#billy russo oneshots

[dreamcatcher92]

Hide & Seek

Summary: You want to play a little game with your boyfriend.

Warnings: Smut, language, 18+ minors do not enter, dom/sub, use of calling Billy “sir” 

You couldn’t help but giggle while you hid under the big four post bed that you and Billy shared. You wanted to play a little game of hide and seek with Billy. You loved role playing and messing around when it came to sexy times with your hunk of a man. 

Today, you decided to hide underneath the bed and wait for him to come strolling in from a long day at work. Your panties get more and more soaked the more you imagine the things you would do to him and the things you want him to do to you. You are madly in love with Billy and he feels the same about you. 

Suddenly, you’re ripped from your daydreaming when you hear the front door open and shut. Billy walks in and peels off his black coat and hangs it on the coat hook by the front door. He can tell that it’s eerily quiet. 

“Babe?” He calls out. 

Silence is all he is met with, but he knows you’re home. Your stuff is here, so he knows now that you want to play. He smiles.

You cover your mouth and giggle as silently as possible. You can hear him walking around, but suddenly, complete and utter silence. Then, he grabs you by your ankles and pulls you out from under the bed. You let out a squeal. 

You laugh and turn over on your back to look up at him, “Hi Billy.”

Without saying a word, he leans down and picks you up off the floor. He doesn’t give you a chance to move or say anything before he’s laying deep passionate kisses on you and taking your clothes off. You don’t fight him and just let him do whatever he wants to you. You’re his.

“Lay down.” He says sternly as he leans back from a kiss. 

“Yes, sir.” You say with a menacing grin. 

Slowly, you laid down on your back and Billy quickly undressed himself. You didn’t have much time before he was on top of you because once you called him sir, it was on. It was like fuel being poured onto a fire. 

You wrapped your legs around Billy as he lay on top of you leaning on his forearms that lay on either side of your head. He begins to give you soft gentle kisses on your mouth. You moan into his kisses and run your fingers through his thick dark hair. 

He begins kissing his way down your neck, down your stomach, and then without warning, he’s eating your wet pussy. You toss your head back in pleasure and grab ahold of the bed sheets for dear life. It doesn’t take you long before you’re cumming in his mouth. Billy knows exactly how to get you off within minutes, which makes him even harder and his cock is aching to fuck you.

He gets up on his knees between your legs and positions his hard cock dripping with precum against your soaked entrance. As he pushes inside you, you let out a loud moan from how good he feels filling you completely. As he fucks you, you scratch red marks and welts into his back. 

“Faster! Ah! Harder Billy!” You scream out as you begin to inch closer and closer to orgasming once more. 

“Fuck baby!” Billy grunts as he thrusts hard and fast into your cunt. 

Billy reaches down and presses his thumb to your clit and begins to rub circles. Almost immediately, you're thrown over the edge. You clench down and cum hard around his cock. 

“Billy!”

“That’s it baby, there’s my good girl.” He says continuing his pace until he cums and fills you up.

After he finishes, he rides out the high for a few more moments before he falls to the bed beside you. He pulls you to his chest and kisses your forehead. You look up at him breathing heavily and smile. 

“I love you Billy.”

“Love you too beautiful.”

[kasagia]

Okay… how long does it take until the infatuation with a fictional character fades away? Or a safe period of time after which you can officially start writing for this character?

Because I spent the entire weekend (since I went to watch Dune 2) reading all the fanfics that were written about this bald man, and I either need a therapist or I'm entering new, uncharted waters of having a crush on a psychopathic, murderous fictional men...

Or I guess it is just my type... Nevermind.

Yes, I am still alive, yes I plan to write something for my (our) boys. No, I still don't have time for that. Does this stop my imagination? Also no. That's it. Thank you. 🩵🖤🩵🖤🩵🖤🩵

[petertingle-yipyip]

BIGGER PERSON - BILLY RUSSO

Pairing: billy x castle!reader (established relationship)

Word Count: 1,741

Summary: When Frank’s sister finds out that a) her brother’s alive and b) her boyfriend is supposed to kill him, the conversation quickly turns bad.

Your brother, Frank Castle.

Months had passed and his death still didn’t feel real. You had seen the headstone, found a church that was willing to give the infamous Punisher his last rites. Even though Frank didn’t really care for religion towards the end of his life, your parents would’ve wanted it done so you made sure of it. You sent them the blessed crucifix from the private ritual.

You were frozen in place as the news story played out on your TV. The job Billy was working for the senator, the one he claimed was to protect from the unknown bomber, was also intended to protect him from Frank. Frank, the alleged accomplice to the bomber, was being framed - yet again - as public enemy number one.

You paused the screen when the channel was playing video from a cop car that very clearly showed your brother’s face and pulled your phone to text Billy. But as your finger was finding the conversation, you realized he would very likely lie to you again. He lied about the job to begin with, so why would he owe you an honest answer now.

So instead, you paced your living room until he finally made it home.

When you heard the door open, your grip tightened on the remote and you felt the urge to throw it. Either at Billy or close to it, you didn’t care, but you refrained from either. He walked in and said his usual greeting, moving in to kiss your cheek but you shoved him off.

“Tell me you didn’t know.” You said tightly, hoping the anger in your stare was enough to burn him.

“What do you mean?” He asked, a slight nervous chuckle pairing with the words.

“The bombings. All of it is being blamed on Frank.” You continued.

“Frank?” His brows furrowed and you had the urge to shove him again.

“Don’t talk to me like I’m stupid.”

“No, I- I’m not.” His hands went up in surrender. “I want to finish this discussion, really. But honestly, baby, I’m too damn tired. Can it wait till later?”

“So my brother is alive and I find out by chance from some news story and you want to talk about it later?” You said angrily, gesturing to the paused screen that still displayed the photo captured from a police car’s dash cam.

“Can we not do this, Y/N?” Billy sighed and dropped on the couch, covering his eyes.

“No, I think we should.” You snapped. “That is my brother, Billy. If there was even a rumor that he was still alive, you should’ve told me!”

“It was just a rumor.” He enunciated, still not looking at you. “I hadn’t heard from him so how was I supposed to know it was true?”

“You still should’ve told me!”

“I’m sorry!” He shouted, standing suddenly and. pausing you to take a small step back. “What am I supposed to do about it now? What- What- What do you want from me?”

“Jesus.” You sighed and put your hands up in surrender. “Nevermind. It’s just my brother, right? Who cares? Not like I had a right to know but hey.”

You stormed off to the bedroom and ignored Billy’s muttering as you left. You didn’t even need Billy to confess that he knew or that he was helping Frank hide. All you wanted was an honest apology, but he couldn’t even do that.

The days went on and you still said very little to Billy. You still did your usual routine, breakfast and coffee ready before he went to work. Dinner either on the way or finishing on the stove when he got home. But outside of that, or answering a direct question he asked, you were busy with a book or a new TV show. Anything really that meant you didn’t have to say anything to him.

It was right before his TV interview about the attack on Senator Ori at the hotel, which they were attributing to Frank. He had came out and asked if his tie looked okay and you said “Sure, it’s fine” without facing him.

“Jesus, Y/N/N. How long you gonna act like this?” He complained.

“I shouldn’t have to be the bigger person.” You spat back, still keeping your back to him. “I shouldn’t have to bend to keep us on track. Let me ask you this, Bill. That guy with the- the eye thing. He having you go after Frankie?”

“Y/N…”

“I swear to God I will walk out that door.” You threatened and turned to face him. You watched his eyes dart between yours as he took in your expression. “Everything you’ve been doing lately, was it all about Frank?”

“Yeah...”

“Catching him?”

“Yeah…”

“Killing him?”

You didn’t even know how you managed to get that question out but you did. It felt as if your throat had tightened and the three short syllables were rung out of your voice box like water out of a towel.

“Yeah…” He answered, voice barely above a whisper.

Your heart grew heavy in your chest and it nearly felt

like it had stopped beating.

“And you wonder why I’m pissed off.” You said flatly, pushing past  and leaving him behind you.

“Baby, it's just business, alright? Nothing personal.”

“It should be personal!” You turned and shouted. “That’s my goddamn brother!”

“You want me to apologize for doing my job?” He asked sharply.

“Yes!” You threw your arms forward. “Apologize for trying to kill my brother!”

“It’s my job!”

“Well excuse me for thinking you cared about me more than a fucking paycheck.” You put hands up in surrender and turned away, back into the kitchen.

“C’mon, babe.” He sighed, hurrying after you. “It’s not like that.”

“It’s always up to me, even when it shouldn’t be.” You complained. “You want me to take the blame for a fight and I do. I do because I love you and I always think it’ll be the last time.”

“Y/N…” He said your name softly, confused even. As if he had barely realized what the routine with you had become.

Argue about something, sometimes petty and sometimes not. Then you’ll make up when you apologize, but nothing changes. It was a vicious cycle that Billy was completely oblivious to, until now.

“I think that maybe next time you’ll be the bigger person cause I’m sick and tired of carrying the burden of every argument.” You shrugged, tears forming in your eyes that you ignored. “Keep moving my boundaries so you don’t cross lines, keep quiet when you yell. All cause I thought I had to to make it last between us.”

“I… I didn’t realize.”

“Yeah, I know.”

He took a moment to think over his next words. It felt like a very defining moment for your relationship. He never meant to make you feel that way, and knowing he had was arguably the worst pain he’d ever felt. How did he not notice? How could he do that to you?

“Tell me how to make this right.” He said softly, gently reaching to take your hand. You looked up at him while you let your hand sit in his. He looked at you with wide, soft eyes that were begging for forgiveness. “I’ll do anything.”

“You think it’s that easy?” You countered with a small challenge. “Billy, you’ve been hunting down my brother for a man who doesn’t care about you. That guy will throw you under the bus as soon as he needs to, just like everyone else. But my brother? You know damn well Frank would’ve done anything to protect you. He never would’ve don’t this to you.”

“No… He would’ve.”

“Why?” 

He looked towards the ceiling and sighed heavily. Your stomach felt tight and your blood ran warm with anticipation while you took a step back, taking your hand away from his.

“What did you do?” You urged.

“The carousel.” He began and that knot in your stomach grew tighter.

“You were there?”

“No.” He looked back to you, a silent plea in his expression. To hear him out, to believe him, to forgive him. “No, I wasn’t, I swear.”

“You didn’t shoot him? Or Maria? Or the kids?”

“No, I wouldn’t do it.” He shook his head and you could’ve sworn you saw tears in his eyes. “I said no.”

You were quiet as things began to click and you knew it reflected in your eyes as Billy’s expression changed.

“But you knew… You knew they were coming after my brother and that’s why we went out instead of me going with them.” You realized and the thick weight of betrayal slammed into your chest so hard you thought the bones would break. “How fucking dare you stand in front of me.”

“No, Y/N, please. Let me-“

“Let you what?” You cut in sharply and your hands tightened into fists at your side. “Let you explain? What is there to explain when you just admitted to knowing that your worthless fucking friends were gonna kill my family and you did nothing?” Your voice grew to a scream as you rambled.

His eyes shot to your hands and he took a step back from you.

“My niece and nephew, Billy!” You shouted. “They were kids! And Maria, she loved you. And you just let it happen.”

“I couldn’t do anything.” He spoke quietly.

“You’re kidding, right?” You laughed in disbelief. “You could’ve warned him!”

“He wouldn’t have believed me!” He reasoned.

