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magicalqueennightmare · 2 years ago

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Sins & Amends Chapter 42

Billy Russo x Female Reader (60 part story)

This follows pre- the punisher into the storyline of daredevil, punisher season 1 and beyond

This is NOT Canon Billy. This is decent human being Billy left with bad options over worse decisions

This was also posted to A03 under: WaywardGaPeach. That account and this one is the only place you'll see me post this. If you see it on any other platform/account know it's not me.

Chapter Summary/Warnings: Billy breaks out the hospital and comes to you for answers about the missing gaps in his memory [NSFW. Um old feelings surface and they're acted on?]

No matter how much time passed it didn't change how often you thought about Maria and the kids or how often you thought about Billy. Most nights went by fine but sometimes you would have a bad day and you would end up crying yourself to sleep with the knowledge that Maria, Lisa and Frank Jr were dead because you were alive.

You loved Karen dearly and loved seeing Frank working towards being truly happy again. After about a year going back and forth on it he'd finally taken her up on her offer and moved in with her. He was working construction jobs under his Pete alias. Seeing the two of them together warmed your heart.

Alice and Kenzie were coming up on their one year wedding anniversary. Foggy and Marci were living together. Curtis had been with his most recent girlfriend Candance for six months and you were fairly certain the two of them were going to end up being a long haul deal. Hell even Matt was dating a u.s. marshal he'd met. Her name was Lilith and if you were being honest she was one of the coolest people you'd ever met.

You were happy or happier than you'd been in quite some time even if it probably seemed like you should be miserable surrounded by mostly couples. Yeah you could date if you wanted but it seemed like that part of your brain had shut off.

Work was good, you always had someone to hang out with if you wanted on your days off, Frank was now permanently just across town. You'd found a little peace even if you knew there was something missing.

You had a day off so you'd offered to help Curtis with the soup kitchen. "Excuse me Mr Hoyle" you teased sliding behind him with another pot of chili to add to the line. "No excuse me Miss Y/N"

Your friendship with Curtis had always been an easy one. He'd fell into a big brother position as easily as Frank had where you were concerned not to mention he was literally one of the easiest people on earth to talk to. Even when you couldn't talk to Frank you knew Curtis was a safe place.

He glanced at his phone then cut his eyes at you "isn't it about time for Madani to do another check for you?" You nodded not taking your attention off the woman in front of you as you handed her a tray of food with a smile.

Once the last person was through you turned to face Curtis "Should I let it go? I mean maybe Dumont was right. The week I stopped going he woke up the same week. Hell if he's ever cleared to leave the hospital he's facing many many years. Dinah thinks if she pushed it she could get him out the hospital sooner and into the medical ward of a prison up state. She just has to get Mahoney on board since it's technically his case. Part of me wishes he was dead.."

"But part of you wishes everything was different?" He offered when you trailed off and you ducked your head "does that make me a horrible person? After everything he's done?"

He reached a hand out to rest on your arm "No it doesn't Y/N. It just makes you human. You were with him for years. Your heart is what saved Frank more than once when you waded into shit waist deep to patch him up. Billy got himself all turned around and he's paying for it and he'll continue to pay it for. I just hope one day him and Frank can find some peace from everything that happened...you too"

"Yea maybe" you said quietly and offered him a small smile before turning to face the next line of people waiting for their food.

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You were walking home later still thinking over what Curtis had said. Maybe one day fate would see fit to let Frank and Billy both find peace. You just couldn't wrap your head around how. You would always be at odds with your own mind over what happened so you had no idea how either of them could come to terms with it.

You were so wrapped up in your thoughts you didn't hear your phone ringing until it was on the third chime. You dug it out your pocket and saw it was Dinah. "Dinah?" You answered crossing a street with a group of people to head back to your apartment.

"Y/N where are you?" Something in her voice made your stomach clench "headed home from helping Curt with the soup kitchen why?" A few seconds of silence passed before she finally said "Billy broke out the hospital"

You stopped walking in the middle of the sidewalk and barely registered the guy that shoulder checked you. "What?" "Best Mahoney can tell he had an altercation with Dumont. The uniforms on the door intervened, he knocked them both out. One has a broken nose and the other has a dislocated shoulder. Dumont has staples in her head"

"Shit" you were trying to slow your brain down enough to form a halfway coherent thought. "There's one more thing. I found a letter that Dumont tried to pass off as being from you. I think that may have set him off" "letter?" You didn't try to hide the confusion in your voice because you hadn't written Billy a letter since his last deployment years ago.

"That's what I thought. We knew something was off with her and now we have proof but we need Billy's statement to keep this from turning into another list of charges and a full fledged manhunt" you shook your head to clear your thoughts a bit then registered what she said "it's not a full manhunt yet?"

"I'm hoping if the letter set him off he'll come find you. Even with the memory loss you live in the same place you did back then right?" So she was using you as bait? You decided to not take it personally then said "and if I get him to turn himself into Mahoney" "it's gonna go a lot better for him and we can go ahead and get him into the prison up state to start serving his time"

You ran a hand over your face then looked around "How long before it hits public? I've got to keep this from Fra-Pete " "Twenty four hours" you let out a breath you hadn't realized you were holding "if I hear from him I'll do my best to get him to turn himself in" "that's all I ask" she said then hung up which was usual for a phone call between the two of you.

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The rest of the walk to your apartment you caught yourself glancing down every alley and looking at every face in the crowd even more so than you usually did.

You started to stop off at the diner to get a bite to eat but decided against it. Your stomach felt like it was one giant knot. Somewhere in the city Billy was out there. His memory was fucked up, he was apparently in a horrible state mental wise if Dumont trying to pass off something as being from you had caused such an adverse reaction.

You were worried about him but had no idea where to start looking. His memory was back to being in the marines from what Dinah had been told by one of his doctors. If he went looking for Frank he'd find an empty lot where the Castle house once stood. Curtis had moved a few times since he lost his leg and came home so Dinah was right to assume Billy would come find you.

The question lingering in your mind was how would you react? You hadn't seen him since he was still in a coma and the last time the two of you spoke was before him and Frank fought.

Did he remember Rawlins? Did he have an inclination as to everything he'd had a hand in over the last few years? You looked up and realized you'd made it home sometime while you were thinking.

You ran a hand over your face and headed inside. Maybe a hot shower would calm your nerves. At the very least it would wash off the day and maybe help you prepare mentally for whatever would come next.

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The hot shower did help your nerves slightly at least. You were still thinking about Billy and the thought was now added into the mix as to what Frank would do if he found out but you hoped maybe something would happen within the twenty four hours that he wouldn't have to.

You had changed into leggings and an old t-shirt that you honestly weren't sure who it had belonged to before it ended up in your possession. Could have been Frank's, could've been Curtis'. Didn't really matter to you, it was worn enough it was soft to the touch. You left your hair loose not having the energy to fight with it.

You walked into the kitchen and grabbed a gatorade out the fridge. You needed to attempt to eat and you had left overs from the night before but your stomach was still a bit too twisted to attempt food. Every noise in the hall was making you have to ignore the urge to check.

You flopped down onto the couch and flipped the television on more for the noise than anything. Only a few hours had passed since Dinah called so who knew maybe he'd turned himself in?

You had almost dozed off when you heard an almost tentative knock at your door. You sat up blinking a few times because you honestly weren't sure if you'd dreamed it or not. Before you could convince yourself it was nothing you heard it again.

You glanced at the time and saw it just a little after nine. Could be literally anyone from Karen to Alice to Curtis. Hell a few of the female vets had dropped by your place before so it could be one of them. You untangled yourself from the blanket you'd wrapped up in and padded across the floor smoothing a hand over your hair. "I'm coming!" You called so whoever wouldn't leave thinking you weren't home.

You leaned up to look out the peephole but only saw someone with a hoodie pulled up over their eyes. Your heart did a flip when you realized your gun was in the bedroom so you reached for the Louisville slugger Frank had long since stashed behind the door with your umbrellas.

You gripped the bat loosely and unlocked just the handle and deadbolt. The chain was reinforced it had been one of Frank's busy projects before he found work so you trusted it to hold. You slowly opened the door and barely registered the sound of the bat hitting the floor when your gaze finally met the dark brown eyes staring back at you.

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"Y/N can I come in?" You nodded then closed the door long enough to unlock the chain and bent to pick up the bat before opening the door fully and stepping aside to let him in. He eyed it and you cautiously as he crossed the threshold and let his lips perk up in the barest hint of a smile "I know I look rough sweetheart but are you gonna bash my head in to add to it?"

You let your eyes skim across the scars littering his face. The worst was on his right cheek where large shards of glass had been embedded when you'd made it to his side. Frank had done a number on him and no matter how much your brain screamed he deserved it, your heart wanted to reach out and trace every new line on that face that was still just as capable of making your heart jump from being this close to him.

You looked blankly at the bat and shrugged "I don't plan to" you motioned towards the couch and he slowly headed that way so you shut the door then replaced the bat with the umbrellas then turned to face him.

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You took a deep breath then pushed off from the door not missing the flinch he gave at the simple movement. If he was this on edge being here in your apartment how the hell had he managed in the city?

"Billy?" You finally spoke and his eyes closed at your voice so you moved closer to him and sat gently on the edge of the couch leaving a cushion between the two of you. He slowly raised his face up to look at you and it shocked you to see tears in his eyes "Billy why did you break out the hospital?"

He pushed the hood back from his face and seeing his hair cut that close to his scalp was like a punch in the gut. He looked closer to how he had when he first met you so long ago. "My head..Y/N it's all messed. I don't remember shit I should. I um..why didn't you ever come back? The first thing I saw when I woke up was you walking out the room door. I wanted to see you but Doctor Dumont said you never came back" his face curled up in a sneer of disgust at her name and you made a mental note to find out exactly what the hell she'd done to him.

Hearing that he woke up to see you leaving and you'd never known was like a punch to the gut. "Billy.. I didn't know. Please believe me I came once a week when you first got hurt but she barred me from coming back. She threatened to get a restraining order and that would've fucked me up with work. I had someone getting updates on you but that was the best I could do" you took a shaky breath and he nodded "Madani? She was there because of you?"

"She owed me" you admitted easily and saw the confusion in his eyes "I hurt you didn't I?" He asked after a moment keeping his gaze glued to his hands.

"I wouldn't even know where to start" you all but whispered and felt more than heard him move. His hand was hovering close to your cheek and you realized he'd started to push the hair behind your shoulder but stopped himself at the last moment "I know you won't lie to me so please just tell me everything. I want to know. I have to know"

You leaned forward just enough to let your face brush against his hand. You knew allowing yourself even such an innocent touch was a bad idea but you couldn't help it. Here like this? He was your Billy again.

You took a deep breath then pulled away from him so he would let his hand fall back to his lap "I'll start at the earliest thing I know and work my way through"

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By the time you got to his involvement with Maria, Frank Jr and Lisa's deaths Billy's hands were shaking. Without thinking twice you covered his hands with your own. The surprise on his face was easy to see "You've got to turn me in. I won't run or fight them. I wanted to see you. I wanted answers. I got both"

"Why would you be willing to go back? You told me what it was like" your voice tried to break but you managed to steady it. Billy snatched his hands away from you and stood pacing across the floor twice before stopping a few feet from where you still sat on the edge of the couch "I deserve to be dead. I've done horrible things and if they were to find out I was here and you didn't call? I can't, I won't do that to you"

You got to your feet and approached him slowly, very aware of how much he looked like a wounded animal in that moment "Billy can you do me a favor? Just one thing" he nodded twice before finding his voice "anything you want"

"Can you hold me in your arms please? I just need to know what we had was real. That you actually felt the same way about me" your voice did break then and it only took him half a second to cover the area separating the two of you.

He pulled you into his arms and you let yourself melt against his chest even if you knew you shouldn't.

"Listen to me Y/N. I have been in love with you for years. There is nothing on this earth that would ever change that. I will never stop loving you. Before I could even talk again I heard your voice. Screaming at me to hold on. You pulled me out of that dark don't ever think I don't love you"

"Even through everything I couldn't make myself stop loving you" you admitted then pulled back to look up at him and you weren't sure what came over you but you leaned up on your tip toes to press a kiss to his lips. It was supposed to be a goodbye, nothing more but the moment your lips met it was that same raw energy that had filled every kiss between the two of you.

He deepened the kiss pulling you closer to him as a light moan fell from your lips. "Billy" he pulled back from you suddenly breaking the kiss and resting his forehead against yours "God I've missed you"

You stepped back closer to him and looked up into his eyes then pulled him down for another kiss but this time he didn't break it. You felt his hands move down your back until they cupped your thighs and he was lifting you into his arms.

You felt a bit light headed and weren't sure if it was from kissing him or just your brain trying to remind you how bad of an idea this was. You wrapped your legs around his waist and broke the kiss long enough to ask "do you remember where my bedroom is?" "I think I can manage" he answered with a smirk before capturing your lips again.

