her lips.

Of course, Billy bought her flowers, pots of plants, and any plants he thought she didn't have and would love to look after. His gifts seemed normal and pretty common to receive from your lover at the beginning, but then his gifts became bigger, filling a hole in his soul and satisfying a hunger he always had.

He bought her a sports car, even though she already has multiple and barely drives them. But for Billy, she dressed in one of Billy’s favourite dresses on her, the white slip-on that stopped just below her ass and was backless, leaving her back, arms, neck and legs naked. She drove to the ridiculously expensive sports car to one of their favourite high-end restaurants and as soon as they arrived, she was dragged to the toilets and ended up with Billy between her legs with her back to the wall.

He even purchased her a house in the countryside next to a forest and farms. Billy just bought the house because it was old, owned by a Lord a hundred years ago and he couldn't take the image of his girl lounging around the house in silky robes while sunbathing like a cat for hours. It's not even a house, really, it's more of a small castle.

When they would be in the castle during weekends and holidays, Billy got his favourite woman sculpted by a group of young artists from the University nearby. You should have seen his face when he saw the leaflets in the local grocery store, looking for models so the students would get to practice with real-life subjects. He phoned the University that same day and got an appointment with the Fine Arts Professor the next day.

When he told her, she was surprised and told him how she didn't have all the time in the world to be standing there and getting sculpted, no matter how flattering it is to be considered beautiful enough to sculpt. Billy nearly got on his knees while explaining that they would work around her schedule and that it was a dream of his to get a statue sculpted of her, just like Greek deities.

And she accepted. At first, she had to accompany Billy to the University, to meet the teacher and some of the students, but also to see their work and projects. Billy was definitely impressed by the skills of the students and couldn't wait to have them sculpt his girl.

Billy offered their home to use as a studio to sculpt for a couple of days. The professor was hesitant until Billy told him where they lived and he immediately grinned with excitement, sharing that his students would love the change of scenery and feel as if they were actual sculptors being commissioned by a Lord to sculpt his Lady. Billy also shared his one and only condition, which was to keep any finished work of his girl. After all, it was simply for practice. The students accepted once they found out who and where they would work.

Then it was paintings.

When they met some of her clients, Steve and Bucky, a friendship quickly blossomed. Billy found himself really enjoying the presence of the two super soldiers, whenever they showed up at her office or when they were invited over for tea. Once when they were talking, Billy looked to the side and found Steve completely absorbed in a piece of paper. He had a pencil in hand, sketching away while everyone else was absorbed in the conversation.

Billy was curious and took a peek, and was surprised to find Steve sketching his girlfriend's profile as she went on about something that Billy had no ability to focus on because all he could see was the sketch and the sketch alone. After that, Billy made it his mission to ask Steve more about his art, which then transformed into an invitation to Steve's personal art studio where he showed the throuple his work.

Billy soon offered to commission Steve for a painting of his girl. He was willing to allow Steve months to paint and sketch, provide him with space in their home to paint and pay him beyond generously for his time and skills. Steve accepted immediately, he loved art, and he would love to paint the woman. She was absolutely beautiful and one of his muses after all.

Steve would end up sitting in the middle of their spacious living room in their château, surrounded by brushes and paint tubes, and a big canvas. While his subject was lounging on a sofa, her body half covered by thin white fabric, falling in her curves and dips and hugging her skin like the fabric was weaved for her skin and her skin only.

Billy would make tea, prepare snacks and sit down to admire his girl. He would talk during the process, ask her about her day and whatnot when Steve was not painting her face. Then he would feed her when she wanted a snack or a drink and was not allowed to move. And when they were done for the day, he would run her a bath, sit behind her and tell her about how much he loves her and how beautiful and perfect she is. Then when she was all dried up, he would rub lotion into her precious skin and massage her back and calves. As long as she's his, he's going to treat his so much better than anyone ever could, making goddesses in ancient myths jealous.

Frank on the other hand is a bit different. He’s the most himself when he gets to express his love through acts of service. Frank loves domestic life. There is something in the simplicity of it that makes him feel truly at ease and most comfortable.

Frank would rather do something by himself than hire someone to do it instead. He can cook, so he will cook for Billy and their girl. He can fix doors, creaky hinges, flickering light bulbs and practically anything. If something breaks in their home? Call Frank. He would be more than happy to fix it.

Frank once found his girl crouched on the floor, almost crying at a flower pot that fell and broke, and it wasn't just any flower pot, it was a gift from one of her friends. Frank looked at the mess of dirt and broken pieces and reassured her that he could fix it. It won't be as perfect as new, but he will save it as much as he can. And he did, and now it sits in their kitchen near the window and not a day goes by that Frank doesn't get all warm and fuzzy whenever he sees his girl smiling while watering the flowers in the pot.

If the clasp of his girl's watch broke? Frank would try to fix it by himself, and more often than not he succeeds. That man was so good with his hands, he could practically do anything. Not only can he wring out orgasm after orgasm from her with just his hands, but he can build her an indoor jacuzzi, refurbish their kitchen, build a shed from scratch and would damn well build a house if she asked him to.

He loves having projects to do. He needs to have something to fill his time outside of work. His girl was thinking about installing a new bookshelf in her office? Frank has already measured the space, found what type of wood his girl would like the most, how big or small she would want it and how long it'll take to build. He's truly a DIY man.

No matter how much Billy tells him to leave something alone because they can call someone to take care of it, Frank never listens. He will do it himself. This is his home, his family, and he will pour his blood, sweat and tears into building it.

He's a sentimental man after all, he wants to leave his mark on everything that surrounds him and the people he loves.

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[leviathanspain]

a well respected man

billy russo x reader

synopsis: the crush you have on your boss is totally inappropriate. until he fucks you senseless in the elevator

a/n: the song by the kinks inspired it, give it a listen during this ;)

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you smacked the elevator button with urgency. you were late, so late, to the meeting that included your boss, and it was made alarmingly important that you attended.

as the elevator dinged, you let your shoulders sag with relief, you wouldn’t have to race up the stairs today.

as the elevator doors open, you looked in to find a familiar face, one you were literally hoping you wouldn’t have to see.

you composed the shock off your face and gave a tight lipped smile, “mr. russo!” you tried to play off the your nervousness but seemed like billy had seen right through you.

he chuckled, “heading to the meeting?” he looked at his watch and you blushed, “you caught me.” you smirked, “i thought if i had booked it, you wouldn’t have noticed..”

billy turned to you and peered at you, there was an unreadable expression in his face but his eyes shone with something you could’ve sworn was hunger.

billy smiled, “i notice everything.”

you felt your expression darken with realization and you wanted to melt into a puddle, “if this is about the job that fell through last month, i apologized and it-“

billy held a hand up and you stopped talking immediately, he pursed his lips, “no. it isn’t about that.” he let a finger graze under your chin as you swallowed thickly, “oh.” you rasped.

bill cocked his head to the side, smacking the emergency button on the elevator with a mere glance. you looked down in shock and back up at billy who was smirking, “i notice when you rub your thighs together when i look at you, i notice the way your hands tremble when you hand me papers, even the pleasure you get from calling me, mr. russo..”

you felt naked, splayed out for the vultures as billy spilled every one of your secrets, “i-“ you laughed nervously, face turning red with heat as you struggled to find the words.

billy chuckled, “cant even get the words out..” fingers trailing at the buttons of your blouse.

you bit your lip, silent as billy trailed his index finger down the middle of your blouse, buttons coming easily apart as he opened it, breasts for his taking.

the one day you didn’t wear a bra, you cursed yourself in embarrassment as billy whistled, “what a fucking slut!” he grabbed your boobs in his hands and squeezed them, laughing.

you winced at the pressure and leaned back into the elevator wall, and billy leaned into you, head resting on your right shoulder as he massaged your breasts in his hands, “you want mr. russo to fuck you like the dirty slut you are?”

you whimpered, face hot but you managed out a weak, “yes.”

billy didn’t need anything more to help him yank the skirt up.

he got on his knees for you, and billy looked up as he kissed your thighs, “i’ve dreamt about my face in between this fucking thighs. let me tell you something, that was better than this.” he glowered, “prove to me you can fuck me better than i’ve dreamt, right?”

you nodded, feeling the slick pool in your panties as billy yanked the hem down. he smacked your legs apart as he pulled them down and over and out from your heels. he looked at the damp material and chuckled, “i bet you taste as good as you look.” he grabbed the panties in his hand, balling them up and stuffing them in his pocket, “for later.” he murmured, and let his finger plung itself into your folds.

he leaned in, face with your cunt as he blew air onto you, making you squirm. billy smirked to himself before his tongue moved your clit like a button in his mouth. you let out a hearty moan, as if you had been holding it back this entire time.

“she’s loud!” billy seemed excited by this, and you gripped the handles of the elevator, holding yourself up as billy tongue fucked you.

“mr. russo..” you panted, your orgasm coming into you quickly, “please fuck me.” you whimpered.

billy laughed, pulling away, “louder.”

“mr. russo please fuck me!” you cried out, knuckles turning white as you gripped the handle.

“louder!” billy yelled and you felt a slap to your cunt.

you let it rip at the top of your lungs, “please fuck me mr. russo! please!” you screamed and billy stood up.

“don’t have to shout so much, sweetheart. wouldn’t want to waste those cries, would we?” he asked as he towered over you. you nodded, “of course not..” you responded.

billy seemed pleased by that answer, and now he played with the top of your blouse, “you want ol’ billy to fuck you now?”

you nodded, and billy smiled, unbuckling his pants to let his cock, that was pleasantly hung, out. you looked down at it and felt your breath hitch.

