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distinguishedkryptonitecreator · 17 days

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐘

Pairing: Ex Billy Russo x reader(mentioned), ft. Dinah Madani, Krista Dumont.

Series: The punisher.

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Synopsis: Even though you and Dinah weren't friends, you knew the same pain, maybe it wasn't so bad to share it after all.

Note: English is not my native language, so some words may not make sense, apologies in advance.

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"Can I bring you something? Water or tea?" the doctor asked as she closed the door behind you.

“Tea is fine for me,” you replied. She nodded in recognition and looked in Dinah's direction, whose eyes scanned the room suspiciously. “Yes, I'll have Whiskey.”

"Is that your preferred medicine, Agent Madani?" the doctor asked.

“Stop doctor, you called us, remember?”

The doctor seemed to notice the agent's growing discomfort and she apologized. You felt her eyes move over you, assessing you. “Sorry, it's custom, please take a seat.”

You sat next to Agent Madani. To tell the truth, you never thought you would find yourself in the same room with the last lover of the man you once loved. Karma or destiny? You didn't know.

“Nice color,” you pointed to her walls.

“Thank you very much,” she gave you a half-hearted smile before taking a seat in her surprisingly blue chair.

You and Madani looked at her in silence as the doctor seemed to gather her thoughts. Neither of you knew exactly why you were here, but a part of you felt as if the doctor knew something that you didn't. You had never exchanged more words than necessary with her, not even when you started supporting Mahoni with the investigation. Call it anxiety or intuition, but it was part of your job as a detective, and wrong or not, you had a feeling and you couldn't let it fade into thin air.

“I don't know how you live like this, without knowing if someone you arrested or convicted could return one day and became obsessed with you, blaming you for everything” a bitter expression settled on his face. “It's so easy to create that image in your head, even that becomes a reality that you do not want to happen”

No doubt you were more than familiar with the feeling Krista seemed to be describing. After everything that happened with Matt and Fisk, you couldn't even remember a day when your soul would rest without the need to wake up in the middle of the night with sweat drenching your face and the vision of tragic futures.

And unfortunately, like Dinah Madani, you had placed your trust in the wrong man. Against everything your heart was screaming at you, he had used you. He had kissed your cheek softly before pushing you into an abyss. Although maybe that was always Billy Russo and you never wanted to see him, and now that the blindfold has fallen from your eyes you have no choice but to accept reality.

“When Billy Russo escaped I didn't feel that way, and now all that overwhelms me. I was stupid, right?”

Both you and Dinah responded in the negative. You couldn't allow someone else to take responsibility for the actions of others. Not from Billy.

"Of course not, it's not your fault, Billy has always thought of himself, you're not guilty of that," you replied.

“She's right” .Dinah supported you. “but she escaped weeks ago. Because right now?.”

Dr. Dumont's eyes seemed to glaze over. She watched her shift uncomfortably in her seat before staring at them. “ I treated Billy for a long time, he had memory loss, mental, physical and emotional blackouts. You two, for example, how did he end up like this? Much of her anger was born from not having answers to those questions. And I'm afraid he's going to come back for them.”

Your heart raced at the mention of his name. Your mind stopped registering the words exchanged between the doctor and Dinah, beginning to navigate through a thick red haze.

For a long time you believed that you were capable of keeping your emotions at bay, and even forgetting. But that feeling of uncertainty that settled in your soul never left. You felt hurt, used, and assumed that something similar was happening to Madani, of course, each for her own reasons.

However, it was difficult for you to understand that the same man who had always been soft and gentle with you, who always seemed concerned about your well-being and who even seemed confident enough to tell you fragments of his harrowing past, was the same one who would have been complicit in the death of Frank's family and, above all, participated in a vile and dirty conspiracy.

Was he ever honest with you?

“You have been very quiet, detective. Is there something bothering you?” .Your eyes focused on Krista. You didn't know how much time you had spent thinking that you didn't realize that both women had their eyes on you.

Madani abandoned her drink next to your cup of tea on the center table and watched you carefully. You ran the palms of your hands over the fabric of your pants. “I met Billy in a cafe near Anvil's headquarters. To tell the truth, that day I was in over my head and all I wanted was to get some coffee.” - You squinted your eyes trying to remember the details. “I was so moody that when I bumped into him and spilled the coffee on him, I didn't even bother to apologize and left.”

A part of you clung to that day when you got upset with a stranger for something that was obviously an accident, yet he didn't seem upset at all, and had even apologized to you, claiming that he was busy on his cell phone, so he didn't. I had seen you. That day was not the only time they saw each other, later they continued meeting in different places and you even came to think that it could be more than a coincidence.

They soon decided to approach each other and strike up a normal conversation, go to a bar and maybe have a drink. After what seemed like a totally unexpected turn, they shared phones and made an appointment to see each other again. Nothing sexual ever happened with you.

They began to have a strange type of friendship that involved a slippery Billy Russo who spent most of his free time hanging out in your apartment and sitting on your couch while he waited for you to get home. A routine full of comfort that both had acquired. You had gotten used to Billy and he seemed quite content to share his time with you.

Or at least you thought so.

“The last time I saw him, I confronted him. I told him I knew everything,” you said sadly. This was the first time in a long time that you had talked about this with anyone other than Karen, Foggy, and Matt. “I looked him in the eyes, I asked him for the truth and the only thing he said was that he had done it for both of us. For our future together.”

Maybe you imagined it, but you thought you saw a kind of grimace on the doctor's face.

“ Believe me when I tell you that I never knew of your existence. If I had known, I would never have messed with him.”

Tears threatened to escape your eyes. You couldn't cry, especially in front of them, however, before being a detective and everything that entailed, you were also human. And in the last few months you could feel nothing but sadness, confusion and anger.

“ I know Dinah, I know it's not your fault. We were just pawns in a bigger game. And I know I'm going to sound a little hypocritical, but I can't help but feel guilty for everything, for what he did and what happened to him. It's like a damn disease.”

Dinah gave you a compassionate look. In reality, she more than anyone was able to understand the meaning behind your words, her two friends had been taken from her, she almost died from a gunshot to the head and to this day she is unable to rest easy knowing that Billy is somewhere. living place And after listening to you, after talking about everything, she finally felt liberated. It's difficult to explain it because she, like you, had been fighting for some time against demons that followed her wherever she wanted to go.

She gave you a sympathetic look and she walked over to you to take your hand.

“No matter what you think, you did the right thing, you trusted your judgment and your morals. Billy chose his path and trampled on everyone he considered an obstacle. None of us can continue carrying that burden for him, much less clinging to this stupid fear that only seems to feed him.”

You looked at her surprised, not knowing how to react.

“I know this seems like it won't end, but it will, we'll take care of it. He will not be able to change who we are and maybe just maybe, one day we will no longer remember this feeling.”

With glassy eyes you nodded and before Dinah could react, you gave her a hug. You felt drowned and lost for a moment, but she was right, you were brave and stubborn, not to mention that you had helped your friends bring down the empire of a powerful New York criminal.

You loved Billy but you weren't the kind of person who would accept injustice just because of that fact. It hurt and you felt a bitter pressure in your chest, but no one would ever be above justice and you wouldn't give in to the opposite. You had a strong moral compass and you had to cling to it fervently. You were just waiting for what Madani would have told you to happen. That you will ever forgive yourself for all those things you did and couldn't do, that you could finally get that man out of your heart and above all, that the fear would fade until there will be nothing left but the ashes of what some day was a passionate love.

It was about time.

“Do you know? I think I do want some whiskey.”

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#the punisher #billy russo x reader #dinah madani #krista dumont #marvel #frank castle

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silverflameataraxia · 2 years

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Talk About Parallels:

The Punisher Season 1: Frank lets William Rawlins and Billy Russo torture him, so Madani has all the video evidence she needs to lock them away for life.

Daredevil Season 3: Karen tries to get Fisk to attack her on camera, so the FBI will throw him back in jail.

Just make Kastle endgame already.

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burnt-ghost-toast · 2 years

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The Justice League Go to Six Flags

Bruce Wayne x Reader

Summary: It cost roughly 100,000 dollars to rent out the Six Flags Gotham Adventure amusement park for an hour. Luckily for you, you were best friends with a billionaire who, with enough prodding and persuasion, was willing to shell out a million dollars to rent out the park. Several texts, calls, and emails later, you were set and ready to go to Six Flags with Bruce Wayne and the rest of your Justice League friends.

Word Count: 2.6k

Author’s Note: I don’t want to get anyone’s hopes up, so I want to preface this by saying this fic is heavily Bruce Wayne centered. I wrote most of it last summer on my own trip to Six Flags (those lines were brutal and I needed something to do) and finally got around to finishing it this year. The other Justice League members do make appearances, but again, Bruce focused.

It cost roughly 100,000 dollars to rent out the Six Flags Gotham Adventure amusement park for an hour. Luckily for you, you were best friends with a billionaire who, with enough prodding and persuasion, was willing to shell out a million dollars to rent out the park.

To make the expense worth it, the trip was marked down as a Wayne Enterprise company event. Wayne employee’s and their families were offered free entry, so while it wouldn’t be just the two of you, it would still be empty enough that you wouldn’t have to wait an hour in line for a minute of fun.

To make things even more interesting you had invited close members of the Justice League to join your trip.

It was decided that all of you would stay together and follow a strict plan, courtesy of your brooding leader, to avoid too much crossover with other guests and so that you all could ride everything without having to do too much backtracking.

On rides, Bruce sits at the front since that’s where you sit, and you both want to sit together.

Bruce wears light shorts with a dark shirt and sunglasses. He seems grumpy, as having fun isn’t something he does often, but he’s actually glad he gets to spend some time with you outside of crime fighting and work.

When you compliment his sunglasses and ask to wear them, he blinks once before responding with a nonchalant, “I’ll buy you a pair.” You tell him not to do that and that you just want to wear his. He rolls his eyes, but being the simp that he is, he complies.

You can’t help but smile at how easily he goes along with your plans. He trusts you, and you appreciate that and promise yourself you’ll never take it for granted.

Before putting on the sunglasses, you find yourself staring into his blue eyes, taking in the bright blues that look so tired for someone so young. He’s beautiful.

Bruce doesn’t comment on your staring until you start lifting the sunglasses up and off your eyes (defeating its purpose, he might add) to look at him as you walk. You comment on how nice his eyes are before finally handing his sunglasses back and getting on the next ride. Bruce keeps the sunglasses off the rest of the day.

Clark will remind you to stay hydrated, while passing you your water bottle at regular intervals, and carry your things like the good little boy scout he is.

You smile and thank him every time, which is starting to bother Bruce, as he’s the one who wants you to look at him with those bright eyes and dorky grin.

He watches Clark intensely and times it so he hands you your water bottle right before Clark can hand it to you. Clark is surprised but catches on quickly to what just happened and smirks with satisfaction—the little shit.

You thank Bruce, thinking nothing much of the gesture, and your smile warms him to his core. Even the summer sun doesn’t seem to compare to this kind of warmth… weird.

The longer you’re there the more comfortable you get and the closer you and Bruce seem to stand.

When you’re not chatting with the others about the rides you’ve just been on and what you liked about them, you’re standing next to Bruce asking him questions and checking in. He doesn’t do a lot of smiling and on the rides he barely reacts.

The others wonder if he’s even having a good time, but you’ve known Bruce long enough and well enough to pick up on the small smiles he tries to disguise when Barry or J’onn let out loud shrieks and screams on fast drops and his quite gasps when a drop takes him by surprise, or a sharp turn brings the two of you closer together.

You also do verbal check-ins, just in case. And because you love and respect Bruce, and truly want him to enjoy himself. He’s grateful and reassures you that he’s having fun.

Your fingers brush as you speak, warmth flooding with each small touch. It’s hard to take in after a while, and to keep from embarrassing yourself by giving into his touch, you turn away. You look around and pretend to just be admiring the view, but none of it really compares to Bruce. Your fingers brush a few more times, but neither of you do anything about it.

The great thing about being friends with a bunch of superheroes with inhuman abilities is that they’re all pretty good at carnival games.

Bruce suggested saving it for later in the day, so you all aren’t carrying things, and so right after lunch your group takes a break from the rides to try out the stalls.

Clark wins a few large things and plans on giving them to Lois while keeping a few for himself.

You’re pretty sure Hal and Zatanna are cheating and using their powers, but you can’t exactly call them out on it, so whatever, stick it to the man!

Billy, as Shazam, gets into an argument with the age guesser when he tells them he’s 14; “There is no way–” “I had an early growths spurt” “That’s ridiculous, just look at you” “You lost, dude, just give me my voucher.” In the end, he gets his food voucher for a free deep-dish pizza because “only a child could prattle on this much.” He and Diana have to be steered away from the high striker, strength tester game, as Clark and Bruce don’t really think a $2 foam hammer is worth possibly destroying the game because both refuse to hold back.

You, J’onn, and Barry eat way more cotton candy and junk food than should be humanly possible, but that’s part of the fun. The others place bets on who’ll be the first to vomit on a ride, and fortunately, it isn’t you!

You try your hand at a few things and end up winning a small bunny rabbit. You gift it to Bruce, which he takes with an eye roll and a thank you. You all bully Bruce into playing the balloon popper game and the horse race. He wins both games and is very pleased with himself.

Before heading out to try more rides, you all are able to put your new prizes away.

As it gets later, and your feet tire out, you take to leaning into Bruce’s side.

The two of you are friends, so of course it’s fine. It doesn’t have to be romantic. And no, Clark, shut up, (Y/N) is tired and I’m just letting them conserve some energy–leave us alone.

Bruce lets the others walk ahead of you, so that the two of you have fewer prying eyes, but the damage is done. The others know Bruce has a soft spot for you, but hell, they’ve always kind of known.