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Billy put you down gently to your feet as soon as he crossed into your bedroom. His hands slipped under your shirt and you couldn't help but notice how they shook slightly. You stepped back from him and let your eyes skim across his face "Billy if you don't want to do this we can stop"

He shook his head as he watched you just as hungry as every time the two of you had ever been together "I just don't understand. Why don't I disgust you? My face. What I've done" you stepped back closer to him and tentatively reached to push the hoodie off his shoulders and smiled when he let you "Your scars don't bother me. As a matter of fact you're still unfairly good looking"

His hands went to your hips when you reached for the hem of his shirt he nodded so you pulled it up and over his head allowing your hands to trail across the smooth expanse of his stomach taking special care to run your fingers across the new scars he'd gotten that night. "As for what you've done. A lot of it was to protect me. You're paying for it and you'll still be paying for it. None of that changes the fact that I love you"

He leaned down to let his lips meet yours in a probing kiss and when you gladly opened your lips to let his tongue slide into your mouth he groaned against you. "You're the best thing that ever happened to me" he murmured letting his lips trail down your neck savoring every sigh and moan he was able to pull from you.

"Billy please" you managed between gasps and he arched an eyebrow "Please what?" You stepped back from him and pulled your shirt and sports bra over your head in one fluid motion then smiled at him "Please touch me"

He walked forward forcing you backwards until your legs hit the mattress. He gently pushed you down on your back and made quick work of the boots he had on before climbing up over your body. "Here?" He asked before kissing your hip bone and smirking against you when your hips bucked up. "Or here?" He asked leaving a trail of open mouth kisses across your ribcage.

When his mouth closed around the nipple of your left breast while his fingers found the right a moan left your lips that pulled a groan from him. "Oh my god Billy" you felt more than heard him chuckle before he started back down your body kissing and touching every inch he could.

When he got to the waistband of your leggings he looked back up at you and that alone was nearly enough to make you come undone "I love you Y/N" "I love you too Billy" that seemed to be the push he needed because he pulled your leggings off and threw them somewhere behind him. Any other person on earth you would've left too exposed but the way he looked at you made you feel like the only woman on earth.

He lowered his mouth to your core and the first lick was slow like he was trying to memorize how you tasted on his tongue. A low moan left you and you reached for his hair which you were so used to grabbing in this position it was a shock to remember how short his hair was now.

He added first one finger then another in with his tongue and you felt that familiar building in your stomach. His name fell from your lips somewhere between a curse and a prayer as he sucked on your clit while his fingers worked to push you over the edge. "Billy" you moaned before your orgasm washed over you leaving your vision slightly fuzzy at the edges.

When you finally came down enough to open your eyes fully Billy was leaning over you with a gentle smile on his face "Apparently I haven't forgotten everything" you gave a weak laugh "I should say not" you glanced down and saw he still had his pants on "You're over dressed Russo. Get naked and get inside me" "Yes ma'am" he responded with a wink.

He stood off the bed long enough to push his pants down to the floor then was back on top of you. His weight was so familiar that you felt yourself trying to clench just having him this close. He tilted your chin up to his and kissed you sloppily allowing you to taste yourself on him while his other hand lined himself up with your opening.

He slowly slid in and your mouth fell open in a silent moan. The stretch was something you hadn't felt in so long. Every time with Billy felt like you were made for him and him for you.

He gave you a few seconds to adjust then lightly gave a thrust. When your response was your legs wrapping around his waist and your hands going to his shoulders that was the go ahead he needed. "God yes Billy" you moaned letting your nails bite into his shoulders which only seemed to spur him on as his thrusts got harder and deeper "You feel amazing baby. So wet and so tight"

It wasn't long and you felt another orgasm building "oh fuck Billy..I'm gonna" he nodded "go ahead baby. I'm not far behind" his fingers came down circling roughly on your clit as the pressure finally burst and washed over you a half second before you felt Billy come filling you up as he gave a few more lazy thrusts.

"I love you" his voice was so full of emotion as he kissed you then gently pulled out apologizing when you whined at the loss of contact. "I love you" you nearly whispered to keep the tears at bay now.

The reality of what you'd just done struck you at once. "Oh my god" you whispered in disgust at yourself. "Baby? What's wrong?" He asked sitting up next to you.

You pulled the sheet up around you "Besides the fact that I just had sex with someone who doesn't remember the last decade of his life? Oh my god! I'm pretty sure that's equivalent to me being sober and you being drunk!"

You were on the verge of a panic attack. Billy sat up and pulled you into his arms "Breathe with me baby. Come on" once you were calmer he made you meet his eyes "Y/N the one thing in my head that isn't complete chaos is you. When I couldn't remember how to walk or talk. I remembered you, how much I love you. You told everything before you ever let me touch you"

"I've missed you so much" you admitted breaking down in tears. "Come here baby. Let me hold you" he laid down next to you and opened his arms so you curled up on his chest. For a few moments you could let yourself pretend that what had to happen next didn't.

"What did the letter say?" You asked after a moment. You heard him swallow twice and glanced up to see that look of disgust on his face again "That you had come to the hospital to see if I was dead and was disappointed that I wasn't. That if I've ever cared about you, I'd kill myself at the first chance I got"

You felt an anger flick up in your stomach. God you were glad Dinah could bring that bitch down. You'd testify at any trial you needed to.

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You almost drifted off in his arms. God help you felt safe and so fucking happy but right before you did he leaned down and kissed your forehead "Call them" you shook your head slightly "I don't want to"

He cupped your chin to make you look in his eyes "I love you more than I ever dreamed possible. Don't forget that but don't get stuck. Move on. Be happy. Please" You leaned up and kissed him trying to put all you felt into the kiss "I'm going to get cleaned up then we can call" you could tell he didn't like you ignoring his plea to move on but you couldn't do that. Not right then.

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You stood in the middle of your living room holding your phone to your ear as Mahoney's cell number rang. Billy walked in and was looking at your photo wall. The one in particular was from the day he'd told you he loved you. Maria had taken it.

You felt your heart clench as Brett's sleep ridden voice answered "Y/N? What's wrong?" You met Billy's eyes and swallowed hard before saying "Billy is here. He just got here about ten minutes ago. He wants to turn himself in to you" any sleep was gone when he said "Be there in ten" and hung up.

You dropped the phone into your jacket pocket and glanced back at Billy "We've got ten minutes" he walked over and pulled you into his arms "Let me hold you one last time" you nodded and laid your head over on his chest. "I'll always love you Billy" "and I'll always love you Y/N"

Minutes passed before you pulled away and glanced up at him "If you don't want me seeing when they walk you out.. I need to leave" he nodded and let his lips brush against yours "Take care of yourself please" you nodded and headed for the door not trusting your own voice.

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You stood in an alley across the street watching as Mahoney pulled away with Billy in the back of his car. Dinah had already called for your official statement but now the question remained were you strong enough to go back in your apartment alone?

You heard a noise behind you and jumped. Your breathing returned to normal when you saw the shadow at the back of the alley "Matt" you whispered. He took his mask off and you were glad he'd worn the black suit. It didn't look as conspicuous if someone saw the two of you speaking.

"Heard it on the police scanner?" You asked after a moment and he nodded "Figured you needed a friend" you held out a hand never thinking for a second he wouldn't grab it easily which he did "Thanks Matt"

He squeezed your hand and half smiled "You love him. It's ok to let yourself hurt" "I know" you said watching Mahoney's car until it disappeared from sight.

Now you had to act like what happened with Billy didn't happen. You had to pretend like he had simply gotten his answers then turned himself in and you had to face the rest of your life knowing he was behind bars because he'd been someone's lap dog to mainly keep you alive.

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yourloverfromthepast · 2 years ago

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Frank, aggressively sitting on a chair in front of you: Ok now listen here kid, because I'm pretty tired of your shitty behavior.

Y/N: I'm listening.

Frank: If you really want to help us, you gotta learn, okay? You gotta learn that in this job, you get your hands dirty.

Y/N: Ugh oh my god...I know, it's not the first time that I've done something similar

Frank, looking at Madani and pointing at you: *chuckles* Is this kid for real?

You look at Dinah and give her a warm and quick smile.

Frank: Hey, look at me. You can't even imagine what we're talking about here. One day, kid, you'll have to point a gun at someone. You'll have to pull that damned trigger. It's killing we're talking about, end someone's life. You'll get your hands dirty with blood.

Y/N, dead serious, looking right into Frank's eyes: Let's just hope it won't be yours then, shall we?

Frank, grabbing his gun extremely slowly: What...did you just say?

Y/N still looking at him and getting a bit closer to his face: I said, let's just hope it won't be yours.

Amy standing up: WOAH! Alright guys, uuuhm...wow, it's pretty hot in here, isn't? I- uhm- I think I'll grab something cold...to drink...y'know...

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itsjustmylifeconfessions · 7 years ago

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Female Billy Russo/Billy Russo’s girlfriend moodboard

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fluffyprettykitty · 2 years ago

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hey friend! congratulations on 1800 followers!! i was wondering if you’d write a little something about my girls layla & dinah? i was thinking maybe a hate sex threesome with top!layla and bottom!dinah? no preference on reader’s position<3 i just think layla & dinah don’t get enough love<3 thanks and congrats again!! xoxo

Pairing: Layla El Faouly x female reader x Dinah Madani

Word Count: 400 words

Warnings: degradation kink, pet names, dirty talk, mean dom layla, sub! Dinah, fingering, bodily fluid, rough dry humping.

Author’s Note: Thank you so much!!!! Your mind is insane might I say that, I loved thinking about this and I would love to return to it one day, I kept it short for now and had Layla and Dinah being in an established relationship.

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NSFW UNDER THE CUT. MINORS DNI.

"Easy, easy, easy, baby," Layla says gripping your hips tighter. "Just pretend a little you're not that desperate to get fucked. I'm sure it's hard for you."

Dinah chuckles from next to her, her knees drawn and her fingers deep inside her own pussy. You grip Layla's neck tighter and move your hips against her thighs searching for some more friction but God, Layla is resilient. She had told you before if you left you wouldn't ever get to have them again yet here you were on her lap begging for her fingers.

"Fuck me please." You mewl but Layla doesn't budge, she only spanks your ass repeatedly, Dinah moaning at the sight. "You don't get to make demands. You don't get to make anything, me fingering you in the bar should have been enough for you but here we are. Look at her, look at how she mewls, you've been here half an hour and she's already losing control, you think that's fair?"

"N-no?" You tremble and try to meet her strict gaze. "I can take care of you both of you." You continue hoping this will settle the prize, you already had been grinding on her thighs for god knows how long. Dinah looks at Layla trying to plead with her as well but she doesn't want to provoke her either.

With one quick move, Layla wraps her hand around your throat and pushes you down on the couch climbing on top of you.

"No fucking negotiations." She says angrily and moves her hips against yours, the harsh fabric of her jeans shorts feeling very heavy against the lace panties of your almost ripped dress. Dinah moves closer to your body, sinking her pussy above your face.

You hold on to her, darting out her tongue, and watching as she places her hands on your breasts, Layla setting a brutal pace on your body that will sure have you desolate for breath sooner than you'd like. But you don't mind, you knew how harsh and rough Layla could get and she'd never give it to you easily but maybe just maybe you could fuck Dinah so well that she could convince Layla to let you have one.

Sisterhood or something like that.

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becauseicantthinkwritings · 3 years ago

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Bring Me To My Knees

Dark!Billy Russo x Female Reader

Part 1 (Read part 2 here and part 3 here)

Warnings ⚠️: Dub-con/Non-con, smut (18+), stalking, obsessive behaviour, somnophilia, groping, mentions of violence, mild choking, creampie, mentions of blackmail and cheating, angst. (These warnings carry across to the other parts)

Summary: You're trying to move on from your ex-boyfriend, Billy Russo. It's a shame he won't let you.

A/N: Ha, sike... said I would drop it tomorrow but I'm dropping part 1 today. Feel free to send me asks or leave comments showing your love and appreciation 😅😅

He wishes he could change time.

He knows it makes no sense at all, but he wishes he could just go back, to that one point, and change everything.

There was a moment, where he has Madani in his arms, and he hesitates, just for a second, he pauses, and considers for a moment that he’s about to cheat on you. It’s that moment he wishes he could change. If he could go back in time, he’d stop there. Tell Dinah that she’s pretty, but she’s not worth it.

She’s not worth you.

Billy sips his bourbon, listening to you chat with one of your friends. He should feel bad about leaving a bug in your bedroom. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he knows it’s probably wrong, wrong to spy on you, wrong to make a copy of your apartment keys, wrong to slip into your room when you’re not home. Wrong. Wrong. Wrong.

It doesn’t matter. Any sense of right or wrong left his head the minute you walked out of his life. It just doesn’t matter anymore. Being good doesn’t matter- not when he doesn’t have you.

