#big ouch for billie though

[its-a-humanriot]

for Billie - what it would take for you to lose trust in someone you call a friend?

"Jeez, starting on a tough one, huh?" She smiles for a moment in a way that doesn't reach her eyes and fades quickly, and she looks away. "I guess...when they do something to make you see you can no longer count on them. If they lie to you for their own interests and let you down when you need them the most." When Billie turns back, the smile is back, but it's faint and sad. "Something I have experience with, unfortunately."

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[sethcertified]

hello! how are you doing today?

can i request stu macher and billy loomis with a reader who’s love language is giving gifts? specifically they hand make gifts for every little occasion or just because they feel like it, but feel guilty if they get gifts themselves? thank you :)

「 LAME ! 」 . . . 📂

scream : billy loomis, stu macher

w.c : 733

⊹˚.⋆ synopsis . . . You give your first gift to Billy and Stu… except you’re a total nervous wreck about it.

⊹˚.⋆ starring . . . billy loomis, stu macher, & implied!male reader

What were you doing?

You asked yourself that a million times now as you made your way back to Billy’s house. It wasn’t any special occasion. It wasn’t even a holiday! Yet, there you were, outside Billy Loomis’s door, gift in hand.

God, you were lame.

You stifled a groan as you stared at the friendship bracelets you had made for Stu, Billy, and yourself. The teasing from them would be endless! Stu would probably love the gift, show it off to everyone. And.. threaten anybody who dared to make fun of you for making the bracelets, saying how much of a queer you are or something stupid.

But Billy..?

Would he even wear it? All your efforts into making the bracelets? Wasted..?

Before knocking on his door, you paused and looked down and just… stared. Rethinking your life choices; however, was interrupted by a certain loud mouthed boy swinging Billy’s front door open.

“Is that [Y/N], I see?!” Stu exclaimed teasingly. He slung his large arm around your tense shoulders, “I was just thinking about you.”

“Hi, Stu.” You said as you hid the bracelets clutched in your hand as quickly as possible. Stu was more perceptive than a lot of people took him for. And pushy. And nosy. Not a good combo when trying to hide something from him.

However, not quick enough for Stu not to notice. He was practically breathing down your neck trying to catch a glimpse of whatever was hidden in your clutches.

“What’s that?” He asked, eyeing you, trying to draw out your secrets with that look in his eyes. That puppy dog look.. Christ.

Desperate to hide the flustered expression covering your face, you played his question off, “What’s what?”

“Whatever is in your hands.” He said quickly.

Caught red handed. Ouch. Your flustered expression dropped into a frown. There was no backtracking now. Stu wasn’t who you were worried about anyways.

“It’s for you and Billy..” You admitted.

Stu was quick to wrap his long limbs around your torso in delight. His hold was tight. Too tight. However, it was impossible not to melt into his grip. He was albeit a big, sometimes scary, teddy bear. One of the cheap ones from the fair though, you thought with a snort. Not stuffed enough, so it’s all lanky and saggy.

“Okay, don’t make it weird when we get in there. Billy doesn’t know.” You practically beg before reluctantly heading inside. Billy was in his room, lounging on his bed, watching some stupid horror flick. His dark eyes eyed Stu and you as you guys walked in. Suspicion— for obvious reasons. You looked like a nervous wreck, and Stu was bouncing on the balls of his feet behind you. Something was up, and it didn’t take a genius to see that.

“Hey guys,” he said coolly. You waved at him in return before climbing on to his bed. The three of you sat in a small circle, and you never regretted your life choices more. It was far too late to turn back and run and pretend like you never got them the gift in the first place.

Preparing yourself for humiliation, you ripped the bandaid off. “Okay, even if you hate this, please save me the embarrassment, and don’t make this weird. Just pretend it never happened, got it?” The two nodded. Billy— in confusion. Stu— in excitement. You unclench your fist to reveal three bracelets. Matching, too.

“I- uh. Well- tada??” You said awkwardly before shoving the bracelets in their hands, eager to get rid of them.

As you thought, Stu was like a kid in a candy shop. His smile beamed at you, easing your discomfort. Billy observed the little bracelet before carefully sliding it onto his wrist. You watched in anticipation.

“It’s cute,” he remarked gently. His hand cupped yours as he slid your bracelet on your wrist.

“I’m glad you guys like them,” you said eagerly, “I’ve been wanting to get you guys things for ages, but I thought you guys would think I’m lame!”

“Already do,” Billy teased.

That same flustered expression came right back onto your face, but this time it didn’t feel so mortifying. Maybe being lame wasn’t so bad. Staring down at the matching bracelets on all three of your wrists, you couldn’t help but smile.

You really ought to make them more gifts in the future.

✎ notes . . . this kinda sucks so I’m sorry— still just trying to get back into the groove of writing, so pls give me a little bit of patience! but this was cute, so thank you for sending in the request <3

©️ sethcertified 2024

[deathsxdoll]

Final Agatha all along spoilers y'all!!

First of all, Alice???

Ome she's awake, and Rio??

Damn she's hot, lady death take me anytime.

Rio gigging and laughing.

No, Alice, don't cry girl....

Jen.....I'm so sorry....she's gone.....

Already got tears in my eyes girl. Does that mean cry count to 3?

Agathario moment.

The bodies are really piling up.

"You're a big girl" sjajsjks??

Agatha....don't cry....baby girl...

"Agatha's ex is death" yeah she is teen

"I can arrange that" oo girl

"and when I die, I don't wanna see your face" .....damn....

Oh fuck we stabbing things now, almost breaking the fourth wall.

Jen and teen friendship?

"Ouch"

"pls your last name is a vegetable" bahahah

Agatha falling over their shoes.

Girly get your magic back.

Oh fuck she's pissed. Get mad at me too.

Oh shit, the body bags, the last trial! Oooo!

"don't steal her struggle"

"my basement"

The way she's just sitting in the bag and not really getting up at first. And ooh she found her emotional support locket.

"I'll be damned if I let you two idiots die" get em Jen!

Agatha bound Jen???

"Jen, that is my hair"

"ooo atta girl, say it like you mean it"

Jen has her magic!!!!!!! Ooooh pink yessss girly let it all out.

Jen....no!!! Jen.....Jen......

Crying again.

If Agatha does I will sob

"no billy, sometimes....boys die..."

The locket again....

The plants growing.....

Rio!!!

"congratulations my love!"

"you're coming with me!"

God, Rios evil laugh is everything!

"and you loved me! You are a coward!"

"why don't you want me?!" Pls I'm gonna cry

Oh shit she got launched!

Billy!! He made it!!

"you look good, you don't!"

She got her purple back!!

She stopped the magic!

Rios powerful as all hell though

Agatha/teen friendship...

"it should be me..."

Noooo plsss Agatha plsss no

"you're the only one who thinks so"

Crying again, so being even.

"what can I say, I'm a covenless witch"

"is this how Nicky died....." Oh my lord...

Well....we got the kiss.....

Agatha..........noooo.......my love....

Sobbing sobbing

Rio with the skull is hot tho

But I'm sobbing sobbing sobbing sobbing...

I'm mentally not going to be okay for the next few business days...

Episode 9 now

Agatha Rio flashback

"Pls my love, please let him live"

"I can offer only time"

Nicky, omg their son, "you I made from scratch"

Agatha as a mom....omg I'm still sobbing....

Nikolas scratch.... Omg I'm gonna sob...

And then she stole their powers I assume.

"mama, why do you kill witches?" He's so innocent.

"use your purple"

Down down down the road.

Rios back for nicky.....noooo....she's taking him away....

Sobbing, once again....

I'm not having fun right now...

Agathas original coven...

She of course steals their power, just like what she tried to do in the beginning.

And she keeps doing it, bringing more and more bodies.

The outfits ate though...

I miss them all already...

Agatha ghost!!! Omggggg Agatha! I don't have to sob!

"the road wasn't real until you made it real"

"yes the gardening lady" plsss she still doesn't use her name.

Also I see the trans lives matter flag

And Jen! Jen!! Jen!!! She lives!!!

The way Agatha's following him haha

"I'm banishing you" no billy don't you dare do that.

Awwwww......she got her locket back....

"when you say things like that, you remind me of him"

The names in the floor.... One door closes and another one opens...

Let's go find tommy!! The adventures of Billy and ghost Agatha!

Thank y'all so much for sticking with me in these last few moments, and if you stuck this far down to read, I appreciate you more than you know. I will continue to update with fanfics, memes and whatever. But thank you for following my journey with me. While I document the show. I appreciate everybody I have made friends with in this community and I hope to make a lot more. Love y'all! 💜💚✨🫶

[onstrangerthighs]

Billy hadn’t been in this particular friend group for very long, but even he knew about Nancy and Steve’s Breakup. While he’d joined after it, from what he’d heard, it was the Breakup. At least for Steve.

It was mutual, both parties deciding they were better off as friends. Still, every time the rest of the group got together, the atmosphere itself seemed broken, too. Maybe it was because Steve had very clearly not moved on. Billy didn’t understand it, but then again, he’d never really been in love, or vice versa.

Being the new member, and an introvert slash selective extrovert, he always seemed to end up right next to a moping Steve. The scratchy silence was agonizing, especially during New Year’s Eve, for... reasons. Billy couldn’t complain, though. His painfully obvious and unrequited crush on Steve could not have come at a worse time. That’s the thing about romance, Billy groused silently, tearing his eyes away from Steve’s pretty face.

He was pretty sure everyone else knew. Everyone else except for him.

“Not a bad spread, eh, Pretty Boy?”

Steve startled out of his stupor, and nodded, grinning goofily at Billy. Perhaps he’d had too much to drink. For him to get honest-to-God shit-faced, would take an impressive amount of alcohol.

This just may be the only thing besides playing basketball in high school that they have in common. Oh, and the whole pining thing.

“You must think I’m pretty pathetic,” Steve burped, not even bothering to cover his mouth. Yep, he was on a bender.

Billy shrugged. “You miss Nancy,” he replied, and Steve shook his head fervently, burping again. “Am I wrong?”

“I hic miss Nancy, okay, yeah. But it’s... more than that. I’m happy that she’s happy, don’t get me wrong. I’m happy hic for her-”

Before he could stop himself, Billy interjected, “You don’t seem like you are.”

Steve blinked sluggishly, then snorted. “That obvious, huh?”

“A little.” Try a lot.

Bubbles shot out of Steve’s nose as he snorted into his empty wine glass. “Ouch.”

Well, you’ve done it. You’re about to get friend-dumped.

“Has anyone ever told you-”

“-how much of an ass I am? Ye-ah,” Billy sighed, starting to get up. As someone with a shit load of anxiety, he always noted where the exits and restrooms were, along with where he put his stuff, in case he needed to make an embarrassing escape.

Steve grabbed his wrist, and squeezed it greedily, like he was drowning and Billy’s the only thing closest to him to resemble a floatation device. Billy didn’t -couldn’t- pull away from him, or those big, brown voids on either side of Steve’s face. Weak even at his grown age.

“Steve... what... what are you doing?”