“what?” billy looked at you and you bit your lips, “don’t tell me you’re scared now.”

you shook your head, “no, i’m fine mr. russo.”

billy nodded, kissing your forehead, “of course you are.” he whispered, leaning in as he shoved his cock deep in between your folds, “im going to fuck you like it’s no tomorrow and i want you to scream my name like someone murderin’ you. you got it?”

your hands now moved to grip billy’s shoulders, and you moaned as his cock filled you up. it was thicker than any you’ve had before, and you felt completely stretched out for him. billy kissed you, and you nodded, “yes mr. russo.”

billy pursed his lips, “call me billy.” and with a sadistic smile, he moved, thrusting into you slowly before he got a good pace and began to fuck you hard against the wall of the elevator, shaking the panels behind you.

your hands moved to hold onto his neck as billy held you up with his hands. he was surprisingly strong, and you felt bruises were going to greet you in the forms of fingers tomorrow morning.

you let billy use you as a cock sleeve, moaning, “billy!” like a religious chant.

it was like music to his ears, breathy, bitchy, insatiably amazing music.

“fuck yeah, sweetheart! tell them who’s fucking you this good!” he rutted into you and your words caught on your tongue before you screamed again at the top of your lungs, cunt clenching around billy as you came.

“billy!” you cried, and billy groaned, the feeling of your orgasm sent him over the edge, and he was shuddering against you.

you clutched onto billy for stability as he fucked the two of your through your orgasms. he stilled, and settled in your touch, a small smile was on his lips as he leaned into you. he breathed in your scent and kissed your shoulder, “you did so good, for me, sweetheart.” he praised, “better than i dreamt.” and he pulled back, brushing a lock of your hair from your face.

your face heated, and even though he was still buried in your cunt, you couldn’t help but still feel that school girl crush.

billy pulled out, and you set your wobbly legs down on the floor. billy tucked himself back into his pants and watched as you fixed yourself. you tried to button your shirt but your hands were shaking. billy silently moved your hands away from your shirt, buttoning them for you and fixing your skirt, pulling them down as he spotted the white cum dripping down your leg. he smiled to himself, “dont wear underwear until i give you the pair i took, back.” he mentioned, and you nodded sheepishly.

billy straightened himself, fixed his tie and clicked the emergency button. the elevator doors rolled open and you had a shocking realization. billy hadn’t stopped the elevator between floors, he stopped it right in front of the meeting room. billy didn’t even so much as glance back at you as he sauntered into the room filled with your coworkers agape and white with shock. others were red with embarrassment as you could only assume that they heard the whole thing.

as you shuffled past everyone to the other end of the long table, you finally took your seat, tugging the end of your skirt to cover your bare ass, but you still felt the sticky cum on the chair.

billy looked at you with a smile before he began, “the security group we had sent to the university was good but we-“ his voice faded out as your heartbeat pounded in your ears. you looked to find no one staring at you, all afraid to even gaze at you.

you fought hard not to smile as you saw the fabric of your panties poking out from billy’s pocket, his words echoing in your head, better than i dreamt.

[russosafehaven]

It’s just you and me

A/N: People who regularly read my stuff, is there anything particular you wanna see? Cause I could go for suggestions while I work on bigger projects

Song: Ribs - Lorde

Pairing: Billy Russo x GN!Reader

Content: Marine!Billy, Marine!Reader, Childhood best friends, Reader is a sergeant, Frank and Reader bullying Billy, Reader leans towards masc

BR Taglist: @snowkestrel

~

“What was Bill like as a kid?”

Mail had been passed around and while Frank opened his care package from Maria, he couldn’t help but ask. From the moment you met each other in the group home you and Billy made the world feel like hell. He was over protective, rowdy, didn’t follow rules while you were a mastermind, quick witted and sarcastic. Everyone at the group home thought you two would end up married while they couldn’t be further from the truth, at least in your mind.

“Billy and I made the group home a shit storm. The volunteers all hated us, you never saw one without the other. He was an asshole, I’d call him a slut, but he’s my best friend. Wouldn’t trade him for the world”

A grin crossed your face. Billy was a year older than you so he had enlisted earlier, all but begging you not to also enlist. Of course it didn’t work, it never did. The second you turned 18 you enlisted, going off to training before eventually you’d both been hand picked for Operation Cerberus.

“Don’t slut shame me”

Came Billy’s voice, pulling his head from his book. A Picture of Dorian Gray, you had introduced him to the book and he fell in love with the words. Billy had related strongly to Dorian, a man beloved only for his looks as though he served no other purpose. While he saw you in Basil Hallward, an artist never quite happy with their work. Yes the two of you were like the star crossed lovers, as they were never to be together. It simply wasn’t how their tales were meant to end.

“I am slut shaming you, by the time you graduated you had slept with half our school Billy”

You exclaimed, tossing a football at him. A groan elicited from his lips as the rubber made contact with his face. Frank let out a small chuckle. The two of you were like kids around him, the older man often having to stop your petty squabbles. It’s one of the many things you appreciated about Frank. He gave an older brother vibe that was comforting. Once upon a time you thought Billy gave you the same sort of comfort, that was until you realised it was love for which you felt towards your best friend.

“That is over exaggeration and you know it”

Bliss, even in the blistering heat of the desert. The cruel man in charge of Cerberus and the bastards that surrounded you, with Billy and Frank you felt like a dumb kid again. Laughing in the pure bliss of your idiotic jokes.

“Always Billy the Beaut huh?”

Frank chimed in and you smiled at the man. He was your Lieutenant and ranked above you, much like Billy did but he never treated you as less than. Even if your men didn’t think you were a proper fit, Billy and Frank did.

“Well had to do something to distract me from them huh? I mean no shade to Maria and you, you’re a lovely couple but that shit just woulda never gone down for us”

It took you a moment to process who he was talking about and when realisation dawned your face heated up. In a moments notice you felt like a furnace and you couldn’t keep your eyes off of Billy. His face now red like the blood you had seen so many times in the battle field. His eyes occasionally darted over to Frank, begging for help.

“Billy..”

You began but were promptly shut up by Frank covering your mouth. Relief filled you until you thought about the possible output of what was to come. Many times you’d cried to Frank and Maria over your seemingly unrequited feelings for Billy. Was Frank going to tell Billy?

“Nope, not a word. Now Bill they’ve been in love with you since they were a teenager, told me and Maria a lot of stories. You’ve felt the same, so you two dicks are gonna go on a date next time we’re back in New York. Then you’re gonna tell me and Maria what happened, then you can both live the happy life you wanted”

As Frank pulled his hand away from you mouth Billy launched at you, softly kissing your lips. The two of you ignored the cheers from the other Marines, living in the moment you’d dreamt of since your teenage years.

“Yeah I’d like that”

Billy grinned at you, his smile never failing to bring butterflies to your stomach. All over again you were a teenager with a school crush on the hottest guy. Only you’ll always have Billy, even without marriage till death do you part.

[spider-bren]

REQUESTS/ASKS OPEN

Nsfw/Sfw

ship pairings:

- aziracrow (aziraphale x crowley)

- gentlebeard (stede x ed)

- frankbilly (frank x billy)

- hannigram (hannibal x will)

- Sheen/Tennant character pairings (provided I have seen the films/series)

- darklina (The Darkling x Alina)

- wesper (wylan x jesper)

- reylo (rey x kylo)

- daemyra (daemon x rhaenyra)

- daeton (daemon x criston)

- vlaber (klaber x voller)

- dreamling (dream x hob)

- HOBRINTHIAN (Hob x The Corinthian) (I beg you to request this)

- Hanninthian (Hannibal x The Corinthian)

- Rukenna (Billy Russo x Quinn Mckenna) (my own rare pair)

X reader

Fem/Masc/NB

- Frank Castle

- Boyd Holbrook characters (I've seen his filmography so I know all of them)

- Ben Barnes characters (Bonus points if it's the Big Three: Logan Delos, or Billy Russo, or The Darkling | Aleksander Morozova

- Peter Parker (any and all spidermen welcome)

Pretty much ask about x reader and I will see if I will be able to do it :)

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[chvoswxtch]

show me

pairing: billy russo x fem!reader

summary: billy thinks you need an attitude adjustment.

warnings: swearing, explicit sexual content (minors dni)

word count: 6.2k

a/n: nobody asked for this, i'm just going through a slutty billy russo phase right now. as always, feedback is welcomed/appreciated!

“You should really lock your door.”

A startled gasp flew past your lips when the timber of Billy’s voice filled your otherwise silent apartment. Anger and irritation quickly filled your blood as you took a deep breath to steady yourself, slamming your front door shut behind you as you tossed your keys onto the little side table in the entryway.

“You shouldn’t break into people’s apartments.”

“I didn’t even have to break in. The door was unlocked.”

Turning around to face Billy, you didn’t bother coveting the vexation that twisted your features, glaring over in his direction as he sat calmly in one of the bar stools in front of your kitchen island. His jaw was tense, lips pressed in a firm line, and his dark brown eyes were glaring back at you just as vehemently.

“So you just let yourself in?”

“Where the hell have you been? I’ve been callin’ you for hours. I told you to wait in your office.”

“And I said no. Actually, I’m pretty sure my exact words were ‘fuck this’.”

Billy’s eyes were glued to your figure as you walked directly past him to enter your small kitchen, standing up on your tiptoes to reach the bottle of tequila perched on top of your fridge. Your hands trembled with rage, continuously slipping on the cap, only fueling your frustration further. No one had ever gotten under your skin the way Billy Russo had. Whatever tiny slivers of a good person he had shown you were constantly extinguished by irrefutable evidence that he was an arrogant asshole with an ego the size of fucking Jupiter.

