Warnings: basically nothing, Andrew and reader being two idiots in love? And two terrible liars? fluff
“Our next guests are two Tony winners and Oscar nominated actors, starring in the new Netflix movie “Tik Tik Boom”, please welcome Y/N Y/L/N and Andrew Garfield, ladies and gentlemen!”
The crowd cheers loudly as you enter the room, smiling and waving as Andrew walks beside you, his hand resting on the small of your back. You reach Jimmy Fallon on the stage and hug him, moving away a little and chuckling as Andrew and Jimmy hug each other, swinging left and right for a while before they part.
You sit down on the couch, Andrew sitting next to you in front of Jimmy.
“Hi Jimmy, thanks for having us, nice to be back” you say, smiling at him as you adjust your dress
“It’s nice to have you both here! How are you?”
“We’re very good, and it’s so nice to see you. And I don’t say it because we’re on TV, genuinely happy to see you again!” Andrew answers, and you laugh along with the crowd
“So, we have quite a few things to talk about! Tik Tik Boom, it’s amazing, I loved it, and it’s doing great on Netflix. What can you tell me about it?” Jimmy asks, and you and Andrew start talking, giving each other a little time to describe the movie.
“And this is the first project you’ve worked on together? Are we gonna see the two of you again any time soon?”
“Yea, it’s our first movie together and well, you never know, I’d say time will tell!” you answer, smiling at Andrew
“I mean, she’s an amazing and talented actress, it was a great pleasure working with her so yea, I really hope we’ll work together again!” Andrew adds, making you chuckle and blush a little
“Oh thanks, you’re not so bad yourself” you smirk, poking him on his side a little
“About that, we have a couple of interesting rumors about you guys”
“Yea? You do?” Andrew asks smiling, looking at you before bringing his attention back to Jimmy
“First of, Tom Holland and Tobey Maguire, tell me about them”
“Who?” you ask, your face serious as Andrew and Jimmy laugh at you
“The new Spider-Man movie” he asks again
“Nah, never heard of it, don’t know what you’re talking about” you say and this time you laugh with them before Andrew starts talking
“We saw the trailer and it looks great, they’re doing amazing things with the character and I love it, I’m so excited to see what happens in this new one”
“There’s a photo going around on the internet guys, we saw you two and Toby on the set of the new Spider-Man movie!”
“Not, not sure about that” Andrew says, and you nod with him. Jimmy looks at you, a questioning look on his face
“I haven’t seen that, mate. Don’t know what you saw” you shrug, looking at him
“We know what’s up, do you know what’s up?” Jimmy add, the crowd cheering with him as you and Andrew look at each other, laughing
“Show us the photo, we can tell you whether it’s a true thing or not”
“But it’s been erased off the internet!” Jimmy adds “Oh how convenient Detective Fallon!”
You laugh at their little bickering, shaking your head before you speak
“I gotta say it’s photoshop, we’re not in the movie, pretty sure Toby isn’t either” you laugh at the crowd booing at you and you turn to them “We just trying to manage people’s expectation, boo at you too” You laugh, the two man next to you laughing too before Jimmy moves a little in his chair, bending down to take out a big photo and putting it on his desk
“Since it looks like we’re not getting anything from you, let’s move on. We do have a picture this time so you can say if this one is too a photoshop!” he ask, showing you a blurry picture from quite far away of Andrew embracing and apparently kissing you
“That's a terrible quality man, let me give you a better view” Andrew says, and you look at him with your brow raised before he fully turns in his chair, facing you, his hands on both your cheeks as he moves you closer, kissing you. You chuckle in the kiss, the crowd shouting as Jimmy applauds next to you.
You hum against his lips before moving away slowly, licking your lips as you smirk at him.
You chuckle, shaking your head as Jimmy exclaims “Well, wow!” and you turn to look at him, blushing slightly
“So, this is great news, safe to say congratulations?! How long have you guys been together?” Jimmy asks, his voice happy as he smiles
“We met filming Tik Tik Boom and we started going out one month? Was it one month?” Andrew says, turning to you as you nod “Yea one month after we started shooting we started going out and we have been together since then” he shrugs, wide smile on his face as he looks at you
“You guys kept it for yourself all this time!” Jimmy laughs
“We kinda wanted to be sure about it before it became public, it was still a new relationship but I think it’s safe to say we’re pretty sure about where this is going” You add, turning slightly to smile at Andrew as he takes your hand in his, kissing it.
