#yet another reason he should've been back to the camera rather than facing it in the middle but so it goes

[humming-fly]

He was feeling left out

and the higher rez stills, since gifs always export as if you're sending messages through a metal can~

[ikinremu]

KINKTOBER DAY 13: Billy Russo x Hate Fucking

Camera Room

Billy Russo x Fem!Reader

Tags: P in V, Unprotected Sex, Degrading, Public, Light Choking

You hated your boss. He was condescending. He was a complete killjoy. And honestly, he was borderline cynical. And, blatantly enough, the feeling was mutual.

It probably should've meant something that nobody really agreed with this distaste when either of you raised it - though the both of you were utterly absorbed by your dislike for one and other to care.

It was improfessional, sure, however you excelled as Billy's employee and he excelled as your boss - petty rivalry aside. So, therefore, it only made sense for you to be selected to - begrudgingly - accompany him in the dire, elongated period of todays training exercise - truly, as an Anvil employee, you were only required to offer supervision, but it was likely better than being cooped up your office all day.

You'd attended several of the sort before - they all played out the same. You'd quietly perch beside your superior inside the rather unexciting, dimly-lit the camera room, scrutinising whichever unit's practice, scribbling surface-level notes on a clipboard that nobody would even take the time to read over.

Helplessly fidgeting atop your decade old, loosely wheeled desk chair, you felt the familiar, keen laser of his gaze burn deep into your back.

Unmoving, you spat seemingly innocent - though painfully bitter - words, "Any problems, Billy?"

"What was that?" The dense, superiority-ridden response loomed both above and behind you.

Thankfully unknown to him - you sported a quite impatient, slight roll of the eyes, following with a resentful correction, "Mr Russo."

"More like it." Billy countered, words doused in his thick, Albany accent, "And no, no problems thank you. But you'll do well to lose the the attitude."

Softly, you cleared your throat, still so firmly faced away from the intolerability of the room, "I will once you stop looking at me like I'm gonna infect the place."

Irritably awaiting another retort, you flickered the heavy focus of your gaze over the screen of tightly-collaged camera angles, carefully observing the dozens of scurrying agents - all geared in Anvil's very own equipment.

You witnessed yet another patience-thin response, though it was - evidently - hissed through harshly gritted teeth, and certainly floated a little closer than the previous, "Watch your tongue. I'm your boss."

"Really? You should've mentioned." You uttered, tone laced with such deep, blatant sarcasm.

It was a wonder you hadn't been fired yet.

Rather abruptly, and definitely through zero control of your own, your crooked, flimsy excuse for a seat swirled around. Opposing your expectations, Billy wasn't at all stood tall, towering above you - instead, his quite grand frame was crouched to your very same level, eyes glaring into your own.

In a - somehow - both soft and intimidating manner, he planted a slender, callous finger beneath your chin before slightly parting his pinkish lips, "I said watch your tongue. Understood?"

Desperately wishing you were without the familiar, lusciously warm tingle in your stomach, you braced a thick swallow, "Understood."

Deeply, he chuckled, voice suddenly reduced to a low, sultry whisper, "Don't get all shy on me now, where's that attitude gone?"

Following a surprisingly well-steadied, sharp inhale, he continued, "What? Made you nervous?"

Frantically shaking your jaw from the chilled, callous touch of Billy's finger, you peered directly into the dark, inky depth of his eyes, "Don't flatter yourself."

With a rough, quiet chuckle, he whispered a rich trail of flowing words, "Well, you aren't moving back? That's gotta mean something."

Unfortunately, he was correct, it meant something - though you couldn't place exactly what. You hated him. So fucking much. But for some completely unknown reason, you just couldn't find it in yourself to want this to end.

A thick, extremely elongated silence lingered between you.

You couldn't quite unravel who initiated the happening, though by the very next moment, the sweet, deprived pillows of your lips crashed to the soft, ravenous plush of your boss'.

Unstoppably driven by the most conflicting blend of both detest and lust, you - less than elegantly - scrambled up, Billy instinctively mirroring the disorderly motion. Fiercely gripping the thick, snugly-clothed flesh of your hips, he stepped you backwards, slick, humid mouthes not once disconnecting as you haphazardly bumped against the table. The compact row of computer screens clanked together slightly, wavering at the desk's timid vibration.

