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v1olentdelights · 2 years

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Only a Second

Frank Castle x Reader

Summary: You have the ability to heal wounds when you focus your energy on a person, but not to bring back a life.

Trigger Warnings: Mentions of blood, cursing, a couple mentions of possible sexy time, a graphic threat.

a/n: hi y'all, it's been a minute... this one has been in the works for a while. Really quick, if you want to be apart of a taglist, send me an ask. I will happily add you to it!

If you could just touch him, only for a second. A second was all you needed and then you would let them tear you apart. But some masked men were holding you back as you struggled. Some other man had been holding your face forcing you to watch, not that you wouldn't as Frank was being pinned to the floor and beat. At this point you weren't sure who had more blood on them, the man in the mask or Frank.

"FRANK!" You screeched as you struggled against the men. "LET HIM GO! PLEASE JUST LET HIM GO!!" It was as if you weren't even there. Frank let out a deep stifled groan as he tried to face his head to you. But he was quickly put back in his place. "FRANK. BABY DON'T MOVE! IT'LL BE OKAY! I'LL GET TO YOU!" Your throat was on fire, your heart burning more. You only needed a second to save him.

How you got in this situation was far beyond your understanding. Sure you and Frank were having a date night so you both relaxed. But the man was ex-military and was practically a superhero. There was no way they could have caught him off guard without having some kind of prior engagement with the both of you. And here you were, the one with actual superpowers yet you sat there useless.

