#billy russo x plus sized reader
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Getaway Car
So a long long long time ago I mentioned writing a Plus Size!Reader x Billy Russo fic for @flowers-in-your-hayr... Well its finally finished!
Summary: As Billy Russo’s getaway driver your life is going to change forever.
Warnings: Better guy Billy, Fix-it kinda, shitty sports references, fucking about with The Punisher timeline, graphic descriptions of first aid, exhibitionism, voyeurism, masturbation, thigh riding, dom/sub undertones, unprotected sex, plus size reader, NSFW, minors dni, probably a ton of inaccuracies
Rating + Word Count: [Explicit - 6,049w]
Don’t forget to tap the moodboard to see it in its highest quality. There are bonus ones at the end!
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Getting arrested wasn’t for nothing after all. You walked out of 10 months locked up in a women’s prison with five more tattoos wearing someone else's clothes to find a sleek black lamborghini waiting outside.
The window rolls down and a bald headed man intones your name.
“That’s me. What is this?”
The man gets out, and opens the back door. “Please get in, Miss. The Boss would like to speak with you.”
You step to the side to look in the car, but there’s no one else inside. Just the clean leather and a mini bar in the center console.
“Who’s the Boss?”
“I’m not at liberty to say. But you’ll find out. Please get in, Miss. I am under strict instructions not to leave without you.”
You stare at the empty seat and mini bottles of Bombay Sapphire. All your money was tied up in an offshore account, and you only had the state given $20 for bus fare on you. You doubted that would get you as far as you needed.
At least Baldy might give you a ride to the bank after you found out where this mysterious car would take you.
You give a cheshire grin to the chauffeur and step into the car, its rich leather smell overpowering the metal and sweat from the prison.
“Well then we better not get you in trouble, Baldy.”
The door closes and he sits back inside. “Any music for you, Miss?”
“Put on the radio. Let’s see what I've missed while I've been gone.”
The tinny sounds of electric pop swirl through the car as you relax into the cushy seats and grab a mini, opening the bottle and letting the sounds of the newest pop hits serenade you on your journey to the future.
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You’re singing to yourself, one earbud in, working on tuning up the latest addition to your Boss’ collection. So you don’t hear the clack clack of dress shoes on the concrete shop floor. And you definitely don’t hear him bellow your name as he walks into the garage.
In slow motion you feel a strong grip on your ankle, and the hand pulls you out swiftly from under the car. You act on instinct and come out swinging, catching the man strongly in the knee with your wrench. His other knee gives out too, slamming on the ground next to your head, and before you know it Billy Russo is catching himself on his hands on either side of your shoulders.
You get a noseful of his expensive cologne before his chest slams into yours, crashing your head into the concrete floor and upending your skid to send it flying across the shop.
“Ow! Fuck, Boss. Warn a girl before you yank her, would you?” You add a smack to his shoulder for good measure before rubbing at the back of your head and trying to push him off you. “We can’t all have those military instincts.”
His low chuckle fills your ears as Billy pushes himself up to sit against the wheel of the car, rubbing his knee. “You’ve got quite the swing there, slugger. But maybe don’t blast the music in your ears so loud while you’re under the car, hm?”
“Sorry, Boss. I’ve gotta protect myself, you know.”
“I know. I’m not complaining, only admiring. It’s not every day I hire a getaway driver, but get a pinch hitter instead.” He grins down at your prone body, still lying on the greasy cold floor.
You roll your eyes, and get up to walk across the shop and get your skid. The less time you spent smiling at Billy Russo the better.
“What can I help you with today, Boss?”
“I’ve got a job for you.”
“Don’t you always?” Your wide, kilowatt smile is almost out of your control before you stuff it back inside.
Billy shakes his head, and stays serious. Just a twitch in the corner of his mouth showing any sign of mirth. “Tomorrow’s security detail might go south and I need someone I can trust to get us out.”
“But the senator is a government contract. I know I’m not supposed to be on those. What’s in your head, Bills?”
Billy glared at you, he hated that nickname. And of course that meant you used it as much as you could get away with. “Gerry’s been talking again hasn’t he.”
“He can’t help it. You know how my cheerful disposition and feminine wiles get him going.”
To your credit, you are pretty cheerful, but both you and Billy know you’re about as feminine as mud on the best of days. After 6 months of working on and off the books for Anvil, Baldy, or more accurately Gerald Simmons III, Billy’s official chauffert, doted on you. He loved to chat with his Best Girl, and thought of you as his second daughter. It’s how you got the best intel on Billy and the rest of the world at Anvil, since you spent most of your time in the garage and kitchen.
The long look Billy gives you isn’t a surprise. He’s always been good at eyeing people up, taking in everything they have to offer. But his eyes bore into your skin where you know there’s grease and rust marks, and the jumpsuit tied around your waist doesn’t hug your plump figure the way it might some of the other women at Anvil.
Slowly he lifts an eyebrow, “Feminine wiles? Is there something about you and Gerry I should know about? I could’ve sworn he was in a loving marriage with a daughter he adored. But maybe that’s a different Gerry on the payroll.”
You roll your eyes and switch the subject back to work. “So what’s up with this job? Why does the senator need me?”
“We think The Punisher is gonna show up. And if he does, we need to get out as fast and as clean as possible.”
Your low whistle echoes through the garage. “Whatever you say, Boss. But I don’t need to tell you Frank Castle is no one to mess with.”
The change in atmosphere is sudden and palpable. “He was in my unit.”
You suck in a breath, “Oh, Billy.”
Where he’d been staring down the other end of the garage, Billy’s head snaps to you. His gaze is a thousand yard stare. You never call him Billy. But you know how the military can get you close to others. It’s like prison, but a smidge more voluntary. And the story of Frank Castle is pretty well known, at least among the underbelly he chased for years and you had made sure your sources never dried up.
It’s no secret, at least among those of you in the inner circle at Anvil, that the Boss had some hard times overseas. Had to make some tough calls. Might’ve been a little more selfish than some of you respected. But none of you really knew what it was like. Sure, Billy employed the military types; those who might understand. But it wasn’t always those who enlisted who carried the biggest secrets for the Boss.
Your heavy steel toe boot-falls fill the space as you walk close to Billy. This is a big leap of faith, and a serious conversation. When you sit next to him, Billy pushes his wrench bruised knee close to your thigh and you can feel the warmth of him through the canvas of your jumpsuit.
He stares at you like a predator stalking its prey, looking for any weakness. But you can see the fear behind his gaze. He’s only being vulnerable because you’ve done things for him. Things he could hold over your head if you decided to sell him out. He’s only hoping you won’t.
Your fingers move to trace his knee, under the guise of checking the bruise.
“So you know The Punisher.”
“Frank is my best friend. My worst enemy. And the reason I’m here. With all this.” Billy gestures to the dozens of cars parked throughout the garage.
“And you’re worried if he gets to you he’ll… what? Get you?”
“That, and… That I’ll get him.”
The garage is quiet. A lifetime of unsaid words between the two of you. Billy’s stare doesn’t meet your eyes; the buried guilt barely visible on his face. You leave it for as long as you can bear it. He won’t say anything else until he’s ready. And you get why he chose you. Why out of all his inner circle you think you’re the only one that knows the truth about him and Frank.
It’s because you trust him implicitly. He offered you salvation, and in return Billy’s always said “Jump,” and you’ve said “How high?” Some of the guys who follow orders do the same, but it’s always been different between the two of you. You’re the only one who is truly indispensable.
“Okay. What’s the plan?”
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24 Hours later you’re in a modest Camry. The perfect unassuming car parked a block away from the senator’s hotel.
Engine idling and music playing softly; you’re on mute, but you can hear the chatter of the comms in your earbud. So far the day has been going well, and they haven’t needed you. But there’s a good amount of day left.
The gunshots in your ears are always a surprise. You roll your neck, take a breath and focus on the info coming over the airwaves. Someone has taken out the soldiers at their posts and Billy is rushing to cover the senator.
You pull the car smoothly out of the spot and head to the rendezvous point, right outside the east stairwell. It only takes a few seconds before you hear Billy’s voice over comms.
“Cheetah plan is go.”
Three minutes later you see Billy stumble out of the stairwell door, supporting the senator as they try to get quickly to the car.
“Get down, stay low, and be quiet.” You command as they shut the door, after falling onto the floor of the car. “First aid is in the swap. He gonna be okay until then?”
“He’ll be fine. Non critical.”
You pick up the pace a little, but stay in line with traffic. No one followed Billy out of the building, but that doesn’t mean there weren’t eyes on it.
Your route to the swap car is meandering and redundant. You’ve only noticed one tail so far, but they’re a good distance behind you.
A few blocks later you pull in the parking garage and speed to the second to last level, backing elegantly into a spot. You take off your black blazer and chuck it in the backseat before grabbing the red heels and matching handbag sitting on the passenger seat. The mirrored sunglasses that were hanging from your little black dress get slipped on your face, and you get out of the car.
You walk past the car next to yours before cocking a hip and adopting your persona, stilettos dangling provocatively from your fingers. Rifling through the handbag you pull out your phone and hold it in your palm like it’s on speaker.
“Coast is clear for now, Boss. But they gave me twenty seconds lead. Stay in and down until I say.”
“Yes, Cheetah.”
You roll your eyes behind the sunglasses. The cheetah print ballet flats you’re wearing for this job let you feel every piece of asphalt as you walk toward the swap car, and every ridge in the gas pedal when you get there.
The dull roar of the engine echoes around the corner; your tail is right on time. And seeing what they think is a civilian they bypass checking the level and keep going. As their tail lights pass the barricade you command through coms, “Go. Stay low. Stay steady. White Honda four cars down to your left.”
Keeping an eye on your rear view mirror you watch Billy and the senator stumble toward you, and when they open the door you reach back to help them under the prepped blanket. It’ll look like just a normal business woman with a whole bunch of meaningless clothes and crap in her backseat.
“Sorry senator, it’s going to be a little uncomfortable until we get to the safehouse. First aid is under the driver’s seat if you need it.” You grin at the pile of blankets, and see one dark eye glare at you from the gap by the center console.
Swiftly you exit the parking garage and head toward the hotel. Hoping the tail would think the people he’s chasing would want to stay as far away from the scene of the crime as possible, you’d planned for the safehouse to be on the other side of the city.
The drive to the safehouse is uneventful and unfollowed. Fast and clean, just as requested.
When you get out of the car to head up to the apartment, Billy mentions, “You’ll want to put on the heels to fit in.”
He gives you a wide grin of his own when you glare at him in response, but you lean against the car and remove your flats. Throwing them to him one at a time. And of course the gorgeous bastard catches both of them.
Your first step is a little wobbly. Sure the heels fit, but they were mostly for show. Billy holds an arm out and you have to take his elbow. In protest you grab the elbow of the senator as well.
Squashed in between a CEO and a senator is a place you never thought you’d be after sitting in a concrete room squashed between a flat pillow and a thin blanket. But at least you’ll fit in when you waltz into the high class apartment building chosen for this safe house.
Walking into the two bedroom corner apartment you direct the senator to the master bedroom.
“We’ll call that we’ve arrived and they’ll send a medic to check on you. Why don’t you take a shower, sir. There should be changes of clothes in the room. They’re only lounge clothes, but they should do the job until you can get back home.”
“Thank you, Miss. Cheetah.” He says it with a leer and a hefty look to your ample cleavage in the little black dress. “And thank you, Billy.” The senator calls at Billy's retreating back when you just glare at the old man. Billy’s cell phone is already against his ear, starting the report and requesting a medic. As he walks you can see the stress climb up his back and his gait starts to change. He’s been injured, and the idiot hasn’t told you.
Once the senator closes the door to the master you lock it quietly then go to check on the Boss. You push open the door and are greeted with a sight you’d hoped to never be blessed with. All million miles of Billy Russo’s bare legs with his rounded butt hugged by sinful black boxer briefs. Only this pair have been sliced open with a gnarly wound right on the back of the thigh where it’d be hard for him to reach. Billy is twisting, turning, and wincing as he tries to get a good look in the full length mirror.
You kick off your heels and sigh. “Yes you’re very pretty, Bills. Let me clean you up before the medic gets here. Lie face down on the bed, please.” Your “please” is an afterthought as you immediately turn around to walk across the small hall to grab the first aid from under the sink. You’d made sure the safehouse held the best first aid possible, for this exact reason.
Billy is in position when you get back, head pillowed on his arms as his eyes follow you. You refuse to meet his gaze, and kneel next to the bed to open the box and pull out an antiseptic wipe, butterfly closures, and bandages.
“So you think I’m pretty.” Billy’s smug voice mentions above you.
“Did I say that?”
“It was implied.”
“Well I'm so sorry to inflate your ego. Oh wait. Maybe my timing was good. Here, let me deflate it a little.” You run the antiseptic wipe over the cut before promptly blowing on the wet spot.
“Jesus Fuck, Y/N!”
You smile gleefully before continuing to clean him up, running the wipe over the cut again, putting the butterfly closures on, and covering it loosely with a bandage so he doesn’t get blood on everything. Standing up to grab a pair of sweatpants from the dresser, you place them next to his head and put one of the packets of aspirin on top.
“Good as new, Boss. Anywhere else I missed?”
“Nah. Just a bunch of scrapes and bruises. Nothing I can’t handle on my own.”
“Well I’ll be out there if you need me. You know I need a snack after a good run.”
You can feel Billy’s eyes on you as you start to walk out of the room.
“Hey, Y/N!” You turn just slightly to see Billy Russo’s soulful stare seeping into your pores and flaying your skin.
“I love watching you in action.”
Your mouth opens and closes, gaping like a fish, before you turn and practically run out of the room. Nearly naked Billy Russo, your very dangerous, very sexy boss giving you bedroom eyes and compliments is a little too much for this moment.
Pasta is the first thought into your mind. Even spiraling you can do pasta.
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There’s a patterned knock at the door, and you softly pad over to let Snips, the medic, in.
“Senator is in the master bedroom, Snips.”
“Smells good. Can I stay when I’m done?”
You look over your shoulder to where Billy has emerged from the bedroom. It’s up to him who stays and who goes.
“Fine by me.”
Snips nods and heads over to the bedroom, closing the door behind him.
“Cacio e pepe, Boss.” You walk toward the kitchen, intending to serve him.
“Sure you don’t want to change into sweats? I’m done in there.”
“Nah. I’ve been told I look pretty alright in this little number.” You wink at him before cringing and beelinging toward the meal you prepped.
Billy’s chuckle follows you, and so do his soft footfalls on the hardwood.
He moans into the bowl you served him and doesn’t even say anything, just keeps eating. Which for Billy is saying a lot.
You keep your hands busy prepping bowls for yourself, Snips and the Senator. By the time you finish plating and take your first bite the rest of the group have joined you.
Dinner passes smoothly with the Senator and Billy yammering away about politics. You and Snips are content to sit quietly and fade into the background. It’s Billy’s job to rub elbows with the elite.
You’ve taken all the dishes to the sink to busy your hands with washing them, and over the water you don’t hear Snips finish with Billy then leave or the senator go back to the room.
“Here, let me dry.” Billy’s soft voice is a shock to the silence and your humming, and you nod to acknowledge him.
Together, quietly you finish the dishes and Billy puts everything away. Occasionally brushing your hand to take a dish, or gently pressing his full palm against your back to get by. Every time he moves the sharp citrus scent of the soap they put in the shower mixed with the gunmetal musk unique to Billy wafts around you.
Maybe seeing you in anything other than greasy overalls has been the kick in the butt he needed to really make a move. His eyes have been following you ever since he first saw you, greasy and sweaty in ill fitting clothes, slightly drunk from his limo mini bar, stumbling into his office where he offered you salvation.
You know it’s dangerous, but you can’t help but be captivated by the charismatic man, a full head taller than you with shark eyes and an angel’s face.
“You take the bed, I’ll take the couch.” The words from Billy sound like a command, but his body language is casual as he flops down to lie on the couch, feet toward the door so he can sit up and shoot, just in case.
“Yes, boss.” You hurry into the room, looking forward to the hot shower and taking off your shapewear. The sweats in the drawer will be a little baggy, but comfortable.
