#billy russo prompts

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Prompt game🤩🙏 First of all - congratulations! That's quite a milestone 🎇 . Hopefully I 17 gives you a story idea 🙏

Thank you very much. And thanks for sticking with me for so long. 🥰

You didn't specify a character, but I was pretty sure you like both, so I just chose Billy, who I felt suited the prompt better. Hope that's okay.

I. Fake Dating 17. 'This is me. Take it or leave it.'

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Billy needed a girlfriend. Stat.

Not a real girlfriend, of course. That would be overkill. He just needed someone to get Dinah Madani off his back. Things with her had been fun for a few weeks, but she was starting to get serious about him... and Billy was not the serious type. He didn’t do commitment.

In fact, there was only one unattached woman in his life that he had kept in contact with for more than a few months, other than for Anvil related business, of course.

And so, the choice for his fake girlfriend was obvious, really.

‘Are you serious?’ you asked after a full two minutes of laughter. He had expected some teasing… but two minutes? Really? It wasn’t that funny.

‘She’s very persistent,’ he said in way of an answer. ‘And she’s a Homeland agent.’

You chuckled as you shook your head. ‘Yeah, that explains it.’ You sighed and took another sip of your very expensive drink he had bought you. ‘So how long are we talking?’

Billy sat up straighter. ‘You’ll do it?’

‘Of course I’ll do it.’ Your lips curved into a soft smile that always made his heart feel funny in a way he didn’t want to analyse. ‘It’s what friends are for, right?’

Billy threw an arm around your shoulders in a hug that was purely platonic with no romantic feelings whatsoever. ‘You’re the best,’ he said. ‘It won’t be for long.’

‘Oh, I’m sure it won’t,’ you said, a teasing look in your eye. ‘Because if we’re doing this, I’m putting you on a sex hiatus. I don’t want to have to deal with people thinking you’re cheating on me.’

Billy’s grin fell. He hadn’t thought of that.

But it was a reasonable request, and like he said, it wouldn’t be for long. He could handle it...

Maybe.

‘That’s fair,’ he conceded as he untangled himself from you and sat back on his bar stool properly. ‘So, did you want to meet up tomorrow to hash things out? Decide the smaller details, buy you some clothes, that sort of thing.’

You raised an eyebrow. ‘Buy me some clothes?’

Billy shrugged. ‘Nothing against your current wardrobe…’ He gestured at your plain shirt and jeans ensemble. ‘But it could be sexier.’

You crossed your arms in front of your chest, and Billy knew straight away he had crossed a line.

‘This is me. Take it or leave it.’

He was backtracking before you’d even finished speaking.

‘You’re right. You’re beautiful. Sorry.’

Your eyes widened for a moment, before you were giving him that soft smile again, and it took Billy’s brain a few seconds to realise what his mouth had let out.

You’re beautiful.

He had never told you that before, though he had thought it many times. Like right now, with your eyes warm and full of the kind of affection he secretly yearned for.

And in that moment, Billy realised that the idea of a serious relationship wasn’t that bad at all… and that this plan of his was going to backfire in the best possible way.

He couldn’t wait.

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[celestialspecial]

Billy drabble yeee. I like all the smutt-smartness, but 13 sounded most him to me 😄

“Get back down here, we’re not done yet.”

You squealed tossing the covers at your attacker. Billy growled, the corner of his mouth quirking up in a decidedly feline expression.

You felt a strong hand grasp around your ankle tugging you back onto the bed. Losing your balance and toppling onto your boyfriend who grinned as he pinned you against him.

"Let me go!" You giggled pushing against his chest, shrieking as you felt his tongue against your cheek, teeth nibbling on your earlobe. "I'm gonna be late for work!"

All your best efforts were futile as his grip only tightened, holding you flush to his bare chest. The smell of him, of the sex that coated your sheets from your past....two hours?

"Nuh-uh, not til' I've had my fill." He murmured, face pressed to your neck. You could feel the bulge underneath you, growing harder by the minute.

Leave it to Billy to be ready to go another nine rounds before work and after only one cup of coffee. The pleasurable ache between you legs almost convinced you to stay.

But....bills. Bills need money. And unfortunately your job was a part of that equation.

"You've had your fill." Flicking his nose tenderly, gaining an inch of purchase on the bed away from him.

"I'll fill you." He pulled you back realizing you were inching away.

"You already have." Smirking down at him, running your hands through his hair, tightening your fingers in the longer top strands and tugging.

His eyes drifted close at the sensation and he let out a low groan. In his moment of weakness, you kissed his forehead before pushing backwards breaking hold of his grasp.

"Hey!" He shouted as you took off for the front door, grabbing your bag in the process. "Just wait until you come home- then you'll pay for that!"

You sure hoped so, it would be the only thought getting you through the rest of your day.

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[hb-writes]

My Boss or My...Billy?

Summary: Lenny (OC) takes on a temporary role at Anvil and Billy steps in when he sees her struggling with some of the other employees.

Characters: Lenny Falconio (OC) & Billy Russo.

Request (from 💜 anon): Hello! For June requests how about, “They hate me.” & “I will prove you wrong. Just watch.” For The Punisher pretty please 💜

Content Warnings: Allusion to sexist/ agist behavior. Some language.

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Billy leaned in through the open doorway and watched as Lenny shifted her gaze back and forth from her computer screen to a spiral notebook on her desk. Back and forth, back and forth. Her gaze shifted between the two maybe four times without noting his presence.

“How’s it going?” 

Lenny was mumbling something under her breath when he finally said it and she froze, her shoulders quickly and discreetly rolling to release the bit of tension gathered there before she glanced up. Her facial expression shifted as her gaze did and she ran a hand through her hair before forcing a smile.

“Good,” she answered as her eyes slipped back to the infernal computer, her fingers itching to reach for the mouse and minimize the screen while Billy was still on the other side of the room. “Um, but yeah, it’s great,” she added as she turned back to him, subconsciously nodding her head as if she was trying to convince both Billy and herself that yes, that was the truth. Things were going great.

Fantastic. 

Absolutely perfect. 

Lenny reached for the iced coffee that had melted hours ago, sweating a ring of condensation onto a napkin. 

“You need something?” she asked as she took a sip. 

Billy let out a soft snort as he pushed off the door frame, striding across the small office in a few short seconds, not quite sure what he was snorting at—her attempt to pull one over on him or the fact that she was sipping iced coffee in December. 

Billy pulled his eyes from Lenny to look around the room. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been in that room specifically. Paul, his permanent office manager, had always brought things to him. Billy had never had any need to end up in his administrative office. 