To make things more comfortable, Bruce wraps an arm around your waist, and you do the same to him as you share a dippin’ dots ice cream. One cup, two spoons. A few other people spot you, but all have the sense to mind their business and enjoy the day.

There are several Batman themed rides, this is Gotham after all, and the others tease Bruce about it. There is also a Joker ride, and Bruce entertains you and rides it. It’s surprisingly decent.

You all take group pictures next to the Hall of Justice ride and everyone buys merch from the shop.

Some, like Barry, buy a bit of everything; a Superman cape, a Flash mug, Wonder Woman keychain. Others, like Bruce, are more selective, buying mainly their own merchandise. Bruce also insists on buying you things and the two of you get matching mugs and hats.

This shopping trip comes later in the day, so you also notice most of the Batman merchandise is sold out. Bruce is VERY smug and happy about this. He casually points it out to Clark while brushing past him.

You all joke about how none of you are getting royalties on the merchandise and attractions using your face and brand. Barry jokes about being broke and Bruce offers to sue. Everyone thinks it’s a joke and laughs except Bruce who was very serious.

You all HAVE to take pictures on the water log ride. It’s a classic and a must.

Bruce buys all the pictures and for some rides you insist on riding them again so you can get a better picture. You refuse to let him keep any where you look like a complete goofball, frazzled and mouth open.

The two of you toss up peace signs for a few and for The Dark Knight ride you give Bruce bat ears. He does manage to save one picture where you look shocked and goofy. You were too busy chatting with the others to notice him picking up the information slip to print the pictures later.

The Goliath is the last ride of the night.

You’ve never been on it and honestly, it’s a little intimidating. On the rides you’re at fate’s mercy, and while you could trust machines with a lot, as Victor repeatedly reassured you all, the Goliath was known for breaking down often. You steeled yourself and allowed your excitement and desire for risk to outweigh your fear.

While waiting to leave the station you chatted with Bruce. He saw the worry in your eyes and kept talking until you felt yourself relaxing. The climb to the first drop had your stomach in knots. You had been looking for something to set your hairs on end, but now that it was here the dread and excitement blended into a need for reassurance. Bruce held out his hand and you looked at him a moment, unsure if this was happening. As the ride began to drop you had no time to think further and took his hand.

Your screams mingled with that of the other riders. There was so little support on the ride. All that kept you from falling out was a seatbelt across your lap and a bar that pressed against your lap and ankles. Your head and upper back were free to the elements. One hand grasped the bar across your lap and the other held tightly to Bruce’s. At one point, he had to adjust your hold to keep his own hand from flying up involuntarily.

After the first drop and first flip upside down, you felt like you had a good grip on the situation. Your screams turned to smiles and loud, anxious laughter as your cart continued to flip and drop at high speeds. When the ride came to an end you brushed back the few tears that sat at the corner of your eyes from the wind and slight panic. Your leg jittered, but the smile on your face and small nod you gave Bruce at his silent appraisal reassured him that you were alright. The two of you didn’t let go of each other’s hand until you had fully pulled into the station. Huh…

At the end of the night, you spot a large Batman, Superman, and Wonder Woman plush strung up over a balloon popping game.

Bruce sees how your eyes linger and your pace slows. He guides you to the game, the others walking ahead to check out a few more things, and hands over the five dollars to play. Bruce nails every shot and picks the Batman plush bear. He hands it to you, and you can’t help but tease him.

“Aw, I wanted Wonder Woman.” You smile before pulling Bruce into a one-armed hug. The bear blocks the two of you out from the rest of the world and after facing every ride, some of which two or three times over, you figured you had enough courage to act on your feelings just this once.

You place a chaste kiss on Bruce's cheek. He flushes and stumbles over his words. When words fail, he takes your hand to hold then places a soft kiss to your own cheek, lingering for a moment, before heading off with you.

Seating on rides:

Bruce Wayne: Front if you ask him to sit with you but would choose the back if on his own. It’s a strategic position; he can see everyone ahead of him and he has more time to prepare for what’s coming, even if it is only by a handful of seconds.

Clark Kent: Having Superman on a ride can be terrifying because if he ever wanted to physically stop himself from moving, he could and if he was in front he’d take everyone else out like that train scene in Invincible. At least if he was in the back, stopping wouldn’t cause the other carts to crash into each other, so I’d place him there.

Diana Prince: Middle, but closer to the back. She doesn’t mind roller coasters and the back is usually shakier, which she likes. She’d also partner up with Clark for two person rides.

Hal Jordan: You have to fight him and Barry for first row on two person rides. Bruce says it doesn’t matter because you guys can just ride it again, but if it doesn’t matter then why don’t you sit in the second row, Bruce? He was a pilot and flying around is kind of his thing, so he cheers as rides go up, as you fall, and flip, and hit sharp turns. He’s here for it all.

Barry Allen: Has a need for speed. As the fastest man alive he enjoys going fast on rides, even if he can go faster. He likes feeling sharp turns and flips and his senses are great at picking up what’s next. He also likes rides that give him a nice view of the park because he finds that he can enjoy the view for longer. He likes to sit at the front and he’s a screamer.

J’onn J’onzz: Solid middle seat and he’s a screamer. He’s unfamiliar with roller coasters and amusement parks, but he’s certainly amused.

Victor Stone: He’s a little unsure about the rides as he’s pretty big and not entirely light. If he can ride, he’d sit in the middle. He prefers rides where he doesn’t have to leave the ground, so tea cups, go-karts, and bumper carts are his top choices. He demolishes you all at bumper carts. Go-karts is the most competitive game of the day, and you, him, Billy, and Billy’s siblings are menaces on the track.

Zatanna Zatara: solid middle seat but likes to be on the outside seat. Will let out excited shouts.

Arthur Curry: Not a big fan of roller coasters and prefers seats in the middle.

Oliver Queen: Queen Industries will never have what Wayne Enterprise has. He can’t beat this company trip, but he will be taking notes. Sits near the front.

Dinah Lance: Sits near the back, or with Oliver near the front, and has a blast. She’ll put her hands up and smile for the cameras.

Billy Batson: Loves the rides, but as Shazam he runs into issues of being too big for some of the rides. He can’t exactly transform in the middle of the park without drawing attention, so he ends up being the first of the group to leave, claiming to be busy with adult stuff, then joined his siblings who got passes as Shazam’s guest. The kids do their own thing at the park after Shazam rides with the JL for a little.

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stressed-chaos · 2 years

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Forgotten Past - "Do I know you?"

Part 2 - Billy Russo x Fem!reader

Here is the second part! I edited it heavily, and most likely Harry is not going to be a part of it anymore. I'll see if I can fit him somewhere, but the chances seem low. This is heavily dialogued, cause she's just getting to know Billy at this point!

Let me know what you think of this one! Part 3 should be up soon!

Warnings: Billy thoughts, slight mentions of killing, shooting and a gun. (Nobody's dying...yet)

While searching for some books and arranging some, they kept the conversation going, almost like they had known each other for years. Strange. Y/N noticed they had many common interests, even had some debates over some characters, both defending the ones they love. Again it seemed as if she had been having those debates for forever. Again, strange. By now, she was a little sure that she knew him, but just doesn’t remember. Maybe getting to know him more may help?

They found a nice place and sat down talking, a little hushed, since it was after all...a library. Y/N asking him questions, Billy answering them eagerly, hoping with each that she would remember him. That wasn’t working in his favor and with each stop, his hope declined more and more. But he was not ready to give up. He will never be. Not when it comes to her.

Suddenly, Y/N remembered what he said about his job, “Hey, you said you own a firm, right?”

Billy hummed.

“So, anything I might have seen about that?” She was eager to find out where she knew him from.

Billy went in deep thought on that, keeping his finger on his chin and all. “I can’t say, we did stuff here and there, but I don’t know if you saw the news.” Billy basked in his success, but he was also a humble man. He did not need to show off to her, she wasn’t impressed by that back then, wouldn’t be now.

“Oh, I’ve seen every news story from the past year. Hit me.”

He thought and thought. What must’ve made the news enough to catch his wife’s attention?

His eyes lit up as he began telling about a mission he had a few weeks ago, (keeping some details to himself). They were cleaning up the rest of Orange’s men who by the grace of a higher power had managed to escape the wrath of Billy Russo and Frank Castle.

Seeing her eyebrows still furrowed in half recognition, he held out his business card before she could stutter out anything. She looked at it with wide eyes, and her eyes met with nervousness swimming in them. Would she judge him now?

“That was you…and the Punisher?” He hesitantly nodded.

“I guess that’s why you seemed familiar,” she let out a sigh, sadness blooming in her eyes and sunk back in her chair.

He was confused over her reaction, though relieved. Still, he couldn’t help but ask, “You aren’t disgusted?”

She shook her head, “From what I know, they had it coming.” Oh who was he kidding, she will never. Y/N huffed out a breath, “Stupid me.”

“You seem quite intelligent from what I see.”

“No no, I was thinking that because I think I knew you,” seeing his furrowed eyebrows, she contemplated her options which were, telling a person she had known not even a whole day, her whatever life story she remembers or, change the topic. She had a feeling he wouldn’t let go of the topic anyway.

He was easy to talk to though, hadn’t given her a single reason to distrust him, was patient, plus, bonus point, Tom seemed to despise him. Oh, riling Tom up even more would be great. Maybe she knew him but Tom didn’t want her—or them, knowing it. But why? Tom had no reason to. But again, she can’t say.

Y/N finally decided to tell him. What’s the worst that could happen? Maybe he may know her, otherwise she remembers some self defense. It would be pretty useless against a Marine, but something made her believe him.

“Okay, so this may sound weird...heck it is weird-”

“We’ve seen people out of comic books save the city, nothing seems weird anymore.” He softly encouraged.

“Well…yeah,” she chuckled. “You see, when I um...first, when we first talked, I felt like I recognised you, you know? That fucking strong feeling of trying to recognise a song you haven’t heard in long, but you know it, just don’t remember it. I’m sure you must have had that.”

Seeing him let out a little nod, she sighed and continued, “So I uh..I got that feeling, but it’s weird because I have never met you.” She told him she almost recognised him but then they talked about his work and, “I realized that it was the feeling of recognition but not what I hoped it to be.” She was surprised herself about how much she was telling him, making the feeling become more firm.

“And— And now I’m telling you all this and I’m not the most open person, like I’d rather avoid but with you it came natural, making me feel that it wasn’t just a simple recognition. I was just hoping…” she trailed off, not meeting his gorgeous dark brown eyes.

Billy was surprised, he did not know that she was having such a debate within herself and he usually knew what she was feeling. He prompted her to finish, “What—”, he cleared his throat feeling a little choked up, “What were you hoping for?”

“That I may know you from somewhere else. Actually I— I lost my memories. I can only remember stuff from an year ago, and I’m trying, I’m trying so fucking hard to remeber my life or how I lost them, but my mind just isn’t cooperating,” she choked back a sob.

Billy eclipsed her hand with hers and started rubbing circles on the back of her hand with his thumb in a soothing manner. He waited patiently until she was ready to say again. That was all he wanted her to do. Open up to him. Trust him again. He could not talk to her before, but now, he wasn’t going to miss a single chance.

He was brought out of his thoughts when she gripped his hands tightly and began speaking again, “I’ve been trying to find someone I know to get clear on what happened to me and who I am. That’s why when you felt familiar I was overjoyed...but then,” she did not say any further.

He smiled a little, it was an unconscious smile. He was just about to tell her the truth but a question lingered in his mind.

Y/N was filled with nervousness of having driven her new friend and probably her only chance at finding herself away. For William, it was due to his joy, shock and also nervousness. Funny how both husband and wife were having the same feelings, over the same topic just due to different reasons. Joy isn’t all that good sometimes.

Seeing Billy frozen like a stag in headlights, she was about to do what she does best, Reassure, Apologize and Run, they were like her personal three R’s, just one of them was an ‘A’.

He recovered quickly. “What about fu—Tom?”

“What about him?”

“Does he know?”

“Okay, I don’t know if you’re referencing the song or if it's genuinely a question.”

This earned her a little chuckle, trust his missus to make a reference or a joke out of almost anything, making her internally pump her fist in the air. At least he wasn’t mad, even though there was no reason for him to be.

“It was a question.”

“Oh...No, he doesn’t. I mean I didn’t tell him, though he’s been talking to me like I’m going to break. I mean, I may, but it’s not going to be in front of him, I don’t trust him enough. Maybe with someone like you.” She began rambling until she caught herself, “It’s a little...well, um, disturbing?” it sounded like a question even if she was sure it was...more or less. The nervous girl completely ignored the comment that made her husband grin like a Cheshire Cat.

“I guess,” he was relieved at that. Tom was not a right person in his eyes and he did not deserve to come near his wife. That man was beyond jealous and nothing about him screamed ‘good’. Granted Billy wasn’t entirely too, but Tom seemed off.

Plus, if Tom knew a lot about Y/N, shouldn’t he know that she and Billy are married? Not that many people knew about it, it was their not-so-secret, secret. They were spotted together, and none of Billy’s interviews or even talks went without a mention of her. That’s why the jealousy, he concluded.

The man was so lost in his thoughts didn’t even realize Y/N’s heart was shattering piece by piece. She felt like her heart was playing a drum, maybe having a loud orchestra inside and the tune merged with the situation was a dagger to her heart. She felt like she died today more times than Loki did. Sure, she had met many people, but the feeling of knowing him and remembering him was desperate. It was muscle memory.

But, every dark cloud has a silver lining. Even though this was a dark as shadow fold cloud, everything Billy said next surpassed the feeling she has when she finds a unique, too-good-to-be-put-into-words book.

“I know you. You know me.”

