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chvoswxtch · 7 months

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Court,

how do you think Matt, Frank, and Billy would react if their partner wanted to… uhm. Make a spicy home movie… 🌶️

(it’s gotta be cannon that Billy would eat that shit up, right?!)

headcannons for each? If you’re interested.

I HAVE THOTS

let's talk about it :)

spicy headcannons below the cut (minors dni)

billy russo

let's start with this fucker bc yes he would absolutely eat that shit up

he's getting production level equipment, setting up mics, perfecting the lighting, picking out a sexy expensive little outfit for you to wear, probably even calling in a professional team for hair and makeup, and picking out the most lavish location he can think of

this is an ALL night event. he's fucking you on every surface, in every room, in every position, and he's getting every single second on film. I think he'd pick a location that has a lot of floor to ceiling mirrors so that he can watch himself as he fucks you, bc we know he's a conceited fucker (he'd probably be watching you and himself in the reflection while you're on your knees with his cock in your mouth), and he's definitely getting close up shots of your face when he makes you come (or comes on your face)

there is definitely going to be a sensual soundtrack

this is not a home movie to billy, this is a feature film, and one he would bring with him everywhere while he's away from you

he's such a shithead he would probably have a "premiere" and rent out a theatre just for the two of you so he could watch himself fuck you on the big screen (and then fuck you right there in the theater)

he'd definitely want to make more than one I can promise you that

matt murdock

I think matt would be a bit surprised by your request, but I don't think he'd deny participating

I think he'd honestly be aroused that you want something handcrafted by the two of you to use when you're feeling lonely and missing him while he's out living his busy double life

obviously the visual is more for you, but the audio is for matt

in order to make it special for both of you, the two of you come up with a plan. maybe you rent a little isolated cabin outside the city so there's no background noise, and get a couple of little mics to set up so that you can capture every sound

the breathy pants from sensual kissing, the soft whimper when you tease the head of matt's cock with your tongue, the obscene slurping from him devouring your pussy, the echo of your ass smacking against his thighs while he fucks you from behind

you get the stunning visuals of matt in all his glory, but he gets the audio file of your combined gratification

everybody wins ;)

frank castle

frank is without a doubt the hardest to talk into this. i've said it once and i'll say it until I die, he's a hopeless romantic and old fashioned when it comes to dating and sex

don't get me wrong, he can be freaky, and i'm sure teenage frankie was no stranger to porn, but watching it vs being in it is a totally different thing

when you ask him to make a spicy home movie, his eyes go wide and his cheeks flush red. he isn't sure he heard you right, but once he realizes you were serious, he gets a little shy

frank can rip people apart with his barehands and not bat an eye but being naked on camera makes him blush

I think he would feel self conscious. you'd definitely have to warm him up, try to distract him from constantly looking over at the camera, push him up against the headboard and climb on his lap while you give him something else to focus on

by the time you finally sink down onto his needy cock, he's forgotten all about the camera

I don't think he would fully appreciate the little home movie until the first time he has to be away from you for more than a couple of days, and he's really missing you in some motel far away, and his curiosity gets the better of him. I think he'd feel guilty at first for fisting his cock while watching you ride his face, feeling like he's disrespecting you somehow or being a perv, but then he'd remember that you wanted this and what he's doing right now is exactly what it was intended for

and knowing that you're at home alone in bed watching the same video and touching yourself too would drive him absolutely insane and make him feel like he can't come home to you fast enough

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our-chaos · 2 years

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MASTERLIST

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last updated: October 21st 2022

total work: 31

••priority requests/personal requests••

Six of Crows

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all crows

- modern!

Kaz Brekker

- “who did this to you” trope (fluff)

Jesper Fahey

(none yet)

Matthias Helvar

- rough (smut)

- virgin (smut)

- modern! Matthias (headcannons)

- inexperienced (smut)

Wylan Van Eck

(none yet)

Shadow and Bone

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Nikolai Lantsov

- basic (headcannons)

- soulmate! au (fluff)

- comfort (fluff/smut)

Zoya Nazyalensky

- modern! Zoya (headcannon)

Daredevil

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Matt Murdock

- hide and seek (smut)

- praise (smut)

- falling asleep (fluff)

- rainy days (fluff)

- step-dad (headcannon)

Foggy Nelson

(none yet)

Benjamin Poindexter

(none yet)

Stranger Things

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Gareth Emerson

- vibrator (smut)

- Gareth and the upside down (headcannon)

- Gareth and the upside down part 2 (headcannon)

- wet spot (smut)

- Gareth as a dad (headcannon)

- a visual (smut)

- new girl (fluff)

- cockwarming (headcannon)

Eddie Munson - Eddie Munson hates tomatoes (headcannon) - face sitting (smut) - pet play (smut) - perv! Eddie pussy play (smut) - alleyway sex (smut)

- virgin! Eddie (smut)

- demon! Eddie (smut)

- Eddie with a red lipped gf (headcannon)

Steve Harrington

(none yet)

Punisher

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Frank Castle

(none yet)

Billy Russo

(none yet)

The Amazing Spider-Man

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Peter Parker

(none yet)

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dreamlandcreations · 2 years

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Naughty kitty

cursed warlock!Billy Russo x witch!Reader

Summary: Billy has no shame...

Warnings: naked reader, Billy has no respect for privacy, a silly cat almost drowning while he tries to take a peek

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Relaxed in a bath of coconut milk for your cleansing, you hear the door open and aim an unimpressed look at Billy as he saunters to you and jumps up to the edge.

You’re not surprised anymore, he tries to join you every time you bathe, the little perv.

Suddenly, there's a loud splash.

You laugh as you pull him out, then cradle him close as you soothe him.

When he licks your neck, earning a giggle, you know he’s alright.

You place him on your bent knees and laugh again, brushing his soaked fur as he nuzzles your palm.

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quellmythirst · 2 years

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Call me

Summary: Your bestie thinks you need a stress reliever before you go on the date she's set up for you on Valentines.

Pairing: Reader x Billy Russo

Words: 2k

Warnings: Phone sex, dirty talk, masturbating, swearing, 18+ ONLY

AN: Happy Valentines day! This is based on a conversation @thatbritishactor and I had the other day, so this is my valentine for her. I also needed Billy to distract me from all the pouting I've been doing today.

“Hey beautiful,” the man says, picking up after just one ring. You were uncertain about calling this hotline, though you could tell just by his voice this man was dreamy. Your friend suggested that it would be a good idea to let off some steam, knowing how repressed you had been for almost the whole of the last year. She was certain you’d jump the first guy who even looked at you. You loved that bitch.

She had organised a date for you for Valentines and thought this would be the perfect thing to chill you the fuck out. So, like a good friend you listened to her and now the night before your date. Here you were calling up a sex line, like a perv. The man, Jigsaw he’d called himself, emailed you a questionnaire when your friend spoke to him about an appointment. You'd filled out the form on your lunch break and you were ready to finally relieve some tension. Maybe, if it wasn't to weird.

“Hi, so how does this work?” you ask, adjusting yourself on your bed and putting your ear pods in.

“Well I'm going to talk to you and you're going to cum,” he states in a matter of fact tone.

