Aleksander Morozova / General Kirigan x gender neutral!Reader / 18+ / smut & fluff & little bit of angst
Icarus
Billy Russo x Marine!Reader / 18+ / angst, fluff, smut
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Andrew Garfield x Actress!Reader / fluff
Opening Night
Andrew Garfield x reader / 18+ / fluff
Sick
Billy Russo x reader / 18+ / smut, fluff
Jealous
Billy Russo x reader / 18+ / smut, enemies to lover
Revenge
Billy Russo x reader / angst
Guidelines
Request are open
You can request anything you want, fluff / smut / angst, keep in mind I'll decide what to write based on what I'm comfortable with
For now, since I'm new to writing, I prefer writing short stories or drabbles
I write for Ben Barnes's characters, Andrew Garfield / TASM!Peter Parker, most of MCU characters, Chris Evans's characters, Sebastian Stan's characters, The Witcher (TVshow), Shadow and Bone (TVshow)
Please be kind and patient, do not share my works anywhere, reblogs and comments are well appreciated, just be polite with your opinions đ„°
This is a little something that popped in my head while listening to âRevengeâ. Probably doesn't make much sense but yea
There was nothing Billy loved more than his wealth. The pride that came with all his prized possession was unparalleled, and he wouldnât trade it for the world.
The jealousy on the valetâs faces when they parked his car, his employees looking up at him in awe, the feeling that warmed his chest knowing how much his mother was now regretting abandoning him, cause heâd given her anything that she ever wanted, if sheâd just wanted him.Â
Billy Russo never experienced love growing up. He knew kindness, but he learned at a very young age that most people used it just to get something in return. He quickly found out he could literally buy peopleâs love, and that the void he felt in his heart could be temporarily filled by his partnerâs attention.Â
This first started to change when he met Frank; Billy deeply cared for him, he would have given his life for him back in the days, and the Castles became the closest thing to a family he ever had. But what was more important for him? The family that calmed the ache given by the neglect of his mother, or the money that satisfied his greed? The needle kept swinging between the two for years. Until he met you.Â
The moment Billy Russo realized he was in love with you was the moment he realized he would give up everything heâs worked for just to be truly loved by you, just to feel your tender touch on his skin and your warm body pressed against his.Â
He knew it was not easy being with him; he was not good at sharing and he bottled up all his emotions, cause he was sure he would scare you away. But you were patient, and you soothed his soul with gentle words and honesty even when he told you all the shady things heâs done and what he wouldnât do for money. He knew he didnât deserve forgiveness, but he was trying to be a better man for you. He also knew he didnât deserve you, but heâs always been a selfish bastard and he would have done anything to have you in his life.Â
It took Billy some time to understand that he not only loved how you made him feel - wanted and cared for - but he loved every single thing about you. He loved your compassion, he loved waking up next to you, smiling as you scrunch your nose when he kissed your face, he loved coming home to you, watching you move around his kitchen while you cooked dinner.Â
Looking at your eyes filled with tears as he explained that his next mission was killing the Castles was the hardest thing Billy has ever done. For the six months youâve been officially together, Rawlins never required Billyâs services, and he knew leaving Rawlinâs business was not an option, not alive at least. So he stalled, for as long as he could, promising you he was gonna find a way to get out of it, alive and clean.Â
So when the call arrived, he knew what was gonna come next, he was ready to kill Orange and be the man you deserved.Â
What Billy was not prepared for was the weight of your cold body in his arm as he screams, his bloodied hand stroking your cheek as he sobs. Heâs kneeling down, your head resting on his leg as your lifeless eyes look up at his ceiling. He leans down to touch your forehead with his, a stream of âIâm sorryâ leaving his mouth as his tears soak your face. Â
He knows killing Rawlins wouldnât ease the pain in his chest, but watching life drain from his now unrecognizable body surely helps. Deep down, he knows revenge wonât bring peace to him, but it soothes his soul for some time, and thatâs all he needs before he sees you again.Â
Iâve dug two graves for us my dear
Canât pretend that I was perfect leavinâ you in fear
Warnings : smut, enemies to lovers, Billy being a dick, slightly manipulative and dark Billy, but very little, possessive Billy, slight pubblic sex, swearing, unprotected sex, oral (f)Â
18+, minors do not interact!
A huge thank you to @whor-3-crux for sending me this request and making me dream about enemies to lovers with Billy Russo đ„°
Being a woman in a man dominated field has always been difficult, but your father made it a lot easier. Even if you were his first and only child, he never forced you to take over the family business, you joined voluntarily, loving it more than your dad could ever imagine.Â
Your firm has always been the strongest and most respected company in New York, providing military and personal security services all around the states.Â
Things started to change when Billy Russo entered the scene. Your father was not worried when he heard about an ex-marine founding his new business, believing it was destined to end as quick as it started; he never thought the military to be smart enough to become competition, but he was wrong. Billy proved himself to be brilliant and capable, and his connection as an ex-marine came in handy, providing him with a bunch of skilled ex soldiers working for him. His past as a marine was impressive, 134 confirmed kills and 3 tours in Iraq, but that was not what made Anvil so successful; Billy was charming and he gained buyersâ trust easily.Â
For the first couple of years he mostly worked in Iraq and Afghanistan. But then he started renting facilities to Homeland, getting more and more private contracts in New York. You really started worrying when you met him during a convention; he was so charismatic, so passionate and determined in getting what he wanted, and that made you realize just how dangerous he was.
He walked to you with a big smirk, his hand shaking yours first, and then your fatherâs. He knew who you were and he was never disrespectful; he was arrogant, demanding, pompous and vain, but never disrespectful. He always listened carefully during your presentations, he saw you as a real threat, and deep down he even admired you.Â
When you received the call inviting you and your father at the inauguration of Billyâs new facility you were feral. âItâs normal business courtesy, my dear, we always do the same.â Thatâs what your dad told you, along with âYouâre gonna have to attend alone, Iâll be in Chicago that day.â You internally pouted and whined for the entire week; you didnât want to confront him alone. He was more reverential with your dad, an old habit from the marine to respect the elderly, but when you were alone he was unbearable. Smitten, trying to gain every drop of information he could, casually mentioning every little success he had.
But the public image of a company was definitely crucial, and your father didnât want him to think you were rude, or worse afraid, so here you are now, sitting in the first line, spotting Billy and his partner Frank standing next to each other before walking up the stage. He always looked so confident and calm, his hair perfectly styled back, his figure tall and dominant in those tailored suits.
He liked to be the center of attention, he was comfortable and bold while speaking in front of all those people, and he had everyone hanging on his words.Â
You hated him, he was a pain in your ass, a threat for your family business, a cocky bastard that took every chance he had to tease you and overpower you, but oh if you loved his voice. It felt like velvet, smooth and captivating, you could listen to him for hours. He was also the most attractive man youâve ever met, which made this whole hating him thing very difficult.Â
Youâre now standing next to the catering, chatting with Patrick. You were ready to leave as soon as the presentation ended when he approached you; youâve known each other for a couple of years, heâs the son of one of your dadâs dearest friends and heâs now taking over the company, specialized in bulletproof vests. Your relationship was not only strictly professional, he was a dear friend. He understood how difficult it was to be taken seriously by older people, even when you had experience and knowledge.Â
Heâs laughing at your whispered comment about Mr. Brown falling asleep and snoring during the speech, his hand on your shoulder as he tries to compose himself, when you hear someone clearing their throat behind you. You slowly turn, meeting Billyâs dark eyes.Â
âY/L/N, so glad you made it. You all alone?â he smiles, his gaze moving between you and Patrick.
âMy father couldnât make it today, but i know how to find companyâ you smile tightly as you gesture towards the tall man at your side.Â
âPatrick Jensen, from Jensen Enterprise. Pleasure to meet youâ Billy shakes his hand, staring at him âYes, I know how you are, the pleasure is all mineâÂ
Mr. Jensen calls his son, smiling kindly at you from a couple of feet away as he chatters with possible buyers. Patrick excuses himself before leaving you alone with Billy.
âI didnât know your contract with Jensen included fucking each other, your dads must be so proudâ your eyes widen at his comment. Russo is a dick, but heâs never been so personal and offensive. Youâre taken aback for a moment, before looking up at him.
âI didnât know your contract with Homeland included you fucking Madami, you must be so proud of yourself.â you smile at him, leaving your flute on the table behind you before walking away.Â
You envied Madami, she was confident, strong, sure of her potential. And she was hot, probably the hottest woman youâve ever met, so you were not surprised when you spotted her and Billy out in a pub a couple of weeks before. You knew part of your jealousy towards her was because she was sleeping with Billy, something you deep down craved but that you never had the courage to admit yourself.Â
You join Patrick and his dad, shaking hands and forcing smiles to the men in front of you. This is definitely the worst part of your job; youâve never been a peopleâs person, youâre more the type to watch the training session, or even to stay in the office, going through buyers and sellers to find the best offer. But this, this whole circus of false smiles was never something you liked. So you feel exhausted when you meet Patrick in the closet, thanking him when he keeps your coat open for you. You slide in it, hugging him goodbye when you move back to take your purse.Â
Youâre suddenly dragged into an empty room, your wrists above your head as your back slams against the wall. You yelp in pain, your leg up to kick at the aggressor but Billyâs hand is quick to stop your knee from colliding with his stomach.
âPretty feisty I seeâ he smirks âItâs very rude to fuck at someone elseâs convention, donât you think? Also, I thought you had better tasteâ
âYou are completely out of your mind, Russo. Who I fuck is not your business, so let go of meâÂ
He smirks, releasing your wrists, his hands moving down the sides of your body, trapping you between the wall and his hard chest.Â
âGot a pretty mouth on you, mh?â he leans closer, his hands brushing your waist through your coat âYou were gonna leave without saying goodbye to the host? So rude darlingâ he grins, slightly shaking his head as he looks down at you.
âGoodbyeâ you huff, pushing his arm away and walking to the door. He grabs your hips, bringing you back against his body, pressing hard against you.
âDonât think this is a proper goodbyeâ he whispers against your ear, making you shiver âBeen trying to get some alone time with you for months. But youâre always at your dadâs side, arenât you? And now that heâs not here, that Jensen guy has the gut to have his hands all over youâ his nose brushes against your neck, a quiet moan leaving your mouth as he kisses your sweet spot.Â
You snap out of your trance, moving away from his body and turning back to look up at him.
âWhat the hell are you doing? This is unbelievable.â you scoff, a nervous smile forming on your lips as you step back âI donât care if your cute Homeland agent is not here to warm your dick, leave me aloneâÂ
His brows raise as he slightly moves his chin up, looking at you with a smirk. âYou jealous, little one? A little bit hypocrite of you to care about who I sleep with when youâve been hooking up with that blonde, up thight assh-â you cut him off, raising your voice âI didnât have sex with Patrick, stop saying that!âÂ
Heâs leaning closer, pushing you back against the wall with a smirk âWhat was that, pretty girl?âÂ
âI said I didnât sleep with Patrick, weâre just friends.â you say, your voice softer as you look down at your shoes. He hums, uttering a âgood girlâ before moving his face closer to yours. You clench at his words, freezed in your spot as he brushes his nose against your jaw. âBeen planning this for months. I had to hack into your dadâs agenda to find a date when he was gonna leave town so I could get you all for myself. Youâve been playing very difficult to get, little oneâ heâs trailing kisses down your neck as he speaks. Youâre weak on your legs, gripping his jacket tight to keep your balance.
He hacked into your father's personal agenda, you know your company has a better security system but you still wonder if he got his hands on other files. You should be worried, you should push him away and run home, but his words only make you shiver in anticipation, your heart racing as his sweet, smooth voice embraces you.Â
âThe first time I saw you I thought you were the most beautiful creature Iâve ever seen. But when you got on stage and presented your new project I got so hard I had to jerk myself in the bathroom.â he grunts, his hands moving up your shoulders to slide your coat off as you move your fingers under his jacket, brushing against his shirt. âSuch a smart little thing, arenât you? Canât wait for you to be mine, weâll be unstoppable togetherâÂ
His mouth works wonders on your skin, making your panties dump in a matter of seconds as you clench his shirt into your fists, bringing him closer. âBillyâŠâÂ
âMh? Youâre gonna be a good girl and let me have a taste of this sweet cunt?â
You canât help the loud moan that escapes your mouth, and youâd be embarrassed by it if you werenât so focused on his hot body against yours. You nod slightly, moving your face up to meet his as he moves back. He smirks, his hand cupping your cheek as his thumb brushes against your bottom lip.
âIâve been wanting you for so long. I wanted to do this properly, taking you out, courting you as you deserve. But I got so fucking mad when I saw those prickâs hands on you. Youâre mineâ he groans before leaning down to finally brush his lips against yours.
Heâs impressively delicate, kissing your bottom lip and gently tugging at it before sliding his tongue into your mouth, claiming you hungrily.Â
You feel drunk, his smell making your head dizzy, his mouth taking away every last bit of resistance in your body before you let yourself go. You lean up against him, your fingers brushing up his neck, nails scratching his skin and making him moan into your mouth. You kiss him back fervently as he bends down slightly and moves his hands on the back of your thighs, picking you up. He moves around, settling you down on a desk as you start unbuttoning his shirt. He moves his face back, smirking against your lips as you pout, his hands sliding up and down your legs till he reaches the zip of your skirt. He kisses you one last time before bending down, a peck on your knee as he throws your skirt away.Â
You try to close your legs, embarrassed by the way you just wet your panties but he keeps them open, his eyes dark as he looks down at you, leaning to kiss your navel through the lace, moaning loudly.Â
âSo fucking wet for me, look at her. Been wanting me too, darling? Dreamed about fucking me in my office?â he smirks, leaving another kiss to your clothed clit when you nod, your cheeks red as you bite your lip.Â
âSuch a good girlâ he groans, pushing the fabric away, pulling you closer, your ass against the edge of his desk as he moves your legs on his shoulders. He looks up at you, his eyes dark as he waits for your consent, and you nod again. âWords, darlingâ he chuckles, his thumb brushing against your thigh.Â
âPlease Billy, I want you.â you whimper. Itâs the only reassurance he needs before he spits on your clit, wrapping his mouth around it as you moan loudly, your hand in his hair to keep him close.Â
He eats at your pussy like a man starved, his long, thick fingers teasing at your entrance as he sucks on your bud, making you clench your legs around his head.Â
Youâre a moaning mess, bucking your hips against his face as he pushes two long digits inside of you, curling them till he finds your sweet spot, making you cry. âRight there, little girl?â heâs smirking, his face wet from your juices. Heâs so fucking proud of himself when he has you cumming and clenching around him, his fingers pushing deep inside you as he opens you up. He keeps lapping at your cunt till you push him away, overstimulated, and his eyes lock with yours as he grins, kissing your leg before standing back up. He keeps his fingers inside you, slightly curling them, and he kisses you hard, making you moan as you taste yourself on his lips.Â
You keep him close by his hair, your legs wrapping around his hips as you push him against your body. He moves his hands away from your pussy, making you whimper as he starts unbuttoning his pants, pushing them down in one single motion. You reach down to wrap your hand around his cock, gasping against his mouth as you start jerking him. âBigâ you whimper, your thumb sliding against his tip before you bring it up to your lips, moaning at his taste.Â
His eyes are dark on you, feral as he claims your mouth again, stroking himself briefly before pushing inside you, your eyes locked together as you both moan loudly.