“I gave you an order.”

“Did you really think I was going to stay? After the way you treated me-”

“Goddammit Y/N, I told you I was handling it.”

Billy slammed his fist down on your island, momentarily stunning you silent. He was all about appearances, and very rarely did he ever lose his temper in front of anyone. He liked to maintain an aura of indifference, as if nothing could pierce his cold, steel exterior. But the fury burning in his gaze gave him away, and you felt a surge of pride that you had managed to piss him off right back. Billy didn’t like being told no, or to be challenged, so you made it your personal mission to do both as much as possible. For whatever reason, you were the only person he allowed to do that.

“Well you fucking handled it wrong. I can even believe you had the audacity to ask me to leave, after the way that asshole spoke to me-”

“Because I was handling it! This is my fuckin’ company, Y/N. I call the shots, not you. If you would have just waited patiently, like I fuckin’ told you to do, then you would know that I cut ties with his business and also gave him the parting gift of a broken nose. I asked you to wait in the office so that I could deal with him directly, because that is my job. I asked you to wait so that I didn’t have to watch him practically undress you with his eyes for the millionth fuckin’ time today. But you don’t know how to fuckin’ listen.”

Tilting your chin up in a sign of defiance, you attempted to keep your composure as Billy stalked around the island, closing the distance between you in two short strides, standing so close you could feel his angry staccato breaths on your eyelashes. His nostrils were flaring, chest rising and falling quickly as he stared you down. You had never been this close to Billy before, and you hated how good his stupid expensive cologne smelled.

You also hated that his slicked back hair always looked perfect, never a single piece out of place, and that his dark beard was always neatly trimmed. You hated that Billy was undeniably attractive, and that he fucking knew it. You especially hated how good he looked in all his ridiculous designer suits that were tailored to fit him like a second skin. You hated how put together he was. You hated how much of a pretentious show off he was. You hated the deep velvet tone of his voice and how your name sounded rolling off his tongue, even if it was spoken with annoyance or irritation laced through it.

You hated that you really wanted to fuck him.

But you loved to fuck with him.

Taking a bold step forward to eliminate any space between your chests, you tipped your head back to glare up at his tall frame, lowering your voice as you let your venomous words sink into his ears.

“We are not in the military, Billy. You are not my commanding officer, and I am not some soldier that’s just going to follow the orders you bark at me without hesitation. That is not how this works.”

“I am your superior. You report to me. You work for me. So yeah actually, that is how this works.”

“Not anymore.”

If you thought Billy’s eyes were dark before, they were completely transcended with pure onyx now. Even this up close, you couldn’t see where his iris ended and his pupil began. 

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

“I found a new job.”

That was a lie. You hadn’t been out job hunting. You went to happy hour with your best friend to vent about the asshole client that had made a pass at you, and Billy’s inability to handle the situation correctly, and well…Billy in general. But he didn’t need to know that. You could have a new job by Monday, easily. Granted you probably wouldn’t find one that paid even half as good as Anvil did, or that came with as many perks, but you’d finally be free of Billy and his goddamn god complex. 

Somehow Billy’s features became even stonier, his sharp jawline appearing as if it could actually cut through glass while a muscle feathered beneath his neat facial hair.

“You’re not quittin’.”

“You don’t get to make that decision for me. Maybe my replacement will be more compliant.”

“Why do you always have to be so goddamn stubborn?”

“Why do you always have to be such an ass.”

Billy grit his teeth as his eyes narrowed into slits, top lip curling into a snarl that showed off some of his teeth as he blew a deep irritated exhale out through his nose. He let out a dry, humorless laugh as he held his hand up above your head.

“You know, I have fuckin’ had it up to here with that bratty little mouth of yours, and your fuckin’ attitude.”

“Well I’m not your problem anymore.”

Something flashed across Billy’s face that you didn’t recognize, and the rage that was burning in his eyes seemed to grow even wilder. A sinister smirk pulled slowly across his lips, and his brows lifted in an expression that almost resembled amusement as he moved forward. A silent gasp parted your lips when your back met the counter behind you, and Billy made sure to press his chest firm against yours as he trapped you with his tall frame, his arms caging you in as he placed his palms flat on the countertops. 

“No. See, that’s where you’re wrong, doll. It is my problem. Because I let you get away with it for too long without any consequences. But now, I think you need to be reminded about where your place is.”

You swallowed thickly at the new proximity to Billy, doing your best to appear unaffected by his presence, but your voice betrayed you as it came out shaky and breathless.

“And where’s that?”

A dark chuckle slipped past his lips as Billy leaned in as close as possible, nose just brushing against yours while he stared directly into your eyes.

“Wherever I fuckin’ say it is.”

Billy’s hand was wrapped around your throat like wild ivy before you even had a chance to process his words, his long slender fingers circling around your windpipe tightly to cut off any protests you threatened to spill. His other hand came up behind you to grab a fistful of your hair, holding you in place so that you had no choice but to stare up at him. Letting out a deep exhale through his nose, he made a tsk tsk tsk noise in the back of his throat.

“You disappoint me, doll. Such a smart girl, so fuckin’ impressive, but you gotta ruin it by bein’ such a goddamn brat. I’d give you the world, you know that? If you just knew how to fuckin’ behave. If you could just be a good girl, I’d give you whatever you wanted. But you wanna act like a bitch, so I’m gonna treat you like one. Here’s how this is gonna go. You do what the fuck I say, when the fuck I say it. You follow my orders without any backtalk or hesitation, I might consider takin’ it easy on you and let you come. You give me any shit at all, I will use you like a fucktoy until I’m satisfied and not let you come once. You understand?”

Your eyes nearly tripled in size at Billy’s words. Billy Russo was a natural flirt, that was a known fact. He hit on any pretty girl within a close range, but was more conservative about it when it came to his own employees. He had lightly flirted with you when you had first started working at Anvil, and you’d be lying if you said the attention from your attractive boss didn’t do something for you, but the more you were around him, the more that charm seemed to wear off as you got to see the real Billy. You didn’t think he actually found you attractive, or that he would actually want to fuck you seeing as how you were convinced he couldn’t stand you either.

Billy tightened his grip around your throat and you suddenly seemed to remember how your limbs worked as your hands shot up to grab onto his wrist tightly, staring up completely in disbelief into his dark eyes.

“I asked you a question. Do you understand?”

You couldn’t speak. You weren’t sure if it was the lack of oxygen going to your brain or if you were still having a hard time believing that Billy Russo wanted to fuck you. Heat abruptly spread across your cheeks and between your thighs, because you knew you were going to let him. Billy had gotten you wetter just by speaking to you than other men that had actually been in bed with you. Shutting off the logical part of your brain that was screaming at you how bad of an idea this was and reminding you how much you despised him, you leaned completely into your desire and let your pussy do the thinking. As you slowly nodded your head, Billy’s lips parted into a smug grin.

“Ah, so she does listen.”

It wasn’t hard for Billy to figure out where your bedroom was considering you lived in a tiny one bedroom apartment. For a moment you felt embarrassed, knowing that he probably lived in some luxury high rise penthouse somewhere with a bedroom that was most likely the size of your entire apartment. Shrugging off his suit jacket and tossing it onto your dresser, Billy kept his eyes fixated on you as he undid his tie and pulled it loose from his neck.

“Hands out, wrists together.”

Your hands were in front of you in a flash, and Billy didn’t bother hiding the satisfied smirk on his lips as he bound your wrists together tightly. The silk fabric of his tie was so soft against your skin, and the black color of it nearly matched his eyes at the moment. Giving the knot a tug to test the security, Billy grabbed your face in one of his hands to get you to look up at him. The smirk was gone as an expression of severity swirled in his eyes.

“You want out at any time, you tell me. Red means stop. You got that?”

Blinking a few times, you nodded your head slowly. Billy shook his head as he took a step forward, cradling your face a little more gently as he stared down into your eyes.

“I need you to tell me you got that. Tell me what I said.”

“Red means stop.”

Billy gave a slight nod of his head, tracing his index finger along your jawline with a proud half smile on his lips.

“Good girl. Now, get on your fuckin’ knees and show me you know how to follow orders.”

Billy grabbed your shoulders in his large hands and forcefully brought you down to your knees, causing a surprised gasp to flow past your lips. Your knees ached slightly as they collided with the hardwood beneath them, but the throbbing between your thighs completely drowned it out. Billy already towered over you, even when you wore heels, but from this angle, he loomed over you like a skyscraper piercing the clouds. He was quick to unbuckle his belt, eyes glaring down at you as he unbuttoned his pants and tugged down his zipper.

“Been thinkin’ about fuckin’ that mouth of yours for months. Always thought there was a better use for it than you talkin’ shit all the time. Now, open those pretty lips nice and wide.”

Instinctively your lips parted when Billy freed his cock from his briefs, a soft noise sounding in the back of your throat. He was completely hard, the swollen tip already leaking down his impressive length, and your mouth watered at the sight. Maybe Billy had a reason to be an egotistical asshole after all. Billy wasted no time slipping his cock past your lips, securing your hair into a tight makeshift ponytail as he groaned loudly above you.

“Fuck…your mouth feels even fuckin’ better than I imagined.”

