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marvelmusing · 4 months
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Misbehaviour
Pairing: Billy Russo x Fem!Reader
Summary: Billy takes you to one of his favourite restaurants, but you can’t seem to behave how he wants you to.
Warnings [18+]: smut vibes, dom!Billy, sub!reader, mentions of spanking in public, reader flashes him under the table, the restaurant is 100% a discrete kink club
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As the group in front of you finishes speaking with the hostess and starts to be led into the restaurant by a waiter, you begin to step forward, only to be stopped by your boyfriend.
Billy snakes an arm around your waist, slipping a hand between your legs, his fingers curling to press against the seam of your cunt. Through the fabric of your dress, the heel of his palm presses firmly against your clit and you writhe instantly.
Humiliation burns over your cheeks as you attempt to close your coat to keep the position of his hand out of sight. His words are low, murmured against your ear.
“If you misbehave in this nice restaurant, full of respectable people, you’re in for a spanking that’ll make your ass cheeks hot enough to fry eggs.” Embarrassment and arousal warms your body. His lips brush against your hairline as he grins, thoroughly pleased with himself, “Sunny side up, just the way I like ’em.”
He is painfully handsome like this, sure of himself, hair styled perfectly, his facial hair thicker than usual, just touching the edge of ruggedness. It makes your mouth water.
“Go on, baby.” He releases you, giving your ass a small tap with his hand to encourage you forwards, smiling when your legs teeter unsteadily. “Atta girl.”
Billy’s hand stays placed at the small of your back, directing you through the maze of tables as you follow the waiter. When you arrive at the small round table that is yours for the evening, you glance at Billy as he shrugs his coat off.
“Can I sit in your lap?”
“No,” he answers smoothly, handing his coat to an attendant with a polite nod before he removes your coat as well, ignoring your pout.
“Please?”
“No.”
“But Bil-”
“Another word and I’ll make you sit on the floor.”
It’s a tempting thought, sitting at Billy’s feet with your chin in his lap, but your knees would have no protection and the floor looks rather uncomfortable.
He doesn’t look at you, even when you sit down in the seat opposite him, his eyes fixed on the menu with a confidence that makes you throb.
“Good girl.”
The food is exquisite. Billy does most of the talking which is fine by you, he’s a marvel to watch as he cuts his steak into measured pieces, swiping it through the sauce as he mentions a few upcoming galas he wants you to attend with him.
Seeing Billy like this makes you antsy, itching for something you can’t ask for here, though perhaps you could place the idea in his head for later on tonight.
“I’ve dropped my napkin,” you admit softly. He raises a brow at you. “Could you reach it for me?”
He nudges his chair back slightly, shifting his attention down towards the floor.
As he ducks beneath the tablecloth, you slide the skirt of your dress upwards, spreading your legs wide to give him an unobstructed view of your naked cunt. His hand on the table curls into a fist, knuckles white with the sudden pressure.
The moment he lifts his head back up, his eyes lock onto yours, dark and dangerous. A shudder runs down your spine, goosebumps prickling over your skin. He sits up, rolling his shoulder lightly as he tucks his chair back in.
“What did I tell you about misbehaving?”
His question makes you shift in your seat, eyes bouncing over the contents of the table to avoid his gaze.
“Not to,” you concede, swinging your legs to relieve some nervous energy. He nods slowly.
“Would you like your spanking before or after dessert?”
There’s a pause as you take a moment to consider your options. Hopefully after your punishment, Billy will let you sit in his lap and feed you some dessert. That thought alone is what helps you decide on an answer.
“Before.”
He nods again.
Anticipation thrums under your skin as he gestures to an attendant, asking them to take your empty plates. Billy picks up the candle sitting between you, blowing out the flame with a harsh puff. When he catches your eye, noticing the frown on your face, he grins.
He begins to move the glass candle holder and rest of the table’s contents over to one side. There’s a nervous edge to your voice as you say,
“Billy?”
His gaze is direct.
“Do you trust me?”
Eyes bouncing between each of his, in awe of the casual dominance on display as he regards you seriously, and you nod instantly.
“Yes.”
“Stand up.” The frown on your face deepens as he nods at the table, pristine white linen spread over the surface. “Now bend over the table.”
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amhrosina · 1 year
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Your Pretty Heart (Billy Russo x f!Reader)
A/N: Anyone else widely obsessed with Pedro Pascal and The Last of Us right now? Being back in my Pedro era feels like getting home after a long ass trip. Should I write for some of Pedro's characters?? SOS! Also, I hit 800 followers today??? Like what??? Thank you to everyone who supports me and this account!!
Request: ex’s to lovers with Billy Russo or Matt Murdock. Where Frank and Karen “help” Billy/Matt get their ass together to get back with Reader. Because come on their clearly still in lovee. 
Word Count: 3.7k
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Summary: When you and Billy break up, Karen takes it upon herself to get you back together. Her plan comes to a head one night at Josie’s, and you and Billy must face the consequences of loving and leaving one another. 
(Warnings: so much angst, cursing, Billy is a soft!boy at heart, soft!Billy, descriptions of smut (but like romantic descriptions, not graphic ones??), I think that’s it, it’s literally just really sad until the end lol) 
“You look great.” Your date smiled, but he wasn’t looking at your face. Instead, for the third time in less than a minute, his eyes trailed the sloping curve of your cleavage as it disappeared into your dress. You shrugged his gaze off, hoping there was at least something interesting about him to keep you entertained for the evening. Something could be there. Deep, deep, down, but there, nonetheless.  
“So, Brad, what do you do for work? When Karen set this up, she didn’t tell me much about you.” 
“I’m an accountant.”  
Brad nodded his head along with yours, an awkward bob as you waited for him to return the question. He didn’t, instead choosing to fix his gaze on the jazz singer across the restaurant. Zero for two, Brad. 
“Do you, uh, have any hobbies?” You tried again to break the conversation dam, but Brad’s attention was so far away from the table you were sharing that he barely glanced at you when he responded. 
“I jog sometimes.” 
“Oh!” You lurched forward, desperate to grab onto anything that might make this date less awkward. “I like to jog, too. I’ll listen to books when I do it to pass the time. Do you read at all?” 
Brad’s eyes flicked to yours, then back to the jazz singer. Uninterested, bored, and inconvenienced. That’s what his glance told you. 
“People who need books or music when they run aren’t capable of self-reflection. It’s how you grow as a human being, you know? You should try it.”  
You blinked. Who the fuck does this guy think he is? A pompous, arrogant, prick seemed like the winning description, and you chuckled as you looped your purse handle over your shoulder. 
“Well, Brad.” You stood from your seat, drawing his attention away from the band. “Congratulations. You win. I think this is quite possibly the worst date I’ve ever been on, and that’s saying a lot.” 
You didn’t deem him with an explanation as you exited the restaurant, but a vivid memory flashed in your mind of Billy standing you up on your anniversary last year. Yeah, that date was terrible, but at least Billy hadn’t insulted you after standing you up. He’d spent weeks apologizing with flowers, jewelry, and even cutting down on his time at Anvil so he could spend more time with you, but that date would always stick out in your mind as the beginning of the end.  
You shook the thoughts from your head, digging through your purse to find your cellphone. Karen was going to explain where the fuck she met this guy, and why she thought setting him up with you would be a good idea. She picked up on the second ring. 
“Karen.” You tapped your foot on the sidewalk. “What the fuck?” 
“Hey! How was the date?”  
Wherever Karen was, it was loud. You could barely understand her through the speaker, muffled by music and what sounded like a crowd of people in the background.  
“The date was so bad.” You almost whined. Almost stomped your foot at how unfair the dating world had become. Almost thought about how much easier it was when you were with Billy. “Where did you even meet this guy?” 
“At work. Was he an asshole?” She sounded apologetic, but the volume at which she had to scream her question into the phone made the entire interaction feel a little less impactful.  
“Grade-A Asshole.” You groaned. “Where are you?” 
“I’m at Josie’s, but-” 
“Great. I’m on my way.”  
You hung up the phone before she could respond and hailed a taxi. You felt a little guilty for barging in on her evening. Karen was a good friend, one that you’d clung to since you and Billy had gone your separate ways, and she deserved a night out without your moping. But the nagging feeling rolling around in the pit of your stomach told you exactly the reason you had to go to Josie’s. If you didn’t go hang out with Karen, you’d end up calling Billy, and the last thing you wanted to do was let him see you after a shitty date. You climbed into the taxi and hoped you could drink away the memories of tonight with Karen once you arrived at Josie’s.  
Billy took a hefty sip of his beer as he eavesdropped on Karen’s phone conversation. Technically, it wasn’t eavesdropping if Karen had whacked him on the arm the second her phone started ringing, but it made Billy uncomfortable anyways. What they’d planned felt too much like a trick, and he didn’t want to take advantage of the situation. 
“She’s on her way.” Karen grinned, raising her beer in the air to clink bottles with him.  
Billy fiddled with the bottle in his hand, unsure if there was anything to be ‘cheersing’ to. 
“C’mon, Bill,” Frank grunted, meeting Karen’s still outstretched arm, “It worked. She’s on her way. Now, all you have to do is be a lesser asshole than her date.” 
“Don’t you think she’ll be furious when she finds out her entire evening was construed by her ex-boyfriend and best friends? She doesn’t even want to see me.” 
“Trust me, Billy,” Karen angled her head for emphasis, “She does. She just won’t admit it.” 
“How do you know, though?”  
“I see it on her face, and hear it in her voice, and she’s still sleeping on my couch. And you know what that tells me?”  
Billy rolled his eyes. “What does that tell you, Karen?” 
Karen’s eyes twinkled with mischief. “That she’s not looking for another apartment. That she still has hope that she’ll be able to go home, to your apartment.” 
Billy shook his head. “The market is insane. Maybe she just can’t find an affordable one.” 
“I saw three listed in the paper this morning. She’s not looking, Billy. She misses you.” 
Billy groaned, dragging his hands over his face. This entire situation was completely and totally fucked, and it was completely and totally his fault. He’d always been warned that his ambition would get the best of him. You’d slipped through his fingers so quickly that he got whiplash when he thought about the end of the relationship. It was like you were there one day and gone the next, and he had no idea how he ended up alone, stranded in his kitchen in the middle of the night because the idea of going to bed without you hurt too much.  
“What if it’s too late? What if I can’t fix it?” 
“All you can do is try, Bill.” Frank shrugged. 
“She loves you.” Karen spoke firmly, tapping her finger on the table, “And you love her. But she needs to know that. You have to show her that you love her.” 
“How? I thought I was doing that before.” Billy let out a disgruntled breath and cleared his throat.  
“Your priorities need to change. She deserves better than last-minute cancellations and rescheduled dates. You’re your own boss, Billy. You make the rules, and no matter how much money you spend on her, or how many gifts you buy her, she’s always going to remember the times that you didn’t show up.” 
Billy nodded. Karen was right, as usual. There’d been a significant change in the amount of time Billy was spending at Anvil, sometimes returning home early in the morning, only to change suits and leave again. It wasn’t your fault – it never was – but Billy couldn’t help himself from falling back into his old patterns. When shit got too real, he retreated, and it ended up costing him the most important thing in his life.  
Tonight was his chance to fix everything – to bring you home, to remind you that he adored you, to show you that his life was falling apart without you in it. All he had to do was get you to listen, and he was sure everything else would fall into place. 
You took three steps into the bar before swiveling around and marching out in a dramatic fashion. Cursing Karen for conveniently forgetting to mention that Billy was with her, you tried not to stomp down the sidewalk that led to Karen’s apartment. If you had an apartment of your own, you’d surely be stomping your way there instead.  
You didn’t make it far before you heard your name being called behind you. Two distinct voices trailed you, but you were more focused on the lack of the third. Had he stayed behind at the bar? You swung around, almost slamming into Frank’s chest. Karen was a few steps behind him, and behind her, stood beautiful and broken Billy, hands in his pants pockets.  
“What?” You screeched, eyes flickering between the group. 
“I just wanted to tell you thaaaat,” Karen’s eyes twinkled, and you should’ve known that she was about to make your night go from bad to worse, “I’m going back to my apartment with my boyfriend, who is going to do very loud things to me for hours. If I were you, I’d steer clear of the whole block tonight.” 
You rolled your eyes and looked at Frank, whose innocent expression gave away Karen’s plan faster than you could piece it together. Clearly, this coup had been planned, and they were leaving you with no option but to spend time with Billy. 
“Is that so?” You narrowed your eyes at her, hoping she could read every nasty thought you’d ever had about her in your gaze.  
“Yep!” She hooked an arm through Frank’s and tugged him down the sidewalk. “See you tomorrow!” 
You watched them until they turned a corner, and you could no longer see them. When you turned to face Billy again, he had inched closer to you, standing a heady meter away with his hands still in his pockets. 
“Did you plan this?”  
The anger in your voice echoed across the concrete, slamming into Billy. He grasped his chest as if you’d shot him in the heart.  
“No. I didn’t even know there was a plan until I showed up at Josie’s earlier.” 
You hesitated to believe him, but something in the way he was looking at you told you to trust him. You looked him up and down, focusing on the way he looked worse than you’d ever seen him. For a brief second, you felt triumph over it. He deserved this after everything he did to you. He deserved to feel like shit. The triumph faded faster than it came, and an overwhelming sadness replaced the ire thoughts you were having about him.  
There were bags under his eyes, and you could tell he hadn’t been sleeping well. He never did when he couldn’t sleep with you. The facial hair that he usually kept so neat and maintained had grown beyond his usual boundaries, and the fact that he kept subconsciously scratching at it told you he didn’t like it. You tried not to let it get to you. You probably looked like shit, too.  
“How’ve you been?” His focus remained wholly on you. You rubbed the back of your neck to try and shake off his stare. 
“We don’t have to do this, Bil.” You looked at the ground, focusing on the crack in the concrete that crawled its way across the sidewalk, drawing a line inbetween you and Billy. You couldn’t decide if that was fitting, or incredibly sad. Maybe it was both. 
“We’re not doing anything.” He shook his head innocently. 
“You know what I mea-” 
“Come home.”  
There was a pregnant pause in the conversation as the two of you eyed each other. 
“Billy, I-” 
“Just for tonight. Until Karen’s apartment is...safe again.” 
You narrowed your eyes at him, searching for an ulterior motive. And of course, there was an ulterior motive. You couldn’t blame him for it, because you knew if the roles were reversed, you’d be doing the same thing.  
“I don’t know if that’s a good idea.” You shook your head, more towards yourself than at him.  
“Why not?” He cocked his head to the side. 
“You know why.”  
He nodded but shrugged his shoulders anyways.  
“I’m not going to leave you out here with nowhere to go. It’s either the apartment, or we spend the next few hours in awkward silence at a diner.” 
The apartment. Not ‘my’ apartment. He didn’t consider it his when you weren’t there to claim the other half of it. You couldn’t lie to yourself. You wanted so badly to go with him, to see the home that you’d built with him. You wanted so badly to see how he’d faired over the last month without you. It was with all this in mind, and not how much you missed him, that had you nodding, agreeing to go home. Just for a visit, you repeated in your mind, just for a visit. 
When you stepped into what was once the living room you shared with Billy, you were struck with an overwhelming sense of familiarity. There was nothing different about it, except that the bookshelf was a little less stuffed than usual. You’d grabbed your favorites on your way out, unable to part with them, even just for a little bit. 
“Can I get you some wine?” Billy asked, already heading toward the kitchen to pour himself a glass. You nodded, shrugging your jacket off and trying to ignore the strangeness of being treated like a guest in the home that you’d lived in for years.  
When Billy returned with two particularly full glasses, you plopped down on the couch. You didn’t know how to act, or what to say, or who to be when you were around him anymore and falling back into old habits seemed like a grand way to get your feelings hurt again. 
“You didn’t answer my question earlier.” Billy took a swig from his glass, sitting on the armchair across from the couch. You silently thanked the universe that he had put distance between the two of you. The closer he was, the less clearly you could think.  
“Which one?” 
“How’ve you been?” 
“Oh.” You took a sip, only because it gave you something to do with your hands. “I’ve been alright.” 
He smiled, but the corners of his mouth didn’t reach his eyes. Anyone who looked at you longer than two seconds could see that you’re clearly not doing alright, but you’d grown comfortable living in denial, and you weren’t going to admit how not alright you were.  
“Heard your date didn’t go well.” 
You scoffed. Maybe it was the wine, or the way he looked smug about the fact that you’d had a shitty date, but you couldn’t help what came out of your mouth next.  
“Fuck you, Billy. It’s none of your business.” 
Billy looked startled by your outburst. You gulped down another mouthful of wine before rubbing your hand down your face. 
“I’m sorry.” You shook your head. “I don’t know where that came from.” 
“It’s okay. I probably deserve it.” He shrugged, leaning back in his seat. 
“What happened to us?” You asked, gazing at the ceiling. 
“You tell me, sunflower. You’re the one that left.” 
Your heart ached at the nickname. It wasn’t fair that he used it, especially when you were clearly in a vulnerable mood, but you cherished it anyways.  
