#thirsty billy russo readers

[e-dubbc11]

Afternoon Delight

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

Pairing: Billy Russo x F! Reader

Warnings: Dirty talk, a LOT of it. Reader and Billy both have filthy mouths in this one so 18+ please (no minors or I’m telling), some swear words

Word Count: 1.6k-ish

Summary: Reader is reading and waiting for her boyfriend to bring her lunch in the park. A very handsome man takes a seat next to her, the book she’s reading is one of his favorites.

A/N: This is my contribution to May’s writing challenge over on the Thirsty For Cox discord server. This month’s prompt was sundress season and I honestly didn’t mean for it to get dirty but my brain had other ideas. Oh the book I took the quotes from is The Picture of Dorian Gray. I hope you like it!

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

A gentle summer breeze rushed across your exposed shoulders as you sat alone on a park bench reading your book on an early Saturday afternoon. The subtle rustling of the trees above your head prompted you to look up and watch the sun highlight the veins in the leaves as the wind moved them in multiple directions.

The warm afternoon sun shone through the leaves on the trees, drawing attention to bright green patches of grass all over the park. It was a beautiful day.

Your boyfriend told you earlier that morning that he would meet you in the park for lunch and you couldn’t wait to surprise him with the new dress you bought.

Black with white polka dots, adjustable spaghetti straps, long with a deep V-neck and a drawstring closure, it was perfect for a day like today and you were sure he would love it on you.

Continuing to turn the pages of your book, you looked up the walkway and noticed a very handsome man walking toward you wearing a gray suit.

He had ebony colored hair, a short well-groomed beard and as he came closer you noticed his eyes. He had beautiful yet very mysterious deep brown eyes, the kind of eyes you could just get lost in while he was talking to you. They looked like two flat black marbles and they were looking directly at you.

There were empty park benches everywhere, so you didn’t think he would take a seat next to you and yet, he did. As he sat down, he smiled at you. You’ve never seen a more perfect smile on top of an already incredibly handsome face.

He said hello, you said hello back and returned the smile he gave you.

A smile like his could get you into some serious trouble but then he doubled down and opened his mouth to which you heard his soft tone, his voice was smooth like warm honey with a slight New York accent.

“I love that book.” He said.

You almost forgot you were holding a book, he was quite the distraction.

“Me too.” You said. “This is my fourth time reading it. Do you have a favorite part?”

You asked him, hoping to throw him off guard to see if he’s actually read it or if it’s some lame pick up line.

“Well…let’s see.” He said. “There are so many.”

Got him.

“The only way to get rid of a temptation is to yield to it. Resist it, and your soul grows sick with longing for the things it has forbidden to itself, with desire for what its monstrous laws have made monstrous and unlawful.” Chapter 2, page 23

“Oh and…”

“When we are happy, we are always good, but when we are good, we are not always happy." Chapter 6, page 106

The fact that he had those passages memorized, shocked you to your core and you felt slightly embarrassed and ashamed that you doubted him, but it turned you on at the same time.

“I’m sorry, I thought that…” You said.

He interrupted you.

“You thought it was a line, didn’t you.” He said with a sly grin.

Very few people surprised you, especially tall, handsome men just strolling through the park.

“I do apologize Mister?” You asked.

“Russo…Billy Russo.” He said extending his hand for you to shake. “I read that book a lot when I was deployed overseas.”

“Deployed? Wait, lemme guess…” You said as you carefully looked him over from head to toe. “You were a marine.” You were biting down on your lower lip, and fighting the desire to draw him in close by his tie.

He continued to stare at you with those intense brown eyes of his, he could not look away and neither could you. He held your gaze and felt yourself start to blush every time he smiled at you.

“How did you know?” He asked.

“Well…actually, my boyfriend was also in the Marines.” You said in a low breathy tone.

His smile disappeared.

“Well your boyfriend is a lucky man, I’ve never seen a more beautiful smile…on anyone.” He said.

He took the words right out of your mouth, you felt the same way about his smile.

Billy moved his head like it was on a swivel, looking all around him. “So…where is this boyfriend of yours? If you were mine, I’d never let you out of my sight.” He stated.

The struggle to keep from smiling was difficult, and you replied. “Actually, I don’t know. He said he would meet me here for lunch and he’s never ever late.”

You weren’t sure if it was the rays from the sun or Billy that was causing the warmth to rise to your cheeks.

There was something you wanted from Billy but maybe you shouldn’t ask. Although, what harm could come from reading a few pages from your book to you?

There was just something about his voice that was captivating. The way the words rolled off of his tongue was musical and hypnotic, like he was meant to read them aloud.

As he read, he’d glance away from the pages for sentences at a time to look over at you. He had memorized a lot of the passages, staring at you as he recited the words.

At one point, he stopped and lost his place because he was too busy staring at you.

“I’m so sorry.” He said. “I have to tell you, I’m very distracted by this beautiful dress you have on. Although I’m not sure if it’s the dress or the woman wearing it, maybe it’s both. I can’t believe your boyfriend let you leave the house without him, lookin’ like that. Every man that walks by this bench is having the same thoughts as I am.”

Trying to swallow the lump in your throat, the ache between your thighs grew hungry for him.

“Oh? And—what sort of thoughts would those be, Mr. Russo?” You whispered.

“Impure ones.” He hissed as he looked you up and down.

Your fingers lightly danced across the glowing skin on your chest and moved up to rub the back of your neck as his tongue darted out to lick his bottom lip.

“Thoughts of taking you back to my place, hiking that dress up over your hips and fucking you so hard you can’t walk right tomorrow, pinning you against the wall, and having your legs wrapped around my waist, pulling me deeper into that sweet pussy of yours. I wanna hear you scream my name over and over again until your voice cracks, and I bet you’d look really pretty sitting on my dick.”

Gently, he touched your bare shoulder, and brushed the warm soft skin of your arm with his calloused fingers, those words sent shivers down your spine despite the hot afternoon sun.

Shuddering at those sinful thoughts, you leaned in to him so your face was closer to his yet your bodies remained apart and whispered against his mouth. “Is that right? Anything else?” You asked before sucking on his bottom lip.

“Or just ripping it off of you because it covers that gorgeous body of yours, then using it to tie you to the bed so I can look at you all spread out, ready to take my cock. Those are the kind of thoughts I’m having.”

A bead of sweat had dripped from your neck down your chest and in between your breasts, your panties were soaked from listening to Billy describe what he wanted to do to you, and if he wanted to fuck you right there on that park bench, you would probably let him.

“Maybe I’m having similar thoughts.” You said softly. “Maybe I want to see you on your knees in front of me, your head underneath my dress, and your tongue fucking me until I can’t see straight.”

You were so distracted by him, you forgot why you were sitting on that bench in the first place.

He inched closer to you so his thigh was touching yours, the look in his eyes was primal, his long slender fingers touched the side of your face, his other hand grazed the top of your breast and then he pushed some of your hair back behind your ear so he could whisper to you.

“Role playing is fun, isn’t it sweet girl. I don’t even need to touch you to know how wet you are for me. Love the new dress. I know I was supposed to bring lunch but I didn’t think there would be a snack waiting for me when I got here.” He said with a devilish smirk and gave you a kiss on the cheek.

You reached out to brush his beard with your thumbs and let out a little chuckle. “Wow…And I thought I’ve heard every cheesy pick up line there is, my love. Are you done flirting with me? Where’s my lunch?”

Billy held up one finger. “Number one, I’ll never stop flirting with you, number two, you’re wearin’ MY lunch…and I promise I’ll get you something to eat, but I need to get you home now otherwise we’re both getting arrested for indecent exposure.” He said with a wink. “I held out as long as I could. I’m pretty sure I flatlined when I first saw you. You look fuckin’ hot, baby.”

You leaned in close and gave him a hungry kiss, your tongue twisted with his and your teeth nipped at his lower lip which made him absolutely feral for you.

“Well let’s go home then, Mr. Russo and don’t forget our book.”

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[munsonownsmyass]

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Move Me by @itwasthereaminuteago

Summary: A dancer and a boxer, you've got more in common than you first thought, and helping each other through your issues brings you closer than you could imagine.

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[hungermakesmonsters]

Catch Me If You Can

Chapter Eight

Plot summary : When your friend interviews for a position at Anvil, you have a chance encounter with Billy Russo. He takes you for coffee and, by the time you’re done, Billy decides he’s anything but done with you.

Pairing : Billy Russo x Reader

Story Rating : R 

Chapter Rating : PGish

Warnings : [This is a fic for 18+ only, minors DNI] Reader is kind of mean to Billy. Random guy gets grope-y and doesn't want to take no for an answer. There's a little bit of violence. And reader has far too much to drink. Please check the warnings on each chapter if you choose to follow this story. 

Word Count : ~4.3k

A/N : This follows on directly from the last part! Thanks to everyone still following this and for all the likes, comments and reblogs, y'all are awesome!!

CHAPTER ONE | CHAPTER TWO | CHAPTER THREE | CHAPTER FOUR | CHAPTER FIVE | CHAPTER SIX | CHAPTER SEVEN

Chapter Eight

The club was packed, the dance floor a sea of bodies in costumes and faces in masks. You regretted deciding to go the moment you saw how full it was, but Tammy had hold of your wrist, leading you towards the bar. It was your round and, suddenly, you were very glad of the two hundred dollars Billy had tipped you for his bogus delivery. Eventually you all ended up at a table, more shots were put in front of you and, honestly, you couldn’t remember the last time you’d had so much to drink

Michelle and her friend made a point of loudly letting everyone (you) know when Billy arrived. The newer Anvil recruits seemed just as uncomfortable as you at his presence and you made a point of heading to the bar before he reached your table, escaping his notice, but you found yourself glancing over your shoulder, drinking in the sight of him in one of his dark suits, matched with a red shirt, and a devil mask that covered half his face. At least he’d be easy to avoid, looking like that.

You stayed at the bar, slowly making your way through a couple of drinks, doing everything you could not to look back. And, for a time, that worked out perfectly.

Until it didn’t

You felt him behind you, standing too close, towering over you. A shiver ran up your spine as he placed his hand on the bar next to yours, so close that his thumb was almost pressed against your pinkie. The seconds ticked by; you didn’t speak and he didn’t move. You were the first to break, glancing over your shoulder, finding his dark eyes beneath the devil mask. He didn’t smile that playful smile, didn’t look happy that you’d finally decided to pay attention to him; his jaw was clenched and he just seemed lost.

Unfortunately for him, you’d had enough to drink to loosen your tongue.

“Did you tell Michelle that she’s a rebound?” Not caring about the jealousy and anger in your voice.

“I’m not here with Michelle.” 

“Not what I heard,” you answered back and watched as his shoulder twitched in annoyance, “tonight’s the night she finally gets you into bed.”

“I’m not fucking Michelle - tonight or any other night.” Barely managing to hold back his irritation, but you couldn’t tell if it was aimed at you or her.

“No, that’s right - you can’t fuck anyone, can you?” A laugh bubbled up and you hated how cruel you felt the moment it left your lips.

“You know why I’m here.”

“Yeah because she sent you a thirst trap and you were thirsty enough to fall for it. Don’t act like this has anything to do with me.”

Billy didn’t answer, he just reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone, opening the picture Michelle had sent, zooming in on the background; it was you, talking to Tammy. He’d come to the club for you, to stop you taking anyone home, just like he said he would.

“So you’re stalking me now?” You demanded but the only answer he gave was a shrug. “I tried to give you the benefit of the doubt, but your ex was right about you; you’re a fucking psycho, Billy.”

It was enough to draw a reaction from him, one that you weren’t expecting. There was a visceral flicker of pain across his face, followed by something that almost looked like fear. He looked away from you and your stomach dropped, remembering what Karen and Frank had told you about his relationship with Krista. It felt like you’d genuinely hurt him, like you’d finally managed to strike a nerve.

