#mafia billy russo

[undiscovered-horizon]

"Speak no evil" - Mafia!Billy Russo x Reader

[TW: violence, mob/mafia themes]

🫀REQUESTS ARE OPEN🫀

SUMMARY: When one of his men steps out of the line, Billy wastes no time putting him in his place. Remember for the future that when it comes to his wife, you should speak no evil.

WORDCOUNT: ~ 1.3k

The fact that Billy made your house an open office for his business affairs made you occasionally not as furious. That day, however, it seemed as if every one of his underbosses and their closest subordinates came over. What was once your house suddenly became a get-together for criminals.

Billy knew that you disliked those events mainly because they were hardly interesting to you - it was, basically, very specific business talk weaved with cryptic slang that was only partially understandable to you. Because of that, you'd leave Billy and his men on the ground floor, doing their business, while you were sitting on the first floor, catching up with the responsibilities of owning a small business. You've lost count of how many times Billy offered to employ an assistant who would manage the coffee shop for you. As a prolific 'business owner' himself, your husband sure did miss the point of having something to do.

The only reason you were trespassing that invisible border between the ground floor and the first floor was that one file Billy seemed to misplace and asked you to retrieve from his actual office. It was supposed to be a short trip: get the documents, give them to Billy, exchange polite greetings and be on your merry way back upstairs. You had no interest in learning the intricate workings of the underworld, even if you were part of it, simply for your own peace of mind.

Walking through the door leading to the dining room, the Pentagon for New York's criminals for the day, you noticed a young guy, maybe in his twenties, smoking a cigarette by the garden screen door. The gap between the door and their frame was narrow enough that only his arm and the cigarette smoke could fit through. The first time Billy's subordinates came to your house, you made it very clear that you wanted no cigarettes indoors and, technically, that young guy by the garden door was abiding by the rule. Seeing the scar above his eyebrow, you thought you recognized him:

It was Jamie - someone whom you knew only from stories and passing glances during some big events. Anytime someone said something about him, it painted Jamie as a sheepish, maybe a little awkward guy, who didn't quite grasp social cues.

His eyes were focused on the floor as he smoked the cigarette and clearly thought hard about something. Among the dress shoes, your furry slippers looked at least amusing. They must have caught his attention as he tore his eyes away from the hardwood floor and looked up at you.

Jamie recognized you immediately, which was probably why he frantically threw away the half-smoked cigarette. He took a step towards you, effectively blocking your way.

"Sorry, sweetheart, no entry. This is now gentlemen's club, talkin' 'bout business n' stuff. Nothin' you should worry your pretty little head about."

Before you could answer him and remind him whose house he was in, somebody else interrupted the conversation:

"Something you want to share with everyone?"

The room fell silent. You turned to look at Billy, standing with his hands in his pockets. His eyes were slightly squinted and you could just tell he was irate.

"No, nothing, sir," Jamie frantically answered. He was quickly shaking his head.

"Weird, I thought I heard you being disrespectful to my wife."

The rest of the gathered men weren't willing to step in, they didn't even dare look anywhere else than each other or the floor. There really was no use in playing a hero - nothing good could come from it. Standing up to one's boss was always risky but it became downright moronic when the hierarchy in question was a gang. The other thing was that none of the other men thought Jamie was no longer salvageable: even among the demimonde, the wives were granted a certain amount of irrefutable respect regardless of what kind of men they were married to.

"No, I swear to God, boss, I didn't mean anything by what I said." It seemed ridiculously hard to believe that it was the same man that was gatekeeping your own dining room just minutes ago. "I was just being stupid, sir."

"You do seem really good at that," Billy answered with a mocking smile on his face. He appeared to be... enjoying that whole lark.

"I'm sorry, sir, I didn't mean to offend," Jamie reassured. His eyes wandered everywhere but Billy's face - he simply lacked the courage to look his boss in the eye.

"Don't apologize to me, you idiot," Billy spat out. If the dining table was any shorter, you were sure he would vault over it and strangle that man with bare hands. "Apologize to the lady you dared to talk shit to."

This wasn't the first time Billy got slightly overprotective. Although you did find his attitude tiring at times, you knew it came from a good place - he loved you a little too much to bear seeing you being pushed around. In his mind, you were nothing short of a queen and he was going to demand others treat you the same way.

Jamie turned back to you. His face was pale, his hands were shaking and tears began pooling in his eyes - if that man was anything, it was terrified. It was such a sudden change of demeanour you couldn't quite wrap your head around it.

"I'm sorry ma'am, it wasn't my intention to offend, I swear," he said rushing his words.

"Don't sweat it, Jamie," you reassured him while slightly shaking your head. Truth be told, he did anger you but it wasn't something worth escalating - judging by his sudden fear, he probably learned his lesson already. Although you were still talking to the blond man, your eyes wandered to meet Billy's. You wanted to make sure you got your point across. "We're all good."

Billy's eyes remained squinted as he continued to stare at Jamie with vivid contempt. He was unconsciously tapping his fingers against the surface of the table. You could tell that he wasn't over the situation just yet, despite your sincere assurance.

"Come on, Jamie." Billy gestured at the younger man to come closer. His voice was suddenly softer - something that made very little sense given the situation and his obvious anger. "Let me give you some advice."

Reluctantly, Jamie began walking towards Billy while all the other men took a step back to let him pass. Although their daily lives were filled with life-endangering situations, they withheld their breaths while Billy Russo was quite clearly upset with someone. Only once did you wonder what tactics got Billy's subordinates so docile towards him but you quickly realized that the truth could be, most probably, fairly horrifying or at least deeply unsettling, so you never paid it much thought anymore - for your own peace of mind.

When Jamie was within reach, Billy suddenly grabbed his jacket and forcefully pushed him against the wall. Not letting go of the poor man, he hit the wall with his head a few times before leaning in and whispering a promise he was surely going to keep:

"If you ever talk to her like that again, I will kill you."