“It’s dumb as hell- but I miss him.” He hears you say.

“Yes,” your friend replies, Allison, he thinks she’s called. “It’s dumb as hell, but it’s perfectly normal, you spent three years with him. You put time, effort and love into the relationship. That’s not your fault it’s his. Miss him all you want, but don’t go back.”

He clenches his fist around the glass. What does this bitch know about you and me, princess? He asks himself.

“He sends me flowers, every week, asking for me to call him. But I can’t- you know I can’t.”

He knows why, too. He knows why your forgiveness is impossible to attain. You had told him at the start of the relationship. You explained that trusting people was hard, that after watching the way your father crumbled when he found out about your mother’s infidelity, after he let her back in one too many times, you swore that you would never give second chances to cheaters.

And what had he done?

He’d hurt you in the worst way imaginable.

“You can get through this, one day at a time, one foot in front the other.” Allison encourages.

Billy rolls his eyes. His chest pains him. He drinks until he feels nothing.

He’s learned so many things since he’s bugged your room. You bought a vibrator, you started having trouble sleeping, your doctor prescribed you something to help you sleep better. The more he follows you, the more he learns about you throughout the day, the more together he feels with you.

Sometimes, he can close his eyes, and imagine that you’re still together. That he didn’t fuck things up royally. It took him way too long to realise he was in love with you. By the time he made the connections- it was way too late.

Billy sometimes wished he had a time machine.

He follows you to and from work. He’s bugged your office too, just so he can dip in and listen to you work or hear the gentle hums you make when you’re thinking. Makes him feel like he’s with you, soothes the ache in his chest.

He sends you a beautiful arrangement of flowers each week. He writes the note by hand, begging for your forgiveness, for a chance to make amends.

You never call.

You don’t immediately toss the flowers, you keep them until they die, your love for flowers outweighing the pain you feel when you look at them. Truth is, you’re already in constant pain, everything reminds you of him, everything reminds you that you no longer have the love of your life with you anymore.

No, he never was the love of your life. He never loved you.

He hears when you whisper it to yourself. It hurts him to hear you repeat it over and over, like it’s an affirmation, as if it’s true.

“He never loved me. He never loved me.” You chant.

He hates himself for not realizing sooner.

When you walk out on him, after realizing what he’s done, he doesn’t feel it at first. He manages to convince himself that everything is fine for a few days after.

Until one night he wakes in a cold sweat, feeling like he’s lost a limb.

It takes him a few more days to pinpoint the source of his problems, his inability to think straight or sleep. The only time he feels less worried, is when he’s looking at pictures of you.

That’s how it starts- his insanity.

It starts with looking at pictures of you, the selfies you used to take and send to him throughout the day. When he’s looked at them a million times, he goes in search of more. He actually manages to create a social media profile, and begins to follow your page.

When you post a picture with you at a café not too far from him, he moves without thinking.

He finds himself standing outside, looking at you, sitting at your usual booth, sipping on your favourite drink. If he was still with you- he’d walk in, place a kiss on the top of your head and order something for himself.

Instead, he stands outside, looking in, wishing he was a better man.

It’s a slippery slope from there. He follows you home from work once, and then again.

He manages to make a copy of your key, getting access to your beautiful apartment.

It was heartwrenching to find all his gifts, tucked into the back of your closet, as if you were trying to forget all about him. There were framed pictures of you, some raunchy polaroids, one of his ties and a couple of his shirts and even a pair of his socks.

He didn’t give you wrong for doing this. He deserved as much.

He goes along like this for five, maybe six months, sending you flowers once a week, hoping that one day you’d find some way to forgive him.

He’d only considered moving on from you for a second, before throwing the idea out of his mind. If he couldn’t have you, then he would never have anyone else.

He’s got some time off today from work, and he spends it rifling through your apartment. He returns one of the hoodies he stole, and takes a new one from the top of your laundry basket. He needs the scent, it’s the only way he can get to sleep now. He steals some of your panties too, the pretty lace ones. He likes to take his time, breathing them in while he touches himself, the smell of your cunt is one of the things he misses most.

When he finds your little vibrator in your drawer, his eyebrows lift. He was honestly expecting something bigger, something closer to the size of his cock. He thought you’d want something that reminded you of how full you once were.

But this? All he could see this doing is reminding you of how empty you are.

Jealously fills him anyway, thinking about how this pathetic little toy is your idea of a replacement for him. He thinks about the ways you probably touched yourself with this, rubbing it all over your slick pussy until you’re arching your back and cumming hard.

He presses his hand against the growing bulge in his pants. His mind fraught with images of you rubbing this little pink toy along the edges of your pussy, teasing yourself the way you like. He gasps in need, unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants as quickly as he can. He sits on the edge of your bed and clicks the toy on. It buzzes to life in his hand and he groans when he presses it against the head of his cock. He gets off on the fact that he’s using the same toy you use, the same toy that gets to play with your pretty clit and soak in your wetness. This is the closest he’s gotten to your sweet core in so long and he’s blissed out at the thought.

He misses you. He can’t do life without you- and he doesn’t want to.

He cums hard into your panties, soaking the material in his semen, wishing it was you. He says your name- over and over again, in hopes that it brings you back to him.

He thinks about taking the toy, maybe stealing the batteries, but no. He decides to wait. He wants to hear you pleasure yourself with it one more time, without knowing that the same toy was pressed against his cock today. He’ll know, though. He’ll have the sick satisfaction of knowing that he touched the same toy you’ll use on yourself. It’ll be like you’re rubbing his cock on your pussy. He grows hard again at the thought.

Someone asks you on a date, and you say yes. How could you? It’s only been eight months, is that how long it took you to get over him?

He knows it’s not true, you’re not over him. He hears you say as much to Allison.

But you’re trying to.

It makes his blood boil.

“Yeah, hopefully, I get a good orgasm out of this date. My vibe stopped working and I haven’t had time to get another. Hopefully Jon is packing.” You say with a tired sigh.

He gets every detail of this planned date. The place. The time. The person.

It doesn’t take him long to find out everything about your date. His credit score, his place of birth, his arrest record.

This man isn’t good enough for you.

He’s in your apartment again, sifting through some of the dresses you tossed on your bed- options for your date tonight. He touches the skintight black dress that you once wore on a date with him. His chest aches with the thought of seeing you wear it for someone else. He quickly decides that there’s no way that’s going to happen.

He pulls his knife out and makes a small tear in the dress, in a spot where you’d be able to see it easily. He makes sure it’s repairable, so that one day you’d wear it again for him. But you’re definitely not going to wear it for a random guy tonight.

His eyes spot another dress, light pink. He remembers this one too. He remembers flipping your skirt up and fucking you senseless, fingers pressed into your mouth to stop you from making too much noise.

He picks it up gently, as if holding it too tightly will make it crumble in his palms.

He raises it to his nose to smell your laundry detergent. He closes his eyes and thinks about you. He sways on his feet, thinking about the way he danced with you that night, the way your eyes glittered in the starlight. He misses you, and you must miss him too.

It’s like a punch to the gut when he finds the condoms. They’re in a plastic bag on your kitchen counter, you must have just bought them on your way home yesterday. You were actually thinking about having sex with other men?

Everything becomes too real for him after that.

His breathing comes shakily, his body unwilling to take in any air. He’s having a panic attack. His skin prickles, his head filled with thoughts of you naked with someone else.

It takes him a few minutes before he can reign in his emotions. His hands continue to shake long after he catches his breath.

You’re really trying to move on from him, but he’s not going to let you go.

You’re going insane. First you find a hole in your favourite dress and now you can’t find the stupid condoms you bought.

You squeeze your eyes shut and take a deep breath. Everything’s okay, you have other dresses, you can get more condoms. Everything is fine.

It doesn’t feel fine though, it feels…strange. To be doing this with someone other than him.

Your shoulders sag. Maybe it was too soon.

You suck in a breath.

No, you could do this. He didn’t love you, and that’s his problem.

Billy Russo would not break you.

You looked beautiful. Sitting patiently in the restaurant, waiting for your date. He wondered how long you’d wait before you realized he wouldn’t be coming.

Jon was an easy target. It wasn’t hard to stage a mugging, hire some guys to steal his phone and break his arm. He couldn’t blame Jon though, you really were a sight for sore eyes. Beautiful, in your dark red dress. He knows from earlier that you have matching lingerie on underneath.

Seeing the crimson set earlier set his blood boiling, that you would wear this for another man was too painful to bear. He had pressed the lingerie to his chest, hoping to get some of his scent on it, hoping that it would make you change your mind.

You were his. You just didn’t know it yet.

Two hours.

You’ve been waiting for two hours, and Billy has been tormenting himself for most of it. He wants to go in. He wants to see your face when you see him. He wants to sit at your table and watch your reaction when he tells you that your date won’t be coming. He wants the satisfaction of telling you how much of you belongs to him.

He oscillates on the sidewalk for a minute before deciding against it and turning to walk off. If only there was a way to make you forgive him, to prove to you that he could change-

“Billy?”

He stops, heart aching as he spins around to see you.

Your eyes are wide, drinking him in. You look like you haven’t slept in a while. He’s sure he looks the same.

“Hey princess.” He says, looking down.

“You have to stop sending me flowers.”

He laughs, shaking his head.

“Not a chance. I won’t stop until I die.”

You move closer to him, hoping to catch the smell of his cologne.

“It’s too late. You know it’s too late. You lost me the minute you kissed her.”

His throat constricts.

He watches the tears well up in your eyes. He wants to go to you, close the distance and sink to his knees, wrap his arms around you and beg.

“I’ll never stop trying.”

You shake your head, turning away from him, unable to say anything more. He doesn’t go after you- at least not immediately. He takes his time following you home, making sure you’re safe.

Mixing sleeping pills with wine is probably not a good idea, but you do it anyway. You just want to forget that you ever met him. Forget that you ever loved him.

You sob a little into the wine glass, watching your tears mix with the sweet red. It doesn’t take long for the fatigue to slam into you. You barely have time to put your wine glass down and plug your phone in to charge before you’re out.

Billy waits twenty minutes in silence, making sure you’re properly asleep before going in. It’s the first time he’s ever been in here while you were too.

He makes a beeline for your bed, finding you dressed in one of his old, t-shirts. His mouth parts at the sight. It almost feels like you’re still together, like he can just slip into your bed and hold you- wake up with you in his arms.

He lifts a hand to your face, gently palming at your soft skin. You don’t move, you don’t make a sound. He leans down to kiss your cheek, savouring the way you feel. He can’t help it, he can’t resist rubbing his face against your cheek, missing the way you feel. He presses his nose into your hair and groans. Your hair is soft, just like he remembers, the smell of your shampoo causes a stirring in his pants.

He grips your chin, turning your head upwards. His eyes screw shut as he leans in. He wants to cry at how good your lips feel on his. Everything in his head goes quiet. He can finally let a clear thought through.

Once he’s started, he finds trouble in getting control of himself. One second he’s kissing your lips, the next he’s peeling back the covers and pushing his shirt up your body.

He looks at you for a second, bare beneath the shirt, ready and waiting for him, as if you knew he would try to do this.

He doesn’t hesitate to kiss at your breasts, moaning quietly at the feel of your soft skin under him. He bites his lip, pressing your breasts together to rub his face between them.

“I miss you so much.” He whispers into your skin.

He kisses lower, over your ribs, down your stomach till he’s over your womb. He notices that you’re thicker around your stomach and thighs- having gained a bit more weight since the breakup.

“I regret hurting you so much. Losing you was the worst thing that ever happened to me.”

Saying the words out loud for the first time both hurts and soothes him.

He presses his nose into the area right above your mound, closing his eyes.

This is wrong. He shouldn’t be doing this.

This could be the only chance you get to feel her, to taste her. A voice in the back of his head responds.

He groans in quiet agreement with the voice. What if this was his last chance? What if he never got another opportunity like this again?

He lets out a puff of air, parting your legs easily. He groans at the sight of your unused pussy- dripping from his earlier fondling.

Even in your sleep- you’re ready to take him.

He guides one of your legs over his shoulder. He glances up at you to make sure that you haven’t stirred, but you’re in such a deep sleep that he doesn’t think anything could wake you.

Which is good for him, Billy wonders if you’ll cum from his touch.

He takes his time, leaning in, kissing your lower lips, slipping his tongue out to catch a taste of you.

Delicious.

He’s like a starving man at that point, burying his face into your heat, licking at you gently. He moves like he’s got all the time in the world- because in a way he does. He knows his final goal is to pull you into orgasmic bliss, but that doesn’t mean he can’t enjoy the journey.

And enjoy he does. He licks and sucks at every inch of your pussy, tasting delicate parts of you just because he can, just because you won’t- can’t stop him.

“Mine.” He moans into your core. He pauses to press his face into your soft thigh. As much as he tries, he can’t stay away from the apex of your thighs for too long. It’s his safe space now, where he feels whole. He finally accepts that this is where he belongs, between your thighs, worshipping your body the way you deserve.