"Up." He ordered, only now shattering the embrace.

More subconscious than anything else, you obeyed, softly jumping atop the heavily-chipped, planked table.

"Oh, now you're good at doing what you're told?" He remarked - the sheer ego to his scoff making your skin crawl beyond belief.

"Fuck you." Was all you could sputter back, strikingly heady from the whole situation.

Visibly, his irises darkened, pooling with such strong, untold intent. Suddenly, thrillingly, the harsh, rather possessive grasp of your hips was utilised - leaving your entirety both stunned and flipped, body leniently bent over the desk as a sharp, withheld gasp was elicited from your lips.

"Well," Billy grumbled, briskly nibbling at your lobe, "Guess I'll just have to fuck the attitude out of you, huh?"

Entirely possessed by a brusque, incredibly keen shiver, you were nearing on dumbfounded - desperately wishing that wasn't the case.

Much to your irritation, Billy slipped a gruff, breathily amused chuckle, "Nothing to say for once?"

God, he made you so fucking angry - though what was done was done, and the deepest levels of enticement certainly couldn't be burnt out now.

Wrong. You still managed a single, bitter retort.

"Just shut up and fuck me."

In hindsight, you truly couldn't comprehend your words - let alone the fact they were directed to your unbeatably asshole boss.

At that, your freshly ironed, formal work trousers were so fiercely yanked down, fabric pooling around your bare, shamefully buckled knees as the familiar clink of an unbuckled belt and crumpling materials was heard behind you.

"This what you wanted this whole time? To be bent over and fucked by your boss?" Billy taunted, swiftly easing his hard, pulsing length within the slick, tight warmth of your hole.

Perhaps not the whole time, though it was undeniably what you wanted now - however, you carried far too much dignity to admit to either.

A light, airy mewl slipped your tongue, well-honed teeth denting into your lower lip.

Further burying his cock within your gently pulsing, heavily dripping cunt - Billy marked his first thrust, inevitably rocking your semi-concealed body against the table, "So fuckin' wet." 

Mercilessly, your arousal spiked, stomach only tingling - the utterly delectable blend of his words and motions coursing through your entirety, "I'm gonna fuckin' ruin this pretty cunt." 

Contriving a divine rhythm, Billy's low, previously unheard, groans flooded your ears. Your swelling, puffy clit convulsed so inescapably at each deep, irritatingly fulfilling buck of his hips. 

You fucking despised the man, but you'd never felt like this before. This wasn't just some careless, lousy fuck. Not in the slightest.  

Shamelessly attempting to compress any upcoming whimpers, you - far more severely - dug your teeth into the sweet, dented pillow of your lip - you were far too stubborn to unveil anything close to the ridiculous effect he had on you, it'd only fuel his pompous ego. 

His thick, leaking tip slammed deeper, tantalising your utmost sensitivities. A firm, familiarly callous hand snaked to the back of your neck, its opposition still rested upon the thick, tender flesh of your hip, flawlessly guiding you against each individual thrust, "Such a good fucktoy, ain't that right?" 

"Fuck.." Squashing a light, overly-satisfied moan, you briefly spluttered out a wavering response, "Not for you, Russo."

The very same chuckle echoed through you, rich with ego. 

"We'll see about that." 

Billy tightened the forbearing control of his grasp upon your naked hips and neck, hauling you against his every thrust - pace taking a rather significant spike. The timely throbs of your clit could only further as his long, pulsing shaft filled your sopping cunt. 

More than anything, you hated how fucking good this felt; his quick, deep-reaching cock stretching out the convulsions of your dripping hole as he rolled into you - bent body further slamming against the desk.

Overwhelmed by an all too familiar, body-melting tingle, your cunt spasmed around him, drenching his shaft as your approaching release only steepened.

"That's it." He panted, smirk somehow evident in his voice through the likes of mere audibility, "Cum for me, slut." 

Too hypnotised by the sloping release, you simply let the comment slide - far too intoxicated to snap back.