Moaning softly around his thick cock, you hollowed out your cheeks and opened your mouth as wide as you could to accommodate him, staring up at him with wide eyes. Billy’s lips were parted into an ‘o’ shape, breathless pants leaving him as he rocked his hips against your face in a steady rhythm. He looked like a god above you, and all you wanted was to bring him to his own knees. Billy wanted you to follow his orders, and you were determined to show him that you could be good when you wanted to be. You wanted to show him what he had been missing out on this whole time; what he could’ve had if he hadn’t been such an ass.

Shuffling forward a bit on your knees, you took Billy’s cock even deeper into your mouth, a surprised moan falling from his lips when his tip hit the back of your throat. Billy immediately stared down at you in shock, still gripping at your hair tightly by your roots.

“Oh fuck…fuck.”

You pushed forward until your nose was flush against Billy’s neatly trimmed pubic bone, holding him there in your throat for as long as you could before you started to bob your head quickly, swirling your tongue around his length and swallowing around his tip. Spit dribbled down your chin as you gagged on his cock, flicking your tongue over the sensitive slit of his tip as he retracted his hips. Billy was an absolute mess above you, moaning loudly at the way you deepthroated him, tugging roughly at your hair as he kept thrusting his hips against your face.

“Jesus fuckin’ Christ baby…fuck you know how to use that mouth. Knew you could, doll. Knew you could be my good girl.”

A hum of appreciation sounded in the back of your throat as you let your eyes flutter shut, enjoying the heavy feeling of Billy’s velvety soft cock sliding against your tongue. Your thighs were practically sticking together from the mess between them. You loved the way Billy roughly tugged at your hair, and the juxtaposition of his filthy praise mixed with the degrading way he fucked your face. You let your mind wander to just how rough he could get, and you felt yourself clenching around nothing from the excitement. 

You had always thought Billy’s power transcended into the bedroom, and maybe that’s why you found yourself attracted to him. Billy was tenacious, never took no for an answer, and always did whatever it took to get his way. He was dominant in every sense of the word, and you secretly had always wanted to fuck a man like him. A man that would bend you to his will, and then fuck you past it. Your hand snuck between your thighs of its own accord, desperately searching for some kind of relief as you slipped your fingers past your soaked panties. Billy groaned loudly above you at the sight.

“Holy shit, are you touchin’ yourself?”

A soft whine was muffled by Billy’s cock still slipping in and out of your mouth, and his other hand suddenly came down to grip your jaw forcefully.

“Look at me.”

Your eyes instantly flew open, a fresh wave of arousal coating your thighs at the dark look in Billy’s eyes and the sinister smirk on his lips.

“Did I say you could touch yourself? Don’t be fuckin’ greedy. What did I tell you, huh? Make me come down that pretty throat, and maybe I’ll fuck you.”

Reluctantly pulling your hand away, you kept your eyes locked on Billy’s as you started to move your head faster, whining around his length as you gripped onto his thighs tightly. 

“That’s it, look up at me with those pretty eyes while I fuck your mouth. That’s a good fuckin’ girl. Gonna let me come down that pretty throat?”

Nodding your head furiously, you alternated between sucking fervently on the head of Billy’s cock and taking him as far down your throat as you could manage. Billy threw his head back above you, his thrusts getting sloppier the closer he got to the edge, heavy pants of your name and various swears falling from his sinful lips. He held onto the back of your head tightly to keep you in place as he came with a loud shout, spilling wave after wave of warmth down the back of your throat that you swallowed as quickly as you could. Billy stumbled backwards slightly, leaving you gasping for breath as his cock slipped out of your mouth, staring up at him through blurry vision from tears that threatened to slip past your eyes.

Billy let out a dark chuckle as he started down at you, panting breathlessly as he leaned back against your dresser to compose himself.

“Goddamn, baby. If I had known you could do that, I woulda had you under my desk this whole fuckin’ time.”

You had never gotten particularly turned on by dirty talk before, or maybe your previous partners just weren’t good at it, but every sinful word that slipped past Billy’s lips went straight to your core and you whimpered softly. He cocked his head to the side slightly as he stared down at you, arching one of his dark brows as a smug smirk tugged at his mouth.

“Look at you, on your knees like a pathetic whore. Couldn’t even help touchin’ yourself when you took my cock down your throat. Not such a fuckin’ brat now, are ya?”

“Billy-”

“You want me to fuck you, don’t you?”

“God yes.”

“Beg me. Stay on your knees, and beg.”

“Please.”

“Ah, c’mon. You can do better than that. You were runnin’ that fuckin’ mouth just fifteen minutes ago. Why should I give you what you want when you’ve been such a pain in my fuckin’ ass, huh?”

A needy whine slipped past your lips as you gripped furiously onto the hem of your dress that had ridden up your thighs, feeling frustrated by Billy’s cruelty and overwhelmed by the desire throbbing at the apex of your thighs. The tie around your wrists was starting to bite into your skin from how hard you were tugging at it. 

“Please, Billy. I was good…I did what you asked. Please, I’m sorry. Let me make up for it, please. I need you to touch me…need it so bad, Billy. Please just touch me…please.”

You didn’t care how pathetic and desperate you sounded. You didn’t care that he could see the tears threatening to spill from how overwhelmed you were. You didn’t care that he had won this little battle of who could be more defiant. Your pride had completely gone out the window the second he had wrapped his hand around your throat. 

“Stand up. Now.”

You pushed yourself up with your bound hands as best as you could, knees feeling somewhat wobbly from how turned on you were. Billy made a motion with his finger for you to turn around, and you squeezed your eyes shut as you followed his silent order with a soft whimper.

“Bend over.”

You heard a light rustling of fabric behind you as you leaned over your bed slightly, grasping your comforter in your nimble fingers. The sound of Billy’s belt hitting your floor made your ears perk up, and you instinctively arched your back even more, wiggling your ass ever so slightly. The warmth of Billy’s hands suddenly on the back of your thighs caused you to jump, and he snickered lowly as he agonizingly pushed your dress up past your hips slowly. A deep groan resonated in his throat behind you, and you shuddered at the sound.

“Fuck, baby. Look at you. Got these panties fuckin’ soaked all the way through. You liked suckin’ my cock that much?”

“Yes.”

Billy delicately pushed the fabric aside, revealing your glistening cunt to him, and you shivered as the cool air made contact with your slicked folds. He lightly brushed his middle finger experimentally up and down your lips, humming in content behind you as you pushed your hips back against his hand for more. His other hand suddenly came down in a harsh slap against your ass, jolting you forward as you cried out in a mixture of pain and pleasure.

“Told you not to be fuckin’ greedy.”

Billy’s palm print stung against your ass, but the way he slowly outlined your clit with his index finger had you nearly on the verge of combusting.

“God…Billy…please…” 

You could feel the warm, toned muscle of Billy’s stomach against your ass, and the blunt head of his hard cock brushing against your inner thigh. He hooked his thumbs in the waistband of your panties to lazily tug them down your thighs, slipping them off to stuff into his pocket. 

“Always wanted to bend you over and fuck you in this dress. It’s my favorite.”

Billy gripped your ass in one of his large hands, kneading the flesh in his fingers as he slipped his index finger into your pussy, sucking in a deep breath loudly behind you as you moaned loudly.

“Goddamn you’re fuckin’ tight. No one’s fucked this pretty cunt properly, huh? No wonder you’re so bitchy all the time. Bet no one’s even made you come from fuckin’ you.”

Heat flushed into your cheeks at Billy’s words. The way he spoke to you should piss you off, and if you were level-headed, it probably would warrant your handprint being painted across his pretty face. But instead, all it did was make you want him more. You were slightly embarrassed that Billy was right. No other guy you’d been with had been able to get you off during sex. You always had to finish yourself off afterwards, which was frustrating. Billy grabbed a fistful of your hair and yanked you backwards so hard, you cried out as the back of your head was now flush against his chest and his mouth was right by your ear.

“I asked you a question, doll. I expect an answer.”

“N-No. No Billy…no one…fuck…no one has. Have to…God, have to take care of myself.”

You were nearly breathless just from Billy slowly pumping one of his fingers inside of you. He made a sound of disapproval in the back of his throat, lightly nipping at your jaw as his thumb quickly ghosted over your clit.

“My poor girl. That’s just fuckin’ criminal. You’ve got the prettiest pussy, baby. Bet it tastes so fuckin’ sweet. Let’s see.”

A loud whine slipped past your lips when Billy withdrew his finger from you, gripping onto your jaw to make you watch as he licked your wetness off his index and middle fingers, eyes fluttering shut as he moaned at the taste.

“It’s really too bad you were bein’ such a fuckin’ brat earlier, cause I’d like nothin’ more than to bury my face in that sweet cunt until you were beggin’ me to stop. Maybe next time, doll.”

Billy let go of your hair as he pressed his palm flat against your back between your shoulder blades, shoving you roughly face down into the mattress as he climbed onto your bed behind you. He reached underneath your stomach to unravel the tie from your wrists, only to drag your arms behind you to bind them together again behind your back. Billy rubbed the head of his cock teasingly against your clit, chuckling darkly as you whimpered into your sheets.

“Should’ve behaved, doll. You earned this.”

Without warning, Billy pushed the blunt head of his cock past your entrance, sheathing himself completely inside you with one powerful thrust that sent your body forward. He didn’t give you any time to adjust to his size before he was gripping onto your waist hard enough to leave perfect indentations of his fingertips, pistoning into you from behind at a savage pace. Your entire bedroom was filled with the cacophony of your moans and pleas of Billy’s name, the sound of his hips repeatedly snapping against the back of your thighs, and the squelch of your soaked cunt swallowing his thick cock over and over and over.

