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#7 with Eddie Munson??

7. “You can take it.”

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eddie hushed you softly as you whined, face buried in his shoulder as his fingers made quick work against your clit.

"i know baby, i know, just one more, yeah?" he spoke against your skin, peppering kisses wherever he could reach.

"eddie, i cant~" you whimpered, trying to close your legs despite him holding them open.

"yes you can, you can take it, honey." he chuckled, teeth digging into your shoulder as he slipped his fingers in, pressing them right against the little sweet spot deep inside you.

your thighs jumped, leaning your head back as you clung to him, pitiful whines leaving you breathlessly.

"fuck, you sound so pretty." he purred against your neck, thumb pressing against your clit as you squeezed around him.

"'m gonna cum!" you panted, eyes squeezed closed as he pumped his fingers faster.

"go ahead, be good for me, make a mess." he whispered against your cheek, thumb stroking your clit as your legs trembled.

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i. “you've never been kissed?”

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prey || F.C.

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My #1 post of 2022

calling eddie by his name instead of the usual 'babe' or 'baby' and he thinks hes in trouble

you wandered into yours and eddies room, staring down at the assembly instructions of the coffee table you had just bought.

"hey, eddie, i know i said i could do this myself but can you help me real quick?" you asked, not looking up from the paper.

you missed the way he tensed, quickly setting aside his guitar and making his way to you.

"uh... yeah, of course."

"great!" you headed back into the living room of your new home, eyes still scanning the words on the page. "i cant get this tightened down enough, and i dont want it to be all wobbly and uneven."

eddie nodded, uncharacteristically quiet as he mulled over the day in his head. maybe you really did want him to help and he just didnt pick up on the signals? he forgot to put gas in the van and you had to go and do it, but you brought him back a snack from inside, surely you werent mad at him about that? shit, what was the date?

"you okay, love?" you laughed softly, waving your hand in front of his face to snap him back to reality.

"did i... did i do something wrong?" he asked, and the hurt puppy dog look on his face made your heart melt.

"what? no, baby, what makes you say that?" you set the paper down, handing him the little hex key that came with the table. "this one right here."

he didnt look at you, a little embarrassed at being so anxious over such a small thing, instead focusing on tightening the little screw keeping the leg in place.

"you called me eddie."

"...isnt that your name?" you laughed softly, not quite understanding.

"well yeah, but you never call me eddie." he set the key down after tightening it, taking the other screw you handed to him and placing it in the hole, tightening it with his fingers as much as he could before going back to the key.

you thought for a moment, trying to recall the last time you called him by his actual name.

"huh. i guess i dont." you laughed, grabbing his hand to get his attention. "did you think i was mad at you?"

"yes!" he sounded exasperated and you laughed more. "i thought i forgot our anniversary or something, fuck. i was freaking out!"

you snorted through your laughter causing eddie to grin.

"no! jesus, im sorry baby. im not mad, i promise."

he laughed in relief, shaking his head before leaning over the little coffee table to kiss your head.

"im glad. had me scared for a minute."

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Bad Habit 5- Guardian Devil [Billy Russo x Reader]

A.N: I hope you all know how happy you made me with your amazing support, people!

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Characters: Billy Russo x Reader, Karen Page, Frank Castle, Matt Murdock, Foggy Nelson, Claire Temple

Summary: Some gifts are better than others.

Click here for: Bad Habit 1, Bad Habit 2, Bad Habit 3 Bad Habit 4

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Warning: Explicit language, cussing.

Word Count: 3569

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You whistled a tone as you pulled your hoodie over your head carefully, and opened the door to take a step outside, but stopped dead on your tracks when the men in front of your door turned to you, back straight in a complete soldier posture.

“Ma’am?”

You gawked at them, trying to convince yourself that this was actually happening.

“At ease,” You joked, but neither of them smiled so you ended up looking sort of like an amateur soldier cosplayer and cleared your throat.

“Do you guys want breakfast?” You asked them “I’m gonna get myself a bagel and coffee, you want some?”

“No thank you Ma’am.”

“You guys know you don’t have to-“ You waved a hand between them, “I didn’t introduce myself. I’m Y/N, and you?”

“Simon.”

“Isaac.”

“Nice to meet you. So now that we know each other’s names, you can stop calling me Ma’am.”