âMineâ he growls, moving his mouth on your shoulder, biting down slightly as he starts rocking into you, slow hard thrust pushing you against the cold glass of his desk. You move your hands under his open shirt, scratching at his torso as you moan.Â
Billy groans louder, his pace picking up as you start marking his skin. His mouth is back on yours, swallowing every sounds coming out of you as he fucks harder into you.Â
âSo good for me, little one. All mineâ he moves his thumb between your bodies, circling your clit slowly, grinning as you clench around him, spasming and moaning through your orgasm. Heâs following you soon after, his mouth sucking at your neck as he thrust a couple of times inside you before filling you up.Â
Youâre both panting, trying to catch your breath. You stay like this for a couple of minutes before he moves his face away from your neck, looking down at you with a boyish smile.Â
Heyy! I saw that you are writing again and it's so nice to hear that you are feeling better!! I have a (smutty) request and I would love for you to write it (if you're comfortable with it ofc). Basically I'm such a whore for possessive Billy Russo so anything with him is welcome but I would love an enemies to lovers where they secretly want each other so bad but are to stubborn to admit it. But one day it all changes when one of them gets jealous and makes a move. You can add and change it ofc! Ps. I love the petnames: darling, pretty girl, little girl/one :) Thank youu x
Hello darling! Thanks for the kind words đ„°
It took me more than I thought, but I loved this request!
I hope you like it đ€
Warnings : smut, enemies to lovers, Billy being a dick, slightly manipulative and dark Billy, but very little, possessive Billy, slight pubblic sex, swearing, unprotected sex, oral (f)Â
18+, minors do not interact!
A huge thank you to @whor-3-crux for sending me this request and making me dream about enemies to lovers with Billy Russo đ„°
Being a woman in a man dominated field has always been difficult, but your father made it a lot easier. Even if you were his first and only child, he never forced you to take over the family business, you joined voluntarily, loving it more than your dad could ever imagine.Â
Your firm has always been the strongest and most respected company in New York, providing military and personal security services all around the states.Â
Things started to change when Billy Russo entered the scene. Your father was not worried when he heard about an ex-marine founding his new business, believing it was destined to end as quick as it started; he never thought the military to be smart enough to become competition, but he was wrong. Billy proved himself to be brilliant and capable, and his connection as an ex-marine came in handy, providing him with a bunch of skilled ex soldiers working for him. His past as a marine was impressive, 134 confirmed kills and 3 tours in Iraq, but that was not what made Anvil so successful; Billy was charming and he gained buyersâ trust easily.Â
For the first couple of years he mostly worked in Iraq and Afghanistan. But then he started renting facilities to Homeland, getting more and more private contracts in New York. You really started worrying when you met him during a convention; he was so charismatic, so passionate and determined in getting what he wanted, and that made you realize just how dangerous he was.
He walked to you with a big smirk, his hand shaking yours first, and then your fatherâs. He knew who you were and he was never disrespectful; he was arrogant, demanding, pompous and vain, but never disrespectful. He always listened carefully during your presentations, he saw you as a real threat, and deep down he even admired you.Â
When you received the call inviting you and your father at the inauguration of Billyâs new facility you were feral. âItâs normal business courtesy, my dear, we always do the same.â Thatâs what your dad told you, along with âYouâre gonna have to attend alone, Iâll be in Chicago that day.â You internally pouted and whined for the entire week; you didnât want to confront him alone. He was more reverential with your dad, an old habit from the marine to respect the elderly, but when you were alone he was unbearable. Smitten, trying to gain every drop of information he could, casually mentioning every little success he had.
But the public image of a company was definitely crucial, and your father didnât want him to think you were rude, or worse afraid, so here you are now, sitting in the first line, spotting Billy and his partner Frank standing next to each other before walking up the stage. He always looked so confident and calm, his hair perfectly styled back, his figure tall and dominant in those tailored suits.
He liked to be the center of attention, he was comfortable and bold while speaking in front of all those people, and he had everyone hanging on his words.Â
You hated him, he was a pain in your ass, a threat for your family business, a cocky bastard that took every chance he had to tease you and overpower you, but oh if you loved his voice. It felt like velvet, smooth and captivating, you could listen to him for hours. He was also the most attractive man youâve ever met, which made this whole hating him thing very difficult.Â
Youâre now standing next to the catering, chatting with Patrick. You were ready to leave as soon as the presentation ended when he approached you; youâve known each other for a couple of years, heâs the son of one of your dadâs dearest friends and heâs now taking over the company, specialized in bulletproof vests. Your relationship was not only strictly professional, he was a dear friend. He understood how difficult it was to be taken seriously by older people, even when you had experience and knowledge.Â
Heâs laughing at your whispered comment about Mr. Brown falling asleep and snoring during the speech, his hand on your shoulder as he tries to compose himself, when you hear someone clearing their throat behind you. You slowly turn, meeting Billyâs dark eyes.Â
âY/L/N, so glad you made it. You all alone?â he smiles, his gaze moving between you and Patrick.
âMy father couldnât make it today, but i know how to find companyâ you smile tightly as you gesture towards the tall man at your side.Â
âPatrick Jensen, from Jensen Enterprise. Pleasure to meet youâ Billy shakes his hand, staring at him âYes, I know how you are, the pleasure is all mineâÂ
Mr. Jensen calls his son, smiling kindly at you from a couple of feet away as he chatters with possible buyers. Patrick excuses himself before leaving you alone with Billy.
âI didnât know your contract with Jensen included fucking each other, your dads must be so proudâ your eyes widen at his comment. Russo is a dick, but heâs never been so personal and offensive. Youâre taken aback for a moment, before looking up at him.
âI didnât know your contract with Homeland included you fucking Madami, you must be so proud of yourself.â you smile at him, leaving your flute on the table behind you before walking away.Â
You envied Madami, she was confident, strong, sure of her potential. And she was hot, probably the hottest woman youâve ever met, so you were not surprised when you spotted her and Billy out in a pub a couple of weeks before. You knew part of your jealousy towards her was because she was sleeping with Billy, something you deep down craved but that you never had the courage to admit yourself.Â
You join Patrick and his dad, shaking hands and forcing smiles to the men in front of you. This is definitely the worst part of your job; youâve never been a peopleâs person, youâre more the type to watch the training session, or even to stay in the office, going through buyers and sellers to find the best offer. But this, this whole circus of false smiles was never something you liked. So you feel exhausted when you meet Patrick in the closet, thanking him when he keeps your coat open for you. You slide in it, hugging him goodbye when you move back to take your purse.Â
Youâre suddenly dragged into an empty room, your wrists above your head as your back slams against the wall. You yelp in pain, your leg up to kick at the aggressor but Billyâs hand is quick to stop your knee from colliding with his stomach.
âPretty feisty I seeâ he smirks âItâs very rude to fuck at someone elseâs convention, donât you think? Also, I thought you had better tasteâ
âYou are completely out of your mind, Russo. Who I fuck is not your business, so let go of meâÂ
He smirks, releasing your wrists, his hands moving down the sides of your body, trapping you between the wall and his hard chest.Â
âGot a pretty mouth on you, mh?â he leans closer, his hands brushing your waist through your coat âYou were gonna leave without saying goodbye to the host? So rude darlingâ he grins, slightly shaking his head as he looks down at you.
âGoodbyeâ you huff, pushing his arm away and walking to the door. He grabs your hips, bringing you back against his body, pressing hard against you.
âDonât think this is a proper goodbyeâ he whispers against your ear, making you shiver âBeen trying to get some alone time with you for months. But youâre always at your dadâs side, arenât you? And now that heâs not here, that Jensen guy has the gut to have his hands all over youâ his nose brushes against your neck, a quiet moan leaving your mouth as he kisses your sweet spot.Â
You snap out of your trance, moving away from his body and turning back to look up at him.
âWhat the hell are you doing? This is unbelievable.â you scoff, a nervous smile forming on your lips as you step back âI donât care if your cute Homeland agent is not here to warm your dick, leave me aloneâÂ
His brows raise as he slightly moves his chin up, looking at you with a smirk. âYou jealous, little one? A little bit hypocrite of you to care about who I sleep with when youâve been hooking up with that blonde, up thight assh-â you cut him off, raising your voice âI didnât have sex with Patrick, stop saying that!âÂ
Heâs leaning closer, pushing you back against the wall with a smirk âWhat was that, pretty girl?âÂ
âI said I didnât sleep with Patrick, weâre just friends.â you say, your voice softer as you look down at your shoes. He hums, uttering a âgood girlâ before moving his face closer to yours. You clench at his words, freezed in your spot as he brushes his nose against your jaw. âBeen planning this for months. I had to hack into your dadâs agenda to find a date when he was gonna leave town so I could get you all for myself. Youâve been playing very difficult to get, little oneâ heâs trailing kisses down your neck as he speaks. Youâre weak on your legs, gripping his jacket tight to keep your balance.
He hacked into your father's personal agenda, you know your company has a better security system but you still wonder if he got his hands on other files. You should be worried, you should push him away and run home, but his words only make you shiver in anticipation, your heart racing as his sweet, smooth voice embraces you.Â
âThe first time I saw you I thought you were the most beautiful creature Iâve ever seen. But when you got on stage and presented your new project I got so hard I had to jerk myself in the bathroom.â he grunts, his hands moving up your shoulders to slide your coat off as you move your fingers under his jacket, brushing against his shirt. âSuch a smart little thing, arenât you? Canât wait for you to be mine, weâll be unstoppable togetherâÂ
His mouth works wonders on your skin, making your panties dump in a matter of seconds as you clench his shirt into your fists, bringing him closer. âBillyâŠâÂ
âMh? Youâre gonna be a good girl and let me have a taste of this sweet cunt?â
You canât help the loud moan that escapes your mouth, and youâd be embarrassed by it if you werenât so focused on his hot body against yours. You nod slightly, moving your face up to meet his as he moves back. He smirks, his hand cupping your cheek as his thumb brushes against your bottom lip.
âIâve been wanting you for so long. I wanted to do this properly, taking you out, courting you as you deserve. But I got so fucking mad when I saw those prickâs hands on you. Youâre mineâ he groans before leaning down to finally brush his lips against yours.
Heâs impressively delicate, kissing your bottom lip and gently tugging at it before sliding his tongue into your mouth, claiming you hungrily.Â
You feel drunk, his smell making your head dizzy, his mouth taking away every last bit of resistance in your body before you let yourself go. You lean up against him, your fingers brushing up his neck, nails scratching his skin and making him moan into your mouth. You kiss him back fervently as he bends down slightly and moves his hands on the back of your thighs, picking you up. He moves around, settling you down on a desk as you start unbuttoning his shirt. He moves his face back, smirking against your lips as you pout, his hands sliding up and down your legs till he reaches the zip of your skirt. He kisses you one last time before bending down, a peck on your knee as he throws your skirt away.Â
You try to close your legs, embarrassed by the way you just wet your panties but he keeps them open, his eyes dark as he looks down at you, leaning to kiss your navel through the lace, moaning loudly.Â
âSo fucking wet for me, look at her. Been wanting me too, darling? Dreamed about fucking me in my office?â he smirks, leaving another kiss to your clothed clit when you nod, your cheeks red as you bite your lip.Â
âSuch a good girlâ he groans, pushing the fabric away, pulling you closer, your ass against the edge of his desk as he moves your legs on his shoulders. He looks up at you, his eyes dark as he waits for your consent, and you nod again. âWords, darlingâ he chuckles, his thumb brushing against your thigh.Â
âPlease Billy, I want you.â you whimper. Itâs the only reassurance he needs before he spits on your clit, wrapping his mouth around it as you moan loudly, your hand in his hair to keep him close.Â
He eats at your pussy like a man starved, his long, thick fingers teasing at your entrance as he sucks on your bud, making you clench your legs around his head.Â
Youâre a moaning mess, bucking your hips against his face as he pushes two long digits inside of you, curling them till he finds your sweet spot, making you cry. âRight there, little girl?â heâs smirking, his face wet from your juices. Heâs so fucking proud of himself when he has you cumming and clenching around him, his fingers pushing deep inside you as he opens you up. He keeps lapping at your cunt till you push him away, overstimulated, and his eyes lock with yours as he grins, kissing your leg before standing back up. He keeps his fingers inside you, slightly curling them, and he kisses you hard, making you moan as you taste yourself on his lips.Â
You keep him close by his hair, your legs wrapping around his hips as you push him against your body. He moves his hands away from your pussy, making you whimper as he starts unbuttoning his pants, pushing them down in one single motion. You reach down to wrap your hand around his cock, gasping against his mouth as you start jerking him. âBigâ you whimper, your thumb sliding against his tip before you bring it up to your lips, moaning at his taste.Â
His eyes are dark on you, feral as he claims your mouth again, stroking himself briefly before pushing inside you, your eyes locked together as you both moan loudly.