This was all it took for her to mend her almost disappearing-from-existence heart and for her to jump from her seat put him in a bone crushing hug. She clung to her like her life depended on him and to an extent, it did. She was beaming with happiness, clinging to him like a koala and thanking him over and over again, not caring the shhh’s she heard from the people reminding her that a library is supposed to be ‘a quiet place.’

Billy sighed happily, gave her an elated kiss on the cheek, returning her happiness with his own. Y/N was so overjoyed that she could kiss him but ultimately decided against it. It would be pretty weird to kiss him without knowing their relationship and this had absolutely nothing to do with his ‘sculpted by God’ face.

As cliche as it sounds, she felt and he knew, they fit like two puzzle pieces.

Just as she was about to ask Billy about her life this time, she was interrupted yet again, this time by one of her friends. It’s a running into people day or what? her internal voice questioned as she groaned. Thankfully, only Billy heard her, who chuckled at her eagerness making her snap at her head almost too fast, fortunately she didn’t get a whiplash.

“Y/N!”

“Dinah,” clearly her enthusiasm didn’t match her friend’s. Billy froze in his tracks. When the fuck did this happen? And why the fuck he doesn’t know? Doesn’t she know it’s dangerous? Smoke came out of his ear and his glare could put her in ten six feet graves right then and there. His hand rested on his gun, but Madani sensed his moments, giving him a look. His own glare did not flare and he motioned for her to go away.

They both asked about their reasons for being there, Dinah purposely ignoring the man in the back.

“I was returning from the hospital, saw you here and thought why not chat. I have something to tell you.”

“Wait...hospital? Is Karen alright?” worry evident in her voice. Okay, what? Damn he really needs to talk to the women he knows. He avoids one for good reason, and now all of them are hiding something from him! He stomped his feet. Frank definitely had a hand in this.

“I’m good, thanks for asking, calm yourself.” They both didn’t realize that Billy was patiently waiting to be included on what the fuck was happening. He not-so-subtly started tapping his foot, making both of them turn to look at him, a little embarrassed. He noticed that Madani’s eyes stayed on him for a little too long and he rolled his eyes, turning towards Y/N. “I think we should go.”

She shook her head, “After we talk?” He was not above taking her hand and leading her out of here, but before she could, Madani came into view.

“It’s rude to interrupt people, you know.” Billy gave her another glare, hand tightening on his gun. Does she really think he cares?

Y/N, unaware of the tension brimming, introduced them. They shook hands to continue their act and had to almost force his hand out of her grip. Okay, first shot, that hand.

“Are you really sure he’s a friend?” She made an act of eyeing him up and down. She was purposely riling him up now. He was about to lunge at her but a hand on his arm stopped him.

Y/N, sensing the situation, quickly intervened with a weird feeling in her guts, “Okay…okay, you got me. We are on a date,” she replied while grabbing Billy’s arm and trying to sound guilty, surprised at her acting skills. Billy smirked, jealous Y/N was making an appearance. He loved when his better half got like that because she got ready to fight anyone that comes within a two meter radius of him, unless it was someone they trusted. And she definitely didn’t trust Madani near Billy.

Note: I do not exactly hate Dinah Madani, I think she's pretty badass (mostly from season 1), but I really like a kind of enemies but tolerating each other for someone they both care about banter between Billy and Dinah. Like they know, of course, that nothing is going to happen, but Dinah still jokingly tries. I couldn't not bring up their past!

I'll edit the old masterlist for this one. And if someone still wants to read the Ben Barnes story, they'll have to scroll down (sorry). Unless if someone really wants to read it, I'll make a seperate masterlist sometime later.

Comments are always appreciated!

#ben barnes #sebastian stan #benjamin barnes #benjamin thomas barnes #ben barnes x reader #ben barnes x y/n #ben barnes x you #fanfic #sirius black #fanfiction #billy russo x reader #billy russo #frank castle #frank x karen #dinah madani #the punisher

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imma-devil · 2 years

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Starved for You

𝗧𝗮𝗴𝘀: body worship, gender neutral, kinda nsfw?, sorta random

I’m the kind of touch starved that when my mind drifts, I think of a person in my embrace. My hands gliding over their frame as I’m enamored by their very being. Each caress, painstakingly slow, as to take them all in. No part of them can be neglected because each aspect of them is breathtaking. My fingertips hover just above their skin, skimming over the surface, only meeting in fleeting moments. All while the other hand settles itself on their body’s intricate curves. The hand wanders, soothing comforting patterns, following the grooves of their frame. Our bodies so close— I can feel their breath in gentle waves on my neck and each stutter sends my mind ablaze.

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darlingshane · 3 months

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Professor Castle II

Frank Castle x F!Reader

Summary: Frank takes you to Curtis' wedding in Florida as his date.

CW: 18+. Explicit, Smut, Angst, Romance, Fluff, Vaginal Sex, Fingering, Mutual Masturbation, Kissing, Feelings, Age Gap, Professor/Student relationship.

Word Count: 6.5k

— Links: First Part // AO3.

A/N: I wasn't planning on adding another part to this, but this idea came to me as I was finishing the first one and I had to write it. There are a lot of mixed feelings and romance and smut. And we also get to know how reader and Frank got together in the first place. Billy and Dinah have a significant appearance here, and Billy is kind of a bitch. I can never bring myself to see him in a better light, even in an au like this.

It's Friday afternoon, after a hectic day of work and classes, that you get on a flight to Florida to accompany Frank to one of his best friends’ wedding.

It feels like a pretty surreal experience that he wanted you to come along, and that you also said yes. The last time you were invited to a wedding you were probably eleven or twelve and were seated at the kids’ table. Going to an affair like this as an adult with your very grown-up, secretive boyfriend feels like skydiving with no parachute.

It's already dark by the time the plane lands in the evening. The knot in your stomach tightens as you get off the plane. You were already nervous before taking off. Once your feet touch ground in Florida you wish you had a longer flight. It all happened so fast you didn't have time to prepare yourself for the idea of meeting Frank's friends. It's basically like meeting his family. Whenever you've heard stories about Billy or Curtis, he always talked about them as if they were blood brothers. So the whole thing becomes more scary the closer you get to the hotel.

There's a sudden shift during that half an hour ride to your destination. Internally, you feel like you still should hide your relationship with Frank, but he's been holding your hand the entire way there. You can't bring yourself to process how good it feels not having to care about if someone might see you or not. For months, being constantly alert is all you've done. It was exciting at first, but not as much as having his big paw holding your hand out in the open while the shuttle driver asks if you're here on vacation.

The building you arrive in sits so close to the ocean you can hear the waves crashing on shore and smell the fresh saltwater lingering in the air before you get out of the vehicle.

Once you've checked in, you get to a lovely room on the third floor with a view to the pool where a group of people enjoy an evening dive. You open the door to the balcony to let the air in, while Frank checks the rest of the room.

“Are you okay, baby?” Asks Frank as you lean on the railing outside.

“Yeah, just a little tired.”

“Well, there's a bed right here.” He points out before opening his suitcase on the mattress to take out his suit.

“It looks like a nice bed.” Glancing over your shoulder, you watch Frank straightening the fabric before hanging it in the closet.

When he's done, he joins you on the balcony, linking his arms around your waist.

“Should we go out to dinner or stay and order room service?” He softly kisses your nape.

“Hm, I'm fine with either. What do you wanna do?”

“Well, It'd be nice to go out since we never get to do that. But on the other hand, we haven't been really alone for a couple of weeks, and I was really looking forward to having you all for myself tonight.”

“It's still early, my king. We can do both.” You tuck your arm back to caress his jaw.

“Yeah? I thought you were tired.”

“I'm also hungry. Let me change and get rid of the airplane smell, and we'll go exploring.”

You unpack your suitcase and hang the outfits you picked for the next couple of days next to Frank's, which is such a bizarre thing to do. It's going to be an interesting weekend without having to put much thought into the secrecy of your relationship. Something as simple as just holding hands or letting your clothes live next to his, even if it's just temporary, makes you feel that normalcy most couples have. You wonder if this is what the future holds for you and Frank. It begs to question if this is the future you want with Frank.

Both of you freshen up and change into clean clothes. You slip into a long skirt with a halter top in your favorite color and a pair of sandals while Frank dons a pair of black chinos and a brown polo shirt.

Heading downstairs you go straight to the restaurant, sit at the bar and order some drinks first while you wait for a table.

“What?” you're chewing on the end of a straw when you notice Frank stare weirdly fixed on you. “Do I have something on my face?”

“No, you’re perfect.” His gaze beams full of wonder. “I just… Look at you. You're so beautiful. I can't believe you're here with me. I thought we'd never get to be out like this.”

“It’s kinda weird, isn’t it? But in a good way.”

“Yeah. C’mere,” his hand slides along your jaw and stops at your nape. A flick of his tongue swipes his lips before planting a wet one on your mouth. It lingers for a moment before diving for a deeper taste. It takes you off guard, and you almost want to pull back as soon as the tip of his tongue escapes past your teeth. It’s when it tries to meet with yours that you awkwardly pull your head back. His palm massages the back of your neck as you press your forehead against his, feeling a pang of sadness thrum in your chest.

“What’s the matter, sweetheart?”

Your head slightly shakes, as you look down at your hands holding his forearm on your lap.

“I just… I feel like everyone is staring at us.”

“Let’em.”

“Frank.”

“Baby, I’m serious. Nobody is watching us. Look around,” his hold loosens around your neck and your head swivels to see that in fact no one is interested in whatever you and Frank do. “Are you embarrassed to be seen with an old man like me?”

“You’re not that old.”

“That wasn’t a no.”

“I’m not embarrassed to be with you, Frank. I… I wish we could do this all the time like normal people do. It feels like after this weekend, we’ll never get to do this ever again. I know we just got here, and I’m just being dramatic, you don’t have to say it. But uh… it makes me sad we can’t go out like this at home.”

“Baby, I get it. I wish I could have you like all the damn time. It breaks my heart to see you every day and have to remind myself not to look at you or touch you or kiss you.”

“Sorry for bringing you down with me. It's been a long day. And being here with you is a little overwhelming. It's brought a lot of stuff to the surface I never even considered before. I see it comes out so natural for you to do something like holding my hand or kissing me, and I feel bad that there’s this weird thing blocking me from enjoying that.”

“Hey, don't apologize.” Frank sighs before gently pressing a kiss on your forehead. “I'm the one who's sorry for not realizing sooner that this was a bigger deal for you than I thought. I just wanted you here so badly, I didn't think what this meant for you– for us. How about we go back to the room, order something, put on a movie and take it slow.”

“No, it's okay. I'll be fine. I wanna get used to this. I wanna be here with you, Frank.”

“Yeah?”

Drawing a smile, you simply nod and squeeze his hand a little harder.

“Have I told you how beautiful you look tonight?”

“A couple of times. It doesn’t hurt to hear it again.”

Your lips pull up a little higher, as you lean forward to attempt to resume the kiss he started.

“Mr. Castle.” The restaurant’s hostess interrupts you just as you press your lips against his. “Your table is ready.”

She guides you to a table by the window with a view to the beach.

“Your waiter will be right over,” she politely says before going to fetch more people to place at the empty tables.

Despite being still a little nervous about the whole thing, you’re so over the moon with Frank, that it's easy to relax more and more in his presence. He knows how to smooth things over with just a few sweet words or an adoring glance framed by those glasses that really show the beauty of his eyes. You never thought he'd be this casual and forward when it came to showing public displays of affection. You're both overly cautious, but here, it's like he's flipped a switch in his head and all his problems are gone. Despite his impromptu decision the other day when he tried to break up with you, it feels like he's been dying to be able to show the world that you're his, and he is yours. You adore that about him and try to ease your mind into being more present right here and let go of all those worries that sadden your heart. Even if it's just for two days, you should be able to enjoy what you got.

By the end of your meal, you’re halfway through your dessert when a couple approaches the table.

“Hey, Frankie!” Billy, who you recognized from one of Frank’s pictures, makes him stand from his seat to give him a hug.

“Bill,” he addresses him before looking at the woman by his side. “Hey, Dinah. Good to see you again.”

“Yeah, good to see you, too.”

“And you must be the mystery woman Frank never told us about until a couple of days ago,” Billy directs his attention to you as you extend your hand in his direction.

“That’s my name, don’t wear it out.”

“Oh, she’s funny.”

“You have no idea.”

They both shake your hand as Frank sits back down.

“Thought you were going to turn in early like the rest of the party.”

“That was the plan, but we decided at the last minute to come down. You guys wanna join us?”

“No, we’re going to this swing by this bar down the street. You should come.”

“We've already had a couple of drinks,” Frank says. “We were about to call it a night.”

“C’mon, just a nightcap. It’s been a while since we’ve seen you. And you just can’t bring a date to Curt’s wedding and not properly introduce her like she deserves.”

Frank glances at you and shrugs, “you wanna go?”

“Just one drink?”

“Just one drink,” Billy repeats. “I mean if you’re old enough to drink.”

He says so casually it throws you off, but you’re quick to reply when you’re nervous.

“I’m going to pretend you didn’t say that but yes, I’m old enough to drink.” You prove it by lifting the almost empty cocktail glass from the table and bring it to your mouth to finish it.

He mimes his fingers zipping his mouth as Dinah gives him a look and Frank hangs his head down.

Once the momentary awkwardness has passed you choose to follow them down the boardwalk to a crowded bar at the end of the street. You take a table outside and order some drinks. You go for another cocktail, the guys have a couple of beers and Dinah settles for scotch on the rocks.

“So, Frankie here has strictly forbidden us to ask you questions. What is he trying to hide?” Billy stares at you from the other couch with his elbows leaned on his knees.

“I didn't say that. I only asked you to not give her the third degree.” He scoffs.

“It's okay.” You laugh, placing a palm at the small of Frank's back. “What do you wanna know?”