Not that he really had a need to be there now. 

He could’ve gone home. He’d finished his work for the day over an hour before, but couldn’t bring himself to leave, not with the light from Lenny’s office still shining in the hall, so he lingered, taking care of little tasks while he found himself wondering how Lenny was faring in the little windowless room down the hall. 

She was only covering the position for him temporarily, helping out while the regular guy was on medical leave. It had been Maria’s idea, and because Lenny hadn’t immediately said no to passing her time between semesters earning a little cash, they had gone ahead with it, but less than a week in, Billy could tell Lenny wasn’t loving it

He didn’t love it either, didn’t like the distance and the weird pretense that was coming into their dynamic now, some sort of power shifting between them that had never been there before. 

“Just wanted to check in,” he offered. 

“How often did you check in on Paul?” she asked, her eyes back to shifting between the notebook and the computer screen as her tone shifted. “And don’t you dare tell me it’s different.” 

Billy smirked, a distinct part of him glad for the sharpness of her tone, all that boss-employee pretense slipping for a moment. He raised both hands in surrender even though he was well-poised to explain how it was different. For a multitude of reasons, not the least of which being that Billy cared about Lenny, not that Billy didn’t care about his employees. She was the sister of his best friends. Family. And sure, she was smart and he knew well-enough that she could hold her own, but she was a college kid on winter break in an office full of male veterans.

Paul was ex-military and had been with the company for years. 

It was different.

“And whatever reason you’re currently thinking makes it different is probably sexist and ageist and—what?” she asked, slamming her pen down.

“Nothing,” Billy said as he eased himself into the seat across the desk from her. “You’re just right is all.” 

Lenny smiled to herself a little, picking up her pen and reengaging in the work. 

“Are any of your other co-workers being ageist…or sexist?” he asked. “Or is it just me violating the HR code?”

Billy would have liked to believe his men weren’t those things, but even he could be flawed in that way, well-intentioned or not. He wasn’t blind to the fact that it was a bit of a boy’s club. He knew some afternoons, the place took on an attitude akin to a college frat house, especially when there was a girl around. 

Lenny didn’t pull her eyes from the notebook as she started writing out something. Billy shifted in his seat, leaning forward. 

“No one’s giving you a hard time?” He knew a few of the men had historically given Paul a hard time about getting timecards in on time, and that had been before they tried to get everyone on board with the new system. 

It wasn’t easy getting the guys to adopt anything new, and Paul hadn’t been walking around in heels and skirts and dresses trying to do it, either. 

Billy had told her it wasn’t necessary. She could dress as casually as she usually did, but she’d only countered by saying that he wore suits and it was a reflection of his company, a reflection of him, so he’d let it go. 

“Are you asking as my boss or my…” she asked, her pen stilling even as she kept her head down. “My boss or just Billy?” 

“They’re not two separate people, Len,” he answered. “Just tell me what’s up.” 

Lenny sighed, leaning back in the chair as she rubbed her hands over her tired face. “I think they hate me,” she groaned, heaving an even larger sigh. “This whole new timesheet thing…they—”

“They don’t hate you,” he answered. 

Lenny scoffed. “Yeah? Did they tell you that? Because I’m now the face of this new system and—”

“Who’s giving you a hard time?” 

Lenny stilled, her complaints shriveling up as her mouth went dry. Billy had asked the question in a calm, steady voice. It almost sounded casual, but she knew it was a dangerous question. 

“Tell me who’s giving you a hard time and I’ll take care of it.” 

Lenny shook her head. “It’s not a big deal, Billy.” 

“It’s affecting you and it’s affecting the payroll, so whatever it is, whoever it is, I’m gonna squash it.” 

Billy held her gaze and something about how settled he seemed, something about that determination made her stomach flip. 

Lenny glanced at the screen again. Billy was probably right. At least half the guys hadn’t submitted on time. She had reminded them all before they left for the day, but that had only earned her a few more time sheets and a handful of comments she’d rather not repeat. 

“What…well…” she started, “How…how would you typically handle something like this? Hypothetically speaking?” she asked.

“Not hypothetically speaking,” Billy said, slipping his phone out of his pocket. “I’ll call for a mandatory staff meeting tomorrow at zero-four hundred and we’ll address it.”

Lenny gulped, every part of her recoiling at the mere thought of the hour. “I don’t think that’s necessary and it’s already too late anyway. You can’t...” 

Lenny’s words fell away as her computer chirped, announcing an incoming email from Anvil’s CEO.

“They’re not following orders, disregarding the chain of command,” he answered. “It’s absolutely necessary. If they can’t follow orders on this one simple thing, how can I trust them in the field?”

Lenny shook her head. She didn’t have an answer for him. Not in regards to that. Or in regards to anything with the business, really, but she couldn’t help but feel dread as her mind cataloged more than a few ways that it might go sideways, creating more trouble than it was worth.

 She’d get the work done, whether his guys were pleasant and cooperative, or not. It might be late, it might be a pain in the ass, but Lenny thought that might be better than sitting through this meeting. 

Billy watched Lenny rub her hand over the back of her neck. “What is it? You don’t trust me?” 

Lenny seemed to contemplate his question, considering her answer carefully as he shifted back in his chair, casually crossing a leg over his knee. 

“I just…I don’t know if it’s the best way to go about this. You’re going to make them hate me even more than they already do.” She set her elbows onto the desk as she said it, leaning her head down to rub at her temples.

Billy shook his head as he sat up straighter. “Listen. Just follow my lead tomorrow. They might hate me when we’re through, but I’ll make sure the rest of your time here is nothing short of pleasant. Just need you to trust me on this, alright? Can you do that?” 

Lenny’s stomach continued to whirl and she continued rubbing her temples, keeping her eyes closed to avoid his gaze. To avoid answering the question.

He let it go for a moment, watching the clock as he gave her thirty seconds or so to consider it before prompting her. “Elena?” 

Lenny opened her eyes at that, glaring at him as she turned her gaze up to him. “What, William?” 

Billy let out a soft laugh, the smirk going so far as to reach his eyes as she continued glaring at him. “Alright, seriously,” he said, schooling his face into something more solemn. “Do you trust me?”

Lenny took a slow breath. “As my Boss or…” she stumbled over it again, the instinctive ‘my’ on the tip of her tongue. “Or as Billy?” 

Billy raised an eyebrow. “I already told you they’re the same guy. C’mon, Len. Quit avoiding the question. Do you trust me or not?” 