Billy gripped onto your bound wrists, grunting lowly behind you and roughly smacking his hand over your ass as he fucked you relentlessly into your mattress. 

“This is all you needed, isn’t it? Just needed someone to fuck that goddamn attitude out of you, huh?”

You couldn’t form a single coherent thought. You couldn’t grab onto anything to hang onto. You couldn’t do anything except take everything Billy was giving you, and you loved it. 

“C’mon pretty girl, don’t tell me I’ve fucked you stupid already.”

“I…I…Billy…”

Billy let go of your waist to lean over you, resting his bodyweight entirely on top of you as he pressed his chest flush to your back. There was something comforting about the weight and warmth of his body caging you in completely as his cock dragged deliciously along your walls, and it nearly made your eyes roll into the back of your head. His hand wrapped around your throat tightly once again, lifting your head up slightly as he sucked at the spot just below your ear, grunting lowly and nipping at your jaw. 

“This is what you wanted, isn’t it baby? Wanted me to fuck you like this?”

You couldn’t speak. All you could do was nod feebly as you whimpered, reveling in the sensation of his fingers tightening around your throat.

“Wanted me to treat this pretty pussy right? Make you come around my cock?”

A louder whine fell past your lips as you squeezed your eyes shut, and Billy groaned loudly in your ear as your walls clenched tightly around him.

“Then fucking take it. Take my cock and show me what a good girl you can be. Show me you can listen, c’mon. Wanna feel that pussy drip onto my balls when you come. Show me, baby.”

You couldn’t take it anymore. It was all too overwhelming. Billy pressed his fingers against your jaw to turn your head, capturing your lips in a sloppy, passionate kiss as he angled his hips to reach a further depth within you, sending you crashing into your orgasm with a sharp cry of his name. He was everywhere. The steady feeling of his hand around your throat and his arm around your waist kept you upright as your knees gave out. The scent of his cologne had you slipping further and further into another plane of existence as stars danced behind your eyes. The low, velvet timber of his voice sounded lightyears away in your ears as he praised you, telling you how proud of you he was, beaming about what a good girl you were for him. He continued to fuck into you brutally as he chased his own high, spilling into you with a loud moan of your name, trapping your body beneath his as you both collapsed onto your bed.

You weren’t sure how much time had passed as you slowly descended back to Earth, but as your vision started to become clear again, you noticed that Billy was laying on his back with one arm propped behind his head, and he had pulled you onto his chest. His fingers were slowly carding through your hair as he watched you, the edge of his mouth curling upwards when your eyes finally met his. 

“There she is.”

Blinking slowly a few times, you stared up at Billy in a trance, your entire body simultaneously feeling weightless and heavy all at once. The satisfied smirk toying at the edge of his mouth had a rush of embarrassment coating your cheeks a deep shade of blush.

“Hi.”

“Hi pretty girl.”

Billy’s lips parted into a soft grin, and the warmth and intimacy of it had you hiding your face into his chest. He chuckled as he moved his hand to cup your cheek, gently lifting your jaw to get you to look at him.

“You alright?”

Anxiously nibbling at your bottom lip, you nodded your head slowly as you stared at him. The grin on his mouth languidly melted into something softer, and his eyes morphed into a more serious expression.

“You sure? Wasn’t too much, was it?”

“No…no it…it wasn’t.”

Billy stared into your eyes silently for a moment, searching for anything that would indicate you weren’t telling the truth. His lips fell somewhat into a frown as he stroked his thumb along your cheekbone.

“You really found a new job?”

“No.”

Billy paused his movements, arching one of his brows as his eyes narrowed slightly.

“You lied to me?”

“I was mad at you.”

Billy let out a deep exhale through his nose as he closed his eyes for a moment and shook his head slowly.

“Woman, you’re gonna send me into an early goddamn grave.”

You couldn’t help but giggle at the exasperated look on Billy’s face, and his eyes immediately flew open as he stared at you incredulously.

“Oh that’s funny, huh?”

“No! I mean…kinda.”

Billy narrowed his eyes again as your lips pulled into a playful smile. He let out another deep exhale of annoyance dramatically, causing you to giggle before his lips pulled into a timid smile.

“So you’re not quittin’ then?”

“Unfortunately, no. My boss is kind of a dick, but he pays really well. He also gives mind blowing orgasms, so there’s that.”

Billy’s mouth split into the widest grin as he leaned in, brushing his nose gently against yours before pressing his lips to yours in a soft kiss. Your heart suddenly started to race as the severity of what just happened began to sink in. 

You had just fucked your boss, and you weren’t sure what this meant moving forward. You weren’t sure if Billy actually liked you, or if he just wanted to fuck you. You also felt a lingering cloud of confusion looming over your head. Sex with Billy was incredible, and you definitely wanted more of it, but the way he was being so gentle with you made your head spin and reignited the ember of a crush you’d developed when you first started at Anvil. 

But you weren’t sure if you could be with Billy. Ethical reasons aside, he was always so hot and cold with you, and the two of you argued about almost everything. Now you couldn’t tell if that was just due to the tension that had been thick between the two of you, or if you were just really that incompatible.

“Stop thinkin’ so hard.”

“What?”

“I can practically hear what’s goin’ on in your head right now.”

“No you can’t.”

Billy sighed as he pulled back to look at you, tilting his head to the side as he gave you a pointed look.

“We already back to this? Can’t we just enjoy the moment?”

“For how long, Billy?”

Billy’s brows furrowed slightly as he picked up on the vulnerability laced within your voice, sitting up a little to move closer to you as he wet his lips with his tongue.

“How long you want to?”

Billy stared at you silently as he waited for an answer. Your mind was a whirlwind of doubt and worst possible case scenarios, and you were struggling to find the silver lining.

“You’re my boss, Billy.”

“That’s not what I asked.”

“Do you even like me?”

“You’re jokin’, right?”

“No, Billy I’m not. Sometimes I genuinely can’t tell. Half the time I feel like you despise me.”

Billy dragged his palm down his face as he sat up fully, gesturing for you to sit up so he could take one of your hands to lace with his own.

“Baby, I mean this sincerely, you are an absolute pain in my ass. You get on my nerves more than anyone I’ve ever met in my life-”

“Billy-”

“I’m not finished. But, I don’t mind. Because you’re the only person brave enough to challenge me, to give me pushback when you feel like somethin’ ain’t right-”

“I thought you hated that-”

“My God woman, will you please shut up and let me talk?”

A scowl formed on your lips as you pulled your hand away from Billy’s briskly and crossed your arms over your chest. He let out a deep sigh as he cocked his head to stare at you, shaking his head with a light smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

“You’re a goddamn handful, but you’re mine. I like that you challenge me. I like that you argue with me. I like that you call me out on my shit. I need someone like that. I need you. I meant what I said earlier. I do think you’re fuckin’ impressive, and incredibly smart, and I don’t wanna see you go. Not just cause I’m selfish, but also cause you’re a valuable asset to my company. You’re damn good at your job, and you make me better at mine. I’m sorry I’ve been such a dick lately, but in my defense, you bring that out in me. And I’m sorry if I hurt your feelin’s earlier, I wasn’t tryin’ to. I just fuckin’ hated the way he kept starin’ at you. And when he said that to you, I lost it. You may not like how I handle things, but I am always gonna protect you and come to your defense. You understand?”

Billy’s heartfelt confession thawed the icy resentment that you had been feeling towards him, and you felt warmth bloom within your ribcage. You didn’t even know what to say to him. Swallowing thickly, you gave a slight nod of your head as you stared at him doe-eyed, not trusting your own voice to respond. Billy chuckled lightly as he shook his head, clicking his tongue against his cheek.

“So fuckin’ you and pourin’ my heart out to you is how I shut you up, huh?”

Rolling your eyes, you shoved at his chest as you scoffed.

“God, sometimes you ruin everything whenever you open your mouth.”

Billy suddenly pushed you onto your back, tearing a surprised gasp from your mouth as he held your hands captive above your head and peered down at you with lust once again clouding his eyes.

“Why don’t you let me fix it with my mouth, then.”

Billy positioned his knee between your thighs to nudge them apart, staring down at you hungrily as he leaned down to nip lightly at your bottom lip.

“Billy…”

A wicked smirk curled at the corner of his mouth at the breathy tone of your voice, pulling back slightly as you chased his mouth with a soft whine.

“Yes, baby?”

“How…what…I don’t-”

“Shh shh shh, we can figure that out later. Right now, I’m in the mood for something sweet.”

tags: @messymissy @dark-academia-slut @strawberry1042

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Masterlist

Casual writer of fanfiction

I write for Ben Barnes' characters, Sebastian Stan's characters, Shadow and Bone, Marvel and occasionally the Marauders.

Current Works: Forgotten Past, Darkness and Light

The Darkling

Darkness and Light

Summary: The Starless Saint's wife is attacked. Revelations come to light.

A sort of prequel

Kaz Brekker (Dirtyhands)

Darkness and Light (coming soon)

Summary: Kaz Brekker knows everything. So how come he's struggling to uncover his new crew member's secret?

Billy Russo

Forgotten Past (in progress)

Summary: She's trying to shed light on her past. He is that light.

(An edited version of my story, Memories.)

Bucky Barnes

Nothing here yet!

Ben Barnes (no longer writing)

Memories (Discotinued)

(Links will be updated soon)

Summary: She doesn't remember him, doesn't even know about the 28 years of memories. The mysterious man is adamant on her remembering. Will she? How did she even lose her memories in the first place?