Billy hit the man against the wall once more before letting go of his clothes. The man fell to his knees, his body swaying due to dizziness. He seemed to have a fair amount of trouble aiming his sleeve at his nose to wipe the blood that was running out of it. Billy sat back down at the top of the table and casually looked around at the silent, anxious men:

"So, where have we left off?"

[becauseicantthinkwritings]

Halp, Chelsuuuiii, halp 😭

This is werepanther Billy, deadass, cocky and confident and eager to tease his girlfriend.

Makes her sit in his lap and rubs herself on him, loves how needy she looks, coos when she asks to cum.

Slips a hand down to help her, watches her gush all over him, listens to her little sobs

God... Agony of Desire Billy. Takes good press photos to make sure everyone knows he's legit and makes you sit on his cock and look at them while he tells you all the wicked things he got away with while they were being taken.

Oof

Either way I want him to rearrange my insides you know?

[blusapphire]

The Damned (Billy Russo x Reader)- Masterlist

Summary:

You’re promised to a rival mob boss’s son, to end a long lasting war between your families. Having accepted your new fate, your plans are deterred when you’re introduced to your soon-to be husband’s best friend, Billy Russo. 

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[asirensrage]

Mise en Place - A "choose your own adventure" style fic - Part 1

Fandom: Punisher AU Rating: Likely Explicit. Pairing: Billy Russo x OC Warnings: Dark!Fic, threats, murder, obsession, swearing, and likely more to be added... Summary: Nadine thought her biggest problem was helping to keep the restaurant she worked at afloat as the neighbourhood starts being bought out from under them. A chance meeting in an elevator with an old fling proves differently…

Notes: And so, we begin! Heed the warnings! This chapter is not rated explicit but others will be.

If there was one word to describe herself lately, Nadine would say it’s exhausted. 

Her day had been filled with deliveries that were improperly made, a sous chef quitting without notice, and at least one customer who wanted to argue with her over their order. Honestly, she just wants to go home, open a bottle of wine and then crawl into bed. 

She presses the button to call the elevator, glancing at another sign informing the occupants that there will be another change made to the building. Since the ownership changeover, they’ve been making multiple improvements. Luckily none of it seemed to involve raising the rent. Yet. 

The doors open and she slips in. There’s someone already there, coming up from the parking lot. Of course, it’s her luck that when she’s covered in grease, food splatters and sweat, rocking second day hair that she runs into him again. 

Billy is standing there, in a well-pressed suit and smelling better than any man has a right to. It’s been enough of a day that she doesn’t even bother looking at him. They hooked up a few times, back when things weren’t so hectic. It was fantastic but both of them had their lives and she had no intention to tie herself down. Not when she’s trying to keep this restaurant alive when everything else around them keeps failing and being bought out. 

He doesn’t greet her, too busy texting. It’s not a surprise. His work always had his attention first. It’s part of why they fit so well together. The button for their floor is already pressed so she leans against the wall and waits. Her eyes close and she tries to hold back a yawn. She can practically feel the comfort of her bed waiting for her. She just has to get to it. 

She peeks out at the man in the elevator with her. It really was unfair that he looks as good as does. Him and his perfect suits, bright ties and… She pauses. Her eyes narrow as she realizes what she’s seeing. There is blood on his clothes. She glances up and sees more blood splattered against his hands. She looks at his face…and finds him staring back at her. 

mise en place tag: @muchadoaboutcj billy russo tag: @wheresthesunshinesblog  

general tag: @raith-way @arrthurpendragon @veetlegeuse @chickensarentcheap @residentdormouse @endless-oc-creations  @stanshollaand @wordspin-shares @chrissymunson

[marvelmusing]

Mafia!Billy running a garage as a front (before he usurps Rawlins and takes over Anvil) and him having it bad for the cute rival mechanic from the shop across the street (and rival as in that they just run a garage, not a mob front)

This idea sort of ran away from me...

Since his garage is only a front, sometimes he nudges the normal customers towards your shop. His criminal contacts can always get their cars and bikes fixed with him, but when it comes to law abiding citizens he’s mysteriously fully booked and suggests the place across the road.

You notice how busy his days are. He’s always covered in oil smudges and running his hands through his hair as he works on the cars, which distracts you on the regular. You also notice his own bike propped up against the side of his shop, neglected after he’d run into an issue that he hadn’t had the time to fix. Imagine his surprise when he heads out the back door one night and sees his bike washed and fixed with your business card slotted under the seat.

From then onwards, Billy begins to leave little treats for you to find in your workshop. Sweet treats, flowers, little trinkets that he thinks you would like. Frank teases him, remarking that it was almost as if Billy Russo was aiming for quality over quantity for once - to which Billy shoves his shoulder and grumbles under his breath. Although, despite how close you think the two of you are becoming, he never lets you into his office.

Then one day he disappears. His shop is closed, the doors bolted and locked. There's no sign of anyone. Every day that goes by, you glance over at the vacant shop over the road, its owner never far from your thoughts.

Months go by. You hear about a local politician being arrested for involvement in some serious criminal activity, and a high-ranking CIA worker being fired for corruption. Everyone is talking about the stirrings in the criminal underworld. Someone is bound to take the place of whichever one of them had been running things.

A security firm opens up nearby, and you hear they’ve got some of the best working for them. A few of their employees stop by your shop every now and then; they all seem nice enough, and tip well.

Then one afternoon a Rolls Royce pulls up in your garage. You're underneath a car when the owner climbs out and calls out casually,

“I want the best kinda wash you do, a hard wax, and there's a scratch on my left rear door. Think you can handle that, sweetheart?”

The man is tall, hair slicked back, and even with his back to you, you can tell his suit is designer. The voice is familiar, but you’re too annoyed to ponder it as you retort snidely,

“I can handle a hell of a lot more than washing cars, sir.” You rub your hands on a rag, tossing it away once they’re somewhat clean, and stand to face him.

“Don’t I know it.” The man turns, a smirk on his lips, and your jaw drops.

“Billy?”

He grins, watching your eyes widen as you take in every inch of his new appearance.

“What happened to sir? I liked the sound of that.” You roll your eyes at him, shaking your head as you step closer.

“You would, wouldn’t you?”

