730 days - billy russo x reader | part 5

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summary; billy tries to apologize about yesterday’s events, but things goes sideways.

warnings; angst, mature themes, mature laguage (MINORS D.N.I / 18+)

words; 1.2k

In the morning you woke up feeling strange. When you tried to sit up from the bed, you felt a sticky liquid running down from between your legs and your ass. You gasped at the feeling. You tried to remember last night and what happened after you went to sleep, but everything was blank after you passed out. As you walked towards the bathroom you still were feeling weird.

You were always feeling like after someone had fucked you the previous night, but no one had done that yesterday or they had…

An image of billy entering your room while you were only wrapped in a towel made its way in your brain and you gasped. Fuck, you had a sex dream about him last night and it felt… so good. It made you want him even more.

When you finished with your shower and got dressed, you went downstairs to eat breakfast as you hadn’t eaten anything the previous day. In the kitchen, billy was sitting on one of the stools in the kitchen island and tensed once he saw you. you couldn’t blame him, last night was… eventful.

“good morning…” you said softly avoiding looking at him and purred some coffee and started making breakfast.

When you were finished you put two plates on the kitchen island and served. You pushed the one plate towards billy and he finally acknowledged you.

“you… didn’t have to…” he said.

“well… what were you going to eat otherwise?” you sat down on a stool and started eating.

Billy couldn’t stop thinking about you. after last night he need for you increased even more. He woke up in the middle of the night again and jerked off at the memory. He wanted you again, but he wanted your permission this time. He knew that what he did what really fucked up and he wanted to apologize to you, yet he didn’t want to risk his chances on finally getting on your good side. He knew that you wouldn’t like what he wanted to tell you, but he had to do that at some point. He felt bad for using you like that, but was so aroused at the memory of you cumming undone on his fingers.

Once finished with your breakfast you proceeded to wash the dishes. After a while billy came from behind you and placed his plate on the sink.

“I can wash them, you made us breakfast after all” he said looking at your neck, only thinking about how bad he wanted to mark it up and nibble at it.

“it’s okay billy—“ he cut you off.

“no, I’ll do it, you can rest” he said and took the plate from your hand as he started washing it off.

“okay…” you whispered and sat back down on the stool.

You wanted to talk to him about last night, but didn’t know how to bring it up. After what happened last night, you desired him even more. You wanted to fuck him hard and rough for 24 hours straight. You ached and craved for him. You wanted to tell him about last night, so you did once he finished with the washing.

“so umm…” he looked at you “about last night…” his blood run cold.

“I’m sorry” he said not letting you finish.

“it’s okay…” you sighed “I guess… it was the tension from the previous events” you lowered your head.

“y/n, I’m really sorry, I have no idea what overtook me…” he exclaimed.

“it’s really okay bi—“

“stop saying it’s okay” his eyes burn yours and you looked at him taken aback “it’s not okay y/n. what I did was too fucked up” he ran a hand on his face.

“billy… I’m okay though…” you said and he looked at you as if you had grown a second head “you’re a guy and I understand that if you see a woman like you feel… you know…” you felt awkward as he kept staring at you “it’s not like you did something that I didn’t wanted” his eyes were about to fall on the floor.

“what the fuck are you talking about y/n?” he finally snapped and you looked at him confused “I fucked you! I freaking fucked you while you were asleep, that’s not okay and I know it… what are you even talking about?” he yelled and you gasped at his words.

“you… did what?” you felt venerable.

“I fucked you y/n, while you were asleep. I freaking came inside you that’s fucked up” he continued.

“what?” you were still trying to proceed what he had just told you and he was the one looking confused at you.

“you didn’t…” he breathed out starting to realize that you were talking about something else.

“I was talking about when you saw me…” you felt tears making their way in your eyes and you covered your mouth with your palm trying to stop your sobs.

“y/n…” he tried to reach out to you but you pulled away.

“don’t you fucking dare to touch me! You’re disgusting me” you said as you started crying as you felt nauseas.

“y/n…” he repeated your name but it was late because you had already got up from your seat and ran upstairs locking the door behind you, throwing yourself onto the bed and burying your face in your pillow as you sobbed.

A week had gone by and you couldn’t face billy yet. But why?

You wanted this too. You had touched yourself while thinking about him. You were begging silently for him to fuck you, so why were you bothering with that?

Indeed, what he did was sick, but you didn’t mind you just felt… uncomfortable.

However, you still wanted him. You wanted him to fuck for real this time, not while you were asleep, but you couldn’t bring yourself to face him. After a while of thinking, you felt hungry and decided to go downstairs to eat something. On your way you bumped into him and made the mistake of lifting your head.

You made eye contact and saw nothing but regret and pain in his eyes. You knew that he was sorry about what he’d done, he had even apologized to you, but you were embarrassed to see him.

“y/n…” your name felt like heaven coming out of his lips.

“yeah…” you said with a rasped voice.

“there’s…” he took a couple steps back, just realizing how close you two were “there’s a gala again tonight and—“ you didn’t let him finish.

“okay…” you made your way past him and he turned to look at you silhouette.

“I’ll bring your dress up…” he lowered his head and you didn’t answer him.

Great, just another night that you had to spend with him, looking happy and cozy.

Just… great…

To be continued…

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730 days - billy russo x reader | part 4

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summary; not having seen y/n, billy for the whole day bursts in her bedroom and he sees something that doesn’t let him sleep for the rest of the night.

wanrings; angst, mature themes, mature language, smut (unprotected sex, fingering, anal, not permissibly sex) (MINORS D.N.I / 18+)

words; 1.6k

The next day, you didn’t even dare to leave your bedroom. It wasn’t like you were afraid of him, but what he did brought you back all the trauma and pain that you had went through as a child.

You knew your father was not a good guy at all. He was more like, the worst man that ever existed. After your mother was found dead at your house, things went downhill. He started beating you up for no particular reason; he just wanted to let out some steam- as he used to tell you. once you came of age, you learnt to defend yourself and he stopped harassing you, saying that he wanted to taught you how to fight. Bullshit… he just loved violence. He craved it, but you hated it.

When you stopped thinking about all those things, you decided to take a warm shower to relax. You let the warm water travel down your body as you started washing your hair. You closed your eyes, but immediately regretted as billy’s face appeared. Your breath hollowed and your shook at the memory of you touching yourself while thinking about him. You wanted to do it again, as you felt aroused by it, but you were too stressed about yesterday’s events. You finally finished with your shower and hoped out of it as you wrapped a small towel around your wet body.

However, billy downstairs couldn’t stop thinking about you. it was 11 o’clock and he hadn’t seen you all day. He was anxious about you, it was as if he cared about you, but he wouldn’t let himself agree with that. Minutes later, he couldn’t stop moving at hi seat on the couch. Why would you react like that? Billy hated you, but once he saw the terror in your eyes, something broke in him. He hated being the reason of your nightmares and he didn’t even know why.

You didn’t even come downstairs to eat today. He was worried. Finally he decided to go up and check on you, whether you liked it or not. Once outside of your room he knocked on the door patiently. However, after a few minutes of waiting he frowned. His plan would go to waste if you were dead- he let himself believe that it was the reason of him feeling unease. He knocked again and again and again. He could hear nothing from your room, so he took a step back and kicked the door open.

As he did so and entered your room, you exited the bathroom with nothing but a small towel wrapped around yourself. Billy froze.

You looked like a goddess in all her glory. He couldn’t take his eyes off you. he was reliving the previous night, when he saw you in the dress that he had bought for you. he felt a weird feeling growing inside him and his heartbeat increased.

You couldn’t move too, as your eyes were locked with his.

He walked towards to you slowly and you felt your breath hitching in your throat. He was now standing right in front of you while looking down at your –almost naked- figure. He wanted you and he wanted you bad and rough. At that time he wanted to do unspeakable things to you. he wanted to be the reason that you would not be walking for the next week.

You looked up at him not saying a single word. He then placed the palm of his hand on your right cheek and you wanted so bad to lean into the feeling but didn’t give in. he exchanged his glare between your eyes and your lips until he leaned down so that his lips were almost touching yours.

You wanted to press your chest against his. You wanted him to feel you. you wanted him to want you as bad as you wanted him. Fuck you craved for him. He opened his mouth as if to say something, yet closed it again.

He wanted to cry by the frustration he was feeling at that moment. He wanted to take you right at that spot, but he didn’t.

He finally dropped his hand from your cheek and took a step back. You wanted to sob at his actions. He looked at you for a few more seconds and then walked out of the room closing the door behind him.

You clenched your chest. Fuck… what the fuck was that? You thought.

You felt dizzy, like you were about to collapse, so you laid down on the bed, not even bothering to change. You were feeling so hot right now. You throw your towel away and didn’t even try to cover yourself with a blanket as sleep took over you with billy being the main theme of your dreams.

Billy was feeling starstruck. He didn’t know what overtook him back then at your room. He wanted to punch himself in the face. He wanted to kiss you so bad, but he just left. He felt so lost when he looked in your eyes. You were soothing him, make all his stress go away. He felt at peace and that’s what freaked him out.

He sat up from his bed, not even knowing why. He strolled out of his bedroom and walked towards your room. The time was 2:30 in the morning and he couldn’t sleep. You wouldn’t let him sleep. That time when he tried to open the door it was unlocked. When he looked inside he felt his blood stop running in his veins and gasped lowly.

You were sleeping in your bed, your back at him, totally naked. He had a full few of your round ass, of your whole body and he wanted to touch you so bad.

He made his way towards your bed. He knew that what he was about to do was wrong, but he couldn’t stop himself. He took his clothes off, so that he would be completely bare too. He laid down next to you and contemplate for about five minutes what to do next. Without thinking anymore, he placed his hand on your hip feeling your warm skin under his touch as he slowly started drawing circles with his thump. He then guided his hand on the inside if your thigh. He felt you tensing and stop breathing for a second, but reassumed as you continued sleeping. His hand traveled a little upwards and found home at your heat. He moaned at how wet you were.

He ran his digits through your wet folds feeling the heat radiating from you. his thump rubbed your clit and you let out a shaky breath. He worked you for a good five minutes before he entered one finger inside you. he started pumping in and out slowly as he grabbed his dick with his other hand stroking it. He wanted you so bad, wanted to be inside you, but didn’t want to wake you up. He couldn’t even imagine what your reaction would be like. However he had another idea.

He pushed you slowly forward- with his finger still inside you- as he hovered on top of you as he slowly entered you from behind. You flinched a little and he put a halt at his movements, but when you let out a sigh he pushed further inside you. fuck you were so tight. He thought that he could cum at any second. After a little he started fucking both your holes as you were still passed out cold. His breath was shaking and he wanted you even harder but still didn’t want to disturb you. he placed his head in your hair smelling the aroma of your shampoo. He was in love with your shampoo. His head shot back up and his eyes widened at the thought of the big L word. The fuck was he thinking about? Suddenly he heard you moaning and pushed a second finger inside you.

He was feeling how close you were and that was brining him even closer to his high. He couldn’t believe that you were about t cum by him fucking you while you were asleep. He increased his speed a little still fucking your ass and he felt you clenching around his fingers. With his thump, he started rubbing your clit and felt you shaking as you finally came while triggering his high too. He came inside your asshole as dropped his head on top of your slowly as he was breathing heavily.

A few seconds later his slipped his fingers out of you, bringing them to his mouth to taste you. his cock twitched at how your juices were tasting and he wanted to bury his face between your legs. When he felt you tensing once again, he pulled out of you and kissed your head softly, before he slipped out of your bed, getting dressed again and leaving your bedroom, closing the door behind as he ran a hand through his hair, thinking about what he had just done.

