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[zeldafairy]

Lmao, Dean and skincare wasn’t something I’d thought I’d ever read, but here we are. I love it! It made me laugh. 😂

I get her fears though, I’ve felt them too, but I’m glad she communicated her feelings. 💜

Great work, my friend.

Love Your Face

Photos are not mine. They are courtesy of Pinterest/Google.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x F! Reader

Warnings: PG-13 for the most part for the smexy scenes, fluffy bunnies and unicorns, all the smooches.

Word Count: 3.1K-ish

Summary: You come home from lunch and shopping with your friends to find Dean relaxing in an unexpected way.

A/N: Idea was inspired by the bottom left picture. I watched a reel that had Jensen relaxing, and wearing a mud mask. It really made me smile so I ran with it. I hope you like it! And I’d like to thank @bartonsparrow25 for beta reading this, helping me work out the ending and the title. I appreciate you! 🧡

As always, thank you for reading!  I appreciate it so much and comments, reblogs are welcome and encouraged. Don’t be shy to tell me your favorite part. 💕💕 💕

“I’m leavin’, baby!” You shouted loudly so he would hear you over AC/DC’s Back in Black.

You loved watching Dean work, head buried under the hood of the Impala, his strong hands dirty from car grease, and his ass looking as perfect as ever bent over the car while the familiar sound of a socket wrench could be heard coming from under the hood.

The sleeves of his gray Henley were pushed up, showing off his impressive forearms that flexed with every click of the socket wrench and the familiar look of concentration was all over his face as he continued to give Baby a tune up.

You stopped in your tracks just to watch him for a minute.

Inhaling sharply, your thoughts traveled back to early this morning when Dean placed gentle kisses on your bare shoulder and peppered them along your upper back, toward your neck, and found that sweet spot you love so much at the base of your neck where it meets your shoulder. Your lips curled into a warm smile as you remembered the raspy sleepy tone to his voice when he whispered “Good morning, sweetheart.” You felt his warm breath coasting along the outer shell of your ear, sending fresh shivers down your spine as goosebumps danced across your skin.

Because Dean didn’t sleep much, he was always awake and up out of bed before you so you’d always walk into the kitchen and see him enjoying his coffee in peace but he’d always have your cup ready and waiting next to the coffee maker so you never had to look for it. Little gestures like that really showed you how much he loved you and made you love him even more for it.

“You like the view from back there?” Dean asked.

You could tell he had a smirk on his face just from the tone of his voice so you decided to mess with him just a little bit.

“Eh, it’s ok.” You replied, covering your mouth, trying not to laugh.

Dean turned his head to look over his shoulder.

“Ok? What are you talkin’ about, sweetheart? I have a great ass.” Growled Dean.

You had crept up behind him and grabbed his ass with both hands. You purred into his ear, “You’re right, baby. You do have a peach of a heinie.”

Dean turned to face you, resting his backside against the car with your hips pressed against his as you snaked your arms around his neck.

“Careful, baby. I don’t wanna get grease all over you. I’ll just keep my hands to myself.” He said, resting his hands at his sides.

You winked at him and asked, “Well where’s the fun in that?”

Catching the light, his moss green eyes invited you to hold his gaze, and made it impossible to look away. With that smirk still on his face, you wanted to kiss it right off of him but he beat you to it and captured your lips in a soft kiss. His full lips covered yours in an intense kiss with his tongue slipping into your mouth, entangling with yours as you raked your fingers through his soft brown hair, returning his kiss and gently biting down on his lower lip.

“I can work on the car later if you’re gonna kiss me like that.” He said with a sexy smile.

“Do you want pie or not? If you do, you gotta let me go to the store to get the ingredients to make you one.” You said.

His lips curled into a warm smile as he asked, “Okaaaaaay. How long you gonna be gone?”

You had some errands to run today, after having lunch with a couple of friends and finishing your day at the grocery store so you’d probably be gone for a few hours at least.

“Why? You throwin’ a party or somethin’? Just tell the strippers not to get glitter all over the place. That’s my only request, ok? I’ll be back in a few hours…have fun, champ.” You replied, lightly tapping his chest.

That made him chuckle.

You started to pull away when he asked, “Can I have one more kiss?”

The corner of Dean’s mouth turned up into half a smile and with his faded green eyes, he looked at you as if he already missed you and that made it hard for you to say no.

So, with your lips ghosting over his you replied, “Of course you can, handsome.”

Lightly scratching his scalp, you pulled him in closer, gently pressed your lips to his and then, deepening your kiss, gave him something to think about while you were gone. You parted his lips with your tongue, entangling it with his as you chased each other's smiles.

Dean tasted like peppermint and faintly smelled of leather and car grease. The growing bulge in his jeans silently told you he didn’t want you to go but that was the whole point of kissing him like that.

A strangled moan escaped his lips as he shifted his body to accommodate the impressive tent in his pants, trying not to let you know what you were doing to him but you didn’t need to use that as a gauge.

The almost needy noises that fled from his mouth as he kissed you back was what you needed to hear to know that if you wanted him to, he could have his way with you right on the hood of his car.

“So, I’ll see you in a little while? How long we talkin’?” Asked Dean.

You replied, “Two…three hours tops. Have fun workin’ on Baby…baby.”

Turning to walk away, Dean gently slapped you on the ass which caused you to blush and giggle like a teenage girl at a sleepover.

“Three hours tops, right?” Asked Dean.

You wondered why he wanted to know so badly when exactly you were coming home. Maybe he had a surprise for you? Or was he going to cook you dinner? What was he up to?

You smiled, nodded and replied, “Yes baby…three hours max, I promise.”

“Ok, have fun and don’t forget the ingredients for the pie!” He barked.

“Get back to work, Winchester!” You barked back, looking over your shoulder with a wide grin.

With a smile, Dean just shook his head and threw himself back into working on the car.

**********

While at lunch, you kept zoning out of conversations because it was killing you not knowing what Dean was up to. He really wanted to know when exactly you were coming home. And it wasn’t because you thought he was doing something wrong or anything like that but you were just extremely nosey and needed to know.

“Y/n!!” Shouted Cassie.

“Why are you so distracted today?” Lauren asked.

You felt bad. Today was supposed to be fun, catching up with friends, having a nice lunch with a little shopping thrown in but you couldn’t stop yourself from wondering what was going on at home.

“I’m sorry guys. Dean just kept asking how long I was gonna be gone for and I was just wondering why he kept asking. I joked with him about having strippers over but it was just a joke. I know he’d never…” You trailed off.

Feeling extremely guilty for even thinking something like that, you shook the thought right out of your head and your friends tried rationalizing why he would want to know so badly. They had similar thoughts that you had even before leaving today.

“Maybe he has a surprise for you and needs time to set it up.” Said Lauren.

“Or he got you a puppy and he has to go pick it up. Ooh! Maybe he’s building you that bookshelf for your bedroom that you want!” Cassie said excitedly.

Pressing your lips together in a straight line, you glared a little at her as you replied, “In three hours? Not likely, but thanks for trying to make me feel better, guys.”

Lauren placed her hand in yours and said, “Look, both of us can see how much he loves you. It’s in the way he looks at you with those inviting green eyes, that sexy smile, how playful and sweet he is with you…”

Both she and Cassie had a look of puppy love all over their faces which made you chuckle.

“Guys?” You asked with a wide smile.

Stumbling over her words a little, Cassie said, “I-I think our p-point is that Dean loves you and he’d never do anything to hurt you, ok?”

“I’m sure you’re right. He’s just never pushed so hard for when I was gonna be home.” You said with a shrug.

“You DID say you were going to make him a pie.” Said Lauren.

“Oh, you’re right. I did say I would do that, didn’t I.” You remembered.

Cassie playfully slapped you on the shoulder.

“See, we figured it out! Now let’s get outta here and do some shopping!” She said.

Your friends always know how to make you smile.

**********

After a fun visit with your friends, you headed to the grocery store to pick up some essentials and of course the ingredients to make a pie for Dean. The only decision you needed to make was what kind of pie.

When it came to pie, Dean didn’t really have an exact favorite. You were convinced he loved all pie equally so you decided to let the pie roulette wheel land on banana cream.

Since it was later in the day, the grocery store wasn’t busy which you were very thankful for. The last thing you wanted to do was wait in a long line and be shoulder to shoulder with people walking up and down the aisles.

You were actually a little early when you pulled into the driveway, you could see that Baby was clean and waxed. It was clear that Dean had been busy since you were gone and he wasn’t outside so your guess was that he was either out back on the deck enjoying a beer after his day taking care of the Impala or he was relaxing inside.

With bags in hand, you thought you heard the bathroom door close when you walked inside but you called out for him anyway. You needed help with the groceries.

“Dean?!! Can you help me, please?!” You said with a raised voice.

You could hear him fumbling around in the bathroom and along with that, came the familiar sound of “Son of a bitch!”

Shaking your head and laughing, you knocked gently on the bathroom door.

“Dean? Baby? You ok?” You asked.

With panic in his voice, he replied, “Uh, yeah…yeah sweetheart, just uh, gimme a second here…shit!”

What was he doing in there?

You needed to know so you knocked a little harder and louder.

“Dean? Open the door.” You commanded.

“I don’t want to. You shouldn’t see me like this!” He replied with a growl.

You forcefully grabbed the door handle and tried to open it but it was still locked.

“Dean Winchester, you open this door right now or you can kiss your banana cream pie, goodbye!!” You shouted.

The fumbling stopped and it was suddenly really quiet on the other side of the door.

“Alright…I’m coming out.” He said, sheepishly.

He unlocked and opened the door. You took one look at his face and burst out laughing. Apparently, Dean had used his time alone to do some at-home skin care because he was standing in front of you with one of your peel-off charcoal masks on his face.

“It won’t come off.” He said with his bottom lip stuck out a little.

You could not stop laughing. Bracing yourself against the wall, you finally managed to get a grip and reply, “Wait…THIS is why you wanted to know how long I would be gone for?! So you could do a 10 step skin care routine?!!”

“Alright baby, it’s not THAT funny!” He said with his voice full of embarrassment.

“Oh I beg to differ, my love. It really is THAT funny!” You replied.

Dean was incredibly embarrassed but then the corners of his mouth curled up slightly and he started to chuckle right along with you.

“Well, can you help me?!” He begged.

Pushing him back into the bathroom, you replied, “I’m sorry, baby. I’ll help you. Look, it’s a PEEL off mask, not a wash off one.”

You started at the edge of his face and as gently as possible began to peel the mask off, Dean wincing the closer you got to his nose and close to his hair.

“OW! Son of a bitch!” He bellowed.

“Oh quit being a baby, Winchester. It’s not that bad. Besides, beauty is pain.” You said snickering, getting the last of the mask off of his face.

“Well, why doesn’t it say that on the tube then?” He growled.

The tube was sitting on the edge of the sink. You picked it up and pointed to the part where it said “peel off.”

“Oh it doesn’t? Then what does this say?” You said sarcastically.

Embarrassed again, he replied, “Oh…”

“Look at you! You look even more handsome than when I left! It must be the skincare!” You joked.

Dean pressed his lips together, glared at you, and started to walk away. Grabbing onto his shirt, you tried to stop him.

“Ok baby, baby…I’m sorry!” You said, chasing after him.

Dean walked into the kitchen and started to unpack the groceries from the bag but you stopped him in the middle of it.

“Dean…hey, I’m sorry baby. I’m sorry.” You said, snaking your arms around his neck.

He still looked pretty irritated and he didn’t really want to look you in the eyes. You felt a little bad for poking fun at him but it really was supposed to be all in good fun.

“You finished?” He snapped, finally meeting your gaze.

Lightly scraping his scalp, you said softly, “Yes, I’m done. Aaaaaand I’m sorry but I can honestly say that this was not on my list of things you would be doing when I got home today, baby. It had been on my mind all day, actually.”

Confused, he looked down at you and asked, “Well…what did you think I was doin’? You didn’t think I’d ACTUALLY invite strippers over, did you?”

“No! Well…I dunno. You just kept asking how long I was gonna be gone for and really making sure so I…I didn’t know what to think. It’s stupid and my friends reminded me that you kinda like me and I have no reason not to trust you.” You said with a shy smile.

“You know I love you more than anything. I’d never do anything to hurt you, sweetheart. Not on purpose, anyway.” Said Dean in a soft tone. “And they’re right…I do kinda like you. I love you.”

Dean gave you a wink and inched his face closer until his lips found yours. He parted your lips with his tongue, slowly pushing past your teeth so it could tangle with yours and so he could savor the taste of you, which caused you to let out a quiet whine.

He knew what he was doing to you.

Before you knew what was happening, his hands were suddenly under your ass as he lifted you off your feet and gently set you down on the counter.

You pulled away to look at his handsome face, his muted green eyes and the sprinkling of freckles across his nose…you still couldn’t believe he was all yours, and you also loved him more than anything.

“I love you too, Dean...” You said with a warm smile, lightly brushing his cheeks with your thumbs.

You knew you shouldn’t, but you had to mess with him one more time.

“Your pores look smaller too, baby.” You said playfully examining his nose, followed by a soft giggle.

“Oh you think you’re sooooooo funny, don’t you.” Dean replied, reaching for your ticklish spots at your sides.

His hands were too fast for you but you tried to deflect them anyway.

“Dean!! C’mon, you know how ticklish I am!” You exclaimed. “Ok! Ok! I won’t say anything anymore about it.”

Dean stopped and glared at you because he knew you had something else to say.

“I won’t say anything about it for five minutes.” You said, followed by a maniacal laugh.

With his strong hands resting on your thighs, Dean’s lips once again collided with yours as you cupped his cheeks while his hands traveled from your thighs to your butt, which caused you to smile and hum against his lips.

“Sweetheart? Can I ask you somethin’?” Asked Dean.

Placing quick kisses on his cheeks, you replied, “Sure handsome, what is it?”

“I just wanna make sure I heard you right…Did you say banana cream pie?” He asked, holding up one finger.

Purring into his ear, you replied, “Yes I did.”

He let out a low guttural moan and swallowed hard, followed by a shy smile.

“I thought that’s what you said. Can you make it soon? Please?” He asked softly, placing gentle kisses along your jawline.

Snaking your arms around his neck again, you replied, “Tell ya what…since the pie has to chill in the fridge for awhile, I will help you finish your skincare routine. I’ll do it with you, ok?”

Hesitant at first, Dean waited for you to start laughing again but you didn’t. You just gave him a warm smile and another quick kiss on the lips.

“You’re not messin’ with me?” He quipped.

Shaking your head, you replied, “Nah…not this time, baby. I’ll help you…use my gentle touch.”

“Well, you do have a gentle touch, sweetheart.” He said with a wink.

Jumping off the counter, you said excitedly, “I’ll start on that pie now, baby.”

With the look of an excited child on Christmas morning, he lightly tapped you on the ass and impatiently waited as you started to get out all the ingredients for the pie.

He couldn’t wait and neither could you.

*********

You spent the evening sitting on Dean’s lap, talking, laughing, and showing him the rest of a skincare routine he would probably never do again. But he also allowed you to massage his face, gently press serum and moisturizer into his skin while he sat there looking like he almost enjoyed it.

He didn’t have any worries about monsters, angels, demons, heaven or hell…not anymore.

Dean was relaxed and content, which were two things that had eluded him for his entire life. You were convinced that as long as he was happy, he would let you do whatever you wanted, including him with skincare. He’d gladly let it happen and he’d do it with a smile.

There was a reason he was so happy and it wasn’t just that he wasn’t hunting anymore or even that there was a banana cream pie chilling in the fridge just for him. It was the fact that he had a relatively normal life…and he had you to thank for that.

You showed him that he was good enough and that’s all he had ever wanted. He finally grabbed onto it and he was never going to let it go.

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[zeldafairy]

Oh man. The "We're not like them, are we?" really hit ne hard. I've always tried not to be like my father, and so I understand the sentiment. Billy's a good father, and I think it's because of all the love and support Reader gives him. I loved this Ericca! ❤️

Father’s Day

Photos are not mine. They are courtesy of Pinterest/Google.

Pairing: Tattoo Artist Billy Russo x F! Reader

Warnings: Mostly fluffy bunnies and unicorns and some PG-13 smexy time. Mentions of abandonment.

Word Count: 2.4K-ish

Summary: It’s Billy’s first Father’s Day with two kids and Little Raven told her mother she wanted to do something special for her Dad

A/N: This was a request from my darling friend @jvanilly who has followed this series from the get-go. Thank you for the ask and I hope you like what I did here. Oh and thank you @bartonsparrow25 for beta reading this one for me and for helping me with the moodboard pics! You’re the best! ♥️ Part of The Sweetest Pain Series.

As always, thank you for reading!  I appreciate it so much and comments, reblogs are welcome and encouraged. Don’t be shy to tell me your favorite part. 💕💕 💕

The kids were asleep, your company had gone home, and the dishwasher had completed its cycle. The house was finally completely silent.

After your shower, you went looking for Billy. Since he wasn’t in your bedroom, you knew there was a pretty good chance that he was in his art studio. You noticed a warm light coming from the next room as you tiptoed into the doorway. Leaning against the doorframe as you tended to do when you tried to sneak up on him, always failing miserably, you saw he was just staring at something that you couldn’t quite make out.

“Always tryin’ to sneak up on me, huh sweet girl?” He asked softly.

You smiled and replied, “Maybe I’ll get you one day.”

“Not likely, baby. But I’m not gonna stop you from tryin’.” Said Billy.

“Whatcha lookin’ at, handsome?” You asked, wrapping your arms around his torso.

Billy reached out and pulled the picture off the wall. It was one of the first art projects Anna had done at daycare. It was two upside down hand prints and above them, it said “Best Daddy, Hands Down.”

“Remember this?” Billy asked with a slight smile.

Your lips curled into a smile.

“Awww, your first homemade Father’s Day present.” You replied. “She was so excited to give it to you. I think she was two.”

“Never thought I’d ever become a father.” Whispered Billy.

It wasn’t that long ago that your husband was just your tattoo artist and friend. Now, several years and two kids later, he was still adjusting to the fact that he was a husband and he now had two smaller pieces of him that he was trying his hardest to be a good father to.

“Tomorrow will be your first father’s day with TWO kids. I know Dylan made you something at daycare and Little Raven showed me what she made for you in preschool.” You said, clasping your hands together behind Billy’s neck.

Billy touched his forehead to yours. It was always such a comfort for him when he did because it made him feel safe and it was a sign of trust between the two of you. Gently, he pressed his lips to yours and snaked his hands around your waist, pulling you flush to his body as the warmth radiated through his black t-shirt against your soft skin.

“I love you.” Said Billy in a hushed tone.

Your lips curled into a warm smile and replied, “I love you too, baby.”

Billy’s dark chocolate eyes looked worrisome.

“Am I a good father, sweet girl?” He asked with a slight hitch in his voice.

You delicately raked your nails against his scalp as he relaxed his shoulders and rested his hands on your hips.

“Of course you are, Billy. I know Dylan is still really young but both of the kids are always so happy to see you when you come home from work. No matter how tired you are, you never brush them off. You sit and draw with Anna or watch a movie with her, you make funny noises to try and make Dylan laugh. They love you, baby. You’re a great dad.” You replied, brushing his beard with your thumb.

A shy smile stretched across Billy’s lips. He’d never admit it but he loved the praise you gave him, loved to hear that he was doing a good job, and that you and the kids just adored him. His smile was all of the admission you needed to see.

“I think I’m ready for bed now, beautiful.” Said Billy with a wink.

You knew what that meant.

“Race ya, lieutenant!” You exclaimed.

As you turned to run out of the room, Billy hip checked you to get out of the room first and make it to your bedroom before you could even get out of his studio.

He was sitting on the edge of the bed when you walked in with a slight scowl on your face. Billy was hyper competitive and he’d never, under any circumstances, let anyone win, not even his four-year-old daughter. So he definitely wasn’t going to let you win a foot race to the bedroom.

Glaring at him, pointing one finger in the air, you rhetorically asked him, “Did you just HIP CHECK me, Mr. Russo?”

“Well, you would have won if I didn’t.” He said, flashing you that million-dollar smile and inching up toward the middle of the bed.

“Oh you are sooooooo lucky you’re cute, my love.” You replied, straddling him.

Billy’s hands immediately traveled to your ass, as he gently nipped along your jaw and down the sides of your neck. He mapped the rest of your body with his talented fingers, sending sharp tingles down your spine as he grazed the soft skin of your lower back.

“You know I can’t just LET you win, sweet girl. Can I make it up to you?” He asked, as he pressed his lips against the sculpted hollow of your throat.

“I’m listening…how?” You asked, pushing his hair back that had tumbled into his eyes.

His lips collided with yours, parting them with his tongue to tangle with yours as he rolled until you were underneath him and his hips were pressed firmly against you.

“What if I hip check you in a different way?” He asked, gently thrusting his hips against you.

Billy’s hardening length pressed against your core as he peppered gentle kisses down your neck. A wet spot immediately formed on your panties and his hand traveled along your outer thigh while goosebumps erupted across your exposed skin.

His lips were suddenly on yours again.

Smiling against his lips, you said, “I suppose I can allow that. I love you, Billy.”

The corners of his mouth curled into a warm smile as Billy replied, “I love you too, my little firecracker.”

And with another kiss, he covered your body with his own.

**********

While putting Anna to bed last night, you reminded her that the next day was Father’s Day and that you all should do something special for Billy to which she suggested making him breakfast. Little Raven had always been an early riser so when she woke up the next morning, she quietly crept into your bedroom to wake you up, being very careful not to wake her father.

A lot of children were very heavy on their feet even just walking but not Anna. Like her father, she was very light on her feet and she was up even before Dylan. It was very early but it was the perfect time to start breakfast.

“Coffee is the most important part, right Mommy?” She asked, pointing at the coffee maker.

She learned that from her dad.

“Did Daddy tell you that, Little Raven?” You asked with a slight smile, picking up the stepstool and placing it on the floor next to the counter.

Anna answered, “Daddy said if you don’t have it, you a bear.”

She flashed a sly smile at you like she was getting away with saying something bad.

You couldn’t help but chuckle because he wasn’t wrong but he was just as bad with needing a caffeine boost every morning so you made sure that coffee was the first thing you prepared. Of course you let Little Raven push the button.

“Well, Daddy isn’t wrong. Mommy does love her coffee but so does Daddy. Breakfast is gonna taste extra yummy because you helped me make it. You ready?” You asked.

Anna squealed with excitement and clapped her hands.

“Ready, Mommy!”

Placing your finger in front of your lips, you said, “Sssshhhh, let’s try and keep quiet so Daddy and Dylan can sleep some more, ok?”

Little Raven whispered back with a big smile, “Ok, Mommy.”

Even when Anna could barely walk, she always wanted to help you with whatever you were doing so she was very excited to help make her dad his Father’s Day breakfast.

She helped you line up the bacon on the baking sheet, getting it ready to bake in the oven. She sprayed water everywhere after you showed her how to rinse the strawberries and then she wanted to make pancakes.

“Daddy likes pancakes. Look how big this one is, Mommy!” She said excitedly.

“Yes, that is a big one, isn’t it. See how the bubbles are popping right there? That’s how you know it’s time to flip it, ready?” You asked, guiding the spatula in her little hands, getting ready to turn it over.

“Ready!” Said Anna.