[celestialspecial]

Where is my mafia!Billy where you’re both the children of rival crime gangs in New York and his father dies making him rise to be the new head honcho in charge and your father sets up an arranged marriage between the two of you?

[waywardcrow]

All eyes on us.

Summary: This wedding needs to happen, it's the only way you can protect the ones you love, the only problem is that you're in love with your husband-to-be and he would never love you back.

Pairing: Mob!Bucky x Stark!reader.

TW: Really not so many, talks of murder but very lightly, mentions of mysogyny, implications of mafia kind of stuff, death of parents, mention of future smut, curvy!reader, no mention of y/n and reader's nickname is Bells (context coming soon), kind of enemies to lovers but not really enemies, arranged marriage, this will be a +18 story so minors dni.

Disclaimer: English is not my first language, please tell me if I make grammar mistakes.

Part of the Yours to lose series.

Pictures from pinterest and graphic and dividers by the amazing @ firefly-graphics so all credits to the creators.

Everyone was waiting for her but she kept looking at herself in the mirror.

The wedding dress was beautiful, Pepper told her it was what Maria Stark –her mother- wore in her own wedding day and she loved it, the silk was too soft, hugging her curves with an ethereal touch and it had a subtle scent that she assumed belonged to the mother she couldn't remember.

Tony swore their mother loved her, their father too, the young bride couldn’t help but doubt it, they would not love her if they could see her now about to get married to a man who didn’t love her back, a man who humiliated her once for his pride, someone who probably only wanted what this arrangement could give him back.

How would she survive this marriage when it was impossible to leave the room and get to the Cathedral?

A knock in the door pulled her out of her mind, finding Natasha smiling at her in the reflection of the mirror.

“Are you ready, dear?” her friend knew the real answer but still gave her the chance to speak.

“I was about to go” she lied and the redhead gave her a knowing look “everyone it’s waiting, isn’t it?”

“You’re the bride, honey, they can wait” Natasha walked to her, looking like a goddess in her silver dress and put her arms around the bride’s body “you can say no, we can fight Russo’s father, hell, Billy would love having one more excuse to kill him.”

She was sure Billy would do it, not only for her but for his sister, for Madani and for himself but it wasn’t time yet, the alliances needed to be settled, Stark and Barnes had to fight alongside to kill Pierce and Carlo Russo. She made all that mess before getting her family back and nobody would take them from her, never again.

“It has to be done, Nat” she put the veil in her head and took the beautiful bouquet Becca left for her earlier “let’s go.”

Her friend must have seen something in her eyes that made her nod.

“Alright, Bells. Let’s do this” her nickname, the one Yelena gave her when they met years ago, made her smile, who could ever thought that knocking someone out with Christmas bells will change her life?

Natasha guided her trough the corridors to the waiting room where Tony was talking in a hushed tone with Pepper, her sister-in-law radiant with her baby bump, reminding her why this alliance needed to happen.

“I’d be waiting outside, dear” Nat kissed her cheek and went to take her place with the other bridesmaids.

Tony was staring at her, pale like a ghost, whispering his sister's name. It wasn’t the first time in the last months Bells was told how much alike she was with his mother, their mother but this time Tony didn’t say anything, just looked at her eyes to find determination that matched his concern.

“Everything it’s beautiful, Peps, thank you” the bride said and the ginger smiled with a hint of sadness barely visible.

“It’s the least I could do for you, topolina. You deserve beautiful things” she never had a mother, not that she could remember, but with Pepper there she could feel like she did.

Pepper gave her husband a gentle squeeze in the arm and went to join the rest of the guest.

“I have Frank ready to go, say the word and we leave” his first words almost made her chuckle, he spent the last fifteen days planning ways to get her out of this but Bells always refused, a small and stupid part of her happy because she would marry the man she loved.

“I want to do this, Tony, for all of us” that part it was true, this marriage was the only way she could protect him and Pepper and the baby, Billy and Dinah, Frank and Maria and the kids, the family she dreamed about since she was a kid and that she finally had. It also would save her from Carlo Russo’s greedy hands.

Bells knew one or two things about the mob, mostly from movies and for that she was sure the respect from his brother to her choices were more part of his good soul, she heard some stories from Maria that made her want to kill Carlo Russo even more.

True to the man she met not too long ago Tony didn’t fight her, instead he straightened his bow tie and extended an arm out for her to take it.

“Then allow me to walk you down the aisle, signorina, it will be my honour” the charm went back to his eyes and Bells could breathe, if she could count on them, she could do anything.

The music started playing when the wedding planner gave the signal and every one of her friends smiled at her or blew kisses at her before marching down the aisle. From where she was she could see Maria walk with confidence, not sparing a glance to her father who unfortunately was sited next to her brother Billy and Dinah.

Natasha was the last one, looking at her with reassurance one last time before following the others, then it was their turn.

“I love you, topolina”

“Love you too, Tony”

The crowd of guest was an unfocused picture, she only had eyes for the man waiting for her at the altar, wearing a black tux with a new haircut, his long chestnut locks were gone, sending a silly wave of sorrow through her veins.

She loved his hair, in an embarrassing impulse she remembered pulling his long hair to get him to kiss her again when-

Bells stopped herself.

It was dangerous to think about those times, they were gone the minute he saw her as one of his properties and decided to punish her for something she never did.

Bucky’s eyes never left her the whole way to him, drinking her like he was dying of thirst. Steve must have noticed too because he gave him a subtle bump to get him to blink and stop looking like he would commit sacrilege in the middle of the church.

The beautiful glass windows projected a million colors around her when Tony lifted the veil and with a barely visible hesitance put her hand in Bucky’s.

“I’m confident you will protect her with your life, Barnes” was all he said, dead serious when Bucky gave him a solemn nod and her brother kissed her forehead.

With her eyes watching her step, Bells avoided looking at him until it was impossible to keep going.

A soft smile, one she thought she lost forever, resurfaced when their eyes locked and the bride could read what he was thinking.

She was his, always was and always would be and he would never let her go.