Your makeup, hair product, and nervous sweat run down the drain. The citrus scent of the shampoo reminding you of Billy pressed up against you drying dishes, and the heat of his palm burning your back.
You remember the way his ass looked in those tight black briefs. The soft hair tickling your fingers as you cleaned him up; a prominent bulge peeking between his legs.
Your core starts to heat up and you can’t help but be tempted to really enjoy the shower. Maybe you can accomplish multiple goals at the same time. Let Billy hear you, get him really turned on, and show him you’re definitely interested.
The water rolls over your curves as you tease over your folds, letting soft moans and whimpers out as you play. Slowly you run your finger around your clit, letting your body make any noise it wants. The loudest moan comes when you finally touch your sensitive bud, the warm water mixing with your juices to slick the way for you to go as fast as your body wants.
You chase your climax, rubbing your clit over and over until you moan out “Bills” as loud as you dare. The water, starting to turn cold, takes the evidence of your arousal down the drain too, and you revel in the softness in your limbs for just a moment before turning off the water and stepping out.
You wish you could fit in his button up, and walk out into the living room like someone as svelte as Madani could. But you know this oversized gray t-shirt is intimate and hugs your body just enough for you to feel soft and sexy post-orgasm. In the bathroom you dry off and slip the soft shirt over your head.
Humming the song that is stuck in your head, you step into the bedroom only to be greeted by a shark-eyed Billy Russo. He’s shirtless, one leg stretched out the other planted so his long fingers can play a staccato pattern on his raised knee.
“Hey, Billy.” You whisper, as you feel the water from your hair soak further into the shirt that touches the tops of your thick thighs.
“Did you think you were quiet?”
Your silence says nothing, and the way you avoid his eyes gives Billy a hint of what your answer is.
“I need you to say it, Kitten.”
In a split second you make the decision, and the confidence swells within you. “I wanted you to hear me, Sir.”
You take bold steps toward the dangerous man who is your boss, your savior, your partner; placing your most intimate parts in his hands to rip and tear and pull apart as he desires.
Slowly you crawl up the bed, feeling the softness of his sweatpants against your freshly clean skin. You straddle his raised leg, pressing your warm center against his firm thigh, and placing your hands against his sculpted chest.
Billy moves his leg just so to create perfect pressure against your core, and a desperate mewl leaves your lips. Worshiping your skin with his fingertips, his hands move so slowly up your thighs to grip you, those long fingers you’d always admired finding perfect purchase in the plush pillows of your wide hips.
With his firm grip making you feel centered and safe, he pushes and pulls you against his thigh; encouraging the natural thrusting motions you can’t help but make.
Slowly you work yourself against Billy, grinding and letting out little gasps and moans. He delights in watching you, with dilated eyes, take your pleasure as he squeezes your soft flesh between his fingers and feels your wet warmth pressed against him.
When he’s had his fill of watching, Billy pulls your mouth to him, claiming your lips in another filthy kiss and caressing your tongue with his own. His soft fingers thread gently through your hair, before he tightens his grip.
Billy, never breaking the kiss, uses his lithe strength to roll you on your back; covering your body with his and sinking into the softness of your skin. As he grinds his hard cock against you, chasing his own pleasure, your hands sneak up his abdomen to caress his nipple. A low growl from Billy sends pleasurable shivers down your spine.
“Did I say you could touch me?”
You jerk your hands away from his skin abruptly, and respond- “No, sir.”
His devilish smirk widens, and he sits up so he’s straddling your middle. “Take them off, Kitten.”
Your eyes grow wide, and you watch as your own hands grip the waistband of his pants. Slowly you push down the elastic and his soft skin covered in fine hair is revealed. Billy isn’t wearing underwear and the measured exposure of his cock is a slow motion thrill.
You push his sweats down as far as they can get and look up at Billy when his erection is freed from its confines.
“May I touch it?”
He looks down at you, your hopeful eyes shining back with the thought that the gorgeous man will let you pleasure him. His hand reaches out to caress your cheek and when he pulls you onto him, your hand wraps around him and your tongue reaches out to caress his tip.
Your mouth waters at the soft saltiness of his skin, and your tongue lathes up and down gently. Increasing the pressure, and adding the texture from your lips, you tease Billy’s already hard cock to the hardest it can be. Your hands add to the sensation when you wrap a fist around the base, and pump up and down to match the rhythm of your mouth swallowing him down.
The small groans and twitches of his hips feed your ego, and you continue to pleasure this alluring man. When you add a twist of your hand around his tip on the upstroke, Billy’s deep whine of your name is imprinted in your head forever. And when you continue the stroke, adding more and more wetness so your hand can glide smoothly over his engorged skin, the deep breath he takes before commanding you, “Stop-” sets your heart pounding and more slick coating your pussy.
After you drop his cock like a hot poker, and sit back abruptly, Billy slowly leans forward to caress your face, and wipe away some of the spit from the corners of your mouth.
“I want to come inside you. May I?”
His deep stare grabs onto your soul, and your heated core gives a mighty lurch before you exhale, “Yes, please.”
The wide, boyish grin he gives you in response is everything you could’ve ever dreamed. This beautiful man, who you never thought would look at you twice, has the most joyous expression you’ve ever seen on him just at the thought of being with you intimately.
You’ve seen the power and passion Billy has when he fights, and you just know he’s going to put that same passion into fucking you. After you return his wide smile, he sits up, and crawls over top of you, settling between your thighs with your bare skin pressed together.
While keeping eye contact, he strokes his whole hand from your knee down to your thigh, and rubs the backs of his fingers gently against the seam of your pussy.
“You’re so wet for me, Kitten. Do you think you’re ready?” As he asks, he ever so slowly puts pressure against you, rubbing slowly up and down so your clit gets the barest tease of pleasure.
“Please, Billy.” Your breath hitches as his hands takes the briefest pause, “Sir, yes. I can take it. I want it.”
“Then I'll give it to you.” He kisses you as he enters, swallowing the pleasurable noises you make as you stretch to take his girth.
The rhythm starts off slow, Billy getting you accustomed to his shape and size. His hips thrust gently into you until your legs wrap tightly around him, and your hands join them to grab at his shapely butt to pull him deeper into you.
All you can say are single words as he picks up the pace. Driving over and over into you as you pant, “Yes! Harder. Please!”
Billy leans back so he can slip a hand in between you and circle your clit. “Fuck. I can feel you tighten around me. Ugh I’m close.”
“Yes! Me too.” His circles get sloppier and faster, while his thrusting slows to a more even pace. The thought of him making sure you cum first is what tips you closer, and closer, then over the edge when he tells you, “I want to watch you cum on my cock.”
You let out a brief shout, as your pleasure seeps through your body into your voice. Billy lets out a few grunts with you as he feels your wet pussy contract around him and continues to thrust; speeding up and growing more erratic.
Reveling in the glorious carnality, you scrape your nails down his back, and Billy cums; the slight pain mixing deliciously with his pleasure. As he does, he bites into your shoulder; your pussy giving a few more aftershocks in response.
Together you breathe, feeling the soft feel of each other's warm skin. Billy occasionally kisses your bare body in the moments before he pulls out and flops next to you. He grabs you by the hips and holds you close as you both fall asleep.
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The slam of the door is what wakes you up in the morning. You jerk awake, sheets pooling around you as you realize Billy’s side of the bed is cold. Taking a deep breath, and running your hands over your face you get out of bed and seize the day.
Billy’s back is what greets you when you walk out the bedroom door. He’s shrugging on a jacket and talking to his guys on speakerphone. There is a box of cereal with a clean bowl and spoon on the table, and you pour yourself some breakfast to wait for Billy to finish.
The ride back to Anvil is quiet. Billy says nothing so you say nothing either. Unsure of what to say, where to go, after a night that left you tingling all over with a man so forbidden.
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The awkward days turn into weeks. It feels like nothing has changed, and yet everything has. Billy still visits the garage, checking on the cars and asking his usual questions. You try to pretend it’s all the same with your mundane answers and nonchalant jokes.
But you long to crowd into his space, feel his arms around you again, or the press of his body as he’d ravish you against the gleaming black paint of his prized possessions.
Billy watches you space out as you talk together, your eyes growing distant as you stand a world away staring into the newly shined surface of the bullet proof SUV you’re discussing. He sees you shake your head and clear your throat, but he says nothing. He imagines you are frowning because he is there. Because he has not asked his burning questions. Does not wish to compromise you.
The cars are nothing. You are Billy’s prized possession, and you have no idea that he’s bought most of these cars for you.
It is a late night when the dams finally break.
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You turn at the smell of fried dough and soy sauce. Billy slams a large paper bag on the metal table behind you, right next to the parts you’d been cleaning.
“You’re nit picking. It will all go fine tomorrow. You’ve checked everything.”
You roll your eyes at him, but put your cloth back in the sink and pull up a stool to the table. Billy keeps pulling out container after container of your favorite Chinese food.
“I know you usually stay late prepping for big contracts, but this isn’t a new one. It’s routine. What’s going on?”
The strong exhale out your nose signals your resignation. You’ve been stressed and anxious ever since that night, and work is the only thing that helps. You’ve been staying later and later so all you can do is collapse and sleep when you get home. Not giving your brain time to go back and forth with thoughts of talking it out or keeping it in, waiting for Billy or making the first move. You’d forgotten Billy has been your closest friend for years now and can read you like a book.
“What do you want from me, Billy? Outside work. You trust me, you talk to me, you fuck me. And then what? Leave me alone in bed and hope I forget it happened?”
He has the self preservation to look sheepish as he tries to explain. “I didn’t want to push myself on you. My desires. I’m the boss. But you’re under no obligation to sleep with me. I wanted it to be your choice.”
“I initiated it, you dumbass!” You throw a piece of chicken at the bastard. “You heard me in the shower on purpose. When at any point did I say my desires didn’t match yours?”
“You didn’t. I assumed you’d panic about sleeping with the Boss.”
“Billy. I had that panic years ago. I’ve thought about it. Over and over-
You roll your eyes at the smirk that appears on his handsome face, knowing exactly into which dirty places his mind is going.
If we want this to go any further we will have to sit down with HR, but I do want to make a go of it. The whole thing. I want to go to those fancy parties with you. Eat Chinese over my work table together. Be close friends and partners. But I need you to actually talk to me, you know? Not just assume.”
His long fingers make their way across the table to tap against yours. You turn your palm up, and he brushes against your palm and the pads of your fingers as he answers.
“It's a flaw of mine. Not being able to turn off the What Ifs. I’m sorry I couldn’t see past that enough to have this conversation sooner. I want those things too, and more.”
He takes a breath, but stops. His eyes are focussed on your hands tangled together, calluses against calluses. You give his hands a squeeze, urging him to keep going. Talking about feelings has always been like pulling teeth with Billy, but he seems more willing than usual tonight.
“I’ll request a meeting with HR, and we’ll go as soon as they’re free after the job tomorrow. I-
Billy hesitates, gently stroking your fingers and staring daggers into the table trying to find the right words.
I- your friendship means the world to me. And I admire your work so much. You’re incredible. And I don’t want to lose you.”
He pulls your hand up to his mouth and places a gentle kiss against your palm, then your knuckles, and the tips of your fingers. It seems there’s nothing more he’d like to say.
“Okay. Thank you. I won’t lose you either, Bills.” Your “I’d never be the same-” is a whisper as you both smile softly. Happy to have your feelings out on the table, and a plan in place.
You polish off the rest of the food, and if Billy talks you into being dripping wet, and takes you hard and fast against one of the vehicles for the job, well… That’s not for HR to know, even if you do have to spend some extra minutes buffing your stiff nipple prints off the shiny clean getaway car.
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The photos are not mine they are from Pinterest.
Tagging: @deans-ch-ch-cherrypie @solinarimoon @artemiseamoon @punkrocknpearls
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Margarita Kisses.
—warnings; strangers to lovers, alcohol consumption, kissing, plus size reader, fluff.
—pairing; Billy Russo x fem!reader.
—length/type; 187 words/blurb.
One drink turned to two, turned to three.
Turned to you dancing with a whiskey eyed stranger, giggling into his neck, enjoying the smell of his expensive cologne. You're in a silvery dress on New Years, wearing your mother’s jewelry, all you have left of her.
His hands danced at your hips, pulling you closer. Your lips tasted like the margaritas you’d been drinking. And you hummed when he pressed his mouth to yours.
He tasted like Tennessee Honey and something else, something that made your lips tingle.
“You should take me home,” you slurred, “I’d make love to you.” A beautiful man had never been interested in you before. Too chubby.
He chuckled darkly, “Not when you’re drunk, sweetheart.”
You smiled sweetly, “A gentleman, huh?”
He leaned into your ear, “No, sweetheart. I’m not a gentleman. But when I have you, you’re going to remember me.”
Your stomach flip flopped pleasantly.
The next morning you wake up alone in your apartment, head pounding, but a single note lays on the pillow next to you.
“Take me out for dinner, then we can make love.” -Billy Russo.
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Pressure
Christmas 2022
Billy Russo x Plus size!reader
Word Count: words
Warnings: Holiday anxiety is a bitch
Summary: The reader has a long day, dealing with crowds and holiday pressure, but Billy has the perfect solution.
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It had been a long day for Billy.
He had been going since the sun came up, and had hardly had a chance to catch his breath but as tired as he was, he knew you were even more so.
It was all in your voice, evident to him even over the phone.
“So how was your day, sweetheart?”
That was all he’d asked, just as he did every day, but for some reason, it struck a chord with you today.
It was different, though not because of the question or even the way he asked it.
Billy always made time to call you when he was on his way home, especially when he knew he was running late at the office and you were going to beat him home.
It wasn’t the call that made you emotional. You weren’t shocked that he was asking, you were shocked at how emotional the question made you.
Evidently today had been harder on you than you realized.
You’d been busy.
This morning you had walked out the door with Billy, an already uncommon occurrence, but given the fast approaching holiday season, he didn’t question it.
It wasn’t a secret that you didn’t like the holidays, in fact, it was quite the opposite. You adored Christmas, and gift-giving in general, and always gave it your all to make sure it was the best it could be.
That was the problem.
You went too hard with the shopping, the lists, and the pressure. That on top of the crowds and usual holiday chaos was just too much.
Especially when you had to do it alone.
You didn’t say anything for a while, the silence that overtook the line was more than enough of an answer for Billy. Still, he didn’t bother to interject again until you spoke. You’d get there when you were ready.
“Shitty” you finally decided, gripping the phone tighter than you would have liked as you thought over your day and each individual incident contributing to that end result.
It was your fault for waiting until the last minute to actually brave the stores, you knew that, but it did little to dull the throbbing headache you had or the residual panic built up beneath your skin.
You hated feeling like this.
“It was a really shitty day, Billy” you allowed again, not even a beat of silence passing between words this time.
Now that you were safely locked within the confines of your quiet car, soaking in the sound of your lover's voice and nothing else, it was as if you’d uncorked everything you’d been swallowing down all day.
It was sort of nice, or perhaps it would be if Billy hadn’t clammed up as soon as you actually started talking to him.
He couldn’t help it.
More than anything, he wanted to say the perfect thing, the one thing that would make it all better, but that had never really been his strong suit.
Billy was a smooth talker and a charmer to be sure, but he’d never really been comforting. It just didn’t come naturally. So, instead of risking further upset, he hummed, “Tell me about it, honey. I’m all ears”
You sighed, briefly considering ignoring his request, knowing that the former marine probably didn’t want to hear about the claustrophobic feeling you got braving the crowds as you’d done today, but pushed that down.
If he didn’t care, he wouldn’t have asked.
“I really didn’t think it would be that bad. I know we talked about going together, and I should have waited but the holidays are right around the corner and I couldn’t put it off any longer” you started, well aware that you were rambling.
With no intention of stopping.
This had always been how your relationship with Billy went.
You held everything in just like your parents had trained you to until it exploded out of you, and Billy listened. He always listened, even when he didn’t get what the big deal was or how he was supposed to react.
Billy hummed again, his way of letting you know that you had all of his attention without interrupting you.
