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I want him. what who said that..
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brunette sentry appreciation post <3
I want him. what who said that..
CHRIS EVANS GQ Magazine (Sept 19, 2023)
I GOT A FUCKING RAISE THE POTATO WORKED WTF
This potato works. Every. Fucking. Time.
Reblogging because it’s a damn potato and I want to encourage people to assume potatoes are magical.
w-what if potato is actually lucky
I fear this is me…
fucktoy | f1 grid
pairing: dom!carlos sainz ; dom!daniel ricciardo ; dom!mick schumacher ; dom!charles leclerc x sub!bimbo!reader
warnings: smut, spitting, hair pulling, dacryphilia, blowjob, mention of gagging, size kink, dumbification
w/c: 0.7k
summary: the f1 grid loves to simply use you as their fucktoy or as a stress relief and nothing else.
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thinking about how the f1 grid would simply use you as a stress relief, as a simple fucktoy they can use whenever and wherever they want.
Robert Pattinson as Bruce Wayne THE BATMAN (2022) dir. Matt Reeves
𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲 • dark!bruce wayne x reader
𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 • you know your best friend well enough to know that he's keeping a secret from you, you just can't figure out what— or why. but you're about to learn a lot of new things about him that you never could've imagined.
𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 • 4.5k
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 • this is a DARK fic!! (noncon, slightly yandere, slightly soft!dark), smut (unwanted creampie and very slight breeding kink?), NO spoilers for the batman 2022 in this plot!!, some angst, a knife but nobody gets hurt, unrequited love (or IS IT?!), emo bruce is emo
𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐜, 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬, 𝐢𝐬 𝟏𝟖+ 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲
𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐞𝐛𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦
𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝
Your best friend had been acting strangely for some time now.
oh my god, this is so good! there were so many good lines in this that had me whispering “damn” under my breath over and over, but i really liked this part in particular:
“Sometimes love hurts,” he explained nonchalantly. “All the most important love hurts.”
Unfortunately, you knew he was right about that; loving him all this time had hurt, in its own way, but never like this. Maybe this was just the cost of him loving you back.
i love everything about this, from bruce literally running from reader to reader helping him take off his eye makeup to their dysfunctional dynamic as friends but also wanting to be more. once again, great work, not that i would ever expect anything less!
Lingering Shadows
Pairing: Bruce Wayne x GN!Reader (The Batman)
WC: 4.8k
Summary: You saved Batman’s life one night after finding him bleeding out in an alley by your apartment, and now Bruce can’t seem to stay away…
Note: This fic is the result of me spending 3 hours simping over RPatz in The Batman, and is also my contribution to @barnesafterglow ‘s All to Well writing challenge! Tiff, I hope this fic is all that you want and more. <3 Thank you for understanding my obsession over this brooding man.
Warnings: Blood, violence, injuries, assault, angstttttttt
“just grab my hand and don’t ever drop it” i know places, 1989
(Part 2)
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“B?”
Bruce wasn’t sure if he would ever get used to the way your voice temporarily soothed every anguished thought in his head when you called out to him. The way that - even as he stood in the darkest corner of your bedroom, dressed as the unidentifiable vigilante of Gotham City - your eyes would always manage to lock onto his, and he felt like his soul was bared out before you.
He remained still. “Sorry,” he said in his usual low, grizzly voice. “Didn’t mean to wake you.”
When he first started coming to your place, you would always try to roll over and turn on the lamp by your nightstand to be able to see him. But then you noticed the way the Batman would flinch, suddenly shifting from a rigid stillness to anxious movements, desperately looking for a dark spot to hide in.
Dark! Sugar Daddy! Bruce Wayne x Fem! Reader
Warnings and tags: DARK FIC, fingering, sugar daddy au, smut, ABUSE, fucking, GASLIGHTING
A/n: Bruce Wayne whoooo yeah Bruce yeahh whoooo
“i hate this part.” “what part?” “seeing you happy without me.” + billy russo, he's the one who's saying the 1st and third line. please spare me no pain, i need to cry
being TOTALLY honest, i don’t know if this is really as sad & cry-worthy as it is just.. infuriating jdkdkd
𝒹𝓇𝓊𝓂 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝒶 𝒷𝑒𝒶𝓉 | ᥇.᥅.
fandom marvel
featuring billy russo x ex!reader (f)
rating sfw, heed warnings
content warning poorly written angst, suggestions of domestic violence, allusions of mistreatment & a toxic relationship
summary maybe, he hoped you were as miserable as he was.
word count 1.3k / mini musing
attention not proofread. please reblog. do not copy/translate/repost.
you were trying your best to ignore it. to ignore him, and the way your stomach knotted up when you saw him. just sitting there, his oblivion gaze flickering to your table every so often. you felt sick when his eyes were upon you, hit by a tidal wave of memories.
the fights. all the screaming. your tears outlining the pain in mascara over your cheeks. you thought about the last night you spent with him, and how your bags had been packed by the door, and yet you lay in his bed, staring at the ceiling and listening to the sound of his breathing. he wasn’t sleeping, he was doing the same. you were crying, and not once did he wrap his arms around you for comfort, not once did he move an inch— just laid there, listening to the sound of your broken heart like a glass shattering on the floor. you might as well have been miles apart, because the few inches between you felt like an ocean of unspoken words.