While Billy questions you about your life, where you come from, what you’re majoring in, what your hobbies are… Frank tries to remain not too bothered but often chimes in to say – you don’t have to answer that, when Billy pokes into something way too personal.

Almost through with your cocktail you stand up and head to the bathroom and Dinah stalks behind you.

“Didn’t realize you were coming too,” you say when you notice her holding the door after you step into the room.

“Yeah, I needed a break from hearing Billy talk. Don’t mind him, he always had a big mouth. It’s pathological, but he’s harmless… for the most part.”

“He’s… intense,” you say for the lack of a better word. “How long have you two been together?”

“Oh, we’re not together together. We just hang out sometimes.”

“You could’ve fooled me.” You lean on one of the sinks while Dinah fixes her makeup.

“How long have you been dating Frank?”

“Hm, almost a year.”

“You know, I dated a teacher once at the academy, but it was nothing like you and Frank.”

“How so?”

“He didn’t take me as a plus-one to a wedding for starters. It was just sex. I can see that it’s more for you and Frank. Is it?”

“I uhh… I think it is. It’s crazy that he invited me here.”

“Yeah, he’s been moping around for a couple of years since his last girlfriend. It’s good that he has you now. How did that happen?”

You can see that Dinah and Billy have more in common than she lets on. They definitely share the same hunger to gather information from anyone. You don’t mind them poking around to know more about you. It’s actually refreshing being able to talk about you and Frank for the first time, and if Frank has told them about you, it means that he trusts them.

“Well, it’s not an interesting story. We didn’t fall in love at first sight, or shared longing glances across hallways, or pass secret notes, and shit. He uh… we used to go to the same café outside campus that has the best coffee. One day I saw him trying to pay with his phone cause he forgot his wallet, and it wasn’t working cause he’s technologically inept to handle any app. So I paid for his coffee. The next day he paid for mine and I helped him manage his digital wallet. We started taking more and more outside class. We would walk together back to campus. Over time, it took us longer and longer to make it back. We would stop at this park to look at the ducks in the lake. Sometimes we fed them to stall. Though neither of us gave a shit about the ducks-”

“Of course,” Dinah softly smiles at your remark.

“Then I’d tell him I’d be at this art show, or go to this movie, whatever shit I was doing, hoping he’d show up, and he did. It was like that for months, one day we looked at the other, and we knew… I guess we fell in love. And at the same time we realized that we couldn’t see each other like that anymore. So we stopped hanging out. That lasted like three weeks tops. We were both miserable.”

“And then what happened?”

“I… it was the end of the semester, before finals, I had my first play, and he came to see it.”

“He came to see you.” She accurately points out.

“Right. Once it was over, he went backstage to say hi to everyone. I… before he left I said to him to wait for me in his car and he did. After everyone left, I headed out to the parking lot, got in the passenger seat and told him to drive. We talked for hours, trying to convince ourselves once more that we couldn't be together, that I'd never work, but it didn't matter. We made a choice and now here we are. We’ve been hiding for months and it…”

“It finally feels right to say it out loud.”

“I think so… I can’t tell anyone else in my life right now. It’s hard to trust anyone with a secret like that. But if Frank told you I guess I can trust you.”

“You can. I get it. Sometimes you can't choose who you fall in love with.”

“How come something that’s supposed to be wrong feels so right at the same time?” You’ve been wondering for months.

“That’s a complicated question, sweetie. But it’s usually the things that are supposed to be wrong that feel the best, unfortunately.”

Meanwhile, outside, Billy grills Frank a little more about you on a totally different approach than Dinah’s.

“C’mon, Frankie. You can’t be serious. You know you could lose your tenure if they find out.”

“They’re not going to find out.”

“If it was just sex I’d get it. I’ve had my fair share of coeds. The difference is that I’m not their teacher, well, sometimes they like to pretend that I am, if you know what I mean. But you’re bringing her to Curt’s wedding, as your date. That’s nuts.”

“Why is it so hard to believe that I love her?”

“Cause you haven’t been with anyone since Maria and the first person you date is one of your students. Does it sound sane to you? Are you having a midlife crisis or something?”

“You know, out of everyone, I thought you'd be the last one to judge, Bill.”

“I'm not judging you, Frankie. I'm just checking that you haven't completely lost your mind. Someone has to. You look like you're willing to risk it all out for her. Is she worth all that, your job, your reputation, your precious principles? I thought you had a code.”

“She's absolutely worth all that. Can you say the same about Dinah? When are you going to stop playing with her?”

“Me? She's the one who calls the shots. She's the one playing with me.”

“Yeah, sure.” Frank scoffs before taking a swallow of his beer.

“Okay, let's just say it's a game we both love playing. I use her, she uses me, it's a win-win situation.”

“Until someone gets hurt.”

“Well, some people like that. How are you keeping up with her?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean bed wise. I know from experience that twenty-year-olds are like feral cats. Can you handle something like that?”

“Jesus, Bill. You're fucking disgusting sometimes. Don't talk about her like that.”

“What? Have you forgotten how you were at her age? You were either fucking or thinking about fucking.”

“Not everything is about sex.”

“Right, so you're not having sex.”

“That's none of your business.”

“Well, if you're so willing to put your ass in the line, I hope you're getting at least something out of it.”

“That's all that is for you, huh? You never do anything unless you're getting something in return. Everyone and everything is trading businesses for you. Even love.”

“Love is for children, Frankie. Never did anything good for anyone. Look at you… Every woman that ever touched you left a deeper mark than the last one. I’d rather be shot a hundred times than having to carry imaginary scars. What do you think is gonna happen when she's done with you? You think a girl like that is ready to commit forever?”

“You're so full of shit, Bill. You talk big game, but you never made it past the side lines. If that's where you wanna stay there, fine, but don't pretend you know how it feels to put yourself out there and offer yourself without expecting anyone to hand everything to you right away.”

“You used to be more fun.”

“Well, your idea of fun is different from mine.”

“Hey, what did we miss?”

Dinah and you return to the table that seems to have gathered a visible dark cloud over them.

“Nothing, get your stuff. We're going back to the hotel.” Frank barks, promptly rising from his chair.

“Are you ready to tell me what happened between you and Billy?” you straddle Frank's lap on the bed. He's taken off his glasses and most of his clothes and the only thing left is his boxer briefs. You tried to pry on the way back here, but he was clearly still upset about something. Now that he's more relaxed you try again while you comb his hair with your fingers. “Was he mean to you? Do you want me to kick his bony ass?”

“I'd like to see that,” he chuckles as his palms smooth the bare skin of your thighs. “There's nothing to tell, sweetheart. He's just an asshole sometimes. I'll get over it. C'mere.”

He tucks a finger under your chin and pulls your face closer so he can seize your lips. You can tell he's trying to distract you from asking further questions but if he's not ready to talk about it then there's nothing you can't do right now. You happily accept his affection and quickly melt in the slow undoing of his tongue as it finds yours. It's easy to forget and forgive when he has you like this. All rational thought abandons you and suddenly your hips are grinding against him, following the same rhythm as his tongue as it becomes more eager to please you. His hands hold tight to your hips, coaxing you to feel him growing hard between those layers of underwear keeping your flesh from coming to close contact.

“God, I've been dying to have you like this, sweetheart,” his breathing falters between sloppy kisses.

“I know.” You break from his mouth and press your forehead against his, gazing down at the spot where your centers rub together to see his cock bulging up like mad.

Frank gets a hold of your top and swiftly pulls it over your head so he can kiss your tits. He buries his face in your chest while your arm curls around his nape. He's all tongue, teeth, and lips inciting your skin to come alive into tiny pimples. He sucks a nipple into his mouth, hums around it, and bites hard as you let out a breathless gasp when his teeth sink into your flesh. Before it starts hurting he releases it to see a faint mark around the circumference.

“Fuck me.”

“Yeah?” Biting his bottom lip, he draws the shape of your jaw with a finger before shifting positions with you to have you on your back. That same finger traces the length of your torso all the way down to your underwear. He takes a full sight of you for a beat before yanking your panties off you and pushing his boxers down.

His feet shimmy out of the fabric, as he lowers himself on top of you, letting you meet his full erection that throbs over your tender, slicked flesh. His warm breath heats up your face when he presses his parted mouth at the corner of your lips. He viciously rubs himself against you, collecting your juices all around his cock. Then he buries himself inside you as your whole body trembles as usual. Every time he penetrates you like this, the most thrilling chill takes over your body before you can even come. It settles at the back of your head, as all your senses are taken by that powerful lust force that you can’t control. Each thrust of his hips, each kiss, and lick, and word whispered in your ear takes you closer to heaven. He fucks you with mind, body and soul, like real men do, making you come with ease each fucking time.

“Tell me you love me,” you moan against his jaw, while you dig your nails on his back.

“I love you. I fucking love you, sweetheart.” He desperately pants as the pace of his hips becomes more urgent.

“Tell me you need me.”

“Of course I need you. All the damn time.”

You both gradually lose your ability to breathe the closer you get to orgasm. His sweat sticks with yours as your bodies melt together in that haze of love and lust bubbling all over the room.

“Tell me you’re never going to leave me again.” It sounds needy as you say it, but you need to hear it over and over, especially now.

“I promise…fuck. I promise I’m never gonna leave you again, baby.”

One of his hands clutches to your hips to keep you still while he fucks the light of you with unbridled passion. You can feel every inch of your body vibrating to the sound of his skin slapping on yours. Your breath comes out forced in short breaths as he makes that final effort that tips you over the edge. Your walls flutter and contract around his cock for a moment as you reach the top of your climax.

“I’m gonna… fuck,“ you’re squeezing him so hard, he just spills all of himself inside you while you ride that tide that makes your vision blur and ears ring for a moment while he tries to tame his own orgasm.

When you come to your senses, he’s dead weight on top of you, limp and hot, kissing your neck softly while he regains his breath. You can hear your own heartbeat in your ears still as one of our hands blindly glides up his back.

“You’re fucking amazing, you know that?” his voice comes out hoarse.

“I know.”

“What you asked me to say… you know I mean it, right?”

“I think so.”

“Are you still scared that I’m gonna leave you?”

“A little, yeah. I… it was just seven days ago when you told me that you didn’t want to see me again. I know you didn’t mean it and that you only wanted to keep us safe, but it was a hard week, Frank. I’m not mad at you. It’s just been a roller coaster of emotions, and now we're here together, playing like a normal couple and I can't help but feeling a little insecure about all of it. Not just you.”

“I'm sorry,” he shifts on top of you, lifting his head so he can capture your eyes. “I really am. I hate to make you feel that way. I know it's confusing but you gotta know something. You… You're all that matters to me. I’d die without you, sweetheart.”

“Now, who’s the dramatic one?”

“I only learned from the best.”

The next day, the wedding ceremony is set at noon.

Half an hour before the event, everyone starts gathering at the lobby to walk together to the beach. Frank holds a palm at the small of your back while he introduces you to Curtis finally and a handful of friends. He manages to avoid stumbling onto Billy altogether.

When you get to the beach, Dinah beckons you to take a seat next to her on the fourth row. Meanwhile, Frank stands next to Curt in the makeshift altar framed by swaying palm trees and a spectacular backdrop of vibrant blue skies adorned with wispy clouds and a blinding sun. Right by the groom’s side also stand Curt’s brother and Billy, who seems to be feeling the icy chill of Frank’s cold shoulder. You’ve never seen him this mad at anyone before and by the way Billy occasionally glances at you and Dinah, you start to wonder you're the cause of their rift.

Frank has traded his glasses for aviators and shines so handsome in a navy blue suit with a white dress shirt and no tie. Everyone is dressed in light fabrics and bold colors. You’ve chosen a floral romper and wedges.

Waiting for the affair to start, as you produce a pair of shades to shield your eyes from the sun, Dinah lightly touches your arm.

“You know I don’t agree with Billy at all,” she says coolly as if you had any idea what's going on. “I told you he was harmless, but he can be a real asshole sometimes.”

“I…” You glance at her, trying to gather some thoughts cause you’re really lost right now.

“Oh, Frank didn’t tell you?” She realizes by your expression. “I'm so sorry. I thought you knew.”

“No, he didn't tell me. I asked him. He said that it was just Billy being Billy. But I could tell it was more than that.” You're afraid of asking but if it's something about you, you have the right to know. “Bill doesn't like me, does he?”

“It's not that. He believes Frank isn't thinking clearly when it comes to you. Said you're just an infatuation that's going to get him in trouble. I'm sorry that you had to hear it from me. Frank should've told you.”

“It's okay. It's nothing that he and I hadn't thought of before. It's hard to hear it from someone else's mouth though. I guess that's why he didn't want to tell me.”

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, it'll be fine. I don't know Billy enough to care about what he thinks. It's me and Frank that matters.”

“You have more class than me. I'd definitely get back at him if he tried to alienate anyone in my life like that.”

“It's not really my style. He can think whatever he wants. It's a free country.”

“I shouldn't tell you this but… just so you know he didn't get any of this last night. After you and Frank left he kept whining like a bitch and I just had it with him.”

“Oh God, I'm sorry.”

“Don't be. It's not your fault.”

When the music starts playing, everyone rises from their seats to watch the bride walk down the aisle. They exchange bows under the most stunning setting you’ve ever seen. Though you don't know Curtis and Delia besides Frank’s stories, it's straight up lovely to see two people in love celebrating their joy with family and friends.

Once they’ve sealed the ceremony with a kiss, they cross the aisle together as husband and wife between joyful cheering and applause.

Then, the party moves to the reception in a locale nearby. It's held outside under a canopy of flowers and fairy lights illuminating the array of tables framing the dance floor. The food is served buffet style and your plate is 90% filled with shrimp when you take a seat next to Frank.

“Did you leave some shrimp for the rest?”

You simply shrug, amused, “you snooze, you lose. That's the rule of the buffet. Are you nervous about your speech?”