I'd do bad things with you >>>

Hiya! I'm super happy to post this story even if I don't know what I'm doing, to be honest I'm not fluent in italian, so here's the translation of the pet names I used:

-topolina: Little mouse.

-signorina: Miss.

If I made a mistake with that, feel free to correct me and tell me what you think! What do you think it will happen?

Love, Lily.

[enretrogue]

𝗔𝗣𝗥𝗜𝗟 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟯 𝗙𝗜𝗖 𝗥𝗘𝗖𝗦 (𝟭)

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

MCU

BUCKY BARNES

Bumblebee Series: 1 ⎢ 2 ⎢ 3 ⎢ 4 ⎢ 5 ⎢ 6 ⎢ 7 ⎢  — @angrythingstarlight .☘︎ ݁˖

Soft!Dark!Mafia!Bucky x Runaway Bride!Reader — @angrythingstarlight .☘︎ ݁˖

Peachy Sweet: 1 ⎢ 2 ⎢ 3 ⎢ 4 ⎢ 5 ⎢ 6 — @straywords .☘︎ ݁˖

FRANK CASTLE/THE PUNISHER

Apple Bottom Jeans (+Billy Russo) — @bubuslutty

#15 w/ Frank Castle — @bits-and-babs

Bambi With Fangs ⎢ 2 ⎢ 3 — @bubuslutty

Bring Me Home — @frvnkcastles

Bakery AU — @devils-dares

Love Language (+ Billy Russo) — @bubuslutty

Imagine #1,044 (+ Shane Walsh) — @komotionlessqueenmm

Primal — @darlingshane

Instagram AU — @amhrosina

You’re Everything I Never Knew I Needed — @lemon-world1

Cowboy!Frank — @rrestrella

Really Bad Week — @chvoswxtch

“Come here…Hey! I said come. Here.” — @bullet-prooflove

Sanctuary — @glossysoap

Biting Truth — @narcolini

Soft Morning Sex w/ Frank — @amhrosina

Cutesy Blurb — @thyme-in-a-bubble

Frank w/ An Inexperienced Reader — @amhrosina

STEVE ROGERS

His Inheritance: Chapter 26 ⎢ Chapter 27 — @jtargaryen18

FRANK CASTLE + MATT MURDOCK

Spelling Out “I Love You” — @amhrosina

Baking w/ Matty and Frankie — @chvoswxtch

An Unexpected Delight — @amhrosina

TWD

GLENN RHEE

CDC — @collecting-stories

Feel Me — @nikkisheep

Never Stopped Looking — @glennrheesworld

Sex w/ Glenn — @strgrlxox

PEAKY BLINDERS

LUCA CHANGRETTA

Busted — @mlmxreader

Our Scars — @arzennn

MICHAEL GRAY

Behind On That Cute Date ⎢ Chocolate Pie — @anonymooseforever007

ALFIE SOLOMONS

Airport Snow — @there-goes-thefighter

Angel of Birmingham — @darkdevasofdestruction

Quid Pro Quo — @scorpiussage

THOMAS SHELBY

Dragon’s Den — @pherelesytsia

Afternoon Shelby Chaos ⎢The Boys ⎢Dad!Tommy ⎢Mr. Giraffe — @teenwolf-theoriginals

Mama Bear — @dlmlufics

Arthur + Cards — @dlmlufics

Big Sister Bess — @dlmlufics

Escape to Me — @daisyblinder

GEN. PEAKY BLINDERS

The Proposal (Shelby!Reader) — @anonymooseforever007

TGM

COURT GENTRY/SIERRA SIX

Take a Nap Amidst the Storm — @lloydsbitch

Home — @welcome-to-my-multiverse

SIERRA SIX + LLOYD HANSEN

Ready for Destruction (Prologue) — @holylulusworld

STRANGER THINGS

JIM HOPPER

Handcuffed — @thisfanisgonesorry

Taking Control — @call-me-little-sunshine84

Workplace Gossip — @darling-i-read-it

Batch of Cookies — @sunnylands-world

Hopper x Sleepy!Reader — @ddejavvu

DBF!Hopper — @ddejavvu

Final Essay — @keerysteacake

Plain Old Man — @ddejavvu

Out of the Woods — @mypoisonedvine

DBF!Hopper — @empresskylo

[bubuslutty]

Love Language

pairing: frank castle x fem!reader x billy russo

word count: 1.7k

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

warning: none

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Then it was paintings.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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This was an open tag that looked fun.

2023 Character Wrapped

Pick your top 9 characters for the past year.

Besides Billy...the rest are in no particular order.

1. Billy Russo

He's been #1 for years. My favorite sociopath 🥰

2. Bucky Barnes

My obsession went into overdrive after The Falcon & Winter Soldier came out.

3. Matt Murdock

How can you not love Daredevil? 😘

4. Takeshi Kovacs

Grumpy Envoy.

5. Barbie

I've loved Barbie since I was little. Her houses. Her clothes. Her cars. The movie was full of nostalgia for me.

6. Scary Barbie

As a grown woman, I related to this bitch even more. Ugh! She was the real deal!!

7. Bumblebee

I'm not a fan of kids. But this year I've been obsessed...OBSESSED with this little girl and her family. Created by @angrythingstarlight for a Bucky Barnes mafia AU. I've read her posts & asks multiple times.

8. Sam Wilson

I love him. I do. His sense of humor. His honor. His smile and long lashes. His fucking guns! Look at him! 🤤😛

9. Steve Rogers

He's a good guy. Genuinely good for the sake of being good. And he's eye candy. 🤪💕

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"Blackbird to Robin, do you copy?" (Billy Russo x ofc)

Prologue

Words: 1532 Warnings: mentions of guns, the mafia, terrorists, mentions of past deaths, foul language. A/N: I'm silently dropping this prologue as a little teaser while I work on my other fics, hope you guys enjoy it ;) also please i do not have any affiliation with the mafia, this is pure fiction :'( Taglist: @badasseddy, @noortsshift

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Billy’s POV

Nobody talked while we waited. The vastly decorated conference room was far too large and exquisite for the four men who occupied the seats. We simply stared at each other, silent, calculating all the ways bones could break seemingly as an accident. I lay on the back of my chair, relaxed. The barrel of my gun poked my side, but I didn’t move. 