𝒸𝑜𝓂𝓂𝒾𝓉 ⎹ 𝓑.𝓡.
fandom the punisher / the defenders masterlist
featuring mafia!billy russo x reader ( f! )
rating none of my work is meant to be viewed by minors (anyone under the age of eighteen), and i will happily block any that interact with my posts or my blog.
content warning this is a dark fic. murder suggested, blood mention. guns, abusive behavior, cat and mouse, obsessive!billy
summary did you really think you could get away from him?
word count 2.4k / mini musing
attention not proofread, may contain mistakes. do not repost or translate, even with ‘credit’. just don’t do it. reblog instead of like. leave feedback if you enjoyed.
love you to death writing event
you used to sleep relatively soundly, but that wasn’t the case anymore, not since you met Billy Russo.
the door to your apartment opens, bangs against the wall, and then slams shut. you startle and sit straight up, grabbing the pillow from behind you and hugging it close on your lap. heavy boots clatter on the linoleum as he kicks them off, and you could imagine they’re caked in mud, leaving a layer of muck on your floor.
why did he always come here?
your heart rate was tethered to his footsteps, pace increasing with each one until he pushes the door to your bedroom open.
Billy Russo in his marine uniform / for @russobill (♥)
No Matter What <> Billy Russo
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“Billy, please tell me you’re okay,” You demanded through the phone. “I’m really worried, and you know that’s a recipe for disaster,” you let out a nervous chuckle. He’s been out all day, only kissing your forehead while you were half asleep this morning before leaving to do who knows what. He’s Billy Russo, you never know what he’s going to do or when he’s going to do it.
You hang up the phone just as you walk into the kitchen only to see a black silhouette sitting in the recliner. You jumped, startled, despite not knowing why as this was a quite common occurrence - Billy coming home late and unknowingly, sitting in the dark, not letting you know he was around, etc.
“William Russo, you know I hate when you do that,” You breathe deeply, your hand on your chest.
“Sorry, love,” You could hear the chuckle in his voice. You could also hear the roughness, too, and you know he’s had a long day. He has a lot of long days, some easy, most are hard, most mentally exhausting on both your parts. You don’t know exactly what he goes out to do during the days and nights - it’s probably best that it’s kept that way - but you do know that he risks his life every day just to keep you safe, to keep you out of harm's way, just by eliminating those that threaten your life. You love him nonetheless, and you always will, despite his worries and doubts. You could never leave him. He was your life; that’s why you hated that he went out every day and risked his life for you instead of being here with you.
“Billy, please turn on the light. You know how on edge I get when I can’t see you,” You begin walking towards him, reaching out to turn on the lamp but he stops you, taking your hand lightly in his. He was a rough man, but he was always gentle with you.
“Please, don’t,” You never understood why he never wanted you to see him in his harsh states. You’ve seen him at his worst. I guess you could never understand as you’ve never been in his position. But, you have always accepted him just the way he is. No matter the scars, no matter the blood on his hands, you will love him with all your heart and soul, no matter what.
“Baby, it’s okay. Whatever it is, you know I can handle it,” Rubbing your thumb over the back of his hand, you turn towards him, your eyes adjusting just slightly.
“I know, but I hate that you have to see me this way. You don’t deserve to see me this way,” Billy sighs. You breathe in deep, knowing his fears all too well. You reach up, though, and turn on the lamp. Blood stained Billy’s hands, scars and scratches tattooed across his face.
“C’mon, my love. Let’s get you cleaned up,” You suggested softly, taking his hand and leading him towards the bathroom in your shared room. You sat him down on the bench inside after he washed his hands before you wet a washcloth to clean his wounds. Billy closes his eyes as you press the cloth to his face. He places his hands on your hips, holding you against him.
“I don’t know what to do,” Billy starts and you follow his line of sight to your stomach, to your four-month pregnant belly showing through your cropped sweatshirt. You set the washcloth in the sink before placing your hands on either side of his face, his hands traveling up to set on the skin just above your waist. “There’s so many threats out there, so many who know about you and who will do anything to get to you in order to get to me. I can’t let that happen. Once she gets here, I feel like I’ll miss everything just trying to keep you both safe, and…” Billy cuts himself off, resting his forehead against your stomach, your hands brushing through his hair calmingly.
“Stay with us. If they come for us, then you’ll be ready. But if you’re not here with us, then you can’t keep us safe. Stay here with us so that if they come, you’ll be here to keep us from harm’s way.” You answer.
“You don’t deserve this. I don’t deserve you,” Billy mentions out of nowhere.
“Billy Russo, don’t you start saying such things. You know that none of it is true,” You lift his chin so he’d be looking you in the eye. He instantly spots your ‘I mean business’ look. He knows with that look, he either said something wrong or he’s in trouble or both.