“Ok?” You say, laughing in your head, not really believing this guy's audacity. It was hard enough for a man to get you to cum when he was in the room with you, let alone just talking to you.

“Or if you prefer we can just talk?” he must’ve heard your hesitation. You hear your besties voice in your ear, egging you on. It was just a call, what’s the worst that could happen? You hang up? You don’t even know him, there is no way he’s going to be offended. You decide to take the chance, even if it is weird.

“No. No it's- I've never done anything like this before. I'm just a bit nervous,” you admit, feeling your body flush and you’re grateful that he can’t see you.

“Don't be nervous, Beautiful. I promise to take good care of you,” his voice turning sultry and smooth like honey.

“So, like, what do I do?” you ask, not wanting to kill the mood. More curious about your role in all of this? Do you just listen or?

“Let's start simple, what are you wearing?” his voice lowers an octave. You begin to imagine him, sitting at his desk, twirling the cord of a phone that's hasn't been used since 1999.

“My silk pajamas, just a little jumpsuit really,” you tug on the hem a bit, admiring the little bit of lace on the bottom of the shorts.

“How does it feel against your skin?”

“Soft,” you sigh, running your fingers over the material.

“Close your eyes and take one of those pretty hands of yours and rub the silk into your skin,” he directs you, “feel your way down your body. Imagine it's me savoring and worshiping your softness,” he groans, quietly like he didn’t want you to hear, “I want to touch every part of your deliciousness,”

“But I? Does this even work? How do you know if I'm even doing any of this?” you question, your brain zigging instead of zagging and throwing your for a loop. You so desperately needed to get swept up in this, but the question was nagging at the back of your brain and you knew you needed to ask before it became your sole focus.

“I trust you, you want to be a good girl for me don't you?”

“Ye-yes?” you say, squeezing your eyes shut, you imagine a tall man, the man from the pictures your friend had shown you of your date. You try to feel hands the size of your head running up and down your torso, your legs, gently caressing your arms.

“Then keep going. Feel free to ask as many questions as you like,”

“It’s so soft, it feels so nice,” your breath hitches as your fingers ghost from thigh to thigh.

“Don't touch that pussy,” he says in a more firm tone, “we’ll get there,”

“Slide your straps down your arms, slowly remove your pajamas. I want you bare. Crime to hide a body like that,” you find yourself arching into his words, shivers tingling down your back as the air-conditioning assaults your bare skin.

“I- ah, I did it,” you say, your voice a bit more relaxed than it had been in weeks, though you still felt kind of nervous.

“Good girl, keep your eyes closed. I need to feel you. I want you to touch yourself, just lightly like a feather on your clit. Start rubbing tiny circles around it.” he instructs you, you hear something on the end of the line, but with your pleasure slowly building, you decide to ignore it.

By accident you let a noise slip, a petulant irritated noise as you begin to squirm alone on your bed. He wouldn't know, how would he know if you went faster? If you just slipped your finger in?

“Don't,” he commands, seeming to read your mind, “this is just the warm up.” Letting out a defeated sigh you continue your tortuous strokes. “Fuck, I bet you’re so wet. Tell me you are, dip a finger into your pussy and tell me,” his voice seems deeper, quicker and more breathy for some reason.

“Yes, fuck,” you say feeling yourself dripping onto the bed, “I’m so fuckin’ wet,”

“Good girl, now put that finger in your mouth and rub faster for me,” his deep voice and the moans he's trying to contain echoing quietly through your phone. " tell me how you taste,"

"Salty, kinda hmm-" you tried to think of the word, but couldn't find it anywhere.

“Fuck," he let a moan slip, "Grab your tit, pinch those perky nipples and imagine me biting, sucking and lavishing them while my finger slips inside you,” you hear kind of a weird noise again, but focus in harder on the grip you have on your breast, your fingers rolling your nipple, your other hand rubbing on your pussy while your fingers slip in and out of you. Biting down on your lip, you try to keep in just how good he was making you feel.

“You going to make noise for me?” He asks, “I want to hear your pretty sounds,” You had been trying to keep them in, embarrassed that this guy was getting you so worked up over the phone.

“Please, I love to hear the noises,” his voice sounded rushed and rough. You couldn’t keep it in any longer letting out a loud moan that had been stuck in your throat, “there it is,” you could hear his moans on the other side matching yours, but with your orgasm quickly approaching you could hardly give a shit.

“Slide another finger in, Beautiful,”

“Ahhhh, Jesus,”

“No quite, Fuck I bet you're so tight,” you feel your pussy pulse, knowing were getting closer.

“Fuck, I'm close,” you pant not wanting to disappoint him.

“Hold it in baby, we're gonna cum together,” his breathing picks up and you realize he's been jerking off to the sound of you. He's enjoying this almost as much as you are and for some reason that makes you feel more confident. Like he was thinking about you, in the same way you were picturing him above you, his hard cock sliding in and out of you. His breath on your cheek as he rammed into you.

“Fuck, it feels so good,” you moan, “I'm dripping onto the sheets,”

“I want to fuck you so bad,” You hear him growl, “be a good girl and wrap your pretty hand around your throat for me,”

“Yes,” you moan, placing your hand on your neck, your fingers digging in at the sides.

“Such a good girl, feel my big dick fuck into you,”

“I can't hold it,” you wine, your back arching off the bed.

“Just a bit longer I'm close too,” he pants, “tell me how it feels,”

“Fucking amazing,” you cry, pressing your ass into the bed in an attempt to reach your g-spot.

“I wish I could fuck you, bet you're so tight and warm,” he whispers, “I want to be buried deep inside and feel all of you at once.”

His words sent shivers all over and you knew you couldn't hold back much longer the tingles of your pleasure rocking through your body. " Want to fill you full of my cum," he growls as your moans and plea’s to cum leave your lips, your eyes squeezing shut to try and keep it in.

“Cum, cum for me,” he says his voice cracks, shaking and deep “fuck cum, Beautiful,”

Your world turned white, your body shaking like an earthquake, your back arching off the bed, your whole body felt like it was on fire as your orgasm ripped through you. You could barely hear his words when you started to come down, your ears ringing and your head full of nothing.

“Hmmm?”

“How you feelin?” He asks again, his voice still breathy and lustful.

“Fucking perfect,” you sigh, rolling onto your side and snuggling into your pillow “exhausted,”

“Did you want to make another appointment?”

“Yes, please,” you say, your eyes growing heavier by the second.

“Wonderful, same time next week work for you, Beautiful?”

“A huh,” you mumble, imagining it is his chest you're snuggling into.

“Talk to you then. Sweet dreams,” the call ends and you know that thanks to him your dreams will be sweet, at least for tonight.

You weren't exactly psyched for this date your friend had planned for you. But you knew how sad it was that for all intents and purposes the man you now had a crush on lived in your phone. You didn't want to be the sad girl spending Valentines with the voice in her ears, so you got up and dressed in your nicest dress and headed to the restaurant. It was a nice place downtown and you were grateful to her for even managing to find you a date this close to the lovey holiday.