“You left first.”  
It was barely a whisper, said so quietly that you weren’t quite sure he had heard you. If the palpable tension that followed wasn’t indicative of his acknowledgment, the deep sigh that erupted from his chest soon after was indication enough. He stayed quiet, swirling the remaining wine in his glass around in small circles. 
You stared at him, unflinching in your assessment of his body language. He didn’t look as miserable as you felt, and a spark of anger ignited in your belly because of it.  
“Did you ever really love me, Bil?” You barked. It was bait, and both of you knew it. You’d never questioned his love for you, and he knew you were trying to get a rise out of him, but he couldn’t help stepping up to the plate and taking the bait. 
“What kind of fucking question is that?” He watched you closely. You tried not to let your triumph show on your face. “Of course, I love you.” 
He stood from his seat and rested his hands on his hips, willing you to do the same. Meet him where he stood, he dared, show him how much you still care. You were nothing if not a daredevil. You joined him in the middle of the room, pressing your index finger into his chest. 
“Well then, what the fuck happened?”  
“You. Tell. Me.” He gritted from between clenched teeth. 
Billy wasn’t being fair to you, and he knew it. You were asking a valid question, and he was cowering behind the anger and frustration in the room.  
“I can’t do this again, Bil.” You turned, reaching for your purse. A heavy tug on your elbow had you crashing into Billy’s chest, where he enveloped his arms around you and pulled you into a crushing hold.  
“You’re not leaving, are you?”  
There was a softness in his voice that tugged at your heartstrings. For a moment, you forgot you were speaking to a grown man and not an orphaned little boy. You blew a long breath out before shaking your head. He rested his forehead against your shoulder. 
“No, Bil. I’m not leaving.” 
“I always knew I’d end up breaking your pretty heart.” His voice was muffled by your shoulder, but you didn’t miss the slight crack in his words. “I knew I’d fuck it up eventually.” 
“I don’t understand what happened. Everything was fine, and then it wasn’t.” You blinked away the tears that had built up on your waterline.  
“I know, baby. I’m so sorry.” 
You cupped his face as he dropped to his knees in front of you. His eyes, now red-rimmed and glassy, pleaded with you, and you couldn’t stop yourself from lowering your body next to his. 
“What’s going on?” You asked him, eyes flickering between his fast-blinking eyelids and rapidly shaking hands.  
“I was afraid.” He cleared his throat. “Am. I am afraid.” 
“Of what? Where is this coming from?” You gaped. You knew Billy struggled with commitment more than most – it had taken him almost a year of serious dating before he could tell you he loved you – but you thought he had moved past that. 
“Tom’s getting married.” 
Your brow furrowed. “What does Tom have to do with us?” 
“Tom’s getting married, and all I can think about is how I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to give that to you, and how you deserve someone who can give you everything you want and more.” 
You let his words sink into your chest, dissecting every interaction you’d had with him leading up to your breakup. It had been a slow descent, and when it finally became too much, you’d left with no clue how you ended up alone and sleeping on Karen’s couch every night. 
“Billy,” You shuttered, shaking your head as tears began to travel down your cheeks, “I never said I wanted any of that.” 
“It’s what you deserve.” 
“But it’s not what I want. Why couldn’t you see that I was happy with the way things were?” 
“I was terrified that you’d leave me. And then I became a shit boyfriend, and you really did leave me, and it was the worst thing that’s ever happened to me.” 
You wiped the tears from under your eyes and sniffled. “You weren’t always a shit boyfriend.” 
Billy snorted, letting a small smile cross his face as he tucked a piece of your hair behind your ear. 
“Can you ever forgive me, sunflower?” 
You considered his question. If you were being completely honest, you’d forgiven him as soon as you saw his pretty, brown eyes across the bar earlier, so sad and searching for you.  
“Can you promise that you’ll tell me when you’re feeling like this again, instead of shutting me out?” You cupped his cheek, eyes flicking down to his lips and then back up to his eyes.  
“I can promise that I’ll try.” He swallowed, searching your expression. “Is that enough?” 
You lurched forward, pressing your lips to his. The kiss tasted of red wine and salt, and you were suddenly grateful that you’d slumped to the floor earlier instead of waiting until now, when your knees were weak and shaking with anticipation.  
“I love you.” Billy mumbled inbetween kisses. 
“Show me.” You responded, opening yourself to him for the first time in over a month. 
He took you right there on the living room floor, a flurry of intertwined limbs, swollen lips, and skin brushing skin. His lips only left yours long enough to whisper praises against your neck before returning to yours in a bruising kiss. When you came apart underneath him, you couldn’t stop the tears from forming, but he didn’t mind. He kissed the tears away, apologies in their own right, as he continued showing you how much he loved you. 
Later on, after hours of reconciliation and apologies, you collapsed next to Billy on the couch. You’d lost your clothes a long time ago, only covered with the throw blanket you’d purchased the year before on a whim, and you watched as he sighed in quiet contemplation.  
“We should tell Karen and Frank that their plan worked.” You rested your head on his shoulder. He smiled, pulling you into his chest.  
“Let them figure it out on their own. They’ll come around at some point tomorrow when you still haven’t gone back.” 
He was right. The next morning, when Karen and Frank knocked on the door, you and Billy were still cuddled together on the couch, so worn out from the night before that you hadn’t been able to muster up the energy to move to the bedroom. You took one glance at Billy before you were on him again, uncaring that your friends were waiting. That’s fine, you thought, let them wait. Let them wait. 
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celestialspecial · 10 months
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Blood Rush
Warnings: Mentions of Blood/ 18+ themes
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The pounding beat of the music seemed to reverberate down to the earths mantle. An intense light show swam across the crowd lighting them up in vivid reds and blues, purple tones intermingling on the dance floor.
The entire club was packed to the gills, heat, sweat, and sounds drowned together in one large overwhelming assortment. The entire establishment felt like it was shaking down to its foundation from the pounding bass.
So many warm bodies all in one place. Billy let his eyes close as he leaned over the side of the railing looking down at the crowd. If he focused he could pick out conversations going on all around him.
He didn’t need to strain, no, to their human ears they had to yell. His pale hands gripped the metal pole tighter as he sniffed into the heavy air. Filled with so many different fragrances. Perfumes, sweat, the stench of sex even emanated from a few of the private vip booths.
A lilting soft scent wafted over his nostrils. It was airy, sweet but not overpowering. Whatever it was had his mouth watering. It was blood. But not just any. 
He let his sixth sense drift outwards, hoping to pinpoint exactly where the smell was coming from. Ignoring the ache in his stomach, hungering for whatever delicious morsel was unknowingly going to become his next meal.
The next song started and the strobe lights flickered over the packed interior. He could feel the pulse from the DJ booth, the whole floor felt like it was moving as people jumped up and down.
In his earlier days this place would’ve drove him mad. The bursting colors, unconfined smells, the droning music. And the thirst for blood. He would’ve gone mad.
Now it was the only place he could zone out. Far removed from reality. The one place he could fade into the background and pretend. Pretend he wasn’t what he was.
You could feel the buzz start to wear off as you downed your next glass of water, the sweat streaking across your forehead. You brushed at the strands stuck to your face in a futile attempt to cool down.
You could see some of your girl friends still out on the dance floor, the vodka had in fact, helped them dance better. You couldn’t help but laugh at the ridiculous penis headbands two of the them wore.
Then Cassie in her short white dress with a ridiculously large sash starting “Same Dick Forever.” The micro veil now very askew on her head. 
“…and three waters please.” You smiled at the bartender. You were doing your best to be the mom friend by drinking less but you knew there was no way to get the group back to their respective apartments if you had to drag them.
Another surge of that intoxicating scent rose up from beneath him, this time a little stronger. It had Billy, craning his neck this way and that searching for its source. 
Outlined in his enhanced periphery he could see another two or so vamps sniffing into the air as well. Red eyes threading through the crowd greedily. 
I don’t think so.
This catch was his. If only he could find them.
“Awwww is this for me?!” Izzy slurred taking the water from your hand. You watched half of it spill onto the dance floor as she regained her balance from holding the cup.
“Yes. Waters all around! Drink up!” Passing the other cups out to your friends and watching them sip something non-alcoholic. 
You couldn’t help but giggle, smacking a palm to your forehead as Cassie took a long swig then made a face, realizing it was actually just water. 
“What gives?!” 
“It’s 3 am, and I promised your fiancé I’d have you home. In one piece.” You emphasized the last part, knowing that would get Cassie to relent. 
“Ughhhhh fine.” But she was smiling, her eyes still significantly glazed. 
“Alright, bathroom break then one more dance until our Uber is here.” You corralled them off to the side as you whipped out your phone, scanning the latest price increase from Uber and Lyft.
It was more than you wanted to pay but you needed to go home, and there were so many people leaving the clubs right now. 
After hitting confirm you could feel it. A cold pin prick crawling up your spine. A quick glance around and you realized no one was touching you, but it felt like it.
All you could see were groups of people dancing as magenta light poured over the establishment in waves. No one. 
Izzy said something to Meg and Cassie chuckled but it was all muffled to you. A loud pounding in your ears, your heart rate kicking up a notch. 
What the-?
Then you looked up to the balcony where the vip booths and other dancing patrons occupied. A man was staring down at you.
Black eyes and raven hair. Pale skin that absorbed whatever new flash of color the strobe lights were sending out. He didn’t blink as you continued to stare at him.
He was handsome. Not the usual handsome you liked, but a cold almost threatening kind. Jaw set on edge and slicked back hair, almost too uniform to be in a club.
The discomfort in your chest growing with each second neither of you looked away. You swallowed thickly, pushing your sweat drenched hair aside, praying a cool wind from one of the fans would wipe away the cold sweat gathering on your skin.
His nostrils flared and you stumbled backwards, knocking into Izzy and the rest of her untouched water toppled to the floor.
“Hey! What gives?” 
“We need to leave now.” 
“Why?” Cassie asked, sobering slightly at the hint of panic in your voice.
“There’s a man up there watching us.” You turned to point but he was gone. You brows drew together. “What the fuck?”
“Oooooookay. How many shots did you do while getting us waters?” Cassie giggled, nudging you with her shoulder.
“None I swear, I just-“ a small beep from your phone rang out, “driver is now arriving. Ok guys, we gotta get out of here.”
It was no small task getting the rest of the bachelorette party out, more like herding cats, but you did it as quickly as possible sparing a few extra glances over your shoulder in the process. 
Billy had pushed away from the railing and was descending the curved stairs down to the first floor. The second he’d spied the girl below he knew it had been her he’d smelled.
Was he planning to kill her? Suck the blood from her body like he originally intended? Why did he feel like that was no longer an option?
Her wide eyes had pinned him to the spot, and an arousal grew within him, the feeling he got when a hot meal was within reach and something else. Something that brought him pause.
The other vamps hadn’t located the exact scent yet so he needed to move before they noticed him gone. There was something delectable about whatever blood ran through that girls veins.
Untainted, pure. Not pure in the traditional sense of white dresses and sacrifices to volcanos, but something deeper. Bloodlines dating back centuries could give off smells unlike anything else.
Reaching out Billy could practically hear her thrumming pulse calling to him through the darkened club. He licked his lips imagining sinking his fangs into that soft skin, her scent overwhelming him.
Drinking deep, that lifeblood coating his tongue. There were so many vital arteries he could choose from. He ached to bite into her thigh, tasting the sweat on her skin in the process.
A roiling in his stomach set him on edge, only this time it wasn’t from hunger.
Some bouncer pushed past him, shouldering Billy to the side and for the first time since he was turned, Billy stumbled. 
Catching the wall only at the last moment. Placing a steadying hand on the bricks to his side, leaning against the cool stone.
A hand shot to his forehead as he felt a shooting pain streak across his vision.
What in hells name?
The Uber pulled up as best it could to the crowded sidewalk. A Prius, way smaller than the picture had looked on the screen of your phone. 
Izzy tripped on the curb sliding into the backseat followed closely by a hiccuping Meg. Cassie grabbed the passenger’s side door before stopping.
“Wait, there’s not enough room.” She squinted into the vehicle. You licked your lips, begging your brain to think of another plan. 
“Sorry ladies, my cup holder doesn’t go up in the back. Damn things stuck, supposed to get it looked at next week.”
The man gestured to  the back seat where sure enough the cup holder had dropped into where a middle seat should be.
“We can wait for another one.” Cassie suggested, hand beginning to loosen on the door handle. 
It was late and if you waited any longer it’d be $300 for any type of transport and be over an hour wait.
“You guys go. I’ll get the next one.” You didn’t want to, but you were the only one sober enough to use the app and the streets were busy enough while you waited for your ride.
“Are you sure?” She looked hesitant, Izzy was already passed out asleep in the backseat. 
“Yes, go. Tell Dan he’s welcome.” You tried to smile reassuringly but it felt forced.
Cassie noted the struggle in your voice but before she could push back, you opened the door and gently nudged her inside. 
“Text me when you get home!” She shouted through the lowered window as the car pulled away.
Shit.
Your fingers felt stiff as you tried desperately to find another rideshare, hell you’d pay through the nose for a cab at this point.
Then you felt it again. That icy sensation tingling along your spine and up your neck.
Whirling around all you could see was throngs of people rushing past into cabs, or onto the next bar that was open. 
A swirling mass of coats, hats, vibrant clothes in the hustle and bustle and then a flash of white. A pale face. A familiar face.
The man who’d been looking down at you from the club. People moved in and out, obscuring your vision of him but there he stood. 
You willed your feet to move, but your body betrayed you in every sense of the word. Run. Move. Anything. 
He was moving towards you now, each movement fluid and calculated. Why hadn’t you just shoved yourself into that damn car with your friends?
What had possessed you to just…not get in?
Somehow the neurons in your body started firing again and you were able to turn tail and run. Bolting as fast as you could down the sidewalk. Weaving in and out of groups of people.
Where the hell were you going? It didn’t matter, you just needed to move. To get out of there as fast as possible. Your sneakers splashing through a puddle as you rounded a corner. 
A small convenience stores lights called to you from just a little ways away. You could get in there and call for help. Call the police. 
Your arm began reaching out even before you could realistically grab the door handle. Fingers stretching, so close!
Then a hand shot out, grasping your wrist and tugging you into the dark alley to the side. You tripped over your own feet, tumbling to the ground, skirt catching on the rusted edge of a dumpster.
The vice remained on  your arm, but now laughter accompanied it.
“Well aren’t you a sweet little thing?” A large hulking man hovered over you, bald, with a stained shirt, beady eyes that seemed to glint red in the moonlight. He smelled sour, a thumping in your chest increased.
As if he could hear the uptick in your heart rate he chuckled to himself. Sniffing the air, bear paw of a hand holding you tightly.
“You smell delicious.” You shuddered understanding the implications, tugging your wrist even though it was futile. 
“Let me go!” You screamed even though you were sure no one could hear you. 
“Not a chance precious.” He grinned, an evil look danced across his face, mouth parting and then you could see two glimmering white fangs. Elongating before your very eyes.
Then you knew this was it. It was over. You wouldn’t get to see Cassie get married, see Izzy get her graduate degree, you’d never buy your own house or settle down yourself.
Your eyes squeezed shut waiting for the end. But then you heard a shout and suddenly your wrist was freed and the man before you was rolling across the pavement. 
His own attacker on top of him, the sounds of a scuffle and tearing flesh.
You crawled off to the side, your fingers felt numb against the cold pavement. You could hear the brawl happening to the side of you but you tried to ignore it.
Instead attempting to lift your body up, willing your knees to stop shaking so you could stand. So you could run.
A shout rang out, bouncing off the enclosed space and the bald man stumbled back a few paces. A huge hand grasping the side of his neck where blood was shooting out in spurts.
That ice water chill shot through your veins once more, the dark haired man stood back facing you, panting. His shoulders rising and falling underneath his stained hoodie.
The other man, no- vampire, pulled back eyes darting to yours.
Narrowed as if second thinking his retreat but the snarl that came from your protector-reassured the idea that leaving was the best idea.
The words froze in your mouth, was thank you enough? Could you even form a coherent thought right now? Heart still racing.
The dark haired man looked back at you and the shudder that ran through your body nearly knocked you back to the ground.
Blood soaked the front of his sweatshirt and smeared along his mouth. A mouth that held two sharp canines, equally covered in red.
His eyes looked wild, scratches marred his clothing from the fight. A lump in your throat tightened watching the drop of blood drip from his mouth into a puddle at his feet.
You felt along the wall to your side, desperate to stabilize yourself and begin running again.
You weren't sure how, maybe he could read thoughts, you'd never met a vampire before. But he was on you in less than a blink.
His hands gripped your biceps, pushing your back into the wall behind you. His eyes were so black you couldn’t see the pupil, but when the light caught on them from a passing cars headlights you swore they were red.
Your body was frozen to the spot, limp in his grasp.
“Why do you smell so goddamn good?” He pressed his face into the crook of your neck, snarling against the heated skin. 