“But it is,” he finally stood up, his hands falling away from you as he left the bathroom, you on his heels. “If it wasn’t for me, you wouldn’t be in danger 24/7. If it wasn’t for me, you wouldn’t have to worry about every little thing, including your own life. If it wasn’t for me…” You wouldn’t take any more of this.
“If it wasn’t for you,” You cut him off. “I wouldn’t have found the love of my life. If it wasn’t for you, I wouldn’t be carrying our child right now.” You paused, walking up to him, placing your hands on either side of his face again, forcing him to look you in the eye. “If it wasn’t for you, I would not be standing here with the man I love more than anything, living the life that I wouldn’t change for the world because that means I wouldn’t have you. I can’t live without you - I won’t live without you. I refuse. And if you can’t accept that, well then tough luck because you’re stuck with me, no matter what.” Tears filled not only your eyes but his as well from your assuring words. “I love you, and there is nothing you could do or say that could ever change that.” You finish.
“I don’t deserve you, darling, but I wouldn’t change my life for the world. I love you, sweetheart. It’s a good thing you’re here for it all because I need you and I can’t live without you. I just wish I could give you a better, safer life.” One hand on your waist, the other on your cheek, brushing his thumb over your tears, he couldn’t tear his eyes away from yours.
“What’s a life without a little drama?” You let out a small laugh, receiving one from Billy as he leaned down, pressing his lips to yours, wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you close. Pulling back to breathe, you press a simple kiss to his cheek before burying your face in his neck as he soothes in the sweet aroma of your hair.
Billy chuckles as he feels you yawn against his neck. “Let’s get you to bed, my love.” He picks you up in his arms as he walks a few steps and places you gently on your bed. Undressing you, he covers you in the duvet before undressing himself, settling in beside you, his arms wrapped softly but tightly around you, holding you close against him, afraid that if he lets go, you’d disappear.
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Waking up to a strong grip on your hand, you open your eyes to see the start of one of Billy’s nightmares. You hated seeing him in so much pain and terror within his nightmares. It happens more commonly than you are comfortable with, although you are always there to calm him down and assure him that everything is alright.
“Billy, hey,” You began, trying to shake him awake before his nightmare became any worse. “Billy, love, wake up. It’s not real,” You place your hand against his cheek, rubbing your thumb across his cheekbone. “Billy, baby, it’s alright. Billy,” His eyes shot open, rushing to find your face in the dark.
“Y/N, what… d-did I hurt you? Are you okay?” Billy panicked, despite it being me that should be asking if he’s okay.
“I’m fine, sweetheart. You know you’d never hurt me.” Billy let out a relieved sigh as he laid back against his pillow, seeming to have forgotten about the dream for the time being.
“What was it this time?” You almost regretted asking the question as that soft, sad look filled Billy’s eyes as he looked up to you. One after the other, tears slid down his cheeks as you took Billy in your arms, holding his head to his chest.
“Please, baby, don’t leave me. I can’t lose you,” Billy cried softly.
“Shh… I’m right here, my love. I’m not going anywhere.” You promised him.
As he curled himself around your body, holding your smaller frame in his arms as an anchor, you took one of his hands and placed it on your belly. Ever since you became pregnant and he would have nightmares or just needed to be calmed down after a stressful day, you’d set his hand on your belly. Your baby would kick at her father’s touch and the feeling against his hand would ground him, bring him back to reality, let him know that you are there and that you’re not going anywhere.
Once feeling his unborn daughter’s kick, Billy bent down and pressed his lips to your belly, the slightest smile forming there. “Hi, baby,” He whispered. You leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to the top of his head.
Finally, Billy lifted his head to look back into your eyes. “It’s alright, love. I’m right here.” You told him with a sympathetic smile. Pressing a kiss to his forehead, you settled back down into bed with him, holding him in your arms, making sure he knew you were not going anywhere, no matter what.
Ben Barnes in Shadow and Bone (s1) as Aleksander Kirigan / The Darkling
Nice and Pretty
Billy Russo X Female Reader
Warnings: NSFW, Dark Billy Russo, Knife kink, Violence, Non-con, Dom/sub, Bondage, Fingering, Major character death, SMUT, Torture, Orgasm delay
Tears fell down your cheeks, soaking your t-shirt. Your body was shaking from the chesty sobs and loss of blood that had drenched your arms. The cuts on your wrists were gaping and the pain was unbearable. The gag in your mouth was saturated with saliva and blood and tears. Your vision was blurry from the tears, and you sniffled back the cries, scared to your core.
Never did you think this is how the night would end for you. All you wanted was to go home with your boyfriend after a day of working at the carousel and watch a movie. But there’d be none of those anymore. You turned your head slowly to the side, crying softly as you looked at your boyfriend’s lifeless body on the ground. Blood was pooling on the floor around him, the bullet hole in the side of his head. It had been quick and easy for him. His body had just been thrown to the side like a piece of trash and the moment it happened, you screamed and thrashed but it only made things worse.
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