Lenny rolled her eyes. “Yes, I trust you, but—”

“Nope,” he said, shaking his head as he stood up from his chair. “No buts. You said you trust me and we’re leaving it at that.” He nodded toward the computer. “Shut all that down for the night. Am I putting you in a car back to Bayside or are you staying with me tonight?” 

Lenny clicked through her screens, saving her work, not even bothering to pull her eyes away. 

“What kind of question is that? My asshole boss just scheduled a mandatory meeting for zero-four hundred that isn’t even going to do anything and…” Lenny glanced up, surprised he’d let her go on for that long uninterrupted, but he was just standing there, leaning against the open doorway with arms crossed over his chest, a soft smirk on his face. 

“Was all that supposed to mean I should call a cab?" He fished his phone out of his pocket. "You don't want to stay in the asshole boss who came up with the greatest solution to our problem’s guest room?” 

Lenny shut down the computer and gathered her things before striding across the room, rolling her eyes and heaving an exasperated sigh. 

“Of course I'm staying over,” she said as she pushed his phone down. "Thank you," she added, truly grateful for the option. Grateful for both. She knew he really would have paid for a car to take her home, too. Billy wouldn’t leave her to take the subway across the boroughs at this time of night, no matter what the cost. But seeing as it would take her over an hour to get home, and another to get back in the morning, the offer of his guest room was far better. “But no, boss, I don’t think this is even close to the greatest solution to my problem,” she said, mocking him a bit.  

“Alright, fine,” he said as he guided her out of the room, walking them both towards his office at the end of the hall so he could grab his things. “But come the end of that meeting—”

“Come the end of that meeting, they’ll be throwing tomatoes at both of us,” she interrupted as Billy stepped into his office, leaving her to stand by the threshold, her bag slung over her shoulder and her arms crossed over her chest  “And don’t even make a joke about Oscar the grouch. I walked right into it, I know, but—just don’t, alright?” 

Billy chuckled, conceding her that even as the jest had been poised on the tip of his tongue. 

“Alright, but only if you admit I’m right about this meeting.” 

Lenny scrunched her brow and constricted her face as if she’d bitten down on something sour…maybe the mere idea of admitting out loud that Billy was right about something was sour enough to do that. 

"No," she decided as he finished gathering his things. “I will do no such thing.”

Billy snorted as they both moved into the hall. A silence settled between them as they took to the stairs, both of them thinking about the meeting just a few hours away. He was locking the front door, Lenny gently hopping from one foot to the other to combat the sudden chill when Billy offered what he thought was a final word on the matter.  

“I know you don’t believe me, Len, but I will prove you wrong on this,” he said. “Just watch. And when I do..." He pointed a finger at her. "Then you’ll be singing this asshole boss’s praises.” 

Lenny scoffed. “You prove me wrong and I’ll sing whatever you want, Billy boy.” 

“Deal.” 

Lenny’s eyes widened at the hand Billy held out to her and she let out a nervous giggle. She had mostly been joking about the singing bit, but Billy’s lingering hand told her that he was taking her at her word. She cautiously slid her hand from her pocket, the chilled air biting for only a moment before she fit her palm against his. 

“Fine,” she huffed, “but when this all goes to shit tomorrow morning, you’ll be singing whatever I want.” 

Billy gave her hand a firm shake before stepping away, whistling a tune it only took her a few moments to recognize. 

She hadn't heard it in years, but she knew it was something from Sesame Street—one of Oscar the Grouch’s songs. 

Lenny pushed her tongue into the side of her mouth as she slowly trailed after him to the car, fighting the urge to comment.

“Asshole,” she muttered when she couldn't hold it in any longer.

It was barely above a whisper, but Billy looked back at her with a self-satisfied smirk plastered on his face as he held the passenger side door open for her. He kept whistling as she slipped into the front seat, Lenny unable to stop herself from singing along in her head.

"If you're happiest whenever you're complaining, then you're a grouch like me."

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[rae-gar-targaryen]

Blurb Requests are OPEN!

Starting now through Monday, June 19, send me some prompts and I’ll write a five to ten sentence blurb based on it! Help me shake the rust off on my writing (and write for a few new characters!)

You can either: Send me any NSFW headcanon you have, and I’ll write a blurb. 

Or -- send me a prompt from THIS list, and I’ll write a five-sentence blurb. 

Or -- send me a word to build the blurb around. Any word you can think of. The more evocative the better!

Any super-cute scenario you like? Send it! (NSFW is OK, but not required!) 

Who I’ll write for: 

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Cassian Andor (SW)

John Wick

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[mattmurdocksscars]

33 and 19 with Billy, por favor?

😈

PHEEBS YOUR MIND-

I hope this turns out to your liking 😈

Your dynamic with Billy had always been charged with sexual tension. The two of you danced around each other, never quite giving into the other. All of your friends were convinced the two of you were fucking and just hadn’t said anything to anyone but that wasn’t quite the case.

Not yet.

That was your goal tonight. Get Billy to snap and absolutely rail you. He had asked you to attend a cocktail party with him and so you had dressed in your sexiest black dress. It complimented your figure in every way and was a sure head turner. You were counting on that being enough to rile Billy up. He hated when other people looked at you with lust in their eyes. While the two of you hadn’t taken that final step into a relationship, he certainly got jealous over you. 

Taking a deep breath, you reached up and knocked on the door to his penthouse. There was the sound of footsteps and then the door was opening. You grinned up at Billy, watching the way his eyes darkened even more at the sight of you. 

“What are you wearing?” He growled. He stuck his head out to make sure no one was around then pulled you into his home. You pretended to be baffled by his question.

“What do you mean? You said to dress nicely.”

“You’re not going out dressed like that.” He said firmly and you arched your brow at him.

“And why not?” He was on you before the words were completely out of your mouth. He turned you and pressed you up against the door.

“Because I don’t want anyone staring at what’s mine.” You lips curved into a positively wicked smile.

“Yours?” You purred. “I wasn’t aware you had claimed ownership, Russo.”

That seemed to finally snap his resolve because he leaned forward and kissed you roughly. You moaned in surprise and delight and he took the chance to sweep his tongue into your mouth. You brought your hands up and wrapped one arm around his shoulders and then buried your free hand into his hair. In return, he wrapped both arms around your waist, settling his hands on your ass and squeezing. The two of you kissed for several long moments, breaking for air only to dive back in. When the two of you finally parted, you were both out of breath.

“Is that enough of a claim for you, baby?” You hummed, leaning forward and kissing him again. Waiting til he was distracted, you carefully slipped from his grip and began backing down the hall. He swiped out for you and you dodged with a giggle.