“A little.”

“Just pretend you're in class giving a lecture.”

“Yeah, I'll try that.” He gazes at you as he brings a piece of salmon to his mouth.

“And if that doesn't work, you know what they say… picture everyone naked.” You start stuffing yours with pieces of shrimp.

“I don't see how that'd be better. I don't wanna see any of these people in their birthday suits.”

“Then focus on me and my birthday suit.”

“I'll try that.”

Frank, of course, despite having some jitters about that best man speech he just has the right words to say about Curtis and Delia. He even makes everyone laugh with a couple of heartfelt jokes about his friendship with Curt. It's really endearing to see him among his people. You can tell that he's made a tight-knit group of loyal friends that'd be there for him for the rest of his life.

As the day progresses, and the alcohol starts taking effect a few people step into the dance floor. You spot Dinah dancing with Curtis’ brother and Billy sweet-talking to one of the bridesmaids by the buffet.

“You having a good time, baby?” Frank's arms circle your waist while you pick a glass of wine from the bar.

“I'm having the best time. Everyone is really nice.” You take a sip of your glass.

“I told you that there was nothing to worry about. Everyone loves you.”

“Well, not everyone.” You tilt your head to the side to point at Billy. “You should've told me what happened.”

“I didn't want to upset you.”

“I'm not upset, Frank. Like I told Dinah, I don't know him enough to care about what he thinks. I know you were trying to protect me, but you don't have to.”

“It's not that, sweetheart. I'm just tired of having the same conversation. We know what we're up against. Figure I could save you the headache of going through all our faults again. There was no point in telling you all the bullshit that came out of his mouth.”

“Well, that's good to know, but I don't want to hear it from other people either. If he said anything about me, I have the right to know, don't you think?”

“He didn't say anything specifically about you, baby. It was mostly about me choosing to bring you here.”

“But it really upset you. You should've told me.”

“I know, I'm sorry,” he kisses your jaw. “How can I make it up to you?”

“Hm… let me think,” you sway your hips, making him move with you. “I think a dance will suffice.”

“Sweetheart, I love you, but I can’t dance to this.”

“I can wait for a slow one.”

“Alright, but just one song.”

“Got it.”

As much fun as you had with Frank dancing without a care in the world, there's nothing like being back in the hotel room to rest for the night. Mingling with that many people can be exhausting and though you had a great time, you revel in the quietness and comfort of these four walls. To wash out the day of your skin, you take a shower together. Then you lay naked on the bed, face down with our arms tucked under your head while Frank's hands massage your back. His fingers knead all the right spots until you’ve completely relaxed before feeling his lips pressing soft kisses all over your spine. One of his hands slips between your thighs. You separate your knees further apart to make room for it as he softly massages your sex. His palm gently rubs back and forth while he presses his mouth to your ear.

“How does that feel, baby?”

“Good. So fucking good,” you hum. “Don’t stop, please.”

“You gonna make a mess for me, huh?” you notice one of his fingers slipping between your folds to feel those early drops of arousal. “Yeah, you always do.”

You laugh to yourself as he presses a little harder, drawing mind-numbing circles around your clit.

“God, I love you so much.” You lightly wave your ass at his touch, aching for more fiction.

Frank takes the hint and uses his index and middle fingers to rub harder around your hardened nub as he presses his semi-hard against your hip.

“Look what you do to me,” his breathing echoes in your ear, while he rubs himself on your skin. “You proud of yourself?”

“Not quite. You should be harder already,” you turn your head to look at him and move your closest hand to grab his length.

He laughs against your mouth before sending his tongue to taste your kiss.

Mutually serving the other, his cock grows harder in your fist, as you melt around his fingers when they invite themselves into your opening.

“Open your legs a little more, sweetheart,” you heed his command. “Attagirl.”

His thick fingers quickly are wrapped in a sheen layer of your juices as he pushes them in and out repeatedly, letting your arousal drip on the sheets. At the same time, you massage his raging erection that barely fits in the curl of your palm anymore when it's fully swollen.

“I wanna feel you, Frank,” you purr on his lips as he drives you out of your mind.

“Yeah? Want me to come inside you?” He makes a point to press his fingertips hard on your g-spot to earn a good moan out of you.

“You need me to beg?”

“A little. Yeah.”

“Please, I need you to fuck me.”

“Say what you whisper in my ear when you wake me up in the middle of the night just to fuck.”

“I'd die if you don't wake up right now and fuck me,” you sigh. “Please. I need you, king.”

“That's my girl. C'mere.” He takes his fingers away and handles your body so you're laying on your side. He pulls your back flush against his chest and drives the blunt tip of his cock smoothly between your legs.

“God, you're always so fucking wet.”

“Just for you.”

As you adjust your leg to be more comfortable, he tucks his arms around you. His bottom arm slips under your armpit to hold your chest, while his opposite hand rubs its fingers on your clit. Frank thrusts come long and dragged. His mouth opens at the crook of your neck to devour your flesh. You take the hand holding your tit and bring it up to your mouth so you can take his fingers between your lips.

“Fuck, you're gonna make me come, baby,” he rumbles in your ear when you blow his fingers as if it was his cock.

You can tell he's ready to burst by the way his length twitches inside you every time his fingertips touch the back of your throat.

Wrapped in an ethereal veil made out of love and lust, your bodies sync up and lace in an intricate knot, moving together like one. You expel the same shallow breaths. Pulses follow the same pattern. Arch your bodies at the same angle. He keeps a steady rhythm on your folds, you keep your mouth tight around his knuckles. When your legs start trembling, he trembles with you. You beg him again, to go harder. Your core fuses with his as the flame between burns brighter and hotter the closer you get to the top. Overwhelmed by the intoxicating haze, at the very last second, his body gives up and falls out of cadence. Frank comes with the force of a waterfall before you do. A deep grunt echoes in the room as his hips erratically keep pushing for a couple of seconds until he’s spilled every last drop into you.

“Fuck, I’m so sorry, baby,” his breathing falters.

“It’s okay. Just don’t stop. Please.” You pull your mouth away from his hand.

“Sh, sh, I won’t. Come for me, baby.” His fingers stay glued to your clit, his cock remains hard, and deep buried inside your walls while he keeps viciously rubbing on it to grant you your release.

You're so close, you can feel your body about to meet that same force. You clutch your hand around his wrist as your body locks for a beat before being overcome by that whirlwind of pleasure that takes you to a higher ground.

Frank holds you tight as your body goes limp in his embrace. You’d die here if you could, in his arms wrapped around you, in the comfort of his kisses and his voice in your ear telling you how much he loves you.

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Teeth

Part 17

Werepanther! Billy Russo x Female Reader

Masterlist

Warnings: Mentions of stalking, anxiety, bad dreams, comfort, talks of injury.

You find that packing a bag is a lot harder than anticipated.

You stand in your bedroom after Billy made sure it was safe, trying to just grab as many items of work clothing as possible. Your eyes drop on the modest blue dress you’d worn with the intention of catching his eye, and your heart squeezes at the reminder of every time he’d abandoned you. You really didn’t feel like doing this, staying with him would be torture, especially since you’d told him earlier in the day that you wanted absolutely nothing to do with him.

There’s a pressure in your throat when you think of him, and yet still, a flutter in your stomach. How could one person make you feel so sad, and undeniably happy at the same time?

You sigh, flopping onto your bed aggressively, feeling the cool sensation of your sheets against your cheek, wiggling to get comfortable and accidentally knocking one of your many pillows off the bed. You reach for it lazily, sitting up and grumbling when you can’t reach it.

Like everything else, you almost miss this, until you remember Billy telling you that he’d left some type of note.

It’s what makes you look, really look, ducking your head under the bed to look around. Tucked in the small space between your nightstand and your bed, you notice the peek of a piece of paper.

You reach for it, squishing your hand into the small crevice.

It’s not much bigger than your phone, and you tilt your head to study what you’ve found.

You know his handwriting, sleek and a little messy, perhaps too many things on his mind all at once.

‘I promise,

I didn’t want to leave you.

-Billy’

Your mouth turns down into a frown, a deep chasm of sadness being carved out inside you. You’re not sure how to feel, but for the first time, you try to think about things from his perspective.

Maybe he hadn’t meant to leave that night, maybe he’d wanted to wake up with you as much as you’d wanted to wake up with him.

You wonder what that might have been like, opening your eyes and finding him there, maybe still asleep. Just the idea of it flips your stomach.

And the absence of it brings tears to your eyes, longing for something too big for you to name.

Your lip wobbles, your throat tightens, the telltale signs of an oncoming episode of tears.

It’s like a release, letting yourself cry, feeling the lingering sadness and fear find a way out of you.

Desperate, to feel safe and protected.

He knows it’s Dinah before she knocks.

It’s a familiar scent, one of his most significant ‘almost’ relationships- if he could even call it that.

In reality, it had just been three months of fooling around, late nights and early mornings and a constant string of ‘never enoughs’ between them.

She’d put an end to it amicably over breakfast, and he’d understood, even agreed.

That was three years ago.

They’d encountered each other a lot over the following years, even butting heads over keeping clients of his safe once or twice.

Dinah, with her lilac scent, was something of a friend to him, despite the number of times their conversations escalated into arguments.

Billy pulls the door open to greet her, cup of coffee in hand, she steps in with her hair in a ponytail and her face clear of makeup, having clearly come from home.

“Thanks for coming so quickly.” He says to her.

Dinah nods.

“It’s fine.” She responds, taking a sip of her coffee and sauntering over to the photos still laid out on your counter.

He comes to stand beside her, trying to imagine what she could be seeing.

After a moment, the suspense is too much.

“What do you think?” He asks.

It takes a moment for her to respond.

“Someone is trying to scare her. These photos-.” Dinah gestures at two photos in particular, one of them is taken from a high vantage point, the rooftop most likely, of the alley where you’d been robbed. He can see the back of your head as you try to back away from one man just to run into the other. The other photo is of you and Andrew in the grocery parking lot, he can see the fear in your eyes. He takes a deep breath to reign in the beast.

“-Were picked in particular to frighten her, to show her that he’s always there, in her worst moments. They want her to feel watched.”

He clenches his jaw, it was an analysis he’d already drawn upon, but hearing it from someone else solidifies his anger.

“You think this is sexual?” Billy asks, looking over Dinah’s shoulder.

“I can’t say. They could be getting off on the fear, but the photos themselves don’t give much away, except that she’s being watched a lot.”

Dinah grabs a small packet of gloves from her bag, and carefully takes her time, tugging one out of the packet and sliding it onto her right hand. She grabs a photo, lifting it to her nose and taking a cautionary sniff.

He knows what she smells, ink, paper, and distinctly nothing else.

“Hmm.” She hums, flipping it around to examine the back of it.

He raises his eyebrows curiously.

“There’s no scent on these, nothing discernible. They could be copies for her, and not the ones the stalker looks at and obsesses over. But that doesn’t make sense.”

Billy’s trying to see what Dinah sees.

“Why doesn’t that make sense?”

Suddenly, Dinah pauses and tilts her head.

What now? Billy wants to ask.

“You’re not in any of these.”

“Yeah?”

Dinah looks up at him as if he’s supposed to understand something he clearly doesn’t. She looks back down, begins shuffling through the photos with her gloved hands. She stops at a particular photo.

“Isn’t this your front door?” Dinah asks.

Billy looks over, nodding at the photo of you, standing outside his apartment. He didn’t know when exactly it was taken, but he has a general idea that it might be when he was gone.

“It is.”

“But you weren’t there.”

“No.” He answers.

At the same moment, something else disturbs his ears. Both him and Dinah turn to your bedroom, listening to the quiet sounds of you crying.

Billy lets out a low sigh of agony on your behalf, he turns to Dinah to excuse himself, but she’s already looking at him like he’s her next puzzle.

“That bad, huh?”

He doesn’t dignify her comment with an answer.

“I’ll be right back.” He grunts, turning away from Dinah.

You wipe at your tears hastily when someone, who you presume is Billy, knocks on your bedroom door.

“Yeah?” You say, with a heavy wobble in your voice, crumpling the note in your hand to conceal it at the same moment he opens the door.

You glance up at him, a tear swelling at the corner of your eye.

You give an awkward laugh, looking away as you wipe your eye.

“Sorry, long day.” You mumble, sniffling.

He doesn’t say anything, walking over to you, before gently pushing the pillow that’s beside you away to make space for him to sit.

You furiously wipe at your tears, a little tired of depending on him to comfort you.

You sniffle, unable to handle the silence between you, opening your palm to show him the piece of paper you had intended to hide from him.

“Found your note.” You say, trying to keep your tone light, despite the shaky way it sounds.

“I’m sorry.” He finally says, in a low way that makes his remorse resonate through your chest.

You smile, shaking your head, wiping at more tears.

“It’s alright, I guess I’m still trying to understand how intense this field of work is.”

You hear him take a slow breath, still unable to look up at him.

“I shouldn’t be repeating this, but it was my friend, Frank. His son had gone missing. I can’t say much more than that, but I need you to know that I never wanted to do that to you.” Billy says softly, leaning in so that you can hear him.

Your heart squeezes even more, and you finally look up at him. There’s not much on his face that gives away his earnesty, only a look in his eye that begs you to believe him.

“Did everything turn out okay?” You ask, concerned.

He presses his lips together, nodding.

You look back at the note again.

“I guess if there had to be a reason for you to leave, that’s a good one.”

His hand clenches tightly into a fist before you watch his hand reach across to hover over yours. There’s a moment of hesitation before he touches you.

His large hand covering yours tingles almost instantly. His fingers are purposeful in their subtle motion. You watch his thumb sway over your skin.

You think about turning your hand upward, about the way his palm would feel against yours, like a fire that can’t go out.

But all you can do is think about it, too afraid in the moment to actually act, your chest squeezing as you struggle to decide what you want from him.