“Y’know what.” You took a deep breath. “Just get out.”

“Y/N..”

“Aren’t you late for your interview?”

He opened his mouth to speak but the glare you gave him kept him quiet. Instead, he collected his things and went to leave.

“I didn’t want all this.” He called from the door. “It wasn’t supposed to end up this way.”

“Yeah, you worked so hard to keep it from me.” You countered. “Good luck when Frank finds out.”

The door closed soon after and you found your phone. You scrolled your contacts until Karen’s name popped up. You had met the woman when her friends were defending Frank in court and you two had stayed decent friends. You texted and said you had seen the news about Frank and asked if she could help you get in touch with him.

karen (lawyer): just put flowers in the window

[i-wanna-write]

📋Masterlist📋

Accept requests for the following characters! - Daryl Dixon TWD - Bode Leone/Donovan Fire Country - Billy Russo The Punisher - Sirius Black Harry Potter - Logan Howlett / Wolverine X Men - Others to be added - just ask! Worse I can do is say no

I will NOT write: - Non-con - Rape - Incest - Underage Characters - Anything I feel uncomfortable writing but I will tell you so!

Romance = 💋

Fluff = 🐰

Smut = 🔥

Angst = 💔

Fire Country --- Bode Leone You Left Us -💔 Feel Alive - 💋 - Meant to Be - 💋 It's Fate - 🔥 The Walking Dead --- Daryl Dixon Never Again - 💔

Harry Potter --- Sirius Black 12 Years - 💔

The Boys --- Billy Butcher Stupid Plan - 🔥 The Punisher --- Billy Russo I Loved You - 💔

X-Men --- Wolverine Mini Fic - If One's Different, One's Bound to be Different Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7

[ikinremu]

KINKTOBER DAY 13: Billy Russo x Hate Fucking

Camera Room

Billy Russo x Fem!Reader

Tags: P in V, Unprotected Sex, Degrading, Public, Light Choking

You hated your boss. He was condescending. He was a complete killjoy. And honestly, he was borderline cynical. And, blatantly enough, the feeling was mutual.

It probably should've meant something that nobody really agreed with this distaste when either of you raised it - though the both of you were utterly absorbed by your dislike for one and other to care.

It was improfessional, sure, however you excelled as Billy's employee and he excelled as your boss - petty rivalry aside. So, therefore, it only made sense for you to be selected to - begrudgingly - accompany him in the dire, elongated period of todays training exercise - truly, as an Anvil employee, you were only required to offer supervision, but it was likely better than being cooped up your office all day.

You'd attended several of the sort before - they all played out the same. You'd quietly perch beside your superior inside the rather unexciting, dimly-lit the camera room, scrutinising whichever unit's practice, scribbling surface-level notes on a clipboard that nobody would even take the time to read over.

Helplessly fidgeting atop your decade old, loosely wheeled desk chair, you felt the familiar, keen laser of his gaze burn deep into your back.

Unmoving, you spat seemingly innocent - though painfully bitter - words, "Any problems, Billy?"

"What was that?" The dense, superiority-ridden response loomed both above and behind you.

Thankfully unknown to him - you sported a quite impatient, slight roll of the eyes, following with a resentful correction, "Mr Russo."

"More like it." Billy countered, words doused in his thick, Albany accent, "And no, no problems thank you. But you'll do well to lose the the attitude."

Softly, you cleared your throat, still so firmly faced away from the intolerability of the room, "I will once you stop looking at me like I'm gonna infect the place."

Irritably awaiting another retort, you flickered the heavy focus of your gaze over the screen of tightly-collaged camera angles, carefully observing the dozens of scurrying agents - all geared in Anvil's very own equipment.

You witnessed yet another patience-thin response, though it was - evidently - hissed through harshly gritted teeth, and certainly floated a little closer than the previous, "Watch your tongue. I'm your boss."

"Really? You should've mentioned." You uttered, tone laced with such deep, blatant sarcasm.

It was a wonder you hadn't been fired yet.

Rather abruptly, and definitely through zero control of your own, your crooked, flimsy excuse for a seat swirled around. Opposing your expectations, Billy wasn't at all stood tall, towering above you - instead, his quite grand frame was crouched to your very same level, eyes glaring into your own.

In a - somehow - both soft and intimidating manner, he planted a slender, callous finger beneath your chin before slightly parting his pinkish lips, "I said watch your tongue. Understood?"

Desperately wishing you were without the familiar, lusciously warm tingle in your stomach, you braced a thick swallow, "Understood."

Deeply, he chuckled, voice suddenly reduced to a low, sultry whisper, "Don't get all shy on me now, where's that attitude gone?"

Following a surprisingly well-steadied, sharp inhale, he continued, "What? Made you nervous?"

Frantically shaking your jaw from the chilled, callous touch of Billy's finger, you peered directly into the dark, inky depth of his eyes, "Don't flatter yourself."

With a rough, quiet chuckle, he whispered a rich trail of flowing words, "Well, you aren't moving back? That's gotta mean something."

Unfortunately, he was correct, it meant something - though you couldn't place exactly what. You hated him. So fucking much. But for some completely unknown reason, you just couldn't find it in yourself to want this to end.

A thick, extremely elongated silence lingered between you.

You couldn't quite unravel who initiated the happening, though by the very next moment, the sweet, deprived pillows of your lips crashed to the soft, ravenous plush of your boss'.

Unstoppably driven by the most conflicting blend of both detest and lust, you - less than elegantly - scrambled up, Billy instinctively mirroring the disorderly motion. Fiercely gripping the thick, snugly-clothed flesh of your hips, he stepped you backwards, slick, humid mouthes not once disconnecting as you haphazardly bumped against the table. The compact row of computer screens clanked together slightly, wavering at the desk's timid vibration.

"Up." He ordered, only now shattering the embrace.

More subconscious than anything else, you obeyed, softly jumping atop the heavily-chipped, planked table.

"Oh, now you're good at doing what you're told?" He remarked - the sheer ego to his scoff making your skin crawl beyond belief.

"Fuck you." Was all you could sputter back, strikingly heady from the whole situation.

Visibly, his irises darkened, pooling with such strong, untold intent. Suddenly, thrillingly, the harsh, rather possessive grasp of your hips was utilised - leaving your entirety both stunned and flipped, body leniently bent over the desk as a sharp, withheld gasp was elicited from your lips.

"Well," Billy grumbled, briskly nibbling at your lobe, "Guess I'll just have to fuck the attitude out of you, huh?"

Entirely possessed by a brusque, incredibly keen shiver, you were nearing on dumbfounded - desperately wishing that wasn't the case.

Much to your irritation, Billy slipped a gruff, breathily amused chuckle, "Nothing to say for once?"

God, he made you so fucking angry - though what was done was done, and the deepest levels of enticement certainly couldn't be burnt out now.

Wrong. You still managed a single, bitter retort.

"Just shut up and fuck me."

In hindsight, you truly couldn't comprehend your words - let alone the fact they were directed to your unbeatably asshole boss.

At that, your freshly ironed, formal work trousers were so fiercely yanked down, fabric pooling around your bare, shamefully buckled knees as the familiar clink of an unbuckled belt and crumpling materials was heard behind you.

"This what you wanted this whole time? To be bent over and fucked by your boss?" Billy taunted, swiftly easing his hard, pulsing length within the slick, tight warmth of your hole.

Perhaps not the whole time, though it was undeniably what you wanted now - however, you carried far too much dignity to admit to either.

A light, airy mewl slipped your tongue, well-honed teeth denting into your lower lip.

Further burying his cock within your gently pulsing, heavily dripping cunt - Billy marked his first thrust, inevitably rocking your semi-concealed body against the table, "So fuckin' wet." 

Mercilessly, your arousal spiked, stomach only tingling - the utterly delectable blend of his words and motions coursing through your entirety, "I'm gonna fuckin' ruin this pretty cunt." 

Contriving a divine rhythm, Billy's low, previously unheard, groans flooded your ears. Your swelling, puffy clit convulsed so inescapably at each deep, irritatingly fulfilling buck of his hips. 

You fucking despised the man, but you'd never felt like this before. This wasn't just some careless, lousy fuck. Not in the slightest.  

Shamelessly attempting to compress any upcoming whimpers, you - far more severely - dug your teeth into the sweet, dented pillow of your lip - you were far too stubborn to unveil anything close to the ridiculous effect he had on you, it'd only fuel his pompous ego. 

His thick, leaking tip slammed deeper, tantalising your utmost sensitivities. A firm, familiarly callous hand snaked to the back of your neck, its opposition still rested upon the thick, tender flesh of your hip, flawlessly guiding you against each individual thrust, "Such a good fucktoy, ain't that right?" 

"Fuck.." Squashing a light, overly-satisfied moan, you briefly spluttered out a wavering response, "Not for you, Russo."

The very same chuckle echoed through you, rich with ego. 

"We'll see about that." 

Billy tightened the forbearing control of his grasp upon your naked hips and neck, hauling you against his every thrust - pace taking a rather significant spike. The timely throbs of your clit could only further as his long, pulsing shaft filled your sopping cunt. 

More than anything, you hated how fucking good this felt; his quick, deep-reaching cock stretching out the convulsions of your dripping hole as he rolled into you - bent body further slamming against the desk.

Overwhelmed by an all too familiar, body-melting tingle, your cunt spasmed around him, drenching his shaft as your approaching release only steepened.

"That's it." He panted, smirk somehow evident in his voice through the likes of mere audibility, "Cum for me, slut." 

Too hypnotised by the sloping release, you simply let the comment slide - far too intoxicated to snap back.

Your humid, semi-nude bodies shook the table at an excessive rate, bare legs trembling as a sudden orgasm submerged you. Sinking into the depths of euphoria, you heard Billy’s low, gruff grunt - an abrupt burst of hot, white ribbons coating the back of your thighs as he slipped from your sopping arousal.

“I still fucking hate you.” You babbled out.

“So much.” He finished.

You sincerely hoped nobody would inquire about the operation’s success, because, truly, you had no fucking idea.

Thank you for reading and hope you enjoyed! Please feel free to use the asks feature on my page for requests of oneshots/drabbles/blurbs etc.. would be greatly appreciated, though I will be responding to them after kinktober since i’m doing the full month! <3

[hellsfirekeepsyouwarm]

Hiii. Please write something with Billy Russo. Your choice but please some fluff 🙏🏻

Hello Luv, here i go with your request, thanks for sending it my way <3

"Pretty Face Like You"

Billy Russo x Reader

Summary: Billy wait for you to arrive to your usual place, finally deciding to give in to his feelings for you.

Warnings: Alcohol, cuteness



The air is filled with the smell of alcohol, sweat and various perfumes mixed together. All type of people sitting around, noisy truck drivers playing pool, girls in bachelorette uniform shirts giggling every damn time his eyes swift over them, depressed lone wolves lining up at the bar stools. On second thought, he might understand the flirt the ladies give him, he indeed looks like one of those lonely guys, waiting to be snatched up by someone. Couple of months ago, he wouldn't even wait for one of them, he would be at their table, stealing the spotlight for himself. But right now, he's just waiting for you to put your pretty ass down on the chair next to him, and devour him with your presence. He's been glancing at the entrance too many times, expecting you emerging any minute. He acts like you are late, but he arrived early, there is still time before your scheduled time, but he can't help the nervousness that forces his eyes towards that door all the time.