The place was buzzing, couples everywhere enjoying a meal at this fancy place you had always wanted to try. You don't see him, only going by a picture your friend had shown you of him. He looked tall in the picture, beautiful dark eyes and hair and a smile that looked like mischief, clad in army fatigues. Taking a seat at the bar you opted to wait for him. Hoping that he was charming and handsome enough to distract you from the day dream you were having all day, about a man whose real name you didn’t even know. Hollering down the bartender you order yourself a whiskey sour and prepare yourself for disappointment.

“Hey,” you hear from behind you and you jump a bit in your seat. “Sorry, didn't mean to startle ya, are you Y/N?” he asks you and you recognise him from the pictures. He's got a bit more scruff on his face and he looks a bit older, but it’s definitely him.

“Yeah, you must be Billy,” you smile and something about him seems familiar. But you can't quite put your finger on it.

“Want to go grab a table and some dinner?” He extends his hand to you, helping you down from the stool. His hand almost engulfs yours with how big it is, the other landing on the small of your back, leading you forward.

“That looks nice,” you say, peering at the waiter holding a plate of pumpkin pasta.

“This is us,” Billy says and you can't believe your luck that you managed to get a blind date with this guy. What could she have been thinking? How were you anywhere near this guys league? Pulling out your chair, he takes the seat opposite you, and you contemplate where you could know him from. Maybe it’s just the picture, you had been looking at it a lot.

“So Beautiful, what do you do for work?” He asks, and your brain does a backflip. He can't. He isn't. No. No way.

As if seeing your mind finally click together he smirks at you over his glass, winking at you. “Are you?” You ask, knowing that if he was he'd know the answer to the unspoken question. He leaned forward holding your face with his thumb and forefinger before whispering in your ear.

“I can't wait to fuck you for real, Beautiful”

Part 2 Optional

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fific7 · 3 years

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Dangerous and Divine - Part 3

Billy Russo x Reader

Summary: Billy Russo is an itch you don’t want to scratch. But he’s all over you like a rash.

A/N: This does not follow canon, it’s mainly lemon zest 🍋 The GIF is from Exposed, unreleased pilot show in case you’re wondering 😌... Billy vibes.

Warnings: 18+ NSFW due to sexual content including oral sex, between consenting adults. Some drinking & swearing.

(My GIF)

“Nothing to see here,” you muttered and scooted across the café as quickly as you could, heading for the sanctuary of your office.

Closing the door firmly behind you and heading straight to your fancy CEO swivel chair, you sat down and shakily placed your hands flat on the desk. You took some deep breaths. That stupid big idiot and his BDE! How dare he kiss you like that in front of everyone.

And even worse, leaving you all hot and flustered like some kid who’s never been kissed before! Let’s be honest, that’s what was really getting to you... he hadn’t actually bent you over the counter and fucked you, but by your reaction he might as well have.

How ridiculous, you told yourself sternly, get a grip! You put your forehead on the desk’s cool surface. They’d all been staring at you, and you could feel your face heating up again at the thought of them watching Billy kiss you really quite passionately. And you melting like a complete fool in the process.

After a couple of hours hiding out in your office, you knew you’d have to face the music sooner or later and made your way back down to the café. The regulars, you saw, had gone by now so that was something but by the mischievous looks on your co-workers’ faces, you knew you were in for some serious teasing.

You made your way over to one of the two monster Gaggia coffee machines in the café and started making yourself a cappuccino. “Anyone want one?” you asked over your shoulder. Jake said he’d have one too, but the other two passed. You could just feel their curiosity crackling through the air like electricity. They were of course fully aware of the Ex and that whole daytime soap plot, but were just about losing their shit as they didn’t know anything about this hot dude, who’d walked in to the café and kissed you like he knew you extremely well.

You handed Jake his coffee and helped yourself to a danish cinnamon pastry - yeah, eating the profits again - munching into it and then pointing at your staff members with it. “Okay, guys. Here it is. In its entirety. I went to little cousin’s cocktail party last night as you know, and met the guy who was in here earlier. We left the party, went for a couple of drinks elsewhere, he drove me home, I got out of his car and he drove away. Like, immediately I got out.”

You really didn’t feel the need to mention the kiss he’d stolen before you got out of his car.

Gabrielle’s mouth fell open, “You met him last night???” The implication being that A) how was that possible and B) where did that kiss come from if you hadn’t slept with him? You sighed, taking another bite of pastry. “Yes! And as I’ve just told you,” you looked around to make sure there weren’t any customers in earshot, “he did not stay the night, okay? He didn’t even get out of his car.”

“It’s just that it looked a bit ...” Steve trailed off nervously. “Well...umm... friendly... for someone you’ve only just met,” finished Jake. You nodded. “I’m aware of that. What you saw there was the Billy Russo Show, done purely to embarrass me. He’s a cocky big shit. And trying to get me to go out with him.” “Are you going to?” asked Gabrielle. “Oh, hell yes! Wouldn’t you?” Jake almost got whiplash, he nodded so emphatically, “Yes. Yes, I would.” You all had a good laugh at that.

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There were only 2 days to go until Friday, and you found yourself panicking. What to wear, what to wear? OK, after mentally reviewing your wardrobe you decided that a shopping trip was in order.

Hanging up your new purchase in the wardrobe, you felt pleased with your choice. Nothing too flashy - you weren’t sure of the venue, so went with smart/casual - a sleek navy number, wraparound style, mid-thigh length and showing only a hint of cleavage. Less is more right?

Teamed with a pair of metallic navy heels, it would be fine. You hoped. What if he was taking you somewhere really low-key? Oh well, you shrugged, if you ended up looking a bit like Cinders at the ball in some local pizzeria, so be it.

Jake and the others were still buzzing about your upcoming date, in fact you’d eventually asked them if they wanted to come along too. They’d at least had the decency to look guilty, but only a little. You were sure that if they found out where you two were headed, they’d follow you. You decided you’d better check for shadowy figures tailing you on Friday night.

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8pm on the dot, the buzzer sounded in your apartment, Billy’s voice announcing that he was downstairs. You were not quite ready, still had a couple of tweaks to make so buzzed him up. He strolled in as you opened the door, leaning in for a kiss to which you turned your head, so it landed on your cheek. “Lipstick!” you trilled, moving back towards the bathroom. “I won’t be long, have a seat. You’re looking good, Russo, by the way.” “Thanks,” you heard his voice from the other room, “and you’re looking absolutely gorgeous, sweetheart.”

You’d felt happier when you saw that he was also smart/casual.... what looked like a cashmere burgundy sweater over black jeans, with a leather jacket. He looked edible.

When you emerged back into the living room five minutes later - a veritable vision in navy, you mockingly smirked to yourself - Billy Russo was nowhere in sight. You stopped in your tracks, and then heard a drawer opening in your bedroom. You walked through to it, just in time to see Billy picking up a pair of your lacy silk panties out of your underwear drawer.