The door suddenly opened, and Richard Alcaide walked through it. He was smiling at us, but his tense shoulders revealed his true nature; he was fucking terrified.

‘Mr. Russo,’ he walked to me, his arms wide open. 

I stood up, fixing my suit as he welcomed me into a quick hug. 

None of his affections were real, that much we all knew. I could feel his arms slightly patting my back, an innocent gesture to the untrained eye, but I knew better. His fingers quickly grazed the rear sight of my gun, now dangerously close to falling down, but his hand didn’t shake. I too had glanced at the two holsters under his arms when he approached me, knowing he wouldn’t come unprotected. So had the two men sitting at the other end of the table, the spitting image of the man now walking to the other side of the room, sitting down at the head.

‘Thank you for coming, Billy,’ he started. There was hoarseness in his voice. It sounded tired, almost primitive. It was fitting for the man. ‘You’ll understand the secretive of the meeting,’ he looked almost relieved. But in his eyes, the ghost of fear was still present. 

‘Of course, Richard,’ my smile was wide. One second. Two seconds. Three seconds. Shift to the right. Shift to the left. Nod at them both. ‘Believe me, you and your family couldn’t be in better hands. Anvil is the world’s leading agency for a reason,’ smile again. Nod.

Richard Alcaide’s frown dropped and turned into an all too well-rehearsed demeanor. We were both doing it. 

‘And I thank you for it. Too many people have tried to come for my business before, but this…’ he paused. His index tapped the table, nervous, anxious. ‘This is different.’

I nodded, my face filled with a compassionate understanding I certainly didn’t feel. ‘The attacks were certainly too premeditated. I can pull a few strings, see what the FBI knows. I already have a few ideas about who’s behind the bombing, but it’s still essential that you remain in the city. Show that you’re not afraid.’

‘I am not afraid, Mr. Russo,’ Richard’s warning was hollow. He too knew he was alone.

‘Anvil will take care of everything. Our top agents are already securing the perimeter and this building. I will be supervising every operation under your watch, and even Mr. Castle here will ensure the protection of your family.’

One of the younger Alcaides laughed. The sight was wicked. His eyes were cruel, mocking.

‘This little guy over there?’ he pointed to Frank. He had been silent the entire ride, and his scowl had only gotten deeper the longer we waited for Richard to grace us with his presence, despite being the one to have called the meeting.

‘I can assure, Mr. Alcaide, that Mr. Castle is most capable of protecting everyone around him. Not only is he my best agent, but my closest friend too. There’s no one else I would trust with my life,’ I pressed my hand on his shoulder, a silent warning. 

Calm down.

Fuck off. 

I knew what his answer would be even without a single glance. Frank’s eyes were staring at Richard Alcaide hard. He hadn’t been too happy with his discreet cry for help, but even he couldn’t deny the important sum we would all get out of this.

I couldn’t care less about Richard Alcaide. All I cared about was his money. The city would certainly be better off without him and his puppets, but some other equally-stinking rat would soon rise to the top, only for the cycle to be repeated once again.

‘My entire family is at risk here, Mr. Russo. As you can understand, my top priority is them,’ Richard directed the attention back to him. Of course. ‘They have their own trusted guards for their protection.’

He didn’t like Frank. Only a few years ago, Frank had almost murdered him in his revenge, only for Homeland Security to show up seconds before he could pull the trigger. They had had some sort of truce these past months when I recruited Frank so he could bail prison. The Alcaides, despite knowing this, had reached out to me personally for help. 

It’s not like he can go to the police, Frank had joked.

Half the city has tried to kill him at least once, I had added. 

We had laughed immensely over it before accepting the offer, not without doubling the fee first.

Everybody in that room had every reason not to trust one another. But the danger was making the adrenaline pump hard and fast through my veins. Frank could deny it all he wanted, but he felt it too. The hunger, the thirst, the desire for action. War does that to you.

‘Is there anything we should now, Mr. Alcaide? As you can tell, I’d rather not send my men to certain death, if I can help it,’ I stared at him.

His enemies were many, and the search for the responsible for the latest crimes against him would be exhaustive. But no one could refuse Richard Alcaide. Not even me.

‘I know my name is well-known amongst the terrorists, but I have a hunch this is much more local. Probably a rival family. Maybe some unsatisfied customers. Fired ex-workers,’ he waved his hand around, pondering. But his fingers still shook, almost imperceptibly. ‘Power always comes at a price, Mr. Russo, and I’m willing to pay for it. But I need you to hold up your end of the deal.’

The three Alcaides had their gaze fixed on me. Their scrutiny did little to unnerve me. It wasn’t the first time I had made deals with the mafia, and I knew how to hold my ground. That’s what made me such a reliable customer.

I put my hands up in the air, my palms showing. I laughed softly. ‘An exchange’s an exchange. Now, let’s get down to business. Any idea where we could start?’

···

‘You sure about this?’ Frank asked once we were back at our office. 

A couple of workers remained at their desks, their eyes dropping slightly as they stared at the screens before them. Frank followed me into my office, crossing his arms as he stared at me, waiting for an answer.

I shrugged my shoulders casually while I took off my jacket, dusting it off slightly and placing it delicately on the back of my chair.

‘We need the ammo,’ I answered, rather simply. 

My body felt tired, despite having sat at my desk most of the day. I glanced at the clock on my desk, the time marking three in the early morning. The Alcaide way of doing business no one was to know.

‘But this is illegal,’ Frank protested. He didn’t move from his place.

‘I know.’

I didn’t know what else to say to him. I walked to the side, picked up two crystal-clear glasses, and filled them with scotch. I handed one to Frank, who took it with unsteady hands after looking down at it for a couple of seconds, debating whether to take it or not.

‘I hope you know what you’re doing with this, Billy. Something seems off,’ Frank downed his glass in one sitting. If the bitterness of the alcohol burned his throat, he didn’t show it.