His scruff scraping against you, his tongue darting out to lick a long stripe up the column of your throat.
The noise that escaped your mouth must have pleased him, because you could feel him muffle a sound of amusement against you.
Billy had been a vampire for so long now, years of practice controlling his hunger and urges but this girl seemed to unravel all that. 
If he’d been newly turned he would’ve torn into her throat without a second thought. Allowing the hot blood to flow unencumbered into his mouth. 
It took almost all his control to not just bite and drink all that he could. Pulling back, his once slicked back hair now falling into his face. 
Framing his pale skin and dark blood red eyes, fangs protruding as he huffed a laugh at her expression. He must’ve been quite a sight. Torn from the pages of horror comics.
Her heart was thundering in her chest, those gorgeous eyes wide and beautiful full lips parted in fear but, hell, what would they look like parted in ecstasy?
Billy could feel his pants becoming tighter just at the thought. No. He needed a taste. Something to whet his appetite, nothing lethal. 
His thumbs rubbed at the exposed skin on her arms where he held her firmly in place. 
“Please let me go.” She stammered, it was soft, pleading. It tugged at a long forgotten part of him that remained from his time as a human.
It almost worked.
���No I can’t do that. Not yet.” 
Leaning in Billy kissed the side of your neck. Sucking a long slow spot where your shoulder met in a delicate crease. Another delicately placed kiss to the clavicle, working his way up to nip at your ear.
Your treasonous body relaxed into his grasp, turning to soft putty under those strong hands that still held you in place. 
His eyes fell shut, smothering a groan against your skin as he could smell your own arousal dampening between your legs.
Why was this girl making things so much harder for him?
Some vampires chased their prey, claiming the fear and adrenaline pumping through their victims bodies was the closest they could get to a high they had experienced as humans.
Billy disagreed. Pleasure tasted so much sweeter than fear. That metallic tang was pleasant when you were a newbie. A fresh kill that had you feeling dangerous and all powerful.
But desire? Lust? There was no comparison. It trumped all other emotions flooding the system when he fed. It made him feel truly alive and lulled his generous donors into a blissful relaxed state.
In a swift movement, he had your hands pinned overhead. Holding them tight against the brick wall. He was so close to you now, his breath scattered the few stray strands of hair that had fallen over your shoulder.
A strong muscled leg inched between your own, spreading them apart millimeter by millimeter. You bit your bottom lip so hard it drew blood. 
Dark eyes immediately darted to your face, sniffing the air once. All while keeping both your hands pinned with his inhuman strength, the other hand drifting to capture your chin.
Holding it in place before sucking your bottom lip into his mouth. You cursed yourself as shockwaves of pleasure soared through your bloodstream. Both of you moaning at the sudden sensations.
“Are you going to kill me?”
The man before you pulled back at that. Eyes that had been fixed on your lips now lazily drifting over the rest of your face before making contact with your own. 
His thumb grazed your lip that was now swollen from where he’d sucked the rivulet of blood free. 
“No.” He paused, as if to say something else but then thought better of it. At that you felt your body relax, sinking against his raised leg. 
His knee rose further up, pressing into you firmly enough you gasped at the contact. He bounced it higher, your sneakers scraping desperate for purchase onto the ground, but they no longer made contact . 
“That doesn’t mean I’m not going to have some fun with you.” 
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anastasianeedstoread · 10 months
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▬❝ wash away our sins. ❞
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kinktober; day 3, shower sex ⟶ [billy russo x fem!reader] // kinktober taglist
warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, explicit content obvi, swearing, p in v sex, cum, idk kinda sweet for a billy fic lmao
day 2, thigh riding, ft. matt murdock - kinktober masterlist - day 4, daddy kink, ft. soldier boy
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He was softer like this. Hair stuck to his forehead in imperfect strips, eyes shut tight, jaw clenching and un-clenching as he groaned and grunted un-caringly. With a hand gripping the underneath of each of your thighs, Billy held you firmly up, legs parted, as he fucked into you leisurely. There was no urgency in his movements, no need to hurry, or desperation that hinted at the fear of losing you if he didn't take anything from you as fast as possible. Your back was pressed into the cool tile of your shower and the water ran down Billy's back, hitting him from the side. 
One hand holding onto the showerhead's stand for support, the other digging into Billy's shoulder, you let your head fall back against the wall. He kissed your jaw and bent his head to suck water off your clavicle. He drew his hips back lazily before slamming them back into yours, creating that delicious drag of his thick, hard length in your cunt. The repeated motion gradually bringing you to your end.
"Oh, Billy," you moaned, eyes rolling back into your head as he hit that particularly welcome spot inside of you. God, he was so fucking deep.
Letting go of the showerhead, you reached up into his hair and pulled - without any real force. His head fell back and he hissed. That gave you a new opportunity to kiss and suck and bite at his neck which you did eagerly. You felt his hips stutter and smiled into his neck blissfully. 
Hoisting you up the wall a bit further, Billy removed one of his hands from your thigh and reached between the two of you to slide down to your clit. You gasped at the contact and felt yourself clench down on his dick in response.
"Fuck, baby." He sounded so gone it was going straight to your pussy. "You feel so good."
"Jesus, Billy," you groaned as his long thumb applied the perfect amount of pressure to your clit, rubbing quick, expert circles against you.
"Cum, baby, cum on my dick." 
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," you choked out as you came. It wasn't a huge burst of fireworks or a cataclysmic event inside you, instead it felt like giving into a moving body of water that made your toes curl and you bite into your bottom lip with a moan.
A couple of sloppy thrust later, Billy pulled out completely and shot his load onto your bare stomach. The sinful growl he let out made your pussy ache for him again.
Slowly, he lowered you to your feet, careful to keep you upright as your knees threatened to give way. He reached up to grab the showerhead and detached it from its stand. Bringing it down your body, he washed his cum off your skin, moving it around to clean you off completely. You squirmed as the streams of water hit your sensitive skin. 
Once he's returned the showerhead to it's spot, you ran your hands across his chest and up his neck. He began to draw circles onto the backs of your thighs, where you'd undoubtedly have fingertip shaped bruises later.
"Can I wash your hair?" you asked softly, fingers scratching his hair.
"Anytime, baby."
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Drunk On Rose Water
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Read here on AO3 Pairing: Cult Leader!Billy x AFAB!Reader
Summary: You are called to Billy's quarters for a reason he will not reveal to you on paper...
Warnings: (The dove is dead y'all) Smut, Dark!Billy, Scarred!Billy, Billy has a god complex, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, cockwarming, Heavy power imbalance, use of a blindfold, dub con/non con, the word mother is used in relation to reader, implied forced pregnancy,
Wordcount: 3271
A/N: this is based on one of this moodboard by the amazing @marvelmusing whom has seemed to have made it her mission to torment me with every chance she gets... A/N: The deity depicted here is one I came up with myself so if they have any similarities or overlap with gods that are currently worshipped, these are purely coincidental A/N: Baby's first dark fic! I cannot tell y'all how nervous I am for this one but I hope y'all like it! A/N: This took me nearly four months to write but hot damn am I glad it is done.
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The camp was dark around you as branches and dead leaves broke and cracked under your shoes, the cold biting at the exposed skin of your face and neck as you made your way to the largest residence in the camp. You still didn't understand why he wanted to see you this late, the words on note you'd gotten earlier that day still no clearer to you.
You'd burned the piece of paper as soon as the message had been solidly lodged into your mind, as was custom in the community you had been part of for a little over two years now and you knew better than to question his motives, knowing that the few who had had been severely punished for it. Though no one had exactly told you how. Some had said they'd been misfigured, forced to become part of the masked guard that always surveiled the perimiter of your home. Others had said they'd been murdered, or simply cast out and forbidden to ever return.
You shuddered at the thought of ever commiting such blasphemy and with a shake of your head you tried to get rid of the repulsive thought. You had been loyal to the cause your small community fought for and your god; Denadréa whom had manifested themself in the man they called Billy Russo, who was the leader of the small settlement.
The knocking of your knuckles on the faux wooden door made your heart jump into your throat as the sound rolled over the quiet camp. Knocking another two times, you turned your back to the door, as you had been instructed to do. Behind you you could hear Billy coming to the door, his heavy footfall nearly deafining in the silence of the night and the sound of the opening lock made your stomach twist.
"Good of you to come," his voice sounded behind you as you strained not to jump at how close he was. "Close your eyes."
"Yes sir," was all you said as you followed his command. Whatever he had called you here for, you figured it was important as you could feel the soft fabric of a blindfold cover your face, the final knot ending on the bridge of your nose.
Billy didn't have to ask you to follow him as he took your hand to lead you into his space and you guessed by the sound of your feet on the floor that it was made of wood, unlike most of the residences, which had laminated or parquet floors, and led you through a few doors before he stood still.
"Do you trust our god, little dove?" As he spoke, he moved around you, closing the last door behind you.
"I do."
"Good. Because he has decided to reward you for your loyalty. For your effort and your care. And I must say, I agree with him."
You felt a spark of pride bloom in your chest as he praised you, happy that your god had noticed your efforts and appreciated them.
"Will you accept his blessing, little dove?" His words ghosted over your lips from how close he was to you and you simply nodded, but it wasn't good enough for him.
"Words, little dove, I need words. Do you accept the blessing of your god?" His voice had dropped, and you guessed that Denadréa had taken control of his body as his hands wandered over your torso as he spoke, lighting a fire into the pit of your stomach.
"Yes," you said with a deep breath, "yes I will accept his blessing."
You could feel his rough hands on your shoulders as he moved you around, pushing you back until you lost your balance, landing on a bed, feeling Billy's weight on top of you almost instantly, his erection poking into your hip and the feeling of it made you panic.
This was not what you imagined when he said that you would recieve a blessing.
He kissed you deeply, and you were helpless to do anything but kiss him back as he pinned your wrists beside your head. The panic that had risen in your mind spread quickly in the back of your mind.
Leaving your hands be, he drifted down to your chest where his deft fingers made quick work of your blouse as he opened the buttons one by one, removing it from your shoulders as his lips went from yours to your jaw, down to your neck. One of his hands was quick to palm your breast as the other made its way down to undo your pants.
You wanted to question what he was doing, what he was going to do as his hand made its way into your jeans, but you knew that if you did, you would be punished. How, you did not know, but you weren't eager to find out either, so you let him continue what he was doing as he tried to pull your pants down with little result.
"Pull your pants down for me would you, little dove?" His voice is still as low as a few moments ago as his hands and mouth continued to work your body.
Part of you didn't want to comply with his request, wanted to shove him off of you and get out of this. The other part of you still curious to find out what exactly he was playing at, so you hesitantly did as he asked.
"Nervous?" There was a teasing tone to his voice, but you couldn't find it in yourself to appreciate it as you were hyper aware of where exactly his hands were on your body. Of his weight pressing down on you, preventing you from being able to easily get away from him and of the fact that his face was barely an inch from yours as his breath fanned over your face.
"Yeah."
"Your efforts have been noticed little dove, you have nothing to be afraid of. Now let your god give you his blessing to show his appreciation," he said, the same low tone slowly clearing out the panic in your head.
And it didn't go unnoticed by him. "Does my voice calm you little dove? Stop every racing thought in that pretty head of yours?"
You didn't know if he was taunting you or simply trying to stroke his own ego as he traced your jaw with an almost loving touch. It confused you. About as much as it confused you how he thought of whatever he was doing to you as a blessing and you struggled to get any words out of your mouth. Perhaps he did indeed stop every thought in your head.
"I asked you a question little dove. Does my voice calm you?" There was a beat of silence before he placed a featherlight kiss just behind your ear, the silence feeling more like a danger to you than a comfort.
"Yes," you breathed, not quite knowing what exactly to make of the situation. Should you be doing this? Should you even want to being doing this? You didn't know as he put another kiss to your lips, one of his knees nudging your legs apart so he could nestle himself between them.
The sensation of his hands on your back as he presses you against his chest to move you higher up the bed made the heat in your cheeks rise as something burns in your stomach. You couldn't tell if it was the panic and uneasyness of the situation or if it was arousing you that he could lift you like you weighed practically nothing while you kept your hands where he put them as they slid over the cotton covers.
"There is no need to be nervous. Relax, little dove," he said as he put you back down, his hands sliding under your ass to palm them before moving on, his fingers reaching around your legs as they moved downwards to your knees, "All I want is to show you how much I appreciate what you have done for us. For me," he adds as he moves one of his hands under the band of your panties, tracing circles over your mound and pelvic bone.
Between your racing thoughts, you'd lost track of who was speaking to you. Was it Denadréa? Or Billy? You hoped it was still the first, the effect his voice had on you still overwhelming as you tried to keep your head on straight.
Thinking became harder when a jolt of pleasure suddenly coursed through your body as he swiped at you clit, your legs instinctively falling further open at the action while he kissed his way down your jaw, to your chest and abdomen until he was face to face with clothed core, his fingers lazily stimulating you until he was low enough to be able to reach you with his mouth.
The sensation of his lips on your pussy made you whine, though you tried to hide it. Muffling the sound by biting into the back of your hand as you could feel him start to work over your folds and as he progressed, you found it harder and harder to hold back the sounds that were constantly threatening to spill from your lips until he suddenly stopped, kissing the inside of your thigh before he says: "Sing for me little dove, I want to know what kinds of pretty sounds I can pull out of you while I give you your blessing."
At his words you stop biting the skin of your hand. Deep, red indents of your teeth visible from the force you used to try and keep yourself quiet as you put it back next to your head. A pleased hum left his throat, the vibration of his chest making your legs give off a funny feeling and before you knew it, he had his mouth back on you and soon enough you couldn't hold back a whimper when his tongue swept over your clit in a particularly mean angle, only for him to immediately repeat the motion, drawing an even louder whimper from you which only seemed to spur him on when he started to suck on you through your panties, while you could hear the lewd sound of your soaked folds behind the cloth, making you only wetter in the process.
Pleasure buzzed through your whole body by the time he finally pulled your panties down your legs, shoving them past your ankles along with your pants and throwing them somewhere into the room. You wanted to ask if you could touch him, feel him under the tips of your fingers as you mapped out his body, hoping to get a clearer image of him.
But you refrained, he didn't tell you that you could. This was a blessing after all and touching him might break the spell of pleasure he'd put on you. You whine when he suddenly sucked hard on your clit, making you buck your hips and you could feel him chuckle as he licked and sucked at you, making your back arch while you threw your head back into the mattress.
It is only when you moan the name of your god that he stops what he's doing. You let out a whimper of frustration at the sudden loss of stimulation that had began to build your orgasm which was now quickly fading away as your mind tried to figure out what you'd done wrong for him to stop. Even though the gentle way he caressed your abdomen told you otherwise.
"Say that again, little dove?" His voice was quiet, almost as if he was revering you while he placed a kiss where one of your legs connected to your body and like clockwork, his name fell from your lips again.
"seven hundred years on this earth and my name from your lips is the prettiest thing I've ever heard."
You smiled shyly at his praise, sucking your bottom lip between your teeth and you gave him a quiet 'thank you'. He hummed approvingly, placing a kiss on the inside of your thigh before delving back into eating you out with renewed vigor, your lost orgasm quickly building back up, moans of the name of your god falling from your lips like a prayer.
Soon enough you came undone on his tongue. Any rational thought you had until then instantly left your head as pleasure took over your body.
"Beautiful," he murmured as he slowly worked you through your orgasm, lapping up whatever you were willing to give him without overstimulating you too much before shedding his own pants and crawling back over you and you wanted to sink into the matress when your thoughts returned to you.
He'd made you come undone on his tongue and you didn't even know what he looked like. You could hear your mother berating you already as you tried to hide from the man on top of you, holding your arms over your chest and closing your legs as shame burned inside of you.
"Don't hide from me little dove. Your god wants to see you." The sound of his voice relaxed you, but it was not enough to calm you down as your thoughts started to race again.
He kissed you as he pinned one of your legs to keep them open for him, his rough hands gliding over your arms to your wrist and almost gently took a hold of your hands.
"Why don't you keep them on me, hmmm? No need to hide yourself from me." The feeling of his skin under your fingertips was electrifying, while you hesitantly moved your fingers over his chest and you were rewarded with a kiss to your neck, his teeth grazing your skin before he sucked a hickey into it.
You got lost in the sensation of him and you hoped you could memorise every bump and dip in his skin before this would be over. Your nails turned into his skin when he rocked his hips against yours, a whimper slipping past your lips as you felt his buldge against your pussy, stimulating your still sensitive clit.
You breathed his name in a plea for more, rocking your hips into his as your nails raked over the expanse of his chest, no doubt leaving red streaks in their wake. You were rewarded with a kiss and another roll of his hips against yours. You couldn't speak with his lips glued to yours but you made it very clear as to what you wanted as you pulled him closer to you and and bucked your hips into his. The moan caused by the new friction was swallowed by Billy as he deepend the kiss even further before pulling away.
"You want my cock, little dove?" he chuckled as his face was hardly an inch away from yours, "want your god to fill you up? Fuck you until you only know how to say my name?"
