#billy russo x fem!reader x frank castle

[chvoswxtch]

perv!billy russo watching, peeping as you and your boyfriend frank has sex. he just loves to watch frank work, that’s just canon.

nonnie, you are absolutely goddamn right.

thank you for putting this sinful image in my head. I got a little carried away (what's new) and made billy a little bit more...involved if you will. ;)

warning: swearing, explicit sexual content (minors pls dni) word count: 2k

love to watch you work.

Billy didn’t want to touch himself. Not yet. He liked to draw out the excitement, let the anticipation build up in his chest slowly, like a roller coaster languidly rising up the track to its highest peak. He liked to let his cock swell on its own with need from the external stimulation, seeing just how long he could hold out, granting himself tiny slivers of relief before diving fully into the lust that pooled in his eyes. He liked to make it last.

But it was getting increasingly harder when you were making noises like that.

Your wrists were bound to the headboard with his silk black tie to keep you from being able to move, Billy’s idea that Frank had happily obliged to, and had made your thighs clench together as soon as the words left his mouth. 

Told you she’d like it, Frankie.

The way you had stared up at him with those big doe eyes as he bound your wrist with his own tie had nearly made him come on the spot.

He watched in awe as you writhed on the bed, your hips having to be held down by Frank’s strong arm, because you couldn’t stay still while he worked you over with his tongue. One of the things he loved about Frank was that he liked to take his time too. He wasn’t impatient when it came to pleasure, didn’t rush or go in without a plan. He was methodical, tactical even, and everything had a purpose. Every single touch, the way he undressed you, the placement of his kisses; every action was precalculated to get you as worked up as possible to ensure you reached a level of gratification you knew only he could give.

Frank knew how to make people beg, and Billy loved it.

Billy gripped onto the arm of the chair he was sitting in so tightly, his knuckles turned completely white. Frank had been eating you out for half an hour now, sending you rushing towards the edge only to slowly drag you away like a merciless tide flirting with the moon. Frank had told him that you never put up a fight, and that it never took much to get you to beg for him, but Billy had requested that he edge you to see just how far they could push you. A low groan sounded in the back of Billy’s throat when he noticed Frank had began to rut his hips against the mattress, searching for his own relief as he fucked you with his tongue.

Frank had rendered you a whimpering, pathetic mess so easily, it made Billy rock hard within a matter of minutes. He watched almost in a trance as you weakly tugged at the restraints, whining as you tried so hard to rock your hips against Frank’s face, begging relentlessly for mercy. Billy liked that you were greedy. But more than anything, he liked how submissive you were, so willing to surrender as long as you got what you wanted. He clenched his jaw as he moved his hand over the bulge in his jeans, palming himself lightly to get just enough relief to placate himself, a soft sigh leaving his parted lips.

“Fuck, you weren’t kiddin’ about her.”

“Told ya, Bill. She gives in easy.”

“Oh, and you don’t? You ever tell her no?”

Frank paused as he pulled his head away from your pussy and turned his head to the side to flash Billy a cocky grin. His entire mouth, nose, and chin were completely covered and shining with your slick.

“Would you?”

Billy tore his eyes away from Frank when a frustrated whine left your mouth due to the lack of attention where you wanted it most. He glided his tongue slowly along his bottom lip when he caught your bashful gaze, inhaling slowly through his nose before letting out a deep exhale from his chest as he stared you down with a wicked smirk.

“No. I’d give her whatever the fuck she wanted.”

“Frank…please…”

You sounded like you were on the verge of tears, and to his exhilaration, Billy swore he could see a few building in the corners of your eyes. Frank turned his attention back to you, gently rubbing his large hand over your spread thigh as he licked his lips and flashed you a charming smile.

“What is it, sweetheart? You wanna come?”

A loud whine of desperation tore through your chest as you nodded frantically, tugging harder at Billy’s tie as you let pleas fall from your lips like raindrops in a storm.

“Well don’t ask me, baby. You gotta ask Bill. Bet he’d say yes if you asked real nice, yeah?”

Billy nearly combusted when you turned your head to look at him. Your eyes were heavy with exhaustion from the edging, but wild with a hunger that could only be satisfied with his permission. Your full lips were parted as you panted heavily and he watched as your perfect tits bounced ever so slightly with the heavy rise and fall of your chest. That look in your eye had him ready to unload in his jeans, and he understood perfectly why Frank could never say no to you.

“Please Billy…please…please let me come.”

He knew he wasn’t going to deny you, but he feigned contemplation so that he could hear the way you moaned his name again. It was drenched in need, and had him palming harder at his aching cock. Billy could’ve come just from hearing how good you sounded when you begged. He loved to hear people beg. It caused a power to surge through his veins, being the only one to be able to offer what was needed so badly; being the one that was needed so badly. But getting to hear you beg? It was his new favorite sound.

“Russo ain’t as nice as me, sweetheart. He’s gonna make you work for it, ain’tcha Bill? I reckon he likes how pretty you sound though. Don’t be shy, angel. Let ‘em know how bad you need it.”

Frank rested his cheek against your thigh as he smiled up at you, glancing over at Billy with a knowing look as he chuckled lowly. Billy narrowed his eyes at Frank, knowing exactly what game he was playing, and let out another deep exhale as a whimper of his name from your lips caught his attention.

“Please…Billy…please let me come. Please, I need it-”

“You think you’ve earned it?”

“Yes…yes I’ve been good, Billy-”

“Yes you have, babygirl. You’ve been very good. You’ve been so generous, letting Frank share you like this with me. You wanna paint his pretty face? Bet he’d look even better covered in you. Still wouldn’t be as pretty as you, though.”

“How’s it feel not bein’ the prettiest one in the room, Russo?”

Frank’s lips were stretched in a wide smirk as he rubbed slow circles on your inner thigh, lifting his brows in playful inquisition as he stared at Billy. Shaking his head slowly, Billy undid a few more buttons on his shirt, tugging at the leather of his belt as a smirk curled at the corner of his own mouth.

“She’s been so kind as to share with me, I don’t mind my competition being her. Now put that fuckin’ smart mouth of yours to work, Castle. Give her what she’s earned.”

Frank broke out into a toothy grin as he chuckled, saluting Billy with two of his fingers and a wink before grasping your thighs in his large hands and throwing your legs over his broad shoulders. The sounds that he made while eating your pussy were obscene, and Billy groaned lowly at how loud you got the closer you got to the edge. After unzipping his jeans, he slipped his hand into them to grasp his cock through his briefs, hissing quietly at the contact before giving it a gentle squeeze. Billy was having a hard time settling on what to focus on more; the way Frank’s head moved between your thighs or the looks of absolute fucked out euphoria on your pretty face.

“Be a good girl and come all over his face, darlin’. Can you do that for me?”

“Yes Billy…”

“Good, that’s a very good girl.”

Billy sank his teeth into his bottom lip as he watched your face, subtly moving his hips up against his palm as he groaned lowly. He still wasn’t ready to come yet, even though he really wanted to. He wanted to watch Frank stretch you out with his cock, see just how much you let him get away with when he fucked you stupid, and then he’d get to have his own fun. 

The second your orgasm crashed into you like a wave colliding into a cliff, your back arched off the bed, and your loud moans filled the bedroom entirely, luring Billy further into his own greed like a siren’s song. He grunted loudly as he practically forced himself to pull his hand out of his jeans, gripping onto the armrests tightly as he panted, slowly rolling his hips upwards into nothing as Frank stubbornly cleaned the mess between your thighs despite your breathy protests.

Frank didn’t give you more than a minute to calm down before he was kissing his way up your stomach, pausing at your chest to give each of your nipples a gentle bite, before untying your hands from the headboard. He looped the extra fabric around your wrists tightly to keep them bound, wrapping his arm around your waist to manipulate you onto your stomach, grasping at your hips to pull your ass up into the air. Frank’s large hand came down against your ass in a rough smack, and Billy’s eyes lit up as you surged forward and let out a soft whine. Frank had positioned you directly in Billy’s sight, giving him the perfect view of your face and tits.

“Her eyes open?”

“Nah. Think she’s still comin’ down.”

Frank reached forward to grab a fistful of your hair, pulling your head backwards gently to get you to lift your head up, grunting softly as you pressed your ass further into his hard cock.

“There ya go, sweetheart. Look at Bill.”

“Open those pretty eyes, doll. Let me see ‘em.”

Billy’s lips stretched into a wide grin when your eyes fluttered open, sinking back further into the chair to get comfortable.

“There she is.”

“Told Russo we’d give him a show, yeah? You’re gonna keep those eyes open. Want you to watch him while he watches you. You close your eyes, even for a second, he’s gonna tell me, and then I stop. You understand?”

You nodded your head as best as you could, whining softly as Billy shook his head and clicked his tongue against his cheek.

“Don’t tell me he’s fucked you dumb already. You’re a smart girl. Use your words. Do you understand what he said?”

“Yes…understand.”

“Good.”

Billy gave Frank a nod of his head, licking his lips as he finally pushed his jeans and briefs down his thighs to finally let his cock spring free. A soft moan flew past your lips as you watched, and Billy smirked as he collected some of the precum that had leaked onto his stomach to lubricate his palm. 

“Like what you see, darlin’?”

“Yes…oh-”

As Frank slowly pushed himself into you from behind, your eyes fluttered closed for a second as you adjusted, only snapping them back open when you heard Billy clear his throat. He arched one of his dark brows in warning, and you gripped onto the sheets as you pleaded with your eyes. He gave you a quick ‘i’ll let that one slide’ wink, wrapping his palm around the base of his needy cock that was begging for attention. He let out a deep, satisfied moan when Frank started to fuck you from behind, moving his hand in sync with Frank’s rhythm.

“Goddamn Frankie, I love to watch you work.”

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[bubuslutty]

Love Language

pairing: frank castle x fem!reader x billy russo

word count: 1.7k

tags: domestic fluff, mafia!au, billy never betrayed frank, slight nsfw (it's just like 3 sentences), lowkey obsessive behaviour from Billy, established relationship, no dialogue, filthy rich people shenanigans, billy & Frank are like bodyguards to the reader, no use of y/n, use of 3rd person pov

warning: none

Summary: this is just how billy and Frank love differently, other than using their hands and lips on their favourite girl.

a/n: this also could be read as part of the 'La Reine de Londres' universe if you want.

Frank and Billy are in love with one woman. That's no news. But what's interesting is their different love languages. Even though their hearts belong to each other and one woman, they express their love differently.

Billy is known for his love of luxury and quality. He's not afraid of enjoying and seeking out the best of the best, be it tea, a suit or a gun. Billy's approach to life is a bit hedonistic in a sense. He loves feeling good, loves making people feel good, be it by his hands or by dressing them in silk and gold.

He has always admired the lifestyle of rich and noble people since his rough childhood, how they held themselves and how they saw the world. It was how he came to meet their girl in the first place. He founded Anvil, a private military firm, to put his and Frank's skills to use, to feel like their time in the military didn't go all to waste. And also to build himself his own small empire, to feel in control of his life and do things how he wanted.

He overheard her talking to Wade in a bar, telling him about how she needed a trustworthy team of skilled people to guard her and her assets. Billy offered his service right then and there. That day, she not only took his business card but his attention for the next week.