“Aaaaaaand….Ta-da! Good job, baby girl!” You said with praise.

She was so excited.

“I did it!” Shouted Anna.

Just as you added the pancake to the pile, Billy walked into the kitchen carrying Dylan.

“What’s goin’ on in here?” Asked Billy with a wide smile.

Anna’s face lit up, her smile stretched from ear to ear as she took off running toward her dad. Grabbing onto his leg, she squeezed him tightly.

“HI DADDY!!” She said, her tiny voice was full of excitement.

You took Dylan so Billy could pick up Anna.

“Hey, little miss. What are you and Mommy doin’?” Billy asked, kissing Anna on the forehead.

“Remember what we practiced this morning, Little Raven?” You asked.

She nodded and you both said simultaneously, “HAPPY FATHER’S DAY, DADDY!”

“Me and Mommy made you breffast!” Said Anna.

Billy’s lips curled into a wide smile as he replied, “It smells sooooo good, baby. Did you make coffee too?”

“I pushed the button! Don’t worry, Mommy had some.” She said, then loudly whispered into Billy’s ear, “She’s not a bear.”

You and Billy got a good laugh out of that one.

“Yes, thank you for telling our child that I can be a bit grouchy without my coffee, baby. I appreciate that.” You said.

Billy inched closer to you, “I’ll take it back if you can tell me it’s not true.”

“Well I can’t do that but neither can you, handsome.” You said, kissing him on the cheek as the bristles of his beard tickled your lips.

“Very true, my love.” He said with a wink.

Anna eagerly asked, “You ready to eat, Daddy?”

“I am, little miss. I’m starving.” Replied Billy, placing her back onto the floor.

Watching Billy eat breakfast with his children warmed your heart, made you smile, and even had you laughing at times. Anna tried sneaking pieces of bacon off of her father’s plate while Billy was feeding Dylan his scrambled eggs which he was still very skeptical of but reluctantly ate them anyway.

With a lot of help from his daycare teachers, Dylan made Billy a picture. It was his hand print made into a fish with a fishing pole next to it that said “Hooked on Daddy.” At the bottom was his name and the date.

Billy’s present from Anna was a rock that she painted and her teachers helped her paint “Dad Rocks” on it. On the other side was her name and the date.

He loved his gifts and Anna loved giving him his present. The innocence and pure joy in her eyes that were just like her father’s was a memory that would stay with you forever. You were both trying very hard to be good parents to your children because you and Billy knew what it was like to have mothers that didn’t deserve to be celebrated in any way.

They were both selfish and had abandoned their children because you weighed them down in one way or another and you never ever wanted to do that to your own children. You didn’t ever want them to know what that feels like, how it stays with you no matter how much you say you’ve moved on, and how it still hurts when you think about what they did to you.

You didn’t want that for them.

“You like your breffast, Daddy?” Asked Little Raven.

Billy answered with a smile, “I do, baby. You and Mommy did such a good job and thank you for my rock.”

“You rock, Daddy.” She said, flashing her father’s smile right back at him.

Billy was speechless. The praise you gave him yesterday was reinforced by his eldest child, the one who made him a father, his little girl.

“Thank you, baby girl.” He replied with a hitch in his voice.

Anna turned to you and asked, “I go color now, Mommy?”

“Yes, baby. You can go color. Wipe your hands first.” You replied.

You gave Billy a sly smile, a smile that silently said “I told you so.”

“I know that look, sweet girl. Go ahead, say it.” Said Billy.

Dylan was still in his high chair when you moved over to sit in Billy’s lap.

“I told you that you were a good dad. You believe me now, handsome?” You asked, gently pressing your lips to his.

Billy returned your kiss, tangling his fingers in your hair, and he smiled against your lips. As you raked your fingers against his scalp, he relaxed his shoulders and buried his head like a cat into where your neck meets your shoulder.

“Maybe a little.” Said Billy.

You questioned, “A little? Your daughter just told you that you rock and you got our little man to eat all of his eggs today. Most of the time, I can’t get him to do that. So you should believe me, my love…and believe your kids.”

Billy was quiet, at a loss for words, and thinking about what he wanted to say.

“We’re not like them are we, sweet girl.” He said in a relieved tone.

And by “them,” you knew who he was referring to.

Your mother had abandoned you in a similar yet different way than Billy’s. She left you and your brother to be raised by your father and started a new family with a new husband and a new baby. Even though your relationship was better today, that feeling of loneliness or “why wasn’t I enough,” was always there and always would be there.

You and Billy weren’t perfect parents, no one is. You’ve made mistakes but you wanted to be better than they were to you. And your children were proof that you were doing a pretty good job so far.

They were happy.

You replied with a warm smile, “No we’re not, baby. We’re nothing like them.”

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You nailed it, love. I absolutely loved this. The way they worked together, and the dialogue was *chefs kiss* she’s as much as a badass as Billy. I always got the feeling Billy liked strong woman, mostly because of his admiration of Madani. Great work, my friend. 💜

Same but Different

Photos are not mine. They are courtesy of Pinterest/Google.

Pairing: Billy Russo x F! Reader

Warnings: Some swearing, Billy and reader exhibit violent behavior, vigilante justice, knife violence, smooches

Word Count: 3.9K-ish

Summary: You have finally met your match, your partner in crime, and you work together to try and find out who’s coming after you and why.

A/N: My darling friend, Katherine, came to me with this idea and thought I could be the one to bring it to life. I love that you entrusted me with your idea and thought enough of me that I could do it justice. Thank you for that and I hope you like what I did here.

I also removed some people from my tag list, ones that don’t really interact anymore or that I haven’t heard from in awhile. I keep my master lists pretty up to date so you know where to go to read them if you’d like. No sense in tagging people that really aren’t interested anymore.

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Billy loved to watch you work.

The way your delicate yet capable fingers firmly gripped the gun in your hand, the muzzle of your weapon pressed securely to the woman’s temple, and how you held your love’s gaze while simultaneously hissing into your prisoner’s ear were all such a turn on for him.

Slowly, Billy leaned over to place his hands on his knees, his rich coffee colored eyes shined like polished obsidian as a devilish smile stretched across his lips and he winked at you before speaking softly yet very directly at your captive.

“My wife is waiting for you to answer her questions. She’s a lot more patient than she should be so I suggest you answer her before I start cutting your fingers off.” Growled Billy.

Billy tilted the woman’s chin up with his ka-bar so he could look her in the eyes but your prisoner kept her eyes aimed at the dirty cement floor, she had a frightened look on her face and her breathing was shallow. Small beads of sweat had gathered on her forehead as the blade gently scratched along the smooth skin of the woman’s jaw.

The friction between the blade and your prisoner’s face made a soft grating noise that would make probably anyone else’s skin erupt with goosebumps but not yours. For you, it caused your lips to curl into a sinister smile to match Billy’s.

You were enjoying this but your patience was starting to wear thin.

**********

Billy is extremely handsome, very charming and you were smitten with him from the moment you stepped into that room full of possible new recruits at Anvil and by the look on his face, he was infatuated with you too.

He would purposely watch you train to see if you were as impressive as your resume said you were. Your opponents during training never heard you coming because of how light you were on your feet, just like Billy and he was quite impressed with your fighting skills although the job you were coming from didn’t really require much hand to hand combat but you took advantage of every opportunity you could to make yourself a more well-rounded Homeland Security Agent.

You had hoped your job as a counterintelligence agent at DHS would prove to be a great asset to Billy and his company if he decided to hire you. Billy secretly, only at first, loved how intelligent you were and he hated to admit that you were smarter than him but you hoped it would work to his and your advantage when it came to working for Anvil.

Billy wanted to hire you regardless of how he felt about you, how he told himself it was a bad idea although you were too good for him to just let you go back to your old job. He had a difficult time trying to figure out how to tell you working for him wasn’t going to work out or even tell you why he really shouldn’t hire you.

You knew better too. How could you work for someone who you were deeply attracted to, someone who was just as impressive personally as he was professionally, and made your stomach flutter equally as much with a smile as he did with an evil growl.

“Thank you for coming in, Miss y/l/n and for the time you spent training here and out in the field, letting me observe you to see what you’re capable of. I’m just not sure Anvil is the right place for you.” He had said, in a slightly disappointing tone.

You inched a little closer to him, closing the gap between your bodies. Billy’s office door was closed and locked so you didn’t have to worry about saying anything that others could hear.

“I’m sorry to hear that, Mr. Russo. Could you tell me why?” You asked.

Your hands began to shake slightly as you waited for an answer.

“I’d rather n-not say. It’s a little embarrassing.” He replied.

Again, you inched closer until you were sharing the same air.

You asked, “Is it because you’re attracted to me?”

You quickly glanced down at the floor because you didn’t want him to see you blush before meeting his gaze once again.

“Because you can’t possibly be attracted to me as much as I’m attracted to you. Everything you do turns me on from watching you shoot, to one on one hand to hand combat.” You said, reluctantly.

Billy started to say, “Miss y/l/n, I—“

“And I see something in you and you can tell me to go to hell, tell me that I’m wrong but I can see that you love your work, but you also love hurting people that have done harm to others, it gets inside you…lights you up. I know that feeling well because I have it too. I could be an asset to Anvil and…to you.” You purred.

Your breath abandoned your mouth with a sharp exhale when you finally came clean about your feelings for Billy. A wave of penetrating desire coursed through your body as your mouth went dry waiting for him to say something…anything.

There was only a breath of room between your bodies as Billy’s mouth tipped up into half a smile and you waited for anything that could ease the dryness of your mouth.

He suddenly covered your mouth with his own, you choked on your need for him as he growled against your lips, parting them with his tongue, slipping it in between your teeth to tangle with yours.

This was so much better than in your dreams.

As you snaked your arms around his neck, Billy pulled you flush to his body, his strong, agile fingers digging into your hips before wrapping tightly around your back. Gently tugging on his raven colored hair, your kisses became more aggressive, all tongue and teeth with Billy matching your energy, softly growling against your mouth and gently wrapping his hand around your throat like a necklace.

He peppered kisses up and down the sculpted hollow of your throat and along the sides of your neck while shudders of exquisite electricity shot along your spine.

“I understand, Mr. Russo. Thank you for giving me an opportunity to train with you here.” You purred into his ear while tightly embracing him.

Cupping your cheeks, Billy replied in a harsh whisper, “You’re not wrong, y/n. I do enjoy it, the hunt…the kill, and the clandestine nature of it all. I could teach you so much more than you already know. You have a hunger for it too, don’t you.”

He paused. His presence was firm, comforting, almost protective in a way but it wasn’t easy for Billy to say how he was feeling and you could feel the warmth from his body through his sharp white dress shirt.

“For the people who need to pay for their crimes, yes Mr. Russo. I crave it.” You admitted.

Billy licked his bottom lip, his mouth curled into a sly smile, and with his dark chocolate eyes locked onto yours, he asked, “Will you have dinner with me? Maybe we can figure something out.”

You kissed him hard as your fingers glided through his dark brown hair.

With a half-smile, you replied, “I’d love to.”

**********

You kept your job with DHS until you and Billy got married which is when he brought you aboard at Anvil so you were coordinating your own contractor teams by day but at night it was just you and your husband against a world that didn’t want you to succeed and against a system that didn’t always get it right.

Billy was so turned on watching you do what you do best and you did it even better now with him as your instructor. Now, you were even more proficient in long range shooting, definitely much better with a ka-bar, and it was the same when you watched him be the perfect soldier that he was.

Billy did have one blemish on his perfect record that he wore proudly. He formed an attachment, he fell for you, and you fell for him…hard. Your relationship was nothing short of intense but you brought out the best in him and a side of him that he only allowed you to see.

You had enough patience for the both of you and it was put to good use when he would emotionally shut down or had a hard time expressing how he felt. It was one of the ways that set you apart from Billy and what made him fall in love with you.

You were the same but different and there wasn’t anything you wouldn’t do for your husband which included killing anyone that wanted to take him away from you.

**********

She came for Billy after hours, after everyone had gone home for the night. She somehow knew he stayed late sometimes to finish paperwork but she wasn’t as light on her feet like she thought she was. She thought the soft warm glow coming from the lamp in Billy’s office would lead her straight to him but instead, it led her to the other Russo.

If you had gone home a few minutes earlier, you probably would have missed her altogether. Instead, while packing up for the night, you heard footsteps coming toward Billy’s office so you quickly hid behind the door with your weapon out.

Being careful not to breathe and with your heart racing and beating loudly in your ears, the door opened and slowly the muzzle of a gun appeared from behind the door.

Calmly and firmly, you said, “Don’t you move or I’ll fuckin’ kill ya. Drop it…NOW!”

“This is none of your business. I’m lookin’ for Billy Russo.” She said.

You replied, “Well, Billy Russo is my husband so you have made it my business and I said…DROP IT.”

Her gun fell to the floor, you kicked it away, and told her to put her hands behind her back.

Underneath Anvil's main floors was a sublevel bunker which is where you took her and it was a place where no one would be able to hear her if she called for help. As you zip-tied her hands and feet to a chair, you gave her every opportunity to say why she was coming to try and kill Billy and who sent her but she was staying quiet.

Resting your gun just under her chin, you whispered, “You don’t wanna talk to me, huh? You sure about that, darlin’ because I’m about to make a phone call, the result of which will be a lot worse for you than if you just talk to me.”

She remained silent.

“Ok…have it your way.” You said with a devilish grin.

You pressed the call button and held your phone to your ear. He answered on the first ring.

“Hey beautiful, you ok? I thought you were meeting me at home after you were done?” Said Billy in a concerned tone.

You replied, “I know my love but something came up and I need your help. We have a bit of a rodent problem and I’m afraid there might be more than the one I found.”

“On my way. You’re at the office?” Asked Billy.

It was quiet on both ends for a minute before you replied, “Actually, I need you to meet me at our spot.”

Billy knew exactly what that meant.

“Just let me change clothes, I’ll be there in 15. You’re ok, right? You’re not hurt?” He asked.

Crouched down in front of your prisoner, your lips curled into a wide smile and as you looked directly into her eyes, you replied, “I’m fine, handsome…just fine.”

**********

Billy charged through the door, dressed in black jeans, boots and a green Henley waffle knit shirt, gun drawn, relieved to see you were actually alright and you didn’t just say you were over the phone.

He put his gun away, cupped both of your cheeks as his lips crashed onto yours, kissing you like he hadn’t seen you in a week.

When you were finally able to come up for air, you said in a comforting tone, “I’m alright, baby. I’m alright.” You turned toward your prisoner, “This one however, is not. She won’t talk, my love.”

“Well, we’ll have to fix that, won’t we sweet girl.” Said Billy in his signature silvery tone along with a Cheshire cat smile. “You made her bleed gooooood, baby. Still wouldn’t talk, huh?”

Biting down on your lower lip, you shook your head as you crept up behind her, leaned down and softly in her ear, you replied, “Nope.” You emphasized the P.

“Ya know, I asked the basics, ‘who are you?’ ‘Why are you here?’ ‘Who sent you?’ But yeah, I guess she’d rather get punched in the face than answer me.” You hissed.

“Did you tell her what would happen if she didn’t talk?” Asked Billy.

With an excited smile, you replied, “I figured you could do that part, baby. I know you really like it.”

Your prisoner’s lip began to quiver as your warm breath brushed against the shell of her ear, “You’re gonna love this, darlin’. Go ahead, Billy. Tell her.”

Billy removed his ka-bar from the sheath, the incredibly sharp tip was pointed directly at her throat as she swallowed hard and tears formed in her bright blue eyes.

“My wife is waiting for you to answer her questions. She’s a lot more patient than she should be so I suggest you answer her before I start cutting your fingers off.”

The sinful noise that escaped your lips after hearing Billy utter those words had you clenching your thighs together. His soft yet commanding tone resonated throughout your whole body and you weren’t even ashamed that he could probably make you come just by saying things like that.

With your lips pressed against her cheek and your teeth grazing her skin, you practically moaned in her ear, “He makes me so wet when he talks like that. Tell ya what…we’ll make it a little easier on ya. We’ll ask you a couple ‘yes’ or ‘no’ questions and if we believe you, we’ll let you keep your tongue.”

Looking over at Billy, you asked, “What should we ask her first, my love?”

“Do you think my wife looks pretty tonight?” Asked Billy.

With a slight eye roll, you started to say, “Billy…”

“I think she looks beautiful, don’t you?” Billy asked again with a sly grin.

“Focus baby, she came to try and kill you, ya know.” You said.

Billy’s grin disappeared as he asked, “Did Fisk send you?”

The tears that had welled up in her eyes finally fell and left tracks down her cheeks as Billy moved his ka-bar from her throat to her fingers that were grasping the arms of the chair.

Her chest nervously expanded and contracted with each shallow breath, the mascara mixed together with her tears, leaving black marks underneath her eyes every time she blinked.

You purposely didn’t cover her mouth so she could be a little more relaxed and free to answer your questions without tape getting in the way but she just aggressively shook her head.

“He’ll know if you’re lying to him. Is that your final answer?” You asked as the blade grazed the skin of her finger.

She finally spoke, “Yes! I promise it wasn’t Fisk!”

Billy went down a laundry list of names he thought could have hired her as there were quite a few that didn’t appreciate you and Billy interfering in their “businesses” and trying to keep crime in the city at a minimum.

“Alright, that’s enough ‘yes’ or ‘no’ questions. Tell me now!” Growled Billy.

Through shallow breathing, the woman picked her head up and pleaded, “I can’t! He’ll kill me!”

“I don’t think you’ll have to worry about that because I’ll kill you before anyone else can!” Billy hissed in her face. “I will not ask again!”

“Come on, sweetheart. Just give us the name. My husband hasn’t even begun to torture you yet and believe me when I say that you’ll wish I just shot and killed you compared to what he’ll do to you.”

He positioned the blade at the base of her trigger finger.

“I really can’t, Mr. Russo! PLEASE!” She begged.

Without another warning, Billy’s ka-bar cut through her finger like a hot knife through butter. He barely needed to push down before she cried out in pain and before he moved onto the next finger, she was ready to talk.

“RAWLINS!! It was Rawlins.” She confessed as a fresh sob tore through her chest.

From behind, you purred into her ear, “See, that wasn’t so hard was it? Rawlins has no use for you now that your trigger finger is gone.”

After you kissed her on the cheek, you walked over to Billy and looked up at him through your long dark lashes. He traced the outside of his lips with his thumb and forefinger and folded his arms across his chest, thinking about what he wanted to do next.

“That piece of shit, been trying to get me to do his dirty work for him for a long time and I always tell him no. He thinks that because he’s government that he can just get anyone to do what he wants.” Said Billy.

He touched the blade to the middle finger and said, “You’re not the only one, are you. Tell me now!”

She shook her head while uttering, “No…no I’m not. He sent one for her too…to your penthouse.”

Billy’s eyes darkened, the muscles in his jaw tightened, and through gnashed teeth he hissed, “He sent someone after my wife?”

Before she could answer, Billy pulled his gun and shot her directly in the forehead.

Billy promised he would never let anything happen to you, that he would do whatever it took to keep you safe because you were the only thing that mattered to him. The world could burn down all around him and as long as he had you, it was alright.

If someone was threatening him, he could handle that, he was used to it but if someone was coming after you then they were going to die and their body will never be found. You knew that. Billy Russo does not bluff.

He was laser focused, to the point where he didn’t even hear you talking to him.

“BILLY!!” You shouted, finally getting his attention.

He stopped and as he rolled his shoulder, he gave you a look that you’ve never seen before. Rage scorched behind his liquid brown eyes as he wrestled with the thought of someone hurting you or taking you away from him…and he was terrified.

“No one’s taking you away from me, especially not that fuckin’ coward. He’s a fuckin’ dead man and anyone else that’s working for him. They’re all dead. I want you to stay here. I’ll get Frankie to come help you clean this up.” He said calmly.

He wanted you to stay here? That wasn’t going to happen.

Billy threw on his black leather jacket and tried to leave but you stopped him by pulling on his shirt.

“Whoa, whoa soldier! Where do you think you’re going?” You asked in a commanding tone.

“I need him dead and I’m the one who’s gonna kill him, baby.” Replied Billy.

You pulled him in close, gripping his shirt tightly so he knew you weren’t going to let him go without a fight. Your hands traveled up to cup his cheeks and as you brushed his beard with your thumbs, you said, “Oh not without me, you’re not!”

“I don’t have time to argue with you, sweet girl.” Said Billy.

You stopped him long enough to help him focus his gaze on yours.

“Baby, look at me.” You demanded.

“I’m not gonna lose you, my love. You’ll be safe here.” Billy said.

He wasn’t even thinking about himself. What about the fact that they threatened to take away the love of your life too, and how you were also trying to hold in the rage you felt toward Rawlins.

Billy was the one person you could be your true self around and who didn’t judge you for thinking that people who did the most horrific crimes should have to pay for them…with their lives. You wanted Rawlins to suffer, you wanted him to be in pain, and you wanted him to be killed slowly and very intimately.

You wanted to be with Billy when he confronted him and the world would be a better place by making sure Rawlins couldn’t hurt anyone else ever again.

“I’m not gonna lose you either but you said we would do things together, that we were a team, and that you trusted me with your life and your heart. I told you that you don’t have to be alone anymore so let’s do this together…please?” You begged.

You were using his own words against him which was a little unfair but it was working. Billy relaxed his shoulders as he let out a long exhale and gently touched his forehead to yours. He was so accustomed to being alone in every aspect of his life that he needed constant reminding that you were there to help him.

Billy couldn’t remember a time in his life where he wasn’t inside a constricting vice of loneliness, squeezing his heart just enough to keep him in an endless state of pain.

As a child, Billy’s innocence and light had been overshadowed and replaced by a darkness that others might have never returned from. There is only so much a person can take before they break but he never did and no one would have blamed him if he did.

Billy worked hard, first as a soldier then as a CEO. Building a business from the ground up was not easy and to do it without shortcuts or owing anyone favors was even more difficult but he accomplished what he set out to do and you were just the cherry on top.

He finally found someone that he could just be himself around, just like he was for you, who let him open up when he was ready and he knew the love and support you gave him would never change which is why he always wanted you to stay safe. You were it for him. There was no one else.

Billy cupped your cheeks as hell burned behind his doll-like eyes. He had the look of a man that had been pushed into a corner, would fight like hell to get out, and no one would get out alive.

“You sure you’re ready for this, baby? They’re powerful people, playing the most dangerous game.” He asked before firmly pressing his lips to yours.

“They sent someone to try and take you from me, my love. There’s nothing I want more than to watch them take their last breath.” You hissed, matching his anger with bitterness in your voice. “I love you, Billy.”

Billy pulled you in until you were flushed against his chest, his long arms wrapped tightly around you as you listened to his heart beating rapidly against his chest. It almost felt like it was going to explode but after only a minute, it slowed to normal and it helped you to relax in his embrace.

You stood there in silence with the basement lights flickering overhead, you felt a smile stretch across Billy’s lips as he gently kissed your forehead and said with a wink, “I love you too. Let’s go huntin’, sweet girl.”

This wasn’t a hunt for sport but, like the one tied to the chair, other vicious wild animals will be dead later tonight. Hopefully they’re fast runners.

You loved a challenge.