“Sit with me. Stay.” There was nothing but desperation and loneliness in his voice. “Please?”

“I don’t have to work until next week,” Billy joked weakly, allowing himself to be pulled back to the couch. So close to Steve and yet so far. This would be the closest he’d ever come to confessing that he’d always make time for Steve Harrington.

“I love... love,” Steve said, resting his head on Billy’s shoulder. Billy swallowed, hoping the older man couldn’t hear his rapidly beating heart.

“What?”

“Ya know... hic* love. I love... the feeling. The idea of it. Falling for someone. When Nancy and I were hic together-”

Billy couldn’t help but groan. He did and didn’t want to hear about his friends’ sex lives. Now might as well be the time to confess that he had a crush on Nancy, too. Well, not a crush, exactly, but... he felt something for her. He just wasn’t sure what to call it yet. Or maybe he didn’t want to accept that he c-worded not one, but two unobtainable people.

“I would... hic say “I love you” all hic the time, and Nancy would hic never say it back. I never understood why until now. I said it not hic hic just because hic I loved her, but... because I wanted her to stay with me. I was lonely. We both were. She’s so easy to fall in love with,” Steve said, a wistful look in his eyes.

“She is,” Billy agreed too quickly that he thanked fuck his companion was so out of it.

“I wasn’t willing to hic give, ya know? Nance gave and hic gave, and I just... hic couldn’t hic figure out how hic to give hic her what hic she hic deserved. I hic guess it’s hic hereditary. I really hic hic mean hic it, I’m hic -appy for her.”

For the first time, Billy believed him. He set down his beer and squeezed Steve’s slightly larger hand. Steve gasped, and returned the squeeze. Warmth filled Billy like someone lit a fire up his ass, and he bit clean through his bottom lip. Where was everyone else? Why couldn’t he notice anyone else right now... anyone else other than Steve?

“I’m just hic s-so hic hic lonely. Empty.” The sweaty hold he had on Billy’s hand tightened as he talked. Drunk Steve was everything Sober Steve couldn’t be. Vulnerable. Openly affectionate towards another man. With Billy of all people. So this was what it was like...

He rubbed his sore chest with his free hand, willing himself not to cry. Steve wouldn’t know it, but Billy and the audience would.

“Are hic you hic crying?” No mockery, no bullshit passed down from generation to generation about how “men don’t cry”.

“N-no,” Billy choked out.

Steve turned to him, expression sweeter than honey, and he began to wipe away Billy’s tears clumsily with his thumbs. Billy was so dumbstruck, he forgot to flinch. No one ever got this close to him, to his face. The touch-starved blond cried even harder, digging his nails into his palm. Steve almost poked Billy’s eyes in a race to wipe away the rest of Billy’s tears. He wouldn’t stop staring! Billy tried to hide his face, but he couldn’t let go of Steve’s hand. He couldn’t stop leaning into the other hand cupping his wet cheek. He was completely and utterly fucked.

“Hey,” Steve muttered, burping in Billy’s face.

Ew. Just. Ew. “Hey, Pretty Boy.” Now his eyes were watering for a different reason. Again, thank fuck Shit-Faced Harrington was with him. With any luck, this would be a distant memory tomorrow. For both of them. And... for Eddie. Fucking Eddie Munson was counting down the seconds to New Year’s, and he had the stupidest smug grin on his face. “Shut up.”

“I didn’t say anything!”

“Shut the fuck up,” Billy groaned, rubbing his temples.

Five!

Four!

“I hope everyone’s got someone to-”

“EDDIE!” everyone yelled except Argyle and Jonathan, who were somehow more baked than the noisy guitarist.

Three!

Two!

“Billy? Don’t hate me for this,” Steve hiccupped.

“Wha-”

One!

He leaned in and kissed Billy so hard, the younger man fell onto his back, sinking into the cushions.

Everyone else was wrapped up in watching the ball drop, but the two dorks on the couch were still going at it.

The smart thing for Billy to do? Push Steve off and flee. After all, he was drunk. He didn’t know what he was doing... or who he was kissing. For all he knew, he was kissing Nancy. Someone he loved.

Tears threated to fall once more, and Billy whimpered. Like a fool, like a dog, he stayed put, even after Steve vomited all over him and then fell asleep.

Happy New Year.

[chrisbitchtree]

Today’s the day. Billy’s finally going to use the key Steve gave him. The one that’s been hanging on the novelty keychain Max brought him back from her trip to Arizona with her father last summer, unused despite Steve’s insistence that Billy go over and make himself comfortable, swim in the pool, have a glass of wine, use the ugly leather massage chair in the garage on the evenings Steve works late.

He knows it would make Steve happy if Billy does as he’s asked, but Billy doesn’t want to appear too eager to take advantage of what Steve’s offering. There are a lot of strings attached to dating an older guy, one with money, a lot of it, and Billy doesn’t want to get tied up in them and trip, so he usually lets Steve pick him up outside the fourth floor walk up he shares with his buddy Argyle or meets Steve at whatever bougie ass restaurant he’s chosen for the evening.

This afternoon though, he’s sore and tired after a morning spent working on cars in the garage he works at and closer to Steve’s place than his own after a meeting with the bank to discuss a loan for the auto repair shop he and Argyle are planning to open once they find the perfect location.

He calls Steve at his fancy downtown office to notify him of his plan, the smile in his voice coming through loud and clear as he thanks Billy for finally taking him up on this.

“I’m so glad, baby. You work so hard. You deserve to pamper yourself every once in a while. Maybe we can order in tonight and have a relaxing evening together.”

Billy wouldn’t exactly say that Steve bending him over the side of the ouch or over the kitchen counter and fucking him within an inch of his life is going to be relaxing, but it’ll sure feel good to have Steve pressed up against him, murmuring about how well he’s taking it and what a good boy he is, making Billy’s toes curl as he nails his prostate and tugs on his hair, sucking dark purple marks where his shoulder meets his neck.

Billy’s smile stretches wide as Argyle drops him off outside Steve’s home, whistling low as he takes in the grandeur of the expansive property. Billy will have to convince Steve to have a pool party sometime so Argyle and their other friends can take it all in.

He thanks Argyle and waves good bye, entering the security code at the gate and watching as they swing open to grant him access to this alternate reality he’s been floating in since he met Steve at a club five months ago when he’d complimented Steve’s dance moves and the other man had offered to buy him a drink, which had turned into two, then three, both Billy and Steve wandering away from their friends to a table for two before ending the night spooning, naked and sweaty in Steve’s king sized bed.

He silently notes, as he always does, how big and empty the house is. He’d questioned Steve on why he’d bought such a big home instead of a luxury apartment one of the first times Steve had him over, and Steve had told Billy about his childhood, spent with a series of nannies while his parents travelled for work.

Steve didn’t want that for himself. He wanted a big family, at least six kids, running around and filling his home with noise and life.

He’d also told Billy that he he wanted that with Billy, and that he’ll wait while Billy made his way in the world and establishes himself as a business owner, but Steve’s thirty five and knows what he wants someday. It’s something Billy wants too, a big family to love and care for, and he can’t believe he’s going to get to have it with Steve.

He’s had friends ask if he feels like he’s just another possession to Steve, a piece of ass to show off at parties and events, but that’s not the case at all. He knows that he and Steve are very different people living very different lives, but Steve’s never been anything other than interested in Billy’s career plan and goals, never looking down on him for wanting to open a garage and work on cars. It can feel scary at times, falling for someone so fast, especially since Billy’s only twenty four, but it just feels right. He knows they’ll have an amazing life together.

His first order of business is to pour himself a large glass of wine to drink while he takes a hot shower in the rainfall shower in Steve’s ensuite bathroom. The first time he’d been in there, he’d joked that the only thing that would improve the experience would be a wineglass holder. It was an offhand comment, but the next time he was there, he noticed that Steve had had two installed near the door.

He places his glass in one of them now before starting the water up, letting it get nice and hot while he grabs a thick, fluffy towel and the plush cream bathrobe Steve gifted him with a few weeks ago.

He takes a big sip from his glass of red, savouring the taste, miles away from the two buck chuck he and Argyle favoured at home. He’d brought Steve a bottle when the other man had argued that there was no way something that cheap could be good.

Steve hadn’t given in, insisting that it was subpar at best, but Billy had noticed more bottles of it finding a home next to Steve’s expensive collection of vintages. It was fun to see his world make its way into Steve’s, a little bit at a time.

Taking a second sip, he stands under the hot spray, letting it fall on his shoulders and loosen the muscles tensed and tightened from a hard day’s work.

Feeling relaxed from the water and the wine, he washes up, then dries himself off and wraps himself in the robe before falling into Steve’s bed for a nap. Cocooned in Egyptian cotton sheets and a heavy duvet, keeping him warm under the air conditioning pumping through the vents. Setting his alarm for an hour, he closes his eyes.

Feeling refreshed after his nap, he wakes to a text from Steve telling him that he should be home at about 6:30. It’s 5:45 now. He has a bit of time, so he formulates a plan.

Standing up, he stretches, then opens the drawer where Steve keeps the sex toys, and pulls out the lube and a medium sized plug. It’s nowhere as big as Steve, but it’ll save them some work when Steve arrives, allowing them to get to the main event quicker.

He squeezes some lube out, warming it on his fingers before reaching around himself and teasing his hole before slipping a finger in. He moans quietly, pretending it’s Steve’s long fingers instead of his own. He works himself up to three before sliding the plug into place.

He heads back to the kitchen and pours himself another glass of wine before walking through the French doors that lead to the pool.

He sets his glass of wine on the pool deck and arranges himself on a lounger, ass up and on display for Steve to feast on when he arrives. Checking his phone, he sees that it’s 6:15. It won’t be long now.

Crossing his arms under his head, he closes his eyes, letting the warmth of the sun soak into his skin as he waits. He’s starting to doze, fading in and out, when he hears a voice. For a quick second, he gets excited that Steve’s arrived early, but then he registers the fact that it’s a woman and what she’s saying.

He stands abruptly, knocking his wine glass over as she starts to shout.

“Steven, there’s a man, a naked man on your deck. Who is he? Are you aware that he’s there?”

He looks up at the woman on Steve’s balcony, noting the family resemblance as he stumbles around, feeling like a deer caught in headlights. Not how he wanted to meet Steve’s mom, but he guesses he has no choice now.

He looks up at the woman on Steve’s balcony, noting the family resemblance as he stumbles around, feeling like a deer caught in headlights. Not how he wanted to meet Steve’s mom, but he guesses he has no choice now.

He looks up at the woman on Steve’s balcony, noting the family resemblance as he stumbles around, feeling like a deer caught in headlights. Not how he wanted to meet Steve’s mom, but he guesses he has no choice now.

He looks up at the woman on Steve’s balcony, noting the family resemblance as he stumbles around, feeling like a deer caught in headlights. Not how he wanted to meet Steve’s mom, but he guesses he has no choice now.

He stands abruptly, knocking his wine glass over as she starts to shout.

“Steven, there’s a man, a naked man on your deck. Who is he? Are you aware that he’s there?”