Billy remembers going back home, telling Frank about the gig he got them, and he didn't leave out how pretty and hypnotizing the mob was. Frank laughed in his face, saying how Billy says that about any woman he sleeps with. But then Billy gave him a look, and Frank realized that his friend might be in a bit of trouble, and so was he.

Months went by, heated glances in the office and kisses at the back of limos became limbs in tangled sheets and remembering how Frank liked his coffee, how many moles Billy had on his skin and how she liked her eggs in the morning.

Then Billy started loving her differently, without his hands, lips or body. Don't get me wrong, he still enjoys touching her more than anything, he just started loving her in a different way. He started buying her things he thought she'd look pretty in and fit her personal style. If he saw a watch that would pair well with some of her other accessories, you better believe Billy would buy it and gift it to the mob with a kiss on the back of her hand, her neck and her lips.

Of course, Billy bought her flowers, pots of plants, and any plants he thought she didn't have and would love to look after. His gifts seemed normal and pretty common to receive from your lover at the beginning, but then his gifts became bigger, filling a hole in his soul and satisfying a hunger he always had.

He bought her a sports car, even though she already has multiple and barely drives them. But for Billy, she dressed in one of Billy’s favourite dresses on her, the white slip-on that stopped just below her ass and was backless, leaving her back, arms, neck and legs naked. She drove to the ridiculously expensive sports car to one of their favourite high-end restaurants and as soon as they arrived, she was dragged to the toilets and ended up with Billy between her legs with her back to the wall.

He even purchased her a house in the countryside next to a forest and farms. Billy just bought the house because it was old, owned by a Lord a hundred years ago and he couldn't take the image of his girl lounging around the house in silky robes while sunbathing like a cat for hours. It's not even a house, really, it's more of a small castle.

When they would be in the castle during weekends and holidays, Billy got his favourite woman sculpted by a group of young artists from the University nearby. You should have seen his face when he saw the leaflets in the local grocery store, looking for models so the students would get to practice with real-life subjects. He phoned the University that same day and got an appointment with the Fine Arts Professor the next day.

When he told her, she was surprised and told him how she didn't have all the time in the world to be standing there and getting sculpted, no matter how flattering it is to be considered beautiful enough to sculpt. Billy nearly got on his knees while explaining that they would work around her schedule and that it was a dream of his to get a statue sculpted of her, just like Greek deities.

And she accepted. At first, she had to accompany Billy to the University, to meet the teacher and some of the students, but also to see their work and projects. Billy was definitely impressed by the skills of the students and couldn't wait to have them sculpt his girl.

Billy offered their home to use as a studio to sculpt for a couple of days. The professor was hesitant until Billy told him where they lived and he immediately grinned with excitement, sharing that his students would love the change of scenery and feel as if they were actual sculptors being commissioned by a Lord to sculpt his Lady. Billy also shared his one and only condition, which was to keep any finished work of his girl. After all, it was simply for practice. The students accepted once they found out who and where they would work.

Then it was paintings.

When they met some of her clients, Steve and Bucky, a friendship quickly blossomed. Billy found himself really enjoying the presence of the two super soldiers, whenever they showed up at her office or when they were invited over for tea. Once when they were talking, Billy looked to the side and found Steve completely absorbed in a piece of paper. He had a pencil in hand, sketching away while everyone else was absorbed in the conversation.

Billy was curious and took a peek, and was surprised to find Steve sketching his girlfriend's profile as she went on about something that Billy had no ability to focus on because all he could see was the sketch and the sketch alone. After that, Billy made it his mission to ask Steve more about his art, which then transformed into an invitation to Steve's personal art studio where he showed the throuple his work.

Billy soon offered to commission Steve for a painting of his girl. He was willing to allow Steve months to paint and sketch, provide him with space in their home to paint and pay him beyond generously for his time and skills. Steve accepted immediately, he loved art, and he would love to paint the woman. She was absolutely beautiful and one of his muses after all.

Steve would end up sitting in the middle of their spacious living room in their château, surrounded by brushes and paint tubes, and a big canvas. While his subject was lounging on a sofa, her body half covered by thin white fabric, falling in her curves and dips and hugging her skin like the fabric was weaved for her skin and her skin only.

Billy would make tea, prepare snacks and sit down to admire his girl. He would talk during the process, ask her about her day and whatnot when Steve was not painting her face. Then he would feed her when she wanted a snack or a drink and was not allowed to move. And when they were done for the day, he would run her a bath, sit behind her and tell her about how much he loves her and how beautiful and perfect she is. Then when she was all dried up, he would rub lotion into her precious skin and massage her back and calves. As long as she's his, he's going to treat his so much better than anyone ever could, making goddesses in ancient myths jealous.

Frank on the other hand is a bit different. He’s the most himself when he gets to express his love through acts of service. Frank loves domestic life. There is something in the simplicity of it that makes him feel truly at ease and most comfortable.

Frank would rather do something by himself than hire someone to do it instead. He can cook, so he will cook for Billy and their girl. He can fix doors, creaky hinges, flickering light bulbs and practically anything. If something breaks in their home? Call Frank. He would be more than happy to fix it.

Frank once found his girl crouched on the floor, almost crying at a flower pot that fell and broke, and it wasn't just any flower pot, it was a gift from one of her friends. Frank looked at the mess of dirt and broken pieces and reassured her that he could fix it. It won't be as perfect as new, but he will save it as much as he can. And he did, and now it sits in their kitchen near the window and not a day goes by that Frank doesn't get all warm and fuzzy whenever he sees his girl smiling while watering the flowers in the pot.

If the clasp of his girl's watch broke? Frank would try to fix it by himself, and more often than not he succeeds. That man was so good with his hands, he could practically do anything. Not only can he wring out orgasm after orgasm from her with just his hands, but he can build her an indoor jacuzzi, refurbish their kitchen, build a shed from scratch and would damn well build a house if she asked him to.

He loves having projects to do. He needs to have something to fill his time outside of work. His girl was thinking about installing a new bookshelf in her office? Frank has already measured the space, found what type of wood his girl would like the most, how big or small she would want it and how long it'll take to build. He's truly a DIY man.

No matter how much Billy tells him to leave something alone because they can call someone to take care of it, Frank never listens. He will do it himself. This is his home, his family, and he will pour his blood, sweat and tears into building it.

He's a sentimental man after all, he wants to leave his mark on everything that surrounds him and the people he loves.

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[leviathanspain]

a well respected man

billy russo x reader

synopsis: the crush you have on your boss is totally inappropriate. until he fucks you senseless in the elevator

a/n: the song by the kinks inspired it, give it a listen during this ;)

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you smacked the elevator button with urgency. you were late, so late, to the meeting that included your boss, and it was made alarmingly important that you attended.

as the elevator dinged, you let your shoulders sag with relief, you wouldn’t have to race up the stairs today.

as the elevator doors open, you looked in to find a familiar face, one you were literally hoping you wouldn’t have to see.

you composed the shock off your face and gave a tight lipped smile, “mr. russo!” you tried to play off the your nervousness but seemed like billy had seen right through you.

he chuckled, “heading to the meeting?” he looked at his watch and you blushed, “you caught me.” you smirked, “i thought if i had booked it, you wouldn’t have noticed..”

billy turned to you and peered at you, there was an unreadable expression in his face but his eyes shone with something you could’ve sworn was hunger.

billy smiled, “i notice everything.”

you felt your expression darken with realization and you wanted to melt into a puddle, “if this is about the job that fell through last month, i apologized and it-“

billy held a hand up and you stopped talking immediately, he pursed his lips, “no. it isn’t about that.” he let a finger graze under your chin as you swallowed thickly, “oh.” you rasped.

bill cocked his head to the side, smacking the emergency button on the elevator with a mere glance. you looked down in shock and back up at billy who was smirking, “i notice when you rub your thighs together when i look at you, i notice the way your hands tremble when you hand me papers, even the pleasure you get from calling me, mr. russo..”

you felt naked, splayed out for the vultures as billy spilled every one of your secrets, “i-“ you laughed nervously, face turning red with heat as you struggled to find the words.

billy chuckled, “cant even get the words out..” fingers trailing at the buttons of your blouse.

you bit your lip, silent as billy trailed his index finger down the middle of your blouse, buttons coming easily apart as he opened it, breasts for his taking.

the one day you didn’t wear a bra, you cursed yourself in embarrassment as billy whistled, “what a fucking slut!” he grabbed your boobs in his hands and squeezed them, laughing.

you winced at the pressure and leaned back into the elevator wall, and billy leaned into you, head resting on your right shoulder as he massaged your breasts in his hands, “you want mr. russo to fuck you like the dirty slut you are?”

you whimpered, face hot but you managed out a weak, “yes.”

billy didn’t need anything more to help him yank the skirt up.

he got on his knees for you, and billy looked up as he kissed your thighs, “i’ve dreamt about my face in between this fucking thighs. let me tell you something, that was better than this.” he glowered, “prove to me you can fuck me better than i’ve dreamt, right?”

you nodded, feeling the slick pool in your panties as billy yanked the hem down. he smacked your legs apart as he pulled them down and over and out from your heels. he looked at the damp material and chuckled, “i bet you taste as good as you look.” he grabbed the panties in his hand, balling them up and stuffing them in his pocket, “for later.” he murmured, and let his finger plung itself into your folds.

he leaned in, face with your cunt as he blew air onto you, making you squirm. billy smirked to himself before his tongue moved your clit like a button in his mouth. you let out a hearty moan, as if you had been holding it back this entire time.

“she’s loud!” billy seemed excited by this, and you gripped the handles of the elevator, holding yourself up as billy tongue fucked you.

“mr. russo..” you panted, your orgasm coming into you quickly, “please fuck me.” you whimpered.

billy laughed, pulling away, “louder.”

“mr. russo please fuck me!” you cried out, knuckles turning white as you gripped the handle.

“louder!” billy yelled and you felt a slap to your cunt.

you let it rip at the top of your lungs, “please fuck me mr. russo! please!” you screamed and billy stood up.

“don’t have to shout so much, sweetheart. wouldn’t want to waste those cries, would we?” he asked as he towered over you. you nodded, “of course not..” you responded.

billy seemed pleased by that answer, and now he played with the top of your blouse, “you want ol’ billy to fuck you now?”

you nodded, and billy smiled, unbuckling his pants to let his cock, that was pleasantly hung, out. you looked down at it and felt your breath hitch.

“what?” billy looked at you and you bit your lips, “don’t tell me you’re scared now.”

you shook your head, “no, i’m fine mr. russo.”

billy nodded, kissing your forehead, “of course you are.” he whispered, leaning in as he shoved his cock deep in between your folds, “im going to fuck you like it’s no tomorrow and i want you to scream my name like someone murderin’ you. you got it?”

your hands now moved to grip billy’s shoulders, and you moaned as his cock filled you up. it was thicker than any you’ve had before, and you felt completely stretched out for him. billy kissed you, and you nodded, “yes mr. russo.”

billy pursed his lips, “call me billy.” and with a sadistic smile, he moved, thrusting into you slowly before he got a good pace and began to fuck you hard against the wall of the elevator, shaking the panels behind you.

your hands moved to hold onto his neck as billy held you up with his hands. he was surprisingly strong, and you felt bruises were going to greet you in the forms of fingers tomorrow morning.

you let billy use you as a cock sleeve, moaning, “billy!” like a religious chant.

it was like music to his ears, breathy, bitchy, insatiably amazing music.