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I love these two. Dean still whining about the donuts made me laugh. She’ll have to bring him more on donut day. 😂 but it was so sweet that he wanted to spend time with her over cereal. He isn’t soft often, but when he is I love it. ♥️

Early Morning Breakfast

Photos are not mine. They are courtesy of Pinterest/Google.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x F! Hunter Reader

Warnings: Very fluffy, tiny bit smexy but mostly PG-13, maybe a swear word or two.

Word Count: 1.4K-ish

Summary: Dean doesn’t sleep much so he wakes you up at 4 am for…cereal(gotcha🤣)

A/N: This is the same pairing as Between a Rock and a Hard Place and Truce. I found this prompt from a blog called @otp-fanfic-ideas . And when she asks why he woke her up for that, his response is “I just wanted a reason to be with you, is all.” I changed it juuuuuust a hair to fit the story a little better. I think it came out cute so I hope you like it!

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Four hours.

That’s all the sleep Dean said he needed. After that, he ran on caffeine and various forms of meat with sweet slices of pie sprinkled in between.

Most mornings you couldn’t get near him before he had his coffee. With his lips pressed firmly together in a straight line, he’d slowly shake his head if you or Sam tried to approach him or even say “good morning.” He’s lucky he’s handsome. It was the only way he could get away with ignoring your piercing narrow stare as he took that first sip.

This morning was different though. The two of you had gone to bed earlier than usual, around midnight, and since he only needed four hours of sleep, he was awake at the ungodly hour of 4 AM.

You were sleeping hard when you thought you felt him shift. Spooned up behind you, Dean’s strong hand traveled up your bare thigh and underneath your night shirt which was just one of his old t-shirts.

Firmly pressing his fingers into your hip, Dean pulled your body flush with his, the soft fabric of his pajama pants touched the back of your legs as he gently pressed his lips to the side of your neck causing goosebumps to pepper across your skin.

As your lips slowly curled into a wide smile, your eyes fluttered open as you glanced at the bedside clock which read 04:05. Again, he’s so lucky he’s handsome.

Rolling onto your back, you reached for him and let your fingers glide through his light brown hair as his lips searched for yours in the gathering darkness.

Whispering against his mouth, you said, “Mmmm…Dean. What are you doing, baby? It’s 4 in the morning.”

Dean’s hands were roaming, mapping your body when his lips found yours, parting them with his tongue as he slipped it in between your teeth to entwine with yours. He nestled in between your legs, his hard cock pressed against your core as he continued to kiss you…hard. Each one waking you from your deep slumber more and more.

Dean replied, trying to be funny, “Mornin’ sweetheart, I just remembered there’s a new box of Cap’n Crunch in the kitchen…with Crunchberries. I want some.”

Even though the room was dark, you could tell he had a wide smile stretched across his lips.

Cereal. He woke you up because he wanted cereal?!

You were trying to not get mad but the reason you went to bed earlier than normal last night was because you were exhausted from being away from the bunker for a handful of days on a hunt and you didn’t sleep well away from home.

You were used to calling the bunker, “home” now so sleeping in a foreign bed was anything but comfortable. And Dean decided to wake you up at 4 in the morning to tell you that he wanted a bowl of cereal?!

You could strangle him.

“Soooooo why are you telling me this? If you want cereal, Dean, just get up and get some. You didn’t need to wake me up for that, I’m tired, baby. You know I don’t sleep well when we’re away.” You said in a grouchy tone as you adjusted your pillow underneath your head.

Maybe you were a little harsh. Unlike Dean, you needed more than four hours of sleep and after not sleeping for five days, you were ready to finally get a decent night’s sleep. But now after only four hours, you were wide awake and slightly agitated.

You felt bad for snapping at him and maybe you would have been less angry with him if he had continued to kiss you or if he woke you up to do other things, not to tell you that he wanted breakfast.

Stiff with disappointment, Dean replied, “I just…wanted another reason to be with you, is all. Sam is definitely still sleeping so it would have been just you and me having an early breakfast together. We haven’t been alone in days, you passed out hard last night…I—Ya know what, go back to sleep, sweetheart. I shouldn’t have—I’m sorry I woke you up.”

Well that stung and you’ve never felt like more of an asshole than you did right at that moment. Dean just wanted to be alone with you and enjoy a very early morning bowl of cereal.

It was really kind of sweet.

He was hurt. You could hear it in his voice and as much as the man made you crazy, you didn’t mean to snap at him like that.

He turned onto his side, facing away from you, and every muscle in his body was tense. You didn’t even need to touch him to know that. The tension radiated off of his body and a knot formed in your chest as you tried to figure out the right words to say.

An apology would probably be the best place to start.

“Dean? Baby, I’m sorry.” You said, gently touching his shoulder. “I’m sorry I snapped at you. I know I’m a little cranky when I haven’t slept.”

“A little?” Snapped Dean.

“I am trying to apologize, baby. You should just let it happen.” You said firmly.

Dean rolled over to his other side so he could face you.

He replied, “Ok, you may continue.”

Draping his arm over your hip, he pulled you closer and with a breath of room between you, Dean gently tapped his nose to yours. A sly smug grin stretched across his lips as your eyes were now adjusted to the darkness of the room.

“You don’t have to be so smug about it, ya know.” You said.

With a slight growl, he replied, “Hey, this doesn’t happen often so I wanna get the whole experience.”

Raking your nails against his scalp, you softly said, “I’m sorry, baby. I’d love to have some cereal with you.” You inched your face closer to his and pressed your lips to his before saying, “Ya know I actually thought you were waking me up for something else. You said yourself that we haven’t really been alone in days.”

Your eyelids were warm with his breath as you snaked your arms around his neck and pulled him on top of you. Dean kissed you again with more insistence. Parting your lips with his tongue, he firmly pressed his hips against yours, bearing down harder against your core with his hardening length while strangled moans and whimpers escaped your lips.

“So what you’re saying is you’d like to work up an appetite.” Said Dean.

You purred into his ear, “Yes, baby. That’s what I’m saying.”

Before removing your night shirt, Dean said lightheartedly, “Good, I was worried you were just trying to distract me because you ate all of my crunch berries or something, yaknow like when you ate the last doughnut.”

“Really Dean? There were six doughnuts in that box and you ate FIVE of them. I only wanted ONE.” You replied.

He snapped back, “And I told you they only put them out once a year!”

“Will you give it a rest about the stupid doughnuts! I bought you a new box and you don’t have to worry, I left your cereal alone.” You said.

Dean always knows which buttons to push and just loves to watch your squirm.

“I know I can’t see your entire face right now, but you’re really cute when you’re angry.” Said Dean.

“Just shut up and kiss me, Winchester.” You said, biting back a smile.

Your eyes closed in relief as his mouth collided with yours, his kisses all tongue and teeth before he pulled away slightly to ask, “So we can have cereal after this?”

“DEAN!” You snapped.

“Kidding, I’m kidding!” He paused. “I love you, sweetheart.”

Life with Dean Winchester was anything but boring. At times it was intense, other times it was lighthearted and fun, he was constantly making you laugh even when you didn’t want to, and he kept you from taking yourself too seriously.

You softly replied, “I love you too, baby.”

And you did the same for him because he deserved to smile, to laugh, and to finally be happy. Dean deserved to enjoy a bowl of cereal in the quiet bunker while the rest of the world was asleep and more than anything, you loved that he wanted to share that with you.

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[zeldafairy]

This is such a good series. I love childhood friends to lovers. 💜 Excited for more, Ericca. 🥰

You Don’t Know Me Series

Photos are not mine. They are courtesy of Pinterest/Google.

Pairing: Billy Russo x F! Reader

Warnings: Each chapter will have its own set of warnings.

Summary: Reader and Billy grew up together in the group home after she lost her parents in a car accident. They lose touch after Billy joins the marines but later reconnect.

Part 1

Part 2

[zeldafairy]

I definitely loved this one. I like a resourceful girl armed with her water bottle! 😂 Seriously, though. This was great, the dialogue, the smut, everything. Great job, Ericca!

Morally Gray

Photos are not mine. They are courtesy of Pinterest/Google.

Pairing: Billy Russo x F! Reader

Warnings: Let’s see…well first and foremost, SMUT! 18+ PLEASE! (Or I’m telling on you!) Mentions of oral sex, P in V sex. Gun violence, little bit of blood, tending to wounds, some swearing, very vague mentions of Billy’s trauma, and fluff

Word Count: 5.1K-ish

Summary: Reader is a nurse on her way home from work, late at night. She stumbles on a man getting attacked, he’s outnumbered, and she wants to help. Her weapon of choice is a little…unconventional.

A/N: This is another fantastic idea from my darling friend @bartonsparrow25 trading dialogue back and forth with her is so fun and I can feel the stress clearing from my head every time I chat with her. I’m forever grateful to you, my friend♥️ All of this is gratuitous and self indulgent but really, so are all my other works and I’m fine with it 🤣

One more thing and I’ll stop rambling, I know I’ve said this before but I’m thinking of trimming my tag list again, I know some have moved on from the fandom or disappeared completely. Please tell me if you’d still like to be tagged or not. Believe me, you’re not gonna hurt my feelings…people move on, it’s ok, really.

As always, thank you for reading!  I appreciate it so much and comments, reblogs are welcome and encouraged. Don’t be shy to tell me your favorite part. 💕💕 💕

It had already been a day.

Your feet were killing you. The pain behind your eyes and along the bridge of your nose had started out as a dull ache and by the end of your shift at the hospital, it had morphed into excruciating agony. It wasn’t that you forgot to eat or drink enough water, it had just been a very long day and all you wanted to do was go home and put your feet up.

By the time you had clocked out, your patience and tolerance for bullshit were just about used up for the week and you felt even the slightest inconvenience would be enough to set you off and you could bet that no one would want to be around you when you did.

The time clock said 1 AM. It was an hour and a half later than when you should have clocked out but the ER was short staffed and you didn’t want to leave your co-workers when they desperately could have used your help.

It’s not like you had anything better to do.

As soon as you stepped outside, the crisp late autumn air hit your face and you instantly felt a small bit of relief as you closed your eyes and stood outside the automatic doors for a minute, letting the cool air travel from your nose to your lungs. Your headache subsided a little as you took a sip from your water bottle that you never went anywhere without; it was always in your hands along with your pepper spray and kitty knuckles.

When you moved to the city from upstate, you promised your father that you would take some sort of self-defense class because you mentioned to him that you would be walking home from the hospital every night and he wanted you to be able to defend yourself if you needed to.

Surrounded by an ethereal glow, the full moon loomed large above as you began your trek home along the cracked city sidewalks and faded white lines of the crosswalks. The slight nighttime breeze mixed the familiar scents of concrete and salt together as you were reminded about the loneliness of the dark, the empty apartment you were going home to, and the sharp whispers of the secrets heard spilling out from the alleys all around you.

What secrets or confessions would you hear tonight?

**********

The further you walked away from the hospital, the sketchier your surroundings became and no matter how many times you walked that route, it still made you nervous anytime you heard a car alarm or a stray cat jumping out in front of you and scurrying across the street but tonight you didn’t hear anything, just silence.

It was too quiet which made you more alert. But the silence was broken by the sounds of fighting…men fighting in the upcoming alley, strong fists coming in contact with another one’s nose, shoes scuffling against the rough pavement, and struggling grunts between slight cries of pain.

As you inched your way closer to the alley, you stopped at the edge and peeked around the corner. The only light overhead was the moon, high and bright in the sky, lighting up the small alley along with the figures in dark clothing and ski masks. There were three of them beating on just one man dressed in an expensive suit.

Fuck.

He needed help and calling the police would take too long but you had a metal water bottle in one hand and pepper spray attached to your kitty knuckles in the other.

Well…if you were going to die, at least you would die trying to help someone which, as a nurse, was your actual job anyway. And after the day you’ve had dealing with fentanyl overdoses, aggressive and unruly patients, and having to stay late because of staffing issues, you needed to take your frustration out on someone so it might as well be these guys.

The man in the fancy suit was trying his best to fend off the men attacking him and doing a pretty decent job at it too but three against one was hardly fair. After you carefully placed your bag on the ground, you crept around the corner of the alley and quickly moved behind the dumpster, tightly clutching your water bottle and sliding your fingers through the holes of your kitty knuckles with your pepper spray dangling next to them.

You could hear the loud, heavy sound of your heart beating inside your ears as you warily tiptoed behind one of the masked men and hit him as hard as you could with your water bottle. The clanging sound against the man’s skull was loud and startled everyone else. When he hit the pavement, you sprayed pepper spray directly into the holes in his mask.

The man in the suit called for you to “watch your six!” before successfully punching the man holding onto him in the face.

When you turned around, another masked man was coming straight for you, so you grabbed the bottle by the handle, swung right for his face and connected, resulting in another loud “CLANG!” And you also managed to jab him in the neck with the points of your kitty knuckles.

The man in the suit reached down, picked a handgun up off of the pavement, and pulled the trigger…twice. The two that you managed to neutralize were now dead and he pulled the trigger a third time, shooting the lone survivor in the kneecap.

The masked man cried out in excruciating pain while the one in the fancy suit pointed the gun into the other one’s mouth.

“I’m leaving you alive so you can go tell your boss that I don’t scare so easily and he has no idea what he has just done. Get the fuck out of here…now.” He growled.

Through his anger and disdain, the man had a sexy silvery tone to his voice and even with the cuts on his forehead and the blood on his lip, he was extremely handsome with his doll-like obsidian eyes and raven colored hair that had tumbled into his eyes.

The masked man took off running as you stood there stunned and unable to move after what you just witnessed while you tried to catch your breath.

In a daze, you heard a muffled voice asking you questions but you couldn’t make out what the voice was saying. With a snap, you quickly turned your head in his direction.

“What?” You asked.

“I asked if you were hurt!” He said with concern in his voice.

Vigorously shaking your head, you replied, “No, I’m fine! You look hurt though. That cut on your head is gonna need a stitch or two.”

Without warning, he grabbed your arm, started walking and said “We gotta go, come on. That your bag? Pick it up, let’s go.”

Throwing your bag over your shoulder, he pulled you along as you tried to keep up with his long strides. He was tall with a strong slender build and as you looked down at his hand on your arm, you could see small cuts on his knuckles and small dots of blood sprinkled on his stark white dress shirt.

You hastily walked away from the sirens that were headed in your direction. When you were far enough away, he pulled on your arm to move you so you were directly in front of him. His mouth was twisted with anger, his nostrils flared, and through gritted teeth he started to scold you.

“What the fuck were you thinking?!! They could have killed you, ya know! Men twice your size and you go after them with a WATER BOTTLE?!!” He yelled.

Walking for a minute had cleared your head a little and you had an answer ready for him.

“That’s a funny way to tell someone ‘thank you’ but I’ll take it. And they DENTED my FAVORITE water bottle, thank you very much!! Look, I’ve had a really rough day, Mister and I really needed to take it out on something. That guy’s head hit perfectly against my water bottle. You heard that clang right? It was a good one.” You replied with a sarcastic grin.

Inches away from your face, he asked with his lips almost touching yours, “Why would you risk your life for a stranger?!!”

“Because you needed help.” You replied in barely more than a whisper.

The firm grip he had on your arm eased and he let you go. The tension in his face relaxed and stared at you with, what you could only describe as, fondness or admiration like he really couldn’t believe that a stranger would risk her life for his.

“Well you shouldn’t have done that, sweetheart. I don’t know that I could have lived with myself if something happened and I wouldn’t have even known your name.” He said.

“And if something happened to you, I wouldn’t have known yours either. And my name is y/n. It’s nice to meet you.” You said, extending your hand for him to shake.

He reached for your hand and replied, “Billy…Billy Russo.”

“Well…Billy Russo, I need to stitch that wound on your head and I should clean the cuts on your knuckles and your lip.” You said.

Gazing at you from head to toe, he finally got a good look at you before saying, “You’re a nurse.”

Pointing at your scrubs and clogs, you replied with a sarcastic tone, “Oh ya think? What gave it away? My apartment isn’t far from here so let’s go, handsome.”

Shit.

Either he missed what you had said or he was preoccupied with getting off the street because of the two dead bodies he left in the alley.

Being a nurse, you obviously carried a first aid kit with you wherever you went, so you gave him a piece of gauze to hold against his head to try and keep it clean and prevent the blood from dripping down his forehead.

“You’re not lightheaded or anything are you? We’re almost there.” You said, taking your keys out of your bag.

“I’m fine, y/n. I promise.” Replied Billy. “Ya know, you’re awfully calm for someone who watched two guys die tonight.”

“I’m a nurse who works in the ER, Billy. I’ve seen people die from gunshot wounds, fentanyl overdoses, car accidents…I’ve seen it all.” You said with a slight hitch in your voice.

“I wish you didn’t have to see those things.” Billy said.

You glanced over at him and replied, “It’s my job, Billy. I know what field I chose to work in, it’s ok.”

After unlocking the door, you removed your shoes, put your keys away and put your jacket and bag down.

“Make yourself comfortable. Oh can you take your shoes off, please?” You asked.

Billy’s lips curled into a warm smile and that smile melted your insides. Even with all the blood on his face and tousled hair, he was still incredibly handsome.

“Of course.” Billy said.

“Let me just get my supplies, I’ll be right back.” You said softly.

“You have a significant other that will be upset if I’m here?” He asked, looking around.

Emerging from the bedroom, you shook your head and replied, “Nope, it’s just me. Take your jacket off for me.”

“Alright, alright. Don’t need to get all bossy about it.” He said with a smirk.

You narrowed your eyes and shook your head again.

“I just wanna make sure you’re not hurt anywhere else, broken bones, bleeding anywhere else, your eye is gonna swell. I should get you some ice for that but I need to stitch that cut first.” You said.

Billy would be sore tomorrow with some bumps and bruises but he was lucky that nothing was broken or bleeding which was a little surprising since he was trying to fend off three masked men by himself.

To give yourself added light, you put on your small headlamp with a magnifier.

“Ok, hold still. I’m gonna clean this and give youuuuu…I think two stitches will be good.” You said, looking over the cut on his forehead.

“You lookin’ in a coal mine with that thing? It’s just a cut.” Said Billy.

Looking down at him, you replied, “Who’s the nurse here, me or you? I need to make sure there’s nothing in there that could cause an infection, if that’s alright! Also, I told you to hold still and don’t look at the light. You’re lucky this cut is up by your hair, there won’t be any scar visible to mess up this handsome face.”

As a wide Cheshire cat smile stretched across his lips, Billy said, “You think I’m handsome?”

“Will you shut up!” You said, playfully.

Billy was still trying to stare at you up and through the headlamp.

“So really, y/n. What did you think you were doing stepping into that fight?” He asked.

“I told you, I just wanted to help, Billy. And a lot of good it did me. That dude’s head was harder than I thought it would be and his big ol’ melon DENTED it! It was my favorite water bottle and I dented it, helping you!” You replied with your voice raised. “So ya know what? YOU can buy me a new one, oh and say thank you!”

Billy was highly amused. He touched his tongue to his top teeth then tried to bite back a smile and if you were to guess, you would say that he was smitten with you.

“Will you marry me?” He blurted out.

Stunned by his ridiculous question, you accidentally pressed a little too hard on the bandage you placed over his wound after you were finished stitching it.

“WHAT?!!” You exclaimed.

Wincing in pain, he hissed, “OUCH!! Shit!”

“Oh my god, Billy! I’m sorry! But what the fuck did you just say?!” You asked, with a touch of hostility in your voice.

Billy gently touched the bandage on his forehead and replied, “Is this how you treat all of your patients?! Fuck, that hurt!”

“Well I usually don’t get marriage proposals from my patients, Mr. Russo. Are you insane? Did you hit your head?” You asked, removing your gloves.

Still touching the bandage, Billy looked up at you through his long dark lashes, his deep brown eyes were hypnotic and nearly put you into a trance.

He replied, “It was the only way I could get you to stop talkin’ about your stupid water bottle!”

“Maybe I wasn’t clear…it was my FAVORITE WATER BOTTLE!!” You said, desperately trying to stop your lips from curling into a wide smile.

“And no, I’m not insane and I didn’t hit my head. Maybe, I’m just still shocked that someone would risk their life for someone they don’t even know…especially someone like me.” Billy said in a softer tone but the words sounded very grinding as he said them through clenched teeth.

As you gently placed yourself next to him on the couch, you noticed the look on Billy’s face was tense, the freshly cleaned wounds on his knuckles were bright red as he clenched and released his fists over and over again.

“Billy? What do you mean, someone like you?” You asked in a hushed tone.

He turned to face you.

“Isn’t it obvious, y/n? I killed two men in front of you, wounded a third, and you’re not even the least bit curious of how I could just do that without batting an eyelash? Huh?! I’m not a good man.” He said.

“You didn’t kill me when you very well could have. Leave no witnesses and all that, right?” You replied, slowly closing your hand over his fist. “I don’t think you’re a bad guy. It’s just a feeling I have.”

Closing the distance between your bodies, Billy inched his face closer to yours and whispered with an appreciative smile, “I could never kill or hurt the person who saved my life.”

With his lips ghosting over yours, you pulled away, quickly stood up and clumsily replied, “I-I should get you some ice for that eye. I’ll be, um, yeah I’ll be right back.”

A satisfying hum raced through your veins as you hurried into the kitchen to retrieve an ice pack and a towel for Billy’s eye. You could almost still feel Billy’s warm breath brushing the husk of your ear before the cold air from the freezer brought you back down to earth.

As you handed him the towel and ice pack, you said, “Here ya go. Hold that on your eye for a bit, should keep the swelling down but you will have a bruise there. You’re not a model or anythin’, are you? You should call in sick tomorrow, if you are.”

“You think I’m good lookin’ enough to be a model?” Asked Billy, with his mouth tipped up in half a smile.

“That’s not what I said, Mr. Russo. I just asked IF you—“ You had started to say before Billy cut you off.

He dropped the ice pack on the couch as his lips crashed against yours but he quickly pulled away because of the pain from the cut on his lip.

“Ow! Fuck!” He cried out.

You chuckled a little.

“I mean, I could have told ya that was gonna hurt.” You said with a slight giggle. “Sit back for me, Billy.”

“What?” Asked Billy.

“Just sit back for me. Now, am I gonna hurt you if I straddle you?” You asked, softly.

“Depends on what you’re gonna do to me when you get up there.” He replied with a devilish smile.

You snapped back, “Do you trust me or not?!”

“You’re the nurse, sweet girl.” He said.

His voice was smooth like warm honey. When he smiled that perfect smile at you, it felt like your insides were melting and you suddenly felt an ache between your thighs growing hungry for him. You shouldn’t feel this way, you just met him but Billy had something about him, something that you felt drawn to,almost like you were meant to stumble upon him and save him tonight.

Gingerly, you placed one knee on either side of his hips as you rested on the tops of his thighs. A forceful exhale escaped his mouth while his intense gaze raked over you and his eyes darted around to carefully watch every move you made.

Placing one hand on his chest, you asked, “Is this ok?”

Billy nodded.

Very slowly, you inched your face closer to his and placed a soft kiss on his forehead and then another in a different spot, you kissed his slightly swollen eyelid, then to the other before moving down to his cheeks. His well-groomed beard lightly tickled your lips as you very delicately peppered kisses all over his face before pausing in front of his lips.

You could tell it was killing him to be this close to you without being able to kiss you like he desperately wanted to, fighting the urge to devour every inch of you, and all because it would hurt him to do so.