“Come on, you should meet Agent Madani. It’ll help you feel better to know she’s on the case.”

You smile, nodding your head slowly.

Agent Madani is gorgeous.

It’s definitely not the first thing you should be thinking when you see her, except that you couldn’t logically think of anything else with the way she looks.

She extends her hand out to you in greeting when you’re near.

“Dinah Madani, Homeland.” she says, and you shyly shake her hand, introducing yourself in turn.

“Stalking isn’t specifically handled by Homeland, but I’ll pass the information down to the relevant authorities. This is really just a favour to Billy.” She explains, inclining her head in his direction.

You wonder briefly if they’ve dated. The answer is probably yes.

“I do have some questions for you, about the pictures. Do you mind?”

You suck in a deep breath. Her casualness about the situation helps you.

“Not at all, go ahead.” You encourage.

“Do you have any idea which one of these are most recent?” She says, waving her hand over the photos spread out on your counter.

You examine them closely, immediately picking out the photo of you standing in front of Billy’s home.

“This one was taken Sunday I think.” You answer, pointing at it. You tilt your head, remembering the moment, your most desperate, you think, where you’d given up on calling and texting, going straight to his front door.

You keep your eyes on it, not daring to look up at him, afraid of the pathetic way you probably appear to him.

Dinah nods, making note.

“Okay, I’m gonna bag these up for analysis, and I definitely don’t recommend you staying here. Is there a friend you can crash with?” She asks.

“She’ll stay with me.” Billy supplies, and you really avoid looking at anyone in the room, pretending to find the invasive photos of yourself more interesting than the silent conversation going on between Billy and Agent Madani.

Dinah hits him with an angry stare as soon as you’re not looking.

Billy knows what it’s for. Saying anything about Frank was largely considered a bad idea. Bears were a popular target for hunters, their ability to withstand harsh situations meant that they were always stepping in to protect shifters that couldn’t protect themselves. Bears never turned from a fight, and in turn, protecting bear communities was priority one to all shifters. To take down one bear, was to also take down the hundreds they would protect from harm’s way.

It was no question why Dinah would be upset at him mentioning Frank to you.

But Billy didn’t care. He’d said as little as he possibly could, and you needed to know that he’d had a damn good reason for not staying that night. He needed you to understand that you were his highest priority now.

So, with that in mind, he keeps his gaze calm on the were-cheetah angrily staring at him.

Dinah turns to you after Billy’s little reveal that you’ll be staying with him. She dips into her wallet and produces a card.

“In case you want a different place to crash, give me a call.” Dinah says, extending her card to you.

The predator growls loudly inside his head, drowning out all his thoughts for a brief moment. No way would you be staying anywhere else than with him.

He has a self indulgent moment, where he thinks about seeing you just as you wake up. He curls his hands into tight fists at his sides. How was he going to be able to keep himself in check with you in such close proximity? Was he strong enough to look at you, and not take you into his arms?

He didn’t think he was strong enough now, as he watches you walk back to your room to continue packing.

Billy’s place is bare in a way that takes you a moment to realise that there’s nothing of substance used to decorate.

With a mix between blue and grey, the walls of his home stand solitary of anything besides mirrors, that help to make the place seem just a little bit bigger than it really is. As you step in, you’re met with a living room space on your left, the stone grey couches complimenting the walls easily.

There’s a vintage feel to his place, hardwood floors, with the bannister of the stairs made of some old winding wood, the doors are framed with articulate designs, which make you feel like you’re in a timeless space.

He places your bags gently on said couches, and you follow suit with the small bag of personal items in your hand.

“I’ll show you around a little bit.” He says, barely meeting your eye.

“Okay.” You respond, your voice feeling louder than normal.

The lower floor has a gym, and somehow a swimming pool. The deeper in you move, the less antiquated things feel, and the more modern. It’s not too noticeable to the untrained eye, but you manage to identify what’s new from what’s old.

You stare at the pool in open-mouthed surprise. The ceiling dotted with many tiny lights, giving the impression of a night sky above the water.

“Holy shit, this room is pretty cool.” You murmur, taking a few steps in, admiring the plants that surround most edges of the pool.

“Thanks, I designed this myself, I really wanted something that felt like the forest. I even have a rain setting.”

You turn to watch him move into the room, and tap on a small LED screen. After a few more taps, it begins to rain right above the pool.

“Woah.” You say, feeling a desperate urge to just shed your clothes and jump right in, the rushing sound of the rain tingles your ears pleasantly.

“You’re welcome to use it whenever you like.”

You turn to look at Billy, your stomach flipping with all the thoughts running through your head. You think about the way he kissed you.

He takes a deep breath, looking away, making a few more taps to stop the artificial rain.

He takes you upstairs next, showing you to a guest bedroom near the front of his home, where you can see the cars passing by on the street, but no sound of them reaches your ears because he’s soundproofed the room for comfort.

Beside your room is his office, and then across from that is a sitting space with a TV. When you look out of the windows here, you can see your building, and you realise that this window looks right into your bedroom.

With absent minded realisation, you acknowledge that this is the window he was standing in, that night when he-

You gulp, feeling your body flush with heat.

You study the window frame, trying to memorise it, trying to imagine Billy standing in this very spot, stroking his magnificent cock, head tilted back… moans that echo through your head from the night you spend together… the way he probably looked- maybe with sweat beading on his skin-

You blink, mouth parted, breaths harsh, trying to rein yourself in, your clit throbbing at the very thought. You swear you could come from just the idea of him alone.

He’s standing behind you, and you hope that you keep a calm, neutral expression on your face when you turn back to him.

His eyes on you make you flutter, you feel like a pair of wings, anxiously flittering under his warm gaze. You find it hard to maintain eye contact.

“You have a nice place.” You whisper quietly, glancing up at him for only a moment.

Billy can smell your arousal.

Notes of sweet strawberries in the air, he licks his lips and takes a deep breath, tries to reorient himself.

He’s growing used to fighting the predator inside himself by now, that demands he scoop you into his arms and kiss you till your eyes glaze over from the bliss.

He thinks about it, thoroughly, he’d walk up to you, pin your body against the window so that you can’t slip by him, cup the back of your head and press his mouth to yours. He’d sigh in relief, his cock slowly starting to swell as your hands would grip his biceps, trailing up and into his hair. He considers what taking you against the window would be like, only being pulled from his thoughts when you speak.

“Wait, I’m not done showing you around.” He says smoothly, extending his hand for you to take.

He watches you look down at his hand and something like surprise covers your features. He considers he might be pushing it, and he begins to retract the offer of holding his hand.

He doesn’t get far before your hand is slipping into his, giving him a reassuring squeeze that feels like it goes right to his heart.

He tries not to overdo it, turning and guiding you.

A little path down from the kitchen and you both reach another bedroom.

“This is mine.” He says, his voice sending waves of desire through you.

You blink in amazement at the room.

Dark, viridian walls, a four poster bed with midnight black sheets, you tilt your head and admire the ambience the room mimics. Floating shelves that look like rocks and a couple of lamps in the shape of mushrooms.

And yet still, barely any personal items lying around.

You can count them all in one hand, a few worn books on his nightstand that you trace your fingers curiously over, a watch that’s no doubt triple your salary, and a t-shirt dropped on the bed as if he was in a rush to leave.

Before he came to you, you realise.

“You don’t have a lot of personal items lying around.” You think aloud.

“I’ve heard that before. I just don’t have that many sentimental things.”

You try to smother a fond smile.

“I have the movie ticket stubs from the first time I saw a movie by myself.”

“I hate crowded theatres.”

“I have pictures of Amy and Dani and me at each other’s birthdays.”

“I have Frank’s dog tags?”

You giggle, turning to him.

“I guess that counts. Maybe you have sentimental items in your own way.”

“Maybe I do.”

You want to sit in his bed, instead you settle for touching the sheets, wondering what sinking into them would feel like, absentmindedly, you take a deep yawn.

“You should get some sleep.” Billy suggests from behind you. You look back at him.

“I’ll show you the rest of my place tomorrow.”

You let out a slow sigh, nodding, before heading to his door.

“Goodnight, Billy.” You say softly.

“Sweet dreams.” He answers.

When you leave his room, you find yourself wide awake again.

After a quick shower, you lie in bed, staring up at the ceiling, trying to figure out why you’d felt so sleepy in his room, and so wide awake in this one.

You wonder what being next to him again would feel like. His warm skin and his deep breathing, right into your ear, spreading tingles over your skin. You need him, you realise, you need him in every way one person needs another. The only way you’d be relaxed now, is thinking about him beside you.

You only notice you’re asleep when you dream of him.

He’s sitting on the couch outside of his office when you find him. Billy looks up at you with a smile as you approach.

You don’t say a word, climbing onto his lap and resting your head on his shoulder, feeling the peace he radiates seep into you.

The serenity turns into something more when he kisses your neck.

You hum, feeling his hand drift into your hair, fingers on your scalp to ease your stress.

“Despite how much I ache for you,” He whispers, “Right now, I just want to make you feel safe.”

You sigh, letting your shoulders slump in peace.

“If there’s anyone that could do it. It’s you.” You reply, “Billy I- I feel so much for you.”

He says your name on a soft breath.

“I know it’s fast and probably insane but more and more I can’t stop thinking that… you’re so right, and I wonder- I worry- if I’m right for you.”

Suddenly, he disappears from under you. Vanishes into thin air.

You look around, calling his name in confusion.

In the window, something catches your attention.

You stand, worry in your chest, fear as you approach, your dream consciousness is too curious to deny peeking out of his apartment window.

You can see your bedroom, the curtains have been pulled open, you tilt your head in confusion, knowing that the last time you looked out of this window, your curtains were drawn.

In the haze of the night, you can just make out the shape of your bed, lilac sheets that do not look quite right, as if you’re seeing it from an angle you’ve never seen before.

Still, there’s a seed of fear inside of you, something is off about what you’re looking at. Your curtains sway in the breeze.

Fear seals itself into your bones when a dark, unfamiliar figure stands in your window, looking back at you.

You don’t realise you’ve jerked awake until the crash of falling glass meets your ears.

You sit up in fright, looking over the edge of the bed to see that you’ve knocked over the glass of water that was on the nightstand.

Your breathing is shallow, still trying to process the last few moments of your dream when the door swings open startling you.

His hair is fluffy and askew, his beard still a little too long and his body bare save for a pair of loose pants.

Your heart is still slamming into your ribcage, and breathing is a task, but you still try to speak.

“I’m fine,” You gasp, “Bad dream.”

You hunch over, pressing your hand to your chest as you hear him moving around. Everytime you close your eyes, you see the silhouette of someone you don’t know, in your private space, looking at you. Unsettled, your heart pounds, your body betraying you with the way you tremble.

Billy grabs a spare towel from the adjoining bathroom and places it on the floor beside the bed to soak up the spilled water.

You startle when you feel him beside you in the next moment.

He cups your face, urging you to look up at him. For a moment, your still dreaming brain swears he’s going to kiss you. It helps you calm down a little more, though the fear still spears through your chest.

“Wanna sleep in my bed?” He asks softly.

You don’t even think about it, nodding eagerly.

He doesn’t hesitate to slide his arm under your knees, and lift you easily. His strength distracts you even more from your fright.

“I can walk.” You argue meekly.

“There’s glass all over.” He responds, something of an excuse more than anything else.

You sigh, relaxing against him, when he walks past his sitting area and kitchen, you close your eyes and bury your face in his chest, too afraid of what you might see.

You wait patiently till the sound of his footsteps change, from the echo of a large room to the muted footfalls of the rug in his bedroom before you can open your eyes again.

He’s gentle, placing you on his bed carefully, you miss the feeling of his skin, looking up at him with a mix of anxiety and drowsiness.

“I’m scared.” You whisper to him, too vulnerable to worry about how you appear to him.

His eyes are filled with something- molten and warm, concern and understanding.

“Want some water?” Billy offers, and you nod absentmindedly.

You find the strength to be okay with him leaving the room, turning your head to stare at the mushroom lamp illuminating his space.

His space.

You’re suddenly aware that this is his bed, and these are his pillows, and this is where he sleeps and it brings you comfort to be in his space, taking up room.

Your mind jumps back to an image of the dark shadow, and you let out a sigh of frustration. You press the heels of your palms to your eyes, trying your hardest not to cry.

Why was this happening to you? Your thinking spirals, reminding you of all you’d been through. Your head flashes to an image of the serial killer. The fear you’d felt when you’d first noticed him, standing in the shadows, just watching you.

You can’t seem to stop it, your brain going right into the memory of being mugged, your back hitting the wall when you were pushed, the air leaving you now, just like it did then.

He calls your name, and you raise your head.

"I'm alright." You say to his silent question, reaching out to accept the glass of water from his hands and taking a cursory sip.

"Thank you." You say.

Billy sits beside you, studying you carefully while you look into the glass cupped in your palms.

"Wanna talk about it?" He asks.

You sigh, shaking your head.

"There's not much to say. I'm just scared."

"Can I help?"

You look up at him with a small frown on your face.

"You're helping a lot already, I'm worried that I'm-" your voice trails off.

He moves a little closer.

"That you're-?" Billy prompts.

"That I'm too dependent on you. That you've become the person that can calm me the fastest. That if you weren't around, I might have spiraled into a panic attack."

"There's nothing wrong with needing help." He supplies, and you nod your head to agree with him, a small frown tugging at your mouth.

"I still feel like a burden though, I'm sorry."

He finally get comes in closer, taking the glass away from you, placing it onto the nightstand beside you. You look up at him in curious surprise when he settles himself into the space beside you.

He reaches for you, encouraging you to the his hand. You let him pull you closer, wondering what he's doing.

He pulls you into the space beside him, your head resting on his shoulder, your body tucked into his side.