âMineâ he growls, moving his mouth on your shoulder, biting down slightly as he starts rocking into you, slow hard thrust pushing you against the cold glass of his desk. You move your hands under his open shirt, scratching at his torso as you moan.Â
Billy groans louder, his pace picking up as you start marking his skin. His mouth is back on yours, swallowing every sounds coming out of you as he fucks harder into you.Â
âSo good for me, little one. All mineâ he moves his thumb between your bodies, circling your clit slowly, grinning as you clench around him, spasming and moaning through your orgasm. Heâs following you soon after, his mouth sucking at your neck as he thrust a couple of times inside you before filling you up.Â
Youâre both panting, trying to catch your breath. You stay like this for a couple of minutes before he moves his face away from your neck, looking down at you with a boyish smile.Â
Warnings : 18+, smut, sickness, Billy being a baby, swearing, a little sick sex?, mention of medication, unprotected sex, fingering, name calling, oral sex (f), fluff
You kick the door open with a huff, closing it behind you with your foot.
You slam the two heavy bags on Billyâs kitchen counter, sighing at your sore hands as you slowly take off your coat and your scarf. As you take off your phone and put on some Louis Armstrong you start thinking about starting dinner, so everything will be ready when Billy comes back home from work. You slowly stuff all the groceries away, still a little clumsy around his kitchen; youâve been dating for a while, the first months were kinda rough since he was not completely into having a relationship. But when he realised how much he liked you he started to open up with you and now youâre spending more time in his house than yours, most of your clothes sitting in his wardrobe, your skincare placed next to his in the cabinet.
You put away the last bag and you close the fridge, jumping back a few feet and screaming when you find Billy standing behind the fridge door.
âBilly, what the fuck, you scared meâ you huff, a hand on your chest feeling like you might be having a heart attack. âWhy are you home already? Thought you were still at Anvilâ you mumble, moving closer to kiss him but he steps back
âFrank sent me home, he says Iâm sick and Iâll infect everyoneâ he says nasally, and you take a moment to look at him, his eyes a little swollen and his nose red as he sniffles.
âOh baby, Iâm sorryâ you coo at him, and you bring a hand up to his forehead, feeling him. He groans, rolling his eyes at your tone. Heâs so damn proud and he hates being pitied, and he totally shows it when he moves your hand away, muttering âIâm fine, itâs just a flueâ
You scoff, taking him by his shoulder and moving him to the couch, stopping yourself from cooing at him again when he stumbles on his feet, knowing too well that it would be too much for his ego. He keeps pushing your hand away, pouting and complaining even when you make him lay down, taking the plaid to cover him.
âRusso, stop being a baby. Youâre sick, just let me check your temperature and then Iâll make some chicken soup, mh?â you stand up, walking to the bathroom and rolling your eyes at the protest coming from the living room. It takes some time to convince him to measure his temperature, and while heâs laying down you move back to the kitchen to start the soup. You bend in front of him, reaching for the thermometer as you slightly touch his forehead. He dozed off, his eyes closed as he breathes heavily. His fever is high and you swear under your breath, knowing that it would take a lot of arguing to make Billy take some medicine and actually stay in bed to recover.
You ponder if letting him rest or waking him up when the soup is ready, but you know he probably hasnât eaten since this morning and he needs some food, so you gently caress his head as you call him, his eyes slowly opening to look at you.
âYou need to eat Billyâ you say, helping him sit up as he groans
âI feel like shitâ he mumbles, his eyes glassy as you hand him the plate. âI know, but youâre gonna take some meds and sleep, youâll feel better tomorrow. I already called Frank to tell him youâre staying home for a couple of days, and I took some time off tooâ
He huffs, opening his mouth to complain but you donât let him speak âI donât care what you say Bill, youâre sick, Anvil will have to survive without you till you feel better. Eat nowâ
He pouts but he doesnât talk back, starting to eat his soup. He must be really sick, some sort of alien disease to make him so compliant. You smile proud, sitting next to him as you eat too. When youâre both done you hand him a couple of pills and a glass of water, raising your brows, daring him to say anything. He rolls his eyes, swallowing the pills with the water before he stands up, losing his balance before you grab his arm.
âLetâs get some sleep, mh?â he nods, following you to the bedroom. You help him change into some more comfortable clothes, the fact that this man does not own a pijama because âyou know I like to sleep nakedâ still shocks you. He lays down and you move back to the kitchen, quickly cleaning everything up before joining him in bed. He rolls on his back, coughing as he moves his hands up and down his body, trying to heat up. His face is pale, the skin around his nose red as he keeps an angry-pouty look on.
It amazes you that this badass ex marine is just a big baby like everyone else, but he makes you so mad cause heâs just so stubborn. Then it hits you, that he probably never had someone taking care of him, and you move closer to his body.
âCome here, baby. Youâre probably coldâ you mumble, your hand up to gently caress his face. He turns his head to look at you, nodding slightly before he moves on you, his cheek against your chest as he wraps his arms around you.
âI donât want you to get sick tooâ he mumbles as you hug him, covering him with the warm duvet and caressing his back.
âItâs fine, just get some rest Billâ you whisper, his breath already heavy as you smile, kissing his forehead.
It takes two days for his fever to drop. Medicine helps, and he spends most of the time napping in bed or on the couch. It makes you both laugh and cry when he pouts and whines like a baby, saying that heâs bored and asking you to go cuddle with him. You help him take a bath, and itâs probably the first time you bathed together without anything sexual happening.
You work from home a little, and it's actually nice to spend time with Billy, in those moments when the fever gives him a little peace and you can watch movies and cuddle, or even just lay next to each other reading, before he goes back to whiny sick baby.
Itâs been three days now, and youâre ripped from your sleep by Billyâs hands wandering on your stomach. You open your eyes, shivering a little as the chilly hair hits your bare body.
You look down meeting Billyâs grin, his body between your legs as he peppers kisses on your thighs, his hands reaching unders your shirt to pinch your nipple.
You yelp, bringing a hand up to grab his wrist, moaning as he leaves a teasing kiss on your clothed clit.
âBill, youâre sick, we shouldnât -â
âIâm feeling much better babyâ he chuckles, his hoarse morning voice making you clench. âYou took such good care of me baby, let me thank you properly.â He smirks, looking up at you one more time before he gets back to kissing your thighs. He leaves wet kisses on your skin, pinching your nipple again before moving both his hands on your hips, circling your legs as he spreads you open. He moves his thumb over your panties, circling your clit through the fabric. You whine as he teases you, bringing a hand down to his hair as he keeps playing with you. A loud moan leaves your mouth as he wraps his lips around your clit, sucking hard on it before moving back, looking down at the damp fabric with a grin.
âBilly please I-â you plead, crying out at the sound of your panties tearing in half.
Your head thrown back as he brings his mouth back around your clit, slightly biting down before sucking hard. Your hips snap up against him, his hands keeping you still as you sob.
You grip his hair harder, making him groan against your pussy. He moves back, looking at your cunt as you move your head down to look at him
âMissed this pussy so much baby, fuckâ he moans, his hands moving down on your thighs, pushing your legs up and bending your knees against your chest, your pussy open for him. He spits on your clit before leaning down to lick at your cunt, his tongue flat against you as he tastes you. You jerk in his hold, crying out his name when he pushes two fingers inside you, his tongue licking your clit as he starts curling his fingers inside you.
He keeps pushing his fingers inside you, sucking on your clit till he makes your legs tremble, a stream of âplease Billyâ leaving your mouth as he keeps hitting that sweet place inside you.
âThatâs it babygirl, give it to meâ he groans, the wet sounds leaving your pussy mixed with your moans as you cum. He slows down until he moves his fingers away from you, bending down again to push his tongue inside you, sucking at your puffy clit. You whine loudly, trying to push him away and he finally pulls back, slowly bringing your legs back down around his hips as he moves on you, kissing you hard.
You moan against his lips, trying to kiss him back in your dizzy state.
âBest pussy ever, taste so fucking goodâ he mumbles between kisses, his hand down to stroke his dick, slapping it against your clit a couple of times before pushing inside you in one hard thrust. He keeps his body up with one hand, the other one stroking your hip slowly as he moans loudly, his head down to look at your pussy.
âLook at her, so fucking tight. Milking me like the good little slut she isâ he groans, moving his hips back before thrusting inside you again. Youâre a moaning mess under him, cupping his cheeks to bring him back down, messily kissing him as he starts fucking into you faster.
He moves his head down, biting and marking your neck
âCâmon baby, milk my cock so I can cum inside this pussyâ he mumbles, panting against your skin. Your walls clench around him as you moan, cumming again. He gives you a couple of sloppy thrust before biting down on your neck, stilling as he cums inside you. The feeling of his cock twitching inside you makes you whine again. He groans a little as he moves his head back, smiling at you as he pecks your lips.
He gets up, leaving your room before getting back with a towel, cleaning both of you up and laying down next to you.
You slowly roll on your side, cuddling against him as he wraps his arm around your shoulder
âLooks like youâre feeling betterââ you mumble, head light in post sex bliss
He chuckles, tilting your chin up to peck your lips a couple of times. âMuch better. Guess getting sick is not that bad after allâ he smirks, and you roll your eyes, pinching his side slightly. Yea, maybe Billy being sick has its bright side.
So fluffy and sweet. Poor baby boy Billy. My heart cracked a little thinking of the fact that he probably never had anyone care for him like that before.
... And then like nothing happened, BAM!
Slapped right in the face with a truck load of hotness.
Warnings : 18+, smut, sickness, Billy being a baby, swearing, a little sick sex?, mention of medication, unprotected sex, fingering, name calling, oral sex (f), fluff
You kick the door open with a huff, closing it behind you with your foot.
You slam the two heavy bags on Billyâs kitchen counter, sighing at your sore hands as you slowly take off your coat and your scarf. As you take off your phone and put on some Louis Armstrong you start thinking about starting dinner, so everything will be ready when Billy comes back home from work. You slowly stuff all the groceries away, still a little clumsy around his kitchen; youâve been dating for a while, the first months were kinda rough since he was not completely into having a relationship. But when he realised how much he liked you he started to open up with you and now youâre spending more time in his house than yours, most of your clothes sitting in his wardrobe, your skincare placed next to his in the cabinet.
You put away the last bag and you close the fridge, jumping back a few feet and screaming when you find Billy standing behind the fridge door.
âBilly, what the fuck, you scared meâ you huff, a hand on your chest feeling like you might be having a heart attack. âWhy are you home already? Thought you were still at Anvilâ you mumble, moving closer to kiss him but he steps back
âFrank sent me home, he says Iâm sick and Iâll infect everyoneâ he says nasally, and you take a moment to look at him, his eyes a little swollen and his nose red as he sniffles.
âOh baby, Iâm sorryâ you coo at him, and you bring a hand up to his forehead, feeling him. He groans, rolling his eyes at your tone. Heâs so damn proud and he hates being pitied, and he totally shows it when he moves your hand away, muttering âIâm fine, itâs just a flueâ
You scoff, taking him by his shoulder and moving him to the couch, stopping yourself from cooing at him again when he stumbles on his feet, knowing too well that it would be too much for his ego. He keeps pushing your hand away, pouting and complaining even when you make him lay down, taking the plaid to cover him.
âRusso, stop being a baby. Youâre sick, just let me check your temperature and then Iâll make some chicken soup, mh?â you stand up, walking to the bathroom and rolling your eyes at the protest coming from the living room. It takes some time to convince him to measure his temperature, and while heâs laying down you move back to the kitchen to start the soup. You bend in front of him, reaching for the thermometer as you slightly touch his forehead. He dozed off, his eyes closed as he breathes heavily. His fever is high and you swear under your breath, knowing that it would take a lot of arguing to make Billy take some medicine and actually stay in bed to recover.
You ponder if letting him rest or waking him up when the soup is ready, but you know he probably hasnât eaten since this morning and he needs some food, so you gently caress his head as you call him, his eyes slowly opening to look at you.
âYou need to eat Billyâ you say, helping him sit up as he groans
âI feel like shitâ he mumbles, his eyes glassy as you hand him the plate. âI know, but youâre gonna take some meds and sleep, youâll feel better tomorrow. I already called Frank to tell him youâre staying home for a couple of days, and I took some time off tooâ
He huffs, opening his mouth to complain but you donât let him speak âI donât care what you say Bill, youâre sick, Anvil will have to survive without you till you feel better. Eat nowâ
He pouts but he doesnât talk back, starting to eat his soup. He must be really sick, some sort of alien disease to make him so compliant. You smile proud, sitting next to him as you eat too. When youâre both done you hand him a couple of pills and a glass of water, raising your brows, daring him to say anything. He rolls his eyes, swallowing the pills with the water before he stands up, losing his balance before you grab his arm.
âLetâs get some sleep, mh?â he nods, following you to the bedroom. You help him change into some more comfortable clothes, the fact that this man does not own a pijama because âyou know I like to sleep nakedâ still shocks you. He lays down and you move back to the kitchen, quickly cleaning everything up before joining him in bed. He rolls on his back, coughing as he moves his hands up and down his body, trying to heat up. His face is pale, the skin around his nose red as he keeps an angry-pouty look on.
It amazes you that this badass ex marine is just a big baby like everyone else, but he makes you so mad cause heâs just so stubborn. Then it hits you, that he probably never had someone taking care of him, and you move closer to his body.
âCome here, baby. Youâre probably coldâ you mumble, your hand up to gently caress his face. He turns his head to look at you, nodding slightly before he moves on you, his cheek against your chest as he wraps his arms around you.
âI donât want you to get sick tooâ he mumbles as you hug him, covering him with the warm duvet and caressing his back.
âItâs fine, just get some rest Billâ you whisper, his breath already heavy as you smile, kissing his forehead.
It takes two days for his fever to drop. Medicine helps, and he spends most of the time napping in bed or on the couch. It makes you both laugh and cry when he pouts and whines like a baby, saying that heâs bored and asking you to go cuddle with him. You help him take a bath, and itâs probably the first time you bathed together without anything sexual happening.
You work from home a little, and it's actually nice to spend time with Billy, in those moments when the fever gives him a little peace and you can watch movies and cuddle, or even just lay next to each other reading, before he goes back to whiny sick baby.
Itâs been three days now, and youâre ripped from your sleep by Billyâs hands wandering on your stomach. You open your eyes, shivering a little as the chilly hair hits your bare body.
You look down meeting Billyâs grin, his body between your legs as he peppers kisses on your thighs, his hands reaching unders your shirt to pinch your nipple.