He looks up at the woman on Steve’s balcony, noting the family resemblance as he stumbles around, feeling like a deer caught in headlights. Not how he wanted to meet Steve’s mom, but he guesses he has no choice now.

[californiaboytoybilly]

HoHoHoe Week Day One: Childhood Bedroom

Pairing: Harringrove (Steve x Billy) CW: Domestic bickering, oral sex, biting. WC: 1.4K AO3: Link "Oh, you've got to be kidding me!" 

Steve groaned miserably, dropping his head into his palms for a moment as he sucked in a deep breath. 

Billy let out an absolute cackle of delight, looking around at Steve's childhood bedroom. Steve immediately regretted agreeing when his mother told him to bring Billy home for Christmas. 

The blond was still in awe, muttering something about the wallpaper with a smirk twitching up the corner of his mouth.

"Come on, we only have an hour until they get home…" Steve tried to distract him, dropping their bags on the floor next to the desk and then pushing the door closed. "Gotta make use of the time before we're stuck down the hall from my parents for five days, and we have to behave."

Billy hummed noncommittally from the middle of the room, "I think the wallpaper permanently killed my dick, actually. Rest in peace, big guy." 

Steve absolutely rolled his eyes at that, hard enough he could almost hear his grandmother lecture him about his face getting stuck.

At some point, he'd made his way behind Billy, who made a rumbling noise low in his throat and tilted his head to grant access as Steve's lips trailed over where his pulse beat steady and strong in his throat. "Bet I can revive it." He teased, huffing out a laugh. 

"Might need a blindfold," Billy still managed to bite back even as his breath came out a little shakier, Steve pushing him towards the bed. The brunette grinned, scraping his teeth over the sensitive skin in reply. 

"I don't think I will." 

Billy grunted as he was unceremoniously pushed onto the bed, curls flying around his head as the springs squeaked loudly in protest. Before he could bitch about being manhandled, Steve blanketed his body with his own and pressed their lips together. 

Still, his boyfriend nipped his lip sharply in rebuke, getting his little payback in any way he could. Steve mumbled the word 'asshole' against his lips in return, his muffled tone still drowning with affection. 

Despite his earlier protests about the continued liveliness of his dick, it took Billy little time to wiggle out of his jeans and kick them to the floor as Steve lavished him with slow, lazy kisses and fleeting touches. The blond man was never exceptionally patient, which didn't change in bed. It made teasing him infinitely more fun, though. 

"I'm going to keep picking apart your room until you give me something else to think about." Billy threatened, a little too worked up to really sound remotely intimidating. Steve didn't hurry his pace too much, bunching the red cotton shirt the man wore up around his ribs as he started to trail his mouth a little lower. 

But Billy wasn't one to make empty threats. 

"So… how many of Hawkins' future simpering housewives lost their virginity in this plaid hellscape? What a memory that must b- ouch!" 

Steve, having had enough of his commentary, had sunk his teeth into the skin covering the younger man's hip bone and was almost positive he heard Billy sulkily call him a bastard through a sharp intake of breath in response, but hey- it had the desired effect. A distinct lack of taunting filled the room now. 

He didn't give him too long to pout, though, thumbs hooking in the waistband of his underwear and tugging them down. Billy's neck was cast into sharp relief as he leaned his head back, throat bobbing once as Steve leaned down to brush a kiss over the spot he'd previously bitten. 

Almost an apology, even if he didn't feel so bad. 

Thick fingers slid into his hair, pushing him down further towards where Billy pressed hot, heavy and flushed against his navel in a way that made Steve nearly bite through the tip of his tongue, snickering. "God, you'd think you didn't initiate this for how long you've taken without actually doing anything." Billy snipped, a hint of a whine at the end of his sentence. Steve smiled again.

God, he loved this man, impatience and all. 

Finally, having finished drawing it out, Steve gave his boyfriend a little warning before leaning in, flattening his tongue and dragging it up the underside of solid velvet skin until he reached the tip and parted his lips in one smooth movement.

When he'd first gotten together with Billy, Steve had struggled to take even half of him. Billy was the first and only man he'd ever been with- and if he had his way, it'd stay that way. He'd been a mess every time back then, jaw aching from the foreign stretch, eyes watering, and drool coating his chin. 

It was only with a little hint of smugness that he now took him nearly in full in one go, breathing out through his nose and pushing past the spasm of his throat until he felt his shoulders relax. 

"Fuck-" Billy's voice cracked on the exclamation, fingers tightening in his hair almost painfully. Little shocks danced across Steve's scalp, dragging a muffled moan out of him as his hips rutted down against the mattress for friction. Billy made a pleased sound. 

They knew each other's weak spots well, but the familiarity never got boring like he'd always heard other guys complain about. Steve certainly didn't miss the days of his love life being one date, sex, rinse and repeat. 

Steve had once read about treating your lover's body like a well-practiced instrument. At the time, he remembered rolling his eyes as he read it to Robin off the glossy magazine page, only for her to admit she thought that sounded romantic. 

He'd cracked some joke about band kids that had caught him a freckled knee to the ribs at the time, but reflecting back on it years later, he understood the romance in it that he'd missed then. 

Billy's taste, his musky natural scent and a hint of cologne, the little rolls of his hips that he tried so hard to control but never could. Steve could pick up the difference in every sigh, every flex of his muscles, every twitch of his mouth. 

Hazel eyes turned upwards as he hollowed his cheeks, desperate to watch Billy slowly crumble apart at the seams. It was his favourite sight, watching the man who'd perfected wall building before he was in middle school let go, allowing Steve to pull him apart. 

Please make no mistake; he did allow it. Steve had tried to break through that wall on days when Billy couldn't bring himself to let it fall even though he wanted to, and that had been an impossible task. 

Not today, though. Billy's hair-dusted thighs were pliant on either side of his head, core relaxed and moans unrestrained. It was beautiful. 

He was beautiful. 

Steve could feel a heady heat crawling through his veins, skin sparking and abdomen tightening in a way that told him there would be no need for reciprocation after he finished the blond. He'd always loved giving more than receiving, no matter how good both felt. 

Snaking his hand between his body and the bed, he let the other slide down to possessively grip Billy's leg as he really started to put his all into getting them both off. As much as he liked working him up, they were on a bit of a time limit, and he knew better than to think Billy could be quiet if they pushed this too long. 

As highlighted by the sharp groan of his name that followed as Steve pulled off with a filthy sound, tongue licking up the trail of saliva and precome as he made his way a little lower. 

"Please-" Billy slurred, about to protest the loss of wet warmth when Steve curled his tongue around the other man's balls, rolling them lazily and drawing them into his mouth. Billy's back arched, thighs tensing and abdomen quivering. "Shit!" 

There it was. 

Steve would've grinned if his mouth wasn't otherwise occupied, humming as he let go of Billy's leg to start stroking him, quick and messy, perfectly timed with the pace he was working himself to the edge. 

It didn't take long. 

Barely thirty more seconds passed before Billy's pleading and praises reached a crescendo, voice cracking through every syllable. Steve let Billy's balls fall from his mouth and moved fast, continuing the slick movements of his hand as he opened his mouth and looked up at Billy through his lashes. 

Billy came with a mangled sound, ocean blue eyes locked on Steve's flushed face as he was turned into a portrait of debauchery. Billy gasped, muttering a curse under his breath at the sight he made. As he reached down to swipe a little of his mess off of Steve's upper lip, he felt his tired dick throb painfully as Steve pulled the digit into his mouth and sucked it clean. 

Before the blond could even form a single sentence after having his brain scrambled, Steve's blissed-out expression shifted into a smug grin. 

"That's why those girls didn't give a shit about the room." He purred. But he must've looked too victorious for Billy's sake because then-

"Oh, you suck on their balls too?" This was going to be an incredibly long week.

[clay-cuttlefish]

Finally we've arrived at 52, the series that turned me from a casual reader of a few comics into a full-on DC fan and Question enthusiast. This is the reason I set out on this project in the first place. I love it so much.

#1

This is my fifth time reading this in full, I think, and I still get hyped at this opening issue. Look at my guys.

It's a miracle this came together as well as it did. The omnibus is great for giving some insight into that construction process.

#2

There's just so much in 52 and I can't believe they pulled it off. Part of that is that it's thematically coherent, despite how different the plots are. Grief, reinvention, self-destruction as a means to cope with loss... it all feeds into itself.

In a slightly different timeline I came out of 52 fixated on Booster Gold and stumbled back into the Question later through Blue Beetle, instead of the other way around.

It took 416 issues but they're interacting! They're together! It's paying off!

Renee's heartbreaking spiral into self-destruction is interrupted by this massive dork. I love them.

#3

I really need to read Steel. Captivated by these two.

Skeets nudging the gyro cart owner out of the way is a very good panel. Catlike behavior.

#4

Booster and Bea's conversation is so. Hhh.

In the omnibus, Mark Waid calls Vic and Renee's scene "one of the high points of the entire series", and I'm with him.

#5

Renee and Maggie...

The metahuman hospital's a really cool piece of worldbuilding.

The only plotline I don't care much about is the spaceguys. I still like them, but the bar's really high here and I want to see other characters more.

Wish this was less creepy about Starfire.

#6

Kind of obsessed with Bob the theatre teacher and villain-for-hire, conceptually.

It takes a while for the Black Adam plot to pick up steam so this part isn't quite hitting yet.

Booster having a normal one.

#7

Renee hasn't talked to her mom in three years by this point. Oof.

The exes of all time!

Booster... Ralph blaming him for Ted's death is brutal.

#8

Oh cmon girl you're smarter than this. It's Lex Luthor, when has he ever had anyone's best interests at heart.

At least Ollie's still doing his thing.

Clark hating Booster is so good.

#9

"Smart-ass." "Consistency is everything." He is so annoying!

The John and Natasha fight is great.

#10

Clark taking a page from Lois' book is so good. Ridiculous.

I like Will and Professor Morrow a lot, nice that they're back in focus.

Supernova time :)

#11

His anti-smoking rant...

"I don't owe you anything." Oof ouch my soul.

Big talk here from a guy who spent a decade hung up on Myra.

The one superheroine ass shot I respect is in the "that's a Batwoman" panel because Renee deserves to appreciate Kate's ass.

#12

Besties moment.

Black Adam's plotline is gaining speed.

Oh Ralph.

#13

Oh NO, Ralph.

#14

They both look so good here. Love his stubble.

Desperately want to hear Tot's side of their conversation, and also their previous phone calls, because I'm sure he'd have Opinions about Vic deciding to become a mentor.

Shaking him. You are so annoying!

"There's no such thing as crazy, just behaviour that society has deemed unacceptable." SO true bestie.

#15

BOOSTER...

#16

Oh god, Renee.

Billy officiating Black Adam's wedding is very sweet.

#17

Luthor's superteam is one of the series highlights.

Still very funny that there's just a guy named Hannibal on it. Zero subtlety here.

Oh Lobo. I do not care about you.

#18

He's so silly.

Renee is having truly awful time falling back into old coping measures and he's out here getting scooped and being made fun of for cockblocking.