"Yes. yes Denadréa, please fuck me. Please-" you begged easily, not caring how stupid you probably looked. Blindfolded and naked in a stranger's bed, begging him to fuck you properly.
He didn't wait for you to finish your sentence as he kissed you roughly while he pulled down his pants, the tip of his cock brushing against your thigh as it came free.
The feeling of him dragging himself through your folds to make sure he was properly wet made you whine and buck your hips again, showing him how desperately you wanted him.
"Patience little dove," he purred, "I won't keep from you what you deserve."
Your mouth fell open into a silent cry as he pushed into you as you threw your head back into the mattress. The blindfold around your head making you much more aware of whatever else was happening to your body, making you acutely aware of the feeling of his hands palming your ass as he slowly pushed further into you. Tears were pricking at the corner of your eyes as he filled you up, wetting the cloth on your face as you had trouble adjusting to him with little to no preparation.
Your breaths were short as you tried to adjust to him, every inch making you feel like you're far too full and it wasn't long before the blindfold was soaked with your tears as you were writhing to make him somehow fit.
"Easy, easy," he said as his hands ran over your abdomen to your hips, keeping you from moving around. "I know it's not easy, fitting the cock of a god inside of you. But you can make it fit, can't you?"
You could feel his nose against the collumn of your neck as he spoke, ending with a kiss that dissolved into sucking a deep, red mark into your skin.
"I'll help you. Just stay still for me, hmmm?"
You nodded, trying your best to follow his orders as he pushed deeper still, but it seemed impossible with how full you were and how much more he seemed to be able to fit into to you as he kept you from moving too much while you whined and gasped at each inch.
After what seemed like ages he finally bottomed out, his ragged breath fanning over your face before kissing you roughly. Beside you you could hear things moving around in a bedside drawer before he pulled something out of it.
You didn't get to know what it was immediately as he flipped the both of you so you were now sitting on his cock, gravity pushing you even further down on him.
You did not realise you'd started to move until his hand flicked against your ass, the sting of it unable to dissolve into pleasure as he kept his hand ready to strike you again.
"I didn't tell you to move, did I?"
"Sorry... I- ah-" you gasped as you tried to keep yourself still, fighting the urge to relive the burning stretch you were feeling. "I feel... so... feel so full..."
"Not used to being filled up by a god, huh little dove? All those mortals were never able to give you what you truly need," he cooed as his hand trailed from between your breast down to your pubic bone. One of his long fingers easily finding your clit, tapping it a few times, enjoying your struggle to keep still like he asked.
"N-n-no... No they- they couldn't."
"Of course not, but that is not their fault," he spoke into your skin as he pressed a line of open mouth kisses to your collarbone. "They're just simple mortals who do not know what it takes to please you."
You couldn't find it in yourself to disagree with him, even if it was not exactly true what he said. Plenty of men had satisfied you in the past, yet none of them could reach the level of the man that was splitting you open on his cock right now and bragging about it like he'd known all along.
Beside you there was the click of a button, followed by a faint buzzing sound and for a second you wondered what exactly it was when you felt it pressed firmly against your clit. The sudden stimulation made you jolt and it was impossible to not push into the vibrator as waves of pleasure rolled through you.
"Now," Billy said darkly as you slowly grinded against the toy between your bodies, "let's give you your blessing and make you a mother."
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fluffyprettykitty · 2 years
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If you’re still taking requests, can I please ask for you to write the prompt “breakfast in bed” with Billy Russo? (I just really love your writing, and I’m craving some Billy fluff… and if it turns into smut… well that’s more than okay too 😏♥️🙏🏻). Thank you!! 💞
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Pairing: Billy Russo x female reader (no other specifications)
Word Count: 900 words
Outline: Billy has a unique way of waking you up.
Warnings: pet names (princess, baby), spooning, dry humping, vaginal penetrative sex, finger fucking, not beta read.
Author’s Note: Thank you so much for your kind words and this request, I kept it smutty and fluffy and I hope you'll like it and enjoy it!
P.S: dividers by @firefly-graphics ​//​ banners by @maysdigitalarts
Main Masterlist ・❥・Billy Russo Masterlist
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NSFW UNDER THE CUT. MINORS DNI.
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"Morning..." 
Billy's sleepy voice murmurs against your ear, his hands are wrapped around your body holding you close all night. His voice was lower than his usual baritone and even heavier than usual considering how early it still is. You only hum in response still deep into your sleeping state. Billy kisses the back of your head softly squeezing you closer and your dreamy state stays intact. 
"Hmm... Wonder what will wake you up..." He wonders looking at your smiling expression in your sleep, his hands now begin to roam your body trying to get a reaction from you but all you do is mumble and toss around. Billy gets a naughty idea inside his head but he chooses against seeing as how much he had worn out your body the previous night. 
"Alright, fine fine. " He presses his chin on top of your head and shuts his eyes again. A little extra sleep never hurt anybody. About two hours later the morning now midday light was strong against the half-opened curtains making you slowly wake up to the very warm and very tight embrace of your lover. You try to reach with your hands to the bedside table to locate your phone and find out what time it was but your boyfriend's grip was too tight. 
"Billy..." You tap his hands around your belly and wiggle your body to wake him up. "Wake up sleepyhead!" 
His only response is only to rock you a little and press his head on you better. "Billy, I'm hungry.." you whine a little, hoping the primal need for breakfast would wake him up. 
"Hmmm" he murmurs and that's when you start realizing why he keeps rocking you. You chuckle at the thought and begin to move your body against his, feeling his hard-on against your clothed ass. 
The truth is Billy preferred sleeping naked but you were the type to get cold during the night so you were all dressed in pajamas. Billy continues moving his hips and you allow him better access by positioning yourself better. 
"I'm hungry too," Billy whispers against your ear and one hand sneaks under your sweatpants. He got alarmed pretty quickly, waiting patiently for the moment he could have your body once again. With a quick movement, he pushes down your pants to get a bit of better access never breaking his tight grip. 
"Let me have your body for breakfast, princess". You whimper at his words and the way his palm worked on your pussy now, making you wet. 
"Yes, please! Have me." You whine out and in the next second Billy lines up his cock to your entrance, pushing inside the tip not giving you a lot of time to adjust. Your mouth breaks into a moan as Billy slowly begins to rut against you. He was always quick and efficient, he hated edging you, he liked you cumming again and again until you could pass out from too much pleasure. You let yourself pliant to his touch, allowing him to rut against your body as long as he needed. His moans match yours as he tells you how tight and warm you feel for him. 
“So wet for me already, baby, were you dreaming about me?” His voice is hoarse against your ear as his thrusts become deeper but always sensual. 
“Y-yes.” You whimper loving how full his cock made you feel. Honestly, you couldn’t remember what you saw in your sleep because all you knew was going for sleeping with Billy still panting above you to Billy’s cock once again inside you. He places a finger over your clit rubbing it harshly. 
“I can’t get enough of you, princess. I gotta have your pussy all the time. I am so hungry for you, fuck.” He groans as the room is filled with the sounds of his cock slapping against your ass cheeks. This is how you wished you could wake up every day, the sheer pleasure and neediness one could feel in the early hours when the brain was still hazy and fuzzy. 
“Please, Billy, please.” You whimper placing your hand over his trying to make him press his harder. 
“Please what, darling? Use your words.”
“Please let me cum, fuck I’m so close.”
“Without me?” He chuckles and without allowing you time to reply he expertly flicks your clit in a way he knows will make you finish instantly. Moaning out his name your orgasm hits you, soaking his finger in your juices and with that you can feel him spill his seed inside you, warming you up and making you full. Once again. 
“Fuck, princess, always taking me so well. Look at you. Nice and loaded.” You are still panting heavily trying to hold on to him while he is kissing your forehead softly. 
“Now…for breakfast. I’m thinking pussy and then some ass.” He chuckles and you can’t help but feel your body react to his words. 
“Oh Billy, I’m hungry.” You whine and try to move away from his tight grip. 
“And I’m hungry too, princess. Someone’s gotta feed me.”
You roll your eyes and sigh. “Fine. But you’re taking me out for breakfast.” 
“Sure if you can walk later.”
“Billy!” 
But before you knew it, his face was buried deep between your legs eating you out.
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ramadiiiisme · 1 year
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Study break (Billy/You)
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A/N: An old gift for one of my darlings who was hard at studying, found it again and figured I should upload it.
"Why did I decide to study again?" You groan as Billy's deft fingers locate a knot in your shoulder, pushing hard enough to make you let out a hiss of pain.
"Because you wanted to further your education and pursue a career in academia." He chuckles, easing up a bit as you relax against him.
"In other words I'm an idiot." You sigh dramatically, the hands gently squeezing your shoulders making you feel a little less weary from your exam prep.
"You gotta learn to use big words if you wanna be successful, just look at me."
"Yeah, I'm sure dripping sex appeal hasn't hurt your career any." You chuckle, heat rising to your face as Billy's long arms wrap around your front.
"Not sure that matters too much in my field."
"Never say never, I know a lot of girls who've dreamed of having a tall, dark and sexy bodyguard by their side."
Billy's fingers are playing with the neckline of your shirt and you know what he's doing but to be honest you've been needing a break for a while.
"And are you one of them, sweetheart?" He whispers in your ear, stubble scratching your skin in a way that has you wiggle against him.
"Nah, I much prefer the bad boy to the hero. Vanilla bores me."
"Is that so?" Billy breathes against the shell of your ear, one of his hands caressing its way down your body. "And are you looking for excitement?"
"Wherever I can get it, Lieutenant."  
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russobaby · 1 year
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too close for comfort
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Billy Russo x Female OC
Warnings: Angst, Mentions of death
A/N: Just a little teeny tiny something I wrote up when I was feeling mopey. 303 Words. 
It was raining in New York. She watched the water droplets stutter their descent down the hospital window. Was this weather a cruel joke from the universe or an act of solidarity as if to say I am relating to you in the best way I can. The sunken feeling had evolved into numbness and the still energy in the room matched everything she was feeling inside. 
A steady beep to the beat of Billy’s heart being the only thing to ground her to the current reality. The doctor's words replayed in her head and the word “coma” ran on an endless loop. Looking down at the silver band around her finger she thinks back to six months ago. 
-
A different pit settled in her stomach then, concerned over what might make its way up from her stomach and ruin her gorgeous white gown. Billy, being so in tune to her, finds his way to the corner of the church she was currently hiding in (eyes closed tight obviously) and within seconds the unsettled nerves ease into a wave of warmth washing over her.   
“Breathe with me baby.” He whispers to her.
She takes a deep inhale tightening her hold on him followed by a deep exhale releasing all the tension in her body. They do this a couple more times until she’s calmed down and they simply hold each other. The steady beat of his heart lulls her racing mind. By his side she always felt invincible. 
-
Six months. That’s all the powers-that-be, gave to them. She would do anything to go back to three nights ago. She should’ve tried harder to stop him. 
“He’s not at death’s door yet.” A gruff voice shakes her from her thoughts. 
“Maybe not Frank,” she whispers “But he’s too close for comfort.”
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e-dubbc11 · 2 years
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Why Weren’t You There?
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Pairing: Billy Russo x F! Reader
Warnings: mentions of PTSD, sadness, reader being comforting and supportive, trauma, mentions of broken bones, love confession, dialogue in the beginning is similar to dialogue in S2E4 of the Punisher series.
Word Count: 3.7k-ish
Summary: Billy starts opening up a little about his childhood trauma. Between his time in the Marines and his time at the group home, reader is convinced he has some form of PTSD and he also suffers from nightmares that he never wants to talk about. But as you grow closer, he trusts you enough that he can be more vocal in your relationship.
A/N: This is a very sensitive subject so I did some basic research into PTSD nightmares and I am by no means an expert. I did some reading about how to help someone suffering with them. Also this is MY Billy Russo, in my own little world where he and Frank are still best friends and where he never told Dinah the story of his broken arm.
As always, thank you for reading!  I appreciate it so much and comments are welcome and encouraged. Don’t be shy to tell me your favorite part. 💕💕💕
Billy mentioned his nightmares have been less frequent since the two of you started dating. One of the symptoms of PTSD, was nightmares but he seemed happier and less stressed since your relationship began so he told you they were getting better.
You never pushed him to talk about them if he didn’t want to, talk about the group home, or talk about what he saw while overseas in Iraq and Afghanistan. More than likely, the cause of his post-traumatic stress was more so the group home than the marines.
Not to say the marines didn’t contribute to it in some ways, he is a combat veteran after all and has seen and experienced a LOT, but it was the story he told you about his rotator cuff being ripped in three places by a man that used to visit the group home that really broke your heart and it was enough to give anyone issues. Billy never wanted to talk about Arthur, although you had an idea of why he didn’t.
But again, you never pushed him, his best friend Frank had mentioned that Billy doesn’t talk about his childhood with a lot of people, actually he’s never really told anyone about that incident except for Frank. Billy must really care about you for him to open up like that.
“Billy, you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to. You know that right? I just want you to know that you can talk to me, if you ever want to.”
He smiled a little half smile. “No, I—I know I don’t have to but I want to because I—I trust you.”
So you listened, never uttering a single word, just held his hand and just let him talk about whatever he wanted. You could tell it was difficult for Billy to talk about growing up in the group home. The way he pressed his lips together and gritted his teeth when he talked about Arthur breaking his arm, and the way he looked away from you like he was ashamed of it. He did smile when he expressed how much he loved playing stick ball in the street, and he thought he’d be a famous baseball player when he grew up.
“I loved baseball ya know? I had this dream that maybe I could have played professionally, I wanted to be the next Joe DiMaggio, but yeah—Arthur took that away from me.”
His story made you angry, it made you cry but you were so proud of him for being a little more open and vocal in the relationship. You never expected him to open up like he has, that he feels comfortable enough to tell you about such a traumatic experience, it made you happy but sad at the same time that he had to go through that.
When your relationship became intimate, he talked a little more about the nightmares which, you thought, stemmed from the PTSD and you didn’t want to stay over his place unless he was comfortable with it.
“Why don’t you ever stay over, y/n? Do you just not want to?”
“Oh, no, no Billy—it’s not that I don’t want to stay over, please don’t think that. I just—“ You paused for a minute. “I just didn’t know if you’d be ok with it, because, well, your nightmares and everything.”
You had done some research on PTSD and nightmares, it mentioned not waking the person, but to calmly try and guide them through it and do it while they’re still sleeping.
Or if they have a time frame during the night when they typically have these nightmares you can wake them up before it starts. The disruption in sleep helps with the bad dreams but you really hated to wake him.
Billy had to sleep very close, he spooned up behind you, rarely loosening his grip on you for the duration of the night, and he mentions that he wants you to wake him up if you have to get out of bed for anything.
“If you have to get out of bed for any reason, I want you to wake me up, I need to know you’re getting up.”
It seemed a little excessive.
“But if you’re sleeping, I really hate to wake you up just to tell you I’m getting a glass of water or using the bathroom.”
Billy was very insistent and you could tell by the look on his face that it was just something he needed from you.
“Baby, promise me you’ll wake me up, please?”
You gently brushed his beard with your fingers.
“Ok, if that’s what you want me to do Billy, then that’s what I’ll do. I promise.”
Of course Billy had a nightmare the very first night you decided to stay over. At first you felt him twitch a little, his hands and feet moved, and he made little noises in his sleep but it wasn’t anything too alarming.
But as the nightmare progressed, the whimpers became a little louder and you were trying to be careful as to not wake him but rather try to soothe him, calm him while he’s still asleep.
“Billy, Billy, sshh, sshh. It’s ok.” You were scared to touch him and all you wanted to do was to take that pain away from him, to make it all go away but sadly that wasn’t up to you and thankfully it didn’t escalate too far and he seemed to settle back to a sound sleep.
You asked about it the next morning, he emphatically said he didn’t want to talk about it, but before you asked again, you remembered you were there to listen, not to try and force him to talk about it and he was grateful that you didn’t.
Anytime you had to get out of bed, you woke him up, even though you hated doing that but it brought him comfort to know where you were and to have you there next to him. There was one time however, you didn’t wake him up and things went horribly wrong.
Billy had a stressful day at work, the towering pile of paperwork was sky high on his desk, and going over applications for new recruits was a long and tedious process. He only wanted the best people for the job, so meticulously going over each application took a lot out of him, he was tired, and a little moody.
You tried to cheer him up by taking him out for dinner and drinks at his favorite bar but he was very quiet, distant, so you thought maybe it would be best if you just went home after dinner and left him alone, maybe he’d feel better in the morning. After paying the check, you tried to just leave and go home but he wanted you to come back to his place with him.
“Billy, you just seem a little stressed, you’re tired, and didn’t say much at dinner. I figured maybe you’d want to be alone tonight.” You said as you put your coat on and swung your purse over your shoulder.
He didn’t want you to go, he took your hand and brushed your knuckles with his long, slender fingers and begged you to come home with him.
“I’m sorry if it seemed like I was somewhere else darling, it’s just a really busy time for me at work.”