“Mm, I don’t think so. I could let anyone kiss me, you know? It’s gonna take a lot more than that to keep me.” Billy stalked down the hall after you, pupils blown wide in lust. Once he had you backed into the living room, he stopped and smirked. You tilted your head at the look and raised a brow again.

“Strip. Now.” This time, both of your brows rose and a delighted smile broke across your face.

“I thought we had somewhere to be, William?” You purred.

“Oh, that went out the window as soon as you showed up in that outfit. Now, do you want to be my good girl and do as your told? Or would you rather I showed you what happens to bad girls who tease?”

You were in for a long night.

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[asirensrage]

Another one!!!

“Sooner or later, you’ll understand. I had to do this. This is for your own good, okay? Let me take care of you.”

I'm going to pick any Ben Barnes character for that one :)

I love your choices, thank you!

This ended up being a bit of a sequel to Wrong Number.

Warnings: swearing. kidnapping. dark fic.

He kneels in front of her, reaching up and wiping the spit off of his face. He took her. He stole her in the night and has the audacity to look surprised that she’s upset. 

“I get it,” he says. “I know you’re upset but let’s face it, your life? That wasn’t a life sweetheart.”

“You don’t get to decide that!” Isa snaps. “You don’t kidnap a stranger!”

“Stranger? You think you have any idea what made me find you?”

“I don’t care.”

“You should.” He stands up and looks at her and the way she’s curled up on the cot he’s set up. “Your life was shit, sweetheart. I’m only here to help.”

“Let me go.”

“No.” He sighs and turns to the door. “Sooner or later, you’ll understand. I had to do this. This is for your own good, okay? Let me take care of you.”

“Fuck you!”

He leaves without a word. She’s not stupid. She knows he’ll be back. 

let’s do some prompts and drabbles

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[libraryofloveletters]

libraryofloveletters’ 4k masterlist

this concludes my 4k celebration!! thank you to everyone who submitted requests and thank you for the continuous support! <3

celebration post! 

Lance Stroll + “If you take the blanket, I’m gonna put my cold feet on you”

Charles Leclerc + “Nothing surprises me anymore”

Lewis Hamilton + Z: sleeping habits 

Charles Leclerc + “You can’t be serious!”  

Charles Leclerc +  “Are you trying to turn me on ?”  

Max Verstappen +  “Uh why is your shirt inside out?”

Carlos Sainz Jr + “What the actual fuck is that?” 

George Russell + “You can’t be serious!”

Jay Halstead +  “Do you know who you’re talking to?” “Yes, but I frankly don’t care”

Billy Russo +  “Who do I need to hurt?”

Lewis Hamilton + "Feeling better?" "It feels like I've been slapped but on the inside." "So... no?" (Lewis gets sick) 

Oscar Piastri + “It’s not a double date, we’re just the 3rd and 4th wheel” 

George Russell + “Stop looking at me like that” 

Charles Leclerc + “You look like you’re going to pass out” 

Lewis Hamilton + “Well. well, well. Look who came to their enemy’s door holding presents.” “Oh cut it, I’m here to pick you up for our date” 

Pierre Gasly + C: Cuddles 

Charles Leclerc + K: Kisses 

Lewis Hamilton + "Feeling better?" "It feels like I've been slapped but on the inside." "So... no?" (reader gets sick) 

Charles Leclerc + “Can you come and get me?”

Billy Russo + S: Security 

Carlos Sainz Jr + “What aren’t you telling me ?”

George Russell + “I can’t believe… you’re actually wearing my clothes”  (George wears your clothes)

Lewis Hamilton + “That’s blood, what happened ? Are you okay ?” 

George Russell + “I can’t believe… you’re actually wearing my clothes”  (you wear George’s clothes) 

Lewis Hamilton + A: Affection

Carlos Sainz Jr + “Oh bite me” “If you insist” 

Charles Leclerc +  “Does he know about the baby?”

Billy Russo + J: Jealousy 

Aleksander Kirigan + “I don’t even know who I am without you” 

Max Verstappen + “I think I’m in love with you and I’m terrified” 

Charles Leclerc + “I’m not jealous… you’re mine” 

John Carter + “I can’t believe... you're actually wearing my clothes”

Carlos Sainz Jr + “That’s all? Kinda disappointed to be honest”

Charles Leclerc + "Your hands are colder than the one time I lost a bet and I had to stick my hand into the snow for five minutes”

Lewis Hamilton + "You're like my child, call me daddy.... never mind, that sounds wrong” 

Platonic!Charles Leclerc + “What the actual fuck is that?” 

Mick Schumacher + “Feeling better?” “It feels like i’ve been slapped but on the inside.” “So… no?”

Charles Leclerc/Carlos Sainz Jr + “What do you mean maybe? it’s yes or no”

Charles Leclerc + “Dance with me” “It’s raining” “Who cares?” 

Sebastian Vettel + “I’m okay. You’re okay. We’re okay.” 

Sebastian Vettel + “If you take the blanket, I’m gonna put my cold feet on you”

Sebastian Vettel + C: Cuddles

Mick Schumacher + “We shouldn’t be doing this”

Pierre Gasly + “Would you reconsider if I was sober?”

Sebastian Vettel + "I can't believe you're making me do..”

George Russell + “It’s not that complicated”

Billy Russo + “I love you”

Mick Schumacher +  “It’s okay if you’re hurting” 

#lance stroll #charles leclerc #lewis hamilton #max verstappen #carlos sainz jr #carlos sainz #george russell #jay halstead #billy russo #oscar piastri #pierre gasly #aleksander kirigan #john carter #sebastian vettel #mick schumacher #anj's 4k prompts :)

[fluffyprettykitty]

❛ We love with claws and teeth and the blood is just proof of how much. It’s feral. ❜ & ❛ Kiss me. Kill me. Do something. ❜ & “I hate you” – “No you don’t.” ❜ for Billy Russo, please!

pairing: Billy Russo x gender neutral reader (no other specifications!)

word count: ~400 words

warnings: blood mention, broken glasses, general toxicity

summary: Billy reassures you after a rift.

a/n: sorry this took so long, but my brain finally rewired I think

"You're not worth this, Billy..." You shake your head and sit down on the floor, broken glasses and broken flowers surrounding you. There is dried blood adorning the palm of your hands, and you momentarily wish it wasn't yours.