Booster's shitty funeral still fucks me up. Choosing to believe Skeets intentionally didn't invite people for evil reasons because the idea nobody showed up is too much.

Once again, oh no Ralph.

#18/2

A backup with Vic's origins. It's about right, though I prefer him starting as the Question before moving back to Hub City.

It lists his "essential storylines" as Mysterious Suspense, The Question 1987, and Cry for Blood, which I mostly agree with. Mysterious Suspense is less important but reading a pre-DC story is useful background for the 87 run and it's his only solo option.

[its-haughty]

The most sad and pathetic wizard Ever

Here’s Billy! He’s also known as “The Big Bad” in his world… He’s fated to be the villain whether he likes it or not and (believe or not) once upon a time he DID like being evil and liked trying to conquer the world but once you realise that your plans are Always going to be foiled no matter how hard you try, it sorta ruins the fun doesn’t it?

(Actual information under the cutttt)

Billy is fated to be the main antagonist, in a world where prophecy dictates what people do. You can guess it must suck to always die at the end of the story and to know all your plans were for nothing in the very end… Always bested by The Hero, he feels as though he means absolutely nothing. The worst part? Everytime the world timeloops itself back to the beginning he’s unfortunate enough to remember everything in the previous timelines. Poor guy…

Cowardly, shy but determined! He desperately wants to change his fate, and he will think of all the possibilities to change his story

Although he’s meant to be defeated in every timeline. He would finally find a way to defy fate by trying to defeat a beast that The Hero is supposed to pretty early in the story, but amongst the fight, Billy would underestimate his own abilities and severely hurting himself (it’s how he got the scar)

After finally going against his fate and getting himself a gnarly looking scar on his face (ouch), Hans would find him early in the story rather than at the very end and would fall in love with billy… What a turn of events!

Billy likes vegetable soup :)

Friend to many scary looking creatures. He’s like an evil disney princess

I WANNA HOLD HIM SO CLOSE I LOVE HIM

Extra:

I’m not obsessed. ur crazy if u think i am hahahaha

[jerzwriter]

So, I have to admit, I didn't love Daisy Jones and the Six. I liked it, but I did not love it. Sometimes I felt like the story dragged on and on, but they weren't delving deep enough. I was connected to the characters to a degree, but I didn't love the characters. I went into the final two episodes assuming I'd leave the series feeling as "Meh" as I did about the first eight episodes.

Wrong. The last two episodes, particularly the last one, were very well done, and I'm glad I stuck it out.

The day that led up to their final concert... the perfect storm of absolutely everything going wrong, yet you have to show up big, like it or not. Man, you haven't lived until you've experienced that, and they did a wonderful job conveying the emotion that goes along with it.

Karen and Graham broke my heart. They weren't meant to be, that was fairly obvious from the start, but you don't have to be destined for forever to love... that's a lesson many don't understand. Just because you're not end game doesn't mean it wasn't real.... it doesn't even mean that it ever fully ends.

Eddie - oh - Eddie. "It's fine. I'm fine." It's not fine, it was never fine for him, and it doesn't appear it ever will be. The conversation he had with Warren is so poignant... but there is no right answer. What's the right thing to do? Surrender and accept where you are? I mean, it worked out great for Warren. He seems pretty happy... for the most part. Eddie, not so much. But I don't know, I'm not sold on settling, but maybe I am? I have to let that one simmer.

Camilla and Billy.... ugh... what to even say? I'm so conflicted. I never got the "love of my life" vibes for real from him, no matter what he said. And for so much of the story, it really felt like Camilla was the sacrificial wife, the one who would always be there, the one who would always "win", but it just felt like such a consolation prize. I'm sure others saw things differently, but that's how it made me feel. Even in the end, she felt like the long-suffering wife, living a happy, albeit tragically short life, but it felt like there was always something missing.

I didn't have any knowledge of the book, or the story, going in... so I was shocked that it was Camilla & Billy's daughter, Julia, filming. I also didn't fully understand why, though the ending put that into perspective.

Now Daisy. I've been told I would love her even more in the book, and I did not really love her for episodes 1-8, but somehow, in 9-10, she reeled me in. The conversation with her "mother" (using that term generously) the day of the final show was... ouch! God, I hate to say it, but I know that person, and I know that feeling, and for a moment, I was gutted... but I love how she responded - "turn on the fucking radio." BAM! The moment when you realize that the person you were begging to love you for your entire life was never worthy of the love you gave them. THAT is when it all changes ... for the better. And for Daisy, it did, and that made me happy.

But rebirth is no different than birth, and there is a lot of pain to go through before you get to the beautiful end result; watching all of them so broken that night was sad, but for most, the future was bright... you don't get there without the work.

Oh, and in spite of all this, Rod was still my freaking favorite character on the show... followed closely by Simone and Teddy. It is too late for Teddy, but the other two need a spin-off. lol

So while the series didn't even touch TLOU (sorry, lol, I'm very spoiled, and my expectations are very high right now! lol) It finished strong, and I'm really glad I watched stuck it out - it was an enjoyable series.

[stardreamer28]

SPOILERS for Sniper: GRIT! this was my live-cap for my bestie so forgive any rambling or shorthand lol posting for anyone who wants to squeal with me over yet another AMAZING movie!

zero is kinda miffed brandon made friends with his ex wife's husband lol. definitely some bro squabbling there but i love them both so much. ryan's a bit too caveman on the beard but they're both so hot lol. they have a new high tech bunker lol. i love how zero says he didn't know they thought LD was dead lol. the cult is basically similar to the one in iron man 3, that's how i see it. MAJOR show of muscles from both guys omg they make me wanna faint! zero's doing pretty good at taking people out after the last movie, i give him props. alot of the locations we saw in chad's video during filming. I love zero's way with languages, that's definitely his thing. damn brandon shot 2 at once! niice! LD thinks the dr is a nice guy but he's soo not. he sewed a tracker into her bullet wound. ok luna as LD - not completely as skilled as sayaka, she's more of a jujitsu leg kinda girl whereas sayaka was great with hand to hand. but luna is really good at aiming a gun & knife so we'll go with her. not sure if sayaka recommended her or not since there's no interviews. I think sayaka brought more humor to her version of LD, very on point. but luna's a bit more laid back. not bad just different. like steve & billy different as jase on GH. i like how we're getting a bit more focus on zero & how he cares about LD almost as a daughter. hehehe zero hid in the jeep cuz he didn't trust creepy dr. he called pete to track since their new techie wouldn't do it lol. 2nd baddie is LD's dad!! holy ninja!! ok luna's LD is REALLY good aim & the drama. he basically sold her off into being an assassin as a kid. how is that costa lady alive after brandon shot her?! how does that happen! even though the effects seem smaller budget it's still got the same action & humor, i love it! hehehe i love the part where they throw their phones up & shoot em, so cool! hehe the boys squabbling over the bad clothes. aww he got brandon a pair of sunglasses hehehe. pete found a new orange soda he loves lol. oh goddamn brandon laying on the car with his rifle mmm. they just realized they have to dig the tracker out of her wound OUCH!! ok that scene is cringey!!! mmm them all getting ready for a fight. all 3 shot the hitman tracking LD WOW! hehehe the colonel & pete make me laugh. I think the father wants LD dead cuz she tried to kill him first for turning her into an assassin? bit confusing there. ok seriously neither zero or brandon can break out of zipties with those muscles? yea right lol. zero getting all mad at her dad trash talking her, love it! oh here we go with the allout shootout with everyone! this entire scene rocks! brandon's got great skills as usual & zero's just freakin done with nonsense lol. LD going grappling & knife on the baddies, you go girl! aww pete! he took shots at LD's dad to get out of the compound. poor pete but he did really good! zero takes out half the goons with an uzi and gets so caught up in it lol. they all just look at him like are you ok. & when LD's dad is on trial of course she takes the killshot. not my alltime favorite of the series (ya’ll know that’s Rogue & Assassin’s End) & not as much of brandon's sniper skills this time which made me a bit sad but I like how every one of these movies shares each character's story equally and gives each of them awesome stuff. can't wait for another!! & oh damn as if i didn't like it enough ryan did the music for that big take down in the middle, i thought i knew his voice!!!!!!!

[the-firebird69]

Watch "The genetics of Oleg Zhokh. 💪🔥 #armwrestling #devonlarratt #olegzhokh" on YouTube

Her son's body does not look like oleg's opponent and that is Billy z he is mostly linked the last one and his body is different but it's made for power in action and his can haul stuff longer and go further and they're dangerous and you can see that his arm is forearm is extraordinarily wide it's about 6 in across but the diameter is gigantic anything he thought he couldn't lose because he pumped it up but her son says it's only part of the muscle group and he was low on the bicep and it was true and but still you should be able to win with that and he couldn't and only beat him and he is a Mac he is not Mac proper but he is a Mac it's very young. And it proves something that Max is strong people and the race is not weak they're probably as strong as Russians who are fairly strong but not a larger black people a lot of black people are very strong. And her son is extremely strong when he's in shape or allowed to be he's oppressed by so many of you what you say is ridiculous we hear it too and your chicken s*** and you have champions for willing to wrestle him like his grandpa and grandpa-in-law and he was sitting there taunting them for a year or two years. And there are other people too like Bob birdies and he says to Bob I just push you over and tell you to stay down and hold you down with my toe and if you don't like it I'm going to lift you up with my left foot so he says laughing and says okay it's just a joke but it's bains style and it means stuff and it's cold and he is really pretty good at it I was surprised. Says it's making fun of hulk Hogan for him having to get people support to beat him in the ring and then he said he'd have the Giants to it and he understands he doesn't want to get beat up our son is not really into beating people up and he has skill and her son has not been a professionally wrestling so it's kind of odd that didn't beat up by people who are unskilled and they think it's us doing it but we're professionals and he sees it too it's not even can do that stuff but then he'd be facing us sort of he thinks it's not true either my son wants to go in and try and be people it's not going to be able to see he's going to have to wear a basketball players glasses and they said no your eyes will heal if you look really funky like Dave with basketball player glasses. So I'm looking forward to wrestling and it's really sending a tickler through our whole group and I mean all of us who are our race and it is intense all of us want to see him do it and they want to see him beat thrym and want to see him beat Loki. And if he beats them it'll keep them around and people know it too and I'll get them bigger and healthier and suddenly see the idea and they're going to try and get a little shape and it might push our son to get in better shape so it's going to start working and it's pretty intense. And here comes this Scottish guy who doesn't look like anything and he's got skill though studio saying to hulk Hogan. But really he was kind of backing off the whole time but it might be out of Mercy he says no he's big enough it's not going to be good but I really can't walk around as a 15 ft guy so he says maybe a little Mercy probably let go of my finger ouch. But really we will be looking forward to that that would be interesting and he'd have to wear a cup he'll be healed but you wear a cup because it's horrible and probably different pants and just stretches. Willie Bill say they can help him with the gear and it have to choreography it and all sorts of stuff and her son can do it sometimes you need a little help remembering it and they say it and then they might get into it cuz if he gets ready gets mad tries to defend himself and they'll get mad and say you're not doing it and he says so this will be fun cuz that's how it goes

Thor Freya

[quellmythirst]

Week-long Seminar- Day 3- Distracted

Summary: The Day of Hopes Keynote brings more surprises than you thought.