He pinched the bridge of his nose and closed his eyes, you could tell he was frustrated with himself.
“Please? I just want to be with you tonight.”
He looked at you with his tired eyes, you didn’t want Billy to be alone so you agreed to stay with him.
When you got back to his apartment, the two of you had a relaxing shower together, and even though he barely had the energy, he lovingly washed every inch of your body. He insisted, it was his way of apologizing and to make sure you weren’t mad at him. Of course you weren’t mad at him, you understood how busy it can get for him at work and tried to tell him that he didn’t have to do that.
“Billy, you really don’t have to—I know you’re tired. Are you trying to make up for being quiet at dinner?”
But Billy didn’t answer you, he just pulled you in close so your chest was flush with his, he bit his bottom lip and started to leave a trail of gentle kisses from your forehead, to your lips, and down your neck then back up to your lips again.
These kisses were bolder, hungrier, his lips felt smooth and firm, his strong hands roaming all over your naked body, tracing all of your curves, tangling his fingers in your wet hair, and you wanted nothing more than to tell him to keep kissing you, that you ached for him to devour every inch of you, but he needed rest. The shadows under his eyes were so prominent on his strikingly handsome face—sleep was calling his name.
“Hey handsome—how about we try and get some sleep, hmmm? You look exhausted, baby.” Billy hated to admit it but he was quite tired “maybe you’re right, love” so you both finished up in the shower and prepared for bed.
He waited patiently for you to climb into bed next to him, affectionately watching as you put one of his t-shirts on to sleep in. Billy loved when you slept in his old Marines t-shirts, they always smelled like your coconut and vanilla shampoo after you were finished wearing them and he couldn’t get enough of that scent.
After getting comfortable in bed, he gingerly peppered kisses on the back of your neck, the bristles of his beard scratched your soft skin as he fell asleep.
Later on that night, you slowly opened your eyes and had the feeling of extreme thirst. It was still very dark out so you assumed it was the middle of the night, Billy was sound asleep next to you and he had actually rolled onto his other side, facing away from you, towards the nightstand.
In the darkness, you could make out the silhouette of his shoulder rising and falling with his quiet steady breathing. You desperately needed some water but you really didn’t want to wake him up, he was sleeping so soundly, so peacefully.
You’d be really quick, just get a glass of water and right back to bed, he’d never know you were gone. While you were in the kitchen, you thought you heard Billy make a noise but by then it was too late. From the bedroom you heard a crash that sounded like the lamp from the nightstand hitting the floor followed by Billy’s panicked voice.
“Y/N! Y/N!! Where are you?!!!”
He stumbled out of the bedroom and crashed into you on your way back towards the bedroom. You were knocked backwards onto the floor and a couple of objects fell off the coffee table when the two of you bumped into it. The look on his face while he was rushing towards you was blind panic, terror, and it scared you. It scared you that he might hurt himself or that he might accidentally hurt you.
“Billy!! Hey, hey! Billy it’s me! Sssshhhh!”
He grabbed you and squeezed you until all of the air left your body and his eyes were wet with tears.
“Where were you?!! I opened my eyes and you weren’t there, where were you y/n, why weren’t you there?!!” He was scared and the sound of his voice was alarming you.
This was everything you did not want to happen.
“Billy, oh my god, I am so so sorry! Sssshhh! Sssshhhh!! I’m right here, love. I’m here! It’s ok, it’s ok. Look at me, I’m here.”
You cupped his face in your hands, it was hard for him to focus on you, maybe because he was still half asleep but slowly he started to calm down.
“Deep breaths with me—come on. Deep breaths, inhale…and exhale. Sssshhh—that’s it, you’re ok.”
There were tiny beads of sweat on his brow and his anxiety started to subside a little. It was at that moment, all you could think about was your broken promise. He asked you for one thing, to wake him up any time you had to get out of bed and you failed to do that for him.
“You’re still here—you didn’t leave.”
A tear fell down your cheek and you gently brushed it away before he could see as you held him in your arms, trying to steady your voice.
“I’m still here, baby—of course I’m still here, I would never leave. I just needed a glass of water.”
To try and comfort him, you raked your fingers through his wild black hair—it was all over the place like spilled ink.
“You were sleeping so soundly, I—I thought I could get up and come back and you’d never know I was gone. I’m sorry Billy, I’m sorry.”
The air in the room felt heavy and thick with the guilt that surrounded you and maybe you could have talked him through the nightmare if you had been there but maybe he would have had the same reaction. Either way, it didn’t change the fact that you broke your promise to him and you were going to have a hard time forgiving yourself for it.
You tried to pull away so you could get Billy some water and clean up a little but his grip made you feel like your whole body was in a vice and he refused to let you go.
“Do you wanna talk about it?”
Immediately, Billy started rattling off things he could remember.
“It—it was completely dark except for a faded yellow light in the distance in front of me. I—I could hear your voice calling out to me for help but I couldn’t see you and it didn’t matter how close I got to the light, I still couldn’t find you.”
The two of you moved from the floor to the couch while he was still explaining his dream.
“A-and then the light started to disappear, I—I could still hear you but your voice was fading too until I was left completely in the dark without even your voice to guide me. I was desperate to find you—I was alone and no matter how far I walked, I couldn’t find you to help you—you were lost to me forever.”
His skin felt a little cooler to the touch, a sign that he was recovering from his nightmare and your pulse was settling also but also you couldn’t help but silently weep while holding onto him.
As you choked back your tears, in a hushed tone you apologized profusely.
“Billy, I’m SO sorry—you’re not alone, I’m right here, you’re not going to lose me. I’m sorry I broke the promise I made to you and I wouldn’t blame you if you told me you wanted me to leave and--.”
It’s like those words instantly brought Billy back to you, he forgot all about his nightmare and with a surprised look on his face said “Leave? Why? No, no love, I would never ask you to leave.”
Now you were mad at the fact that he wasn’t more upset with you.
“I let you down, I should have been there and I wasn’t. You should be furious with me!”
This was supposed to be about you comforting him but the tables have turned and he was now trying to make you feel better.
“Hey, listen to me—this was NOT your fault. It probably would have happened anyway, I had a stressful day and stress makes--.” He stopped to take a deep breath. “Stress makes them, the nightmares…” his voiced hitched “a lot worse.”
Billy sat all the way back against the couch and pulled you into his lap to face him and you had one leg on either side of his hips. Your body language was closed off, arms crossed and you sat back a little on your heels so your bodies had a large space between them, you were looking down and off to the side—feeling ashamed.
“Darlin’, look at me please…please?”
You turned your head and looked up to catch his beautiful dark brown eyes focused on you and slowly unfolded your arms from your chest to rest your hands on his shoulders.
“I know I’ve told you before but I’m going to tell you again that my nightmares have been less frequent and less severe because of you, even when you’re not here.”
You were still upset with yourself though, you don’t break promises to people, especially to people you care so much about.
“I’m supposed to be comforting you, ya know.” You said tearfully.
He wrapped his arms around your waist, pulled you closer to him, and touched his forehead to yours.
“It could have been a lot worse if you weren’t here, beautiful. A lot worse.” He stated as he pulled away slightly to kiss your forehead.
“Billy, can you at least be a little mad at me? Tell me not to do it again? Something?!!”
He just looked at you intently with a smile on his face.
“It’s ok baby, really.”
He was not supposed to be this calm and you gave him a look of frustration.
“Jesus, Billy! Tell me I’m a terrible person for breaking my promise, please just tell me!”
He raised his voice a little.
“You’re not a terrible person—I’m—“
You interrupted him. “Yes, I am! I feel awful!!”
His voice was getting louder as he was trying to talk over you.
”—Well, I’m trying to tell you something! Can I just—?”
You pressed your lips together in a straight line and you were so flustered you weren’t even really listening to him because now YOU were trying to talk over HIM.
“I broke a promise to you Billy, so why are you not telling me to leave right now?!”
Exasperated, he looked up at the ceiling and back down to meet your gaze, then just let it all out. “BECAUSE I’M IN LOVE WITH YOU!!!”
Your heart jumped from your chest into your throat and it felt like there were a million butterflies in your stomach. Your body was shaking even though you weren’t cold—that was the first time Billy had ever said the words out loud.
“What did you just say to me?”
He let out a little chuckle as he said “I said…I love you, y/n. I’ve been wanting to tell you for a while and after what you did for me tonight, I just needed to say it…out loud.”
You wiped the tears from your eyes while you listened to him, still feeling guilty for not being there for him.
“You’ve helped me open up in a way that I never thought I would ever do with anyone—you know I’m not vocal, it’s difficult to say things out loud and you’ve helped me, ya know, be better…about that kind of stuff—I want to thank you for that.”
You were still trying to process what Billy had said to you. He doesn’t express the way he feels through words usually but this time he poured out his feelings like blood from an open wound. He’s never given you any details about his nightmares before tonight.
“Billy, you’ve never told me about what happens in your dreams before.” He gave you a look like he surprised himself on how willing he was to talk about it.
“Well, I may not be ready to talk about all of them…”
You gave him a little smile “Whatever you’re ok with telling me, I’ll be here to listen.”
“Thank you, love. And if it makes you feel better if I give you a talking to then fine…Ahem. Can you please wake me up before you get out of bed for any reason?”
His voice was very monotone, almost mocking you to show you how ridiculous it was for him to be mad at you.
“Any reason at all, I don’t care if you think you’re going to be really quick or not, PLEASE wake me up. We don’t need a repeat of tonight. Blah blah blah. There…you happy now?”
Biting back a sly smile, you shied away from him a little, and said “I love you too Billy, so much.”
You lightly touched his lips with your thumb and he kissed it. Billy was far from perfect but you didn’t need him to be perfect, you needed effort from him and he needed the same from you too, that was how your relationship would grow and become stronger.
Your big, tough marine never let anyone see his vulnerable side, he never wanted to appear weak in any way but he let you in, not all the way but you were the one to crack his tough exterior and maybe one day, he’d let you all the way in.
He kissed the top of your hand, inched forward to kiss you while you cupped his face with both hands. A shiver went down your spine as his kiss deepened, he touched his tongue with yours and heat rose to your cheeks. The man had the ability to make you blush every time he touched you and Billy’s kisses made your whole body flutter, it felt like the first kiss every time.
“And yes, that makes me feel better so let me just pick up a little bit and we can go back to sleep.”
He caught you off guard and swept you off your feet “Well…what if we do something else instead?”
As he carried you towards the bedroom, you asked “Like what, my love?”
He kissed you again “I think…maybe I’ll finish kissing every square inch of your body.”
As Billy lowered you onto the bed, you purred in his ear “Well I think you’d better take your time Mr. Russo, you wouldn’t want to miss a spot, now would you?”
As he hovered over you, he smiled his signature Billy Russo smile and whispered back “Maybe I’ll just go over everything twice, how does that sound, sweet girl?”
He didn’t give you a chance to answer as his lips crashed against yours. As you kissed him back, you wished with all your heart you were helping to wash away any remnants of a nightmare, even if it was just for one night.
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Billy Russo and Foreign!Reader
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@twoj-stary-var-emreiss has given me some food for thought and I AM OBSESSED WITH THIS CONCEPT
At first, he's surprised because you don't sound foreign (as in English is not your first language)
Lowkey impressed that you know at least two languages
Absolutely loves when you make calques or literally translate a saying
(but first, he needs to tease you a lil)
Listens to your conversations in fascination but gets suspicious when he hears his name
Tries to sneakily learn a few words/phrases to impress you
And impress your parents, because he's striving for the A+ son-in-law rating
Let's be real, people can be racist and Billy is having NONE of that
They would duel at dawn but Billy ain't got time for that, we doin' it now
You call him pet names in your first language and he has no idea what they mean but you say it in such a loving way it has to be something good, right?
Definitely tries to repeat them to you
Repeats random words/sentences after you
(completely butchers the pronunciation but he's so excited it's the cutest thing you have ever seen)
You say to him "I love you" in your native language and he's giving it his best to pronounce it well
Your heart is absolutely melting when he confesses his love to you in your native language
He pronounces it in a very specific way and it completely ruins the phrase for you because no one can ever say it better
New York is a melting pot of ethnicities and nationalities so there's definitely at least one store and/or restaurant that serves cuisine/products from your motherland
While visiting, you have a nice little chat in your native language with one of the owners while Billy stands next to you absolutely lost and fascinated
Tries any food you recommend
You're like 10x sexier to him when you speak your first language
(he didn't know it was possible for you to be even more sexy but life is full of surprises)
If you swear and/or call him a pet name in your first language while having sex he goes absolutely feral
You read to him books written in your native language
He hasn't the faintest idea what you're saying but it sounds lovely so please carry on
When he can't sleep or he's upset about something or woke up from a horrifying nightmare, you sing to him some folk song from your home while hugging him close
a.k.a The Epitome of Comfort and Feeling Loved
Later on, he catches himself mindlessly humming the melody
Billy notices all the little quirks you have because of your foreign upbringing
Like different table manners, body language, cultural habits, etc.
Asks a lot of questions about your home country
Wants to go on a trip with you so you can show him around your hometown
If you make him food from your country he's willing to get married right then and there
Sometimes you forget a word and instead of checking it, you explain it to him in a stupid simple way
Even if he knows what you mean, he pretends he doesn't because the way you're explaining it is both cute and funny
Definitely asks if you ever feel homesick
And maybe you do but he's doing whatever he can to bring some of your motherland to you, like bringing you imported snacks
Which helps and you eat them together while you're telling him childhood stories
He learns cringy pick-up lines in your first language and proudly uses them to your dismay
"Are all women from XX this beautiful or is it just you?"
Billy definitely pisses you off on purpose just to hear you swear at him in your native language
He has completely no idea what you're saying but it sounds nice
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marvelmusing · 1 year
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A Marriage of Sins
Pairing: Forest Demon!Billy x Demon Hunter!Fem!Reader
Summary: When you hear of a demon living in an abandoned church in the woods, you know you need to investigate. But how could you know that the demon was just your soulmate waiting to marry you?
Warnings [18+]: smut, unprotected sex, dub con vibes (there’s no explicit consent given, but they’re soulmates so the reader gives in pretty easily), bondage, religious imagery, spitting, wife kink, praise kink, tiny bit of spanking.
A/N: not extensively proofread so sorry if there’s some mistakes.
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The church was abandoned.
That’s what the nearby villagers had told you. But as you push your shoulder against the dark oak door, light spills out towards you. The candles are lit and there’s a pleasant warmth that spreads through your body, urging you to step further inside.
Despite the vines crawling in through the cracks in the walls and the roots that are beginning to crush some of the pews, the church looks untouched by the world outside.
But there’s a reason why you’re here.
For a demon to inhabit such a sacred place, they must be incredibly powerful.
As you walk down the aisle, there’s a snap of broken glass being crushed beneath someone’s heel. When you turn, knife already in your hand, there’s no one there.
Continuing to venture further into the church, you stop at the altar, examining the contents laid out on the stone table there.
An ornate dagger, a small wooden bowl, two pieces of ribbon - one black, one white - both made of velvet. It looks like some sort of ritual is being prepared.
On a worn piece of paper, an incantation has been written in Latin and you almost make the mistake of reading it aloud. It’s then that you hear a soft chuckle, carried on a light breeze.
Heart pounding, you spin around.
The demon is tall, even as you stand on the slightly raised dais, he towers over you, his shadow creeping towards you as he steps closer.
His dark facial hair is trimmed neatly, his equally dark hair slicked back to reveal the deep brown horns sitting on the top of his head. Darkened eyes eyes roam over your figure as he continues to move towards you.
He raises a brow at the sight of your knife, then he smirks, his tongue tracing over his teeth as he tilts his head at you.
“An unconventional wedding gift, but thank you.”
“Wedding?”
He hums, his brows creasing lightly as he looks you up and down appraisingly. You don’t know why you’re standing still, waiting for his response instead of immediately sending him back to hell.
“What colour’s your underwear?” he asks.
You gape at him.
“What?”
The corner of his mouth twitches as he observes your shocked expression.
“You heard me.”
“That’s none of your business,” you protest.
He nods.
“You see, the prophecy said my wife would be clothed in white.”
Once again, he looks down at you and you follow his gaze. You’re wearing your usual hunting gear, khaki jacket with a black top and trousers, accompanied by your black boots and collection of knives tucked away in various compartments.
“And whilst I really want those fuckers down below to be wrong.” He steps closer, close enough that you could reach out and touch him. “I kinda hope you’re wearing something pretty underneath all that.”
Heart beating wildly in your chest, you attempt to slow down your thoughts. How does he know about your prophecy? You had sworn the seer to secrecy, she had vowed to tell no one about your soulmate - a demon of three sins.
Raising your chin confidently, you attempt to stare him down as you claim,
“You’ll never find out.”
He grins.
Goosebumps spread over your skin and your instincts finally kick in.
His fingers curl tightly around your wrist, the tip of your knife inches from his chest. He cocks his head aside, looking down at you with a smirk.
“This the first time you’ve fought a corporeal demon?”