Your humid, semi-nude bodies shook the table at an excessive rate, bare legs trembling as a sudden orgasm submerged you. Sinking into the depths of euphoria, you heard Billy’s low, gruff grunt - an abrupt burst of hot, white ribbons coating the back of your thighs as he slipped from your sopping arousal.

“I still fucking hate you.” You babbled out.

“So much.” He finished.

You sincerely hoped nobody would inquire about the operation’s success, because, truly, you had no fucking idea.

Thank you for reading and hope you enjoyed! Please feel free to use the asks feature on my page for requests of oneshots/drabbles/blurbs etc.. would be greatly appreciated, though I will be responding to them after kinktober since i’m doing the full month! <3

[homemade-ghosts]

Regarding the ending to the finale, do you think Ricky should've confessed or it should've been Gina? Also, do you think Gina should've initiated the "starting over" or Ricky should've?

When it comes to those two scenes, I think everything happened pretty much exactly as it should have.

I know some people were/are upset that Gina was the one to profess her feelings because they felt this season was building to a confession on Ricky’s end, I get that. I think the most important thing to keep in mind, though, is that Ricky’s reluctancy to tell Gina how he felt had absolutely nothing to do with him not wanting to or not being ready to tell her and everything to do with Ricky prioritizing Gina and her happiness over his own.

In 305, he literally tells Gina, “Yeah, I guess it’s hard not to just say what you feel, you know?” (while the Rina cue plays). In contrast to how difficult it was for s1 Ricky to express his feelings for Nini, it’s — by his own admission — difficult for s3 Ricky not to express his feelings to & for Gina. 

He doesn’t, though. First, because Gina is with EJ and Ricky wants to give her the best possible chance at being happy with him — or rather, he wants to give her the best possible chance at being happy, period, and if EJ happens to be a factor, then so be it. Just like Gina told us she would “never step on what [Ricky] has with Nini” in s2, now, in s3, Ricky is offering her that same kindness. They both want to see each other happy, even if that means sacrificing their own happiness and breaking their own hearts in the process. Then, when Carlos warns him that a trailer for the doc is coming out next month and it could potentially have Ricky’s on-camera confession in it, he tries to tell her at Prom — but he sees the tears streaming down her face and decides against it. Eyes big with concern, voice soft, he says, “it can wait if there’s something you’re working through.” He doesn’t want to burden her with his own feelings when she is already going through so many of her own. He wants to give her the space to process. He will wait to tell her until she is ready to hear it because, again, Ricky is putting what’s best for Gina above all else. 

Later that night, when he notices the light is back in Gina’s eyes and there’s a smile, a real one, brightening her face and she asks what he was going to say earlier, he’s about to tell her — & then he finds out that she has just broken up with EJ. He could use this to his advantage, take this moment to swoop in now that Gina is effectively single, but of course, he doesn’t. Once again, he doesn’t want her to have to bear the weight of his feelings for her when she needs the space to process her own. He’s broken up with someone before, he knows this pain, this bittersweet relief of making the right choice even if it hurts like hell in the moment. He understands what it’s like and he would never dream of giving her something else to worry about on top of that, if he can help it.

The reason I bring up (some of) Ricky’s acts of selflessness towards Gina earlier in the season is because him choosing not to confess his feelings for her in the finale is another example of that. He had no idea how long it might take for Gina to get over EJ. Recovering from a breakup doesn’t have a one-size-fits-all timeline, and he didn’t want her to feel pressured, like she had to move on from him sooner than she was ready to. He needed Gina to make the first move so he could know that this is what she wanted now, that she had healed and he wasn’t crossing any of her boundaries. 

Ricky not wanting to overstep Gina’s boundaries is also the reason why she needed to be the one to ask if they could start over in 302. That day during improv, (206) when Ricky asked Gina to be his partner and she turned away from him, some part of him knew why, though he wasn't ready to confront that "why" yet. Still, he saw this as her proverbial line in the sand. As much as he wanted to be a part of her life, he didn't try to force his way into it. He waited until Gina was ready to make him part of her life again and, as soon as she invited him back in, he tried to be as present as possible for her.

Now back to that final finale scene.

