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burningblake · 1 year
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BURNINGBLAKE’S 3K FOLLOWER CELEBRATION + follow forever
I’ve never done a follower milestone celebration on this blog before, but these past years I’ve become more active on this website and actually gained friends and mutuals whom I love and appreciate and who have altered my whole experience on here. So reaching 3k seemed like a good reason to celebrate you and express my gratitude. Having our interactions limited to the online sphere might do little to cause any major impact to our everyday lives, but I'd like you to know that just seeing your interactions with my posts or the messages we exchange with each other can sometimes brighten a bad day or enhance an already good one, so THANK YOU, for being the awesome people I carry with me on my phone wherever I go.  
I created this blog in 2012 and since then I've changed so many fandoms, so I decided that the event for this celebration should somehow try to include all of them. And so, I've made a survey for you to choose your favorite things that we have in common and that you have followed me for all this time (or even just recently). So if you could please take a minute of your day to fill it out, I would deeply appreciate it. I will let this survey on for two weeks (so until the 20th of February, 23:59 Central European Time). And then I'll make a gifset for the first winner in each category. Afterwards, you can search the tag #3k on my blog to find them.
PLEASE VOTE HERE.
Of course, this website wouldn't be the same without the amazing people I see on my dash every day and in some cases, interact with as well. So under the cut, I've included all those who make up my follow forever.
If you don't find yourself on this list and we've interacted before in the past, you're definitely considered among my favorites, so please forgive my absent-mindedness in including you here! (I'll probably be very embarrassed if I find out that's the case and sneakily include you later ♥).
special shout-outs
@robntunney @lizzybennets aka my fellow mentalist blog runners whom I interact with the most and who are a very special and constant presence in my life, love you! and @bookaholicthoughts my first friend on here who I also had the lucky chance to meet in real life, just know that even though we don’t always interact, I still love and appreciate you!
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chailame · 3 years
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FUMI NIKAIDO My Man (私の男, Watashi no Otoko) 2014 Dir Kazuyoshi Kumakiri
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queen-haq · 2 years
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Fic: A Woman Scorned - Part 23
Fic: A Woman Scorned - Part 23
Pairing: Billy Russo x Reader
Rating: R.
Words: ~4000 words.
Summary: You’ve been sleeping with Billy Russo for a few months now. Knowing his aversion to emotional commitments, you’re satisfied with your clandestine arrangement until you catch him having dinner with Dinah Madani one night. Then it finally dawns on you. It’s not that he doesn’t want to commit, he just doesn’t want to commit to *you*.
Billy may think he knows you, but he has no idea what he’s just lost…
Part 1   Part 2   Part 3   Part 4   Part 5   Part 6   Part 7   Part 8   Part 9   Part 10   Part 11   Part 12   Part 13   Part 14   Part 15  Part 16 Part 17  Part 18  Part 19  Part 20  Part 21  Part 22
Mine (One-shot in the same universe)
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source: @chailame​ 
Day 5 - Friday
It was another long, torturous day Billy had to live through without you. He would’ve happily traded places with his younger self in the hellhole that was Kandahar if it meant not experiencing the anguish he was feeling right now. Physical pain he could deal with, he was used to it, but this… this agonizing heartache that gnawed at him every minute from not being able to see you – it was too much. He clutched his chest. The tightness in his heart seemed to grow worse every day along with the sinking feeling of hopeless despair that never went away. All because of you.
A part of him was pissed at you for putting him through this misery. If you actually loved him, if you felt even a fraction of what he did for you there was no way in fucking hell you would have forced this separation on him. There were other ways you could’ve punished him but you chose the most painful route - no contact – and that could only mean distance from him wasn’t as exacting on you as it was him. He may have been a pathetic mess without you but you were probably fine without him.
What if you met someone else? That was the thought that fucking haunted him every night. It’s not like you were sitting at home, miserable without him. You were going out, looking hot, being yourself, charming all kinds of assholes with how fucking gorgeous and smart you were. You were beautiful as it was, but when you were all decked out with your hair and makeup done and your hips swaying as you walked through a crowd and your goddamn beautiful thick legs in high heels that he loved having wrapped around him as he fucked you… shit. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. He had to stop doing this to himself.
He turned to his side, staring at the spot where you usually slept on his bed. His penthouse suite, once a place he was so fucking proud of because it reeked of class and money now felt barren and hollow without you. He felt empty without you, your smile, your love, your touch, your brilliant mind, your soothing words. Hell, even your anger.
Hearing his phone vibrate on the nightstand, he circled around to grab it. His heart started pounding when he saw there was a Whatsapp voice note from you. You wouldn’t be contacting him if something wasn’t wrong. Panicked, he started listening to your message.
“Hey, it’s me… don’t call me back, I just… I miss you. I wanted you to know.”
Hearing your voice, his chest constricted again. You sounded tired, upset, like you’d been crying.
“I went to work today and I got nothing done, because I just kept thinking about you. God, I sound like a pathetic teenager.”
So he wasn’t the only one having trouble focusing on work.
“I just… why did you have to do this, Billy? Why did you have to ruin things? Everything was going so good but you just had to mess things up. Why? I love you, I miss you… but I can’t be with you and I’m so fucking angry at you that I want to scream! I asked you for one thing, and it wasn’t even anything unreasonable and you couldn’t even do that… why?”
Hearing you sob on the phone made him feel like complete shit. The last thing he ever wanted was to hurt you but that’s exactly what he’d done.
“My heart hurts so much right now and I don’t get why. I had strong feelings for you when we were just hooking up and you were sleeping with other women so it should’ve felt worse back then but this… this feels like you ripped my heart out of my chest.” You sniffled, your voice teary. “I hope you’re hurting as much as I’m right now but you’re probably out there having the time of your life. Maybe that’s why you did this. Maybe you wanted to break up with me but didn’t have the balls to do it so you fucked things up on purpose so I’d be the one to break things off. Is that why you did it? Are you that much of a fucking pussy?”
He sat up, suddenly panicked. Is that what you thought? No, there’s no way you’d believe something so stupid. The voice clip ended abruptly and he started dialing your number right away but then stopped himself when he thought about the conditions you’d set. What if he called you and it pissed you off more? But how could he not reach out and set you straight after you blurted out such a ridiculous idea?
Agitated, he texted you. 
Can I call you? 
He stared down at the app as you typed your message.
No.
Now what the fuck was he supposed to do? He started pacing the floor, angry at you but mostly at himself. Deep down he knew he was to blame for this. You were right. You’d asked him to stay away from your parents but he’d been so hellbent on making them pay he’d purposely deceived you. Lied to you. Billy knew he was a selfish asshole, that usually worked to his benefit, but if he ended up losing you because of his selfishness-
The phone buzzed again. Another voice note from you.
“I know you want to talk, but I can’t. It’s hard for me to stay away from you and it’s taking everything I have not to call you right now… please don’t make this any harder than it needs to be.”
The desperation in your voice tugged at his insides. You were hurting, like him.
“About what I said earlier, I know you didn’t do it to break up with me. I shouldn’t have said that. It was stupid. If that’s what you wanted, you’d have gone through with your plans for my parents. But you didn’t. You stopped because you knew I could never forgive that.”
Relief surged through him, he exhaled a long, drawn-out breath.
“I never realized how much calmer I feel with you around. I think it’s because we know each so well… I can be myself with you, show you the parts I hide from everyone else and you don’t judge me for it. Now you’re not here and I can feel myself spiralling over the smallest things. It’s crazy.” You laughed, the sound half-bitter, half-choking. “I thought I was the strong one. Thought these two weeks would be hard but I could just focus on work without any distractions and it’d be fine. But it’s not, Billy. It’s not fine. You’re such a big part of my life and without you it feels like half of me is missing.”
He sat back on the bed, swallowing the lump in his throat.
“Need to go to bed… I’m so exhausted. And I have a headache from crying so much.” You sniffled again. “I’m PMSing too.”
He smirked, knowing how emotional you got when you were on your rag. He made a mental note to send you the imported British chocolates you loved so much. When you were achy and cramping, those chocolates were the difference between you being sweet and loving and completely hulking out on him. You didn’t like having sex when you were on your period, but you were more affectionate than usual and needy during those days and he loved seeing you act so clingy with him.
“You usually buy me chocolates. Will you send me some?” You sighed. “Okay, I’m gonna go now.”
The voice message ended, leaving him alone with his thoughts. A few hours ago he was wishing he’d never met you because the pain of missing you was so brutal. Now, he was willing to do whatever it took to get you back in his life. Yeah, it hurt like hell to be without you but if the separation now meant you’d start to trust him again and be a part of his life without any reservations he was willing to stick it out and deal with this fucking temporary heartbreak.
Putting his phone down on the table, he laid back on the bed and attempted to get some sleep.
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Day 8 - Monday
Today had been a day from hell. There’d been a huge blowout with Frank, one of the clients he’d been recruiting was still acting wishy-washy so he’d lost it and snapped at him, and Sonia, his receptionist, had told him if he didn’t stop acting like a jackass she’d put in her notice by the end of the week. But now you’d left him a voice note and this fucked up day was instantly better.
“Thank you for the chocolates. You sent me so much, you know I have no self-control when it comes to them. I had to lock them up so I wouldn’t be tempted to eat all the bags.”
“I know things are hard right now but you can’t take it out on others, Billy. Especially Frank.”