He ordered your drink already, knowing by heart what you'll have, in the meanwhile trying to stay away from his own drink, his fingers playing on the cold bottle to distract his brain. He wants to chug it down to ease his nerves, but he can't be drunk when you arrive. So his sips are subtle, just for the taste really.

He sees the bartender looking at him, pity in her eyes. She surely thinks he's being stoop up. Billy can sense her intentions, but is still slightly taken back by her offer.

"You know, a pretty face like you shouldn't spend the evening alone. I close at 2 if.."

He feels a light breeze next to him, unable to stop the smile creeping up on his lips.

"I'm sorry love, traffic was a pain on my ass." You say sweetly, your hand signaling your arrival on Billy's shoulder, your palm pressing down as you help yourself up to the bar stool. It's a simple act, but nevertheless it makes his heart throb in his throat. Anything that serves you he would give happily and willingly.

His head turns slowly, the playful smile plastered on him, excitement coursing through in his veins. How can someone feel so much at the same time? He is nervous, excited, happy and giddy, scared and terrified. Every fucking emotion is toying with him when he looks at you.

You smile, eyes sparkling with mischief. Oh you think you saved him from the unwanted attention, eyes scanning the bartender. He can see flashing something on your face, a slip of your facade, only for a brief second before you regain your usual soft look.

He swears he can see his future in your eyes. Now the thought not as scary as the first time it happened. And not as cringe. It's a thought belonging in romcoms, not in his head, but that doesn't make it go away, he's no longer opting to remove it either.

"Hey." He gives you a side hug, electricity shocking his skin when your face meets with his. You smell delicious, fresh out of the shower, he thinks. Wearing the perfume he likes so much, now lingering on his own clothes. "Arrived just in time."

"Uh, i'm sure it would have been terrible to be snatched by the pretty blonde for the night." You tease. Billy knows it's your way to find out if you stepped over the line. With his dating habits, you never knew when to interrupt, and when no to. Billy visibly shift of the thought, you seeing him mingle with women he cannot even remember. It's ridiculous honestly. He can't recall the times you have seen him flirting, but he can vividly remember every damn occasion you got male attention.

"Oh, i enjoy the look on her face way more than i would enjoy a night in her bed."

"Uhum, she was utterly baffled." You smile, more to yourself really, putting your glass to your lips. You hide away, behind your casual actions, to prevent him to see the tremble in your hands, or how you rub your palm against you denim jeans. But he sees everything. Nothing goes past him, giving him the feedback he's yearning for. That you are just as smitten with him, as he is with you. He's been looking for the signs, the clues. The ones he ignored or took as a winning when it came to everybody else.

"Let's make the most of it then." Billy just does what his heart tells him to. He grabs your barstool, pulling you with it awfully close. Your eyes widen, and it's the most adorable thing he ever witnessed. You are so clueless and awkward, but it is what he's living for.

"What are you doing William?" You say, merely a whisper, a whisper he's not sure he heard, his focus is on to repress his grow that forms in his throat at the feeling of your body flush against his.

He sees your surprised face under his half lidded eyes, already ecstatic from you. He's not hiding it anymore. The fear of you denying his affection is gone with every little doubt he had. Your sparkly eyes hungrily roams Billy's face, eyes to his pink tainted cheeks, right down to soft lips, tongue darting out, licking his upper lip. You are so caught up in the moment, you forget to hide the awe on your face.

Billy will forever lock this image in his memory, you are bare in front of him, beautifully confused by his actions. In this fragment of time, he knows exactly how a wedding band would look on your finger, and how your kids will inherit that spark from your eyes, and he would never it to say it out loud how much he cares about you. Past William Russo might would have laughed at himself, thinking it's a naive thing, a soft thing to feel this way about someone, but in the midst of his dangerous life, he can see himself find some relief in you.

"Billy," You ask, still shocked, pretty doe eyes looking up at him under dark lashes. He focuses on your lips, ready to take a leap of faith, and trusting his instinct about you reciprocating his feelings.

You just let it happen, frozen to your place, his kiss soft and demanding, giving and taking, a moan of satisfaction bubbles between the two of you when you kiss back. And oh my god he is the happiest man on earth. He wants to stop, but it's hard when you are so sweet and irresistible against his body, the heat growing inside him a like a wildfire.

If you don't break the kiss, he would have continued, not a care in the word who sees you. But you are embarrassed, cheeks flushed crimson red, shifting nervously on your seat. You look around, but all he sees is you. You are at the edge, your brain trying to overcome the awkwardness and the confusion. He gently pulls your chin towards him, a comforting and warm look in his eyes.

"Darling..." He starts, but you interrupt him with a quick peck, unsure but a kiss nevertheless. He smiles brightly, cocky even.

"Oh that look, Russo. Don't make me regret doing that." You say with a regained confidence he knows and loves.

His palms in the air, acting like nothing happened, but the grin is more apparent than ever on his handsome features.

"I don't know what look you are talking 'bout." He murmurs into your skin, causing a tremble in your body, goosebumps decorating your skin. "Can we get out of this place, love?"

All he needs a nod from you, sweeping you up from your seat, leaving the unfinished drinks with lovesick giggles.

[lemonsuponlemons]

[warning: sexual content]

Billy excuses himself from the table. Walking towards the restaurant bathroom, he catches a glimpse of the men sitting nearby - they've been getting on his nerves all night. Snickering, whispering and shamelessly gawking at you in a way that even made him uncomfortable. Although, in all fairness, he understood the commotion. It was part of the reason he needed to leave your vicinity for a moment.

He locks the bathroom door behind him and lets out an exhausted sigh. Were his trousers always this uncomfortable? Billy shifts uncomfortably, tugging at his pants. With all the strength he can gather, he tries to take deep breaths and not think of the short button-up dress you're wearing. Especially, not the first two buttons you have, definitely on accident, left open. Or the way the peach-coloured material wrapped around your hips and waist, luring him in like a siren. You really are testing his patience.

With another deep breath and a ragged sigh, Billy leaves the bathroom, appearing as though he didn't just go through a small crisis. Walking towards you, his eyes watch the chattering men who are pointing at something in your general direction. Billy's angry eyes catch the stare of one of the gawkers. The thought that any of them could have a chance with you would be funny in its delusion if it didn't piss him off so much. He snorts mockingly.

Looking back at you, his eyes linger on your cleavage a little longer than befits a gentleman. To be honest, he'd love to just rip that flimsy dress off of you and creampie you right against the restaurant table for the shameless men to watch. He could stare into their envy-ridden eyes as your pathetic whimpers fill their ears.

The lovely fantasy plays in his mind while he sits down across from you. You're nearly done with your americano and soon enough, he'd take you anywhere he wants. Anyhow he wants.

[ang3l0fde4th4ndd0gs]

"Safe" Billy Russo X Male Reader Microfic

Words: 830

Safe measures. It was always “just for safe measures.” Lock the doors, close the blinds, pull the curtains shut, never see each other outside of the house, no cameras, no messages, no posts, nothing like that, only secret meetings.

Everything was always a secret.

Cause that was safer than what I would have preferred. Russo was like that. He was cautious for the dumbest reasons. For the most insignificant things though?

If they were even slightly insignificant, he didn't care. He threw caution to the wind and didn't care if he got caught. Drinking with me the first time? Sure. That was insignificant enough.

But I wasn't insignificant enough to not be careful with. Never fully seemed like I was important though. Not important enough to hold close or even show off.

Knock knock knock.

He was always the loudest knocker in the world. Only on my door. Seemed like it was a way to get my attention, letting me know it was him or something. It must have been 2am. Not that I bothered to check. I only walked to my front door and opened it.

My suit-clad so-called boyfriend is standing outside on my front porch, smirking like he did something.

“You should just come over at normal times, Bill.”I say as I step back and open the door further.

He steps inside the house, taking his hands out of his pockets where they usually rested and grabbing my hips from behind, pulling me against his hips. “You know why I won't do that.”he whispers as he leans down and rests his head in the crook of my neck, his beard tickling my skin.

I push my door shut as I lean against him. He reaches over, tightening his grip around my hip and turning the lock before turning me around and pressing me against the wall, using his body to pin me to it.

“May I ask why?”I ask as he looks down at me.

“You know why, handsome. Can't we just have fun like this?”

“You wouldn't be endangered over it.”

“But I could be fired.”

“For being gay? I mean, that sounds…”

“True? Cause it is. A gay person in charge of a military task force would be great for some, but it's not to a point yet where I wouldn't be posed as a predator, honestly.”

“Cause Orange is a bitch or because everyone else has an issue with it?”

“Always the former, darling. Always the former.”

He leans down and presses his lips to mine in a soft kiss.

It was his usual, he always kissed me like I was the most precious thing in the world, it was like we were the only two people in the planet for the few minutes each one would last. The kind that made me grin, it gave me goosebumps, it made heat pool in my stomach.

I grip his waist in my hands before gripping his dress shirt in my hands, my hands sliding up his stomach and chest. He smiles against my lips.

“You're perfect.”he whispers. “I'm sorry it gets frustrating to hide like this.”

“You should tell him to fuck off, Bill.”

“He’d kill me for it.”

“I would never let that happen.”

“So what? I shout into the void, tell them he’s a corrupt piece of shit, tell him he got people killed, tell them about all the drugs and pay offs? Then what? I go up a rank and become the main focus of the public eye for a while? Or I die from severe failure.”

“You be a hero, Billy and you get on those cameras, you pull me close like you always do when we're home alone and kiss me for everyone to see.”

“You’re insane.”

“I'm in love and would fucking love to show that off. That's all. If I'm the one person you feel like you can trust, why not show off?”

“Y/N, I'm telling you. This is safe. They can't use you against me if they don't know I've got it bad for you.”

“And they can't use me against you if you're in power either.”

“I wish that were true. Fuck, I would kill for that to be true.”

“You've put me up in a nice house, you've saved my life, given me a place in this world. But you can't show everyone that you are a good enough person to do those things.”

“I'm not a philanthropist. I just don't want you to suffer in any way that I can keep you safe from.”

“Billy Russo, you're gonna be the death of me.”

He grins that movie star grin of his and kisses me before he responds. “Don’t say that, Y/N.”

“I'm only joking.”

Billy leaned down and kissed me once more as he picked me up, bridal style and carried me into the living room. As always, the curtains were already shut, blinds pulled down behind them.

If I did write a book, it'd obviously be short. But I just have tiny ideas like that about what if he was in danger of being fired or even unalived. Obviously the show is set in 2018 so that wouldn't be as plausible. But, still.

There's just not enough X Male Readers for a lot of characters so I wanna write those quite honestly. I enjoy writing those, especially smut for those more than I do for straight sex. And as a trans male myself it's better for me to write something I'd read too.

Also I know this isn't really my usual content, honestly. Usually I'm very Marauders based or even Ben Barnes based. Like, I have a five chapter book on Ben Barnes that I'll be publishing another chapter for soon and I'm on book two of a Marauders series. So I'm branching just a step out to try and see if I can still write other characters outside of my one hyperfixation.

It's very hard to find tons of fics for a lot of less explored characters so I wanna do that eventually. I wanna write at least Oneshots for male x readers to kind of give a slight variation on what you can find. Cause I know myself, I prefer reading male reader things because it's more fun for me than changing the pronouns in my head or creating a character to feel more comfortable reading. Very odd thing, I know.

