Hey people! Here’s my Masterlist, all my fics are Drake x MC because I can’t get enough of writing about them.
(FC Riley York: Danielle Campbell | FC Drake Walker: Daniel di Tomasso)
Nothing On But The Stars (NSFW)
Enough for you **NEW**
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Once Upon a Disaster (Series)
Ch 15 - Can’t Let Go **NEW**
Ch 16 - Love In The Dark (Coming Soon)
me @ me when I catch myself feeling emotions over an interactive story app
Why is my heart skipping a beat looking at this 2D pic?
Pairing: Damien x MC(Catherine Avery)
Book: Perfect Match
Word Count: ~ 3,900
Rating: M for language
Author’s Note:
Heyy everybody, how are ya? I’m late because I’m always late but it doesn’t matter right now because I’M FINALLY POSTING!!!
This is my first ever Choices fanfic so pleeease be nice and help me getter better with your wonderful feedback. There is mentions of Drake(from TRR) and Jake(from ES) and is based on a song called “Come Back When You Can” by Barcelona(link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WU58901vqwk ).
The one shot is basically a lot of my personal struggle, fluff Damien and some background to my MC. I hope the writers and just normal pepole who read this will like and identify, we all need to know that we are worth it!!
And a special thanks to @withice for being an amazing beta reader and helping me get this done <3
I don’t know very well who to tag so I’m just gonna throw some of my favorite people here and hope they like it: (feel free to let me know if you don’t want to be tagged or if you do haha)
@debramcg1106 @simplyaiden-blog @lizeboredom @writtenbycandy @drakewalkerwhipped @walkersdrake @naomisveil @nazarihoe @taliahunt @cocomaxley @mymandrake @confessionsofabrokegirl @the-everlasting-dream @mrsnazario1223 @honeylightningambition @walkerismychoice
Disclaimer: The characters don’t belong to me I just borrow them from Pixelberry!
“I’ve been led on
To think that we’ve been
Trying for too long
Every time we drift
Were forcing what is wrong”
“I’m afraid of not being enough.”
“What?” Damien asks, looking up from his notebook with a confused expression that softens when he realizes her eyes are full of tears.
They had been working together for days now, ever since she surprised him with Nadia’s homemade cake and realized his office has a great view from Central Park. It was also quiet enough that she can write in peace. Her apartment used to be a great spot for writing, but after all that damn construction on the side building it had been hell so Damien allowed her to stay for a brief period of time.
The words are stuck in her throat and the tears start streaming down. He immediately gets up and sits next to Catherine, passing his arm around her shoulders and kissing her forehead in a caring way.
“Catherine, what’s wrong?”
You did so well with this!! Amazing work and a beautiful story. I’d say thanks for letting me help but really I did nothing x ❤️
Hey, fandom friends! I was wondering if anyone wants to be added to a NSFW tag list for my fics?
I’m hoping to post the fics from the NSFW prompts I recently took over the next few weeks and I don’t want anyone who wants to read them to miss them! ☺️
If you’d like to be added to this list (which will be separate from my normal tag list), reblog or comment and let me know!
Word Count: 1679
Rating: NSFW
Description: There are lots of things Drake knows he shouldn’t do…
Note: There’s a sister fic to this inside my brain somewhere. I’ll leave you with this one for now. Sorry for not being a better writer but I just enjoy writing these two.
***
For the third time this week Drake can hear her through the wall they share, it’s muffled but he can make out the gentle gasps and quiet sobs. It makes his heart ache to hear her cry and he can’t take another night of listening and doing nothing to stop it. He can’t have another girl he loves break like Savannah did, and holy fuck does he love Ilena. Not the same way he loves Savannah, god no. But he does. Even so, he knows he shouldn’t get involved tonight. As much as he wishes otherwise, Ilena is not his to fix, and yet he’d do anything to try and soothe her, to make her feel safe.
Drake throws on a shirt, leaving his room and stepping across the hall to the neighbouring door. He can hear her louder now; all ragged breaths and cries. Turning the handle quietly he finds it’s unlocked. He pushes the door ajar, taking one step over the threshold before his jaw drops, completely unprepared for the sight that greets him.