“fuck yeah, sweetheart! tell them who’s fucking you this good!” he rutted into you and your words caught on your tongue before you screamed again at the top of your lungs, cunt clenching around billy as you came.

“billy!” you cried, and billy groaned, the feeling of your orgasm sent him over the edge, and he was shuddering against you.

you clutched onto billy for stability as he fucked the two of your through your orgasms. he stilled, and settled in your touch, a small smile was on his lips as he leaned into you. he breathed in your scent and kissed your shoulder, “you did so good, for me, sweetheart.” he praised, “better than i dreamt.” and he pulled back, brushing a lock of your hair from your face.

your face heated, and even though he was still buried in your cunt, you couldn’t help but still feel that school girl crush.

billy pulled out, and you set your wobbly legs down on the floor. billy tucked himself back into his pants and watched as you fixed yourself. you tried to button your shirt but your hands were shaking. billy silently moved your hands away from your shirt, buttoning them for you and fixing your skirt, pulling them down as he spotted the white cum dripping down your leg. he smiled to himself, “dont wear underwear until i give you the pair i took, back.” he mentioned, and you nodded sheepishly.

billy straightened himself, fixed his tie and clicked the emergency button. the elevator doors rolled open and you had a shocking realization. billy hadn’t stopped the elevator between floors, he stopped it right in front of the meeting room. billy didn’t even so much as glance back at you as he sauntered into the room filled with your coworkers agape and white with shock. others were red with embarrassment as you could only assume that they heard the whole thing.

as you shuffled past everyone to the other end of the long table, you finally took your seat, tugging the end of your skirt to cover your bare ass, but you still felt the sticky cum on the chair.

billy looked at you with a smile before he began, “the security group we had sent to the university was good but we-“ his voice faded out as your heartbeat pounded in your ears. you looked to find no one staring at you, all afraid to even gaze at you.

you fought hard not to smile as you saw the fabric of your panties poking out from billy’s pocket, his words echoing in your head, better than i dreamt.

[russosafehaven]

It’s just you and me

A/N: People who regularly read my stuff, is there anything particular you wanna see? Cause I could go for suggestions while I work on bigger projects

Song: Ribs - Lorde

Pairing: Billy Russo x GN!Reader

Content: Marine!Billy, Marine!Reader, Childhood best friends, Reader is a sergeant, Frank and Reader bullying Billy, Reader leans towards masc

BR Taglist: @snowkestrel

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“What was Bill like as a kid?”

Mail had been passed around and while Frank opened his care package from Maria, he couldn’t help but ask. From the moment you met each other in the group home you and Billy made the world feel like hell. He was over protective, rowdy, didn’t follow rules while you were a mastermind, quick witted and sarcastic. Everyone at the group home thought you two would end up married while they couldn’t be further from the truth, at least in your mind.

“Billy and I made the group home a shit storm. The volunteers all hated us, you never saw one without the other. He was an asshole, I’d call him a slut, but he’s my best friend. Wouldn’t trade him for the world”

A grin crossed your face. Billy was a year older than you so he had enlisted earlier, all but begging you not to also enlist. Of course it didn’t work, it never did. The second you turned 18 you enlisted, going off to training before eventually you’d both been hand picked for Operation Cerberus.

“Don’t slut shame me”

Came Billy’s voice, pulling his head from his book. A Picture of Dorian Gray, you had introduced him to the book and he fell in love with the words. Billy had related strongly to Dorian, a man beloved only for his looks as though he served no other purpose. While he saw you in Basil Hallward, an artist never quite happy with their work. Yes the two of you were like the star crossed lovers, as they were never to be together. It simply wasn’t how their tales were meant to end.

“I am slut shaming you, by the time you graduated you had slept with half our school Billy”

You exclaimed, tossing a football at him. A groan elicited from his lips as the rubber made contact with his face. Frank let out a small chuckle. The two of you were like kids around him, the older man often having to stop your petty squabbles. It’s one of the many things you appreciated about Frank. He gave an older brother vibe that was comforting. Once upon a time you thought Billy gave you the same sort of comfort, that was until you realised it was love for which you felt towards your best friend.

“That is over exaggeration and you know it”

Bliss, even in the blistering heat of the desert. The cruel man in charge of Cerberus and the bastards that surrounded you, with Billy and Frank you felt like a dumb kid again. Laughing in the pure bliss of your idiotic jokes.

“Always Billy the Beaut huh?”

Frank chimed in and you smiled at the man. He was your Lieutenant and ranked above you, much like Billy did but he never treated you as less than. Even if your men didn’t think you were a proper fit, Billy and Frank did.

“Well had to do something to distract me from them huh? I mean no shade to Maria and you, you’re a lovely couple but that shit just woulda never gone down for us”

It took you a moment to process who he was talking about and when realisation dawned your face heated up. In a moments notice you felt like a furnace and you couldn’t keep your eyes off of Billy. His face now red like the blood you had seen so many times in the battle field. His eyes occasionally darted over to Frank, begging for help.

“Billy..”

You began but were promptly shut up by Frank covering your mouth. Relief filled you until you thought about the possible output of what was to come. Many times you’d cried to Frank and Maria over your seemingly unrequited feelings for Billy. Was Frank going to tell Billy?

“Nope, not a word. Now Bill they’ve been in love with you since they were a teenager, told me and Maria a lot of stories. You’ve felt the same, so you two dicks are gonna go on a date next time we’re back in New York. Then you’re gonna tell me and Maria what happened, then you can both live the happy life you wanted”

As Frank pulled his hand away from you mouth Billy launched at you, softly kissing your lips. The two of you ignored the cheers from the other Marines, living in the moment you’d dreamt of since your teenage years.

“Yeah I’d like that”

Billy grinned at you, his smile never failing to bring butterflies to your stomach. All over again you were a teenager with a school crush on the hottest guy. Only you’ll always have Billy, even without marriage till death do you part.

[spider-bren]

REQUESTS/ASKS OPEN

Nsfw/Sfw

ship pairings:

- aziracrow (aziraphale x crowley)

- gentlebeard (stede x ed)

- frankbilly (frank x billy)

- hannigram (hannibal x will)

- Sheen/Tennant character pairings (provided I have seen the films/series)

- darklina (The Darkling x Alina)

- wesper (wylan x jesper)

- reylo (rey x kylo)

- daemyra (daemon x rhaenyra)

- daeton (daemon x criston)

- vlaber (klaber x voller)

- dreamling (dream x hob)

- HOBRINTHIAN (Hob x The Corinthian) (I beg you to request this)

- Hanninthian (Hannibal x The Corinthian)

- Rukenna (Billy Russo x Quinn Mckenna) (my own rare pair)

X reader

Fem/Masc/NB

- Frank Castle

- Boyd Holbrook characters (I've seen his filmography so I know all of them)

- Ben Barnes characters (Bonus points if it's the Big Three: Logan Delos, or Billy Russo, or The Darkling | Aleksander Morozova

- Peter Parker (any and all spidermen welcome)

Pretty much ask about x reader and I will see if I will be able to do it :)

DO'S/DON'T'S

- do please reblog my work once I have answered your ask it's the least you can do

- don't expect fast answering since idk when inspiration will hit or if I will have enough time

- do be kind :)

- don't expect me to write rape/graphic violence

- i do write dubcon to an extent

- i do accept most kinks (knife/gun play etc - ask and I shall see)

NO HATE OF ANY KIND WILL BE TOLERATED // TRANS/NB READERS ENCOURAGED

[kimoralov3]

Spirited Confessions

Requested by: No one but this is somewhat based off a dream I had a few weeks ago Word Count: 2281 Warnings: i've been sick most of the time i wrote this so it's probably not that good, this is the first time i've written a kiss, the reader gets drunk, mild angst??, reader and billy get into an argument, reader is drunk at one point, frank is a third wheel for a bit lmao, swearing, fem!reader

If we were being honest, it had been a while since you had left the house. It’s not like it was intentional— you had just been very busy. You’d graduated from law school last year, and starting at a law firm meant that you were working your ass off. On top of that, your landlord raised your rent so god damn high that you couldn’t pay it anymore, therefore you were currently moving into another one. 

“Well, that was the last of the boxes from the truck.” Frank said as he and Billy carried in a large box. 

“Thank you guys so much, I don’t know how long it would’ve taken me to get all this stuff up the stairs by myself.” You said as you gave each of them a hug.

“You know we’ll always help you when you need it. And now, you can repay us by actually leaving the house for the first time in a year.” Billy said as he leaned against the wall.

You knew this was coming; mainly because he and Frank had been trying to get you out of the house. “I would really love to, but I have so much stuff to unpack, and I still have to build my bed. Long story short, I don’t think I’ll be leaving the house any time soon.” 

“Oh c’mon Y/N, live a little! How about this; if me and Frank help you build your bed, you have to come out with us tonight.” Billy suggested. It honestly didn’t seem like that bad of an idea, and if you were being honest with yourself you had really been looking for an excuse to let loose.

“Ok fine, but only for a few drinks.” You finally gave in. Frank and Billy high-fived each other before going to your room to build your bed.

—

The three of you ended up some bar a few blocks away from your new apartment. Y’all sat at the bar, Frank on your left and Billy on your right. “Man, I can’t believe we actually got you out of the house. Today truly is a great day.” Billy said as he playfully bumped into you.

“Oh fuck off, Russo. Don’t make me regret going out with y’all.” You joked as you punched his arm. 

“Oh baby, you’d never regret going out with me. I’d make sure of that.” He said with a wink. You rolled your eyes at his flirtiness, turning to face the menu as a distraction from the heat creeping up your face. You and Billy had been friends for years now, so you should honestly be used to his insistent flirting by now, but there was something about that damn smug face that always pulled at your heart strings. 

It was obvious that nothing would ever happen between the two of you— Billy was either too busy running his company or spending the night with some girl he’d just met. He didn’t necessarily have the reputation of a heartbreaker, but it certainly didn’t seem like he was planning on settling down with anyone anytime soon. Meaning that there was no point in trying to pursue a relationship with him.

While the two of you were having your conversation, Frank must’ve ordered you all some shots because the waitress set them down in front of y’all. The three of you quickly took your shots, then spent some time talking. Frank mentioned some date that he had gone on with a girl he’d met at the park, and as usual, Billy talked about the stress of his work.

A couple more shots and some drinks later and you were sitting at the bar by yourself, Billy and Frank across the bar enjoying a game of pool. Whenever you were drunk you focused all your attention on one thing, and right now all that focus went into trying to figure out what wings you wanted.

“Excuse me, ma’am, are you alright? You seem to be pretty out of it.” The bartender asked as she stepped in front of you. 

You smiled as you looked at her, nodding your head. Which was a bad idea, because it made the room spin. “I’m great, thanks for asking! How about you?” 

“I’m fine, thanks. You came here with two men, right? Where are they? Could one of them take you home?” She asked, worry lacing her tone. 

“Yes! Billy and Frank are right over there! They’re really nice, you should go talk to them.” Your words were slurred, but she could still understand what you were saying.

She plastered on a smile and nodded, quickly moving from behind the bar and towards the pool table. You went back to looking at the menu, once again focusing on the wings. 

A few minutes later you felt someone place their hand on your shoulder and turned around to see Billy sliding into the seat next to you. “Hey pretty girl, you feeling alright? You seem lonely over here.”