“We’re so happy to hear this guys, congratulations again. More with the lovely Y/N Y/L/N and Andrew Garflied when we come back, everybody.” Jimmy says, announcing the commercial break.
After cameras stop rolling Jimmy turns to you, shaking both your hands as you chuckle, chatting a little about your lives as Andrew moves a little closer to you.
“Guess some rumors are true” Andrew smirks, quickly kissing you again, making everyone cheers at you.
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)
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 🥰
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.
Your firm has always been the strongest and most respected company in New York, providing military and personal security services all around the states.
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 buyers’ trust easily.
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 father’s. 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.
When you received the call inviting you and your father at the inauguration of Billy’s new facility you were feral. “It’s normal business courtesy, my dear, we always do the same.” That’s what your dad told you, along with “You’re gonna have to attend alone, I’ll be in Chicago that day.” You internally pouted and whined for the entire week; you didn’t 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 didn’t 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.
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 you’ve ever met, which made this whole hating him thing very difficult.
You’re now standing next to the catering, chatting with Patrick. You were ready to leave as soon as the presentation ended when he approached you; you’ve known each other for a couple of years, he’s the son of one of your dad’s dearest friends and he’s 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.
He’s 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 Billy’s dark eyes.
“Y/L/N, so glad you made it. You all alone?” he smiles, his gaze moving between you and Patrick.
“My father couldn’t make it today, but i know how to find company” you smile tightly as you gesture towards the tall man at your side.
“Patrick Jensen, from Jensen Enterprise. Pleasure to meet you” Billy shakes his hand, staring at him “Yes, I know how you are, the pleasure is all mine”
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.
“I didn’t know your contract with Jensen included fucking each other, your dads must be so proud” your eyes widen at his comment. Russo is a dick, but he’s never been so personal and offensive. You’re taken aback for a moment, before looking up at him.
“I didn’t know your contract with Homeland included you fucking Madami, you must be so proud of yourself.” you smile at him, leaving your flute on the table behind you before walking away.
You envied Madami, she was confident, strong, sure of her potential. And she was hot, probably the hottest woman you’ve 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.
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; you’ve never been a people’s person, you’re 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.
You’re 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 Billy’s hand is quick to stop your knee from colliding with his stomach.
“Pretty feisty I see” he smirks “It’s very rude to fuck at someone else’s convention, don’t you think? Also, I thought you had better taste”
“You are completely out of your mind, Russo. Who I fuck is not your business, so let go of me”
He smirks, releasing your wrists, his hands moving down the sides of your body, trapping you between the wall and his hard chest.
“Got a pretty mouth on you, mh?” he leans closer, his hands brushing your waist through your coat “You were gonna leave without saying goodbye to the host? So rude darling” he grins, slightly shaking his head as he looks down at you.
“Goodbye” 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.
“Don’t think this is a proper goodbye” he whispers against your ear, making you shiver “Been trying to get some alone time with you for months. But you’re always at your dad’s side, aren’t you? And now that he’s not here, that Jensen guy has the gut to have his hands all over you” his nose brushes against your neck, a quiet moan leaving your mouth as he kisses your sweet spot.
You snap out of your trance, moving away from his body and turning back to look up at him.
“What the hell are you doing? This is unbelievable.” you scoff, a nervous smile forming on your lips as you step back “I don’t care if your cute Homeland agent is not here to warm your dick, leave me alone”
His brows raise as he slightly moves his chin up, looking at you with a smirk. “You jealous, little one? A little bit hypocrite of you to care about who I sleep with when you’ve been hooking up with that blonde, up thight assh-” you cut him off, raising your voice “I didn’t have sex with Patrick, stop saying that!”
He’s leaning closer, pushing you back against the wall with a smirk “What was that, pretty girl?”
“I said I didn’t sleep with Patrick, we’re just friends.” you say, your voice softer as you look down at your shoes. He hums, uttering a “good girl” before moving his face closer to yours. You clench at his words, freezed in your spot as he brushes his nose against your jaw. “Been planning this for months. I had to hack into your dad’s agenda to find a date when he was gonna leave town so I could get you all for myself. You’ve been playing very difficult to get, little one” he’s trailing kisses down your neck as he speaks. You’re 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.