(Being rewritten into a Billy Russo story)

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Who’s in the mood for a cute fluffy Billy Russo x gem!Reader fic tomorrow?👀👀

[saiyanprincessswanie]

Billy Russo - Fluff & Smut

Here is my collection of all my Billy Russo fluff and smut fics. These range from drabbles to one-shots.

🔥- Smut, 💜- Fluff,  💔 - Heartbreak

Making Memories 💜🔥

A/N: DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18 YEARS OLD.

Reblogs & Comments on Tumblr are welcomed and encouraged. 😊💜

I do NOT give my consent to have my work translated or reposted on any social media platform, apps or third party sites. If you see my work anywhere else besides my personal Tumblr & AO3 accounts then it has been stolen. I will NEVER give written or verbal permission to repost or translate any of my fanfics as they’re MY intellectual property. 🚫🚫

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Apple Bottom Jeans

pairing: frank castle x fem!reader x billy russo

word count: 1.3k

tags: mafia!au, billy never betrayed frank, f oral receiving, face sitting, no dialogue, 3rd person perspective, no use of y/n

warning: not proof read because if I don't stop obsessiving over it, it's never getting posted. sorry for any mistakes you find. it's just 1k worth of brain rot sprinkled with horny and my love for clothes

Summary: billy and Frank are obsessed with anything their girl wears as bottoms. if they could keep their eyes glued to her ass and legs for the rest of their lives, they would.

There's a lot of things Frank and Billy love about their girl. But one of them must be her sense of style and choice of clothing.

She dresses well, in all colours and textures, she has money and she makes sure to spend it on herself, to spoil herself with all types of shoes and jackets.

But this is specifically about her choice of bottoms, be it shorts, skirts or trousers. Her boys love it all.

Their girl wears slacks with a blazer and white button up on days where she needs to dress professionally to meet clients. Sometimes it's the ones that are tight around her hips, ass and thighs and a bit loose down at the bottom. Billy loves how it accentuates the shape of her legs, and how her thighs look wrapped around his waist when he catches her in a corner to kiss her senseless.

However, when she's in a certain mood, she wears shorts with her blazer. The same fabric as the slacks would be, just so much shorter, leaving the length of her smooth legs naked. Frank would notice her walking around with her hands in her pockets, button-up open midway with nothing underneath, and the sleeves of her blazer rolled up, chin tilted up, glaring and speaking in that serious cold tone to clients on hard days.

Frank would obsessively run his hands on her inner thighs when they're sitting, constantly trying to wiggle his fingers inside the leg holes to just touch her. 

Billy loves it when his favourite girl shows up to work in a tight skirt, with a blazer, or just a button-up shirt, tucked in. Her skirts are usually short, stopping just below her ass, paired up with boots to her knees, which end up distracting Billy for the rest of the day. He's shameless in his staring as well, checking her backside out every time she walks by, leaning back and stopping mid-sentence to just stare at her ass if he doesn't sleep with her in the same bed every night.

When they're not working, she usually wears leggings, sweats, jeans and comfortable basketball shorts, outside in public when they're running errands or out eating.

Frank thanks whoever created leggings every single time his girl is hanging around the house, the fabric stretched and hugging every single dip and swell of her skin. If he doesn't grope her ass or swats her thighs at least once, is he really doing his job as a boyfriend?

He also loves her in basketball shorts because she's comfortable in them, and they're easy to take off. But he likes her in them because she manages to look younger in them, hair natural, face bare, wearing a random t-shirt, shorts and socks. And the sight always makes him want to protect her even more and keep her happy for the rest of their lives. 

Frank and Billy both agreed once that she looks especially delicious in girl boxers. She wears them for comfort around the house, but also to work out in the gym down in their basement. Her boxers leave nothing for the imagination because they show everything. It's not her fault that her pussy's just puffy and it always manages to be visible when she wears tight boxers. The swell between her legs is practically a honey trap, because everytime she wears nothing but her boxers, Frank and Billy are ready to do something stupid.

Once, while she was in the gym, punching away at a sandbag, Frank and Billy suggested that both of them will spare in the ring, and whoever wins will get her to sit on their face. She agreed. 

But none of them yielded after 10 minutes of sparing. The longer they kept at it, the wetter she was starting to get. And also lowkey worried, because both were serious as fuck about winning. 

She ended up stopping them midway and playing rock paper scissors because she didn't want them bruised and sore on a weekend. Frank won and had his face ridden that day in the middle of the ring. Billy got his turn after they showered in the evening, in the living room. 

Not only Billy loves her short skirts, but also the long ones. One Halloween party at a château, they all decided to dress like in the show, Game of Thrones. Frank ended up as a knight, with the armor and the sword, Billy was a prince, with a dark velvet jacket, golden buttons, dark trousers and a sword at his hip. She was dressed as a princess, with a beautiful dark dress, a corset wrapped around her waist and a small tiara in her hair. 

Her skirts were layered and long, the fabric soft and expensive. She looked absolutely stunning, as if she came straight out of the show, or any fantasy show for that matter. That night, she ended up with her back pressed to a tree in the garden, skirts hunched up at her waist while Billy was on his knees, face buried between her legs, eating her out as if he was both starving and thirsty for a hundred years when he was sipping at wine 10 minutes ago inside. 

But it was totally another thing when they're at home, under the sheets and she's wearing a pair of panties. They could be soft, made of cotton, pastels or dark in colour, or they could be lace, also in pastel or dark colours. She had all of them. Frank loves buying her new panties he finds online and thinks they'd look cute on her, and makes her try them on everytime. A small fashion show if you will, of her holding her sweater up and turning around in her new panties, showing them off to Frank as he sits at the edge of the bed and admires his girl. 

Or she could be wearing a pretty pair of panties under a pleated skirt. And Billy would be wondering what pair of panties is she wearing that day, are they pink? Blue? Black? And then he'd watch her randomly bend over while she's cleaning the living room, picking up a stray pillow and feel his cheek heat up at the peak of her panties. And then he would have to leave the room, so she wouldn't catch him staring and call him a pervert or hit him with a pillow. 

It's not his fault he's literally obsessed with anything she wears. Billy is a weak man to the woman who holds his heart in her hands.

Sometimes when they would go to a bar, she would wear a pair of low rise jeans with thongs, the strings hugging her hips. And it's even worse, because not only Billy and Frank would be staring, but so is the whole bar. So they would be extra touchy during the time at the bar while she's having fun with her friend, Peter, laughing and talking about anything and everything. 

And other times, she would wear a black bikini under jean short shorts, one of Frank's flannel shirts, open and hanging off her shoulders. With a pair of cowboy boots and a cowboy hat on her head. She would be glowing and giggling at the bar with Peter at her side, the two talking and dancing together to the music. They would be playing pool and make everyone do a double take everytime they walked by. And it would drive both Frank and Billy up the wall. 

Their girl could do whatever she wanted, but it was just how everyone was staring, and how some men thought it'd be a good idea to approach her and try to buy her a drink. No matter how many times she would tell them she's taken, and not matter how many times either Frank and Billy had to walk up and say she's taken to the men's faces. They still wouldn't understand. Maybe it was the alcohol in their system that made them stupid, but either way Billy was ready to shoot someone in the face and Frank wanted to try this new trick he learned last week to break someone's neck.

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[thyme-in-a-bubble]

boo! surprise bitches! i'm doing kinktober this year! finally doing it! bet you didn't see that one coming, did you hehe 🕸

there is a good mix of both short and long stories coming your way throughout this (and i will also still occasionally post other fics this month that aren't related to this). also, a handful of these fics are darker in nature, thought it was fitting for halloween, so remember to read the warnings, if there's something that's not for you then please, as always, be kind to yourself and don't read the story.

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day one | sore

stepbro!sirius black x cheerleader!reader + dubcon massage

day two | don't smile

steve rogers + throat fucking + size kink

day three | stuffed

devil!eddie munson & angel!steve harrington + tentecles + double penetration in one hole

day four | a little fashion show

best friend!stiles stilinski + lingerie

day five | stay still

peter parker + bondage

day six | hold up, let me record this

jj maybank + tittyfucking + sextape

day seven | the palace guards

guards!poly!marauders x princess!reader + secrets relationship

day eight | it’s practically like we’re down there with them

mob boss!bucky barnes + exhibitionism

day nine | keep that pretty mouth shut

tommy shelby + keep quiet quickie

day ten | I couldn’t find it in me to wake you

poe dameron + somno thigh fucking

day eleven | I just want you a little longer all to myself

matt murdock + secret office sex

day twelve | nothing more than a toy

rafe cameron + using you like a toy to masturbate with

day thirteen | I still got a few rounds left in me

boxer!steve rogers + bathtub sex

day fourteen | open your fucking mouth

dark!wild west cowboy!joel miller + gun kink

day fifteen | tiny

miguel o'hara x fairy!reader + extreme size difference

day sixteen | the wall between us

cult member!steve harrington + fem glory hole + breeding

day seventeen | be a rebel, be bad, stay here and cuddle with me

spencer reid + aftercare

day eighteen | pleasant pile of pillows

brother's best friend!james potter + pillow humping

day nineteen | ring ring

sam winchester x reader x bf!dean winchester + phone sex + cheating

day twenty | window

perv!neighbour!billy russo + voyeurism

day twenty-one | say yes

fiancé!bruce wayne + possessiveness

day twenty-two | i can think of something better than that

bucky barnes + anal

day twenty-three | double check

dark!professor!ben solo + power imbalance + manipulation

day twenty-four | maroon

vampire!remus lupin + biting + blood kink

day twenty-five | i want you

pirate captain!miguel o'hara + sex as payment

day twenty-six | teamwork

pro football team!avengers (bf!steve rogers, bucky barnes, pietro maximoff, clint barton, sam wilson, tony stark, thor odinson) + gangbang

day twenty-seven | my little flower

din djarin + fantasy au + cockwarming

day twenty-eight | hysteria

doctor!aleksander morozova x hysteria patient!reader + historical au + fuck machine

day twenty-nine | can't fight the moonlight

werewolf!bucky barnes x gf!reader + predator/prey + monsterfucking

day thirty | magical mimic

eddie munson x witch!reader + magical mutual masturbation

day thirty-one | you can’t put it in

stepbro!peter parker + halloween pussyjob

© 2023 thyme-in-a-bubble 

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Sneaking around

Pairing: Billy Russo X F!Reader

Summary: You've been sneaking around with Billy, and your brother finds out. Brother's best friend trope.