“I’m fine. I was actually about to order some wings, do you want some?” You asked as you slid the menu over to him. 

“Nah, I’m good. Although the bartender did tell me to make sure that my girlfriend got home on time and I intend to do so.” He says as he brushes a strand of hair out of your face.

His use of the word girlfriend made you frown. Girlfriend? Since when did Billy have a girlfriend? And when did she get here? “Girlfriend? I didn’t know that you had a girlfriend.” 

“I don’t, she was talking about you. C’mon, let’s get you home.” Billy said as he helped you up off your stool. You stumbled a little as you stood up, falling into him. Billy chuckled, wrapping an arm around your waist. 

“Wait wait, what about Frank?” You asked as the two of you started walking towards the door.

“He ran into the girl he went on a date with the other day, so he’s staying here a little while longer.” He explained. 

“Oh, ok. So you’re taking me home?” You asked as you stared at him.

“That’s the plan.” He said simply. You nodded, which was once again a bad idea because you lost your balance and almost fell face, but luckily Billy caught you. “Careful there. Do you want me to carry you?”

“Oooh, can you give me a piggyback ride? That way I can finally be taller than you.” You said as you quickly— and clumsily— went behind Billy and jumped on his back. Due to his quick reflexes, he easily caught her. He made sure her legs were secured around his waist before walking back to her apartment.

—

You and Billy finally made it to your apartment, him taking you to your room and setting you down on the bed. He took off your shoes, gave you some pajamas, and went to the bathroom to get you a washcloth to wipe off your makeup. 

“Do you need anything else before I leave? Like a glass of water or some aspirin?” He asked as he tucked you into bed. 

You scrunched your nose, shaking your head. “No, aspirin is nasty.” 

Billy smiled, patting you on your head. “You’re cute when you’re drunk.” He said softly. 

“God, why are you so hot?” You whined as you covered your face with your hands. Billy raised an eyebrow, sitting on the edge of the bed.

“Really? Just how hot am I?” There was amusement and curiosity in his tone, but you were too drunk to really pick up on it.

“Really fucking hot— and don’t act like you aren’t aware of it! I see the way you flirt with women all the time; you use those stupid brown eyes until they’re basically putty in the palm of your hands.” You rambled. Billy hummed, nodding his head.

“And what about you? Are my ‘stupid brown eyes’ making you fall in love with me?” He joked.

“Yes! And it sucks because I know that nothing will ever happen between us.” 

Billy stared at you for a second, trying to decide what his response should be. He could bet on the fact that you're probably so drunk you won’t remember what he’s about to say, or he could tell you and suffer the embarrassment later. 

“It’s late, you should go to sleep. I’ll be back in the morning to check on you.” He said instead, turning off the light and walking out before you could stop him.

—

The sunlight streaming through your uncovered windows was the first thing you registered when you woke up, followed by the sound of your front door opening and closing. You sat up in your bed, groaning and holding your head when the pain hit. After giving it a moment to die down you got up and walked to your living room. 

Billy was standing in your kitchen, taking some containers out of a Waffle House bag. “Morning, sunshine. How you feeling?” 

“Like shit. Please tell me you got me waffles and bacon?” You asked as you hopped on the counter. Without a word, Billy handed you a container full of the food you asked for. “Thank you so much, I fucking love you.” You said as you opened up the container and started eating. 

“I know, you told me so last night.” Billy said casually as he leaned against the counter beside you. You almost choked on your food, turning to look at him in shock. 

There was no way you confessed…right? “What do you mean?” Maybe you had interpreted his words the wrong way. Maybe he was just messing with you as he usually does.

“Last night when I was putting you to bed, you went on some rant about my ‘stupid brown eyes’. It was quite adorable, to be honest.” He turned to face you fully, smiling down at you.

This was not the way you intended for Billy to find out about your feelings. You didn’t want him to know at all, if you were being honest with yourself. “Billy, I am so sorry, I never wanted to—”

“Hey, calm down Y/N. I love you too.” He said as he moved to stand in front of you. You looked up at him, eyes wide at his comment. How can he say something like that so casually? “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Because you just said you love me as if you were telling me about what you had for dinner last night.” You exclaimed as you pushed him away. You obviously weren’t strong enough to hurt him, but he still stepped back a bit, face full of confusion. 

“What’s the problem? Shouldn’t you be happy that I love you back?” Billy seemed to be offended by your reaction, but you didn’t really care at the moment.

“Yeah, but I would be a lot happier if you said it a lot less casually. You admitting your love for someone is a really big deal.” You explained as you hopped down from your kitchen counters. You shook your head as Billy stood there, brushing past him and going into your living room. You heard Billy following you but you ignored him, opening up a box and starting to put stuff where it was needed.

“Y/N, look at me.” Billy said as he gently grabbed your arm and turned you towards him. You glared up at him, raising an eyebrow as a way of telling him to continue. “I’m sorry; I didn’t realize that this was something that was such a big deal to you. But I really mean what I said last night. I do love you, and I have for a while now. Basically, since we met, actually. But I’ve never been in an actual relationship before, and as much as I hate to admit this, I was scared. Scared that you wouldn’t return my feelings; scared that I would fuck up somehow and that you would hate me forever.

“And I know that that’s not an excuse for the shitty way I went about confessing my feelings, but I promise to make it up to you in any way I can.” He finished off, searching your eyes for a response. The two of you stared into each other’s eyes for a moment before your lips met. 

Neither of you was sure who had initiated the kiss, but you both knew that you never wanted it to end. His lips were warm and soft, and it seemed like he was kissing you with as much passion and want as he could muster. The two of you pulled each other as close as possible, him gripping your waist and you wrapping your arms around his neck.

When y’all finally pulled away for air, Billy’s lips were red and plump. His lips turned up as he looked at you, brushing a piece of hair out of your face. “Who knew you could kiss like that?”

You rolled your eyes, flicking his nose lightly. “Don’t start with me, Russo.” 

“I intend to start and finish with you, Y/N.” 

You scrunched up your nose and shook your head at his words. “That might have been the corniest shit I have ever heard in my life.”

Billy chuckled, touching your foreheads together. “Well too bad, because now you’re stuck hearing corny shit like that.” You giggled, Billy watching in delight as your eyes lit up. For the rest of our lives were the words he left unspoken, but he didn’t have to say them out loud. You knew, and you planned to stay with him for that time as well.

[enretrogue]

𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗖𝗛 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟯 𝗙𝗜𝗖 𝗥𝗘𝗖𝗦 (𝟭)

.☘︎ ݁˖ = BLACK/POC WORKS | 23' FIC REC M.LIST

HOUSE OF THE DRAGON

AEMOND TARGARYEN

A Targaryen Prince With a Heavy Burden — @vsnyarbll

DC

BATMOM

Doubts and Talks (+ Dick Grayson + Bruce Wayne) — @xoxo-mylove

CRIMINAL MINDS

EMILY PRENTISS

Unlucky Prologue ⎢ Pt. I ⎢ Pt. II ⎢ Pt. III — @navalcriminalimagines

NCIS

LEROY JETHRO GIBBS

New Girl — @slutforsilverfoxes

MONSTERS

The Stuff of Wet Nightmares ⎢ Pt. II — @angelltheninth

Dragon (Felix) — @flowersandbigteeth 

MAYANS M.C.

ANGEL REYES

Handle Him — @youvebeenlivingfictional

Scary — @iamaslutforcoffee

Thot Thoughts w/ Angel — @hennyjwrites

Thank You For Cleaning My Seat — @yourwonkywriter

ATTACK ON TITAN

JEAN KIRSCHTEIN (KIRSTEIN)

Shoulda, Coulda, Woulda — @spliffymae .☘︎ ݁˖

Pussy Drunk!Jean — @

10 Things I Hate About You — @robynnnhooddd

I Couldn’t Hold Back — @ackrmvvn-levi

First Kiss — @writingforcuteppl

Pussy Eating HCs (+ Eren Jaeger + Connie Springer) — @mommypieck

MCU

FRANK CASTLE/THE PUNISHER

Lessons Learned — @chellestrash

Frank and Yearning — @blackleatherjacketz

Angsty Frank Drabble — @amhrosina

Die For You — @scarlet-daisy

Just Get To Me In Time, Okay? — @thyme-in-a-bubble

Frankie Loves His Girl — @bubuslutty

La Reine de Londres (+ Billy Russo) — @bubuslutty

Hold Me Tight — @frvnkcastles

You Can Let It Go — @frvnkcastles

Valentine’s Day — @forthel0vers

Hide — @houseforwhores

The Big Bad Pineapple — @darlingshane

Melody of Tears — @frvnkcastles

Not a “Dog Person” — @forthel0vers

TRIPLE FRONTIER

BENNY MILLER

Sick Fic — @dameronscopilot

Baby Miller Series ⎢ 1 ⎢ 2 ⎢ 3 ⎢ 4 ⎢ 5 — @bullet-prooflove

FRANKIE MORALES

While We Were Young — @guess-my-next-obsession

WILL MILLER

Keeping Count — @libraryofwaterdeep

THE LAST OF US

ELLIE WILLIAMS

Dealer!Ellie — @shesluxurious

JOEL MILLER

“There Isn’t Anything That I Wouldn’t Do For You” — @dameronology

Joel x Fem!Pregnant!Reader — @forever-rogue

A Part of You, A Part of Me — @apollyonsdarksecrets

First Glimpse of Love — @valerinaswriting

To Be Alone — @cowgurrrl

STRANGER THINGS

ARGYLE

Glow — @irlganseyiii

Drabble — @munson-blurb

Under the Mistletoe with Argyle — @fanatictypist

High For This — @loveshotzz

Don’t Let Me Go Yet, Lover — @french-goodbye

EDDIE MUNSON

Control — @deepett .☘︎ ݁˖

Girls Like Me — @deepett .☘︎ ݁˖

STEVE HARRINGTON

Steve Eating You Out — @wroteclassicaly

Never Could’ve Seen You Coming — @supernovafics

Angel Eyes — @deepett .☘︎ ݁˖

STEDDIE

Part-Time Lovers — @deepett .☘︎ ݁˖

Jessie’s Girl — @deepett .☘︎ ݁˖

Kiss — @deepett .☘︎ ݁˖

[marvelmusing]

Bonded

Pairing: Billy Russo x Fem!Reader

Summary: Based on my AU idea here, the hunting season begins and Billy tracks down his future mate.

Warnings [18+]: dub con/non con themes, explicit mentions of sex, male masturbation, hunter/prey dynamics (let me know if there’s anything else)

My Masterlist

When the sigil of the Castle Clan appears on the skin just below your collarbone, you know your days of freedom are limited.

Every year marked humans are gathered together and released into the Terrain - a large area of woodland sacred to the Clans. Each Clan leader selects a member from their Clan, who will hunt down the human bearing the mark of their Clan, claiming them as their own.

This year, the leader of the Castle’s - Frank - is finally selecting his second in command. Lieutenant Billy Russo. As Billy has already rejected every proposed match, Frank hopes that the connection between a marked human and their hunter will allow Billy to find his mate - as Frank did when Maria was marked all those years ago.

The members of the Clans are elite warriors, trained to shift their form into apex predators. Most marked humans don’t even attempt to run, settling down in the woodland to wait for their hunter. But you’re not going down without a fight. Luckily for Billy, he’s always loved the chase.