‘Too calculated,’ I agreed. I took a small sip of my glass, looking at a fixed spot on the wall behind Frank.

‘Yeah.’

I know,’ I repeated with a smile. ‘I invented that. The small tremble of fingers. The shakiness of the voice. The rapid swallowing.’ I listed off the little quirks I had noticed about Richard. None of them existed before. And none of them were real, either.

‘Why are we doing this for, then?’ Frank asked once more, pouring himself another glass.

‘Because we also need the government on our side,’ I smirked.

‘We take the money and dip?’ Frank suddenly understood.

‘Imagine bringing down the Alcaide clan. We’ll be heroes,’ I took another sip. I enjoyed the burn. The fire in my stomach.

‘It’s a bit too late for that,’ Frank grinned in disbelief, downing his glass once more. ‘So, where to next?’

My smirk got wider, knowing Frank was in it for the ride. ‘Well, they mentioned a disinherited daughter… Maybe someone wants revenge on daddy,’ I joked.

Frank’s eyes widened. ‘I do remember some talk about that when I…’ he coughed. I nodded for him to continue. ‘Something to do with his wife’s death.’

His voice had gotten lower. It would forever remain a sensitive issue for him.

I drank the rest of my glass, setting it on the desk and retrieving my jacket. ‘Then we already know where to start.’

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Marvel One Shots - Full AU - Misc Characters x Reader

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An Eddie Brock x Reader dark fic, for @boxofbonesfic Spooktacular Smutfest (One shot)

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A Demon!Natasha x Reader dark fic for@syntheticavenger's 8K Spooky Challenge (One Shot)

Girls just wanna have fun🍆

No powers AU, Loki x female reader, for @sidepartskinnyjeans birthday celebrations

Whatever he wants 🍆

Mafia! Tony Stark x reader (Kinktober 2022 Day 22)

Mourning 😭🍑

Vampire!Wanda x Vampire!Reader

Diamonds and Ice 🌑🍆😭🩸

Mob Loki x Reader - for @the-slumberparty week 1 writer challenge

Let's delay our misery 😭🌶

Frank Castle x Reader - for @sweeterthanthis Bittersweet Symphony Challenge

Good things come 🥰🌶

Professor Billy Russo x College Reader

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Mistakes of the heart (Billy Russo x Reader)- Masterlist

Summary:

After fleeing New York due to the threats posed by your family’s heavy influences in the Mafia world, you return to the city years later, after things seemed to have quieted down.

 But what was supposed to be a simple trip back home, finds you torn between loyalty to your family, and love, when you fall for the enemy, Billy Russo. 

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

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Mise en Place - A "choose your own adventure" style fic - Part 3

Fandom: Punisher AU Rating: Mature Pairing: Billy Russo x OC Warnings: Dark!Fic, threats, murder, obsession, swearing, violence, blood, and likely more to be added... Summary: Nadine thought her biggest problem was helping to keep the restaurant she worked at afloat as the neighbourhood starts being bought out from under them. A chance meeting in an elevator with an old fling proves differently…

Notes: There's a lot of violence in this chapter. Heed the warnings. The last vote was a tie so I made the final call. Nadine...uses her knives to defend herself.

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Previously: “What are you doing in my house?” “Waiting for you, Nadine.” He grins and steps forward…. 

She doesn’t have a lot of options. The door is locked behind her and if she wants to open it, she would need to turn her back on him. She already knows that’s a bad idea.

“Me? Do we know each other?”

“We will,” he says. Her hand moves to her side, drawing out the wrapped cloth bundle from her tote. She grabs the handle that sticks out first. It’s her boning knife. It sits in her hand like an extension of herself. She drops the bundle back in the tote and puts it on the ground before kicking it out of the way. 

The man looks at it and laughs. With its long thin blade, it doesn’t look like much but she’s used it a thousand times taking apart different animals in her work. It’s familiar in a way that he isn’t. 

“Do you even know what to do with that, girl?” 

She shifts it in her hand, trying not to let the comment rankle. It shouldn’t surprise her. Many don’t know what it takes to reach her skill. She ignores the desire to snap back. He’s large and threatening and she reminds herself that he’s just another animal. She’s broken down many, dozens of times before. She’s not going to make this easy for him. Whatever he succeeds in taking from her will cost him.

“You’re a chef,” he says, trying to antagonize her. “What are you going to do? Mince me?” 

She shifts her weight, setting one foot slightly behind her. It seems to amuse him further. Nadine’s not stupid. She’s a single woman in the city and has always been seen as an easier target due to her size. She’s taken self-defence classes throughout her years at school. He knows her name. She wonders what else he knows about her. 

He lunges forward. 

She pivots on her heel, knife sliding against flesh as she moves out of his way. Blood splatters against the floor as he swears, his hand pressing against the sudden wound.

“Bitch!” 

She simply turns to face him. She can hear her instructor’s voice in her head: make good cuts, let the knife do the work. She’s not using a saw and should avoid the joints but there are other places to cut, ones that will maximize the damage she can do in the time she has to ensure he cannot attack. Tendons and large muscle groups, kidneys and liver. 

He strikes again. He’s not trying to get ahold of her, or do any serious damage.  It’s like he’s playing with her to draw this out. Fucker.

She doesn’t manage to avoid him this time, getting the breath knocked out of her sharply as she’s shoved back into the side table by her couch. She nearly goes toppling over it. She forces herself to breathe through the pain. Focus, she can practically hear her instructor say. Think about the step you’re on, not what comes next. The memory is burned into her from the repetition. 

She darts forward, ducking under his swing and swipes her knife up. It slides into the soft flesh of his armpit and she can feel it scrape across bone before she pulls it out. The man screams. 

It doesn’t stop him though and he uses the moment she needs to retrieve her knife to grab her hair. He yanks it back, taking her with it. She swings the knife down and away from her, catching him on the leg. It slips across and down his inner thigh. He lets go of her hair as he tries to put pressure on the wound. She scrambles back, kicking out and catching him hard in the knee. He falls as she gets to her feet, struggling to catch her breath as she watches the man curse, trying to pull himself away from her. 