He had fucked you!

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730 days - billy russo x reader | part 3

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summary; y/n and billy attend a gala that leads to the break out of a huge fight between them.

warnings; mature themes, mature language, angst, chocking (MINORS D.N.I. / 18+)

words; 1.4k

When you finally arrived at the gala, a battler opened your door and helped you out of the car as billy came around giving his keys to him. He came next to you and didn’t even look at you while he wrapped his arm around your waist guiding you inside. You couldn’t help but tense at his touch as chills ran through your body.

“drink?” billy asked simply once you were inside the venue.

“umm yeah…” you answered gulping at how out of place you were feeling.

You were at an event with the man that you liked, but was also your kidnapper. You felt weak, helpless. You liked being around him, yet nit like that. You’d love to be his partner and you’d help him with whatever he was up to, if he’d ask you without question. Apart from everything you too didn’t like how your father was like. He never treated you with love, care, never asked anything about your life, how were you feeling when you were at your downs. That’s the reason why he didn’t even try to look for you now that you were missing for fur whole days. Where did he think that you could be? Sometimes you were wondering if he even knew that he had a daughter.

“y/n…” billy exclaimed your name.

“yes, yeah…” you said taken aback.

“I said that your father’s here and we’re gonna see him” he explained looking around the room.

That was your problem, he was treating you like you were some object, maybe you were, but you weren’t feeling okay with him treating you like trash. What would he even do to you once he was finished with your father? Would he kill you? you exhaled shakily at that thought ad turned to him.

“so that’s why you threatened me to come with you?” you spoke.

“first of all, be careful with what you’re saying and second… that’s what we agreed on first place princess” he said as his eyes burned in yours.

“we? I didn’t agree with anything you said billy” you hissed back.

“shut up or I swear you’re gonna regret it when we get back home” he clenched his jaw.

“oh yes? What will you do?” you challenged him.

“I might not be able to kill you sweetheart, but I can torture you, dig my blade so deep into your skin. I’ll make sure to scar your pretty body forever, that much so you’ll not be able to get out of the house again” his grip on your waist tightened as your eyes widened “now, let’s go and find daddy Rawlins” he smirked and lead you through the crowed.

Seconds later, your father appeared talking with some older men.

“William!” billy exclaimed with a proud voice, wrapping his arm even more around your middle, showing of his dominance.

Your father turned around and you saw his eyes widening at the sight of both of you.

“russo…” he said as he turned away from the people that he was previously talking to “y/n” he exclaimed looking at you with disgust.

Amazing, your own father was disgusted of you.

“didn’t expect to see you here” billy lead smirking.

“why on earth would I miss a military event?” your father responded in the same tone.

“ right… more men to cry out for help, isn’t that right?”billy fired back and you saw your father clenching his jaw.

“in comparison to you, billy, I don’t need to cry for help. I believe that you are the one that has to do that, don’t you think?” he said.

“yeah, I don’t think so. y/n, what do you think?” he finally addressed you and your father glared at you.

You wanted to say that you should be the one to cry for help, but you knew better than that. You knew that if you were to disappoint billy, you’d pay for that.

“I think that you have to be careful dad, many dad things can happen when you’re not expecting them” you smirked as you felt a rush of confidence running through you.

“my own daughter… turned against me” he gritted his teeth and you knew that if you weren’t surrounded by people he would’ve crush both of you, if not billy then you for sure.

“don’t know what you’re talking about William, but If she’s your daughter, then she keeps calling daddy every night I fuck her?” billy grinned proud of himself and your jaw dropped as he turned you around to leave, before you saw your father’s hand tighten around the glass of whisky that he was holding.

“what the fuck was that billy?” you exclaimed once you were too far away from your father.

“what?” he responded having the same smirk again on his face.

“he’s my father billy, you can’t say things like that to him” you hissed at him.

“you’d wished for me to say even more things to him than what I just said, if you knew what he’s done” he said looking at you like a mad man.

“then tell me! What has he done?” you demanded.

“your place is to be my good little girl, not a fucking brat, demanding things” he gritted his teeth.

“I hate you! I wanna leave” you said and walked outside with billy following you.

“I swear to god y/n, if you do not stop right now I’ll fucking ruin you” he yelled once you were outside.

“for fucks sake billy, I would’ve just waited in the car, I’m not leaving, I know better than to leave you. I just want some space” you said as you felt tears in your eyes, but tried to shake them away.

“you can’t have space y/n. what do you think you are? I told yo—“ you interrupted him.

“a means to an end… I know. Now take me home” you demanded as you entered the car.

“fucking bitch” you heard him saying while he stood in front of his car.

You felt your heart breaking at what he said. You hated that he was treating you like that. Hated to be used like that. You just wanted to go back to your room at his apartment and cry your eyes out. Why were you feeling that way for him? Your heart was aching for him, for his touch. You should hate him. That’s what you were telling him, but that as just to get on his nerves, you didn’t actually mean it.

You wanted to punch yourself for not loathing him.

Once at his penthouse, you tried to make your way upstairs, but were stopped as he grabbed your arm yanking you behind, crushing you against the wall as he wrapped his other hand around your neck squeezing it.

“I told that you’ll fucking regret what you did?” he was furious as he was looking you in the eye.

“I don’t fucking care. You are a nothing russo and I fucking hate you to death. I don’t care what my father has done to you, but I wish for him to kill you in the most awful was while I will be enjoying watching you beg for your life” you fought back, using his words against him.

“i’m sorry princess, but that will never happen. I promise you, once I’m done with him, I’ll fucking kill you too. I will hesitate about it. I swear!” he whispered- yelled at you as his grip around your neck tightened “I’ll fucking skin you alive bitch” you saw him lifting his hand up, making you flinch at the movement and a frighten look made its way on your face. Billy was taken aback, not expecting that reaction from you.

“please…” you trembled.

“y/n…” he whispered your name as he dropped his hand from your neck, taking a few steps backwards.

“can I go up..?” you said with a shaken voice.

“yeah…” he nodded and you rushed upstairs.

Once in the bedroom you locked the door behind you sliding down against it while bringing your legs up to your chest hugging them and started crying as billy was left flustered at the entrance hall.

Well… indeed that night turned out to be shitty…

part 4

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730 days - billy russo x reader | part 2

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summary; billy threatens y/n to go with him at some gala

warnings; angst, mature themes, mature language, metions of blood, threatening w knief, masturbate (MINORS D.N.I / 18+)

words; 1.6k

A couple of days later, your father hadn’t even tried to communicate with you, it was as if he didn’t even care about you, thing which was upsetting you a lot. Billy was being kind of cold towards you, but it wasn’t as if you were seeing each other a lot, as a matter of fact that you were always locked in your room, which turned out to be billy’s room too.

The first night he tried to sleep with you, not in any suggestive way, he just attempted to sneak into the bed while you were asleep, but as soon as you felt something move besides you, you pushed him off the bed, resulting in him falling onto the ground. He never tried to do that again, it was as if he was respecting your decision, yet how would you believe that since he had kidnapped you.

You had missed human contact, in any kind of way and you wanted so bad to leave this house. Billy had even taken your phone too and you couldn’t talk to anyone. You were still mad at him, who wouldn’t be, but you managed to stay as much as you could away from him. However, you still liked him and couldn’t hold back, but think about how it would be if he one day sneak into your room again and started kissing you, then removing your clothes and then at the end, fucking you. you wanted him so bad and having him wandering around the house for the most part of the day that he wasn’t at anvil, was infuriating.

You had thought many times about touching yourself, but you didn’t want to give into him, didn’t want to let him know that he’d won. You hated that, your ache about him and you wanted to tease him back, but it was as if nothing was affecting him, or he was pretending so…

Letting out a heavy sigh, you made your way downstairs and into the kitchen to grab something to eat, because you didn’t eat lunch and now you were starving to death. In your displeasure though, billy was there too sitting on the couch watching tv with just a pair of grey sweatpants on. You tried not to look at him and opened the fridge to find something eatable. As you did so and closed it, you felt an arm wrapping around your waist and you were yanked behind and against a firm chest. Billy…

“haven’t seen you today princess” he whispered as he placed his head in the crook of your neck making chills run through your body.

“wasn’t that wonderful?” you said ironically and pushed away his arm from your waist, resulting in him to let out a small chuckle.

“couldn’t agree more” he winked at you as you turned around and you rolled your eyes.

“come on princess don’t be like that” he smirked and you didn’t said anything back, making him sigh deeply “anyways, there’s this gala tonight that we have to attend so be ready at 8” he said and sat back down on the couch.

“excuse me?” you exclaimed and he looked at you.

“what?” he simply said,

“I’m not going anywhere with you” you said and he let out a dark laugh sitting back up and walking towards you.

“you don’t understand princess. This is the reason I have you with me, to be my little doll that I’ll be showing of at your daddy” he smirked looking down at you “this is the only reason I’m keeping you alive” he continued and your eyes widened “yes princess, I decide whether you leave or not, me and only me” he finished.

“fuck you” you said with a trembling voice.

“you just have to ask sweetheart and I’ll obey to that” he grinned at your comment and your eyes widened.

“I’m not coming” you threw your hands in the air by the frustration and tried to leave but he grabbed you by the hair snatching you back at him while pulling from his pocket a small knife pointing it at your neck.

“either you’re coming with me or I’m slashing your throat leaving you here to bleed to death while I’ll be watching tv, your call” he hissed in your ear and you gulped.

“I dare you…” suddenly feeling more confident you gripped at his wrist digging your nails into skin, drawing blood.

“fucking bitch” he breathed out and pressed even more the blade to your throat.

“you need me, we both know that. You can’t kill me. What will your little buddy think about it?” you bit at your lip trying to hold back your smirk.

“I fucking hate you” he said and finally let go of you pushing you away with force, making you gasp “you’re still coming with me though, because even if I can’t kill you, I can kill your friends and whoever else you care about” his eyes darkened and you felt your blood stop running in your veins by what he told you.

“billy…” you whispered his name, feeling helpless.

“I spoke” he gritted his teeth.

“okay…” you finally gave in with a deep sigh.

“good, I’ll bring you up your dress in a minute” he said as he signed for you to go to room.

After a few minutes that you’d reached your room you heard someone knocking. Opening it you saw billy with a huge back in his hand.

“this is yours. Be ready by 8” he explained and left without a second word.

Moments later, you decided to open the back and inside you saw the most beautiful dress. It was a long, silk, black dress without a back and you felt definitely in love with it. Did billy bought it for you? looks like he might be a bastard, but he’s a bastard with good taste.

You finally went to take a bath, relaxing by the events of the day and tried to avoid thinking about what will happen later. Once out, you wrapped a towel around you and started daydreaming as you started with your hair routine, as billy had made sure to provide you with everything that you had back home.

You started thinking about him though, about how it would be to have him there right next to you. what if you’d attend this event as his actual girlfriend and not as a pawn. You wanted him to wrap his arms around you as he did earlier, you wanted him to kiss your neck and places more southern. Without even thinking your hand made each way towards your heat that was already soaking and not just by the water. You closed your eyes and felt your heartbeat increasing as you run your fingers between your folds. You rubbed your clit for a moment before guiding your fingers at your opening and pushing two of them inside you as you gasped. You pumped them in and out of you thinking about billy’s fingers. How good they were wrapped around your neck at firs day that you came here. You wanted him to bury them deep inside as, you wanted him to make you cum a thousand time only by using them… and then maybe he’d bury his head between your legs too.

You let out a moan at the feeling. You imagined that these were his fingers, he was the one controlling your body, your orgasms, everything… you wanted him to ruin you. with your thumb you rubbed your clit, feeling your high approaching as you imagined billy’s face looking right into your eyes.