»»---------------------►

Billy is furious.

Frustration crawls over his skin, and he growls, throwing his knife at the nearest tree stump, hitting it dead centre without even looking.

He hadn’t wanted to take part in this year’s hunt, but Frank had insisted. Frank had been pestering Billy about finding a mate, and he thought that this year’s Marked would be a good match for him. But Billy didn’t want a mate. He was perfectly happy as he was, smooth talking his way into the bed of whoever took his fancy.

Several Hunter’s have already found their Marked. A few Marked had strayed into the forest, but most had stayed at the camp. Plenty of them had already begun the mating process, the scent and the sound of them only adding to Billy’s frustration.

You hadn’t stayed.

If a Marked wanted to initiate a chase, they would usually leave some sort of trail to point their Hunter in the right direction. An intricate game of predator and prey, that would build the tension between the two parties.

You hadn’t done that.

The tent you had been staying in was completely empty. You had left the door open, allowing the cool breeze to drag out your scent. There were no clothes left behind, and your bedding had been washed before you left.

Billy runs a hand through his hair, his jaw tight as he suppresses the urge to shift into his panther form and take off into the forest. He needs to think this through.

You had clearly decided to make a run for it. It wasn’t unheard of, a Marked putting up a fight against their Hunter, though it was usually a case of their instincts kicking in when cornered. Not an orchestrated escape plan.

Billy closes his eyes, breathing in the dewy air of the forest. You were still on sacred land, meaning that even without your scent to track you, Billy should be able to find you. There’s always a connection between the Marked and their Hunter.

When Billy had first found no sign of your scent, he had been tempted to just let you run. He didn’t want a mate, and you clearly didn’t want to join the Clan. But now that you were both on scared land, within miles of one another, as the hunting season begins, Billy can’t ignore the pull to find you.

He had only seen you once. The selected Hunter’s from each Clan had been camped downstream from the Marked’s encampment. Exactly a week ago, Billy had first laid eyes on you. It was intended to be a peaceful gathering, providing an opportunity for a Hunter to meet their Marked, setting down a basis for how the hunt would unfold between them.

You hadn’t spoken to him, and he hadn’t spoken to you.

The two of you sat on opposite sides of the fire pit, blazing flames separating you from one another. At first he had ignored you. Billy was a stubborn man, and he would ignore the magnetic pull to stare at you, to drink in every inch of you. If he notices how smooth your skin looks in the moonlight, or how the beautiful the flames are reflected in your eyes, he dismisses the thoughts as soon as they arise.

As his mind drifts back to that night, he feels himself growing tight in the pants. With the beginning of the hunting season, the unfurling bond between you both will be strengthening with every moment.

Billy is overwhelmed by visions of you, a flood of slick between your thighs, struggling and writhing beneath him. Trying to push him away from you, even when everything inside you is crying out for his touch. For him to claim you.

His initial plan had been to find you, and drag you back to the camp so that you could join the Clan. He hadn’t intended on being your mate. Then he feels a small tug in the bond - you were thinking about him. He keeps his eyes closed, focusing on the connection between you both. The soft scent of your arousal fills his nose, prompting his nostrils to flare, and his eyes darken with need.

Shifting into his panther form, Billy stalks into the forest, following the faint trace of your scent. The hunt has begun.

»»---------------------►

A twig snaps somewhere in the distance, and you hold yourself as still as possible, slowing down your breathing to remain quiet. Closing your eyes, you focus on the scents surrounding you. The heightened senses you had gained over the last few days provided you with a large amount of comfort.

Concentrating in the direction of the sound, you soon catch the scent of a deer, and hear the quiet snuff of it’s breathing. Your shoulders slump slightly in relief, muscles aching from the temporary tension. Sweat beads across your brow, and you wipe it away quickly.

Time was of the essence. Any moment, Russo could appear from the undergrowth and pounce at you. Not to mention that the bond between you both is slowly dissolving your strength in an attempt to weaken your resolve. If Russo doesn’t find you within a few more days, you’re certain you will end up turning back towards the camp to seek him out.

The ache between your legs was growing by the minute, and you had even contemplated stopping for a brief rest to provide yourself with some release. You can smell your arousal seeping from your own skin, so you can only imagine how strong the scent must be for a Hunter. Particularly your Hunter.

You had heard the rumours about him. Lieutenant Billy Russo of the Castle Clan. A formidable opponent, with the ability to shift into a panther. Panther shifters were rare, known for their intelligence and cunning even in panther form.

A soft groan falls from your lips as your mind drifts to thoughts of Billy. You had only seen him once. An evening gathering of Hunters and their Marked, the bright orange flames of the campfire flickering in his dark eyes. You couldn’t deny that he was handsome, and you could see the quiet danger dancing in the depths of his eyes as he surveyed the camp and it’s residents.

You had pretended not to notice when his eyes fell on you. You had been afraid of what you would see if you met his gaze. Would he be angry? At being tied to you in such an intimate way before either of you can exchange a word. Would he pity you? Some Hunter’s prided themselves on being an apex predator, able to take down a human within an hour of hunting.

But currently the only expression you can imagine on his face is his lust filled eyes raking down your body. A look of violent need twisting his features into a snarl, and you can only whimper at the thought of baring your neck to him. Your ears are ringing, but you manage to follow the faint sound of a spring.

Sitting down by the bubbling water, you scoop up a handful of water, pressing cold fingers to your flushed cheeks in an attempt to bring your temperature down.

You hadn’t expected this to be so difficult. No one had prepared you for how much you would want to be found.

»»---------------------►

You haunt Billy’s dreams. The connection between you both has your thoughts filtering into his mind. Even more so when you’re asleep.

His teeth against your thundering pulse. Your blood rushing through your veins. Arousal and adrenaline fuelling you both. Harsh breaths. Nails digging into soft skin. More teeth. Dark marks blooming over your throat, scattered across your breasts, trailing down your stomach. Red lines down his chest, his back, and over his hips. Your whines and moans. Billy’s groans and growls. Your fingers tangling in his hair as your orgasm builds, tugging his head down which has your lips meeting in a fierce kiss. Your mouth moving down, teeth latching onto the exposed skin of his throat, blood filling your mouth.

Billy’s snarl echoes in your mind as you wake, skin flushed, heart pounding, with an embarrassing amount of slick soaking through the fabric of your underwear.

You stare up at the moon as it casts a cool glow over the foliage surrounding you, and you attempt to bring your breathing under control. Your clit throbs with need, and your pussy is clenching around nothing, left desperate by the filthy dream plaguing your psyche. Mind still foggy from sleep, you can’t help but breathe out his name quietly.

Billy is in a similar predicament. The image of your face contorted in pleasure is seared into his brain, and he sees it every time he closes his eyes. Even in panther form, he struggles to sleep well, wrestling with his thoughts as he attempts to focus on finding you, rather than thinking of what he’ll do when he finds you.

»»---------------------►

You don’t hear it at first. The steady sound of someone breathing and the faint rustle of undergrowth as they make their way through the forest. It’s only as you’re examining the landscape, plotting out your route, that your senses prickle.

Instantaneously, your heart rate picks up, and in response, the footsteps quicken. Panic fills you, and you look around hurriedly. Spotting a big enough tree, you step up onto its roots, before pulling yourself up the trunk.

If it wasn’t Billy, the Hunter wouldn’t be allowed to touch you. If it was him, that would complicate things. However, panther shifters weren’t the best climbers, even in panther form. If he attempted to climb after you, he risked getting kicked in the face and falling to the ground.

You try to regain control of your heartbeat and breathing, in some small hope that he might not even find you up in the tree - though you seriously doubt that.

Then he steps into the clearing, and every hope you ever had leaves your mind.

His dark hair is still slicked back, though a few stray strands hang over his forehead and temples. From a distance, his eyes look black as they scan the surrounding area. His nostrils flare slightly as he breathes in, and you know he’s searching for your scent.

He tilts his head aside, eyes trailing up the trunk of the tree until his gaze fixes on you. The corner of his mouth quirks slightly.

“Such a clever little human.” He remarks, before breathing out a soft laugh as he adds, “Well, not quite human anymore.”

You swallow hard, unsettled by the acknowledgement of the changes you had been through over the last few days. You had hoped that once you were off sacred ground your senses and emotions would return to normal - now it appears you’ll never find out.

Now that he’s close, you can’t ignore how good he smells. Like the fresh dew of the forest, and soft sweet greenery surrounding you, as well as the unique scent that lingers over his skin. Your breathing is ragged as every breath pulls you further under his spell. There’s another smell, a sharper musk that you’re certain is Billy’s own arousal.

He looks up at you, raising a brow,

“Anything to say to me?” Your nails dig into the bark of the tree, and you press your forehead against the nearest branch.

“Go fuck yourself.”

For a brief moment he appears startled by your response. He’s becoming more impressed by you with every passing moment. Not many people can suppress their instincts so easily. The fact that you haven’t thrown yourself into his arms already has impressed Billy. A grin creeps over his face, and he shrugs casually,

“Okay then.”

A frown creases your brows as you watch him turn around and move towards a nearby tree. Shock and arousal floods through you when he pulls his pants down, revealing his leaking cock. A whimper catches in your throat as he takes his cock in hand, giving it a few slow strokes.

“What- what are you doing?” You can’t help but ask him, your breathing coming in harsh pants as your eyes remain fixed on the motion of his hand.

“You told me to fuck myself. Thought I’d take your advice.”

His words pull another startled whimper from your throat. The scent of his arousal fills the air, and you bite down hard on your lip.

His shirt is undone already, falling open to reveal the sweat glistening over his bare chest. The urge to run your tongue over his skin seizes you and you cling to the bark in desperation. The silver panther charm dangles from the dark string around his neck, and the thought of it hovering over your face as Billy leans above you fills your mind.

His dark eyes meet yours, and he tightens his grip as the sound of your whines reach his ears. Billy can smell the effect he’s having on you, and his skin tingles as he inhales sharply. There’s a soft groan from your lips as you press your forehead against the bark of the tree, your eyes still fixed on Billy.

Your hips are rocking slightly, unable to gain any sort of friction for your aching clit, and you can feel your arousal running down your leg. You know there’s an unnatural amount of slick leaking from you, but there isn’t anything natural about your current situation. The faint trail it makes along your thigh has you whimpering, desperate to feel Billy’s hands on your thighs as he spreads you open for him.

His breathing shifts into sharp pants as he increases his speed. A grin quirks at the corner of his mouth once he realises you haven’t taken your eyes off him.

“You seen something you like sweetheart?” Blood rushes to your face as he acknowledges how captivated you are by him, and he chuckles at your reaction.

Your skin tingles as you feel him approaching his climax, the impeding surge of pleasure rippling through the connection between you both.

“You want this cock inside you?” He asks, his voice breathless as you both moan, imagining him pushing himself inside you, and how well he would fill you. You bite down on your lip again, to force yourself not to respond when all you want to do is agree with him.

A deep moan falls from his lips as he orgasms, and you’re transfixed by the sight of his back arching in pleasure. His release coats his hand and trails down his thighs, and you have to grit your teeth to prevent the urge to lick him clean. It takes him a few moments to come down from his high, but you’re still feeling hazy as he pulls his pants back up.

He stands up, stretches, then glances back up at you. He holds your gaze for a long moment, and you hardly dare to breathe. Then he turns away.