Pairing: Reader x Billy Russo

Word: 2k

Warnings: SMUT 18+, Semi Public, teasing, swearing, surprises, PIV, alcohol.

Day 2

This morning has been a blur. You feel run off your feet when you finally meet Hope at the side of the stage where she is set to give her reveal of the new Solar Farm tech. You feel confident that you have the whole thing in order, but just in case you remain on the sidelines ready to fix any issues that may occur. Holding your tablet in the crook of your arm you make some last second checks when Hope clears her throat.

“Everything should be ready ma'am,”

“All the-”

“Yes. The stats and the working models are both on the stage already for you.” you point to the miniature stands with the covers over them.

“Perfect. If this goes smoothly you can take the rest of the week off.” 

“Thank you ma'am.”

She steps onto the stage, the crowd erupting into thunderous applause. The slides work perfectly and the video runs as it should. Hope’s confidence and assuredness in the autopromet you had organised for her make the presentation seamless.

Peeking your head out of the curtain to get a better look at the crowd you nearly die. You still hadn't replied to Billy's texts. As much as you wanted to, this was too important. You needed to stay focused on Hope's this morning. But now with him sitting front and centre, foregoing his usual suit jacket for just a dress shirt, the top 2 buttons undone like he's some common whore. You gasp, your hand clutching at your chest, your feet taking you a step back.

“Ouch,” you whisper when someone jabs you in the rib with an elbow, “What?” your voice is meaner than you intend.

“She's calling you on,” the stage hand says, ushering you into the light.

Fuck fuck fuck, you think walking and smiling like you aren't going to melt at the fucking grin Billy has on his face. He can’t stop drinking in the tight black skirt and your tight deep blue blouse. You keep walking trying to ignore the way he sits forward, rolling up his sleeves and leaning on his palms. 

“Here she is, the woman who made all this possible,” Hope applauds you, stepping closer and shaking your hand.

“Thank you, Ma'am but it was all you.”

“Nonsense, a round of applause for my wonderful assistant and the official leader on this project.”

“What?” You mumble, gasping and placing a hand over your mouth. Your eyes dart to Billy’s by accident and you can see the proud smile on his face, though he looks kind of smug, like he knows something you don’t. 

“There's no one else I would trust with this project.,” The crowd erupts into cheers, the man at the center stares you down before you notice one of those delicious fingers swipe across his neck. You take a big gulp before bowing with Hope and turning to exit the stage.

“Ma’am, I mean thank you. But this is so much,” 

“We’ll talk about it tomorrow. Just enjoy your night,” she says, waving you off and grabbing herself a drink.

Xx

The ballroom is crowded and it seems like every man and their mother wants to shake your hand in congratulations. It's just buying you time, you think. You've seen him hiding in the corner of your vision, a small alcove nestled in an armchair with a drink and plate. Every time you catch his eye he pops a piece of fruit in his mouth, his soft lips enveloping the juicy fruit licking and suckling on it before he swallows it. Was this his revenge? No. No. This was torture, those fucking forearms tempting you every single time you turn. His relaxed posture straightens when he notices you looking, folding his leg over his knee. He leers forward, his long fingers folding together.  He was waiting patiently, like a lion stalking his prey. You were so swarmed he had no chance to pounce, there was barely a break in conversation for you to catch your breath. When Mr Stark leaves after offering you his congratulations, you find an opening and try to sneak off when someone catches you again. The wrong someone.

“Congrats on the new job,” the man says, you don't recognise him but he seems familiar.

“Thanks,” you try to dismiss him, but he steps into your path.

“What are you doing later?” The tall blonde man asks and you stare up at him like he's grown another head.

“Not hanging out with strangers,”

“Johnny, Johnny Storm. You probably already knew that.” he says, with a smug smile on his face.

“Cool.” You shrug unimpressed by his forwardness, you just need to ditch him so you can get to Billy, “You must be Dr Storms brother. Is she around?” Maybe Sue could help you with an exit.

“Don't worry about her, tell me more about you,”

“No thanks, I'm good.”

“Come on, just 5 minutes.” This guy was not taking the hint. It was time for extreme measures.

“Did you know that in Australia in 1932 the locals of a town off the west coast started a war with a native bird species.”

"What?" He stares, his eyes scrunching up, shaking his head.

“Well, the birds became a pest. They were terrorizing farms and agricultural land so the people tried to get rid of them. Right?”

“What are you talking about?” He takes a step back

“But, the emus were tricksy and outsmarted and outnumbered the people. They-”

“I think I hear someone calling my name,” he interupts. Worked like a charm, you smile. Spinning on your heel and running face first into an open neckline.

“Hey there Baby,”

“Uh, Billy. Hi.” You tuck a lock of hair behind your ear, keeping your eyes on the floor. Only for his long fingers to glide along your chin and force your head up.

“What did you do to the golden boy of Baxter tower?”

“Told him about the emu war,” you laugh so hard your head falls back.

“He didn't enjoy your lecture?”

“Ha, no.” You snort. “Only one person has ever listened to the whole thing,” you joke, not thinking about who was standing in front of you.

“Just me then,”

“Uh huh,”

“Come with me.”

“Someone will notice.”

“Not a question.” He takes your hand, leading you from the room and into the hallway, the landing, the balcony.

“What are you?”

“Think you can just get away with it? Huh?” His fingers grip into your cheeks, his legs stepping you into the wall behind.

“What?”

“Playing innocent ain't gunna work.”

“I've been aching for you. Feel how hard I've been since last night,” he presses your hand into his pants, “you did this to me,”

“Billy I-” You press your hand back into the thickness in his pants, rubbing along his cock. You breath hitches when his fingers trace along your jaw, down your neck, your arm, sending shivers all over. 

“Such a tease,” he clicks at you, “how do you like it?” His hand ghosts over your ass, he stretches his arms behind you, his body sloping over yours. His thigh rests inches away from between your legs, pressing in the hem of your skirt, if you just- he steps back knowing what you were thinking. He leans down, his nose grazes along your exposed shoulder, pressing soft kisses behind your ear, chuckling softly to himself when your breath hitches and soft moan escapes your lips.

“Fuck me,” you whisper and he laughs again, pressing his cock harder into your hand. His tongue parts your lips, teeth sinking into your lower lip while his nose rubs yours.

“Have you been good?”

“No.”

“I know,” he moves quickly, picking you up onto a nearby planter box, a loud thud echoing through the terrace. His huge hands slide up your skirt, pushing the material up your legs and pushing your panties to the side, “Fuckin love these pencil skirts you wear,” one hand grips your ass while his fingers flick through your dripping pussy, “Always so wet for me,” he lines up his hard cock, "it's a shame really," he glides himself through your lips, "to waste such a dripping little pussy," you start to whine, your hips moving of their own accord as you try to catch him. "What is it little baby?" He coos, "does someone not like to be teased?"

“Please,”

“Say your sorry,”

“I am, “

“No Baby, I want the words,” he taps the head of his cock onto your clit, his hand around your throat to keep your gaze, “Go on then,"

“I'm sorry, Sir,” he sinks into you with ease. 

“You’re mine,” he moans when you're full of his cock.

“Mmm..no-” you try to say as he thrusts back out of you.

“What was that?” he stands back, his cock slapping against his stomach.

“No,”

“You don’t think so, baby? In this city. My city. Here you're all mine. Say it,” fingers pinch at your niple through your shirt, daring you to defy but you just need him so badly, need this.

“Yours,” he thrusts back into you. 

“Mine,” he breathes into your ear, grinding his pelvis into your clit.

“Holy, fuckin. Shit, Billy,” you moan when he flexes his head inside of you. Your walls clenching around him, delighting in just how perfectly he fills you.

“Fuck I missed your pretty pussy,” 

“Fuck me,” you press into him, wrapping your arms and legs around him, pulling his face down towards you sending shivers through to you both when your lips meet.

“Such a needy little baby.”

“Shut up and fuck me,” 

“You were made for me” he pounds into you, his strokes getting deeper with every thrust. “all for me” his tongue swipes over your soft lips, sucking the bottom one into his mouth, “So fucking perfect.”

Your nails dig into the fabric of his shirt, your ass almost falling over the edge of the planter. Biting down on your lip trying to keep your noises to a minimum, knowing that at any moment anyone could walk in. The thought excites you and your pussy clamps down on his hard cock.

“What you thinking about?'' he whispers, lathing at your neck.

“Anyone could find us,”

“I know, do you think they'd watch?” His voice almost incoherent in your ear, “think they'd like to watch me take you apart- fuck that's so good- want to join?”

You can't help the moan that escapes you and Billy knows it. He wraps his hand around your face to keep you quiet. “You want everyone to know what a little slut you are for me?” 

You nod vigorously, he releases your face, his long fingers gliding down to cover your neck, “too bad I don't share Baby,” he slaps your ass, pulling you off the edge, holding you against the concrete wall while he slams into you and you swear you hear the door handle giggle, “Ignore it, doors locked Baby. I'm not stopping for anyone.” His hand snakes around your middle finding your clit, “tell me how much you love my dick,”

“Yes, so good,” you pant, your back arching, his fingers swirl over your clit, “Fuckin favouri-ahh”

“Do you wanna cum?”

“Yes fuck,” you're so close you just need-

“Tell me what room you're in,” 

“12- ahHh- 16”

His teeth latch onto your pulse point, his movements growing erratic as he whispers, “then cum on me Baby. Cum,”

Both of you begin to shake, Billy's hot cum filling you as you convulse against the wall, his hands holding you in place, filling you to the brim. His fingers swipe through you, gathering your mixed juices and licking them into his mouth, ���fuck I love tasting us together.”

You move to clean up but his hand stills you, “no Baby, I want to be dripping from your legs all night, want you to remember who owns you when pretty blonde boys shoot their shot. “

You roll your eyes but oblige him, taking his hand as he helps you up on shaking legs. Tucking himself back into his pants, you give him a quick kiss before unlocking the door, "I'm not sorry," you wink.

“I know, neither am I,”

You walk back into the hotel, keen to get back up to your room when Hope catches you, “Can we meet at 8, then you can spend the rest of the week how you like,”

“Of course ma'am” you say, hoping that no one else will catch you as you make your way back up to your room.

Day 4- Promotion

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[strangerthingfanfic]

It's the end of summer 1984 and you wake up in the middle of the night and can't fall back to sleep. You're still anxious about the move from the big city to the smallest city your parents could find on the map, Hawkins, Indiana.

Sitting against your pillows you wonder how they could do this to you just before starting your senior year of high school. You had to leave all your friends behind and hope you meet the criteria to graduate from Hawkins High.

The only upside is all the rumors that Hawkins is Hell on Earth and that makes it somewhat interesting.