I do actually like this little one shot though. I just wish I had my computer so I could write more than a hundred words every ten minutes honestly. It's a struggle to write tons when I'm on mobile but I've gotten better more recently since for a while I didn't have access to a full set up like I used to. I used to write on this old Chromebook my mom got me when I was like nine. I wrote most of a series on that but it doesn't work anymore so I can't do that unfortunately.

I'll try to extend this chapter a bit and see if I want to continue this one or if I want to start a new one.

[asirensrage]

3 or 12 for the yandere smut prompts. Murder husband or established couple, please. ❤️

Okay, so I need you to forgive me because I legit couldn't decide on who fit this best. It might be Billy and Grace though because I could see those two pulling something like this. Or! Billy and Isa. I listened to "Love is a Bitch" by Two Feet while writing the smut lol and I really like these two lines in this one shot.

Oh well, regardless, I hope you enjoy it. Thanks for participating!

Pairing: Billy Russo x Undescribed female character Rating: Explicit Warnings: suggested kidnapping. Unprotected sex. Unbeta'd ;)

To say she had better days was an understatement. 

Waking up in a room she doesn’t remember falling asleep in was the initial warning sign. Granted it was a big one, but it was the first clue that something was wrong. Thankfully, the door is unlocked and she isn’t about to stick around to find out. 

The hallway is empty and she creeps out slowly, listening carefully as she leaves. The hall is dark enough that she needs to keep a hand on a wall to help find her way. It’s then that she realizes her cell phone is gone. Whatever. That’s a problem for later. Right now, she needs to escape. 

Footsteps sound down the hall, making her freeze. She waits until she hears him open the door she just left and takes the chance to duck into the next door she touches. Thankfully it’s empty and she presses her ear to the door, holding her breath as she listens. 

“Sweetheart!” Billy’s voice echoes down the hall. “I didn’t think you’d wake up so soon.”

She doesn’t respond.

“Come on out. I promise it’s not what it seems.”

She doesn’t believe that for a second. She knows that voice. She slept with him last night, letting him buy her a drink before taking her home. It was clearly a mistake. One she wouldn’t make again. 

She waits until he heads down the hall, opening another door. She takes the chance to leave the room she’s in and makes her way further down the hall before hiding again in another room when she hears him come back into the hall. 

“I guess we’re playing then.” 

The game continues. 

He gets close a couple of times but the place is a maze and she’s not entirely sure she’s not lost. It doesn’t matter. As long as he stays behind, and she gets out, she’ll win. She just needs to make sure he doesn’t find her first. 

“How many fucking doors does this place have?” she mutters to herself.

“I hear you,” he calls out. 

She ignores the taunt. 

“Come on, sweetheart. Haven’t I promised I would take care of you?” 

She doesn’t remember that. 

“Haven’t I made you feel good? Let me continue. Let me show you everything I can offer you.” 

It’s tempting. She knows by his tone that he’s serious and she remembers the last night they were together. Still, it’s not enough to stop her. 

She thinks she’s getting close to the end. She has to be. 

One of the doors is locked and the doorknob rattles when she tries it. There’s no light shining underneath so she moves on, praying it’s not nighttime outside and she didn’t notice. There’s a door at the end of the hall. She hears him getting closer and she takes the chance. She runs.

Footsteps pound on the ground behind her. Her fingers wrap around the doorknob as she shoulders it open. Light spills into the hallway, silhouetting her. Before she can move further, a hand closes around her mouth as an arm loops around her waist, yanking her back. The door closes in front of her. 

Lips press to her ear as he whispers, “Found you.” 

She shivers at the feeling. “I almost made it.” 

“Almost,” he agrees before pressing his lips to her neck. He kisses the skin softly. “Ready to come back?”

“If I say no?”

“I guess I’ll have to convince you…” He turns her, pushing her back against the wall. His lips are on hers, kissing her deeply. Her arms move, wrapping around his neck and drawing him closer. She likes him like this, even if it’s a game neither of them should be playing.

His kisses are desperate, as though he suspects that given the chance she really will leave, that she’ll get tired of him. She doesn’t think that will ever happen. 

She scrapes her nails gently against the nape of his neck and he pulls away from her just enough so he can brush his lips against her cheek before kissing a path down hers. 

Her breath hitches as he presses closer, providing her with more warmth than she thought possible. She didn’t realize she had been so cold until now. His hands slide under her shirt and she closes her eyes, leaning back as she focuses on the feeling. He leaves goosebumps in his wake and her stomach flutters at the promises she knows he’ll keep. 

When he kneels before her, helping her out of her clothes, he looks up like he’s ready to worship. She can barely see him in the dark, but there’s just enough light from the crack of the door to illuminate his devotion. 

Her hands dig into his hair when he guides one of her legs to rest on his shoulder. He holds her weight, keeping her steady, even as he buries his face between her legs. She reaches a crescendo under his familiar touch with startling ease. He’s tasted her a thousand times and every one he feasts as though it’s his first. 

Billy keeps her standing when her legs threaten to give out on her as she breaks, murmuring praises against her skin. He moves slowly, standing back to his feet and kisses her again. And again. 

“Gonna let me treat you right?” he asks softly. 

“You already do.”

He laughs at that, a low chuckle that makes her stomach clench. “Let me feel you.” 

She doesn’t bother answering, not with words. She unbuttons his pants, pushing them down and freeing him before hooking a leg around his waist and pulling him close. She eases his way in with a guidance that burns both of them in its familiarity. No matter how many times she’s felt him, it never gets old. 

He holds her against the wall, keeping her pressed back on it with every thrust. She clings to him, nails digging into his back as she tries to hold herself up, to keep pace with him. He overwhelms her though. He always does. 

His hands press bruises into her skin as she draws blood from his. Their kisses are hungry and desperate as they turn relentless in their pursuit of their pleasure. 

She bites on his neck, trying to keep herself from crying out when she reaches the brink and is thrown into her orgasm. 

He swears as his grip tightens and his pace increases. The overstimulation turns nearly painful before his hips stutter and he presses her tighter against the wall, as though he’s trying to etch himself into her skin. They both struggle to catch their breaths.

“Are you okay?” he asks, his voice quiet in the dark.

“Yeah,” she answers, smiling softly. He pulls out before lowering her slowly to the ground. “Where did you find this place?”

“A friend of a friend. You weren’t too scared waking up alone, were you?”

“A little but once I heard your voice, I knew what it was.” 

His hand brush back her hair, one curling at the back of her neck as he kisses her again. “Have I told you how much I love your trust in me?”

“As often as I tell you I love our games.”

Billy laughs at that. “You really thought this was all just a game? Darling, my love for you goes far deeper than you could even imagine.” 

“Good.” 

[bubuslutty]

BUBU'S MASTERLIST

Marvel

Frank Castle

Frank Castle & Billy Russo

Moon Knight

Call Of Duty

Miscellaneous

my masterlist will grow bigger as I write more but if u have any thots or requests, do pls send them my way, however answering might take a while depending on how busy I am, just bare with me pls 💞

Don't send full fics in my asks pls!

[dreamcatcher92]

Secret Santa

Summary: You start a new job in the big city. You’ve been quite the loner your entire life, but Billy Russo seems to be able to bring you out of that shell of yours.

Warnings: Language, mentions of alcohol, 18+, sexual content.

This is my first one shot, so I hope you guys like it! 🙂 Happy Holidays! 

And as always, thank you all so much for the likes and support!!

Christmas was fast approaching, and you just weren’t in the holiday spirit. You were still new to city life since you were used to living in a small rural town in Kentucky and stuck to your daily routine of going to work, then going straight home.  You had just started your secretary job at ANVIL, and just wanted to focus on doing your job well. 

Chloe and Mackenzie, your two new friends from work, had other ideas for you this evening though. Tonight was the company Christmas party, and the girls begged and begged for you to join them tonight until finally, you caved and agreed to go for a couple of hours. 

“I promise you’ll have fun! Just wear something cute and meet us in the lobby around seven!” Chloe said excitedly as she smiled from ear to ear. 

After the work day was over, you rushed home to figure out what to wear tonight. Chloe and Mackenzie had both shown you pictures of the dresses they planned on wearing, so you knew that you needed to find the best dress you own. You were extremely nervous about going out tonight, but felt like maybe with your friends there with you, it wouldn’t be so bad.

An hour had passed and now you only had about 45 minutes left to finish getting ready and make your way to the high-end hotel that was rented out for the evening's event. You had settled on a knee length gold sequin dress that you wore to a cousin’s wedding once. Paired with your outfit, you chose to wear a pair of red heels and put just a tiny bit of makeup on. 

All of a sudden as you were finishing the final touches on your hair, your phone began to ding.

Chloe: Guys, I am sooooo excited for tonight! Maybe Xander will finally give me a chance!

Mackenzie: Chlo….Xander is such a player! You deserve way better!!

Chloe: Ugh! Don’t be such a downer! 

Chloe: Y/n you ready for tonight!?

Y/n: I think so! I’m almost done getting ready and then I’ll be heading to the venue. Seven still right?

Mackenzie: Yep!

Chloe: Yesss! See you both soon!

You arrived about five minutes early to the party and were relieved when you turned around to look out the door to see Chloe and Mackenzie walking in together to meet you. They greeted you with a hug and the three of you made your way upstairs to the party. 

There were so many people. It made you feel a bit uncomfortable, but knowing that your new friends were close by and had your back if needed made you feel a bit better. You looked around to see who all came and recognized a few others from the same floor you work on. You hadn’t met too many people because you’ve only worked at ANVIL for about three months. 

The girls decided to go talk to a few of their other friends, leaving you alone on the floor. So, you decided to go to the bar and grab a cocktail. After finally getting the bartender's attention, you ordered yourself a whiskey sour and walked out onto the balcony to look at the view of the city and get some fresh air. 

“Mind if I join you?” a deep voice says from behind you making you jump slightly.

You turn to see a tall, sexy, brown haired, and dark eyed man speaking to you, “Um, sure!”

The man walks up and stands beside you. You both gaze across the night sky taking in the beautiful lights of the city and feeling the brisk air blow on your faces.You feel a huge knot in your throat and your stomach is filled with butterflies. You think this man could very well be the most handsome man you’ve ever laid your eyes on. Is he really talking to me? Keep it together!

“Kinda chilly out to be standing outside by yourself.” he says looking down at you with a grin and a whiskey in his hand.

Your cheeks flush, “Yeah, it’s a bit cold out here I suppose. I just needed some air and to get away from all of those people. I’m not a huge fan of crowds.”

“Yeah, same, but I kinda have to be here so…” he says just before taking a sip of his drink.

“Why’s that?” you question.

He smiles and locks eyes with you, “Because I own the company, so if I don’t show then I’d look like an ass.”

It dawns on you that you’re speaking to THE Billy Russo himself. You’ve yet to meet him because of his busy schedule and huge involvement with training his own men. The butterflies in your stomach turn to a nauseated feeling and all you could focus on was to make sure not to say the wrong thing or sound like an absolute idiot.

“Oh! Y-You’re…” is all you manage to get out before Billy cuts you off.

“Your boss?” he laughs.

“Y-Yes, my boss.” you giggle.

“Billy Russo.” he reaches out to shake your hand.

You take his hand and introduce yourself to him. You can’t help but tremble a bit when his soft lips place a gentle kiss on the back of your hand. He notices your hand shaking a bit and grins as he looks back up to meet your eyes. Your eyes widen at this realization that he’s caught you.