“You spoke to Krista.” It wasn’t a question, wasn’t even a demand, he just sounded resigned.

“She spoke to me,” you explained, not wanting him to think you’d gone looking for dirt on him.

“When?”

“At the gala. Why? What does it matter?”

“And she told you - what? - that I’m a psychopath, that I can’t feel real emotions? Did she tell you I’m dangerous? That I hurt people?” There was pain in his voice, the kind you hadn’t meant to cause, his composure seeming to break a little more as his shoulder ticked again. “She told you all that but you still went home with me?”

“I didn’t believe her -”

“But you do now?” He didn’t let you finish. “You think I’d hurt you? That I’m capable of hurting you?” He was standing close enough that you heard his breath catch over the thrum of the music, and saw his chest shudder, like he couldn’t breathe. His hand twitched on the bar, inadvertently grazing yours as he pulled it back.

Before you could think of an answer, or say anything at all, he was turning away from you and disappearing into the crowd. You’d managed to get rid of him, but the cost felt far too high.

The next few hours passed in a blur of tequila shots and increasingly sloppy dancing with Tammy and her friends. From time to time, you caught sight of him through the crowd, Michelle permanently attached to his side, putting her hands on him at any chance she got, but every time you looked his way, it was you that held his attention. 

You kept drinking, trying to wash away the sickening feeling in your stomach, the part of you that regretted what you’d said to Billy - you’d wanted him to leave you alone, you hadn’t wanted to hurt him. And it had been low bringing Krista into it. But, the more you drank, the harder it became to really focus on any of that. You just wanted to dance, but none of the Anvil guys seemed to want to dance with you or pay you any attention, and you didn’t know if it was because of Billy or just because of you. 

With your self-esteem in the toilet, you went looking for validation elsewhere, and it wasn’t long before you found yourself a dance partner (though you really should have realised he was bad news purely because he was dressed as Jared Leto’s Joker).

You danced for a couple of songs before everything started to go wrong.

His hand found your hip, low enough that his fingers could slip into the gaps in your fishnets. You tensed, but you didn’t pull away. If he noticed your discomfort, it didn’t stop him from putting his hand on your other hip, his fingertips roughly pressing into your skin. You danced like that for another song before he got a little bolder, letting one of his hands grab your ass and pull you closer, grinding his body against yours. You managed to squirm out of his grip, hoping he’d take the hint.

He didn’t.

“C’mon, babe, don’t tease. You’re gettin’ me hard.” He smirked, pulling you close again, grinding against you. You tried to push him away, hands on his chest, trying to struggle out of his hold. Instead of letting you go, he leaned in to kiss you. You felt his lips brush yours before -

Suddenly he was gone, pulled away from you, and someone was standing between you and him. Billy. 

“What the fuck?” He threw a clumsy fist Billy's way, but Billy was too fast (and sober). Billy stepped aside, catching him by the collar, holding him in place as he threw a punch of his own. Even over the music you heard the sickening thud of Billy's fist connecting with his face. Blood started to pour from his nose, but Billy didn't stop, hitting him again and again.

He didn't stop until a couple of the Anvil guys pulled him off, one of them telling the bloodied guy to walk away.

By the time Billy thought to turn back to you, you were already heading for the door, not even bothering to stop to get your jacket. He followed after, forcing his way through the crowd and calling out your name, discarding the stupid devil mask as he went. You didn’t stop, didn’t even turn; you just wanted to get out of there.

You were fighting back tears by the time you made it outside and into the pouring rain. It didn’t take long for Billy to catch up, lightly grabbing your wrist so you’d at least turn to look at him.

“Leave me alone, Billy.”

“Are you okay?” He asked, letting you pull away from his grip.

“What do you think?” You half-snapped, half-sobbed. “Are you happy now?”

“Why would I be happy?” He was confused, hurt by the implication.

“You were right; I can’t do this.”

“Oh, sweetheart, I didn’t want to be right like this.” He replied softly. Too softly. The care and tenderness in his voice were just too much to process.

You shook your head and turned to keep walking, and Billy started after you. For a few steps you tried to ignore it, hoping he’d get bored or decide it wasn’t worth getting soaked to the bone. Of course, he didn’t.

“Stop following me, Billy.” 

“I just want to make sure you get in a taxi and make it safely to your front door,” which, to you, made it sound like he wanted to follow you all the way home.

“I’m not getting a taxi.” You kept walking, trying to ignore the rain and the cold. Billy fell a few steps behind before realising just what you were doing.

“You’re gonna walk home in the pissing down rain just to prove a point?” He called after you, still following.

“Yeah, Billy. The point is that I’m not going to fuck you.” You snapped back, almost losing your footing as you glanced back at him.

“I get it, you don’t want me, you’ve made that painfully fucking clear.” And you really could hear that pain in his voice.

“Then why are you still following me?”

“‘cause this is a scary neighbourhood and I don’t think a good looking guy like me would make it to the end of the block on his own?” You didn’t want to laugh at his stupid joke, and you did your best to stifle it, but it hurt. You didn’t want to laugh with him, didn’t want to think about the sweet and playful guy you went for coffee with all those weeks ago, it just made walking away from him harder. 

Billy kept following as you crossed the street, watching as you shivered and tried to push your wet hair from your eyes. He stayed silent, giving you space and waiting for you to speak again. And, of course, a few minutes later, you did.

“Why did you have to ruin it?” You asked, stopping beneath a flickering street light and turning to face him. He was drenched just like you, but it didn’t seem to bother him; perks of being an ex-Marine, you supposed. “We had a perfect night, why couldn’t you just let me keep that?”

“Because I don’t want a perfect night with you, I want every night; the perfect ones and the bad ones.”

“Don’t you realise how insane that sounds? You hardly know me, Billy.”

“I know enough. I know how I feel whenever I’m around you.”

“And how’s that?” You rolled your eyes.

“Happy,” he answered uncomfortably, like he didn’t want to admit it. “I feel like I can just be myself with you, and you’ve got no idea how difficult that is for me..."

“Why would that be hard for you?”

“Seriously?” You didn’t say anything. “You’ve seen Michelle, right? You’ve seen how she is with me?”

“Yeah, she wants to fuck you, like pretty much every other woman above the age of consent in New York...” You rolled your eyes, oblivious to the point he was trying to make.

“And you think any of them would give a shit if I didn’t have money, or if I didn’t look like this?” Again, you didn’t say anything, finally starting to understand what Billy was trying to say. “Every time someone like Michelle wants to talk to me, it’s to get something. I spent my whole childhood trying to get anyone to care about me, and now people just see me for what I am, not who I am, but not you...”

The vulnerability in his voice, written all over his face, was enough to soften your expression.

“Don’t,” he told you softly, “don’t you dare pity me.”

You stayed silent, letting your eyes linger for a moment more before continuing your miserable walk in the rain. It felt strange to suddenly have a new perspective on everything, on Billy. It hadn’t crossed your mind how it must feel to have people only interested in his status and looks - honestly, with the way he acted sometimes, you’d just assumed that Billy was perfectly happy with it.

Soaked to the bone and freezing cold, you pulled your arms across your chest, shivering and regretting your childish decision to walk home. Before you knew it, Billy was at your side, draping his jacket over your shoulders, it was wet through, but it helped block the cold wind.

“Billy -”

“I don’t want you freezing to death out here.”

You didn’t argue, you already knew that it would be pointless to try. He kept walking like the cold and rain didn’t bother him, like the only one being punished on this slow walk home was you. And, by the time you reached your street, you were close to tears again, the wind was biting and you felt like a child for putting Billy through it.

Once you were finally outside your building, you turned to face him. There were roughly a thousand and one things you wanted to say to him, and only about half of them were nice. You were still angry, still frustrated beyond belief that he wouldn’t just let you go, but having heard him out, you couldn’t help but think you had to take some of the blame; you’d let things get out of hand because you’d enjoyed your time with him and, in doing so, you’d given him reason to hope for something you couldn’t give him.

A heavy sigh slipped out.

“I’m home. You can go now, Billy.”

“I said I was going to make sure you made it to your front door.”

“I’m not gonna change my mind between now and the third floor.”

It was his turn to sigh. “I’m not expecting you to. I just need to know that you’re home safe.”

“And then you’ll give up and leave me alone?” 

“I didn’t say that.”

Again - again, you knew that there was no point fighting him, that he’d follow you up regardless of what you had to say. So, you pulled his jacket tighter around your shoulders and made your way inside, taking the stairs at an awkward pace, almost stumbling a couple of times (probably why Billy had wanted to make sure you actually made it to your front door, because the walk in the scold had done little to help you sober up). And, by the time you reached your door, you felt worse than ever.

Under the flickering hallway light, you could finally see him, see the state he was in; soaked to the bone, hair dripping, shirt clinging to his body. And it was your fault - of course he wasn’t going to let you walk the New York streets on your own at two in the morning. And you could have changed your mind at any time and ordered an Uber, but you hadn’t because you’d wanted to put him through that.

As if you hadn’t already put him through enough.

“Can I get my jacket back?” He asked, breaking a silence that you had allowed to linger a touch too long.

“Why did you have to do this, Billy?” Still clinging to his jacket, knowing that he couldn’t leave without it.

“Which part?” He asked, like he thought everything that he’d done had been perfectly reasonable.

“Any of it.” Because you weren’t sure why he was fighting so hard to keep you. No one had ever fought to keep you before.

“You flinched - every time that prick put his hands on you, you flinched. And it made me so fucking angry that anyone could touch you in a way that made you uncomfortable.” His voice turned low, barely masking his anger, but it wasn’t directed at you. “He didn’t even notice - what d’you think he would have done if you’d gone home with him, if you’d asked him to stop?”

You didn’t have an answer for that. All you could think about was how Billy had always stopped when you asked, how he’d noticed every little flicker of discomfort - how he’d noticed your discomfort even when he wasn’t the one causing it.

“I don’t care what you think about me, I’d never let anyone hurt you.” He didn’t have to go on because you were sure his reasons for following you home were exactly the same. “And I - I know I hurt you earlier, and I’m so fucking sorry, but seeing him grabbing you like that...”

He didn’t have to finish the thought. And you were glad that he didn’t. The rage in his voice said more than words ever could.

It was then, when your gaze dropped to your feet, that you noticed the puddles you were both making on the tiled floor. Billy was drenched and probably cold - would he even be able to get a taxi in that state? His penthouse was so far away, and -

“Do you want to come in?” You asked in little more than mumble. “Just - just to dry off a little?”

“Are you sure?”

“Just to get dry, nothing else, I’m not going to fu-”

“I wouldn’t even if you threw yourself at me.” He interrupted. It stung to hear, though you weren’t sure why; you’d just spent the last twenty minutes telling him to leave you alone. His hand on your cheek urged you to look up so he could see you. “Only because you’re drunk  and I’d never take advantage of you,” he explained, a ghost of a smile on his lips, “you’re never going to regret a night that you spend with me.

“Why do you have to say things like that?” You practically whined, hating that he was suddenly being the perfect gentleman despite every shitty thing you’d said to him in the last twenty-four hours.

“I’m not gonna make it easy for you to get over me,” he shrugged.

Turning, you fumbled with your keys, missing the lock a couple of times before Billy took over. He unlocked the door and let you into your dark apartment. Obviously Tammy hadn’t come home yet. Finding the light switch took more effort than you would have liked and you were pretty sure Billy was trying to keep himself from laughing, especially when you almost fell over pulling your boots off. But, all the while, he stood behind you, ready to catch you if you fell.

“Go sit down,” you told him, waving towards the den before heading off to the bathroom to grab some towels, not even noticing that you still had his jacket pulled tightly around you.