Isaac smiled a little but Simon remained stone faced, so you heaved a sigh and grabbed your keys from the small bowl, and closed the door behind you, but as soon as you took a step towards the stairs, so did they, so you turned around on your heels.

“Um, what are you doing?”

“Coming with you, ma’am.”

“Bagel shop is literally down the street and it’s 9 in the morning. I think I’ll be safe.”

“Mr Russo said we are not to leave you alone.” Isaac explained and you frowned.

“Wait, whole day?”

“Yes.”

“I have stuff to do today.” You said dumbly, “Don’t you- don’t you guys have stuff to do? Shouldn’t you go to work?”

“We’re already at work, ma’am.” Simon said patiently and you shut your eyes for a second.

“Jesus Christ, what is my life turning into?” You muttered to yourself and opened your eyes, “Alright then. I guess we’re going to bagel shop.”

It was indeed weird because you had no idea how to act when two bodyguards were following your every move, but they didn’t seem to find it strange at all, which sort of made sense, since it was their job. Still, you wondered what Billy had told them, seeing that these men was used to protecting really important people, so you turned to Isaac while waiting for your bagel.

“So your boss.” You told him, catching him off guard. “What did he tell you?”

“That we’re not to leave you alone, ma’am.”

“Yeah, what else?”

He shrugged slightly, as if he didn’t understand what you were talking about so you changed your approach.

“Is he a good boss or is he an asshole?” You asked, “My boss is sort of an asshole to be honest. His mom owns the café, so he thinks he gets to be horrible.”

Isaac looked like he wanted to say something sympathetic but changed his mind when he saw the way Simon was looking at him, so you rolled your eyes.

“Blink twice if they’re keeping you here by force.”

“I’m happy with my job ma’am. Mr Russo is the best employer I’ve had so far.”

“Really? Dude, everyone hates their boss.”

“Not us.”

You shrugged slightly, then took your order from the cashier with a thank you, grabbed your receipt and walked out of the shop with them following you. Simon’s phone rang and he took it to his ear.

“Mr Russo?”

You shot Isaac a smile, “Does he do this a lot?”

“Do what a lot?”

“Does he send you to protect-“ You paused as the fact that you didn’t know what you were to Billy dawned on you for the first time, so you cleared your throat, “To protect the people he knows?”

“It’s the first time ma’am.”

“Would you tell me if it wasn’t?”

Isaac shook his head, making you scoff, but before you could say anything Simon approached you.

“Ma’am. Mr Russo.”

You took the phone from him and smiled slightly as you took it to your ear,

“You have some loyal guys, you know that?”

“Yeah? How so?”

“I’ve been trying to find out how horrible of a boss you are, but they’re just praising you. What sort of brainwashing technique do you use?”

“Or maybe I’m just a good boss.”

“Nah, all bosses are assholes as a principle.”

You heard his chuckle, “Stop trying to turn my men against me, Y/N.” he chastised lightly “How do you feel?”

“Better, now that I’m getting myself breakfast. How about you? Did you take care of the thing you were supposed to take care of?”

“Yeah.” He said, “Hey, you’re not working today, right?”

You thought about it for a second, “Well no. I’m supposed to drop by the hospital to get the stab wound checked, but I’m not gonna do that-“

“Why not?”

“Hospital? In this economy? I’ll just wait for my death, thank you.” You shrugged, “Also Karen needs to see me, she says she’s worried and she bought me a get well soon balloon early today, so I gotta go see it before it deflates.”

There was a silence from the other line before you heard him clearing his throat, as if trying not to laugh,

“Wow, you’ve got your priorities straight.”

“Damn right, when was the last time someone bought you a balloon?” You told him, “Why did you ask?”

“I was wondering if you could drop by today.”

“To Anvil?”

“Yeah. I have a surprise for you.”

That made you stop dead on your tracks, “A surprise?”

“Yep.”

“What-What is it?”

“You’ll see it when you come here. I don’t know if it’ll be able to beat a balloon though, so…”

You found yourself smiling wide and of course, your lip started bleeding. You wiped it with the back of your hand, heaving a sigh.

“Um-Okay.”

“Just tell Isaac and Simon to bring you here, they will.”