You blink in confusion. Surely he wouldn’t just give up?

But you had earned Billy’s respect. If you truly didn’t want this, he wouldn’t force you. He walks slowly, giving you the opportunity to call out to him. Your throat is tight with anticipation, and you remain quiet as he steps over a large fern.

His head perks up slightly when he hears your feet meet the ground, and you watch him carefully as he turns his head. His eyes meet yours, and his shoulders tense as he takes a step away from you.

You tilt your head aside, confusion flickering in your eyes. He was backing down. If you truly wanted to run, he wouldn’t follow you.

Billy keeps his eyes on your face, searching for any sign of fear or discomfort. There isn’t any. There’s only what Billy can describe as hesitation in your eyes, as if you’re contemplating something.

Then a smirk tugs at your lips. He raises his brows in question, and you remark teasingly,

“Here kitty kitty.”

Billy’s jaw drops, and he growls at the sound of your laughter as you turn and run. He takes off after you instantly, and within a few seconds his body is colliding with yours.

He’s practically purring as his entire body presses firmly against yours, holding you down on the ground. He nuzzles the side of your neck, his breath warm against your skin.

“Does my little mate like to play, hm?” You whine at his admiring tone and rut your hips against his as much as his hold will allow you. The teasing smirk on his face widens as he continues, “Did you think it was funny? Teasing me like that?”

You whine again, a pout puckering your lips as you protest,

“You teased first.” His smirk twists into a wicked grin, pride blooming in his chest as you admit the affect he has on you. He shakes his head, his lips grazing against your throat as speaks,

“Making me come all this way to put you in your place - beneath me. Almost thought you didn’t want this.”

You grit your teeth into a weak snarl, before you manage to say,

“I don’t.”

Billy laughs sharply, his grin widening, and his tone remains playful as he teases,

“You don’t? Then why could I smell your sweet little pussy from half a mile away? Absolutely dripping for me.”

Words fail you, and you shake your head in protest. Billy isn’t fazed by your refusal. If anything, it only spurs him on. His teeth nearly dazzle you as he grins, dipping his head down to brush his lips against your throat.

“Go on then little mate. Fight me off.”

»»---------------------►

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[that-sarcastic-writer]

🎃🌹Lia's Kinktober writer appreciation🎃🌹

I want to try something for kinktober.

So I won't do your typical 30 day writing prompt thing. I wish I had the time. But I don't. So ill do something objectively better. I want to do a masterlist of smut work of different writers (not just my mutuals) so kinda kinktober writer appreciation. Yall do amazing work and that needs to be appreciated

I'll add the details below.

Starting September 20th until October 15th I'll be compiling a list of smut fics I find under various character tags. And you are welcome (and encouraged) to rec me your favorite smut authors/fics. You can either dm the link or just shoot me an ask. If you are, in fact, a writer, you are very encouraged to send me your own work (like please I would love to read your masterpieces). You are also welcome to tag me in your work.

I'll list some qualifications below (pairings, characters and no-nos for me)

I ask that all fics are x readers (no character ships), fem or gender neutral only (I don't feel comfortable reading mlm smut as I am a straight woman myself). No incest/pseudo-incest, no rape, sexual assault or non-con (unless it's cnc). Those are my only limits. I'll read anything at least once.

You must be 18+ to participate. Whether that is to include your fic in the masterlist or if you're sending me (your age must be in your bio). I am an adult and I am not condoning minors in adult spaces nor interacting with mature work.

Character list:

Leon S Kennedy

Matt Murdock

Billy Russo

Frank Castle

Dean Winchester

Sam Winchester

Soldier Boy

Simon 'Ghost' Riley

Pedro Pascal characters (Javier Peña, Din Djarin, Joel Miller)

Rick Flag/Takeshi Kovacs (yes I still eat that shit up)

Miguel O'Hara

Thomas Shelby

*list might be updated in the future*

Mutuals only section

Because yall are my babes, and I read everything yall write, you can send me/tag me in any upcoming fic of yours (no matter which character), I'll happily read it and add it to the masterlist.

I'm ecstatic to see the wonders yall will come up with! Don't be shy! My inbox and dms are open for all writers.

Besitos

Tagging some of my writer/mutual babes @fluffyprettykitty @a-reader-and-a-writer @loverhymeswith @inklore @ovaryacted @agentwhiskeysdarlin @charnelhouse @all-alone-he-turns-to-stone @littlestatesman @wayward-dreamer @gyllenhaalstories @1800-fight-me @witchisenpai

[stressed-chaos]

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!

[chvoswxtch]

invasion of privacy

pairing: frank castle x fem!reader

summary: frank catches you with something you shouldn't have, and your world gets turned upside down in more ways than one.

warnings: swearing, lots of angst, brief mention of bomb violence

word count: 2.1k

a/n: I hope y'all enjoyed the nice & light hearted last chapter, because we are kicking up the drama from here on out. as always, feedback is welcomed/appreciated!

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“What’s this?”

“Hm?”

You were in the process of proofreading through your latest article one more time before submitting it to Ellison, and your attention was focused solely on the mountainous layers of black text on the screen in front of you. 

“This.”

Frank’s voice rang harshly in your ears, and the shift from his previous gentle inquisitive tone jarred you to the point of whiplash and broke your concentration completely. Turning to face him in puzzlement, your breath hitched in your throat when you realized what he was holding.

The file with his name on it.

Your eyes nearly doubled in size, and they hesitantly raised to meet Frank’s. The warm melted chocolate of his irises had darkened considerably with anger, and you could see a ring of betrayal burning around his pupils.

“I don’t know.”

Frank let out a dry scoff when you blurted your words out, his jaw clenching so tight you swore you could hear the way his teeth ground together from across the room. There was a chaotic frenzy disrupting his usual calm demeanor as he looked through the contents of the file. Every single page he furiously flipped through was another drop of gasoline trickling towards an unavoidable explosion.

Whatever was inside that file, it turned Frank into a man you didn’t recognize. 

You quickly rose from your chair to take the stand in your own defense, hands outstretched in an olive branch towards him.

“Frank, I swear. I haven’t looked at it-”

“Bullshit!”

The catastrophic boom of Frank’s voice echoing around your office startled you, and the four walls suddenly felt a lot thinner with his massive fuming frame taking up a majority of the space. His reaction had anxiety racing through your bloodstream, but your anger always managed to come out on top.

“I haven’t. I didn’t go looking for that, Frank. Someone left it on my desk-”

“When.”

A sudden wash of guilt doused the unjustified irritation you felt. Frank stared you down from across the room, the flimsy material of the file succumbing to the strength of his hand, his features a concoction of fury and treachery. You had to avert your iniquitous gaze to confess.

“After the gala.”

Frank blew out a deep exhale through his nose, incredulity blowing his eyes wide open as he chuckled humorlessly.

“That was a fuckin’ month ago.”

“I never opened it. I forgot I even had it-”

“You expect me to believe that? You been carryin’ this goddamn thing in your purse every fuckin’ day for a month now, and you ain’t read it? You just forgot it was there? Just cause I don’t have a fancy ass degree don’t make me fuckin’ stupid. You fuckin’ reporters, you’ll do fuckin’ anythin’, yeah?”

Frank’s voice got louder and louder with each word, like warning claps of thunder that signaled how close you were to an inevitable downpour. He was nearly yelling by the time his heavy boots brought him right in front of you, and you found yourself staring down the eye of a violent hurricane. 

For the first time since you had met Frank, you were afraid of him. 

Even though you felt frozen in place, your fingers shook violently with trepidation at your sides. You couldn’t look away from the storm brewing hastily in his eyes. You just hoped he could see past his own wrath to find the truth in yours.

“I didn’t read it because I thought it would be an invasion of privacy.”

Frank’s eyes narrowed into accusatory slits, his nostrils flaring to accommodate his furious exhales. His voice had a sharp edge to it that cut deeper than any blade ever could.

“Invasion of privacy. That’s real goddamn rich.”

There was nothing you could do. He had all the evidence for a conviction. You had been caught at the scene of the crime, and all you could do was beg for a lenient sentence.

“Frank-”

At that moment, your door swung open to reveal a very distressed looking Billy Russo. When his lips parted to speak, he suddenly paused, as if the tension lingering thick in the room was as visible as a dense fog, and his eyes flickered between you and Frank before settling on you almost in an expression of concern.

“Sorry if this is a bad time, but we gotta talk.”

A sense of relief immediately rushed through you at Billy’s intrusion, grateful to not be alone in your small office with an incredibly pissed off Frank Castle. Billy didn’t miss the way you practically sprinted towards him without another look at Frank.

“We can talk in the conference room if you-”

“Actually, I need to talk to both of you.”

Billy looked directly over your head to stare at Frank. There was a look on his face that you didn’t know him well enough to read, but as you glanced over your shoulder at Frank, you noticed that his face was void of any anger and instead had morphed into confusion. When you looked back in Billy’s direction, he was staring down at you with clear remorse carved onto his sharp features.

“There ain’t no easy way to say this, so I’m just gonna get right to it. Homeland is pullin’ your detail.”

All of the oxygen in your lungs felt like it had been knocked completely out with that one sentence. You gaped at Billy, and his lips tugged downwards in a pitiful frown.

“I’m sorry-”

“What?”

You could hear Frank stalking over towards the both of you, and the evident skepticism and irritation that layered his gruff voice. But his and Billy’s voices sounded muffled in your ears, as if your head was submerged underwater.

“Look, I wasn’t happy about it, alright? They don’t think she’s a prime target anymore-”

“The hell she ain’t. Those assholes-”

“Found a new target. More high profile. Cause of that and the fact that they ain’t threatened her in over a month, they’re pullin’ her detail and it’s gettin’ reassigned.”

“To who, Bill?”

Billy’s eyes flickered to meet yours, and you could see the apprehension shining in them along with a sliver of guilt.

“Who is it, Billy?”

The clear defeat in your quiet voice made him sigh, and his lips parted as he stared down at you in contrite-ridden sympathy, as if he was trying to figure out how to soften the blow of whatever was about to come next. 

“Steven Price.”

Everything seemed to come to a screeching halt at that moment. While you were navigating your disbelief and confusion, Frank was battling to control his already unraveling vexation.

“What?”

“You gotta be fuckin’ kiddin' me.”

Billy glanced between you and Frank when you spoke at the same time. He completely ignored Frank’s outburst as he brought his hand up to gently place on your shoulder, giving it a light squeeze in a gesture of comfort. He let out another sigh of exasperation while he gazed down at you.

“Homeland wants to keep this under wraps, they ain’t even lettin’ it hit the media, but you deserve an explanation. This is off the record. Price’s office got a threat letter with demands forty eight hours ago, and yesterday a vehicle that was supposed to be takin’ him to a debate was blown up. Lucky for him, he wasn’t in it. Local news was told to report that it wasn’t a terrorist attack, just a faulty engine or somethin’. They’re tryin’ to avoid more mass panic. But, Homeland is takin’ it extra seriously-”

“Because of his family name and position.”

There was complete detachment in your voice as the reality of the situation sank in. Steven was more valuable to them. He was the one they thought was worth protecting. No one would bat an eye if a lowly journalist was murdered by a terrorist group that she antagonized. But a man that came from one of the oldest wealthy families in New York that had connections all over the world and was currently running a political campaign? That would be front page news.