“The first time I saw you I thought you were the most beautiful creature I’ve 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.” 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. “Such a smart little thing, aren’t you? Can’t wait for you to be mine, we’ll be unstoppable together”
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. “Billy…”
“Mh? You’re gonna be a good girl and let me have a taste of this sweet cunt?”
You can’t help the loud moan that escapes your mouth, and you’d be embarrassed by it if you weren’t 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.
“I’ve 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 prick’s hands on you. You’re mine” he groans before leaning down to finally brush his lips against yours.
He’s impressively delicate, kissing your bottom lip and gently tugging at it before sliding his tongue into your mouth, claiming you hungrily.
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.
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.
“So fucking wet for me, look at her. Been wanting me too, darling? Dreamed about fucking me in my office?” he smirks, leaving another kiss to your clothed clit when you nod, your cheeks red as you bite your lip.
“Such a good girl” 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. “Words, darling” he chuckles, his thumb brushing against your thigh.
“Please Billy, I want you.” you whimper. It’s 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.
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.
You’re 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. “Right there, little girl?” he’s smirking, his face wet from your juices. He’s 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.
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. “Big” you whimper, your thumb sliding against his tip before you bring it up to your lips, moaning at his taste.
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.
“Mine” 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.
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.
“So good for me, little one. All mine” he moves his thumb between your bodies, circling your clit slowly, grinning as you clench around him, spasming and moaning through your orgasm. He’s following you soon after, his mouth sucking at your neck as he thrust a couple of times inside you before filling you up.
You’re 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.
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 Billy’s 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; you’ve 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 you’re 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.
“Billy, what the fuck, you scared me” you huff, a hand on your chest feeling like you might be having a heart attack. “Why are you home already? Thought you were still at Anvil” you mumble, moving closer to kiss him but he steps back
“Frank sent me home, he says I’m sick and I’ll infect everyone” he says nasally, and you take a moment to look at him, his eyes a little swollen and his nose red as he sniffles.
“Oh baby, I’m sorry” you coo at him, and you bring a hand up to his forehead, feeling him. He groans, rolling his eyes at your tone. He’s so damn proud and he hates being pitied, and he totally shows it when he moves your hand away, muttering “I’m fine, it’s just a flue”
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.
“Russo, stop being a baby. You’re sick, just let me check your temperature and then I’ll make some chicken soup, mh?” 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 he’s 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 hasn’t 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.
“You need to eat Billy” you say, helping him sit up as he groans
“I feel like shit” he mumbles, his eyes glassy as you hand him the plate. “I know, but you’re gonna take some meds and sleep, you’ll feel better tomorrow. I already called Frank to tell him you’re staying home for a couple of days, and I took some time off too”
He huffs, opening his mouth to complain but you don’t let him speak “I don’t care what you say Bill, you’re sick, Anvil will have to survive without you till you feel better. Eat now”
He pouts but he doesn’t 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 you’re 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.
“Let’s get some sleep, mh?” 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 ‘you know I like to sleep naked’ 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 he’s just so stubborn. Then it hits you, that he probably never had someone taking care of him, and you move closer to his body.
“Come here, baby. You’re probably cold” 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.
“I don’t want you to get sick too” he mumbles as you hug him, covering him with the warm duvet and caressing his back.
“It’s fine, just get some rest Bill” 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 he’s bored and asking you to go cuddle with him. You help him take a bath, and it’s 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.
It’s been three days now, and you’re ripped from your sleep by Billy’s hands wandering on your stomach. You open your eyes, shivering a little as the chilly hair hits your bare body.
You look down meeting Billy’s 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.
“Bill, you’re sick, we shouldn’t -”
“I’m feeling much better baby” he chuckles, his hoarse morning voice making you clench. “You took such good care of me baby, let me thank you properly.” 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.
“Billy please I-” 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
“Missed this pussy so much baby, fuck” 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 ‘please Billy’ leaving your mouth as he keeps hitting that sweet place inside you.
“That’s it babygirl, give it to me” 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.
“Best pussy ever, taste so fucking good” 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.
“Look at her, so fucking tight. Milking me like the good little slut she is” he groans, moving his hips back before thrusting inside you again. You’re 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
“C’mon baby, milk my cock so I can cum inside this pussy” 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
“Looks like you’re feeling better’” you mumble, head light in post sex bliss
He chuckles, tilting your chin up to peck your lips a couple of times. “Much better. Guess getting sick is not that bad after all” 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
“Andrew! Are you ready?” you shout from the living room, putting your coat on as your boyfriend walks out the bedroom.