“Which metro stop should I-“

“They have a car, Y/N.”

You made a face, “Of course,” you muttered, still pressing on your lip to stop the bleeding “Billy?”

“Hm?”

“Can you tell them to stop calling me ma’am?” You whispered into the phone, “It’s so weird, I feel like my mom.”

Billy scoffed, “Sure.”

“You’re not gonna do it, are you?”

“Nope. Consider it payback for the coat and suit comments.”

You rolled your eyes and handed the phone to Simon, then got into the apartment and climbed the stairs. You unlocked your door, chewing on your bagel and put the coffee to the kitchen counter, then walked to your room and grabbed two shirts from your drawer, looking between them before opening the front door again.

“Isaac!” You whispered while Simon kept talking on the phone, “What color does your boss like?”

He frowned slightly and you held up the shirts.

“Does he like green or blue?”

“I- I don’t know ma’am.”

“Okay, which one is better?”

He looked completely clueless, “I-um…” he pointed at the shirt clumsily, “Green?”

You shrugged and closed the door again, then quickly got dressed and walked to the bathroom. You tried to fix your hair in a way that would hide the stitches on your forehead but soon you realized it was futile, so you just brushed your hair, put on some make up avoiding your stitches and split lip, and took a look at yourself in the mirror.

You at least looked presentable.

Presentable with finger shaped bruises on your neck.

You sprayed some perfume and fixed your hair again but this time it fell over your shoulders, partly hiding your neck.

Oh well. If you couldn’t look good, at least you’d smell good.

You quickly prepared coffee and spilled it into two thermoses, put them into your, got into your worn out boots with great difficulty thanks to the bandage on your stomach and the wound that hurt with your every move, but in the end you were victorious, so you got out of the house and closed the door behind you.

“So um- is it okay if you take me to Anvil?” You asked while locking your door and Simon nodded,

“Of course ma’am.” He said, “After you.”

You went downstairs with a sigh, shaking your head slightly and when they guided you to the car, you paused.

“Did I just wake up in Narnia: Sopranos edition?” You asked Isaac as you gawked at the black, bulletproof jeep. Simon opened the door for you and you climbed into the car to slip a little on leather seats, but then managed to find your balance when they started the car. You looked out of the window, half expecting to wake up anytime soon in your shitty apartment for the whole road, but it didn’t happen, so when they pulled over in front of a big building you had already given up on pinching yourself. Soon enough, Isaac opened your door.

“We’re here ma’am.” He helped you out, and you let out a whistle as you looked up at the building. The security seemed as tight as you could ever see anywhere, but they didn’t stop you, instead, after taking one look at Isaac and Simon, they let you inside without giving you so much as a glance.

You followed Simon and Isaac to the huge elevator, and they pressed the button after scanning their ID cards, making the elevator move. The soothing music reached your ears, but it did nothing to ease your heart that was slamming against your ribcage. This whole thing had started to seem more and more like a Fifty Shades trailer, and you were pretty sure you weren’t dressed up for the part.

Now to think of it, you really needed to shop for underwear.

You fanned yourself with your hand as the elevator opened with a small ding, and you stepped out of it to walk into a hall.

“Tracy.” Simon nodded at the beautiful secretary and she smiled at you,

“Mr Russo is waiting for you.”

I really should’ve watched more than just the trailer.

“That was not a part of the deal.” Billy’s voice was like a whip as Tracy opened the door. “I don’t care, if you-“ his head snapped up as he saw you walk inside and you shifted your weight, leaning your back against the closed door, “No, Morty, you-“ He let out a furious breath as the guy on the other line cut him off again, “We’re going to talk about this later. Calm the fuck down.” He hung up and stood up, smiling at you slightly,

“Bad timing?” You asked, “I could come later?”

He waved a hand dismissively, “Just…work. And assholes.”

“Everything okay?” You asked even if you knew there was no way he would ever tell you what the problem was. Not only was it probably top secret –he had explained as much as he could on your date about his business with the military and government- there was also the fact that army wasn’t something you were an expert about.

He nodded and walked to you as you pushed yourself off the wooden door, holding the straps of your bag tightly before he pressed a small kiss to your lips gently, careful with the small wound and you felt your stomach doing a flip.

“Hi.” He whispered against your lips and you smiled softly.