Karen must have called you. Shit.
“It’s not easy but you’re a leader. You’re running your own company now. People look up to you and that means putting on a professional face even if the rest of your world is imploding around you. Otherwise you’re going to lose good employees.”
He knew you had a valid point, he needed to straighten himself out at work before his staff quit on him.
“We had a leadership meeting today at work. It was supposed to be a discussion about signing a potential client but it derailed within minutes. I hope they don’t agree to the contract. It’ll be a shit-show if they do.”
Your voice had a soothing effect on his frayed nerves, even as you chatted about things he didn’t really care about. You talked about Davina, and how she’d met some guy and how you’d bought a lot of shoes in the past week – tell-tale sign that you were also a mess without him.
“I know it’s a few months away but I was thinking… do you want to go away somewhere for Christmas? Maybe somewhere tropical with palm trees and beaches and warm weather… I mean, you obviously don’t have to. I usually spend Christmas with Davina and her family and maybe you also have plans… I don’t know, maybe it’s too much too soon. Maybe we’re not ready for that yet. Maybe you’ll meet someone in the next six days and realize you don’t want me anymore.” Your hesitant tone took on an unexpected shade of anger. “If that does happen, I’m going to make you pay. And that stupid bitch too.”
A smirk curved across his lips, hearing your jealousy peak through. It was fucking dumb as hell that you’d think that was even possible but he loved it when you got possessive over him.
“The jewel plug you got me, I’ve been thinking about it. I know I said I wasn’t sure before but I think it might be fun.”
Jesus Fucking Christ, were you trying to kill him or something? He had a hard-on just hearing the seductive drawl in your voice. You were deliberately being a cock-tease, knowing it would drive him crazy.
“Miss your hands on me, Billy…”
Fuck! He reached down beneath his boxers and started to jerk himself off.
“You do this thing with your tongue on my clit and it just…” You moaned, the sound so hot he practically came right then and there.
“And the way you play with my nipples… I never really liked guys touching my boobs before. They’d always grab too hard-”
What the fuck? Why the hell were you telling him about other motherfuckers touching your tits? Did you want him to fucking puke?
“But you, you have just the right touch. Not too rough, not too soft, just perfect. My very own Goldilocks.”
Your soft giggle was hot as hell and he starting pumping faster, fantasizing about your sweet, beautiful pussy. The smell of you, the taste of you, the sexy as hell moans you made the closer you got to your orgasm, how tight your cunt felt when he was buried deep inside you, the look in your eyes when he was fucking you relentlessly, your lush mouth wrapped around his cock-
“Did I tell you I bought a pair of handcuffs in Paris? I wanted to use them on you but then you pulled that stupid stunt… guess I’ll just have to wait to use them, maybe with someone else if things don’t work out between us.”
His jaw clenched with anger. No way in fucking hell was he ever gonna let that happen. You were his. That meant only he could fuck you. Touch you. Hold you. If you so much as looked at anyone else, he’d kill the fucker.
“Goodnight, Billy. Only six more days before I see you again.”
Technically five because it was after midnight.  
“I know you’re probably so sick of hearing me say this but I miss you. I love you, Billy.”
It was the sweetness in your voice that pushed him over the edge, his body rushing towards orgasm.
Minutes after he’d cleaned himself up, he reached for his phone again. It took every bit of resolve he had not to call you, his fingers shaking as he texted you instead.
Five days, not six. And the only one who’s gonna be using those cuffs is me. On you. You’re mine. Always mine. The second Day 14 is over, I’m moving in. No more space, no more distance.
Don’t care if you still can’t trust me, I can’t be without you.  
He stared down at his phone, contemplating whether to text you what was on his mind next. You already knew how he felt, he’d told you several times, but it was one thing to verbalize it and something else entirely to see it in text. Pushing aside his doubts, he hit ‘Send’.
Others have said they love me but it was bullshit. They saw what I wanted them to see. The pretty parts. But you see everything. Good. Bad. Ugly. And you still want me. You still love me.
And I feel the same about you.
Anxiety coiled in the pit of his stomach as he waited for you to respond.
I know, Billy. Good night.
He chuckled at the casual nature of your response. That was your thing, wasn’t it? When he was feeling tense and all kinds of fucked up, you calmed him down by simply being you. Fuck, he missed you. Five more days before he saw you again, and it felt like an eternity.
Sighing, he got ready for bed.
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Day 12 - Friday
Billy was reviewing a stack of proposals his lawyer had sent over when there was a knock on the office door. His first instinct was to tell the person to fuck off but he stopped himself in time; just because he was in a bad mood didn’t mean he got to take it out on others. That was his new goddamn mantra. “Come in.”
The last person he expected to see was you walking through the door.
His heart stopped in his chest, every volatile emotion rushing to the surface at the sight of you. Fuck, you looked so beautiful. You were in a suit which meant you must have rushed over here from work. Because you couldn’t stand being apart from him any longer.
He marched over to you, drawing you in his arms, peppering your face with kisses but you pulled away abruptly. What the fuck? You stepped back from him, putting physical distance between him and you. Twelve days he hadn’t seen you, and, instead of letting him hold you, you were actually pushing him away. Irritation flooded over him, but then he noticed the concerned expression on your face.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, cradling your face. “Is everything okay?”
“Everything’s fine,” you replied. “But I need to ask you something.”
“What is it?”
“Roger told me you were close to signing a contract with Johnny Bosworth’s team. Is that true?”
Roger. Fucking Roger. He hadn’t seen you in twelve days and the first word out of your mouth was goddamn Roger.
“How the fuck does Roger know that?” Billy fired back. He was pissed. Pissed at that prick Roger, and pissed at you that he was the reason you rushed to Anvil to see Billy.
“We were still deciding whether to sign the contract but then someone from Johnny Bosworth’s team reached out to him and said the deal was no longer on the table. They were signing with you. Is that true?”
Jaw clamped, he moved back to his desk and leaned back against it. “Why would I tell you that? This is Anvil business. Has nothing to do with you,” he bit out.
Your eyes flared with anger. “He’s an asshole and a bigot who encourages mob violence against innocent people!”
Eyebrow raised, he crossed his arms. “Just because I work with him doesn’t mean I agree with his politics.” He dipped his head to the side, glaring at you with hostility. “You and I don’t interfere with each other’s work. That’s your rule. So why the hell are you sticking your nose into mine?”
Lips pursed, you stared at him for a long while. “I was offered a promotion.  Vice-President of the European market. Taking the job would’ve meant moving to Paris.”
It was like a punch to the gut, the pain sharp and unbearable. You were leaving him. It was his worst nightmare come to life. He couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe, overwhelmed by panic.
“I turned it down because it meant being away from you. But you, you decided to take on a client that actually tells his idiot followers to kill people who look like me. I bet that never weighed in your mind at all, did it? Not even for a second. Shows how important I am to you.” A bitter laugh escaped you. “Must be nice to be rich and white so you never have to worry about shit like this.”
Before he could wrap his mind around your words, you stormed out.
Part 24
A/N - If you have the time to leave feedback, it would be highly appreciated! As always, thank you for reading and supporting the fic. As some of you know, I’m contemplating a sequel. The major plot point is mapped out but the little details are still being worked out in my mind.
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thatbritishactor · 2 years
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Together we stand (part 22)
Together we stand (part 22)
Summary: Together We Stand explores the relationship between Billy Russo and Reader (You), over the course of twenty years. You meet as children, and you two are best friends until life tears you apart. You always find your way to each other over the years, although you witness him becoming someone you barely recognize. Billy is your weakness, the one person you cannot resist, and as he grows into a selfish, cold, manipulative man, you can’t let go of the Billy you once knew.
Warning: Mature (SMUT), 18+, language (cursing), abuse (psychological), toxic relationship dynamics.
Words: 2,700
The * indicates steamy/ mature content
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Part 1 Part 2*   Part 3   Part 4* Part 5 Part 6* Part 7*  Part 8  
Part 9*   Part 10   Part 11*   Part 12*   Part 13   Part 14  Part 15
Part 16   Part 17*   Part 18   Part 19   Part 20   Part 21*
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ONE YEAR LATER
You’re applying the final touches of your makeup, soft music coming from the speakers you’ve set on the bathroom counter. You’re trying your best to soothe your nerves, breathing steadily, and humming to the tune that’s playing. You’re heading to Maria’s birthday party – she’s celebrating her thirtieth birthday - and you’ve promised her and Frank that you’d be there. You’ve kept seeing them for the past year: ever since you came back to the US, but you’ve always managed to see them when you knew that Billy wouldn’t be there, making sure that you wouldn’t run into him.
It’s been a year since you’ve last seen Billy at your cousin’s wedding, a year since you had drunken sex with him, a year since he stood you up and you’ve had to deal with the guilt of cheating on your boyfriend.
You’ve never told Antoine. You didn’t want to lose him and repeat history: there was a pattern in place concerning your ex-boyfriends, in which you’d throw your relationships away for Billy, without even thinking about it.
The morning after what happened with Billy, you left early with Antoine without looking back. You had had enough of Billy’s mind games, enough of his manipulation, of his emotional abuse. You decided to move on, for real this time, and to focus on your relationship with Antoine, the man who moved across countries for you.
And you did. You found happiness in the life you shared with him, resuming on your therapy as soon as you set foot in New York.