“Gently now.” You whispered, almost in a taunting tone, before lightly touching your lips to his.

Growling through the pain, Billy kissed you back, wrapping his long arms around your body and tangling his long agile fingers in your hair.

“I said gently, Mr. Russo.” You sighed, pulling away, giving him access to your throat. “Thaaaat’s it.” You purred as he took your direction by lightly kissing up and down the side of your neck.

You could feel his cock twitch against your core, hardening more and more with each gentle kiss and listening intently to your words of praise. Billy liked it and he seemed to surprise himself by letting himself trust you, a complete stranger…well, almost a complete stranger.

Maybe he was used to rushing through intimate moments and his sexual encounters. He never allowed himself to fully trust anyone or open up to people. You knew his type. These were just guesses of course, but you’ve seen it before in your own relationships and your friends’ relationships too.

“You don’t do this, huh…go slow or take your time…do you Billy.” You said, softly.

Billy hummed against your collarbone.

“Mmmmm…no. I don’t.” Billy replied.

“You don’t trust anyone either, hmmm.” You whined as he lightly nipped at your jaw.

“No…” He growled.

You felt like you could come even though he was just grazing the sensitive skin of your neck with his lips. Goosebumps erupted across your skin as he found the sweet spot where your necks meets your shoulder that made you gasp.

“Then why do you trust me?” You asked.

Billy grabbed the hem of your scrub top.

“Because you saved my life, sweet girl.” He purred into your ear before pulling your top up over your head and tossing it to the side.

Wrapping his hands around your wrists with ease, he pinned them behind your back. Billy was strong and it was pointless to struggle but you actually kind of not-so-secretly liked it.

“I told you that I’m not a good man, you’ve watched me kill…you haven’t even asked who those men were or why they want me dead.” Billy hissed.

You barked back, “I was too busy saving your ass and making sure you don’t have a concussion, to ask. I was getting there though.”

His breath was hot against your skin as he replied, “No, you were too busy eye fucking me.”

“Don’t flatter yourself, Mr. Russo. You’re not THAT good looking.” You said, lying through your teeth.

You could feel him smiling against your cheek, the bristles of his beard lightly scratching the skin, and the wet spot on your panties growing larger with every syllable he uttered.

“Yeah? Is that why you called me handsome more than once? Because I’m NOT good looking?” He said harshly through gritted teeth. “You don’t have an answer for me, do you Princess.”

Billy was right. You didn’t have an answer for him because he really was THAT good looking. He was probably the most handsome man you had ever seen, who was a complete stranger to you an hour ago and now he had you half naked, restrained with your hands pinned behind your back.

You weren’t even frightened.

“No...I don’t.” You replied.

“I thought so. Now I’m gonna ask you again, how do you know I’m not the bad guy?” Billy asked, as he nibbled on your ear.

“Maybe you’re just morally gray.” You replied. “You’re not all bad. I can feel it.”

Billy flashed you a wicked smile.

“You can feel it huh? I’m sure you can…right in that nice wet pussy of yours. Can’t you, sweet girl.” Said Billy.

The words rolled off his silvery tongue with ease and he definitely knew what it was doing to you. All of your senses were heightened, everything he was saying to you was hitting you directly in your core and he had barely touched you. But it was because he had barely touched you that you were so turned on, feeling things that you shouldn’t and for a man you barely knew.

What were you thinking?

You actually weren’t thinking, at least not with your head anyway.

But Billy was into it just as much as you. His cock was strained against his suit pants, aching to get out and you’d be lying to yourself if you said you didn’t desperately want him inside you but you were enjoying the tease and you could tell he was enjoying it too as this was all new to him also.

“Slow, Billy. It will be worth it, I promise.” You whispered.

“You’re makin’ me feel things I don’t normally feel, y/n. I don’t trust people, I don’t form attachments, they make people weak , but right now, so do you. You make me weak.” Billy admitted.

His words sent restless shivers down your spine.

With your hands still pinned behind your back, you shyly asked, “Can you let go of my wrists, Billy? You have too many clothes on.”

He eased his grip, releasing your wrists but not his gaze as his onyx colored eyes were firmly locked on yours. As you loosened his tie, his top teeth closed onto his bottom lip and the look he had in his eyes was primal, wild and hungry. One at a time, you unbuttoned his once crisp white dress shirt that was now sprinkled with droplets of blood.

After slowly pushing his shirt off of his shoulders, you noticed a scar on his left shoulder and before you could ask him, he almost timidly stated, “I don’t wanna talk about it.”

Billy seemed angry and ashamed about it so you just let it go and replied, “It’s alright Billy, we don’t have to.”

Staying away from his scar, you stippled kisses along his neck and chest as your lips curled into a smile against his skin and gently raked your fingers through his raven colored hair. It was getting harder and harder to control yourself, to continue to tease him, and have him tease you.

“Thank you y/n, for saving me, even if it was with a water bottle.” Billy whispered with a warm smile.

Being careful of his cut, you leaned forward and placed a tender kiss on his lips before replying, “Take me to bed, Billy…and you’re welcome.”

“Just tell me where it is, sweet girl.” He purred with a devilish grin.

“Down the hall, last door on the right.” You said.

**********

Being married to your job, it had been awhile since you had a relationship or had even been on a date but you had never known pleasure like the decadence Billy gave you that night.

He buried himself between your legs for what felt like hours, determined to pull every sinful noise, whine and strangled moan from you until your voice cracked and until your vision went blindly white.

And that was just with his tongue.

It turned him on more to hear you purring his name underneath him, to feel your thighs tremble with every slow deep grind of his hips, and your walls clenching around him every time he succeeded in pulling orgasms from you.

Billy was punishing you in the best way for teasing him, for making him take things slow, and for not giving in to his charm at first. He made you pay for keeping his cock confined for what he said felt like days and he did that by putting you on all fours and fucking you from behind and drawing circles on your clit. The overstimulation caused your legs to give out as you collapsed onto your side but he was far from finished with you.

He slipped back into you from the side, his hand wrapped around your neck like a choker, then let it wander down to your hips as he pulled his cock nearly all the way out before plunging back inside.

Quickly falling apart, you reach back to grab a hold of his deep brown hair so you’d have something to pull on while you come undone between the quick snaps of his hips while his long deft fingers pressed firmly into yours.

Billy loved to hear you moan his name, and you could tell he was close when his movements quickened and became more shallow. He was going to explode.

With a quick tug on his hair, you breathlessly said, “I told you it would be worth it, come for me, Billy.”

Hard and fast, he chased his own release, digging his nails into your skin as a deep moan of your name escaped his lips.

Billy pinched your chin between his hand and turned your face toward him but before he could plant a kiss on your lips, you stopped him, “That’s gonna hurt, Mr. Russo.”

He went in for the kiss anyway and only regretted it a little.

“Ow…totally worth it though.” He said, trying to catch his breath.

You were desperate to touch his face but unsure if he would be alright with it. His actions and reactions to certain things tonight made you think that he may not be open to that. Slowly, you inched your hand toward his face and asked him, “May I?”

Stunned, Billy nodded as you gently brushed his beard with your thumb, then your knuckles. He let his eyes close as his facial muscles relaxed and he kissed the palm of your hand.

All he managed to get out was, “H-how?”

You turned to face him, continued to softly stroke his cheeks and hair before replying, “It’s my job to help people when they’re hurt, Billy. While I only deal with their physical pain, I know emotional pain and trauma when I see it. And I see that in you.”

Billy took your hand and held it in his.

“Y/n, I really don’t—“ He started to say.

You interrupted him, shaking your head, “And you don’t have to, Billy. You don’t know me from any other random woman you bring home. I’ve just seen your type before and you definitely don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to.”

“Technically, you brought me home.” He said with a wink.

You playfully slapped him on the shoulder as you both let out a chuckle.

“You know what I mean!” You retorted.

Billy asked, “So you’re NOT gonna marry me?”

“I’m not gonna marry you, Billy. I’ll consider going on a date with you IF you buy me a new water bottle.” You said with your lips curling into a wide smile.

“Oh here we go with the fuckin’ water bottle again!” He exclaimed.

“Billy—“ You started to say.

He interrupted, “Yeah, I know I heard you the first time. It’s your ‘favorite.’ I get it.”

Billy paused.

“And for the woman who risked her life to help save mine? I’ll buy you all the water bottles you want and then take you out to dinner. What do ya say?” He asked.

You replied, “I’ll say yes, if you answer my question…Are you the good guy or the bad guy?”

Billy tucked a stray piece of hair behind your ear as his lips collided with yours. Through the pain, he parted your lips with his tongue as he slipped it into your mouth to tangle with yours, and with a slight growl, he replied, “How did you put it? Morally gray?”

Biting back a smile, you slowly nodded and replied, “Yes, I did say that.”

“Then I’m morally gray.” Said Billy. “Is that something you can handle, sweet girl?”

“I think I’m doin’ pretty good so far.” You answered.

He asked, “So I’ll pick you up on Saturday night?”

“You got yourself a date, handsome…and have my new water bottle ready and waiting. Oh, I want the same color too.” You said.

“And what color is that?” Asked Billy.

With a kind smile, you delicately kissed his cheek and replied, “Gray.”

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Trouble, indeed. This was hot, Dove!

I’ll Take Care of You, Chapter 2: Buttons

LISTEN. This is pure smut. I was… feeling some type of way. I’m not even sorry.

Cheers to all the (fellow) thirsty bitches out here <3

Fic Summary: Reader works in the hospital where Billy Russo keeps his mother. They’ve caught each other’s eye. But she thinks he is the devoted son… little does she know what hides behind a handsome face and expensive suits.

Posted on my ao3 as well :)

Pairing: Billy Russo x Fem!Nurse!Reader

Chapter Summary: You take a risk with Billy Russo while you’re at work.

Warnings: 18+, SMUT, use of pet names, swearing, please don’t do this at work lmao

Words: 2.2k

Masterlist ~~ Chapter 1 

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You ushered Billy over to a supply closet, checking over your shoulder to make sure no one had seen you. You locked the door behind you and turned around. You had crazy butterflies going on in your stomach, so you pushed him against the nearest shelf and stood on your tip toes to crush your lips to his before you lost your nerve.  

He let you kiss him, and he kissed you back, but he didn’t touch you.  

You pulled away after a second, wondering if this was a mistake. Before you could open your mouth to apologize, his hands shot up and he cupped your face.

“Tell me, little lady. Tell me what you want me to do to you.”

You shook your head. “It’s not that. It’s what I want to do to you.” You said.

Keep reading

[zeldafairy]

I love older reader and her sass. This was so good.

Johnny strutting up to older!reader in a bar with the tired “can I buy ye a drink” and you just look him up and down and ask “oh baby. How old are you? Where’s your dad?” In the most condescending yet sweet voice he’s ever heard and the man is lowkey bricked up. He’s stunned just staring at you stuttering out “ ‘m 26” You look over his shoulder to the rest of the 141 sitting at a table. “Either come back in ten years or send your mutton chops daddy over. Ok sweetheart” your hand is shooing him away and he’s walking a little stiff bc you just unlocked a kink in him he did not know he had.

[zeldafairy]

I love childhood friends to lovers so much, and this was so good. I loved the peek into Billy’s thoughts, and of course Frank has to give him shit. I love their friendship so much. I’d love to see more of this AU.

And don’t apologize for being busy, my friend. Life happens and we’ll always be here waiting.♥️💜🩷

🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹

Good lawrd, Ericcca. I've been neglecting Billy Russo quite a bit because of a certain old man (Joel Miller of TLoU, my guy tackled me to floor and wouldn't let go)

But I am thinking about Lily Pad and Billy tho. I bet Frankie has heard all about her 😭

My darling sweet friend! I am SO sorry it’s taken me so long to finish this. It’s been done for a little while but I just haven’t had the time or energy to put it altogether, I hope you can forgive me and I really hope you like what I did here.

Thank you for this ask and let me if you’d still like me to continue this little saga of Billy and his Lily Pad (I think you might want me to lol) 🐸

You Don’t Know Me Pt. 2

Photos are not mine. They are courtesy of Pinterest/Google.

Pairing: Billy Russo x F! Reader

Warnings: Maybe a swear word or two, Billy wrestles with his feelings, fluffy bunnies and unicorns, maybe a tiny bit of angst

Word Count: 2K-ish

Summary: Mostly told from Billy’s POV. Frank had no idea you existed until during one of their tours, Frank finds the picture of you that Billy keeps with him.

A/N: Continued from Part One. I’ll leave that linked HERE. My life has been all over the place lately but work has finally settled out so hopefully I’ll be able to be a little more present than I have been. Anyway, I hope you like what I did here.

As always, thank you for reading!  I appreciate it so much and comments, reblogs are welcome and encouraged. Don’t be shy to tell me your favorite part. 💕💕 💕

Looking at her now, you still couldn’t get over how beautiful she was but you also couldn’t help but remember that little six-year-old girl with tears streaking down her face, clutching her stuffed frog, and a fresh cast on her broken arm. That image of her was never very far from your mind…ever.

Y/n…your little Lily Pad.

She was like the little sister you never had but always felt the need to fiercely protect and when she turned 16, you definitely started to look at her differently. She had beautiful eyes that still shined with life and happiness despite losing her parents at a very young age and also growing up in a group home. But you waited too long, you were leaving for the Marines so what were you supposed to do? Ask her to wait? That wasn’t fair to her.

Receiving her letters while you were in boot camp always brought a smile to your face at a time where there wasn’t a lot to smile about but you were used to that. But she made you smile.

It hurt more than you would ever let on when you lost touch with her somewhere around your second or third tour in Iraq. You didn’t mean for it to happen but she just ended up getting lost in the shuffle of life and of war. But no one knew about her anyway; they only knew about all the others, the ones that meant nothing to you.

The possessions that were important, you always kept close to the chest like the little toy soldier she gave you. It was one of the few possessions you had and that you were able to bring with you. It was supposed to be her reward for doing chores but instead she picked out something that she thought you would like and gifted it to you. Y/n thought of you when no one else did, so every time you looked at it or held it in your hand, you wished you could hear her laugh or see her smile.

She was always with you though, in the form of a photograph. It was a picture of the two of you, taken at Ray of Hope, not too long before you left for boot camp. With your arm around her, you were looking down at her with a slight smirk on your face and her in a full on belly laugh which you must have caused.

You were using it as a bookmark and had managed to keep her a secret until one afternoon while on some down time overseas.

Tossing a small football up in the air and catching it, Frankie sat down on his bed and asked, “Whatcha readin’, Bill?”

“What am I always readin’, Frankie?” You replied.

Frankie shook his head and smirked as he retorted, “Shouldn’t you have that book memorized by now? The Portrait of Dorian Gray must be gettin’ kinda old by now, yeah?”

“It’s the PICTURE of Dorian Gray, Frankie.” You replied with a wide smile.

Realizing you had left the picture out and next to your leg, you tried to grab it and move it but Frank was too fast. He snatched it quickly out of your hands.

“Ah and what do we have here?!” He asked, looking down at the photo.

“It’s nothing, Frankie. Hand it over.” You said, holding your hand out, trying to get him to hand over the picture.

“Holy shit…this you, Bill? Who’s the girl?” Frank asked with a devilish grin on his face.

Taking swipes at the photo, you replied, “Alright, if you give it back, I’ll tell ya.”

Y/n had given you that photo before you left for boot camp and you’ve kept it hidden ever since but you couldn’t hide it anymore plus Frankie was your best friend so why not at least confide in him.

He’ll probably bust your balls about it but you decided to tell him about her anyway.

“Am I finally gettin’ through to you, Bill? That whole thing about quality over quantity. And you let her go?!” He growled.

“What was I supposed to do, Frankie? Tell her to wait? We were kids. And we just…kinda lost touch.” You said.

“She’s the only one you’ve ever loved, isn’t she.” Said Frank.

As you tightly clenched your jaw together, all you could do was nod because you’ve never really said how you felt about anyone, to anyone. It was difficult to express your feelings and even more so now that you’ve basically been taught that relationships and attachments were weaknesses.

Frankie wasn’t wrong though. You’ve always felt some sort of love for her, but maybe it just took someone else pointing it out that made it real, that made it true, and made every other physical conquest you’ve ever had…meaningless. There were no attachments to those other women, just sex.

Frank’s ball busting antics lasted for a couple weeks during deployment before finally dying down; he mentioned it less and less before dropping it altogether, knowing that you weren’t going to take his advice unless you were ready to.

Walking to work, after seeing her today, you wondered if you should mention it to Frank.

He was your best friend and knew all about your terrible upbringing, what had happened to you in the group home, and he knew all about your other little secret who turned out to be absolutely beautiful and still the same sweet girl she always was.

But you weren’t the same boy she knew all those years ago. Hardened and desensitized from your time in the Marines, it just added extra bricks to the emotional wall that you had built up from childhood, making it impenetrable to most people.

Could she be the one to finally tear it all the way down? You felt she had started to chip away at it leading up to the day you finally kissed her but you just rebuilt the pieces she knocked down as soon as you arrived at boot camp.

She had kept you somewhat grounded, you felt normal around her, she didn’t see you as damaged or broken like you saw yourself but rather the one she came to when she needed to feel safe.

But things are different now.

You’re different and she probably wouldn’t like the person you have become. You’re a soldier, a sniper, and a killer. Just because you now go to work in a suit and tie rather than fatigues, it doesn’t change what you’ve done.

Would you still be a hero to her or a villain instead?

**********

With your face buried in paperwork and after a handful of phone calls, your mind wandered and you probably checked your phone ten times in five minutes to see if she had texted you before Frank barged into your office.

“There you are. The hell you been, Bill? You said you were gonna be late but you didn’t say it was gonna be hours!” Growled Frank.

“I just got held up for a minute, Frankie. That’s all.” You lied.

Frank narrowed his eyes; he knew you were lying.

“Oh yeah? Bullshit. What did she look like?” Replied Frank.

“It’s nothing; drop it.” You said through clenched teeth.

Frank threw his hands up in the air in a classic move of surrender. Frowning, he said, “Alright, I can’t make ya talk about it, but lemme know if you wanna grab a beer later, yeah?”

“Out, Frankie!” You commanded.

Frank didn’t even turn around. He just started to walk out of your office before hearing him under his breath, “Alright, alright. I’m goin’, ya stubborn asshole.”

He closed the door behind him and you were alone again, trying to concentrate on someone or something else other than her but you couldn’t.

Suddenly, your phone screen lit up and notified you of a new message.

Involuntarily, your mouth curled into a slight smile when you saw who it was from…Lily Pad.

She said,

I bet you don’t still have yours.

Underneath the text was a picture, THE picture. The one she gave you, the one you had shown Frankie all those years ago. She still had hers.

But so did you.

You slowly opened your middle desk drawer and inside a small journal, underneath a few papers was the picture. So you snapped a picture of the picture and sent it back to her with the attached message:

Well that’s a bet you would have lost.

The smile on your face grew even wider when she asked:

You don’t happen to have that little toy soldier still, do you?

The little plastic green army man always sat in the same place on your desk which was underneath your computer monitor so you snapped a picture of that and sent that to her too along with your reply.

You mean this little toy soldier?

The three dots appeared. You patiently watched the screen, waiting for her reply.

OMG! I can’t believe you kept it!

You chuckled to yourself because you could actually hear her saying it, even down to the inflection, and you could practically feel the playful slap she would have given you on your shoulder as she said it.

Of course I kept it, sweet girl.

Shit.

You didn’t mean to type that, it just came out and before you could stop yourself, it had already been sent…and seen.

Inside your chest, your heart beat rapidly and you suddenly felt warm under your collar. The anticipation of what she was writing back was killing you, like time was passing in slow motion as you watched the three dots on your phone.

Three heart emojis appeared followed by the words:

Billy, I’ve missed you…so much.

The tension that tightly gripped your body eased slowly, your shoulders dropped, and you let out a long exhale.

You missed her too and desperately wanted to see her again.

As you picked up the receiver to your desk phone, you texted her back.

I’ve missed you too. Lunch tomorrow?

Waiting for her response, you dialed Frank’s desk phone.

“Yeah Bill, what is it? I’m busy.” Said Frank.

“Too busy to talk about who I was with this mornin’?” You replied.

She wrote back.

Lunch sounds perfect.

You could feel Frankie smiling on the other end of the phone as he said, “I’ll be done at 6. Beer?”

“Beer.” You concurred.

Before you could hang up, he interjected, “You’re not even gonna gimme a hint?”

“Not a chance.” You replied. “I’ll see ya at 6.”

**********

You

Biting down on your lower lip, you watched the three dots on your screen impatiently.

Billy replied.

Great. I’ll call you later.

Excited and nervous, you typed back.

Can’t wait!

Even after leaving the group home, going to college and making new friends, you’ve never felt as comfortable with any of them as you were with Billy Russo. Even as friends, the few previous boyfriends you’ve had, never measured up to him, to his kindness, his protective nature, not to mention his handsome face and million-dollar smile.

You never loved any of them because they weren’t him.

Earlier today, he told you that he wasn’t the same person anymore but neither were you. Life happens and it changes people according to whatever is thrown at them.

You didn’t expect Billy to come back from war the same person as when he left but he was still the person who knew you better than anyone else and to you, he’ll always be the boy who helped make the best out of the shitty situation you were both put in.

He didn’t have to befriend you that night, sign your cast, or let you tag along. Billy was the boy all the others looked up to, who they wanted on their team when they played stickball, and the one all the girls wanted.

But you were the only one who never wanted anything from him. It wasn’t about what he could do for you because all you had ever wanted was a true friend and he seemed like he wanted one too.

Could he ever be more?

Tomorrow’s lunch could be a good start.

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If ya’ll want some good Brock Rumlow fic, here ya go!! 🥰💋😉

Photos are not mine. They are courtesy of Pinterest/Google.

Never Again Series

You’re relatively new in town and you start working out at a nearby gym where you notice someone there that could help you with a problem from your past.

Coming Clean

The STRIKE team leader does his daily walk thru every day. Your daily exchanges are just a contest of getting under each others skin.

Winner Takes All

You challenge Brock to see who can put together a piece of furniture the fastest and have it stay together.

Starting Over

After a bad breakup, you needed to have a fresh start but after getting a new job and selling your house, you forgot one important thing…a new place to live. Luckily a friend of yours might have a solution.

Hey, Neighbor

You’re newly single and start looking at your neighbor differently.

Hey, Neighbor Pt. 2

Continued from part one. You’ve been dating Brock for about a month. Tonight is your fourth official date which according to your own personal rule book is THE date.

A Kiss Out in the Cold

Reader is a realtor, her client is her ex. Brock thinks he has an ulterior motive

Dashing Through the Snow

Brock takes you away to a log cabin for a long weekend. You bring your dogs along and when fresh snow falls, you have an idea involving the sleds you found in the garage and your pooches.

Dog Day Afternoon

STRIKE team commander at SHIELD, Brock Rumlow finishes a mission and brings something home with him that he wasn’t expecting

Stripped

Brock and Reader are in an established relationship. He’s been leaving to go to “work” at night and Reader seems to think he’s keeping something from her. Reader goes out with her friends for a friend’s birthday celebration and gets a surprise of her own.

Can I Buy You a Drink?

Reader works in a bar with Frank that he owns and manages. A very handsome SHIELD agent and the rest of his team come in for a drink after a long training session at Anvil.