You yelp, bringing a hand up to grab his wrist, moaning as he leaves a teasing kiss on your clothed clit.
âBill, youâre sick, we shouldnât -â
âIâm feeling much better babyâ he chuckles, his hoarse morning voice making you clench. âYou took such good care of me baby, let me thank you properly.â He smirks, looking up at you one more time before he gets back to kissing your thighs. He leaves wet kisses on your skin, pinching your nipple again before moving both his hands on your hips, circling your legs as he spreads you open. He moves his thumb over your panties, circling your clit through the fabric. You whine as he teases you, bringing a hand down to his hair as he keeps playing with you. A loud moan leaves your mouth as he wraps his lips around your clit, sucking hard on it before moving back, looking down at the damp fabric with a grin.
âBilly please I-â you plead, crying out at the sound of your panties tearing in half.
Your head thrown back as he brings his mouth back around your clit, slightly biting down before sucking hard. Your hips snap up against him, his hands keeping you still as you sob.
You grip his hair harder, making him groan against your pussy. He moves back, looking at your cunt as you move your head down to look at him
âMissed this pussy so much baby, fuckâ he moans, his hands moving down on your thighs, pushing your legs up and bending your knees against your chest, your pussy open for him. He spits on your clit before leaning down to lick at your cunt, his tongue flat against you as he tastes you. You jerk in his hold, crying out his name when he pushes two fingers inside you, his tongue licking your clit as he starts curling his fingers inside you.
He keeps pushing his fingers inside you, sucking on your clit till he makes your legs tremble, a stream of âplease Billyâ leaving your mouth as he keeps hitting that sweet place inside you.
âThatâs it babygirl, give it to meâ he groans, the wet sounds leaving your pussy mixed with your moans as you cum. He slows down until he moves his fingers away from you, bending down again to push his tongue inside you, sucking at your puffy clit. You whine loudly, trying to push him away and he finally pulls back, slowly bringing your legs back down around his hips as he moves on you, kissing you hard.
You moan against his lips, trying to kiss him back in your dizzy state.
âBest pussy ever, taste so fucking goodâ he mumbles between kisses, his hand down to stroke his dick, slapping it against your clit a couple of times before pushing inside you in one hard thrust. He keeps his body up with one hand, the other one stroking your hip slowly as he moans loudly, his head down to look at your pussy.
âLook at her, so fucking tight. Milking me like the good little slut she isâ he groans, moving his hips back before thrusting inside you again. Youâre a moaning mess under him, cupping his cheeks to bring him back down, messily kissing him as he starts fucking into you faster.
He moves his head down, biting and marking your neck
âCâmon baby, milk my cock so I can cum inside this pussyâ he mumbles, panting against your skin. Your walls clench around him as you moan, cumming again. He gives you a couple of sloppy thrust before biting down on your neck, stilling as he cums inside you. The feeling of his cock twitching inside you makes you whine again. He groans a little as he moves his head back, smiling at you as he pecks your lips.
He gets up, leaving your room before getting back with a towel, cleaning both of you up and laying down next to you.
You slowly roll on your side, cuddling against him as he wraps his arm around your shoulder
âLooks like youâre feeling betterââ you mumble, head light in post sex bliss
He chuckles, tilting your chin up to peck your lips a couple of times. âMuch better. Guess getting sick is not that bad after allâ he smirks, and you roll your eyes, pinching his side slightly. Yea, maybe Billy being sick has its bright side.
He's a total pain in the ass cause he's whiny and even more grumpy than usual when he's sick, but man if it's worth it taking care of him after all đđ„”
Warnings : 18+, smut, sickness, Billy being a baby, swearing, a little sick sex?, mention of medication, unprotected sex, fingering, name calling, oral sex (f), fluff
You kick the door open with a huff, closing it behind you with your foot.
You slam the two heavy bags on Billyâs kitchen counter, sighing at your sore hands as you slowly take off your coat and your scarf. As you take off your phone and put on some Louis Armstrong you start thinking about starting dinner, so everything will be ready when Billy comes back home from work. You slowly stuff all the groceries away, still a little clumsy around his kitchen; youâve been dating for a while, the first months were kinda rough since he was not completely into having a relationship. But when he realised how much he liked you he started to open up with you and now youâre spending more time in his house than yours, most of your clothes sitting in his wardrobe, your skincare placed next to his in the cabinet.
You put away the last bag and you close the fridge, jumping back a few feet and screaming when you find Billy standing behind the fridge door.
âBilly, what the fuck, you scared meâ you huff, a hand on your chest feeling like you might be having a heart attack. âWhy are you home already? Thought you were still at Anvilâ you mumble, moving closer to kiss him but he steps back
âFrank sent me home, he says Iâm sick and Iâll infect everyoneâ he says nasally, and you take a moment to look at him, his eyes a little swollen and his nose red as he sniffles.
âOh baby, Iâm sorryâ you coo at him, and you bring a hand up to his forehead, feeling him. He groans, rolling his eyes at your tone. Heâs so damn proud and he hates being pitied, and he totally shows it when he moves your hand away, muttering âIâm fine, itâs just a flueâ
You scoff, taking him by his shoulder and moving him to the couch, stopping yourself from cooing at him again when he stumbles on his feet, knowing too well that it would be too much for his ego. He keeps pushing your hand away, pouting and complaining even when you make him lay down, taking the plaid to cover him.
âRusso, stop being a baby. Youâre sick, just let me check your temperature and then Iâll make some chicken soup, mh?â you stand up, walking to the bathroom and rolling your eyes at the protest coming from the living room. It takes some time to convince him to measure his temperature, and while heâs laying down you move back to the kitchen to start the soup. You bend in front of him, reaching for the thermometer as you slightly touch his forehead. He dozed off, his eyes closed as he breathes heavily. His fever is high and you swear under your breath, knowing that it would take a lot of arguing to make Billy take some medicine and actually stay in bed to recover.
You ponder if letting him rest or waking him up when the soup is ready, but you know he probably hasnât eaten since this morning and he needs some food, so you gently caress his head as you call him, his eyes slowly opening to look at you.
âYou need to eat Billyâ you say, helping him sit up as he groans
âI feel like shitâ he mumbles, his eyes glassy as you hand him the plate. âI know, but youâre gonna take some meds and sleep, youâll feel better tomorrow. I already called Frank to tell him youâre staying home for a couple of days, and I took some time off tooâ
He huffs, opening his mouth to complain but you donât let him speak âI donât care what you say Bill, youâre sick, Anvil will have to survive without you till you feel better. Eat nowâ
He pouts but he doesnât talk back, starting to eat his soup. He must be really sick, some sort of alien disease to make him so compliant. You smile proud, sitting next to him as you eat too. When youâre both done you hand him a couple of pills and a glass of water, raising your brows, daring him to say anything. He rolls his eyes, swallowing the pills with the water before he stands up, losing his balance before you grab his arm.
âLetâs get some sleep, mh?â he nods, following you to the bedroom. You help him change into some more comfortable clothes, the fact that this man does not own a pijama because âyou know I like to sleep nakedâ still shocks you. He lays down and you move back to the kitchen, quickly cleaning everything up before joining him in bed. He rolls on his back, coughing as he moves his hands up and down his body, trying to heat up. His face is pale, the skin around his nose red as he keeps an angry-pouty look on.
It amazes you that this badass ex marine is just a big baby like everyone else, but he makes you so mad cause heâs just so stubborn. Then it hits you, that he probably never had someone taking care of him, and you move closer to his body.
âCome here, baby. Youâre probably coldâ you mumble, your hand up to gently caress his face. He turns his head to look at you, nodding slightly before he moves on you, his cheek against your chest as he wraps his arms around you.
âI donât want you to get sick tooâ he mumbles as you hug him, covering him with the warm duvet and caressing his back.
âItâs fine, just get some rest Billâ you whisper, his breath already heavy as you smile, kissing his forehead.
It takes two days for his fever to drop. Medicine helps, and he spends most of the time napping in bed or on the couch. It makes you both laugh and cry when he pouts and whines like a baby, saying that heâs bored and asking you to go cuddle with him. You help him take a bath, and itâs probably the first time you bathed together without anything sexual happening.
You work from home a little, and it's actually nice to spend time with Billy, in those moments when the fever gives him a little peace and you can watch movies and cuddle, or even just lay next to each other reading, before he goes back to whiny sick baby.
Itâs been three days now, and youâre ripped from your sleep by Billyâs hands wandering on your stomach. You open your eyes, shivering a little as the chilly hair hits your bare body.
You look down meeting Billyâs grin, his body between your legs as he peppers kisses on your thighs, his hands reaching unders your shirt to pinch your nipple.
You yelp, bringing a hand up to grab his wrist, moaning as he leaves a teasing kiss on your clothed clit.
âBill, youâre sick, we shouldnât -â
âIâm feeling much better babyâ he chuckles, his hoarse morning voice making you clench. âYou took such good care of me baby, let me thank you properly.â He smirks, looking up at you one more time before he gets back to kissing your thighs. He leaves wet kisses on your skin, pinching your nipple again before moving both his hands on your hips, circling your legs as he spreads you open. He moves his thumb over your panties, circling your clit through the fabric. You whine as he teases you, bringing a hand down to his hair as he keeps playing with you. A loud moan leaves your mouth as he wraps his lips around your clit, sucking hard on it before moving back, looking down at the damp fabric with a grin.
âBilly please I-â you plead, crying out at the sound of your panties tearing in half.
Your head thrown back as he brings his mouth back around your clit, slightly biting down before sucking hard. Your hips snap up against him, his hands keeping you still as you sob.
You grip his hair harder, making him groan against your pussy. He moves back, looking at your cunt as you move your head down to look at him
âMissed this pussy so much baby, fuckâ he moans, his hands moving down on your thighs, pushing your legs up and bending your knees against your chest, your pussy open for him. He spits on your clit before leaning down to lick at your cunt, his tongue flat against you as he tastes you. You jerk in his hold, crying out his name when he pushes two fingers inside you, his tongue licking your clit as he starts curling his fingers inside you.
He keeps pushing his fingers inside you, sucking on your clit till he makes your legs tremble, a stream of âplease Billyâ leaving your mouth as he keeps hitting that sweet place inside you.
âThatâs it babygirl, give it to meâ he groans, the wet sounds leaving your pussy mixed with your moans as you cum. He slows down until he moves his fingers away from you, bending down again to push his tongue inside you, sucking at your puffy clit. You whine loudly, trying to push him away and he finally pulls back, slowly bringing your legs back down around his hips as he moves on you, kissing you hard.
You moan against his lips, trying to kiss him back in your dizzy state.
âBest pussy ever, taste so fucking goodâ he mumbles between kisses, his hand down to stroke his dick, slapping it against your clit a couple of times before pushing inside you in one hard thrust. He keeps his body up with one hand, the other one stroking your hip slowly as he moans loudly, his head down to look at your pussy.
âLook at her, so fucking tight. Milking me like the good little slut she isâ he groans, moving his hips back before thrusting inside you again. Youâre a moaning mess under him, cupping his cheeks to bring him back down, messily kissing him as he starts fucking into you faster.
He moves his head down, biting and marking your neck
âCâmon baby, milk my cock so I can cum inside this pussyâ he mumbles, panting against your skin. Your walls clench around him as you moan, cumming again. He gives you a couple of sloppy thrust before biting down on your neck, stilling as he cums inside you. The feeling of his cock twitching inside you makes you whine again. He groans a little as he moves his head back, smiling at you as he pecks your lips.
He gets up, leaving your room before getting back with a towel, cleaning both of you up and laying down next to you.
You slowly roll on your side, cuddling against him as he wraps his arm around your shoulder
âLooks like youâre feeling betterââ you mumble, head light in post sex bliss
He chuckles, tilting your chin up to peck your lips a couple of times. âMuch better. Guess getting sick is not that bad after allâ he smirks, and you roll your eyes, pinching his side slightly. Yea, maybe Billy being sick has its bright side.
Warnings: slight NSFW, 18+ (?), sex references, swearing, Spider-Man: No Way Home spoilers, fluff
âAndrew! Are you ready?â you shout from the living room, putting your coat on as your boyfriend walks out the bedroom.
âWhat if they recognize me?â he whines, shoes in hand as he sits down on the chair to put them on.
âFor the billionth time, they wonât. Youâll have the mask and your cap, thereâs no way theyâre gonna see you.â
âBut what if they do?â you close your eyes, mentally counting till ten before approaching him
âBaby, there gonna be kids literally dressed up as Spider-Man, we donât even have to wait in line cause we already have the tickets and the lights will be off. Itâs gonna be okayâ you say, smiling a little as you look at him
âI still donât think itâs a good ideaâ he mumbles, eyes fixed down on his loose laces
âAndrewâ you call him, and he moves his head up to look at you âYouâre complaining like a little pussy just cause youâre afraid of peopleâs reactionâ
âThe disrespectâ he gasps slightly and you smile, knowing youâre right even if he doesnât want to admit it
âYea yea, youâll spank me when we get homeâ you smirk, moving closer to him. He brings his hands on your waist, pulling you between his open legs, his chin resting against your stomach as he looks up at you with a grin
âDonât tempt me, little oneâ he mumbles, and you bring your hands to his face, gently caressing his cheeks with your thumbs
âAndrew, they love you. People have been going crazy since they realized you could be in the movie. God, I had to buy the tickets five days ago and luckily I know the guy at the theater cause it was already sold outâ you chuckle, looking down at him, a forced smile on his face. You sight, leaning down to peck his lips âPlease, trust me on this. Only thing you have to worry about is how mad theyâre gonna be because you lied to themâ you smile, his grip around your waist tightening
âItâs justâŠI know itâs stupid, but I canât stop thinking about the fact that Iâm gonna be the one theyâre less excited to see. I know Iâm not their favourite, and Iâm not jealous at all but, it still hurts?â he mutters, and it really makes you sad knowing he feels like that, specially when you know itâs not true.