Ilena is laid back on her bed, shoulders propped up against the headboard, she’s wearing a loose white tshirt and little else. Her legs are spread, bent slightly at the knees, one hand moving deftly between them, the other gripping the headboard above her to steady herself. Her face is flushed pink, eyes closed tightly, and her dark hair, usually neatly braided and curled, falls loose around her shoulders. Drake is stunned. He has never seen anything this beautiful in his entire life. The sounds are clear to him now, it was never sobbing he had heard, it was the sound of her pleasure.
Drake’s heart is suddenly in his mouth. His hand grips the doorknob so tightly that his knuckles are white. He can feel himself growing immediately hard at the scene in front of him, but he knows he shouldn’t be watching this. There’s an ache deep in his stomach and more than anything he wants to join her, to finally feel her skin on his the way he’s envisioned every night for months now, but he makes the agonising decision to turn around and leave before she sees him. He steps back out of the room, about to close the door and get himself out of this situation when a new sound reaches him.
“Ohh…Drake!”
Stopping dead, his heart is in his mouth. Did she…? Was that…? Surely not? He’s imagining things.
“Drake!”
He stands deathly still, not daring to move. His hands are shaking and if he tries to leave now it’d be too clumsy and she’d hear him. She’d catch him there and think he was spying. He was though, wasn’t he? She hasn’t exactly invited him in.
“I want you, Drake…”
He glances back over his shoulder and finds Ilena looking right at him. Her eyes heavy and lustful.
“It’s about time…” She tells him, soft and breathless. Removing her hand from the waistband of her barely-there panties she pats the empty space on the bed next to her. “I’ve been waiting for you.”
Drake is glued to the spot. He knows he shouldn’t join her. It’s a dangerous game she’s playing and he knows he doesn’t have the upper hand.
“Drake…”
“I shouldn’t be here…” Drake’s voice is shaky and he’s not convincing anybody.
“But you are here.” Ilena purrs, crawling forward on all fours to the foot of the bed. “I thought you’d never come.” She smiles sweetly up at him. He can see her nipples through the thin, white cotton tshirt, and he’s pretty sure she can probably see the thick outline of him through his jeans. Ilena lifts the tshirt up over her head and throws it at Drake. He catches the shirt recognising it immediately.
“Is this… this is mine!”
Ilena laughs, her newly naked chest bouncing ever so slightly as she does. Drake’s eyes are transfixed on her. She’s a Goddess and the way her little pink nipples stand out against her creamy white skin is making him dizzy. He can’t look away.
“Very observant, Walker.”
“Where did you get this?” He’s not sure why he asked. It’s not exactly the first thing on his mind right now, but he’s nervous. Drake clutches the shirt tightly in front of him, hoping the draping fabric covers some of his obviously growing excitement.
“It got mixed up in my suitcase by mistake after the last trip. It still smells of you. I like to wear it sometimes when I’m alone… when I’m imagining….” Ilena arches her eyebrow at him, a smile playing on her lips.
“I-imagining what?” Drake dares to ask.
“That you’re here with me.” She purrs, moving back on the bed to her original position. “And now you are…”
“Ilena…” Drake’s voice is low and unsure, but any uncertainty he feels melts away as he watches her slide her hand under the waistband of her underwear once again.
“Oh Drake…” Ilena moans, her eyes locked onto his as she touches herself.
His resolve finally crumbles. Tossing the shirt aside, he tears his own shirt up over his head and throws it with the other in the corner. It takes him mere seconds to cross the room and crawl on the bed beside her. His mind is racing and he knows he shouldn’t kiss her but he’s so hungry for this… for her. Ilena flashes a wicked smile and catches his bottom lip between her teeth. Drake growls at the sensation and climbs on top of Ilena, who grabs his belt with both hands and wrenches the buckle loose, the buttons of his jeans follow quickly and she pulls the fabric from his body. He grabs a fistful of her hair, yanking it roughly aside to expose her neck and sucks on her pulse point drawing a loud gasp from Ilena’s lips.
It wasn’t the way Drake had envisioned this moment. His scenario was always slow, sensual, romantic. All sweet kisses and gentle touches. He imagined himself taking his time with her and savouring every second, but there’s nothing slow about their movements now as they explore each other’s skin with unabated passion. Drake rips Ilena’s underwear from her legs and sinks two fingers deep inside her, a predatory growl escapes him when he feels how wet she already is. Ilena grinds herself against Drake’s hand as his fingers move in and out, desperate to have more of him inside her. He pulls his fingers out and raises them to her lips, letting her taste herself, before returning his hand below and crushing his lips to her own again.