Tonight will be the ultimate test: you’ll be in the same room as Billy again, and you’re already dreading his behavior. Will he bring another date? Will he ignore you? Will he try and seduce you again?
It doesn’t matter, you tell yourself, because this time, you won’t let him get into your head. Satisfied with the way you look, you adjust your hair and smile at your reflection, hyping yourself up. You spray some perfume at your wrists and on your neck, reveling in the comforting, pleasant smell.
You’ve opted for a high waisted skirt with tights, and a long-sleeved top with a laced cleavage. You head towards the living room to put on your burnished ankle boots, and you slide your leather jacket on, appraising Antoine’s form on the couch. He’s reading a book with a focused look on his face, his glasses slightly sliding on his nose. His curls are shining in the dim light, and you smile to yourself, happy to be sharing this beautiful man’s life.
You have suffered from crushing guilt for months, but it eased with the help of your therapist. You finally accepted you are a flawed, imperfect being. “The most important thing”, your therapist had said, “is that you won’t do it again”. It was essential for you to understand that the unhealthiness of your relationship with Billy pushed you into making destructive choices.
What mattered was that you were willing to change and become a better person, and not let Billy entice you into damaging behaviors.
You walk up to Antoine to kiss him goodbye, and he raises his eyes off his book, smiling at you.
“You look amazing” he praises, and you place a gentle kiss on his lips.
“Are you sure you don’t wanna come?” 
“No, it’s fine” he scrubs his eyes. “Besides, I’m meeting my friends tonight” he reminds you. You were relieved to learn that he was busy, not sure you were ready for him and Billy to be in the same room again. Billy was unpredictable, and you weren’t a hundred percent sure he wouldn’t do something reckless in Antoine’s presence. Like telling him you had cheated on him a year ago.
You softly stroke his cheek “All right, I’ll see you later” you place another peck on his lips. He smiles into the kiss, sighing happily.
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You arrived earlier than everyone else, but you had done it on purpose: you wanted to help Maria with the last-minute details, like setting the table for the guests and preparing the appetizers. Besides, you were always happy to see Frank Jr and Lisa before their bedtime. Jr had been born three years ago, and he was a cheerful, cute toddler who reminded you of Lisa at the same age.
There wouldn’t be more than ten people tonight: Frank, Maria, you, their marine friend Curtis, Billy and the other five were Maria’s girlfriends from school and college. You knew everyone except for Curtis, who you had heard a lot about and were eager to meet.
“So, how are you feeling about tonight?” Maria asks, looking carefully at you as you’re setting the table together.
“I’m not the one turning thirty tonight” you joke, and she playfully thrusts her elbow into your ribs.
“Be careful there, you’re on thin ice” she warns, chuckling, and you laugh out loud, happy to have gotten to her. “You know what I mean” she looks serious again.
You pause, thinking. “I’ll be fine, Maria, I promise. I can handle it, for real”. She stares at you for a split second, her brown eyes assessing you. “Please don’t worry” you caress her back in a soothing gesture.
You had never planned to get close to this person, and yet she had become your confidant, and a loyal friend. She was such a warm, devoted individual, and you couldn’t imagine your life without her anymore. You loved Frank too: his boorish, loving manners, his humor, his reassuring presence. When you were with them, you felt as though nothing bad could happen to you.
Sure, it had been awkward in the past year when you couldn’t attend parties where you knew Billy would be, but you found ways to hang out with them anyway. Anytime Billy was deployed, you spent time with Maria, and she told you how the boys were doing on base or across the sea. It was comforting to know that Billy was okay. Just because you didn’t talk to him anymore, it didn’t mean you didn’t care about him. You still loved Billy, deeply, and maybe that was the whole problem: that your love for him was limitless and unconditional, and that you were willing to throw everything away for him.
Putting some distance between the two of you had been the only way for you to have an emotionally healthier life, and sometimes you thought it was worth it. Other times, you missed Billy so badly that it physically hurt, and kept you awake at night.
You hear a knock on the front door and turn your head. Frankie opens the door, and a tall gentleman enters. You recognize immediately he’s a marine in the way he stands and occupies space; you’ve been able to tell by observing at Frank and Billy for years. Frank excitedly greets him, and he enters the living room, a large smile on his lips.
He hugs Maria who looks tiny in his arms and his balmy eyes fall on you.
“Happy birthday, girl” he says to her in a deep and smooth voice. His smile is warm, his eyes gentle, and you approach him, extending your hand and saying your name.
“Nice to meet you” you look up at him.
“Me too.” You notice that his presence is calming; like a cozy blanket put around your shoulders. You immediately understand why he’s friends with the Castles, and you smile brightly at him.
“I’ve heard a lot about you.” 
You frown. “Only good things I hope” you joke.
��He chuckles. “I’ve read your book, actually.” Your heart stops beating. “Managed to steal it from Billy back in Afghanistan”, and you feel yourself becoming livid. “You’re a gifted writer.” You force a smile on your lips, your stomach nervously flipping.
So, Billy’s read your book, then, you think to yourself, and you try to dismiss the thought, because it doesn’t matter.
“Thank you, Curtis” you try to keep your composure, putting your hands in your skirt’s pockets to keep them from shaking and jump when you hear the doorbell ring again.
Maria’s friends arrive, and you’re soon surrounded in loud chatter and excited laughter. Everyone gathers in the living room and you settle on the couch, grabbing a glass of wine and partaking in conversations. The mood is light and everyone’s happy to be there, and you try to relax. Billy’s late, and it seems odd, you’re starting to wonder if he’ll come at all when you hear knocks on the door. You brace yourself as Curtis opens the front door, trying to tame the swarming of butterflies in your stomach.
You hear his voice coming from the hall, and you close your eyes, gathering your thoughts. You can do this, you think to yourself. You glance at him when he enters the living room. He’s alone, and he’s wearing a dark blue sweater. His hair is still short because of the marines, and the sight of him triggers memories fast and hard. You get back to your wine glass, trying to distract yourself while Billy says hello to everyone, when he approaches your spot hesitantly.
You look up at him and meet his eyes for the first time in a year. His dark obsidian irises capture you and time stands still. You exchange a long look and his lips slightly part, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. He softly says your name, and you nod to greet him, tearing your eyes from him, blinking a few times. As always, his proximity sparks strong physical reactions from you, your heartbeat accelerating and warmth spreading through your chest. He goes to sit across from you in an armchair, grabbing a glass of wine, and you try your hardest to ignore him and focus back on the conversation.
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Dinner went fast, and it was agreeable. Maria purposefully seated you far away from Billy, and it was a relief that you didn’t have to talk to him throughout the whole evening. You tried your hardest not to look at him, resisting the urge to detail his face.
You’re torn between conflicting desires: part of you is trying not getting intoxicated by his presence, fearing you might lose your mind again. On the other hand, you crave his closeness and his presence, genuinely wanting to talk to him. You wish you could ask him what he’s been up to the past year, how he’s feeling, what he’s done for the last twelve months.
You know it’s a rabbit hole; you’re unsure if he even wants to talk to you. The last interaction you had with him has left a searing scar in your ego: how he easily dismissed you, and the intimate moment you had shared.
Guests are leaving, and after Frank cleared the dishes and took the trash out, he’s sipping bourbon in the living room with Billy and Curtis. You’ve stayed to help Maria clean, dismissing her protests. You’re doing the dishes in the kitchen, chatting with her when you hear the door open. You turn and find Billy standing there, his eyes wandering over you and Maria.
“Need any help?” he asks, and Maria answers:
“We’re good, thank you sweetie”. He stands there awkwardly, and you get back to your task, soaking your hands in the warm soapy water.
“Actually, I better check on the kids” Maria abruptly states, and you stare at her with wide eyes and an expression that screams don’t you dare. She avoids your glare and leaves the room, your heart dropping in your chest.
You’re alone with Billy, and you curse Maria with all your strength when you hear Billy clearing his throat. Exasperated, you dry your hands on a nearby towel before turning towards him, resting your hands behind you on the sink.
He’s leaning against the counter, crossing his arms over his chest, his beautiful eyes fixed on your face. You stand this way for a while, simply watching each other. Billy’s dark eyes roam over your face, seeming to detail every inch of you. You stare back, slowly taking him in: his raven irises, the freckle underneath his eye, the stubble on his cheeks making his jaw look impossibly sharper, his toned chest and his muscular arms. You glance at his hands, remembering what it felt to have them on you, and swallow thickly. After what seems to be an eternity he finally speaks in a silky voice:
“So…” he starts hesitantly “It’s been a long year” he smirks, and you roll your eyes, already feeling irritated.
“How so?” you decide to play dumb.
“I’ve missed you” 
 You tremble at his words, surprised. “Did you?” you raise your eyebrows; he smiles and looks away, shaking his right shoulder.
“You know I have” he replies in a smooth voice and looking back at you, subtly frowning.
You don’t answer, clenching your jaw. You won’t let him manipulate you, not again.
“I’m happy to see you” he reveals, and you look down, sighing.
“What do you want, Billy?” you look back up at him. “Because the last time we spoke, you told me that you didn’t want anything from me. Now you’re saying you missed me, it doesn’t make sense”.
Billy grimaces and a shadow crosses his face. “I didn’t make sense when it came to you” he declares, “Logic hasn’t applied in a while in our relationship”, and you catch your breath, because his words hit close to home. He feels it too, the magnetic pull between the two of you. The way you both lose reason when you’re close to each other.