“Don’t worry sweetheart, I won’t bite. Hard” Billy smiles and winks.

You let out a small nervous chuckle and the two of you stand and talk for a while. After a few more drinks and hours of chatting, Billy offered to give you a ride home, you happily agreed. There was this charm about Billy that made you swoon and give full trust to him. 

A few days have passed, and you haven’t heard from or seen Billy since the night of the party. You didn’t really think much of it because he is a very busy man after all. After lunch, you returned to your desk to find a single red rose lying on your keyboard with a note underneath that read, “A beautiful rose, for a beautiful girl. - Your Secret Santa.”

This was a joke right? Never in your life had this happened to you. Your face immediately flushed and you looked around to see if anyone was looking. 

You finished your shift and could not stop thinking about the rose and note. Surely this wasn’t Billy, right? He would NEVER be interested in someone like me. You tried to chalk it up to being some sort of prank that Chloe and Mackenzie have played on you. That’s got to be it. 

Once you got home and were fixing yourself something to eat, you were suddenly startled by a knock at the door. You sit your glass of wine on the countertop and walk over to peak out the peephole of your front door. Billy?!

Opening the door, you look up and meet Billy’s dark eyes, “Billy? Wha - What are you doing here?”

Billy smiles and pulls a red rose from behind his back and hands it to you, “I wanted to give you this one in person.”

Your heart skips a beat and your eyes widen, “I - I thought Chloe and Mackenzie left me that rose?”

“What?” Billy laughs.

“I just thought they were playing a prank on me. I mean, I thought that maybe…”

“Maybe what?”

“Well, I thought that maybe it was you, but then I thought that there was no way that you would like someone like…well like me. I’m nobody. I -”

Billy cuts you off by swiftly cupping your face and gently kissing your lips. Your eyes fall shut and you drop the rose on the floor as you bring your hands up to run your fingers through his soft hair. When he pulls back from the kiss, you realize that he is holding onto you tightly around your waist.

“I hope that was okay for me to do. Y/N, you’re not nobody. Don’t ever think that.” Billy says to you as he lifts you off the ground to have your legs now wrapped around him.

You look deeply into his eyes and nod your head. You lean back in to kiss him again. Billy carries you inside and kicks the door shut with one of his feet.

He sits down on the couch with you on top of his lap. Your mind is racing. You’ve never done anything like this before, but for whatever reason, this felt right. Your panties were soaked with arousal, and all you could think about was riding his cock.

As you straddle his lap, you sit back, stare at him for a moment, and smile, “So, Secret Santa huh?”

Billy chuckles as he runs a hand through your hair and meets your intense gaze, “Kinda cheesy I know.”

You shake your head, “I think it’s cute actually.”

He grins and runs his fingers down the length of your back and grabs hold of your ass, “Oh yeah? What else you thinkin’ about sweetheart?” 

You lean in and whisper into his ear, “Unzip those pants of yours and find out.”

[kasagia]

The last time

Pairing: William "Billy" Russo x fem! reader Summary: You're done being the less important one. The one who always had to conform to the big asshole and playboy Mr. Billy Goddamn Russo. And this time you really promised yourself that it's over... but is it? Wairning(s): Billy is toxic, but he loves the reader; the reader loves Billy, but everyone is fucked up; fight; swearing; blood; the reader is a doctor; the reader and Billy argue, but both cannot live without each other; violence; weapon; Inspired by: Taylor Swift - The Last Time (Feat. Gary Lightbody) Nonsense from me: I'm so happy I was able to write this in this week. I hope you like it. 💙🖤 P.S. The next oneshot will be with Darkling (Would've, Could've, Should've), but I don't know when I'll be able to write it. 😅 Word count: 6,5k Taglist: @aoi-targaryen

Find myself at your door Just like all those times before I'm not sure how I got there All roads, they lead me here

When you opened the door, you didn't expect that instead of finding the pizza delivery guy, you would find Billy Russo... or rather, what was left of him.

The hood over his head and his slightly lowered head were unable to hide the scars on his face. You notice that over time they have become... less visible... at least not as angry red as they were in the media after they published the fugitive's photo.

Yeah. You saw the news. (And talked to Maria.) You know what happened.

Maybe you didn't want to deal with a man who had broken your heart many times over the years, but you couldn't just pretend he didn't exist.

His face, his name, even that stupid nickname, Jigsaw, were everywhere. In the newspapers, on TV, on the internet, in your old photo albums and even in your fucking dreams. And now he was standing in front of you. The shell that remains of a one and only Billy Russo.

"May I... may I come in?" he whispered, staring at you uncertainly. You promised yourself that you would slam the door on that scarred face when he came to you... but in your toughts he was more... arrogant... just like he used to be.

"I... I'm not sure." the words come out of you as you look at him, trying to recover from the shock. You thought seeing him in person wouldn't do anything to you. How stupid you were...

"Please... I just want to talk to you. Give me five minutes and then you can sand me back to hell."

You bite your lip. You saw on the news that the Punisher and Jigsaw had teamed up... if Frank could forgive him enough to work with him and let him near Maria and the kids, you could give him that five damn minutes, before you try to kick his ass.

"Only five minutes, Russo." you say as you let him in.

Closing the door behind him, you wonder how far you've fallen by letting him back into your home… but from the way he looks around your place hesitantly, avoiding looking at you, you wonder who's really lost their dignity here.

I imagine you are home In your room, all alone And you open your eyes into mine And everything feels better

"You... you look beautiful." he says as he finally looks at you for the first time since your… rather tumultuous breakup.

"You wanted to talk." you say, crossing your arms as you lean against the dresser and stare intently at the man sitting on your couch.

"I… wanted to come to you after… all this shit. I… I could have lost my fucking memories somehow, but I think you've embedded yourself in my brain more than anything else. I went to your apartment, but you moved away." he admits, avoiding your heavy gaze to stare at the coffee table. You see a sad smile on his face as he stares at the pile of books and papers that were almost always present in any available space in your apartment. Some things don't change.

"I did." you say, closing some of your patient files from him so he can't analyse where exactly you work after you quit your job at Anvil as their private doctor. You collect papers and put them on your desk, turning your back to him. "Some people would get the hint. Did Frank throw out what was left of your brain by smashing your head against a mirror?"

You know it's a low move on your part, but you can't resist making him suffer. And by the way you suddenly feel his warm body behind you, you know that turning your back on your former marine and murderous ex wasn't such a smart idea. You swallow and turn around, crossing your arms to stare defiantly at him.

He is angry. You see it in his eyes. For some strange reason, instead of throwing you against the wall, he decides to close his eyes and take a few calming breaths.

And the part of you that still cares about him reminds you that he never laid a finger on you. Screaming, shouting, verbal threats were options. However, he never lost his temper enough to actually try to hurt you... but maybe you should stop testing your luck after all?

"Well... I... I think he finally put something into my empty head." you shift your puzzled gaze to him. You thought Frankie and Billy would go back to fighting like vicious dogs, trying to kill each other. Apparently, things have changed more than you originally expected.

"And here I thought that no one would be able to get through your thick skull."

"I'm going to therapy." he blurts out. You frown. Well, this wasn't at all what you expected when you saw Billy again. "To… sort it all out." he says, not breaking eye contact with you.

"Well… good for you. But I assume you didn't come here just to brag about it."

Billy shakes his head and takes a step towards you, watching your reaction. You tense up, but then relax as your body subconsciously takes in the scent of his perfume, which after all reminds you of (ironically) safety.

"No. I don't. I... I'm here to ask you if..."

"Stop it. Whatever you are about to ask me, my answer is no. I don't want to have anything to do with you." you interrupt him before he makes any suggestions for you to consider. "Not after what you did to me, to Frankie, to Castles. I'm glad you're on the mend, but I don't want to know you, Russo."

"Y/N, please..." he sighs pleadingly and reaches up to cup your cheek. You grab his hand before you can feel his fingers on you in a tender gesture that so often melted your heart for him.

"DON'T... just leave. Do one damn thing for someone else's sake and just leave. Let me be as I was." you say, glaring at him and internally cursing yourself for the tremble in your voice.

Somehow you win this battle of hurt glances because the next thing you hear in the room after his heavy breathing is the door slamming as he leaves. You are left alone. You're shaking with the emotions that are flowing through you now. You put your hand to your mouth and cried quietly.

Billy fucking Russo always had to come and mess up your life like a damn master.

And right before your eyes I'm breaking, no past No reasons why Just you and me

You come back from your shift at the hospital to find Frankie sitting outside your apartment door.

"One more such trip to the past, and I swear I will take a dog from the shelter and threaten you with it. What do you want, Frank?" you ask, crossing your arms and glaring at the Punisher.

"Nice to see you too, Doc. Have you finally learned how to sew people up, or are you still torturing them?" he asks with a mischievous smile, standing up and walking over to you.

"It was only once in Afghanistan, and in my defence, you were squirming like a dog in a nettle. Besides, it's not my fault you fell on knives because you stumbled like an idiot after the action was over."

The man laughs and pulls you into a hug. "It's been too long. Too bad you fucking ran away from Russo all the way here, I hate coming back to this town. By the way, Maria and kids missed you too."

"I spoke to them just yesterday on Skype. Besides, somehow this distance doesn't stop you from harassing me. And not only you. Billy was here two weeks ago." you say, leading him into your apartment. You give him a stern look as he walk inside. He rolls his eyes at me but bends down and takes off his shoes before walking further in.

"I thought so. He's been looking like shit for two weeks. I'm sure he now consists of 70 percent alcohol. Lisa wondered if his corpse on the couch was starting to decompose enough for Maria to let her perform an autopsy on him." you smile at the mention of your goddaughter. That's your little girl.

"If you tell me you're here to stand up for him, I'll kick you out of my apartment. The idea of letting him be part of your family again after all this shit he has done is sick. You're a fucked-up man, Frankie."

"Y/N, it's not what it looks like."

"Frank damn it, he almost helped kill your family! If I hadn't let Maria talk me into going with you that damn morning to the Central Park and forgave him after seeing those fucking eyes of a broken puppy, he probably wouldn't have lifted a finger to save Maria, kids and you!"

"I thought so too, so I shattered up his face, and we did a lot of shitty, sick things to each other, but believe me, it's not that simple. This fucking mess around us... is partly his fault, but not in the way we first assumed. He's still my brother… he's still our Bill."

You sigh, running a hand through your hair. You were fed up with it all. All this drama that's going on around Russo. Sometimes I wonder if it wouldn't have been better if they'd never called you in to stitch up that damn Marine and you'd never met him...

"I don't care, Frank. He hurt you. For money. He can go and keep selling himself like a whore." you say bitterly and walk past the man standing in the middle of your living room. You go to the bar and pour yourself a glass of something stronger.

"You can't be serious."

"I fucking am, Castle." you reply dispassionately, drinking the alcohol in a gulp. You pour yourself another glass and sit on the couch, watching the conflicted man in front of you.

"Come on. It's you and Billy. You always came back to each other. After every shit, big fight and breakup. Like a damn Ross and Rachel."

"For the last time I'm telling you, stop fucking watching Friends with Lisa and Maria, it's our show. Besides, this isn't damn Friends or any soap opera, Frankie. Billy fucked up. Ultimately. Nothing will change that, so just fuck off or accept it. God! You're taking our breakup worse than that cold bastard." you laugh bitterly and finish your glass. You set it down on the coffee table with a bang and run a hand through your hair. No. You won't get drunk again because of that damn asshole.