“Hey.” You whispered back, looking up at his dark eyes before looking around the room, then walking past him.

“Nice place.” You commented, digging into your bag, then pulling out one of the thermoses, then tossed it to him, and he caught it in mid-air without any difficulties.

“Have a good fucking day, Mr.Tease.”

“Jesus, you’re an angel.” He opened the cap and took a sip, closing his eyes and savoring the taste, which made a completely irrelevant image of him closing his eyes in pleasure flash through your mind and you shook your head slightly, trying to focus. You sipped from your thermos, leaning back against his desk.

“No zen sand garden?”

“How cliché do you think I am?”

“You don’t wanna know the answer to that.” You grinned, “Is it safe to lean against the desk or would I get STDs?”

“Oh, that cliché.” He nodded slightly, “Nah you’re safe, they clean it every day.”

You made a face and sipped your coffee, “Touche.”

“How’s the pain?”

“It’s…there.” You shrugged, “I guess expectable. Painkillers help, though- Not important, now about that surprise…”

His lips pulled into a small smile, “Impatient, aren’t we?”

“Once I trashed my parents’ house trying to find Christmas gifts. They thought a storm hit the house.”

“My friend had the same story, only it was his kitten and there were treats.”

You tried not to smile, “I have two comebacks, pick a number.”

“One.”

“Oh wow, you have friends?”

He sipped his coffee calmly, “You’re lucky you brought me coffee.” He stated, “What was two?”

“I didn’t know you were into that.” You said innocently, ignoring the flash of mischievous light crossing his eyes “Surprise, Russo!”

He licked his lips, watching you bounce on the balls of your feet excitedly, then nodded at the desk and you turned your head to see the black wooden box lying on the desk.

“This one?”

“Mm hm.”

You turned around, pulled the heavy box closer to yourself, and opened it, then froze as you stared at it for a couple of seconds.

So this is how people feel when their pets bring dead animals to their doorsteps as a sign of affection.

“This- um…” You cleared your throat, “This is a gun.”

“Yep.”

“Oh.” You reached out to pull it out of the box, the heavy object feeling was foreign to your hand, “I-I don’t know how to use a gun.”

“I know. I figured I could teach you.”

“Teach me?” You repeated, “I’m- I’m not really a gun person.”

“You gotta be, if people walk around attacking you.”

That made you pause and you licked your lips, then turned to him, “I can’t accept it if it’s expensive, and something tells me it’s really expensive.”

He rolled his eyes at that, then motioned at you to come over,

“Come on.”

“Where are we going?”

“First lesson.” He said as he walked out of the office and you gawked at him, then grabbed the bullets and the magazine and rushed after him to catch up with his long steps.

“Now?”

“Yeah, why not?”

“Aren’t- aren’t you busy? Don’t you have actual soldiers to train or whatever it is you do around here?”

“I like my soldiers pretty.” He shot you a charming smile that made you go weak at your knees and you followed him downstairs.

“I’m actually a pretty peaceful person-”

“I’ve never seen you in a state of peace.” He answered as he opened a door to lead you into a shooting range. It looked exactly like you had seen in the movies, everything from the paper targets to earmuffs. You looked at the shadow silhouettes on the paper as Billy took off his jacket, then rolled up his sleeves, making a spark of electricity run through your spine. He seemed oblivious to the sudden attack of your hormones, then turned to you,

“Ready?”

Oh you were ready alright.

Billy handed you a pair of over-head earmuffs “It’s gonna be loud.”

“So I just point and shoot?”

“Something like that,” he smirked at you as he loaded the magazine into the gun, then motioned at you to put the earmuffs on. You did as he said, and he pointed the gun at one of the paper targets, then fired the gun, and that was when you understood what he had meant by loud. You noticed that he had hit the figure right on the forehead and you tentatively took the gun from him, as he fixed your posture.

“You need to focus on the target,” he said, moving your earmuff just a little so that you could hear him, then went behind you to help you hold the gun straight. Feeling his body against yours, his arms around yours made focusing way harder and you felt your breathing getting caught in your throat. You swallowed loudly and he fixed your earmuffs, then pulled the trigger with you.