Your body stiffens as you cum, arching gently with a small gasp. He looks up in awe, watching you cum for him in your sleep. Even unconscious, you know you’re his.

He doesn’t clean up your wetness, hoping to hear your reaction when you find yourself uncomfortably wet in the morning. He kisses his way up your body, feeling your soft tummy one more time before tugging his shirt back down.

He lays his body beside you, watching you as you sleep, one of his hands stroking the top of your head the way he knows you like. You give a contented sigh in your sleep and he smiles to himself.

“I’m not gonna let you go, Y/N.”

He leans forward to kiss your forehead.

“I’m not going to let you let me go, either. I promise.”

You’re surprisingly well rested in the morning. You gasp when you feel the sicky wetness between your thighs. Surely the slightly raunchy dream you had last night hadn’t caused…this?

You had dreamt about him again, calling your name so sweetly while he fucked you senseless.

You take a deep breath, and freeze. Seeing him last night must have really done quite a number on you because you can still smell him. You close your eyes and take in another deep breath. Definitely him.

You feel your clit throb in response to his smell and you groan in defeat.

It couldn’t hurt to think about your ex while you touched yourself, right?

It’s not like you were going to get back together with him anyway.

He’s sitting in his office at work, listening to your soft breaths as you sleep. He hears the small groan you make when you wake.

He’s typing on his computer when you moan his name for the first time. His fingers halt, trying to discern whether this was happening in real like or not.

He hears it again. Definitely real.

Fuck

He’s painfully stiff in seconds. You’re thinking about him. You’re thinking about him as you touch yourself. Your head is probably filled with thoughts of him fucking you.

He swears out loud, tucking the lower half of his body deeper under his desk as he unzips his pants hastily.

“Oh, Billy.” You beg.

He can’t help responding to you, as if you can hear him, as if he’s with you.

“Right here, baby. So good for me.” He murmurs under his breath.

“Promise me you won’t leave.” You stutter out.

He lets out a frustrated groan. Leave it to you to say such intimate things while you get off.

He pumps his cock faster, waiting for the gasping moan that you make when you’re overwhelmed with pleasure- on the brink of orgasm.

“I wish I could be yours again.” You sigh.

You are. You are mine. He thinks.

“Oh! Fuck! Yes, I’m-“

There it is.

He comes with you, miles apart but pleasures in sync. He uses a tissue to catch his spend, cleaning himself up swiftly and righting his clothes.

“That was so fucked up.” He hears you whisper to yourself.

He gives a small smile- if only you knew.

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inlovewithfictionalmensblog · 4 years ago

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TRAITOR Pt2

Paring: billy russo x fem!reader

Warning: violence, cursing, fluffy, soft!billy, a boy angst, dinah being a b*itch. Y/n being a badass (as you should) and took advantage of. Maybe some smut...(but nothing crazy)

Summary: finally y/n decides to talk to billy, coming in that, frankie does a mistake opening his huge ass mouth maming y/n and billy having a serious talk. Dinah gets in the way again, but this time y/n is there.

(Gif isnt mine:)

Billy was.....not himself. He stayed up most of his nights, thinking about 'whats if's' moving uncontrollably in the lonely mattress. Sighing constantly. He missed your presence. Missed your s/s (signature scent), the way you softly breathed, your chest moving up and down. He missed...you.

He couldnt shut his eyes at all, sleeping alone without you meant the nightmares would take it as a shot to come and hunt him. And billy didnt want that. He didn't want to be drenched in sweat, watery eyes and not have you by his sude comforting him. Your soft 'im here' 'I'll always protect you'.

He didn't dare go to sleep. He didn't want to. Not without you.

He sighed one last time, before getting up heading to the lonely kitchen, pouring himself some whiskey, drinking it all in one sip. He stared at the picture of you and him, smiling while at the beach, near the cottage you owned. You would always bring him there to relax. Its where he first made love to you. All the over times were rough sex, but the cottage was where he first said 'i love you' and where he itterd the words 'i want to make love to you'.

Then his mind trailed off to the bitch madani, his eyes glared at nothing, his hands gripping the glass cup.

Flashback

Billy was at the gala, shaking hands with rich assholes, wanting nothing more, but to go home to you.

Everything was bad, it got badder when the devil herself showed herself.

"Billy" she said in a flirty tone "madani" he said in an annoyed tone.

"You look handsome. Like always" she flirted, blinking rapidly, bitting her lips.

"Thank you" he smiled, clearly not interested. Madani, frowned, shaking her head. She smiled finding a way to distract him.

"Mr Garetto seems to take an interest in you" madani smiled as billy looked over, madani quickly dropped the melting pill downnhus champagne.

"Madani what do you want?" He asked impatiently. "Just wanted a drink with you. One drink then you can leave to your sl-"

"Dont you dare call her by anything!" Billy said a little too loud as geads turned to them.

"Alright. Im sorry. But seriously just one drink" she begged. "One drink, then leave me the fuck alone"

Madani watched with a smirk as he quickly drank his champagne, she watched slowly as he started feeling tipsy. Losing balance, madani caught him. Taking him out, calling a taxi, putting him in.

Once they arrived at her place, she wasted no time, on undressing herself. She undressed him, as he layed, asleep. She stroked him.

Moving forward.

After the morning, she had convinced him that he had slept with her, but he didn't believe it.he screamed and yelled. Leaving dinah completely angry.

1 week later dinah called a number.

"Hello?" "Y/n right?"

"Uh, yes who is this?"

"Dinah. Dinah madani-"

"Is it him? Tell him about your pregnancy, billy has to know" a female voice said on the other line. Dinah became red in anger.

"Hello?"

"Oh yes. I wanted to let you know, that im sorry for keeping billy up, your his sister, and he promised to come back home early, but he and i got a little too drunk" dinah smirked. The silence on the phone gave her enough pride.

The phone was heard with a thud, and the line ended.

End of flashback.

Billy felt guilty over something hebhad no control of. His eyes became more and more watery. But then he realized something.

The cottage!

He immediately grabbed his car keys, and left the penthouse.

Y/n was in her living room with frankie and karen, she had her hand on her stomach softly caressing it.

"I'll message him tomorrow to meet us here" frankie said "good idea" karen said nodding.

But as they heard a car pick up, a man almost calmly shouting.

"Y/n!" Y/ns eyes along the others eyes widened.

"Did you tell him?!" Y/n whispered shouted "frankie?!" Karen shouted whispered. Frabkie widened his eyes and put his hands up in surrender.

"Wasnt me"

There were knocks on the door. "Y/n...baby, open up please....i know your in there, baby..." billy begged. His head was on the wooden door, desperately knocking and begging. His eyes had a tear on each eye. His heart beat eas beating incredibly fast, his hands were shaking, his hair was messy from constantly running his hands through it. Hasnt showerd in over 1 month. His beard was too long. The waves from the beach calmed him a bit, but he needed you. He needed your touch, your lips, needed..-- no he longed to hear your voice again.

In the corner of his eyes, the light from the lamp turned on. The door unlocking, and as soon as it opened, he saw what he's wanted to see for 2 months. The beautiful girl in front of him, wearing a red sweatshirt, black leggings, her hair was down, straight in her perfect h/c. Her eyes were red a puffy, she looked thin, but at the same time, looked like she had gained weight. She looked beautiful nothinglness.

The woman of his dreams sighed, and blinked, moving forward inviting him in. He walked in shyly, looking down. Y/n closed the door, locked it, knowing Frank and karen were in the bedroom near them.

"Billy-" "no, y/n let me speak first please" y/n only nodded. "I fucked up, i know i did. But i need you to know, i didn't cheat, madani...she....she drugged me, and called you maming it seem what it seemed like. I wou-" his voice shaken a little bit. "I would never cheat on you. Or willinly hurt you. I would die before i break your heart. I..i love you too much y/n, you have every right to hate me! But i love you, and i hope you can take me back, and accept that i will never ever! Betray your trust." Billy finished not looking at you afraid of rejection. As y/n was about to awnser frankie beat her too it.

"Did you tell him yet?!" He shouted from the other room. The rooms were quite sound proof, so frankie couldnt tell if she did or not.

Y/n closed her eyes, sighing in anger. She wanted to kill frankie there....wanted to drown him. She looked at Billy who looked at her with a confused expression.

She sighed.

"Billy. Frankie told me what she did, i know you didnt cheat, and i forgive you" you said "then why didn't you talk to me sooner?" Billy whispered.

"Because i was scared. Billy, when you came in the morning, and i went to you, i was gonna tell you something, but then i got the call from madami, and i felt so angry." You said looking down. "What did you find out?"

"Billy....i-" she stuttered. "Im...im pre-" she sighed, finally looking at him. His eyes were widened as if he knew what he was gonna say. "Im pregnant"

Billy, stood shook and still, mouth slightly opened. "And you're the father by the way, but you already know that"

Billy sat down on the couch, taking in, what he just heard. Before it hit him. She was pregnant, with his child. His baby, his and hers creation. A little billy or little Y/n. She was gonna give him more, than just love. She was giving him a family. A really russo blood family, he was gonna be father, she was gonna be the mother of his child. He or she was gonna look like a mix of his features and yours. A grin ran through his face, making y/n furrow her eyebrows.

He got up and immediately hugged her, crashing her body with his. Taking in her delicious beautiful scent. "Im gonna be a father- your gonna be a mother.....were gonna be parents" billy sniffled, his tears winning the fight snd falling down like a beautiful rainy day.

Y/n smiled, and nodded. He took her face in hus hands, smiling like a kid unwrapping a present on Christmas morning. He passionately and softly kissed her. Billy wanted to immediately take you right there, missing the feeling of your lips on his. Bitting tour buttom lip making you let out a breathy moan, he slipped his tounge, massaging his tounge in your. You bit his uoper lip casuing him to let out a groan in pleasure.

Without any notice, frankie and karen left the cottage home.

You and billy continued the makeout. Without a warning, billy smacked your ass, lifting you up, smashing his lips on your once again.

That night the room was fulled with moans of pleasure, his slow thrusts, slow kissing, passionate live bites on each other. Him whispering your name in a unholy tone, closing his eyes, and you almost screaming his name of pleasure, as you both came.

The next morning, billy woke up, with you in his arms, naked, your hair was messy, and in the way of your face. Billy smiled to himself, moving the hair, and softly running his thumb across your cheek, making you stir, your hand on his abs.

You opened your beautiful eyes slowly, and smiled seeing his beautiful morning face.

"Goodmorning baby" billy said smiling kissing your nose sweetly. You let out an adorable yawn and giggled.

"Goodmorning" you smiled. "You hungry?" "Very" billy smiled.

After eating, billy and you took a walk on the beach, his hands were on your waist, caressing your stomach sweetly and protectively.

"Dinah knew" you said sighing. Your hands on his.

"Knew what?" "She knew i was pregnant. She heard it over a conversation between me and karen" you said stopping tour tracks to look at him. He looked at you, he was angry. He felt fury, his blood was boiling. Buring from the anger inside him.

You oressed you hand on his naked chest, his body calming down by your gentle touch. You went on tour tippy toes to oeck his lips, although you were y/h (your height) you needed to be on your tippy toes, he was 6.2, so yep.

Walking around anvil, going into billys office, he saw you and immediately kissed you, bringing you down his lap as he wrote something on the piece of paper, his hand was on your waist but long enough to touch your stomach.

You layed your face in his neck, pressing light pecks making him shudder. And smirk.

As the door opened. Billy spoke. "Lia, i told you no-" "its not lia"

"This bitch again" billy heard you mutter. He smirked, but glared at madani. Madani smirked but immediately glared when she saw you. You smirked, as your hand teasinly went around billy and massages his shoulder. He softly groaned only for you to hear. You smirked.

"Billy i need to talk to you" she looked at you " alone"

"No. Whatever you have to say you can saybin front of me, and my fianceè. Or you can leave" billy said to her.

Fiancee?

"B-"

"He said, either say what you have to say, or leave" you repeated for him. She looked at you.

"You've gained weight, w-"

"Yeah, you gain weight when your pregnant madani, its normal" you told her. Madani looked at billy, and you decided you had enough of it.

You got up from billys lap, and walked up to madani. You slapped her on the right cheek.

"That's for taking advantage of him" you said through gritted teeth. And again you slapped her on the left cheek.

"And thats because you....you just deserve it" you smirked. Billy smirked at you, simply falling more in love with you. Madani ket out a gruff, tears in her eyes. Leaving quickly.

You sighed in relief. "Finally her perfume was giving me a headache." You said billy chuckled.

"Come here baby" billy called. You obeyed sitting down his lap. His kissed your lips, and touched your belly, bending down to kiss it lightly.

"So im your fiancee now huh?" You smirked. "Yesz check your ring finger" billy smirked. You rolled your eyes, looking and seeing what looked like the most beautiful ring you've ever seen.