“You really wanna protect that asshole?”

Billy dropped his hand from your shoulder to turn and face Frank, clearly annoyed by his inquisition.

“Of course I don’t. But Homeland-”

“Fuck Homeland. It’s your company, Bill. You can say no.”

Frank’s voice had an eerie calmness to it, but it was convoluted with reminiscent indignation and the faintest sting of an allegation.

“You think I didn’t try? I don’t think you understand the situation I’m bein’ put in right now, Frank.”

Billy and Frank appeared to be in some kind of silent standoff as they stared each other down. Billy wore his mixed emotions of annoyance and dubiety clearly on his face, and it translated into the way his fingers twitched at his sides. The slight furrow of his brows showed that he was upset by Frank’s unspoken challenge that he wasn’t fully utilizing his power like he had said. 

Frank on the other hand was completely stoic. The only giveaway he had about this whole situation at all was the glow of rage still burning in his eyes. 

“When’s this happenin’?”

The placation in Frank’s gruff voice bothered you. It sounded like he was routinely asking Billy about the weather, not when you were gonna be thrown to the wolves to fend for yourself.

Billy straightened his shoulders as he stared at Frank for a moment, pursing his lips into a thin line.

“Already has. I came to collect you and the others.”

You suddenly felt lightheaded and nauseous with the way your heart had plummeted into the pit of your stomach. 

This was really happening. 

“Listen, darlin’-”

“It’s not your fault, Billy.”

You couldn’t look at him. You couldn’t look at either of them. Not that Frank probably would even look at you. He hadn’t so much as glanced at you in the slightest since Billy walked through that door. A deep sigh sounded beside you as an expensive sterling silver tie clip came into view. Billy braced his hands on your shoulders and dipped his head to catch your eye line. There was an expression of severity on his face, like you had seen when he held you in this exact same way in front of the elevators the night of the gala.

“I’m gonna figure somethin’ out for you, alright? I’m not gonna leave you hangin’. Just…sit tight. Try not to cause any trouble.”

Billy attempted to flash you a charming smile, but it didn’t even meet the edges of his lips. After giving him a small nod, he stared at you for another minute with an unreadable expression this time before giving your shoulders one final squeeze and taking a step back. He momentarily glanced over at Frank.

“I’ll be waitin’ out front.”

Billy granted you one final look of condolence before leaving you alone with Frank.

When you turned to face him, he wasn’t even looking at you. He was staring at your office door that Billy had just left through with a look on his face that you couldn’t decipher. He almost looked completely indifferent, but there was an aura of suspicion staining that callousness. You swore you heard every tick of the clock snapping clearly in your ears for the next sixty seconds before he finally shifted his attention to you.

Frank’s face was completely blank. There wasn’t a shade of an emotion that you could detect. His features weren’t twisted up in any kind of clues. He looked just as impassive as he had the first day that you had met him. Seeing him revert to that state after months of progression in your complicated relationship hurt worse than any heartbreak you had ever experienced. 

He was staring at you like you were a stranger on the street.

Frank wordlessly folded up the file and stuffed it into his jacket pocket, his vacant eyes staring into your pleading gaze. At this point, you wished he would go back to yelling at you. You would take something, anything other than this tortuous silent treatment.

He wouldn’t actually leave you like that, would he? He said he wouldn’t. He swore he wouldn’t. Frank would always be there for you, to keep you safe. That’s what he had promised. 

Right?

You waited for him to say something. You stared at him in desperate expectancy for him to do something to fix this nightmare. You held your breath for him to make the same promise that Billy had, to figure something out.

But as quietly as Frank had come into your life, he was now slipping out silently.

And just like that, he was gone.

tags: @hopeful-evermore @day-dreaming-goddess @messymissy @itwasthereaminuteago @strawberry1042 @queenofthenoobs @wanda2themax @xcastawayherosx @ferns-fics @stevenknightmarc @ponyosmom35 @babygal-babygal @wellwwhynot @oldermenaremyreligion @combustiblemeow @tired-night-owl @fairykiss32 @danzer8705 @calkissed@fxckahs-blog @lemon-world1 @yeah3459 @collaps3r @polskiperson @imperihoe

[bubuslutty]

Apple Bottom Jeans

pairing: frank castle x fem!reader x billy russo

word count: 1.3k

tags: mafia!au, billy never betrayed frank, f oral receiving, face sitting, no dialogue, 3rd person perspective, no use of y/n

warning: not proof read because if I don't stop obsessiving over it, it's never getting posted. sorry for any mistakes you find. it's just 1k worth of brain rot sprinkled with horny and my love for clothes

Summary: billy and Frank are obsessed with anything their girl wears as bottoms. if they could keep their eyes glued to her ass and legs for the rest of their lives, they would.

There's a lot of things Frank and Billy love about their girl. But one of them must be her sense of style and choice of clothing.

She dresses well, in all colours and textures, she has money and she makes sure to spend it on herself, to spoil herself with all types of shoes and jackets.

But this is specifically about her choice of bottoms, be it shorts, skirts or trousers. Her boys love it all.

Their girl wears slacks with a blazer and white button up on days where she needs to dress professionally to meet clients. Sometimes it's the ones that are tight around her hips, ass and thighs and a bit loose down at the bottom. Billy loves how it accentuates the shape of her legs, and how her thighs look wrapped around his waist when he catches her in a corner to kiss her senseless.

However, when she's in a certain mood, she wears shorts with her blazer. The same fabric as the slacks would be, just so much shorter, leaving the length of her smooth legs naked. Frank would notice her walking around with her hands in her pockets, button-up open midway with nothing underneath, and the sleeves of her blazer rolled up, chin tilted up, glaring and speaking in that serious cold tone to clients on hard days.

Frank would obsessively run his hands on her inner thighs when they're sitting, constantly trying to wiggle his fingers inside the leg holes to just touch her. 

Billy loves it when his favourite girl shows up to work in a tight skirt, with a blazer, or just a button-up shirt, tucked in. Her skirts are usually short, stopping just below her ass, paired up with boots to her knees, which end up distracting Billy for the rest of the day. He's shameless in his staring as well, checking her backside out every time she walks by, leaning back and stopping mid-sentence to just stare at her ass if he doesn't sleep with her in the same bed every night.

When they're not working, she usually wears leggings, sweats, jeans and comfortable basketball shorts, outside in public when they're running errands or out eating.

Frank thanks whoever created leggings every single time his girl is hanging around the house, the fabric stretched and hugging every single dip and swell of her skin. If he doesn't grope her ass or swats her thighs at least once, is he really doing his job as a boyfriend?

He also loves her in basketball shorts because she's comfortable in them, and they're easy to take off. But he likes her in them because she manages to look younger in them, hair natural, face bare, wearing a random t-shirt, shorts and socks. And the sight always makes him want to protect her even more and keep her happy for the rest of their lives. 

Frank and Billy both agreed once that she looks especially delicious in girl boxers. She wears them for comfort around the house, but also to work out in the gym down in their basement. Her boxers leave nothing for the imagination because they show everything. It's not her fault that her pussy's just puffy and it always manages to be visible when she wears tight boxers. The swell between her legs is practically a honey trap, because everytime she wears nothing but her boxers, Frank and Billy are ready to do something stupid.

Once, while she was in the gym, punching away at a sandbag, Frank and Billy suggested that both of them will spare in the ring, and whoever wins will get her to sit on their face. She agreed. 

But none of them yielded after 10 minutes of sparing. The longer they kept at it, the wetter she was starting to get. And also lowkey worried, because both were serious as fuck about winning. 

She ended up stopping them midway and playing rock paper scissors because she didn't want them bruised and sore on a weekend. Frank won and had his face ridden that day in the middle of the ring. Billy got his turn after they showered in the evening, in the living room. 

Not only Billy loves her short skirts, but also the long ones. One Halloween party at a château, they all decided to dress like in the show, Game of Thrones. Frank ended up as a knight, with the armor and the sword, Billy was a prince, with a dark velvet jacket, golden buttons, dark trousers and a sword at his hip. She was dressed as a princess, with a beautiful dark dress, a corset wrapped around her waist and a small tiara in her hair. 

Her skirts were layered and long, the fabric soft and expensive. She looked absolutely stunning, as if she came straight out of the show, or any fantasy show for that matter. That night, she ended up with her back pressed to a tree in the garden, skirts hunched up at her waist while Billy was on his knees, face buried between her legs, eating her out as if he was both starving and thirsty for a hundred years when he was sipping at wine 10 minutes ago inside. 

But it was totally another thing when they're at home, under the sheets and she's wearing a pair of panties. They could be soft, made of cotton, pastels or dark in colour, or they could be lace, also in pastel or dark colours. She had all of them. Frank loves buying her new panties he finds online and thinks they'd look cute on her, and makes her try them on everytime. A small fashion show if you will, of her holding her sweater up and turning around in her new panties, showing them off to Frank as he sits at the edge of the bed and admires his girl. 

Or she could be wearing a pretty pair of panties under a pleated skirt. And Billy would be wondering what pair of panties is she wearing that day, are they pink? Blue? Black? And then he'd watch her randomly bend over while she's cleaning the living room, picking up a stray pillow and feel his cheek heat up at the peak of her panties. And then he would have to leave the room, so she wouldn't catch him staring and call him a pervert or hit him with a pillow. 

It's not his fault he's literally obsessed with anything she wears. Billy is a weak man to the woman who holds his heart in her hands.

Sometimes when they would go to a bar, she would wear a pair of low rise jeans with thongs, the strings hugging her hips. And it's even worse, because not only Billy and Frank would be staring, but so is the whole bar. So they would be extra touchy during the time at the bar while she's having fun with her friend, Peter, laughing and talking about anything and everything. 

And other times, she would wear a black bikini under jean short shorts, one of Frank's flannel shirts, open and hanging off her shoulders. With a pair of cowboy boots and a cowboy hat on her head. She would be glowing and giggling at the bar with Peter at her side, the two talking and dancing together to the music. They would be playing pool and make everyone do a double take everytime they walked by. And it would drive both Frank and Billy up the wall. 

Their girl could do whatever she wanted, but it was just how everyone was staring, and how some men thought it'd be a good idea to approach her and try to buy her a drink. No matter how many times she would tell them she's taken, and not matter how many times either Frank and Billy had to walk up and say she's taken to the men's faces. They still wouldn't understand. Maybe it was the alcohol in their system that made them stupid, but either way Billy was ready to shoot someone in the face and Frank wanted to try this new trick he learned last week to break someone's neck.

tag list (pls ask to be added or removed): @awkwardalie @enretrogue @itwasthereaminuteago @snowkestrel

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June 2022 Fic recs

Disclaimer: none of the below are my own work, they're just a few of my favourite pieces. If any author doesn't like their work linked here, please dm me and I will take it down.

*Not my gifs*

Billy Russo

Imagine Billy calming you down after a nightmare.

Fresh Ink

Icarus (series)

Tommy Shelby

'the secret garden'

Life Amidst the Death

Three's a Crowd

What Could Have Been

Anthony Bridgerton

A SUDDEN ARRIVAL

Matt Murdock

a lover's quarrel

when you hold me.

