‘The Boys’ team - Chace Crawford, Jensen Ackles, Erin Moriarty, Jack Quaid, Jessie T. Usher, Nathan Mitchell, Karen Fukuhara, Tomer Capone, Daveed Diggs, Susan Heyward, Laz Alonso, Valorie Curry, Colby Minife, and Eric Kripke - joined us in the Deadline Studio at Prime Experience
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‘The Boys’ team - Chace Crawford, Jensen Ackles, Erin Moriarty, Jack Quaid, Jessie T. Usher, Nathan Mitchell, Karen Fukuhara, Tomer Capone, Daveed Diggs, Susan Heyward, Laz Alonso, Valorie Curry, Colby Minife, and Eric Kripke - joined us in the Deadline Studio at Prime Experience
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"The green outfit worn by Parker Posey while on-set is the same one worn by Courteney Cox in Scream (1996). All sets for "Stab 3" were replicas of the originals, since the sets were destroyed after Scream (1996) wrapped."
Horror Character Appreciation - Parker Posey as Jennifer Jolie in Scream 3 (2000) dir. Wes Craven
summary: billy hasn't been able to stop thinking about you all morning, and he just wants to hear your voice.
warnings: swearing, explicit sexual content (minors dni)
word count: 1.4k
a/n: this is a very special birthday gift for my baby lea, @thyme-in-a-bubble. i'd send you a cake, but you're the superior baker between us, so i'm giving you the slutty gift of billy instead. i hope your birthday is as magical as you are, and i hope you enjoy your present. i love you endlessly. 🖤
as always, feedback is welcomed/appreciated.
Billy very rarely had a hard time focusing. He approached everything, especially his empire, with tenacious determination and an insatiable thirst for success. There was no detail too small, no risk too grand, and no stone he didn’t personally overturn. His desire for perfectionism and order may have appeared as obsessive and controlling to some, but to Billy, appearances and status were everything, so it was imperative to give every task at hand his full and undivided attention.
But today, his thoughts couldn’t stop wandering to you.
All the blocks of black ink on the documents in front of him blurred into a mirage of you in that emerald green silk robe that was carelessly wrapped around your figure this morning while you got ready in the bathroom. It took him fifteen minutes just to knot his tie because he couldn’t stop staring at your alluring reflection in the mirror. The dark green fabric looked absolutely decadent on your soft skin, pulling taut against your body in all the right places. The belt was loosely tied around your waist, leaving a large expanse of your chest on display for his viewing pleasure, the edges of the robe just barely stopping right before your nipples.
It took every ounce of self control Billy had not to bend you over the counter, lift the hem of the robe just a few inches upwards, and make you watch in the mirror while he fucked you.
But he had an important meeting in twenty minutes that he couldn’t miss.
Sometimes he really fucking hated owning his own company.
Billy hadn’t even heard most of the pitch during the meeting. The monotone voice of the talkative investor should’ve been the perfect combat to dull his half hard cock into submission, but his mind kept wandering to you, and that only made his throbbing problem worse. He wasn’t a religious man, but he silently thanked whoever might be listening that black was his signature color, and that it slimmed instead of emphasized the prominent bulge in his pants.
He tried to busy himself with all the tasks that needed his attention, and fuck did he try, but his eyes could only decipher a few words before everything went blurry and shapeshifted into your form again. He should’ve just taken you over the fucking counter and been late. He could’ve made you both come in a matter of minutes. He had never regretted a decision so fucking much as he did right now.
Billy made it forty-five minutes before he absolutely couldn’t stand it anymore. His cock ached within the confines of his briefs, and he wasn’t going to make it through the rest of the day without some relief. Without giving it another thought, Billy grabbed his phone and dialed your number, placing his phone between his ear and his shoulder while swiftly unbuckling his belt and zipping down his fly. He had just slipped his hand past the waistband of his briefs to wrap his slender fingers around his cock when your melodic voice sounded on the other side of the line.
“Hi handsome.”
Billy sank his top teeth into his bottom lip, giving his cock a gentle squeeze, letting out a deep exhale through his nose as he leaned back in his chair to get comfortable.
“Hey darlin’. You busy?”
“Not particularly. Why, what’s up?”
“Nothin’. Just wanted to hear your voice, s’all.”
Billy swiped his thumb across his weeping tip, letting out a silent hiss as he used the spurt of his arousal as a lubricant to coat the length of his cock. His eyes fluttered shut when your soft giggle sounded in his ear.