Beat the Heat

Reader and Brock buy a new home and move in on the hottest day of the summer

Glasses

You’re introduced to a co-worker by literally bumping into him. He wasn’t very nice to you but you noticed he can’t seem to stay away either.

Get Home Safe

Brock and Reader work for SHIELD. She has a massive crush on him and thinks she hides it pretty well, but she doesn’t. He, on the other hand, hides it very well until the whiskey hits.

An Unexpected Surprise

You and your fiancé are met with, well, an unexpected surprise. Navigating pregnancy was going to be tough but it might actually be tougher for Brock

Hittin’ the Mat

You join a new boxing gym and your instructor is well…sexy AF and you have a massive crush on him. He surprises you by getting jealous watching you spar with another instructor.

[zeldafairy]

This was so good, Ericca! I love the bratty reader, she really is quite the match for him. I think Rumlow would need a woman like this, because he’s quite the handful. ♥️

Hittin’ the Mat

Photos are not mine. They are courtesy of Pinterest/Google.

Pairing: Gym Owner! Brock Rumlow x F! Reader

Warnings: SMUT! (18+ PLEASE! Or I’m telling on you) Oral F! Receiving, P in V protected sex, f!self pleasure, fingering, some swearing, jealous Brock, and fluff

Word Count: 5.4K-ish(sorry it’s a little longer than usual, but not sorry 😆)

Summary: You join a new boxing gym and your instructor is well…sexy AF and you have a massive crush on him. He surprises you by getting jealous watching you spar with another instructor.

A/N: So this fic was a lot of fun to write and was inspired by a short video/pin my darling friend @bartonsparrow25 sent me. She helped me some with ideas and a few pieces of dialogue. I love and appreciate you for helping me! For your viewing pleasure, I’ll leave the pin linked HERE. Trust me, you WANT to watch this.🥵🥵🥵 I know I’ve been MIA for awhile now and I’m really sorry but I think I’m almost over the hump with all the crap going on a work for the past couple of months but I think it’s almost over.

As always, thank you for reading!  I appreciate it so much and comments, reblogs are welcome and encouraged. Don’t be shy to tell me your favorite part. 💕💕 💕

The unique variety of scents inside the boxing gym hit you as soon as you walked inside. The smell of aged, broken-in leather from the gloves and bags mixed with the clean scent of disinfectant added to the overall experience of being inside an area occupied mostly by people training to be fighters.

And it didn’t matter if they were training to be professionals or just wanted to learn the basics, the scent most prominent was hard work and dedication. It was evidence of the intensity left over from the sweat, tears, and sometimes even blood that became permanent stains on the gloves, mitts, and mats inside the fighter’s small little corner that was called Gloves Up Boxing Gym or to everyone that went there, it was simply called “Rumlow’s.”

You always tried to take care of yourself, eat well, and exercise but when the new year came, you told yourself to try something different, to try something new, and add something a little more challenging than what you were used to.

Boxing would definitely check off all of those boxes for you.

As soon as you stepped inside, you immediately felt out of your comfort zone. You were used to walking into a gym and knowing exactly what to do, where to go, and how hard to work to get the results you wanted. But here, you were lost and out of place.

Nervously walking up to the front desk, you tried to sound a lot more confident that you actually were. On the inside, you were petrified.

“Excuse me? I’m interested in taking some lessons.” You said with a slight hitch in your voice.

The man behind the counter, without looking up from his paperwork, responded with, “You waited three weeks after the new year to join a new gym? Why?”

Confidently, you replied, “Well, I wanted to give the quitters a chance to give up first, thought maybe I’d have better luck getting the best instructor here.”

When he handed you a form to fill out, he finally looked up. The scowl on his face disappeared and was replaced with a wide smile as he quickly got up from his chair and took off but not before calling back to you, “I’ll be back, gonna go get my boss, see what he thinks. He’s also the owner.”

Shrugging your shoulders, you turned around and started filling out the form he gave you. A few minutes later, he returned with another man with wild dark brown hair, warm tan skin, and golden brown eyes that reminded you of Tennessee whiskey. Your stomach dropped when you noticed how ruggedly handsome he was but it was when he spoke, that you could feel yourself clenching your thighs together.

“You ever box before, doll?” The other one asked, gazing at you from head to toe.

“Doll?!” You retorted.

One side of his mouth curled into a sinister smile and you were trying to decide whether or not to be offended by the pet name but the raspy tone to his voice when he said it, silently had you begging for him to say it again except slower and up against your ear.

“Would you prefer, ‘ma’am?’” He asked.

When the word “ma’am” escaped his lips, you immediately narrowed your eyes, pressed your lips together in a straight line and replied, “Ew, no! Doll is fine. And no sir, I’ve never boxed before.”

He folded his arms across his chest while keeping eye contact with you and you really hoped he wasn’t the gym’s best instructor because you’d never be able to concentrate on learning to box if he was teaching you.

“And how often do you wanna come in, Missssss?” He asked.

You replied, “Y/L/N, my name is Y/F/N Y/L/N. I’d like to come in at least four days a week but if you think I need more time, I’ll gladly come in for it, Misterrrrrrr?”

“Rumlow, Brock Rumlow.” Said Brock. “So you’re willing to come in more if I say so?”

He sounded surprised as he stroked the stubble on his chin.

You answered, “Of course. You’re the instructor, right?”

Brock turned to his employee, “Why aren’t all of our members this enthusiastic?”

You finished filling out your form and handed it to the guy behind the desk while Brock continued, “Alright, I’m gonna train you myself, nobody else. You got that?”

You nodded.

“Mornings good for you? The locker rooms have all the amenities you need to get ready for work in the morning, if you work.” Said Brock.

“Perfect.” You replied.

“Great. See you tomorrow, 7 am!” He yelled as he walked away from you, presumably back to his office.

Before leaving, you looked at the man behind the counter and asked sarcastically, “Is he always this pleasant?”

“You caught Rumlow on a good day. He’s usually mean and doesn’t personally offer to train new members himself. I got excited for a minute because most of the time he has one of us train new members, but you did say you wanted to learn from the best.” He said.

Your only hope was you’d never have to see Brock Rumlow on a bad day or would that just make you hotter for him than you were already.

**********

“What have you been doing? You look fantastic!” A coworker said to you one morning.

Shyly, you replied, “Oh! I’ve been taking boxing lessons at that gym down the street for the past six months. It’s such a great workout.”

You always hated being the center of attention and when she said how great you looked, her voice was raised so other people around you took notice also. It was slightly embarrassing but it also felt good to know that your hard work was paying off and it also didn’t hurt that your instructor was probably the sexiest man you had ever seen.

But at times it was difficult to concentrate on his instructions because you were too busy concentrating on him plus you had to get through your work day AFTER your lesson. You couldn’t wait to go home to be alone with your thoughts.

You could hear Brock’s assertive raspy voice inside your head at all times during the day, barking commands at you, reminding you about your stance, keeping your knees bent, and your hands up to guard your face.

“Your stance is the foundation for your movements and the basis for the way you deliver punches, y/n. You understand? Tuck that chin when you’re on the defensive! Got it?!”

If he had any idea the thoughts you had of him when you were alone, or the fact that you were soaked down there, not from the workout, after your lessons, or the sinful dreams you’ve had of him…he would probably stop giving you lessons or even kick you out of his gym altogether.

At the gym, Brock was all business but in your dreams, he was pure pleasure. On the nights where you couldn’t sleep, you lay awake, staring at the ceiling, thinking about him as your fingers absentmindedly traveled down your torso, pausing just above your core before diving beneath the waistband of your panties.

As your eyes fluttered closed, you imagined they were Brock’s thick fingers, teasing your entrance, parting your folds and inserting one finger then another. Moving them rhythmically, they hooked inside of you causing you to whimper as your orgasm began to build. You pictured him looking down at you with his amber colored eyes and with that sexy raspy voice of his whispering in your ear, “You gonna be a good girl and come for me?”

Imagining him saying that was enough to send you over the edge, call out his name while drenching your fingers as your whole body trembled while coming down from your high. This was crazy, right? Having full blown fantasies about your boxing instructor to the point where it had become a nightly ritual before you could fall asleep. Even after a morning workout, a full day at work, and a nighttime routine…you still couldn’t fall asleep unless you fantasized about Brock Rumlow fucking you until you saw stars.

It was only a matter of time before you had a slip up and you could feel it every time he was near you, every time he said your name, and every time he stood behind you to show you a new move or how to keep your form.

You’d never be able to show your face in that gym again if Brock rejected you but this crush was affecting you in every aspect of your life, even your dreams.

You had to do something but you just didn’t know what that something was quite yet.

**********

The next day when you showed up for your workout, Brock wasn’t there. When your lessons started six months ago, he told you that he was the only one that was going to be teaching you, no one else.

But he wasn’t there so what were you supposed to do?

Cody was the first guy you met when you walked into Gloves Up Boxing Gym and he was working when you walked in this morning. After changing into your workout clothes, you walked around, looking for Brock. He wasn’t in his office, at the front desk or anywhere else inside the gym so you walked back to the front desk.

“Cody? Have you seen, Brock?” You asked.

Cody looked around with a confused look on his face.

“Actually, now that you mention it y/n…I haven’t seen him yet this morning. Did you try calling or texting him?” He asked.

You nodded.

“I did. I tried both but no answer. He told me he was the only one that was supposed to train me and give me workouts but he’s not here soooooooo.” You said, innocently batting your eyelashes at him.

Cody held up one finger and started shaking his head aggressively.

“Oh no…no, no, no y/n! Rumlow will KILL me! What he says, goes, around here! If he doesn’t kill me, I’ll definitely be fired!” He said in a frightened tone.

Brock always made a big deal about being on time and ready to work when you showed up for your workouts and you’ve kept up your end of the bargain by showing up every day, early and ready to give him 110%. And you were ready to work now and he wasn’t here to train you but you were going to get a workout whether he was here or not.

“He’s not here, Cody! Just tell him I made you do it!” You said with a sly smile.

“What if he shows up during your lesson?!!” He asked, nervously.

“Tell him I punched you until you agreed to give me a lesson. C’mon Cody! I showed up for my workout and I’m paying for one, let’s goooooo!” You yelled.

Cody dropped his shoulders in defeat and hung his head as he contemplated whether or not he wanted to risk getting fired for helping you get your workout in.

“Alright…go get your shit. I’ll meet you in back.” Said Cody with a slight eye roll.

“YES!! Thank you, Cody! Mmmmmuah!” You exclaimed as you leaned in and planted a kiss on his cheek.

Under his breath, you could hear Cody say, “I am so getting fired for this.”

**********

“Remember to keep your weight balanced, y/n…rotate those hips when you come in with that cross…that’s it, goooood! Show me that combo again….yessss, niiiice! Your pivots still need work.” Said Cody as he coached you.

You were almost done with your workout when you heard a loud angry voice coming from the top of the stairs.

“WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING, CODY?!!!!” Growled Brock, glaring and seething at the both of you as he descended from upstairs.

Apologetically, Cody replied, “You weren’t here, Rumlow! What was I supposed to do? She paid for a lesson and wanted to work out!”

“What did I tell ya, huh?! What did I tell EVERYBODY?!!” Brock yelled, pushing his fingers into Cody’s shoulder and then pointing at you with his other hand. “SHE is MY client! MINE!”

Your mouth had gone dry as you tried to speak.

“Brock! Don’t be mad at Cody! I had to beg—“ You had started to say.

Still pointing at you, Brock turned his heated glare toward you.

“YOU stay outta this, sweetheart!” He said curtly. “YOU didn’t follow the rules either!”

Everyone in the gym had stopped what they were doing and every single pair of eyes was staring at you, Brock and Cody.

Brock shouted at the top of his lungs but never took his eyes off of you.

“ALRIGHT!! EVERYBODY OUT! C’MON, I WANT EVERYONE OUT NOW!!! I’ll re-open tomorrow but get the fuck out, NOW!” Yelled Brock.

As you started walking toward the edge of the ring, Brock stopped you.

“Not you, doll. You, stay!” He commanded and started to remove his jacket. “You’re stayin’ too, tough guy.” He said, pointing at Cody. “Drop those mitts and go get your gloves! No helmets, NOW!”

“She begged me to, Rumlow. I apologize, it will NEVER happen again.” Said Cody.

“You’re damn right it will never happen again! And I said, go get your gloves!” Brock growled. “You wanted a lesson right, sweetheart? Well you’re gonna get one.”

Cody quickly wrapped his hands and got his gloves. He got back into the ring, touched gloves with Brock’s and the two of them began to spar.

Breathing heavily, Brock said, “Cody was right, doll. You do still need work on your pivots because you’re not changing direction as smoothly as you should, like THIS.”

He changed direction and as Cody came closer, Brock hit him square in the face with a quick jab, then another as you carefully watched Brock’s fluid motions and form. Then Brock hit him with a 1-1-2 combination, simple to him but for you, it was still about working on putting everything together, trying to remember to keep your hands up, elbows down and in, and keep your eyes focused on the targets.

You could see that Cody was a little scared to fight back; he knew Brock was toying with him, punishing him one punch at a time for touching what was “his” and Cody taking it and not fighting back as hard as he could because he didn’t want to make Brock angrier than he already was.

Brock was breathless with anger and with each piercing stare, he threw every possible punch combination at Cody which was hard to watch and you needed to put a stop to it.

“Brock! Stop this, please! This is my fault! I made Cody give me my lesson because you weren’t here to do it! ENOUGH!!” You begged.

As soon as those words escaped your lips, Brock hit Cody with an uppercut that landed him face up on the mat, leaving him stunned and probably seeing stars as he stared up at the bright lights above.

You jumped into Brock’s path, in between him and Cody.

“I said that’s enough, Rumlow!” You yelled, standing in between Brock charging toward Cody who was trying to get up as you pushed on Brock’s chest with your gloved hand.

“Outta my way, y/n!” He hissed.

You hissed back, “NO!”

After Cody sat up, you told him to leave.

“NOW, sweetheart!” Brock yelled.

Looking over your shoulder, you replied, “GO, Cody! And lock the door behind you! You’ll still have your job tomorrow, I promise.”

Hurriedly, Cody ripped his gloves off, dropped them onto the mat, wiped the blood from his nose and bolted toward the front door.

As soon as you heard the door close and lock, you let him have it. You hit Brock with the most powerful cross you had in you, even keeping your form, rotating your hips and body perfectly. It landed square on his jaw as your mouth twisted with the threat of another and you added a warning glare for good measure, showing him that you weren’t afraid of him and you could handle anything he threw at you just as he had instructed you to do.

He moved his jaw back and forth to shake it out and with a devilish smirk, he said, “Not bad, sweetheart. That was good form and it even hurt a little…just a little though.”

He winked at you and when he did, you instantly felt your panties get wet but you wanted to remain firm and reiterate to him that this was not Cody’s fault.

“I told you that this was my fault! He knew what your instructions were and I bothered him until he caved.” You said, calming your tone.

Brock inched closer to you, close enough that you were sharing the same air and replied, “You knew the rules too, y/n and deliberately broke them.”

“And YOU didn’t answer me when I called you or when I texted!! I showed up ready to work and you were MIA!” You snapped.

Brock lowered his voice. The low raspy growl escaping his lips made the wet spot on your panties even bigger.

“I got here late but ya think I wasn’t watching you? I have cameras everywhere, doll. I watched the two of you from my office; his hands on your hips, breathing over your shoulder, that little shit smiling at you when you weren’t lookin’. I saw it all, sweetheart…and I hated every second of it.” He said through gnashed teeth.

You swallowed hard as his words sent fresh shivers down your spine and a surge of concentrated desire gushed through your body, straight to your core.

The breath of room between your bodies became even smaller when you inched your face closer to his while you inhaled his intoxicating scent of citrus, bergamot, sandalwood and musk.

In barely more than a whisper, as heat flushed across your chest and your lips ghosting over his, you asked, “And why is that?”

Brock broke away from you; as he started to walk backwards toward the corner of the ring, he licked his lips and laughed off your question.

“Tell me, Brock! Tell me why you hated it so much.” You demanded. “Tell me or I’m gonna punch you again!”

“You’re bein’ a little bit of a brat, sweetheart.” He husked.

With a smug look on your face, you replied, “Whatever Rumlow, I do what I want!”

With a tight jaw, he growled into your ear, “Oh no baby, you do what I want.”

He started to take his gloves off, dropped them to the mat, and stalked over to you. All in one motion, he pulled you close as his lips collided with yours and just before he could slip his tongue into your mouth, you pulled away and targeted his chin with a swift uppercut.

“What the fuck was that for?!!” He demanded, holding his jaw.

Shyly, you replied, “Sorry, I was just making sure this was real and not one of my dreams.”

“Take those things off, now! I don’t need you hittin’ me again.” Said Brock with a slight smile.

You replied, “I can still hit you without the gloves, ya know.” Then stuck your tongue out at him.

He frantically helped you take your gloves off and unwrapped your hands. As soon as they were free, you grabbed a hold of his wild dark hair and pulled him in closer until his lips were on yours once again. Brock slipped his tongue between your lips and pressed it against your teeth, desperately wanting his to twist and knot with yours. Moaning into his mouth, Brock had you locked into a firm embrace and the heat from his body could be felt through his shirt.

He nipped at your jawline before kissing the sculpted hollow of your throat. His stubble gently tickled your neck as you whispered, “You hated seeing his hands on me, didn’t you?”

Brock continued to leave little love bites up and down your neck when you aggressively pulled back on his hair, “Didn’t you?!”

“Ow!” Exclaimed Brock, when you pulled on his hair. “Yes, sweetheart. I hated seeing another guy with his hands all over you, his fingers firmly digging into your hips, turning them, grazing your ass while standing behind you…all of it made me crazy.” He growled as his cheeks flared with anger and jealousy.

“I only want your hands on me, Rumlow.” You purred into his ear.

The flecks of gold in his eyes appeared to dance when he heard your words as he replied, “Oh yeah? Anything else?”

With a sly smile, Brock touched his tongue to his top teeth which gave you an idea.

“What that tongue do, baby?” You chuckled, then bit down gently on his earlobe.

You had let your guard down, let yourself relax in his embrace so it took you by surprise when he lightly pushed you backwards, grabbed your forearm, and kicked your lead leg out from under you, then eased you gently onto the mat.

“Oh…I don’t know that you’re ready for what my tongue can do to you, doll.” He replied as he fell to his knees, grabbed the sides of your workout leggings, forcefully yanked them off and finally settled in between your legs.

Clawing for the hem of his shirt, you desperately wanted to touch his bare skin and toned body. Brock was indeed a specimen underneath his clothes and there wasn’t an ounce of him that wasn’t pure muscle. The muscles in his arms were as hard as marble and tight like bow strings just like the rest of him.

As he held himself up above you, one hand roamed from your bare thigh, up and over the curve of your hip, then his thick calloused fingers gently tickled the sensitive skin of your stomach as they inched up and underneath your shirt.

“Yes I am. I need to know if you’re as good as you are in my dreams.” You said, breathlessly.

One side of his mouth curled up into a devilish smirk, his intense gaze raked over your body before focusing on your mouth and his lips crashed insistently against yours that left you panting hard when he pulled away.

The deep V in your t-shirt left your collarbone exposed and you barely got a chance to look into his bourbon colored eyes before he leaned down to kiss it and continued to kiss in between your breasts.

“You’ve been warned, baby.” He purred.

You could feel his warm breath through the fabric of your shirt before he yanked it over your head and tossed it to the side. Brock lightly nipped at the delicate skin of your stomach, his stubble grazing and tickling you as a light giggle escaped your lips.

Naked from the waist down, you impatiently waited for him to inch closer to your core as he kissed you everywhere, pausing just above your entrance before saying, “Last chance, doll. You sure? Tell ya what…how ‘bout I just warm you up a little first?”

Just as he uttered those words, he slipped one of his thick fingers inside, teasing you like crazy, moving in and out of you, smirking at you as he did so.

Cocky little shit.

Slowly, he eased in another finger and rolled his thumb over your clit. Brock loved hearing your soft whimpers and it turned him on to see your jaw drop open as he worked his skilled fingers inside of you.

You were almost embarrassed at how wet you were for him as he eagerly sucked the taste of you off of his fingers.

“You taste so sweet, princess, like candy. Look at you, waiting patiently for me. If I use my tongue, you gonna come for me like a good girl? Hmmm?” He asked so politely, still using his fingers to warm you up.

Brock seemed to enjoy watching your twist and squirm as your strangled moans filled the empty room.

“Y-yes! Brock please!” You begged.

Your cries were music to his ears as his arms wrapped firmly around your thighs and he buried his face between your legs, holding you in place to make sure you weren’t going anywhere.

Your thighs quivered as his stubble scratched the inner part of your upper leg and you felt his tongue delve in between your folds while you immediately whimpered his name. The tiny flutters in your stomach became more intense as he made long, eager strokes with his proficient tongue and one of his hands pressed firmly against your stomach trying to keep you flush with the mat.

“Thaaaat’s it, sweetheart. Just let go for me. I want you to make me feel like I’m drowning. You can do that for me, I know you can.” He whispered.

The flutters turned into waves, growing larger, moving faster, while grinding down on his face as your orgasm approached. Your whole body shuddered as his name echoed through the gym and he lapped up every drop of your release, humming against your core, savoring your taste.

You could taste yourself on his lips and tongue as you let your fingers glide through his thick dark hair and he practically got into a fist fight with your sports bra to get you out of it which made you laugh a little.

He didn’t really give you the chance to come down from your high before he quickly stripped off the rest of his clothes and the both of you were now completely naked in his boxing ring.

Brock reached into his pants to pull out a condom.

After slipping it on, he slowly inched his face toward yours with a sinister smile across his lips before leaning down to kiss you again, his tongue curling and twisting inside your mouth with the taste of you still on his lips.

“Who says you get to be on top?” You asked rhetorically.

You quickly rolled so he was underneath you, squeezing his sides between your thighs and pinning his arms above his head.

“Ha! I pinned you, Rumlow.” You said with a warm smile.

You spoke too soon.

Just as quickly as you rolled on top of him, he rolled again and pinned you to the mat.

“I don’t get pinned, sweetheart. I do the pinning.” He stated.

His commanding words caused goosebumps to dance across your skin as he nudged your knees apart with your arms still pinned above your head. Brock lined himself up, eased his thick length into you, stretching you out slowly as a sinful call of his name escaped your lips.

Brock moved slowly, allowing you to stretch all the way out before starting to move a little faster, his cock buried so deep inside of you, it was almost too much and unholy cries of passion fled from your mouth and into his ears, making him absolutely feral for you.

Your breathy moans mixed with his powerful grunts turned both of you on and it put a sinister smile on his face as he started to drive into you harder, his cock getting coated more and more by your drenched pussy with each forceful thrust.

His pace was fast and brutal but you loved every second of it. Every time he used his tongue and his teeth on your most sensitive areas, your moans and sinful noises told him how much you loved it. And you responded by pulling his hair and digging your fingernails into his skin, leaving light scratch marks up and down his tight back muscles that made him hiss with pleasure.

Brock loved to tease too. Every time he felt your walls flutter and clench around him, he’d pause and wait for you to look up at him with slight disappointment on your face. He was toying with you just like he was toying with Cody while they sparred.