“oh fuck… billy…” you moaned loudly as you came on your fingers.

Seconds later and after you had calmed down, it was as if you had returned on the planet earth and hoping that he didn’t hear you, you washed your hands and with trembling legs, you made your way back in your room to get ready.

An hour later you were finished. You had wore the dress that billy gave you as you combined them with your black high heels and had put on night make up. Once ready you took your small black and silver purse and made your way downstairs.

When you went to the hall that was leading to the entrance way, billy was standing there putting on his suit jacket and you couldn’t help yourself but check him out as he had his back on you. you finally decided to pretend as if you were clearing your throat and he turned around looking at you as you saw his jaw dropping at the sight of you.

“are… are you ready?” he asked after a few moments clearing his throat too.

“yeah…” you answered and walked towards the door as he grabbed his keys, but before you could walk past him, he grabbed your arm stopping you.

“if you dare to try anything, say anything or attempt to leave, all your friends are dead” he threatened and you gulped nodding “I didn’t hear you” he hissed shaking your arm with force “did you understand?” he asked.

“yes” you said.

“good” and with that you left his house and made your to the private garage that was in his building.

Well, that’ll be a tough night…

part 3

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730 days - billy russo x reader | part 1

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a/n; so, as a matter of fact that i’m leaving home to go to my uni, i’ll try to write as many parts as i can while i’m still here, so that i’ll be able to update when i’m away!

summary; billy kidnaps y/n and they’re having a weird interaction at his apartment.

warnings; mature themes, mature language, angst, abduction, suggestive themes, mouth spitting, chocking (MINORS D.N.I / 18+)

words; 1.3k

Everything happened so fast! At the beginning you were waiting for a cab to take you home, after a girl’s night out drinking your ass off at some bar and then an expensive black car stops in front of you and in a matter of seconds strong arms are wrapping themselves around you and a hand presses a white cloth against your mouth. You didn’t get to do anything as you were unconscious in a couple of seconds.

The next day you woke up with a start. You had a huge headache and you were feeling nauseous. Opening your eyes you linger your eyes around the room and realized that you had no idea where you were. Could have been a one night stand? Was it any of your friend’s house? Did your father redecorate the whole place overnight? No, no and no!

Where the hell where you?

Suddenly the bedroom door opened and you couldn’t believe in your eyes, when you saw who walked in. billy fucking russo. Did you actually had a one night stand with your father’s colleague. Indeed he was hot, so hot that no one could resist this man and you sure as hell had a crush on him since the first day that you saw him. To be honest, you wouldn’t mind fucking him.

“good morning sleeping beauty” he smirked as he stood before you on the bed with his hands in his pockets, giving out some kind of power.

“b-billy” you exclaimed his name, as you tried to adjust your eyes to the light that was making its way through the open door.

“glad you’re up princess, breakfast waits for you downstairs” and with that he exited the room, leaving you behind while being pretty confused.

Then it all came back. Your friends, drinking with them, having the time of your life and then you waiting for a cad, but instead a black rolls Royce pulled up in front of you, a man came out and then… you gasped panicked. You had been kidnapped. What the hell?! Billy… he had kidnapped you. he… you felt yourself wanting to collapse at the memory, but you were better than that.

Furious, you made your way downstairs and tried to find billy in this big ass penthouse. You had searched for five minutes when you saw two big wooden doors and opened them without a second thought. Billy was sitting in front of his chair, while typing something away on his laptop. You walked like a mad man towards him and hit your hands on top of his workplace with a thud wanting to make him look at you, but he couldn’t seem to care less. That made you even angrier.

“what the fuck billy?” you yelled at him “what kind of a sick game is this, huh?” he didn’t even bother giving you just one glance as he kept on working.

You walked around his desk and turned his chair around so he would be looking at you not, in which you succeeded.

“what is it princess?” he asked calmly as he made himself more comfortable in his seat.

“wha… billy are fucking serious?” you hissed at him as your eyes narrowed.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about princess” that ridiculously smirk made its way on his face again “didn’t you like breakfast?” he asked afterwards.

“you fucking piece of shit, do you think that it’s okay to go around kidnapping people in the middle of the night?” you said in a high pitched voice and he sighed.

“look y/n, I know that you have a lot of questions, but I have to work too so if y—“ you cut him off by slapping his cheek, thing which you regretted immediately as he sat up suddenly, wrapping one hand around your neck, chocking you.

However, instead of fright you were feeling a lot different. Billy was making you feel so weird. A rush of adrenaline made its way through your body as you felt yourself getting aroused. You were getting freaking aroused by being choked to death… but it was billy. Your eyes burned into his as he clenched his jaw.

“ya’re a little fucking spoiled brat, y/n, that wants to have everything in her life. That’s how daddy taught you to be anyways. While you’ll be staying here with me princess you’ll learn how to behave. I’ll make you my good little princess” he smirked as he tightened his hand around your throat.

You didn’t obey though. you spat in his face a dug your nails into the skin of his hand that was chocking you. you wanted to kiss him so bad right now. Billy snatched you closer to him and grabbed your jaw with his other hand making you open your mouth at him.

“don’t you fucking dare to spit on me again slut. The only one spitting here will be me” he leaned down so he was hovering slightly over you and while you mouth was still open he spit in it “now, swallow” you wanted to swallow so bad, feeling your panties being soaked by this moment, but you didn’t want to give in so easily. However, as you were about to spit back at him he placed his palm over your mouth and looked at you with a mischievous smirk “swallow” he instructed again and finally you obeyed “good girl” he said looking proudly at you “now how about you go and eat your breakfast sweetheart, before it gets cold?” he asked and you simply nodded.

You made your way into the kitchen with billy being hot on your heels. You sat down and just stared at your food. You had so many questions, but were too tired to try and get the answers out of him, so you asked just one thing, that you thought it was the most important one;

“why did you do it?” your voice was barely heard and billy came behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist while placing his chin on your shoulder, making you feel butterflies.

“you, princess, are a means to an end. Your father and i, you see, are not in such good terms… he owes me… something, so you’re just his little girl, that’s going to help him make him mad that even his princess betrayed him and slept with the enemy” he finished as he kissed your neck softly.

“but i…we didn’t…” you gulped.

“no princess. Unfortunately I didn’t fuck you, thing which I would gladly do, but one step at a time huh? The main target is to make your daddy pay for what he did to my buddy” he hissed in your ear and you couldn’t stop yourself from thinking how it would be to be fucked by him.

You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, relaxing in his touch, yet as soon as you did he pulled away.

“I have to go to work, make yourself at home princess. Your stuff are upstairs in the bedroom” he said “the entrance will be locked for as long as I will be at anvil, so if anything happens you call me right away, understood?” he asked looking at you intensely and you nodded “good girl” and with that he left, leaving you alone trying to proceed what had just happened.

part 2

730 days

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summary; y/n and billy go way back. two years ago the two of them managed to turn from enemies to lovers, after he had kidnapped her and forced her to pretend to be his girlfriend as to use her against her father, william rawlins.

warnings; mature themes, mature language, violonce, torture, abduction, angst, sexual content, smut (MINORS D.N.I. / 18+)

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summary; y/n and billy go way back. two years ago the two of them managed to turn from enemies to lovers, after he had kidnapped her and forced her to pretend to be his girlfriend as to use her against her father, william rawlins.

warnings; mature themes, mentions of trauma, violence, blood and torture, angst

words; 578

The rays of the sun hardly make their way inside the cold room. Your hands stings from the ropes that binds them together. Your body is trembling from the pain and your eyes burn from the crying.

730 days.

That’s how long you have been kidnapped by your own father, William Rawlins, a cruel, foul man, that doesn’t even aches for his own daughter. The only thing that motivates him is money… and torturing people.

Of course you didn’t know any of his doings from the beginning. That’s why, once you’ve learnt about them, he locked up in a small room for two whole years. You hated that man; you hated your father, hated being his daughter, hated being called a ‘Rawlins’. Overall, you loathed everything in your life. Everything except a man.

Billy Russo.

The man that you once hated, but now and for the past two and a half years loved more than anything. Billy was the only one that made feel alive, that made you feel like you mattered. You wanted to cry just by having a small glimpse of him in your head. Your heart was screaming for him, was pleading for him to come and get you away from this place that you’ve been trapped in.

But nothing ever happened. Billy never burst through the door to rescue you. You waited and waited and cried and cried…

So, as the time went by, you made up your mind and decided that you’ve had enough.

Days of planning later, you had finally managed to break through your bounds, after tricking one of your father’s men into giving you –accidentally- a pocket knife. Once you were standing on your feet, you immediately fall down due to the aching of your legs. Moments later you crawled towards the door-it was lunch time- and when it opened you knocked down the guard… and the other four as well and as you rose again, you run to the nearest exit that you had spotted.

The light hit you and you screamed as your eyes burned by being exposed to the sun after all these years. People were looking at you strangely and you couldn’t blame them. A woman approached you. You were terrified and your whole body was shaking so you run. You run and run and run…

Your head hit into a strong stern and your nose started bleeding at how sensitive it had became by all the beating. You tried to apologize, but no words could come out of your mouth. It was as you’d forgotten how to talk, due to only screaming those couple of years.

So you lifted your head.

You froze. Your blood stopped running in your veins. Your eyes widened and your jaw dropped.

He was there, standing right in front of you. He was the same as you remembered him to be, but… he looked more miserable now. Why?

Why? A question that had engulfed your brain. Was it because of you? No, it couldn’t be, could it? After all these years, did he even remember you? His eyes darkened and started glistening as he stood there speechless.

He remembered you, but why didn’t he try to look for you? However, all you cared about at that time was him. The man that had overwhelmed your thoughts while in captivity, was finally standing only a few inches away from you.

Your ex enemy and currently lover, was here. Billy Russo was here!

730 days before…

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A/n; finally guys this is the last part of my series!❤️ i hope that you enjoyed my annoying self and i’m so sorry for not posting for like… two months but my adhd self decided to self distanced himself from writting lol

Summary; Y/n dreams finally comes true, with the man that she loves to death.

warnings; fluff, mature language

words; 1.1k

Three years later

“tony come back you didn’t finish your cereal!” you yelled out at your two year old son that had just took off with his father, while holding your little girl, willow, in your arms.

“mommy I’m not hungry anymore.” Tony cried out.

“tony you need to eat your food if you wanna be a big boy” you told him.

“sorry honey but that’s a dump thing to say.” Your husband showed up out of nowhere with a foot-ball in his hands.

“if that was true I would be superman by now, not penguin” he said making your son laugh hysterically.

“well if penguin was like that and I was batman… damn… would let him kill me and then apologize about it” you winked at him making him smirk.

“it is a good thing then that you’re not batman and I’m not penguin” he said approaching you, making you roll your eyes.

“daddy!” your little girl squealed in your arms for her father.

“hey baby girl, love that your reminding mommy how she should call me at nights” he grinned as she took willow in his arms.

You were so grateful that your son had gone back to resume playing in your backyard.

“jesus billy, she might be ten months old, but she still can understand you in some way, ya know” you said rolling your eyes once more.

“then what if we leave willow with tony and go upstairs to have a more private… talk” he winked.

“in your dreams pretty boy” you laughed.

“indeed that is the only place that we’re having that kind of talk nowadays” he sighed.

“whatever bill” you said and went back inside to wash the dishes.

So, as it may seems, it is a fact that in those last three years you and billy had finally managed to built your own family. Tony was born almost one year after you reunited with your husband and turns out half a year later, your pregnant again with your little princess, willow.