Catching sight of yourself in the mirror, you realised just how bad you looked; hair dripping, eyes red, and make-up running down your face. (If that hadn’t been enough to scare Billy off, what would be?) You spent a moment at the sink, trying to clean yourself up a little, scrubbing away the make-up with enough force to leave your skin feeling raw, before towel drying your hair. 

There was no noise in the apartment and you almost dared to hope that Billy had let himself out but, when you finally left the bathroom, a towel in hand, you found him in the den, sitting on the edge of the coffee table. He gave you a smile as you edged closer, holding out a hand like he was expecting you to offer him the towel. But you didn’t - that had been the plan, to let him dry himself off so he could leave - instead you stopped in front of him, standing far closer than you knew you should.

Billy didn’t say anything, he didn’t even move. Looking down you noticed the way he was gripping the edge of the table at his sides, holding tight, obviously not trusting himself not to reach for you. 

Even though you knew he was still fighting for you, he was respecting your boundaries.

Slowly, you pressed the towel to one side of his face, then the other, before towelling his hair. His eyes stayed on yours, letting you do what you wanted. Your attention moved to his neck, one hand drying his skin with the towel while the other slowly started to undo his shirt. Little by little you exposed his torso, running the towel across his chest and stomach, while you pushed the shirt off his shoulders. And Billy let you, he went along with everything until your fingers found his belt.

He took hold of your hand gently before standing slowly. When he reached for you, your breath caught and, despite every time you’d said no to him, you found yourself thinking yes. But Billy didn’t kiss you, didn’t even pull you into his arms. No, he gently pulled his wet jacket from around your shoulders and dropped it onto the table.

“You should get out of those wet clothes,” he told you softly and, despite the tenderness in his tone, it felt like a rejection. 

“Right,” you huffed, letting the towel drop from your hand. You weren’t even sure why you were upset - or what you’d even been planning to do when you got his pants off. As much as you’d been trying to convince him that you didn’t want him, some part of you obviously did.

You turned from him, but instead of heading towards your bedroom you made a beeline towards the kitchen.

“What are you doing?” He asked, getting to his feet and following after.

You didn’t need to answer, it became more than obvious once you’d fished a bottle of Jack Daniels from a cupboard and found yourself a mug. Billy let out a sigh, obviously biting back what he wanted to say; haven’t you had enough? For a second you just looked at him, expectant, but when it didn’t come, you decided to pour him a drink too (managing to splash the counter in the process).

Billy looked at the mug; a bright pink thing with the words Queen Bitch painted on in silver glitter. The corners of his lips turned up at the ridiculousness of it, eyes then rolling when he noticed that yours similarly was painted silver with the words Ray of Fucking Sunshine in gold.

When you took a drink, he did too. He let the silence linger for a few long moments, waiting to see if you had anything to say, but you were waiting for him to speak first.

“What are we doing?” 

“Drinking.” You answered, taking another sip from your mug and grimacing at the taste.

“Why?” 

“Because what else are we going to do?” You offered. Billy held up his hand in a confused half-shrug, needing you to be  more specific. “You’re half naked in my apartment but you don’t want to fuck me, so what else are we supposed to do?”

Even though you were being completely serious, Billy started to laugh but it wasn’t that playful that you’d come to enjoy pulling from him, it was something far darker. Still, you glared at him, silently demanding that he explained himself.

“There hasn’t been a single moment where I haven’t wanted to fuck you, sweetheart,” there was that sharp, barely restrained tone in his voice again. He placed his mug down and stepped towards you, your head tilting back the closer he got to keep your eyes on his. “You’ve got no idea the things I want to do to you - the things I will do to you once you admit that you’re mine.”

“I’m not yours,” you answered breathlessly, not sure which of you you were really trying to convince.

He reached for you and you let him, his hand finding your cheek and, despite your verbal protests, you leaned into the touch, letting your eyes fall shut for a few sweet seconds. You didn’t open them until Billy spoke again.

“I want you in the worst ways, I’m out of control when I’m with you, but I can’t stay away. I’m bad news, just like Krista said, and you’re right to try and tell me no. But, eventually, you’re gonna give in and then I’ll show you exactly how much I want you.” It felt like he was barely holding back again and you shivered. “Once you’re mine, I’m gonna ruin you.”

You struggled to swallow down the lump that had stuck itself in your throat, heart pounding in your chest, again struck by the notion that Billy was dangerous. But you still didn’t pull away, the heat of his palm on your cheek stoked a heat between your thighs and, although he’d already said no, you wanted him. Dangerous or not, some part of you still knew that Billy would never hurt you.

“I’m not yours,” you said again, lifting the mug to your lips and draining the rest of the Jack Daniels.

“Not yet,” he answered back.

“Maybe I’m the one who’s dangerous, maybe I’ll ruin you. You don’t know me, you don’t know what I’ve done. You think you want me but if you knew…” The mug was placed on the side and you made to move, half-thinking about throwing yourself at Billy, and half-wanting to grab his discarded drink, instead the floor seemed to shift and you fell forward. Billy caught you, holding you tight against his chest.

“Okay, time for bed, sweetheart.” And you were in no state to argue with him as he scooped you up into his arms.

CHAPTER NINE

END NOTES : I don't really have much to say about this one. I just enjoy the angst. Next chapter will take place more or less directly after this one, and we're finally going to learn a little bit more about reader (though please check the warnings on the next one because there's a few things that will probably come up that are potentially triggering). And, as always thank you so much for engaging with this story, I'm speechless how many followers I've gotten and the fact that the first chapter of this story now has over 100 notes!

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[k-marzolf]

Diet Mountain Dew.

Neighbors to lovers, mechanic!Billy, reader is thirsty, Billy is cocky, kissing, fluff, fem!reader.

1,284 words.

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It started where you’d come by, and help give him tools, “Here, Mister Russo.” You’d say, sweetly.

And if he said he didn’t imagine you calling him Mister Russo in different circumstances, he’d be lying.

You smiled, pushing up your large glasses, as though you knew, twirling the tools in your hand, and blowing bubbles with your gum, and changing his radio station to country music of all things.

He turned it back to rock, and you popped another bubble. “I was listening to that.”

“I don’t care. My garage, my music.” He said, lifting the hood of the car.

“You’re kind of an asshole, aren’t you?”

“Took you long enough to figure it out.” He smirked over his shoulder.

You rolled your eyes.

One day he was getting ready to leave when you popped your gum, blowing another bubble, waiting for him to take you home in the cold weather. You often popped into your neighbor's work to chat with him, while you waited for him to get off work. His business was near the bookstore where you worked, and he’d drive you home every day so you didn’t have to walk home with your bad knee, especially with winter right around the corner.

He wiped his hand off of the grease on an old cloth, “Need a ride home?”

You smiled softly, “Yes, Mister Russo.” And then popped your gum again.

He grabbed a fistful of your hair, yanking your head back. “You pop that gum one more time, we’re gonna have a problem.” He said, baring his teeth.

You blew a bubble, popping it.

The audacity.

He growled, kissing you hard, pushing into your mouth, knocking your glasses askew, and making you gasp. He pulled back, with your gum in his mouth, and spit it out in the trash.

“I wasn’t done chewing.” You said indignant.

“You are now, baby.” He smirked, closing the garage down.

You followed him with your cane, “Asshole.”

Billy watched you apply your chapstick that was root beer flavored while he took a wheel off a car. “That actually work, or does it just taste good?”

You huffed, “It works.” You blotted your lips. “Wanna taste, Mister Russo?” You teased, puckering up.

He held up his can of soda, “I’m good.”

You sighed, “Too bad. I would have given you a kiss for a dollar.” You teased lightly.

“Jesus, in my day it was fifty cents.” He teased back.

“I’m expensive.” You laughed.

Billy huffed, “Clearly.”

You stood in the hall outside your neighbor’s apartment with your cane, knocking on his door. Your leg ached.

He opened it, “Yeah?” He asked admiring you in your sweater dress, the way your hair was done up nice. He wanted to brush it, and play with it.

“My stove won’t work.” You said softly. “Can you come look at it?” You asked, pushing your glasses up, your sweater sleeves too long for your arms, and hung over your hands a little.

“For a dollar.” He grinned, laughing, when you hit arm.

You ate chocolates, while he bent over your stove, looking at it and mumbling to himself.

You admired him in his tight dark jeans and green sweater. You may or may not have found things around your apartment wrong, just so he’d come over. So you wouldn’t have to be alone. Always alone, friends were hard to come by being disabled. You slowed them down.

You were too shy to ask him to have a movie night or something. And sometimes you just wanted to sit and read a book with your feet in his lap, while he read his own book, enjoying each other's company.

And he caught you at it, too. “You want me to come over, baby, I will. Don’t need an excuse to see a pretty girl.”

Your cheeks heated, and he smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners.

You sat there in his work garage watching him work on some old Chevy or something, you were terrible with cars, admiring how his sweater slid up exposing his naval and the little patch of hair there, you twirled a wrench or whatever it was, in your hand itching to touch him.

You pressed your thighs together, as he slid out from underneath the car, hands looking greasy, his sweater pulled up around his elbows. You imagined him staining your thighs with his handprints as he kissed you.

You imagined running your fingers through his soft hair, always slicked back and faded on the sides, before pulling on it while he kissed you, probably tasting like the soda he drank. And then you imagined pulling on his hair for an entirely different reason.

He looked over at you, smirking as he sipped his soda, fingers stained from working on the car. Uh oh. He must have noticed you gawking. He rolled over to you, sitting at your level on the thing he’d rolled under the car with (you were at a loss for the terminology), in his maroon sweater and black jeans.

“Want somethin’, baby?” Billy asked, looking cocky.

“No.” You said, shyly.

“No?” Billy asked, smiling growing. He leaned closer, and you instinctively leaned in too. “Gotta be a good girl and ask for what you want.” He teased you.

“Mister Russo, you’re being an asshole.” You whined, seriously considering whacking him on the head with the wrench-thingy.

He laughed; “I think we both already know I’m an asshole.” He said, booping you on the nose with his dirty fingers.

“Can I have a kiss?” You asked, sweetly. “I helped give you tools all day. Froze my leg off here.” You said, patting your leg.

“For a dollar.” He smirked.

You glared, “Fine, I’ll just kiss Paul down the hall.”

Billy huffed, “You think mama’s boy can kiss you right?” Billy asked, rolling closer.

God, he was being an asshole, but Paul was a mama’s boy. He did nothing without his mother’s help.

“Mister Russo.” You whined, “Don’t you wanna taste the root beer on my lips?”

“C’mere.” Billy hummed, and you leaned into him eagerly. He kissed you this time, making your insides melt, his fingers touching your thighs making you sigh. He gripped them, and yanked you closer, careful of your bad leg.

You gasped into his mouth, tasting Diet Mountain Dew on him. The feel of his tongue sliding against yours had desire licking at your insides.

You pulled on his hair roughly, making him groan into your mouth, and an ache built between your thighs.

He pulled back kissing you once, twice, three times before nudging you with his nose. “You taste real sweet, baby. Better than root beer.” He husked.

And then you looked down to see your legs stained with grease, and oil. You grinned inwardly, that had been your intention all along.

“Sorry, baby.” He said, not sounding sorry at all.

You giggled, “Next time I bake, I’m getting flour all over you.” You threatened.

Billy grinned.

God, you made work go by easily.

Later after he drove you home, you shyly invited him into your apartment, and you both ended up on your couch, you laying back, with him laying between your thighs, chin resting on your stomach while you played with his hair, listening to an audiobook.

He looked like a lazy cat, enjoying petting from his favorite human. His eyes were hooded as he watched you, feeling wanted after a childhood unwanted in the group home.

For the first time, you didn’t feel like a burden, alone with only the characters in your books to keep you company.