It certainly sounded frustrating.
“It isn’t a big deal. I think I’m just tired today, I have so much on my plate” you decided, a different kind of silence coming over the two of you as the man you loved juggled all of the new information you had given him.
On top of the usual pressure that came with Christmas time, Anvil’s annual seasonal party was right around the corner and he was sure that wasn’t helping.
It just felt like your calendar had been booked solid and it wasn’t slowing down, partially because it wasn’t.
You were essentially the first lady of his empire and Billy was under no illusions in that regard. He was well aware of how much you had given, and continued to give, to him and his company.
You were good at it, somehow handling and managing both his personal and private affairs with everything going off without a hitch. Most of the time it was fine, but on days like today, it got to you, and pretending like it didn’t wasn’t doing you any favors.
It was only fair that it get to you, and Billy would be lying if he said it didn’t bother him.
You deserved the best money could buy, and for the most part, he gave you that. The trouble was that he couldn’t control everything, and no matter how hard he tried, there were things that money couldn’t buy.
Like more hours in the day or fewer people crowded into your favorite department stores.
“It doesn’t matter now. I’m on my way, I’ll be home in twenty minutes” you allowed, looking forward to nothing more than crawling into your bed and never leaving.
Your words were final but not upset. You just sounded tired, and all things considered, Billy couldn’t blame you. Everything you’d done today made his cushy job seem like a cakewalk, and all he wanted now was for you to be able to decompress.
Thankfully, he knew just what do to.
“I’ll be waiting for you, sweetheart”
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“It’s just me” you called, your voice greeting your large appointment without a care. It had become more of a habit since you moved in with Billy than a necessity.
It helped him not to worry.
Not that it was necessary today. Billy knew you were home as soon as you opened the door.
Even if he hadn’t been awaiting your arrival from the moment he came through the door himself, he couldn’t have missed the way you opened and then subsequently slammed the front door.
Just like he couldn’t have missed the way your bags and keys hit the table so loudly they may have actually dented it.
“There’s my girl” Billy cooed, rounding the corner quickly and immediately enveloping you in a big bear hug, so tight that on any other day, it might have suffocated you.
After the shit show you’d been through today though, it couldn’t have been more welcome.
“I’m sorry you had a bad day,” he whispered, his words muffled into your neck due to the close proximity of your bodies, “But I have a surprise for you that might make it a little better”
“I’m not really in the mood for surprises Bill. I still have bags to get from the car” you groaned back, only imagining what it could be.
Knowing Billy, it could have been anything, and after the day you’d had, the only thing you wanted to do was curl up in a little ball under those expensive sheets he’d insisted on and go to sleep.
Hopefully, tomorrow would be better.
“Sure you are, come on. You’re gonna love it” he assured, not hearing your rejection for a second, and also not surprising you one bit.
You knew Billy pretty well, after all the years you’d spent together, and that meant that you knew you weren’t going to be able to get out of this one.
He was relentless in that way.
Sometimes it was one of his best qualities, and sometimes it was one of his worst.
It really depended on the day.
On a typical day, you would have played along and welcomed that determination of his that had built your life together, but today, all you wanted was to rest. After you got the bags brought into the house and the gifts within sorted, of course.
“Billy, I just want to go to bed”
Your words came out as a drawn-out whine, one that was meant to be convincing, but neither of you really paid it any mind as you shuffled your feet lazily toward your bedroom, letting the man you loved drag you by the hand.
Billy chuckled, considering you as he so often did, with a lazy smile on his handsome face, “You can go to bed as soon as you see your surprise”
Resistance was futile.
“Fine”
You didn’t speak again until you and Billy came to rest in front of your en suite bathroom, staring at what promised to be the most decadent bath of your life.
He really had pulled out all the stops.
Which, as soon as you registered the sight in front of you, made everything click into place. This was why Billy was so adamant about you seeing this, and why he seemed so tickled with himself for putting it together.
This was what he was good at.
Words had a bad habit of falling short for him, and getting all jumbled up in the way from his brain to his mouth, at least where you were concerned, but actions didn’t.
He could always show you just how much you meant to him.
“What is all this?”
Your voice was tired, even to your own ears, and betrayed just how worn out you were but Billy wasn’t phased by it.
If anything, he looked even more proud of himself because he’d been right.
He’d read the situation correctly, and that was going to make the surprise he’d cooked up that much sweeter.
“I figured after the day you had, you’d like to relax” your lover shrugged, finding a shred of humility deep within him as if he hadn’t perfectly crafted this to get a reaction out of you.
To get you to love him even more than you already did if that was even possible.
Not that you cared.
Staring down at the welcoming water, steaming rolling off of it in waves and smelling like french lavender, your heart was hammering in your chest, and there were butterflies in your stomach that hadn’t been there in a really long time.
“Well that was very thoughtful” you decided, having made the man at your side wait for your reaction long enough. There was a small grin on your face as you looked him over, more in love than you’d ever been in your life.
He really was perfect.
As hard as life could be, and as stressful as everything often was, there wasn’t a single moment that you doubted your feelings for Billy.
Within a second, that smirk was back on his face, “What can I say? I am super thoughtful”
You laughed at that, finally allowing yourself to wallow in that peace you were only able to find when you were with Billy.
Chaotic shopping centers and office parties be damned.
It was easy to get caught up in all the stress of the season, and always feeling like you weren’t doing enough or should be doing more.
Perhaps it was simpler than that.
Billy certainly seemed to think that it was.
“Yeah, I know you are. The only question is whether or not you’re planning on enjoying this surprise with me?” you cooed, the bathtub beckoning more and more as the seconds ticked by and you let the anxiety melt away.
You were home, and everything was okay. Not only that, but the presents were bought and the caterers paid, and everything was handled as much as it could be.
All that was left for you to do was wrap what you’d already bought and enjoy the holiday, starting with a nice relaxing bath, with the man you loved by your side.
…or at your back, if that was what he preferred.
“That was the plan, sweetheart” Billy allowed, still preening like a cat with the knowledge that he’d done well by you. “Good, because I see candles and wine and you know how much I love both of those things”
The words fell absently from your lips as praise more than anything, as you focused more on stripping yourself of your clothes, with only one goal in mind.
Getting into that water.
All thought of sleep had left you by this point, and thankfully, your lover seemed to share the same thought because, within a matter of moments, you were both sinking beneath the near-scalding surface.
It was incredible.
The heat of the water was doing wonders for your tense muscles and given the consuming scent of lavender in the air, Billy had gotten into the bath salts you kept for special occasions.
“So what do you think? Did I do good?” Billy questioned, pouring you a heavy glass of wine, and polishing off his own.
It was an expensive bottle, just like all the others he had in the apartment, but he didn’t bother to point that out or worry about it.
Billy had always made sure you had the nicest things, and that was one thing that was never going to stop. As long as he was in your life, more so now than ever before, he was going to make sure you had everything you needed.
Starting with making a mental note to hire someone to do the holiday shopping next year.
It might not have been the most romantic of his gestures, but given when this whole day had done to your nerves, he figured it couldn’t hurt. Besides, the romantic stuff wasn’t Billy’s strong suit anyway.
He just tried his best for you.
“I know this stuff with the Christmas party is stressing you out, but I wanted you to know that I appreciate everything you do for me, even though I’m a pain in your ass” Billy tried, his hands warmed from the water and skimming over your shoulders.
You sighed again, this time letting all the weight of the day melt off of you and into the warm water in the tub, more content than you’d been in a long time.
This really was what you needed.
You nodded, letting your body rest completely against the side of the tub, the cold porcelain a nice contrast to the water surrounding you, “You are a pain in the ass,” you grinned, taking a long sip from your glass before continuing.
“But you did amazing! This is amazing, and so are you”
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*MASTERLIST* 🔮
Padawan JieJie, formerly known as "l-l-c-m-w-b" or "nota-woman-ima-god", REPOSTED THIS FROM HERE bcs the links didn't work anymore
Author's fav: 💜
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STAR WARS:
Attachment - Y/N and Anakin, young padawans, are supposed to be looking after Senator Amidala on Naboo but they seem to be interested more in other things…
Long Time No See - Requested, Vader x reader
Tonight - You are Anakin’s wife and you and your husband are enjoying a moment of peace but Obi-Wan ruins it and it goes on with Padmé the other day…
Lovely - You and Anakin have been dating for a while and you two have a conversation about how Ahsoka sort of became your adoptive daughter…
💜 My Choice Series COMPLETED - You are Anakin’s twin sister and Mace Windu’s apprentice with a forbidden kind of interest in Master Kenobi that does not go well…
PART 1 | PART 2 | PART 3
💜 Almost - Let’s just pretend that Reylo isn’t happening and here you are getting lectures from Kylo only to fall in love with him and the ending takes place after The Rise of Skywalker where the bad shit magically handled itself and our fav depressed boy is coming back home…
Just Yours - Set between TLJ and TRoS where Supreme leader Kylo Ren decided to take you as his apprentice and you always seem to somehow injure yourself on missions and Kylo is not found of it…
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THE MARAUDERS:
Let It Go series (unfinished and it shall stay that way):
1. Just let it be | 2. So come on | 3. Why don’t you be you?
Relationships Are Difficult (2 parter COMPLETED)- Requested: young Sirius Black x reader
PART I. | PART II.
Runaway - Y/N is James’ twin sister and she was the first one who saw Sirius after he left home…
Lover - Loosely based on a song by Taylor Swift
Chocolate - You’re nervous about the OWL’s and Remus gave you some of his chocolate…
How long will this last? - Requested: Remus Lupin x plus!size!reader
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MARVEL:
Y/N Strange - Loki have met you while he was attacking the NY and weren’t able to kill you, so he basically kidnapped you and the two of you fell in love, but then he was stopped and now he’s found you again, but what he doesn’t know is that you are actually a niece of Dr. Strange…
What happened? - You thought Loki died, but he didn’t...
PART 1 | PART 2
From Now 'Til Forever - Requested: Loki x Enchantress!Reader
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BUCKY:
You saved me - Steve’s gone to save the other Avengers and you stayed in Wakanda with Bucky so he wouldn’t be there alone…
Sunset - Just a fluffy little thingy with warm Bucky…
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DEVIL MAY CRY:
V:
V’s Affection - You and Nero have to kick some demon ass while V’s doing what he’s doing…
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VIKINGS:
ALFRED:
Morning - Waking up in the arms of your beloved one…
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BILLY RUSSO:
Different -Billy has never loved a girl the way he has fallen for the reader. But he has made a lot of chaos and he doesn’t want her to get hurt…
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i got lazy towards the end and so you don't get the "fancy font names" but i mean... the ones that didn't i don't really care for anyway so eh 🤷♀️
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And the snakes start to sing
A/N: Okay, so my anxiety since this entire Covid-19 situation came to light has been...pretty deteriorating to say the least. It’s funny(which it’s really not),The only thing I can think might help is to dig back deep into my writing. I really want to live in the fantasy worlds I can create in my head right now. So I will.
Warnings: Some angst(it is during the Marauders era), cursing, SMUT, and I feel like I should add this here- I wrote this as self therapy so this reader insert def has some specific looks and traits, if that bothers you I understand, but also I warned you so...
Summary: Sirius Black and Y/N steal a tender moment in the middle of the war. Marauders Era. Young Sirius Black(Ben Barnes) x Plus Size Reader
The way you slam your body into mine reminds me that I’m alive,
But monsters are always hungry darling- and they're only a few steps behind you.
Finding the flaw,
The Poor weld,
The place where we weren't quite stitched up right- Richard Silken
Part l
Adrenaline is a hell of a drug.
You mull on that fact as you sit in the driver's seat of the muggle car, gripping the wheel, skin pulled tight across your knuckles. You’re shaking - vibrating from deep in your core with so much velocity that it makes your teeth chatter. Your muscles ache as you try to regain control of your body, of your breathing- the only thing keeping you from completely crumbling is the focus that you have on the road in front of you-
Even then you don't really see the asphalt, dimly lit by street lamps that seemed to be few and far between the further you drove.
All you can see is that alley.
Dark, dank and frigidly cold, the death eaters that weren't supposed to be there, but who had seemed to show up in puffs of smoke. In three’s- and then four.
Five.
Six.
You hadn’t been able to keep count.
Faster than you, James and Mad Eye could take on.
For a moment, everything had been lightning speed. Time passed fast, in a blur. Blood and screaming. Spells, violent spells that you’d never uttered before thrown left and right, by both sides.
You'd watched bright green flashes pass by like shooting stars, almost grazing you. Illuminating the corridor in razor sharp rays.
So close that you could taste them.
Death tastes acidic. Bitter. Fizzles on your tongue and sticks to the back of your throat.
You still swallow around it even now, hours later, as you drive.
You’d forgotten how much you hate muggle travel. You’d much prefer to apparate, but James is in no state. He sits beside you, slumped in the passenger seat, clutching his side and wincing at every bump. Having grown up with his pure blood parents, there's no way he could have driven anyway, didn't know how. Perfect Potter isn't capable of everything, turns out.
That's fine, you’d assured him. You needed to be able to focus on something before the very little part of your brain that was still loosely wound, unraveled.
You hadn't shared that part, but you think he knows.
The radio crackles and a muggle band plays lowly.
The car makes its way down the long winding roads in silence. Shock settling over the two of you like a heavy blanket. There’s nothing that can be said- no words that could describe the ice that still ran through your veins or that could balm what had happened.
When you hit a particularly nasty pothole, cajoling the car roughly he hisses through his clenched teeth.
“Sorry’, fuck, I’m sorry” You apologize, righting the wheel in a tight jerk to the right, pressing on the brake. “Are you okay? Still bleeding?”
He’s damn lucky that that Confringo charm hadn't caught him directly, but still. When he’d flown into that brick wall, he’d done it with a bone crunching thud. You knew a few of his ribs were broken, his skin rubbed raw and cut open.
“M’fine. Moody did what he could- stopped the bleeding. I think. It stings like a son’va bitch though” James sounds tired, gravely. Voice void of that usual mirth it carried- his chestnut skin pale, clammy. “Drive faster- hopefully Dorcas is already back”
He’s right, Dorcas has healing hands. She’d whip up an ointment, utter an incantation, and he’d be good as new. You step down on the accelerator, foot heavy and mind eager to get somewhere that feels safe, even the trees you pass by feel like they’re watching you, waiting to leap at any turn.
Would you ever feel safe again? After looking into those eyes, seeing that face-
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The ride takes hours,
Your mind zones to dark places,
The two of you reach the current makeshift safe house.
———
Protective charms line it heavily, Dumbledor himself had drawn them
To the naked eye, you pull up onto what looks like an old decrepit factory in a row of old decrepit factories- all concrete and broken glass windows. Gritty rust covered metal high beams and caved in ceilings, the tires crunch on the gravel out front- you can barely put the car in park before you’re overcome by a sea of red-
Red hair, soft hands. Vivid green eyes.
Lilly comes bounding out, long legs propelling her forward fast.
“Y/N!” She shrieks as you climb out, you don't blame her for how she runs to James' side of the car. He looks far worse than you do, you think. But then again you haven't seen your reflection because the glance over she gives you is horrified.
“I’m okay, just get James! Lets get him inside” You hurry, your legs feel heavy as you meet her on the other side of the car.
It’s begun snowing again, fat flurries falling from the inky night sky, cold enough to start the shaking again. Your hands are uncoordinated paws, good for nothing and yet you help Lily, take one of James arms around your own shoulder as she takes the other, the two of you supporting him - dragging him towards the entrance.
“Gideon! Go find Dorcas!” She yells for one of the fiery headed Prewet twins who are spilling out of the building. Merlin, they look similar- she could be their kin. “Mad Eye was able to send us word about what happened in London! We’ve been waiting for you! I’ve been so scared- thank bloody God you two are even alive”
“We’re okay-“ you start, trying to calm your friend down. She seemed like she was two seconds away from blowing a fuse and well- you were one of the few who knew about her condition. You weren’t so sure complete emotional breakdowns were good for developing fetus’.
“Only because Y/N. She saved my life. She saved us all back there” James is barely conscious and defining not coherent.