Furthermore, you still kept in touch with pepper and morgan, but only through phone calls and etc., because you were still wanted back in the USA. Looks like your fight for mankind was not good enough for them to forgive you and let you return to your birth country, yet you didn’t mind.

You had built a new life here with billy, having created your own small family, so you couldn’t be more grateful about it. All your pain and all the shit you went through, belonged to the past now.

As for Curtis, he didn’t mind bothering you and billy again. You had learnt that he was married now, but still kept on talking to ex-vets. You were glad though that he didn’t try to come after you at all.

Your thoughts were interrupted as you felt your husbands arms wrapping themselves around your waist while he rested his chin on your shoulder.

“what are you thinking about?” he finally asked you.

Sighing you whipped your wet hands in a towel and turned around to face him. You wrapped your arms around his neck as your rested your behind against the kitchen counter. He kept his own arms still around your waist.

“I was thinking about how grateful I am to have you and our babies in my life” you answered truthfully while pecking his lips.

“i didn’t do anything about it love, don’t know what you’re talking about. You went through all that pain while I quite enjoyed myself in the making.” He smirked and you playfully smacked his arm.

“are you horny mister russo?” you smirked back.

“how can I not be if I’m having you as my wife?” he winked at you as he leaned in and started kissing your neck.

“I’m sorry to break it to you honey…” you said while pushing him away “but it’ll take you months to put your pretty hands on me again” you bite you lower lip.

“what?! No love you can’t do this to me… I can’t stand a day not touching you” he cried out as he tried to touch you again but you avoided him.

“nah ah, you said it yourself, you didn’t do anything more than enjoying yourself while I was having the worst pan in my life honey, so now is time for pay back” you said turning around and resuming washing the dishes.

“babe come on—and how long will this torture last?” he asked sighing.

“until I go through that hell of a pain again and manage to break your hand” you giggled.

“wha—you know to get through this I have to fuck you ag—“ he cut himself of as he reached out to turn off the tap while turning you around so he could face you.

“y/n…” he started.

“yeaaahh…” you responded while trying to hide your smirk.

“are you…?” he said.

“am I what billy?” you giggled and suddenly his face expression went from a confused one to an excited one.

“baby…” he said while tearing up and you couldn’t help but squeal while wrapping your arms around his neck again.

“yeah” you breathed out.

“are you…” he didn’t finish as you nodded your head positively at him.

“oh my…” he breathed out as he picked you up in his arms and spin you around making you laugh from excitement.

“I love you so much y/n” he said as he put you on top of the counter “you don’t know how lucky I feel having you all to myself love. Thank you, thank you so much for being my wife” he said as a tear spilled from the corner of his eye.

“billy…” you sighed as you whipped his tear off “I love you too honey, never forget that, you are my whole world and I would do a=everything in my power for yours and our babies’ happiness” you finally said as you leaned down to kiss his lips softly while he placed his hands gently on your hips.

“thank you for sticking with me billy” you both laughed.

“thank you for tolerating me, my love” he said back as he kissed you again.

“told you I dreamed about out family billy, thank you for making my dreams come true” you hugged him.

“cannot believe that I’m holding you right now in my arms y/n” he said while kissing your hair softly.

“what can I say, I’m quite of a superhero, am I not?” you said and you both broke out laughing.

You had finally found peace.

The End!

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Summary; Y/n learns that there’s a way to bring Billy back.

warnings; violence, mentions of blood, angst, fluff, mentions of death, mature content, mature laguage

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Five years later

“Morgan, Y/n, where are you?” you heard your father calling out yours and your little sisters name.

“In here” Morgan yelled back as you smiled softly at her.

It had been five years since half of the population vanished and since that day you had been living with your dad. When you finally found him due to the help of Captain Marvel, you felt a part of you healing automatically, while the other one was still missing Billy, your husband.

You had been so miserable when you lost him. That day you lost your whole world. Since then you’ve been diagnosed with depression and many more. Apparently, now, you had been leaving with your father, his wife- Pepper and their little daughter, that is your sister, Morgan.

That little girl became the daughter you would never had with Billy. You particularly raised her. You gave her all the love that you had left in your heart and you were always there to help Pepper out.

However, enough was enough and you couldn’t stand sitting there like nothing ever happened, doing nothing. The world had lost its hope. The Avengers were gone and whoever of them was left, had quit once and for all.

So, you were more than happy to welcome Steve Rogers, Natasha and that guy that you’d never seen before in your father’s house.

“Hey Y/n… how’re things going?” Natasha asked you while the others were inside talking about time travelling.

Crazy, isn’t it?                                                                

“Hi Nat, could have been better, I believe.” You admitted truthfully.

“Y/n, have faith in us, in you, we’re gonna bring everyone back. I promise you that.” She placed her hand on your shoulder.

“I don’t like thinking about him Nat, it hurts so fucking much.” You breathed out as you felt tears welling up in your eyes.

“I understand, I’m so sorry Y/n…” She hugged you.

When they finally left you went to talk with your dad.

“Yes sweetheart” he responded when you called out for him.

“I want to leave” you finally said.

“what? What do you mean?” he asked you shocked.

“I can’t stay here dad, when I’m learning that there might be a way to bring Billy back. I just… I can’t.” you broke down.

“Y/n I’ve risked everything to have you all here with me safe and sound. I can’t risk losing you, you all are my family, you are my first daughter y/n, I’m not leaving you go anywhere!” he yelled at you and you shot up from your chair.

“you’re only thinking about yourself, do you know how bad it hurts to miss someone and even more if you know that there’s hope and the people that are supposed to be helping you, are holding you back? Yes, you are my family, but Billy is too, he is my husband and I’m not losing hope on bringing him back. I’m going, whether you like it or not.” You said and left the kitchen.

A couple days later, your father finally joined you too and now you were with him, steve and scott in new York of 2012 to find the space stone, while bruce went to bring the time stone. Many things came up and steve and your dad had to go way back to get the space stone, but now you had to fight.

“promise me… promise me that you won’t use your powers, not even if he worlds ending.”

You remembered Billy’s words to you from the day that he turned into dust.

Bruce had snapped his fingers and hopefully had reversed Thanos’ doings. However, you knew that nothing was over yet, you had a very bad feeling of what was to come. Suddenly, you everything darkened and in a matter of seconds the whole building had collapsed.

You tried to recover as soon as possible, but you had no idea where you were at that moment, so you tried to search for a trace of light and you found it. You climbed up the big rocks and made your way through a small gorge on top of it.

When you got out everything was destroyed, yet you tried to find your father.

“dad!” you yelled out once you saw him.

“y/n” he breathed out and run up to you, still in his iron man suit.

“I thought that you died” he said while he hugged you.

“I’m okay dad” you reassured him.

Suddenly, you saw multiple orange wholes opening and a whole army of everyone that had turned into dust appeared.

You had made it. You had brought everyone back. Billy was back!

After that a huge fight broke out between you all and Thanos’… things.

At the end you were exhausted, but  you were still fighting. Blood was rolling down from your nose and you were feeling your insides burning, but you kept on fighting. A while later, you saw your father wearing Thanos’ infinity gauntlet with all the stones on it.

“no…” you whispered to yourself knowing what that was meaning.

And then snap.

Iron Man had snapped his fingers and slowly everyone from Thanos’ side was turning into dust. You quickly run up to your father where you saw Peter kneeled next to him crying.

When the others saw you the all took a step back and Peter got up looking at you sadly. You walked up to your father, finally, still feeling your body burning from the inside.

“dad…” you said weakly.

He slowly turned to you smiling. You were losing him.

“tell Billy I said hi” and with that he let out his last breath while you stayed there screaming above your dead father’s body as everybody was trying to pull you away.

“please… I need him…” you tried to breath.

“who do you need y/n?” steve asked while tryig to get you to stand up.

“my h-husdand…” you sobbed.

“I’ll get you to him, y/n… I promise…” he whispered into your ear.

And he did it.

Two days after your father’s funeral, you finally reached the island that you and Billy had fled to. You finally took a deep breath and opened the front door. When you walked in you were faced with silence and for a moment you thought that Billy hadn’t come back.

“y/n…” but there was he in all his glory.

You run up to him and hugged him squeezing him to death.

“where had you gone to y/n?” he asked you while still hugging you too.

“billy shut up and just kiss me” you said looking him in the eye, while tears were making their way onto you cheeks.

Billy wrapped his arms around your waist and brought you closer, before smashing his lips with yours.

For him it had been five days, but for you… for you it had been five years.

Now, you had the rest of your lives to make up for the lost time.

“I love you Billy.” You whispered while your lips were brushing against his.

“I love you too y/n.” he said and kissed you once again.

Part 12

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A/n; so i was thinking about finishing the series here, but then i had an incredible idea so please put your seatbelts onp.s. read the second a/n at the end ‘cause i don’t wanna spoil anything yet!!

Summary; Y/n receives a weird phone call.

warnings; fluff, angst, mature language, unedited work

words; 1.6k

Spring of 2018

It had been four months since you and Billy were finally leaving in peace, yet no upcoming pregnancy.

After that day on the beach and all the events that followed, you decided that you wanted to leave free for a little bit. Good thing that your ovulation was low and you didn’t actually got pregnant. Now, you were extremely happy that you could spend all the time that you wanted with your man.

You still kept in touch with your father and that’s how you know that he was intending to marry his- for so very long time- assistant- Pepper. You couldn’t be more happy about him. You knew that he loved her and you liked her very much too, so you wouldn’t mind calling her step- mother even though she was insisting on you calling her by her name, because she was saying that you wanted to be best friends- yes, she knew about you and Billy.

This morning your father called you again, to ask you if it’s okay with you to have another sibling. The first thing that came into your mind was that Pepper was probably pregnant, but no. He just told you that he had a dream that night that he and Pepper had a daughter called Morgan. You thought that was very sweet and of course you told him that you couldn’t be more excited about it.

However, he brought up the subject of having grandkids again, so you just rolled your eyes and told him that for the time being, you just wanted Billy all to yourself… he just called you ‘horny’ and that you need to calm your hormones down.

After you finished talking to him, you went in the kitchen to find your husband cooking. You approached him and wrapped your arms around his waist, placing your chin on his shoulder.

“Hello love…” He smiled down at you.

“Hi.” You blushed.

You couldn’t believe that after all these years, he still was able to make you blush without even trying.

“What are you cooking?” You asked him then.

“Your favorite, y/f/f.” He told you making you squeal and tighten your grip around his torso even more.

“I love you I love you I love you.” You giggled while standing on your toes and kissing his cheek multiple times making him giggle.

“You’re so cute.” He said while turning around, wrapping his arms around your thighs and lifting you onto the kitchen island as placed himself between your legs.

“No! You’re cute.” You fired back laughing.

He laughed with you and brought your lips into a loving kiss, while having his hands gently placed on your waist drawing circles under your shirt. By the time, the kiss deepened and your guided your own hands around his neck, bringing him even closer, as he squeezed the flesh of your waist.

“I love you too sweetheart.” He smiled when he pulled away, but before you could say anything he attacked his lips onto yours once more, kissing you even more passionately this time.

The palm of his hand started going downwards and stopped when he had finally grabbed your ass, slapping it playfully making you yelp into the kiss. As the kiss started getting even more heated, you heard your phone ringing and pulled away with a groan.

“Weren’t you just talking with your father?” Billy asked frustrated.

You didn’t answer him, because you were taken aback with the caller ID. It was an unknown number calling from the USA. You immediately panicked thinking that somehow Homeland had found out about your whereabouts.

“What is it?” Billy asked more worried now.

“I… it’s from the States.” You finally said making Billy’s eyes go wide.

“Don’t answer it.” He told you making you look at him with a arched brow.