“What I want... is to talk to you. Truly, honestly, about what’s happened in the last few years. I want to sort things out, work through them. I don’t want to go through another year without talking to you.” 
 You gulp again, before biting you lower lip. “Do you think we’ll be able to have a mature, adult conversation?” 
Billy uncrosses his arms and steps closer to you. “Yes” he answers, and he seems truthful. “I wanna be friends, for real.” You look into his eyes, searching for a lie.
“I know things have been hectic between us, I know I’ve been an asshole.” You nervously chuckle and put a hand over your mouth, unbelieving. “But to be honest, you’ve fucked up too” he adds, and you nod slowly, agreeing with him. You’ve both been selfish, and erratic, it’s true. There’s no denying it.
“But I want you in my life. You’re important to me.” He says, and you lower your hand. He’s close to you, only standing a few feet away from you. “How about, we meet for a drink next week, and I promise I’ll behave.”
You smile before straightening your back. “I’m not going to sleep with you again” You warn, maintaining eye contact. Billy doesn’t flinch.
“I know. And I don’t intend you to”.
You look into his eyes, and see him. Your Billy. You recognize the person standing in front of you, and you feel warmth spreading through your chest.
“Okay” you agree in a breath.
A beautiful, bright grin forms on his lips, and you smile too, feeling weirdly relieved.
He crosses the distance between you and throws his arms around you. You’re surprised at first and stiffen, unknowing what to expect. Your face against his chest, you inhale his familiar, intoxicating scent and close your eyes, relaxing against him. He simply hugs you, and you stand this way for a while, reveling in his comforting embrace. He finally pulls back and looks into your eyes, and the tenderness in them makes your heart flutter.
“I’ll text you” he says, and you nod. He lets go of you and looks into your eyes, seeming to hesitate. You stare up at him expectantly, and he places a single, light kiss on your forehead, before smiling and leaving the kitchen.
You stand there, stunned and incredulous, a deep feeling of joy spreading through you.
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ramadiiiisme · 3 years
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WHEN IS THE NEXT CHAPTER OF TAKE ME TO THE WEDDING COMING OUT
Right now Nonnie!
Part 4
Take me to the wedding - Part 5
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At first you're not really sure what has woken you up. Maybe the bed feels too different or maybe you're too cold. Or maybe it's the soft kisses along your skin and the fingers begging for access, a dizzying hardness against your ass as you spread your legs for the digits.
"Good girl." Breathes a voice in your ear and it takes you a moment to place it, mind still hazy from sleep and the quiet thrumming of desire in your veins.
"Billy..." You whimper, arching against him when his fingers brush against your clit and the chuckle you're awarded makes you shiver with need.
"Even in your sleep you respond so well to me," He whispers, lips brushing your ear, hips moving against the curve of your ass as his fingers dip between your folds. "Already dripping for me."
"Please," You do your best to stifle a moan as two fingers easily slip inside you, your hand reaching back to bury itself in his hair to ground you. "Need you inside me."
"Yeah?" He asks breathlessly as his fingers moves, slowly scissoring you in what you know to be preparation but your body still remembers last night. You're ready and waiting, needing nothing other than for Billy's fingers to be replaced by his cock.
"Please, Billy." You can't hold back the moan this time, turning your head to catch his lips with yours, morning breath be damned as your tongue meets his, and his length twitches against your ass, a strange heat washing over you at the knowledge of how affected he was by you. "Please fuck me."
"Your wish," He smirks, kissing you deeply as he props himself up behind you. "Is my command."
His hot skin against your back and the hand coming to rest at your throat are enough to make your eyes drift closed, breath turning into moans as Billy buries himself inside you, hips moving against yours as his lips and teeth find your neck.
"That's it, baby." You mumble, arching against him to meet his thrusts as your hand fumbles behind you to grab a hold of his hair. "Don't stop."
"Wasn't planning on it." Billy moans in your ear, hips snapping against yours to make his point as the hand not at your neck snakes between your legs. "Not when you're being so well-behaved and begging for it."
"Billy..." You whimper, teetering on the edge as his skilled fingers and cock play you like a fiddle.
"Not yet, wanna cum inside you first." He grunts, the grip on your throat getting tighter as his hips snap against you, going deep enough for you to sob. "Wanna see it dripping out of your pretty little pussy."
He knows what he's doing, you manage to think before your mind goes blank, nodding in his hold as your entire being submits to him, taking everything he's giving you as he uses you like his personal fleshlight.
It's not that long ago that letting a man use your body for his own gains would have made you nauseous, but with Billy it's such an intoxicating feeling, having him take complete control and all you have to do to make him happy is let him.
His hips stagger against you and the breathy moan in your ear as he shoots his load deep inside you makes your need to cum so bad you're crying.
"P-please..." You whimper, afraid he won't hear you but he does, fingers never stopping their movement against your clit as he lazily fucks you through his orgasm.
"Cum for me, baby." He chuckles breathlessly in between kisses along your neck and shoulder. "Cum."
And like a good girl, you do, the orgasm so powerful you have to cover your mouth to stifle the noises you can't stop yourself from making. Billy isn't helping either, not stopping his movements until you're properly overstimulated and all but begging him for reprieve, collapsing back on the mattress when he snakes himself down the bed. With a dark look in his eyes he puts his hands on your knees, spreads your legs until your fucked out pussy is open to him and if you weren't so exhausted you'd be turned on by the way he watches his cum drip out of you. Without a word of warning he leans forward, dragging his tongue along your folds, lapping up your mixed juices, now and then letting his tongue dip inside you to make you squirm under him.
"Fuck!" Billy laughs, giving you one final lick before returning to your side, fingers softly caressing your side as he watches you and the way your breasts heave with every shallow breath. "Why don't we do morning sex more often?"
Cause that implies you spent the night, you think to yourself, the kind of intimacy you've been trying to avoid with him. Seeing him on his side, hair askew from sleep and pulling, and that sleepy smirk he's giving you so early in the morning makes your heart ache. Spending the night has always been vetoed by you, for this exact reason. Given an inch you'd want the mile and it would hurt too much seeing what you could never have on a regular basis, and so he's never spent the night in your bed. Until now.
"What are you thinking about?" He asks, hand coming to ever so softly cup your cheek, calloused fingertips caressing your skin.
You want to tell him, but he's too close and the sun shining through the windows banish the shadows of the night and makes it impossible to hide.
"The wedding mostly." You say, doing your best not to look at him. If you do you might crack.
"You sure?" He asks, voice so soft he has to know you're not telling him the truth and you can't help but meet his eye.
You can't say anything to that, there's no lying when those beautiful dark eyes are watching you, like how you imagine a child looks at you to tell them Santa IS real.
"How about some breakfast? I'm starving." You say, turning over and getting out of bed, feeling his eyes on your naked body as you look for something to wear.
"I could eat." He says, leaning back against the headboard as he watches you, that confident smirk on his face as the facade of Billy Russo returns. How sad is it that you're more comfortable with this side of him than the genuine, intimate person you've spent the night with?
Part 6
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voxmortuus · 3 years
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The Voicemail
PAIRING: Billy Russo x F!Reader
UNIVERSE: The Punisher (Netflix)
WORDS: 619
A/N: Just some Billy Russo angst and feels... something short to get back into the swing of my Billy stuff. I hope you enjoy this small fic.
TW: Slight Language | Angst | Feels
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He wasn't ready for this. He had gotten attached when he wasn't supposed to get involved. His body tensed when you slammed the door. Letting out a heavy breath, he ran his hands through his thick dark hair and closed his eyes.
"Fuck!" Billy snarled.
Standing up, he began to pace and think. He couldn't comprehend what actually happened; or how it happened, all he knew was that you were cashing in, and you were done. You packed the little things you had left there over some time, like the hair tie that was on his nightstand; or your chapstick on his bathroom sink. Those these things were small- they had a more significant impact on him than he realized.
Billy didn't know what to do; he was lost- he felt like he had nothing left. He wasn't the man he used to be. Billy would have shrugged it off and found the next cunt to fuck, but that wasn't the case. He actually had this gut-wrenching feeling of emptiness and loneliness. Billy didn't understand these emotions. He didn't comprehend why he got attached when Billy shouldn't; Billy never did before, and how was he supposed to respond?
"What the fuck?" He shook his head.
Looking down at his phone, holding it in his hands, and contemplated sending you a message, but he just couldn't. Tossing it on the bed, he walked to his kitchen and grabbed a bottle of whiskey, taking a long haul off the bottle. The burn was almost ignored as his face winced slightly, and he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand as he took another swig.
It had been a couple weeks since he had left his apartment. He didn't want to face the outside; maybe he was afraid of the temptation. He didn't want anyone else, he wanted you, and it showed. He felt it deep, and it was sickening, it was disheartening, and it was this feeling of overwhelming sadness. Empty bottles everywhere, the scent of liquor and smoke bellowed in the apartment.
He looked down at his phone, a photo of you two. It was something he couldn't seem to erase. Walking around his apartment, he decided to call you. It goes to voicemail.
"Y/N... I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I don't know what I had done, but I am sorry. Whatever I did, your actions are justified. I miss you. I'm not the same without you... I'm an asshole, a horrible person; please forgive me. I love you and I need you."