"You're worth it." Billy hisses and exits the room with the intention of finding cleaning supplies. You take a deep breath and try to wipe your hands on the sides of your dress shallowing dryly wondering where it all went wrong. The truth is nothing was wrong, somehow things were exactly where you wanted them to be.

"I hate you." You blurt out when he walks inside the room again, all dressed in black, a broom on his hands.

"No, you don't." He proclaims confidently with the assurance cemented by your way of always coming back to him. No matter the emotional cost.

After collecting the flowers and the glasses and securing them in the trash can, he kneels beside you, dressed in his black expensive suit, his hair pushed back as always. The perfect image of a broken man. He extends his arms and places them over yours, tracing the dried blood with his fingertips. There is something about his touch, it makes you feel warm, in an odd way secure.

"We love with claws and teeth and the blood is just proof of how much. It’s feral." He whispers against your ear placing a soft tender kiss against your head when he's done. He wasn't wrong. He could never be wrong. You wanted this, you liked it when things were falling apart, you liked the yelling and the screaming.

"I'm tired." You blurt out, shutting your eyes as his black eyes focus on yours. Eye contact seems almost too intimate right now. He doesn't have to see you like this, he doesn't need any more confirmation from you. Slowly you hit the back of your head against the wall, a small silver tear falling from the corner of your eye.

"Kiss me. Kill me. Do something." You whisper through gritted teeth and the next thing you can feel is his lips kissing your jaw passionately.

You weren't afraid of him, you were only afraid of yourself.

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[atlatsofstories]

hospital - billy & tempest

𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃  &  𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐅𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄   (a  series  of  nonverbal  prompts .   mature  themes  present ,   ‘ my ’  muse  belongs  to  the  one who  posted  the  meme  -  send   “ + REVERSE ”   to  reverse  the  prompts .)

❛   hospital .   my muse  is told that yours is in the hospital .

              billy & tempest        there was nothing out of the ordinary about that day. Billy had awoken at the ass crack of dawn, proceeding with his day like he did on most days. there had been business meetings, a few calls, and supervising a drill session of a group of new employees. the day had been nothing too exciting, though ... at the end of the day, ending his day in his office late in the evening, he had found himself disappointed Tempest hadn't shown up like she had teased and promised all day through. unusual of her. billy stood by his desk in his office, holding his phone to his ear as he had called in a favor. his face was a mask of calm as he listened to the piece of information shared from the other end of the line. his free hand was squeezed into a tight fist at his side, the one holding his phone threatening to damage either his tight-squeezing digits or the frame of his phone. he didn't like one bit what he was hearing.        " thank you. " , with nothing more he ended the call. there has been an accident, she was in the hospital. for a moment he felt numb, standing dead-still aside from the arm that slowly and fluently extended out to put his phone back onto his desk. he blinked, his mind processing what he had just heard; there has been an accident, and she was in the hospital. she hadn't come because she was in the hospital, he was imprisoned by that thought, an uneasy feeling crawling up beneath his skin. crawling and crawling, until his temper flared right through him like wildfire. a short roar tore out from his throat, arms suddenly flinging out as he swept them across one half of his sturdy, mahogany desk. a mere flash of what the news had aroused within him, all he was about to allow himself to display of what he felt of her harm. the items flew, clattering and flying across the floor as he heaved in a breath, features contorted in primal anger. another heaved breath, followed by another heaved breath, and then another. with each deep taken breath his posture straightened once more, anger diminishing from his striking features until he was once more a man of perfect composure and coolness. dark hues darted to his side, glancing at the mess he had just made in his anger. his adam's apple popped as he found himself conscious of the emotions that he had just allowed to surface. he canted his head from one side to the other, flexing his neck as if now settling back under his own skin like he was supposed to. with a tick of his shoulder, he reached out for his suit jacket from his office chair back before he strode out of his office. a barked order to clean. quieter utter about him heading out.

#decadentias ! #decadentias ;; tempest willard #op ;; tempest willard #w ;; billy & tempest #cc ; billyrusso #asked of ;; billy russo #prompt ;; billy

[readerinsertsaremyguiltypleasure]

Hi!! P, 13 for Billy! Angsty but with a happy ending, please! Thank you!

Here you go, anon. 💕

This one is set while Billy is still a Marine.

P. Fighting/almost breaking up 13. 'What happened to us?'

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It all started with a really shit day. One of those days where everything that could go wrong did go wrong and all you wanted to do was to crawl into bed with your boyfriend and have him hold you for a while.

But you couldn’t. Because your boyfriend was thousands of miles away, in a desert somewhere in Afghanistan.

So, when you logged on to your scheduled Skype call, your mood was already dismal.

Usually getting to see Billy in any way you could was enough to brighten your mood, but today the low-quality picture and clunky signal just served as an unwelcome reminder of how he wasn’t there with you.

You needed him, and he wasn’t there. Just like he hadn’t been there all the other days you had needed him over the past several months. And all the months of his last two tours.

You were immensely proud of him for his service and would never ask him to quit the Marines for you… but it was hard being left behind. It was lonely.

In retrospect, you should have sent him an email and rescheduled your Skype call, claiming to be sick or something. But you had thought you could power through. You had thought that Billy would make you feel better.

You had thought wrong.

He had quickly noticed your sour mood, which only made his own mood sour in turn, and soon you found yourself in a heated fight while Skype kept freezing on your angry expressions.

‘Is it too much to want to enjoy this time together?’ said Billy in an angry whisper. He didn’t have the luxury of yelling, something that satisfied your petty side. ‘After all the shit that goes on here, I think I deserve a break and a chance to chat with my girl.’

‘We’re not together, Billy,’ you reminded him. ‘We’re on whole different continents. I love you and I’m proud of you, but you can’t expect me to always be okay with that.’

‘You’ve never had trouble before.’

You let out a bark of disbelieving laughter. ‘I’ve never let you see it before,’ you corrected. ‘I can’t count how many times I have cried myself to sleep because I missed having you next to me. Every Valentine’s Day and birthday and Christmas. Every shitty day that would have been made better with just one hug from you.’

‘That’s not my fault,’ he said through gritted teeth. ‘I had already signed up when we got together. You knew what you were getting into.’

‘So I’m not allowed to miss you?’

‘No.’

You stared at the screen in shock. That had not been the answer you had been expecting.

Billy seemed to realise his mistake straight away, and he groaned as he scrubbed a hand through his hair. ‘That’s not what I… Look, my tour is over in a few weeks. Then none of this will matter.’

‘Unless the tour gets extended like the last one.’

Unless you don’t come home at all, you didn’t say.