“Fuck me…Drake…please…” Ilena pleads between fiery kisses. The words have barely escaped her lips before he’s up on his knees towering above her, ready to take his prize. He forces her thighs apart, exposing her body completely to his desires and thrusts himself fully into her in one swift movement. There’s no time for teasing now. They could be interrupted at any moment and who knows when he’ll ever get this opportunity again.
Ilena cries out at the sudden fullness and claws her nails down Drake’s chest. He slams into her even harder in response.
“You feel so incredible, Drake!” Ilena whimpers. He’s not the only one that’s been waiting for this moment. She can tell he’s not much of a talker in bed, but it doesn’t matter to her, the involuntary sounds he lets out when their bodies touch are more than enough to satiate her. She begs for it harder, faster, more, and Drake is powerless to deny her.
“I need you, Drake! Oh God, Drake… I lov-“
He clasps a hand over her mouth, still fucking her firmly into the mattress. “Don’t.” He warns gruffly and presses their lips together again to distract her. He knows he shouldn’t let her say it like this, it’s not the right time for either of them yet, but fuck does he want to hear it!
***
The room is silent other than the carriage clock ticking on the mantle. There’s a faint sound of birdsong beginning outside and the two of them lay tangled together in the sheets. Naked and sweaty, Ilena’s legs wrapped around Drake’s. One of his arms is underneath her, holding her to him, the other resting on her breast, his thumb lazily stroking her nipple. The two of them are utterly exhausted and yet neither could possibly be more content.
“I should probably go.” Drake sighs, stretching out his tired muscles. “It wouldn’t do you much good for us to be caught like this.”
“Nooooo…” Ilena whines and wraps herself tighter around his body. “Stay with me. I don’t care about being caught!”
“I sort of noticed that last night.” Drake laughs. “Yknow you really shouldn’t leave your door unlocked if you’re gonna do… that.” He muses.
“If my door hadn’t been unlocked, how would you have gotten in?” Ilena nibbles on his earlobe and then nuzzles against his neck. The musky smell of his skin so much more satisfying than the faint scent of his tshirt.
“Touché.” Drake’s fingers entwine in her messy hair and he pulls her close to him for a slow kiss. They eventually part and he checks his watch; 4:53am. “I do need to go though.” He sighs again, pushing himself up off of the bed. He picks up his clothes and starts dressing. Ilena wraps the sheet around herself loosely and sits up, watching the shape of his body as he moves around in the low light of the room.
“Drake?”
“Mm?”
Ilena pauses for a moment. All of her brazen confidence of the previous night has gone.
“Can I keep the shirt?” She asks quietly.
Drake walks back over to the bed and scoops her tiny frame up into his arms. He kisses her passionately and then sets her down again. He picks up the shirt from the floor and hands it to her.
“One on condition…” Drake gives her a serious look.
“Oh?”
“Leave your door unlocked tonight, and when I get here, I want you to be wearing nothing but that shirt.”
Goodness me
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Hey guys, I’ve been writing about Choices for just a little while and I really need a beta reader since I’m from Brazil and my first language is not english. Is there any solidary soul to help out an aspiring writer?
I promise to give the beta reader all my love and gratitude <3
The pairings I’ve written about so far are Damien x MC and a work in progress of Drake x MC with hints of: Maxwell x Penelope, Liam x Olivia in a big series.
Thanx already!
I’ve never done it before but am happy to give it a go :)
It’s funny to think about how a bunch of 30 something year old women (myself included) are now distressed because their pixel boyfriend may be a robot or has been kidnapped and replaced by a robot. I’m laughing at myself and all the conversations I have been having today. 😂
Yup. I’m one too. 😏
Me too 😭
A.N. Omg I’m emotional! I can’t thank you enough for your amazing feedback, you made me so so happy! I hope you enjoyed this series as much as I did, I love you guys so much! ❤️
Tags are at the end!
Characters: Billy Russo x Reader, Frank Castle x Karen Page, Matt Murdock
Summary: Then, happiness follows.
Warning: Explicit language, cussing, mentions of violence.
Word Count: 2875
Please tell me what you think!
Gif’s not mine!