"Bullshit. He's a mess… I've never seen him like this."

"Do I look like I care?" you ask him, raising an eyebrow defiantly.

"You fucking liar, you couldn't stop loving him overnights."

You don't answer right away. He was right. You couldn't stop loving someone who was so deeply embedded in your soul, who saw all of you and became a part of your heart so easily... but loving Billy hurt you more than staying away from him. And for once in your life, you just want to feel at peace and be somewhat happy. Even without Bill by your side.

"If you want something, you better fucking say it or get the hell out." you say, not looking at him as your attention is drawn to your hands instead of the man standing in front of you.

He sighs, tightening his grip on the chair. You see his white knuckles, and for a moment, you think he's going to break the back of the chair. He sighs suddenly and relaxes his muscles, staring at you with a less angry look.

"I need your help."

This is the last time I'm asking you this Put my name at the top of your list This is the last time I'm asking you why You break my heart in the blink of an eye (Eye, eye)

You imagined your reunion with everyone a little worse. Maria and the kids were in a safe house outside the city, but it was nice to meet the rest of your old friends (in the case of the murder of the last of Rawllins' men, but hey, people talk about different things, right?) And it was really nice... until Billy returned to the apartment.

As soon as his dark-brown irises met yours, an unpleasant, awkward silence fell in the living room. You felt not only his gaze but also the curious gazes of the others as they glanced between the two of you.

"What the hell is she doing here?" he asks, shooting an angry, betrayed look at Frankie.

"Don't worry. I'll be gone as soon as I make sure the Castles are out of any danger. I don't really feel like seeing your face too." you say, giving him a defiant look. You turn your head away from him and towards Micro as quickly as you can.

Billy had dark circles under his eyes, a paler face than usual, and obvious signs of sleep deprivation. You'd care if he was more than just a piece of trash who betrayed people close to him. Yet you still cared.

However, the man does not give up easily. He walks over to you, stands in front of you, and takes your chin in his hand to make you look at him. If you didn't know better, you'd think you saw pain in that son of a bitch's eyes.

"You don't have to look at me from the hiding place where we put Maria and the kids, so get your pretty ass out of here and don't cause us any more troubles than we already have."

"How dare you talk about them after what you did?!" you growl at him in anger, pushing his hand away and standing up to face him. "All the trouble we're having is because you're a selling-out motherfucker who betrayed the only people in this world who fucking cared about you!"

Billy clenches his fists and takes a step towards you, leaning towards you. You both breathe quickly, shooting each other hostile glances, waiting to see who will break away and attack first. The tension in the room is so great that you can almost feel sparks flying between you. Frank quickly steps between the two of you, gives Billy a stern look and turns to face you.

"Save the lovers' quarrel and make-up sex for later, okay? Billy, Y/N is coming with us. Y/N, you're not trying to kill Billy until we do what we have to do, and it's best not to argue with him at all. Same with you, Bill. Can you do it, or are you resentful young brats who will be at each other's throats after a breakup?" he says, looking between you two. You huff, crossing your arms and staring at Castle.

"And since when did you become such a responsible asshole, Frankie?" you ask mockingly, raising an eyebrow in question.

"Since we've been planning a glorious murder at those, who tried to kill my family." you sigh and nod. He is right. Killing these bastards is your priority. You can't let your feelings for that asshole who still manages to get under your skin somehow complicate your already difficult mission.

"Fine. Just keep him away from me." you growl in anger and walk past Billy, elbowing him as you go to get ready for your 'mission' with the boys.

And if you looked over your shoulder, you would see a dark brown irises staring longingly at your retreat towards the armoury silhouette.

You find yourself at my door And just like all those times before You wear your best apology But I was there to watch you leave And all the times I let you in Just for you to go again Disappear when you come back Everything is better

A ring at your door at 2 a.m. should make you suspicious.

You should pretend to sleep and finish studying for the last exam that separates you from your desired diploma. You promised yourself that after completing your specialisation, you would leave the army and move to a state hospital. You were fed up with gunshots all around you. For now, you were well on your way to shedding your soldier's uniform and permanently donning a doctor's coat.

You were one exam away from your dreams... and one Billy goddamn Russo who was standing outside your door.

Before you could close it in his face, the man stuck his shoe between the door and the frame. You curse under your breath and open them again to meet this hot damn asshole on your doorstep.

"You shouldn't open the door at this hour without checking who's behind it." he starts, resting his hand on the door as if to make sure you won't shut it in his face again. Only now do you notice his bag slung over his shoulder. He must have come here straight from the airport as soon as he landed.

"A lesson for the future. What do you want?" you ask dryly, crossing your arms. He looks at you tiredly and sighs. The hand that isn't holding the door is combing through his hair. Dog tags hang from his neck as he bows his head slightly before looking back into your eyes.

"Please... I just want to talk." he pleads, wearing his best apologetic, kicked puppy look.

"We have nothing to talk about. Can you let go of my door now? I have an important exam tomorrow; I need to get some sleep." he smiles slightly. Reluctantly, you feel your chest warm up at that damn cute smile.

"Knowing you, honey, you probably weren't even going to go to sleep, just keep revising the material."

"What are you doing here? There were no more sheets of paper in Afghanistan? The poor postman used to come here with a bag full of letters from you. I felt bad sending them back just because of him."

"So… you haven't read any?" he asks, swallowing and staring at you with those damn eyes you would kill for someday.

"Why? I broke up with you before I left the unit. I was just your sexy doctor, right? Or maybe I'm distorting your words? I'm almost sure that's what you called me while bragging to your colleagues in the unit that you fucked the coldest and most unapproachable bitch from the base."

"These same colleagues saw me rage and fall apart as I was getting my letters back from you. I was the one of us, who was there to watch you leave." he responds to your accusations, and the pain in his eyes almost convinces you to throw yourself into his arms. But luckily, you remember the nights you spent crying because of the asshole in front of you.

"And I was the one who overheard that everything between us was some kind of fucking adventure for the time being until you get to another woman." you growl angrily, trying to slam the door on him, but his hand on it prevents you from doing so. He pushes himself inside your apartment and pins you to the wall, closing the door behind him with a loud bang. Loud enough to have your neighbours hear that.

"It's not true… what was between us… it was the only real thing I ever had in my damn life." he says with a shaky voice and you see tears forming in his eyes. "Neither of us expected what was between us to turn into something more than a few-month fling, but here I am, flitting around without you like a moth searching for the fucking light after spending years in the darkness, which was my life without you. I care about you. More than anything. More than I want to admit, more than I would like. That damn much that I would travel halfway around the world for you, I will grovel at your feet just to be fucking close to you."

You let your tears flow freely as you listened to his confession. You know what the man in front of you has been through—what demons of his past pursued him at every turn. And maybe it's his words; maybe it's those damn, tearful eyes that allowed you to see his vulnerability, hidden for so many years; or maybe you just can't live without him either...

Anyway, you grab his dog tags and pull him towards you for a passionate, tearful kiss as both of you realise one terryfing truth... You need each other.

"This is the last time, Russo." you whisper against his lips as he guides you towards your bedroom, stripping you of your clothes.

And right before your eyes I'm aching, run fast Nowhere to hide Just you and me

"What the fuck are you thinking you are doing?" you ask him angrily as he drags you by your elbow away from the shooting.

Things have gone a bit south. Frank didn't anticipate how much support the group we were supposed to kill would get, and now they cut off your group, and now you were forced to work with Billy to get out of here and kill the people you had to. A very mad Billy Russo in his stupid mask.

"I'm saving your ass. Stay here. I'll take care of the rest." he says, letting go of your elbow as he looks around the room.

"There's no fucking option. You won't play my hero, Russo." you say, and reload your gun.

"You won't distract me. You're staying here. End of discussion." he walks up to you and tries to grab the gun out of your hand. You struggle with him and use the grip he taught you to push him away. After a while, you aim your gun at him. You see a hint of fear in his eyes. You shoot, killing the guy standing in the doorway behind him.

"I'm not you. I don't kill my people." you growl at him in anger and move past him to drag the dead man inside and close the door. Billy is grateful for his mask... at least you can't see his shocked, pained expression.

He pulls up a chair and starts rummaging through the flap of the ventilation duct. During this time, you take the gun and bullets from the corpse.

"I would never kill the Castles." he says, not looking at you as he continues to open the vent. "They are my family... just like you."

"You haven't been my family for a long time." you snort at his seemingly tender words. You shiver when he suddenly jumps from the chair and pins you to the wall. Even from behind his mask, you can see how hurt and furious he is.

He holds your arms tightly, almost in a bruising embrace, as he whispers from under his mask so quietly that you can barely hear his words and his voice shaking with emotion.

"Everything... I've ever done... I've done for you. For us."

"There are no us, Russo." You growl in anger and push his arms off of you. You go to the air vent, but he grabs you by the waist and pulls you towards him. You fight him, even going so far as to rip off his mask, but he still holds you in a tight hug, staring into your eyes.

"I fucking love you; do you understand?! With my entire pathetic existence. I know that now you only see me as a monster and that my face is disgusting, but I can't... I can't lose you. Not you. I can endure everything—insults, your hatred... just... please... please don't leave me." he whispers desperately, cupping your cheek in one hand and resting his forehead against yours. You close your eyes, feeling tears welling up in them. You can't count how many times you cried because of that bastard in front of you.

"You think I care about your scars? I don't give a damn about them. What's keeping me away from you is your ugly inside, Russo. You don't care about anyone suffering as long as you profit from it. I'm disgusted by your personality and by the fact that you were willing to sell out your best friend's family and all the people who cared about you for goddamn money and fame. And I hate you, because somehow, even after all you've done, I still care about your damn ass."

His thumb strokes your cheek tenderly as you let him kiss the tears off your face as you almost fell apart in his hands, which you've missed for so long.

“Y/N, my heart, I swear I would never, ever hurt them. You have to believe me. I wouldn't risk what we have… I wouldn't risk losing you after having no one to care about for my whole messed-up life.”

And you're inclined to believe him. You are willing to forget everything and just accept him back. But then you hear a faint beeping sound. You both freeze, staring at each other.

Billy works fast. Too fast for you. He pushes you into the vent and closes the hatch behind you before you can do anything. After a moment, a quiet explosion echoes from the room below you, masking your frantic scream of his name.

This is the last time I'm asking you this Put my name at the top of your list This is the last time I'm asking you why You break my heart in the blink of an eye (Eye, eye)

Billy was not a good man. He knew it. He had no reason. Life never spoiled him, and everything he worked for he had to tear out with his nails. He had no reason to be good. But what he was about to allow now would seal who he was forever. There would be no turning back. And he knew it the moment he joined Castles in the Central Park.

He actually had nothing to lose. Y/N left him, and it would only be a matter of time before Frank would turn on him. He would be alone again. At least he would have guaranteed his future... however empty it might be. But he always believed that it was better to be depressed in an expensive sports car than anywhere else.

At least that's what he thought until he saw Y/N again, for the first time since their next big (this time final, which he deeply believed) breakup. And God, she was beautiful. More beautiful than ever.

She was wearing that little black floral dress that he loved, and she was joking about something with little Lisa as she dragged her through Central Park and the stands. Little Castle led her towards him.