“Are fucking stupid Billy that I’m going to answer the freaking phone when someone calls me from the States as we are actually wanted criminals?” You said sarcastically.

“That sounds so hot when you say it.” He smirked.

“Shut up Bill.” You said and your phone finally stopped ringing making you let out a deep breath.

“Thank God…” You exclaimed, but sooner or later it started ringing again.

“Turn it off.” Billy instructed.

“Wha—”

“Turn it the fuck off, Y/n.” He repeated, but you didn’t move so he just grabbed your phone and pressed the off button.

“Ughh…” He sighed as he placed his head in the crook of your neck.

“It’s okay, Billy, they won’t find us. I promise.” You said while stroking his hair.

“But what if they already did? Who was calling you Y/n?” He asked you concerned.

“I don’t know Billy, but I promise you that if someone will ever try to hurt yo—”

“Don’t you dare say that you’re gonna use your powers.” He cut you off.

“But—”

“No buts Y/n. You remember what happened last time. You don’t even know what I went through when you collapsed that day in my arms Y/n. It felt like I had just lost my whole world. I can’t get through that again, please.” He pleaded with tears threatening to spill from his eyes.

You were speechless.

“Promise me… promise me that you won’t use your powers, not even if the worlds ending.” He begged you.

“I promise you Billy, I won’t use my powers.” You finally said, kissing his forehead.

A few hours later, you had eaten your food and now you were both cuddled on the sofa while watching your favorite movie. Billy had literally spoiled you.

“Are you alright?” He asked as he saw your eyes closing.

“Hmm… just sleepy is all…” You said yawning.

“Time to take my Queen to bed then.” He said and got out of your arms before lifting you off the couch- bridal style- and leading you to your bedroom.

When he laid you down, you wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him softly.

“Please, lay with me.” You pleaded.

“Okay baby, just wait a second to go downstairs to turn off the lights.” He exclaimed softly as he kissed your forehead and left.

Several minutes later, Billy hadn’t come back yet. Suddenly, reality hits you and you thought that someone had captured him. Panicked and worried you shot up from the bed and grabbed one of Billy’s guns that he had on his nightstand, before making your way downstairs carefully.

When you reached the living room, the lights were still on and the TV was playing the movie that you were watching previously. As you started searching the house, you didn’t find any evidence that someone had broken in. When you entered the kitchen, you found silence, but you saw your phone on top of the counter where you had left it in the morning. A thought crossed your mind then that the caller had to do something with Billy’s disappearance.

So, with no Billy around you grabbed your phone and turned it on, deciding to call back whoever had called you in the morning.

After a few seconds someone picked it up.

“Yes…” You heard a familiar voice.

“Who is this” You finally asked.

“Y/n?” You heard the person saying your name.

“Yes, it’s me Y/n, now tell who the fuck are you and why did you call me!” You demanded.

“Y/n it’s me, Bruce, Bruce Banner.” He said making you gasp.

“What? Bruce?” You were so confused.

“Y/n I called you because something terrible happened. Thank God your still here.” He sighed.

“Bruce, what’s going on?” You asked worried as you made your way to the living room where the lights were still on, in hopes that Billy had reappeared in some kind of way.

“I was in some planet with Thor and Loki and then Thanos appeared and I came back to the Earth and Stephen was here, Stephen Strange and something bad had happened and we called your father, Tony and he came and then I wanted to call you too, but you weren’t answering your phone and then that thing appeared in the sky and those three weird people, God if I can even call them ‘people’, came and then there was a fight, and Peter and your dad and Stephen went into that spaceship which took of to space and then we went to Wakanda and then there was an even bigger fight an—”

“MY FATHER WENT TO WHERE?! WHAT ARE YOU SAYING BRUCE?” You practically screamed into the phone.

“I’m so sorry Y/n…” Bruce said.

“You’re w—” You had started crying when you saw a shell of dust on the floor.

“Y/n, are you okay?” Bruce asked concerned due to your silence.

You looked at it confused and kneeled down to exam it.

“What happened next Bruce?” You asked him to continue as you were still curious about the tone of dust in your living room.

“You won’t like what’s next Y/n…” He warned you.

“Oh please my father is on space and my husband’s missing, what else could have gone wrong?” You said ironically.

“Billy’s missing?” He asked you worried.

“Yeah… and I don’t know what might’ve happened to him Bruce.” You said while trying to wipe your tears away.

“Y/n, when did Billy exactly disappear?” He said next.

“Like… thirty minutes ago, Bruce…” You sobbed.

“Y/n… 50% of the population of the Universe is gone…” He informed you and you choked on oxygen.

“What?!” You yelled.

“Thanos Y/n… he turned 50% of living species into dust.” He exclaimed and you felt like you lost the Earth from under your feet.

Part 11

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a/n*; i know that there’s a big timespan between the events of civil war and infinity war, but for the story’s needs it will be like 4-5 months difference

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Bre’s Boys Preference: Headrush

Oh boy, oh geez… I have no excuse except that I WARNED ya’ll I was gonna do this. PLEASE comment and let me know what you think. Also, these are pretty decent lengths, and I’m kinda proud. Anyway– lemme know what you think about this one! Bye!

(No Nick; I couldn’t get into it for him, sorry!)

Headrush definition: a sudden feeling of intense pleasure or euphoria

warnings: STEAMY, all smut, creampie, unprotected sex, anal sex, oral sex, dirty talk, orgasms, biting, dick sucking, squirting, hints of yandere behavior

Billy Russo: It was always the last orgasm that had Billy’s head swimming with pleasure. He took great pride in his ability to cum again and again with little to no rebound time; Billy was a soldier, a Marine, a sniper,so he had incredible control over his body. And yours. The first time he came in the session, Billy came on your stomach, grinning at the sight of his glistening cum on your soft skin. He leaned over, his long fingers stretching over your flesh, spreading his seed over you like a lotion, rubbing himself into your skin. The second time, he came on your ass before quickly flipping you around, sticking his dick in your mouth, and cumming down your throat. The last orgasm he got as you rode him. Billy sat back, dark eyes trained on you as you bounced on top of him. Your breasts were jiggling up and down in a blur of movement, and his hands gripped your thighs hard. He wanted to see his fingerprints on your skin later. You were moaning loudly, so prettily, and Billy arched his hips, groaning when he felt you clench around him in response. He knew what was coming next. He felt the tightness in his balls first, the telltale trigger before he bust. His hands, far from gentle, lifted from your thighs to slap down on your hips as he took control of the pace. Billy enjoyed lifting you up from his dick, leaving the tip in before slamming you back down over and over again until the room was filled with the sounds of your desperate moans, Billy’s deep grunts, and the wet slapping sound of your body on his. His eyes were still open, watching you, even as he felt the shift in his perspective. He was cumming, he was cumming again, inside of you, and fuck, it felt good. “Shit,” he hissed out, his head falling back against the pillows, “shit, fuck….” He felt himself twitch inside of you, still cumming, and he sighed. This was it. This was the best fucking feeling in the world. He watched as his cum started to leak out of you, dripping down onto his cock, still seated inside of you, and he felt his brain go fuzzy with pride. You were his. His. Only he could have you like this, only he could claim you over and over again and again like this, like he’d just done. As you trembled and shook above him, Billy reached out and pulled you down onto his chest, holding you close. You were his. Only his. And he’d be damned if he let anyone take you away.

Logan Delos: Logan would never tire of fucking you. God, it was like every fucking time was the first time. You always surprised him, no matter how well he knew you, no matter how well versed he was in the language of your body, you always found a way to make things new and exciting for him. Logan had you on your knees with his dick in your mouth and his hands on your head, dictating how deep and fast you took him. He liked to change it up, to go from fucking your throat so fast, there were tears in your eyes to slowly pushing his whole cock in your mouth, grinning as you gagged at the thickness. He had started this round talking a lot, telling you how pretty you were and how sweet you looked when you swallowed his cock. He’d made a point to compliment the fullness of your lips as you took in the fullness of his cock down your wet, warm throat, and it was as he was pulling out, playfully slapping your cheek with his drenched cock, that you said the words that took him over the edge. “Fuck Logan,” you gasped, and Logan felt a thrill go down his spine at the brokenness of your voice. He did that. He probably bruised your goddamn throat… “Logan,” you were holding his dick now, kissing it as you spoke, “you can do anything you want to me.” Logan closed his eyes and reminded himself not to cum yet. When he opened them, you were staring up at him with those pretty, innocent eyes. But he knew the truth. “Anything, huh?” He asked, taking hold of your head and pushing it forward, helping you swallow his cock, “So I can fuck your face, sweetheart?” You nodded, and Logan both felt and heard you inhaling through your nose, preparing for him. Fuck, he loved how willing you were. “What if,” he continued, pulling your mouth off of him with a “pop” as he thumbed at your swollen bottom lip, “I wanna put a plug in your ass and fuck your pussy till I’m empty?” “Yes.” He grinned, “You’d let me do that? What if I want to fuck you in the ass?” Your eyes fluttered close, “Yes, Logan, please…” Logan was done for. You were too good, too perfect, he could hardly believe you were real, and you were real.He took hold of his cock and pumped it, pushing it against your open lips. “I want you to swallow,” he said, and you did. You did because you were a good girl, hisgood girl, and Logan wouldn’t have it any other way.

Jax Teller: There were many, many things that Jax loved about you, but it was the way you looked when you took it up the ass that ruined him for other women. There were no other women anymore, just you. And you were more than enough. Jax had you in the classic face down, ass up position; they were throwing a party downstairs, so you didn’t have to worry about keeping it down. No one could hear you two over the music, so Jax was able to indulge in your moans and whimpers and cries, and fuck–you almost sounded as good as you felt. Almost. He had both hands on your hips, pulling you back to him slowly. Jax loved this, loved feeling the way your tight asshole curved around him, loved the breathy cries that came out of your sweet mouth as you rubbed your cheek against the cool sheets, deliciously full. He grunted as he continued pulling you back, grabbing handfuls of the soft, fatty globes of your ass. His rings pushed indents into your skin, and his mouth fell open when he felt himself push in another inch. He liked taking it slow; he had prepped you properly, of course, ate your pussy until you begged him to fuck it, fucked it, made you cum, and then used it for lube as he ate your ass, but he still liked to take his time. Your ass was so tight, and Jax was so big, so the stretch, fuck,the stretch was incredible, it was like nothing he had ever felt before, nothing either of you had felt before. And yet, that was the case every time he fucked you in the ass like this. It was always unbelievably unique, every time. Jax opened his eyes when he finally felt his pelvis bump into your ass; god, he was stuffed inside you so tight, Jax thought he could die then and there happy. It didn’t take long for him to start to move, and then he was fucking your ass, hips slamming into your bouncing ass as you moaned against the bed. Jax could feel his orgasm building, feel the rush in his dick, head, and heart, and he opened his eyes to look at you. His dick was absolutely packed in your ass, and he lifted a hand to smack it down against your asscheek, and then, fuck, you were cumming, and he was cumming, inside of your asshole, spreading your asscheeks so he could get in as far as he could. Jax stayed there, pressed against you, for another minute before he pulled out, chuckling at your whine. He watched his cum drip out of you and onto the bed, leaving a wet puddle beneath you. Smirking, he reached out and smacked your ass again, chuckling again at your gasp. “Jesus Christ, sweetheart,” he leaned down to kiss the center of your back, “I love you…”