How long until he bleeds out? She hit an artery based on the amount of blood that’s spreading around him. She’s never going to get her security deposit back now. She laughs a little, wondering if she might be in shock. Her head is swimming. She’s definitely bruised from where she hit that table. 

He’s still moaning. She’s never actually had to watch something die before. The animals she worked with were always dead first. Maybe she should call an ambulance…It would be easy, she thinks, to even disassemble the body herself but transporting it would be a pain and she still has no clue why he was here or if he was working alone. 

Either way, she needs help.

Where is her phone?

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Copycat: Genesis —(Marvel Fem!Oc)

A/N: I wanted Wade to be in more chapters and talk more but he’s a danger and I don’t trust myself with his power -Danny

Words: 2,020

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xxvi: White, Red, Blue, and Black

Kurt got to punch her after all, and she got to punch him back a few times as well. Wade videoed the process. "I'm going to play this at your Avenger's graduation ceremony," he said.

"You'll never be inside an Avenger's compound if we can help it," she put her cloak on.

"Why didn't you call Yelena instead of this clown?" Kurt seized a pair of handcuffs.

"I did," she let him put the handcuffs around her wrists. "Wade answered."

"I took her phone," the mercenary explained, unwrapping a lollipop and lifting his mask up a bit to eat it. "She was taking all of my employers."

"Well, if you were trustworthy they would hire you and not her."

"I meant she's killing them," Wade clarified.

"Oh," Kurt grabbed a second pair of handcuffs and Cat helped him put it on. "Have you considered working for the government? I mean it's basically the same as the mafia but at least they give you a retirement plan."

"Ha! I don't plan on retiring unless is to the lovely hands of Lady Death," Deadpool smirked. "Are you?"

"Not anytime soon," she nodded at his phone. "What did Russo say?"

"He's waiting," Wade laughed, he sounded a little crazy. "This will be fun."

"So you're like a good mercenary now, or..?" Kurt inquired, stepping closer to the man and handing him his blaster.

"He helps whoever likes best at the moment," Cat replied as Wade put their weapons in his Hello Kitty gym bag.

"She said you'd pay me with Stark Tech," Wade added as he towards the door.

"I never said that."

"Okay, one million's more than enough."

"I see why you're friends," Kurt teased her.

"I hate to say this, but quit the talking!" Wade left the lollipop in his mouth and turned to them. "Time to look unconscious."

Cat sighed. "The dumbest plans are always a success, the dumbest plans are always a success..." She muttered, allowing Wade to carry her over his shoulder.

"Coming through!" Wade was making a show of himself, swinging the bodies as he walked into the villa. "Where is my pretty boy, Krueger? I got his chew toys!"

Cat heard a guard speaking through his coms, someone approached and took her vitals. She kept her eyes closed, dangling like a ragdoll. "The babies are napping," Wade continued. "This one was already blue when I found him."

"Let him through," a voice ordered.

"Thanks! I'll take a Dr. Pepper on the rocks. Send my dinner upstairs, Alfred."

Someone muttered just how much they hated Wade, but she was thankful for his presence, the louder he was, the less they would pay attention to her and Kurt. Deadpool took them to the second floor, and then to the office on that level.

"Hi, boss, has anyone told you how ravishing you look this evening?"

"For once keep your mouth shut, Wilson," the man replied rudely. "Let me see them."

Wade threw them onto the carpet. "She doesn't look like the Gorgon I remember, but Bob said she was..."

Russo rolled her sideways to examine her face. "Those scars... I did those."

"Cute," Wade said indifferently. "I'll take cash."

Russo got up again. "Over here..."

Cat felt Kurt stirring and she kicked him lightly, they had to wait. She heard Billy shuffling a few papers, then gave Wade a thick envelope. Wade weighed it on his palm and turned to leave. "Later, handsome!"

The mutants heard Russo grabbing something else as Wade walked out and closed the door behind him. A familiar beeping echoed and ignited the fly-or-flight reaction in her. Cat's eyes snapped open and she kicked the inhibitor out of Russo's hand as he crouched over her.

She teleported and hit his head, Kurt teleported to the door and opened it, Wade had just stabbed the guard standing outside. The mercenary cut Kurt's handcuffs in one quick action and tossed the blaster at him.

The guards downstairs heard the commotion and called for backup, running up the steps in Wade and Kurt's direction. Wade grasped his katanas and went to town, Kurt closed the door again and approached her and Billy, both of them still fighting, and held his blaster up with a menacing air.

"You're coming with us."

Billy reached for an ashtray on his desk and tossed it. Kurt dodged it and struck Russo in the face with the butt of his gun. Cat broke her handcuffs in half, they could hear men arriving at the scene outside the office. Wade was clearing their path of escape by cutting off limbs and impaling torsos.

She seized her spear and split it, turning on the taser mode. "You got new toys?" Billy laughed dryly. "Kraven will have fun with them."

"He's not here to help you now, so I guess I'll have my fun with you," she snarled.

Billy seized the gun on his belt and she hit his wrist with one of her batons, the touch shocked him, but it wasn't enough to take him out. Cat seized him by the throat and dragged him to the ground, Kurt kicked the door open and lifted his blaster ready to shoot whoever got in their way.

"You belong to me!" Billy barked at her wildly, and her eyes flared up with anger.

"Who does, William?" She kicked his face. As she did she shifted so her hair changed from silver to red. "Katrina?"

She didn't know how many men Russo had, but she guessed it had to be more than a hundred, and they would continue to come the more time they spent in that place. She picked the man up and pushed him towards the door, Kurt and Wade were already halfway down the stairs, trying to take down Russo's men.

She tried to kick him again but Russo stopped her foot and pulled it forward, she stumbled but punched his jaw as she went. "Who belongs to you, Billy?" She pressed in outrage, once again shifting to her original looks with brown curls and dark eyes. "C.C. or Cat? Copycat and the Gorgon? Who is it?"

"Call Kraven!" Billy shouted to his minions. "Tell him they're here!"