Looking at the clock you realize its after midnight and you need some sleep for the first day of school. Closing your eyes you allow yourself to drift into a sleepless state.

Day 1: start of Term

Pulling into a empty parking space near the front of the school you put the car into park and just sit. Breathing in and out slowly you keep telling yourself it's going to be alright and there's nothing to worry about.

You are smart, funny and have always made friends easily so what could be any different about Hawkins High?

While giving yourself the pep talk of the century you didn't notice the blue Chevrolet Camaro pull in next to you.

You open your door to get out and hear a young voice say “ouch”. You look over and see a redheaded girl with a skateboard rubbing her ankle.

“Damn, I must have hit her with my door,” you think to yourself but before you have the chance to say anything a guy with eyes that radiated blue fire and perfect brown hair grabbed you by the collar and dragged you out of your car.

“Hey shit head, you hit my sister with your ugly ass car door, what are you going to do about it?” the guy said, causing the fire dancing in his eyes to flare brighter. Not being one for confrontation you just say “I'm sorry”. The guy just glared at you.

”Billy please it was an accident” the young girl said softly as she slid behind her brother. Billy looked back at the girl who nodded like they had a silent conversation and Billy put you down.

“I'm really am sorry. I wasn't looking, is she ok?” you ask worried due to the girl's reaction.

“Our dad was an abusive asshole so she gets nervous easily, especially at raised voices. My name is Billy and this is Max, what's yours?” Billy asked, wrapping his arm around Max protectively.

Amazed at his gentleness you almost miss the question. “Oh huh sorry my name is Y/N and I'm new here” you reply blushing slightly.

Billy smiles and your heart skips two beats.

“Hey sorry I went off but I am Max’s guardian and I worry a lot about her. Also we are new as well. We can help each other” Billy said, placing a free hand on yours.

Billy removed his hand and said “I will see you later Y/N I have to get Max to the middle school before my class starts” Billy says and the two of them head off.

As soon as they were out of sight, you looked down at the hand he was touching and told yourself that nothing will ever happen because he was pretty much the epitome of Male straightness plus no one could know you liked other men or things will go south, they always did.

The week goes by better than expected. You make a bunch of new friends including the King of Hawkins High, Steve Harrington, and his girlfriend Nancy Wheeler. Also, Jonathan Byers, Eddie Munson, Chrissy Cunningham, Robin Buckley, and Barbra or Barb Holland round out your small and comfortable friend list.

You barely saw him again though as you only had one class with him and he was always surrounded by the popular girls.

By the time Friday rolled around you had concluded that he was definitely the straight jock that didn't have any interest in you whatsoever which made seeing him every day seem like a jail sentence.

“Hey, Y/N how would you like to be my wingman to the Halloween party this weekend? I was going to go with Tommy but he got sick. I am going to take down Beer keg king Harrington” Billy said interrupting your train of thought and flashing that smile of his.

I could almost feel the jealousy manifesting from the popular girls. Worried it might make some people question your relationship with Billy you became reluctant to answer.

But when he placed his hand over yours purposefully, you relax and reply “Yeah, I will come”.

“Great, I will swing by and get you at 7pm,” Billy said just as the teacher came in and that was the end of that conversation.

As the teacher discussed the importance of math in the real world your mind went over the million different scenarios that this weekend could lead to, mostly horrible but some really nice.

You dare to look over at Billy and he flashes you that smile that makes you melt and all that worry fades away, well until after class at least.

[the-cult-of-russo]

Biggest regret (part 2)

Pairing: Billy Russo x Reader

A/N: Quite a few of you guys wanted a part two to this one. Mixed angst and fluff kind of? So... I didn’t wanna rush this one and it kind of got away from me. I want to do a part three to it which will be where the main fluff begins if you guys are interested. 

Warnings: cursing, angst, sadness, fluff kinda 

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Nervous didn't even begin to cover how Billy felt now he was back stateside. He was on his way home after a successful mission and his thoughts were consumed with you and the baby. He hadn't been able to think of much else. He didn't regret sending the letter but he was vulnerable now. He'd put himself out there and he hated how out of control he was with the situation. 

There was every chance you wouldn't even get the letter. You could have easily moved since the last time he spoke to you and you'd never know he'd tried to reach out. And of course he had the resources available to track you down if needed but it felt wrong to do that. Although if he got desperate enough he knew he was selfish enough to do it. 

He wasn't sure what would be worse; you never getting the letter or you getting the letter and ripping his heart out. Hypocritical, he knew, after what he'd done to you. But he wasn't sure how he'd handle it. There were too many variables for this whole thing and it set him on edge. Even if you got the letter it didn't mean you'd respond. And if you responded it didn't mean it would be anything he'd like to hear. You could be telling him to go fuck himself, which he'd wholeheartedly understand, but it would hurt nonetheless. 

He didn't dare get his hopes up. He knew that the very best he'd probably get was the bare minimum information about his kid. Name and age, if that. And while it may not be a lot, it would mean the world to him but he wasn't holding his breath for even that.

He felt like a string pulled taut ready to snap as he made his way to his apartment. He made a beeline to the mail room and unlocked his mailbox and grabbed the stack of letters. He knew it was stupid as he held his breath and flicked through the envelopes. He tried so hard not to get his hopes up yet he hadn't been able to help it. There was a bunch of junk mail and more formal business-like things. But then a handwritten envelope had his heart stopping completely. He'd know your handwriting anywhere. He stared at it for a long moment and all he could hear was the blood rushing to his head. So much hung on what you'd say in this letter and it left him open to complete and utter heartbreak. He felt sick. 

Deciding to open it upstairs so he'd be able to have a mental breakdown in peace, he all but ran to the elevator and made his way up to the top floor. It felt like it took a year to get there and he made quick work of getting inside his apartment. The other mail got tossed on the counter, forgotten and not important and he walked over to his sofa before sitting on it. He placed the letter on the coffee table, glaring at it as he wrung his hands. He was genuinely terrified of what was inside. He'd faced so much in his life, fought literal wars. Yet this was the most scared he'd ever been. 

He jumped off the sofa, going in the kitchen and grabbing a bottle of whisky before he went and sat back down, his leg bobbing up and down without even noticing. He didn't need a glass and instead just took a large gulp before he set the bottle down. He needed to stop being such a little bitch and open the damn thing. With shaking hands, he grabbed the letter and opened it. He pulled out the paper, unfolding it as his heart thumped wildly in his chest. The first thing he noticed were the few splotches of now dried wetness on the page that had the ink bleed slightly. You'd cried when writing this and his heart seized up.

Billy,

I was surprised to hear from you, I won't lie. At one time I expected it. When I was pregnant I kept expecting you to call or turn up here or something, but as the months went on I realised it wouldn't happen. Better late than never though, right?

Ouch. You weren't wrong but it stung all the same. He imagined you, scared and pregnant and alone and hoping he'd turn up and be the man you needed and it hurt him more than he felt comfortable with.

It kind of hurts that you think I'd withhold information about our baby from you. I thought you knew me better than that. I thought a lot of things though and I was wrong so I'm not surprised. You were the one that walked away from us, I'd never be petty enough to keep you away just because of what happened with us.

He did know you well enough but he hadn't been able to stop his mind going there. Because he knew deep down he didn't deserve you bothering with a reply for how he abandoned you. He knew he was asking for too much. He shouldn't have been surprised you'd reply since you always went above and beyond for him. He never deserved it. Not then and certainly not now. 

I won't sit here and lie to you. It crushed me when you walked away. I was terrified to tell you when I found out I was pregnant. I wasn't sure how you'd react. A part of me thought it would end the way it did but… I really hoped it wouldn't. I held out too much hope and I see that now. 

You thought he was a better man than he was. Gave him too much credit. It stung like a bitch that he'd hurt you this much. He never wanted to hurt you. 

The pregnancy was tough. I was in and out of hospital and I was really sick. Then I had issues at the end with the placenta. I had to go through all of it alone and I stupidly wished you'd just magically turn up every time I ended up back at hospital.

His lower lip wobbled and he sneered at himself. He should have been there. He should have held your hand and told you it would be okay. You shouldn't have had to go through any of this alone. 

We have a little girl. I called her Delilah. I know you might not like the name but it was left down to me and I liked it. I think it suits her.

A girl. His chest ached and his hands trembled, eyes filling with tears and a sad smile spread on his face. He had a little girl. And he loved the name. You could have called her something ridiculous and it wouldn't have mattered to him. 

She came early. With all the issues with the pregnancy she ended up being a month premature. She was tiny. I was terrified she wouldn't be okay. I couldn't even hold her right away because she was in an incubator. I was so scared, Billy.

A choked noise left his lips and a few tears leaked down his cheeks. What had he done? He left you at your most vulnerable and his baby had been sick. And what had he been doing? Living his life like nothing had happened. He made himself sick. ‘I was so scared, Billy. I was so scared, Billy. I was so scared, Billy.’ He could practically hear your voice saying those words. Hear how it would waver like it did when you got upset. Hear the hurt and fear in your voice. He should have been there.

She's four months old now and she's doing amazing. She's such a happy baby. It's like all she does is smile. She has your eyes and my hair. She mostly looks like you though. 

He sniffled, wiping his eyes with one hand as he gave a watery smile. He tried to imagine what she looked like. A mix of you both. She'd be perfect. It eased him a little to know she was okay now, that she wasn't sick anymore. He hadn't expected you to give him so much information but it made his heart swell that you were. As always, it was way more than what he deserved.

When I got your letter, I think I didn't stop crying for hours. A mix of hurt and relief, I guess. I'd be a liar if I said there wasn't any bitterness. I went through everything alone and now you just turn up because you're ready. I didn't get that luxury, Billy. I didn't have a choice. It was either have my baby or not, there was no walking away until I felt ready for me. 

His chest felt even tighter and your disappointment only fueled his self hatred about the whole thing. You weren't exactly wrong and he'd been a coward. 

I won't hold it against you though. It might take time to fully forgive you but I won't make you suffer. You're still her dad and I'd never deny either you or her that right. The fact that you even want to be part of her life at all means alot to me. I never wanted to have that talk with her when she was older about why you walked away.

It was bittersweet. Knowing you were extending an olive branch and letting him in even after all this time. But the knowledge that you'd been worried about what to tell your daughter when she was older hurt him. It was exactly what he didn't want. He never wanted her to feel unloved by him. 

I sent you a few pictures and they're yours to keep. 

He set the letter down instantly and scooped up the envelope, he hadn't noticed anything else in there in his haste to read the letter. But he pulled out a few Polaroids and his heart squeezed painfully in his chest. 

The first was of you. You were in the mirror standing sideways with the Polaroid camera in one hand. You only had on leggings and a bra and your bump was pretty big, cradled by your other hand. You looked so beautiful and he couldn't believe he'd missed out on this. Couldn't believe he'd walked away from you. The writing at the bottom had '7 months inside' written on it and his thumb stroked your bump as he wished he had been able to do in the flesh. With a heaving sigh and heavy heart, he set the picture down to look at the next.