The confession shows how perfectly they complement each other, really. Ricky needs someone to tell him how they feel. I think I’ve mentioned this before, but it’s one of the reasons Ricky was so quick to “take a chance” on Lily. Simply because she looked him right in the eyes and told him how she felt about him. Ricky needed those words of confirmation/affirmation from Gina. Gina, however, has always wanted & needed someone who “shows up” for her. Words don’t hold a lot of weight for her because she equates them with empty promises. Her mom reassures her that they won’t move again for awhile and then, two months later, she’s packing up boxes. When her brother comes to watch her performance in Beauty & The Beast, he tells her he’s “trying to make up for lost time.” but then he slips out to catch a flight before the show’s over and, as far as we know, hasn’t really kept in touch since. Then there’s EJ, who promises they’ll be on the same team for Color War so that they can spend the day together and hopefully celebrate a win later — but, instead of being with Gina, he spends most of the day in the barn, getting a crash course in Directing from Miss Jenn. & then he swears he’ll save her a dance on Prom night, but he’s nowhere to be found when that final song starts playing.

Gina has been let down by words too many times, they’re no good to her without action — which is why Ricky showing up for her all summer, proving that he cares, meant more to her than anything he could ever say. & it’s why Ricky kissing her in response to her confession meant more to her than some grand speech. Gina needs action, Ricky needs affirmation. She told him how she felt & he showed her.  

In giving each other what they needed, they both got what they wanted.

In addition to Gina’s confession making perfect sense for their characters, it also fits with the general theme of the season for Ricky: second chances. Although the context & circumstances are different, that final scene is meant to parallel the opening night flashback. That night, he listened as Gina told him how she felt, he held her as she cried and then, when she told him she was going to walk out of there with her “head held high”, he let her. Mostly, I think, because he wasn’t sure he had any other choice. He thought he was never going to see Gina again and, just seconds earlier, had gotten back together with Nini — what else was he supposed to do? He couldn’t confess his love for Nini one minute and then tell Gina how much she meant to him the next, that wouldn’t have been fair to either girl. 

So much has changed now, for the better. The timing is right. So, this time, when Gina tells him how she feels and says she’s going to walk out of that theater with her “head held high” unless he stops her, he does. He knew this was his second, & probably last, chance. He watched Gina slip away once before and has regretted it ever since, he’s not going to make that mistake again. 

[curiousconch]

Sobering Truth

Chapter 10 of Ricochet (An Open Heart AU)

Catch up here: Series Masterlist

Chapter Synopsis: After the fallout of Rafael and Heather, what could this mean to Bryce and the recovering doctor? 

Pairing: Rafael Aveiro x MC (Dr. Heather Song) | Bryce Lahela x MC (Dr. Heather Song)

Words: 2.1k+ | Genre: Crime, Suspense/Thriller, Romance

Rating/Warnings: Mature (16+) / hints of past violent experience and sex

Author's Notes: Almost is Never Enough by Ariana Grande and Nathan Skyes was the perfect song for this chapter, the lyrics are very fitting. Also, watch out for a cameo from a PM character 😊

Thank you so much for taking time to read this series. Please let me know if you want me to include/remove you in the tags list. Also, disclaimer: Majority of the characters are owned by Pixelberry, except the main character Heather Song and an OC Jordan Anderson.

Bryce found himself hunched alone in a bar stool downtown Boston. He swirled the brown liquid in his glass, brows furrowed in remembering the scene in the hospital room. 

His face contorted with the pain piercing through his chest, the possibility of losing Heather once again sinking like a sword. He racked his mind for an option, but it seems all is lost in that battle.

He thought back to their last outing together, and he was so certain that something was there. So why did she choose to stay with someone else instead of being with him?

His lips formed a thin line, his hand rubbing over his face in frustration. The emotions within turbulent and unnerving. Was he just too much of a fool when he thought he had a shot with her? 

This is exactly why Bryce Lahela didn't want to commit. It was far more easier for him to seek momentary connections rather than build permanent ones. He didn't want to relive the rejections-filled past from his adolescence, at the time of his parents' criminal convictions. 