Quiet: "Don't fuck it up, Uncle Bill." came from Frank Jr.'s mouth, before the kid disappeared, likely going to his father, who was probably already watching him. A young boy had to stop using such words. Maria would have his and Frank's heads for it.

Billy's eyes met yours. He gulped, watching as you walked up to him, and Lisa disappeared, probably going to the hideout where her parents were, watching him and Y/N. He clears his throat as you stand in front of him and gives you one of his practiced smirks... though he doubts he's acting as confident as he should be.

"Hi." he says quietly, staring at your face. His stupid heart beats like crazy as he completely forgot everything that wasn't you.

"Hi." you reply, playing with one of the rings on your finger—a nervous habit that he has despised since he felt the need to put HIS ring on you that you can play with and twirl on your finger when you feel insecure. "It was a long time."

"Indeed." he agrees and puts his hands in his pockets, trying to appear nonchalant. "You look beautiful, how are you?" he asks, as if he didn't have people positioned around you, to keep you safe and out of his troubles... the daily update about your life was the only thing that kept him from losing his mind after... losing you.

"All right. I got this job at the hospital." he knows. He himself made a transfer to the account of the hospital's head so that he would employ you there. Still, a smile appears on his face at the excitement in your eyes.

"I told you it was only a matter of time. You are the best surgeon in the USA."

"Well, I doubt Frank would agree with that." you laugh, and he can't help but join you. Frank was your test subject. A very grumpy test subject. Billy could never complain about being a little too strict or stitching it up too quickly at your beginnings. You were just perfect in his eyes.

"Don't listen to him, he is just a brat." he says, nudging your shoulder gently with his. And suddenly, you both stare at each other. You both linger on the other's lips for a moment longer.

"I missed you, Bill." you admit and his heart starts beating wildly.

He swallowed. No. He can't drag you into his shit. You would be better off without him... but as you stood in front of him, looking at him with those beautiful eyes of yours that he would do anything for, he knew he had lost. And much sooner than he realised it.

He pulls you into his embrace. And when you wrap your arms around him, when you snuggle into his chest, and he inhales your scent, burying his nose in your hair, he knows he's home. He knows that he wants to feel this way forever and that life without you simply makes no sense to him anymore. And if he were anyone else, if he hadn't gone through all this shit in his life, he would have cried right there.

Instead, he pulls you closer to his chest, almost digging his fingers into your back, and whispers softly, his eyes closed tightly:

"This is the last time, I won't hurt you anymore." he kisses your head, sealing his promise. He will burn the world for you. And nothing will stop him.

And as you sit next to him on the bench, across from the Castles, who are teasing you about how you two can't live without each other, he just smiles and texts his people to call off the action. Unbeknownst to you all, he declares war on Rollins, writing to him: "No one hurts my family. That's the end of the deal."

This is the last time you tell me I've got it wrong This is the last time I say it's been you all along This is the last time I let you in my door This is the last time, I won't hurt you anymore Oh-ho, oh-ho, oh-ho, oh-ho Oh-ho, oh-ho, oh-ho, oh-ho

You've been holding his hand since you returned to the Castles' house after his doctors examined him and patched him up. They didn't let you get to him. Something about an emotional attachment would cloud your judgement as a doctor. Stupid bullshit, but there was nothing you could do against Frank's strong grip as he held you in the hallway until you were allowed to carry him home. You're sure Castle had scratches from your nails when you tried to get away to go to Billy.

You shiver when Frank suddenly enters the room and hands you cup of tea. You take it from him without a word with one hand, and with the other, you still hold Billy, waiting for him to wake up. Frank snorts and sits down in the chair next to you, watching you closely.

"He'll get through this. Fortunately, he didn't set himself on fire, he just crashed into the opposite wall." you shiver, ignoring his words as you sip your tea. "Although I doubt he'll have any luck next time if you dump him again. Who knows what he'll do next time just for you to hold his hand."

"What the hell are you talking about?" you ask angrily, shifting your outraged gaze to him. He just shrugs.

"Do you think he let me give him those scars just like that? This is some form of his twisted compensation or punishment. The fact that he was hoping you would magically come get him and patch him up only encouraged him more to stay still as I smashed his face."

"You're fucked up. Both of you. No normal people would come back to being friends after something like that."

"We're all fucked up. Me, because I still see him as a brother. He, because he still wants to be part of my family. And you, who love him despite everything, but leave him at every possible opportunity." you turn your gaze away from him to Billy. He is right. And that hurts the most.

"Every time I promise myself it will be the last time. That I will never go back to him. That this is the last time he breaks my heart without even blinking. One last time I let him back into my life, but I… I just can't, Frankie… I can't leave him, no matter how much he destroys me."

"He thinks he's not worthy of you. That you deserve better." you huff bitterly, shaking your head, trying to fight away the tears.

"There is nothing for me apart from him." you whisper, staring blankly at your linked hands with Billy's. "Not after everything I've been through with him."

"Then stick with it. It's better to be fucked up together." you are laughing. It's not that simple, it never was… or maybe it was you who didn't want to make it such a simple thing.

"You should go to Maria and the kids." you say, wanting to get rid of him. You don't know what you feel. All you know is that you won't leave this room until those dark brown irises look back at you again.

"Will you stay with him?" he asks, and from the heavy atmosphere in the room, you feel like this question means more. He asks if you will stay forever. You lift your hand and gently run through Billy's short hair, observing what happened to him after the two of you were apart... and in fact, you weren't holding up any better than he was.

"Yes... yes I will." you whisper, never taking your eyes off his face. And you feel like something heavy has fallen off your chest. Months of crying, anxiety and apathy passed with the snap of a finger.

"I want to be godfather to your first. And for him to have Frankie as his second name if it's a boy."

"Fuck you, Castle." you say and throw a spare pillow at him. The man laughs as he leaves. He closes the door behind him and you look at the unconscious Billy.

"This is the last time, Russo. I mean that. Don't fuck it up." you whisper and kiss your joined hands.

This is the last time I'm asking you this Put my name at the top of your list This is the last time I'm asking you why You break my heart in the blink of an eye This is the last time I'm asking you this (This is the last time I'm asking you this) Put my name at the top of your list (Put my name at the top of your list) This is the last time I'm asking you why (This is the last time I'm asking you why) You break my heart in the blink of an eye (You break my heart) This is the last time I'm asking you, last time I'm asking you Last time I'm asking you this This is the last time I'm asking you, last time I'm asking you Last time I'm asking you this

The gentle brushing of your hair is the first thing you feel when you wake up. Another is his tight grip on your hands, as if he's afraid you're just a product of his head high on painkillers. You raise your head slowly. His hand slips from your hair and rests hesitantly on your cheek.

"Hello." he whispers, staring at you. And for a moment, you just stay like that, each drinking in the sight of the other.

And your heart breaks when you see him waiting for the moment when you start screaming at him, when you take away the closeness he missed so much.

So against your better judgement and what you should do, you lean in and kiss him sweetly, cupping his cheek in your hand. You caress one of his worst scars with the pad of your thumb as he responds to your kiss. His hands stay stiffly in place as he's afraid to move, lest he disturb this moment between you, to feel your lips as long as possible.

You pull away from him and rest your forehead against his. You close your eyes, catching your breath. You feel his burning, confused gaze on you, but you don't move. You don't say anything. You just sit there, enjoying his touch and his closeness, not thinking about the conversation you need to have.

"I missed… I missed this." he whispers shakily. You feel him burning with the desire to taste your lips one more time, but he maintains some semblance of control and settles for just moving the hand that isn't cupping your cheek to your waist.

"Me too."

"I know I screwed up. But… I will never… never again…" you kiss him again, interrupting him. You brush away the tears that fall down his cheek with your thumbs and gently brush your nose against his as you end your kiss.

"Shhh... I know." you whisper, straddling him, needing to feel him as close to you as possible after everything that happened. You were both shattered, but maybe you could put each other back together?

"Are you sure?" he asks, swallowing. You nod and bury your face in the crook of his neck, breathing in his scent. He strokes your back slowly, drawing patterns with his fingertips under your blouse. You shiver at the feeling of his touch on your skin.

"This is the last time, Russo. Either we succeed or... it's over. And I mean it. There will be no great quarrels and returns, no appearances on the doorstep of the other at midnight. We'll either be honest with each other... and make it work... or we won't be together at all. You understand? We're at the top of each other's lists, or not at all. I don't want anything less, any toxic love, any blaming each other, and all that bullshit. We take each other and try to do something with us, or we end it."

He nods and pulls you closer to him, digging his fingers into your back, anchoring you to his chest.

"Deal. I hope you know, you just stuck with me forever, because I'm not leaving you." you lift yourself gently from his chest to look at him. Your eyes water as your eyes meet and for the first time in a long time, you allow yourself to fully express your feelings to him.

"Just... don't make me ask you this again... don't hurt me. Please."

Billy pulls you into a tender kiss, showing you all the love and devotion he has for you. Trying with your actions to ensure that this time will be different, that you will never suffer because of him again, that you will never run away from each other again, that you will never watch the other one leave again.

"I'm nothing without you. Trust me. I tried to live without you and look how it ended." he jokes, and in any other situation you wouldn't find it funny, but now, fueled by the high of being with him again, you giggle stupidly into his neck. Billy smiles fondly and strokes your hair, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

"Break my heart again, and it will end worse for you. I have connections in the mortuary, Russo." he huffs, undeterred, and pulls you closer.

"Please. As if you didn't fly across two states just to stitch my face together because you didn't believe in the competence of the doctors at the hospital." you blush as you realizes that he knew about your moment of weakness after you found out what happened to him after his fight with Frank.

"How did you know?"

"I'd know your stitches anywhere." he says with a shrug and pulls you in for a kiss.

Maybe this really was the last time after all… and this time you will stitch the scattered pieces of both of you together for good.

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Earth Nine Oneshot

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I arrive at basic training for the Marines. The day I get there is 4/6/3/1993 Fresh out of Hogwarts, I'm 18 years old and was scouted out by a few government agents due to some experiments that were performed on me when I was young. They sent a fellow military trainee named Billy Russo to keep an eye on me and make sure that I took the offer they gave. 

I step out of the vehicle that I was transported here in from the airport. Russo is following close behind as we walk to the barracks on base. 

"Did you actually know who you were looking for, Russo? Or did you just guess at it?"I ask as we walk. 

"I knew. They gave me a full profile because they wanted to be sure that they really got you and that you weren't hiding out or faking. Did they run tests yet?"

"No. Just the longest interview I've ever had to do and the most personal one."

"Hopefully you're used to being poked and prodded then because you'll be dealing with quite a lot of that tonight."

"Why be honest with me though? You're probably safer if you don't. You could've just told me it was some chance meeting. Acted like you didn't know who I was or something."

"Yeah, that sounded awful. You've had enough issues as is you don't need more of them. I read all the things they found out about you. Your mom dying when you were hardly two months old, being left on the street as an infant, being kidnapped and genetically engineered until age ten, being adopted and taken in by wizards. Must've turned your whole world around."

"Oh it did. How'd you know I was kidnapped though?"

"Because apparently our boss knows a lot about the guy who did it though they haven't been able to catch him yet. Apparently he's known for genetically fucking people over."

"Wow. So he's been stalking me. Great selling point."

"You have abilities that others don't and the people we work for now think it could help with whatever they're trying to do. So they just want to make sure you're who they think you are. And that you can actually do what they're hoping for. Hopefully it just means some quick tests and extensive training. I don't want anything further that could endanger you."