“Baby, you heard my voice an hour ago.”
“S’too fuckin’ long, doll.”
Another harmonious string of giggles played in his ear, and he began to slowly flick his wrist upwards in a light jerking motion, doing his best to keep his voice steady.
“Tell me how your mornin’s goin’.”
Billy caught almost every other word of your exposition, the pleasure building in his lap nearly clouding his mind entirely with lust. He kept his eyes closed, conjuring your figure in front of him on his desk in that little robe he had gotten you for your birthday, thighs spread apart enough to display your soaked cunt to him while you spoke. God, the things he would do to you if you were here right now.
“Billy?”
“Hm?”
“I said how did your meeting go?”
He was so wrapped up in his fantasy of you that he had completely missed your question. A layer of sweat had started to bead along his hairline, and he hadn’t even noticed that he’d begun to steadily buck his hips upwards into his own hand.
“Fine. It was fine.”
There was silence on the other end of the line for a moment before your voice rang through laced with concern.
“Are you okay?”
“M’fine, darlin’.”
“Are you sure? You sound a little out of it.”
If you were here with him right now, you would’ve caressed his face in your soft palm. Physical touch was one of your love languages, and it awoke a craving in Billy he hadn’t realized he had blocked out from a lifetime of being touch starved.
He adored all your little touches. He loved the way you held his hand proudly wherever the two of you went. He enjoyed how you always touched his arm to get his attention when you wanted to show him something. He felt a rush of warmth every time he felt your arms wrap around him from behind in a hug when you were watching him do something, or checking on him if it was late and he hadn’t come to bed yet. He liked that you were always absentmindedly adjusting his tie for him or fixing his hair back into place if it got unruly.
But he really loved the way you touched him when he pleasured you. He savored the sharp sting of your fingers tugging roughly at his dark roots to bring his face closer to your pussy when he ate you out. He got off on the pain you inflicted clawing into his back when he fucked you hard and rough. He reveled in the way you held his hands above his head when you rode his cock with a pleased grin plastered on your lips. He cherished the way you held his face in your hands when he made love to you.
All those images in his head caused him to let out a desperate moan, and he didn’t miss the way your breath hitched on the other side of the phone.
“Billy…are you-”
“I shoulda fucked you this mornin’ like I wanted, doll.”
He heard the sharp intake of breath you took. The quiet and soft moan that slipped past your lips went straight to his cock and nearly had his eyes rolling into the back of his head.
“Billy-”
“Looked so fuckin’ good in that robe, darlin’. Gonna buy you one in every fuckin’ color so I can fuck you in all of ‘em. God, I been hard all fuckin’ mornin’ from thinkin’ ‘bout you, baby.”
“Are you-”
“Fuckin’ my hand wishin’ it was your pussy instead? Yeah, I am.”
A delicate noise of desire echoed through the phone’s speaker, and it sounded like the exact one you made whenever he sucked at that sweet spot on your neck.
“Billy…”
Your voice came out in a breathless moan, and it only made him fuck his hand faster.
“Say my name like that again, baby. C’mon, lemme hear it again.”
Billy was panting heavily now, that tight band within him dangerously close to snapping. His hand was moving furiously up and down the base of his cock, and he slipped his other hand into his briefs to gently squeeze his balls.
“Billy.”
Throwing his head back against the chair, Billy groaned your name loudly when he came, his jaw hanging open as he fucked his hand through his orgasm. Warm ropes of his release painted wet stripes along his crisp white button up, and he let out a quiet moan from the overstimulation of emptying himself completely.
A wolfish grin spread across his lips as he tried to catch his breath, wiping his sticky palm off on his shirt.
“I’m comin’ home to change suits. You better be there waitin’ when I get there.”
frank having an open flap on the windshield of his truck is killing me. this man really got a custom made windshield to make it easier to shoot people while driving 😭
A/N: My first Billy Russo! Here's some Dad-to-Be and Uncle Billy for y'all! I came up with this last night before going to sleep. Been in my mind for a few nights and now just finally writing it. Just some fluff, nothing extravagant happens, just sweetness. Hope y'all enjoy!
“Hey, guys, sorry I’m late,” You told Billy, your husband, and the Castle Family. “Work ran a bit late,” You added, walking up to the picnic table by the carousel at the park where everyone sat, ready to eat a dinner of burgers, chicken tenders, and fries.
“No worries, sweetheart, the food just came out anyways,” Billy assured you, standing up, placing a gentle hand on your back and a sweet kiss on your forehead. You smiled as you sat down beside Billy, Lisa and Frank Jr. on one side, Maria and Frank on the other.
