#This is for you

[wolfythewitch]

Joseph's brothers would have sold him to One Direction

[beary-eyed]

Everyones favourite manwhore

[mushiemadarame]

⇢ and i'm about to punch you in the face about it (Love For Love’s Sake, EP04, GagaOOLala version)

[sigurism]

@hoppkorv, thank you.

Bob Dylan as Alias Pat Garrett & Billy the Kid Dir: Sam Peckinpah

[becauseicantthinkwritings]

Teeth

Part 4!

Werepanther! Billy Russo x Female Reader

Masterlist

Oh, @marvelmusing, I bet you thought that was the last of it...

Warnings: heavy voyeurism, smut, hints of angst.

B.Russo.

That's what he'd written on the scrap of paper. What was the 'B' for?

Probably Big cock because honestly, even though you had resisted temptation and not looked, his entire vibe expressed in detail how big his dick probably was.

He was... really something. His entire aura made you want to curl up beside him, have him hold you protectively while you slept. You just wanted to touch him, and keep touching him, and maybe kiss him if he wanted.

The memory of some of your dreams of him come to mind, they'd been eerily vivid, slow kisses and eager touches and words that you couldn't remember but the feeling of hearing them was seared into you.

Fuck, you might like him a little more than you expected.

You wanted to text him, maybe send him a message, but you were so trapped by fear.

What if he hadn't meant it like that? Maybe this was just for emergencies, and he would find you annoying if you tried. Maybe he found you annoying enough already.

You sigh, putting your phone down.

Where had that sarcastic girl inside of you gone? The one that had sassed a serial killer who was about to end her?

You'd felt yourself change so much after that experience, scared of the world around you, and you missed her, you missed the person that you used to be.

She wouldn't have had any problems asking a hot guy his name.

Then again, William wasn't just any hot guy, he was still a client, and you definitely should not get involved.

He was probably just extending a courtesy to you anyway.

.

It was annoying how much he found himself staring at his phone.

Fuck. Had he come on too strong?

He rubs a tired hand over his face, exhausted.

The predator was scratching at the inside of his mind endlessly, turning his brain to shreds. Demanding he go to her, demanding he find her, and kiss her, and pick her up, seat her soft body on his, feel the heat of her arousal between her thighs-

His phone rings.

Fuck.

Truly, everything was so tedious now, mind-numbingly boring. He no longer wanted to spend long hours at the office, sacrificing his personal time for work, he wanted you. He wanted an existence, where he could go home to you, crawl into bed beside you, rest his body beside yours, stay there beside you until he rots, leaving only your bones and his together, a lifetime of eternal peace.

He blinks, realises how insane his thoughts are.

He didn't know the first thing about you.

No, that wasn't true, he knew lots, he knew how you laughed and he knew the sound of your voice and the scent of your skin and there was a million more things to learn and he wanted to know them all.

.

"Surprise!" Dani exclaims as you open the door to her.

You laugh in amusement, unable to see much of her face through the magnificently large palm plant in her hands.

"How on earth are you holding on to that? It's fucking huge." You say, stepping aside to let her in.

"I'm strong, I get by." She replies easily, moving to place the plant by your nearest window.

You watch her, as you close the front door.

She grabs at the heavy curtains, pulling them aside to let some sunlight in.

"Oh, this place is awesome, I love the little balcony." She comments, staring out of the windows.

You grin.

"Thanks, honestly, I don't go out there much." Or even open your curtains, but you'd definitely have to have some sunlight come in now for your new plant friend.

"Can I?" She asks, and waits for your nod of approval before pulling the glass door open.

The cool air of the morning spills in, you find yourself liking it, appreciating new things about your new apartment.

Truthfully, having the windows open made you a little bit on edge, you didn't know who would be able to look in, and it paired oddly with your feeling of constantly being watched.

Outside certainly wasn't too bad though, as you inched closer to the window, you found that you could see a little into the house next door, a kitchen area and a little bit of a sitting area, with a cute fireplace.

This was his house, you realise with abject facination.

"Who's house?" Dani asks, pulling you out of your thoughts.

"Uh, the guy I was telling you about, who helped me with my bags the other day."

"Big dick Russo?"

You smile.

"Yeah, him."

"Hmm, nice place." She comments, moving away from the window.

When your second friend arrives, she brings a jar of cacao nibs and a crate of strawberries.

You happily thank Amy, washing some of the strawberries and settling into the couch to enjoy them.

You'd been friends with Dani and Amy for a lot of your life, and you'd come a long way with them. They were both there that night, you'd been trying to keep them safe when you'd taken off running.

You remember the aftermath, stumbling back toward the sound of their voices calling your name, trying to explain to them, with barely any breath left in your lungs, what had happened.

They hadn't left you alone for even a second that night, at least one of them in sight at all times.