âPeople have preferences because they watched one of the three Spider-Man as kids. You said that yourself, you grew up with Tobey and heâs the one youâre most fond of. Same goes for most of the people out there, but you really have no idea how many tickets were sold just cause they want to see you playing Spider-Man again. They love you, and if youâre not their favourite is no big deal, some people do have a shitty tasteâ you shrug, smiling as you feel him chuckle against your skin as he hugs you. âNow, move that cute ass or weâre gonna be late Garfieldâ
You lean down to peck his lips, humming against him when he moves a hand to your neck, keeping you close as he deepens the kiss. He caresses your tongue slowly, his nose bumping against yours as you straddle him on the chair, his hands sliding under your shirt, making you whimper. He keeps kissing you, slow and deep, and youâre really thinking about jeopardizing the whole night and dragging him into the bedroom. Then he suddenly gets up, slowly moving you down on your feet before stepping away from you, tying his shoes and putting on his jacket. You blink at him, huffing as you pout.
âWhat? Werenât we in a rush?â he smirks, pecking your lips once more as he takes your hand, opening the front door for you.
Youâre halfway through the movie, your head on Andrewâs shoulder, your eyes still wet as you just finished crying like a baby at Mayâs death. You chuckle as you see Ned playing around with the Sling Ring, your head snapping up when he half opens a portal. The guy next to you jumping on his seat as Ned calls for Peter Parker and opens a full portal. You straighten up, the whole audience gasping as Spider-Man walks in. You turn to look at Andrew, your brow raised with a smirk and you can only see his eyes but you know heâs smiling back at you. When he takes off his mask, the whole room screams, applauding and jumping around. You laugh and you turn your head to look at him, pushing your mask down as you lean closer, kissing his cheek. He takes your hand, caressing it with his thumb as he looks around, his body slightly shaking and you smile, squeezing his hand.
Itâs dark and cold when the movie ends so you rush to the car as soon as you get out of the theater. You lay against the seat, turning your head to look at him as you smile.
âWho was right like always?â you beam, your index slightly poking his cheek as you smirk. He huffs, rolling his eyes playfully as he turns to bite your finger and you squeal, laughing as he leans over you.
âThank you for bringing me here, I loved it and it felt so good watching their reactionâ he mumbles against your lips, kissing you softly
âYouâre welcome, I knew they were gonna scream louder for you than the othersâ you chuckle, gasping as he bites your bottom lip, his tongue darting out to lick where he just bit before he moves back against his seat.
âOnly person I wanna hear scream my name is you, babygirl. I remember something about spanking, mh?â he smirks, looking down at you one last time before starting the car.
Warnings: slight NSFW, 18+ (?), sex references, swearing, Spider-Man: No Way Home spoilers, fluff
âAndrew! Are you ready?â you shout from the living room, putting your coat on as your boyfriend walks out the bedroom.
âWhat if they recognize me?â he whines, shoes in hand as he sits down on the chair to put them on.
âFor the billionth time, they wonât. Youâll have the mask and your cap, thereâs no way theyâre gonna see you.â
âBut what if they do?â you close your eyes, mentally counting till ten before approaching him
âBaby, there gonna be kids literally dressed up as Spider-Man, we donât even have to wait in line cause we already have the tickets and the lights will be off. Itâs gonna be okayâ you say, smiling a little as you look at him
âI still donât think itâs a good ideaâ he mumbles, eyes fixed down on his loose laces
âAndrewâ you call him, and he moves his head up to look at you âYouâre complaining like a little pussy just cause youâre afraid of peopleâs reactionâ
âThe disrespectâ he gasps slightly and you smile, knowing youâre right even if he doesnât want to admit it
âYea yea, youâll spank me when we get homeâ you smirk, moving closer to him. He brings his hands on your waist, pulling you between his open legs, his chin resting against your stomach as he looks up at you with a grin
âDonât tempt me, little oneâ he mumbles, and you bring your hands to his face, gently caressing his cheeks with your thumbs
âAndrew, they love you. People have been going crazy since they realized you could be in the movie. God, I had to buy the tickets five days ago and luckily I know the guy at the theater cause it was already sold outâ you chuckle, looking down at him, a forced smile on his face. You sight, leaning down to peck his lips âPlease, trust me on this. Only thing you have to worry about is how mad theyâre gonna be because you lied to themâ you smile, his grip around your waist tightening
âItâs justâŠI know itâs stupid, but I canât stop thinking about the fact that Iâm gonna be the one theyâre less excited to see. I know Iâm not their favourite, and Iâm not jealous at all but, it still hurts?â he mutters, and it really makes you sad knowing he feels like that, specially when you know itâs not true.
âPeople have preferences because they watched one of the three Spider-Man as kids. You said that yourself, you grew up with Tobey and heâs the one youâre most fond of. Same goes for most of the people out there, but you really have no idea how many tickets were sold just cause they want to see you playing Spider-Man again. They love you, and if youâre not their favourite is no big deal, some people do have a shitty tasteâ you shrug, smiling as you feel him chuckle against your skin as he hugs you. âNow, move that cute ass or weâre gonna be late Garfieldâ
You lean down to peck his lips, humming against him when he moves a hand to your neck, keeping you close as he deepens the kiss. He caresses your tongue slowly, his nose bumping against yours as you straddle him on the chair, his hands sliding under your shirt, making you whimper. He keeps kissing you, slow and deep, and youâre really thinking about jeopardizing the whole night and dragging him into the bedroom. Then he suddenly gets up, slowly moving you down on your feet before stepping away from you, tying his shoes and putting on his jacket. You blink at him, huffing as you pout.
âWhat? Werenât we in a rush?â he smirks, pecking your lips once more as he takes your hand, opening the front door for you.
Youâre halfway through the movie, your head on Andrewâs shoulder, your eyes still wet as you just finished crying like a baby at Mayâs death. You chuckle as you see Ned playing around with the Sling Ring, your head snapping up when he half opens a portal. The guy next to you jumping on his seat as Ned calls for Peter Parker and opens a full portal. You straighten up, the whole audience gasping as Spider-Man walks in. You turn to look at Andrew, your brow raised with a smirk and you can only see his eyes but you know heâs smiling back at you. When he takes off his mask, the whole room screams, applauding and jumping around. You laugh and you turn your head to look at him, pushing your mask down as you lean closer, kissing his cheek. He takes your hand, caressing it with his thumb as he looks around, his body slightly shaking and you smile, squeezing his hand.
Itâs dark and cold when the movie ends so you rush to the car as soon as you get out of the theater. You lay against the seat, turning your head to look at him as you smile.
âWho was right like always?â you beam, your index slightly poking his cheek as you smirk. He huffs, rolling his eyes playfully as he turns to bite your finger and you squeal, laughing as he leans over you.
âThank you for bringing me here, I loved it and it felt so good watching their reactionâ he mumbles against your lips, kissing you softly
âYouâre welcome, I knew they were gonna scream louder for you than the othersâ you chuckle, gasping as he bites your bottom lip, his tongue darting out to lick where he just bit before he moves back against his seat.
âOnly person I wanna hear scream my name is you, babygirl. I remember something about spanking, mh?â he smirks, looking down at you one last time before starting the car.
â Someday, sometime, this is gonna come down to you and me. Just know that, Bill.
â No, it isnât. Youâre a wanted man, Franky Boy. Theyâll catch up to you eventually. Just like the last time.
Ben Barnes as Billy Russo
THE PUNISHER | 1x11 âDanger Closeâ
Hello again lovely people, wanted to say some quick things.
WHAT THE FUCKITY FUCK the drabble with Andrew received a lot of attention I can't believe this đ„ș I'm so so happy about it, thanks to anyone who interacted with it!
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Warning: Marines / Military inaccuracy, does not follow The Punisher storyline, friends (idiots) to lovers, slowburn, angst, fluff, mention of weapons and violence, very descriptive scene of torture, cursing, injuries, death, characterâs death, blood, PTSD, nightmares, talk / description of paste abuse / child abuse / homeless underage, morally grey characters, fighting (both verbally and phisically)
Your head feels heavy, and your whole body hurts. You grunt as you look around the room, light hurting your eyes a little as you squeeze them a couple of times. Youâre in the bed of a hospital room, memories of being on and off consciousness during your flight back in New York flashing in your mind. Images of what happened in Kandahar coming back to you too, making your eyes water as you hold back a sob.
You hiss in pain as you try to move, your left leg patched up, bruises covering most of your lower body. You try to move your toes, sighing happily when they actually respond, happy that you at least didnât lose your leg. It feels off though, trying to sit up on the bed, pushing on your legs to sit up, feeling that your left limb is not doing a good job keeping you straight up. You swear as you sit back, turning around to look at the door as you hear his voice
âYou really should not get upâ Billy say, closing the door behind him as he stood in front of it
âAlways silent like a fucking pantherâ you mumble, your hand around the headboard as you try to get up again. Billy rushes to you, but you hold your other hand to stop him âI can do it.â You mumble, pushing harder as you manage to stand, putting more of your weight on your right leg.
âStubborn as ever I seeâ he huffs, smiling a little as he looks at you
âWhy are you here?â you ask, searching for any sign of injury in his body
âGood to see you too, uh?â he smirks, rolling his eyes at the non-pleased look on your face âI asked to be sent back to Force Recon weeks ago, they sent people to get the injured back and I managed to come tooâ
âWhy did you ask to be sent back? And why didnât you tell me?â
âAfter what happened with Orange I thoughtâŠâ you canât hear another word of what heâs saying after that. Orangeâs name bringing back everything, quick and sharp
âWhy did Orange say I should have been dead?â you look at him, your mind still feeling dizzy from the drugs but you try to focus on his form, watching as his body stiffens, his eyes widening just slightly, and he rolls his shoulder before he speaks
âI donât know what-â âDonât give me shit Russo, you have âliarâ written all over you. What do you know?â
He just stands there, guilt filling his eyes as he looks down âHe saw us on the craft, he thought you knew about the drug dealing and - and said he was gonna kill if I stopped our deal like I wanted toâ
âBut he didnât send me to rescue you, I came without permission. And there was no time to call back base and tell them about - about Donnieâs crush, how could he knowâŠâ you look at him, his arms crossed over his chest tight, his glassy eyes avoiding yours âBilly, how did he know?â
âI donât know, someone must have told him about the crush and he probably thought -â âBilly how the fuck did he know?!â you shout, his eyes snapping up at yours, tears falling down your face as he steps closer, making you take an unstable step back, wanting to keep as much distance as possible from him
âHe threatened you. When he mentioned wings on your place I - I didnât correct him. I didnât think he was really gonna do it. Iâm sorry but I - I canât lose you, not because of me. I -â he mumbles, you can see guilt in his eyes, if things were different youâd probably rush to him to keep him close, but not now. Not when the awareness of Donnie dying in your place hits you in the face
âAnd you think this is better?! Tell me, tell me who the fuck you think you are to decide to make me live over Donnie!â you shout, bringing your hand to your back, searching for your gun as you his eyes getting darker
âThey took away your weapons.â he says, his voice filled with hurt as he doesnât even try to hide it. âI didnât think it through. I didnât know you were gonna fly that night, I thought I had time to come back and explain everything to you, I -â
âItâs bullshit, bullshit! You made a choice when you didnât correct him, when you let Orange believe he was gonna point at me!â youâre yelling at him, people passing in front of the door and giving you strange looks from the glass. You turn, rage filling you as you take the cup from the nightstand, throwing it Billy, hitting him in the arm
âHe died without even meeting his baby, he had a fucking family, you had no right to choose my life over his, you fucking asshole!â youâre crying, words coming out blurry as the urge to punch this pain out of your body fills you. Youâre ready to hurt Billy as you move away from the bed and walk to him, barely making three steps before you fall down on your face. He's fast to wrap his arms around you, one hand under your injured leg to avoid even more damage. You sink down, sobbing against his chest as he embraces you, shushing as he gently rocks you.
The touch comforts you, the feel of his hands on your cheek and his smell feel like home.
But itâs not enough to soothe the pain and the anger growing inside of you.
Youâre on him before you can even process it, your legs straddling him as you punch his face. Heâs quick to react as he grabs your wrist, forcing you to stop your assault without hurting you. Your body is too weak to fight him, and you just stare down at him sobbing, still trying to get your arms off his hold.
âHow dare you? He was my familyâ you cry out, his face swelling with emotion as he looks at you without saying a word.
Two nurses rush in, picking you up and placing you back on the bed, and at this point you donât even try to fight them off anymore. They stand between you and Billy, giving him a strange look before he tells them to leave, and they reluctantly do.
âWhere is Orange now?â you ask, your voice soft, too tired to keep fighting
âSent back home, Frank messed his eyeâ he answer, voice emotionless as he looks down at the ground
âGo away, I donât want to see you.â you state, avoiding his hurt gaze as you see his face snapping up to look at you, eyes pleading you to not push him away.
He stands there for a whole minute, watching you intensely before he turns, heading to the door and leaving your room.
Thatâs the last time you see Billy.
A doctor comes in after a while, with a lawyer and a lot of government and marine people. She explains that you wonât lose your leg, but you damaged a pretty important nerve. They go on for an hour explaining the procedure youâll need, the long physiotherapy youâll have to go through before they give you the real shit; you wonât be able to go back to Air-Ground.
âI want out anyway.â you say, looking at the Colonel in front of you
âI was sent to do shit I donât want to do anymore, and before you give me that look, I wonât start any legal shit against the Marines, I just want out for goodâ
âYou could still have a pretty good career in front of you. Train new recruits, we could use your experienceâ says the Colonel as you shake your head
âAll do respect, sir, Iâve had my fill. I want outâ
Then they proceed to explain what is legally gonna happen to explain your injuries - since Kandahar never appeared on official records - and how theyâre gonna move to give you an honorable discharge. The last thing they tell you is that Donnieâs funeral is gonna be in three days. After that youâre alone again, left to cry yourself to sleep, your hand wrapped around the little metal hanging from your neck, your thumb tracing the letters till you doze off, exhausted. You wake up a couple of hours later from yet another nightmare, sweaty and panting, your cheeks wet with tears as you sit up, a tray with some food on your nightstand. You get nauseous at the mere thought of eating, but you need to regain full strength so you give in, sitting on the edge of the bed and bringing the plate on your knees. Youâre almost done when a knock on the door brings you back from your thoughts, and you look up, finding Bianca and Blake, a sleeping baby in her arms as they walk in.
Youâre petrified as you look at the little boy, shaking slightly.