Coco Cruz: Coco had never considered himself a morning person until you. He had been an early riser, yes, but not necessarily a morning person. But then he discovered how pliable and sweet and eager to please you were first thing in the morning, and Coco was hooked. He had your head in his lap, sucking his dick as he fingered you lazily. Coco had woken you up with kisses that had turned into you, voice nearly a whisper, soft from sleepiness, saying to him, “Can I taste your dick, baby? Please?” And how could he say no to that? Coco sighed as he watched you; your eyes were closed as you took him in, one hand wrapped around his dick, stroking the length of him while you sucked on the head like a lollipop, and your other hand was cupping his balls, gently but firmly rolling them around in your little hand like you knew he liked. You were always eager to please Coco, but your dedication to the task always seemed different early in the morning. You were more submissive, and god, it drove Coco crazy. He grabbed a handful of your hair, forcing your head up, and he could have cried with the way you looked at him. There was nothing but love and devotion in your pretty eyes. Shameless, Coco dragged you up to him, kissing you deeply. He rolled on top of you, tongue swirling around in your mouth, and mentally wondered how he got so fucking lucky. “You feel so fucking good, huh,” he gasped, grabbing your thigh and lifting it, opening you up for him, “Fucking sucking me so goddamn good. Almost fucking came, baby,” he kissed you again, this time harder, fiercer, humping against you, his dick was hard as a rock and wet with your drool and his precum, and Coco groaned, annoyed, when his dick slipped away from your soaking pussy. “So goddamn wet. Just from sucking dick. Sucia,” he grinned, kissing along your jaw, “Gonna let me cum in you?” “Yes,” you answered, nodding as Coco continued to tease you, “Yes, baby, yes, cum inside me., please, please, please!” Coco didn’t need to be told twice. He slid into you quickly, all the way, and you both gasped as he filled you. Coco had you cumming immediately, and that alone was enough to have his head swirling with emotion. He came too, grunting as he slammed into you two, three, four times as his cock drained itself inside your pulsating walls. He laid on top of you, resting his forehead against yours, and smiled. “Hey,” he whispered, bumping his nose against yours, “I fucking love you, baby. I love you.”

Angel Reyes: Every time he heard the click of the polaroid camera, Angel swore his dick twitched. He could feel the wet spot on his boxers, could feel his dick, hard and leaking, straining against the black cotton. He was aching to touch himself, or more accurately, to have you touch him, but the wait was necessary. Angel sighed, content, as he looked over at you. You were naked, on your back in his bed, legs spread wide, so wide that he could see how wet you were. There were photos littered all over the bed and floor, as well as discarded boxes of film. Angel made sure he didn’t miss a moment. “You are so goddamn perfect,” he sighed out dreamily. “Angel,” you whined, gripping your knees and spreading your legs wider; Angel got the message. He handed you the camera and dove in, his lips wrapping around your swollen clit as he stuck a finger inside of you. You were still so tight; it took a while to get you loose enough for his dick, but Angel didn’t mind. It gave him more time to worship you like you deserve and please you like he needed. You were moaning, both hands in his hair, as Angel ate you out. His dick was weeping pre-cum, and Angel had to hump against the mattress for even a bit of relief as he lapped at your delicious pussy. He heard the camera click above him and grinned; you were taking pictures like the good girl you were. He couldn’t wait to see them later, look back at the images of him touching you, holding you, eating you, and soon–fucking you. He wanted to feel your mouth, but he didn’t have any more patience to wait. Angel made you cum twice with his mouth before he sat up, taking the camera and pointing it downwards, taking a picture of your waiting pussy. He grinned down at you, “Before…” Angel pushed into you, your legs opening up eagerly as you took all of him. Angel loved stretching you out, he loved how your pussy would quiver when he fucked you; you had told him that he was by far the biggest man you’d ever been with, and you hadn’t been lying. Your mouth was open, a deep, wordless moan working its way from your core as you shivered beneath him. Angel took the next picture; a perfect polaroid of his thick, veiny dick inside of you, stretching you open like a pro. It didn’t take long for him to cum, overwhelmed by the intense feeling of joy that came from fucking you. He came a lot, pumping you full before pulling out and releasing the considerable last of his load on your stomach, painting you in his cum. The resulting picture he took stays in the back of his wallet and the front of his memory every single day.

Miguel Galindo: You were intoxicating. You were an addiction. You were perfect and precious and priceless, and you were all his. Miguel was draped on top of you, as close as can be, watching you as you came undone on his cock. He had already made you cum three times already; once on his tongue as you rode his face, then again when he fingered you, and a third time when he turned you around and ate you from behind, leaving a particularly harsh bite on your left ass cheek just because he can. Now he was on you, inside of you, memorizing the way your eyes rolled to the back of your head and how your sweet, plump lips fell open as he rocked against you. Miguel held your hair in his hand, keeping your face towards him, nose to nose with him as you shuddered and sighed underneath his hard, firm body. His other hand was gripping your hip, and every few seconds he would swipe his thumb against your heated skin. God, Miguel could watch you like this for hours. You were so utterly broken, so drunk on him, it made him feel like a fucking king–no, like a god. He was the one who made you feel this way, he was the one who you allowed to see you like this, to feel you like this. He was the one you belonged to. Miguel eyed you softly, even as his dick pounded into you, making you claw at his back in ecstasy. His mouth was only inches from yours, and he leaned in closer, breathing in your desire and swallowing your sweet, breathless moans. “Say my name,” he growled, the hand in your hair going to grip your jaw, gently shaking it so your eyes would open and land on him, “Say my name, mi amor. Tell me how good I make you feel.” You obeyed instantly, as he knew you would, and Miguel closed his eyes as you sang his name, “Oh, Miguel, fuck, fuck Miguel, yes, Miguel–” you were chanting his name now, over and over and over, and oh god, Miguel could feel your pussy clenching around him, and then he was cumming, he was cumming inside of you, hot spurts of cum releasing deep inside of you and raining down your warm walls. The way you said his name had Miguel shaking, it had him weak, it had him desperate. He needed you, he needed to hear you say his name like that for the rest of your lives. Slowly, he kissed you, his tongue moving against yours. He didn’t want to pull out yet. In fact, he wouldn’t. Miguel smiled against your lips; you were still muttering his name as your orgasm subsided, and he was determined to get you screaming it again.

Johnny Tuturro: Johnny could fuck you 100 times a day, and still want more. He had lost count of how long the two of you had been like this, wrapped together, rolling around in bed. It’d been a couple of hours, at least. You swallowed his dick after dinner, underneath the table while Johnny watched until he came. You had licked it up, cleaning him with your tongue, and Johnny had thanked you by picking you up, placing you on the table, and having you for dessert. He’d started with his face between your legs, getting those sharp cheekbones of his wet as he shook his head from side to side, making sure to taste every last bit of you. He had laughed, smacking your thigh, when you came. But he wasn’t done there; Johnny had turned you over, positioning you on the table on your stomach, legs spread, ass up, as he ate you from behind. It wasn’t long before he had been taking his clothes off and pushing into you, making you push up off of the table. Johnny wasn’t sure how long he’d had you on the table, but he didknow that you came twice before he was pulling out, picking you up, and tossing you on the couch. You rode him there, and Johnny had kissed and tweaked at your nipples as you bounced on him, telling you how fucking pretty you were. And God, you were. Your hair was a mess, your lips were swollen from kisses and his dick and from biting–both your bites and his–you were beautiful. He had almost cum on the couch, so he turned you over and had you ride him reverse cowgirl for a while, reaching around to pinch your nipples until he had you squirming on his dick, cumming again. Your legs had turned to jelly then, so Johnny had picked you up and carried you to bed, where he kissed you softly and slowly while he touched you all over. Johnny loved kissing you; he sucked on your tongue as he groped your breast, and all it took was two skilled fingers curling inside of you to have you cumming again. And then he was inside of you again, and he was calling you baby, and you were mewling and gasping and moaning, and Johnny felt your pussy damn near suck him in, and he knew what to do. He took two fingers, the same two that had just made you cum, and strummed them on your clit. He grinned, hips still slamming against yours, as he watched you howl with pleasure. You screamed his name out, and Johnny nearly sobbed when he saw the tears streaming down your cheeks. You were such an angel, you were crying. You were cumming and crying on his dick, and then–oh!You were exploding, suddenly Johnny’s dick and fingers were drenched, the sheets were drenched, and Johnny fell on top of you, toes curling as he emptied himself inside your dripping pussy. Neither of you spoke for a while, you just held each other, and Johnny closed his eyes as he cuddled against your heaving chest. Soon, he would get up and clean you up, take care of you. But for now, he was happy to float in time with you, still inside of you, warm and loved.

Rio: “Fuck,” Rio groaned, his voice deep and low in your ear, “That’s so fucking good, ma.” He was on top of you, hands on your ankles, keeping you wide open for him as he broke you with his dick. Your eyes were closed, Rio knew he had lost you to the ecstasy long ago when he first started working you over. He took his time with you, kissing you deeply while gently caressing your curves, holding you in his lap, both of you fully clothed, for what felt like long, torturously delicious hours before he had slowly started to undress you. Rio treated you like a gift, unwrapping you with great care, those long, talented fingers teasing and pleasing you mercilessly, brushing against you here, rubbing against you there. His kiss had worked its way down from your mouth to your neck and collar as he cupped one of your breasts, and you balanced yourself in his lap, one large hand of his gripping your ass–still covered by your underwear, as he kissed you senseless. Rio could feel you melting against him, could feel you becoming weakened from his touch. Still kissing you, he leaned forward, lowering himself on top of you as you laid on your back. You were naked save for your underwear, and he slid them off of you easily, taking a few extra minutes to finger you, smirking into your mouth as you moaned against him. You were soaking wet, his fingers were coated with your juices, and he knew there was no need for any more foreplay. He had to have you now. And so he took hold of your ankles, spreading your pretty legs wide so that he could look down at the glossy mess that was your pussy, all for him. It was almost enough to make him bust early. Instead, he slid inside of you and dedicated himself to making you as needy for him as he was for you. Rio loved having you like this; he watched your tits bounce as he fucked you, and he could hear the wet, slick sound of him pushing in and out of your pussy with each thrust. You were so wet, so good, Rio cooed when he noticed you trembling. “Oh, yeah, mama, yeah,” he praised, “that’s fucking it. Got your body shakin’ like it’s supposed to,” he leaned down, kissing at the side of your face, releasing his grip on your ankles to hold you close to him. His eyes were glued to you, watching the way you came undone because of him. “Give it to me,” he whispered, his voice nearly hoarse with desire, “Fuck, baby, let me have it–yeah, just like that…” He groaned as he felt your shaking intensify; you were cumming, and he pushed into you deeper, enjoying the way your pussy clamped around him. Rio came with you, a strangled moan erupting from his lips as he burst inside of you, filling you up until he was shaking too. He held you close, lips dropping lazy kisses to your forehead as his eyes fluttered close, “Don’t fucking move,” he said softly, “wanna fall asleep inside of you… I’ll fuck you again in the morning, yeah, champ?”

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Please let me know which boy was your favorite, if you had a favorite! And come on, which headrush did you like the most? Anyway thanks for reading, I’m gonna run off now and hopefully come back to some comments and maybe even some of you lovingly calling me a bitch/slut ;3

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Imagine being childhood sweethearts with Billy and the two of you managing to stay together through everything including his service and lots of arguments.

(Inspired by https://youtu.be/8C4zTdGtbdc)

Imagine convincing your long term friend Billy to give a relationship with you a chance.

(Inspired by https://youtu.be/jtK3QOfL-bE)

Imagine having a crush on Billy and you trying to explain to your friends at work why you never make a move when he comes in every day you work not knowing he is there and can hear every word and finds your being nervous around him adorable and the reason he in fact comes in every day is he likes you too.