The second was of a tiny baby in an incubator. She had on a knitted pink hat and she looked so tiny and small. A sob left his lips then as he gazed at her. She was beautiful but so fragile and he hadn't been there. His job was to protect her and he hadn't been there. He could only imagine the pain you'd been in going through that alone. In your writing at the bottom in black ink was the date and her name. His breathing hitched as he read 'Delilah Russo'. You gave her his last name. He hadn't expected that at all and he found a rush of joy and pride flooding his system as he openly cried at the picture. She was so fucking tiny and he remembered you saying you hadn't been able to hold her right away. He knew it must have killed you. 

His hand set it down shakily as he looked at the next. His little girl was still small but you were holding her now. You looked tired and like you'd lost a lot of weight. It hurt him deeply. Yet despite that you had a look of pure love and happiness on your face as you stared down at the little bundle in your arms and it made him cry all over again. He idly wondered if his own mother had ever looked at him that way when he was born but he highly doubted it. It stirred something deep inside of him to see how much you adored her.

The last picture seemed more recent and was of Delilah all on her own. She was propped up by pillows and had a cheeky smile on her face, her grubby little hands holding a stuffed blackbird. Oh... He thought the tears were done but apparently not and he hated himself so fucking much. All these little things in his honor were killing him because it was clear that no matter what he'd done to you, you still tried to have him in your daughters life somehow and that shit hurt. The writing at the bottom said '3 months outside' and he smiled through his tears. 

She was so fucking beautiful and you hadn't lied that she had your hair and his eyes. Dark pools of almost black were staring back at him through the picture and it was a foreign sensation to see a mini version of him. The one difference being she was happy and well loved and he wanted nothing more for her than that. 

He stared at the picture for what felt like forever as he took in every little detail in her chubby little face, committing it all to memory. All of these pictures were special to him and way more than anything he thought he'd get in response to his piece of shit letter but he was grateful. He slipped the last one into his wallet before picking the letter back up to finish it. 

I'm glad you reached out now and not later. She's still only a baby, too young to really remember any of this. It would have been harder to have you in her life later and have her be too confused at who you are. It's gonna take time and patience, she's not used to you, but if you'd like then I'd like you to meet her.

He felt like he stopped breathing altogether for a moment. You want him to meet her. You'd let him… he broke down, sobs mixed with pure pain and guilt with the sheer relief that he'd actually get to meet his little girl. He never thought in his wildest dreams you'd gift him that and he felt so overwhelmed he didn't think he'd be able to stop crying. He was a far cry in that moment from the man he knew himself to be. 

I won't put pressure on you to meet her if it's too much but I will say this. You're either in or out with this. You can't decide to come into her life and then leave again, Billy. I won't let it happen. You broke my heart and there's no way in hell I'm letting you break hers. Really think about this before you contact me because you need to be fully ready for it. I won't have you half ass this, okay? If you're really ready to be her dad then call me. If not, I'll understand and I'll leave you with the pictures. It's your call, but don't fuck it up.

Y/N

He laughed, the sound watery and pained but he couldn't help it. Something about you being so protective over your baby made his whole chest bloom with warmth. And while it hurt him that you had to warn him at all, he knew he deserved it. He'd walked away once before and you wouldn't let it happen again. It killed him to read that he broke your heart even though he already knew. But you were protecting your kid. His kid. And it only made him love you harder at you not taking any shit. 

Your number was scrawled at the bottom of the letter and he wanted to call right away. He didn't though. He would respect your wishes and think about it, at least mull it over for tonight. He knew without a doubt he wasn't planning on walking away, no matter how hard it may be down the line. He had no intention of hurting his girl. But you asked him to think hard about it and he'd give you that. Just the notion that you'd allow him to meet her had his head spinning. 

It wouldn't be perfect by any means. He'd hurt you beyond repair and he wasn't stupid enough to think that being in his daughters life meant getting you back the way he wanted. But it was better than he ever thought he'd get. 

He sniffled again, grabbing his phone and pressing speed dial one without hesitation. He didn't give the person on the line a chance to speak once they answered.

"Frankie... I got a little girl," Billy beamed through his sobs. Frank made a choked noise on the other end.

"Shit, Bill. Congratulations," he replied, his own voice thick with emotion and wavering. 

Billy would never forget how badly Frank reacted to the news you were pregnant and he'd just walked away. It stuck with him for a long time and he knew Frank was hurt by what he did. Billy was his family which meant his kid was family. 

Billy didn't care as he openly sobbed down the phone to his best friend and he knew Frank wouldn't rib him for it, not this time. Once he mentioned he had pictures, Frank didn't hesitate to tell him he was on his way over. 

Despite the pain he was feeling and the self loathing, he felt a sense of completeness that he'd never felt before. And he knew no matter what he'd do right by you and his baby girl. He'd be the man you both deserve. You were both his family and he wouldn't abandon you. Not again. He wouldn't perpetuate the cycle of his own harsh upbringing. It would be different this time. He'd be a good dad. A good man for his girls.

[heloisedaphnebrightmore]

Play with me [Billy Russo x Reader] - Requested [15+]

Title: Play with me Pairing: Billy Russo x Female!Reader Word count: 3.3k Published: 13 June 2021 Author: Heloise Daphne Brightmore Notes: There's no smut in it, but it is quite suggestive so I think it deserves the 15+ rating. Warnings: Suggestive phrases, mention of alcohol and drinking Summary: Once again you find yourself dragged to a fancy event as part of your work by none other than Billy himself. Your boss seems to be enjoying your discomfort, finding entertainment in your grimaces and sulking comebacks. That is until you decide to turn his little game against him. Request: [x] Prompts requested by @sunrisefairy for my celebration event.

Billy Russo x Reader Fluff #19 - “It’s not a double date. We’re just third and fourth wheeling.” Spicy #20 - “Are you flirting with me?” Spicy #39 - “I’m a little drunk and a little horny.”

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You've never been big on attending all those fancy events your company has been hired to work at, but Billy always said it was a good way to build connections. Not once have you found yourself in a pretty little ballgown, following your boss around with a stone-cold expression, silently trying to suffocate him with your murderous gaze. You were hired to be a security agent not a peacock, but Billy didn't seem to mind the invisible daggers your eyes shot at him, if anything, by the smug grin across his face, he appeared to be enjoying the situation.

Just like many times before, this event was organised by one of his clients as well and he had been invited, along with a plus one to your utter disappointment. Though it sounded like you were supposed to be guests, in the end the man made it clear that he wanted Billy to have his back and his people to be blended in the crowd. Therefore, most of the night, you and Billy have been following around the old man, some no name politician you couldn't even recognise with his wife on his arm, smiling like a wild beast.

"You know, if you think about it, this could be our first date," Billy smirked as his eyes scanned the room. "It's like a grand double date," he smirked, earning an annoyed huff from you.

"It's not a double date, I wouldn't even go out with you if you were the last person on this planet," you groaned. "We are just— third and fourth wheeling for the sole purpose of their security," you nodded towards the couple in front of you.

"If denial makes your sensitive little heart feel better about your attraction towards me, who am I to object," he chuckled. "Though I have to admit, that silk dress on you makes it very hard for me to focus," he scanned your body, his gaze studying every single inch as though he could see through the thin material. His eyes dwelled longer on the high cut design that ran up to the top of your thigh, exposing your bare legs. His intent gaze burned your skin, your ears feeling as though they were on fire before realisation hit you.

"Hold on a minute, are you flirting with me?" You asked incredulously.

"As smart as you are, I'm surprised it took you this long to realise," he replied with his smug grin growing wider.

"Wipe it off," you scoffed at him as he grabbed your arm, rougher than you expected and linked it with his, patting the back of your hand. You walked around the ballroom with him on your side as he shook hands with all kinds of men, each seemingly interested in every breath Billy took, almost as though he was more important than the old man in front of you.

"Why? If it wasn't for your distaste in all these events, you'd be drooling over me by now," he chuckled playfully, offering you a subtle wink, before he turned back to the sea of people with his head held high, his body straightening in an authoritative manner.

"You are delusional," you hissed, teeth gritting in frustration.

"Right, I guess you just love staring at me then. Though I'm not surprised, I'm certainly good to look at," he huffed.

"No and No," you scoffed with a grimace. "And remove that shit-eating grin from your face already," you retorted as Billy clicked his tongue.

"Pretty lips, but such a dirty mouth," he let out a low, throaty laugh as he leaned closer, his lips brushing your ear, his warm breath sending a shiver through your body. "You know, I have a couple of ideas what you could use that mouth for," he replied in a suggestive tone, arching a single brow as he pulled back.

"Oh, do you now?" You offered him a playful smile as your eyes looked him up and down before your gaze met his again. "Unfortunately for you, I'm not interested," you shook your head, trying to act as though his offer didn't affect you, as though his body so close to you didn't force your heart into a dangerous pace. Though mostly you found it easy to ignore his teasing, you had to admit a part of you was indeed inclined to know more about where his mind was wandering off to.

"Ouch," he placed a hand in front of his chest, acting as if he was indeed in pain before he rearranged himself. "Your loss, I guess," he shrugged nonchalantly, earning an annoyed eye roll from you.

As the night went on, you tried to ignore the music in the background and focus on your work. Your eyes scanned the gigantic room as you shimmied through the sea of people dancing in pairs whilst Billy followed right behind you, clearing his throat. Looking back over your shoulder, you realised his eyes weren't on the people surrounding you or establishing eye contact with the rest of the team. His gaze fell lower, lower than you expected.

"Do you like the view?" You asked, arching a brow as he finally stopped staring at your backside and lifted his gaze, running his tongue across his bottom lip.

"What can I say that dress seems to enhance your beauty in all the right places," he smirked, earning a scoff from you. "Hey, can't I compliment you?" He raised his hands innocently, but you didn't fall for it, his proud grin spread wider as he ran his eyes all over you again.

"Pig," you spat as you finally reached the end of the crowd and stole a glass of champagne from a tray one of the servers walked around with.

"You are not supposed to be drinking," he gave you a cold look.

"I can't handle you sober," you chugged the content of the glass in a swift movement, earning a loud huff from him.

"That's not very professional," he replied as he stepped closer and placed a hand on your waist, tugging you closer in his side.

"Well, screw professionalism," you huffed as you felt the alcohol hit you. It was already warm inside, but with the alcohol, you felt your cheeks flush. Your eyes wandered to your side, where his big palm cupped your side, his touch radiating further warmth into your already heated body. "Is it just me—," you asked as you met his gaze, "or your hand seems to wander way too carelessly on my body tonight," you squinted suspiciously.

"I'm just making sure you are safe," he shrugged nonchalantly.

"I'm not the client, you know that, right?" you huffed as you grabbed his hand, took it off your waist and walked towards another room, searching for the old man, before you heard a voice in your earpiece, letting you know about his whereabouts. Heading to his position, you felt Billy's presence right behind you again. You halted your steps and turned around, folding your arms in front of your chest.