Tossing his phone to the bed and heads to the bathroom. Turning on the shower, he presses his hands against the wall letting the water wash over his body; the heat of the water feels good, comforting. His eyes shut, and he lets out a heavy breath. He had washed up a just stood there, feeling the water, feeling the heat, feeling all these fucking emotions that he hated. Trying to think back on everything that had lead up to this, he couldn't pinpoint what had caused you to leave.
Looking at your phone, you let out a heavy breath and want to delete it. But you choose to listen to it. Hearing Billy's voice, the genuine feeling in his words, you sniffle, letting out a heavy sigh. Slipping on nothing but a trench coat and heels you call a cab. When you get to his apartment, you walk to his door; standing there, you knock. When he opens the door in a towel, you open your coat. He stares at you, looking you over; licking his lip, he reaches for you and picks you up, and closes his door, taking you into the apartment.
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mresundance · 2 years
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another excerpt from a dune fic i'm working on. i actually had to rewrite the entire sequence this excerpt was lifted from, so. here’s a revised piece. 
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You think about him every day. You tell yourself it’s not because you miss him, or want to know him. It’s definitely not because you’re in love with him. You can’t be in love with someone you only knew for half a day. You’re just lonely in that shale hut with your mother, with only the ocean and the fish to talk to. The great ocean is vast and your conversations with him are always fascinating, neverending. But there are times you hunger for something more human. It had been nice to talk to Paul, to let him help you. To not be so alone.  
But you know he can’t be anything more than a pleasant fantasy: fine as gossamer and something you will never have. At least that is what you tell yourself in the nights when you touch yourself and think of river-stone eyes. 
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You’re cleaning salt off the deck of the Samuel when you see him out of the corner of your eye. At first you think it’s some trick of the early morning light, so you turn and look. A tall, gangly figure plucking his way down the silty footpath from the village. And it’s unmistakably Paul, between the fine features and the dark curls, which you can see even at this distance. Plus, he has that proud, almost haughty gait. You keep looking because you can’t believe it’s actually him. You wonder if your mother’s outburst has made you imagine him for some reason. 
He reaches the silvery wood of the docks and you turn back to your ship, wondering if you can perhaps hide from him. Maybe crawl under a sail until he’s gone. You weren’t supposed to see him again. But he’s already spotted you and running down the docks towards you. He’s all limbs, just like a puppy, and it makes you smile just a little.  
“Y/n!” he calls, bounding up alongside your ship, green eyes bright and wide, curls wild in his face.
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The cream white shirt he wears billows, making him look even younger and softer. He’s smiling and it’s not a half smile, but full and radiant enough to rival the sun overhead. You’re mesmerized and forget, for a moment, about anything else. There’s nothing left but him, standing on the docks and you, standing in your ship. 
He is impossible.  
“What are you doing here?” you manage to say after a moment. 
“Lydia said you’d be down here,” he replies. 
“I haven’t seen you in two weeks,” you sputter. 
You definitely didn’t mean to say that, because it made you sound like some love-struck idiot who’s been pining away. 
He blinks at you. 
“I’m sorry,” he says. “It’s been hard to get away. But I’m here now. What are you doing?”
And just like that he’s back as though he’s never been absent, as though he’s always been part of your days.
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nihilism-sofia · 3 years
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So this came from that post
@thinkinghardhardlythinkingogblog you asked and I delivered. 😂 but there’s so many other scenes that I unfortunately couldn’t find anywhere. And yes, @chailame is right, every goddamn work of his it’s like that.
Darklina
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Billy & Dinah
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Billy & Krista
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sheisraging · 3 years
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♡challenge:from your creations, choose gifs and do a split of before and after adding your colouring!
Thank you @floencepugh for tagging me!
I mostly try to brighten things up, but whatever I specifically do changes depending on the source file. I rely mostly on curves and selective color adjustment layers in Photoshop. :) 
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queen-haq · 3 years
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Fic: A Woman Scorned - Part 11
Fic: A Woman Scorned - Part 11
Pairing: Billy Russo x Reader
Rating: R for language and smut. NSFW (this chapter).
Words: ~2000 words.
Summary: You’ve been sleeping with Billy Russo for a few months now. Knowing his aversion to emotional commitments, you’re satisfied with your clandestine arrangement until you catch him having dinner with Dinah Madani one night. Then it finally dawns on you. It’s not that he doesn’t want to commit, he just doesn’t want to commit to *you*.
Billy may think he knows you, but he has no idea what he’s just lost...
Part 1  Part 2  Part 3  Part 4  Part 5   Part 6   Part 7   Part 8   Part 9  Part 10 
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Part 11
Billy smirked, pleased at how much his words had gotten to you. You unbuckled your belt before slipping on your jacket, huffing with anger as you got out of the car. He followed suit, circling around to catch up with you. Seeing that you were still unsteady on your feet, his arm encircled your shoulders. He wondered if you’d fight him but you didn’t, although you remained sullen and quiet.
Billy noted the security detail he’d assigned to you. Andy had parked in a convenient spot where he could see who was coming and going into the elevators. They exchanged a brief glance, which you were oblivious to. “Where’s your bodyguard?” he asked.
“How do you know about him?”
“Who do you think gave Roger boy the idea?” He replied back smoothly. If you found out he had one of his men following you, no doubt you’d have a fit. And Billy would lose his advantage when it came to making sure the crazy fuck came nowhere around you.
“Oh.” You seemed placated by his answer. “Today is his day off.”
“Bodyguards taking a day off. What could go wrong with that scenario?” he muttered. “They didn’t assign someone to cover him?” he asked, even though he knew he hadn’t. Andy had already informed him of that.
“They wanted to but I turned them down.”
“For a smart woman, you make really dumb choices sometimes.”
“You being a prime example of one?” she retorted back.
He smirked, grazing the side of your head with his lips. He missed your acerbic wit. “You hear anything else about the Adam guy? He hasn’t been bothering you?”
“No. Not at all.”
“Good.” Relief surged through Billy. Not that he’d expected the fucker to make any trouble – Adam would be very stupid if he had – but the guy was crazy. Andy had been on the lookout for him but there had been no sighting of him near you, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t contacting you. Now that you’d confirmed you hadn’t heard from him, Billy could breathe easier.
A few minutes later he entered your apartment, watching you closely as you took off your shoes and removed your jacket. You seemed withdrawn, quiet, as you ignored him and headed for the kitchen. He followed as you opened the fridge and pulled out a bottle of water. As you hastily drank the liquid, he came to stand behind you. “Hey, slow down,” he warned, pushing your hair aside so he could kiss the delicate spot where your neck and right shoulder met. Finishing the bottle, you simply stood, lolling your head back on his chest as he started unzipping the back of your outfit.
“So beautiful,” he murmured, languidly dragging down the sleeves of your jumpsuit. The top half fell to your waist, giving him free access to your back. His lips skimmed along your skin, peppering soft kisses, wet kisses, nipping you and biting you gently while his hands travelled to the front of your body, cupping your breasts.
Hungry moans escaped your throat, making him excited as he whirled you around to face him. Dying to taste your nipples, he picked you up and sat you on the counter, settling between your legs.
He bit your chin, his tongue scraping down your neck, trailing hot kisses down to your right breast. He took his time, he was in no hurry. He’d fantasized about playing with your nipples for so long and now the moment was here he intended to enjoy every fucking second of it. And he did just that, his tongue lapping up the hardened nub while his thumb stroked the other. He sucked and licked and tweaked, alternating between your breasts, while your moans grew more impatient, your fingers tugging his hair harder.
When you tried to unbutton his jeans, raking your nails along your erection, he gripped your wrists to stop you. You glared at him, your eyes burning with desire.
“My turn first,” he said coarsely.
“But I want to play with you,” you whined, eyes half-lidded. You angled forward to bite the top of his left ear, your tongue licking the outer shell. “Don’t you want me to do that? Don’t you want me to suck you off?”
Groaning, he cupped your breasts and squeezed them. “Later. After I’m done.” Your tits were beautiful and divine, your nipples fit perfectly in his mouth. He was fucking mesmerized by them, and you, and he got lost in the thrill of rubbing them again, even twisting them with his teeth and fingers – which you seemed to enjoy the fuck out of if the sudden jerk of your hips was any indication.
You were squirming and moaning, sometimes cursing him, other times fisting his hair roughly while he worshipped you.
When your orgasm struck he held you tight, his other hand cupping the warmth of your pussy, your body riding out the waves and reverberating against his. You nipped his shoulders, nuzzling his skin, and he simply hugged you for a long time, breathing you in, waiting for his heart to calm down.
“I’m going to the bathroom,” you murmured, pulling back to look at him. As you cradled his face, his eyes roved over every inch of you, memorizing every detail. “You’ll give me a few minutes, and then you’re gonna join me in the shower.”
He lifted his eyebrow, giving you a wicked grin. “I am, am I?”
“Yeah.” You looped your arms around his neck. “Now help me get off.”
“Thought I just did,” he said, winking.
You laughed. “I mean off the counter.”
He helped you get down, but didn’t let you walk away immediately. As the top half of your jumpsuit was still gathered around your waist, he sank to his knees and started rolling it down languidly, kissing the skin he uncovered. When he saw you wearing the most adorable underwear, a blue lace-trimmed pair with strawberries printed all over, Billy started laughing. He flicked the fabric. “These are fucking cute.”
You kicked him lightly, scowling at him. “Stop laughing at me! I was going for comfortable, not sexy.”
“Babe, these are sexy as hell.”