You didn’t know what you and Billy were, but you were content to let it unfold.

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[lieutenantwilliamrusso]

Hunger 2

Notes: There will 100000% be a delicious part 3 at some point if I forget one of y'all has to remind me plz plz

This is heavily inspired by @marvelmusing and her gorgeous soft Billy vampire fic. I read it and immediately needed more. Thank u for ur service to Billy Russo girls everywhere ma'am.

Tagging: @idaoftheburningmind too hehe

Pairing: Vampire! Billy Russo x Vampire! Fem! Reader

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI, sub! Billy, soft dom! reader, a tiny smidge of dacryphilia, swearing, oral sex

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You can hear everything when you wake. The hum of distant traffic, the squeak of floorboards from somewhere below you, and the rustle of the sheets next to you. At this last sound, your eyes fly open, darting around the room. You're still in Billy's room, but the curtains are closed tightly, letting only dull splinters of light into the room.

You take stock of how your body feels, of the dull ache in your pussy from Billy's torment last night, of how sensitive your skin feels, and most importantly, how fucking hungry you are. It burns in your throat like nothing you've ever felt before, and the intensity scares you. At this realization you sit up quickly, watching the room spin as you move too fast.

"Hey, shh, it's okay." Comes Billy voice from right beside you.

He's whispering, but it's too loud, the sheets are too soft, the soft light is too bright and you moan is discomfort, putting your hands over your ears.

Billy's hands are on your shoulders, trying to comfort you but the feeling of hands on your oversensitive skin drives you insane and you jerk away from his grip.

"What's going on?" You slur, voice muddled from sleep.

"You're okay." Billy soothes, and you feel the bed shift as he slides towards you to place himself in front of you.

"What. Is. Going. On?" You grit, begging for him to explain.

"How do you feel?" He asks, leaning towards you, his dark eyes wide and trained on your face.

You close your eyes, trying to breathe through all of the feelings attacking you at once.

"Bad." Is all you can muster.

Billy chuckles, "You're gonna have to give me more than that, angel."

"'M Thirsty, everything is too loud, there's too much, Billy." You whine, shaking your head.

In the back of your mind something is taking root, a memory that feels so fuzzy and distant that you're not sure it's real. Billy is on top of you, and suddenly everything is going dark, but not before you taste metal on your tongue.

You have a terrible feeling about what this all means.

"Billy...did you do something to me?" You ask, sitting up from where you were hunched over and removing your hands from your ears.

He has the grace to look guilty.

"Y/N, I-"

"Oh my god, oh my fucking god, no you didn't!" You yell, jumping off the bed and and backing away.

Billy looks panicked, eyes wild as he moves towards you.

"Don't! Stay the fuck away from me!" You cry.

"You can't leave." He answers, looking pained.

"Why the fuck not?"

"You need to eat." He explains, inching towards you.

"Eat...blood." You state, unable to process the information coming at you.

"Yes. You haven't eaten yet. You'll feel better when you do. I just need you to come with me." He pleads, arm outstretched to reach for your hand.

"Why did you do this to me?" You ask, eyes watering.

You're so confused. Why would he do this without asking you, without a good reason? He fucking killed you!

"Answer me!" You shout, the first tears spilling over.

"Just please come with me, baby. Eat and I'll explain." Billy reasons.

"Tell me now." You argue.

Billy sighs, dropping his hand.

"You need to come with me willingly or I'm going to take you. Decide."

"Like you decided to kill me?" You shoot back, fists clenched.

Billy looks like you just hit him, his own eyes watery and red. You feel bad for a moment before you remember where you are and who you're with.

"Okay." Is all he says before he lunges, scooping you up into his arms and throwing you over his shoulder.

"Put me down, Billy!" You grunt, writing on his shoulder.

"I will when we get to the kitchen." Is the only answer you get, Billy resolutely moving forward.

Drinking blood is like nothing you've ever experienced. Billy gives you a mug full of it, fresh and warm and you can't resist smelling the sweet, rich aroma before you're gulping it down until Billy pulls the mug away, slowing you down. You yank it away from him, continuing to drink until you reach the bottom, slamming down the ceramic on the counter.

"More." You demand, impatient.

"Give it a second, baby. You don't wanna get sick." Billy reasons, reaching to tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear.

You jerk away, refusing to look at him, anger still simmering under the surface.

"If you're gonna make me a vampire against my will you could at least feed me."

Billy sighs, relenting.

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You're too afraid to leave after that, unwilling to trust yourself around so many beating hearts full of fresh blood that you'll pass on the way home. So you hide, taking over one of the guest bedrooms in Billy's penthouse, only coming out to eat. This goes on for days, and you purposefully avoid Billy's sad eyes and soft sighs as you ignore him day after day.

It's getting harder to, though.

Billy had told you about sires once, about the connection a vampire could have to the person who made them, a bond that was only strengthened by sex or physical touch.

He'd made you, fucked you right before and now you haven't even brushed hands in days. You can feel it, the tug in your chest telling you to seek him out, to let him take you like he used to. But you're still angry. He'd taken away your choice. He'd killed you in a way, changed the structure of your entire life in the span of a few hours.

And yet.

An idea begins to form, a way you can get everything you want growing in your mind until your body is feverish with arousal, all of your mugs of blood working to keep you warm.

He's in the living room when you go to find him, reading a novel in the early evening light streaming in from the large windows. The light won't kill you, but it does make your skin itch if you're in it for too long, something you learned when you fell asleep with the windows open a few nights ago.

Billy looks up when you approach, his eyes soft. He puts his book down, sitting up.

"Hey." He says softly, cognizant of your sensitive hearing.

"Hey." You reply, coming to a stop in front of him.

He's got on a soft gray sweater and jeans, his socked feet below on the plush carpet. He looks...soft. If this were a normal day you'd crawl into his lap, pushing your head into his neck, breathing in his rich scent as he holds you tight. But now...

"Y/N?" He calls, and you realize you've been staring.

"Sorry, um, can we talk?" You ask.

He nods, sliding over to give you some room. Your whole body aches at the distance between you and you wonder if he can smell it, how turned on and desperate you are. He waits for you to start, hands on his thighs. You wonder what biting them would feel like.

"So...you're my sire." You begin.

"I am." He answers, a small, proud smile peeking through when he says it.

You nod, avoiding his gaze.

"Can you tell me why you did it? Please?" You ask quietly, eyes darting up to get a glimpse at his gorgeous face.

He sighs, leaning back into the couch.

"I just wanted to belong to you." He answers honestly.

You raise your eyes to meet his, melting into his firm gaze and he takes your face in slowly.

"You were...are mine. You were before this. What changed?"

He raises a brow at your choice of words.

"I want you forever. I want to be tied to you forever." He explains simply.

"Why not just ask me?"

"Isn't this easier? It's done, we can adjust, I can teach you what you need to know."

"So you took my choice away for convenience?" You can feel the anger brewing, but you try to keep your calm.

Billy looks at you for a long time, a small frown on his lips before he finally responds with deliberate worlds.

"I didn't want to give you the chance to leave me."

"What? I wasn't going to!" You reason.

"What if you woke up one day and realized that I kill people, that I wasn't like you and you left? How am I supposed to live without you? And then you were there, so fucked out and pretty and I...I did it like I've always wanted to because having you angry is better than not having you at all." He finishes, eyes wide.

You ponder his words, realizing just how desperate losing you makes him. You haven't been together that long, but you wonder how much that really matters. You think back to all the expensive dates and lavish gifts, to every late-night make-out on your couch where he'd cook you breakfast the next day. To the way he'd give you his coat and open every door for you and trust you with his secrets. You think about the bond you now share and how it just feels like an extension of what you already feel for the man sitting on front of you. It's a while before you speak again.

"Okay. Do you wanna fix this?" You ask, remembering your idea from earlier.

"Of course I do." Billy replies quickly, turning towards you fully.

"You're gonna have to make it up to me, and then I can forgive you." You say, a small smile on your lips.

Billy seems to catch your meaning, sliding forward to reach for you.

"Ah ah!" You berate, stopping him. "I'm calling the shots here."

He raises a brow. You know Billy has a submissive streak, something soft inside of him that wants to be praised and take care of. Your plan is to let him make it up to you, make him feel like he's good again.

"Okay. Tell me how to fix it." He prompts, waiting with his hands in his lap.

"All you have to do is be good for me, do you think you can do that?"

"Yes." He promises, eyes already glazing over.

You grin then, feeling everything settling back into place. you're right where you need to be. In your element, with Billy ready to drop to his knees in front of you.

"I missed you, you know that? I missed kissing you, talking to you, and most importantly I missed that big cock." You purr, settling back into the pillows and Billy swallows hard.

"It's been right here the whole time, angel." He replies.

"Mmm, but you were bad, remember? I think you should apologize." You berate gently.

"How? I'll do it." Billy pleads quickly.

"Get on your knees. Down here, baby." You point him towards the space on the carpet between your legs.

He goes easily, hands using your thighs for balance as he settles at your feet.

"Such a goof boy." You praise, running your fingers through his hair.

His eyes close as a shudder goes through him and you smile, continuing to pet him.

"Oh, my love. Look at you, so sweet for me like this. I know how you struggle to make the right choices sometimes, so I'm gonna help you, okay?"

He nods, eyes trained on your face. You lean down to press a hot kiss to his mouth, savoring the taste as he breaths out hard at the feeling. When you pull away he tries to follow, and you hold him back with a smile.

"Perfect. I want you to put that gorgeous mouth on me and open me up for you, just like I know you can."

Billy obliges instantly, hands moving to slide down your shorts and panties. The newfound sensitivity of your skin makes you tingle all over, the soft brush of his strong hands already making you squirm. You gasp when he stops moving, staring at your bare pussy like he's never wanted something so badly before. He leans in and you internally beg him to out his mouth on you, but he makes you wait, leaning further to take a deep breath of your scent.

The action makes you moan and you rapidly feel yourself losing control. You grab the back of his head, using your newfound strength to urge him forward.

"Oh! That's it, baby." You praise when his tongue meets your slit, drawing lazy lines up and down your folds.

He works you over slowly, taking his time to savor you for the first time in days. Billy's tongue is expert, sliding over your clit in tight circles before he uses his lips to suck on it, drawing a harsh cry from your lips. Billy looks up at you and you smile down at him, rolling your hips into his mouth. He moans against your clit, causing you to gasp at the sudden vibration.

"So good for me, Billy, making me so happy." You moan as you keep rolling your hips, practically riding his face now.

He shudders at the praise, gripping your hips hard before he slips a finger into you, pumping slowly in time with the suction of his lips. You have his hair in a death grip, knowing how much he loves when you pull it.

After a few moments he adds a second finger, pausing his sucking to meet your eyes again. His pupils are blown, making his dark eyes pitch black in the light. They're glassy and wet and you know he's in that sweet headspace you want him in. The looks on his face asks you how he's doing, and you clench down hard on his fingers to let him know.

"So close!" You cry, head falling back onto the couch.

He pumps faster, brushing the sweet spot inside of you as his mouth returns to its ministrations on your clit. It's only a few more seconds and you're bursting at the seams, white hot pleasure tearing at any composure you had left and leaving you limp and just as hungry ad you were when you woke up a vampire. This time, the hunger is for him.

He's still on his knees when you grab him by the shoulders, pulling him onto the couch with you. He goes easily, just happy your hands are on him.

"Need you right now." You say hoarsely, pulling him closer, hoping to touch as much of your skin to his as possible.

It makes you shiver, the close contact. Between the skin sensitivity, how turned on you are and him being your sire, you're not apt to last much longer. From the way his cock leaks onto your thighs, Billy isn't either. He moans deeply as you take him in hand, pumping him slowly as he pushes his hips into your fist. You press another kiss to his mouth, reacquainting yourself with his tongue as you lick into him. When he does it again, you pull back.