"I know how you feel. I've felt like a burden before."

"Yeah? Will you tell me about it?"

"Well, a good one is that time I got shot. No military training really prepares you for how much that shit hurts."

You smile at his emphasis.

"Frank and I were pulling of some impossible shit when it happened, behind enemy lines somewhere stealing intel or something- the how is not really relevant. But the bullet had been dipped in poison and by all means, Frank had had every reason to leave me behind."

Billy remembers it, the sound of gunfire from the hunters behind them as they'd been escaping. One lucky bullet laced with snake venom and he was basically dead.

"Frank had tossed me over his shoulder, and kept running. He'd put me down somewhere safe, and went back for the antidote."

Your eyebrows raise in surprise and admiration for his friend.

"When he came back. I told him how dumb he was. He should have let me die, he risked the intel that would have saved countless lives… for me."

You study his face, the far away look in his eye as if he's right back wherever he was the first time.

"Frank's only response was that he'd do it again in a heartbeat."

"He likes you." You respond.

"Yeah, I guess he saw something in me that was worth keeping around." He finally looks down at you, "And maybe, to him in the moment, he didn't see me as a burden."

He cups your cheek, thumb caressing the lines of your face.

"I understand now how he felt, cause I don't see you as a burden. I see you as someone who just needs a little help."

You let out a sigh, reaching your arm across his chest to give him a little hug.

“I guess- you’re right. But-”

“-No buts,” he cuts you off, “I am right.”

You laugh, pressing your face to his chest, feeling drowsiness overtake you.

You take a slow breath, yawning.

“Thank you.” Is the last thing you say before closing your eyes, feeling his body with every sense you have, no longer having to imagine what he would feel like because you have him right next to you, just like you’d always hoped.

#werepanther #billy russo #billy russo x reader #billy russo x female reader #my writings #werepanther!billy russo #billy russo smut #monster!billy russo #monster!billy

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kensthjerte · 1 year

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pov: Billy survived and the memories of Dinah began to come back to him

#the punisher #thepunisheredit #dinah madani #billy russo #dinahmadaniedit #billy x dinah #billyrussoedit #ben barnes #benbarnesedit #amber rose revah #netflix punisher #netflix #marvel netflix #marveledit

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nastasyafilippovnas · 2 years

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I love the "I deceived my girl for my own selfish reasons, made her think I'm good guy when I'm really a piece of trash, now she found out the truth and wants to kill me with her bare hands, but I still can't make myself to go after her as I should because I secretly find her trying to kill me kind of hot" dynamic.

#the punisher #billy x dinah #my name netflix #no spoilers bc i still have one episode to watch #but isn't that their dynamic too?#when she gets arrested and he is like 'so can we get her out'#and his lawyer is like 'huh isn't she trying to kill you?'#also when he says it would be a wasted to kill her #i know it will all end in heartbreak but whatever #that is half of what makes it good #ji woo x choi

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queen-haq · 5 months

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Fic: Grudgingly Yours, Part 11

Grudgingly Yours, Part 11

Summary: You are a general surgeon, working in a hospital that’s slowly sucking the life out of you when one day you’re given the offer of a lifetime.

A.K.A - An arranged marriage fic :)

Pairing: Billy Russo x You

Rating: R

Masterlist (contains links to my other stories and this one)

Billy didn’t know when it happened. Sometimes he thought it was instantaneous, like those cartoon images when someone got a brilliant idea and a light blub flashed on. Other times, it was the absolute opposite. A slow warmth that spread over him, a feeling that he never knew existed. The longing intensified over time, grew more potent with each interaction, escalating from lukewarm to a searing heat that took over him completely.

It was a complete mystery to him, but ultimately the how didn’t matter. End result was the same - he was in love with you.

But he didn’t want to be, he fought it with everything he had.

For so long his only goal was to destroy those who hurt Frank and him. He spent years obsessing over it, gathering as much info as possible so he could track down the fuckers. Because once they were dead, the nightmares would cease. He’d stop hearing Frank’s struggling words while taking his last dying breath. The tortures, the beatings, the smell of burning skin – the horrific memories would end and he’d be the same soldier he was before they were captured. The chaos in his mind, the restlessness and insomnia – all of that fueled his drive for revenge.

And then you came along.

At first you were the thing he had to bear because his grandfather insisted. He needed the old man’s money and connections to find the kidnappers and figured he’d make your life a living hell until you left him. Except you ended up being completely different than he’d expected. Not quiet, not meek, definitely not docile – all the qualities his grandfather wanted. Instead you were loud and bossy, and you didn’t take shit. From him or Alistair. You fought back. You argued. And you definitely retaliated when things got dicey. You defended him when he’d been a complete ass to you, for no reason other than the fact you didn’t like bullies. That’s what Billy couldn’t understand, how you could threaten to poison him one night and then defend him the next. You were a fucking enigma.

On the anniversary of Frank’s death, when Billy had been at his absolute worst and no amount of alcohol or drugs could quiet the bloodcurdling memories in his mind, you offered him comfort. You held him, hugged him, cradled him to sleep – and it was the first night of rest he’d gotten in months. You did that for him, despite all the insults he hurled your way. You had compassion for him, and others, and a kind of strange empathy he simply didn’t understand and it fascinated him. It was such a direct contrast to how you spoke when you were angry, how you proudly wore the label of golddigger, how you talked smack to Alistair. You were a complete bitch yet you were busting your butt trying to open a clinic for people who no one gave a shit about. He didn’t get why. He didn’t get you. And that curiosity drove his fixation for you, thoughts of you clouding his mind more and more. It wasn’t until Curtis’s wedding that he realized if he were to let you, you could make him abandon his quest for revenge. Seeing Maria there, knowing how easily he could forget his promise to Frank, it hit him like a ton of bricks the hold you had over him. He tried to deny it, to himself, to you, tried to ignore his growing feelings for you, to hate you, but he couldn’t. Until Dinah came to the wedding with news about Frank’s killers, and then he realized it was a sign from the universe he needed to refocus on what really mattered – justice for himself, for Frank. Making the murderers pay. There was no room for you in his mind or his heart. You didn’t belong in his life. So he humiliated you, knowing that would make it easy for you to hate him before he took off for certain death. Even if there was a small chance he’d survive, he didn’t want to be with someone who held so much fucking power over him.

Of course that turned out to be complete bullshit.

Instead of fading, his feelings intensified during the past two months. And they didn’t distract him from his mission. No, the complete opposite. Having you in his mind helped him stay focused - there was no way he’d let his enemies live when they could get to him again. Or you. Fuck no. So he hunted them down meticulously and killed them all, wiping out all traces that could come back to haunt him.

After he accomplished what he set out to do, he came rushing back because he couldn’t stand the fucking ache in his soul anymore. Two long months had passed without any contact with you and he’d had enough. The longing for you was palpable, a living, breathing black hole that strengthened more and more everyday and wreaked havoc with his fucking mind. The only thing that brought him any peace was the thought of seeing you again. Your laugh, your voice, your scent. How your eyes lit up when you got the upper hand on him. The way your face scrunched up into the most adorable scowl when you were concentrating on work. The tender expression on your face when you connected with him emotionally.

But when he got home at three in the morning, there was no sign of you in the penthouse.

The bottom floor was clean and pristine. The living room, which you’d made into a makeshift office, was free of its usual clutter. Your bedroom was untouched, your closets empty. He’d been in your room a few times over the months - discreetly so you weren’t aware – and knew your penchant for choas Makeup scattered on the bathroom counter. Clothes piled on the nearby recliner. But there was nothing of you left in that room, like you’d never been there in the first place. And that fucked him up badly. Because it never occurred to him you’d leave. After all, you’d made a goddamn deal with Alistair. And the two of you were married. That meant something. But seeing your room empty, discovering all of your things gone, recognizing he’d fucked up so bad that you left – he couldn’t stand it. He needed you. He wanted you.

He loved you.

And he wasn’t going to lose you.

“Get your fucking hands off of me!”

Your rage-filled voice brought him out of his reverie instantly. He knew you’d be pissed, was counting on it actually, because it was how he could get you to drop the ice-queen mask. And his plan worked, if your fiery eyes were any indication. His hands gripped your wrists, his body pressed against yours so he could feel every inch of you as you struggled against him. You didn’t make it easy, that’s for sure. Only a few seconds ago you’d tried to hurt him with the glass you were holding, but he’d managed to swerve it away.

“Why are you here, you fucking psychopath?” you screamed, panting for air.

Your cheeks were flushed, lips still red from lipstick you were wearing. You looked hot, so fucking hot, and he couldn’t stop staring. There was a time when you meant nothing to him and now all he wanted was to immerse himself in you completely.

You tried to knee him in the groin but he blocked the move by stepping aside, easing his grip on you. At that moment you tried to escape but didn’t get far, running over the glass shards that lay on the floor. Hearing you groan with pain, he quickly rushed over. As he tried to pick you up, you fought back hard and kicked him repeatedly. That’s when he noticed you were bleeding. Shit. “Calm the fuck down!”

“Go to hell!

Using all his strength, he pulled out the zip ties from his back pocket and secured them around your wrists. It wasn’t easy with you pushing and shoving at him, but he finally managed to wrangle you under control. Throwing you on the bed, he then secured the zip ties around your feet.

“Asshole!”

He stood back. Peering back at you, he was mesmerized. Fuck, you were so hot. And now you were all tied up and screaming mad, like one of his fantasies come to life, and all he wanted was to fuck you senseless. He was hard just watching you squirm, but he forced himself to snap out of it. You were bleeding. Storming over to the bathroom, he started looking through the cabinets until he found some first-aid supplies. He took a quick glance at the mirror only to find the top of his shirt covered in blood spots. Shit. Apparently you’d managed to cut him earlier but he hadn’t noticed.

Grabbing some stuff, he returned to the bedroom. You were still on the bed where he left you, glaring at him.

“I need to clean your cut. Promise you won’t kick?”

“I promise I’ll kick your teeth out!”

He smiled at you affectionately, unable to help himself. “Thought of murdering me always gets you hot, doesn’t it?”

“Oh, yeah. Come closer. Give me a knife and I’ll show you how hot.”

He sauntered forward. “I’m trying to help you here.”

“By sneaking into my apartment and tying me up? What the fuck is wrong with you?”

The fight earlier had messed up your hairstyle, leaving your hair wild and messy. His fingers ached to run through the strands, the smell of your shampoo etched into his brain. Extending his hand, his finger twirled around one of the loose curls when you suddenly tried to bite him. He grinned at you, enjoying the burst of angry red that spread through your cheeks. “Still not ready to play nice?”

“What do you want? Why are you here?”

The top button of your shirt had ripped off, drawing attention to the curve of your breasts peeking out from underneath. Fuck. Your tits. He remembered the sensation of sinking his face in your cleavage, the way your breath shuddered when he was sucking on your nipples.

“Billy!”

Snapping out of his daze, his gaze trailed up to meet yours. “You’re coming home with me.”

You stared back at him defiantly. “Fuck you! I’m not going anywhere.”

“You don’t have a choice.”

“I’ll slit my own wrists before I go anywhere with you!”

He cupped your face with both hands. “No, sweetheart. It’s that fuckboy who’ll die if you don’t.”

You froze immediately, concern flooding your face. It was a punch to his gut, seeing how much you cared about the fucker.

“What did you do to him?”

Billy clenched his jaw. “He touched you, after I warned him not to. He had to pay for that.”

“What the fuck does that mean?” You swallowed an audible gulp. “Did you hurt him?”

He knelt down on the floor and started inspecting your knee. “He’s alive. For now.”

“Why are you doing this?” Your voice cracked for just a second, enough for him to realize the turmoil you were in.

He picked you up and carried you to the bathroom, grateful you weren’t pushing back this time. With a gentle touch he washed your bruised knee and tended to your cut. When you grimaced from the sting of the rubbing alcohol, he blew soft air on the wound, trying to ease your pain. He sensed your eyes following his every gesture, waiting for him to make his next move.

You were perched on the bathroom counter, your hands and feet still bound. Standing up to his full height once he bandaged your knee, he met your gaze. Whatever you were feeling a few seconds ago had dissipated, replaced by a glacial glint in your eyes.

Your voice was filled with contempt when you spoke next. “So what’s the plan? You gonna use Calvin against me?”

There were so many things he wanted to say to you. That he was sorry. That he’d fucked up. That he couldn’t stop thinking about you. Yours was the face he saw every time he closed his eyes, and the person he dreamt about when he wasn’t haunted by nightmares. With you he felt alive, hopeful, and more than just a ball of rage that dominated his life for so many years. But he didn’t say any of that. He couldn’t. Because it scared the fuck out of him. It was so much easier to show you instead.

He tucked a loose strand of your hair behind your ear, and this time you didn’t try and bite him. Progress. And then he cupped your face with one hand, thumb stroking your cheek, while the other hand slowly caressed the skin under the plastic around your wrists. “Fuckboy will be fine as long as you do what I say.”

“Is this because of Alistair? If he’s-”

“I don’t give a fuck about him. He has nothing to do with this.”

“Then what difference does it make? I don’t have to move back. We can stay married and live separate lives.”

He peered at you closely, studying every inch of your face. “That’s not what I want.”

Agitated, you glared at him. “What do you want then?”

His mouth closed over yours.

He didn’t intend for it to be a rough kiss, opposite in fact. He wanted to show you another part of him, reveal to you that he wasn’t always an asshole, but as usual his plans had a way of fucking up. Instead of tenderness, he kissed you with a raw urgency, venting all the pent-up frustration of missing you. And you returned his kiss with equal ferocity, tongue against tongue, teeth clashing, not letting him slow down, driving him crazy with your mouth. His hands wrapped around the back of your head. Holding you tight, he pulled you close. A muffled moan escaped you, and it suddenly dawned on him your hands were still cuffed. Feeling guilty at your discomfort, he pulled away. Panting for air, he pressed his forehead against yours while pulling out his blade from the inside of his jacket. You were equally out of breath, your eyes a whirlwind of firestorm before you closed them.