“Russo!” you yelled, “put those back, you perv!” He slid the smooth fabric between his long fingers, grinning devilishly at you. “Mmmmm, are you wearin’ something similar right now?” Before you could stop yourself, you bit back, “Who says I’m wearing any at all?” His eyes widened, a big grin appearing on his face. “Oh, really? Wanna prove it?” “No!” you replied, knowing your face was scarlet, “just forget I said that. I’m joking with you.” He shook his head, “Yeah, like I’m goin’ to get that image out of my head anytime soon.”

“Let’s go, Billy,” you said, walking to the front door and pulling on your own leather jacket. “Hey, we’re matching,” he laughed, pointing between your jacket and his, “ain’t that sweet!” “It’s creepy, actually. Matching clothes? Vomit-inducing.” He laughed, “You’re funny.” “No, I’m just not some soppy sappy woman who’s going to fall at your feet, Russo.” He took your hand as you closed and locked your front door, and the two of you headed for the stairs.

“Yeah, I’d kinda got that vibe already,” he grinned at you, “but it doesn’t matter, I know I’m gonna get you in the end.” “Just keep on telling yourself that,” you snarked back.

Looking at the back of his head as he walked down the stairs in front of you, you really wanted to run your fingers through that hair but managed to keep your hands to yourself.

Fastening your seat belt, back in the gleaming Wraith, you watched Billy’s fingers as he fastened his and then placed his hands on the steering wheel. You mentally shook yourself, you were beginning to fantasise about different parts of his body and you’d better snap out of it, you told yourself.

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He took you to a really nice Italian restaurant, not too posh, just nice and relaxed with friendly staff and really good food. The conversation from the night in the bar was picked up where it left off, each of you adding more and varied information. You learned that Frank had sadly lost his wife and kids when they innocently got caught up in a savage gang war gun battle. Billy told you that his friend had gone off the rails for a while, but had recently met a lovely lady called Karen and they’d started dating. He was really pleased for him, as he’d been so worried about him for a while. You thought you’d quite like to meet Frank sometime.

You told him something more of your life, thankfully not involving assault and cheating ex-boyfriends this time. He’d been fascinated and truly appreciative of the struggle you’d had to get your business off the ground, saying that he’d been lucky in having a major investor lined up before he’d even left the Marines.

You saw a dark look flit over his face for a moment, but then it cleared and he went on to ask you more questions about your business. You’d both chatted easily together until it was almost midnight, and you’d become “that couple” who were the last ones in the restaurant. You realised that, when he dropped the ‘Billy Big Dick’ nonsense, you really enjoyed his company and felt that you two had clicked even more this evening.

He drove away from the restaurant, and it took you a few minutes to notice that he wasn’t driving the route to your apartment. “Billy,” you sighed, “are we heading to your place by any chance?” That damn smirk was back on his face. “Yeah,” he said, “I’ve seen yours, so now you can see mine.” ”Oh, ha bloody ha. I’m not sleeping with you, you know.” A grin appeared on his lips as you glanced across at his profile, illuminated by each passing streetlight. “Just keep on tellin’ yourself that, sweetheart,” he replied mockingly. You laughed out loud, “You cheeky big bastard.”

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His apartment was everything you would’ve expected - open plan, with modern, sleek furnishings and decor in dark masculine colours. You settled yourself onto the large sofa, and he headed to the kitchen area; a moment later, you heard wine being poured then his tall figure reappeared, holding the two wine glasses. He handed one to you, and you took a sip - it was very good wine. “So, Billy... I’m guessing your li’l batchelor pad here sees quite a lot of action, and not the type you saw in the Marines, huh?”

That smirk. He sat down next to you, hand going to rest on your shoulder and playing with a strand of your hair. His expression became serious, “No. I don’t bring women back here.”

You scoffed, “Oh come on, Billy... you’re...” then you stopped, looking away from him. “I’m what?” You shook your head. “C’mon, what were you going to say?” “Never mind. Well, if you don’t bring them here, let me guess... you go to their place and disappear before the morning light?” He shifted uncomfortably on the sofa, breaking eye contact with you. “Okay... that, I can’t deny. How did you guess? And what were you going to say before?”

Oh to hell with it, you thought.

“I was going to say... you’re hot, Billy. So obviously - unless you’ve got a problem down there and need some little blue pills...” his eyebrows rose, his mouth dropping open slightly before he started grinning, “...you won’t be a saint and you’re more than likely a player.”

He leaned in towards you, eyes staring deep into yours, “Firstly, I have no problems with my equipment in any way shape or form,” ....smirk... “it’s in perfect workin’ order. And I’d be more than happy to prove that to you.” His lips met yours in a kiss, quickly growing heated. He pulled away, making eye contact again, “And you’re right, I’m no saint. A player? Yeah, maybe. But I can be a saint for you, if you want me to be.”

“But that wouldn’t be the real Billy Russo, would it?” His eyes were still on you. You carried on, “Look, I’ll level with you. I like you - when you’re not wearing your BDE persona. It’s a total clichè, but I really don’t intend to be just another notch on your no-doubt designer bedframe.”

He smiled at you, “I get it, I really do.” He trailed a finger along your cheekbone, “I wouldn’t be tryin’ to be someone I’m not. I just meant that I like you too, and I feel comfortable dropping the persona with you.” You smiled back. “OK, but Billy?” “Yeah?” “I’m still not sleeping with you.”

Laughing, “Oh, yeah?” pulling you against his chest, a hand going to your cheek as he kissed you long and hard. Breaking away, hand on his chest, you whispered, “Yeah...”

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Billy was poised above you, looking down at you as if you were something he wanted to devour. Your clothes had joined his on the bedroom floor a little while ago; you were both lying on his very large bed, and yes it was designer-made - you’d asked him.

He gently pushed aside a strand of your hair, before kissing your lips. His mouth then made its way slowly but surely down to your neck and collarbone, and you felt little nips on your skin before his tongue licked your skin slowly. He moved slightly lower and sucked your nipples while his hands were busy massaging your breasts. Your hands moved to his broad shoulders, pulling him down further so you could feel more of his skin against yours.

You heard a chuckle, “So yeah, I guess you really aren’t gonna sleep with me after all, huh?” You shifted out slightly from under his body, “Shut up Billy, and put this to good use,” letting your fingers trail down to his hard length. You slid your fingers around it and gave his tip a firm squeeze. His breath hissed between his lips, and those big hands pulled you back underneath him. “Don’t worry, I was gonna.” You smirked, “I confess I was impressed when I saw what you were packing,” another squeeze, another hiss, his mouth on your neck, “but actions speak louder than words.”

He laughed, “Be careful what you wish for, sweetheart.” Deciding to head for the mother lode, you gave him one last squeeze, firmer than before, sniggering as his hips shot forward. “Same to you,” you said, before sliding your hands into his silky hair at last. Running your fingers right back through it, you sighed out loud and grabbed a handful with each of yours, and tugged. “I see you like my hair,” he smirked.

You leant forward and kissed him, hard. He groaned, kissing you back even harder. Then your hands ran over the muscles of his chest, down the trail of hairs on his lower stomach, before grabbing his cock and wrapping your fingers round it. He growled, “And what ya gonna do with that, sweetheart?” You began stroking him firmly, “This.... until you decide to get off your ass and do something.”