You gasped. "How?!" "Slipped it on, while you were kissing my neck" you laughed and kissed him, passionately.

7 months later you gave birth to the most beautiful baby girl on earth. She had her fathers beautiful dark brown eyes, and your nose. Rhe moment she held billys hand, bully was done for. He had been sobbing kissing your head, multiple times, while caressing his baby girls small head.

Maya karella russo.

Billy and you couldnt have been more happy with your small family, taking long walks in the small cottage. To the beach. Smiling everytime, she would giggle seeing a pidgeon.

Billy loved his girls.

Not even 7 months later, Billy and you got pregnant again, with a boy.

Named William franklyn russo.

Billy and you loved parenthood. With maya's playfull actons and Williams clumsy moves, you couldnt be any happier.

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benbarnesescape · 7 years ago

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You Make Me Wanna

Billy Russo x Curvy PoC

Warnings: Just sweet, sweet fluff

A/N: So I wrote this inspired by a few people but I want to dedicate it to my beautiful @xgminigypsy . She writes a blog for women who are curvy and beautiful and we just don’t see enough of that on Tumblr. I generally try to keep things ambiguous for my writing on this blog but for this instance, the reader is going to be of color and curvy and wonderful. I am not doing this to shame anyone but to add to the diversity of female characters that I write about it (I do apologize if my writing feels alienating to someone who doesn’t identify as female or heterosexual – its not that I don’t support it just not what I write)

Special shout out to @binsbonsadoration and @thesandbetweenmytoes for always bringing me back to my first love Ben – they know the Sebastian/Ben/Chris struggle I am have been combatting and they always know how to re-inspire

In this AU, just to remind le folks, he’s not a backstabbing murder douche and he’s still a dick but in the most adorable way you love a man who’d look like Billy and be completely and head over heels for you.

Also this will be in 2 Parts

He would never admit it out loud, let alone to you, but he absolutely loved weddings. He liked the way it felt when he first entered the ceremony part of a wedding, taking in all the care and attention and detail it took from the decorations to the music. Liked the way people seemed to be super excited as they found their seats, chatting along with strangers they normally wouldn’t as they impatiently waited for the activities to begin. Loved watching bridesmaids walk down the aisle, leading up the grand entrance of the bride. He loved that. Loved watching the joy and pride and pure love that filled a room when bride makes eye contact for the first time with her groom and the groom sees his bride.

He loved afterwards leading to the reception, cocktails hour and dancing. Food that tasted a bar above a frozen delicacy and rich, delicious wedding cake. Waving the happy couple off and tipsily heading home, hoping one day to capture the feeling that only a wedding could capture and make you feel.

He just loved weddings.

Of course, he never let you know that. Not because he was ashamed, or held a secret guilt to weddings.

But because you hated them.

You hated everything that he was so curious to explore and know – from the planning all the way down to the end of the night. You were there for the party – sure, anyone in their right mind liked a good party. It was the sense of obligation attached to the partying, the expectation and duties that came along with being in a wedding.

He knew your view of weddings were shaded. While he had attended many of the ceremonies as a guest – you had always been in them. You knew what it was like to deal with tense, stressed out brides and parent in laws and bridesmaids who didn’t feel like they were getting enough attention even though it wasn’t their day. The downfall of being such a social creature and the worse of it was that despite wanting to say no you never could, feeling morally obligated to the friend who had thought of you and asked.

This time had been no different.

As he sat down in his seat, his eyes looking for you desperately, he could feel Frank and Maria moving to sit by his side, Frank chuckling as he asks,

“You know, she’s in the wedding party. So she most likely isn’t going to be around until this thing gets started.”

He chuckles, shaking his head as he directs his attention to Frank, answering swiftly,

“I know that, I was just looking.”

“It’s a bit odd right. Madani getting married. Never took her for the type.”

Billy chuckles as he digs through his phone, double checking to see if you’d responded to his text as he thought back to his ex and ironically your newfound best friend Dinah. Dinah Madani wasn’t the kind of woman that got married in churches. Much like you, he didn’t figure much that she’d get married at all. But when she had met David two years back, something had shifted in her – that wild, cynical fire finally tamed. He was able to get her to relax, to take a breather and now they were having a big uptown wedding, in a big cathedral followed by the reception of the century to be hosted in a swanky, posh venue that was probably way overpriced.

“So now that begs the question - when are you and Y/N going to have one of these? You both have been together forever. I know you love her – would move mountains for her. Know for a fact she loves you just as much. What’s the delay? Out of the group, its just you too. Even Curtis is getting hitched this summer.”

Frank Castle wasn’t much of a sentimentalist. In fact, the ex-marine turned mechanic really opened up to Maria, his wife when it came down to it. Except he loved being a father figure when it came to love. Love made him just as sappy as weddings did for Billy and Billy especially hated it when Frank brought it up. Frank loved you – loved the two of you together and was constantly pushing Billy to push the question. Like now. Billy frowns, shifting in his seat uncomfortably as he debates his next words.

“She doesn’t want to get married.”

He decides on the truth. Never gone that route before.

“Really? Y/N? She’s been in like…a million of these things. I feel like you’re usually stag the few hours to each one because literally every wedding I have gone to she is part of the wedding party. How, how could someone who is in so many weddings hate them?”

Billy shrugs as Maria comments, looking away from her purse quick enough to say,

“Y/N does it because she loves her friends but she doesn’t believe in the institution of marriage. She has this weird belief its what kills most relationships in her family so she’s trying not to curse it for herself.”

She shoots Frank a warning glance that he pointedly ignores before she returns back to digging for whatever she’s looking for in her bag and Frank raises a brow, shaking his head.

“Well….there you go. You ever talk to her about it?”

“No.”

“You ever gonna talk to her about it.”

“No.”

“Why not?”

Frank was his best friend. He loved him. He would do anything for him. But he hated when he prodded. Knew he couldn’t help it, especially with the people he cared about. But Billy was trying to process what Maria had just told him, thinking back to every conversation and interaction that he has ever had with you. This was new for him – you never had admitted this to him. It was the one area that you weren’t honest in, ducking out the conversation before addressing it head on. But the more he thought about it, the more it checked out.

You were terrified of commitment. Had broken out in hives for a week after he had asked you to move in with him. He had always thought it was a reflection of him but now as he thought back on it, thinking through your own relationship with your parents, it made sense.

You had a weird superstitious ideology despite the fact you were a neurologist. The few instances where science and believes overlapped.

“Leave him alone Frank. Besides the wedding is about to start.” Maria’s voice interjects and right on cue music plays, and Billy is able to get distracted, thinking back to you.

Wedding’s pulled out your bad habits. And it was because the whole fanfare was one stressor after the other.

The morning had been a smooth transition for Dinah but a fucking hurricane for you. Because you couldn’t even be a bridesmaid for this wedding, no, you had to be best goddamn friends with the bride and thus her Bitch of Honor. Maid of honor. However you wanted to label the slave title. You had to wake up at 5 so you could work out to proactively combat the anxiety, before picking up your dress and Dinah’s at the dry cleaners. You had to rush to her room to wake her up, get her ready for her pre-wedding brunch as bridesmaids all gathered in the room, gossiping and talking to each other happily without a goddamn care in the world.

After brunch and mimosas (really just a lot of mimosas) there was hair for everyone and then a quick reprieve where you had to double check that everyone had their bloody shit together (which they didn’t) and then get started on make-up before making sure everyone was dressed. That was all between making sur the photographer was on time, double checking the decorations for the venue space with the wedding planner, grabbing the flowers for everyone, talking down the father of the bride and the groom and then getting ready all before five. Then sitting in Manhattan traffic on a bloody Saturday afternoon before finally piling into the church.

You had received one text from Billy, the few words etched in your mind,

You will survive today. And at the end of it, we can take a bath and cuddle all you want. I love you

That was all you wanted now. You just wanted Billy, a large glass of Chardonnay and a bathtub. And if he wanted to have mind blowing sex to numb your brain from this day, then that would be even better.

Right now you couldn’t have any of that so instead you’ve dipped away from the loud space, the drunk people getting to you more than you would like to admit as you find safety in the outside garden, the dim lights shielding you from everyone else. You dig in your purse satchel, finding the rolled up joint that you had made two days earlier as Billy teased you about being high at the wedding, and your lighter before walking toward the water fountain that was so hidden off in the shadows no one could find you.

Your anxiety was at its height and you just needed a few hits, something to calm down your nerves so you could make it through the rest of the night. Survive wearing this tight fucking dress that Dinah had sweet talked you into wearing, the corset you had cinched on effectively killing your circulation and your sure a few ribs. Finally find Billy and have a good time with him without feeling guilty about dodging his inquiries about weddings and marriages.

You light up the joint, bringing the thick paper to your lips before you take a long drag, allowing the smoke to fill your lungs and you can already feel yourself relax as you sit on the bench across from the peaceful fountain, watching the water fly into the air and then into darkness in the safety of moonlight.

It’s here you can finally give into your insecurity, the reason why your anxiety has been skyrocketing for the past week. The real reason you hated weddings.

You loved yourself. You truly did. You loved every dimpled curve of your skin, every dip of cellulite, every jiggly perfection that the world thought otherwise. You loved that Billy had things to grab whenever he so desired, that in the winter time you could stay warmer because of the extra weight and that you made v-neck shirts your bitch because of the blessing of cleavage. You loved that your skin wasn’t pale, that it had color and life and fucking glowed in the summer time, like you were an Amazon goddess. It had taken you years to get to where you were and you confidently owned how you had defined yourself.

But despite all this, despite the therapy and love you had in your life, you still couldn’t get the small voice out from the back of your mind.

No one will ever want to marry you – you are unworthy of another man’s love.

Your mom was loving. She was kind and thoughtful and, on the surface, was a good woman. But she had inner demons that were dark and pitiful, and she projected her self-worth onto you. She was curvy like yourself, even bigger, and had never embraced that these were the genetics that were given to her. Instead, she was spiteful, angry – and she took it all out on you.

You took another long drag, shaking your head. You knew Billy wanted to get married. His eyes shone whenever he saw the pretty embossed letters come into the mail, an indicator of another wedding. He tried to hide it, but you knew he secretly loved weddings. You knew he’d probably be an ideal groom if you ever planned one. No – he couldn’t be excited about doing the dishes, or putting the toilet seat down, or cleaning up his beard hairs that he would trim into the scratchy shadow that you lived for – no, he’d have to be good at the one thing you just didn’t want.

“So this is where you went off too.”

You jump, coughing hoarsely as you turn to see Billy slowly prancing down the stairs, his hands in both of his pockets, tie loosened with a large smile on his face.

“Goddamit Billy – you scared me.”

He chuckles as he nears you, easily finding a seat near you, his body pressing against yours.

“That was not my intention luv. What are you doing out here?”

You roll your eyes as you hand him your joint and he smiles, grabbing it easily from your fingers before taking a puff,

“Thought you’d at least share. You know I like Dinah and David but goddamn is she marrying into a pretentious bunch.”

You laugh, your head falling onto his shoulder as you weave your arm within his and give a contented sigh.

“Tell me about it. I’ve been stuck with the lot of them for months.”

He hands you back your joint before placing a small kiss on your forehead, squeezing your hand and you both sit there in silence, content to finally be in the presence of each other. It’s only a few minutes before he asks,

“What’s on your mind luv bug?”

You shrug, taking another long drag as you debate your next words. But your high and relaxed, your senses consumed by the marijuana and Billy and you decide to let down your wall.

“Why do you want to marry me?”

The words take him off guard, unaccustomed with you addressing something you find so important and he pulls away enough before saying,

“Do you really want to know?”

That was the thing you loved the most about Billy. That he wasn’t a bullshiter. That while he understood that the world operated in a place of grey, you could be upfront and honest with him. And he would do the same.

“You know I do. Why else would I ask it?”

“Easy then. Because when I am with you – I am complete. Not in that nostalgic Shakespearian way – no. You know how to challenge me. To make me look at the world with a different perspective. You are the sun in my world, the Venus to my soul. Before I met you all I knew was the lie behind love. But you show me that though love, like everything in this world, can be tainted, there’s always a flicker of hope that makes it pure. You make me pure. You make me want to be a better man despite all my instincts. I want to be a better man because I want to make you proud.”

You hadn’t expected him to have an answer, or the strong conviction behind his words. It takes you off guard, and you feel your chest tighten as you pull away and look at him.

Getting Billy to tell you he loved you like had been trying to get a five year old to give up candy after they had a taste. He was stubborn and had told you plenty of times that he didn’t feel like he needed to voice it in order for you to know.

It wasn’t until you had broken down and cried within one of those fights, admitting you just needed to hear it to be self-assured that he made it a point to tell you every day.

He was just too damn good for you.