(Inspired by https://youtu.be/JeQZY9_451w because Billy fluff that’s why lol)

Imagine going off on your boyfriend Billy after finding out he cheated on you with Dinah.

(So I initially thought about doing this as an imagine with John, but it just struck me very much as Billy. I also think he’d be absolutely pissed. https://youtu.be/52QuaHwewuk)

Imagine hanging out with Billy and Frank and them being amused when you put men who won’t leave you alone in their place.

(Inspired by https://youtu.be/jkNnceNJXz0 Also why did this flow so well? I guess all I can say is my brothers trained me well.)

“I suggest you get your fucking hand off of me.” You told the guy whos hand was groping your ass.

“Or what. You gonna sick your boys on me?” The man mocked. “I just want a little fun.”

“Oh sweetie they doesn’t need us to fight their battles. We’re here to make sure they don’t kill you.” Billy laughed as he took a sip of his drink.

“Exactly and all your behavior is showing me is that you apparently aren’t capable of holding an intelligent conversation or actually being able to woo someone so you have to resort to macho male bullshit and hope for the best. Sad for you I know that game. In fact my guys here are some of the most macho men there are and even they know better to try this. So I suggest you walk away and enjoy your night with your hand before you loose it.” You replied before shoving the guy away. “You ain’t shit and unless you grow the fuck up and show some respect you never will be.”

Imagine having been Billy’s high school sweetheart and him coming to you after he looses his memory and is on the run which results in the two of you falling back in love and being on the run together.

(Inspired by https://youtu.be/2B9fBFtBXhU)

Speak No Evil - Chapter One

Pairing: Priest!Billy Russo x Reader

Summary:You think that moving to New York with your husband will help with your marital problems. However, things take a much darker turn and you are forced to find refuge in two priests.

Warnings:fluff, swearing, mentions of death, lil bit of angst, complete au, not canon in anyway!

Words:2045

Disclaimer: I know nothing of the priesthood apart from how it’s represented in movies and TV shows (specifically, The Exorcist TV Show) so I apologise if anything is wrong!

A/N: Again guys, sorry for the silence! I hope you guys enjoy this I feel like it’s kind of a weird concept, please let me know what you think and let me know if you would like to be tagged! I love you all! xxx

Chapter I - In The Beginning

The gentle movement of the car was finally lulling you to sleep as your eyelids grew heavy and you let your head fall against the glass of the window with a resounding thunk. It sounded irrational and completely ridiculous but you had been scared to sleep on the plane but while your husband, Simon was driving the car you felt a lot safer knowing he was occupied. It was a terrible feeling to be scared of your husband when you loved him so much and you knew that he loved you too.

However, you wouldn’t dwell on it if you could help it because New York was supposed to be a fresh start and an end to your marital issues. A sharp pain in your left thigh woke you up with a jolt, it felt like long finger nails were digging into your skin. Rubbing your eyes, you looked down to see Simon’s hand on your thigh but he didn’t have the nails to cause you pain, they were too short but you could still feel the lingering pain.

You looked up at Simon, who was smiling at you and it was only then that you’d realised that the car had stopped, “sorry, Y/N sweetheart. I didn’t want to wake you up but we’re here.”

You looked out of the car window at the towering apartment building, you’d feel a lot safer in an apartment complex where there were many other people residing. You felt a strong sense of relief when you saw just how busy the city was, busier than Chicago.

The apartment was as beautiful as you remembered it from the viewing, it had marble worktops with high ceilings and huge windows. Simon yawned as the both of you dragged the bags into the hallway and he made his way to the bedroom, glancing over his shoulder with a raised eyebrow when you didn’t follow him.

You arranged your face into a smile, “you go ahead, I slept in the car. I’m gonna check out the neighbourhood.”

“Fine,” he nodded carelessly, “but don’t be long,” his warning sounded ominous and it sent chills up your spine.

Once you were finally out in the cold morning air you felt free, everything had been fine, great even until you went to Egypt on vacation about 4 months ago and Simon just seemed to change. He hadn’t done anything to hurt you but he still scared you, it was like you were walking on eggshells around him. You had been together since high school and in all that time he’d never done anything to physically hurt you. You were just so worried about him, maybe it was depression.

You walked past a pretty church with cherry blossom trees in the churchyard and you quickly remembered that it was Sunday when you saw people filing out of it. You had never been religious, you’d never even gone to church apart from your wedding and the times that your grandmother had dragged you along with her.

But, now you decided you needed all the help you could get, if doctors couldn’t help Simon, then maybe God could, though you had never been a believer. You looked at the priest who was saying goodbye to everyone, expecting to see a withering old man in a priest’s collar. However, what you actually saw was an entirely different thing.

The priest was a very handsome man who looked to be a few years older than you with dark hair and dark eyes, and a beaming smile. He looked like a Hollywood star, it was easy to understand why most of his congregation were women. As everyone left, he looked at you lingering outside.

“Are you comin’ in? It’s freezin’ out here,” he gestured for you to come into the church.

You smiled at him in thanks as you followed him into the church, you might not have been religious but you were certainly awe struck at the beauty of the church.

“Coffee?” the priest asked as he loosened his collar a little.

“Sure, thank you, Father…” you trailed off with a raised eyebrow.

“Just call me Billy,” he chuckled as he took you into the rectory to make your coffee.

“You’ve got a beautiful church, Billy.”

“Thank you,” he grinned, “so, who are you?”

“Y/N,” you smiled as you sat down at the little wooden table.

Billy nodded as he glanced at you, “cream and sugar, Y/N?” he asked with a smile that made his eyes crinkle at the edges.

“Please,” there was a comfortable silence as Billy made your coffee before he turned round and handed it to you, “thank you.”

“So, what can I do for you?”

You couldn’t tell him why you were there because you had no clue, really now, what would you say? “I’m new in the city, I um was just looking for a church,” you stammered, twisting your wedding ring nervously and Billy’s eyes followed your movements. It was plain to see the slight concern in the priest’s eyes so you turned the subject in him, “you don’t seem like a priest.”

“Yeah, that’s what everyone says,” a deep voice filled with laughter came from the doorway and you turned to see a tall man standing there, along with a pretty woman and two teenagers.

“Frankie!” Billy laughed as he got to his feet and hugged the newcomer, “thought, you’d left,” he gestured at you, “this is Y/N, she’s new to the city. Y/N, this is Frank, Maria, Lisa, and little Frankie,” he smirked at the boy who pulled a tongue at him, “Frank sometimes takes the services in Brooklyn, most of the time he lectures.”

Frank nodded at you with a small smile, “nice to meet ya.”

You smiled as you got to your feet, “nice to meet you too.”

Maria smiled at you, “where have you moved from, Y/N?”

“Chicago, my husband and I needed a fresh start,” you had no idea why you were suddenly blurting out the truth to complete strangers. But, Maria had such a kind face that you couldn’t help yourself.

“I like Chicago, what do you do?” she asked as she accepted a cup from Billy.

“Well, I’m in the process of writing a screenplay but for the moment I’ll be teaching at Midtown High.”

“We go to that school!” Lisa exclaimed excitedly but her brother looked you up and down, almost as if he was sizing you up.

“What’s your screenplay about?” he mumbled.

“Uh,” you laughed, you weren’t sure whether it was an appropriate subject for the children of a priest, “kind of about the supernatural, like ghosts and witches.”

Frankie’s eyes lit up as he grinned, “cool!”

You smiled as you drank your coffee and spent a bit of time with the Castle’s and Billy, they all seemed to be good people, Frank looked real terrifying at first but beneath the gruff exterior he was a real sweetheart. Almost as if you were in a daze, you checked the time and your heart lurched in your chest, you had completely lost track of time and you quickly got to your feet.

“I should get going,” you forced a smile, gnawing on your lip, it seemed that your forced smile didn’t fool Maria because she looked at you with polite alarm on her face.

“Is everything alright, Y/N?” she asked and you nodded reassuringly but it did nothing to quell the fear in your heart.

“Of course! Everything is completely fine, just if I don’t get home soon, my husband will have burned the apartment down with his awful cooking,” you laughed but it sounded hollow to your ears.

You bade goodbye to everyone, your eyes lingering on Billy for a second, you were nearly over the church’s threshold when Maria caught up with you, a white piece of paper in her hand, “Y/N,” she laughed breathlessly, “I know we’ve just met but I think we could be friends, I want you to take my number and you can give me a call anytime.”

You smiled – a genuine one this time – as you took her number, “thank you so much, Maria,” you were grateful to at least have one friend.

Thankfully, when you got back to the apartment, Simon was still sleeping so you concentrated on making something to eat as you listened to the city that was roaring to life. You were just plating up the food when you noticed Simon lingering in the dark hallway, you were so startled that you jumped and you sloshed your hot coffee all down your front.

“Jesus, Si! You scared me,” you forced a nervous grin which dropped a second later when your husband spoke in a monotone voice, his face in shadow.

“I think this damn apartment has rats.”

“Rats?”

“Yeah, rats! In the walls, I can hear the fucking scratching!” he sound agitated.

You seriously doubted that the apartment had rats but you held your tongue to appease him, “I’ll call a guy in the morning.”

—————–

Frank smirked over at Billy who scowled at him as he sat back in his chair as he took a swig of his beer as he pushed his food around his plate.

“So,” Frank began with a chuckle, “what did you think of Y/N?”

Billy opened his mouth to insist that he had no particular feelings about Y/N – which would have been a lie – but the words soon died in his throat.

“You like her, huh? I saw where your eyes were goin.’”

“My dad checking someone out? What a complete shocker,” Billy’s daughter, Ana laughed as she walked through the door, “sorry I’m late for dinner,” she muttered, pressing a kiss to Billy’s cheek.

Billy grinned at his daughter, 15 years old and she was already a carbon copy of her mother, “I wasn’t checking anyone out!” Billy defended himself as he held up his hands in defence, “and, even if I was, she’s married.”

Ana gasped as she stole a fry off Billy’s plate, “so unbecoming of a priest,” she smirked, making Lisa and Frankie laugh.

Billy rolled his eyes as he looked over at his daughter fondly, he was young when Ana was born, twenty to be exact. He was in his final year of university, dead set on starting his own security company, those plans took a complete nose dive when Ana’s mom died under impossible circumstances which forced him into the priesthood, everyone had been so shocked.

“If everyone has finished picking on me,” he laughed as he collected everyone’s empty plates and took them through to the kitchen.

Ana followed him through to the kitchen and pushed herself up on a kitchen counter causing Billy to raise an eyebrow at her, she knew he hated it when she did that. She smiled at him sheepishly but didn’t get down, “how was your grandmother’s?”

Ana rolled her eyes, “grandmother thinks that I need a female role model, I don’t think she approves solely of the church.”

Billy bit his lip as he glanced at his daughter, Ana’s grandmother had never really liked Billy, even less since Ana’s mom died, “we’re alright though, aren’t we? Just me and you.”

Ana smiled, “of course dad, but I think she could be right, not in the sense that I need a female role model but I think you should find someone, you haven’t dated in years. I’m sure there are plenty of women in your congregation would jump at the chance. I know that Dinah Madani only goes because she likes you,” Ava smirked.

Billy sighed as he got a can of soda from the fridge and threw it over to Ava who caught it with one hand, he tried to avoid Dinah if he could help it. She was an exceptionally beautiful woman but she was too forward with her intentions, “maybe you’re right.”

“I’m always right,” that was the air of self-confidence that she’d inherited from Billy, “so what is this married woman like?” she smirked.

Billy rolled his eyes, she really was insufferable sometimes, “she’s a new teacher at your school.”

Almost instantly, Ana’s face twisted with disgust, “it’s a good job she is married then, because you’re not dating one of my teachers.”