“What if they recognize me?” he whines, shoes in hand as he sits down on the chair to put them on.
“For the billionth time, they won’t. You’ll have the mask and your cap, there’s no way they’re gonna see you.”
“But what if they do?” you close your eyes, mentally counting till ten before approaching him
“Baby, there gonna be kids literally dressed up as Spider-Man, we don’t even have to wait in line cause we already have the tickets and the lights will be off. It’s gonna be okay” you say, smiling a little as you look at him
“I still don’t think it’s a good idea” he mumbles, eyes fixed down on his loose laces
“Andrew” you call him, and he moves his head up to look at you “You’re complaining like a little pussy just cause you’re afraid of people’s reaction”
“The disrespect” he gasps slightly and you smile, knowing you’re right even if he doesn’t want to admit it
“Yea yea, you’ll spank me when we get home” 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
“Don’t tempt me, little one” he mumbles, and you bring your hands to his face, gently caressing his cheeks with your thumbs
“Andrew, 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 out” you chuckle, looking down at him, a forced smile on his face. You sight, leaning down to peck his lips “Please, trust me on this. Only thing you have to worry about is how mad they’re gonna be because you lied to them” you smile, his grip around your waist tightening
“It’s just…I know it’s stupid, but I can’t stop thinking about the fact that I’m gonna be the one they’re less excited to see. I know I’m not their favourite, and I’m not jealous at all but, it still hurts?” he mutters, and it really makes you sad knowing he feels like that, specially when you know it’s not true.
“People have preferences because they watched one of the three Spider-Man as kids. You said that yourself, you grew up with Tobey and he’s the one you’re 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 you’re not their favourite is no big deal, some people do have a shitty taste” you shrug, smiling as you feel him chuckle against your skin as he hugs you. “Now, move that cute ass or we’re gonna be late Garfield”
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 you’re 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.
“What? Weren’t we in a rush?” he smirks, pecking your lips once more as he takes your hand, opening the front door for you.
You’re halfway through the movie, your head on Andrew’s shoulder, your eyes still wet as you just finished crying like a baby at May’s 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 he’s 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.
It’s 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.
“Who was right like always?” 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.
“Thank you for bringing me here, I loved it and it felt so good watching their reaction” he mumbles against your lips, kissing you softly
“You’re welcome, I knew they were gonna scream louder for you than the others” 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.
“Only person I wanna hear scream my name is you, babygirl. I remember something about spanking, mh?” he smirks, looking down at you one last time before starting the car.
Aleksander Morozova / General Kirigan x gender neutral!reader
Warnings: 18+, smut, description of sex, unprotected sex (wrap your willies kids) language,mentions of injuries, doesn't really follow Shadow and Bone storyline, fluff, little bit of angst
You both tried to fight the urge to be in each other embrace since the first day you met, effortlessly trying to shield away from your feelings
You were never truly scared of him and his shadows, but the lies and the unsaid things felt like a fog too dense to be wandered in
And the promise of a sun summoner being the only true destiny of the starless saint made you close yourself up in your mortality
On the other hand, Aleksander wanted to keep you safe, away from a man born to be surrounded by war and suffering. And deep inside, in a twisted selfish way, he also wanted to protect himself from the inevitable heartbreak of losing you
So you went on for years, standing next to each other in the war room, on the battlefield, catching a glimpse of his tall figure in the corridor of the little palace whenever you could. The tips of your fingers burning to touch him every time you were close, his shadow disobeying his will trying to reach for you. But nothing ever happened, both your hearts too shy and hurt to give in the searing feeling of wanting to be each other’s future
He watched you coming back injured thousand of times, mission after mission, getting every time more difficult to just stand by your closed door to listen to your heartbeat
You watched him riding away to the fold, the curtain of your windows doing a poor job hiding your teary eyes as you prayed every god to let him come back safe
And you eventually watched the sun summoner coming into his life, ready to leave the little palace, your heart unable to bear seeing him with someone else. But that didn't happen, she tore down the fold and disappeared from his life, leaving a safer place behind
You never believed that after the fold everything would have been fine, and you were right Drüskelle were still haunting down Grisha, Ravka was at war on different fronts and the Darkling’s soul was still tormented as ever
You both spent months apart, bodies aching to be reunited again, to see with your own eyes that the other one was safe
And it happened, sooner than you thought, when you were ambushed by Drüskelle while camping on the land where once stood the fold
He rode faster than he ever did, his mind telling him it was too late, that he had already lost you. He stumbled twice while running through the corridors to reach your room, panting and almost crying as he stood by your bed. He tried to listen to your heart but his own was too loud in his ears. Healers went on explaining you were alive, fighting an infection they couldn't cure. He discharged everyone, kneeling by your side and taking your hand in his, pressing it on his lips as he quietly sobbed against your skin
He spent hours by your bed, eventually rising back on his feet when Fedyor went calling for him. He looked down at you, selfishly deciding that if he ever was to lose you, he wouldn’t let it happen without a taste of your lips. He bent down, leaving a quick bruising kiss to the corner of your mouth, disappearing soon after
You woke up after two days to a soft voice, finding your general at your side, reading a book out loud. You called him and he stood up quickly, throwing his book away and rushing to you, his mouth on yours, making you wonder if you died and ended up in heaven.