1 Year Later
You turned in bed and opened your eyes as soon as you noticed the empty spot beside yours. You rubbed your eyes, heaved a sigh and sat up, trying to snap out of the haze of deep sleep before you grabbed the nearest shirt and put it on. You ran a hand through your hair and walked out of the room towards the source of soft cooing and babbling.
“Which one, do you like this one?” You heard Billy’s whisper and Zoe’s cheerful babbling which made you smile warmly before you leaned against the doorframe to take a look into the living room. Billy had sat Zoe down to his knee and he was pointing at something on the laptop screen while she giggled, slamming her small chubby hand on the screen.
“This one?”
“You do realize she can’t speak yet?” You asked him, making both of them turn to you and Billy immediately clicked on the screen before you could even see what it was. Zoe let out a gleeful squeal, holding out her arms for you to pick her up.
Dear God, Karen wasn’t joking when she had said Zoe was Billy’s carbon copy.
Zoe looked up at you through those thick lashes of hers, her dark eyes shining as she gave you a toothless smile and Billy fixed her small bow sitting on top of her black hair.
“She can speak. We just haven’t figured out the words yet.”
“Oh, we haven’t figured them out?”
“Yeah. For example, this babbling right here means pick me up.”
You let out a small laugh and walked to them to pick Zoe up, then she leaned her head to your chest, heaving a deep sigh and you looked down at her, rocking her slightly.
“Besides, I’m pretty sure she’ll speak anytime now,” Billy said as he approached you to peck you on the lips, “Zo? Can you say daddy? Hm?”
“No way, she’ll say mom first. Anyways, what were you doing?”
“Nothing.”
“Russo.”
“We’re getting new gear for the Anvil, so I was getting her opinion.”
“You- you were getting the opinion of a toddler, who can’t speak yet by the way, on…weapons.”
“She likes them.”
“Jesus Christ…” You mumbled, “I thought we agreed you’d snitch on daddy when he gets this ridiculous, hm sweetheart?” You rocked Zoe who giggled, and motioned for the pacifier which you held over her lips before she took it as Billy grabbed his jacket.
“You wanna come to work with daddy, Zo?”
“Fuck no.”
“Language.”
“Heck no, and you’re the one who cusses like a fucking-“
“Y/N.”
“Freaking sailor, don’t give me that attitude, dude.”
Zoe muttered something to your chest, her dark eyes closing slightly and Billy ran a knuckle over her soft cheek.
“I wouldn’t let her out of my sight.”
“There are weapons there, Billy!”
“Not at my office there aren’t.”
“Just last month I almost got shot in your office because I touched the wrong button on your desk.”
“In my defense, no one told you to touch my desk.”
“We were having sex, asshole!”
Billy covered Zoe’s ears, “You didn’t hear that.” He muttered, “Y/N, she wouldn’t be able to reach them, she’s miniature, like a bunny.”
“Nope.” You pressed your nose into her soft hair, then looked up at Billy mischievously, “This is all a part of my plan, you know. I’m gonna make her love me more.”
“Oh, is that so?”
“Totally,” you giggled when Billy leaned in to kiss you, but stopped when Zoe reached out and patted his lips.
“Is that her way of telling me to shut up?” he wondered out loud, “Jesus, not even one year old and already taking after you.”
You shook your head, “No, that’s the kiss motion.”
“What?”
“She wants you to kiss her.”
Billy grinned, then kissed her hand, making her babble something excitedly that neither of you could understand.
“Hey, what’re you doing today?”
“I, um… well, Karen will come by but after that I figured I could drop by my place, it’s been what, days?”
“Or you could, you know-“
“I’m not having that discussion with you, I just woke up.”
“Move in.” Billy said as if you hadn’t cut him off and you raised your brows.
“Oh wow, you managed to control yourself for…” You checked the time on your phone, “For 6 hours. That’s something.”
“I’m just saying, it would make perfect sense.”
“Billy.”
“I could buy a bigger house, Zoe would like a garden -“
“You’re late for work, Russo.”
“You’ll come by tonight, right?” he insisted and you smirked, then shrugged, making him let out an impatient groan.
“Say bye bye, sweetie.” You rocked Zoe and she waved at him, then you turned around and walked to the kitchen.