He patted your ass, still laughing while you stormed away.
***
Billy was ready to explode in the shower. You were on your knees, his cock in your mouth, sucking him off and he couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt this good. He gripped your hair, at times moving your head back and forth to make the sensation of your mouth on him even hotter.
As he glanced down at you, he felt a sudden desire to look into your eyes, to see you. It was fucking strange. “Hey,” he murmured, brushing your hair before lifting your face to meet his gaze.
You pulled your mouth away, but your fingers were still wrapped around his erection. You had the most mischievous smile on your face as you pumped him with your hands. “I never liked giving blow jobs. Did it just because I had to, not because I enjoyed it, you know?”
He scowled, really not liking the visuals of you going down on someone else. Actually, it pissed the hell out of him. “Stop. I don’t want to hear you talk about blowing other guys.”
You rolled your eyes, smiling, running your tongue along his erection.
A disturbing thought occurred to him. “Wait, do you not wanna do this? If you don’t like it-”
“With you, it’s different,” you interjected. Your smile was soft, sweet, but also mischievous. It did things to him, made him feel weirdly warm and vulnerable.
“I enjoy it,” you murmured. “I like seeing you lose your fucking mind over what I’m doing to you.”
His stomach clenched, his body taut with anticipation while you took him inside your mouth again. You teased him, taunted him, driving him fucking wild. He dug his fingers into your hair, harder and harder as your mouth sucked him off with equal fervor.
“Talk, talk, talk.” You dipped your head to the side, looking up at him again. “That’s all you do. You never shut up. Until I’m doing this.” You sucked him off again, playing with his balls this time. “And then nothing. No words. Just filthy sounds out of your mouth. I like this side of you.”
He did just that, grunting and groaning as you continued fucking him with your tongue.
“Gonna… come…” he cried out, warning you before he hit his climax. His body shuddered, he saw heaven.
But you didn’t move, instead swallowing his cum, something you’d never done with him before. He pulled you up to your feet, enveloping you in his arms, clinging to you in the bathtub.
***
Water showered your skin as your breathing grew ragged, your moans euphoric. Your leg was propped up on the ledge of the tub, and Billy was flushed against you from behind, stroking your folds, biting your ear, kissing the back of your neck, driving you fucking crazy. God, you were so desperate for him. You wanted him inside of you so badly but he was taking his time taunting you, his cock brushing against your slit without penetrating you.
His fingers thrust inside of you, slow and rhythmic, knowing exactly how to hit those oh-so-delicious spots that made you scream and writhe and grab the back of his head because your knees felt boneless and fluid.
And then he did something unexpected, he slid a third finger inside you, in your ass, and your body jerked with surprise.
“That’s okay?” he asked in your ear.
“Yeah… I think so.”
“Want me to stop?” he asked.
“No…”
It took a few seconds for your body to get used to the unusual sensation, with Billy slowly easing his fingers in bit by bit. Once it finally started feeling good, you pulsed your hips, urging him to continue. You started rubbing your clit, and he started moving his fingers again, evoking all kinds of sensations that made your body thrum under his touch.
Caught up in a haze of pleasure as he changed the rhythm of his finger thrusts, you were lost in euphoria.
“Y/N?” He pulled your hair gently to garner your attention but it just seemed to heighten your arousal.
You didn’t want to talk. You felt so good, and Billy was doing the most amazing things to you, and you just wanted to enjoy this moment. Suddenly he was turning you around and pressing you against the wall, forcing you to look up at him.
His dark, devilish eyes were focused entirely on you. Your heart was pounding in your chest. When he looked at you with such intensity, you couldn’t breathe let alone think.
“Mine,” he said, cupping your face.
It wasn’t a question, it was a declaration. A complete sentence claiming you fully as his own. It was terrifying.
Just when you were about to argue, he closed his mouth over yours, kissing you possessively, and you were lost in him all over again.
***
Billy’s head was resting on your chest as both of you relaxed on your bed. He’d just gone down on you and you were still recovering, waiting for your heart to return to normal speed. You were casually stroking his wet hair, pondering the events of the last few hours.
Tonight had gone nothing like you’d expected. It was supposed to be a birthday celebration, a fun night, something to keep your mind off your troubles but Billy had crashed the night, throwing you off-kilter like always. Somehow two of you were now in bed, your bodies tangled together. Yet, there’d been no sex. You guys had fooled around a lot, done things you hadn’t tried before, even your vibrator hadn’t gone untouched – but every time you thought he would fuck you he hadn’t. Instead he’d distracted you with some other move, making you lose all coherency.
“Why aren’t you fucking me?” you finally asked.
He shifted up to look at you, scooting up your body so he was hovering above. “Multiple orgasms not enough for you?”
His words made your cheeks flush, you were suddenly embarrassed for being so demanding. “Never mind,” you huffed, pushing him off. You turned to your side, facing away from him only for him to spoon you from behind, his chin wedged against your shoulder.
His voice was laced with bitterness when he spoke next, his hand smoothing down your arm and naked body. “Last time we had sex you picked a fight after and ran out on me. I still have no idea what I did wrong.”
You rolled your eyes, refusing to turn around to face him. Of course he had no idea why being fucked in a dirty alleyway next to a trashcan when he was pissed would make her feel like shit. “Yeah, sounds like I was being totally unreasonable. Maybe I was on my period or something,” you muttered.
He chuckled against your skin, still peppering your back with soft, wet kisses, hand spanning your belly. “Apology accepted.”
“I wasn’t apologizing!” you snapped.
“Yeah, well, I still forgive you.”
He was trying to be cute, and you were determined not to be swayed by it. Goddamn it, no. You knew better than to fall for his adorable act. “Billy, I want you to leave.”
“Nope,” he declared, rolling over and taking you with him so now you were splayed on top of him. His arms were locked around you, holding you tightly in place. “You don’t really want that.”
“Oh, you can read my mind now?”
“Of course.” Flashing you an incorrigible smile, he cupped your face and lifted his head to drop a kiss on the tip of your nose. “You’re mine now. It comes with the territory.”
Your smile stiffened. Every time he declared you his it made you angry, anxious and panicked. It infuriated the feminist part of you because you didn’t belong to anyone – you weren’t a toy. But it was the idea of being connected to Billy so deeply, intertwined with him to such a degree that you didn’t know where you ended and he began that terrified you. You gave yourself a mental shake. Those kinds of bonds didn’t exist for people like you. Relationships like that were for people who were idealists and optimists who hadn’t seen evil, who didn’t know how fucked up people could be so they were free to be vulnerable and share themselves with others. That wasn’t you. That would never be you. Frankly that wasn’t Billy either and it was ridiculous he thought it was. “You need to stop saying that.”
“Why?” His eyebrow shot up, challenging you.
“Because I’m my own fucking person. I don’t belong to you.”
He sat up, you did the same. “I get it. You’re a strong, independent woman. I heard you roar.” His fingers drew lazy circles on your arm, eyes deceptively soft, but then he gripped your elbow and pulled you roughly so you were crushed against him. His expression was dark, there was a savageness on his face which both thrilled and terrified you. “That doesn’t mean you aren’t mine.”
“Billy, you can’t possibly think you’re in love with me.”
“I’m not,” he scoffed. “You don’t love me either. That’s not for us.” His hand palmed your face, thumb swiping your bottom lip. “But this?” He gestured between you and him. “This is real.”
You didn’t believe for a second he was actually serious. A week ago Billy was still seeing other women – he’d been on a date with Dinah Madani for fuck’s sakes when you saw him last – and now he was claiming the two of you had forged some kind of deep connection? You laughed, you couldn’t help it. “Look, if this is some kind of play to get me to sleep with you again, you don’t need to bother. I want to fuck you.” Your hand trailed down his bare chest, feeling his ab muscles contract under your touch. Before you could reach below to touch his cock, he grabbed your hand.
“Yeah, I know you want me tonight. What about tomorrow? Next week?”
You clenched your jaw. Of course. “You want to go back to being regular fuck buddies.”
He started playing with your fingers. “But not like before.”
“What do you mean?”
His eyes held you transfixed in place. “We only fuck each other.”
Your heart started beating rapidly, your hands felt clammy. You’d waited to hear those words from him for so long but now that the moment was actually here you weren’t ready for it. You didn’t want this. If you were exclusive with him, that meant your feelings for him would deepen over time. You’d probably even end up falling in love with him, giving him complete power over you. Billy could hurt you. He could destroy you. Worse yet, if he turned out to be like your father-
No, no, absolutely not. Immediately you moved away from him and started dressing. “I have to get up early tomorrow, I have a lot of errands to run-”
“It’s okay. You don’t need to freak out.” He stood up, unabashedly naked, picking up his clothes from the floor. There was an arrogant smirk on his face as he slid into his clothes. “You need some time to get used to the idea.”
“Billy-”
“I have to go to Vegas for work for a few days. We can talk more about this when I come back.” He picked up his watch from your nightstand table and placed it around his wrist. “Walk me out?”
You followed behind him to the door, careful to keep your distance.
When he was out in the hallway, he turned around to face you. You were taken aback when he reached down to place a gentle kiss your cheek, a gesture very much unlike him. Your heart fluttered with excitement while your stomach simultaneously dropped with anxiety. It was like you were two different people, each going crazy over a different reason.
“Want to know why I didn’t fuck you tonight?” he asked.