You hadn’t saved, you’d killed. Innocent people included.
Lily is staring at you past James' bowed head and you can’t see her eyes.
Not when James is dragged in and whisked away by Dorcas who is already whisking something in a bowl, her braids piled atop her head and her deep eyes worried- yet sage. Calm, as she calls to you from over her shoulder. “That gash on your forehead is nasty! I’ll get to you next”
You hear them laying James down on the makeshift kitchen table and for some reason your feet are frozen in place. You can’t follow. Don’t care to see the chunk that was taken out of him back in the alley.
In the alley. In the snow; cold and frigid. Voldemort had appeared from the shadows and raised his wand high and you knew you were going to die, even though you weren’t ready to. Didn’t want to-
“Y/N” you raise your eyes-your mint and her emerald meeting somewhere in the middle. Lily’s are worried, the almond shape exaggerated.
You wonder if yours convey how far away you feel. How close you are to drifting right out of your body and floating up- somewhere quiet.
Because everything was too loud now- everyone bustling in and around you. Emaline Vance, Sturgis Podmore, Frank Longbottom- where was Marlene? And Sirius?
Had the night been as bloody and brutal for them as it had for you?
“Go” you croak at her “Go with him, Lil. Mending bones hurts like hell- I’ll just- I just need to-“
She looks torn, and you imagine she is. Her best friend is quite obviously on the verge of a panic attack and her fiancé is bleeding out on the kitchen table.
“Go” you insist once more, squeezing her forearm through her maroon cardigan, trying to encourage her.
You don’t inculpate her for James taking precedence, she all but peels herself away from your side to go sit next to him, to grasp at his hand as Dorcas covers his wounds in dittany and he grunts loud and pained.
You stumble backwards, not wanting to see anymore blood for the moment.
Maybe ever.
No, focus.
You force your brain not to check out yet as you limp back into the open space that seems to be slowly but surely filling up with other members of The Order.
People talk over each other and it's hard to get anyone to answer your questions.
When Remus, Shacklebolt and Peter walk into the fort, all looking disheveled but uninjured- you finally start getting somewhere.
Peter’s speech is fast and broken and nervous- you keep telling him to slow down. You can't manage to understand what he's saying.
“Fuck, Peter! Merlin just shut up- shut up for two seconds. Remus, what happened?”
Edgar Bones and his family were killed, but everyone else was still intact- just scattered. Trying to find their way back home, back to headquarters or any local safe house.
You gape at Remus, as he tells you the news. His voice is sturdy even though he looks like he might keel over at any moment, which is why you’d always sought him out, since you were kids. Remus was in a constant state of suffering, and yet he was nearly always the most clear headed person in the room.
His eyes though- they always did betray him. You can see it in the amber iris. The horror. The sorrow. The fear.
Edgar Bones was dead.
Edgar, and his husband, and his two children- he’d show them to you once. Opened the silver locket that was ever presently around his neck and two smiling waving dark haired cherub cheeked kids waved back from the photos inside.
Bile rises in your throat and you stare up at Remus, still just trying to process it all. His mouth is still moving and is certainly forming words, but the loud whomping in your ears keeps you from hearing them.
You’re all going to die, the thought is sharp and ragged and cuts up your brain.
“Oh”, is all you can manage. It’s a whisper, the most you can force. Remus reaches for you and you easily avoid his big scarred hand, stepping away from it before it can land on your arm.
You choose to ignore the hurt look that flashes briefly on his face.
Kingsley Shacklebolt starts listing off the known locations of other members then. Dumbledor is delivering the news to the Bones, Feniwick is held up at Hogwarts- there had been an attack in Hogsmeade. Four Muggle borns had been killed in the street. Sirius and Marlene along with Alice Longbottom have made fort at the McKinnon’s cabin, a known safe house, stuck for the moment as most are.
“Mad Eye’s gone to rally with Aberforth. I think they’re trying to track the Lestranges- that’s w-who ambushed us tonight”
By the look they give you, you know they know those aren't the only people who you’d crossed wands with.
“You know who is on the move, we heard it- he’s angry cause’ of what happened back in London. What did happen? Is James okay?” Peter questions and you really do feel bad for snapping at him, for telling him to shut up. He's just scared, for himself and for his friends.
You know how much Peter cared about James.
“He’s fine, he’s in the kitchen getting mended by Dorcas- Lily’s with him”
The rest of it, the story that everyone seems so eager to hear, you hold back. Tight lipped, chest heavy. The stout blonde man looks like he wants to ask more, go forward, but he just nods and scurries into the kitchen.
That’s fine. James’ll relay it all to his friends, to the Order.
And everyone will know just what you did.
Your stomach rolls threateningly.
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Adrenaline is a hell of a drug.
First- you soar on it. It carries you through, you can’t feel pain or time as it curses through your bloodstream. But then,then, after your body’s flight or fight checks off, it makes you crash. You stumble down from the high- pain throbbing and world going molasses slow. Your stomach churns and your head pounds from the whiplash like stop.
You empty what feels like your soul into the porcelain toilet of a spare bathroom that you’d barley found before you started spewing. It’s violent, your whole body convulses with every gag, and it seems to go on for an eternity even though you can’t even remember what and when you’d last eaten.
You choke on bile a bit before you stumble over to the sink, turning on the creaky faucet and putting your mouth right in the stream.
You’d been able to stand the questioning and the looks and the pricing for just about a half an hour before that familiar wave of anxiety that you’d managed to keep at bay overwhelmed you and sent you running.
A breakdown was very much due. You’d rather no one bare witness to it.
Not even Lily who’s threatened to plow down the door at least twice now.
When you connect eyes with yourself in the mirror you almost look away. The reflection that stares back at you is alien. The woman feels so far away- that you raise a shaky hand, touching the glass. Trying to convince yourself that it’s real.
That you’re real.
There’s blood, mostly dried, that has run into your eye from the cut in your hair line that’s really more of a sloppy open bruise and you rinse it off, scrubbing with your fingers til’ it hurts. The blood won’t come off, your hands stained red. Blood everywhere. Your blood. James blood. That Death Eater’s. Those muggles that had just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time-
Your breath goes choppy again, sobbing on air as you think about it. You just need the red to be gone, you’ll feel better once it’s gone.
In the corner of the mirror, you side eye the shower behind you.
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Part ll
The rooms in this place remind you of the girls dormitories back at Hogwarts.
Or maybe you just miss the girls dormitories back at Hogwarts.
You bet it’s the latter, because the only thing similar is the fact that there’s a row of beds. There’s no Lily laughing, or Marlene painting, or Mary dancing. All of those things feel so distant now, memories that you never thought to cherish but that you now hold on to with claw like ferocity.
You’d do anything to be fifteen again, cooped up in the castle on a sunny afternoon.
Instead you stand in the middle of a drafty room, your skin raw and flushed from the blistering temperature of the shower, the ends of your curly hair dripping down your back as you clutch the towel that someone (Lily) had left outside the bathroom door to your body.
You sit down on the bed where your nap sack had been dumped- the extender charm you’d put on it had been a bitch to get right, but you're grateful for it as you dig around it’s never ending contents- able to find a clean cream colored sweater and leggings.
You're shimmying the clinging black fabric up your thighs when there's a knock at the door.
You sigh. You can’t keep putting her off. You’re being a shitty friend when she’s trying to be a good one, and you know it.
“Come in, Lily. I’m dressed” You call, back to the door as you drag the towel over and through your hair, frowning at the curly untamed state, before beginning to twist it into some semblance of a bun.
“Actually, not to disappoint you but it’s just me”
The voice is deep, silken. Familiar. Distinctly masculine, and definitely not Lily’s.
You turn fast, and hopeful. Your eyes wide when they land on the tall figure that looms in the doorway.
“And I was hoping you wouldn't be dressed”
Sirius stands there, his slate eyes combing over you, a small grin tugging at the left side of his mouth. He looks a little tired- the fine lined wrinkles on the outer corner of his eyes and the bags under them both deep, pronounced. He obviously hasn't shaved since you’d last seen him, weeks ago. What had been a shadow was now dark scruff. His hair is scraped away from his face, tied in it’s usual knot at the back of his neck and he’s donning his signature worn leather jacket. He looks so familiar that it almost brings tears to your eyes. Standing there, being crude and handsome and real.
You felt so foreign in your own skin that seeing him so solid is a relief that you can't quite explain. He’s a strong boulder, a rooted tree, that you can tether yourself to.
You want to tell him that. That you didn't realize how much you needed him until that moment. You kind of hate that realization because needing Sirius Black was stupid, so stupid.
“What are you doing here?” Is what comes out instead. Wrong, you always say the wrong thing when he’s around “I thought you we’re stuck at the Cabin”
He doesn't look offended, but he does look concerned, as he closes the door behind him. “I was. I was able to slip past them though.'' He shrugs, casually, as though he hadn't risked his life leaving the McKinnon’s.
He was always so blase about everything. It drove you absolutely bonkers.
“I’m taking it you did that on four legs?”
Ever since you’d learned about Sirius, James and Peter's Animagi sized secret, everything made sense. You knew they weren't lucky enough to get away with all that shit they had back in school. Definitely not smart enough, either.
He shrugs again and you bite the inside of your cheek hard as he sits down on the bed that you had claimed for the night as your own. He's so much taller then you that even sitting in this position, the two of you are almost eye level.
“I heard what happened, I wanted to make sure you guys were okay. Plus, once my cousin got her pound of flesh she took off- left Crabbe and McNair in the forest. Fucking idiots couldn't find their own noses in a mirror. There’s no IQ test for up and coming Death Eaters, is there?”
Of course he’d heard. You can't meet his gaze- that intense stare that he’s been giving you since he’d walked in. You don't know what to make of it, don't really know how it makes you feel.
But then again none of that was anything new. There was no label to slap onto what you and Sirius had started, onto what you felt for him. Marlene had accused the two of you being fuck buddies, but that wasnt it.
You’d have to have been friends before it for that to be accurate, which you weren't.
You weren't even sure that you were friends now.
All you knew is that you were glad to see him, even if that happiness was laced with confusion.
“I suppose not. Your cousin isn't the brightest bulb either. She’s just cunty enough to be through most of the time” You’ve always despised Bellatrix Black- ah, no, she’s a Lestrange now isn't she? Figures she’d marry one of those fucked up inbred brothers. Trash congregates with trash.
“True. She always was committed to being cruel”
“She needs lend some of that commitment to brushing her hair regularly”
Sirius snorts, shaking his head a bit. You’re good, so fucking good at deflecting “You know Dorcas is still looking for you. She wants to check out your head”
“It’s a shallow cut, I’m fine” sounds hollow even to your ears and his small scoff is honestly what you would've given him if the roles were reversed. “I am” you start stronger, trying, really trying “I’m just...tired. I’m rubbish at combative spells- I know you remember me in D.A.D.A. I could barely pass my Newt. It took a lot out of me, is all”
Sirius lets you ramble, which is a nicety for him because you can see that he’s fighting himself from cutting you off. Sirius doesn't take bullshit, can't stomach it.
“You went head to head with Voldemort tonight and you’re trying to tell me that you’re ‘rubbish at combative’ spells? What the fuck, Y/N?” He says bluntly, grabbing you by your wrists as you try to back away, holding you steady, not letting you run away. “It’s just me. Talk to me”
The vulnerability you feel in that moment is only just weighed out by your stubbornness as you stare right back at him, teeth clenched, unwilling to break that eye contact. He was calling you out, almost challenging you.
“What do you mean what the fuck? You what the fuck, Sirius! I don’t know what you want me to say-” You’re defensive, your hackles are raised and your voice is razor sharp.
“What happened?”
“Oh, bugger off. Don't act like you didn't talk to James before you came up here. You know exactly what happened”
“I want you to tell me what happened- no, don't look at me like that. I’m not the others, I’m not- I’ve told you everything. All the ugly that I’ve seen, that I’ve done. I would never judge you, and what you were forced to do tonight? That’s not something that anyone is going to judge you on” His voice is too soft, it doesn't match the strong grip of his long fingers around your wrist.
Doesn’t match the rough way he usually fucks you or the lukewarm looks he gives you when the two of you are in public.
You tug on his hold, if only to make sure he won't let go.
He doesn't.
Tethered, your brain again supplies that word for the feeling of security he gives you.
“I killed three people tonight, I think. I don't know- it was all so fast, everything happened so fast. We were just supposed to be gaining intel, you know? And then out of nowhere they were swarming us, Sirius. Blocking is in. James got hit right before Voldemort apparated in and I- I knew we were going to die. So I- I just blew everything up” Tears are rolling down your face as you recount the events. You don't know how to describe to him how cold it was, how scared you were. You’d never experienced fear like that “I didn't have control of that spell, I’d read about it, but I had no idea that it was going to…”
The fucked up part is that you knew it might. You knew that it could incinerate everyone and everything. Including you and James and Moody. But in that moment...that desperation you felt out weighed it all.
“Hey, hey look at me- we’ve all been there. You did what you had to do. You dont think we all throw out spells that we have no fucking idea how to use In the heat of the moment?” You didn't realize that you’d said that last part aloud, but confessing to Sirius had gotten all too easy these last few months.
He made your lips loose, lowered all your inhibitions without your permission. You hated him for it. Craved him every moment that he wasn't around for it.
This war was turning you to stone. Cold and rigid, but You didn't feel like you had to be marble hard when he was around.
“I could've killed us all. I killed those muggles- fuck. They didn't know- they didn't do anything” You’re sobbing again, soft underbelly exposed. He could gut you right now if he wanted to. “They were innocent”
“Shh, C’mere” He pulls you in between his spread legs, lets go of your wrists in order to envelope you in his gangly arms, to squeeze at your thick waist and shoulders as he holds you. “You didn't kill them, Y/N. James said it was the counter curse that Voldemort used that hit them- think about the positioning. They were on the same side of the alley that you were- crossing that street, they got hit with a curse that was meant for you”
You shake your head, burying your face in the soft thin skin of his neck because he’s wrong. You know he is. James was out of it, pain clouding his senses. You knew what you did.
Sirius doesn't argue it further, just lets you cling to him. Allows your cries, ugly and snotty, to shake you both.
He lets you get it all out- until you're hiccuping on the last of your tears. You're completely slumped against him, pretty much sitting in his lap as he supports all of your weight. You’d be more self conscious in that moment if you had any energy left to be.
“It was so horrible. There were...pieces of people. Everywhere” You shudder because you can still see it. Like you're still there.
Sirius’ arms tighten at that, squeezing you to him for a minute. A hug within a hug,
“There are casualties in war...it sounds fucked up, and it doesn't make any of what happened tonight better, but it is what it is”
He’s not nice, not really. He gives you the hard truth that you don't want to swallow. They aren't the pretty words that you want, but they are what you need.
War is ugly, and up until tonight, you’d been willingly ignorant to that fact. You’d heard the horror stories of what Voldemort and the death eaters had done, and were doing, but you'd never experienced any of it first hand.
Seeing changed everything.
No one, from either side would come out of this clean. Everyone and everything would be blood stained, tainted.
It’s a heavy realization, that the world you were fight for would never be the same.
You pull away from Sirius then, grabbing his hand and losing your fingers with yours when he goes to grab, to keep you close. He watches, dark brows pulled together, as you lie down on the lumpy old bed, head resting on the singular flat pillow.
“Lay with me? Please?” You give his hand a tug, tac on that pretty please at the end.
Like it’s necessary.
Like he wasn't planning on staying since the moment he’d walked through that door- you could have thrown a fit. Hit him, hexed him, and he still wouldn't have left you. “I’m so tired”
He stands from the bed and you make a small hurt little sound.
“I’m not going anywhere, hush” He smiles, canine grin and crinkled nose as he sheds his leather jacket, combat boots and scratchy dark jeans coming off next, leaving him in a long sleeved t-shirt and a pair of threadbare black boxers that had seen better days and definitely were sporting a hole or two.
“Lumos Nox” with a flick of his wand, the lights in the room go out.
The bed really wasn't big enough for two people, but you made due. Sirius all but laid his entire long lean body on top of yours, acting as a sort of human blanket.