A Discussion of Choices

Hardcore Parkour

Off the Record

Frank Castle

be together

ache

From Ashes

Blood on the floor

Daryl Dixon

untitled

Father's Day

James Bond

Fool Me Once, Fool Me Twice (series)

Hold Your Breath and Count to Ten

Old Dog (series)

In A Crowded Room

Blink

Bad Habits

Untitled drabble

Misc

Perfection- Will Graham x fem! reader

Number One Girl- Jack Nelson x reader

A Little Something- Michael Gray x OC Female Character (cousin)

Exile- Aleksander Morozova x fem! reader (series)

[russosafehaven]

Caught In The Pages

Pairing: Marine!Billy Russo x Marine!Reader

Content: Bookworm!Reader, Frank being Frank, Pre-Punisher, Fluff, Fem!Reader, Misogyny

POV: Second

BR Taglist: @snowkestrel @judig92 @k-marzolf

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Being the only female in Cerberus absolutely sucked. The only thing that sucked more? Being away from your books. Well that and the blatant misogyny some of the other soldiers didn’t even bother hiding. It was hard being underestimated in a situation like this. If a woman died in the field they’d never hear the end of it. At least that’s what everyone said.

When you were off duty you spent most of your time reading. Currently stuck on Little Women for what felt like the millionth time. It was one of the only books you’d brought out on deployment. Alongside all of Jane Austen’s works since it felt fitting. There was no true horror than a man telling you what to do.

One of your close friend, Gunner, had his wife send you a new book every month so you didn’t run out. It was nice having the fresh words, but there was nothing like the classics. The others would give you shit for reading such effeminate books while in war but it was comforting. Still in touch with your femininity while in the heat of Kandahar made you feel normal.

Mail was once again being passed around. A weight landed on your cot and you looked up, a fresh copy of The Picture of Dorian Gray.

“Shit Gunner your wife’s awesome, honestly considering her stealing her”

You grinned at the man and snatched the book up. It was one of your favourites. It’d been a while since you visited Oscar Wildes works but he stayed one of your favourite authors.

“Told her you were a fan of the book”

He gave you a warm smile as he returned to his stretcher, sitting down and going through the rest of this months care package. From your right you saw your lieutenants, Frank and Billy, looking at you intently. You’d never really spoken to them, preferring to keep to the pages of your stories.

As you gently opened to the first page you were already enamoured. It was a fancier copy, probably cost around $50. When it came to the classics Gunner’s wife wasted no expense on you and you were grateful for it. Growing up in the system you never had a family to buy you nice things. If you had one you imagined this is what your Christmas’s felt like.

Eyes darting to the right you listened into the Lieutenant’s conversation with one another. Franks wife, Maria, had gotten him tickets to some music thing. It was the book Billy held in his hands that interested you. A worn copy of Dorian Gray. As you looked back to your own book you smiled softly. An attractive man who had good taste in books? Talk about a dream boat.

The worlds that Oscar Wilde wrote never failed to intrigue you. Agony and pain written in such beautiful ways. Love that was forbidden and to be cast aside.

“Look at the little book nerd, what is it this time?”

You looked up, one of the other guys who’s name you thought was Ryan or something was taunting you. Rolling you eyes you went back to your book.

“No need to be such a bitch L/N, what you on your period or something?”

Another guy called out. God did men not understand how women worked. It frustrated you to no end that even in the blaze of war they couldn’t respect you. You were their equal in every sense of the word. Except to them you were lesser because of your anatomy.

“Stop being such a dick Lucas”

Your head whipped to your right, Billy was standing up for you. The guy who made the period comment, Lucas, looked worried. It wasn’t every day that the First Lieutenant got mad.

“You all should learn to treat that woman with respect, she’s one of us and has saved all your asses countless times. Without her,”

He pointed at you and you curled up. The attention wasn’t your favourite thing.

“There would be a whole lot more of us dead. Who do you think managed to gun down those assholes going after Castle? It was her, so all of you shut the hell up and show her the goddamn respect she deserves”

Billy was furious, he had been enamoured by you since you first showed up. He was used to serving with men, the traditional masculine kind. Yet there you were, shipped to see the same shit he did. It was only when he saw you reading Pride and Prejudice for the first time was he truly curious. He hadn’t expected you to be a reader. Yet there you were. Since you were close with Gunner he had asked about you. Learning you were a total bookworm since they were your safety net in the system.

As you watched Billy land back in his stretcher with a loud thump you couldn’t help but smile. Face warm from the attention he had given you. Across the tent Gunner sent you a thumbs up to which you rolled your eyes in response.

“You didn’t have to do that Lieutenant”

Sitting up you looked over at him. He returned the favour, mirroring the way you were sitting.

“I know, but it honestly pisses me off. You’re a valuable member of the team and they need to know that. Plus you’re an attractive woman with good taste in books”

Your face heated up as he spoke to you. A crooked smile as he looked at you. Billy stood up, walking over to your back and taking it back to his spot. He rummaged through the books you had.

“Edgar Allan Poe, Jane Austen, The Brontë Sisters, a lot of classics huh? Why don’t you tell me all about them?”

That was the start of a very long conversation and friendship with your Lieutenant. All because of ink on paper.

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୨ LEIA’S 1000 FOLLOWERS CELEBRATION ୧

welcome everyone !! i just reached a milestone and i wanted to do something to celebrate <3

first of all, THANK YOU SO SO MUCH ♡ it might sound stupid or whatever, but posting my stuff on there helped me a lot during the past year and i’m so so grateful for the people who appreciated what i’ve posted. this is amazing for me and i hope to reach more and more people ( even tho i’m not one of the best out there hehe ) because i really love writing. okay i promise i’m done, let’s see what i got in store for this event !!

!! NOTE !! the celebration ends next sunday, 5 june. enjoy !!

୨ FICS REQUEST GUIDELINES ୧

ⵌ rules & info :

▸ you can send a request for max three characters

▸ be sure to include the hashtag #leia1kceleb in the request

▸ i write for female, male & gender neutral readers, so be specific about reader’s gender ( for example, “character x fem!reader pls” )

▸ i write both sfw & nsfw ( fluff, angst, smut, hurt, comfort )

▸ i won’t include dark content, such as rape, suicide, etc.

▸ be patient pls ♡

ⵌ characters :

★ marvel

▸ steven grant / marc spector

▸ layla el-faouly

▸ frank castle

▸ billy russo

▸ peter parker ( mainly andrew’s )

▸ natasha romanoff

▸ bucky barnes

▸ valkyrie

▸ eddie brock

★ star wars

▸ anakin skywalker / darth vader

▸ obi-wan kenobi

▸ padmé amidala

▸ the clones

▸ din djarin

▸ boba fett

▸ bo-katan kryze

▸ han solo

▸ luke skywalker

▸ rey

▸ poe dameron

▸ darth maul

★ stranger things

▸ steve harrington

▸ nancy wheeler

▸ billy hargrove

▸ robin buckley

★ misc

▸ francisco “catfish” morales ( pedro pascal )

▸ javier peña ( pedro pascal )

▸ jonathan levy ( oscar isaac )

▸ duke leto ( oscar isaac )

ⵌ before you send a request :

▸ you can include a prompt, a quote, or anything you prefer

▸ if you want a one shot or headcanon pls be specific, otherwise i’ll decide hehe

▸ that’s all, have fun !!

i’m sure this will flop, but my thanks for 1k followers stay and again i’m truly grateful <3 ( this could be a chance to try & get closer to ppl on there idk, i’m open to make new friends btw )

i’m gonna tag a bunch of moots & ppl from my taglists, reblog and boosts are highly appreciated <3 thank you !!

🏷 : @laserbrains @itzizumi @sabersandsnipers @p-spidey @frankenhookersmonster @ohcaptains @fic-appointment @serrendiipty @anon1412 @eichenhouseproperty @ladyrebel25 @evilcr0ne @atlas-nex @luvxginger @transias @florqlness @powerpuffluuvv @xbeauxny @sunwardsss @baby-shy

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REQUESTS + RULES.

heyyyyy, here's the information/rules about requests i take. overall rule, please ask nicely :))

status: only matchups are open.

◆ MATCHUPS! are open.

matchups!!! these are really fun, ik i always love them. for matchups what i need is what fandom/s you want (max 3) a matchup for, if you want a male/female/whoever matchup, and a reasonably detailed description of you.

i will not take anonymous matchups and i'll only do them for people following me :) if you submit an anonymous one, dm me or submit a second non-anonymous one and tell me it was you so that i can post it without your url but also that way i can also see if you're following me.

brief description of you should include: a brief description of your physical appearance, your mbti type if you know it, mentions of both positive and negative personality traits, your hobbies, your likes, your dislikes, what you do in life, hopes and dreams. a wild variety of things that sums you up.

fandoms available are; The Boys, Stranger Things (not the kids obvi), MCU (includes Netflix Shows), Star Wars (Skywalker Saga + Mando).

◆ ICONS! are closed.

all i need for icon requests (which are more like suggestions) is what character you want! i'll only do one set per character and you can find who i've already done here (link coming soon)

◆ FANFICTION!

what i need from you in your request is specified in the subheading beyond according to fic type :) i only write headcanons and blurbs just based on time considerations (if you have ideas for oneshots or prompts or something you'd like to see i'd love to hear that just not as a request)

characters i write for, star ☆ indicates my top picks:

from The Boys: Soldier Boy ☆, Billy Butcher, Hughie, MM, Frenchie, Kimiko, Annie, Maeve.

from Stranger Things: Eddie Munson ☆, Billy Hargrove ☆, Steve Harrington, Nancy Wheeler, Robin Buckley, Jonathan Byers, Jim Hopper.

played by Oscar Isaac: Poe Dameron ☆, Moon Knight bois (Steven, Marc, Jake) ☆, Nathan Bateman ☆, Duke Leto, Blue Jones, Abel Morales, Sergent Kane, Orestes, Richard Alonso-Muñoz, Rudal Keener, William Tell.

lol miscellaneous: Obi-Wan Kenobi, Anakin Skywalker (Star Wars), Spike (Buffy), Dean (Gilmore Girls) (let me have this), Will Turner, Elizabeth Swan, James Norrington (POTC), Morgana Pendragon, Gwaine (Merlin BBC),

played by Ben Barnes: Billy Russo ☆, The Darkling ☆, Caspian X.

from Marvel: Frank Castle, Matt Murdock , Loki Laufeyson, Bucky Barnes, Erik Lehnsherr, Wanda Maximoff, Valkyrie, Thor Odinson.

rules for all fanfic:

i won't write anything that i haven't experienced (or that i find triggering) so just please stay away from topics of mental illnesses, extreme trauma, that sorta thing.

i'm not going to write NSFW for requests so let's just skip that (steamy/suggestive is all good though),

i might decline a request if i think it'll take too long, i'm not confident in it, or i just don't like it. that's not to say your request was bad just that it didn't fit me.

also it might take a while oop, be patient with me. i'll close requests if i'm a bit back up with them.

◇ HEADCANONS! are closed.

the only requirements for headcanons are tell me what character you want, what headcanons you'd like eg. "date night hcs", or "breakup makeup hcs", if you want fem!reader or gn!reader (apologies for the inconvence but i don't do male!reader).

◇ BLURBS! are closed.

the only requirements for blurbs are tell me what character you want, if you want fem!reader or gn!reader (apologies for the inconvence but i don't do male!reader) and gimme a prompt! whether that's a dialogue prompt you found, a scenario you wanna see, whatever :)) these should be short... but also i might get carried away.