Narrowing your eyes at him, you growl in frustration as you push harder against his grip with both arms.
“No.”
He breathes out a laugh, his dark eyes glinting with amusement as he pushes you backwards. His other hand curls under your elbow, giving him the leverage to hoist you up onto the altar.
Struggling against him, you continue to push the knife towards him with little success. He looks almost disappointed at your feeble attempt.
“I think you’ve forgotten something, demon,” you hiss at him. He raises a brow at you with a bored expression.
“Enlighten me then.”
“You’re in the mortal world, and this is my domain. I have the upper hand here.” You let go of the knife with one hand, calling out the words, “Flamma in manibus.”
Instantly, the flames from the candles dissipate, flooding quickly to gather in the palm of your hand. When he sees the fire blooming in front of him the demon lets go of you, disappearing into thin air.
Stunned, you stare at the empty church for a moment before you push away from the altar, taking a few tentative steps forward. Surely a little fire hadn’t scared such a powerful demon?
Then arms wrap tightly around your body, pulling you back against a firm chest. The flames in your hand extinguish as your arms are pinned down by his hold on you.
“Looking for something?” he purrs against your ear. As his nose traces over the shell of your ear you shiver, his lips hovering above the sensitive skin of your earlobe. “I gotta admit, you’re a smart one.”
As you attempt to tug away from him, his scent fills your senses. Is this demon wearing cologne? With every breath you take, more of his scent sends a burning down your throat that urges you to press your face into the crook of his neck and breathe it in directly from the source.
He smirks.
“You starting to feel it now?” You frown at him. “I’m impressed little bride, most people would be throwing themselves at me by now.”
Blinking in confusion, you turn and meet his dark eyes. When your eyes lock, you can feel the blood flooding down your body, warming your most intimate parts and stealing your ability to think clearly.
“You’re a lust demon.”
He nods with a wicked grin.
“Among other things.” At the sight of confusion filling your eyes he shrugs lightly before he admits, “I have my moments of wrath.”
A shiver runs down your spine. Most demons specialise in only one of the seven sins.
Typically you could sense it as soon as you interacted with them. But with this demon it appeared that physical contact was the only way for you to know what he’s capable of.
The pull towards him is indescribable.
Lust tugs at your body, urging you to turn around in his arms and let him kiss you. His perfect lips would feel divine on your body, his tongue tracing over your skin and his teeth leaving delightfully painful marks in their wake.
Wrath simmers under his skin, you can see the violence hidden in his dark eyes and the firm hold of his hands as his fingers tighten on your body. There’s a beauty in it, the darkness that lurks inside him, and you wonder what it would take to bring it out to play.
Underneath the pull of those two sins, there’s something else. A deep gnawing that settles in your own stomach, a wanting that hurts. The need to be the best, to have everything that you’ve ever wanted. Greed.
The corner of his mouth twitches when he hears you gasp in realisation. A demon of three sins.
“No one ever gets that far,” he muses quietly. “They just see me as a lustful temptation or a devil on their shoulder urging them to act on their darkest thoughts.”
A cool breeze ghosts over your bare stomach, making you notice that he had slowly unbuttoned your shirt. He slides his hand over your stomach, reaching up to cup your breast.
“They don’t see that greed is what really fuels me. The sex and the violence are just means to an end, so I can get whatever it is I want.”
His thumb circles over your nipple that hardens underneath the thin fabric of your bra as he continues,
“Now you’re a stubborn one, I can tell.”
The demon traces his other hand over the waistband of your trousers, tugging occasionally at the material. He clicks his tongue when the fabric doesn’t move to his liking.
“Are you going to tell me what you want?” he asks you. He dips his hand under the waistband of your trousers, running his fingers over your pantie-clad mound.
Sparks of pleasure flood through your wobbling legs and you shake your head at him, even as you whine desperately. He mimics your shaking head mockingly with a pout on his lips before he smiles.
“I think you want me to marry you. I think you wanna belong to me. Want to tie our souls together.”
His lips press a long line of kisses from the shell of your right down to the nape of your neck. With each brush of his lips, pleasure sinks into your body, your mind growing hazy from his words and his touch.
“I think you want me to fuck you over this altar. Make you mine. Stain your soul with my cock.”
A whimper leaves your lips as he slides your jacket and shirt down, dropping them onto the cold stone floor. His hand in your trousers still doesn’t move and a shuddering breath leaves your lips as you rock your hips forwards.
“I think you want to be my wife, hm?”
“What- what about you?”
He blinks at you in confusion, a small frown creasing at his brows at the sight of you looking so uncertain. Despite the flood of arousal and wanting you’re feeling, self consciousness stops you from giving yourself over to him.
“Do you want to be my husband?” you ask, almost shyly.
His eyes darken and in an instant his lips are meeting yours in a fierce kiss. Fingers curling over the back of your neck, he spins you around and hoists you up onto the altar.
A gasp falls from your lips at the chill of the stone surface against your bare thighs. He must have dematerialised your trousers at some point, though that fades away as he continues to kiss you.
“Fuck, yes,” he groans lowly. “Yes I wanna be your husband.”
Tugging at his dark clothing, you whine when it doesn’t budge and he chuckles. You blink once and by the time your eyes are open again his clothes are gone.
As your jaw drops at the sight of him, all lean muscle and scars, he takes the opportunity to tilt your head back, spitting onto your tongue. Shock prickles over your body as you moan wantonly. He grins as you swallow eagerly.
Stepping between your parted thighs, he reaches around your body with both hands, searching for the clasp of your bra. He finds it easily, but instead of undoing it, he rips it in half before tugging at the material and dropping it to the floor.
He dips his head down, tongue flattening over your hardened nipple before he takes it lightly between his teeth.
Arching into his mouth, you gasp and whimper as his hand provides your other breast with an equal amount of attention. The pads of his fingers are calloused and they prickle delightfully over your sensitive skin.
At first you grip onto the hard stone beneath you, but then you sink a hand into his hair which makes him groan. Encouraged by his reaction, you seize a tight fistful of his dark locks.
When your nails accidentally scratch one of his horns he growls deeply, tilting his head back to look up at you. The look in his eyes makes your whole body want to melt into a puddle, allowing him to reshape you into whatever he wants.
His lips move back up, trailing a line of harsh kisses over your throat.
“Well they were right,” he breathes against your lips before he kisses you firmly. “You were wearing white.”
Blinking, you look down at your torn white bra and the soaked white panties that are clinging to the wet lips of your cunt. He slides your panties delicately down your legs, pressing kisses to whatever part of you is closest.
His thumb circles your clit slowly and you whine loudly at the bare minimum you’re being granted. When you try to grasp his wrist as swats your hand away and his obsidian eyes flash with danger.
“Patience,” he warns you, and you can’t help but tease,
“I thought patience was a virtue?”
He growls.
Your knees land on the altar as he turns you around, your cheek pressing against the cool polished stone and you breathe in sharply as his cock presses against your sopping entrance.
He slaps your ass and you whimper, giving his restraint the final push.
He groans loudly as he pushes inside you, and your hands scramble for purchase, nails scratching against the stone as the sensation of him filling you so thoroughly overtakes your senses.
Once he’s all the way inside, he breathes out harshly, pressing his forehead between your shoulder blades. He picks up the black ribbon from beside you, using it to tie your hands in front of you.
He runs his hands soothingly over your shoulders, massaging gently before he uses his weight to pin you beneath him. Then he begins to fuck you.
Hands bound, body bent into the position of his choosing, you can do nothing but accept the pleasure he’s giving you. He swipes his thumb over your clit, and you clench hard around him as the head of his cock knocks against that spot deep inside you.
As you begin to near the edge of your climax, he speeds up and soon you’re squeezing tightly around his cock as your orgasm hits you. Tension fills your muscles as you clench with a groan, the aftershocks pushing your body through a violent wave of pleasure.
He growls lowly, gritting his teeth and taking even breaths as you twitch beneath him, feeling stunned from your sudden high.
When you finally relax, your muscles loosening with pleasure, he pulls out of you. Before you can protest, he’s turning you around to lie on your back with your bound hands resting on your stomach.
Then he picks up the white ribbon.
“You think you can manage a few knots?”
You blink at him, still dazed with pleasure. Then you realise.
You’re getting married.
The black ribbon currently tied expertly around your wrists represents his soul. The ribbon that he’s holding now represents yours. A pure, delicate white.
The aftershocks of your orgasm make your shake and you struggle slightly with the ribbon as you tie his wrists together with a little slack between them. He grins, using his bound hands to position his cock against your cunt for the second time.
He’s slower this time, urging you to take him into your body with a surprising amount of intimacy. He takes your face between both of his hands and you can feel the ribbon that binds his hands together as it brushes against the back of your neck.
His forehead presses against yours, allowing the two of you to share long kisses that steal your breath away as he rocks inside you. Rolling your hips against his, you hear him inhale sharply before he’s thrusting harder.
Soon, you’re both moaning desperately into the kisses. Your bound hands smooth up his chest, taking his chin between your fingers. The scratch of his stubble prickles over your fingertips.
He groans loudly as he feels you clenching rapidly around his cock and praise spills from his lips, making your head fuzzy with warmth.
“Such a good little wife, with a gorgeous little cunt. You’re gonna let me cum in you, aren’t you? Gonna let me fill my wife up.”
“Yes,” you breathe out against his lips. Then he slams his hips down hard. “Yes,” you cry into the empty church. “Yes please.”
“Fuck,” he moans. Your nails dig into his hips, scratching lightly as you try to ground yourself. But pleasure is already sweeping its way through your body, lighting every nerve on fire.
Legs shaking constantly, you gasp against his lips as he kisses you.
“Let go, little bride. Let me marry you properly. Give me another orgasm, you feel so good when you cum.”
Squeezing your eyes shut, stars bloom over your closed eyelids as your hips jerk wildly. Then you climax hard around his cock. A long stream of moans escape from your worn throat, as your cunt spasms frantically.
With a few more thrusts, you’re dizzy with pleasure and he spills inside you. He rolls his hips as he rides out his high, only stopping when your whimpers become too loud and your hands nudge him away.
Withdrawing his hands from you, he reaches down to untie the ribbon around your wrists. He breathes out a chuckle at the dazed look in your eyes, and he guides your fingers towards the loose end of his own bindings.
Still dealing with the toll taken on your body, a few weak tugs is all you can manage, but soon enough the white ribbon falls to the floor alongside the black.
He runs his freed hands over your wrists, easing any discomfort caused with a gentle brush over his palm. A kiss is pressed against your damp forehead, before he rocks his hips forward.
Tensing suddenly, you stare at him with widened eyes. Then he pulls out slowly and a confusing mixture of relief and sadness fills you, but you don’t have the energy to analyse your reaction.
He traces his fingers through your folds, pushing his thick spend back inside you. Heart still pounding in your chest, you almost don’t hear him as he says,
“My name’s Billy by the way.”
Between shuddering breaths, you manage a small laugh before you tell him your own name. He smiles widely, licking his finger clean as he looks down at you.
Billy murmurs your name softly, attracting your attention. As he leans closer, you thread a hand through his hair, then stroke a single fingertip against one of his horns.
He shivers.
Then he reaches for you, tracing his fingers gently over your cheek.
“My beautiful little wife.”
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amhrosina · 1 year
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This Feels Like Falling in Love (Billy Russo x f!Reader)
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A/N: Originally, I was going to write this as a Matt fic, but decided it would fit Billy more. Also, I included smut because it's been a hot minute since I wrote any and I missed it!!! I sort of took this lyric prompt as more of a "I don't know how to love you the right way and I need your help to show me how". One of my fav's @messymissy requested this! Thank you!
Request: Haii, could you do comfort/happy fic with the prompt "i was made to keep your body warm, but I'm cold as the wind blows so hold me in your arms" it's from Kiss Me by Ed Sheeran. Maybe it could be for Billy or Matt or Frank or even Bucky, it's up to you honestly. Thank you love ❣️
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Summary: Billy and you have been best friends for years and must face your feelings for each other one night when you see him with another girl.
(Warnings: cursing, drinking?, best friends to lovers, smut, oral (fem receiving), p in v, Billy gets on his knees and begs for you at one point, jealousy, unresolved feelings, teasing, mutual pining, reader and Billy are both idiots, Frank makes an appearance, non-canon Billy, Billy requests that the heels stay on!!!)
“Do you think this tie makes me look like an idiot?”
You looked up from your phone, watching as Billy fiddled with his tie in the mirror. It was already 10 minutes past the time you were supposed to have left for Anvil’s annual Christmas party, but Billy was nothing if not sharply dressed, and he’d been getting ready for the better part of an hour already.
“You do that all on your own. The tie doesn’t have anything to do with it.” You teased, smiling as he continued to mess up the knot at the base of his throat. You stood, quickly making your way over to him.
“Who’re you trying to impress, anyways? It’s just the Anvil guys.” You murmured, fixing his tie with nimble fingers. You could feel the burn of his stare on you as you focused on the black fabric. You looked up when he didn’t respond, fingers stilling when you caught the heat in his stare.
Billy and you were a complicated pairing. Most people that didn’t know you assumed you were a couple, and you could understand why. The hand holding, the way he’d lead you by the small of your back anytime you went somewhere together, and the fact that when one of you was spotted somewhere, it was pretty much expected that the other wasn’t far behind were just a few of the things that helped people make their assumptions. But you weren’t with Billy, and you never had been.
Billy had been your best friend for years and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t a tiny bit attracted to him. Everyone and their mother recognized Billy as a handsome man, and you sometimes found yourself thinking about what Billy might be like as a partner, rather than a friend.
“Who knows? Lots of women come to these parties.” He smirked, startling you out of your thoughts. And just like that, you were reminded why you and Billy had never been a couple. He saw you as his friend, nothing more.
You hummed in response, patting his chest when you finished adjusting his tie.
“Are you ready to go? Or do you need more time to look at yourself in the mirror?” You teased, reaching for your purse.
“Ready when you are, princess.” He responded, holding his elbow out for you to wrap your arm around.
The party was the biggest Anvil party you’d ever attended. People milled about, smiling, drinking, and laughing with each other. The Anvil guys had said their hellos when you walked in, one of them even whistling when he saw the dress you’d picked out for the evening. It was an emerald green off-the-shoulder gown that had a slit up to your mid-thigh. You couldn’t help but giggle at their reactions. They were used to seeing you in either business professional clothing or workout gear, depending on what Billy needed from you for the day.
Technically, Billy was your business partner. You’d invested money in Anvil at the very start of it, right after Billy returned from combat, and you’d already made enough money back from your investment for your grandchildren’s grandchildren to retire and live comfortably, but you let Billy call the shots of the business. He was better at handling business deals, and you preferred to help him out where you could, rather than running any aspect of the business. He consulted you for most things anyway, and Anvil was seeing so much success that you didn’t want to change anything about how the business was run.
When you’d been whistled at, a firm satisfaction had settled in your stomach. Maybe you wanted to impress people too. Maybe you wanted to impress someone specific. Billy hadn’t mentioned the dress when you arrived on his doorstep, which had been a bit of a confidence killer if you were honest with yourself. The idea that you did, in fact, look hot in your dress to other people helped boost your confidence after the disappointing reaction from Billy.
You were huddled against the wall, sipping on champagne as you watched the party happening around you. You tried not to let your focus slip to the other side of the room, where Billy was currently being chatted up by not one, not two, but three women. The shriek of laughter that came from the group drew your attention to him anyways, and you internally groaned as one of the women placed their hand on his arm as she laughed.
You couldn’t even fault the women. Billy was handsome, charming, and funny, and if you had more courage, you would be doing the exact thing they were doing right now. You looked away, focusing on the ridiculously expensive ice sculpture you and Billy had picked out for the party. You suddenly felt like being anywhere but at the party, watching Billy find the woman he was inevitably going to take home for the night.
“You know,” someone chuckled from beside you, “he’s never going to realize what he has right in front of him unless you do something about it.”
You looked over, locking eyes with Frank Castle, who was dressed in a sleek black suit, looking as handsome as ever.
“Hi, Frank.” You smiled. You didn’t see much of Frank these days, but he’d met someone, and you were genuinely glad he’d been able to find happiness after everything he’d been through. “Where’s Karen?”
“She’s somewhere around here.” He shrugged, tilting his head toward Billy. “You ever gonna do anything about that?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You shrugged, taking a rather large sip of champagne.
Frank let out another chuckle, shaking his head. “Sure. Whatever you say.”
“I’m serious, Frank. What Billy does in his free time is none of my concern.” The lie left a bitter taste in your mouth, and you couldn’t help but glance at Billy again. The woman that had touched his arm was standing impossibly close to him, and he was murmuring something in her ear. You gulped, pushing yourself off the wall.
“I need some air.” You breathed.
Frank called after you, concern laced in his voice, but you didn’t stop or turn around. You made your way to the side door, where you knew no one would be milling about, and stepped into the brisk New York air. It was December, and it was freezing, but you didn’t want to wait for one of the hired servers to find your jacket amongst the hundreds of others in the coat room.