"You've been waiting for me?" She pushed forward driving him to almost topple over the railing of the second floor. "Missed me much?"

"Ardently," he sneered, trying to regain his footing. "Couldn't wait to gauge your eyes out myself."

She growled, quickly passing the sharp edge of her baton over his thigh, he was still strong enough not to cry out in pain. The fight had moved to the lower floor, where Deadpool was taking most men by himself. Kurt was shooting here and there, they hadn't brought ammunition for the blaster, so he was keeping count.

Russo kicked her, he hit her shin, and when she doubled he elbowed her, slipping away from her. He jumped at Kurt and they both fell down the stairs, it wasn't a hard fall, but Kurt landed on his back, and his gun slipped out.

Russo tried to take the blaster, but Cat threw one half of her spear and pierced his hand with it, she pinned it to the ground. He shrieked in pain and anger, seizing her weapon and pulling it out. Kurt rolled over, punching the man in the process, he crawled away and teleported. Two men ran in their direction shooting like crazy, and Kurt showed up behind them and took their guns.

Cat summoned the spear's half by pressing a button on the one baton she still had in her possession, the half flew to her the whole thing stuck back together, forming the spear again. She jumped off the railing in front of Russo, who had Kurt's blaster and was now shooting at her. Cat covered herself with the jaguar cloak, and a blast of light coming from her right shot the weapon out of Billy's grip, Wade was using her blaster.

"GET OUT!"

As he ran out of sight he tossed her the gun and she caught it. Russo saw a glimpse of the logo on her back as she pushed the cloak back in place, and he laughed cynically. "An Avenger? Is that what you think you are?"

"What I am is none of your business," Cat said, returning to her mutant looks. She pointed at his face with the blaster, then pressed something in her gun and a blueish light ignited from a side. "None of me belongs to you."

"If my people in New York don't hear from me, Mr. Keener will die."

"I don't negotiate with terrorists," she shrunk her spear and hung it on her belt. "Where is Kraven?"

Russo pressed something in the inner pocket of his suit, explosions came from every corner of the house and threw her and Russo out through the wide windows behind her. Cat's suit and cloak protected her from the blast and shielded her from falling on the rough pavement. Kurt teleported mid-blast and he was now over her, checking her vitals.

"Mimi—"

"I'm fine," she coughed out a bit of blood but it wasn't serious, she'd bit her tongue. Cat squirmed at the taste. "Jerk had a proper welcome ready for us..."

"Wade's inside—" he said frantically. Cat laughed, then coughed again and responded. "He'll be fine."

"The whole place fell down on him!" he insisted.

"He'll get over it," she spat out blood before pushing him away. "Don't lose Russo."

The aforementioned man was stumbling towards a vehicle, she had to admit he was resilient. Kurt picked up her blaster and shot two times at the car, ruining its tires. He lifted the blaster a third time, but Cat pushed the blaster back down.

"Wait," she said, weirdly quiet. "Let me have this."

Kurt nodded. "I'll look for Deadpool."

She took the blaster from him. "Be careful."

Cat got up and walked towards the man, Russo was trying to get away as fast as possible as injured as he was. She drew out her spear again and without a second thought, she extended it, turned on the blades, and flung it to the man's leg. Russo screamed in pain and tried to pull it out, but it had gone too deep, it had pierced through and stuck to the pavement.

He looked back at her, pale and sweaty, there was nothing left of the handsome man he'd once been. Cat raised her blaster and pressed the button on the side once more, then pulled the trigger. A projectile came out, but it didn't pierce Russo's skin, instead, it wrapped around his throat releasing a discharge strong enough to make him kneel, ripping the muscle where the spear had cut through.

"Not nice, is it?" She got to him and shrunk her spear to release him. "I know."

Cat shot him again, this time aiming at his crotch. Russo fell with foam coming out of his mouth, she looked at the scene with a crooked grin. His suit was torn apart and covered in blood, dirt, and sweat, it was a gross sight. She could even smell a bit of urine after the shock on his crotch.

"Here's what's going to happen, Willy," she crouched, pulling the wire off his neck roughly. "You'll tell New York to drop the mission, and then..." she pressed the blaster's barrel against his left eyelid. "You'll give me Kraven."

He stammered, eyes red, and nose bleeding. "He-He'll kill you before you can g-get to him."

Cat pressed the blaster tighter against his face. "I would love to kill you..." she grabbed him like he used to do to her, squeezing his face tightly with one hand, her claws making him bleed. "But that would give the impression that I fear what'll happen if I let you live."

The mutant pulled the gun out of the way, hung it back under her cloak, and stared at him with cold eyes. "I'm not afraid of you," she held onto his face tighter, and blood flowed slowly down her fingers. "I'll kill Kraven, and you... what's that thing you said to me before?"

The mutant grabbed her baton while still holding him in place and pressed the taser against his ribcage, she let go of him and turned the weapon on to its highest level. Billy Russo let out a contained scream, his jaw too tense to let out proper noise. He fell, barely conscious.

"Justice at last," Cat's gaze was hungry. "I won."

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WIP Tag Game

Thank you for tagging me @kayhi808 and for saying you enjoy my work🥺 this took forever because turns out I have a lot of fics in my mind only… anyway.

PONY - Stalker!Billy Russo x F!reader. COMPLETE.

HONEY & WINE (PONY 2) - Stalker!Billy Russo x F!reader. 2 chapters in (2/10).

GUNPOWDER GAMES - Mafia!Billy Russo x F!reader. 2/35 (?).

EXES PAST - Obsessive!Billy Russo x F!reader. 2 posted out of 6.

WILDEST DREAMS - RegencyEra! Billy Russo x F!reader. I have this fic all planed but as of right now it’s just an idea.

START A WAR - General Kirigan x F!reader. Royal AU 4 chapters written.

UNTITLED - Handy man!Billy Russo x F!reader. 5 chapters written but quality is debatable.

UNTITLED - Singer!Billy x F! Reader. 2 chapters written.

Feel free to ask about any of these, don’t mean to sound cryptic I just literally have ideas all the time and forget to write them lol