Reader can be read as Frank's biological sister or just adopted/raised together, whatever your heart desires

Warnings: explicit sexual content, minors dni, oral (fem receiving), fingering, unprotected sex (be responsible, wrap it), p in v, billy is really fucking filthy, bit of slapping creampie, bit of physical violence, language

WC: 3k

A/N: Yay more billy! hes my favourite toxic murderer, so here we are. I also love the brothers best friend trope so I had fun writing this. hopefully it doesn't flop. Enjoy.

Billy Russo Masterlist

Reblogs and comments are highly appreciated!

Billy Russo was relentless, he was a man that knew exactly what he wanted and didn’t stop until he got it. And right now, he was getting exactly what he wanted. You, on your back, legs wide open and thrown over his shoulders as he fingered you open and his tongue abused your sensitive clit for the second time that day. And he honestly didn’t care about the amount of trouble he was going to be in with your brother. 

“Fuuck. Billy please.” Your broken voice filled his ears and he could only growl in response.

His own noises sent vibrations through your core that had you digging your heels into his shoulder blades as one of your hands fisted his tousled chocolate locks, holding him against you. He took your vigor kindly as it only made him want to send you over the edge even more. He slammed his fingers into you, his palm rutting against you as he sucked on your clit. His long fingers curled against that perfect spot that made your thighs shake, and he was shaking his head from side to side as he sucked on your swollen nub, sending you into a shaking fit of sobs and moans of his name as your release coated his face and hand. 

His fingers left you slowly, making sure you felt every second of it. His mouth was still on you, his tongue circling over your clit until you were pushing his head away, your body still slightly twitching. You felt him leave a kiss to the inside of your thigh, his beard leaving a delicious burn on your skin as he crawled over you, his body laying between your still shaking thighs.  

“You did so good baby,” He praised, his lips attaching to that one spot on your neck he knew drove you insane. And you could only moan in response, “You’ve been such a good girl today. Want me to fill you up, hm? That what my sweet girl wants?”

You were sure your bottom lip was bright red and swollen from how hard you were biting it and you nodded a bit too quickly. “Please Billy.”

You felt him grin against your skin, and he hummed in acknowledgement before tugging his boxer briefs down his hips. And he filled you in an instant, your previous orgasms allowing him to slip in his cock with ease. Your jaw fell open in an instant and your toes curled at the delicious drag of his cock. And Billy was already closing his eyes at the feeling of your walls clenching around his cock.

“Fuck baby,” He groaned, the sound filling your ear as he lifted his head from your neck to watch the way your face twisted with pleasure with each drag of his cock. “You’re already squeezing the shit outta my cock and I’ve barely touched you. This pretty little pussy was made just for me hm?”

His words came out in a slur to you, your brain being completely consumed by the feeling of him, all you could think about how good he was making you feel, you weren’t really listening to what he was saying. He watched your face, enjoying the way he could absolutely make you fall apart to the point of not even being able to speak, but he also liked pushing your limits, as far as you would let him of course. And just as he gave you a particularly sharp thrust, he slapped your cheek softly, with just enough force to make you open your eyes.

“Hm? I asked you a question.” The low darkly tone in his voice made you inhale sharply. You stared at him with big eyes and your lips parted, whimpering softly every time you felt his cock hit that perfect spot, but you eventually nodded. “Yeah?”

You nodded again, your back lifting off the mattress as you felt yourself get closer and closer to your orgasm, “Yes. Yes. Yes.” 

He took your weak and pathetic sounds with pride, a smug smirk tugging at his lips as he leaned down, throwing your legs high over his torso. He gripped your chin and happily took in your cries, his nose brushing against yours and his lips ghosting over yours, his own grunts filling the room. His cock hit so impossibly deep, making your legs shake each time he brushed through your walls. Fuck you were so close, and you knew he was too. 

He dragged his other hand above your head, fist clenched tightly around one of your pillows as the burning feeling of your blunt nails dragged down his back, “Yeah just like that darlin’. Just like that.” 

You were absolutely gone, in a different dimension entirely. The only thing you could hear was the sound of slapping skin mixed with your own cries and Billy’s groans. And then, something else rang in your ears.

“What the fuck.” Billy groaned in annoyance, his eyes landing on his phone sitting on your nightstand, right next to your bed. He lifted his head and he could see the screen light up, but he couldn’t see the name on the screen. His jaw ticked in annoyance but he reached over to grab it regardless.

You quickly noticed too, as soon as his movements stopped and you took a deep breath, eyes opening to glare at him, “Billy.”

“Shh, it’s your brother.” Your eyes immediately widened when he said that and your jaw dropped. But you gave him a panicked look when he actually answered. You were about to yell at him to hang up, but he was already answering the call. “Hey Frank. What’s up?” 

This wasn’t exactly how you had planned your afternoon. You remembered, soon enough, that you weren't, in fact, supposed to be with Billy right now, because you had made plans with your brother. But the second you saw Billy standing at your door, your mind completely erased any other plans you had. And you knew damn well your brother would commit mass murder if he found you were fucking his asshole of a best friend. And you should’ve known better, but Billy was a man that got everything he wanted, and he was absolutely crazy about you from the day that he met you. You had been going out with Billy for months now, in secret of course. Which was getting harder and harder to do each day. Especially when he would do things like this. And you probably should’ve texted Frank as soon as Billy showed up, but you blamed him for that, you honestly didn’t even know where your phone was.

“Nah bro, I haven’t seen your sister.” He said, somehow, lying perfectly through his teeth as his cock still sat inside you. How, you had no idea. He held the phone to his ear with one hand as he listened, but his eyes never left you and you could see the devious look in those pitch black eyes you adored. “Shit really? I dunno, maybe she’s busy or somethin’.” 

Just as he said those words he drew his hips back and without faltering, he slammed into you again. You cried out in surprise, but he saw it coming, so he slapped his other hand over your mouth, stifling the sound completely. He looked at you with big warning eyes as he gave you another thrust that had you squirming under him. You don’t know exactly how long he had you like this, or how long he stayed on the phone, somehow, his voice not once faltering or breaking aside from the occasional sigh. 

“Listen, if I hear from her, I’ll let you know alright? Don’t worry about it too much, I’m sure she’s just fine.” Oh this motherfucker. You were anything but fine. You were clutching his wrist so hard you just knew it would leave a mark and you were so close that tears were filling your eyes. You hated that he could make you feel so embarrassed yet so good at the same time. 

“Goddamn.” He finally groaned out, tossing his phone somewhere he couldn’t care about right now. His hand left your mouth and he leaned on his forearms as he dropped his head, all the self control he had completely leaving him.

“You asshole.” You managed to say before a high pitched cry ripped from your throat when he slammed into you, picking up the same pace he had prior to his phone ringing.

“I never said I was gonna stop.” He laughed, his head falling to your neck as he cradled your head with one hand, the other dropping between your bodies to rub harsh circles on your clit. “You did so good. And good girls get to come. C’mon, let go for me.” 

He didn’t have to tell you twice. Your orgasm hit you hard. He held you as your body shook under him, nails digging into his shoulders as you fell into a fit of sobs. His name slipped from your lips over and over as your walls squeezed his cock so hard it made his eyes roll into the back of his head. His mouth fell open, low moans falling from him as he fucked you through your orgasm. He dug his fingers into your hips, most likely to leave his own marks on your skin as his hips faltered. He gave you one, maybe two more thrusts before he fell still, cock twitching as he spilled himself inside you.

“Fuuck baby,” He groaned softly, lips dragging lazily over your jaw as he sat still, his pants joining yours. "You're gonna be the death of me.” 

You laughed softly, eyes closed as you dragged your fingers through his disheveled dark strands, “That, or Frank might kill you too.”

He sighed out a laugh and nodded, lifting his head enough to press a kiss to your lips, “Mhm, that too. But after a fuck like that, I’d die a happy man.”

You scrunched up your face, snorting softly at his vulgar words and you lightly smacked the back of his head, which only made him laugh even more. “Billy Russo, such a romantic. I bet you seduce all of them with that mouth.”

“Got me here didn’t it?” He grinned, his chin resting on your chest as he looked up at you with that stupid cheeky look on his face, and God you hated that he was right.

You narrowed your eyes at him, lips pursed and you rolled your eyes at him, “Alright get dressed. I’m gonna get cleaned up.”

You pressed a quick kiss to his lips, but he grabbed your chin, squeezing it as he pulled you into a deep kiss. And he didn’t pull away until he had you whimpering against his mouth, only then he moved away, pulling out of you in the process. He was going to be the death of you, if your brother didn’t kill you first.