He laughed out loud, and suddenly his hand was between your legs, his thumb on your clit, rubbing hard. His lips at your ear, whispering, “Something like this?” and you felt a long finger plunging into you, swiftly joined by a second one. He began sliding them in and out, curling them, and it had an instant effect on you, your breath hitching. “Billy,” you sighed, your hand stilling momentarily on his length. You heard his low chuckle, and he increased his pace. Okay smartass, you thought, and gave his tip a very firm squeeze. “Aahhh!” you heard, and gave him another one for good measure. “You minx,” he laughed, then picked up pace with his fingers again. Then they were gone from you, and you saw him moving his head downwards, hands moving to your hips, his tongue replacing his fingers. He was lapping at you, his thumb back on your clit, and now you really were in trouble.

You grabbed his shoulders, digging your nails in, beginning to writhe on the bed, and then his fingers were back, sliding in next to his tongue. The combination of thumb, tongue and fingers was like an incendiary bomb going off in your core, and you could feel your climax building by the second. His pace increased and that was it, the explosion happened and you now grabbed his head like a vice, keeping him where he was as the aftershocks of your orgasm washed over you in waves. Very pleasurable waves. Finally, you released his head and you saw his dark eyes meet yours, a satisfied glint in them. “That was only number one, angel,” he grinned, “fasten your seat belt.” “Cocky bastard. And I’m an angel now, am I?” He moved up and back over you, hands sliding up your body.

“For sure,” kissing your neck, nipping the skin lightly with his teeth. “And I’m so lucky, havin’ one in my bed.” He sat up, opening a drawer in his bedside table, scrabbling around until he produced a condom, unwrapping it and holding your gaze as he rolled it on.

His hands moved to your breasts, palming them then circling his thumbs over your nipples as they peaked once again. You grabbed that hair of his again, little gasps making their way between your lips. Your feet were flat on the mattress, knees either side of his thighs and you felt his hand moving down, then the head of his cock was between your legs, edging its way in. Billy thrust right inside you, and there were loud groans from you both as he sunk in. “Mmmm...” he kissed you, tongue diving into your mouth, then he pulled away, gazing at you, “you don’t know just how good you feel around me.” You shifted a bit, rolling your hips to his, “About as good as you feel inside me.”

A low growl, then he was moving on you, fast right from the get-go, his thrusts forcing a moan from you on each stroke. Your legs moved - seemingly of their own accord - around his hips, and this new angle obviously pleased both of you, as the noises the two of you made got even louder. You felt him deep inside you, and every time you squeezed and held him there, he actually whimpered.

“Good puppy!” you managed to gasp out, hearing an answering snort of laughter from him. “I am not...” he gasped back at you between thrusts, “...a fuckin’ puppydog, sweetheart.” “But Billy, you’ve got those big brown eyes ...” your own eyes closed at a particularly forceful thrust, “...and you are fucking me, so...”

His only answer this time was to pull one of your legs higher onto his back, thrusting deep as he did, and then his hand cupped your breast and massaged it hard. That shut you up.

His fingers were at your inflamed core again and then he was rubbing at your clit, making your back arch with sheer pleasure. He was switching between kissing you hungrily and nipping and sucking love bites onto your collarbone. Thank god he wasn’t targeting your neck, you thought, that would look so professional at work. You, meanwhile, were over-indulging in your obsession with his hair, running it back off his forehead with your fingers and tugging on it to your heart’s content.

Finally your over-pleasured body couldn’t take any more, and your climax hit you like a truck. Your nails dug into his muscled shoulders, grabbing him in a death grip and a small scream of “Billy!” exited your open mouth. You felt him give a few sharp thrusts, realising that he was about to come; you heard your name, then a long groan and he released his warm seed into you. He sunk down onto you, kissing you softly but with passion, long fingers laying gently along your jaw and neck as he did so.

“Angel....” he sighed.

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danyka-fendyr · 5 years

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Remind Me: Part 2

That’s right ladies and gentlemen, the much-anticipated part 2 is out! At least, I’m assuming it was much anticipated given the feedback from Dream. Which is basically the best feedback ever. If you haven’t read her story Once A Year yet (which this series is based upon) you really, really should! It’s amazing and it gives me all the feels. However, you don’t want to hear me talk. You want to read the story. So without further ado, allons-y!

Taglist: @dreamwritesimagines

Wordcount: 2409

“I know, Billy,” You said. “I know.”

Eventually, they told you that you could go. You had to be honest with yourself, it was a relief. You weren’t super keen on being tied up to a million machines all the time.

Billy helped you out, and you followed him without a second thought. You probably should have been concerned with how blindly you trusted him, but that was the thing about blind trust. You didn’t question it.

“So where do I live?,” You asked him. “With you?”

That caught him off guard, which you had somehow known it would.

“Um...no. You have an apartment in the nice part of town.”

“And you?”

“I have an apartment.”

“In the nice part of town?” You pushed, raising an eyebrow.

“Something like that.”

“You’re lying to me. And you’re not even bothering to do a good job of it.”

That made him laugh again. “There’s no point with you. Even when you can’t remember me you apparently have an uncanny ability to remember all of my tells.”

You just shrugged, unwilling to admit that you were a little bit proud of yourself for that, however dumb it might be.

“So? Where do you live?”

“In the not so nice part of town. Where I like to be.”

“I see I’ve tried to convince you to move before.”

“Many times.” He rolled his eyes.

“Well, you know what they say. The amnesiac time is the charm.”

He scoffed. “Yeah. Sure Skittles. I’ll move in with you and be like one of those live-in helpers old people have.”

“I mean, why not?” You turned around in the parking lot you had just arrived in, facing him.

“Why not what?”

“Why not have you move in with me? I mean, it only makes sense since apparently, you’re the mysterious key to my past.”

Billy Russo stared at you like you had grown another head.

“You don’t even know anything about me-”

“So you can tell me on the drive. Is that your car?” You spun towards the cherry red Stringray Corvette, eyes absolutely huge.

“No. It’s yours.”

“What!” You screamed, jumping up and down. “She’s gorgeous! Holy crap!”

Billy watched you, smiling and shaking his head. “Damn. I haven’t seen you this happy since you graduated high school and, quote, ‘never had to go back to that place.’ Though personally I still miss the uniform.”

“Perv.”

“Only around you. What can I say Skittles? You just bring out the worst in me.” He smiled, white teeth gleaming against his skin.

“Filed under Billy Russo in my brain. Now, give me the keys because there’s no way I’m letting you drive her.”

“Oh come on!” He threw his hands up in the air, frustrated.

“Nope. No way.”

“Not even when you have amnesia will you let me drive the car,” he grumbled.

“Not even if I was dead.”

“Remind me why I’m friends with you?” he asked.

“Because I’m pretty,” you told him, sliding into the driver’s seat.

“Oh right.”

20 minutes later, you were officially outside the nicest apartment complex you had ever seen. Well, you couldn’t remember the other apartment complexes you had seen, but suffice it to say it was pretty sweet.

“Do you think there’s a doorman?” You asked, unbuckling.

“I think,” Billy said, knuckles still white from his grip on the armrests, “that you still drive like a madwoman.”