Brock was cocky enough to know that Cody wasn’t going to beat him, just like he knew that there was zero doubt he was going to make you explode, only he was in control of when it was going to happen.

Tiny beads of sweat trickled down the side of your neck as his lips skirted across your collarbone. You ignored the pain in your back against the hard mat that you were pinned against by his strong hands and body. Brock’s fingertips were pressed so firmly against your skin, that it felt like he was leaving imprints on your veins and muscles.

“Let me come, Brock! Please!” You blurted out as the overstimulation took control of your voice and he continued to hold your orgasm hostage.

But every movement he made was bringing him closer to his own climax so he wasn’t going to be able to control it for much longer.

“That’s it. Come for me, sweetheart.” He growled in your ear as he reached down and began to rub your clit while he was just about to chase his own release.

With no one around to hear you and without hesitation, you came with a loud cry while Brock continued to plunge into you at a quickened pace. He didn’t stop until he finished and with your legs wrapped around his lower back, you pulled him deeper inside and he let out a loud gravelly cry of his own.

Coming down from your high, trying to catch your breath, you pressed the palm of your hand to your forehead, and with a wide smile said, “Maybe I should break your rules more often, if you’re gonna fuck me like that, Rumlow. I really don’t see the downside here.”

Brock let out a light chuckle.

“There you go bein’ a brat again.” He said, gently touching his lips to yours.

Softly moaning against his mouth, you replied, “I think you like it when I’m a brat. Juuuuuust a little bit.”

“Well, I know I like you whether you’re being a brat or not. I just don’t like anyone else’s hands on you.” Muttered Brock.

You inched your face closer to his.

“Yes, you made that perfectly clear. Is this like your ‘thing,’ Rumlow because if it is, I don’t–” You started to say before he captured your lips again.

After a kiss that made your toes curl, he replied as he positioned himself next to you, “You think I like losin’ money like I did today, doll? No, I don’t. But I do really like you though, enough to let you punch me in the face and tug on my hair.”

You rolled onto your side and let his warm gold eyes rake all over your naked body. He let his top teeth bite down onto his bottom lip as you replied, “You like me enough to let Cody keep his job?”

Pinching your chin between his thumb and forefinger while giving you a hard eye roll, he said, “I guess he can keep his job, baby. But I don’t wanna see his hands on you again, you got that?!”

“Ok, Brock. I’ll make sure you won’t see it.” You replied with a wink.

“You really do like bein’ a brat, don’t ya? Ok, just for that…you’re gonna clean up this mess you made all over my mat. Cody ain’t here to do it so you can do it.” He said, pointing his finger at you.

You shook your head aggressively.

“Nope! YOU can do that, Mr. Rumlow. I didn’t do all of this, you helped too!” You replied.

Brock sat up and started to put his t-shirt back on.

“And what makes you think I’m gonna clean up YOUR mess, doll?” He asked.

As you slipped your leggings and the rest of your clothes back on, you leaned in, kissed him on the cheek and whispered in his ear, “Because after you’re finished with that…I’ll show you what MY tongue can do to YOU. I’ll be in the shower!”

Your words left Brock stunned as you turned to walk out of the ring. With your back facing him, you started to walk toward the locker room with the sound of quick moving feet hot on your heels.

You got a pretty decent workout today after all.

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Ericca! I missed you, I’ve been thinking about you. 🥰

I love this. You definitely kept Brock in character with him running off after finding out she was pregnant. I like how you made her feel scared and alone, but she didn’t let Brock off the hook for being an asshole despite that.

And the smut was good, too. ;)

Hope you’re well, my friend. ♥️

Okay here is my ask...can you do one where Rumlow becomes a dad? Like from him finding out to baby looking at him for the first time? I'm curious how he would handle FMC having morning sickness, and all the craziness during pregnancy, and especially how he would handle her giving birth (maybe she wants to do it naturally). Thanks new friend!!

I don’t know why I had never written Rumlow as a dad before but I guess I was just waiting for the right ask and I’m SO happy you did because this was a lot of fun to write and I really hope you like it, my lovely friend♥️😘

An Unexpected Surprise

Photos are not mine. They are courtesy of Pinterest/Google.

Pairing: Brock Rumlow x F! Reader

Warnings: Pregnancy symptoms, pregnancy sex (18+ please or else I’m telling on you), swear words, angst, fluffy bunnies and unicorns

Word Count: 5K-ish

Summary: You and your fiancé are met with, well, an unexpected surprise. Navigating pregnancy was going to be tough but it might actually be tougher for Brock

A/N: It was a while ago but I tried to draw from my own experience of being pregnant for this and bouncing ideas off of my new friend was so fun and she actually gave me an idea for another Rumlow fic which I can’t wait to start. Thank you again!

As always, thank you for reading!  I appreciate it so much and comments, reblogs are welcome and encouraged. Don’t be shy to tell me your favorite part. 💕💕 💕

This wasn’t supposed to happen yet. You were careful, painstakingly careful.

You always thought of yourself as being prepared for anything and everything which is why this was a complete surprise.

But there it was, right in front of your eyes and clear as day.

Two defined dark blue lines explained why you had been feeling nauseous, why you suddenly had an aversion to chicken, and why your period was late…very, very late.

You were pregnant.

Gazing down at your engagement ring, you were also nervous about what your love was going to say about it. Brock wasn’t exactly the sweet, teddy bear type. Well, he was that way with you but he was also the type to react poorly to a situation and then apologize later for it.

How were you going to tell him? Neither of you was entirely sold on the idea of having kids, but especially having kids right away. His work at SHIELD was important to him and it wasn’t exactly danger free. Brock’s work took him on missions all over the world, it sometimes put him in threatening situations and you never wanted to tell him that he had to give all that up. Not coming home to you would be one thing; it would be difficult to get through but you knew what you signed up for when you said yes but having to tell a child that their daddy isn’t coming home is different and would be even harder.

What were you going to do?

**********

After confirming your pregnancy at the doctor’s office, you finally worked up the courage to tell Brock that he was going to be a father. You created scenarios in your head, tried to figure out how you were going to talk to him if he got angry, upset, or even just completely shut himself off because he was in shock.

He wanted to go out to dinner. Brock felt guilty for spending so much time away from home lately so he wanted to try and make it up to you and after dodging questions like “What? You don’t want anything to drink?” and “I thought you loved the way they make the lemon chicken here?” It was time to tell him.

But when you arrived home, Brock had other ideas. The two of you barely walked through the door before he pulled the sweater over your head, while you reached for the button on his jeans, and devouring each other like you haven’t seen each other in months.

Tangled in each other’s limbs, his lips gently pressed against the soft skin of your shoulder as his calloused hands traveled up your thigh and came to rest on your hip. Your fingers tangled in his wild dark hair while the stubble on his chin delicately scratched your cheek and he purred in your ear.

“I’m sorry, I’ve been workin’ so much lately, doll. Forgive me?” He asked. The sexy rasp in his voice gently vibrated in your ear.

“Well when you ask so nicely, how could I not?” You said with a sly smile. “You’re so soft for me, Rumlow.”

“Yeah, yeah, you don’t need to broadcast it. No one needs to know that.” He answered back.

You could feel heat rush across your chest and you could hear your heart beating rapidly inside your ears, knowing that what you were about to say was going to change your relationship with Brock either for the better or not so much.

“I’m pregnant, Brock.” You blurted out.

“That’s not funny, sweetheart.” Replied Brock.

Biting down on your lower lip, your hands started to shake.

“I’m not joking, baby. I’ve been feeling nauseous, I missed my period, so I finally took a test and had it confirmed at the doctor’s a couple of days ago. I’m pregnant.” You said nervously.

All of the color drained from Brock’s face as he sat speechless, staring at you with his whiskey colored eyes, and working out in his head what you had just told him.

“Say something please, Brock. I know we didn’t exactly plan for this–” You had started to say before he interrupted you.

“Plan for this? We didn’t plan for this at all, doll! I thought you were on birth control?!” He asked.

“Well obviously it’s not always a sure thing, Brock! Maybe I missed a couple!” You said, visibly upset.

Quickly, he got out of bed, put his clothes on and looked at you one more time before heading for the door.

His motorcycle roared to life and you heard him drive down the street before the sounds faded and you were left alone, wondering when or if he was coming back.

**********

The next morning, as you sat at the kitchen island, sipping your coffee, you heard the bike pull into the driveway. The blood in your veins began to boil and you could feel your cheeks burning with anger. Your jaw tightened while waiting for Brock to come inside; you couldn’t wait to give him hell for just getting up and leaving like he did.

You heard his keys unlock the door and as you turned to face the door, you folded your arms protectively across your chest. Slowly, the doorknob turned and he stepped inside with a very pathetic look on his face like a puppy that just chewed your favorite shoes.

“Where the hell have you been?!! I haven’t had time to be worried about you because I’ve been busy being pissed off and that’s putting it nicely, Brock!!” You shouted.

“I’m sorry, doll. I shouldn’t have—“ Brock started to say before you cut him off.

“Shouldn’t have what? Left me in the middle of the night? For making me feel like a piece of trash because you left right after you fucked me? I’m going to be your wife, Rumlow! You can’t just leave like that!” You continued.

“I know! And I’m sorry, sweetheart! I don’t know what the etiquette is for when the woman you love unexpectedly tells you that she’s pregnant.” He replied.

You retorted with, “Is it ever fully expected, Brock? You think I wasn’t floored when I saw the results of that pregnancy test, telling me that I’m gonna be a mom? I felt alone and scared! And even more so when you left without a word after I FINALLY worked up the courage to tell you. Where did you even go, anyway?”

Brock tossed his keys on the counter, walked over to the cabinet to get a cup and poured himself some coffee.

“I drove around for awhile, ended up on the steps of the Lincoln Memorial and found myself just staring out at the reflecting pool. I know I shouldn’t have left like that but you know I react first and think later. It’s not my best trait and I’m so sorry.” Said Brock, sheepishly.

He reached into his leather jacket and pulled out a small stuffed bunny that he probably bought at the drugstore. Brock handed it to you. It felt so soft as you let the fabric glide through your fingers and your lips curled into a slight smile.

Tears stung the back of your eyes as you walked over to him and snaked your arms around his neck. Brock set his cup down on the counter so he could pull your body flush to his and he locked his hands around your waist. The gaze of his amber colored eyes locked onto yours before he buried his face into the crook of your neck.

Brock let out a gentle exhale that warmed your chilled skin and he softly pressed his lips to your collarbone before saying again, “I’m sorry, sweetheart. I love you.”

“I love you too, Brock.” You replied. “You still gonna love me, when you can’t reach me because my belly is in the way?”

“Of course, doll.” He said.

You chuckled a little.

“That is the correct answer, Mr Rumlow.” You said.

His expression softened and became a little more serious before saying, “Well, there is something we need to change right away.”

Confused, you replied, “What’s that, baby?”

“We need to change your last name.” Said Brock.

The corners of your mouth curled into a wide smile as your lips collided with his. You were engaged but had dragged your feet at setting a wedding date yet so even though this isn’t exactly the way you wanted it to happen, you were very happy about it.

“What did you have in mind, handsome?” You asked.

A sly smile stretched across Brock’s lips as he replied, “I have an idea.”

**********

Brock wasn’t exactly a fly-by-the-seat-of-his-pants type of guy so when he proposed the two of you elope, you were very surprised but happy at the same time. It would be one less thing to worry about before the baby comes.

After a wedding and short honeymoon in the Bahamas, it was time to prepare for Baby Rumlow’s arrival which wasn’t easy but it was especially tough for Brock.

Between the doctor’s appointments, work, trying to find time to work on the nursery, and fluctuating hormones, the two of you were exhausted.

Brock had been burning the candle at both ends, going on more missions in the early parts of your pregnancy so he could be home more for the later months in case you needed anything.

But now you have reached that stage in your pregnancy where you were horny all…the…time.

“You sure you’re ok, doll?” He asked.

“I’m not gonna break, Rumlow.” You said with a smirk.

Your little belly separated the two of you as you straddled him on the couch. He was surprised you practically tackled him when he walked through the door. Between the morning sickness and the exhaustion, there wasn’t a lot of intimacy in those first three months but that fourth month hit and you were ready to make up for lost time.

After you removed his black t-shirt, your kisses were aggressive, all tongue and teeth, as you gently tugged on his wild dark brown hair and his fingers gently danced up and down your spine. You reached for the button on his jeans as his thick fingers traveled up your thigh, underneath your skirt and touched the wet spot on your panties. Brock kicked off his pants and helped you slip out of your long skirt as you firmly planted your knees on either side of his hips once again.

“You don’t wanna go to the bedroom, sweetheart?” He asked.

The raspy tone to his voice has always been such a turn on for you. The purr in your ear made you extremely wet and there was no way you were going to pause this to go to the bedroom. You wanted him now and let him know it by stroking him, feeling him get harder by the second, while he let out a strangled moan and you shook your head “no.”

Brock pinched your chin between his thumb and forefinger before insistently pressing his lips to yours. His days-old stubble gently scratched against your chin as he parted your lips with his tongue and his fingers dipped below the line of your panties but not before he lightly cradled your little bump. A quiet whimper fell from your lips as he parted your folds with one finger, teasing you, circling your clit, and hitting that special spot.

“You’re dripping down my hand, baby. You need this too, don’t you.” He growled.

He curled his talented fingers inside, making you lightheaded as your walls began to tighten around him. Brock’s other hand fit around your neck like a choker as your eyes fluttered closed; he knew you were close as you mewled his name.

“You’re too quiet, doll. Come for me, y/n, let me hear you, then I’ll give you what you really want.” He said in a grating whisper.

His words went straight to your core and your release hit you hard and fast, calling out his name loudly and causing your voice to break. Leaning down, you grazed your teeth along his jawline as his lips curled into a sly grin.

“That’s it, that’s my good girl.” He praised you.

Still coming down from your high, Brock managed to remove his boxer briefs and your panties before lining himself up and sliding into you with ease, smiling as he heard your breath hitch and captured your lips again in a forceful kiss; he let out a low growl as you started to roll your hips and pulling him in close so you could move in tandem. With quick snaps of his hips underneath you, your second orgasm started to stir and your thighs stiffened with every shallow thrust causing you to clench around him.

You were so close to just falling apart, strangled moans and other sinful noises continued to fall from your lips which made him work harder to push you over the edge and chase his own release.

“Brock!” You cried out.

With his arms wrapped tightly around your waist, he spilled into you as you crumpled on top of him, your chests heaving, trying to catch your breath. Brock started to kiss the sculpted hollow of your throat when he felt the tiniest of flutters in your belly, pressed against his.

“Holy shit, what the fuck is that?” He asked in a shocked tone.

“She’s kicking, Brock.” You said then quickly clamped your hands over your mouth.

At your last ultrasound, the tech asked if you wanted to know the baby’s sex and you both decided you wanted to be surprised, well, actually YOU decided. Brock wanted to know because then he could have a little more control and know what to expect but he was overruled. So instead, they put the sex of the baby in an envelope in case you changed your mind.

“SHE?! You little sneak! You looked at the ultrasound anyway after you gave me shit for wanting to know what we were having!” Said Brock with a wide smile.

Biting down on your lower lip, you tried to stop yourself from smiling but you failed miserably.

“Ok, I know I said I wanted to be surprised but I lied. Or rather, I changed my mind.” You replied. “You mad?”

Brock gently placed his hand against your growing belly as the flutters continued. His smile was genuine and he really looked happy.

“Nah, I ain’t mad, sweetheart.” He said with a wink.

His stubble tickled your lips as you kissed him on the cheek and said, “Oh yay, now we can pick out all things pink!”

He quickly replied with a hard eye roll and said, “Can we go easy on the pink please, y/n?”

“How ‘bout pink and black?” You asked.

Brock held his hand out in between the two of you and said, “Deal.”

**********

Baby girl Rumlow was getting bigger by the day and so was your stomach. It was becoming increasingly more difficult to sit up after sleeping, to see your feet, and even just to get comfortable.

“So when do you stop going to work?” Brock asked one evening after your shower.

You narrowed your eyes at him and replied in a confused tone, “What do you mean, baby?”

“I mean, you’re gettin’ pretty big, doll. You gotta be thinkin’ about stopping working until after the baby, right?” He replied.

Oh, he’s so lucky he’s handsome.

“I’m sorry, did you just say ‘BIG?’” You asked through clenched teeth.

He interrupted you, “Ok now, I didn’t mean it that way, sweetheart. You know that. I was only thinkin’ of YOU. I know how tough it’s been lately for you to get comfortable, to walk around, shit like that.”

Without warning, tears welled up in your eyes and before you could try and stop yourself, they were streaming down your face. It had been happening more as it was getting closer to your due date and everything was hitting you all at once. You were tired, hormonal, and absolutely terrified of being a mom but everyone told you it was all normal, although it didn’t make it any easier to try and control.

“Aside from moments like these—“ You started to say, pointing to the tears in your eyes, “I feel fine, Brock. The doctor said that as long as I don’t have any issues or the baby isn’t in distress, I’m fine to work until I’m due.”

“Well, what if I don’t want you workin’?” Said Brock.

“Baby, I’m not on my feet all the time unless I want or need to be. I’m fine.” You said, pouring your tea.

You baby girl started to move around. She was very active in the evening hours and loved to stretch out, jabbing you in the side with her feet and hands. It wasn’t just a quick kick to the ribs and she was done…NOPE! Her stretches caused you to wince and you tried to move her feet to a different spot that wasn’t so painful.

“Oof…” You said, pressing on your belly.

Brock reached out to gently touch your stomach.

“What? What is it? Is it time?!” He asked nervously.

You smiled and chuckled a little at Brock’s concern for you. It was really sweet.

Shaking your head, you replied, “No, no, baby. I’m fine—here…” You said, grabbing his hand and placing it on the side of your bump. “You feel that? She’s stretching. That’s her heel you’re feeling.”

Brock Rumlow was a man of few words and he had even less to say while he was feeling his baby move around. His lips curled into a wide smile as his strong hands followed her hands and feet around your bump.

“That’s…wow. That’s really somethin’, doll.”

You were getting close to your due date and felt enormous but everything was in order, the nursery was done, and you couldn’t wait to meet her. Now all you had to do was settle on a name which was a process because every name you liked, Brock would veto and every name he suggested, you didn’t like.

“She still needs a name, baby.” You said.

Brock inched closer, until you were sharing the same air and you could see his facial features up close. The laugh lines around his whiskey colored eyes were prominent but they made him so ruggedly handsome and hard to resist when he was this close to you.

He bypassed your lips and leaned down to kiss the sweet spot on your neck that you loved so much, the gentle scratches of his beard tickled your throat and neck as he peppered kisses up and down the side of your neck which made you giggle.

He replied, “I’m sure we’ll figure it out. We still have time.”

**********

Although, the time you did have left wasn’t much and it went by very quickly.

You had started sleeping on top of a large beach towel in case your water broke while you were sleeping and you woke up one night a couple of days before your due date to a decent amount of pain shooting across your stomach and an empty spot next to you in bed where Brock was supposed to be.

Shit.

Picking up your phone off of the nightstand, you quickly checked to see if you had any messages from Brock which you did. He said he had a quick job locally he had to do, just to the airport and back to SHIELD, then he would be home.

The contractions were unlike anything you’ve experienced before so more than likely you were in labor…and Brock wasn’t there.

In his texts, Brock said it wouldn’t take long but how long could you wait? He didn’t answer when you called and you tried him a few times so you decided to text him.

I think she’s coming, baby. I’ll meet you at the hospital. If you miss this, don’t plan on coming home…I’m sorry, I love you but I’m hormonal and scared to death.

On your way out the door, you picked up your bag that you remember packing a few months ago, the little outfits you picked out for her to wear home and everything you needed for your time in the hospital.

It was 2:30 in the morning and the city was quiet. You stared out of the car window as your Uber driver raced to the hospital, there wasn’t a lot going on besides the bright lights above the sidewalk, a few people walking beneath them, and you wondered where your husband was. Hopefully he was alright.

Before arriving at the hospital, you had called your doctor to tell him you were in labor or at least you thought you were and you tried Brock one more time before checking in…still no answer.

The contractions were painful and as you lay in bed, hooked up to all the machines, you wondered where Brock was and why did your daughter have to pick tonight when her father wasn’t home to start her journey into this world.

The noises inside and outside of your hospital room were tuned out by your brain and your thoughts. You probably checked your phone every 15 seconds to see if Brock had at least texted but he hadn’t. He still had time though because you were only a few centimeters dilated.

You had been resting for a little while, dealing with the contractions as they came when the doctor came in to check to see how your labor was progressing.

“How are my patients doing?” Asked Dr. Kalla as he walked through the door.

Before the door closed all the way, you thought you heard some commotion, yelling, and something hitting the floor but you didn’t think anything of it.

“Fine, Dr. Kalla. They seem like they’re getting closer.” You replied, just as he started to check how far along you were.

Dignity was out the window when it came to labor and delivery so it only made sense that Brock practically broke down the door while you were being checked by your doctor.

He took one look at the doctor and then yelled, “What the fuck do you think you’re doin’, guy?!!!”

Brock was ready to knock the doctor to the floor when you yelled at him, “BROCK, STOP!! Dr. Kalla was just checking my labor progression! What is the matter with you?!!”

Dr. Kalla was finishing his check when Brock’s friend, Jack Rollins, stuck his head in the room to say, “Rumlow…I’m gonna go park the truck.” He paused, looked at the doctor, then looked at you and continued, “Whoa…heyoooooo!”

“I’m gonna kill you!” Yelled Brock and started to chase Jack out of the room.

Ripping the cool wash cloth off of your forehead, you yelled at Brock, “I’m gonna kill YOU, Rumlow! I’m so sorry, Doctor. He’s a big dumb animal.”

The doctor replied, “It wouldn’t have been the first time a husband has knocked me out. You’re progressing quickly. You can still have the epidural if you want to but I know you said you wanted to do this naturally. Is that still your plan?”

A contraction was hitting right at that moment.

You took a minute to breathe through it before answering, “Yes, that’s still my plan but thank you and again, I am so sorry about him.”

“I’ll be back in a little bit to check you again.” The doctor said.

“Hey doc, I’m really sorry.” Said Brock.

“It’s your first baby, I’ll give you a pass. Enjoy these last moments as a family of two.” He said with a kind smile and closed the door behind him.

Your smile quickly disappeared as the door closed and through gnashed teeth, you said, “I cannot believe you, Rumlow! He’s a DOCTOR!!”

“Well, what was I supposed to think, I rush in here and another man has his fingers inside of you!” He growled back.

Fighting the pain of a contraction, you replied, “Again, he’s a doctor!! You didn’t recognize him?!! He’s been my doctor for a handful of appointments!”

“Alright, alright, doll. I’m sorry, ok? I’m sorry I was out on a job, I’m sorry I almost knocked the doctor’s teeth out, I’m just…sorry.” Said Brock, kissing your forehead.

It really was hard to stay mad at him so you just decided to switch gears and move on.

“It’s ok, Brock. She’ll be here soon, ya know.” You said. “Ow, ow, ow!”

“Seems like she wants out now.” Brock said with a wide smile.

“Are we ready for this?” You asked with a hitch in your voice.

He moved a stray hair away from your eyes and replied, “Ready as we’ll ever be, doll. She’s comin’ whether we’re ready or not.”