âMy baby, how are you?â Bianca sits at your side, her hands cupping your cheek as you cry
âIâm so sorry Bianca, I should have -â her eyes filled with tears but her smile warm as she cuts you off âItâs not your fault, Y/N, he knew the risk when he enlistedâ
You look up at her, pondering for a second if you should tell her the truth; youâre not worried about her judging you, you deserve that, and thereâs nothing they could tell you that you havenât told yourself already. But giving her information about Kandahar may put them in danger, so you just nod, lowering your head as you cry, her arms wrapping around you as she hugs you tight.
A little cry makes your head shoot back up, looking at Blake cooing at the little toddler in her arms.
âSomeone would like to meet youâ She says, her eyes filled with pain and grief, but not with anger towards you, and you smile back at her, extending your arms as she gently handles you the baby
âTwenty hours delivering him and he has the audacity to look just like his fatherâ she says, and you chuckle slightly, looking down at those big black eyes, staring back at you with curiosity
âHi Jordanâ you mumble, your finger brushing lightly against his puffy cheek. âYou really look like your dadâ you smile, lulling him a little as you tear up again. You had no idea you could love so much someone youâve never met before. You kiss his head before giving him back to Blake.
They sit with you for a while, and they start asking you questions; they were told that you both got deployed to Air-Ground, normal missions outside the States as in Afghanistan. Youâre not ready to explain them what truly happened, not yet, not when the person who killed Donnie is still alive. So you simply behave like you always did, sharing little detail and saying thereâs not a lot you can talk about.
They just nod, knowing well enough you donât have permission to talk about your work, and they stop asking questions. You tell them about your decision to quit the Marines, and theyâre not either surprised or objecting, Bianca more relieved than anything.
They spend some time with you, showing you pics and videos of Jordan, and your heart stops hurting for a little bit, surrounded by their warmth. It doesn't last long tho, pain filling your chest again as soon as they step off the room.
Youâre alone again for a while before a soldier comes into your room. Youâve never seen him, and you panic when you realize someone in the government wants you dead and youâre alone without weapons. You relax soon when he salutes you, addressing you with your rank before stepping closer, handing you a big blank envelope.
âA guy from your team asked me to give you this when we left Kandahar. He said it was importantâ
You nod, thanking him before he leaves. You open it, curious to know what anyone from your unit could have possibly left you.
Thereâs a disk and a flash drive inside, âOrangeâ written on both of them. You find some pictures in the envelope too; there are photos of Orange, with and without the balaclava on, pics of the bodies they made you bury outside the camp, copies of some documents locating the off-record mission in Kandahar, associating it with Agent Orange.
And then, the best gift youâve ever received; a blurry but still readable photo of an ID card, CIA agent William Rawlins. You smirk, the pain youâve been feeling for days almost completely leaving your body.
You havenât slept a bit during the night, nightmares hunting you every time you tried to rest a bit, so you decided to just stay awake, planning your next moves carefully.
Youâre laying down, Frank and Maria sitting in the two chairs in front of your bed, Jr and Lisa on both your sides as they show you the drawing they made for you. You smile at them, keeping them close as you feel like crying again; they grew up so much since the last time you saw them, and you canât stop thinking about all the time you lost with your loved ones. You chat with them for a bit before they hug you and leave with Maria,leaving you alone with Frank.
âYou asked to be sent back to Force Recon too?â he just nods, and you smile a little, sighing before you speak again
âGo on Frankie, give me your big speach, I can fucking read it on your faceâ he laughs, sitting on the edge of the bed
âBill told me everything. About Kandaharâ you nod âI know you donât want to talk about him now, and that you partially blame him. But I also know you love him, and he loves you, try to see things from his eyes, he-â
"It was not his choice to make! Jordan is growing up without his dad, Bianca and Blake are devastated. I have nothing, it should have been me!" you spit out, your voice higher than you expected.
"We protect the people that we love, Y/N, whatever it takes. I'd put myself in front of open fire for you and Bill, but if I'd come down to save Maria or the kids I know who I'd choose" he says calmly, knowing how arsh the things heâs saying are, but heâs being the most honest heâs ever been right now
"No Castle, you're talking about your family, your fucking wife and kids, it has nothing to do with me and Billy, nothing" you huff, looking at him as he simply doesnât answer. You stare at each other for a while before he gets up, patting your hand lightly as he walks to the door. He turns a little, looking at you before speaking again
âI know what youâre gonna do, Smith came to me and told me about the envelope. I wonât try to stop you, itâs exactly what I would do. Just, donât kill yourself Majorâ
He gives you a little smile before leaving the room. You look down at your hands, Frankâs words echoing in your mind. âHe loves youâ
You sigh, getting up from your bed slowly, grunting at how weak you feel. You walk outside, calling for a nurse and asking to use the gym. He takes a lot of convincing, as he goes on saying youâre too early into post-operation and just need to rest.
You spend hours in the gym, your body screaming that youâre not ready to go back to full form yet, but you donât have time; every day you spend in bed is one more day for Rawlins to heal and plan his revenge on you.
You spend two more days in the hospital before you sign to be discharged, every doctor telling you itâs a bad idea, that you need time and physiotherapy and that not getting the cure you need could compromise your leg even more.
You thank them all before getting off the hospital, a taxi bringing you to your apartment.
You sigh as you close the door behind you, the stairs killed you and your leg is shooting pain from your toes to your stomach. You sit down, taking the envelope off your bag and opening your computer, your hands shaking slightly as you put the flash drive in. A video opens, a guy hanging in the middle of the interrogation room screaming in a language you do not understand, Rawlins beating him, his face is covered but the clothes are the same he wore in the picture where his face is showing. The video goes on, a masked man who you recognize as Frank shoots him, and then the video ends.
You close the computer abruptly, shaking slightly as the screams from your time in Kandahar rush back in your ears. You get up, reaching your bedroom and digging under the pile of clothes in your room till you find an old bag and take it off. Youâve stuffed away some weapons and documents, because youâve always been paranoid and the Marines sure fed that side of yours. Thereâs also a non-trackable phone with some emergency contacts on and you swear under your breath as you dial one and bring the phone to your ear.
âHello?â âMicro, I need your helpâ
You meet with him in an abandoned building outside the city. Itâs the middle of the night, the gun in your jeans making you feel safe, even if you wouldnât trust your reflex with how many painkillers youâre on right now, your brain seems to be moving at half its speed.
âYour call took me by surprise, Y/L/N.â he says, his body rigid as he looks at you
âI had no one else to call, Iâm really sorry Lieberman, I wouldnât have called you if I had another choiceâ you mumble
âEverything I can do to help, with what you did for me I -â
âDonât even say that, itâs fine, reallyâ you smile, moving around to lean on a table nearby. You sigh, taking a deep breath before you start explaining what happened to him
âI need you to find where this man lives and I need you to clear the cameras for me so they canât locate me on the crime scene, can you put them in a loop? Also, I have documents and videos of what happened in Kandahar. I want everything public if anything happens to me, but I want the soldiers clear. And maybe find me some adrenaline?â
Heâs blinking double the normal rate as he looks at you, his voice high when he starts speaking again
âCrime scene? Youâre planning to kill a CIA agent? And adrenaline? Y/N what the fuck is this, câmonâ
âYes, Iâm gonna kill a CIA agent, Iâm gonna make him feel what I felt when he took my family away. And I fucked up my leg, I need adrenaline if I want to be able to walk away from there.â you explain, your hand running up and down your leg trying to soothe the pain a little, before you speak again. âI know Iâm asking you a lot, but Iâm gonna do it anyway. Your help means Iâm walking out of this aliveâ
He groans, a hand to his face as he nervously runs his fingers through his hair. âYouâre playing the âhelp me or I dieâ card, itâs unfairâ you chuckle at his comment, getting up and patting his shoulder as you walk away. âTalk to you soon, Liebermanâ
Donnieâs funeral was not your first Marine farewell, but it was definitely like no one you ever went before. You managed to keep a straight posture, fighting back tears the whole ceremony. You marched in front of your unit, your legs almost giving up a couple of times. You saluted him with shaky hands, spotting Frank and Billy in their uniform next to the big crowd. You stand in the front of the empty closed casket while they fold the flag, and you slowly kneel in front of Bianca as you hand it to her. She smiles at you through tears, and it makes your heart hurt even more knowing this will be the second flag in her home.
You leave the ceremony as soon as you can, quickly hugging Bianca and Blake and dodging the Castles as you rush to the taxi. You sink down against the seat, taking off your gloves as the old man asks you where you have to go. You take a deep breath, bursting into tears soon after. Your uniform and the military graveyard nearby probably giving away the reason why youâre crying. The driver takes his hat off, bowing his head as turn back in his seat. You sob a little as you try to steady your breath âIâm sorryâ you mumble
âTake your time, maâamâ you smile a little, thanking him before giving him your address.
He drives slowly, before he speaks again âThey never leaves us, maâamâ
âHe was my brother, not only a comradeâ you murmur, watching the buildings pass outside
âItâs the second flag my - my mother receivesâ you add, and you can see his eyes watering. âMy son served too, army. We lost him in his first tourâ
âIâm sorry sirâ you look down at your hand, sighing before he stops in front of your house.
He turns, offering his hand and you shake it with a smile. He tells you he doesn't want to be paid, and you shake your head as you leave the money on the empty seat next to you, smiling again at him before leaving the car.
You sink down on the floor as you get home, your body hurting, inside and out as you cry again. You doze off against the door, the ringtone of your phone jolts you awake
âI have what you need. Same place, same hour tonightâ Lieberman says before hanging.
You groan as you get up from the ground, slowly taking off your clothes as you move to the bedroom, laying down on your bed, looking up at the ceiling before you force yourself to fall asleep again. You manage to sleep five hours, waking up from vivid nightmares before getting back to sleep again; itâs excruciating, seeing all those faces again when you could simply avoid him without sleeping. But you know your body needs rest, even as shitty as this is.
Youâre back in the old building, Lieberman explaining you what he found and how heâs gonna move tomorrow
âIâll start the loop to all the cameras from the address you gave me to Rawlins house, you just need to follow the path I marked for youâ he says, handing you the map and some keys âI have this old car parked here you can use. We start at 10pm, youâll drive for almost 30 minutes. Rawlins has a security system, I can easily turn it off from here. Thereâs probably gonna be from ten to fifteen men guarding him, he increased personal security since he came back with half his original eyes. The guns and the adrenaline are already in the carâ you nod, listening to him as you look at the map
âPerfect, Iâll leave my phone at Biancaâs house, be sure itâs shown in the systemâ he nods âAnd Lieberman, if anything happens to me while Iâm there - I have a couple of numbers Iâd like you to reachâ
You hand him a paper and he looks at it before smirking âWhatâs that grin on your face?â
âOh nothing, just noticing Russo is first in hereâ he grins again, looking at you âShut upâ you groan and he chuckles
âDavid?â you call him, and he brings his attention back to you âThank youâ you say, giving him a little smile before you get up. You pat him on his back before leaving.
Youâre at Biancaâs place, sitting on the couch with the little Jordan in your arms, giggling as you blow on his stomach. Youâve spent the evening with them, eating dinner before helping them with some things around the house. Now, Blake is coming in to put Jordan to sleep, and youâre alone with Bianca. You look at her, eyes lost in the room before she blinks, smiling at you. You smile back, taking her hand in yours
âI never truly thanked you for everything you did to me Biancaâ you say softly, gazing at her
âYou donât have toâ she answers, her voice warm âYes, I do. You saved me, Iâm where I am now only because of you. Finding you was the best thing that ever happened to me. I love you, momâ
She takes you into a tender embrace, sobbing slightly as you hug her back. You spend a couple of minutes in each other's arms, before she gets up, wishing you a good night and kissing your head as she murmurs a soft âmy babyâ that makes your heart swell.
You spend an hour with Blake, watching a stupid romcom before you wish her goodnight and move upstairs to your old room. You lock yourself in, changing into your tactical clothes and injecting the adrenaline in your leg, waiting for Blake to move into her room too. You wait for them to fall asleep before you open the window and quietly get off.
You reach the car, parked a couple of blocks from Biancaâs house. You check your phone and find a message from Micro, telling you everything is okay and you can go. Itâs a couple of minutes past 10 when you turn on the car and start driving.
Rawlinsâ house is outside the city, country house in deep vegetation. You can feel the epinephrine starting to kick in as you drive, your mouth sour with anxiety.
You park in a safe spot behind some trees, getting out of the car and opening the trunk. You have your knives on, two wrapped around your thighs and one in your boot. You put the suppressor on both your gun and rifle, securing the chargers to your vest.
A message on your phone tells you the security cameras and the alarms are all turned off, so you close the car and start walking towards the mansion, your leg back to its full potential, your heart beating hard in your chest, your mind working faster than ever, hyperactive.
You reach the gates and you move around to the fence, cutting it open and sliding in, holding your rifle up as you quickly take out the two guys standing in front of the house.
You climb up the balcony, forcing the window open and entering what looks like a studio. Silently closing the door behind, you move to the corridors, shooting at the men in front of you, picking them up before they fall on the ground, slowly lowering them. The house is all clear in a matter of minutes, and you reach an open space, the lights of the kitchen turned on as you hide behind the door frame, spotting Rawlins in front of the open fridge.
Billy has never been so scared in his entire life, not even for his own life when he was 11, not even during his first tour, or the first time someone shot him. Someone wakes him up in the middle of the night, and when he opens the door he finds a shaky man, mumbling something about you needing help, thatâs when his blood gets cold. He starts rambling about you and Rawlins and how itâs been four hours since you reached the house and still havenât made it back. âI canât go there, I donât even know how to hold a gunâ Lieberman adds, and Billy is already changing into his tactical gear, every weapons he own on him as he walks out his place, telling Micro to go back to his station, checking and clearing all the cameras, that he will call him as soon as he can.
When Billy reaches Rawlins house he doesnât know what to expect; he knows youâre skilled, more than him, shit probably even more than Frank. He saw you fight, he knows you could easily kill those guards and get to Rawlins in less than a hour, but he knows your body is weak and tired, and your judgment is compromised by anger and grief.
He finds the house completely clear, only the kitchen light on as he slowly walks in, gun in hand.