If it weren't for them, the aftermath would have decimated you.

You curl up happily with your strawberries, listening to their little updates.

You smile when Dani turns her concerned eyes to you, she asks how you've been sleeping.

"Actually a lot better here. I feel surprisingly safe."

She nods in understanding.

"Yeah, the doorman looked at me so suspiciously it was almost funny. If you didn't call ahead, he might have kicked me out."

You smile, nodding.

"No more surprise birthday parties for me."

"Well, I can always seduce him into letting me in." She says with a shrug of her shoulder, earning a laugh from you.

Amy, who has been making herself a cup of tea, squeaks loudly.

You spin to look at her, her eyes open comically wide, hands clamped over her mouth as she stares out the open door to the balcony.

"Oh my god, what?" Dani says, standing suddenly to move to another window, parting the curtains slightly to look out.

She looks for a second, eyes scanning the area in confusion, before her mouth drops open.

"What?" you say moving to take a peek over her shoulder.

At first you don't see it, you don't know where to look, your first thought was something on the roof of the next building or maybe the ground below, before movement in the opposite window catches your eye.

Your mouth goes dry.

His hair is wet, fresh from a shower, his torso is bare. You blink, trying to double check that he was in fact there, in his kitchen, half-naked after a shower, a towel wrapped around his hips.

He reaches into one of the taller cupboards, grabbing a mug, the muscles of his back flexing as he closes the cupboard door.

Your body tingles at the sight of him. You watch him scratch the corner of his lip absentmindedly as he checks his phone, turning away to disappear deeper into his home where you can't see.

"Jesus Christ." Dani whispers, reminding you that she was there, a small frown forming on your face as you realise that you're not the only one admiring him.

"We shouldn't be watching him." You try to say, looking at Amy, who does not draw her eyes away from the window.

Dani's gasp pulls your attention, and you try to peek over her shoulder once more.

His hair is askew, his body a little less wet now, black boxers replacing the towel on his hips.

"That's a big dick for sure." Dani whispers.

"Stop. Enough." You say with finality, reaching around her to shut the curtains in her face.

You close in the balcony door next, avoiding looking over as you draw the curtains shut.

Everyone is silent for a moment, before Amy says your name.

"Please send him a text." She says, with pleading eyes.

You let out a little huff.

.

There's a fascination for him that does not leave you, and when you find him in your dreams later that night, you make sure to express all your pent up frustrations very clearly.

He's standing in your living room, studying the little palm tree. He turns to you with a smile when he senses you approaching.

You are not smiling.

Hands gripping his wrists, you pull at him, almost angry in your feverish movements.

He looks stunned when you push him to a sitting position on your couch.

You're still in your vintage night dress, all soft fabrics and little bows, you raise the hem, sliding yourself onto his lap easily.

He's still looking at you with surprised eyes, he doesn't know what's brought this on but he does not want to stop it in any way.

"What will it take to make you mine?" You whisper, leaning into him. His eyebrows draw together, confused.

"I already am." he answers easily, just as your noses brush.

"I wish you were," you say harshly against his mouth, "I wish you knew how badly I want you."

"I was made for you." He confesses, a promise against your lips as his fingers secure themselves to the spot behind your neck, pulling you in.

Your mouths meld together, a blissful sigh from each mouth.

Your body calls out to him, empty, aching.

You take his free hand, guiding it slowly over your thigh, so that he touches the spot right over your womb.

"I need you right here." You gasp into his mouth, and you feel his fingers tighten reflexively on the back of your neck.

He says your name, a whispered prayer.

"Please. I'm so tired of being empty." You plead, ready to beg if he would just give you what you crave.

"I'm right here," he promises, hands caressing either side of your face, kissing your lips one more time for good measure.

"And I'm not going anywhere."

When you wake, it's with a sad sigh.

It's odd, to be this disastrously needy, and yet feel an ache in your chest like never before.

You strip your nightdress off, your body exposed to the cool air of your room, only your underwear on to shield you from what you're about to do next.

You're not thinking when you pull your bedroom curtains open, all you want, is for him to see.

It doesn't matter that he's a stranger, or that he's a client. In the dark of the night, with the moonlight streaming in, all you want him to be, is yours.

.

He isn't expecting it.

So when he moves to his windows to check for movement, he doesn't think it's real.

For a moment, he thinks he might still be dreaming.

But no.

There you are.

Your curtains parted, and he can see right into your bedroom, the moonlight soft on your gorgeous skin.

You writhe on your sheets, one hand on your breast, the other- he swallows- the other under the lining of your panties.

You were playing with yourself.

His heart hammers in his head, the predator roars.

He watches, it doesn't take much for you to come, back arching, quiet gasps, trembling thighs.

Your chest heaves as you try to suck in air. He wishes he was in the room with you. The scent of your cunt must be filling the room by now, despite the flimsy piece of fabric between your thighs.