You exhaled, watching as your breath fogged in front of you. You usually had a better handle on your feelings. You didn’t know why it was bothering you all the sudden. Billy had always been a ladies’ man. A shiver made its way up your back, and you wrapped your arms around yourself.
“Christ,” you murmured to yourself, “It really is cold.”
The sound of the door swinging open startled you. You let out a yelp, stepping away from the door.
“Jesus,” Billy cringed as he stepped into the alley, “Where’s your jacket? It’s freezing.”
“I-” You started, confused at his sudden appearance. “I forgot it inside.”
He shrugged out of his suit jacket, quickly wrapping it around your shoulders. He rubbed his hands up and down your arms, trying to warm you up.
“Why are you out here?” You questioned, basking in the warmth of his jacket. It smelled like him, a rough mixture of oak and musk with a hint of spice in the undertones.
“I saw you leave and wanted to know what was bothering you. Then Frank shoved me out the door and called me a ‘fucking idiot’.” He replied, shrugging in confusion. “You know anything about that?”
This was your opening. You could finally do something about the feelings you’d been harboring for years. You could finally tell him that you had loved him since the day you met him. It could finally become more than it was. This was the opening you’d been waiting for. But you’d always been a coward when it came to Billy.
You shook your head. “I have no idea. I’m fine.”
Billy tilted his head, eyeing your figure in the dark. You tried to push past him, reaching for the door to return to the party, but he clamped his hand around your arm, pulling your shoulder into his chest. He murmured your name in a knowing tone.
You were terrified to look up at him and see the rejection written on his face. This would change everything, and you couldn’t bear the thought of losing Billy over something as silly as feelings.
“It’s fine. You should go back in. I’m sure that girl is waiting for you.” You couldn’t keep the bite out of your tone. The bitterness was too tempting, and you suddenly wanted him to feel bad about all the women he’d paraded around you over the years.
“Are you jealous? Is that what this is about?” He asked, amused.
“Why would I be jealous?” You asked, finally meeting his gaze.
“I don’t know.” He murmured your name, cupping your cheeks in his hand. “Why would you be jealous?”
He was giving you another opening, that was obvious. But this time, his eyes were full of warmth and care, and you couldn’t help the words from tumbling out of your mouth.
“Because I’m in love with you, obviously. I’m working on it. Don’t freak out. It doesn’t change anything.”
You tried to push past him again, but the grip he had on your face didn’t falter.
“Look at me. Does it look like I’m freaking out?” He asked.
It didn’t. He looked calm and collected, and cold, maybe.
“No.” You replied, curiosity clear in your voice. “Why aren’t you freaking out?”
He chuckled, shaking his head before resting his forehead against yours. “Because I’ve waited my entire life to hear those words from you. Because I was too much of a coward to do anything about it. Because I love you too, and I’m so incredibly happy right now.”
You gripped his shirt, bunching the fabric in your fists, before shoving yourself out of his hold.
“What?” You cried, resting your head in your hands. “What do you mean?”
He shoved his hands in his pockets, watching as you paced in front of him. This was not the reaction you had been expecting, and now you didn’t know what to do with yourself. Why hadn’t he said anything?
“Why didn’t you say anything?” You dropped your hands, clenching your fists and glaring at him.
He smiled and looked towards the sky, shaking his head again.
“Because I didn’t want to lose you. Because I was scared.” He shrugged. “I don’t know what I’m doing. I’ve never been in love with someone. I don’t know how to be someone’s boyfriend, and I certainly don’t know how to love you the way you deserve to be loved.”
You stopped pacing and turned to look at him. “What about all the girls? And the flirting? And the dates?”
“Futile attempts to get over my feelings for you. It never worked. I fall more in love with you every day.”
You groaned, dropping your head into your hands again.
“We’re both fucking idiots.” You mumbled.
He chuckled, stepping closer to you. He rested his hands on yours, gently prying your fingers away from your face.
“Can I kiss you?” He asked, cradling your cheeks in his warm hands.
“Please.” You nodded.
He leaned in, pressing his lips against yours. It started slow and sweet, but quickly turned into a searing, heated kiss. He pulled you fully against him, shoving his tongue in your mouth. You groaned and wrapped your arms around his neck, leaning into the warmth radiating off his body. His hands made their way down your body, roaming across your back and along the curve of your hips.
He pushed you back, following you as you leaned against the side of the building. He gripped your bottom lip in his teeth, lightly tugging on it. His grip on your waist tightened as you let out a soft moan.
“Fuck, baby.” He mumbled against your lips. “I’ve wanted to do this for years.”
He left a trail of kisses along your jaw, pressing his lips against your neck. You groaned, lifting your chin to give him more access. Your pulse had skyrocketed, and you couldn’t help the sultry tone in your voice when you finally spoke.
“Wanna get out of here?”
He lifted his head from your neck, kissing your jawline again.
“Do you?” He questioned, running his hands along your waist. He pressed himself against you, and the friction of his pants against your most sensitive part had you moaning louder than you meant to.
“God, yes.” You rested your head against the brick, panting.
“Let’s go, baby.” He gripped your hand, pulling you back into the building. The warmth was a welcome reprieve from the icy outdoor temperature, and you very nearly moaned as it fully encompassed you.
He swiftly led you through the party, barely glancing at the people who tried to talk to him. You tried not to giggle as you were pulled past the girl Billy had been talking to earlier. You weren’t typically the vindictive type, but you had finally won what you’d been pining after for years, so the smile that crept on your face when her eyes caught his hand in yours wasn’t entirely a conscious choice.
You spied Frank across the room, who was lightly running his hand along Karen’s waist. You mouthed a ‘thank you’ to him, and he lifted his drink in response, smiling.
Billy found your jacket in the coat room, shoving his arms into his jacket when you shrugged it off your shoulders and returned it to him. He wrapped his hand around yours again, tugging you out the front door and into a cab.
He couldn’t keep his hands off you, running one of them up your exposed thigh while the other caressed your cheek. He pressed chaste kisses to your shoulder, throat, and jaw, and you did your best not to moan in the back of the taxi that was hurdling towards his apartment.
When the cab finally stopped, Billy threw a hundred-dollar bill in the driver’s direction, swinging the door open and pulling you through it. He pulled you against him, capturing your lips in another heated kiss. He wrapped his arms around you, hands resting on the small of your back.
“Billy.” You mumbled against his lips. “It’s freezing.”
He chuckled, pressing another kiss to your lips. “Sorry. I just can’t believe this isn’t a dream.”
“You dream about me often, Russo?” You asked, resting your arms on his shoulders.
“Every night since the night I met you.” He responded, smiling.
He led you to the elevators that would take you up to his apartment. You’d been in this elevator a million times, but you’d never had Billy’s lips attached to yours while riding in it before. When you finally made it to his front door, he groaned as he pulled his lips away from yours, quickly unlocking the door and pulling you inside.
You pushed the door shut behind you as he slammed his mouth into yours, chunking his keys over his shoulder. The keys skittered across the floor, and you didn’t care that you’d probably spend hours with Billy trying to find them tomorrow. You ran your hands up his chest and onto his shoulders, pushing his jacket off his shoulders. He shrugged it off, letting it drop to the floor.
He pulled you off the door, walking backwards towards his bedroom, all the while keeping his lips attached to yours. He couldn’t get enough of you, and you wanted to drown in his kisses.
When he brushed up against his bed, he swung you around, gently pushing you onto the mattress. You plopped down, opening your eyes to fully look at him. He was panting, looking over you with soft, lustful eyes. You laid back, resting on your elbows as he slowly unbuttoned his dress shirt.
He discarded his shirt, dropping it to the floor behind him, and finally locked eyes with you. You were a sight to behold, lips swollen, and cheeks flushed. He groaned, dropping to his knees in front of you, and you gasped as he ran his hands up your legs, pressing a soft kiss to your inner thigh.
“Tell me what you want, baby.” He mumbled, “Anything you want. I’ll give it to you.”
“Anything?” You quirked, raising an eyebrow at him.
He nodded, leaving an open-mouthed kiss higher on your leg. “Anything.”
“Even Anvil?” You teased, yelping when he lightly bit your inner thigh.
“Is that what you want?” He smiled, soothing the bite with a soft kiss. “Want to be the CEO? I’ll put you in the chair, baby, but I don’t think you’d like it.”
“No.” You giggled. “I know I wouldn’t like that.”
“Tell me what you want, baby.” He murmured, ghosting his lips over the tip of the slit in your dress.
“Want your mouth, Bil.”
He let out a throaty groan, resting his forehead against your hip.
“This fucking dress.” He bunched the fabric in his fists. “This fucking dress.”
“You like my dress?” You asked, breathing in as he began to wiggle his fingers under the fabric, higher and higher until he reached the sides of your underwear. His fingers wrapped around the tiny strings, and he inhaled sharply as he looked up at you.
“I love your dress.” He groaned. “Every time I saw you tonight, I felt like I couldn’t breathe. You look stunning. When that douche whistled at you earlier, I wanted to break his fucking jaw.”
You grinned at his confession. “No need to break anyone’s jaw, Bil. I’m yours.”
He responded with a quick tug, pulling your underwear down your legs, and throwing it across the room. You spread your legs for him as he shoved his arms under your thighs, resting your legs on his shoulders. He bunched your dress around your waist, giving him full access to your pussy.
He didn’t waste any more time, flattening his tongue against your clit as he licked inbetween your folds.
“Oh, fuck.” You fell back, arching your back.
He masterfully circled his tongue around your clit, drawing you closer and closer to completion. He ran his tongue up your slit, sucking and licking in all the right places, and you couldn’t stop the whines coming from your throat. He was so good at it.
“Please, Billy. Don’t stop!” You gasped, arching your back further. He pressed his hands against your stomach, keeping you right where he wanted you. Heat built up in your core, spreading throughout your body. Your breath quickened and you couldn’t help the loud moan that you let out as he wrapped his lips around your clit and sucked. Billy let out a throaty moan against your clit, and it sent you over the edge.
Your orgasm crashed through you, and you arched against the bed. Billy continued to lick your clit as you let out a loud moan. You saw white and couldn’t feel anything but the heat of his mouth on you as you breathed through the orgasm. When you finally shoved Billy’s mouth away from your core, your ears were ringing, and your brain hadn’t begun functioning again.
Billy crawled up your body, pressing kisses on your chest and jaw as he hovered over you.
“Are you okay?” He asked, chuckling at your dazed expression.
“I’m more than okay.” You breathed, resting your hands on his shoulders. “How are you so good at that? Wait, don’t answer that. I don’t want to know.”
He chuckled, kissing your cheek, and then pressing his lips to yours in a sweet, comforting motion.
“As much as I love this dress,” he started, thrusting himself up against you so you could feel the impact the dress had on him, “I think I’d love it on my floor even more.”
You whined when you felt how hard he was, and suddenly, taking your dress off became the most important thing you’d ever had the pleasure of doing for him. He reached underneath you, unclasping the top of the dress and slowly pulling the zipper down until it reached your lower back.
You shrugged your arms out of the sleeves, allowing the fabric to fall forward until your breasts were fully exposed. Billy grunted, running his hands down the skin of your torso until they met what was left of the dress bunched around your waist. He lifted your hips in a rough motion, pushing the dress down your body until you could kick it off.
You reached down to unbuckle the heels you were wearing when Billy’s hand covered yours, pulling it into his chest.
“Leave them on.” He murmured, shoving his lips against yours in a heated kiss.
His hands wound their way up your body again, stopping to squeeze your breasts before he rolled his body against yours. You let out a whine, reaching for his belt buckle.
“These need to go. Now.” You muttered, unbuttoning his pants, and shoving them down his legs.
“Yes ma’am.” He chuckled, pushing the remainder of his clothing off his body. You were both fully bare, minus your heels, pressed up against each other, and you didn’t think you could take another second of waiting for him to thrust into you.
Billy had shifted his focus to your breasts, wrapping his lips around your nipple. He teased it with a lick, and you let out a frustrated groan.
“Something wrong, princess?” He teased, eyes flicking up to yours.
“Billy,” you whined, “I want you to fuck me. Please. Please.”
You were begging, but you didn’t care. You’d waited long enough to be this close to him and you were dying for him to be inside of you. His gaze instantly darkened, and he nodded, shifting his body so that he was lined up with your entrance.
“You’re sure you want to do this, right?” He asked, suddenly worried that he’d taken advantage of your vulnerability in the alley earlier.
“I’ve never been surer of anything, Bil.” You murmured, opening your legs wider.
He sank into you, grunting when he finally bottomed out. The bliss on your face was enough to remind him that he needed to move. He slowly began thrusting, motivated by your soft mewls in his ear.
“I’ve dreamt about this.” He groaned. “I’ve been waiting my entire life for you.”
“Fuck, Bil. You’re gonna make me cry.” You breathed, capturing his lips in yours. He pushed into you harder, and you let out a stunted moan in return.
“It’s true.” He murmured your name, picking up the pace of his thrusts. You couldn’t form a coherent response, punch-drunk on the feeling of him. “I love you.”
Heat began to build in your core for the second time that night, and soon Billy was pounding into you, mumbling sweet nothings in your ear as you came apart around him. The groan Billy let out when he felt you fluttering around him was downright sinful, and you moaned so loudly you were sure the party back at Anvil heard you.
Billy’s thrusts became sloppy, and you knew he was close. You captured his lips in a sweet kiss, and his pace faltered as his grip on you tightened.
“I love you more, Bil.” You mumbled against his lips. Your words un-did any semblance of control he had over himself, and he roughly kissed you as he came deep inside of you. You moaned with him, relishing the feeling of being filled by him. He pressed his forehead against your chest, panting as he came down from his high.
You ran your fingers through his hair, kissing his shoulder. When he was finally able to function again, he lifted his head and brought his lips to yours. He kissed you for what felt like hours, and you welcomed every second of it. He was finally yours, and you planned on spending the rest of your life kissing him every chance you got.
He slightly pulled away, looking down at you. “Was that okay?” He asked, nuzzling his nose against yours. He was still buried deep inside of you, and you could feel yourself beginning to leak around him.
“More than okay. I loved it. I love you.”
“I love you.” He mumbled, kissing you again.
You shivered with oversensitivity when he pulled out of you. The entire night felt like a dream, and you were terrified that you’d wake up tomorrow and find out it had all been in your head. Billy pulled you against him, cradling your head against his chest. No, you thought, you couldn’t possibly be dreaming the warmth you felt when he held you.
“You’re going to have to help me.” He murmurs, pressing a kiss to your forehead.
“What do you mean?” You asked, nuzzling your head into his chest.
“I’m terrified that I’m going to ruin this. I’ve never had a successful relationship, and this one feels like the most important thing I’ve ever done.” He confessed as his fingers trailed over your back.
“You’re not going to ruin anything, Bil. Relationships are tough, but we’ll get through anything that comes our way, okay? That’s what you do when you love someone.”
“What if I don’t love you the right way?” He asked, cradling you closer to him.
“You already have, Bil.”
“I swear I’m dreaming right now.” His chuckle reverberates through his chest.
“Want me to pinch you?” You asked, looking up at him with a mischievous grin.
“No,” he shook his head, “If I’m dreaming, I want to stay here forever.”
Your grin shifts into a soft smile, and you press a long kiss to his cheek. “Okay.” You murmured, closing your eyes. You drifted, lulled to sleep by the rhythmic sound of his heartbeat. It would be hours before Billy was settled enough to sleep, but he didn’t dare move. He watched you sleeping peacefully against him, unable to comprehend how the night ended with you in his bed. He’d finally gotten the girl, and he was terrified, but your sweet reassurances had put those insecurities to bed for now. When he finally drifted off to sleep, he prayed for the first time in his life to wake up the next day, wrapped in your arms.
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A Song of Sirens
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You’d been watching him for months now. He moved with a grace that most humans lacked. Lifting and hoisting and moving heavy objects with ease.
He walked along the deck effortlessly, sea legs someone had called it. The rocking motion of the boat in the swells of the ocean but he held firm.
You’d been warned of coming too close to shore, to be wary of the docks where men kept their ships. But it was all so big and bright and tantalizing. Shouts and laughter rang out between the men.
Ropes were tossed and engines were cleaned. You recognized some of the vessels that you had seen tackle the open ocean. The port side town was bustling this time of the year.
Keeping your head just below the surface, praying a stray beam of sun didn’t catch in a way to glimmer across your scales. It was usually cloudy and gray here, but that didn’t seem to dampen spirits.
You’d even hear the fisherman sing joyful tunes when out on the sea. Whistling, notes being played on some manner of instrument and loud boisterous voices echoing out into the blackness of the night.
When it was so dark that the sky and sea seemed to blend together, like a painter foregoing use of color at all save for the white specks of stars gleaming in the sky.
You swam just under one of the docks, shadows skimmed over your face as boots clunked above you dimming out the light with their movement towards one of the larger boats docked there.
The Sirens Splendor was painted across the side in bright green lettering. A full team of men tossing rations, rope, and wooden boxes onto the deck. You let your arms drape around the side of a supporting beam bolstering the deck.