"Ah ah! Shh, let me touch you, you're not done apologizing sweet boy." You chide, leaning in to nip at his earlobe.

He groans, arms in a steel grip around you, holding you to him so tightly you think it would've broken your bones if you were still human.

When he starts to moan wantonly, hips stuttering you let go, smiling at the way he chokes out another hoarse moan. You push him away, letting him fall back until he's under you, legs spread just the way you want them. When you straddle his hips he grins, throwing his head back.

"Won't last." He warns, eyes squeezing shut.

"I know." You smile.

You'd gotten him worked up on purpose, knowing you were only going to hold out for a few more minutes yourself. You waste no time, taking his cock in hand to sink down onto it quickly. Billy grips your thighs, trying to fuck up into you. You slap a hand onto his chest, the other gripping his jaw gently. When his eyes meet yours they're half-lidded.

"I didn't tell you to fuck me." You point out and he whimpers, making you clench.

"'M sorry, don't stop, don't stop." He mumbles, hips twitching.

"I won't, you're such a good boy, Billy." You praise, hand leaving his jaw to pet his hair.

He smiles slowly, grunting as you begin to ride him in earnest, wasting no time on teasing today. The sound of your skin slapping together fills the room as you clench around Billy's cock as it fills you just the way you like. You get lost in it for a while until you hear it, the tiniest sniffle coming from beneath you and you look down at Billy again. His eyes are wet, tears spilling from them as he attempts to keep control for you. You smile, bending down to lick the salty tracks from his face, savoring the salty taste on your tongue.

"You cryin' for me?" You ask, tracing the tear tracks on his face.

""M sorry, just wanted you to stay with me." He gasps as you bear down with your hips, rolling them into his.

"I know, baby, I'm here. I forgive you." You say sincerely, suddenly struck with just how much you need him, how much you don't ever want to leave.

"Promise me." He begs, eyes fully open, one hand on the back of you neck, the other grabbing at you fingers to intertwine them with his.

"I'm here, as long as I'm alive I'm here." You promise, squeezing his fingers.

That's all it takes for him to come, hips pushing up into yours as he releases inside of you, a gravely moan sounding in your ear. You follow right behind him, gasping for air as the familiar sweet ache settles in your pussy and you slump forwards into his chest.

Billy pets your hair as you come down, holding you tightly to him. You're used to the lack of heartbeat in his chest, but the silence in your own startles you. Where there used to be pounding in your chest after sex with Billy there's now just silence, a simple calm overtaking you. When you shift Billy squeezes you, afraid to let you go too far.

"Shh, no leaving." You reassure him, rubbing your face into his chest.

"Will you move back into my bedroom?" He asks, voice muffled from where he's moved to press his face into your hair.

"I will." You giggle, grateful to be close to him again.

There's a comfortable silence that stretches on into the evening as the street lights come on and the last dregs of light drain from the sky.

When you speak again it's near a whisper, unwilling to break the moment.

"You know I need you too, right?" You ask him.

He grunts, shifting to look into your eyes.

"You mean that?"

"I do. Who else is gonna teach me how to be a vampire?" You tease, grinning.

He rolls his eyes, a soft smile on his lips before he kisses you, firm an teasing. When he pulls away he answers.

"I'll tell you anything you wanna know, angel."

"You know what'll happen if you don't" You raise a brow in an empty threat.

"I thought you wanted me to tell you?" Billy jokes.

You nip at his chin as he laughs, hugging you against him. When you both settle you feel it again, the pressing need you've gotten used to.

"Hey, Bill?"

"Hmm?"

"I'm hungry."

His laugh echoes through the penthouse, filling the space with the life it had been missing.

[bunnywritesmarvel]

So I’m spending the day baking, and I can’t get this idea of billy out of my head so I’m inflicting it on you <3

Billy is definitely the kind of guy to have a secret life, a secret wife, possibly a secret baby, or at least his wife is pregnant. And she is the epitome of a housewife, sundresses all year round, doesn’t own a single pair of pants.

He was always jealous of Frank and the life he had before the punisher. He always wanted to settle down but was never the type to, he never found the right woman. But here he is, returning to her after a long day of work, the second he steps through the front door he’s greeted with the smell of baking.

And she’s there in seconds, going through their usual routine of greeting each other, her lips press straight to his scarred cheek before tilting his head down to kiss his forehead before finally meeting his lips. His large hands caging her waist, pulling away to look her over. The pale colour of her dress accentuating her innocence and purity. Everything Billy isn’t.

She leads him through to the kitchen to show off all that she’s baked, proud of herself for the towering chocolate cake, laced with sweet decorations, all for a business dinner Billy is holding. But Billy can’t keep his hands to himself. Who can blame him when she looks like that?

Within seconds his hands are pushing up the delicate fabric of her dress, pulling her panties down her legs, letting them pool at her ankles. His cock filling her as he bends her over the counter. What starts slow and gentle, ends in brutal bucks of his hips. Her hand pushing the cake over as she tries to steady herself.

Chocolate smeared across her once pristine dress, Billy grunting and groaning in her ear. Lifting her hand with his, he latches onto her finger, licking the sweet mix from her fingertip, praising her relentlessly for the exquisite taste.

Okay I kinda got a bit excited there my bad 🤭

OOF OOF OOF PLEASE THATS SO HOT 😭😭😭😭 hed just absolutely wreck you while praising you the whole time and by the end of it he feels bad for ruining your cake so he helps you bake another one 🥺

thirsty thursday: billy or dinah edition!

[banditthewriter]

C10 with Billy pleaseeee! Love your work! 🖤

C10- Distracting the other with sex. Glad you like it honey! Hope you enjoy!

Warning: Smut!

*gif is mine*

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Billy had been in the home office all day. You hadn’t taken it personally because you knew he was stressed, but you didn’t want him stressed out on what was supposed to be his vacation. You walked by the office door a few times, offered to cook him something or if he’d like you to look into anything for him. He thanked you each time but turned it down.

Finally you ere tired of it. He was working himself to the bone and you didn’t want that. It didn’t leave you many options.

You pulled on one of his shirts to sleep in and walked back to the office door. He was staring down at some papers, his laptop showing a few spreadsheets. You sighed and headed into the room when he didn’t seem to notice you.

“You need anything babe?”

He shook his head, not even looking up at you. You sat on the edge of the desk and looked over the paperwork on the desk. It looked like he was close to the end at least.

“You’ve been in here all day,” you said meaningfully. 

“I know, I’m sorry. I just want to finish this so I can enjoy the next few days.”

You nodded and then made a show of stretching, the shirt riding up to show just a pair of tiny lace panties. And yeah, he definitely saw them. He put his down the papers he was staring at and put his hand on your thigh.

“You going to bed? Like this?” He reached under the shirt and tugged on the waist band of the panties. “You’re downright indecent for bed.”

You smirked, opening your legs a bit so that his hand on your thigh could have uninterrupted access to your slightly damp panties.

“Well I could take them off if that would be better,” you said as you started to pull the shirt off.

He stilled your hands and then stood up. He helped you remove the shirt, tossing it onto his empty chair. He looked over your body, lingering on your breasts and the light sheen that was appearing on the panties.

“I think I’ve neglected you long enough, hm?” He pushed your legs apart a little more and gave you a grin before he dropped to his knees. “How ever can I repay you?”‘

His mouth sealed over your clit through the flimsy panties and you arched your back, hands flying out and sending items scattering. You’d apologize but honestly you had other things on your mind.

And from the noises Billy was making as he ate you out, your panties pushed to the side? He didn’t seem to care.

[voxmortuus]

Updates!

Silly Crush: Chapter 3 May 8th!

New Job: Chapter 2 dropped today! Chapter 3 May 14th!

TellingYouAStory Master List

Hello, so I've been writing more, yay? LOL! Ok, so now that I've gotten into the groove of writing I've decided to make a master list.

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Scream

Silly Crush | Possible Chapter Series (PG 13)

Silly Crush | Chapter 2 - Movie Date

The Cotton Club

Swooning Over Dixie Dwyer (NSFW)

Punisher

New Job | Chapter 1 Billy Russo

New Job | Chapter 2 - Did I Make A Mistake Billy Russo

Invisible Man

Know Your Place (NSFW)

American Gods

Behind Closed Doors (NSFW) Shadow Moon

Making You Happy (NSFW) Mad Sweeney

[quellmythirst]

Autumn B&B

Summary: It's the busiest weekend of the year at your Bed & Breakfast. You almost of die of shock when someone you had only met once before shows up in your sleepy town.

Pairs: reader x Billy Russo

Words: 2.4k

Warnings: SMUT 18+ ONLY. Kissing, one night stands, strangers to lovers, choking, cream pie, Oral, pet names.

The world seems to be moving a million miles at second, the foyer is crammed full of guests, Ruby and Chole are trying to direct all the waiting guests into the lounge. But they all seem to want to speak to you. Unfortunately you’re only one person and can only get one couple checked in at a time. You expected it to be busy this weekend with the annual Halloween celebrations bringing all kinds of folks to your picturesque small town. They came for the trees, the pumpkins and most importantly the ball your Mayor threw in the old town hall on Halloween night. 

It’s your biggest money maker of the year and you need the money. The foot traffic through your tiny B&B on Wattle Lake had been slow for the last year and you know that you’ll need to make up for the loss over the weekend. So every room is booked and apparently everyone had all come into town on the same bus. You really should have hired one more person, just another body, anybody. You didn’t though- “Ruby, babes!” you call from behind the desk, “Can you please take these gentlemen to Room 3A,”

“Yeah, Boss.” Ruby nods, “Off we go mates. You guys right for stairs?” she asks, leading them down the hall to the large staircase.

The day seems to last forever. The guests finally manage to dissipate as the sun crests in the sky and you seriously consider giving everyone their own checkout times for Monday so this doesn't happen again. “Coffee?” Noah asks, his overalls and boots tracking dirt all over your new rug. You can’t really find it within yourself to care, he does do such a good job keeping the gardens tidy and the guests out of your daisies. 

“Please,” he nods in acknowledgment and takes off in the direction of the kitchen. You manage to flag down Hannah as she rushes by with a broom, “Han, honey. Can you please do me a massive favour?”

“I was just going to clean up all this dirt,” she shrugs, leaning the broom against the wall, “What do you need?”

“Can you start going over the bookings and make sure everyone's checked in, please.” she comes around next to you, shoving you out from behind the desk, “Thank you,” you bolt to the downstairs bathroom. After hours of sitting in the same place you really needed to go. 

“Did you see the guy checking in?” Ruby asks you as she spots you in coming out of the bathroom, “How come you’re not checking him in? Hannah seems like she's about to start drooling,”

“What? I know she’s thirsty, but it can’t be-” you stop dead in your tracks. Hannah did indeed look like she had little hearts in her eyes, her dark hair twirling around her fingers while she leans into whatever this man was saying to her. You can’t see his face, only the back of him. His dark hair is slicked back, the leather jacket clinging to his broad shoulders and a motorcycle helmet tucked under his arm. 

“Hannah,” you laugh, “You alright there honey?” you step a bit closer. Your heart nearly bursts from your chest when the man turns to face you, his expression of shock mirroring yours. Except that he has that slick smile you remember, on his soft lips. “Fuck,” you mutter, immediately turning and walking back down the hall. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you grab a bottle of wine as you step through the ktichen and onto the porch that overlooks the lake, “What the fuck is he doing here?”

“Hey! You ok?” Noah says, sitting down beside you, “Saw you coming running out here. What’s wrong?”

“Well, you remember when we went to New York?”

“Yes, for Ruby’s birthday last year. What about it?”