Youâre sitting on the floor, covered in blood in front of Rawlinsâ body hanging from the ceiling. He calls your name and you turn surprisingly quickly, throwing a knife at him that he dodges at the last minute. He looks back at you, now standing with your gun raised at him. He slowly raises his hands, putting the gun away
âItâs me, itâs Billyâ he says calmly, looking at your shaking body âAre you hurt?â
You donât answer, and he slowly walks to you, hands still raised as he takes the gun from you, putting it in his pants as he keeps his eyes on you. He slowly touches your arm, reaching your shoulder and then your face, clearing some of the dry blood and he sighs in relief when he understands itâs not yours. He moves your limp body against his, hugging you tight.
Itâs only when you're safe in arms that he dares to look up at Rawlinsâ lifeless body; heâs hanging from a chandelier, his hands tied together with some ropes. His face is almost unrecognizable; the left side of his face already deformed by Frank with an ugly milky eye, the right side freshly scarred by you, his eye completely destroyed. You broke his jaw, his tongue on the floor as you put what looks like a flash drive in his mouth.
You shot him in the groin and it makes Billy shiver, his body fully dried out and a pool of blood formed at his feet, his wrist and ankles cut open.
He slowly moves his face away, looking down at your empty eyes, pupils wide because of the adrenaline. He picks up your rifle and the knife you threw him, taking your hand as he walks outside, moving you to his car. Youâre completely in shock, letting him maneuver you like a doll. He quickly calls Micro, letting him know youâre okay and that heâs taking you home. Lieberman thanks him, telling Billy heâs gonna take care of the car he gave you. You reach Biancaâs home in complete silence and he quietly brings you upstairs. You point at your door, giving him the key and he moves you inside. You stand a bit shaky where he puts you, and it makes his heart ache seeing you like that.
He approaches you slowly, telling you heâs gonna take off your clothes and you slowly nod. He takes the knives and charger from your body, putting them in your cargo bag and hiding it under your bed. He takes off your vest, kneeling down to take off your boots and your pants, looking at the angry scar on your left thigh for a moment before standing up again, taking off your shirt. Youâre standing there in your underwear, the upper part of your body covered in blood. He takes your hand again, moving you to the bathroom, filling the bath with hot water and lowering you in it.
He gently cleanses your face and your hair as you slowly start to get back to your mind, shaking and sobbing as you share the most intimate moment you ever had with Billy.
He takes his time washing you, helping you out when heâs done, wrapping a warm towel around your almost naked body. He leaves you for a second, coming back with a clean pair of underwear. âYou okay changing yourself, love?â You nod and he leaves the room, keeping the door open as he gives you his back. You change, unstable on your left leg. You walk to him and he turns, smiling at you as he helps you in a pair of leggins and an old sweatshirt.
He moves you to your bed, laying you down before he stands back
âBill?â he turns to look at you âStay with me?â and he smiles, nodding as he takes off his boots, laying down on his side, facing you
âIâm sorry, I shouldnât have blamed youâ you mumble, tears poking your already red eyes. He brings a hand up, stroking your cheek slowly as he moves you closer
âI didnât want any of this to happen, I just didnât want to lose youâ he whisper, and you nod, sniffling a little as you nuzzle your face against his neck
âI know he was your family, but youâre mine. Youâre my homeâ he murmurs, stroking your head slowly, and you move away from him a little, tilting your head up to look at him. His eyes are wet and he gives you a shy smile.
You smile back, leaning closer as your lips caress his, softly and hesitantly. He hums, bringing you closer by your neck, kissing you gently but firm.
âI love you, Russoâ he grins against you, biting your lower lips lightly before kissing you again, taking his sweet time to explore your mouth.
âLikewise, Sergeant Major, likewiseâ he mumbles, his nose lovingly bumping against yours before he kisses you again, his fingers stroking your skin gently.
For the first time in weeks, your heart aches with something that is not pain.
Warning: Marines / Military inaccuracy, does not follow The Punisher storyline, friends (idiots) to lovers, slowburn, angst, fluff, mention of weapons and violence, very descriptive scene of torture, cursing, injuries, death, characterâs death, blood, PTSD, nightmares, talk / description of paste abuse / child abuse / homeless underage, morally grey characters, fighting (both verbally and phisically)
Your head feels heavy, and your whole body hurts. You grunt as you look around the room, light hurting your eyes a little as you squeeze them a couple of times. Youâre in the bed of a hospital room, memories of being on and off consciousness during your flight back to New York flashing in your mind. Images of what happened in Kandahar coming back to you too, making your eyes water as you hold back a sob.
You hiss in pain as you try to move, your left leg patched up, bruises covering most of your lower body. You try to move your toes, sighing happily when they actually respond, at least didnât lose your leg. It feels off though, trying to sit up on the bed, pushing on your legs to sit up and feeling that your left limb is not doing a good job at keeping you straight up. You swear as you sit back, turning around to look at the door as you hear his voice
âYou really should not get upâ Billy say, closing the door behind him as he stands in front of it
âAlways silent like a fucking pantherâ you mumble, your hand around the headboard as you try to get up again. Billy rushes to you, but you hold your other hand to stop him âI can do it.â You mumble, pushing harder as you manage to stand, putting more of your weight on your right leg.
âStubborn as always I seeâ he huffs as he looks at you
âWhy are you here?â you ask, searching his body for any sign of injury
âGood to see you too, uh?â he smirks, rolling his eyes at the non-pleased look on your face âI asked to be sent back to Force Recon weeks ago, they sent the injured back to New York and I managed to get on the plane tooâ
âWhy did you ask to be sent back? And why didnât you tell me?â
âAfter what happened with Orange I thoughtâŠâ you canât hear another word of what heâs saying after that. Orangeâs name bringing back everything, quick and sharp
âWhy did Orange say I should have been dead?â you look at him, your mind still feeling dizzy from the drugs but you try to focus on his form, watching as his body stiffens, his eyes widening just slightly, and he rolls his shoulder before he speaks
âI donât know what-â âDonât give me shit Russo, you have âliarâ written all over you. What do you know?â
He just stands there, guilt filling his eyes as he looks down âHe saw us on the craft, he thought you knew about the drug dealing and - and said he was gonna kill you if I ended our dealâ
âBut he didnât send me to rescue you, I came without permission. And there was no time to call back base and tell them about - about Donnieâs crush, how could he knowâŠâ you look at him, his arms crossed over his chest tight, his glassy eyes avoiding yours âBilly, how did he know?â
âI donât know, someone must have told him about the crush and he probably thought -â âBilly how the fuck did he know?!â you shout, his eyes snapping up at yours, tears falling down your face as he steps closer, making you take an unstable step back, wanting to keep as much distance as possible from him
âHe threatened you. When he mentioned wings on your craft I - I didnât correct him. I didnât think he was really gonna do it. Iâm sorry but I - I canât lose you, not because of me. I -â he mumbles, you can see guilt in his eyes, if things were different youâd probably rush to him to keep him close, but not now. Not when the awareness of Donnie dying in your place hits you in the face
âAnd you thought this was better?! Tell me, tell me who the fuck you think you are to chose my life over Donnie's!â you shout, bringing your hand to your back, searching for your gun, and you see his eyes getting darker
âThey took away your weapons.â he says, and you clearly see how much that hurts him since he doesnât even try to hide it. âI didnât think it through. I didnât know you were gonna fly that night, I thought I had time to come back and explain everything to you, I -â
âItâs bullshit, bullshit! You made a choice when you didnât correct him, when you let Orange believe he was gonna point at me!â youâre yelling at him, people passing in front of the door and giving you strange looks from the glass. You turn, rage filling you as you take the cup from the nightstand, throwing it Billy, hitting him in the arm
âHe died without even meeting his baby, he had a fucking family, you had no right to choose my life over his, you fucking asshole!â youâre crying, words coming out blurry as the urge to punch this pain out of your body fills you. Youâre ready to hurt Billy as you move away from the bed and walk to him, barely making three steps before you fall down on your face. He's fast to wrap his arms around you, one hand under your injured leg to avoid even more damage. You sink down, sobbing against his chest as he embraces you, shushing as he gently rocks you.
The touch comforts you, the feel of his hands on your cheek and his smell feel like home.
But itâs not enough to soothe the pain and the anger growing inside of you.
Youâre on him before you can even process it, your legs straddling him as you punch his face. Heâs quick to react as he grabs your wrist, forcing you to stop your assault without hurting you. Your body is too weak to fight him, and you just stare down at him sobbing, still trying to get your arms off his hold.
âHow dare you? He was my familyâ you cry out, his face swelling with emotion as he looks at you without saying a word.
Two nurses rush in, picking you up and placing you back on the bed, and at this point you donât even try to fight them off anymore. They stand between you and Billy, giving him a strange look before he tells them to leave, and they reluctantly do.
âWhere is Orange now?â you ask, your voice soft, too tired to keep fighting
âSent back home, Frank messed his eyeâ he answer, voice emotionless as he looks down at the ground
âGo away, I donât want to see you.â you state, avoiding his hurt gaze as you see his face snapping up to look at you, eyes pleading you to not push him away.
He stands there for a whole minute, watching you intensely before he turns, heading to the door and leaving your room.
Thatâs the last time you see Billy.
A doctor comes in after a while, with a lawyer and a lot of government and marine people. She explains that you wonât lose your leg, but you damaged a pretty important nerve. They go on for an hour explaining the procedure youâll need, the long physiotherapy youâll have to go through before they give you the real shit; you wonât be able to go back to Air-Ground.
âI want out anyway.â you say, looking at the Colonel in front of you
âI was sent to do shit I donât want to do anymore, and before you give me that look, I wonât start any legal shit against the Marines, I just want out for goodâ
âYou could still have a pretty good career in front of you. Train new recruits, we could use your experienceâ says the Colonel as you shake your head
âAll do respect, sir, Iâve had my fill. I want outâ
Then they proceed to explain what is legally gonna happen to explain your injuries - since Kandahar never appeared on official records - and how theyâre gonna move to give you an honorable discharge. The last thing they tell you is that Donnieâs funeral is gonna be in three days. After that youâre alone again, left to cry yourself to sleep, your hand wrapped around the little metal hanging from your neck, your thumb tracing the letters till you doze off, exhausted. You wake up a couple of hours later from yet another nightmare, sweaty and panting, your cheeks wet with tears as you sit up, a tray with some food on your nightstand. You get nauseous at the mere thought of eating, but you need to regain full strength so you give in, sitting on the edge of the bed and bringing the plate on your knees. Youâre almost done when a knock on the door brings you back from your thoughts, and you look up, finding Bianca and Blake, a sleeping baby in her arms as they walk in.
Youâre petrified as you look at the little boy, shaking slightly.
âMy baby, how are you?â Bianca sits at your side, her hands cupping your cheek as you cry
âIâm so sorry Bianca, I should have -â her eyes filled with tears but her smile warm as she cuts you off âItâs not your fault, Y/N, he knew the risk when he enlistedâ
You look up at her, pondering for a second if you should tell her the truth; youâre not worried about her judging you, you deserve that, and thereâs nothing they could tell you that you havenât told yourself already. But giving her information about Kandahar may put them in danger, so you just nod, lowering your head as you cry, her arms wrapping around you as she hugs you tight.
A little cry makes your head shoot back up, looking at Blake cooing at the little toddler in her arms.
âSomeone would like to meet youâ She says, her eyes filled with pain and grief, but not with anger towards you, and you smile back at her, extending your arms as she gently handles you the baby
âTwenty hours delivering him and he has the audacity to look just like his fatherâ she says, and you chuckle slightly, looking down at those big black eyes, staring back at you with curiosity
âHi Jordanâ you mumble, your finger brushing lightly against his puffy cheek. âYou really look like your dadâ you smile, lulling him a little as you tear up again. You had no idea you could love so much someone youâve never met before. You kiss his head before giving him back to Blake.
They sit with you for a while, and they start asking you questions; they were told that you both got deployed to Air-Ground, normal missions outside the States as in Afghanistan. Youâre not ready to explain them what truly happened, not yet, not when the person who killed Donnie is still alive. So you simply behave like you always did, sharing little detail and saying thereâs not a lot you can talk about.
They just nod, knowing well enough you donât have permission to talk about your work, and they stop asking questions. You tell them about your decision to quit the Marines, and theyâre not either surprised or objecting, Bianca more relieved than anything.
They spend some time with you, showing you pics and videos of Jordan, and your heart stops hurting for a little bit, surrounded by their warmth. It doesn't last long tho, pain filling your chest again as soon as they step off the room.
Youâre alone again for a while before a soldier comes into your room. Youâve never seen him, and you panic when you realize someone in the government wants you dead and youâre alone without weapons. You relax soon when he salutes you, addressing you with your rank before stepping closer, handing you a big blank envelope.
âA guy from your team asked me to give you this when we left Kandahar. He said it was importantâ
You nod, thanking him before he leaves. You open it, curious to know what anyone from your unit could have possibly left you.
Thereâs a disk and a flash drive inside, âOrangeâ written on both of them. You find some pictures in the envelope too; there are photos of Orange, with and without the balaclava on, pics of the bodies they made you bury outside the camp, copies of some documents locating the off-record mission in Kandahar, associating it with Agent Orange.
And then, the best gift youâve ever received; a blurry but still readable photo of an ID card, CIA agent William Rawlins. You smirk, the pain youâve been feeling for days almost completely leaving your body.
You havenât slept a bit during the night, nightmares hunting you every time you tried to rest a bit, so you decided to just stay awake, planning your next moves carefully.
Youâre laying down, Frank and Maria sitting in the two chairs in front of your bed, Jr and Lisa on both your sides as they show you the drawing they made for you. You smile at them, keeping them close as you feel like crying again; they grew up so much since the last time you saw them, and you canât stop thinking about all the time you lost with your loved ones. You chat with them for a bit before they hug you and leave with Maria,leaving you alone with Frank.
âYou asked to be sent back to Force Recon too?â he just nods, and you smile a little, sighing before you speak again
âGo on Frankie, give me your big speach, I can fucking read it on your faceâ he laughs, sitting on the edge of the bed
âBill told me everything. About Kandaharâ you nod âI know you donât want to talk about him now, and that you partially blame him. But I also know you love him, and he loves you, try to see things from his eyes, he-â
"It was not his choice to make! Jordan is growing up without his dad, Bianca and Blake are devastated. I have nothing, it should have been me!" you spit out, your voice higher than you expected.