You didn’t respond, still watching him cautiously.
“I won’t deal with you walking out on me again.” He cocked his eyebrow. “If you want me to put out, you’ll have to admit there’s something real between us.”
The sheer arrogance in his voice pissed you off. “Or I can find someone who’s not an asshole.”
His onyx eyes bore into you, the menace in them playing havoc with your thoughts. “Do that and you’ll be signing their death warrant.” He cradled your face, stroking your cheek. “Now go inside and lock the doors. Get some sleep. I’ll call you tomorrow.”
One minute he was threatening murder, the next he was being incredibly gentle with you. No wonder you were so confused. You closed the door, exhaling a deep sigh.
Tomorrow you were going to start your firearms training. The day after you had a meeting with one of Marcus Boyd’s shady contacts. Your topmost priority was making sure you felt safe again and that meant dealing with Adam once and for all. Nothing else mattered – not even Billy.
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thatbritishactor · 3 years
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Together we stand (part 6)
Pairing: Billy Russo x Reader 
Summary: Together We Stand explores the relationship between Billy Russo and Reader (You), over the course of twenty years. You meet as children, and you two are best friends until life tears you apart. You always find your way to each other over the years, although you witness him becoming someone you barely recognize. Billy is your weakness, the one person you cannot resist, and as he grows into a selfish, cold, manipulative man, you can’t let go of the Billy you once knew.
Warning: This part is rated Mature (SMUT), 18+, language (cursing)
Words: 2,900
The * indicates steamy/ mature content
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He grabs your face with both hands and his eyes roam over your face: he’s looking at you like you’re the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. Your eyes meet again, and he asks you a question silently. You slightly nod and he crushes his lips against yours.  
His touch sends an electric current through your whole body, and you feel like you’re on fire, shuddering against him. You’re still on your knees and you straighten your body settle between his legs. His touch is urgent and heated: he grips you tight to hold you firmly against him.
The kiss is hungry and desperate, and you reach for his hair, fiercely fisting it. He gasps in response and harshly grabs your hips, his hands possessively burying into your flesh. You love every second of it and want one thing and one thing only: the be as close to him as possible.
“Get up” Billy commands, his voice hoarse, and you obey, doing what he tells you. You get on your feet, your eyes fixed on his, and the intensity of his stare makes your knees wobbly, and your insides melt. His jaw is clenched when he gets on his feet, and he grabs your face with both hands to kiss you harshly again. You open your mouth against his and moan when you feel his tongue caressing yours. Your breath starts to hitch, and you wrap a leg around his waist, wanting to get closer to him. He grabs your leg and starts to lift you up, and you jump against him, throwing your arms around his neck. He carries you out of the bathroom towards you room, his mouth hot on yours, without breaking the kiss. He slams your bedroom door open and carries you to the bed, and you whimper when he savagely throws you on it.
You don’t have time to register what’s happening because he quickly throws his body against yours, kissing you again. His tongue in your mouth, his hot breath on you, and his hands roaming over your body make you lose your mind.
He leaves your lips and starts lifting your top off, kissing your stomach, your ribs, your hips. His tongue is hot on your skin, and you gasp to try and catch your breath, burying your hands in hair. He nibbles at your skin, teasing you, his teeth gently tickling your body. You gasp and softly wail at every kiss, every touch of his tongue. Your body’s on fire and the need between your legs starts to get overwhelming. He pulls your shorts off in a swift move and groans, looking at your body.
“You’re so beautiful” he says, and his voice is low and rough. You breathe hard, looking up at him, unable to form words. His eyes are glistening with lust, and you stare at his bruised, muscular chest, licking your lips. You sit up to kiss him again, demanding his touch. His hands clutch your hair while he places a hot kiss on your lips, and he lifts your top over your head. He grabs your breasts, his hands warm against your skin, and breaks the kiss to bury his face against your chest. Your breath trembles when he starts kissing and sucking at your nipples.
“Billy, please” you beg, and you hear him groaning against you.
“I’ve wanted this for so long” he says, and the hoarseness of his voice makes your insides clench with desire.
“Please” is all you can muster, and Billy understands your need. He glances one more time at you before he crushes his body against yours, lying on top of you, both of his hands keeping your head in place while his tongue ravishes yours. You can feel his hardness against your core as he kisses you, worshiping your lips.
His hands are grabbing your face possessively, and he moves them towards your chest, your hips, before he grabs your legs to wrap them around his waist. You instinctively start to grind against him, chasing the feeling of his erection against your wetness, and he groans loudly.
He stops kissing you, and you moan in protest at the absence of his lips against yours. He smirks, his eyes dark as night, and he leans his head back a bit, giving you another look before he slides off you. He maintains your body still on the mattress with one strong hand over your stomach before he sinks between your legs. He quickly slides your panties off, and you’re nothing but a wanting, needy mess against his touch while he caresses your legs, placing wet kisses on your inner thighs. Your body jerks against his touch, and you whimper, unable to stop yourself from reacting to his touch.
His tongue kisses your core, and he starts to circle around your clit as his hand firmly hold you in place. Your hands find his hair, fiercely gripping it, and he moans in pleasure as he starts to eat you out, licking and softly nibbling at your folds. You scream at his touch, feeling like you’re about to explode, as waves of pleasure submerge your whole body.
An impervious, deep need starts to build between your legs, and you sit up to look at him, gasping for air. He lifts his head to look at you, and the lust in his obsidian eyes makes you almost come right then and there.
“Please” you repeat “I need you to fuck me now” you say in a croaky voice you barely recognize.
He licks his lips, still tasting you, and brings his body back on top of yours to kiss you passionately, his hands around your face, angling you to deepen the kiss. You bury your hands in his hair again, marveling at the amazing feeling of his tongue against yours, and he leaves your lips to ask you:
“Condoms?”
“Bottom drawer” you answer, quickly glancing at your nightstand. Billy growls and opens the drawer, taking a condom out of it. He lowers his pants and his boxers, and you marvel at the sight of him, biting your lips.
He slides the condom on his length and positions himself back on top of you, and you wrap your legs around his waist, your wetness demanding him. You grind against him, rocking your hips and he starts to moan, burying his lips against your neck to bite it. You whimper at the feeling of his teeth against your skin, before sliding your hands between your body, grabbing his pulsing length, stroking it.
“I need you” you sigh against him while he positions himself right at your entrance, and you help him slide inside of you.
Both of you scream at the feeling of him entering you, and you close your eyes from the intense pleasure of having him inside of you. He hits every sensitive spot exquisitely, and when he starts rocking against you, loud, sinful moans escape your lips. He grabs your hands with his to place them above your head, interlacing your fingers as he slowly pounds into you, and you feel everything together, ecstatic.
Your hands escape his and you harshly grab his ass between your legs to guide him against your heat, and when his body brushes against your clit, your orgasm slowly builds inside of you. He groans and pants against your mouth, and you kiss him with everything you’ve got, feeling waves of pleasure surging through your body. You start to clench against his cock when you feel your orgasm coming.
“I’m gonna come” you moan against his lips, and he whimpers before pounding into you even harder, calling your name.
You cry out as your orgasm floods your whole body, shaking against him, closing your eyes. The pleasure is so intense that you forget who and where you are. He groans loudly against you, burying his face against your neck again as his orgasm overwhelms him as well.
The two of you get down from your orgasms, still intertwined, and he starts to place gentle kisses on your face: his lips brushing against on your forehead, eyelids, cheeks, nose, and jaw. You’re still catching your breath against him, your hands stroking his strong back, sighing as he places a demanding kiss on your lips. He carefully strokes your face, as if you were made of porcelain. He stops kissing you and you open your eyes, to find him staring at you. His deep eyes are tender, and it makes your heart expand in your chest. He slowly caresses your lips with his fingertips, before carefully slipping out of you, taking the condom off and lying on his back. He places his hand on your stomach as he stares at the ceiling. You proper yourself on your elbow to look at him, but you don’t know what to say.
“I’m so glad we finally did this” he says finally, grinning as he closes his eyes, and you chuckle before lying next to him on your side, your head resting against your arm. You study his profile, in awe of him, staring at his jaw, his nose, his dark eyes, and he glances at you, before putting a hand on your face, stroking your cheek. He’s never been this tender with you before, and it submerges you with a warm, buzzing feeling that’s spreading across your chest.
“Me too” you reply in a whisper, loosing yourself in his charcoal eyes. You try and find where the iris and the pupil start, but you can’t, as his gaze is pitch black. It’s always fascinated you, and you could spend hours looking at him, transfixed. He grimaces before he says:
“What about your boyfriend?” he seems worried. You raise your eyebrows, surprised by his question, and feel your stomach clenching.
“I’ll end things with him” you announce, and you can tell that Billy relaxes at your words. His hand slides to your arm and he keeps stroking your skin lightly in a comforting, sweet gesture.
“I’m sorry I’ve put you in this situation.”
 It shocks you that he’s being this considerate. You have access to a whole new side of him, and you weren’t aware that he was still capable of empathy. You feel weirdly relieved by that realization. “I didn’t know that you cared about Matt” you say in all honesty, and he rolls his eyes.
“Don’t get me wrong. I’ve fantasized about killing the guy at least a hundred times”, the seriousness in his dark eyes takes your breath away. “But he seemed good to you.” The anger in his gaze is quickly replaced by pain, and his hand suddenly stills against your skin. “He treats you well, he’s caring and… He gives you what I can’t” his voice breaks at the end of the sentence, and he lowers his eyes.