Eyes darting to examine every man aboard, you’d been watching this ship for long enough. Recognizing the voices, matching the faces. The captain strode forward yelling to a crew member about something.
He was stocky, tall, with close cropped dark hair and a nose that looked like it had broken once or twice. The men fell in line immediately at his call and movement picked up aboard.
You had begun to learn their fishing schedule, what fish they went out for specifically each time, for how many days they were at sea. Your curiosity had been piqued.
The days would be long, and you were just an observer. Swimming along but always staying far enough away that there was no chance of you being snagged in their nets or baskets. 
Of course you’d been reprimanded by your family for straying too close. For your new obsession with the humans that just hadn’t been there before. 
Or maybe it always had been there but you’d ignored it for so long that it reared up with a renewed fury.
Consuming your every thought, you had swam to the small fishing town multiple times and every time there was something new to see. Something new to learn. How you ached to ask your questions to one of them.
To speak with a human, would be quite an adventure. 
“All right men, sooner we move out, sooner we can be home.” The captain had a gruff voice but it carried across the harbor, cutting through the wind that was picking up.
More sounds of shuffling and then he came into view. Tall, taller than the captain and leaner but sturdy as well. You’d seen him stand in place as intimidating waves had crashed into the side of the boat.
A shock of dark hair and grown out scruff, not quite a beard like other crew members. Climbing from below deck and tossing a large metal basket off to the side before resuming his place next to the captain.
You didn’t realize how shallow your breathing had become, fingers tightening on the support pole. Eyes never leaving his face. One of the crew member must have said something funny cause a loud laugh rang out from him.
It was like something in your chest melted. Watching his dark eyes crinkle with mirth and a raised hand to block the stray ray of sunlight from his face. 
He turned and exchanged words with the captain who nodded, turning on a heel and making his way into the wheelhouse.
“Take her out boys!” His voice rang out, clear and melodious to your ears. A chorus of calls echoed back to him and you didn’t miss the twitch of his lips, the subtle hint of a dimple on his cheek.
As you watched the boat pull out, leaving the safety of the harbor and out into the murky colored water before them, your heart begged you to follow. Relaxing your grasp and diving deep below as fast as your tail would carry you.
Watching the bubbles and feeling the current from the boat brush along your face like a lovers caress. Come, follow me. Come.
Picking up pace as you noticed the engine heaving overtime carrying them further and further out to sea. Night was beginning to fall and the last slashes of sunlight broke through the gathering clouds.
The bright rays danced across the ever moving surface, sparkling crystals against a backdrop of navy. Surfacing briefly to see how much farther you had to catch up  and panting realizing how far away they were still.
Humans and their machines. You cursed to yourself and dove once more, hoping to catch an undercurrent that would shoot your closer to them. 
The water deepened as the sun had finally set and your eyes adjusted to the dimness.
Fish swam around you, darting off in this direction and that. Some unknowingly swimming towards the ship as well. The ocean felt icier in the dark. 
Beautiful and dangerous. And yet these men braved it. Did it call to them like it did you? Was it as much a part of them as the merpeople below? If only you could ask them…
It felt like eons that you attempted to keep pace, heart beating rapidly in your chest, your body growing sore, dying to stop. Fate apparently listened to your pleas because you could see the boat slowing.
A metallic clunk and grinding sound cut through the water as you watched a large anchor lowering through the depths ahead of you. Looking up towards the surface, wondering if it was dark enough that you could peak out unseen.
You could almost hear your older sister’s scolding at how stupid you were being. How humans were dangerous and to stay as far away from them as possible.
 Shaking your head as if to remove her scathing words from your mind, instead swimming as close to the boat as you could get.
Touching the hull, hands dragging along the surface, edging closer and closer to where the air met the water. Camouflaged by darkness and being so close to the  vessel, only someone deliberately looking would find you.
Ears straining to hear what was being said. Something about good fishing weather and a moving towards the Bering sea. 
Then you heard his voice, not being able to make out what he was saying but the men seemed to agree with him.
The waves picked up, jostling you from your spot and nearly taking you back out to open water. Your tail thrashed to propel you forward once more, this time choosing to take hold of the anchor chain.
You cringed at the loud slap your tail made against the next crash of water.
“Sounds like the weather is picking up.” It was him. You bit your lip as you heard movement, footsteps walking right to where you were. 
You crowded as close to boat as you could, knowing if you made an escape now you’d surely be seen. Venturing a glance upwards you saw his face as close as you’d ever seen it.
He was beautiful.
A firm square jaw, a muscle ticking on the side as he stared out at the ever increasing white caps. A gust of wind carried across the deck further mussing his tousled brown hair. 
You didn’t realize how tightly you were holding the anchor chain as you leaned forward, just to see his eyes better. 
They were dark. Like the sea at night. Focused purely on the water before him. 
“How’s it lookin’ Bill?” Another voice. The captain you assumed.
You watched his throat work, fingers that had been clutching the side of the boat released and gave a few wary taps on the wood.
“Looks rough, captain. We may be in for a long night.”
“Perfect.” But you could tell from the inflection in his voice, that it was in fact, not perfect. “We’d better make sure rigging and the engine are in shape should we need to head back.” 
You listened to more movements throughout the boat, feeling it begin to rock more steadily with the waves. A few forks of lightning stretched across the sky off in the distance. 
Eventually it began to grow silent and you realized they had probably gone to sleep. Feeling a growing sense of disappointment, realizing you’d had to go home and be left to wonder about their fishing trip.
Then a voice rang out. No. Sang out. A lyrical tune that carried on the wind and into your ears. A pleasant tone.
Then another voice joined in and then another. Soon you could hear laughter and the growing swell of the sea shanty from above deck. One man sang a verse while the others responded with some sort of refrain.
You wished you could see them, instead having to imagine them, their faces, as they sang. Then you heard his voice sing out. 
What had the captain called him? Bill. 
He sang another verse of the song. While it sounded upbeat in melody the words were melancholy. His voice, strong and clear.
Of course it was as beautiful as his face. 
You closed your eyes listening to the song as it morphed into another tune then another after that. 
You had drifted into some fantasy in your head, dreaming of joining along with them, standing on deck by their sides. Then the shouting began.
Eyes popping open wildly you noticed how much the boat had started to sway dangerously close to the water, back and forth. Pummeled by wave after wave. 
It had been a steady stream of movement before but now it picked up erratically , as if out of nowhere. Calls of the men to one another became harder and harder to hear as the wind and ocean drowned out all sound.
A small gap lay between the edge of the boat and the deck and if you could just peer into it you could see what was happening.
The captains voice called out, shouting orders and it didn’t escape your notice the slight frantic tone to it. Another wave struck the side of the ship, it groaned as it tilted to the side.
Hoisting yourself as best you could to the lip of the opening, catching feet running past. The fisherman had begun to move into the most sheltered areas, but water quickly claimed anything that wasn’t tied down.
“Smith make sure the cargo is secure!” At that you noticed a smaller man, no, a young boy running towards one of the large wooden crates that was sliding freely across the deck. 
He couldn’t be over the age of 17. Lean and much less experienced than the other men aboard.
He struggled with the ropes, hands slipping and losing balance frequently.
“Hold on!” Bill had shouted, pushing off from where he’d been holding tight to the stairs leading to the wheelhouse. Rushing over to help the boy. 
“Everyone else below deck! Hold onto something!” The captain screamed against the whipping wind as another wave sprayed mist, blanketing the already slippery deck surface. 
Bill had helped secure the crate, wedging it between two others and tying an intricate knot to hold them firmly. Smith had tied one of the other loose boxes down.
“Smith, Billy, get the hell inside!” The boat creaked and shuddered at the onslaught of waves. The water seemed more white and rushing as the waves crested higher around then. 
The two had started making their way back to the safety underneath until Smith lost his footing, sliding, knees hitting the decks surface with a crack. 
Billy turned, seeing the boy barely able to stand, running back towards him. Another wall of water crashed into the vessel knocking them both off kilter.
You saw one of the crates break free, the one the boy had tied down, apparently not good enough. Billy had seen it too, as the large object moved with deadly speed towards the young boy.
You wanted to scream to look out, noticing another rogue wave gearing up, moving towards the boat like a shark to an unsuspecting guppy.
The crate sped towards Smith but Billy rushed forward, pushing the boy with all his might, sending him sprawling backwards into a pile of ropes on deck.
Why happened next felt like it moved in slow motion to you. 
The full blunt force of the crate hit Bill head on, knocking the wind out of him. Then the largest wave you’d seen yet smashed into the side of the boat, swirling across the deck and taking the box and Billy with it over the side.
Pulling back just in time from the gap you’d been looking through, you watched him soar past you into the frothy mixture of sea below. The cargo box had struck him dead center of his chest, pushing him into the drink like an anchor of its own.
A high pitched ringing sounded in your ears, the shouts from the men above seemed so far away. And then you were jumping into the murky deep yourself.
It was so dark and so cold. Even for you. You couldn’t imagine what it felt like to be a human, to have the air ripped from your lungs. 
Your tail propelled you forward, the ache in your limbs from your earlier swim long forgotten. Pushing faster and faster. The white of his shirt and the light color of his skin was all you could see.
He would surely die if you didn’t get to him. His eyes were closed, bubbles leaving his lips, the box crushing him as they both plummeted to the ocean floor.
With some unknown strength you managed to get close enough to him to grasp his shirt, taking hold of him arm and pulling with all your might. Your fingers and muscles screamed in retaliation.
Panicking, wondering if this would be a fruitless effort. The man you’d been entranced with for months, dead because you’d failed. The ocean had failed you. 
But then you got purchase on his torso, tearing him free from the crate that continued its downward descent. Rushing you both towards the surface as fast as you could.
Everything was black, until it wasn’t. Breaking free of the surface and somehow managing to hold him upright, his head slung off to the side. 
Pushing the soaked-through strands of hair away from his face, wondering if he was breathing. How did you get him to breathe?
None of that would matter if you both didn’t get out of this storm. The fishing boat was so far away now. Shrinking in the distance, further and further away. 
So you turned tail and did all that you could. Start swimming you both to shore.
It took hours to get back. The storm splashing water into both your faces, struggling to keep him above the surface. It had felt so much faster when you could dive underwater and just swim.
His eyes remained shut, maybe he was already dead. Why did that thought cause a huge knot in your throat? 
You barely even knew him. He’d been a pretty surface dweller that captured your attention and nothing more.
Arranging his body to drape an arm over your shoulder to keep him from slipping you pressed your face into his neck. 
Hoping to get a better hold of him, but then you felt that fluttering of a pulse right by his jaw. He was alive.
Relief washed over you just like the waves that surrounded the two of you. A renewed strength entering your bones. Pushing forward, knowing it wasn’t all for nothing. You wouldn’t let it be.
You could cry at the sight of land. Then a few tears did escape when you tossed both your bodies onto the shore. Sand caking to your skin and hair, seaweed clinging to one of Billy’s legs.
It felt like the muscle in your chest would explode. Either out of pride that you’d done it, or the tiredness because…you’d done it. 
Regardless you both were on land. You’d saved him. You watched his chest rise and fall. Water dribbling out of his mouth at the corners. 
You wanted to do something else, help him somehow but you were just so tired. Your heart raced as you reached out and touched his hand. It was so cold.
The ocean had been frigid, but where one of his boots slipped off, there didn’t seem to be any sign that something was amiss. 
Crawling across the sand until you were right next to him, huddling closer, hoping your warmth would seep into him. Heal him in some foreign way you weren’t privy to.
As you rested your head on your arm, gazing up at him, wondering what had brought you to this moment. When your sisters heard about this…that you’d rescued a human-
Your older sister would disown you. You’d probably be a hero to the younger one. You huffed out a laugh as best you could at that. 
Then a sudden shift and you heard him make a noise. You froze in place. It sounded like a groan but then he went still again. You let out the breath you didn’t realize you’d been holding.
Returning to look upon him, your fingers itched to touch his face. To feel the scratch of his scruff against the soft pads on your hands. To wipe the salty water from his brow.
Raising a hand to hover it over him. Why were you shaking? 
Smoothing back a few locks of his hair, enjoying how they felt between your fingers. You couldn’t help but wonder how they felt dry. Letting your hand graze further down, drawing a line along the length of his nose.
His skin was smooth, unmarred from scars or blemishes. The tantalizing brush of hair that coated his face danced along your nerve endings.
You yearned to know what he smelled like when he wasn’t coated in saltwater. Your eyes drifted down following your hand. On his neck the steady thrum of a pulse set your mind at ease.
His shirt had been torn, buttons ripped away from when you pulled him free of the crate. The smooth plane of his chest was on display for you freely. 
Touching him was intoxicating. Hand pressed to the center of his chest where his heart beat, the only feeling of warmth in the center, hopefully spreading to the rest of his body.
You watched your hand on his chest, rising and falling rhythmically. Unable to believe you were even touching him. Entranced by the movement. Up. Down.
“Billy.” You said aloud, enjoying the taste of it on your tongue. Feeling his heart steady and constant beneath your fingertips.
You could fall asleep, the tiredness setting in as the adrenaline wore off. Heavy lidded eyes moved from your hand on his chest drifting lazily back up to his face.
Where his eyes were open. 
Icy fear shot through your entire body, pulling your hand away immediately like it’d been electrocuted. 
Moving as fast as your poor body would take you, sand spraying in your wake as you dove back into the water, disappearing beneath the surface once more.
Billy had pushed up from where he lay, flexing his hands experimentally, dragging one over his face. Fists rubbing into his eyes as he blinked out towards the water.
He should be dead. But he wasn’t. Maybe he had died for a moment because what he had just seen…no one would believe him. 
Swallowed too much seawater they’d say. Except for maybe Frank. He’d been on these waters for far longer than all of them. Seen so many things. 
A soft splash and rivulets of water shot into the air followed by a glistening green tail, breaking the now calmed waters surface. 
So it was real.
He was alive. A mermaid had saved him.
You swam far enough out that you were sure he couldn’t see you in the inky black night, but your enhanced vision allowed you to see him.
He remained seated on the beach, staring out at the water. But not just at the water, it seemed, it felt, like he was looking right at you. 
And so you looked back. Certain all he saw was darkness and yet it felt comforting, exhilarating even, to see and be seen. 
Maybe this is all it was. And maybe it was something more.
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🤍The best look he's ever had🤍
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Billy Russo Drabble
This was my favorite one to write and I hope you guys like it! This man holds a special place in my heart. Which may be slightly concerning. 🤔
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Also saw these great dividers by @moonstrider9904 and could not resist using them.
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“Hey babe get over here I need warmth!” You yelled across your small apartment for your boyfriend.
While waiting for him to shuffle over, you divert your attention back to your buffering screen.
“Baaaaaaaabe!” You shouted louder. “Get up! You can sleep while we’re cuddling!”
“The wifi out again?” You smiled at his tired New York accent and watched as he walked into the room. The two of you had been together for about a year now, and since getting out of the Marines, Bill had been trying to start his own company. Although as of now it mainly consisted of him emailing potential investors and doing research.
“Yeah, I can’t finish my stupid essay.” You flopped your head on the couch’s armrest and gave your fiancé an inside down smile.
“What’s this one about?” He asked striding over to the router and picking up his laptop as he went.
“They want me to analyze this stuffy text from god knows when.” You aggressively taped your mouse pad in an attempt to reload the page. “Although I don’t know why I need to know about the gold rush when I’m a nursing major. These stupid Gen Ed courses are so boring!”
He snorted at your response while turning the magic wifi box on and off again. “Work now?” He looked up at you expectantly.
You glared at the slow circle on your screen as it continued to swirl, but cheered as it finally loaded. “Yes!”
Billy laughed as he collapsed next to you on the worn couch. “This is why I went into the Marines.” He teased. “When’s this thing due anyways?”
“Tonight.” You said, with a shrug.
He raised an eyebrow at you that you didn’t notice. “And you’re only starting it now?”
“Don’t judge me Bill! I had better things to do, like memorizing different respiratory diseases and getting ready to take my pathophysiology exam.”
You got up from your seat and moved to sit in between his legs. “By the way, what do you know about the gold rush? All I know is that there was gold involved.”
“Gold in the gold rush?” He asked with a laugh. “That’s news to me.”
“Keep pushing me and I will get another cat.” You playfully threatened while scanning the 13 page article.
You felt yourself relax as he started to run his fingers gently through your hair.
“Please don’t. The demon spawn has just now stopped clawing out cabinets.”
“His name is Simba.” You deadpanned. “And I think he needs another brother.”
“Not happening.” He leaned over to kiss you gently on your forehead. “Maybe a dog.”
Your eyes shot open at that and you twirled to look at him. “Really? Because there’s this Pittie mix I saw at the shelter I’ve been looking at. He and his sister were taken in from a dog fighting ring.” You batted your eyes at him and poured.
“We’re not getting two dogs babe.”
But you only smiled. He wear down eventually.
One week later there were two more animals running around your apartment and your fiancé had already sent 20 pictures to his friend Frank.
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