Two years later you find yourself in his bed, getting woken up by the soft touch of his shadow on your skin. You open your eyes and you’re surrounded by darkness, impressively warm and soft. You reach for his head on your naked chest, slightly stroking his hair as you feel him squirming uneasy
“Sasha? Wake up, love. It’s all okay” you whisper gently, pressing gentle kisses on his forehead
You can’t see him, but you realise he’s awake at his gasp. He moves a little, tightening his grip around your waist, burying his face deeper in your chest
You keep massaging his head as you wait for him to call the shadows back like he usually does, but they seem to expand, almost swallowing the whole palace
“Aleks, call them back darling. We don’t want Ivan to piss his pants, mh?” you murmur gently, trying to ease his tense aura a little
He shivers for a moment, shadows slowly retrieving to your bodies on the bed. You can feel them brush against you, and you gently place a hand on his shoulder when they’re confined in your shared room, telling him that it’s enough like this
He moves his head slightly, looking up at you and you smile, even if you can't see him
Darkness slowly drift from your figures, still filling the room but giving you space to see his troubled eyes
“Hi handsome” you beam, leaning down a little to kiss him softly “Everything okay Sasha?”
“You were gone, couldn’t save you” he mutters, moving on you till his body fully covers yours
“I’m fine, Aleks, I’m right here” you smile softly, moving up to gently kiss him again as the shadows close tighter around you, embracing your bodies once again
You reach for them, lazily moving your hand in the fog, playing a little
His kiss grows demanding as he notices your movements, toying with the darkest part of his soul and accepting every piece of his twisted being
He’s hungry on you, his dick pressing against you as you gasp, a little uneasy without any preparation and he looks down at you apologetically. You nod slightly, smiling as he stills his movements. You spend minutes kissing, joined as one soul, soothing each other’s scars before you move under him, making him groans a little as he pushes inside you
He’s eager to kiss every little portion of skin he can reach, mouth leaving bruises on your neck, your shoulders, before it wraps around your nipple, sucking hard and making you moan
You try to bring him closer, a hand on his head, moving his face to yours to kiss him before he goes back to mark your chest
His thrusts consume you for hours, moving your body around as he pleases, taking orgasms after orgasms from you until he’s satisfied, filling you and giving you everything he has as both your moans crush against the walls
He lays you down on his chest, hugging you tight as the shadows slowly retrieve, revealing the sun slowly raising outside
You look up at him, smiling at his peaceful expressions, the little wrinkles on his forehead soothed, making him look younger
Here between his arms there are no duties, no lies, no wars keeping you apart
He smiles back at you, bending his head to kiss you slowly
You lay together, declaring sweet words of love to each other till the sun is high in the sky
This is a little something that popped in my head while listening to “Revenge”. 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 wouldn’t trade it for the world.
The jealousy on the valet’s 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 he’d given her anything that she ever wanted, if she’d just wanted him.
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 people’s love, and that the void he felt in his heart could be temporarily filled by his partner’s attention.
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.
The moment Billy Russo realized he was in love with you was the moment he realized he would give up everything he’s 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.
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 he’s done and what he wouldn’t do for money. He knew he didn’t deserve forgiveness, but he was trying to be a better man for you. He also knew he didn’t deserve you, but he’s always been a selfish bastard and he would have done anything to have you in his life.
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.
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 you’ve been officially together, Rawlins never required Billy’s services, and he knew leaving Rawlin’s 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.