*
“Oh God, I’m gonna die from adorable overload.” Karen waved the small toy in front of Zoe who giggled and tried to reach for it, but immediately got distracted by her shiny hair so she reached for it instead, but spilled her juice all over her shirt.
“Oh, sorry- my fault,”
“No problem, just give her here.” You took Zoe from her arms to walk to bedroom to change her shirt.
“Maybe you could actually consider it, Y/N?” Karen called out from the living room and you scoffed,
“To move in?”
“You basically live at each other’s place, and you have a baby already-“
“That’s completely irrelevant!” You said as you sat Zoe to the bed, then looked around to get her a clean shirt and walked to the small bag on the corner of the room. You crouched down to unzip it, got the shirt but as soon as you stood up, you gasped, looking at the room as Zoe clapped her hands.
“Fuck…” you whispered as your heartbeat sped up and you stared at Zoe, who looked way too happy and gulped, “Kar-Karen? Can you come here please?”
“Sure, do you need help?” Karen asked but as soon as she reached the bedroom door, she held her breath and covered her mouth.
“You see it too, right?” You asked weakly and Karen stepped into the room, looking around.
All the drawers were pulled open and everything in them were floating in the air.
“Zoe?” Karen whispered and you took a step, raising your hand to touch one of your shirts in the air, but as soon as you did, Zoe giggled and all of them dropped to the floor.
“Oh God…” You mumbled and Karen sat beside her on the bed, biting on her lip.
“Has she ever-?”
“No.” You shook your head, “I almost- I almost forgot-“
“Do you think that’s her power?”
You turned to look at Zoe, who held her arms up and grabbed at the air while she cooed, motioning for you to lift her up, and her bottom lip trembled when she saw you staring at her without moving an inch. You approached her almost automatically and scooped her up, running your fingertips over her soft hair, barely aware that you were hugging her to your chest as her sobs subsided, and she heaved a deep sigh against your chest. You swallowed thickly and turned to Karen, who looked in complete shock.
Well, you could hardly blame her. You were sure the same expression was clear as day on your face as well, as Zoe reached out to play with your hair, babbling something.
How were you supposed to protect her from this?
Suddenly, you felt like you were about to burst into tears but you cleared your throat and pulled yourself together, rocking her slightly as she gave you a bright, toothless smile which triggered your own smile, despite everything.
She was going to be alright.
Of course she was going to be alright, both you and Billy would make sure of it.
“Let’s take some fresh air.” Karen said and stood up, “Come on. We both need it.”
You nodded and heaved a deep sigh,
“Good idea.”
An hour later, both you and Karen were sitting at a café while Karen eyed the men who were sitting two tables away from you. Ever since Zoe was born, Billy’s insistence about having people to keep an eye on you had gone up to a different level. He seemed very convinced that anyone in New York could pose a threat to Zoe and you had to put your foot down when one of the bodyguards had threatened an elderly lady for getting “too close”.
Billy had said you would never know.
You had told him to fuck off.
Which ended up with a compromise on each side, and in the end you had agreed there’d be only two bodyguards, and they would be approved by you.
“Unbelievable…” You muttered as you heard Billy’s phone go into another voicemail and turned the phone in your head, “Please tell me I’m being paranoid because I’m considering going to Anvil right now.”
“You can’t go, Matt is coming.”
“Wait, what?”
“Yeah. He’s the pro on gifted people, seeing he is one, so I figured we could…ask him.”
You turned to look at Zoe who looked peacefully asleep in her carrier, sucking on her pacifier and you bit on your fingernails.
“Okay.”
“Y/N, you need to calm down.”
“I’m calm.”
“No you’re not.” You sat up straight when you heard Matt’s voice and turned around, “What’s going on?”
You stood up and hugged Matt tight, “Hey. Thanks for coming.”
“No problem,” Matt said gently as Zoe moved a little in the carrier, than opened her eyes, happiness flashing through them as soon as she saw Matt and she gasped, getting restless in the carrier. She moved her arms as if trying to fly to him, then your phone started ringing.
“Look Zoe, Uncle Matt is here!” Karen said cheerfully as Matt got Zoe from the carrier.
“Missed me sweetheart?”
“You guys mind if I take this?” You held up your phone, but both of them looked way too engrossed with her, so you stood up and answered the phone.
“Hello?”
“Hey,” Billy sounded out of breath, “Sorry, didn’t hear- I was- uh…I was busy.”