“Oh don’t be a baby. You were in the military, I’m sure you’ve faced worse.”

“I have never faced worse than you ducking into opposing traffic because the guy in front of you was driving ‘too slow.’”

“He was!” You closed your door, locking the car after Billy got out.

“Not slow enough to justify that!”

“You’re no fun.”

“Funny. That’s not usually how these conversations go.”

He ran a hand through his hair, and you tried not to stare. You were seriously going to need someone to explain to you how exactly you had never romantically pursued this guy. He might have been even prettier than the car.

“Are you trying to tell me I’m the boring one?”

“Yes Skittles. That is exactly what I’m trying to tell you. You are a major stick in the mud.”

You gasped theatrically. “How dare you! I don’t believe a single thing you’ve said.”

“Believe it or not, it’s the truth. Ask anyone.”

“I wouldn’t know who to ask,” You reminded him.

His smile softened.“Don’t worry. I’ll introduce you.”

You both started to head inside, discovering that there was indeed a doorman, and he gave you a nod as he opened the door for you. Apparently, he recognized you. Either that or you just looked rich, which was entirely possible given the clothing Billy had brought for you at the hospital. You hoped your entire wardrobe didn’t look this...stuffy.

You waited until you got on the empty elevator to ask Billy the question that had been on your mind. “So uh...which floor do I live on? And like...which apartment?”

“You sure you’re ready for this?” He raised an eyebrow.

“Um...yes?”

He grinned. “Penthouse, baby.”

“You’re joking.”

“Not even a little bit,” he said, pressing the button.

“How did all of this even happen?”

“You got adopted by some very rich people. They’re the worst. They hate me,” he said, hands in his pockets.

“Why would they hate you? And why do you live in a crappy apartment even though you wear very expensive suits like that?”

“They hate me because I’m not a socialite and also they can’t boss me around, which is a bad combo in their book. And I live in a crappy apartment because I like it there. Besides, it’s not that bad of an apartment, it’s just the neighborhood that’s terrible.”

You nodded like you understood, though in fact the only thing you really understood was that your adopted parents really, really didn’t like him. Billy had already explained your foster situation too, which based off of what little you could remember sounded about right. You were still confused about what exactly your parents were like though. You did know that if Billy was at all right you weren’t excited to meet them. Again.

The elevator doors dinged open, and you stepped out into the most beautiful apartment of all time. It was absolutely huge, and there were a million windows. The only thing you might have changed about it was that it didn’t feel very...personal. You got the sense that you had just hired some fancy pants decorator to design the place. Everything was sleek and modern and...totally lifeless.

The color scheme was nice though.

“So, you own some big fancy corporation?” You asked, sitting down on your cushy white couch.

Who even owned white coaches made out of what you hoped was fake leather?

“Sure do.”

Billy went straight for your fridge. It was clear that he had been here before as he shuffled through its contents, taking some chicken breast out before pulling open the freezer drawer and grabbing brussels sprouts.

“What are you doing?”

“Feeding you. You just got out of the hospital and the only thing they do well there is jello. You hate jello. Except for the red stuff.”

You shuddered. “Ugh. Jello.”

“See?” He pulled a pan out of a cupboard adjacent to the sink.

“I believe you. Please don’t make me eat Jello.”

“I would never torture you like that, Skittles.”

“Wow, you really are my best friend, huh?”

He smiled over his shoulder at you. “What gave it away?”

“The fact that you know where my cast iron skillets are.”

He laughed, further proving himself by grabbing a bottle of olive oil to coat the pan in before tossing on the chicken.

“One dinner coming right up, best friend.”

“Okay, so wait. Catch me up here. You’re rich. You can cook. And your butt looks like that,” You said, giving it a good hard look and not bothering to hide where you were looking. “Explain to me why we’re not dating?”

“Because,” he said, flipping the chicken, “you’re like my little sister. And I’m like your big brother.”

“Except we are in no way biologically related, meaning that relationship could change.”

You were just teasing him, of course. I mean, to a certain extent the part about him being hot was true, but you weren’t trying to harass the guy. The thing was, you could tell that he was having just as much fun as you were. In the same way you knew you could trust Billy Russo, you knew that he was laughing his head off inside by the slight tug at the corners of his mouth, the twinkle in his eyes, and the way he couldn’t seem to look directly at you for more than 5 seconds without being afraid he would burst out laughing. You may have forgotten him, but you still knew him.

“Technically true,” he said, trying to hide his grin behind a healthy dose of skepticism.

“Psh. Technically?”

“Sometimes, Skittles, technicalities are important.” He threw some garlic in with the chicken.

“You know what’s even more important? Feeding me. Because now that my kitchen smells like garlic chicken, I’m starving.” You stood up from the couch, moving to lean against the counter and watch him cook, biting your lip.

You were a lot hungrier than you had initially thought. The hospital had not been kind to you.

“I am working on it,” he said scoldingly.

“But I’m hungry,” you whined.

He tossed the brussels sprouts in with some seasoning salt. “Hi hungry. I’m Billy.”

“You pronounced, ‘the worst’ wrong.”

He snorted. “Still have the same sense of humor, I see.”

“I’m pretty sure that’s permanent. Sorry Bill.”

“Yeah, you should be apologizing. That sense of humor has gotten me in trouble more than a few times, you know that?”

“No way. You’re exaggerating.” You rolled your eyes.

“Nope. You’ll know when I’m exaggerating. Or maybe you won’t. I’m very good at it.”

“Jerk.”

“You can’t seem to decide if you love me or hate me.”

“So I’m guessing not much has changed.”

His response was simply, “Jerk.”

“So, tell me.” You settled in, turning so that your back was leaning against the counter and you had a better view of his face. “How on Earth did we manage to stay friends this long? I mean, nobody does that. Especially not people with life trajectories as drastically different as ours. How do I know you’re not really my stalker?”

Billy chuckled, in a very stalker-ish way, if anyone asked you. “I suppose that’s a fair cop. Well, we agreed when we were just kids, that no matter what happened, we would always meet up once a year. Every year. No matter what. Come rain or shine, hell or high water, what have you, I would come find you.”

“That’s not dialing down the creepiness Billy,” You teased.

He put the food on a plate, setting it on the island where you took your place on one of the stools.

“That’s some way to talk to the guy who just made you dinner.”

“I’ll decide if you can stay after I’ve tasted it.”

“Oh, she’s a food critic now.”

Billy watched you take your first bite, hands on his hips with one eyebrow raised. You were pleasantly surprised. This guy could really cook. The chicken tasted amazing, and the spices he had thrown in hit all the right notes. When had he even learned this?

“On a visit home. I got so tired of rations that I decided I would learn how to make something that didn’t taste like a brick.”

Apparently, you had said that part out loud. You couldn’t be blamed for what you did under the influence of good food.

“So were we more alike when we were younger or something? Because the way you describe it, we aren’t super similar at the moment.”

“I don’t know if I would say that.” Billy put the pan in the sink before sitting down across from you. “We’re still pretty similar in all the ways that matter. Back when we were kids though...”