That is what you think now as his dark eyes observe you seriously, even with just the moon and the small lights flickering in the intimate space. He’s watching you carefully, his hands tightened around your own and you shake your head as you fall back on his shoulder.

Because Billy was always honest with you and this was the one thing you had hid from him and that compared with the overwhelming feeling of love makes you feel ashamed. He allows you to silently stew in your brain, not saying a thing for a good five minutes. And then you finally whisper out,

“I don’t think I deserve to be loved by you and I’m afraid if I marry you, you’ll realize it too.”

The words hit him hard, like a shot to the chest because of all the reasons why he suspected you hated marriage, this was the last thing he could imagine. Even more so – you were the most confident women he had ever known – it was intimidating sometimes your confidence, so he doesn’t know how to navigate through this. He feels your tears stain his shirt, the way you try to fight back the sobs starting to tear through your body and he pulls away from you long enough to crouch in front of you, his eyes bearing into you.

“Y/N, look at me for a second.”

You shake your head, willing to look away and he sighs as he grabs your hands, watching you.

“Dammit Y/N, please. Look at me.”

You look down at him, big bold eyes staring deep into his own. Of all your features, he had always been fond of your eyes, the bright orbs captivating him – pulling him into the allusion that was your perfection. He loved after a bout of lovemaking to spend hours just staring in your eyes, not needing to say anything but live in the moment that was your love.

“I don’t know who told you that you weren’t worthy of marriage. This is where this is stemming from I’m assuming – some asshole from your past tainting something sacred like marriage – but they don’t dictate what you do and don’t deserve. Only you do. And you are love incarnate. You are happiness and kindness and tenderness and everyone who has you in their life, has a piece of what it’s like to be loved. And it is me, that every day works to prove to you that I am worthy of your love.”

He frowns, his mind debating something before he digs into his pocket and pull out the velvet, powder blue box. You would know it from anywhere, even in this dim light and you feel your heart swell though the small, cynical part of you is screaming to shut up.

A Tiffany blue box that could hold one thing you’ve always dreamed of inside but had buried deep inside.

“I bought this after our 64th date,” he gives a slight chuckle as he opens the box and your heart can’t stop beating faster as you take in the ring. A large princess cut amethyst diamond, powder purple set in a rose gold band, sparking diamonds adorning it. It was exactly the kind of ring you didn’t know you needed until now. “I know its crazy that I even know its our 64th one but ….. the military makes you pick up weird habits and for some reason, mine was tracking how many dates we went on before I was certain you were who I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. Frank and Dinah thought I was crazy. Buying an engagement ring, especially after it being six months. But I just knew – knew that you were it. I’ve carried this fucking thing for almost two years, waiting to see if maybe…..”

His hands are shaking as he offers it to you and he bites his lip as he states,

“You don’t have to say anything, especially because I am too high and tipsy and emotionally still trying to process how you’ve carried the weight of not thinking you deserve love to actually deal with rejection in the form of no so please say anything but that.”

You laugh, your voice raw and crackly as he smiles at you.

��Just know that this, and me, are here whenever you’re ready. No rush. But I want all of you – always if only you’ll have me.”

The last levy in you breaks as the tears rush down and you feel conflicted as your head shakes yes and Billy grins – all teeth as his eyes are hesitant.

“Wait, really? Shit. Fuck I didn’t ask properly….will you marry me?”

You laugh as you bend down and press your lips against his own and he sighs into the kiss, tears falling from his face as he pulls away and grabs your hand.

“I have to make this official.”

He slides the ring onto your finger and fits perfectly and you laugh as you look at him,

“You are always pushing me to do things.”

“That’s what you’re going to tell your fiancé as he reveals his soul to you?”

You grab his tie, pulling him to you as you kiss him slowly, your tongue coaxing over yours as you murmur,

“I’d rather show you how happy you just made me then tell you.”

He smiles against your lips as he pulls away from you, standing up and offering his hands.

“How about now?” a flicker of mischievousness runs through his face and you already know what he’s thinking. You turn back to the party, which was continuing without and look down at the time. You had a good twenty minutes before you needed to move on to the bouquet toss and cake cutting.

“You got 20 minutes Russo.”

Billy gives a confident smirk as he pulls you to him, his hands already snaking behind the dress and pulling it down.

“More than enough time.”

A/N: I don’t know why I keep defaulting to writing engagement stories with Billy ha ha. Some Freudian desire I’m sure for lots and lots of metaphors….as we discovered in a cruel game of MFK @thesandbeneathmytoes

ANYWAYS TELL ME IF YOU LIKE THIS! gotta put this in caps because the ben fans are really hard to engage and quite frankly its discouraging as a writer so please share the

#ben barnes #billy russo #billy russo x reader

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ao3feed-lokiangst · 7 years ago

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I'm just a kid!

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2vBbHWP

by vvendetta

(Y/N) is a European immigrant kid in New York, trying to fit in. Some would say that she's normal. And in some ways, she is.

"A mirror" she thought to herself "I am a mirror. My very existence is a reflection of other people's features and lives."

Hard time of adolescence has come upon her. Not only she didn't expect that so much would happen to her; the discovery of mutant powers has putted her in a terrible position. The world is at brink of war between Mutants and humans, Wakanda has just came out into the light.

Will she make it out alive?

Sorry for my crappy English and a shitty summary, I swear, my writing will get better. I kinda changed some things here: Thanos isn't invading the Earth (yet), Guardians have already met the Avengers and so have the Defenders, and X-Men are in the MCU. I hope you'll like it, I'll probably establish some relationship, but later. BTW the Reader is 15-16 y/o. Also, it's my first fic :)

Words: 882, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Thor (Movies), Captain America (Movies), Iron Man (Movies), Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. (TV), Doctor Strange (2016), Black Panther (2018), The Defenders (Marvel TV), Daredevil (TV), Jessica Jones (TV), Luke Cage (TV), Iron Fist (TV), Deadpool - All Media Types, The Incredible Hulk (2008), The Punisher (TV 2017), X-Men - All Media Types, Spider-Man: Homecoming (2017), Guardians of the Galaxy (Movies)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: Multi

Characters: Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Bruce Banner, Thor (Marvel), Loki (Marvel), Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Clint Barton, Vision (Marvel), Wanda Maximoff, Peter Parker, Peter Quill, Gamora (Marvel), Rocket Raccoon, Groot (Marvel), Drax the Destroyer, Mantis (Marvel), James "Rhodey" Rhodes, Pepper Potts, Phil Coulson, Melinda May, Maria Hill, James "Bucky" Barnes, Sam Wilson (Marvel), Stephen Strange, Wong (Marvel), Thanos (Marvel), Skye | Daisy Johnson, Jemma Simmons, Leo Fitz, Nakia (Black Panther), Okoye (Marvel), Ayo (Marvel), Ned Leeds, Wade Wilson, Matt Murdock, Jessica Jones, Luke Cage, Danny Rand, Colleen Wing, Claire Temple, Misty Knight, Franklin "Foggy" Nelson, Karen Page, Malcolm Ducasse, Patricia Walker (Marvel), Frank Castle, Dinah Madani, T'Challa (Marvel), Charles Xavier, Erik Selvig, Erik Lehnsherr, Jane Foster (Marvel), Darcy Lewis, Raven | Mystique, Jean Grey, Scott Lang, Hope Van Dyne, Scott Summers, Ororo Munroe, Logan (X-Men), Moira MacTaggert, Brunnhilde | Valkyrie (Marvel)

Relationships: Avengers Team/Reader, Guardians of the Galaxy Team/Reader, The Defenders/Reader

Additional Tags: I don't know what I'm doing, teenage reader, Protective Natasha Romanov, Clint's family, Avengers Family, Pain, Depression, Mutant Powers, Dark Character, Loss, Loss of Control, Serial Killers, Self-Harm, High School, Bullying, Friendship, Immigration & Emigration, Queer Character, Bisexual Female Character, bisexual reader, Avengers: Age of Ultron (Movie) Spoilers, Black Panther (2018) Spoilers, The Defenders (Marvel TV) Spoilers, Spoilers in general, Very Powerful Reader, Secrets, Teen Angst, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Big Expectations, Homophobia, Bi-Curiosity, Reader-Insert, Mutants, Mutant Reader, Black Character(s), Supportive Avengers

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2vBbHWP

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #loki #loki fanfic #loki fanfiction #marvel cinematic universe #angst

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ao3-lukecage · 7 years ago

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I'm just a kid!

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/2vBbHWP

by vvendetta

(Y/N) is a European immigrant kid in New York, trying to fit in. Some would say that she's normal. And in some ways, she is.

"A mirror" she thought to herself "I am a mirror. My very existence is a reflection of other people's features and lives."

Will she make it out alive?

Words: 882, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: Multi

Relationships: Avengers Team/Reader, Guardians of the Galaxy Team/Reader, The Defenders/Reader, Loki/Reader, Peter Parker/Reader, Platonic!Tony Stark/Reader, Michelle Jones/Reader, Ned Leeds/Reader, Natasha Romanov/Reader

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/2vBbHWP

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #luke cage #luke cage ts

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chvoswxtch · 7 months ago

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court my luv. i’m trying to think of something, anything but all i can think that my goddess Dinah is looking at me with those beautiful brown eyes and my mind is just blank…(also i am the most non-creative person in the world)

so yeah, i’m just saying ✨Dinah Madani✨ and leaving the rest to you, darlin 💘💘

you had me at dinah

I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it, and know it was a struggle to not make this thirty pages 🙃

happy pride my love!!! 🏳️‍🌈 🖤

warning: dinah madani's fine ass, swearing, mentions of alcohol, allusions to spiciness word count: 1k

stood up.

The hallways of the Homeland Security headquarters were silent as you walked through them. It was late on a Thursday, already half past nine, and almost everyone had gone home hours ago except for the security guards at the front desk in the lobby. Everyone except your girlfriend, Dinah.

It was the third time this month that she’d stood you up for your dinner plans. You knew when you first met her how dedicated she was to her job, and while you admired her passion and tenacity, it also frustrated the hell out of you sometimes, especially when you’d spent over an hour getting ready. You hadn’t shaved for nothing. But, instead of starting a fight over it, you decided to compromise.

As you walked down the hallway from the elevators, you caught a clear view of a familiar head of dark brown curls. Dinah was hunched over her desk, her perfectly shaped dark brows pinched in pure concentration. She was so focused she didn’t even hear you approach. Standing in the doorway of her office, you took a moment just to take her in. She’d abandoned her blazer over the back of her chair most likely hours ago, leaving her in a sleeveless black blouse with a v-cut neckline, giving you a tantalizing view of her gorgeous skin, the gold pendant necklace she always wore dangling around her neck. It often annoyed you how effortlessly good she always looked.

Deciding to finally announce your presence, you lightly knocked on her open door, and Dinah’s head shot right up. Her laser focus melted into pure surprise, but there were a few hints of confusion etched onto her features.

“Hey, what are you doing here?”

“You missed dinner.”

Shooting you a puzzled look, her attention shifted to her phone lingering on her desk, and as she reached for it, Dinah clicked the side button and the screen lit up showcasing the time. She muttered a ‘shit’ under her breath, also noticing a few mixed calls and texts from you. Glancing up at you with guilt shining in her espresso tinted eyes, her face fell in pure remorse.

“Baby, I’m sorry-”

“Can you put those away?”

Dinah’s dark brows furrowed slightly in perplexity as she slightly tilted her head to the side. You motioned towards the grisly crime scene photos spread across her desk with your index finger before reaching into the tote bag you were carrying to pull out a large bag of takeout you’d brought.

“Murder kind of ruins my appetite.”

Dinah’s expression shifted to one of barely concealed bewilderment when you set the takeout bag down on the edge of her desk. Her eyes shifted between the large brown paper bag and your face, staring at you silently for a moment before a faint playful smile stretched over her lips. Leaning back in her chair, she looked up at you and lifted one of her perfectly arched brows.

“I stood you up, and you brought me dinner?”

There was a hint of amusement in her alluring voice, but also an undertone of lingering guilt. Shaking your head, you pulled out a bottle of red wine and two glasses, setting them next to the takeout bag before reaching into the tote again to retrieve a candle.

“Can’t stand me up if I’m bringing the date to you. Murder, away.”

Dinah let out a genuine laugh when you made a shooing motion with your hand towards the crime scene photos on her desk. Shifting them into a single pile, she collected them and slipped them into a file, tucking it into a drawer on the left side of her desk. She gazed up at you adoringly as you turned her desk into a makeshift dinner table, taking the food dishes out of the bag and spreading them out, uncorking the wine bottle to pour each of you a generous glass, and lighting the candle you’d brought and placed in the middle of her desk.

She reached for your arm and pulled you down to sit sideways on her lap, wrapping her arms around your waist while she leaned in to press a soft kiss to your neck, whispering into your ear.

“You’re too good to me, you know that?”

Tilting your head to the side a little to grant her more access to your sensitive skin, a faint smirk curled at the edge of your mouth.