“Oof, bloody hell, Sirius!” you tease, squirming under him for a minute but loving every inch of him pressed down on top of you. You felt secure, safe. So different then you had in the car when you’d wondered if you’d ever feel this way again. You twine your arms around him, giving him the room to nuzzle his face into your bosom, nosing at the soft fabric of your sweater as your fingers bury themselves in his thick onyx hair.
He’s all but purring as you scrape your nails against his scalp. He’s not really a big scary dog at all, no. He’s more pussycat than anything.
The silence is peaceful, his head rests on your chest and everything smells like him. Sandalwood and cigarette smoke, and something sweet that you could never quite put your finger on. Dark and sensual and overwhelming. It always sticks to your clothes, after nights like this. You know you'll smell him in your hair for days.
Sometimes it’s still mind boggling that this is where the two of you had ended up. That you got to have him like this. You remember the days that you would pine for him, years one through four at Hogwarts had been hard on your fragile little heart. Too young to fully understand that boys like Sirius didn't look twice at girls like you.
And he hadn't.
The girls he dated, and Merlin was there a slew of them, had been beautiful in a way that you just...weren't. You’d never have a thin nose or mile long legs. And so you dropped the torch you carried for him, let the flame die out until all that was left were low simmering, angry, embers. Because fuck Sirius Black for not wanting you.
Even now, you wonder if he really does.
Want you.
Yes, the two of you had shown each other your bleeding hearts, had let each other see the dark, odd, ugly puzzle pieces that didn't quite fit into the persona’s you publicly displayed...but you wonder all the time if it wasn't just...trauma bonding.
Clinging to the only available warmth during a blizzard, trying to find someone to weather the storm with.
Without this war, without the two of you being forced together by the horrible things that were being done, that you were doing, would there even be anything there? The two of you weren't James and Lily, weren't destined to be together, to get married and live happily ever after. Your love, if that's what it was at all, wouldn't survive the war like theirs would.
“Your going to hurt yourself” Sirius’ words are muffled as he speaks them into your sweater.
“Huh?”
“You’re thinking too hard. I can practically hear the muscles straining in your brain Y/L/N” You tug on his locks at his statement, lightly enough to not cause pain- even though you knew now that he liked that.
“It’s nothing” you insist.
The last 24 hours has been hard enough, you aren’t about to fuck them up further by questioning feelings, stirring up the inevitable end of this...thing.
“”It’s something” he’s an insistent pushy tosser.
“I’m just wondering why you came back tonight, is all” you try to keep a casual cadence to your tone, but still.
Sirius props his chin on your chest. The room is dark enough that you can’t see him, but you can feel him studying you “When I heard about what happened and then found out that it was you and James that’d been there...I knew I had to find a way to get here. The two of you-“
There’s a long gap of silence. You wonder if he can hear your heartbeat hummingbird fast in your chest as you wait for him to continue.
“- Are my best friends. I don’t know what I’d do if I lost one of you. And then I hear that I almost lost both of you at the same time? It was fucked. I don’t know what I would’ve done if...I’d things would’ve gone differently”
You know this is hard for him.
Sirius is just about the most emotional person you’ve ever met- he feels everything so intensely, it’s alarming really. And yet he can’t ever voice those feelings in a way that’s not screaming or drunken declarations.
His parents had really done a number on him.
“We’re friends?” Your question might sound stupid, but really, you were curious. You never thought he wanted you as a friend.
“Blimey, Y/N, are you serious?” He sits up even further, voice laced with disbelief as he rests his elbows on either side of your head, his face hovering above yours now.
“I’m just asking! I never knew, and you’ve never said. Don’t be a dickhead about it” Is your barbed reply.
He lets out a barking laugh and you can’t tell if he’s annoyed or amused. Probably some mixture of the two.
“I told you about my father breaking my fingers when I refused to learn the piano” He sounds...guarded. You hate it, that you caused that. His guard to go back up. You should’ve kept your big mouth shut. Your right hand planes up and across his biceps. Resting on his shoulder.
“I know. I’m sorry”
“Don’t be sorry, just know that I would never tell that to someone that I didn’t consider a friend. That I didn’t care about”
See? Emotional. So emotional. It’s like it bubbles up within him, always threatening to overflow. You could never guess when the next outburst would be.
“Well that’s good, I guess I consider you a friend too. I never did before, when we were kids, but now I don’t know what I would do...without your friendship”
Friendship is a deceitful word, a mask of something else that was far too big for either of you to attempt to tackle.
“I don’t know what I’d do without your friendship either. I never want to find out. I really did lose it a bit when I heard about what you did. Ask Marlene. She said I was overreacting”
This is a confession- it’s I love you without the strings. It’s I need you without the commitment.
It’s not fair, to either of you and it’s messy and doomed.
But it’s beautiful, all the same.
“I bet you were” you give a watery chuckle, and he presses his forehead to yours, nudging your nose with his.
“Maybe just a bit, but if we would’ve lost you tonight, I would’ve-“ he breathes deep through his nose “I don’t know what I would’ve done. Hunted them all down, probably”
It’s hot, no, physically hot. You’re burning up, his words striking a match and lighting an inferno inside of you that’d laid dormant for years.
“You can’t leave me anytime soon, got it Y/L/N?” His mouth is less than an inch away from yours, his words feel feathery against your parted lips.
“Mmhmm, I’ve got it” you're breathless already, on the verge of whining and Sirius is just a man, only human. How is that not supposed to drive him mad
“Good” he grunts out fast, before slamming his mouth to yours. He’s not slow like he’d like to be, like he knows you deserve. His kisses are hungry and wet and consuming and you just part those pretty lips and whimper into his mouth, begging him to keep going. To keep taking, so he does. Bracketing his hands on either side of your face, using it as leverage to fuck his tongue in and out of your mouth as his skin hips slot between your fatty thighs.
You pant into each other's mouths as tongues explore the places behind teeth, and Sirius hips find a rhythm that matches his tongue.
“Fuck” you pull away with a gasp and Sirius just drags his spit wet mouth down, across your chin, down your neck. When he sucks an earlobe between his teeth you mewl, legs coming up, your feet propped against the back of his thighs as you pull him closer, nestling him even deeper into the center of your thighs.
He very much likes being between your legs, as he’s told you that very fact before.
It’s warm and you’re plush and soft all over, his fingers dig into the meat of your thighs, hips, belly as yours muse his hair, slipping the elastic out so that the tendrils fall freely, long enough now to curtain the two of you, brushing against your cheekbones.
It’s needier than it’s ever been, and when Sirius tugs off your sweater impatiently he literally groans as his hands map out your bare skin touching all the places that usually make you flinch. Rolls and stretch marks- it’s like he needs to feel everything. When he cups your large breasts, one in each palm you full body shiver. He paws at them, thumbing your nipples until they pebble under his touch, before his mouth takes over.
His tongue swirls around the hard buds sloppily. Too much spit, less teeth that usually are biting and sharp. He’s suckling, all over, marking you up, taking his time.
“Sirius, please” your whines are high in your throat and almost pitiful as you fist his hair. He hushes you gently, suckling turning to open mouthed kisses, before he pulls away, stripping his shirt off, in one elegant sweep.
His torso, long and lean- yet toned and sturdy is on display then and honestly you kind of want to turn the lights back on just to look at him for a while.
Usually, Sirius loves to tease. To draw things out at an almost painful pace. It’s maddening. But not tonight.
No, he’s helping you peel your leggings off your curvy calves, then stripping himself of his boxers quickly.
Things are different- somethings shifted. Everything feels all consuming, passionate, both of you are gulping for air as you rut against each other, rubbing and writing. Trying to press as much bare skin together as possible.
He presses two fingers inside of your wet cunt as he rubs his scruff against the sensitive skin of your neck and you keen, high and loud.
Instead of shushing you, he reaches blindly and clumsily for his wand. “Muffilato”
He really is a great multitasker- he manages to cast the silencing charm as he crooks his fingers inside of you, padding at your g spot and making you wail brokenly.
“That’s it, pretty. You can be as loud as you want, go on love” he coos in your ear and holy shit sex with Sirius has been good since it’s inception- but this is something else.
Maybe it’s because of what you’d experienced earlier- all of those negative emotions being combated by all of these good ones but fuck. It felt so good.
He fucks you with his fingers, two and then three and you’re sobbing even before he kisses down your body. Lips scorching and brandishing. When his hot wet tongue slithers between your lips, zeroing in on your clit you’re done for.
It’s embarrassing how little time it takes for your body to tense up, for you to clench around his pounding digits.
“S-s-shit- oh fuck! Sirius!” You grapple at his shoulders, yank at his hair as you convulse, lost to the orgasm that rips through your chest like a bullet.
He works you through it. With little licks, and then soothing words as he pulls his fingers out of you. Your legs fall even farther open and you feel like a well wrung out dish towel.
He’s still being so sweet, as he situates you both on your sides, spooning you from behind. He nuzzles at your still wet curls and really, you’re almost asleep at this point- but not so out of it that you’re unaware of him hard against your lower back.
“Sirius” you mumble, reaching behind you, your short chubby fingers wrapping around his cock. It’s so perfect in your hand- skin hot. Rock hard and velvet smooth.
He groans low at the contact, stills your hand with his “No, it’s okay. I just wanted to take care of you”
You frown at that, whining- and not a happy one “But I want you inside of me”
“You’re barely coherent right now- you’re gonna’ fall asleep any second” he counters back, although you can hear there’s little fight in his strained voice.
“So fuck me while I’m asleep. I want you. We can do it just like this, gonna feel so good” you’re exhausted, but you’ve never wanted anything more. You rub your ass against him, you can feel the tip at the top of your crack and he’s breathing raggedly into your hair.
“Fuck woman. You’re insane” It’s a laugh, or maybe a moan as he grabs the back of your knee, raising it, giving him access to the wet hot flesh between your thighs. He hisses as he guides himself inside of you, and you both sigh when he bottoms out.
Hells, this angle is so good. You get to be completely lazy, just laying there like a doll and taking it as he holds you close and pumps his hips.
The room is filled with wet slapping and breathless panting.
There’s no way you can come again so soon, you’d never been one of those multiple orgasm kind of girls- Sirius gives a strong thrust, the tip of his cock brushing your cervix and sending shockwaves down your tailbone.
Your nails dig into his forearm as you gasp. You’re totally going to come again. Everything is hypersensitive, molten fire, pleasure so bright it’s almost pain as you hold onto him.
“God- you feel so bloody amazing” Sirius’ mouth is right at your ear, you can hear how close he is, that stutter in his breathing “I’m not gonna last- I can’t- fuck. It’s too good”
“Come inside me. Please. I want- fuck I want you closer. Never want you to stop. Want you like this forever, Please” It’s your own words that tip you over the edge for the second time. Thinking about Sirius being close like this, forever. You want him, balls deep inside of you for the rest of your life. You’d never really had an orgasm that was completely internal, your neglected clit not responsible for the tightening of your walls, for the screech that leaves your throat.
Sirius curses, chokes on a loud moan, and then stills inside you. Grabbing you, holding you still as he buries himself to the hilt and empties himself in hot spirits into your womb.
He feels shaky and uncoordinated as he tries to regather himself. Merlins fucking beard- he’d never come that hard. Ever. He swears he’s still feeling the shock waves minutes later when he’s finally able to move.
He breathes in through his teeth and you let out a squeaky mewl as he pulls out.
“Sorry, I’m sorry” he kisses your shoulder soothingly.
Never want you to stop
The words that you’d spoke in the throws of your pleasure ring in his head as he manages to locate that towel you’d used earlier and clean both of you off. It’s half assed and you’d both certainly need to shower before you but back on clothes but at least he’d tried.
“You still awake?” He whispers to you because you’ve gone so still, your body loose and your breathing even.
You make a noncommittal sound, half of an ‘mmhmm’ and he chuckles, managing to get the blanket up and around the both of you before curling himself back around your body.
He’ll let you have the only pillow, that’s fine. You’re so plush and soft anyway. One big pillow, really. More comfortable than the expensive peacock feathers his mom used to fawn over when he was little.
You’re out like a light, and yet Sirius’ mind is going a mile a minute.
I want you closer
You’d almost died, less then twelve hours ago. James has told him how close it had been for both of you. How narrowly you’d escaped death's grasp.
Sirius presses his face onto your back, off centered from the nape of your neck. You smell like your shampoo here- blackberries and sweet lavender.
He had ran, lungs heaving and paws aching through the woods around the McKinnon Cabin. Desperation fueling him. He’d been so scared. The moment he’d been out of sight, he’d appirated to this safe house. He’d only been here once and could barely conjure the image in his head, but he’d still done it.
He could’ve gotten caught, he could’ve been splinched.
Even now, he doesn’t care.
He can pretend that it was out of concern for his best friend, and yeah a big part of it was. James was his brother. The only family he had left and seeing him to make sure he was safe and okay was important to Sirius…
But in the dark, with his arms wrapped around you and the smell of you all over him, he can admit that he’d snapped in a way that he never had before. When he’d heard that you’d been the one to lift your wand and fight, that Voldemort had thrown curses directly at you…
He was terrified.
Not much scared him these days- and that was the sad truth. He was brave to the point of recklessness, he’d always prided himself on that fact.
But the idea of losing you? That he was scared of.
Want you like this forever.
Please.
Another thing that Sirius Black was scared of? The fact that he wanted you forever, too. He wasn’t made for love, not the kind that he knew you wanted. Not the kind that he watched his friends partake in.
He’d let you down eventually, he knew it, and with as smart as you were, he knew you knew it too.
But not tonight.
Tonight he’d hold you, breathe you in, and pretend that there wasn’t a war waging in the world outside.
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Many years later, while he lay on the dirty stone floor of his Azkaban cell- he stares wordlessly at the ceiling and remembers how you smelled of lavender and blackberries. How you’d giggled like sunshine and fought like hell.
And he remembers, most, how much he loved you.
Alright guys! Thank you for taking the time to read this massive one shot! I hope you enjoyed it. As always I ask that you comment, and reblog if its possible. Love you all!
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Well, that was painful lol. I’ve been feeling really angsty with everything that’s been going on in the world- so I decided to lean into it. I will be writing some fluff pieces soon too, to cope with this quarantining, so keep an eye out.
Okay so we all have the time I thought I’d write a kind of long author's note down here. Harry Potter is my all time favorite Fandom(and fun fact, was the first fandom I ever wrote for) and I definitely don’t give it the love it deserves here on my page.
Sirius Black *chefs kiss while sobbing* That man taught me how to love. He was my first true male character love.
My Fan-Casting has always been a little different then everyone else’s, but lately I’ve really tightened up my dream cast and I love it so much so I thought I’d share(obvs, please feel free to imagine whoever you want in these roles):
Sirius Black: Okay this is probably the only casting I have that is like OG dawn of time Sirius fan cast. BEN BARNES IS SIRIUS BLACK. He always will be to me and nothing will ever change my mind. I imagine Ben with like some Harry Styles mannerisms when I write my Sirius.
James Potter: Chance Perdomo. James Potter was brown and that is that. Chance won me over as Ambrose in Sabrina. He’s so cheeky and thoughtful and arrogant and perfect.
Lily Evans(Potter): Sophie Skelton! This is actually a pretty popular cast for her which makes me so happy because Sophie is so perfect for Lily. I could never get behind the Karen Gillian wave. Sorry.
Remus Lupin: Daniel Sharman- I recently came across a post with Daniel as a young Remus and omg my life is changed for the better!
Peter Pettigrew: Okay so I feel like Peter is so hard to cast- but when I think of Rowling’s book desript of him I always come back to one actor. Jonah Hill. I feel like he would tear this part uppppp. Also he’s plus sized unlike all the other actors I always see people fc him with.
Marlene McKinnon: Okay so idk where this came from but I’ve always seen Marlene as Latina? Like always. Her fc has jumped around for me but has recently landed, hard, on Ana De Armas
Dorcas Meadows: Ashley Blaine Fearherson!!! Dorcas is cannonly black which I fucking love because she was so bad ass that Voldemort’s bitch ass had to go take her out himself. A queen. She’s always been a fave of mine
Alice Longbottom: Florence Pugh! She didn’t make much of an appearance in this particular one shot but I love her!