"I'm sure you're getting tired of my questioning you but, why did that come off as 'in danger' to you?"

"I guarantee you can handle yourself. I met your mom. But I just don't want anyone else doing worse to you than has already been done. You've had one hell of a life. I just don't want to make it any harder if it can be avoided is all."

"Sounds like you've had a shit life too."

"Yeah, but I'm not explaining that."

"Fair. Probably smart too."

"They only do background checks on those with such... unique problems. Mine probably are nothing of interest to anyone but me."

"Unique? Sounds like I'm not the only one with my issues."

"Oh believe me, you're unique. How many blood tests have you had since you were born?"

"Like a million. Why?"

"Exactly. If you weren't unique, they wouldn't test you like that. They would've known that it worked and moved on. It's not a routine procedure if they have to keep testing it to make sure each and every awful thing they did to you actually worked. It was an experimental thing. They wanted to know what you could take even if you died doing it. Luckily they got their creepy ass order right because you're still alive and you're doing just fine. Apparently fine enough to be a soldier."

"You could not have read all of that."

"We have the results of every test they ever did to confirm things."

"Like what?"

"Like the fact that your original parents were demons that's why your last name is Morningstar. And why you were instructed not to use it because if it ever came up on your ID you'd be cast aside and put in an asylum for the rest of your life whether you could control it or not."

"I knew that part. Sarge explained it to me. What else?"

"Well, you're related to more deities than humans as far as we know. The tests they did weren't extensive enough to find out everyone those experiments effected. You also use magic, but you knew that part. That magic extends much further than just the spells you were taught in school and the kinds of magic that you were told about. You also have superhuman abilities that haven't been explored nearly enough to tell what all of them are. There's a lot of them that we hadn't heard of before your case."

"Wow, you sound like you know more than they wanted you to."

"I saw the blood tests and didn't want to be completely oblivious to what was going on."

"At least you're smart."

We make it to the barracks and are immediately met at the door by the sergeant and doctor that I talked to upon signing my contract for the military. 

"You won't be joining the other soldiers just yet."the doctor says.

"May I ask why?"I reply.

"There's still some processing needed before we can determine your starting place."

"What does that entail?"

"It'll all be explained later. Just not here."

"Fine."

"Russo, you're dismissed."Sergeant Orange says.

"I apologize if it's considered disrespect, sir, but he's not going anywhere if I'm not next to him. I was told to overlook everything that happens regarding him and I'll do it. That part isn't optional. I go with or I will drive him back to England myself."Russo replies firmly, crossing his arms over his chest.

"And who assigned this?"

"Schoonover did, sir."

"I suppose I can't undermine that then. But if you're out of line even once or if you're preventing any of us from doing our jobs, you'll be removed and put on patrol for the rest of the week, reports only."

"Understood sir."

Russo and I follow our two superiors to a chopper which takes us to the only normal looking building on the whole base. We go inside to find a decked out hospital room. I look around me, trying to ignore the itching feeling that something's wrong about this that's sitting in the back of my mind.

"The tests we're running are only to confirm and extend our knowledge of what you went through. You'll see the results and the whole process so that you can refuse at any time."the doctor explains. 

"I don't know that I will refuse. I remember too much of what happened to just not want to know exactly what they did."

"That's understandable, Mr. Gold."

"What's first?"

The next week is endless hours of repeated tests all testing different things including a ton of workout training. We must've written a novel just about my heritage and abilities by the end of that week. 

I get a few days off before I start basic training and in turn so does Russo since he's to be by my side regardless of what's going on at least for now. 

Russo and I are just sitting in the barracks talking.

"So when you said 'superhuman abilities', you neglected to mention that you meant almost every one ever mentioned in any superhero ever."I say before taking a sip out of my water bottle.

"Well, in my defense I thought it'd only be a few of them. Maybe some super strength or something. Not so much, everything. I guess when that lunatic saw what you could take as a little kid, he wanted to do everything he could."

I laugh. "Wouldn't you?"

"No. I wouldn't wanna accidentally kill you."

"Awe, already attached, Billy?"I tease him.

"Something like that. I just don't wanna lose my job for hating you enough to do something like that."

"Yeah, because you're so sweet."

"I'm really not. I just happen to give a shit about you."

"Wow. I must be special."

"Oh shut up."

I take another sip of my drink. Schoonover walks in here and sits on the cot beside mine.

"I apologize for not having reached out since our first meeting. I got a bit overwhelmed with work. How'd those tests go?"he asks.

"One, your demeanor changed which means you know what they found."

"Usually that tone would be insubordination."

"Why am I special then?"

"Because firing you could end worse for us than it could for you. Continue though."

"The tests were fine. I'm used to that kind of intensity for things I don't have any control over. I would advise that you find someone more attuned to administering them though because it seems that your military operation lacks the proper equipment to deal with supernatural and superhuman abilities. I understand this is the same military that curated Captain America but it doesn't seem to be far enough."

"I see you know quite a lot then."

"Yes sir."

"Have anyone in mind that you would prefer to work with?"

"No sir. I'm not the type to request that kind of information. I just happened to notice that your doctors seemed out of their element when they saw what I could do."

"And what can you do?"

"What? Expecting a showcase?"

"Only so I know what I'm dealing with on some level."

"Russo you're gonna wanna back up."

Russo gets up from where he's laying on his cot and moves to one a few feet away. I get up from where I'm sitting and take my uniform jacket off. I use magic to create two matching longswords, blades so black they could be considered nonexistent, the handles slightly curved. 

"Simple magic."Schoonover says.

"I know. Might as well start slow though."

Russo walks over and takes the blades from me, putting them in one of the crates under his cot before sitting back down on the one he'd moved to before.

"Try something with more of a kick to it."Schoonover says.

"Yes sir."

I use a spell to make a suit instead. It's a spiderman suit with a black chestplate and a dark blue hood with black lining. It already appears on my body when I make it. I shoot a web onto one of the rafters and wing from it, repeating that from one end of the barracks to the other.

"So the superhuman part was right then."Schoonover says.

"Yes sir."Ireply, taking my mask off as I sit back down.

"The tests said you could create living things as well."

"With powers you mean?"

"Yes."

"I haven't tried it but I probably can. I'll need an idea though cause it doesn't just come right off the top of my head."

"Any animal. Mythical just to see if it works."

I use magic to create a baby Gryffin egg. The egg appears in the palms of my hands and when it does, it cracks open and an infant Gryffin sits on the inside of it.

"Is it living? Like could you call it or something?"Schoonover asks.

"If it is, my mom's gonna have to come down here and get it. Or Lupin will I suppose."

"That's fine. We have contracts with them as well."

"Understood."

I slide one finger gently along the Gryffin's beak, waking it up and causing it to snap at me. I curse softly and pull my hand away, gently setting the egg on the cot beside me.

"Yes, it's awake."I say."I'll send an owl for my mom."

"Can you create other weapons than just blades?"

"Yeah."

I use magic once again, making a silver pistol appear in my hand, a magazine full of bullets already loaded in it. I set that aside as well.

"Anything else or did you just need confirmation that the creation spell worked?"I ask.

"Nothing else. I'm sure I'll learn everything else when you begin training."

"Sounds taxing."

He laughs at that and leaves once more. I write a quick letter to my mom Minerva Mcgonnogal and have an owl send it. The Gryffin I spawned climbs out of its egg and sits in my lap. It's maybe an hour later when mom arrives. 

When mom gets here she sits beside me on the cot. 

"Why would you choose a gryffin? You know they're birds. They form bonds before they're even fully removed from their shell."she asks.

"Because it's the first creature that came to mind. I though about being home and well, it sort of just happened."

"I can't take it with me. You've created a bond by touching it. I understand you're under quite a load of stress at the moment but it's important that you don't forget what you've learned."

"So I have to raise it now?"

"Yes. When you leave the military, it can stay at Hogwarts. But until then you need to take care of it."

"Could you at least send supplies and explain all that to my commander? I mean, I don't fully know what I'm doing. I don't know what to do with companions or pets seeing as I've never had one before."

"I'll still make sure that you're successful in taking care of it. I'm still your parent and your teacher. But you'll also need to learn how to take care of things on your own."

"Yes ma'am."

She leaves to talk to my commander. I pet the Gryffin's head, making it make a vague purring sound at me. 

Billy Russo, Agent Orange, Sergeant Schoonover -The Punisher (2018)

Minerva Mcgonnogal - Harry Potter

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Hello!!!

I’m Kenzie and haven’t written in so so long! In high school I wrote some fanfics on Wattpad - see derbearfeels in the app if you’re interested. I figured I’d give it a shot at writing some oneshots here.

Currently accepting requests for the following fandoms and will be writing ideas for them I have as well.

- Daryl Dixon TWD

- Bode Leone/Donovan Fire Country

- Billy Russo The Punisher

- Jim Hopper Stranger Things

- Sirius Black Harry Potter

- I can’t think of others at the moment, but just ask! Worse I can do is say no!

I will NOT write:

Non-con

Rape

Incest

Anything I feel uncomfortable writing but I will tell you so!

Please feel free to ask any questions! Like I said, I’m new to this!

Hope I get some inboxes soon!

💜 Kenzie

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KINKTOBER DAY 4: Billy Russo x Overstimulation

One More

Billy Russo x Fem!Reader

Tags: Overstimulation, P in V, Mentions of Fingering, Mentions of Oral (F recieving), Praise, Multiple Orgasms

! Smut Warning !

"Come on baby, y'gonna give me one more?" Billy crooned, a typical, playful smirk tampering with his lips as he softly - skilfully - bounced you on his cock, reeling your release nearer and nearer.

“I can’t..” You practically panted, showing a subtle, somewhat disingenuous, shake of the head, only saying what you were due to the overwhelming sensitivity of your body.

You’d cum several times already, and Billy was so unstoppably determined to anew them until you truly couldn’t take it anymore - this set to be the final one, clit swollen and cunt puffy with such hypersensitivity.

First release granted by his fingers, he’d so smoothly, so agilely, pumped his digits within the overflowing slickness of your hole, ably toying with your clit until euphoria hit.

Next, his tongue. Billy had trailed lengthy, pleasing stripes up your arousal, vigorously flicking his tongue over your clit before you were overpowered by the utter force of the orgasm, now vastly increased in over-responsiveness.

Third release brought by the combination of both of the previous, you were - much to Billy’s triumph - left incredibly sensitive.

And this was to be your fourth, tight, sopping hole so faultlessly filled by his bucking thrusts as he guided your bounces.

“You can do it baby..” He encouraged through a rich, tense groan, puppeteered by a blatantly smug grin, “Gonna cum for me again, huh?”

In a heavily untamed manner, you nodded, “Mhm..” the word floated like a mere breath, an unmistakable knot tightening inside your lower-stomach.

Cunt dripping around his length, you felt the tender convulsions of your distended clit, coil so abruptly snapping within you as bliss unwound, washing over your frame as your fourth and final orgasm hit.

Billy planted a speedy, quite lazy kiss to the severely flushed skin of your cheek, “That’s my girl, mm?”

Thank you for reading and hope you enjoyed! Please feel free to use the asks feature on my page for requests of oneshots/drabbles/blurbs etc.. would be greatly appreciated, though I will be responding to them after kinktober since i’m doing the full month! <3

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