Yet here he was again, suffering the same consequences of wanting something permanent in his life. Something that could bring him happiness. Something better than him being alone in the middle of a crowd of drunken patrons. 

He should've stayed in his own lane of hook-ups and one night stands instead of chasing for this relationship. 

So the first thing he did when he realized that that door is closing, was to go back to his old stomping grounds. 

But why can't he will himself to look around? 

As if on queue, an olive-skinned woman slid herself beside him, her sudden presence invading his thoughts. With a half-smirk and green catty eyes, the coils of dark hair loosely wrapping her head. The mere sight of her was mesmerizing. 

"I know you," she said, almost in a purr. 

Bryce looked back at her, and a long-forgotten heat warmed him up. And it wasn't because of the alcohol in his system.

"I guess my reputation is my charm," he replied, leaning forward. He loosened his tie whilst sipping from his glass. 

"Oh I know all about your reputation," her voice made him shiver, her fingers ever slowly trailing a path towards his arm. "You're the one with magic hands," she whispered, her brows dancing as she spoke. 

This commanding woman was pushing his buttons in all the right places, her sparkly black cocktail dress that clung on her body tightly wasn't making him feel suddenly parched. 

Her hand continued to venture up his arm, and eventually the side of his neck. As it followed the line of his jaw, Bryce couldn't help but lean closer. 

Nothing was stopping him at the moment. 

Miles away from being sober, his lips blew a short burst of air into the woman's bare neck, after which he got the chance to breathe in a whiff of her perfume. 

The jasmine scent was all too familiar. It conjured the image of the woman who Bryce fled away from tonight. 

Heather. 

Snapping out of the trance, he took a step back. Gone was the sexual tension that floated in the air mere seconds ago. Bryce only shook his head to the woman and paid his tab, before almost sprinting out into the cold rain that continued to flood the concrete pavement. 

He let the drops of water wash all over him until he was soaked. With it, the inevitable tears began to fall, which he didn't hold back. He also didn't mind how it easily reduced the numbing effect of the bottle of Jack Daniels that he just consumed. 

Like a thief in the night, the woman of his dreams snatched what was left of Bryce's vulnerable heart. He knew, deep down, that it would take a long time before he can get it back. 

*** 

"Breaking news. Declan Nash and Jordan Anderson pleads guilty as co-conspirators of the kidnapping of Senator Ed Farrugia and Edenbrook doctor Heather Song."

"This is following an intensive investigation by the joint special task force created as the public clamored to protect Massachusetts famed senator. 

"We are joined today by one of the victims, Senator Ed Farrugia, after he gave his testimony today at the Boston courthouse."

The video flicked from a female news anchor to the steps of the city's courthouse, where the politician was joined by Chief DA Tanaka. Heather's hazel eyes however wasn't on the prominent people in the screen, but instead drawn to the tall figure standing beside the older man, his intimidating stature made more pronounced by the sharp gray suit that contoured just enough to please.

Bryce. 

Saying his name, even in her mind, made her involuntarily shudder with regret, aware that between them was an undeniable attraction that she just couldn't shake off. Ever since her kidnapping, she couldn't stop herself from thinking about what could've been. Was it just too late for them? Will it only remain a connection that can never be explored? Will it ever be something more? She knew, deep down, if she could change the world overnight, she wanted to try. If there was anything she could learn from her almost dying, it was the sobering truth that life was too short to be restrained by inaction.

But she hadn't been able to speak to him for a while now. He didn't answer his phone nor returned any of her texts or messages. She hoped to get the chance when she was scheduled for her recorded testimony. To her dismay, another ADA visited her and took her witness account. 

She thought he was just busy with the case, but she sensed that he was avoiding her altogether. Her free time provided her so many hours to rack her brain for the reason why. To this day, that question was left unanswered. 

Danny raised his gaze to Heather, as he felt her pulse beat faster than normal. He turned to the TV monitor in the hospital room, stifling a chuckle as he found the reason behind her palpitations.

"Let's try to do this again," Danny said, making Heather's attention swivel to him. 

"Why? Something wrong?" she asked, obviously confused. 

This time, Danny snickered, grabbing the remote from her and switched the channel. The gesture was enough to make her fluster as it dawned on her what the nurse was insinuating. 