A silence settles in, during which you ponder on his words.
“It’s fine” you say after a while. Billy’s gaze flickers back onto your face. “I was going to break up with him when I’d start college anyway” you look away from his face and Billy chuckles.
“Why?”
“Because I didn’t feel like being in a relationship while I was in college.”
Billy frowns and his grip on your arm tightens a bit. “Why?” he asks again.
You smile, feeling queasy. “Because I wanted to have fun in college” you gauge his reaction: you know that it’s not what he wants to hear, but you need to be upfront with him. No more lies, no more pretending. With Billy, you either bare your soul or say nothing.
He looks away from your face, blinking a few times, and he sighs. “I really wish I’d done things differently”, his voice is flat. “I wish I’d have claimed you as mine from the beginning” he admits, looking back at you.
Your heart flutters in your chest. You are his… But you’re also your own person.
“In a way, I am yours” you lean closer to him, stroking his hair, his eyes still fixed on your face. “Maybe not just the way you intend.”
Your gazes meet and a soft smile spreads across his lips. “Well, I intend to show you that I’ll be there for you from now on.” It sounds like a promise.
“Billy... I’m going to be in Rhode Island next year”.
“It’s only four hours away.”
You smile because it seems like he’s looked it up. “But what are you going to do next year?”
He avoids your gaze, seeming lost. “I don’t know. I don’t have any… plans for the future. Except being with you.” He looks at you again, and the need in his eyes breaks your heart.
“You can’t say that.” You remove your hand from his hair and sit on the bed, staring at the wall. “You have to plan for your future.”
He’s put a hand behind his neck, looking up at you. “What do you suggest?” You can feel the sarcasm coming “That I join college or somethin’?”
“What about the military?” you ask, and you’re deadly serious. You’ve thought about it a lot, wondering what would be best for him, and for some reason, it seemed to be a good choice. It would give him a purpose, structure, balance. It’d help him express his dark side in a controlled manner. He’d be safer in the military then in the streets where he’d been recently stabbed.
“What?” he laughs “You can’t be serious.”
“You already have the skills required. You’re athletic, smart, you know how to fight”, he’s going to protest but you cut him off “I know you do, Billy. The military might help you channel your anger, your lack of purpose. You’d be a great soldier, I know it.”
Billy greets your statement, frowning. “But I’d be away from you for months.”
“I’d rather you be away because you have a purpose and you’re doing something with your life, than in prison.” Your words are harsh but they’re true. “If you keep doing this” you gesture towards his bruised face, “That’s what’s gonna happen. You’ll be locked up, and we’ll be apart anyway.”
He pinches his nose, sniffles, and seems uneasy, avoiding your gaze. He knows that you’re right. He just doesn’t want to admit it. “I thought you’d want to be close to me.”
“I do. But I also want you to build a life for yourself. Because I love you.” As the words escape your lips, a warm feeling spreads through your chest and on your cheeks. You’ve always loved him. Ever since you were kids. You’ve never loved anyone else. And you’re not sure you ever will. Billy inhabits a special, secret place in your heart; no one could ever replace him.
Billy glances back at you and rests on his elbows. “You do?” The hope in his eyes makes your heart crumble.
“You know I do” you chuckle nervously, putting a hand over your face. 
He reaches for you, and kisses you softly, deeply: a kiss full of promises and devotion. He pulls away, looking into your eyes, and you’re overwhelmed by his beauty again. He grabs you with you both arms, before he lies you down against him, your back against his chest. He holds you tightly as he places warm kisses on your hair.
“I’ll do what you tell me”, he states, and his voice is even and assured “Because I’m done disappointing you”. You feel tears coming into your eyes, and you snuggle closely against him. He groans when he feels your ass brushing against his groin.
“Careful, or I might have to ravish you again” he warns in a tense voice. You turn your head to the side to look at him.
“Oh really?” you ask innocently, and his dark eyes are filled with desire again, almost making you shudder. He groans and possessively grabs your face to kiss you. You rock your head back, losing yourself into the kiss, and he turns you over so that you’re lying on your back again. He slides on top of you, and you can feel that he’s hard again. You stare into his eyes, biting your lip, and he slides a hand between the two of you, his thumb brushing against your clit. You gasp at the feeling and close your eyes, he kisses your neck eagerly, sucking and biting at your tender skin.
He screams your name when he enters you, and after the two of you collapse on top of each other from exhaustion, he kisses you again, and tells you he loves you. You fall asleep in his arms, feeling safe, and drift away, dreaming of him.
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ramadiiiisme · 3 years
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THE TAKE ME TO THE WEDDING IS SO GOOD I NEED A PART 3
Nonnie, your wish is my command 😘
Part 2
Take me to the wedding - Part 3
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"This is where you grew up?" Billy's mouth drops open as you pull up at the gates of the estate and you make to get out of the car to enter the security code.
"It's not as great as it looks." You say, slipping out of your seat, unlock the gate and get back in the car only to find Billy staring. "Please don't look at me like that."
"Like what?" He asks but you swear you can hear some resentment somewhere in there.
"Like you don't know me." You sigh, checking your reflection in the mirror in the sun visor, your entire soul itching to get out of this conversation.
"I mean, do I?" Billy asks, pulling up the road that leads to the house regardless of his shock. "If you have this kind of money why do you work? Why do you have a piece of shit car? Why didn't you tell me?"
"First of all," You square your shoulders, the stress of being back home already putting you on the defensive. "I don't have the money, my parents do. I work because I like to earn a living and do something with my life, and I paid for that piece of shit car on my own by working hard for years so it's special to me. And I don't tell anyone I come from money because I don't want them to look at me the way you are right now."
The silence in the car is deafening and you find yourself regretting even considering coming back home. You can see the entrance of the house and your mother standing outside, waving at the car as you get closer.
"Look, can we just get through tonight?" You say, looking over at Billy who's looking surprisingly put together considering the tension in the car. "I promise we can talk about it later, please?"
"Okay." He says and it's as if the row has never happened, his eyes soft and warm as he pulls in in front of the house and waves slightly at your mother as she approaches the car.
"Darling!" She pulls you in for a hug and holds you there for several seconds, long enough for you to try to pull away three times before she finally lets you go. "It's so good to see you, you look healthy."
The comment kind of stings, you know she doesn't mean to be critical about your weight but she just can't help herself. If it's not 'healthy' it's 'skinny', 'hungry', 'did you eat on the way?' or the old classic 'you have been using protection haven't you?'. It's not your fault any little change in your weight shows directly around your stomach, and you can feel Billy's eyes on you as you shrug off your mother's comment.
"You look good, mom." You settle on, knowing there's no point in arguing with her. "Did you get extensions?"
"Yes, I have to keep up with the ladies at the book club." She giggles, primping her hair as her eyes travel to the handsome man coming up towards her. "And who might this be?"
"Billy, this is my mom. Mom, this is Billy, remember I told you I was bringing a date?" You fight not to roll your eyes as your mother giggles like a little school girl when Billy takes her hand, seemingly completely forgotten about having invited Tyler to sweep you off your feet.
"Billy Russo, it's very nice to meet you." He says and you wouldn't have been surprised if he'd kissed her hand, just to make an impression.
"Oh, call me Angela, sweetheart." Your mother giggles even harder and this time you can't stop yourself from rolling your eyes at the blatant flirting going on and instead turn your attention to your bags.
"Oh, don't worry about those," 'Angela' waves you off, surprisingly able to see anything other than the handsome man standing in front of her. "Your father can get the bags for you."
"Funny, here I thought he'd hurt his back again." You comment but your mother again waves you off, as if to say 'it's just a man-cold thing' just as your dad makes his way out to greet you.
"Dad!" You grin, walking up to meet him as you give him a gentle hug, careful not to hurt him.
"Oh, how good it is to see you." He says, responding to the hug with more strength than you'd anticipated. "How was the drive?"
"It was good, we're kind of starving though."
"Well, you should have stopped on the way." Your dad comments and pretends he doesn't see the outraged look on his wife's face.
"And you must be Billy." He says, reaching out a hand towards Billy who takes it with a confident shake.
"Yes, sir." He says, straightening up as if he wants to make a good impression and if your emotions weren't so jumbled you would have felt proud of him. "Pleasure to meet you."
"It's nice to meet you too, son. But do call me Bob, 'sir' is for the military. Did you serve?"
"Yes, sir- Bob. Lieutenant William Russo, Force Recon."
"A marine, huh? My daughter always did have good taste." Your dad winks at you and the blush spreading across your face and down your neck is making you sweat. "Now, let's get your luggage inside."
"It's okay, dad." You give him a smile, watching your mother go inside without even offering to help. "I've got it."
Part 4
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blissfulsaturn · 4 years
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When you walk in looking like this, 97% naked and those 3% that are keeping you from displaying your full nudity are not helping, with that silky hair and those dreamy eyes, bare chest, very short shorts, chest hair, muscles, skin, delicious lips, those fingers that are the sexiest part of your hand...you don't have the right to act surprised when a young teenager of 17 years, who is still very unsure about his sexuality and sexual orientation, drools over you, follows your every move, watches everything you do, listens to your every word, and in the end, loses his shit completely and gives himself to you to the fullest, when, let's face it...you were asking for it.
Just saying.
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hunnter · 4 years
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