Frank Longbottom: So I know Nevilles like really white in the movies, but I’ve never been able to get over Diego Luna as Frank. Sweet sunshine man.
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Where The Heart Is
Billy Russo x Female Reader (mentions of being plus sized)
Warnings: Smut (18+), oral (f receiving), one spank, unprotected sex, body worship.
A/N: this entire fic was inspired by this one gif. Three seconds of Billy Russo and my brain churned this out. Enjoy.
You're half asleep when he gets home, breathing easily as you hear the door open, followed by the sound of him dropping his keys in the bowl near the front door.
You remain asleep as you hear the shower turn on, followed by a hiss as the water gets too hot for him. You smile dopily, listening to his little hums as he showers.
You only open your eyes when you feel the mattress shift on either side of your body. You peek up at him as his face comes into view.
"Hello Mr. Russo." You greet in a sleepy voice.
The warm glow of the bedside lamp catches on his naked skin. He smiles slowly.
"Mrs. Russo," He murmurs in a low voice. "Long day?"
You nod sleepily, raising your hand to cup his cheek, thumb circling his coarse beard.
"The longest." You say.
You tilt your chin upwards in silent request. He smiles and drops his head down to press his lips to yours.
His lips are so soft, pillowy and always ready to torment you. You kiss him slowly, responding as he turns his head this way and that to kiss you at every angle possible.
"Mmmm." You hum in approval, raising your head as he pulls back to keep your mouth attached to his.
His hand presses against your shoulder, and he pushes you back swiftly. Your head hits the pillows with a soft sound.
His mouth lifts into a wicked smile as he takes in your minimally dressed form.
"I tell you how pretty you are, Mrs Russo?"
You let out a little laugh.
"No sir," your words slur, "and I think I've forgotten."
His smile widens and he leans down again. You think he's going to kiss you, but his lips meet the corner of your mouth instead.
He kisses a bit lower, and lower again until he's trailing little warm kisses down the side of your neck. He groans in frustration when he reaches the collar of your shirt. He pushes the material up your body and over your head with your assistance.
You watch his tongue trail over his teeth in appreciation of your body.
"Fuckin' delicious." He praises.
His lips go back to their previous spot. Kissing and nibbling at your neck and chest. He places little kisses over your nipples and groans as he cups your breasts in his hands.
"Perfect fuckin' tits." He gasps, pressing his face into one of your breasts, and then the other. His tongue snakes out to lave over your stiffened nipple. You let out a high pitched whine at his teasing.
He lets out a breath of amusement at your little whimpers of frustration.
He kisses the underside of your breast, moving his way lower, placing a little bite to the softest spot of your tummy. You try to push him back in protest, but he barely moves.
He looks up at you, a little bit of humour glowing in his eyes.
"Mean." You scold him. Your hand moves to hide your stomach from his view. You weren't exactly confident with the way you looked, but having Billy Russo look at you the way he was looking at you right now definitely helped some.
"Don't hide from me, gorgeous. I love every inch of your body."
He kisses down your thigh.
"Thick and beautiful and made for me."
He looks up at you again with a little smile.
He tugs your panties down your legs, groaning as he catches a peek at the small damp spot in your undergarment.
"Spread your legs and show me your pussy."
You knew what he wanted to see, he'd trained you well after all. You take your time, pulling your knees to your chest. You grip the back of your thighs to hold them in place.
"Fuck." He hisses, a single finger grazing your clit gently, you gasp and throw your head back.
He lowers himself slowly, prolonging the torment for as long as he can. He knows you're growing impatient, he knows how exposed you feel, but you know that complaining or rushing him will only make him take longer.
He kisses your clit gently, applying only a little pressure, but you mewl anyway. You were always so responsive, always ready for him, and he loved that about you.
He kisses your pussy again, with more force.
"So good." He praises, but you don't respond.
He uses the very tip of his tongue next, trailing it from your clit, down to your entrance and back up again. The taste he gets of you distracts him from your little sounds of frustration.
He presses the flat of his tongue on your pussy, giving you a languid lick. It's a slippery slope from there. He buries his face into your pussy and he groans. He trails his tongue over your most sensitive parts, using his thumbs to spead your folds open, tasting every inch of you.
When he angles his head to flick his tongue sideways over your clit- you begin see stars.
You let out a cry of his name, begging with him not to stop.
He smiles, though you can't see it, and continues to flick his tongue over your clit.
"Please, Billy, please." You plead. His tongue working you to new heights.
He pulls away, and you gasp in air, your fingers gripping your thighs tightly. You knew, in the back of your mind, that it couldn't be that easy.
You lift your head to look at him.
He's already looking at you with his wicked smile.
"You're the worst. Y'know that?"
He kisses the back of your thigh, just below your hands. He trails lower, lips ghosting over your core to repeat the motion on the other leg.
"You love me." He counters.
You feel your heart pick up speed at his gentle tone.
"Maybe I do. Or maybe the only reason I married you is for your tongue."
He laughs, face pressed against your thigh. He looks up at you and smiles and you feel the air leave your body.
"Better remind you why you keep me around then."
And then his mouth is back on you, but his movements are slower, gentler. You feel the tip of his tongue float gently over your clit, speeding up a little before slowing down.
He stiffens the probing muscle and presses it into your entrance. You gasp at the semi satisfactory feeling of having him fuck you with his tongue. He moans loudly as your taste coats his appendage. He can't get enough, he wants more.
His movements turn feverish, his tongue tracing a swift path from your entrance to your folds.
You struggle to keep your grip on your legs, desperate and aching to cum all over his tongue.
One of your legs slip from your grasp and he catches it instantly, his warm hands pushing your thighs back so he can continue his expert motions.
Your hands cup his, trailing lower to scratch his shoulders and tug on his hair.
He moans into your pussy, pulling back for a second time to look at you.
You look down at him too, both of you unable to speak. He takes in your heaving chest, your red, bitten lips and the warm, hazy look in your eyes.
He doesn't look any better, mouth wet with your slick wetness, his eyes are half-lidded and dark, a blush spreading from the tips of his ears, over his cheeks and down his chest.
Neither of you can speak, but the words are there.
I'm yours.
He lowers his head again, this time determined to hear your broken cry of his name when you cum.
He holds nothing back, circling the tip of his tongue over your clit, tilting his head to the side to torment you at every angle possible.
You feel your toes curl involuntarily, your thighs shake and he knows your close.
He doesn't speed up, keeping his pace moderate so that you feel every trickle of pleasure as it builds up in your body.
He doesn't want to pull away, doesn't want to stop, but he urges you silently, to cum all over his tongue, like you were made to.
It tingles, starting from your core and working its way up your body. You can feel your skin become oversensitive as your pores raise. You pull his hair, pressing his head firmer against your body. You rut your hips a little, rubbing your pussy on his tongue.
It's his loud moan that triggers your orgasm, the reminder that he loves having his mouth in you is too intoxicating a thought to ignore. You arch your back, gasping out a stuttered moan as you cum around nothing.
"Billy!" You cry.
He delivers a few more lashes of his tongue to your pussy, helping you ride out your orgasm on his face.
When you come back to your senses you release the harsh grip on his hair.
"Sorry." You gasp, petting the top of his head in apology. He squeezes your thighs, letting them fall on either side of him.
He looks up at you, and you catch another one of his breathtaking smiles. He licks his lips and you feel butterflies swarm in your stomach. He's so freaking cute.
You sit up suddenly and he blinks in surprise. You grip the back of his neck and you pull his body upwards, pressing your lips to his as he gets close enough.
You push him onto his back, and straddles his hips.
You don't waste any time, lining him up with your entrance and slowly sinking down onto his cock.
You both gasp in unison, feeling complete and whole once again.
"So good baby," you gasp, "perfect fucking cock."
You lean down to meld your lips to his, circling your hips to increase your shared pleasure.
One hand sifts through the back of your head to hold you in place, the other squeezing your ass cheek roughly.
He growls against your lips and gives you a rough spank. He feels you clench around him in response.
"Love you so much." He grits out.
You moan and straighten your body, increasing the pace of your hips. Your fingers claw into his pecs and he groans in bliss.
"Gonna cum." He warns you.
You nod your head, feeling your orgasm slowly approaching as well.
"Hold it." You order.
He grunts, hands reaching up to feel your body, your stomach, breasts and back down to your thighs, gripping onto any inch of you he can get his hands on.
"Fuck!" You cry when his middle finger taps tenderly on your clit. You can't hold back, your eyes roll back in your head as you drench his cock.
He's comes loudly with you, hands painfully gripping your thighs though you can't really feel it at the moment. You feel his cock pulse inside you as you clench hard around him. The feeling of you squeezing him so tight knocks any sense from his head.
His chest is heaving, and you look at each other as you both come down from your high, unable to speak once again. You detach your body from his, crashing into the space beside him. He pulls you close and tucks your body against his.
He looks down at you, titling your chin up so he can place a hot kiss to your lips. You hum in approval.
"You probably don't need your ego larger than it already is, but damn, you give good head."
His laugh is contagious, and the next thing you know, you're both laughing together in bed. You marvel at the fact that he can still make your stomach flutter the way it did when you first met him.
He thinks almost the exact same thing.
~ Happy Monday ❤
#billy russo x reader#billy russo x female reader#the punisher#billy russo smut#my writings#ben barnes#billy russo#no beta i just die#mr&mrs russo
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Missy’s Writing Challenge
Missy’s 2500 Followers Writing Challenge!!
So yeah, I didn't expect to reach 2500 followers! What a crazy ride this has been. I want to thank every single one of my followers on my blog. You have been so patient with me as I’ve been struggling to write and finish some fics. Whether you follow me for my work or for my weekly reading lists I thank you. Without your support, I would have left Tumblr last year.
Rules:
You don’t have to follow me to participate, but if you want to you will make my day.
Reblog this post so others can join in.
You must be over 18 years old to participate
Send me an ASK with the Character, Troupe, or AU and Movie Quote that you want.
Mark all stories appropriately. (Fluff, Smut, Dark, Non/Con, etc)
Please no sad endings (Ex: death)
Must be a one-shot or new fic
Can be either reader insert or OFC
No incest, No underage, No pedo, No toilet/bathroom fics, No DDLG
Minimum words 500, No max, Please use the keep reading feature if it’s long
Only two authors on each quote. (If this fills up I will open it to 3 authors)
Due date: 9/30/21
All stories will be reblogged. I will add all stories to a Masterlist for easy access. Tag your fic as #Missy’s Writing Challenge and tag me in your notes. If I haven’t reblogged your work for a week Tumblr might have eaten the notification so please send me a message.
Marvel Characters:
Steve Rogers
Bucky Barnes
Sam Wilson
Wanda
Natasha
Tony
Loki
Thor
Pietro
Billy Russo
Brock Rumlow
Helmut Zemo
Non-Marvel Characters:
Ransom Drysdale
Ari Levinson
Frank Adler
Andy Barber
Curtis (Snowpiercer)
Frank (endings/beginnings)
Chris (Destroyer)
Charles Blackwood
Dean Winchester
General Kirigan (Darkling)
AU’s
Mob - (Zemo - @animnerd )
Biker
A/B/O
Cop/Detective
Firefighter - (Steve - @starbuckie )
Bartender (w/trope 1/Nat - @lovelyavengers ) & (Bucky - @dollslayer )
Royalty (w/trope 6/Steve - @ironlady1993 ) & (Bucky/trope 5 - @silver-pieces )
Vikings (Steve - @darkficsyouneveraskedfor )
Tropes:
Enemies (to friends) to lovers (Steve - @babymango-writes)
Sex pollen - (Bucky- @gogolucky13 ) & (Ransom - @onlyjamesbarnes )
First Time
Annoying Neighbor
Love at first sight
Evil Twin
Hate Sex (Bucky - @buckyswillow )
Opposites Attract - (Ransom - @drabblewithfrannybarnes )
Movie Quotes:
Don’t do anything stupid until I come back. / How can I? You’re taking all the stupid with you. (CA) - (Biker Thor - @boxofbonesfic )
Cause I’m with you, till the end of the line - (CA:WS)
So you’re telling me there’s a chance - (Dumb & Dumber) - (Steve/trope 3 - @americasass81 ) & (Bucky/au 2/trope 3 - @metalbuckaroo )
That escalated quickly - (The Anchorman) - (Dean W./au 5 - @wonder-cole ) & (Dean/trope 6 w/abo - @holylulusworld )
I understood that reference - (The Avengers) - (Steve/trope 8 - @donutloverxo
It’s not a man-purse. It’s called a satchel. Indiana Jones wears one - (The Hangover)
Doth mother know you weareth her drapes? - (The Avengers)
Nothing goes over my head. My reflexes are too fast. I would catch it - (The Guardian of the Galaxy)
You’re in a relationship with me. Everything will never be okay - (Ironman 3) - (Dean W - @navybrat817 )
Before we get started, does anyone want to get out? - (CA:WS) - (Sam Wilson/au 4 - @fuel-joy )
We know each other! He’s a friend from work - (Thor: Ragnarok) - (Andy/trope 5 - @cptn )
I have nothing to prove to you - (Captain Marvel)
I can’t control their fear, only my own - (CA:CW)
I’m not looking for forgiveness, and I’m way past asking for permission - (CA:IW) - (Ransom/trope 4 - @lokislastlove )
You make me happy. Even when you're awful, I would rather be with you, even the you that you seem to think is diminished, than with anyone else in the world. - (Me Before You) - (Thor - @blackberrybucky )
Person 1: I like your knife, I'm keeping it. / Person 2: That was my favorite knife. (Guardians of the Galaxy) - (Bucky- @jobean12-blog)
Thank you, I love you. I knew it the minute I met you. I'm sorry it took so long for me to catch up. - (Silver Linings Playbook) - (Bucky - @deaan )
I vow to fiercely love you in all your forms, now and forever. I promise to never forget that this is a once-in-a-lifetime love. - (The Vow) - (Dark!Thor x Black Plus-sized Female Reader/Trope 5 - @awesomerextyphoon ) & (Bucky - @joannie95 )
Choose me. Marry me. Let me make you happy - (My Best Friends Wedding) - (Bucky - @angrythingstarlight) & (Dean W/AU 3 & 6 - @danneelsmain )
Everything I have ever done, I’ve done for you - (Great Expectations) - (Brock - @nekoannie-chan) & (Darkling/trope 5 - @princessofdarkwinter )
Thank you @happygowriting for the amazing header! Go check her out!
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TikTok Trend: #ItsSettled
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader, Billy Russo x Reader
Word Count: 1653
Warnings: Angst, language
Summary: Work at Anvil yields results and dangerous temptation.
A/N: Divider by @whimsicalrogers
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You sit across from Billy in his office and prop your feet on his desk while giving him a shit eating grin.
“So, what’s this offer, Mr. Russo?”
“Consulting on an as needed basis for training, security, so on.” Billy’s dark eyes stare into your own.
Despite feeling insulted, you keep your expression benign. You had expected a job offer and had planned to counter with consulting. “I told you, my consulting fee is hefty.”
“That’s not a problem. Plus, I don’t think it's the right time for you to be leaving the Avengers and I think you feel the same.”
“Mind reader now, are we?” You smirk.
“Not usually. There are so many things going on here and with the Avengers. I think you’d like to keep a finger in both pies for the time being.” Billy returns your smirk.
“I don’t fuck my employers. Mixing business and pleasure only causes trouble.” You counter.
“That’s disappointing but, as much as I’d like to take you to bed, you’re worth more to me as an asset.”
“Then it’s settled.” You stand and shake Billy’s hand. This was going to be fun.
--
A few weeks into your consulting position and you had already improved several of Anvil’s procedures. Billy was quite pleased with your progress. You had earned his trust, proven your loyalty, and was now a trusted member of his team. He had fed your disdain for Steve and Tony, as well as the entire situation with Bucky. He hated the Avengers and was glad to bring you into the fold.
Finished with running a training exercise that day, you had just dismissed the team you were working with when you felt a breath fan across your neck.