The gun kicked a little, catching you off guard but his grip around your hands –and the gun- was more than strong enough to keep it under control, and the bullet went through the figure’s chest. Your jaw dropped and you let out a surprised breath as Billy pulled his hand back, letting you take aim.

Which you thought you did, until you felt his hands running down your back. You giggled, moving ever so slightly and tilted your head a little to see the target better, but then felt his warm hands sneaking under your shirt to your stomach while he buried his nose into your neck, taking a deep breath.

Well, the perfume did work after all.

“Behave,” You said with a smile on your face, “I’m holding a gun.”

“It’s really important to not get distracted,” he muttered to your ear, then pressed a kiss to the soft skin of your neck, just above the bruises. You closed your eyes in the bliss as the sparks flew through your veins like a wire, making you lose yourself, feeling the soft scratch of his scruff against your neck.

And just like that, you were on fire.

You could hardly feel him pulling the gun out of your hand gently, and placing it on the counter before turning you to him, and you stood on your tiptoes as he pressed your body against his, pulling you into a kiss. His fingers ran through your hair, pulling at the roots a little and a small moan escaped from your lips as you rested your hand on his rock hard chest, feeling his heartbeat under your hand, but then you both snapped out of it as you felt the vibration in your pocket. You pulled back slightly, breathing hard.

“Fuck- sorry…” You mumbled as he licked his lips, his dark eyes roaming your face and you tried to fix your breathing before answering the phone with shaky hands.

“Hello?”

“Hey, where are you? I’m waiting for you.” Karen’s voice reached you and you shut your eyes, now realizing the time.

“Shit.”

“You forgot.”

“No no, I just-“ You cleared your throat, “I had…um, I had this thing. I’m- I can explain, so sorry.”

“No problem, you okay? You sound out of breath.”

You cleared your throat again, “Mm hm. Yeah- peachy. I’m- I’m on my way, see you.” You hung up, still trying to catch your breath and Billy tried to pull himself together.

“Karen?”

You nodded, “I- you made me forget.” Your accusation left your lips in a soft tone, making him smile.

“I’m selfish,” he shrugged and you put your phone back into your pocket.

“I gotta go.”

He still looked a little out of it, but nodded and distracted himself by getting busy with the gun for a second, then handed it to you.

“There. Safety on.”

“Thanks.” You put the gun into your bag, then stood on your tiptoes and kissed his cheek, your face still burning.

“See you later.” You said, and walked out of the range. Isaac and Simon were already waiting for you at the exit and you tried to make yourself look presentable, fixing your hair and pressing your hands to your cheeks before walking out of the building.

“No way.”

“Yes way.” You nodded as Karen leaned back in her chair, a smile playing on her lips.

“I can’t decide if it’s creepy or romantic.”

“That’s like the story of my life lately.” You said, drumming your fingertips on the heart shaped balloon, “But I mean…Karen, he’s-“ You licked your lips, “I feel like I’m gonna pass out. Like every time I’m around him. The guy has that affect.”

“That’s always good.”

“Is it though?” You asked her “I-I don’t know, it’s like… If I get a heart attack-“ You were cut off when someone knocked on Karen’s door.

“Come in.”

“Hey.” Her boss smiled at you shortly, “I sent you a piece, can you write something short? Everyone else is outside chasing a story.”

Karen nodded, “Sure.” She said as he closed the door behind him, and typed in something, looking at the screen.

“Jesus, someone wanted this guy dead.”

You frowned slightly, “Why?”

“Multiple stab wounds.”

You made a face, “Speaking from experience, it hurts like a bitch,” you said, approaching her “Let me see the poor-“ you stopped talking as soon as you saw the picture and you held your breath, covering your mouth.

“Karen…”

“What?” she turned her glances from the screen to you, “I know, brutal-“

“This- this is the guy.” You pointed at the screen, your heartbeat getting faster as you looked at the picture, “The guy who attacked me.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah, I- I remember.” You swallowed loudly, the panic filling your system just by seeing his photograph and Karen gritted her teeth.

“Can’t say I’m very upset about it then.” She muttered, skimming the lines “He was found dead, doesn’t say who killed him.” She stole a look at you, “Hey, maybe you have a guardian angel.”

You stared at the screen for a couple of seconds, then nodded slowly.

“Yeah,” you muttered, “That, or a guardian devil.”

Part 6 is here!

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