‘Then we’ll just have to deal with it,’ he sighed. Something caught his attention and his gaze drifted to above the camera. He let out an annoyed growl and then looked back to the screen. ‘I gotta go. People are waiting to use the computers.’

You nodded, knowing that there was nothing you could do about it. You weren’t going to deny other people the chance to talk to their loved ones just because you and Billy were fighting.

‘I… I’ll see you soon.’

When the call ended, you finally let the tears fall down your cheeks.

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Billy didn’t get the chance for another Skype call after that, and the only communication you had was emails which were kept short and succinct.

Only a few more weeks to go. I know.

Mission went well. I’m glad.

Got overlooked for the promotion again. I’m sorry.

Frank says hi. Hi Frank.

What happened to us?

That last message went unanswered.

But you would get your answer soon enough you supposed. By some miracle, Billy’s tour hadn’t been extended, and he was probably already on his flight home.

The thought made you equal parts happy and scared. You had missed him so much and couldn’t wait to see his face in person again… but what if this fight was not something you could both get past? What if the next time you saw him was also the last time?

It was those thoughts that had you stress-cleaning, and you were just about done with the kitchen when someone knocked on your front door. You almost ignored them but decided better of it when they knocked again.

‘All right, I’m coming,’ you grumbled as you made your way to the door.

Your annoyance disappeared the second you opened it.

There, on your doorstep, was Billy, dressed in a suit and holding his duffle bag in one hand and flowers in the other.

‘Why didn’t you use your key?’ you asked dumbly before you shook yourself out of it and stepped aside to let him in.

He gave you a small smile as he passed you. You caught a whiff of his cologne as he did, and your mind finally caught up with the fact that he was really there in front of you.

He was home.

Billy put his bag on the floor near the wall and then turned back to hold out the flowers to you.

You took them silently, and then immediately chucked them away as you launched yourself at him, wrapping your arms around him as tightly as you could.

‘I’m so glad you’re okay,’ you cried into his shoulder. You could deal with the fight and the distant emails and the unanswered questions later. Right now, all that mattered was that he had made it home again. ‘I’m so glad you’re home.’

Billy’s arms wrapped around you, making you cry harder. ‘Me too, baby,’ he whispered, and he pressed a kiss to your temple. ‘It’s so good be back for good.’

That had you pulling away, but Billy didn’t let you get very far. He only gave you just enough room to be able to look up at him. ‘For good?’ you asked, hope welling in your chest.

Billy nodded and reached up to wipe the drying tears from your cheeks. ‘I’ve finally got enough saved up to get out. I’ve been emailing the bank, and I think I can get a small loan to set up Anvil at last.’

Anvil had been his dream for a while now, but you hadn’t realised it had been so close.

Your smile could have rivalled the sun at that moment. ‘I’m so proud of you,’ you said.

You wanted nothing more than to kiss him senseless, maybe drag him straight to the bedroom, but the fight still lingered at the back of your mind, telling you that he might not want that.

Something must have shown in your eyes, because Billy suddenly cupped your cheeks and crashed his lips to yours, dispelling every one of your doubts.

You would get past it. You were going to be okay.

You clung to the collar of his shirt like it was a lifeline, even after the kiss ended.

‘I’m not leaving you ever again,’ he said, voice suddenly more serious than you’d ever heard it. ‘No more missed birthdays or holidays.’

You shook your head, feeling silly for the things you’d said all those weeks ago.

‘I’m sor-’

Billy cut off your apology with another kiss, this one less impassioned and more tender.

More loving.

‘Me too,’ he whispered once he had pulled away again. He rested his forehead against yours, and you both closed your eyes, relishing in the fact that you were both together.

You were both still together.

‘You asked what happened to us,’ he said. ‘The way I see it, the only thing that happened is we became stronger than before. Because now we know we can get through anything.’

Tears pricked at your eyes again, but you didn’t let them fall.

You couldn’t agree with him more.

#billy russo prompts #billy russo x you #billy russo x reader #this is the last of the game prompts #but I have one more Darkling prompt that is separate

[celestialspecial]

Xmas prompt #6! with Mr. Russo!

xo

6. Ice skating

Winters in New York were always your favorite. The snow seemed to clean the mucky streets for a brief moment and the nights seemed less dark.

Noises were blunted and the hustle and bustle of the city were muted for a short moment. Growing up in the midwest you were accustomed to the ups and downs of winter weather and had assumed all who resided in a winter wonderland once a year were the same.

Turns out you were wrong. You caught sight of Billy getting out of his towncar, nearly losing his footing on a patch of black ice. Hand shooting out with immaculate skill to grip the car door.

You don't know how he heard your chuckle from so far away but his dark eyes laser focused on you once he was standing upright again.

"Why did you ask to meet here?" He huffed walking over towards you. Hundred, no, thousands of people milled around you. Some carrying large parcels and bags from their shopping.

"Because we're gonna do a New York Holiday staple." You grinned grasping his hands in yours. His look of frustration melted away replaced by a warm look of affection seeing you so excited.

You gestured to the Rockefeller skating rink before you, the large Christmas tree lit up just as darkness had fallen.

The kind smile on his face turned downwards immediately.

"No."

"Ohhh-yes"

Hid brows drew together fixing you with a look of disaproval.

"I don't skate." You stepped back, tugging him along with you in the direction of the ice skating rental booth.

"Well I do." He dug his heels in, larger frame stopping you in your tracks. You turned back, sticking out your lower lip and putting on your best large eyed pleading look. "Please"

His glare lasted only a second longer before he sighed, shoulders drooping. That look always worked. Always.

A few moments later you were skating at full speed, weaving in and out of fellow skaters smiling as the cold air bit at your face. You had circled the rink completely before you arrived back at Billy's side.

Billy who, grand CEO that he was, was clinging to the wall, barely having moved a foot.

"You know I hate this right?" He gritted through his clenched teeth, holding onto the wall for dear life. You giggled, skating in front of him and holding out your hands.

"Come one Mr. Russo." You gave him your best shit-eating grin. He growled at you, half playfully half serious before gingerly taking one of your hands.

He moved slowly, feet almost slipping out from under him as he grabbed your other hand as well. You gently skated backwards holding his hands as he left the wall.

A flash of concern as his feet realized they were moving and his hands were out of reach from the protective barrier, then it faded as he began to move, following your lead.

Forward left, forward right, then again. Soon your movements were matching up as you both began to circle the rink keeping a steady pace.

As you passed by the Christmas tree both your figures illuminated in a wonderous array of colors Billy actually smiled.