You surprisingly managed to get yourself to the bathroom, by yourself, your legs were a bit wobbly but still stable enough to walk. You managed to find your panties and a shirt, which you figured was good enough for the time being. Now the task was finding your phone, which you knew was in one of your pockets, in the pair of jeans that BIlly had taken off you and tossed somewhere in your living room. You mentally cursed at him for that as you walked around your living room, trying to find your phone. A minute or two had gone by when you heard a string of rapid knocks on your door. You frowned softly, but your mind immediately went into panic mode. Shit. Frank.

You were praying that Billy didn’t decide to come out of your room before you could tell him. You heard another knock and immediately ran to the door. You ran a hand through your hair hoping to fix the clearly disheveled mess before you opened the door to reveal a not so happy looking Frank.

“The hell have you been? I’ve been calling you for hours. Are you okay?” He asked sternly, face fixed into a frown as he looked you over, looking for any injuries or anything alarming. 

You swallowed a bit, and nodded, “Yeah I’m fine. Sorry, I fell asleep, and I don’t know where I left my phone.” 

Frank invited himself into your apartment, and you scrambled after him, praying to a higher power that Billy definitely didn’t decide to come out now. Frank stood in the middle of your living room, looked around for a long minute before he turned to look at you.

“You were sleeping? You look like you got tossed across a room.” He frowned, taking in your mess of hair, stained makeup and flustered state. He gave you a suspicious look but you played off his words with a scoff.

“Oh wow, that’s so sweet of you to say. I sleep like shit, alright? Damn.” You deflected, folding your arms over your chest with a frown on your face. 

Frank looked at you for another second, his expression softened a bit and he sighed out. He opened his mouth, and was about to speak again, when another voice filled the room and fuck you wanted to die right there and there.

“Baby, have you seen my—” Billy came into your living room, completely shirtless and his eyes were down as he did his belt, but as soon as he looked up all the color drained from his face. He stood frozen, eyes big as he looked at Frank. And you could see the gears turning in Frank’s head, and you saw the exact moment when bloody violent murder flashed through his face. And Billy saw the same thing. “Shit. Frank, hey, no. Hey—” 

Frank was lunging at Billy before you could even say anything, and a hard fist met with Billy’s jaw in an instant. He stumbled a bit, but recovered quick enough to dodge the next punch and the one after that. He held his arms out in defense, not really trying to fight his best friend, but not trying to get his ass beat either, it wasn’t until you stepped in the middle of both of them that Frank stopped throwing punches, but he was fuming.

“Frank, Frank please just hold on a minute let me-”

“You’re fucking my sister?” He shouted at Billy, completely ignoring you.

“Well, not right now.” Billy answered, holding his throbbing jaw. Frank gave him this unhinged look that just screamed murder and he went to lunge at Billy again, but you stood in front of him, holding your hands out to keep some distance between the two of them. You looked at Billy over your shoulder and narrowed your eyes at him, and he sighed out. “Frank, man, listen. Lemme explain, this—”

“Explain my ass. She’s my little sister! I’m gonna kill you, you son of a bitch.” 

“Hey!” You shouted at Frank, making him actually look at you this time. You took a deep breath and took a step forward. “Let us explain, please.” 

He looked down at you, his face twisting with anger, but his eyes were slightly softer now. He clenched his jaw, and his fists were also clenched at his sides, but he said nothing, so you continued. 

“Listen, this, I want this. Me and Billy, we’ve been dating for months. And I’m happy, so please, could you not, kill him? I kind of need him for the relationship to work.” You sighed softly, smiling a bit as you looked at your brother, hoping he could see you were being genuine. 

He looked at you for a long minute before he looked at Billy with a hard look in his eyes, but still said nothing as he glared at Billy. Billy took a deep inhale and stepped in front of you, his expression as serious as he could possibly be as he looked at Frank.

“Frank, brother, I know I don’t have the best track record but, I’m serious about this. I’d never hurt her. I oughta shoot myself first, I swear.”

“Or I will.” Frank said through gritted teeth, his expression not changing for a second, and you honestly thought he was going to punch BIlly again, but after a long silence he sighed heavily. “Bill, I’m only gonna say this once, if you ever so much as make her cry, I will shoot you in the neck.”

Billy couldn't help sigh out a chuckle of relief and he bit lip softly as he looked at Frank for a second before he looked at you, “I think she would shoot me first.”

You smiled softly, reaching out to grab Frank’s hand and squeezed it softly, “Thank you, really.”

Frank pursed his lips, his face still hard, but his eyes were much softer now, you no longer saw anger and bloody murder, you just saw your protective big brother. He ultimately nodded, “Yeah yeah. Just call me when you’re both dressed. You and I gotta talk.” He said to you with a small groan as he moved away from you, stopping next to Billy and he narrowed his eyes, “I gotta talk with you too.” 

Neither you or Billy said nothing as Frank left, and only then did he reach out to grab you. He grabbed your arm and with a long sigh pulled you to his chest. “Well that went well.”

He laughed softly at your words and shook his head, “Yeah. Best case scenario he might stab me in the throat in my sleep, a pretty quick death. That’s good right?” 

“You’ll be okay, I’m sure your marine self can figure out a way to live.” You giggled softly, arms wrapped around his torso as you rested your chin on his chest and looked up at him, brushing a delicate finger over the red mark on his jaw you knew would bruise in a few hours. “At least we don’t have to sneak around anymore.” 

He nodded, resting a hand on the side of your face as he bit the inside of his cheek in thought, “True, but he might still break my jaw if I touch you too much.”

You snorted softly and shrugged, “It’s a work in progress.”

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Misbehaviour

Pairing: Billy Russo x Fem!Reader

Summary: Billy takes you to one of his favourite restaurants, but you can’t seem to behave how he wants you to.

Warnings [18+]: smut vibes, dom!Billy, sub!reader, mentions of spanking in public, reader flashes him under the table, the restaurant is 100% a discrete kink club

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As the group in front of you finishes speaking with the hostess and starts to be led into the restaurant by a waiter, you begin to step forward, only to be stopped by your boyfriend.

Billy snakes an arm around your waist, slipping a hand between your legs, his fingers curling to press against the seam of your cunt. Through the fabric of your dress, the heel of his palm presses firmly against your clit and you writhe instantly.

Humiliation burns over your cheeks as you attempt to close your coat to keep the position of his hand out of sight. His words are low, murmured against your ear.

“If you misbehave in this nice restaurant, full of respectable people, you’re in for a spanking that’ll make your ass cheeks hot enough to fry eggs.” Embarrassment and arousal warms your body. His lips brush against your hairline as he grins, thoroughly pleased with himself, “Sunny side up, just the way I like ’em.”

He is painfully handsome like this, sure of himself, hair styled perfectly, his facial hair thicker than usual, just touching the edge of ruggedness. It makes your mouth water.

“Go on, baby.” He releases you, giving your ass a small tap with his hand to encourage you forwards, smiling when your legs teeter unsteadily. “Atta girl.”

Billy’s hand stays placed at the small of your back, directing you through the maze of tables as you follow the waiter. When you arrive at the small round table that is yours for the evening, you glance at Billy as he shrugs his coat off.

“Can I sit in your lap?”

“No,” he answers smoothly, handing his coat to an attendant with a polite nod before he removes your coat as well, ignoring your pout.

“Please?”

“No.”

“But Bil-”

“Another word and I’ll make you sit on the floor.”

It’s a tempting thought, sitting at Billy’s feet with your chin in his lap, but your knees would have no protection and the floor looks rather uncomfortable.

He doesn’t look at you, even when you sit down in the seat opposite him, his eyes fixed on the menu with a confidence that makes you throb.

“Good girl.”

The food is exquisite. Billy does most of the talking which is fine by you, he’s a marvel to watch as he cuts his steak into measured pieces, swiping it through the sauce as he mentions a few upcoming galas he wants you to attend with him.

Seeing Billy like this makes you antsy, itching for something you can’t ask for here, though perhaps you could place the idea in his head for later on tonight.

“I’ve dropped my napkin,” you admit softly. He raises a brow at you. “Could you reach it for me?”

He nudges his chair back slightly, shifting his attention down towards the floor.

As he ducks beneath the tablecloth, you slide the skirt of your dress upwards, spreading your legs wide to give him an unobstructed view of your naked cunt. His hand on the table curls into a fist, knuckles white with the sudden pressure.

The moment he lifts his head back up, his eyes lock onto yours, dark and dangerous. A shudder runs down your spine, goosebumps prickling over your skin. He sits up, rolling his shoulder lightly as he tucks his chair back in.

“What did I tell you about misbehaving?”

His question makes you shift in your seat, eyes bouncing over the contents of the table to avoid his gaze.

“Not to,” you concede, swinging your legs to relieve some nervous energy. He nods slowly.

“Would you like your spanking before or after dessert?”

There’s a pause as you take a moment to consider your options. Hopefully after your punishment, Billy will let you sit in his lap and feed you some dessert. That thought alone is what helps you decide on an answer.

“Before.”

He nods again.

Anticipation thrums under your skin as he gestures to an attendant, asking them to take your empty plates. Billy picks up the candle sitting between you, blowing out the flame with a harsh puff. When he catches your eye, noticing the frown on your face, he grins.

He begins to move the glass candle holder and rest of the table’s contents over to one side. There’s a nervous edge to your voice as you say,

“Billy?”

His gaze is direct.

“Do you trust me?”

Eyes bouncing between each of his, in awe of the casual dominance on display as he regards you seriously, and you nod instantly.

“Yes.”

“Stand up.” The frown on your face deepens as he nods at the table, pristine white linen spread over the surface. “Now bend over the table.”

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