“And you know how I came in with coffee, just as everyone was waking up?”

“Yes”

“I was actually just getting in and I-”

“Is he the guy? THAT guy?”

“How do you kno- Ruby told you didn’t she.”

“Yes, she told me about the mystery man. Best night of your life man. The man whose name you didn't even get.”

“What is he doing here?”

“Probably a coincidence,” Noah shrugs, “Don’t read too much into it ok? Will you be fine out here with your wine while I go start the fire?”

“Yeah, thanks. Can you make sure they get him checked in?” 

“I can, don’t get wasted. You don’t want to be hungover for the market tomorrow,”

The market, how could you forget. You never really bought anything there, but you did offer to tour your guests around every year so they didn’t get lost and so you could steer them a bit closer to your friends' stalls and help them make a few more sales than those who came from out of town just to capitalise on the event. 

Taking one last swig of your wine, you decide to head to your cabin, normally you’d stay in the house. But all the rooms had been booked, even yours. While annoying, it was the biggest in the house and you could charge the most for it. You're about halfway there when you hear someone call your name and you recognize the voice immediately. You start to walk faster, maybe he would think you hadn't heard and would leave. But he calls out again, you hear his feet pound on the soft grass. He’s running to catch up with you. 

He catches you just as you hit the trail that leads to your cabin. “Hi,” he says with puffed breaths, smoothing his hair from his face. “I’ve been looking for you everywhere,”

“Is there anything I can help you with sir?” you ask, planting on your best customer service smile, “I’m afraid I’m off the clock at the moment, but if you need anything Cody is just inside and he’ll be happy to help you,” you step back as he steps forward, “I should- ah.” you take another step back, bumping into a tree and tripping. 

“I don’t remember you being this shy the last time we met,” the man smiles, stepping closer, “Not shy at all,” he says as he corners you against a tree, his arm reaching over your head to lean over you. 

You stand frozen as his fingers glide along your jawline, stopping to rest at the base of your neck. He leans in closer, his nose nudging yours, his lips only a breath away. “I missed you,” his minty breath fanning over you. 

“I-” you words seem to be stuck in your throat. Those beautiful eyes of his staring into yours, flicking down to your lips. Is this magic? It feels like it when the glow of the sunset drapes you both in its soft orange glow. The noises of the forest behind you and you see the fireflies start to stir in the corner of your eye. 

“I'm going to kiss you now,” he whispers, “If that's ok,” he adds, waiting. He’s waiting for you to tell him to stop. But you don’t, can’t. Too wrapped up in whatever was happening right now. After moments that last lifetimes, he kisses you. It’s soft, careful, but his hand on the back of your neck is firm, holding you in place. His tongue slips into your mouth, his kiss becomes harsher, more possessive and controlling. A strong hand slips under your thigh, pulling it up beside his leg and digging his fingers into your ass.

You hop on your other foot and he catches you. One hand on your ass, your legs wrapped around his waist and his hand still holding your face close enough to kiss. “My cabin-”

“Where?” he breaths into your mouth.

“Down the path, to the left.” was this a bad idea? Definitely yes. Was there any way of stopping this? Maybe? Are you going to? Not a chance in hell. 

The man carries you to your cabin. Not even putting you down to let you grab the key from your pocket. Instead he fishes his hand into your coat and grabs it out himself. “Cosy,” he murmurs, turning on the dim lights and closing the door behind you. 

“Fuck,” you moan as he turns, pressing you into the door, his teeth nipping into your neck. 

“That's the plan,” hiss fingers tear at your dress, pulling it over your head and throwing it away, “Fucking hell,” he smiles, his hands feeling up and down your torso. You slip your hands into his jacket, pushing it off his shoulders, while his mouth explores your clavicle, your breasts. 

He steps back, running immediately into the bed that was pushed against the wall. It’s not a big space, the bed taking up almost all of the room. He drops you both onto it, kicking his shoes off and unbuttoning his pants as his mouth continues its exploration of your body. 

Your hands fist the sheets and his mouth goes lower and lower down your stomach, his tongue flicking out to lick along your panty line. “You smell even sweeter than I remember,” his hands slide up the insides of your thighs and spread them apart.

His tongue darts out, licking over your panties as a low groan escapes the back of this throat. “Please,” you beg, arching your back and trying to get him closer to your pussy. Your hand moving to grip his hair. 

“Hands to yourself, Kitten,” he commands, staring up at you from between your legs and holding your hands in this one, “Keep them on your tits for me,” he reaches up, licking his way back up to your breasts while he deposits your hands on top on them, “Play with those sexy tits for me, while I lick you,”

“Fuckin-” you moan, feeling those sharp teeth sink into the soft skin of your thighs, his fingers just grazing through your soaking pussy. “Please, please” 

“What is it?” he smirks, “This what you want?” his long fingers pull your panties to the side, swiping over you. “This what you need?” his tongue darting out to taste you and moaning into you at the taste. “Tell me Kitten, have you been thinking about this all year?” He kisses your pussy. 

“Yes,” you moan, pinching at your nipples. 

“Think about me when you touch yourself at night?” his fingers thrust into you, his tongue circles your clit, his eyes still focused on your face. 

“Yes,”

“Did you think about me when you fucked someone else?”

“I-” he stops at your hesitation, peering up at you over your tummy. His fingers are still deep in your pussy. 

“Tell the truth now, did you?” he pulls his fingers out when you don't answer, slapping down on your sensitive clit. Smiling to himself when you begin to squirm underneath him. He slaps you again. He moves, bending to whisper in your ear, “Do you think about me with someone else's cock buried inside you?”

“Yes,” your voice is almost breathless.

“Good girl,” he kisses just below your ear, “It doesn't compare to the real thing though, does it?”

“Fuck me,”

“Beg,”

“Please, please fuck me.” 

He stands pulling his pants down, taking his cock in his hand, slowly pumping in his hand. “More,”

“I need it, need you. Need to be fucked.” you shimmy out of your panties, lifting your ass to show him just how dripping wet you are for him. You grind back, stretching yourself open and lifting your knees. 

“So good, so fucking sexy,” he kneels Infront, lining himself up with you. “You just want the head Kitten?” you feel his swollen cockhead stretches you, he moves slightly pulling out before pushing the head back in. 

“More,”

“You want more of my cock?” his hand holds your neck, forcing your lolling head to look at him. You nod, attempting to thrust up, but his other hand holds your hips down. “It was the best you ever had wasn't it?”

“Best,” he thrusts in a bit deeper, holding you still as his cock slowly slides inside. You want nothing more than to move, for him to move. For him to fuck you like he did that night, like a man possessed and desperate for more of you. This pace was tortuous and for some reason it was making your brain foggy and your legs shake. 

“So fuckin wet, kitten,” he withraws, before thrusting in harder and harder, “Been dreaming about this pussy for a while year. Don't want to cum too soon,” he picks up your leg, throwing it over his shoulder and trusting deeper into you. 

Harder and deeper, he fucks you. His hand never leaving your throat, his cock never coming all the way out of you and and those fucking eyes watching you like your the movie of the year. Your panting and hoarse breaths fill the tiny cabin. “You’re so close Kitten,” his says, moving the hand from your leg down to your clit, “I'm close too,” he pants, “Cum, cum on me. I waited so long for this, I need you to Cu-” his voice cuts out as he lets out a scream, your body violently shaking and seizing as your cum, your pussy squeezing down on his cock. 

You're so out of it you barely notice when he collapses next to you, both of you out of breath. The cabin seems stifling and as you sit to try and open a window to let in some air he grabs you by the arm and pulls you back to him.

“This is going to sound kind of rude,” you whisper, not sure why you didn't ask before right now, but.. Better late than never?

“Can't wait to hear this, you going to kick me out?” He says like he doesn't believe it. 

“I ah- I can't remember your name,”

“Oh, that's because I didn't tell you or actually, you didn't ask when you basically jumped me at the club,”

“I did not jump you,”

“You did, a bit.”

“Fine. So, do I get to know your name or what?”

“Ask nicer,” 

Reaching up you kiss along his neck, your nose grazing his jawline as your tongue darts out to follow its path, When you reach his ear you lower your voice, “Can you tell me your name so I know what to scream,”

“Much better,” he takes your face in his hands, kissing you deeply, “Billy, Billy Russo. You ready to start screaming my name, kitten?”

“Yes,”

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[veritable-trash]

Shattered Glass

Pairing: Billy Russo x F!Reader

Words: 1.3k

Warning: smut... i was uuuuuhhhh thinking... some things... the punisher does things to me billy russo does things to me i'm a mess on a monday i apologize(but not really:)) this is rougher than usual, choking, some degradation elements to be certain, but it's billy so what can ya do he's so sexyyyyyy to meeeeee

A/N: alright y'all my writing funk is not over but at least i did this! and i'm sorta happy with it... i do think there's some things that could be better BUT i wanted to put something out and this came a lot more naturally to me than anything else i've tried to start recently so gotta set this one loose. billy is hot just gonna put that out there and i was feeling a mmmmm vibe so to speak and so i wanted some freak nasty thirsty vibes with this man so hopefully some of y'all will enjoy! ok love you lots hope everyone had an ok monday and a beyond lovely week <333333 feedback is loved and appreciated even if you're mean <33333 i got time for it all <3333

p.s. i am currently rewatching the punisher because i am still very much going to be writing a multi chapter frank fic that will be long and a journey but I LOVE FRANK so this is just a little like heyo punisher is my new obsession beginning saga so i hope you enjoy fingers crossed :)))))

It was slick heat and humid air. Nails dragging along your skin. Clawing at you.

He made you sweat and it only made you want him more. Eyes jet black, hungry trailing down the lines and curves of your body as if he was appraising a work of art.

Billy was smooth like that. Silky in his movements, his tone, the way he carried himself. But there was jagged rocks hidden under the silk. Secretive and sharp waiting to cut and bite into your skin. Leaving you marked and raw, but craving his fingers to press deeper, push harder, make you cry out for him.

He sucked the air out of your lungs. Left you gasping, clawing for air all while he looked like he was carved from stone. It made you hunger for a reaction. Made you itch to make him snap. To shatter that perfect facade he held onto.

Because he cracked for you. Splintered into a million pieces while telling you how pretty you looked with his cock in your mouth. Shards of glass cutting you to pieces while he rolled his cock into your wet heat. Black eyes flaring into something feral when you told him only he could make you feel like this.

It’s how you ended up in his bed. Over and over and over again.

A text. A bar. A drink. His bed. Your bed. The bathroom. The alley. It didn’t fucking matter because the second his hands were on you it felt like torture and bliss.

Tonight it happened to be the alley behind the bar. Figures.

You look so pretty tonight baby. I love it when you dress up for me.

It started coy. You both knew he was going to fuck you. Was going to make you whine his name until you were leaking for him.

His thumbs dig circles into the plush, softness of your thigh, emphasizing the point.

He loves knowing you do it for him. Knows that you get pretty to try and make him sweat. He always noticed and it always worked.

You always smell so fucking good. I can’t fucking see straight around you, make me fucking lose my mind.

Cold brick digs into your spine, though you didn’t really fully register it. Teeth scrape sharp on your neck, catch on your collarbone. Almost distracts you from his hand crawling up your thigh, until he’s thumbing at your clit. Toying with you. You breath humid gasps into the air and he chuckles into your skin.

Open up for me sweetheart, let me see how fucking wet you are already.

It makes you keen. Makes you want to rip your nails into his skin, bite down hard enough to make him bleed just so he would understand how much he made you feel. How rough you wanted him to be. How much you wanted him to break you apart.

God I knew you would be dripping for me, so fucking good for me, such a little slut for me. I’m going to rip you to shreds.

Stars and sparkles and his fingers around your throat. The wet suck of your cunt audible over your whines, his thick fingers curving into you. You can feel his cock rocking into your thigh, hard through his slacks.