Mind not fixating on the movements of his feet instead his full attention on you once more. You felt warmth bloom in your chest, watching him actually beginning to enjoy skating.

You'd completely rounded the rink and began to slow down by the entrance, but felt something push into you from behind.

A group of young kids had pushed their way onto the rink moving at a fast clip and once fully bumped into your side sending you sprawling down to the hard ice.

Billy, bless his heart hadn't let go of your hands, attempting to save you from your crash but instead you only managed to drag him down with you.

Both ending up in a heap on the ice, laughing until your cheeks hurt.

"Well that's not what I had planned." You managed to get out between hiccups of laughter. Billy's warm body still hovering over you protectively as skaters passed by.

This time he was the one who managed to be up first, gripping the trusty wall and hoisting you back to standing position.

"My hero." You chuckled, grinning as you leaned forward your lips meeting his in a soft caress that quickly began to turn more heated. "Careful you might melt the ice."

He took your hand, squeezing it firmly in his own as he scanned the rink once more.

"Let's go around once more."

"Are you actually having fun?"

He smiled back at you.

"Yes...and I also want to knock down those kids on your behalf."

#billy russo #the punisher au #the punisher #billy russo fanfiction #billy russo the punisher #billy russo x reader #billy russo x female reader #winter writing prompts #its christmas ya'll!

[hb-writes]

Why Do You Care?

Summary: After an argument for the ages, Lenny has decided Billy is an ass and she refuses to talk to him. Billy's willing to fix things and play nice, even if he's pretty sure Lenny's just being stubborn about the whole thing. Maria has had enough of his sister and Billy's bs and decides to intervene, forcing them together to prepare a birthday surprise for Frank.

Characters: Billy Russo & Lenny Falconio (OC)

Request (from 💜 anon): “Where does it hurt?” & “Why would you even care?” For The Punisher pretty please 💜

Content Warnings: A little language.

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Please take a moment to tell me what y'all think! Reviews and comments are always appreciated. 😌❤️

Calling out was instinctual—a reflex, if anything. That’s what Lenny told herself at least. Just like throwing out her arms to brace her fall, it was an action of the subconscious. It certainly wasn’t a call for help—for Billy's help, especially—but the strangled shout had pierced the silence of the house anyhow.

Lenny hadn’t planned on that, but as she writhed on the floor she got to thinking maybe it wasn’t a bad thing because she hurt like hell—her arm, her hip, her foot, her head. Her whole body, it seemed. Maybe she'd done more damage than she initially thought. 

Billy’s quick footsteps echoed across the floor as he approached, audible even though he was a marine. As a rule, the man was unusually stealthy and light on his feet. It was just how he moved, an instinct of his own that usually created a cautious bit of distance between him and the rest of the world because he was somehow able to fade into the background when he wanted to, if he wanted to. 

Billy didn't care about any of that here though. He let down his guard a bit at Maria and Frank’s, a place that felt more like home than his actual apartment did, the inherent warmth of the Castle-Falconio household instantly thawing something in him every time he stopped by.

Billy appeared in front of her, a roll of blue party streamers still in his hand, almost as if he hadn't had time to even drop the roll before coming to investigate and Lenny’s words came out louder and faster than Billy's as he asked what had happened.

"I'm fine," Lenny groaned. 

The quiet that came after almost made Billy think Lenny hadn't heard his question, but he knew she had—she was just ignoring him. Same as she'd been doing all week, since their argument at Sunday dinner.

And it was fine. Billy didn't really need Lenny to answer the question. The scene before him was clear enough. She was on the floor with one hand wrapped around her ankle, covered completely in white dust, the half-empty bag of flour settled precariously on the counter, threatening to spill more of its contents all over them and the kitchen floor. 

“I’m fine,” she repeated. “You can—”

"You’re not fine." Billy lowered himself to the floor beside her. He’d agreed to keep out of her way, had allowed her to banish him to the backyard with balloons and streamers and a happy birthday banner, but that was before she launched herself off of the kitchen counter. "Where does it hurt?"

Lenny scooted away from Billy's hands, hissing as she tried to use her foot to leverage herself backwards.

"I'm fine," she insisted once again, though her breath was unsteady, her eyes watering as the growing ache in her ankle pulsed and throbbed.

"You're not," Billy repeated, his hands both gentle and firm as they replaced her hold around the already swelling joint, his hands cool against her skin. "You're—"

"Why would you even care?" 

Billy took a breath, part of him ready to laugh while the rest of him was ready to roll his eyes—all of it borne of frustration. Billy had known Lenny Falconio long enough and well enough to know deep in his soul that she was stubborn as hell, that she wouldn't give in so easily, even with tears in her eyes. "Because I do, alright?" he said. "I care…even when you think I've been an asshole and I think you're being a goddamn brat so just let me help."  

Billy saw the instinct to fight him on those points rise within her, but arguing that she wasn't a brat or a kid or whatever else Billy called her almost always only served to corroborate his point, the tone of Lenny's rebuttal and the indignation on her face condemning her as being the exact thing she insisted she wasn't.

"You are an asshole," Lenny offered instead, each of the words pushed out through gritted teeth.

"Maybe I am" Billy confirmed. "And maybe you're stubborn as a mule. Obstinate.” He shook his head, but it was with a bit of fondness, a knowing acceptance of the way she was and always had been for as long as he'd known her. “Climbing up on your sister's counters and nearly breaking your neck when you could've just asked me for help."

Billy was right. Lenny could've just asked him. She had known he was there—banished by her out in the backyard, just through the screen door. She had even thought about it before deciding she could get the flour on her own. She didn't need him or his long-reaching arms. Or at least, Lenny didn't want to need him. She didn’t want to need Billy’s help. 

That was the whole point of this standoff anyway, wasn't it? 

That Lenny was sick of Billy “helping” and butting in when it wasn't warranted?

When it wasn’t requested?

Lenny had told him as much when he sauntered into the kitchen upon his arrival, offering his assistance, assistance Lenny promptly told him wasn't needed or wanted. She hadn't said it, but she wanted him to mind his own business, to stop caring, the very opposite of what was happening now as his hands continued to cradle her ankle, his eyes full of concern as he watched her. 

And Lenny just wanted him to stop, to go back outside and let her ride out the initial wave of pain on her own. 

“Maybe we should call your—”

“No!” Lenny shouted, assuming he’d been about to suggest calling Maria or Frank, but the whole thing was supposed to be a surprise for Frank, for his birthday and interrupting them now would only ruin it. As far as Frank knew, spending the day at the batting cages with Maria and the kids was his gift. Lenny had begged off the outing, claiming she had a paper due, promising to make it up to him later in the week, but it had all been a lie.