What were you thinking about? Was it him?

You tug your fingers out of your underwear, his mouth waters at the sight of your glistening fingers.

He groans, backs away from the windows so that his silhouette isn't visible. Watches you close the curtains, and disappear from his view.

It's well into the morning, long after he's been awake, after his Sunday morning run, he's standing in his kitchen, blending a smoothie, when his phone goes off, a little picture display telling him exactly who it is.

'What's the 'B' in your name stand for?'

Billy smiles.

.

.

.

[tsireyqs]

only angel ☆

pairing: jake sully x afab! reader

warnings: subby! jake, jealous & possessive reader, thigh riding, hand job, smacking, hmmm calling jake a bitch ☝🏼, and i think that's about it bffs

a/n: this baby's short and sweet :) now posting then dipping..... bye!

your name is like a prayer, begging for mercy that leaves jake’s lips. ears drooped down and his chest heaves as he watches you. your hips grind against his toned thigh, your slick coating his skin and all he can do is admire you. his hands are bound behind his back to keep him from touching you and your mouth falls into a harsh line when you see his arms flex to pull from the hold.

you pinch his arm and hiss, “foolish man, haven’t you learned?” 

jake whimpers in response, dropping his head down into your shoulder. you still the movements of your hips when he mutters something incoherent into your neck.

tugging on his braid before you grab his face and dig your fingers into his jaw, “you know i don’t like it when you mumble,” your voice is laced with malice and jake flutters his eyes shut, brows pinched in need. you tighten your hold, using your other hand to pinch the underside of his cock. “and look at me when i’m talking to you.”

his eyes bore into yours and he felt as if he was about to crumble from the intensity in yours. he suddenly becomes hyper aware of the feeling of your wet cunt on his thigh and his cock twitches against his stomach. “wanna touch you, baby, please. need you so bad,” he cries out. 

“should’ve thought about that before you let that girl flirt with you,” you rock your hips slowly, nipping at the cartilage of his ear. “what would she think, hm? seeing you so desperate for me,”

his thigh flexes under you, making you jolt from the stimulation on your clit. your hand keeps a loose grip around his neck and the other holds the base of his cock. you drag your nail along the underside of his length, thumbing at the leaky tip. 

he watches as you tug at his cock, eyes hooded and his mouth parts. his fangs peek over his lips and he bites down harshly. he wanted nothing more than to lay you down and let you use his mouth to show you how sorry he was. but he couldn’t. 

he had to sit there and take in the agonizing pace of your hand around his cock and appreciate the way your pussy flutters on his thigh. 

you move your hand from his neck to cradle his jaw, pressing your forehead against his as the coil in your tummy dwindles. jake draws in a sharp breath when the pace of your hand quicken and he chases your lips when you kiss the corner of his mouth. he gently bounces his thigh under you and whines, “m’gonna cum, baby. please, please let me cum,” 

your lips place a chaste kiss to his lips and you pant against mouth, “if only she could see how much of a needy bitch you are,” with labored breaths, you finally capture your lips with his— tilting your head to slide your tongue between his lips. 

“you’re mine,” the words are nearly inaudible as you mumble them into his mouth, “mine to use. only i can make you feel this way, do you understand?”

jake nods feverishly into the kiss and his mind is hazy, toeing the edge of his release. he can feel the tears well up in the corners of his eyes and his chest heaves against yours.

you smack his cheek in response, “i wanna hear you say it.”

“i understand,” he babbles, “i’m yours, only yours. i need t’cum so bad, baby, it hurts,”

you smile against his lips and place a final peck to his lips before you whisper, “cum then.”

[nanamis-bigtie]

the most slutty thing a man can do is rolling sleeves up and loosening his tie

[thissortofsorcery]

Billy wakes up all at once. His first instinct is to control his breathing, pretend he’s still asleep. He’s pretty sure he just heard the door to his room open, and there it is, the sound of it creaking closed again. Something about it is off, but he can’t place it.

There’s someone in his room. He can hear the footsteps nearing the bed, soft, and Billy’s just waiting for it- Any minute now his dad is gonna yank him up by his hair-

“Billy? Did I wake you up?” It’s Steve. It’s Steve’s soft, worried voice beside the bed, because he’s in the bedroom he shares with Steve, in the apartment he shares with Steve, all the way in Santa Monica, and he’s twenty years old, not seventeen anymore.

Billy’s whole body relaxes, sagging on the bed, and he rubs a shaking hand on his face.

“It’s okay,” Billy says.

Steve swears under his breath and climbs on the bed, wrapping both his arms around Billy and burying his nose in Billy’s hair.

“Sorry, baby,” Steve says, and kisses his forehead. “I just went to the bathroom.”

“It’s okay,” Billy says again.