**********

The next time the doctor checked, he broke your water, said you were close and it will almost be time to push. Breathing through your contractions with quick inhales and exhales, your eyes fluttered closed at the really bad ones and Brock was there to hold your hand through all of them.

Expecting the doctor, the door opened but it was Jack that walked in.

“I’m here to check the patient.” He joked, holding two fingers in the air.

“Get outta my room, Jack!” You shouted at him through a rather painful contraction.

A devilish grin stretched across Jack’s lips as he replied, “I’m kidding, y/n! I’m kidding! I just wanted to see how you were doin’ and if you needed anything.”

“Who are you and what have you done with the real Jack Rollins?” You asked.

Jack replied, “I’m just gonna say, I’ll be right outside if you’re ready to have another one put in you when this one is out.”

Jack ran for the door as Brock chased him.

“Get outta my wife’s room and you don’t get to come back until the baby is out!” Shouted Brock.

After Jack slipped out of the room, the doctor came back.

“You ready to push y/n? It’s time to meet your baby.” Said Dr. Kalla.

You nodded as Brock kissed the top of your head and helped you get into position.

It was chaotic in your room, to say the least. Doctors and nurses everywhere, Brock holding your leg, telling you to push, and you focusing on desperately wanting to meet your baby daughter.

And after a handful of pushes, some very strong curse words, and encouragement from everyone around you, your little girl finally graced everyone with her presence and she was very vocal about it.

The picture of perfection, little Natalie Elizabeth Rumlow was finally here and she was so worth the wait.

All you wanted to do was stare at her, the perfect tiny combination of you and Brock fit in the crook of your arms like she was always meant to be there. And your husband couldn’t stop smiling.

“It’s obvious I’ve never really held a baby before, isn’t it?” He asked.

You returned a smile and replied, “Eh, maybe a little…but not too bad.”

The door opened slowly and Jack peeked in, holding a stuffed unicorn, “Is it safe? Has the screaming stopped? I’d like to meet her.”

“It’s safe…come on in, Uncle Jack.” You said.

Jack was actually a natural when it came to holding babies.

“If you tell anyone I’m soft when it comes to babies, I’ll fuckin’ kill you, Rumlow!” Said Jack.

That made you both laugh.

Natalie’s first visitor was her Uncle Jack but many more visitors of family and friends followed after him, of course she slept through most of it like newborns do, only waking up to be fed and changed.

And after they all had gone home, it was just the three of you finally alone and you were exhausted.

“You think I’ll be good at this Dad thing, sweetheart?” Asked Brock, watching Natalie sleep.

“I do, baby. But just remember that nobody’s perfect. We’ll both make mistakes, I’m sure.” You replied.

“You’ll have to help me.” He said.

You gently touched Natalie’s head, her wild dark hair reminded you a lot of her dad’s.

“We’ll help each other, baby.” You said with a warm smile.

Brock inched closer to you and planted a gentle kiss on your lips.

“I love you.” Whispered Brock.

You whispered back, “I love you too.”

**********

Three Months Later

“Why?!! She’s just a tiny baby! Why?!” Asked Brock, flustered and pacing back and forth in the exam room.

“It’s just that time, baby. It’s not like she’s gonna remember.” You said. “I told you that you didn’t have to come if you didn’t want to.”

It was time for Natalie’s first shots and it probably was a mistake to bring Brock with you but you thought maybe he could comfort you too. It wasn’t easy watching those needles pierce her skin and seeing her cry but you handled it better than Brock did.

In the car, on the way home, you took a phone call from the doctor’s office.

“Yes, I completely understand. Thank you.” You said and hung up.

Brock asked, “What did they say?”

“Yeah, they said you’re not allowed to come with me anymore!” You yelled.

“So I got a little upset, what’s the big deal?!” He asked with a shrug.

You playfully punched him in the shoulder.

“You made those nurses cry, Brock! THAT’S the big deal!” You said.

“Serves them right for hurting my little girl.” He said. “So I’m really not allowed back?”

“Not unless those nurses recover from their PTSD!” You hissed.

A sly smile appeared on Brock’s face as he said with a chuckle, “Totally worth it. It’s a story I’ll be able to tell her when she’s older.”

Biting back a smile, you couldn’t do anything but shake your head at him. You reached out and brushed his cheek with your knuckles. Brock turned his head quickly to kiss your hand, Natalie was babbling to herself in her carseat, and you were endlessly in love with both of them.

She really was the best unexpected surprise you didn’t know you wanted but now couldn’t live without.

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Oh, I really loved this. It was so warm. 😍

Since you asked…could I request something with Thunderbolts Bucky and wife waking up one morning and laying in bed talking, cuddling, intimate moments together and planning a calm day together until plans change? 🥰

Bucky didn't come home from a mission until late in the night. It was a little after midnight when you felt a pair of arms wrap around you and a chest pressing against your back.

You turned in his arms and he kissed your nose before you nuzzled your face into his neck.

You wake up to Bucky sleepily staring at you in the morning, "Hi, baby," you rasp out and lean in, pecking his lips.

Bucky pulls your closer, his metal arm running down your side, "Morning."

"Everything go okay?"

"Mhm," he replies with a nod, "Just got a bit delayed. Walker blew up our getaway car. Had to figure out a different way to get out of there."

You can't help but chuckle, "It's always something with you guys."

Bucky chuckles with you, "You're preachin' to the choir, sweetheart," he sighs and rests his cheek against your head, "But it overall went fine."

You reach up and run your fingers through Bucky's hair. It's grown significantly longer and you love it.

Bucky groans when your nails scratch his scalp. He practically melts in your hand, "Mmmm. Love when you do that," he mumbles. He moves down to bury his face in your neck.

Most don't know this, but your husband can be very cuddly in the morning.

You softly let out a deep breath, "Do you need to go in today?"

"Just for a debrief," he murmurs against your skin, "Other than that, I'm all yours today."

You smile to yourself, "All mine, hm? That mean I can put you to work and help me clean the place?"

"Sure, don't care as long as I'm spending time with you."

After becoming a New Avenger, you and Bucky don't get a lot of time together anymore. You thought it was bad when he was in Congress, but it's even worse now that he's actively going out into the world to help others again. But you can't fault your husband for having a big heart and wanting to do good. So you support him one-hundred percent and share him with the world, cherishing the time you two do get to spend with each other.

"Probably not spend the entire time cleaning. We can do other stuff too," Bucky pulls away to look at you, a smirk and mischievous glint in his eyes, "Other stuff, you say?"

You playfully roll your eyes at him, "Like go to the theater or watch a Broadway show, you horndog."

He laughs, "Sweetheart, you can't be mad at me because I wanna make love to my beautiful wife!"

"Okay, fine. We can do some of that too, I guess," you play off the nonchalance.

Bucky sits up and props his body over yours. His toned chest hovering over you and his dog tags swinging over your face, "Let's start now then, hm?" he leans in and kisses you while slotting himself in between your legs.

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One of my favorite Billy writers. Love your stuff my friend, rereading your stuff. 🥰

The First Snowfall

You always take pictures in Central Park on the first significant snowfall of the year where you meet a very sweet, handsome man that makes you feel warm on a cold winter day

Love for Billy Russo Playlist

The man is way smexy and deserves his own playlist

Say It Again

You and Billy attend a function he’s hosting for potential new clients and the green eyed monster hits both of you…hard

Just Because

Side story to The First Snowfall. Billy tells you he’s never received a real present before so you decide to change that.

Headcanons

These are for MY Billy because I believe him to be sweet and loving but also not without his flaws

Headcanons Part 2

More sweet and smexy things for My Mr. Russo

Why Weren’t You There?

As you and Billy grow closer, he opens up more about his childhood and tells you he has nightmares sometimes

The Rabbit Hole

Billy had a hard day at work and all he wanted was to have dinner and drinks with you. Then someone decided to put their hands on you.

Late Again

Billy’s late coming home…again. You decide to wait for him wearing a favorite shirt of his.

The Heart That Hurts You

Your weekly Wednesday night dinner with Billy at your apartment takes an unexpected turn. After asking him what you thought was an innocent question, it escalates into a full blown fight that ends with you making him leave. He tries everything to try and get you back, but you’re not ready.

The Heart That Hurts You Pt. 2

You rush to the hospital after Billy’s been shot and the two of you have a lot to talk about.

Lights Out

The power goes out during a really bad thunderstorm and you’re all alone at home while Billy is off doing field exercises.

Home

Billy and Reader have been best friends since childhood, they’re love of baseball and horror movies brought them together and they’ve stayed friends for many years. Will they stay just friends or could it be something more?

A Better Night

You’ve had a terrible day at work, Billy surprises you at home with dinner and ready to pamper you and make sure you have a better night

Just One Day

It’s holiday time! Reader is an owner of a small boutique. A handsome stranger walks by her shop every morning, they start to talk and he tells her he doesn’t enjoy this time of year, she asks him to give her one day to change his mind.

Just a Dream

Billy is scared, his dreams haunt him and the very thought of anything happening to you frightens him so he feels the need to do whatever it takes to protect you, protect you from his dreams. You comfort him and calm him down.

A Joyride with Billy Russo Playlist

A casual drive in the car with this man is filled with classic rock, 80’s metal, old hip hop, and 90’s grunge. I threw in a couple of bangers that I really love to belt out when I’m driving

Billy Russo Christmas Headcanons

I came up with some Christmas headcanons for my Billy, so cute and sweet. Keep your cookies close, otherwise he’s stealing them from you

Target Practice

Billy always gets turned on watching you shoot but this time he can’t wait until you get home. He wants to have you his way with you in his office and you are more than willing

Metal Moment

You’re home alone, cooking, and waiting for Billy and the Castle’s to come over for dinner. You’re listening to some Metallica, and it’s so loud you don’t hear them come inside.

Crazy in Love

It’s Valentine’s Day and Billy has already spoiled you rotten and made plans to take you out for a nice dinner. But a run in with an ex boyfriend stirs up some old painful memories and lands Billy in a little bit of trouble.

Crazy in Love Pt. 2

Continued from part one, Valentines Day into the next morning, Billy has more gifts for you. The man is incredibly thoughtful.

The Sweet Spot

You and Billy are invited to a picnic and you offer to bring dessert and wine. Billy offers to help you bake

Welcome Home

You’ve had a long day of traveling and Billy surprises you at the airport

Love Her

From Billy’s POV, he struggles with his own feelings after reader walks out on him. He realizes how he feels after listening to one of her favorite songs.

Good Morning

An ordinary weekday morning turns into so much more than you thought it would

After the Rain

An ex hurts you, and Billy starts to see red. He’s there to make sure your ex never puts his hands on you again.

Afternoon Delight

Reader is reading and waiting for her boyfriend to bring her lunch in the park. A very handsome man takes a seat next to her, the book she’s reading is one of his favorites.

True North

Friday nights at home are your favorite. You’re waiting for your love to bring home pizza and beer but he has a special gift for you tonight.

Goodnight Kisses

Billy is working at home in his office while you’re reading close by on the couch

Out of Left Field

You’re attending a baseball game with a friend and you weren’t expecting to meet a tall handsome stranger.

Out of Left Field Pt. 2

Your first date with Billy is unexpected but in a good way.

Leavin’ Early

You and Billy leave a wedding early because, well, you want him. In every which way you want him and you want him now and he wants you too.

Raindrop Races

A rainy Saturday morning, Billy’s cleaning the kitchen and you’re playing a little game by the window

Can’t Sleep

You tried everything but you just can’t stay asleep, maybe your love can help.

You’re Mine…I’m Yours

You have a weekly outing with your co-workers. Billy doesn’t really like it. He doesn’t like other men looking at you especially when he’s not there to put a stop to it but tonight he decides to do a little bit of a checkup on you.

Under the Pale Moonlight

Billy is unhinged, you’ve been taken and being held for ransom. He will not rest until you are found and he can bring you home safe, and you feel sorry for anyone who gets in his way

Ominous October Sky

No one threatens Billy or the woman he loves and they’re about to find out what happens when he’s pushed too far.

A Taste of Fall

You bring Billy to a place that holds a lot of special childhood memories for you. It’s one of your favorite places and just want to create some nice memories for him.

Bloodstains in the Snow

After a late night job, Billy wanders through the snow, figuring out how he feels about you.

The Perfect Gift

Billy opens up a little more to you; he talks a little about Christmas at the group home and what he really wanted when he was a child.

Let It All Wash Away

You’ve had a long and difficult day at work, Billy told you he would be late coming home, so you decide to try and relax with a nice hot bath.

To Love You More

Billy shows up at your apartment drunk. You’re surprised at what he has to tell you.

Beneath the Surface

You had a nightmare last night, Billy takes you to your favorite place that always calms you and makes you feel better.

Trust You Gut

You keep seeing a very handsome stranger every Friday at happy hour with your work friends. He saves you from a potential dangerous situation

Chocolate Kisses

Billy’s grouchy, he’s overworked and needs a little break. You’re hoping a little something sweet will lighten his mood.

Goodnight Sweet Prince

After a night out, on your way home, there’s a horrific accident

Kill or Be Killed

Billy helps you get rid of a problem

Scars

Billy comes home while you’re taking a nap, he notices a scar on your ankle and wants to know the story of where it came from

Only You’re The One

A brief run in with your ex puts Billy in a mood and has him wondering about how the love he has for you compares to your previous relationships

A Christmas Wish

You love decorating the Christmas tree but Billy doesn’t and he tries to put on a smile for you so you try to make it better by giving him a few special gifts.

On My Way

Told from Billy’s POV. Billy has an assistant that’s a little too flirty and he already has someone very special to him. She threatens to ruin what he’s waited so long for.

Make Him Pay

You are in the process of trying to heal from a past relationship with a man who was verbally abusive and somewhat violent. Billy is doing his best to help you

You Don’t Know Me

You and Billy are childhood friends, grew up together in the group home until he joined the Marines. After you lost touch, you see him years later but he didn’t see you…or so you thought.

Please Believe Me

Your date night almost turns out to be your last night. Billy vows to get revenge on the person(s) who tried to take you from him.

[zeldafairy]

His Last Miracle - Qadir al-Asmai x Reader

Commissioned art by @medeaft

Author's Note: My gift to @vampemoqueen as part of the VtM Secret Santa Writers 2024 event!

Another night, another accidental Embrace. Qadir had seen his share of poor, unfortunate souls like yourself in the thousands. But you were special. You would be his last miracle.

Content Warnings: Loss of agency, violence, implied/referenced abuse, obsession, death.

It was nothing short of a miracle how he got there before a certain Ms. Valerie Duval did, especially when it concerned you. You were fresh out of the bag, a youngling, new as they come. He had pulled your lips back to reveal your baby teeth, like a miniature doll. Fragile as porcelain, he could break you in two with his bare hands in an instant. But Valerie was a Scourge who desired to wipe out the Duskborn of New York City like the Second Coming. She had a flair for sniffing out the likes of you from miles away, and she was relentless.

Not tonight, however. Strange. Perhaps it was fate? he repeated this to the point of believing in it.

You were crouched over in the corner like a frightened animal while he gave the same boring speech prepared for every unsanctioned Embrace since the night he had stepped into the New World. Something about a mortal hobby he followed akin to the Penal Code. Baseball. The Mets. A three-strike system, honed to merciless perfection. He noticed how you listened, your eyes lost in his as you hung on his every word.

“Three strikes and you’re out, whelp,” he warned—or was it a murmur?—approaching you, eyes flashing, dangerous as they were seductive. He wedged you between his body and the plastered wall, palms pressed flat on either side of your head. “Do you understand?”

Tapping his foot impatiently, he saw your gaze drop to his lips and your breath quicken, matching the pace of his heartbeat if he had one. No, that wasn’t right. You were merely one of the many thousands he came across most nights in all his years of service, just a trifling and insignificant variation of the previous encounter. You weren’t—

“Yes, sir.”

A prey that submitted willingly. You didn’t even need to be told. His mouth lit up in a cruel smirk. “Very good, young one.”

He could have killed you on the spot, played God and passed swift judgment like any other fool parading around as the so-called Sheriff, but he did not. Prince Panhard always favored formalities, especially when there was a Thin-blood Primogen she could rub it in the face of. At least that was what he told himself as he ferried you back to the Art Hole.

On the way, you had asked for his name and he divulged it to you like a sworn secret through the rearview mirror. “Qadir,” he replied, his voice monotone. “That’s all you need to know.”

The rest of the ride took place in silence.

At your hearing, he observed you intently while you were met with disgust and disinterest by the other Kindred. It seemed as if you didn’t care what the Prince had to say as you stared back at him, hands twitching and biting your lip. He recognized the signs for what they were, after all, it wasn’t the first time a captive had taken a fancy to him. Regardless of his severity, he was as stereotypical as the Clan of the Rose brought forth. He plied himself with fashionable suits and expensive Swiss watches, groomed his locks and beard religiously each night, disguised like a wolf in sheep’s clothing.

It was a sham. He was a sham. It mesmerized him how alive you felt, your blushing heat. If not for the tip-off, he believed he would never have known you were one of them—almost. When the verdict of “Final Death” was raised, something innate possessed him to fabricate the story he narrated before the Prince to delay your sentencing for just a bit longer. Was it the remaining scraps of what he so desperately tried to salvage as human? 

Mercy. 

The Prince raised an eyebrow. 

Mercy.

Although he would never admit it, he could not bear to see you perish that night. You were a miracle. You were his miracle. His salvation and hope. You reminded him of Qadir al-Asmai of Lucknow, not Qadir the Sheriff of New York. He brought you to the cell where you would spend the night, and the next, and the next, as long as you didn’t outlive your usefulness. A usefulness which he had invented and even the Council had fallen for. 

He remembered how you had cried upon hearing what he had done. Such is the wonder of human emotion, he thought. Soon, he will learn to cry too. The scene replayed itself like a continuous loop in his mind and he wished it would never end.

And so it began. When he checked on you the next evening, he found you on all fours, before lying prostrate on the dirt ground, as if praying to some unknown god.

“What is the meaning of this?” he questioned, more curious than irritated.

You glanced up at him with those pitiful, naive eyes, like a dog waiting for its owner and he felt something he had not felt for a very long time—a sense of joy. He provided you with fresh blood, which you lapped from his hands hungrily, and wiped the tears away from your grimy face.

“Thank you, sir.”

You were so polite, so precious; he promised to take care of you, on condition that you would do as you were told. Naturally, you agreed, eager as a pup to please. He pretended to coax information out of you on a recent case he was investigating in exchange for blood. It was all for show, a stunt to appease his superiors. Just the way the Camarilla liked it, and just the way his colonizers liked it back then too. But this thing you had with him… it was real, wasn’t it? You were teaching him to love again, beyond the blood-splattered tiles and mangled bones. He was falling for you just as you were falling for him.

Then, one night, you refused. He couldn’t fathom why, what caused the sudden change of heart. You stopped drinking the blood he offered, spat it in his face when he tried to feed you, starving yourself on purpose. 

“Don’t test my patience, whelp,” he growled, holding the base of your neck between his hands as he stroked a pointed nail along its length. You shivered and went limp. He gave a ghastly smile. “Good girl.”

However, it was only a temporary respite. He knew what was best for you—why wouldn’t you listen? You left him no choice, but to do what he had to do next. He plunged his teeth into you, his bite lingering as he tasted the sickness of your saccharine blood. Your eyes shut placidly like a serene angel, arms folding around him as he led you in a slow dance around the derelict room. When you came to, he was sure that you would love him even more than you did before.

“Drink,” he ordered. “Or you will never receive my Kiss again.”

Despite your withdrawal, you staunchly held your ground. His jaw tensed. Had he not been kind and merciful to your plight? Wasn’t this how one should love? But love was a distant memory; he had forgotten whether he had ever felt it at all. There were still hours to go before the break of dawn, but he left in a hurry, as if something had finally unnerved him, and did not return until several nights after.

By then, you were nearly catatonic. A thin film of milky white cast over your eyes. As you lay in his arms, he asked you quietly, “Tell me, what is it you want?”

He wanted you to pick him. To stop time and make him human again. But that answer never came. Just two simple words uttered from your dry, cracked lips, “Final Death.”

In a moment of clarity, he saw through the lies he told to everyone and to himself. The tears in your eyes had never been about gratitude for prolonging your life, they were pleading with him to extinguish it. He had treated you like an enslaved animal, attempting to bind you to his blood and will. Instead of the soft caresses he imagined, he had wrung your neck and forced your hand unto obedience, into submission. There was no love, only suffering and pain.

The grip on his sword tightened. Perhaps he was condemned to live out the rest of his undead days in a state of limbo, waiting for the inevitable, spectacular end, where his humanity would be so whittled down that he becomes a mindless wight. To grant your wish and lose you would be to damn his soul, but perhaps this was his greatest act of mercy yet. And that was a miracle in itself.

With a single swift stroke, his sword was unsheathed—elegant, ruthless, and compassionate. Your head slid off your body onto the floor. He took it gently in his hands, kissed your still warm lips for the very last time, etching every sensation to memory. Then, he let go, leaving your decomposing corpse in his wake.

Dividers by @diableriedoll

[zeldafairy]

❝ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆. ❞

KINKTOBER WEEK TWO.

⤿ pairing(s): halbrand!sauron x fem!human!reader.

⤿ word count: 4.6K.

⤿ warnings: smut (mdni), porn without plot, mild manipulation (it’s sauron), risk of getting caught, possessiveness, sex in a public location, fingering (fem!rec), heavy kissing, hair-pulling, scratching, begging, unprotected sex, p in v sex, breeding kink if you squint, sex on a table.

⤿ note: first time writing for sauron, please be gentle! mr. tolkien, so sorry for all of the despicable things I’m gonna be writing about your characters. ❤️ thank you all for reading! reblogs & comments are appreciated!

A salt-tinged breeze stirred through the forges, a welcome gust of relief amidst the heat that sought to blaze his flesh asunder.

In the silence of dusk, Halbrand found his solace with hammer and anvil, over that of indulgence of drink at some tavern.

Númenor proved to be the respite he desperately needed, running from a shadowed past. He worked tirelessly, through lengthy days and well into the night, his mind a tumultuous tempest.

The King of the Southlands — the ruler of nothing.

It was a mantle that wholly disinterested him, and despite his numerous protests to Galadriel regarding his supposed heritage, the she-elf refused to let it stay dead and buried. He was better off here, crafting works of art — blades, armor, jewelry.

There was nothing for him now, only threads of a plan that seemed to fall by the wayside. It was easy to disappear here, to fade away into the backdrop of the oceanside kingdom, allow himself to place all his efforts on smithing.

The roaring embers of the forge sizzled as he placed the partially-finished blade inside, molding metal to his skilled hand. There was no greater joy than that of creation — making something out of nothing, a tool to be used.

Halbrand’s gaze momentarily flickered toward the roll of parchment sitting along one of the many craftsmen’s tables.

You were an envoy of Númenor, the brood of a lesser House of Men, in-service to the Guild. It was you that had uncovered records of the Southlander line and brought it to Galadriel’s attention — a clever creature, you were.

In what handful of interactions he’d had with you, you were studious and well-mannered, far too intelligent for your station. You toiled in-service to lesser beings, when your potential extended far beyond their reach.

The scroll contained the very bloodline you had presumed he hailed from, as if you were dangling the proof for all to see. He cared little for it, preoccupied with the task at-hand.