There was no paper due—Lenny was staying behind to decorate the backyard and to make the cake. And to warm up the dinner Maria had already made and left waiting in the fridge. Lenny had planned to have everything ready by the time Billy and Curtis were scheduled to arrive and they’d all surprise Frank when he arrived back home with Maria and the kids.

That was how it was supposed to go, but then Billy had shown up early, ruining her mood, distracting her.

His surprise arrival wasn't of his own accord, of course. It was Maria who had invited him to come early, insisting Lenny needed help with set up even though everything had been under control.

The both knew Maria and recognized her meddling for what it was—she was just giving them an opportunity to sort things out, to clear the air before they all sat down to a celebratory dinner. Lenny could've taken the opportunity to fix things—Billy had seemed willing—but she hadn’t. Instead, she had banished him to the backyard to decorate while she stayed in the kitchen preparing the food, her headphones firmly in place as she worked.

"We don't need to call them," Lenny mumbled, pushing at the phone in his hand. "My neck's fine."

"Yeah, and your mouth's fine, too, apparently," Billy answered, a smirk on his face for about a second or so before he coughed around the handful of flour that hit his face.

Lenny's flour-covered hand shielded the uncontrollable giggles spilling from her lips as Billy started to chuckle, a hollow and dangerous sort of sound coming out of him as he tried to wipe some of the white powder from his face. 

"You think you're funny?" he asked, the seriousness of his tone only serving to make Lenny laugh harder and louder, all of it building until a handful of flour collided with her open mouth.

"Billy!" she shouted, spitting around the words.

"You started it," Billy answered around his laughter as he quickly reached for Lenny, not allowing her any time to fight him as he lifted her in his arms.

"Billy, put me—" Lenny started, cut off suddenly when Billy settled her in one of the stools on the other side of the kitchen island, his hands working to prop her swollen ankle up on an adjacent seat.

"Asshole," she muttered to herself as Billy walked away.

“Here." He pulled out a bag of frozen peas and turned to her. "Put this on it.”

Billy tossed the bag across the counter where it slid into Lenny’s lap and she let out a squeal as it made contact with the bare skin of her thighs. “I can’t just put it straight on—”

“Yeah, yeah." Billy moved around the counter again, this time with a tea towel in hand. He took the peas from her, carefully wrapping it before placing it on her ankle. "Here ya go, brat."

"Guess it’s a good thing I was here after all, huh?”

Lenny shrugged. "I would've been alright without—"

"You're unbelievable, you know that?" Billy shot back. "And I guess you're still planning on putting this meal together without my help too? Going to bake a cake with a busted ankle?"

Lenny thought about it, knowing she could struggle through it if she really wanted. It would be a pain in the ass and it would probably do her more harm than good in the end, but she could do it. She could prove her point.

"That's real smart, Len. Real—" Real fucking stubborn was what Billy wanted to say, his frustration flaring once again, a bit of the fondness slipping. Too stubborn for her own good, but she interrupted him before the words could come to his lips.

"You can make the cake," she offered.

"Really?"

"Yeah, you make the cake and decorate and clean up my sister's kitchen, and I'll sit here and supervise."

"Alright, fine." Billy snorted. "One condition though," he said, watching her for some sign of protest, but not quite finding it. "Curtis is coming by early to take a look at that ankle."

Lenny sighed. "Fine," she agreed, the throbbing of her ankle just a bit stronger than her pride. "Go ahead and call him."

"He's already on his way," Billy answered. "I texted him when you were too busy being a brat—" 

"You are such an asshole."

"Yeah," Billy answered. "An asshole who cares about you." 

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#the punisher #billy russo fanfic #billy russo x oc #billy russo #lenny falconio #so much for keeping these under 1000 words #june prompts

[mikeisthricedeceased]

I only recently updated my tumblr app and I almost just posted an unfinished draft because they moved the edit button to the other side 🤦‍♀️

#an answer to a Billy Russo prompt that just ends right in the middle without warning #that’s quality right there lmao

[fakehappy27]

If someone could suggest me a very good Ff Alexander x Zoya (no Alina, no Nikolai involved, pls), I would be forever grateful.

I don’t know why I’m so into this couple these past days 🤪

#shadow and bone #shadow and bone fanfiction #benjamin behave #ben barnes #zoya nazyanelsky #zoya my beloved #queen zoya #ao3 fanfic #darkling prompts #alexander morozova #general kirigan #billy russo

[mattmurdocksscars]

Okay so 🚗 car sex with Billy fucking Russo, how would that go (down)?

🎤 how loud are they, with Matt 😈

Oooof car sex with Billy 🥴 can you imagine it? There's only one thing Billy loves more than his precious wraith and that's you. He'll take you anytime in that car, mess be damned. That's why detailing exists 😂 his favorite thing, however, is to have you ride him. He'll lean the seat back and just watch in awe as you writhe on top of him. He'll put his hands on your hips and help guide you, but he wants to watch you do the work. Wants to watch the way you fuck yourself onto his cock. And towards the end? When you really start to lose yourself to the pleasure? Billy finds you absolutely stunning. It's definitely one of his favorite views.

Matthew Manwhore Murdock is loud as fuck, my friend. He can't help it. You just feel so damn good. He's loudest when he's close to orgasm. He loses all sense of control and just lets loose. Plus he knows how much it turns you on to hear him moan and whine, so why deny you of something you enjoy?

#matt murdock #matt murdock headcanons #billy russo #billy russo headcanons #emoji prompts

[asirensrage]

8 for the smut. And damn it, thanks to you, I need something Ben Barnes character related lmao. Please and thank you.

hahahah, no regrets.

8. “I’ve never wanted to fuck you more than I do now”

You look up at him. "What?" "I've never wanted to fuck you more than I do now," he repeats. You stare at him for a minute before grinning widely. "Really?" All you had done was assemble the handpiece he had taken apart when he teased that you wouldn't be able to. "Come here," he commands, motioning for you. You move forward and his hands go to your waist as he guides you to straddle him. "So what are you going to do?" you ask softly as you lean forward. "Minx," he breathes. "You want them to see?" He nods towards the windows that overlook the training area of Anvil. "Want you to keep that promise." "Hmm..." His lips brush against your jaw and you can't help but rock your hips forward into him. "I always pay my debts," he murmurs, hands already pulling at your shirt. "Let's show them all you're mine."

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