“Oh don’t think I’m not making you earn your forgiveness later.”

You could feel Dinah grinning against your skin, nuzzling her nose along the underside of your jaw, one of her hands inching up your thigh towards the hem of your skirt.

“Why don’t you let me earn it now? I’m in the mood for dessert.”

Reaching down, you grabbed her wrist and halted her hand’s path, turning to look at her with an arched brow.

“Because dinner was at seven, and it’s now nine-thirty. You have about twenty minutes before I become a complete nightmare.”

Dinah let out a loud laugh at that, faintly shaking her head as she reached for one of the wine glasses and handed it to you.

“Alright baby girl, let’s get you fed. I’ll spread you out on my desk after.”

You nearly choked on your wine as your eyes widened, struggling to swallow before laughing.

“Dinah!”

“What?”

“No.”

“What do you mean ‘no’?”

“Di, your office is see-through.”

Dinah glanced between you and the glass windows of her office, taking a large sip of her wine before casually shrugging her shoulders and looking at you again.

“So?”

“Di-”

“No one’s here.”

“There are security guards-”

“In the lobby, downstairs.”

“And if someone decides to show up to get some late night work done?”

You gestured towards the elevators at the opposite end of the hallway that Dinah’s office had a straight and clear view of. She stared through the windows of her office towards the elevators, pursing her lips with a faint shrug of her shoulders.

“Then they’ll find out how much I love my girlfriend’s pussy.”

tags: @cheshirecat484 @viennangel @ameliaswife

#dinah madani #dinah madani x you #dinah madani x y/n #dinah madani x reader #dinah madani x female reader #dinah madani x fem!reader #dinah madani x f!reader #dinah madani fic #dinah madani request #the punisher #the punisher fic #the punisher request

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magicalqueennightmare · 2 years ago

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Sins & Amends Chapter 32

Billy Russo x Female Reader (60 part story)

This follows pre- the punisher into the storyline of daredevil, punisher season 1 and beyond

This is NOT Canon Billy. This is decent human being Billy left with bad options over worse decisions

This was also posted to A03 under: WaywardGaPeach. That account and this one is the only place you'll see me post this. If you see it on any other platform/account know it's not me.

Chapter Summary/Warnings: While chasing a lead down Frank ends up saving the life of Special Agent Dinah Madani who also has stake in what happened in Kandahar

The longer the clock ticked by without you hearing anything from Frank the more worried you got. You knew he could handle himself in pretty much any situation but this whole cover-up, everything that had happened in the last year was so much bigger than you had ever thought possible.

With everything Frank had told you about Kandahar and with the S.A.C. for New York being involved you didn't know just who Frank would be going up against or if Micro could be trusted.

You were making the beds in the bunk room, trying to stay busy. Alice walked in behind you and flopped down on her bunk "So what are your plans for tonight or does Matt have you wrapped up?" You laughed and shook your head "We don't have any plans currently why?"

She shrugged "Me and Kenz were wondering if maybe you wanted to come out to dinner with us? Matt can come too or Karen" you stopped what you were doing and cut your eyes back at her "Is Kenzie's mom in town? That's normally when you drag me around to be a buffer" she grinned and said "Possibly but she loves you! I swear at times she wishes Kenz was engaged to you instead of me"

"She does not!" You argued but added "What time and where? I'll check Karen and Matt's schedule to see who'll be easier to drag along with me" she jumped up and pulled you into a hug "I love you! Around seven? I'll text you the address!" She walked out dialing Kenzie's number. You shook your head and went back to finishing making the beds considering you only had two left then inventory of the rig before Ash and Riley would be in to take over.

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You dialed Karen's number as you were walking into your apartment. Matt had already agreed to go with you to dinner, which considering him and Foggy had both known Kenzie since she was in med school and they were in law school was a plus for you and Alice both.

"Hey Y/N!" She greeted and you could almost hear the nervous smile in her voice. "Everything's fine Kare. Breathe" you replied sitting your med bag down in the closet and kicking your work boots off. "Thank god. Ok what's up?" You took a breath then said "Wanna get together tomorrow night? We can go out and get a drink or just hang out at one of our apartments"

"Sure! Sounds good actually!" She said so you glanced around then said "I'll call you later. I've gotten roped into dinner with Alice's future mother in law so I begged Matt to come too. I've got to find something to wear" "Good luck with that" she laughed then added "If you need me just call" before she said goodbye and hung up.

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You were sitting between Matt and Alice across from Barbara, Kenzie's mom and her step dad Anthony. "Y/N how have you been sweetie?" You managed a smile when you felt both Alice and Matt squeeze your knee closest to them.

"I'm good. I mean there's days that's still rough but between Alice, Kenzie, Matt and a few other friends I don't really get to far in my own head before one of them pulls me out" Kenzie shot you a smile before Alice said "She's always been there for all of us" Barbara actually smiled then said "I'm glad Kenzie found Alice. They have their own little family here with all of you"

The rest of dinner was quite pleasant even though Barbara made sure to ask you twice if you were going to be one of Alice's attendants or one of Kenzie's. "I'll just fill in wherever they need me" you answered with a smile. When the check came Anthony ended up paying for everyone even though you and Matt offered to pay your own bill. "Nonsense. It was good to catch up with both of you along with these two" he said nodding back towards Alice and Kenzie.

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When all of you walked out the restaurant Alice and Kenzie were headed to drop Barbara and Anthony back off at their motel so after a round of goodbyes in the parking lot you and Matt watched them drive off before starting to walk towards his place

You had your arm through his and were enjoying the cool night air. "How was your shift?" He asked after a few blocks of silence. You half smiled "We didn't lose anyone so I count that as a damn good shift" he nodded and said "I agree"

You were starting to do that over thinking thing a lot more recently where Matt was concerned. Mainly the fact that if he wasn't sleeping with you regularly would that open him up to finding something longer lasting? You'd be lying to say you didn't care about Matt, hell you loved him but the love you had for him was the same love you had for Karen,Foggy or Alice. He was your friend and you found comfort in his arms more than one night but more and more you were wondering if maybe you were being selfish and a few startling thoughts about you acting like Billy by continuing to sleep with someone when it was obvious the two of you weren't meant to be together as a couple.

"You're thinking pretty loud over there. I don't need to see your face to know you probably have that little wrinkle between your eyes that pops up when your thoughts get a little too loud" you glanced at him and saw he was turned a little towards you as you walked. You laid your head over on his shoulder with a sigh "Frank's birthday is tomorrow" it was true that you'd been thinking about that even if it wasn't everything you'd been thinking of. "Oh. Do you wanna do something?" You smiled at the offer "Actually Karen has me claimed for tomorrow night" he smiled then and said "Guess that means I should enjoy having you tonight then huh?"

By then you were at his place so you laughed and said "Exactly Mr Murdock"

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Matt had court the next morning so after you got breakfast with him you headed home. You needed to call Curtis and see if he'd heard anything and just to think for a little while.

When Curtis told you that he hadn't heard anything from Frank you decided to try the tracking app for the burner phone you'd thrown into Micro's trunk but that proved fruitless. You should've known Frank would've spotted it and disabled it to keep you out of things for now at least. You knew he just wanted to protect you, even with Maria gone he felt that was his job as far as you were concerned but dammit you wanted to help him.

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There was nothing you could do but wait. You ended up going to the aquarium and wandering from tank to tank for a couple hours. During the week like this was a bit calmer than when you used to come with Maria and the kids. You still half expected to hear one of their voices calling you to come look at something.

You hadn't noticed the time until your phone started ringing and you saw it was Karen "Your place or mine? I'll get the wine, you grab the takeout" was the first thing out her mouth and that pulled a laugh from you. "Well if wine is involved wanna come to my place? I do have a spare bedroom if you need to crash" she laughed and said "Meet you in an hour" before hanging up.

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Two hours and a bottle of wine later you had Karen laughing while you recounted a story from one of your trips to the cabin with the Castles. "I swear I didn't know there was poison ivy but him and Billy both swore I did it on purpose!"

She covered her mouth with her hand and you could see tears in the corner of her eyes as she laughed "God it's hard to imagine Frank like that" you nodded, taking another sip of wine "That man's still in there. He just has a wall built up. I see the old Frank at times. When he tells me to be careful, when he talks to you and can't help a little smile peeking out, anytime he says attagirl"

She sighed and laid her head over on her hand "Do you think it'll ever be over? That he'll finally get enough answers to finish it?" You answered as truthfully as you could "God I hope so for all our sake"

You started to steer the conversation back to lighter things while you flicked through movie options. "We need more wine" Karen said with a pout at her empty glass. You handed the remote over then got up to retrieve the second bottle from your kitchen.

You heard your phone ring but before you could tell Karen to answer it the ringing stopped. "Who was that?" You asked as you walked back into the living room. She glanced at your phone and handed it to you with a shrug "Number isn't saved" any number Frank called from would be blocked so you laid the phone down in front of you "If it's important that's what voicemails are for"

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The following evening you had just gotten home when your phone started ringing. It was a blocked number so you answered it without hesitation "Hello?" "Y/N?" You recognized the voice. It was Micro. "Where is he?" You could hear the edge in your voice and didn't try to hide it.

"He's fine but look I have proof. I need you to know what's really going on" you took a breath then said "Pick me up then" you knew it was reckless to endanger yourself but this asshole had Frank and they'd been radio silent for days. He told you where to meet him so you hung up.

You didn't think you needed your full med bag so you slipped your first aid kit into your purse and was about to walk out the door but decided to err on the side of caution so you grabbed the gun out of your nightstand and put it in the purse as well.

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You spotted the blue car before it slowed to a stop so you walked to it and climbed in the passenger seat. Micro barely looked your way when you climbed in.

You made it across town before you finally spoke "I know about Sarah, Zach and Leo. I helped Frank track them down. I know why you're trusting him with this but why are you trusting me?" He didn't say anything so at first you thought he'd ignore you until he said "You're his family. You arranged his wife and kids' funeral. You've been around him for most of your adult life. If you believe me after I show you what proof I have he will"

"and if I don't believe you?" You asked and he laughed "then you or him one will shoot me since you probably have the gun he bought you in that bag"

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He drove around in a complete circle before pulling into some abandoned complex "Did you kill him?" You finally asked once he climbed back into the car after locking the gate behind you. "No. He's sedated but he's fine" you glared at him and asked "What fucking drugs did you sedate him with?" He nodded at your bag "Nothing as good as you've got believe me"

He pulled into a building and parked so you followed him out and saw Frank laid out on a cot. You started to go to him but Mirco stopped you "See what I have first and listen to what I have to say" your eyes flicked over to Frank's still form twice before you nodded and walked over to the line of computers he sat down in front of.

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The mission from Frank's time in Kandahar was code named Cerberus. As it turned out it was never officially sanctioned, meaning CIA agent "Orange" had made Frank and all the men involved into his personal team of hit men.

You sat down heavily next to Micro as you re-read over the files he'd bought up. "Smuggling, murder, fucking war crimes. They killed Maria and the kids to cover it up. They tried to kill you" he nodded and was watching you closely when he asked "What will Frank say?" You ran a hand across your face then stood up "One way to find out"

You walked over when Frank was still unconscious on the cot. You knew better than to simply shake him from years of sharing a bed with Billy so you stepped far enough away and leaned over to tap him. When he jerked awake you moved back quickly.

You could tell the sedation was still working out his system so you moved forward to help him sit up "Y/N what are you doing here?" He asked when his eyes finally focused "Micro wanted to make sure you didn't shoot him and figured I was the safest bet"

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A few minutes later Frank was absorbing the information Micro had told you. You stood back leaning against a wall, drinking the cup of coffee Micro had offered Frank.

Both men were quiet until Frank looked at him "One condition. They all die, no trials" Micro cut his eyes at you apparently trying to gauge your reaction and when you didn't blink he said "Yeah I can live with that" Frank nodded then pointed at you "and you stay away unless we call to let you know it's safe. Don't fucking argue if I'm doing this I need to know you're out of it" "Ok" you agreed because hell what other option did you have? At least he wasn't counting you out completely this time.

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A part of you was tempted to ask Micro to run the number that had called you on Frank's birthday simply because you were curious that no message had been left. You simply chalked it up to a wrong number realized too late.

You knew Frank had him trying to track down a shipment of guns that were coming in to the greeks. Did it worry you knowing that? Yes of course but it also made you worry slightly less because you at least knew some of what Frank was up to even if it meant Micro calling you to bitch or to try to get you on his side in an argument.

The most recent call from Micro had been him asking if he should worry about Frank having Sarah's number and being around his kids. "Frank was an amazing dad. He'd never let anything happen to them on his clock" was what you'd told him and that seemed to pacifier him slightly.