When was he going to fuck you? God you needed him to fuck you.

It was fucking hell because it was never enough. You bite at his lip pulling, yanking, needing to get him closer. The urge to eat him alive vibrating under your skin. You’d never been needy for someone, but Billy had you hooked.

Nails find purchase in this scalp, clawing at the back of his neck. His fingers rut into you, pull slick and heat and burning pleasure from deep inside of you. Have you curling into his neck, whimpering his name, tears staining his jacket.

My poor baby. Are you gonna cum? Are you gonna cum all over my fingers? I want you to. I want you to cum right here in this alley for me.

You almost scream. Gush onto his fingers, slippery and hot and still craving more. Bite into his shoulder until he groans, hips bucking into yours.

The way you clamp around his fingers, flutter and seize has him lightheaded. Edgy and needy to feel you clutch around his cock.

His cock is heavy in his hand as he pulls himself out. Running the tip of him through the wet seam of you, his already wet fingers coating him in you. His hand around your throat, eyes glued to his cock brushing against your clit, soaking in the way you whimper.

You can’t help rocking your hips into him. Yearning for that fullness.

He wants you to beg, wants to hear the hitch in your voice. The way you stutter every time he dips into you before rocking back over your clit. Teasing you like he wanted you to go insane. Like he needed to confirm every time he fucked you that only he could make your eyes glaze over.

Open your mouth for me baby. Yes, god yes, just like that. You look like a fucking picture, Jesus Christ, so fucking perfect.

He spits into your mouth and pushes into you slow, wanting to see how you react with every inch.

How your eyes flutter. How your tongue pulls him into your mouth. How he can feel your throat swallowing him down. His vision spots black as he jerks the final inches into you.

He pounds into you, hips rolling up into yours, pressing you deeper into brick you already forgot about. Your nails are on his back, his ass, drawing him into you, needing to crawl under his skin so you can feel like this forever.

You sound so pretty when you take my cock. Your cunt sounds so fucking pretty, so fucking wet. Only for me—fuck—only for me.

He’s licking into your mouth. His hand dropping to your waist, the other rolling over your clit, heating your skin. Pain and pleasure melting and weaving into each other. You can taste his moans rushing out of his throat. His words coating you in honey and glass.

He stretches and pushes and works you open till you’re a raw nerve. Till your legs are shaking and you’re gasping, pleading for something, anything. You don’t even really know what, but somehow Billy always knows.

Pulls you tighter to his chest, thumb catching your lower lip. Hips locked together as he grinds into you, deep and slick. His thumb breaches your lips, pushes against your tongue opening you up for him.

All he can do is stare at you, at the beautiful mess. Tear stained cheeks, glossy eyes, red lips, pink tongue, and moans that make heat spike in his gut. You whine around his thumb and he can’t breathe anymore. Needs you to cum on his cock more than he’s maybe needed anything in his life.

He breathes hot and heavy into your mouth. Whimpers for you as your walls start to tighten, pulling him deeper. His thumb rolls your clit one more time, cock stroking up against pure heat and you’re crashing. Clawing at his back, tearing at his jacket, at his hair. His mouth falling to yours, licking up the moans and whimpers.

You’re so silky and tight and molten and he’s losing control. Fucking into you harder as you pulse around him until he’s free falling. Cock pumping into you, filling you till he can barely stand, barely breath.

His face hides in your neck and you can feel the wetness dripping from you. He bites at your neck, light not like before, almost like he can’t help it. Needs to claim you even now. Even after he’s fucked you into next week, still needs to stamp his name on your forehead.

And you let him, because truly no one can fuck you like Billy Russo.

i know some people do like little taglists and things which is something i don't actually know how to do, BUT if anyone wants to be tagged you can let me know :) there's no pressure. also gonna maybe make a masterlist now since i've written a bit. ugh so many things to do ok love you have a good week <3333

[imagine-a-fictional-boyfriend]

I’ll Take Care of You, Chapter 1: Visits

so, I did a thing. Been reading some Billy fics on here and damn. Y’all got me inspired. Love me some thirst for Billy Russo.

This idea came to me out of the blue, idk. It will be a multi-chapter fic but I’m not sure how long. There shall be smut, babes. I’ll also be posting to my ao3 as well (pen name: i_hear_the_birds). I do not consent to my works being copied and/or posted elsewhere.

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

Pairing: Billy Russo x Fem!Nurse!Reader

Chapter Summary: You’ve noticed the tall, dark, handsome man visiting his mother at the hospital you work in. And you knew that he had noticed you, too. It was time for you to do something about it.

Warnings: mentions of drug use, swearing, reader is thirsty (but aren’t we all?)

Words: 1.3k

Masterlist ~~ Chapter 2

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You bit your lip, debating what you were about to do. You’d been thinking about it for a while. Ever since he winked at you 3 weeks ago.  

You’d heard the whispers from the other nurses and the PSWs. He was one of the hospital’s biggest donors, visiting his mother who had been there for years. Even though she abandoned him as a baby, he found her in the streets and made sure she was well looked after, thanks to his successful private security company.  

She was actually one of your patients. Carla Russo. She wasn’t healthy, but she was doing okay. Drugs had ruined her immune and nervous systems; smoking had wrecked her throat and lungs. She was nonverbal. She always appeared super panicky after her son left, but you would assure her that her son would come back to see her soon. It never seemed to settle her.

Normally, he didn’t pay any attention to the staff. He’d talk to his mother’s doctors, but that was about it. But you knew that you caught his eye. There was the wink three weeks ago. There was more than that, though. He looked back at you once as he was leaving, too. You’d seen the fire in his dark eyes.

Normally, you didn’t give a second thought to anyone looking at you. But he never paid attention to anyone. Except you. With the wonderful things you’d heard about him and the fact that he was, to be frank, hot as fuck… you wanted him. Bad.

Sure, he was older than you. At least 10 years. That wasn’t crazy. You’d been a nurse for a few years now, but had only gotten the job at this private hospital a few months ago. It wasn’t the most exciting job. It had good pay though, and benefits. You had your life figured out. You didn’t care about the age difference. You knew what you wanted. You wanted him.

So, it was time to put your plan in motion. You turned the handle and opened the door.  

You pretended to be looking at the order on your clipboard. “Okay, darlin’, you ready for that mouth swab-” You looked up. “Oh gosh! Umm, I’m so sorry. I didn’t realize that Carla had a visitor.” You mumbled. Those dark eyes did take you by surprise; you didn’t have to act. It was like looking into a dark abyss.

He eyed you for a moment, his face unreadable. You felt a flush creeping up your neck. Then he smiled. “That’s all right, isn’t it, Mother?” he turned away from you to look at his mother.

Her sheets were tangled around her ankles. Her eyes were wide but they relaxed when you went over to her to fix up her bed.

“Oh, sorry about that.” He said, moving to the other side of the bed to help with the covers. “Mother looked a little flushed.”

You held the back of your hand against Carla's forehead. “Hmm, maybe a little warm. You took out your thermometer from one of the pockets in your pants and took her temperature. “No fever.” You said with a smile to her son.

He grinned. “Wonderful. What’s your name, darling?”

You tapped your name badge, and he leaned forward slightly to read it. “Pleasure to meet you, Y/N.” He held his hand out for you to shake.

You took it. “You too, Mr. Russo.”

“Please. Call me Billy.” He said, before he dropped your hand.

You blushed, and tucked your hair behind your ear. “Okay, Billy.” You cleared your throat. “Well, I am sorry to interrupt. I can come back later.”

Billy gave you a sly smile that caused your heart to race. “I sure hope that you do.”

You blushed even deeper before you left the room.

When you came back to give Carla what was on the order at the actual scheduled time, Billy was gone. You frowned at first but continued with your job. Next time.

***

The next time he visited, you abandoned the “oops, didn’t know you were here” tactic. You went up to him as he finished speaking with the doctor.

“Hi.” You said as he turned around.

“Well, hello, Y/N. It’s nice to see you, again.” He gave you a pleasant smile.  

“You, as well,” you said. Your tongue wet your bottom lip as you stared into his eyes. You noticed he had a little freckle under his right eye. “Carla will be so happy to see you.”

Billy grinned. It should be illegal for a man to be that handsome.

“I’ll leave you to it, then.” You said, stepping away from the door.

“Thanks, darlin’.” He opened the door to his mother’s room. He closed it, but not before giving you a wink.

His winks made your knees wobble.

***

At his next visit, he had brought a bouquet of flowers. A small, pretty arrangement. He didn’t have the door closed, and when he saw you passing by, he called you in.

“What can I do for you?” You asked expectantly. “Everything okay?”

Billy grinned. He plucked a flower from the bouquet and present it to you. It was a red rose, out of place from the rest of the flowers.

Your eyebrows shot up in surprise. “I-oh. For me?”

“Pretty flower for a pretty little lady.” He stated. His eyes were fiery.

You blushed before you accepted the rose. “That’s too sweet. You’re a nice guy.” You said dumbly.

He chuckled. “I just wanted to thank you for taking such good care of my mother.”

“It’s my pleasure.” You said sincerely. “I can see how much you care about her.” You smiled over at Carla in her bed. She stared back at you.

He hid a smile by running his fingers over his beard.

You brought the flower to your nose and took a whiff. “Well, thank you, Billy.”

“It’s my pleasure, Y/N.” You bit your lip, trying to stifle your grin. “Now, I’ve got to go. I look forward to seeing you again.”

***

You didn’t want to wait anymore. You knew he was into you. You knew that you’d probably have to make the first move. It wasn’t unheard of for relatives of patients to become interested in their family member’s care takers. Billy seemed like a smart guy. He probably knew not to get involved... even though he had shown his interest.  

Was it a bad idea? Probably. He did so much for the hospital, with his donations and public support. Could it jeopardize your job? Probably. Could it impact his mother’s care? Probably.

You needed to make your move before you lost your nerve. Thinking too much was ruining the mood.

He was here this evening. He usually stayed for about 20 minutes. You looked at your watch. He’d been here for just over 15.

It was almost 8pm. You were just starting your night shift. No doctors were here. Nursing staff was lighter. Today was the day to do it.

You were waiting, leaning against the counter at the nursing station for him to leave his mother’s room. When you saw him, you reached up and pulled your hair free from the elastic. You ran your fingers through your hair to smooth it out. You unbuttoned the top two buttons of your cardigan.

He watched you, and a wolfish smile took over his lips. He approached you steadily.

“Warm, are we?” he asked when he was in front of you. “You look it.”

“Pardon?” You asked, a little breathless. His cologne smelled good.

“Hot. You look hot.” He said bluntly. “You are hot.”

Normally, you wouldn’t take that as a compliment. It always sounded shallow. But coming from this tall, dark man, it set a fire to your bones.

“So are you.” You said confidently.

He grinned. “You think so?” He stepped closer to you.

You nodded.

It looked like he was about to step closer when another nurse came over to the desk to use the phone.

You cleared your throat, but Billy didn’t move away. “I know what you want, little lady.”

“What’s that?” You whispered back, tilting your face back to look at his.

“Why don’t you take me somewhere and show me?” He had a teasing look in his eyes.

You licked your lips absently. Now was your chance.

***

Author's note: Let me know what you think!! You're in for a wild ride for the next chapter ;)

[e-dubbc11]

Out of Left Field

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

Pairing: Billy Russo x F! Reader

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol, a tiny bit of violence but not really, drunk fan, a couple swear words, fluffy bunnies and unicorns

Word Count: 1.8k-ish

Summary: You’re attending a baseball game with a friend and you weren’t expecting to meet a tall handsome stranger.