Just for a moment it was like the last night he’d spent with you. No pretensions, no fucking games, only the two of you consumed with each other. He reached for your wrists, dropping soft kisses on where the zip ties had left an imprint. And you let him, not struggling with him or pushing back.

“Is this part of the deal, Billy?” The softness in your voice directly contradicted the hardness in your gaze. “If I fuck you, you’ll let him go?”

Your words disgusted him, making him sick to his stomach. “I don’t need blackmail to get you to fuck me.”

You snickered, shaking your head. “Oh, that’s beneath you? But you have no issues blackmailing me to live with you?”

He cocked his eyebrow. “I’m playing the only card I have left at this point.”

You stared back at him with an incredulous expression. “Seriously? My life is a game to you? Calvin-”

“Stop fucking saying his name!” Billy spat out.

He tried. He tried to stay calm and not lose it, tried not to think about you fucking that asshole. Tried to tell himself you deserved to move on after how he ended things - but he couldn’t stand it anymore. Couldn’t stand the thought of you touching that fucker, sleeping with him, laughing with him. Talking with him. It was driving Billy crazy. Did you hold him close at night and tell him about your day? Did you rest your head on his chest until you fell asleep? Did you let him hug you? Comfort you? Did you let him love you?

Fuck no. No. No. No.

“You’re my fucking wife!” He grasped your face, squeezing your cheeks. “You're the only thing that kept me sane these last few months. I can’t breathe without you. I don’t know how to anymore. I don’t know how to be me again. You’re all I fucking think about!”

You froze, eyes brimming with shock.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry about everything.” He pressed his temple against yours, pleading with you. “Give me a chance- “

‘So you can treat me like trash again?” You shook your head. “No. I’m done with you.”

Your voice trembled, you were struggling to contain your emotions. Instinctively he knew your cold façade would be up again, that there was no point in forcing you to talk at this time.

Swallowing the lump in his throat, Billy stepped back. As quick as you, he composed himself outwardly. “You might be done. But I’m not.” He knelt down and cut off the zip tie that bound your feet together. “We need to get going. I’ll help you pack your things.” Rising to his full height, he leveled you with a somber expression. “Don’t make this any harder than it needs to be. Or Calvin’s gonna lose a lot more than just his fingers.”

He turned around and walked out of the bathroom.

A/N - Um, thoughts? As always, thank you for the wonderful feedback. I truly appreciate all of the comments and messages I receive; it's what inspires me to keep writing!

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k-marzolf · 8 months

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Mine.

Warnings; fluff, jealousy, possessive behavior, friends to lovers, fem!reader.

@idaofinfinity @e-dubbc11 @rosaleenablack @firexfate @aoi-targaryen

Billy pulled you inside your apartment building away from the cold December breeze. You climbed the stairs, admiring his profile. Lithe like a panther, and just as deadly.

You didn’t know what you were to your best friend, but god you wanted him in any way he’d have you.

Something in you purred; Mine.

“Somethin’ on your mind, sweet pea?” He husked, taking his coat off and watching you, as though he could see the wheels turning.

“She can’t have you.” You said, kicking your boots off, your cheeks burning from the cold.

Billy smiled, laying across your bed. “Yeah?” He knew who you were talking about, you’d sulked at the bar when Dinah had approached.

“Mhm, I’ll fight her for you.” You said, cheek pressed into his sweater, wiggling your toes in your thick socks.

He laughed; he’d be willing to pay good money to see you fight Madani. “What am I gonna do with you, sweetheart?” He husked, kissing your forehead.

“Kiss me?” You asked, sleepily.

God, he loved you.

#billy russo #billy russo x reader

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marvelmusing · 1 year

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Blood in the Water

Pairing: Billy Russo x Reader

Summary: When Billy goes to get the paperwork for your new life together, Agent Madani pays you a visit. (Season 2 AU where Billy has been living with you instead of Dumont after escaping from hospital)

Warnings: blood, murder, fighting, injuries (nothing really graphic), knives, guns, typical canon themes.

A/N: I finally watched season 2 of the punisher (okay so I only watched the scenes with Billy in but that counts). So I have a few fics inspired by season 2 in the works atm.

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There’s a knock at the door.

Three even raps against the wood.

Billy wouldn’t knock, he has his own pair of keys. Pulling yourself together, you nudge the suitcase over to one side before you move towards the door.

A glance through the peephole reveals Dinah Madani waiting on the other side. Closing your eyes, you hesitate for a long moment.

You could pretend you’re not in.

But you didn’t know how long Billy would be gone. Dinah might decide to wait in the hall, and if Billy returned while she was still here that would be the end of it all.

“Dinah, hi.”

“Hi. I thought I’d come and check on you.”

“Oh thank you.” You pause for a moment, shrugging lightly. “Guess I’m a little shaken by the news. Never thought Billy would be capable of something like that.”

The news had broken this morning. Billy had handed you a mug of coffee and the two of you sat on the couch as you watched the reporters explain that the Punisher was confirmed dead at the scene.

It had all been carefully orchestrated. Billy had roused his men, setting an ambush for Frank when he had tried to take down Billy at the base of his operations. He had lost three of his men that night, but returned home with a weight off his shoulders.

No one would come after him now. He was free to start a new life with you.

He had kissed you softly this morning before he left, cradling your face between his hands.

“Imma go get our paperwork, and say goodbye to the guys.” Another kiss, his smile crinkling the scars on his face. “Then we’re outta here.”

Dinah’s voice pulls you out of your memories.

“You going to invite me in?”

You blink at her.

“Oh, of course.” The smile you give her is apologetic and slightly self depreciating. “Would you like some tea?”

“Sure.”

She shrugs off her police jacket, folding it over her arms before she discards it on the half wall that overlooks the kitchen and living room. Right where Billy always leaves his jacket.

Dinah follows you into the kitchen, immediately noticing the suitcase tucked away on the floor.

“You going somewhere?”

Her question makes you frown, anxiety sparking in your chest, then you see where her gaze has landed.

“Yeah. With everything going on, I think I need to get away from the city. Get my mind away from it all.”

“A good idea. Wish I could do the same.”

You could, your thoughts argue against her as you put the kettle on the stove. You could keep your head down and stay away from me and Billy.

She hovers by the entrance to the kitchen.

If there’s one thing you’ve learnt, it’s that Dinah Madani doesn’t know how to act like a person.

Every interaction she has is like an investigation or an interrogation. Everything she does is to further her case - whatever that may be. And for the last year, her unofficial case has been your Billy.

It might just be your nerves, but you can’t shake the feeling that something is wrong. Dinah hasn’t removed her gun from its holster. She did last time she was here. She suspects you of something.

“Would excuse me for a second?”

She nods.

“Sure.”

Her eyes follow you as you head towards the bathroom. Hands folded in front of her, the casual stance seems performative and her eyes catch yours as you turn to close the door.

“I’ll make the tea.”

You nod with a small smile and close the door behind you.

With a sigh, you turn the water on, examining the exhausted expression looking back at you from the mirror on the wall.

When you hear a familiar floorboard creak - the one in your office - you keep the water running but leave the bathroom. The door shuts smoothly behind you, and you cross silently into the kitchen.

Heart pounding wildly in your chest, you unsheathe a kitchen knife from the wooden block on your countertop.

When you see Dinah heading towards the bathroom, gun at the ready, you exhale shakily. She has no grounds to view you as a threat. Yes you were harbouring a highly dangerous criminal, but she didn’t have proof of it.

Even if she did have proof, Billy could be blackmailing you, or threatening you into keeping his secret. Dinah didn’t know that. You could be innocent. You weren’t, but it’s the principle of it that upsets you.

She opens the bathroom door, and you lunge forward. The knife sinks into her stomach and she gasps, startled.

Gunshots are loud and the noise rings in your ears as you keep her from pointing the gun at you whilst simultaneously holding onto the knife that is now slick with her blood.

You never realised how difficult stabbing someone was.

Struggling with the knife, she screams and hurls herself at you. Your knife slips free, discarded on the floor.

The two of you grapple with one another, tossing your bodies against the walls. Her gun skitters over the hardwood floor. When she makes a grab for it, you yank her hair.

She grabs hold of your arms, preventing you from hitting her again. Instead, you both writhe as you throw one another against the countertops. Marble digs painfully into your side, driving the air from your lungs.

Her hands close around your throat, pinning you to the counter as you scratch and claw at her. Shakily, you try to reach for the knife block, but it’s too far.

As your vision blurs, your fingers close around the handle of the kettle. With whatever remaining force you can muster, you bring the boiling kettle down on her hand.

There’s a satisfying thunk and she stumbles backwards. Tightening your grip on the kettle, you swing again at her. She blocks with her arms but you keep going relentlessly.

After dealing countless blows, the kettle is knocked from your hand.

Wheeling around, you throw yourself into the hallway. Madani is mere seconds behind you. Where was her gun? It was on the floor somewhere. Where is it?

Instead, you find your knife. The blood shimmers over metal, the rug it landed on is stained scarlet. Without thinking, you spin with the knife in hand as Madani lunges at you.

With the momentum of her body, the knife slides in easier this time. Her eyes widen, as do your own. Had you been intending to kill her? Maybe. Had you solely wanted not to die? Definitely. Could those thoughts coexist?

Her breathing rattles and blood soaks her lips as she slumps down. Glossy white shirt marred with blood - her blood. She goes still.

Had you wanted to kill her? There might have been a moment to save her, to press down on the wounds and keep her alive. You hadn’t done that. Why? Shock maybe. Or maybe you had wanted her to die.

Maybe something you had buried inside you finally revealed itself. When she had visited Billy in the hospital, your blood had boiled. They wouldn’t let you visit him. She had told you that you were nothing to Billy.

One night after he had escaped from the hospital, Billy told you that Dinah stood at the foot of his bed. Every night.

Perhaps you had internalised that more than you thought.

“Sweetheart. Can I have the knife, please?”

Unfocused eyes drifting up from the floor, your gaze settles on a familiar pair of dark eyes watching you as you blink.

“Billy?”

He nods, fingers curling around yours.

“I’m here. Give me the knife, sweetheart.”

As he touches you, reality returns to your body and you realise how tightly you’re gripping the knife. Knuckles aching, you let go, allowing Billy to take it from you.

His fingers touch your cheek delicately.

“Is any of this yours?”

You shake your head.

Billy bundles you up in a coat, and grabs the last of your shared things. He walks you to your car, helping you into the passenger seat before he throws your bags on the back seat.

Then he drives.

The silence doesn’t worry Billy too much, but he keeps an eye on you all the same.

When your eyes grow heavy, he speaks up.

“Don’t go to sleep. You might have a concussion.”

Tears spill over your cheeks as you whisper in a broken voice,

“Billy I’m tired.”

“I know. We’ll stop soon I promise.”

On the outskirts of Massachusetts, Billy finds a run down motel. He books a room for you both, and under the cover of early morning darkness he guides you inside.

Exhaustion and pain narrows down the world to what sensations you’re feeling. The ache in your side, the throbbing in your temples. Crusty dried blood over your hands. Billy’s gentle touch as he removes your clothes.

Hot tears tracing their way down your face. The smell of soap and the sound of rushing water.

It’s only once Billy settles you into the steaming water that you realise how cold you were. Violent shivers wrack your sore body, as you huddle in on yourself. But Billy doesn’t let you curl up and hide.

He takes your hand, dunking it under the water before he uses his own hands to remove the blood. In the beginning it just smears over your arm, staining his own hands with it.

He cups handfuls of water, scooping them over your body as he cleans you up.

The motel towels are rough and scratchy, but Billy presses them over your damp skin with care. He dresses you in one of his shirts and relief finally begins to settle into your body.

Billy sits at the top of the bed, his right arm bent up behind his head as he leans against the headboard. You sit down beside him, facing him.

“Can I go to sleep now?” At your question, he leans forward, cupping your face in his hands to study your gaze intently. “I’m okay.”

He nods, tension evident in his shoulders as his gaze lowers to the bed sheets. Then he admits in a low voice,

“Dunno what I’d have done if I’d lost you.”

There’s a brief pause before you respond.

“You would’ve killed her.”

The corner of Billy’s mouth quirks and he half rolls his eyes.

“Obviously.”

His expression shifts, and he strokes his finger down the length of your jawline.

“I meant afterwards.” His voice is all but a whisper. “You’re all I’ve got.”

“You’re all I’ve got too. But I’m not leaving you Billy, and I don’t care what I have to do to stay with you.”

He kisses you softly.

“I’m proud of you.”

A light scoff escapes your worn throat.

“Thanks.”

He shakes his head lightly.

“I mean it. Killing is easy for me.” He rolls his shoulder as he settles back against the headboard. “Like some kinda second nature. But I know it ain’t like that for everyone.”

He drapes an arm over the pillows next to him, and you nestle into the space between his side and his arm.

“It was easy.” Your admission is quiet as you stare at the fibres that make up his shirt. “And I think that’s what scares me. How easy it was.”

“You don’t have think about that, if you don’t wanna.” His voice is quiet as he curls his arm around you. “If it was hard, then I’ll help you deal with it like you help me with my shit.”

Sparks drift down your side as he traces his fingers over your sore ribs.

“An’ If it was easy, I’m the last person who could judge you for that.”

Tears well in your eyes again, but you’re too tired to cry, instead you slump your face down into his side, fisting the material of his shirt tightly as you cling to him.

“Love you, Billy.”

“Love you too, sweetheart.”

“We’re gonna be okay now.”

He breathes a small sigh of relief.

“Yeah we are.”

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