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You were walking into a store when your phone started ringing and you saw it was Curtis. "Hey Curt. What's up?" You greeted walking down an aisle, trying to find the specific type of cereal Ms Johnson had asked if you could pick up on your run. "You know Lewis right?" You paused then said "Yeah the kid from your group. He's a bit messed up from being over there and won't accept the help he needs"

You grabbed a box of the cereal then headed for checkout after grabbing yourself a drink. "Yeah he's trying to apply to Anvil" "Oh Curt you can't let that go down. He needs help not to be thrown back into another war zone. He's not capable of having those men and women's backs" you replied before he even had a further chance to elaborate. He let out a huff of air then said "Yeah that's what I thought too, just wanted a second opinion" "Anytime Curt" the two of you said goodbye right before it was your turn at the register.

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After you dropped the cereal off with Ms Johnson you headed up to your apartment to grab a shower. You were supposed to meet Karen when she got off so you focused on that instead of the thousand other things running through your head at the moment.

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"Karen I really don't know what to do here" you confessed sitting across the table from her. Frank was of course not a subject that could be talked about in public so instead you had bought up the conflict you were feeling where Matt was concerned. "You two have been really honest with each other from the start of this thing. I think if you just tell him how you're feeling he'll understand" she was trying to reassure you but you still weren't sure.

"What if I'm just projecting the way I felt towards Billy onto myself? What if Matt decides that if I say I want to drop the intimate aspect of our relationship he doesn't want me in his life anymore? I love him as much as I love Alice, Kenzie and you but I don't think I could ever love him in the way he loved Elektra or I loved Billy. I just don't want to lose him either though" you felt a bit foolish but also relieved getting the thoughts out in the open. She shrugged "Give yourself a little more time to truly think over what you want but if you still feel the same Matt is not going to remove you from his life. He cares about you too much. I'm proof he really can be friends with someone he's dated"

You nodded and about that time the waitress came over with the menus. "Now let's decide what to eat because I need to tell you what Ellison did" she said with a grin that told you a laugh was coming at his expense.

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You were still thinking about Matt the next morning. Frank had contacted you just so you knew Micro had found the shipment and that he was going after it that night. You were glad he was holding onto his end of the deal to keep you enough in the loop that at the very least you could make sure to be far enough away from anything to have plausible deniability.

You decided to meet him for coffee before he went into court since by the time he'd be getting out you'd be headed into work.

You walked in the diner and smiled when you saw him sitting in the corner booth the two of you usually grabbed. You sat across from him and he smiled "Hey" "Hey yourself" you replied letting your hand brush gently against his. You enjoyed spending time with him, the sex was amazing, he was everything you should have wanted but you couldn't give him the pieces of your heart that had been shattered and you felt like you were holding him back from finding someone who could be in love with him not just love him.

You hadn't realized how long you'd been sitting there without saying anything until Kaitlyn sat a cup of coffee in front of you. You stirred from your thoughts and moved to add sugar. You could tell Matt knew something was off. After Kaitlyn walked off he reached across for your hand again. You let him grab it and smiled at how gentle he was with you "Y/N are you ok?" You nodded then thought about it so you said "Yeah Matt I..I'm just a little tired"

The little frown that slipped onto his face told you he'd picked up on that lie so you quickly said "Can we get together later this week? I work back to back the next two days but then I'll have a free night" "Of course" he replied with a small smile before pulling his hand away from you to drink his own coffee.

By the time the two of you were ready to go both of you were smiling. You kissed him on the cheek and said "Kick their assess in court today" he kissed your forehead in return and said "Go save some lives"

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You were laid back across your bunk half asleep when a call came in for a one vehicle accident near pier nine.

You felt a jolt go through you when you remembered Frank saying that's where the hijack was going down. "Shit" you muttered under your breath as you and Alice ran out to the bay. She cut her eyes at you but didn't say a word.

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You weren't sure what you were expecting when you rolled on scene but finding a Homeland agent near a totaled mustang wasn't near the top of the list.

You were on your knees next to her checking her over for other injuries while Alice secured a neckbrace and the two of you strapped her onto a gurney. "What'd you say her name was?" You asked the agent who'd met the rig. He'd introduced himself as Sam Stein. "Dinah..Madani"

You nodded and leaned back across her "Agent Madani. I'm Y/N. This is my partner Alice. Do you remember what happened" she blinked against the light you were checking her eyes with and that was a good sign. "I flipped my car" she mumbled and you nodded "Ok. We're gonna take you to the hospital to get you checked over. From what I can see the concussion is the biggest worry but you could have internal damage. Your ribs don't appear to be broken but you'll need some xrays to rule it out completely"

"Ok" she said weakly so you looked back to Sam "You following us Agent Stein?" He looked around then said "Um yeah I guess so" you helped Alice load her up then shut the door and looked back at him "Homeland or not don't tailgate me"

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The following morning as soon as you got home your phone started ringing the moment you stepped in the door. "Did Micro tap into my buildings security cameras?" You asked and heard Frank chuckle "Possibly. How's agent Madani?" "She'll live. Did you have a hand in that?" "Possibly" you shook your head then asked "Was she conscious when you pulled her out?"

You took his silence as answer enough and simply said "We'll deal with those consequences later then..did you get what you went after?" "Yeah look sweetheart.. She's probably going to start questioning people once she's back on her feet...Zubair was her partner"

You closed your eyes and fought the urge to scream. Why the fuck did he always have to bury the lead? After taking a deep breath you said "Fuck it, all she can do is ask questions. She has no proof. Who will she question? Me, Curt and Karen. None of us are saying shit. Don't worry about me. I can handle her" "Oh I know you can" he replied then told you where Micro would meet you later to bring you to their hideout and what medical supplies he may need just to have on hand.

"See you then" you said then hung up. Fuck every time you thought you were ready for what came next a curveball would smack you right upside the head.

@intothesoul

@weallhaveadestiny

#au billy russo #billy russo x y/n #billy russo au #billy russo x you #billy russo fanfic #billy russo x reader #sins and amends masterlist

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ao3feed-daredevil · 7 years ago

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I'm just a kid!

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2vBbHWP

by vvendetta

(Y/N) is a European immigrant kid in New York, trying to fit in. Some would say that she's normal. And in some ways, she is.

"A mirror" she thought to herself "I am a mirror. My very existence is a reflection of other people's features and lives."

Will she make it out alive?

Words: 882, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: Multi

Relationships: Avengers Team/Reader, Guardians of the Galaxy Team/Reader, The Defenders/Reader

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2vBbHWP

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #daredevil #daredevil netflix #marvel's daredevil #daredevil tv

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ao3feed-janefoster · 7 years ago

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I'm just a kid!

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2vBbHWP

by vvendetta

(Y/N) is a European immigrant kid in New York, trying to fit in. Some would say that she's normal. And in some ways, she is.

"A mirror" she thought to herself "I am a mirror. My very existence is a reflection of other people's features and lives."

Will she make it out alive?

Words: 882, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: Multi

Relationships: Avengers Team/Reader, Guardians of the Galaxy Team/Reader, The Defenders/Reader

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2vBbHWP

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #jane foster

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ao3feed-buckybarnes · 7 years ago

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I'm just a kid!

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2vBbHWP

by vvendetta

(Y/N) is a European immigrant kid in New York, trying to fit in. Some would say that she's normal. And in some ways, she is.

"A mirror" she thought to herself "I am a mirror. My very existence is a reflection of other people's features and lives."

Will she make it out alive?

Words: 882, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: Multi

Relationships: Avengers Team/Reader, Guardians of the Galaxy Team/Reader, The Defenders/Reader

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2vBbHWP

#bucky #IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #bucky barnes #james barnes #the winter soldier #james barnes

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chvoswxtch · 7 months ago

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Congrats Queen!

May i please request a macchiato over ice for Elektra/Madani/reader? 👀

oh honey you can ask for whatever the hell you want but especially this, let's go feral under the cut <3

as a reminder, over ice means it's spicy ! (minors dni)

headcannon below the cut

dinah madani & elektra natchios are great girlfriends (over ice)

lets say you've had a hell of a week (bc I definitely have), it's finally friday, & all you wanna do is relax & destress

now your idea of this is to guzzle a bottle of wine while you have a long hot soak in the bath, but elektra has other plans. as soon as you step foot in your apartment, she's waiting for you on your couch, & all it takes is one look for her to know you're in desperate need of relaxation

"pack a bag, darling. you're staying at mine this weekend."

she doesn't give you a chance to protest, & does half of your packing for you. the bag you leave with is pretty light, since a lot of the stuff you might need she already has, & she teasingly made the comment you won't need many clothes for the weekend ahead

you had to admit, a nice hot bubble bath in the huge tub she had at her penthouse that had the jets sounded a hell of a lot better than soaking in your tiny tub that drained too quickly no matter what you did

elektra is all too happy to join you in the bath. she pops open a very expensive bottle of wine, adds the most luxurious bath oils to the water that smell like heaven, & sits behind you in the tub so she can massage your shoulders. her strength always surprises you, but the pressure & technique she uses on your tired body have you melting

"so tense. let me help you relax, darling."

her whisper in your ear is more of a command than a suggestion. soon her hands are traveling over your chest, her fingers toying your sensitive nipples while her lips leave a sensual trail of kisses along your neck. she doesn't tease like she normally does, knowing you're in need of relief, so her hand slips straight between your thighs to start playing with your pussy

elektra usually likes to drag out your orgasm, revel in the noises she pulls from you, & make your climax that much more powerful through delaying it. but right now she knows how badly you need to come, so her deft fingers expertly strum your clit & pump inside of you, making you fall apart in record time

"there, that's much better, isn't it?"

by the time dinah leaves the office & makes it to the penthouse, elektra has you spread open on her bed, your fingers fisting her expensive silk sheets while her tongue traces teasing circles around your sensitive clit. dinah crosses her arms over her chest, leaning against the doorway while watching with a poker face

"started without me, I see."

elektra moves to sit up between your thighs, replacing her tongue with her thumb as she turns to look over her shoulder at dinah with an arch of her brow

"it's not my fault you're a workaholic. I texted you hours ago. was I supposed to make her wait while you're out proving you have the biggest dick in the department?"

dinah narrowed her eyes in elektra's direction. removing her gun & badge from her hip, she placed them on the dresser & removed her blazer, tossing it onto a nearby chair. she kept her eyes on elektra while stalking towards the bed

"move. and open another bottle."

elektra's lips pulled into a wicked smirk. she always knew how to get dinah all riled up. slipping off the bed to head for the kitchen, dinah took her place between your thighs, a softer expression on her face along with a gentle smile

"sorry i'm late baby. let me make it up to you."

elektra was all about the tease & the fun, but dinah was all about pleasure. she didn't have the patience for the games elektra played. she wanted what she wanted, when she wanted it. she could be greedy & she could be selfish when it came to getting off, but she always made sure you were taken care of

pulling your thighs over her shoulders, dinah impatiently surged forward. she was relentless with her tongue, swiftly flicking it over your sensitive bundle of nerves & sucking fervently on it. even though she had a tight grip on your thighs, she allowed you to move your hips against her face while she lapped at your pussy, a soft moan vibrating against your core when you came undone on her tongue

elektra held a new bottle & another glass in her hand as she walked back into the bedroom, a look of disapproval on her face as she caught the end of your second orgasm

"you rush it too quickly."

moving to sit up on her knees, dinah licked her lips & turned to look at elektra, a smug expression on her face as she arched one of her dark brows

"was I supposed to make her wait while you're proving you like control?"

there was a silent challenge between them. it was always intriguing watching the two women who had the biggest combative personalities in all of new york clash, but the one thing they seemed to agree on was wanting you

elektra handed dinah a full glass of wine, her dark eyes full of lust & intensity as she gestured your head in her direction

"this weekend is about her."

dinah downed half the glass before moving to sit back against the headboard next to you, propping herself up with one of her arms behind her head while she sipped at her glass

"fine by me. just make sure you remember your own words when you want to play your little games."

untying the scarlet red silk robe, elektra let it slip off her shoulders & pool onto the floor, leaving her completely naked. she prowled around the bed to the side where dinah was sitting, climbing over her to straddle her hips, catching dinah's attention. her hand that wasn't holding her glass quickly reached out to grab elektra's hip when elektra leaned in with a teasing smirk.

"I seem to remember you enjoying my little games very much. now-"

elektra turned her attention to you, a wicked smirk on her lips

"-what shall we do with her first?"

dinah turned her head to look down at you also, & both of them sat there & admired the view for a moment. your naked body was sprawled out on the luxurious silk sheets & your cheeks were flushed with heat. you were still trying to catch your breath from your second orgasm, but there was a blissful smile on your lips & your eyes were half lidded with gratification. a pleased smirk stretched over dinah's own mouth

"you're the bossy one. i'd say we should ask her, but she looks pretty fucked out already. I think she has at least two more in her though."

needless to say, it was a very long, very pleasure filled weekend. come monday morning, you were hoping for another long week ahead

in conclusion I need to file an insurance claim bc there's been a flood in my basement just imagining this

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