It’s so easy to melt into Steve, to rub his face into Steve’s collarbone and smell his skin, to let the feeling of him wash away every bad feeling, every bad thought in his head. In this bed, in this room, there’s only ever been Billy and Steve, and how much they love each other. How safe Steve makes Billy feel.

Steve runs his fingers up and down Billy’s spine, making his skin tingle. Billy lets out a long groan.

“Think you can go back to sleep?” Steve asks in his ear, pressing impossibly closer. It already feels like they’re fusing together.

“Think so,” Billy mumbles. To be honest, his eyes are already halfway closed, and he’s listening to Steve’s steady heartbeat, and the rhythmic feeling of Steve’s nails on his back is incredibly soothing. “I love you.”

“Love you too,” Steve whispers back. “I’ll be here.”

Billy means to say something back, but whatever it is is lost to sleep. He dreams of Steve.

[ecstarry]

@jegulus-microfic / essential / 176 words / cw: angst, hurt no comfort

James,

I wonder if you regret it. If you regret me. If you regret that there was first a 'you' and then and a 'me', that it turned into an 'us'. But now your name and mine together evokes something unpleasant. 

I’m sorry for the part I played. I was so happy that I even had a role in your story, I would’ve been content with a character that showed up in one chapter and left as you continued. But I was greedy, I learned what being more than a side character in your life was and I wanted it. I wanted you.

I will be waiting, patiently, for the day that you trust my heart again. We have a lifetime ahead of us, and I will continue to love you. Hopefully, one day, you will have faith in my feelings and know they are true. 

Right now, I am simply grateful you haven’t left. I don’t ever want you to leave my story. You have become an essential part of it.

Love,

Regulus

[its-just-hyper]

@septicake (click for better quality)

[heyitskoye]

Magtober day 26 (oops) - crossover - tma x witch hat atelier!!

As someone with a really messy and rough artstyle, doing smooth lineart was a big challenge but I like to think I did Kamome Shiramaha some justice (at least a little bit)

[w4yf1nder]

listen. ayato with a s/o that enjoys reading. (are you hooked yet?)

the yashiro commissioner doesn't usually have the time to partake in frivolities such as reading (although he doesn't consider them to be frivolities as such, there is more important work to be done). he usually indulges you in your little discussons about whatever it is that you've busied yourself with reading these past couple of days though.

and sometimes he invites you to his chambers when he's not busy and pulls you out into the garden.

it really is a sight for sore eyes, his pristine white clothes stained by dirt, he smells just like summer rain with his head on your lap and you sound beautiful as you read to him.

he enjoys the pauses in between too, it's as if you're waiting for him to speak. as if you're asking, "what did you think?"

"that was a good one." he'd say, after a few seconds of contemplation with his eyes closed.

"you said that about the last one too!" you whine and he can't help the little smile that creeps up his lips.

"well, that one was good too."

his words are followed with another series of whines and he can't help the chuckle that spills from his lips.

oh, how he loves teasing you.

you both sit in silence for a while and you wonder what ayato is thinking but don't feel the need to ask.

"i think i'd enjoy it more if it was written by you, though." he says suddenly.

———

consider also, alhaitham.

he is familiar with literature from all over teyvat and he often finds himself lending you his books (and if he can trust you with his books you know that he can trust you with his heart). speaking of heart, he pours it all into his books.

it's in every page, in every word lovingly scrawled into the margins, drawing your attention subtly (much like he does). his words spill through the corners, he has so much to say and so little space but it warms your heart everytime you see the words getting smaller to fit into the page (but never quite fitting anyway).

you asked about it once.

he didn't seem like the kind of man that would ruin the sanctity of a book with his own hands.

and he said that he did it for you. because he knows that with you his thoughts would be understood and respected.

and so you gave him a notebook to fill to the brim with his thoughts (if he so pleased) and he returned it to you a few weeks later. the notebook is already a little worn out (but not too much) and each page is filled with his thoughts.

and you.

(who resides in them).

[hersurvival]

Girls are never named on a whim,

There is no vagrancy involved within the decision.

For in dreams and subliminal messaging,

The spirits lend a guiding hand

To grant a girl a word of her own.

Beyond the composition of letters is a story,

Is an inspiration, a meaning.

And it's foolish to assume any girl you encounter

Is less than exactly what the cosmic forces

Envisioned.

As girls become women,

They may find a new word, a better fit.

But this, too, was predestined in the heavens

For a girl herself is divine intervention.

(Take a girl I know, who's name she deeply dislikes,

Despite it being said she's a great queen.

These days she has chosen to go by Flame

And I've never known a brighter, more powerful being.)

@nosebleedclub April 2nd - Girl Names

[jyngerpeach]

Well... I said I was gonna do it, and I'm nothing if not persistent. Gingerbread St. Patrick's!