“Watching you take down men twice your size almost makes me regret employing you.” Billy says. He often flirts this way.
You lean back into him and look over your shoulder, “But then your business wouldn’t be running so damn smooth.”
“And my cock wouldn’t be so achingly hard all the time.” Billy whispers in your ear.
“Mmmm,” you release a small moan and rub your hips against him, “then may I suggest a cold shower?” You laugh as you pull away and finish stowing gear.
“Fucking tease.” Billy chuckles.
“Absolutely.” You smile as you unzip your tac suit just enough to give a peek of your breasts.
“I have a job for you.” Billy’s voice is gravelly.
“What would that be?” You hop up on a crate to sit. Billy immediately positions himself between your legs and cages you with his arms.
“I need some intel.” Billy states while bringing his lips to your neck.
“On?” You lean your head to give him access.
“Carl Creel.”
“And who is he?” You whisper as Billy’s lips travel up and down your neck as he speaks.
“A bad guy. I just need some info on him. Stark and SHIELD have dealt with him in the past. I believe Stark even ran some tests on his abilities.” Billy’s teeth scrape against your skin deliciously.
“And how, mmmm, how am I supposed to get that to you? Everything is encrypted and shielded from leaving the Tower.”
“Put it on this thumb drive and hand it off to Benjamin Poindexter in R&D. He works for Stark and can get it out of the building undetected.” Billy says.
You pull back and look at Billy, “Will it piss Tony off if you apprehend this guy?”
“Immensely.”
“Consider it done.” You grin.
--
You head to a meeting with the Avengers team, but when you get to the meeting room, a different one than normal, the door is locked.
“No electronics. All devices must be checked.” FRIDAY announces. A drawer pops out of the wall. You place your phone and tablet in it and turn expectantly to the console. “Your watch also, Agent.” Friday pronounces. You roll your eyes before removing the watch and dropping it in as well. The door buzzes and you are finally allowed entry.
“Good, we’re all here.” Steve says from inside the room.
“What is this room?” You ask as you look around at Tony, Steve, Natasha, Bucky, Sharon, Sam, and Artie.
“It’s entirely shielded. Nothing electronic can get in or out. No cameras, no audio, nothing.” Tony smirks. “Since we know who our mole is now we can’t have this meeting in the conference room.”
“So, we can say or do anything in here without it getting out?” You ask to be sure.
“Exactly.” Tony says. “We need to make plans.”
“Yeah, yeah. One minute.” You say as you walk to Bucky. Jumping into his arms, you crash your lips into his.
Bucky’s chest rumbles with a chuckle and once you pull back he grins, saying “Hi Doll.”
“Hey baby.” You whisper against his lips.
Steve clears his throat loudly causing you and Bucky to laugh.
“Shut it, Punk. We haven’t been able to even be in the same room for weeks. Give us two minutes.” Bucky grouses at his best friend.
“Yeah, yeah, I know. Sorry.” Steve says.
“I still don’t think the two of you dating is the best idea.” Artie pipes in. You and Bucky both flip him off while sharing another kiss.
When you finally separate, you turn to Sharon, “Hey, friend, how are you doing?”
“Good. Been dating a really sweet guy, but I think he’s interested in someone else.” Sharon winks at you.
“Thanks for doing this. I know the publicity wasn’t really what you wanted.” You say.
“Just one of those things. I don't mind you owing me a favor.” Sharon smirks.
“Actually, the polling on you two dating is extremely favorable, Agent Carter.” Artie announces.
“Artie, shut up.” Steve says as he puts an arm around Sharon. “Hi Beautiful.”
“Hi.” Sharon whispers sweetly to Steve.
Artie groans, “Oh, this is going to be a nightmare.”
You laugh, “No wonder you weren’t so keen when I suggested Sharon date Bucky, Captain.”
Steve looks at you with a little pink tinging his cheeks and shrugs.
You remember the meeting that started this all:
“How bad is this?” Bucky asks.
“I don’t-” your phone ringing cuts you off. Looking down at it, the dreaded name appears, Tony Stark. You look at Bucky as you bring the phone to your ear. “Tony?”
“Both of you, conference room, now!” Tony demands before hanging up abruptly.
“It’s bad. Conference room.” As you make your way to the door, Bucky interlaces his hand with yours, pulls you back for one last kiss, and then leads you out. As soon as the conference room door closes, you eye Tony and Artie Pithins, Director of Public Relations.
Artie looks disdainfully at your joined hands and says, “This ends now.”
“Cam down, Artie. I know this looks bad but we can fix it.” You say.
“Friday, black out mode. You’re supposed to be single. We needed to release the story and make you look bad for this to work.” Tony throws at you.
“This can work out to be even better. Hear me out.” You insist.
“Doll, what the hell is going on? What are you talking about?” Bucy says.
“A mission.” You say.
“We believe we may have a mole and very few people know the specifics of this mission.” Artie says with arms crossed.
“And why would you be in on it?” Bucky asks Artie.
“Necessary optics for it.” Steve says as he enters the room.
“Look, bare minimum, we believe there is a mole working for Billy Russo, owner of Anvil. I was supposed to have some bad PR leaked about me and make it look like I was on the outs with the team in order to get him to try to recruit me.” You turn to the rest of the group, “This can work out even better, I think. Instead of me causing trouble, I could be heartbroken. Hell hath no fury, right? It would make sense that I’d be willing to turn against the team over that and I throw in a few anecdotes about the tightass and the playboy running the team and I’ll have him.”
“Tightass?” Steve grouses.
Tony rolls his eyes at Steve before turning to you, “How does Bucky break your heart?”
“That video will go viral,” Artie chimes in. “It’s bound to, with her popularity and people’s curiosity about Sergeant Barnes. But if, that same week, we see him out with another woman. Say, Natasha? It would play all over the tabloids.”
“Natasha won’t work, Artie. Everyone knows she’s my friend and they’ll see it as a publicity stunt. I think there is only one person that could raise the profile enough.” You look at Steve.
“No.” Steve shakes his head.
“Sharon is perfect. A few dates, some PDA, and then an appearance at the party. It’ll be sold.” You argue.
“I agree.” Artie says.
“Wait, you two actually agreed on something?” Tony looks between you and Artie, the animosity between the two of you well established.
“First time for everything.” You say.
“Why does it have to be Sharon?” Steve says again.
“Because it’ll cause an uproar.” You nearly shout.
“What is happening right now?” Bucky puts his head in his hands.
You look at Bucky and cups his face, “I’m so sorry. I couldn’t tell you about this mission. It was very hush hush. I need to be single to get Billy’s attention. I’m his type and as the newest member of the team he’ll see me as being vulnerable to being turned.”
“This is bullshit.” Bucky says.
The next hour is spent making plans. Bucky is furious at the thought of you dating someone else, but understands the mission comes first. Everyone leaves the conference room worse for wear but with the mission intact.
Now that the mission is nearly complete, you look to your team. “Well, now that we know who the mole is, how are we handling it?”
Part 6
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Welcome Home
Billy Russo x PlusSizeF!Reader
TW: Sexual content, light bondage, Dominance and Submission
A/N: More probably poorly written trash for Billy. Smut under the cut. Requests are open. Gif is made by me.
Word Count: 1,243
When Billy noticed you, your heart melted and you had belonged to him ever since. His to use and toy with as he sees fit. And as long as you kept his needs met, he was yours and he was attentive to you. You were never unfulfilled with him.
Billy, in a clean, pressed black and white suit, his tie tight against his neck. He was cleaned up, fresh off work, and still looking like he had just gotten ready. In your eyes, this man was walking perfection. And he didn’t look at you any differently. He adored you and your ever curve. The way you carried yourself always had him watching and looking at you. He liked that he felt like he wasn’t going to break you when he got rough.
You knelt before him on the floor, nude, and feeling shy. You were always self-conscious about yourself, but he did his best to lessen that feeling. He could admit, he never saw himself with a plus-sized woman, but you to him were a sight to behold. And he wanted you to see what he saw.
Running a hand through your hair, his fingers play a bit, petting you. “Who’s my good girl?” He cooed at you as he moved his hand down and lifted your face by your chin.
“I am, Sir.” You say, staring deep into his dark chocolate eyes.
“Would you like to make Sir feel good?” He asks you, smirking slightly.
“Yes Sir.” You say, eagerly. You had been waiting all day for him to come home. It had been hard to not touch yourself at the thought of him. But that was a rule, no playing with yourself without permission, and you couldn’t bring yourself to ask. So you had let the anticipation build.
Billy reaches down and takes your by the hand, lifting you up off your knees and guides you away from the living room. You are taken into the bedroom where he takes you to his bed. "Lay down in the middle." He instructs you.
Doing as your told, you get in the middle of the bed, your legs and arms extending to each of the corners. Billy smirks, "You are such a good girl." He tells you again as he reaches for the straps that dangle down from each corner. One by one he binds you, first starting with your feet and then your wrists. You tug slightly, your movement is kept as minimal as possible.
He licks at his lips, the look in his eyes changes to a deep hunger at the sight of you bound before him. His helpless and willing little pet. You watch as Billy slowly undresses, starting with his jacket and tie and laying them over a nearby chair. Followed by his crisp white shirt, pants, and boxers. Watching him only built your anticipation more. You become a little antsy, moving in your binding slightly more, wanting him desperately.
"Now now." He chuckles, seeing how bad you need him by your body language. "You have been waiting all day for this, haven't you Princess?" He teases you.
"Yes, Sir." You are quick to nod your head. He chuckles at you.
Billy watches you, taking his member in his hands and stoking the semi-soft erection into a full one. He approaches the bed and smiles, leaning forward slightly to touch your warm and swollen clit, and starts to rub it in a circle. You moan softly, your back arches slightly. His touch sends a soft wave of sensation through your body, giving you goosebumps.
"How bad do you want me, Princess?" He asks you, beckoning your begging response.
"Badly, Sir. So badly." You say softly, your face turning a little red. He brought this out of you so easily. You caved to him every time. All you wanted to do was fill his needs and do it constantly. Everything from being his toy, to his furniture, to even being his little girl.
He moans deeply as his fingers start to move faster against your bud, his other hand stroking his erect self at the same pace. He liked to feel the heat coming off of you in moments like this. It showed him even more just how badly you needed him.
Chewing on your lip, your breathing picks up. He watches your chest heave up and down with every passing moment. "Fuck me, please? Please." You start to beg him.
"Say it again."
"Please fuck me."
"Again."
"Fuck me."
Billy smirks, hearing you beg always sent him into a sort of animalistic overdrive. He brings his body over yours, sliding himself into you with ease. The moment he feels you tighten around him, he gives a hard thrust and a groan. Your back arches and you moan.
He starts to pump into you, slowly at first. He takes that moment to enjoy the way you take in his full length. The way the pressure feels around his cock. The way you dampen him with your juices. He can feel you dripping around him with such a want. "Oh fuck." He lets out as he starts to pick up the pace, the sound of your moans controlling his speed.
The more you moaned, the faster he moved, and the faster he moved the louder you became. You moved your hips as much as you could, lifting them up to press against him. Your back arches are higher against the bed. "Ha---harder, please, Sir!" You beg him and he's happy to oblige.
He pumps himself into your harder, hitting your wall and spot easily which causes your body to shake under him. He nuzzles into your neck a moment, his breath hot and heavy against your naked skin. His hand moves to your breast, cupping and feeling it. His fingers go to play with your nipples, pinching them and pulling at them a moment before he moves and places one in his mouth, sucking on it.
"Oh fuck!" You moan, feeling him growl against your breast like an animal. Billy bites down slightly, giving you goosebumps and leaving a nice little mark around your nipple. The pain from it caused you to spasm against his cock and he lets go, letting out a deep moan and pressing into you.
"Cum for me." He commands. "Now, I need to feel it." And just like that, you do as you are told. Your body shivers and you release, causing your lets to shake heavily against him. And as you release, he does the same. His cock twitches inside you, filling you and holding it there until he feels you dripping out around him.
You both stop to catch your breath. You couldn't help but giggle slightly. He knew what that means, you were a very satisfied and happy little pet. And he, well, was on cloud nine with you. "My beautiful girl, you did such a good job, I think I will reward you tonight. Something special." He says, slowly pulling out of you and undoing your bindings.
You sit up and look at him, an excited expression crossing your face. "Oh?" You ask him.
"Its going to be a surprise, but how about we start with a shower?" He says, offering you his hand. "Come, Princess. Join me." He commands.
"Yes Sir." You say, hopping off the bed, knowing that the shower was going to end up being round two for the night.
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New Job | Chapter 1
Billy Russo x F!Reader | Billy Russo x F!Plus-Sized Reader
Punisher Fanfic
TW: Angst? Mild Language?
Forgive my writing. It's been a while.
Gif by @banditthewriter
It wasn't exactly the best day, the morning started out shitty. Missing his alarm, the water temperature wasn't right no matter how many times he adjusted the water, he ran out of his favorite body wash and damn near out of shampoo, he forgot to grab a towel and nearly slipped on the floor to get a fresh one. Ran out of toothpaste, his favorite suit still at the cleaners. If it wasn't one thing it was another this morning, Coffee; out. Apples; gone. "FUCK!" He screamed on his way outside of the elevator into the parking garage to get into his car, and guess what... flat tire! He was done, angry, frustrated, irritated. Running his hands through his hair he put his suitcase on the concrete and called for a driver to come and pick him up so he could get to work.
Getting back into the elevator he made his way to the lobby and looked at his silver Rolex watch with a blue faceplate and checked the time, only good thing so far was that he was right on time, just waiting on the driver. When a black Lexus pulled up and the driver got out, walked around the car, and opened the back door he walked out of that lobby like he owned the world. Fixing his cuff on his dark gray Burberry modern fit suit and slid into the back of the car. As the driver closed the door and made his way around to the driver's seat he took off towards Anvil. He had a meeting today and he hoped that he wasn't going to be late. This was a big step for the company and he hoped that that wasn't fucked up either.
Stepping out of the car he walked into the building. "Good Morning Mr. Russo." the girl at the front desk gave a chipper tone. He gave a nod and walked down the hall making his way to his office. Sitting down he let out a heavily loaded breath and put his head in his hands and shook his head. "Camille! Coffee!" He hollered as he leaned back in his chair and looked over his desk a moment before standing up and walking around to the front of the desk. "Mr. Russo, you're morning appointment is here but there's a small change." His jaw clenched as he went to turn, letting out a small breath he shook his head and let out a breath turning a young curvy girl was standing before him holding his coffee and a folder in hand.
Tilting his head he let out a slight chuckle. "You're not Matthew." He stated. Shaking your head, your hair bounced as you walked forward. "You're coffee Mr. Russo, and I am Mr. Boyd's assistant." He smiled looking over your face. You have a kind face, your eyes were powerful and yet soft, your lips plump and, your breasts supple. You had curves in all the right places, and his mind wandered a moment before he offered you a seat on the couch and took his coffee before taking a seat he watched you as you sat, your legs crossed, following from your black heels to the black shadow of the skirt on your leg and his eyes eventually made it to your face.
Licking his lip he looked at Mr. Boyd's assistant and smirked. "So tell me, why did Matthew send you instead of making his own scheduled appointment, not that I'm complaining, the view is much better." He smirked. With an arched brow, you looked at him "Well, he had a family emergency so I was sent. I'm glad that's no problem, Mr. Russo. Shall we get down to business? I know Mr. Boyd wanted to talk about joining forces with you, want my personal opinion?" Nodding he gave the hand motion for continuing. "I wouldn't waste your time, he's horrible with money, and he will only drag you down, your business Mr. Russo is top-notch, and to be honest, your work is far superior in advancements than his and his wildest daydreams. I've taken the time to go over what you do, your company and I would rather you not risk your company joining forces with him." stated honestly.
With an arched brow and a small chuckle. "Well that is very honest of you...." He waited for a name, "Y/N." responding with an adjustment on the couch you tuck your hair behind your ear and let out a small breath. Billy adjusted in the seat crossing his ankle over his knee and held his coffee in both hands and placed it in this lap. "Okay, Y/N, tell me, what else would you like?" He asked you. Licking your lip you looked over his face. "Honestly, after all I've read, I would rather work for you." Your eyes stay on him, studying him, "I would rather work for... you personally Mr. Russo."