So when the call arrived, he knew what was gonna come next, he was ready to kill Orange and be the man you deserved.
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. He’s 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 “I’m sorry” leaving his mouth as his tears soak your face.
He knows killing Rawlins wouldn’t ease the pain in his chest, but watching life drain from his now unrecognizable body surely helps. Deep down, he knows revenge won’t bring peace to him, but it soothes his soul for some time, and that’s all he needs before he sees you again.
I’ve dug two graves for us my dear
Can’t pretend that I was perfect leavin’ you in fear
Warnings: smut, description of sexual activity, mention of group home, fluff
18+, minors do not interact!
He moves behind you, his hands sliding under your shirt and his fingers grazing your waist as he lazily kisses your neck
You feel him shift behind you, getting closer, his torso pressed against your back and you involuntary arch against him
Your ass rubs against his hardening dick, the moans escaping his mouth so sweet against your neck
"What you doing, Billy?"
He doesn't answer, letting out a little groan as you move away from him, your hands still working the cookies in front of you, two pans already baked and still one to go
His hands on your hips bring you back against him, his teeth biting down on your skin slightly as he groans again, displaying his disapproval like a pouting child
You squirm in his hold, a moan leaving your lips as you wipe your left hand on your apron, bringing it up till you reach his head
He's still peppering kisses on your skin, a content sigh crushes against your neck as you start scratching his scalp lazily
"Need you"
He murmurs in your ear, a little pause before he moves his mouth back against you
You try to fight him a little more, knowing that the last cookies will be ruined by the time Billy is done with you
He stars getting more insistent, his now fully hard length pressing against your ass and you can't help yourself from pushing back against him
You've lost all your will to resist him, your head thrown back against his shoulder and you can feel his smirk against your cheek where he was previously kissing you, proud to know he won this little battle
"You're such a spoiled man, Russo"
You mumble as you turn in his arms, looking up at him in fake annoyance
He doesn't answer, flashing you with his best grin, making you weak on your legs
You just smile, rolling your eyes at him before bringing him down by his neck, kissing him hard
He moans in your mouth, his hands working your apron off your body, already moving backwards
He falls on the couch, bringing you with him, his mouth never leaving yours as he teases your tongue with his
You move, managing to straddle his waist and finally grinding down against him as you push yourself up, your hands on his chest for support
He looks up at you with dark eyes, a moan leaving his lips at your slow teasing movements
He usually lets you play with him for a while before taking full control over your body while he fucks you
Not today though, he's too desperate to get his hands on you, to show you how much he loves you
He came home and the house was filled with a sweet and spicy smell and his heart skipped a beat as he recognised the treats he used to eat at the group home during Christmas
He shared this memory with you once, talking about those cookies as one of the few happy memories he had about his childhood
You've been searching a recipe that matched his description for days, unsure of his reaction till today
You watched him take a bite of a still too hot cookie, his eyes closed as he hummed at the taste before he moved behind you, starting this little display of affection
He's on you in a second, sitting up as his arms circle your figure, a hand on your head as he moves you on your back, careful not to hurt you
He stops for a brief moment, his eyes filled with emotion and he looks down at you
You smile at him, a hand stroking his cheek before his mouth is back on yours, this time slow and loving
"I love you"
He whispers against your lips, his body pressed against yours, ready to show just how much he means those words.
Summary: When you joined the Marines you were trying to find a purpose in your life, and you’re happy to say you found a family to call yours in the Air-Ground. You’re a Sergeant Major on deployment in Afghanistan when you meet Billy Russo. You’re bound to each other because you both share a difficult past, and you manage to start a friendship that will last for years, including your off-times.
You keep your feelings hidden, finding a new home in Billy and the Castles.
Things get ugly when you’re all shipped to Kandahar to complete a mission off records. Your relationship with Billy takes a huge hit as you discover some dirty business he got into. As you decide how much your morals can bend, you unwittingly become part of that traffic too. Your life changes forever after that mission, as well as your relationship with the two Marines. Will your heart find peace after what happened? Will you find another place where you belong? Another Home?
Warning: Marines / Military inaccuracy, does not follow The Punisher storyline (cause we stand a good Uncle Billy in this house), friends (idiots) to lovers, slowburn, angst, fluff, eventual smut marked in the chapter, mention of weapons and violence, cursing, injuries, death, blood, PTSD, nightmares, talk / description of paste abuse / child abuse / homeless underage, morally grey characters