——————–

@moonheartsposts

As promised, a Billy Russo x Krista Dumont spanking scenario.

Therapy.

“Did you take your sleeping pills, Billy?”

The unconscious trembling in Russo’s knee stopped. His wide black eyes flitted to the woman sitting in front of him.

Plastic smile, neat clothes, a kind glint in her brown eyes. Was that genuine, at least?

He couldn’t understand if he felt more pissed or intimidated by the way she wanted to appear perfect. It made him shook his head in a coy, child-like fashion, and tighten the grip of his tapering fingers on his sweatpants.

Doctor Dumont leaned back in her chair, and he could sense she wasn’t happy about him.

“We talked about this, Billy,” she said, not unkindly, “You need to sleep.”

“I told you,” he growled behind his mask, “I don’t-need-the-pills to sleep.”

Pissed. He definitely felt pissed. That was the right sensation.

“Evidently you do, Billy.”

“You don’t know what I need.”

“My job consists exactly of that. I know what you need. I’m trying to guide you, so that you can see it too.”

That made Billy’s head whip up, and his hands freeze on his thighs. Maybe she was right, he thought, and by the way those bottomless black eyes were staring back at her behind the slits of his mask, Krista knew he was seeing reason too.

He nodded twice, then broke eye contact.

“Okay…” he said tentatively.

From the corner of his eye, Billy saw Krista lace her hands together on her notepad.

“Can you tell me what you do with your pills, Billy?” she tried again, same tone, maybe even sweeter.

He shook his head, thumb touching the other thumb, lips pinched.

“What about privileges?” she asked after a long, exhausted sigh.

At first, Billy seemed to perk up at that, then a hollow, dry laughter rippled through the air and Krista looked back at him perplexed.

“What? What do you mean? You mean some pudding shit, or… some poor nurse is going to pluck all the peas from my salad? No, thank you.”

“That’s not what I meant Billy,” she replied without losing the smile, and was satisfied when, after the umpteenth time trying to avoid her gaze, Russo’s eyes flew back to her.

“Do you want to use the gym? I can let you have that, if… you take the pills. And sleep.”

Billy exhaled sharply through his nose as he pondered that possibility and sat back in his chair. His leg started twitching again.

“You can… You can ask the doctors to let me use the gym?”

Krista’s smile widened.

“That’s exactly what I’m going to do, Billy. But you will have to take those pills. Do you think you can do that?”

“Sure,” came the sharp, unwavering reply.

They just stared at each other: Doctor Dumont smile seemed glued to her fucking lips.

( * )

That night, Billy laid in bed without closing his eyes at all: he didn’t want to go through those nightmares again, and mostly he was filled with a sort of restless energy due to Krista’s promise.

He was really eager to use the gym.

It was only when blades of the palest, coldest yellow painted the floor that he realised it was morning already.

“Shit.”

He tossed his legs off the edge of the bed and scrambled to his feet, fingers erratically searching for the pills on his nightstand.

They simply weren’t there, and he begun scraping his head with his fingertips, trying to remember if he’d took them at all.

“Shit. Shit. Shit.”

He twined his slim hands behind the nape of his neck, then the door opened and his arms fell loosely as he snapped his head in that direction.

“Good morning, Billy,” said Krista, her eyes thinning as she smiled at him.

He felt paralysed for a moment, then he blinked and looked away, fingers clenching and unclenching by his sides.

“Morning,” he muttered back.

“Did you get any sleep?” she asked with a cheery note in her tone that made him curl in himself.

Billy just nodded, looking at her from the corner of his eye as she sat down in her usual chair by the window.

She thrust out one of her hands to ask him to sit down too and, for once, Billy just obeyed without hesitating.

He kept his head down, his blunt nails digging into the soft fabric of his sweatpants.

“Did you dream of The Skull again?”

He shook his head.

“No,” he said flatly.

“You didn’t dream at all, Billy? Did the pills work?” Doctor Dumont sounded hopeful.

“I guess so, I don’t know,” he replied tartly, giving a shrug of his shoulders.

“You’re still irritable. Do you remember how many hours you could sleep?”

He shook his head, feeling very close to an outburst if she kept prodding at him like that.

“Can you look at me, Billy? Please?”

Seething, he obliged, and slowly leaned back in his chair.

“What?”

“Why are you lying to me, Billy?”

“I’m… I’m not. I didn’t dream any skull!”

“Did you take the pills?”

“Yes, yes I did. It ain’t my fault that shit doesn’t w—”

“There weren’t any pills there to take, Billy,” interrupted Krista, and for the first time, he noticed, she sounded nettled.

He felt his fingers go numb around the fabric of his pants.

“How do you know that?” he asked slowly, his voice muffled behind the mask.

“I asked the nurses not to give them to you. I was trying to see if you could be honest with me. And apparently you still don’t, do you, Billy?”

Something swelled inside his stomach. Confusion first, then irritation. He felt manipulated.

“Why did you… YOU BITCH!”

He’d yelled the last two words without even realising he’d sprang back to his feet, his chest heaving with every breath.

Krista looked surprised only for a moment, then she outspread her hand.

“It’s perfectly normal to feel like you feel right now, Billy. Why don’t you sit down?”

In response, he only leaped forward and kicked out of the way the small table dividing their chairs.

He closed the distance between them, towering over her scared, little, pathetic figure, his head slightly titled to the side.

“Billy,” she said, her voice sounding very weak, “Billy, please, sit down.”

A slap to her hands made Doctor Dumont’s notepad fly on the floor, and the many sheets inside scattered around on the tiles.

“Billy…”

She was clutching the edges of the chair, and he spotted a pen between her fingers. For some reasons, he went after it, bending with a snarl to snatch it off her grip.

Only, he never made it to it.

Doctor Dumont had seized his arm into an iron grip when he’d tried to reach for her hand, and used his muscles as purchase to hoist herself up.

He didn’t have the time to react, he was too surprised by what came next: her face flushed with anger, Krista spun him around, and while holding his arm still tight in her left hand, brought down the other one in a very loud, very painful slap on his clad backside.

There had been a hitch in his breath, and his hips had bucked forward, but apart from that, and the way he’d fisted his hands into balls, he made no effort to set himself free or react. His muscles felt deadlock.

“You - have - very - disappointed me - Billy.”

Each word that left Krista’s lips was spaced with another slap, her hand dancing from one cheek of his ass to the other, swatting all the way through his sweatpants.

The door bursted open, and a very flabbergasted guard rushed inside, obviously failing to understand the situation he’d just stepped into.

“Is everything all right here, Doctor Dumont?”

“Perfectly,” she replied through gritted teeth, her hand cracking unrelenting on tender flesh.

Billy’s eyes were pressed shut behind his mask, his brain focused only on the sting she was procuring, on the way he’d started shifting to avoid it, only to be rewarded by sharper smacks when she found out.

“Do you need any help, Doctor Dumont?” said the guard uncertainly.

Billy felt his face burning in shame, perfectly aware of the way his ass bounced with each slap, and at how pathetic and powerless he must’ve looked, as she held him like a five years old who’d just tried to run away after a mischief.

“Does it look like I do?” came Krista, brusque reply, and the agent stepped back, closing the door behind him discretely.

She’d stopped when talking this time, but as soon as the guard had left, she swatted him again, so hard on each buttock that the sound echoed in the room like a gunshot.

“Doc, please…” he finally said, and to his surprise, Krista let him go.

He slowly reached back for his rear, kneading it softly through his sweatpants, and a low, keening sound scratched his throat when he felt the throbbing pain left by her punishment. His skin was scorching hot, even through the layer of clothes.

“Did you calm down?” she asked sternly.

He nodded rapidly, slightly turning his head around to watch her.

“Yes… Yes.”

She left his arm, and exhaled a sharp sigh.

“I want you to get into your bed, Billy.”

He was facing her now, although he seemed to struggle to hold her stare.

“Why?” he asked cautiously, “Our therapy session…”

“This is our therapy session, Billy. And I’m asking you to get into your bed. Okay?”

To his surprise, she smiled at him, and he felt his brows furrowing behind the mask.

He dragged his feet to the bed and sat down on it gingerly. It was uncomfortable, but nothing he couldn’t survive. His long fingers curled around the mattress lips, and he looked down at the floor, suddenly feeling very empty and very tired.

“I want you to take these pills, Billy,” said Doctor Dumont, and her tiny hand appeared out of nowhere, with two tabs in it.

Billy glanced across the red skin of her palm, knowing very well it matched his smarting backside.

“Okay,” he said quietly.

She grabbed a glass of water from his nightstand and just when she was thinking that it would’ve been pretty hard to guess if he’d swallowed them while he was wearing a mask, Billy had surprisingly peeled that mask away from his face.

It was the first time she had seen him without it, and she remembered holding her breath, not because of the scars, they were— Krista didn’t know how else to put it— insignificant.

It was because of his eyes, that she’d felt like all the air had been kicked out from her chest. The darkest, sweetest eyes she’d ever seen. They looked different, when she wasn’t trying to stare at them through the slits of his mask.

Billy nodded to himself when he noticed she was staring and made a gesture as if to pull the mask back on.

Krista held his wrist, stopping him.

“Don’t,” she said softly.

“It upsets you. I… I know it does.”

“It doesn’t,” she insisted, and those black wide-eyes flitted back to her face.

“Besides,” she said, holding out the hand with the pills, “If I had eyes like that, I’d make sure all the world saw them, Billy.”

He stared back at her, surprised, for a long time, long enough for her to notice the small dot below his right eye.

Then he smiled to himself, his brows twitching, and delicately grabbed the pills from her palm.

He pushed them into his mouth, and Krista saw with satisfaction the work of his throat as he swallowed them down.

“Very good, Billy,” he pressed out with a fond smile, and bent to help him get under the bedsheets.

It didn’t obtain the reaction she had expected. Her fingers had touched the straitjacket the doctors tucked him in when he was making too grand of a fuss.

“Don’t… Please don’t put that on me.”

Krista shot the straitjacket a nasty glance and pushed it on the floor.

“I would never put that thing on you, Billy,” she said, and then she beckoned him over.

“Lay down. Get some sleep. Come on.”

Her eyes were sweet, and Billy looked from her open arms to her face and nodded again, doing as he was told.

His dark irises moved rapidly under his inky lashes, his brain whirring as the woman dragged the sheets over his body.

“I know…” he said all of a sudden, making Krista’s eyes snap back in his direction, “That I don’t deserve anything,” he continued, and his nose twitched at the last word, “But can I please still… get that permission to use the gym?”

Doctor Dumont stared back at him, a sort of determination in her eyes, in her tightly pursed lips.

“Billy,” she said firmly, “You deserve everything. I want you to never forget that.”

Billy’s eyes grew even wider with hope when she spoke, and he willed himself to nod again as he clutched his pillow in his blunt nails.

“You will go to the gym, first thing when you wake up. I’ll go with you.”

“Okay, um… thank you.”

Krista didn’t add anything else, just sat down on the bed next to him, and ran a soothing hand down his back.

He didn’t flinch away.

“I’m going to get sure you don’t have any bad dreams before leaving, okay?”

“Okay.”

After a moment, his dark eyes landed on her features.

“I’m sorry, you know?”

She looked down at him, tearing her gaze away from the window that seemed to have hypnotised her. She flashed him a smile as sweet as honey. And he was too sleep deprived to remember that honey was a trap.

“Please, don’t act like that again.”

“I wo… I won’t,” he stammered, and closed his eyes.

The last thing he felt before falling asleep was the touch of Krista’s smooth knuckles across his sharp cheekbone. Almost a possessive caress.