A/N: This is part of the Thirsty for Cox writing challenge for the month of June. The prompt was “Hey, is that guy bothering you?” It was difficult to NOT set this one at a bar because let’s be honest, that’s the most likely place someone would use that line, amirite? 🤣 Anyway, I hope you like it! 💕

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

“These are great seats! How did you score these?” Your friend Jackie, asked.

When your stepfather said he had four tickets to the Yankee game this weekend, you jumped at the chance to go.

It was the beginning of June, sunny with a few fluffy white clouds slowly moving across the bright blue sky and thankfully the hot summer weather hadn’t arrived yet so it was still just warm and dry.

A perfect day for baseball.

Sitting on the first base line, you’ve never been this close before. The warm early afternoon sun kissed the high points of your face as you took in the view.

You were only three rows back from the on-deck circle and could smell the sunscreen the players had on as they waited for their turn at-bat.

“A client gave them to my stepfather and he couldn’t go so he offered them to me. We have these four seats so we don’t have to worry about anyone sitting next to us.” You told her.

Suddenly, you felt a pinch in your side.

“OW!! What did you do that for?!” You yelled and glared at her.

“Oh I didn’t pinch you that hard, listen…really hot guy checking YOU out. Your four o’clock. Don’t look yet.” She said.

Waiting a couple of minutes before turning around, you looked over your shoulder and there he was…a baseball hat covered his dark brown hair, he had a short well-groomed beard, eyes as dark as the night sky and a smile that would stop anyone dead in their tracks.

“Jackie, are you sure he was looking at me? Because he has to be the most handsome man I’ve ever seen in real life. Every woman in this area is looking at him.” You whispered to her.

She started to chuckle at little. “Well he sure as shit wasn’t lookin’ at me, I’m married anyway and he wasn’t looking at ANY of those other women, he was only lookin’ at YOU.”

Another inning went by and it was time for another beer so you stood up and headed for the concession stands. Walking up the stairs, you phone vibrated in your back pocket. It was a text from Jackie that said:

Hot guy is following you up the stairs, YAY!!

You couldn’t help but laugh a little and shake your head as you put your phone back in your pocket. And now that you knew he was a few steps behind you, it wasn’t the sun that was making you feel warm anymore. Another text came in:

You look really cute today, relax!!

She knew you all too well. She knew you were shy and easily flustered so that was a text pep talk to calm you down a little.

Standing in line, you could feel him behind you, watching you but almost in a protective way. You noticed there were a lot of people around that had already had a few too many, one of them being directly behind you. Swaying in place, and looking like he was about to fall over at any moment, the man spoke to you.

“Y-you look like you wanna buy me a beer! You are a p-pretty thing, aren’t ya.” He slurred.

The man took you by surprise, yelling in your ear like he did, but you tried to be as nice as possible.

“You sure you need another one? You look like you’ve had enough already.” You said with an uncomfortable smile.

The man tried to move closer to you but you stepped to the side a little.

“W-well I w-want you to b-buy me another!” He said, putting his hand on your shoulder.

And that’s when your tall handsome stranger stepped in.

“Hey, is that guy bothering you?” He asked, trying to get in between you and the drunk.

Looking a little nervous, you nodded.

His eyes looked darker than they were when you saw them before, his lips were pulled back to expose clenched teeth, and the heated glare he gave the man was filled with rage.

“Take your hand off of her…now.” He said with a low growl.

The man grabbed your shirt at the shoulder and gripped it tightly in between his fingers. “This doesn’t concern you, pretty boy. This is between me and her.”

And with those words he shoved you backwards into a person carrying two cups of beer that ended up splashed down your back and caused you to fall to the ground.

What happened next, happened so fast that you missed it but looking up after hitting the ground, your admirer suddenly had the drunk man pinned to ground face down when security came running over to take him away.

The handsome stranger rushed to your side and gently placed his hand on your shoulder.

“Are you ok, miss?” He asked, looking you over to make sure you weren’t hurt.

“Well…I have beer all over me but other than that, I guess I’m fine.” You answered.

He laughed a little and continued to smile that perfect smile at you.

“Well this is not how I wanted to introduce myself but HI…Billy Russo.” He said in a slightly sarcastic tone and extending his arm for you to shake his hand.

You gave him a warm smile. “Well it’s nice to meet you, Billy Russo. I’m y/n. Thank you for what you did, I’ve never really had anyone come to my rescue before.”

He gave you his hand for you to take and helped you to your feet.

“Well I’m just glad I was the one to rescue you. Come on, let’s go buy you some dry clothes.” He said.

A little embarrassed, you told him you only brought enough cash with you for beer, the rest of your money was with your purse, at your seat. He said it was on him and he wouldn’t take no for an answer.

“What? No Billy, I can’t ask you to do that. They charge a small fortune for all this stuff.” You said.

Billy winked and smiled at you. “You didn’t ask, sweetheart. I offered.” His slight New York accent coming through. “This way…”

He was so handsome and charming. It was hard to say no, so you didn’t and he led you to a shop to get some dry clothes.

You picked out a new DiMaggio t-shirt since your other one was soaked with beer and a pair of joggers, you were thankful that your socks and sneakers didn’t get wet. Billy had the same t-shirt on.

“At least this one doesn’t smell like beer.” You laughed. “What do ya think?” You asked with a smile and a 360 turn.

Leaning against a rack of clothes, he smiled back at you. “I think you look perfect.”

You felt yourself start to blush. “Thank you for this, Billy. You really didn’t have to. Can I take you dinner, as a thank you?” You asked him.

“Hey that’s my line.” He said with a sly smile as he inched closer to you.

Looking up at him through your dark lashes, you could not take your eyes off of him and he couldn’t take his eyes off of you. It suddenly felt like it was a thousand degrees inside the store.

“Tell ya what…let me take you to dinner and you can buy me a beer on the way back to our seats. How does that sound?” He asked.

You extended your hand for him to shake it. “You got yourself a deal, Mr. Russo.”

On the way back to your seats, you bought four beers. Billy’s friend Frank needed one as well and when you got back to your seats, Frank was sitting with Jackie, and they were showing each other pictures of their kids.

“FINALLY! I’ve been dyin’ of thirst down here.” Jackie said. “Ummm, why are you wearing different clothes? What have you two been doing?” She asked with a wink.

“It’s a long story, I’ll tell ya in a minute.” You said.

You smiled and extended your hand to Frank. “Hi, I’m y/n.”

Frank firmly shook your hand. “Frank Castle. Nice to meet ya.” He said with a smirk.

You handed him his beer. “It’s nice to meet you too, Frank.”

Looking at Jackie, you introduced her to Billy. Her response made you crack a smile.

“Oh I’ve heard a lot about Billy from this guy over here.” She said, pointing at Frank.

The four of you enjoyed the rest of the game together, sharing peanuts, drinking beer, and singing Take Me Out to the Ball Game.

Billy told you he and Frank were in the Marines together but now Billy owns his own private security company and Frank works closely with him.

As the game went on, Billy snaked his arm around you and draped it over your shoulder. Goosebumps peppered across the exposed skin on your arm as he lightly brushed it with his long slender fingers.

You could feel him stealing glances at you when you’d lean over to talk to Frank or Jackie, or rubbing your back before he’d get up to use the restroom or if it was his turn to make a beer or snack run.

These little gestures caused your ears to turn red and gave you butterflies in your stomach. You were already smitten with him.

After the game was over, you were chatting with Billy outside the stadium when you heard Jackie’s voice.

“So are you guys goin’ out on a date or what?” She asked, very directly. “You two look pretty cozy already.” She said, looking at Billy’s arm snaked around your waist.

You smiled nervously at her before looking at Billy then turning back to Jackie. “Uh, yeah. Billy wants to take me to dinner.”

She looked at you, then at Billy, smiled and whispered in your ear. “I have a good feeling about him.”

“I do too.” You whispered back.

You bit down on your lower lip and looked up at Billy. He gave you a little wink as he took your hand in his and kissed the back of it. “I’ll call you later, sweetheart.”

“I look forward to it, Mr. Russo.” You said with a smile.

He leaned forward and feeling his warm breath against your ear, Billy whispered. “Ya know it drives me absolutely crazy when you call me that.” And he planted a light kiss on your cheek.

“Well, I’ll have to remember that.” You said with a slight smirk. “I’ll see you soon, Billy.”

Billy took one last look at you as you walked away from him. You could feel his eyes on you just like earlier waiting in line, watching over you and making sure you were safe. Once you were out of sight, Frank turned to Billy and said.

“I have a good feeling about that one, Bill.”

Billy smiled as he quickly glanced at the ground and back up to look back at Frank and said.

“I do too, Frankie. I do too.”

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It ain't no by @itwasthereaminuteago

Wrong by @mattmurdocksscars

Love her by @e-dubbc11

'Til Kingsom Come by @pedrito-friskito

We could call it even by @she-likesorchids

Loving you easy by @munsonownsmyass

And here's the playlist of all the songs 🎵

[becauseicantthinkwritings]

“But doesn't that prove your friend's point?

Spineless…

Because he’ll get bored of you eventually.”

YESSS WE LOVE A PETTY QUEEN GO OFF CHELS 👏👏👏

Thank you for writing soft girls, the world needs more soft female leads that hold their strength in different ways.

Soft girls are underrated and you cater to that thirsty (thirsty…) market.

Soft girls want to get railed too!!!! Soft girls want to get their backs broken by Billy Russo until they’re crying and choking on his name too!!!!

I-

🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

You're right. Women in general hold strength in different ways. When I was designing this reader, I like to imagine she is fiercely protective of Billy. She isn't someone that needs to be protected, but it is good to feel that way.

Soft girls deserve the world, and so do fierce girls.

So does everyone.

[k-marzolf]

Summertime, and the livin’s easy.

Fluff, reader is thirsty, flirting, fem!reader.

&&&&

It’s not summer, but oh well. If you’re missing the summer heat, here ya go.

It was hot that summer, unbearably so.

Frank and Billy were working on Frank’s truck, both shirtless in the summer heat. You could see why Maria was married to Frank, he wasn’t bad looking.

But you couldn’t take your eyes off Billy’s lithe form, the way the sweat glistened on his body, as you sat on the porch drinking lemonade, trying to stare discreetly. He was beautiful, like a sleek panther.

You pressed your thighs together, as he looked over at you brushing sweaty hair back and doing something under the hood of the truck. You looked away shyly, images of him settling between your thighs tasting you, the feel of his calloused fingers on your thighs.

When they both walked towards the house for something to drink, Billy smirked and grabbed your glass of lemonade, downing it in a few gulps.

“Billy Russo!” You scolded making him laugh, as you swatted at him.

But your cheeks heated when he kissed your forehead, “I’ll get you more, pretty girl.” He said, holding your glass.

You watched him as a smile played on his lips. You wanted to run your fingers through his hair, and you did, reaching up and touching his sweaty hair, making him groan.

Billy purred, eyes becoming half lidded as he watched you, sweat dripping down his chest, glistening in the afternoon sun. His eyes became dark eyes like pits, as he leaned closer saying, “Don’t tease the cat, sweetheart.” He hummed eyes between your thighs before looking back up, making desire pool in your gut.

He grinned, straightening up, booping your forehead with his long greasy fingers from the old truck. “Lemonade, comin’ right up, sweetheart.” He husked. And then sauntered into the house like he hadn’t ruined you, and he hadn’t even touched you yet.

[bunnywritesmarvel]

writing the horniest, dirtiest, most scandalous letters to billy when he’s away with the army, spraying it with ur perfume & kissing lipstick marks on the paper , boy would be bricked up every time mail is being handed out

OH BOYYYYYY MAN WOULD BE CUMMING BUCKETS WHEN HE GOT HOME TO YOU HE SAVED EVERY LETTER 😮‍💨😮‍💨

thirsty thursday: billy or dinah edition!