"I can't put your last BPM on your chart, Heather. We dont want Dr. Ramsey to not sign off on your discharge papers today. Two weeks of him pestering us is enough torture to last a lifetime," he scoffed jokingly, referencing how the senior attending relentlessly chased the hospital staff to put her case on priority. 

She curtly nodded, her mentor's crass actions embarrassing her further. 

"Thanks, Danny." she sheepishly smiled, hoping the two words were enough to express her appreciation of how the hospital helped her get back on her feet during the roughest period of her life yet. 

Danny returned her gesture, before getting back to taking her pulse. Satisfied, he recorded it to the clipboard in his hand, as her friends thundered into the room. 

Sienna, Elijah, Jackie and Aurora all stepped inside, each carrying an assortment of food items. They moved their Sunday brunch to that day in celebration of Heather's discharge. The welcome noise warmed her heart, their usual banter flowing like music to her ears. 

The thundering of her deep-seated emotions momentarily toned down, as she enjoyed the company of the small family she found in Edenbrook. 

Outside, the weather was warm with no clouds threatening to dampen the surroundings. 

It was going to be a good day. 

*** 

As the last of the questions were addressed and the cameras were turned away, Bryce sighed in relief. 

With the news crews dispersed, Chief Tanaka left to head back to the DA's office, leaving him as second chair to wrap up all the remaining paperwork. He strutted into the courthouse, the ADA facade well in effect. 

It was an understatement to say that the past few weeks were hectic. 

Interviewing Declan Nash and Jordan Anderson was like being pulled into opposite poles. Their personalities were so polarizingly different that Bryce suspected that there was a more to the case than what appears. 

So he advised the special task force to dig into that angle. The FBI's investigation is still ongoing, and he is betting against it finishing soon. 

Today was a day of accomplishments, and Bryce's mood was better than it was ever since that night. Or so he thought. 

As his mind shifted back into the present, he caught the unwelcome sight of Agent Rafael Aveiro conversing with someone in the hallways. He managed to hear a glimpse of the conversation as they got into earshot. 

"You're background would be invaluable to us, Agent Rafael," the strange man in the tweed-colored jacket said. 

"This is such a timely offer that I couldn't refuse. I'll let you know as soon as I wrap up my last case." Bryce heard Raf say. 

"Of course. But please don't keep us in the Interpol on our toes, Agent." 

"Of course, Agent Nazario." 

Taken aback, he stopped, trying to understand what had just transpired. Why was Rafael taking a job with the interpol? 

Once Bryce saw that the special investigator was alone, he approached him, words blazing. 

"Interpol? Seriously, Raf, this soon?" 

Raf turned to face him, surprised at Bryce's sudden interjection. 

"I don't see the need to explain myself to you, ADA Lahela." He politely said as he begun to walk away. 

"But you just got back together! Why leave for an overseas job this soon when she needs you the most?" Bryce's voice rose, echoing into the nearly full hallway. He honestly didn't mind, weeks worth of bottled up frustration threatening to surface. 

A more puzzled expression filled Rafael's face, the line of interrogation making him turn around and stare back at the prosecutor. 

Rafael recognized the look on Bryce's face. It was a mirror of his own haunted reflection. Of a lost love, never to return. The confusion gave way to understanding. 

It made him soften his stance, and place a brotherly hand on the lawyer's shoulder. 

"Look, I don't know why you think that, but Heather and I..." he paused, taking a deep breath as he tried to bury the painful memory of their goodbye into the back of his mind. "We broke up. The same night that she was admitted to Edenbrook after her kidnapping, we talked and agreed to go our separate ways." 

Bryce couldn't believe what he was hearing, his knees weakening with the revelation. Amber eyes widened in shock and feeling like an idiot at the same time. 

He smiled despite himself, the nightmares of his imaginary rejection transformed into a wonderful dream. The door that he thought was closed is now unlocking, and he was determined to blow it wide open. 

With a hasty thank you and goodbye to Raf, he turned the soles of his leather shoes and raced to the door of the courthouse. 

Bryce didn't dare waste another minute to look back. 

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