He smiled fondly, as though reminiscing on some very specific memory. You had the overwhelming urge to join him, but you couldn’t, seeing as you currently had little to no memories in the bank. So instead, you let him have his moment, having a melancholy little moment of your own.

“You were a bit of a wild child. I was always getting you out of trouble. And then...getting into my own trouble. But that’s not the point!”

You laughed, taking another bite before you spoke again. “So basically we were both terrible people.”

“Harsh,” Billy said. “I would say we were...misguided youth.”

“Mmmhhhmm.”

“I still remember this time you stole a pair of handcuffs off this cop you were flirting with.” He shook his head, grinning. “We almost didn’t outrun him. And then you suggested we turn the handcuffs into bracelets, of all things. One for each of us. You thought you were so cool in your Metallica shirt with your handcuff bracelet, dancing in the rain like you didn’t have a care in the world.”

“Okay, so, correction. I was awesome, and you were a misguided youth.”

“Oh, shut up.”

You smiled, and you found yourself staring at him without really thinking about it. A comfortable silence settled over the two of you, and you liked the feel of it. It was yet another thing that affirmed he was not, in fact, your stalker. Though if you had any doubts before they were pretty much dismissed at this point. Plus he would have to be a pretty gifted stalker to get the hospital to let him get anywhere near you, you figured.

“Hey, do you-” You started speaking, but the buzz of the intercom interrupted you.

“Darling, I’m here to see you.” A woman’s voice crackled through the speakers, probably in her 50’s or 60’s. “So sorry I couldn’t make it to the hospital. You know how it is, your father and I just get so busy with business. Anyway, if you could just let me up...”

“I think that’s the nicest I’ve ever heard her be to you,” Billy grumbled. “There must be someone watching.”

“Who is it?” You asked, even as a sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach gave you your answer.

“It’s your mother.”

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ofstarsandvibranium · 5 years

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Congratulations my fellow poe hoe!!! I’m like a proud mom 💕if you’re still doing the letters could i get one from billy russo? My name is Sophia. Please and thank you!

Sophia,

This contract is insanely boring. This senator is a real snoozefest, but I could see why the guy’s got threats looming over him. He’s a total Grade A asshole who thinks he’s entitled to everyone and everything. I hate people like him. Think they’re so high and mighty cause they’re rich and smart. I wanna knock his teeth in. But enough of my complaining.

How are you doing? I know from our quick calls and short texts that you’re working a lot. But you know you could always stop working. I could provide for both of us and I don’t that’s so bad. Plus, I’m the boss of my own company. So if we wanna go on a vacation, we could just up and go.

I think we’re due for a vacation. Probably somewhere warm where I can stare at your ass in a swimsuit. I know. I know. I’m a perv. I can just see you rolling your eyes now. But come on, baby, you love it. Anyway, I’m thinking Bahamas? You. Me. Sex on the beach? (I’m talking about the drink! ...or am I?) Just say the word and I’ll have it all taken care of.

You deserve a break, Soph. You work too hard. But I’m proud of you nonetheless. I’ll be home soon!

Love,

Billy

PS. Please don’t kill, Frank. I just asked him to keep an eye on you for my sake.

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thyme-in-a-bubble · 6 months

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kinktober, day twenty

a/n: I just want this guy to be obsessed with me, is that too much to ask?

warnings: perv!billy russo x neighbour!reader, smut, voyeurism, exhibitionism, mutual masturbation

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You hadn’t lived in this apartment long before you got acquainted with the man across the street, the vast windows in either of your homes let you have an intimate view of each other’s worlds.

Zoning out while staring at neighbours’ windows was normal, but this certainly wasn’t.

You had never actually spoken to the guy, didn’t even know his name, yet the two of you interacted every single day. Your eyes always seemed to find his window, and every time they did, he was always right there staring back at you.

It was around now that it occurred to you that maybe all of the careless little things he did hadn’t been so careless after all… Maybe him leaving his towel in the bathroom only to stride past all of his wide windows just to take a million years in front of his closet to decide what suit he’d wear that day was just a ploy, some cocky way of telling you exactly what he wanted without even speaking at all.

There certainly wasn’t any air to clear now that you propped your legs further up on the chair you sat on, circling your puffy clit as you stared at his tight fist gliding up and down his length.

If only you could hear him now has his lips parted, his dark eyes shamelessly glued to the show you were giving him in return.

#lea’s writing #kinktober 2023 #billy russo smut #billy russo x reader #billy russo imagine #billy russo fanfic #billy russo x female reader #billy russo fanfiction #billy russo x you #billy russo x y/n

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chvoswxtch · 1 year

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perv!billy russo watching, peeping as you and your boyfriend frank has sex. he just loves to watch frank work, that’s just canon.

nonnie, you are absolutely goddamn right.

thank you for putting this sinful image in my head. I got a little carried away (what's new) and made billy a little bit more...involved if you will. ;)

warning: swearing, explicit sexual content (minors pls dni) word count: 2k

love to watch you work.

Billy didn’t want to touch himself. Not yet. He liked to draw out the excitement, let the anticipation build up in his chest slowly, like a roller coaster languidly rising up the track to its highest peak. He liked to let his cock swell on its own with need from the external stimulation, seeing just how long he could hold out, granting himself tiny slivers of relief before diving fully into the lust that pooled in his eyes. He liked to make it last.

But it was getting increasingly harder when you were making noises like that.

Your wrists were bound to the headboard with his silk black tie to keep you from being able to move, Billy’s idea that Frank had happily obliged to, and had made your thighs clench together as soon as the words left his mouth.

Told you she’d like it, Frankie.

The way you had stared up at him with those big doe eyes as he bound your wrist with his own tie had nearly made him come on the spot.

He watched in awe as you writhed on the bed, your hips having to be held down by Frank’s strong arm, because you couldn’t stay still while he worked you over with his tongue. One of the things he loved about Frank was that he liked to take his time too. He wasn’t impatient when it came to pleasure, didn’t rush or go in without a plan. He was methodical, tactical even, and everything had a purpose. Every single touch, the way he undressed you, the placement of his kisses; every action was precalculated to get you as worked up as possible to ensure you reached a level of gratification you knew only he could give.

Frank knew how to make people beg, and Billy loved it.

Billy gripped onto the arm of the chair he was sitting in so tightly, his knuckles turned completely white. Frank had been eating you out for half an hour now, sending you rushing towards the edge only to slowly drag you away like a merciless tide flirting with the moon. Frank had told him that you never put up a fight, and that it never took much to get you to beg for him, but Billy had requested that he edge you to see just how far they could push you. A low groan sounded in the back of Billy’s throat when he noticed Frank had began to rut his hips against the mattress, searching for his own relief as he fucked you with his tongue.

Frank had rendered you a whimpering, pathetic mess so easily, it made Billy rock hard within a matter of minutes. He watched almost in a trance as you weakly tugged at the restraints, whining as you tried so hard to rock your hips against Frank’s face, begging relentlessly for mercy. Billy liked that you were greedy. But more than anything, he liked how submissive you were, so willing to surrender as long as you got what you wanted. He clenched his jaw as he moved his hand over the bulge in his jeans, palming himself lightly to get just enough relief to placate himself, a soft sigh leaving his parted lips.