"We protect the people that we love, Y/N, whatever it takes. I'd put myself in front of open fire for you and Bill, but if I'd come down to save Maria or the kids I know who I'd choose" he says calmly, knowing how arsh the things heâs saying are, but heâs being the most honest heâs ever been right now
"No Castle, you're talking about your family, your fucking wife and kids, it has nothing to do with me and Billy, nothing" you huff, looking at him as he simply doesnât answer. You stare at each other for a while before he gets up, patting your hand lightly as he walks to the door. He turns a little, looking at you before speaking again
âI know what youâre gonna do, Smith came to me and told me about the envelope. I wonât try to stop you, itâs exactly what I would do. Just, donât kill yourself Majorâ
He gives you a little smile before leaving the room. You look down at your hands, Frankâs words echoing in your mind. âHe loves youâ
You sigh, getting up from your bed slowly, grunting at how weak you feel. You walk outside, calling for a nurse and asking to use the gym. He takes a lot of convincing, as he goes on saying youâre too early into post-operation and just need to rest.
You spend hours in the gym, your body screaming that youâre not ready to go back to full form yet, but you donât have time; every day you spend in bed is one more day for Rawlins to heal and plan his revenge on you.
You spend two more days in the hospital before you sign to be discharged, every doctor telling you itâs a bad idea, that you need time and physiotherapy and that not getting the cure you need could compromise your leg even more.
You thank them all before getting off the hospital, a taxi bringing you to your apartment.
You sigh as you close the door behind you, the stairs killed you and your leg is shooting pain from your toes to your stomach. You sit down, taking the envelope off your bag and opening your computer, your hands shaking slightly as you put the flash drive in. A video opens, a guy hanging in the middle of the interrogation room screaming in a language you do not understand, Rawlins beating him, his face is covered but the clothes are the same he wore in the picture where his face is showing. The video goes on, a masked man who you recognize as Frank shoots him, and then the video ends.
You close the computer abruptly, shaking slightly as the screams from your time in Kandahar rush back in your ears. You get up, reaching your bedroom and digging under the pile of clothes in your room till you find an old bag and take it off. Youâve stuffed away some weapons and documents, because youâve always been paranoid and the Marines sure fed that side of yours. Thereâs also a non-trackable phone with some emergency contacts on and you swear under your breath as you dial one and bring the phone to your ear.
âHello?â âMicro, I need your helpâ
You meet with him in an abandoned building outside the city. Itâs the middle of the night, the gun in your jeans making you feel safe, even if you wouldnât trust your reflex with how many painkillers youâre on right now, your brain seems to be moving at half its speed.
âYour call took me by surprise, Y/L/N.â he says, his body rigid as he looks at you
âI had no one else to call, Iâm really sorry Lieberman, I wouldnât have called you if I had another choiceâ you mumble
âEverything I can do to help, with what you did for me I -â
âDonât even say that, itâs fine, reallyâ you smile, moving around to lean on a table nearby. You sigh, taking a deep breath before you start explaining what happened to him
âI need you to find where this man lives and I need you to clear the cameras for me so they canât locate me on the crime scene, can you put them in a loop? Also, I have documents and videos of what happened in Kandahar. I want everything public if anything happens to me, but I want the soldiers clear. And maybe find me some adrenaline?â
Heâs blinking double the normal rate as he looks at you, his voice high when he starts speaking again
âCrime scene? Youâre planning to kill a CIA agent? And adrenaline? Y/N what the fuck is this, câmonâ
âYes, Iâm gonna kill a CIA agent, Iâm gonna make him feel what I felt when he took my family away. And I fucked up my leg, I need adrenaline if I want to be able to walk away from there.â you explain, your hand running up and down your leg trying to soothe the pain a little, before you speak again. âI know Iâm asking you a lot, but Iâm gonna do it anyway. Your help means Iâm walking out of this aliveâ
He groans, a hand to his face as he nervously runs his fingers through his hair. âYouâre playing the âhelp me or I dieâ card, itâs unfairâ you chuckle at his comment, getting up and patting his shoulder as you walk away. âTalk to you soon, Liebermanâ
Donnieâs funeral was not your first Marine farewell, but it was definitely like no one you ever went before. You managed to keep a straight posture, fighting back tears the whole ceremony. You marched in front of your unit, your legs almost giving up a couple of times. You saluted him with shaky hands, spotting Frank and Billy in their uniform next to the big crowd. You stand in the front of the empty closed casket while they fold the flag, and you slowly kneel in front of Bianca as you hand it to her. She smiles at you through tears, and it makes your heart hurt even more knowing this will be the second flag in her home.
You leave the ceremony as soon as you can, quickly hugging Bianca and Blake and dodging the Castles as you rush to the taxi. You sink down against the seat, taking off your gloves as the old man asks you where you have to go. You take a deep breath, bursting into tears soon after. Your uniform and the military graveyard nearby probably giving away the reason why youâre crying. The driver takes his hat off, bowing his head as turn back in his seat. You sob a little as you try to steady your breath âIâm sorryâ you mumble
âTake your time, maâamâ you smile a little, thanking him before giving him your address.
He drives slowly, before he speaks again âThey never leaves us, maâamâ
âHe was my brother, not only a comradeâ you murmur, watching the buildings pass outside
âItâs the second flag my - my mother receivesâ you add, and you can see his eyes watering. âMy son served too, army. We lost him in his first tourâ
âIâm sorry sirâ you look down at your hand, sighing before he stops in front of your house.
He turns, offering his hand and you shake it with a smile. He tells you he doesn't want to be paid, and you shake your head as you leave the money on the empty seat next to you, smiling again at him before leaving the car.
You sink down on the floor as you get home, your body hurting, inside and out as you cry again. You doze off against the door, the ringtone of your phone jolts you awake
âI have what you need. Same place, same hour tonightâ Lieberman says before hanging.
You groan as you get up from the ground, slowly taking off your clothes as you move to the bedroom, laying down on your bed, looking up at the ceiling before you force yourself to fall asleep again. You manage to sleep five hours, waking up from vivid nightmares before getting back to sleep again; itâs excruciating, seeing all those faces again when you could simply avoid him without sleeping. But you know your body needs rest, even as shitty as this is.
Youâre back in the old building, Lieberman explaining you what he found and how heâs gonna move tomorrow
âIâll start the loop to all the cameras from the address you gave me to Rawlins house, you just need to follow the path I marked for youâ he says, handing you the map and some keys âI have this old car parked here you can use. We start at 10pm, youâll drive for almost 30 minutes. Rawlins has a security system, I can easily turn it off from here. Thereâs probably gonna be from ten to fifteen men guarding him, he increased personal security since he came back with half his original eyes. The guns and the adrenaline are already in the carâ you nod, listening to him as you look at the map
âPerfect, Iâll leave my phone at Biancaâs house, be sure itâs shown in the systemâ he nods âAnd Lieberman, if anything happens to me while Iâm there - I have a couple of numbers Iâd like you to reachâ
You hand him a paper and he looks at it before smirking âWhatâs that grin on your face?â
âOh nothing, just noticing Russo is first in hereâ he grins again, looking at you âShut upâ you groan and he chuckles
âDavid?â you call him, and he brings his attention back to you âThank youâ you say, giving him a little smile before you get up. You pat him on his back before leaving.
Youâre at Biancaâs place, sitting on the couch with the little Jordan in your arms, giggling as you blow on his stomach. Youâve spent the evening with them, eating dinner before helping them with some things around the house. Now, Blake is coming in to put Jordan to sleep, and youâre alone with Bianca. You look at her, eyes lost in the room before she blinks, smiling at you. You smile back, taking her hand in yours
âI never truly thanked you for everything you did to me Biancaâ you say softly, gazing at her
âYou donât have toâ she answers, her voice warm âYes, I do. You saved me, Iâm where I am now only because of you. Finding you was the best thing that ever happened to me. I love you, momâ
She takes you into a tender embrace, sobbing slightly as you hug her back. You spend a couple of minutes in each other's arms, before she gets up, wishing you a good night and kissing your head as she murmurs a soft âmy babyâ that makes your heart swell.
You spend an hour with Blake, watching a stupid romcom before you wish her goodnight and move upstairs to your old room. You lock yourself in, changing into your tactical clothes and injecting the adrenaline in your leg, waiting for Blake to move into her room too. You wait for them to fall asleep before you open the window and quietly get off.
You reach the car, parked a couple of blocks from Biancaâs house. You check your phone and find a message from Micro, telling you everything is okay and you can go. Itâs a couple of minutes past 10 when you turn on the car and start driving.
Rawlinsâ house is outside the city, country house in deep vegetation. You can feel the epinephrine starting to kick in as you drive, your mouth sour with anxiety.
You park in a safe spot behind some trees, getting out of the car and opening the trunk. You have your knives on, two wrapped around your thighs and one in your boot. You put the suppressor on both your gun and rifle, securing the chargers to your vest.
A message on your phone tells you the security cameras and the alarms are all turned off, so you close the car and start walking towards the mansion, your leg back to its full potential, your heart beating hard in your chest, your mind working faster than ever, hyperactive.
You reach the gates and you move around to the fence, cutting it open and sliding in, holding your rifle up as you quickly take out the two guys standing in front of the house.
You climb up the balcony, forcing the window open and entering what looks like a studio. Silently closing the door behind, you move to the corridors, shooting at the men in front of you, picking them up before they fall on the ground, slowly lowering them. The house is all clear in a matter of minutes, and you reach an open space, the lights of the kitchen turned on as you hide behind the door frame, spotting Rawlins in front of the open fridge.
Billy has never been so scared in his entire life, not even for his own life when he was 11, not even during his first tour, or the first time someone shot him. Someone wakes him up in the middle of the night, and when he opens the door he finds a shaky man, mumbling something about you needing help, thatâs when his blood gets cold. He starts rambling about you and Rawlins and how itâs been four hours since you reached the house and still havenât made it back. âI canât go there, I donât even know how to hold a gunâ Lieberman adds, and Billy is already changing into his tactical gear, every weapons he own on him as he walks out his place, telling Micro to go back to his station, checking and clearing all the cameras, that he will call him as soon as he can.
When Billy reaches Rawlins house he doesnât know what to expect; he knows youâre skilled, more than him, shit probably even more than Frank. He saw you fight, he knows you could easily kill those guards and get to Rawlins in less than a hour, but he knows your body is weak and tired, and your judgment is compromised by anger and grief.
He finds the house completely clear, only the kitchen light on as he slowly walks in, gun in hand.
Youâre sitting on the floor, covered in blood in front of Rawlinsâ body hanging from the ceiling. He calls your name and you turn surprisingly fast, throwing a knife at him that he dodges just in time. He looks back at you, now standing with your gun raised at him. He slowly raises his hands, putting his gun away
âItâs me, itâs Billyâ he says calmly, looking at your shaking body âAre you hurt?â
You donât answer, and he slowly walks to you, hands still raised as he takes the gun from you, putting it in his pants as he keeps his eyes on you. He slowly touches your arm, reaching your shoulder and then your face, clearing some of the dry blood and he sighs in relief when he understands itâs not yours. He moves your limp body against his, hugging you tight.
Itâs only when you're safe in arms that he dares to look up at Rawlinsâ lifeless body; heâs hanging from a chandelier, his hands tied together with some ropes. His face is almost unrecognizable; the left side of his face already deformed by Frank with an ugly milky eye, the right side freshly scarred by you, his eye completely destroyed. You broke his jaw, his tongue on the floor as you put what looks like a flash drive in his mouth.
You shot him in the groin and it makes Billy shiver, his body fully dried out and a pool of blood formed at his feet, his wrist and ankles cut open.
He slowly moves his face away, looking down at your empty eyes, pupils wide because of the adrenaline. He picks up your rifle and the knife you threw him, taking your hand as he walks outside, moving you to his car. Youâre completely in shock, letting him maneuver you like a doll. He quickly calls Micro, letting him know youâre okay and that heâs taking you home. Lieberman thanks him, telling Billy heâs gonna take care of the car he gave you. You reach Biancaâs home in complete silence and he quietly brings you upstairs. You point at your door, giving him the key and he moves you inside. You stand a bit shaky where he puts you, and it makes his heart ache seeing you like that.
He approaches you slowly, telling you heâs gonna take off your clothes and you slowly nod. He takes the knives and charger from your body, putting them in your cargo bag and hiding it under your bed. He takes off your vest, kneeling down to take off your boots and your pants, looking at the angry scar on your left thigh for a moment before standing up again, taking off your shirt. Youâre standing there in your underwear, the upper part of your body covered in blood. He takes your hand again, moving you to the bathroom, filling the bath with hot water and lowering you in it.
He gently cleanses your face and your hair as you slowly start to get back to your mind, shaking and sobbing as you share the most intimate moment you ever had with Billy.
He takes his time washing you, helping you out when heâs done, wrapping a warm towel around your almost naked body. He leaves you for a second, coming back with a clean pair of underwear. âYou okay changing yourself, love?â You nod and he leaves the room, keeping the door open as he gives you his back. You change, unstable on your left leg. You walk to him and he turns, smiling at you as he helps you in a pair of leggins and an old sweatshirt.
He moves you to your bed, laying you down before he stands back
âBill?â he turns to look at you âStay with me?â and he smiles, nodding as he takes off his boots, laying down on his side, facing you
âIâm sorry, I shouldnât have blamed youâ you mumble, tears poking your already red eyes. He brings a hand up, stroking your cheek slowly as he moves you closer
âI didnât want any of this to happen, I just didnât want to lose youâ he whisper, and you nod, sniffling a little as you nuzzle your face against his neck
âI know he was your family, but youâre mine. Youâre my homeâ he murmurs, stroking your head slowly, and you move away from him a little, tilting your head up to look at him. His eyes are wet and he gives you a shy smile.
You smile back, leaning closer as your lips caress his, softly and hesitantly. He hums, bringing you closer by your neck, kissing you gently but firm.
âI love you, Russoâ he grins against you, biting your lower lips lightly before kissing you again, taking his sweet time to explore your mouth.
âLikewise, Sergeant Major, likewiseâ he mumbles, his nose lovingly bumping against yours before he kisses you again, his fingers stroking your skin gently.
For the first time in weeks, your heart aches with something that is not pain.