You frowned as you heard some shuffling on the other line and somebody took a deep breath in the background and a repressed hiss reached your ear.
“Who’re you having sex with?”
You could basically hear him rolling his eyes, “Seriously?”
“Yeah, what’s going on?”
“Nothing for you to worry about-“
“Is Karen with her?”
“Frank is asking if Karen is-“
“Yeah. What’re you two up to?”
“Nothing.”
“Russo.” Your eyes widened as you heard someone throwing a punch, “Are- are you killing someone right now?!”
“No!”
“Put Frank on the phone.”
“He’s busy.”
“He’s busy because he’s killing someone!” You whispered, “Karen is gonna flip if she-“
“No one is killing anyone!” You heard him close a door behind him, “What is it?”
You ran a hand over your face, “We need to talk.”
“That’s not a good sign.” Billy said and you took a deep breath,
“Are you at the office?”
“No, outside. Why? Are the guys with you?”
“Yeah, it’s not- it’s not about that.” You bit on your lip, “It’s about Zoe.”
“Y/N, what’s going on?” his voice was stern now and you cleared your throat.
“So as it turns out… she really is gifted,” you let out a nervous laugh, “She can move stuff without touching them, Billy.”
There was a silence on the other line and you checked your phone, “Hello?”
“Fuck.”
“Yeah.” You nodded, “Yeah, exactly my reaction.”
“How?”
“Beats me. But Billy, she’s not even one year old and does-“
“Hey,” his voice was gentle, “Y/N, hey, listen. Calm down, okay?”
You took a shaky breath and nodded silently, “Yeah.”
“I’ll be home in an hour or two, okay? We’ll figure it out, we always do.”
“But what if-“
“Stop.” He cut you off, “Don’t go there. It’s scary I know, but trust me, she’ll be fine.”
You knew you were being ridiculous but you couldn’t help to ask,
“Will she?”
“Of course. Hey, she’s our baby, right? She’s the most badass baby out there, powers or no powers.”
That made you let out a chuckle and you wiped at your eyes, “An hour or two you said?”
“Yeah,” he paused, “Don’t worry babe. We’ve got this.”
You closed your eyes for a second, somehow, that made you feel so, so much better.
“Yeah.” You muttered, “See you at home.”
You hung up, then took a deep breath, pulled yourself together and walked to your table.
*
As it turned out, Billy’s understanding of “an hour or two” was actually five hours, and you were growing restless by the minute. Zoe was asleep since it was midnight, and you had been checking your phone for the last two hours while you tried to distract yourself with TV, but it didn’t seem to work.
“Jesus…” You muttered to yourself as you flipped the phone in your hand and you head shot up when you heard someone knocking on the door. You rushed to the door and swung it open, then gasped and covered your mouth.
Billy and Frank were both covered in blood, and they looked like they were about to drop dead from exhaustion, or blood loss, or both.
“What the fuck happened?!” You managed to say and Billy stumbled into the apartment with Frank’s help, who wiped at his brow and rolled his shoulder.
“I’m fine.”
“Yeah Y/N, it’s nothing.” Frank said and you gawked at them as Billy sat down to the couch, wincing slightly while Frank looked around, then grabbed a glass and filled himself a glass of water.
“Okay, we’re going to the hospital-“
“Nah, no need.”
“Yeah we stitched each other up, we’re fine.”
“Yeah? Will you be able to stitch each other when I kill you both then?”
“I’d better get going,” Frank rasped out, and cleared his throat, “Kiss Zoe for me, hm?”
“Thank you brother.” Billy told him and he shrugged,
“Anytime brother.”
“Frank, Karen’s gonna kill you.”
“Oh I know.” Frank nodded, and pressed a kiss to your cheek, “I’ll see you tomorrow, Y/N.”
With that, he walked out of the apartment and rubbed at your eyes, then approached Billy.
“Okay, what do I do?”
“Get undressed?” Billy offered with a small smile and you slapped his arm,
“Not funny, asshole!”
“I’m deadly serious.”
“You’re about to be seriously dead.” You shot back as you walked to the bathroom, then came back with a bottle of antiseptic and pieces of cotton. You spilled some on the cotton, then approached him but he pulled you to his lap, making you straddle him. You glared at him, then pressed the cotton to the gash on his forehead.