If it were his choice, he preferred to stay in Númenor, learn their customs and assimilate into their culture. Galadriel’s stubbornness had the potential to win out if he weren’t careful, and Halbrand was not the subservient sort.

In the star-riddled dusk, Halbrand decided to break in his crafting, stepping toward a basin of water, letting the cool liquid wash away the perspiration dotting his brow.

It was better at twilight, offering a solace that one might not fully understand. He rarely slept, and when he did, he was often plagued by dreams of constant rage. Halbrand let the forge simmer down, opting to work on the still-hot sword.

A gentle tap of knuckles against the door did not alert him as much as you thought it would. He stood with his back to you, brows furrowed together in concentration. “To what do I owe the pleasure?” He questioned.

Greeted by the stifling, ember-fueled heat of the forge, you stood in the doorway, having abandoned your Guild regalia. “Good eve,” You mustered a smile, hands twisting together. “You are a stranger to rest, it seems.”

“As are you,” Halbrand’s steely gaze flickered from the blade to you, letting the hammer swing down upon forming steel. “Is it safe for you to be wandering about at nightfall?”

His sharp inquiry brought you pause, fingers idly toying with the fabric of your dress. Númenor was perfectly safe — safer than most kingdoms of Men. “Should it not be safe?” Countering his remark, you observed the rack of newly-crafted swords.

Halbrand did not offer an answer right away, turning the blade over, striking it again with his hammer as sparks flew. “There is no such thing as true safety, my Lady. There will always be something stirring in the shadows.”

You nearly laughed at his fearmongering — he sounded akin to an old maiden, weaving her intricate tales of fright to dissuade children from wrongdoing. “That is a rather dour sentiment. Are you often paranoid?” Your tone tapered off into one of mild amusement.

A sardonic scoff escaped him, lips quirking up only slightly, yet he did not seem offended by your retort. “Merely concerned with preservation — my own, first and foremost.” He replied.

He knew why you were here, even if it was an unspoken thing that you continued to dance around. You had come as a messenger on behalf of Galadriel, to make a valiant attempt of convincing him to return to Middle-Earth.

“The Guild is impressed by your craft,” Shifting the topic, you brushed your fingers over the horse-shaped pommel, the color of ivory. “Not that I should be divulging that information.” You mused.

Perplexed, Halbrand wordlessly observed you, cerulean hues studying the creases of your dress, a shade of mauve that only seemed to enhance your beauty. There was something forlorn simmering within him, feelings not often brought to the surface.

“Is that so? It seems that they’ve finally come to their senses,” He jested, earning a pointed look from you. “It took a beating to do so.” Halbrand placed the unfinished blade beside the dying embers of the forge.

There was still mild bruising around his nose and mouth, heated transgressions that earned him the ire of Númenor. He seemed unperturbed, seizing a rag from the edge of an anvil.

“That could’ve been avoided,” You murmured, tracing a digit around the ivory head of a horse before stepping away. “You are fortunate that they did not toss you into the seas for your rancor.”

“That would be rather unfortunate, being tossed back into the ocean when I had worked tirelessly to claw my way out of it.” He quipped, moving about the forge as he hung up his tools.

A soft sigh escaped you as you shook your head, peering outside towards the night skies. “If you wish to stay in Númenor, you must cease drawing attention to yourself.”

Halbrand chuckled, the sound devoid of any mirth. It was a steely sound, more sardonic than genuine. He wiped away at the soot and grime of the forge, leaning back against the sturdy table.

“Is this amusing to you, being tossed into a cell and brawling with the locals?” The sharp bite of your inquiry could’ve been mistaken for the edge of a knife. “You are above that.”

“And if I am not?” He was equally as sharp, that of a longsword, tarnished and worn yet still able to cut with ease. Halbrand’s countenance seemed unmistakably soured by your comment.

Taken aback, you turned to face him fully, canting your head to one side. It was not mock frustration that you found in his features — it was true. “What do you mean?”

“You continue to place me upon some pedestal,” Halbrand scoffed, peering elsewhere, gazing at the hot coals of the forge. “What if I am not what you think me to be? What if I am simply a Man with not a drop of nobility to his name?”

With a furrowed brow, you folded your hands together, studying his visage. He seemed frustrated yet forlorn, as if he were remembering something — lamenting, perhaps. “Then you are a Man.”

In the time that you had gotten to know Halbrand, standing alongside Captain Elendil on the ship back to Númenor, he was something of an enigma. Charming and charismatic with a great love of disobedience, but he possessed a veiled depth.

Galadriel seemed far more preoccupied with returning to Middle-Earth and hunting Sauron, making Halbrand a ruler over considering his feelings. If he wanted to stay in Númenor, craft a new existence — you did not blame him.

“And if I am not the man that you believe I am?” Halbrand pressed, as if seeking a certain answer from you. Some sliver of his being wanted someone to tell him that they cared little about his past, what he used to be.

“Whatever you are insinuating, I care little for it. Your past does not make you — only what you do from this moment forward,” You replied, mustering a gentle smile. “You are Halbrand — that is enough for me.”

If the She-elf had it her way, she would drag him back to Middle-Earth, writhing and screaming. In his own web of schemes, it was what was necessary — but time was infinite.

There was a peculiar gleam within your eyes, one that possessed a warmth and understanding that he was vastly unaccustomed to. “Hm,” He sighed, turning the cloth over within his hand. “Thank you.”

A brief laugh tore past your lips, one that seemed to bring the tension to a momentary heel. “What, for dissuading you against further scorn by the local populace?” You mused.

Halbrand happened to chuckle at that, a warm sound that made residence within your stomach, butterflies following suit. “For understanding, for your kindness,” He replied, his tone softening. “Not many possess your tenderness.”

Growing silent, you nodded, attempting to mask the brief glimmer of surprise that fluttered across your features. You were often regarded as level-headed and sage, yet soft when it mattered most.

“I do not wish to see you thrown in a cell again, or exiled from the Guild when you clearly possess a wealth of talent,” Your motives transcended that — part of you liked Halbrand. “I would do the same for anyone in your position.”

“Would you?” Halbrand’s inquiry, whilst outwardly inquisitive, seemed tinged with something unfamiliar — something amorous. Your nerves became set ablaze, skin uncomfortably warm.

As you swallowed the growing lump within your throat, Halbrand straightened, copper-hued locks framing his rugged face. He was handsome — statuesque, clearly carved with the frame of a warrior and a smith.

“Yes,” Hoarse and pitched with the sudden swell of nervousness, you idly toyed with the sleeves of your dress. “If you are to stay in Númenor, I would hope that you only continue to thrive with your craft.”

This craft was of little interest — Halbrand knew what he wanted, starting with you. Malleable like the finest metal, as beautiful as a glittering opal socketed into that of a signet.

“Is that what you want, for me to stay in Númenor?” Seas help you — this was madness. Halbrand’s poignant question made you wonder what exactly was about to happen, gooseflesh icing your spine, prompting you to shiver.

“What I want matters little,” There was a noticeable lack of conviction within your tone, as if you were convincing yourself of that very fact. “You are free to choose your destiny.”

You were fighting against the urge, the untoward craving that began to settle within your bones. It wasn’t proper nor appropriate of you to even consider wanting Halbrand, a man whose fate seemed far more important than your own.

To ask him to stay in Númenor, abandon the Southlands — you did not have the heart. It was born of greed and desire, wanting to keep him close to your chest.

“It matters to me,” Halbrand murmured, brows creasing together as he glowered down upon you, close enough to touch. “What do you want?” The malignant force deep within him begged to bring you into his stead.

Whatever perceived darkness hungered within you, it also screamed within him, with a shadow far more powerful than your own. Greed was unbecoming of you — you were meant to serve the people of Númenor, never yourself.

Whereas Galadriel possessed a fierce heart and unending thirst for vengeance, you longed to be free — no longer under the thumb of lesser Men, to lead and to be revered.

To be loved, to be coveted.

“Do not leave,” A plea, beseeching him to stay in Númenor, to stoke whatever flame was stirring between the both of you. The intensity of his longing stare nearly made you collapse. “Stay here, in Númenor.”

A hitch formed within your throat as his calloused fingertips graced your arm, tracing over the sea of mauve gossamer that clung to your form. Halbrand took your silence as something contemplative, afraid to make your true feelings known.

Again, he pressed closer, looming above you, caging you in against the table. You could feel his heat, smell the coal and metal, taste the fantasy that swirled within your mind’s eye.

Roughened digits caressed across your throat, over your slender neck, your collarbone. His touch was like that of a fire, a burn so wonderful that you would beg for it if you had to.

“Halbrand,” Barely above a whisper, your tone seemed strained, as if fighting against all of your baser urges. A peculiar heat raked its way across your flesh before settling within the pit of your belly. “I shouldn’t.”

“Do you think that you are the only one who possesses desire?” His wanton confession made your knees buckle, lips parting just enough for a soft gasp to escape you. “When my eyes found you upon that ship, I wanted — more than I have for some time.”

Words turned to ash upon your tongue, dying then and there within your throat. There was a fire within Halbrand’s eyes, one that sought to burn you, too. You felt the small of your back dig into the table, warmth licking across your spine.

Each breath felt labored, a dizzying sensation taking hold of you, as if this were more dream than reality. Yet, Halbrand remained close to you, chest-to-chest, digits finding the swell of your hip through the sea of violet fabric.

Instead of vocalizing your festering worry, you rocked up upon your toes, pressing your lips against his own. It was disarmingly gentle, a sheepish kiss that did not waste a second in becoming heated and charged.

He reciprocated with a blinding intensity, arm hitching around your waist, calloused palm spreading out against your back. Halbrand lifted you closer, his kiss inherently greedy and covetous, as if you belonged only to him.

His mouth swirled with wildfire, tasting of smoke and a hint of Númenorian stout, stubble scratching against your soft skin. Your hands found their purchase against his chest, able to feel the taut muscle beneath.

Hardened was a good way to describe him — rugged like the uneven ridges of tanned leather, swathed in heat. He cupped your jaw with his hand, reveling in the sensation of your flesh, akin to a plane of silk.

The state of dishevelment he was in mattered little to you — the soot upon his tanned flesh, the specks of dirt, garb somewhat tattered. You could not recall the last time you had yearned for someone so terribly that it ripped your heart into two.

Each clash of your lips evoked a pang of excitement that struck at your stomach, exhilaration pumping through your veins. Halbrand was a vigorous kisser — passionate and swift, stealing the air from your very lungs.

His palm slowly caressed from the small of your back toward your derrière, strong digits melding themselves into your clothed flesh. A hitch formed within your throat, anticipation mounting as the tension began to cloud the room.

Your digits possessed a mind of their own, climbing towards the nape of his neck, threading themselves through his bronze tresses. Halbrand kissed you again — softer this time, yet not without his domineering edge.

Lips bled into one another with an outpouring of want, a long-repressed sentiment caged within both hearts. Halbrand wanted many things — yet, what he did not expect was to crawl after you like some starving beast.

Every sensible thought seemed mulled, draped in this haze that clouded your mind. As you slowly recoiled from the kiss, you keened into the rough embrace of his palm, his digits cupping your cheek.

As much as you longed to continue, the locale seemed impractical, if not somewhat reckless. If someone were to catch you, you would never hear the end of it. Even then, you did not want to let fear drive you this way.

“Must I profess my desire once more?” Halbrand murmured, warm breath fanning across your visage, tinged with smoke. There was something tantalizing and enigmatic about him, swirling with some edge of mystique.

“I wouldn’t protest,” You whispered, which earned you the beginnings of a smile. He swept your tresses aside, bearing your neck to him as he bent in to kiss the soft flesh there. “Halbrand.” A low whine escaped you.

Stubble prickled and bit at your neck, yet you reveled in it, clutching at his shoulder as he pressed heated kisses to your throat. He was not hesitant in the slightest, letting you writhe and moan, plead for him to continue.

It was then that he began to gather your dress with one hand, firmly gripping at the mauve fabric as he inched it upward. Exhilaration struck at you again, the buzz of excitement, a thrill that you hadn’t experienced before.

There was not an inkling of hesitation from you, with little sign of stopping his advances. As he guided the gossamer along your legs, one palm snaked forth, calloused digits embracing your thigh, as smooth as silk.

He held little recollection of the last time he had touched something so delicate, as if you were some splendid jewel to be cradled, coveted. Halbrand kissed his way toward the curve of your jaw, searching your visage for a reaction.

As he parted your legs with his frame alone, your breath hitched, an audible noise that he found to be delicious. You were akin to some startled rabbit, ensnared within the jaws of a predator disguised as a friend.

Whatever smallclothes you wore beneath were of little consequence, giving way to that of his possessive embrace. Your hand flew back to grip the edge of the table, nails digging into splintered wood as he sought the heat between your legs.

Anticipation swelled within you, teetering on the edge of unraveling as you felt his digits ghost across your aching cunt. It was feather-light, intended to torment you — and torment it did.

“Halbrand,” A desperate gasp tore past your lips, needing him in a way that you hadn’t desired anyone else before. “Please, please touch me.” Your breathy pleas did not go unheard as he planted a kiss against your neck.

“Is that what you want?” A sultry purr rumbled from the depths of his chest, tone adopting a rather promiscuous resonance. He watched you nod several times over, fingers pushing past your petals as he touched your core.

A hand held onto his bicep for stability, the other haplessly fisting at the wood behind you. A moan emanated from you, desperate for anything he would give you.

Much to his delight, he found that you were shamelessly wet between your thighs, a nectar that refused to cease. “You are beautiful like this.” He murmured, fingers toying with your slit, eliciting another strangled moan from your lips.

Halbrand’s forehead brushed against yours, hawkish gaze absorbing the look of pleasure upon your face. He began to find a steady rhythm, worn digits sliding along the length of your cunt, letting you hold onto him as much as you pleased.

Any scrap of friction you received drove you mad, desperation climbing to new heights as your hips rocked forward into his hand. His stare became half-lidded, drinking you in with unabashed greed, longing to consume you.

Sighs of wanton passion drifted from you in droves, legs parted as he pressed his thumb to the pearl of your cunt. It was easy to evoke a reaction from you, the constant writhing, gasps and whines, the look of complete and utter bliss.

In sluggish circles, he caressed your clit, causing you to twitch again. “Halbrand,” A moan tore past your lips again, his name becoming a melody from your mouth, to be sung over and over again. “Do not stop, I beg you!”

“As you wish.” Halbrand’s voice raked hot embers over your body, reaching a salacious octave that turned your insides to molten liquid. He continued to touch your nethers, two digits sweeping toward your entrance.

An impenetrable heat swallowed your body whole, skin feeling damp with perspiration, somewhat in-part of the forge’s dissipating warmth. He continued to circle your clit, fingers lightly prodding at your cunt in an attempt to seek entry.

Rough lips fell to your neck again, gowns having slacked enough to give way to your shoulder and collarbone. You clawed at his bicep, rolling your hips again as you rocked yourself upon his digits, much to his delight.

With a brusque tug upon the collar of his tunic, your lips clamored for his, longing to feel his mouth. His kiss left you breathless, teeth scraping against your lower lip, bringing you to heel.

Heat pooled between your legs, coalescing upon Halbrand’s fingers as he teased your core, thumb working around the pearl of your cunt. A soft gasp tore through your throat, a moan escaping you into the passion of your kiss.

Again, your hips rolled into his hand, craving him in a way that resembled that of an animal; carnal, ravenous. A fire danced within his eyes, one that seemed to reflect the sentiments that festered within you.

“Give yourself to me.” Halbrand sighed, timbre trembling against the underside of your jaw before he looked upon you, unraveling from his touch. Need stirred within him, coupled with the swell of possessiveness.

He searched your countenance for any hint of hesitation, flicking his thumb across your clit once more. “Please.” You pleaded, waves of bliss rolling across your body, bringing with it a feverish heat that made you want him all the more.

Halbrand heeded your breathy plea, reaching for the leather ties of his trousers, wanting nothing more than you be inside of you. His cock twitched with amorous intent, muscles coiled, prepared to grab you.

His hand recoiled, leaving you with an aching emptiness that caused your cunt to clench pathetically around nothing. A hitch formed within your throat, words turning to ash as he lifted you onto the table.

Calloused, careworn palms kneaded into your haunches, grasping at your pliant flesh in fistfuls as he pressed his lips to your exposed shoulder. Rucking your gown up to your hips, Halbrand appraised you with a thinly-veiled lust.

There was no flesh as soft as yours, untouched — belonging to him. Anticipation churned within the pit of your stomach, lips agape as he unraveled the front of his breeches, freeing himself from its confines.

Flushed with a rush of ecstasy, Halbrand dragged you closer, hands traveling to cup your hips. He guided his length to your cunt, letting the tip of his cock linger there until he pushed forward.

“Halbrand!” You moaned, hand reaching to grasp at the nape of his neck, nails raking across his coppery tresses. The other seized his bicep, digging inward as he slowly rocked into you.

Nearly chest-to-chest, there was little room for discomfort, letting lust and urgency guide his hand. He huffed, steadying his ironclad hold upon your hips, fingers pressing hard enough to leave behind bruises.

His pace was agonizingly sluggish at first, drawing out each thrust in an effort to let you grow accustomed. Hot sighs of passion fluttered between the both of you, lips brushing over one another as he rolled his hips forward.

There was something exhilarating about coupling with you, the warmth of being alive, savoring the guise of mortality. Halbrand could see the attachment brewing within your stare, the glint of affection intermingled with desire.

The still-burning coals of the forge provided enough illumination for him to see you bathed in fire — and you were breathtaking.

Your heart pounded within your ribcage, so powerful that you thought it might burst through. His stubble scratched against your cheek, providing a pleasant burn that let you know that this was reality. “Move,” You moaned. “Please.”

Inclined to obey, Halbrand let his yearning for you show, as plain as a summer’s day. He began to thrust into you, hunching in and over, stabilizing himself with one palm flat atop the table.

The other squeezed incessantly at your hips, cock rocking in and out of you at a steady pace, yet the fervor was steadily increasing. Your head spun, clouded by lust as your paramour ravished you in the way that you deserved.

His countenance echoed your sentiments, shadowed with the haze of lust, a carnality that clawed at your very soul. You let your forehead press to his, brows screwed together in a state of bliss, grasping at his tresses.

Halbrand grunted, the low noise rippling through his chest as he held your thigh, digits clamping down to keep you firmly in-place. His cock throbbed with an ache of urgency, hips snapping forward as he filled you completely.

A moan erupted from your lips yet again, nails forming crimson crescents against his bicep, occasionally lurching forward to meet his thrusts halfway. His pace became somewhat erratic as he coaxed you to lay back.

Your back hit the wooden surface of the table, the uncomfortable bite of it all softened by parts of your dress. Halbrand hunched in over you like a wolf towering above prey, palm flat beside your head.

The groan of sturdy wood beneath your entangled bodies resonated throughout the forge, the heat beginning to dissipate. The warmth between breath and body kept you feeling feverish, and you hitched one leg around his hips.

It evoked another growl from his lips as the smith pounded away at you, keeping a firm and steady pace. Halbrand was rougher than some, but never enough to cause you discomfort or harm. He was invigorated, driven to madness by the sight of you.

He kissed you again, feeling your desperation through joined lips alone, your hand grasping at his toned forearm. Arousal mounted within you, as thick as honey oozing between your thighs.

Passion bled into need, the two tangling together into some fervent amalgamation. It showed in his movements, continuing to thrust into you, feeling your cunt clench around him. You were made for him, with a heart that he found as malleable as metal.

The arch of your back signaled that your release was swiftly approaching, keening into his embrace instead as you moaned. You did little to temper your volume, mouth agape, head rolled back — you were the picture of grace, now tarnished.

His name escaped your tongue like a wayward prayer, over and over again until it was the only word you knew. As his cock hit you again, sending shockwaves throughout your body, you came undone.

Your leg squeezed at his hips, feeling his own resolve crumble at the sight of you, disheveled because of his doing. Halbrand let out a sonorous groan, body nearly blanketed over yours as his cock slapped into you again.

The warmth you provided was enough to make him stay sheathed within you, spilling himself inside of you without thinking. It only served to fuel his possessiveness, as dangerous as a growing wildfire.

Rocking himself inside of you once more, you let out a strangled whine. Through labored pants, you slowly regained composure, feeling his hot breath fan out across your visage.

Halbrand pulled himself out of you, leaving behind the visceral remnants of your lewd exploits, the sheen of it coating the inside of your thighs. He noticed your sheepish expression as you corrected your garments.

“There isn’t anywhere you can go that I would not follow.” He uttered, fingertips tucking strands of hair behind your ear. As you moved from the table, the smith reached for something within the pocket of his trousers.

“Halbrand,” You began, knowing that asking him to stay in Númenor was not fair — to either of you. Perhaps you could enjoy what comfort he brought, for the time being. “I shouldn’t ask it of you.”

“No matter what destiny entails, know that you belong to me.” There was something strangely dark within his tone, disguised as affection — you were oblivious to it. He placed something into your joined hands.

Touched by such a sentimental gesture, you flourished in the aftermath of your coupling, feeling his rough lips press against the curve of your jaw. You shivered, feeling the weight of a trinket within your palm.

Your lips sought his, the kiss lingering, enough for you to feel it burn within your very soul. There was nothing that could describe whatever it was you felt for him, felt with him.

“What is it?” You inquired, warmth raking along your spine, faces brushing against one another. Halbrand lingered pensively, a smile tugging at either corner of his mouth.

“Consider it a gift.”

[zeldafairy]

I hope I’m not too late! 22 and 29 with Billy Russo in a location of your choosing pretty please? Thank you and much love 🖤

you were just in time, babe! thanks!

 I choose the mall :)

“For the hundredth time, I’m not your babysitter.”  “Is there a reason you’re naked in my bed?”

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You had dragged Billy with you to the mall to help you pick out some things for your new apartment. You’d finally ordered a new bed and needed to pick out new sheets as well as some towels. You’d given away everything you had, wanting to start fresh so you figured a day at the mall would be the best place to get everything you needed.

The mall recently refurbished the Ikea next door and you were quick to go in that direction. You felt like a kid again, dreaming of your future house and imagining how you’d design it. 

You were darting back and forth between the display bedrooms despite Billy’s nagging. “For the hundredth time, I’m not your babysitter,” he groaned. “Stop running around like a child.”

“But Billy,” you whined. “Look how nice everything looks!!”

“I still don’t get why you signed the lease for this place. I’ve been telling you to move in with me for months now,” he rolled his eyes, acting displeased at the current set up you were gawking at.

“Oh, stop. It’s only for a year. Plus,” you grinned, jumping onto one of the made up beds. “I’ll still get to have my own bed. So if you ever wanted to surprise me by making yourself at home in my new place, you could settle in my bedroom, and-”

“And you’ll walk in and see me, and ask, ‘Is there a reason why you’re naked in my bed?’“ He smirked, not caring who was around as he climbed on top of the bed and hovered over your body. “Because we could do that now, too, you know.”

You giggled as his beard scraped your neck, pulling him down for a kiss. “This is nice. We should come here more often and role play or something.”

Billy made a face at you, chuckling at your comment. “We could do that anywhere, princess.”

“You wanna do it tonight?” You beamed, grinning up at him before he kissed you once more.

“I wanna do you every single night.”