"You were not supposed to be drinking," he repeated himself with a stern expression across his face, one that told you this time he wasn't playing around, he was indeed unhappy with you. But instead of apologising or acknowledging his presence for that matter, you simply ignored him and looked around the room. "Do you even realise that I'm your boss?" He frowned, looking at you with a questioning gaze. "I feel like I have been way too lenient with you," he groaned as you stared him down. You caught sight of a waiter heading your way, so you quickly snatched another glass from his tray and gulped down the champagne.

"So? What are you going to do about it?" You asked in a mocking tone, smirking at the man as he chewed on his bottom lip. The words escaped your vocal cords before you could even protest. In normal circumstances you would have never dared to say them out loud, but the alcohol in your system, the two glasses of champagne seemed to do the trick. As you weren't big on drinking and barely had any alcohol, it hit you harder than someone who was used to its strength.

"I could fire you in this instance," he hissed, his tone low and warning. You took a step towards him, barely leaving a couple of inches between you as you looked up at him.

"Then why don't you?" You asked, arching a brow, waiting for a reply. "Come on, why don't you, huh?" You taunted him. "What did you expect? That I'm going to beg you to let me keep my job? Humour me, Russo," you huffed, this time wearing the same shit-eating grin he wore before.

"You are playing with fire," he spoke through gritted teeth as he sneaked an arm around your waist and pulled you flush against his chest, forcing you to lift your head higher to be able to look up at him. "I don't appreciate that tone," he continued in a low, dark voice, one that made your knees buckle, the air stuck in your lungs. "If you want to get my attention, then you can stop, you have had it for a while," he growled as he brushed his lips against your earlobe, his breath fanning the sensitive skin behind your ear. "But if it's for the sole purpose of pissing me off, I advise you to cut the bullshit, because I don't like your stupid little game," he squeezed your side as he pulled back, his jaw clenched.

To be fair, you weren't sure why you were taunting him, but there was something about him when he was frustrated, when you knew he was just a push away from snapping. You never dared to cross that line, nor did you want to do it now, but that borderline dangerous look in his eyes made you feel weak, his strong arm around you rough and warning, still you couldn't stop yourself from poking the sleeping lion. "So, you can play with me, but I can't do the same? Don't you think that's hypocritical?" You scoffed, folding your arms in front of your chest, creating even more space between you. There was a moment of silence as Billy studied your face, trying to decide if you were serious or you had gone completely mental.

"You are drunk, you are not making any sense," he scoffed as he got hold of your arm and started dragging you towards a closed door. As he opened it, you found yourself in some sort of a lounge with a sofa on the opposite wall of the room, an armchair on each side and a small coffee table right in front of it. The dim light and empty room created a rather welcoming feeling after the loud ballroom. "Sit down and take a minute for yourself, I will be back in a second. Hopefully by then you will make more sense," he threw the words at you as he left and closed the door behind himself.

You didn't attempt to take a seat and lounge around, you didn't want to sit down and do nothing, though the slight dizziness you felt urged you to do so. For a second you debated if you should listen to your instincts and indeed rest your tired limbs, but you shook yourself out of the thought and instead wandered around the room, looking at the paintings on the wall. Each art was of the same man— the one you were supposed to be protecting— wearing the finest of clothing you have ever seen. Rich folks, you scoffed at the thought, but before you could have dwelled on them any longer, the door opened. Without looking over your shoulder, Billy's cologne filled your nostrils. "Did you come back to police me?" You said without turning to look at him.

"It seems I didn't give you enough time to clear your head," he mused.

"My head is completely clear," you shot back at him, stumbling a bit as you felt slightly lightheaded. He stood in front of the closed door, hands tucked in the pockets of his trousers as he casually leaned against the wooden panels.

"I can see that," he scoffed, this time with a tiny smile in the corner of his mouth, running his eyes up and down on your body, his gaze darkening.

"I'm not drunk," you pointed at his chest as you walked up to him in haste, halting your steps right in front of him, leaving a barely visible gap between the two of you, feeling the heat radiate from his body.

"And I believe that," he replied in a mocking tone. "Though it leaves me with a question. It seemed you had some difficulty standing on your own two feet just a minute ago. What was that about that then?" His smug grin grew wider, knowing he was right. Indeed, there were some side effects to the alcohol you have consumed.

"Fine," you replied, jaw clenched in anger, teeth gritting as you held yourself back. "I'm— I might be— a little drunk," you cleared your throat as though admitting it caused you physical pain.

"Okay, now we are getting somewhere," he said as he lifted his hand and brushed his fingertips along the curve of your shoulder, slowly following the path down to your wrist. "So, why did you drink then?" He asked, with a slight amount of curiosity.

"You pissed me off," you shrugged nonchalantly, earning a chuckle from Billy as he kept repeating his movements, running his fingers along your arm, causing goosebumps to appear on your skin, which he did not miss.

"That's not very professional, is it?" He asked, teasing you as his strokes moved from your shoulder to your collarbone, forcing your breath to turn shallow. He lifted his eyes, meeting your lustful gaze, only to caress his ego further. "If I didn't know you better, I'd say you are not only drunk, but that smart little head of yours might just be filled with some very— very dirty thoughts," he chuckled as you swallowed nervously, his palm cupping your face, running his thumb along your lip.

He wasn't wrong though. There were thoughts that you wished never to voice, thoughts that had him standing in front of you naked, completely exposed, your hands running across his toned chest, his mouth nipping at the soft skin of your neck. You licked across your lips as the thought became even more vivid, his grumbling tone forcing you to draw your thighs together, needing some sort of a friction. He arched a brow at the movement, a cocky grin spreading across his face. "It seems I'm right once again and you are not even trying to deny it," he breathed as he planted his other hand on your waist and drew you closer. "Tell me, where is that pretty head of yours wondering to?" He let out a low chuckle, but you didn't answer, you didn't dare to say it. "Let me guess," he leaned down to your ear, tickling your neck with his beard, causing a knot to appear in the pit of your stomach, your breathing turning ragged, "are you horny?" He let out a low chuckle as he bit your neck, earning a silent squeaking sound from you, his actions 'almost' sobering you up. 'Almost', because within seconds you find yourself leaning into his touch.

"I—," you tried to reply, but your throat seemed too dry, your heart was beating so heavily, you could hear the drumming of your own pulse in your ears. "I maybe— just maybe a little horny," you breathed as he ran his lips along the curve of your neck, forcing your eyes to flutter shut. Before you realised your own actions, you cupped his cheeks and pulled him away from your neck, pressing your lips to his, stunning him for a mere moment, before he returned your advances. The kiss was hungry, teeth tugging at lips, tongues fighting for dominance, but that was what you needed. You pressed your body against his, closing any remaining gap between the two of you, earning a low growl from Billy. He grabbed your hips, holding onto you as though he was trying to ground himself, keeping himself sober in the haste of that heated kiss.

"I think we should stop," he breathed as he finally found his strength to leave your lips. A deep frown spread across your brow as you studied him.

"Why?" You asked in confusion, knowing— feeling his body's reaction to you.

"Think whatever you want of me, I can be a lot of things, but I like to think that touching someone without their consent is wrong. I believe we have already done more than we were supposed to," he cleared his throat as he tried to push you back gently, but rather firmly and you obliged.

"I'm giving you consent, Russo," you replied in disbelief.

"You are drunk, so I'm not sure you are," he shook his head. A loud huff left your lungs as you walked up to the sofa and sat down, placing one leg over the other, crossing them as you sunk deeper into the cushions.

"Okay," you scoffed. "Correct me if I'm wrong, but I said I was a little drunk. You see little is the key word here," you tilted your head, hoping he would understand where you were going with this. "As you can see, I'm capable of talking, walking, thinking and I'm certainly not crawling on the floor, am I?" You arched a brow, watching his expression turn contemplating. "I will make this easy for you, Russo," you continued, your tone inviting. You lifted your leg from the other and spread them just enough, so the opening of your dress fell between your legs, the high cut design revealing your bare thighs. Seemingly it was enough of an encouragement for Billy to tense up and swallow visibly. "So, what's it going to be?" You asked as a mischievous smile grew wider across your face just as you slowly started closing your legs. Before he could even stop himself, he pounced on you, kneeling between your legs, stopping you from closing the gap as he pressed his lips against yours, ready to take you up on your offer.

His mouth attached to yours hungrily, grabbing your thighs as he pushed you further into the sofa. You busied yourself with his clothes and started untying his tie and unbuttoning his shirt, impatiently trying to pull the material out of his trousers. You threw his tie on the floor, soon followed by his shirt, before you pushed him down beside you and crawled into his lap, earning a groan from him. "You little beast," he grinned at you as he grabbed the back of your neck and pulled you down to meet him halfway in a heated kiss, his hands grabbing your ass, pulling you further down onto his lap, his kisses trailing down to your neck, leaving you panting, whispering his name in your half-clear state of mind.

"Just so you know, I still hate you," you breathed against the crook of his neck as you returned the satisfying attention he was giving you, nipping on the sensitive skin, earning you a throaty groan from him.

"Yeah, I can feel it," he chuckled as he bucked his hips, causing a gasp to erupt from your lungs. "Let's discuss that after you stop screaming my name in pleasure," he replied through gritted teeth as grabbed your hips and with a swift movement changed your position, throwing you on your back, hovering above you. He studied your dishevelled look with a smug grin across his face, before he pressed his lips to yours again, his hands exploring every part of your body that he didn't have the chance to before, forgetting about everything and anything about the ball on the other side of the safely locked door.

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#6 with four/billy pls 🥰

#6 There is nothing you could do to make me love you any less, trust me.

You sat quietly on Four's bed as he rummaged through his drawers, anxiously looking for the first aid kit. You had just gotten back from a mission, a bunch of cuts and small burns on your body. It was nothing too bad, but Four was already making a big deal out of it. Once he found the first aid kit he was back in front of you and began to clean your wounds.

"Ouch, careful!" you hissed, slapping his hand away as you squeezed your eyes shut, the antiseptic burning your wounded skin.

"Sorry! Sorry."

"Be gentle, that thing stings like hell." you said, wincing as he pressed the compress on a deeper cut, causing him to apologise again. He blew on it, trying to ease the pain a little.

You couldn't help but admire him as he cleaned you up, his jaw clenching from time to time, probably meaning that he tried to stop himself from making a comment. You bit your bottom lip to suppress a smile before looking down.

"I told you to be careful." he spoke, breaking the comfortable silence.

"I'm fine, Billy." you withdrew his hand from your face and cupped his cheeks, meeting his eyes. "They're just cuts, it's not like I lost a leg or anything. Stop worrying so much okay? I'm a big girl, I can take care of myself." you leaned in to kiss him softly, gently holding the back of his head as your lips moved together. You parted from the kiss after a moment, resting your forehead against his.

"Are you mad at me?"

"Maybe."

"But you still love me though, right?" you pouted, overdramatically. Four raised an eyebrow but didn't say anything so you shrugged, a smirk drawing itself on your lips. "No? well I guess i'll have to find another boyfriend. I'm sure Seven would love to—"

"Oh fuck off." he laughed, pushing you down on the bed and crawling on top of you before kissing you deeply.

"There is nothing you could do to make me love you any less, trust me.”