“Jesus Christ, Billy…” You muttered as he made a face, and you blew on the wound to at least soothe the pain, making him smile at you softly.
“Hey.”
“I’m pissed at you.” You mumbled as he squeezed your leg.
“Where’s Zoe?”
“Sleeping. Are you gonna tell me what happened?”
“Your brother.”
And just like that, you froze and pulled back, staring at him.
“W-what?”
“Relax, he’s not in New York. But I’ve been… trying to find him.”
“You’re not serious.”
“It’s better to attack him before he attacks you or Zoe.”
You closed your eyes for a second, “Billy-“
“No, listen to me. Tonight, me and Frank got his second in command.”
“You two are looking for trouble-“
“I told you, Y/N. He’s not hurting you again. Him or anyone else, ever.”
You bit on your lip and shook your head slightly, “When you get to him, I’ll be there.”
“Y/N…”
“I’m not letting you face that fucking psycho alone.” You said through your teeth, “He’s not hurting me, fine. He’s not hurting you either, deal?”
Billy looked into your eyes like he was mesmerized.
“I love you, you know that right?”
You smiled softly, the warmth filling your system. “Yeah. I love you too.”
He looked deep in thought before he took a breath, “You know what, fuck it,” he mumbled, making you frown.
“What?”
“I was supposed to write this speech and pick a place and everything, but-“ he cleared his throat and reached into his pocket, “And I’d… kneel down, but I’m pretty sure the fucker broke my ankle, so this position seems as good as any.”
“Billy, what-?” You started, but as soon as you looked down, you held your breath.
Oh God.
Oh God, there was no way this was actually happening.
“How did you ask me earlier?” Billy wondered out loud as he opened the ring box to reveal the gorgeous diamond ring, then cleared his throat, “Right. Y/N, sex is good, wanna do it until you’re dry and I have erectile dysfunction problems in old age?”
You let out a teary laugh, “Fuck off.”
“I’m taking that as a yes then.” He grinned at you as you leaned in to press your lips to his, careful with the wounds and pulled back, smiling wide, then held out your pinky finger.
“No take backs, Russo?”
He chuckled, then entwined his finger with yours.
“No take backs.”
“Good,” you giggled and stood up to hold out your hand,
“Come on then. We’re gonna celebrate.”
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This was such an emotional roller coaster. I’m glad I got to read it from start to finish because those cliff hangers wouldn’t driven me crazy! Beautifully written, thank you for sharing it with us 💖
Pairing: Damien x MC (Raya)
Word Count: 2,035
Rating: M, NC-17, NSFW. whatever you wanna call it.
Notes: I was Team “Damien Got Switched for a Robot” so I wrote this, but now there are too many theories and I guess maybe we’re we’re boinking robots now. So have a smutty little fic. Consider this a Damien got swapped scenario. Not quite PWP. more like…porn sandwiched by plot.
The safehouse on the coast of France, didn’t feel as “safe” as the last one. Maybe because Raya knew better: There was no safe until Eros has been destroyed.
And yet…
With Damien–the real Damien–beside her, his arm thrown around the back of her chair she couldn’t help but feel almost safe.
This was so good! The end made me smile real smiles but it was hawt too 😍
PB tricking me into fucking a robot
how their meeting should have really gone
reblogging bc added part 5! :)))
Although I love Damien, it’s awesome to read something where MC chose Hayden. Love your writing also. I can’t get over how talented the authors in this fandom are 😍
(This gif has nothing to do with the chapter, I just like it, lol)
Word Count: 5516
Pairing: Billy Russo x Reader
Warning: Low Key smut?
A/N: I know nothing about medicine… I went to art school, and now I go to art history school… So thanks to @iamnotbenbarneswifeyet for answering my questions. I still probably got it very wrong, but at least I tried, lol.
Then
You checked your phone again. No new calls or texts.
You slipped it back into you bag and gestured to the bartender for another shot, which you downed immediately.
“You sure you don’t want to ease up a little there, birthday girl?” Gina asked from behind you.
You hadn’t noticed her return from the dance floor.
“Not really. It’s legal, now, so why not?”
“Who’s the guy?”
It’s almost 5am and I’ve spent all night reading your stuff. Tag me forever and ever pretty please. I love you and hate you right now. I’m never getting to sleep now 😭