“Fuck, you weren’t kiddin’ about her.”

“Told ya, Bill. She gives in easy.”

“Oh, and you don’t? You ever tell her no?”

Frank paused as he pulled his head away from your pussy and turned his head to the side to flash Billy a cocky grin. His entire mouth, nose, and chin were completely covered and shining with your slick.

“Would you?”

Billy tore his eyes away from Frank when a frustrated whine left your mouth due to the lack of attention where you wanted it most. He glided his tongue slowly along his bottom lip when he caught your bashful gaze, inhaling slowly through his nose before letting out a deep exhale from his chest as he stared you down with a wicked smirk.

“No. I’d give her whatever the fuck she wanted.”

“Frank…please…”

You sounded like you were on the verge of tears, and to his exhilaration, Billy swore he could see a few building in the corners of your eyes. Frank turned his attention back to you, gently rubbing his large hand over your spread thigh as he licked his lips and flashed you a charming smile.

“What is it, sweetheart? You wanna come?”

A loud whine of desperation tore through your chest as you nodded frantically, tugging harder at Billy’s tie as you let pleas fall from your lips like raindrops in a storm.

“Well don’t ask me, baby. You gotta ask Bill. Bet he’d say yes if you asked real nice, yeah?”

Billy nearly combusted when you turned your head to look at him. Your eyes were heavy with exhaustion from the edging, but wild with a hunger that could only be satisfied with his permission. Your full lips were parted as you panted heavily and he watched as your perfect tits bounced ever so slightly with the heavy rise and fall of your chest. That look in your eye had him ready to unload in his jeans, and he understood perfectly why Frank could never say no to you.

“Please Billy…please…please let me come.”

He knew he wasn’t going to deny you, but he feigned contemplation so that he could hear the way you moaned his name again. It was drenched in need, and had him palming harder at his aching cock. Billy could’ve come just from hearing how good you sounded when you begged. He loved to hear people beg. It caused a power to surge through his veins, being the only one to be able to offer what was needed so badly; being the one that was needed so badly. But getting to hear you beg? It was his new favorite sound.

“Russo ain’t as nice as me, sweetheart. He’s gonna make you work for it, ain’tcha Bill? I reckon he likes how pretty you sound though. Don’t be shy, angel. Let ‘em know how bad you need it.”

Frank rested his cheek against your thigh as he smiled up at you, glancing over at Billy with a knowing look as he chuckled lowly. Billy narrowed his eyes at Frank, knowing exactly what game he was playing, and let out another deep exhale as a whimper of his name from your lips caught his attention.

“Please…Billy…please let me come. Please, I need it-”

“You think you’ve earned it?”

“Yes…yes I’ve been good, Billy-”

“Yes you have, babygirl. You’ve been very good. You’ve been so generous, letting Frank share you like this with me. You wanna paint his pretty face? Bet he’d look even better covered in you. Still wouldn’t be as pretty as you, though.”

“How’s it feel not bein’ the prettiest one in the room, Russo?”

Frank’s lips were stretched in a wide smirk as he rubbed slow circles on your inner thigh, lifting his brows in playful inquisition as he stared at Billy. Shaking his head slowly, Billy undid a few more buttons on his shirt, tugging at the leather of his belt as a smirk curled at the corner of his own mouth.

“She’s been so kind as to share with me, I don’t mind my competition being her. Now put that fuckin’ smart mouth of yours to work, Castle. Give her what she’s earned.”

Frank broke out into a toothy grin as he chuckled, saluting Billy with two of his fingers and a wink before grasping your thighs in his large hands and throwing your legs over his broad shoulders. The sounds that he made while eating your pussy were obscene, and Billy groaned lowly at how loud you got the closer you got to the edge. After unzipping his jeans, he slipped his hand into them to grasp his cock through his briefs, hissing quietly at the contact before giving it a gentle squeeze. Billy was having a hard time settling on what to focus on more; the way Frank’s head moved between your thighs or the looks of absolute fucked out euphoria on your pretty face.

“Be a good girl and come all over his face, darlin’. Can you do that for me?”

“Yes Billy…”

“Good, that’s a very good girl.”

Billy sank his teeth into his bottom lip as he watched your face, subtly moving his hips up against his palm as he groaned lowly. He still wasn’t ready to come yet, even though he really wanted to. He wanted to watch Frank stretch you out with his cock, see just how much you let him get away with when he fucked you stupid, and then he’d get to have his own fun.

The second your orgasm crashed into you like a wave colliding into a cliff, your back arched off the bed, and your loud moans filled the bedroom entirely, luring Billy further into his own greed like a siren’s song. He grunted loudly as he practically forced himself to pull his hand out of his jeans, gripping onto the armrests tightly as he panted, slowly rolling his hips upwards into nothing as Frank stubbornly cleaned the mess between your thighs despite your breathy protests.

Frank didn’t give you more than a minute to calm down before he was kissing his way up your stomach, pausing at your chest to give each of your nipples a gentle bite, before untying your hands from the headboard. He looped the extra fabric around your wrists tightly to keep them bound, wrapping his arm around your waist to manipulate you onto your stomach, grasping at your hips to pull your ass up into the air. Frank’s large hand came down against your ass in a rough smack, and Billy’s eyes lit up as you surged forward and let out a soft whine. Frank had positioned you directly in Billy’s sight, giving him the perfect view of your face and tits.

“Her eyes open?”

“Nah. Think she’s still comin’ down.”

Frank reached forward to grab a fistful of your hair, pulling your head backwards gently to get you to lift your head up, grunting softly as you pressed your ass further into his hard cock.

“There ya go, sweetheart. Look at Bill.”

“Open those pretty eyes, doll. Let me see ‘em.”

Billy’s lips stretched into a wide grin when your eyes fluttered open, sinking back further into the chair to get comfortable.

“There she is.”

“Told Russo we’d give him a show, yeah? You’re gonna keep those eyes open. Want you to watch him while he watches you. You close your eyes, even for a second, he’s gonna tell me, and then I stop. You understand?”

You nodded your head as best as you could, whining softly as Billy shook his head and clicked his tongue against his cheek.

“Don’t tell me he’s fucked you dumb already. You’re a smart girl. Use your words. Do you understand what he said?”

“Yes…understand.”

“Good.”

Billy gave Frank a nod of his head, licking his lips as he finally pushed his jeans and briefs down his thighs to finally let his cock spring free. A soft moan flew past your lips as you watched, and Billy smirked as he collected some of the precum that had leaked onto his stomach to lubricate his palm.

“Like what you see, darlin’?”

“Yes…oh-”

As Frank slowly pushed himself into you from behind, your eyes fluttered closed for a second as you adjusted, only snapping them back open when you heard Billy clear his throat. He arched one of his dark brows in warning, and you gripped onto the sheets as you pleaded with your eyes. He gave you a quick ‘i’ll let that one slide’ wink, wrapping his palm around the base of his needy cock that was begging for attention. He let out a deep, satisfied moan when Frank started to fuck you from behind, moving his hand in sync with Frank’s rhythm.

“Goddamn Frankie, I love to watch you work.”

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