“Auntie Y/N, come ride the carousel with us!” Frank Jr. suggested as he and his sister jumped up from their seats halfway through dinner; it seemed they were finished eating already.
“I would, but that’s a recipe for disaster,” You gave a little chuckle, receiving one from Maria, Frank, and Billy, too. “But, I think Uncle Billy would be thrilled to ride with you guys,” You mentioned, looking at Billy while eating a fry. He saw the look in your eyes, not quite begging, but giving him a ‘Go have fun with your niece and nephew; soon we’ll have a kid of our own’ look.
At that, Billy instantly jumped up, the kid’s smiles brightening even more. “You heard the woman, let’s go, you little minks (idk lol)!” You smiled as he ran towards the carousel, the kids running after him once their parents gave them a token to ride. You loved how good Billy was with his niece and nephew, or any kid for that matter. You know he’ll be a great father, despite the doubts he’s brought up to you.
After you finished eating your much-needed food, you, Maria, and Frank walked over to watch Billy and the kids on the carousel. Maria held onto Frank’s arm, always so sweet like that, so in love, as you placed your hand over your tummy. You watched as Billy and the kids ran to find three horses together in your line of sight, jumping on before the ride started. You couldn’t help but laugh with the Castle’s as each time Billy came around again, he would be in a different pose. The kids were laughing non-stop, making you, Maria, and Frank laugh even harder. You could tell Billy was trying to hold back a smile of his own at the sound of your laugh. He couldn’t get enough of it.
Once the ride was over, Billy helped the kids off and they ran back to their parents, Billy following closely behind. He had a sweet smile on his face as he walked up to you. Wrapping his arms around your waist, “Thank you for that. You’re so sweet and so good with them,” You gestured to the kids back at the table.
“Only for you, my love,” Billy dipped down and pressed his lips to yours, sliding his hand into your before walking you over to the Castles.
Later that night, shortly after returning home, you sat in bed, a novel in your hands, ready for bed, as Billy made his way around your room through the kitchen to the bathroom and randomly walked around, talking to you every now and then, a question or statement here and there. He had a tendency to just wander. You didn’t really know why, maybe just a way to get his mind off certain things; there was no harm in it.
From the corner of your eye, you saw Billy walk out of the bathroom, in his own little world, in only a pair of sweatpants and shirtless. Just then, he ran his foot into the corner of the door frame, and with a loud yelp from him, you couldn’t help but let out a small giggle. He kept walking though, a playful sort of limp in his step, as he made his way to the kitchen, your eyes back on your book.
“Babe, you’re a former sniper. What’s going on?” You mentioned, still a bit of a giggle in your voice. Billy strode back into your room with a glass of chocolate milk for you, knowing you love it and he always tended to randomly do sweet acts of service for you.
Setting the glass on your bedside table, he climbed onto the bed and to his side, settling himself beside you, his head propped up on his hand, the other going to your belly, tracing little shapes there, allowing his unborn child to feel his warmth.
“I don’t know. Just caught in my thoughts, I guess.” Billy sighed. You’ve been a bit worried about him since you told him about the pregnancy.
“Care to elaborate?” You replied, placing your book down. Your full attention was on him now, one hand now holding your glass of chocolate milk and the other running your fingers through his hair.
“You know, just the norm. Scared this little guy,” He traced his finger around your belly button. “Might forget me, might be afraid of me, afraid of who I am…” He added, a defeated look on his face, but you stopped him there.
“Who you used to be, darling. You’re not the guy anymore. You’ve changed, you’re a better man now, although I would love you either way,” You told him, pressing a kiss to his forehead.
“It’s all because of you, sweetheart. You made me this way and I can’t thank you enough for that,” Billy responded, looking up into your eyes. He leaned up and met you halfway, your lips against his in a passionate kiss, his hand placed over your belly, your hands on either side of his face.
You both gasped as you felt a kick against Billy’s hand, your eyes shooting to your tummy. You smiled, looking back at Billy.
“See, hun, they know you are. How could anyone forget you?” You beamed at him as he smiled back up at you.
“You also made me soft,” Billy chuckled.
“You’ve always been soft, baby. You just needed the right person to bring it out,” You smiled, sliding your fingers through his hair, bringing a bigger smile from him.
Billy slid up to your level, holding you close as you settled to sleep. His arms around you, you hummed in content, your eyes closed, as you fell into a blissful sleep.
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