With a small chuckle, he leaned forward and looked you over. "You want Camille's job?" You look at him, a matter of fact in your words, blunt and honest and completely upfront. "Yes." He leaned back, he smirked. "I like you Y/N. Your forwardness your upfront and brutally honest nature." He stopped and looked towards the door. "CAMILLE!" He called. She walked in. "Yes Mr. Russo?" She asked. "Show Y/N around, show her your schedule, show her what you do, show her everything." He smiled. Nodding she went to turn, "Oh and Camille... clear off your desk by the end of the day." Camille wanted to fight, tears welled up in her eyes as she clenched her jaw and walked out "Fuck you Billy Russo." She muttered slamming his door. "She won't show you around, she's going to clear off her desk now and leave..."
Placing his coffee on the table. "Three years and she still makes the world's worst cup of coffee... There's your first task." He smiled. Smiling back you stand up and make your way to the door. "Thank you, Mr. Russo, I'll return with a fresh cup." You don't ask what he takes, you use your best judgment and off you go.
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Welcome to my new and improved WIPs List! I will be doing my best to keep this up to date with things I'm currently working on and ideas that just won't leave me alone.
Updated: 24/07/2021
It's Incoming
🦥 Bucky Barnes Fics
Sun and Moon Ch. 7
🦥 It's a Match Fics
Steve Rogers
🦥 Lee Bodecker Fics
Yandere!Lee x Trans!Male!Reader (2 Parts)
🦥 Ransom Drysdale Fics
Sugar Baby!Ransom x Reader
🦥 Steve Rogers Fics
Psychiatric Help 5¢
🦥 Tony Stark Fics
THE BIG SAD
🦥 Lance Tucker Fics
Lance x Plus Size!Fem!Reader
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Werewolf!Andy Barber
It's Dying a Slow Death in My Drafts
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Lee x CP!Reader
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Journaling in Puppy Love
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Bad Dragon Requests
Yandere Prompts
They Should Be Paying Me Rent
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Country!Bucky x Male!Reader
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Wanted - Stucky x Soulmate!Reader
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Sam Wilson
Tony Stark
Natasha Romanoff
Nathan Summers
Logan Howlett
Billy Russo
Deadpool/Wade Wilson
Hellboy
Johnny Blaze
Yondu
Bruce Banner
Frank Castle
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Rocket Raccoon
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Sub!Lee + Safewords in Suga'Bearverse
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Psychiatric Help 5¢
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Sex Pollen in Sleepless in Stark Towers
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Fight Club - One Shot
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Jake Jensen x Ghost!Reader part 2
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The Train to Hell feat Robert Pronge
Nerd!Justin x Jock!Johnny Storm
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Strip club owner!Loki
detective!Thor x petty thief!Reader
Etta James all night long w/ Stephen Strange
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Requests now open! 🌸❤ (Masterlist included)
Characters I write for: James Potter, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, Regulus Black, Harry Potter, Loki (MCU), Billy Russo (Marvel), Dorian Gray
Ships I write for: WolfStar, x Reader, OCs (something specific you have in mind)
As much as I adore Lupin, I believe I do more justice while writing James and Sirius. I am also very ready try new characters except real people :)
I write all themes/genres excpet incest/incestuous smut.
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Stranded at the Sea (x Slytherin Reader)
Yes! ( x Reader )
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New Year's Kiss (x Reader)
Stormy Saturday (x Plus Sized Reader)
Everything to Me [Wattpad (Original Character)]
You Belong With Me (Tumblr, Edited) - Everything to Me 2.0, if you will (on going series)
Regulus Black
As I Lay Dying ( x Reader )
Remus Lupin
The One ( x Plus Size Reader)
Ben Barnes
Enough is Full of Romance (on going series)
Where 2 brilliant talented people fall in love and navigate a life filled with paprazzi, rumors and a private romance after being introduced by their common friend. They say wrong person, right timing is a real thing but Ben and Y/N know they have a deep connection and they will wait for however long it takes!
WolfStar
Graduation Ball I
Graduation Ball II
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Invisible String (Modern AU)
Billy Russo
When Life Slips Away (x Castle Reader)
Everything to Me (Wattpad, Original)
Poetry
I Often Wonder
Love, love ❤
Wattpad Oneshots
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🌺 Masterlist 🌺
‼️ = possibly triggering content
💦 = contains sexual content, not necessarily smut
Rio
Jealous/possessive Rio
Domestic life
Rio getting a call that his girl was mugged
Significant other was hurt in like a car crash or non-gang related incident
Rio's reaction to his boo strip teasing💦
Rio’s girl being pregnant
Rio meeting and falling in love with a female version of himself
Rio having his girlfriend meet Marcus for the first time
Rio taking care of his newborn baby and wife
Rio taking care of his little girl because mama is sick with the flu
Reader gets taken by a rival gang as leverage ‼️
Rio trying to win over a woman who he really can be himself with
Rio's reaction to you flinching when he breaks something or yells and what he would do to assure you that you were safe with him ‼️
Rio on his wedding day/night 💦
Rio’s girl giving him the silent treatment like after a fight
Reader it is Beth’s sister who is with Rio. She betrays him for her sister and the crew
Rio doing daddy duties/ taking care of Marcus and his new baby
Shower sex 💦
Rio’s reaction to the reader with a complicated relationship getting flirted with
One of Rio’s men steps out of line and makes a move on his SO
Rio hiring a shy nanny who he really likes to tease
Reader is frustrated by how much Rio’s been working and doesn't know how to bring it up. Reader starts acting different and eventually Rio gets her to tell him what's wrong
Rio’s baby girl calling him dada for the first time and giving him a big smile
Rio dating a younger reader
Reader & Rio going to an event where reader gets nervous and starts being overly critical of what she's wearing/how it looks on her ‼️
Rio getting hurt by a rival and his girl reacting & consoling him
You find out Rio slept with Beth and try to leave him but he cuts it off with her
Rio and a girl he is secretly in love with having to share the same bed
Rio finding a hickey on his girl that he’s positive wasn’t from him💦
Rio vs Billy 💦
How Rio would be with someone who put him and Marcus first and kept doing it until she cracked
Rio and the reader spending time with Marcus and admiring the new baby
Rio gives a little degradation after he finds you super wet, even though he hasn't touched you and he over stimulates you💦
Reader is black & someone makes a comment about her weight or her being a poc around him causing him to lash out‼️
Rio’s reaction to another man making you cry
Make-up sex with Rio 💦
How Rio would react and treat a girl he had feelings for but wasn’t yet dating who just got emergency surgery
Rio having an SO with long luscious hair and him washing her hair for her
Rio x reader where her ex shows back up in her life and tries to win her back/turn her against Rio and how Rio reacts to it
Readers boss blatantly flirting with her in front of Rio ‼️
Rio and the reader at their gender reveal or baby shower
Rio getting jealous by his S/O fangirling over a hot actor during their movie night at home
Rio’s normally very bold gf who gets shy with sexual things gets caught touching herself while watching porn 💦
Rio and Marcus picking up the reader (mom/wife) from the airport after a long trip, and they go home and spend quality time together
Rio and the reader having a romantic/sweet date night
Beth attempting to kill Rio’s SO because she’s jealous of her and what Rio would do in response
Beth making it look like Rio is cheating on reader with her. He finds out Beth planned it but reader leaves him & Rio getting revenge
Rio with a girl who went behind his back to help Ruby, Annie, and Beth
First time reader & Rio discuss what he actually does
Rio thinking his SO is cheating but she’s not
Rio taking care of his girl after she gets her wisdom teeth taken out
Rio saving a girl from some drunk trying to mess with her and that’s how they meet !!
Reader trying to leave in the middle of the night for a walk after a fight
Rio finding out his girl is bi and ask of she wants to try it with him and a woman
Rio meeting the reader’s parents
You are Rio's ex/gf/ Marcus' mom/ and find out about Beth's "pregnancy"
Rio fingering his girlfriend 💦
Would ever snoop through his SO’s phone
Rio dating a clumsy girl
Drabble: Gunk kink 💦
How would Rio deal with his S/O being very sensitive and emotional
Rio with a tall reader
Rio taking his SO’s virginity 💦
Rio comforting reader who had PTSD and nightmares !!
Strip Poker with Rio 💦
Making out with Rio would include
Rio accidentally walking in on the girl he loves having sex with another dude
Getting back together with Rio and finding out about Beth’s pregnancy
Honeymoon with Rio
Drabble: Control your anger or you’ll have me to worry about
Working as Rio’s assistant/secretary and having a flirty relationship
Rio being friends with reader who is in a bad relationship and is very neglected by her current bf
Morning sex with Rio 💦
Beth shoots reader instead of Rio and then he thinks she's dead but she came back
Rio with a sub SO who likes to be choked 💦
Rio and Billly share reader
Rio dating dancer reader
Rio taking reader for her first tattoo
Quarentine with Rio
Rio with pregnant reader who doesn’t want to be a mom
Rio with shy trans mtf reader
Rio with reader who doesn’t want kids
!! Rio getting with reader who was in an abusive relationship !!
!! Reader runs into toxic ex and Rio gets protective !!
Rio going to the club with the reader
Reader taking care of and spoiling Rio
Rio with a pregnancy kink 💦
Reader doing the refusing to kiss your boyfriend prank on Rio
Latina reader unknowingly intimidates Beth and end up making her jealous when she finds out you’re together
Rio shaves pregnant reader since she’s so far along that she can’t
Reader wants to post Rio on social media but he’s hesitant
Rough blowjob with Rio💦
Rio’s reaction to someone threatening your life while out together
Being Rio’s new employee who steals his attention away from Beth
Rio with soft and innocent reader
Rio lets reader take control for the night 💦
Cops bring reader in for questioning and he pampers you after you stay solid
Billy Russo
Jealous Billy
Fight and making up with Billy
Billy’s been acting weird so his girl thinks he's cheating. She eventually can't take it anymore & he comes home to find her gone. He tracks her down and proposes
Billy thinking his girl is cheating (She's not of course)
Rio vs Billy 💦
Billy gets reader pregnant in a fwb situation but is smug about it
Billy coming home to find you asleep on the couch surrounded by work
Billy finding out the Reader is pregnant and being delighted and determined to give his child a better life than he had
NSFW Alphabet 💦
Rio and Billly share reader
Billy worries reader will leave him if she learns the truth, but she already knows
Protective Billy with hurt reader
Frank Castle
Reader has a really bad anxiety day and he’s soft with her and quiet‼️
NSFW Alphabet💦
Domestic life
Soft but still angsty “I thought I lost you” with frank after a bad night
Seeing Frank at the diner for a while before finally approaching him
Geralt of Rivia
A kid tries to pay Geralt to kill a monster but the monster turns out to be an abusive parent‼️
Ray Merrimen
Ray’s new girl is coincidentally just in the bank he and his crew are robbing
Reader having a crime boss ex that wants reader back, and 2) finding out what Ray does and her reaction to it
Ray meeting a girl at the gym/dojo that can kick his ass, despite the size difference
Ray being your instructor at the gym would be like
NSFW Alphabet💦
Bratty reader who keeps bothering Ray while he's working on plans for the next hit because she wants attention 💦
Ray expressing how much he cares about you x plus sized reader ‼️
Going on vacation with Ray 💦
Ray’s stripper ex is trying to cause trouble in his new relationship because he moved on from her after he got out of prison
Ray’s reaction to his girl getting into a fight with someone or more like defending herself
Reader is feeling ignored by Ray so she seeks attention elsewhere, but it backfires
Ray’s totally smitten for the shy reader who doesn't think he'd be interested in her
Ray spoiling his girl because he's nervous that he's about to propose
Ray just can't keep his hands to himself when reader is around 💦
Ray’s girl is afraid to tell him she's pregnant as they never talked about having kids
How would Ray react to his girl feeling neglected and seeking attention elsewhere
How Ray deals with reader’s male friend who tries to sabotage
Jealous of Ray’s ex FWB, reader starts dressing and acting sexier
Cuddling in bed with Ray
Ray taking care of reader during her period
Reader thinks Ray’s cheating but he’s not
Reader is unsure where her relationship with Ray lies, he makes it clear she’s his
Joseph Seed
Joseph with small and petite girlfriend
NSFW Alphabet💦
Joseph finds someone just like him, who believes in his vision and takes care of everyone, like a mama bear
Joseph's wife finding out she's pregnant
Having an atheist girlfriend
Joseph falling head over heels for a new follower of his church
Joseph with a virgin SO💦
FC5 Misc.
The Seed brothers learn about latina readers curly hair while in the bunker
Jacob Seed
Jacob with a tall girl, a blonde with blue eyes
Dom!jacob with newly subdued but bratty Dep 💦
Jacob with a chubby S/O 💦
Jacob with small and petite girlfriend
NSFW Alphabet 💦
Animalistic dom!jake with a breeding kink taking his plus-size wife 💦
Having an atheist girlfriend
Jacob with a virgin SO💦
Jacob Seed and a super sweet/naive SO who looks harmless, but can kick ass
Jacob and asexual reader
Jacob taking his plus sized virgin wife’s virginity 💦
John Seed
John dating a small, thin Hispanic girl with crazy curly hair
John with small and petite girlfriend
Having an atheist girlfriend
NSFW Alphabet💦
John with a virgin SO💦
John secretly dating Dep reader
Miguel Ángel Félix Gallardo
Miguel in bed (general)💦
Helping Miguel unwind after a rough day
Miguel surprises reader after you thought he forgot your anniversary
Miguel telling his child about how you and him met
Nick Amaro
Loving Nick coming home to reader after being away to work on a case
Agent OA Zidan
Having an interfaith relationship with OA
Plus size reader tag
Black reader tag
Latina reader tag
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For the Girls, the Gays and the They’s, and most especially for the plus sized babes. Get your daily dose of moondust laced escapism here.
RIP, a graveyard of old, beloved works
Star Wars
Poe Dameron: Moonlit Serenades
You steal a moment of intimacy during a war.
Anakin Skywalker:
The Galactic Senate is poisoned, and it’s your duty as queen of Naboo to keep your people safe from it. You don’t want to manipulate Anakin Skywalker and his feelings for you. But you don’t have a choice.
Harry Potter
Sirius Black: And The Snakes Start to sing
Sirius tends to your wounds, physical and emotional alike.
Marvel
Steve Rogers(CEO!AU!) You Can Be The Boss
Y/N a plus sized social media rep in her late twenties scores the job of a lifetime. Unfortunately, self sabotage is the name of your game. Sleeping with your boss was definitely not apart of the on boarding.
Peter Parker: Rhinestone Eyes
You’re endlessly fascinated by the new guy in 5A, even though he seems to blow you off at every turn.
Chris Evans Characters
Andy Barber: Washing Machine Heart
You have a full plate, so you treat the affair with Andy like desert. Indulgent and sure to cause cavity’s.
Stranger Things
Steve Harrington: Night Shift
Steve has raided his mothers medicine cabinet to find a cure to ptsd induced insomnia. He shares with you of course.
Steve Harrington: Bette Davis Eyes
You turn a shitty date with Steve into a night neither of you will ever forget!
Steve Harrington: Dazed & Confused
You and your best friend deal with the fallout of hitting a mysterious monster in the middle of the woods, all while fighting feelings for Steve Harrington, your summer fling. 6 part series!
Eddie Munson: Friday, I’m In Love
You go watch Eddie’s band- and your feelings for him hit you like a Mack truck.
Coming Soon
Joel Miller- The Last of Us
Frank Castle- The Punisher MCU
Billy Russo - The Punisher MCU
Santiago “Pope” Garcia- Triple Frontier
Frankie “Catfish” Morales- Triple Frontier
William “Ironhead” Miller- Triple Frontier
Jax Teller- Sons of Anarchy
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Guess who is writing Billy Russo x Plus Size Reader FanFiction?!?!?! It’s meeeeeeee!!! I blame @flowers-in-your-hayr
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