The problem was that you actually needed to be touching the person to heal them. They would kill you almost instantly that was sure, but if you could free Frank, nothing else mattered.

~~~~1 hour earlier~~~~

“And so then this man, who I know for a fact has heightened senses, smacks the shit out of my leg.” Frank chokes on his laugh, he pretends to hate Murdock. But you knew there was a soft spot — no matter how small it may be — in his heart for the lawyer. “I’m talking full on baseball player smack. Can you believe the little devil?”

“He is DareDevil is he not?” He gives you that unbelievably hot look before scoffing and shaking his head. As he goes to take a deep sip of his drink you rub your foot up his leg as slowly and seductively as you can, seeing how far you can push him. Tonight Matt had offered to do patrol alone so that Frank could take you out and spend the evening with you for your 2 year anniversary. You intended to put every minute of your time together to use.

Though you hadn’t meant for him to down the whole cup before aggressively waving down a waiter. “Frankie, what are you doing? I wanted a piece of cake…” Those damned doe eyes.

“You know what you are doing, and you’re crazier than red if you think I am gonna let it slide.” the look in his eyes sent a shiver down your spine. The second the bill was paid he had his hand wrapped around your waist hauling you along. Pressing a kiss to your nose he opened the door for you following behind.

Maybe it was because of how distracted you were, maybe it was because of the buzz of alcohol mixed with the burning love you had for the man behind you; or maybe it was the drug that was unknowingly mixed into your drink. You hadn’t been caught off guard by the hand that grabbed your wrist, thinking it was only Frank. It was only when something was smothering your face that you felt the hairs on the back of your neck standing up. Frantically you tugged at the arms that had now found themselves wrapped around you. You tried to yell for Frank, but the darkness consumed you before you could hear a response.

You had been out for at least 30 minutes, by the time you had enough strength to open your eyes Frank had been beaten so badly that you couldn’t tell where his blood started and the other man’s began. What in the hell were they doing? Why were they doing this?

The iron smell had overtaken the cement room, you were sure you would be sick if you inhaled much more. You felt sick from not only the smell, but the sight as well. Your lover hung not 10 feet away getting pummeled and you could do nothing to prevent it; you wanted to look away, but you simply couldn’t.

“Baby girl,” His voice was hoarse and you could see some blood come sputtering out of his mouth. “Don- don’t look, please.” Frank's words were slurred and his face held no expression. His arms were bound to be out of his sockets by now with the way he was hanging, his feet were barely grazing the floor.

“Frank, just hold on please. I promise we’ll get through this, and then we can lay down and rest for a while. Just hold on!” Though your pleading seemed futile as you received a harsh slap across the face. This elicited an angry groan from Frank and a sharp yelp from yourself.

Something in you screamed, shrieked, thrashed about. None of the men were wearing masks, this meant you weren’t going to make it out of this alive. You tried to pry your hands out of the cuffs, of course your powers were only good for one thing. Light pulling became aggressive yanking, soon enough you heard a crack before one of your hands was free. Though when you pulled it in front of your face you immediately felt the pain at the sight of your deformed hand. Shit. Nothing felt right, things felt too easy, you shouldn’t have been able to get your hand out of the cuff. Then you were screaming, you were screaming for your lover, for yourself, for anyone. With how long you were out you couldn’t have been far, you were screaming for Murdock. You felt a prick in your neck and things got fuzzy before everything went black.

Everything was hazy, but you could tell you weren’t in the same place. You were on a bed, a rather comfy one. Instead of filling your mind with relief all you felt was dread. Where was Frank? What were they going to do to you? Why had they moved you when they could’ve done this in front of Frank to tourture him. Endless questions and worries filled your head.

“Y/N, are you alright?” The voice didn’t hold any anger or disgust but instead it was full of worry.

“Where is Frank?! I swear to God if you hurt him anymore I will slit your throat!” Almost flying off the bed when you sat up pushed your head into a panic, you expected to be chained down. “What the hell?” The room was dark, you could only see the person's figure.

“It’s okay, he’s alright. I promise you, he was just resting on the couch. Someone had to patch him up.” A huff escaped his lips and a sob slipped past yours. He had heard you, Matt Murdock had actually heard you. Slipping out from underneath the silk comforter you wobbled your way over to him and wrapped your arms around his neck.

“Thank you Matt, I can’t thank you enough. I thought I was going to watch him die, or worse. I was so close to him, if they had just made a mistake.” Your mind was buzzing around louder than a colony of bees. He rubbed your back lightly in an attempt to slow your heart and calm you down. After a few moments he led you out to the living room where Frank had been laying back holding an ice pack to his face.

“Frankie,” Your breath was swept away again, it was as if someone had stolen one of your lungs yet again. “Let me help you honey.” He turned to face you, oh goodness his poor face. You’d love him no matter how he looked, but he almost didn’t look like you Frank. Slowly you raised your hand to hold his face, grabbing the ice pack from him you lightly pressed your forehead against his. His injuries started to heal ever so slowly.

“This is why we don’t do date nights out.” His voice was almost gone. But he was still trying to keep your mind off everything that happened. Matt had chuckled from the kitchen at that.

“Don’t- don’t ever do that again.” You didn’t know you were crying until you heard it in your voice.

“I didn’t do anything sweetie.”

“Shut your stupid face, you know what I mean. I- I can’t lose you Frank, you were right there. I could’ve saved you if you were just a little bit closer.” He wrapped his arms around you tighter.

“Don’t take this on your own. You couldn’t have done anything and that’s okay. It’s okay Y/N, we are here now and we are safe.” He said softly. By now most of the small injuries were gone. He took your hands from his face kissing your knuckles.

“We are okay, we are safe.” You repeat softly. “Guess we can’t have the special evening like we planned.” You joked.

“Who ever said that? I can think of a couple ways for it to still work out.” He cracked a smile. You heard shuffling and a cough from the kitchen.

“Get out of my home! I can smell it on the both of you.” Matt shouted. “I’m glad you both are safe. But get out!”

Tag list: @sheraayasher @murdockcastleslut

#grace writes #the punisher #frank castle x reader #frank castle x you #frank castle x yn #frank castle #frank castle x y/n #punisher imagine

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celestialspecial · 1 year

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Headcanon ideas since I’ve been negligent in my writing 👻 (work has been insane and I’ve been applying for other positions so cross your fingers for me and my mental healths sake)

More Knight!Billy AU stuff cause I’ve been into Camelot lore

-You’re betrothed to the king, a match that would greatly benefit both your lands. You’d go from princess to queen, it’s what your father wanted for you and as the oldest of your siblings it wasn’t really in your claim to say no.

-It’s not until you’re wandering the castle grounds on your own that you see him for the first time. Sparring with another knight on the lawn. Sweat streaked forehead, hair damp and sticking to the sides of his face as he blocks an attack with his sword. He makes it look so easy, almost like dancing.

- You’re mesmerized watching him move, his footwork precise and calculated. It’s not until he blocks the final blow laughing with his companion and clapping each other on the back when he turns to you. Catching his eye and you see his expression change. The playful laughter dies off and is replaced with wonder, a touch of awe. Taking you in fully, the woman who’d been watching him unbeknownst to him.

- it isn’t until that night after your welcome feast that your betrothed introduces you two. He bows to you, eyes never leaving your face. Your new knight, sworn to protect you. You’d never had your own personal guard before. Handsome doesn’t encapsulate his appearance. Words can’t comprehend, the depth behind his fathomless eyes draws you in and Speaks to you in words only your soul seems to recognize.

-It starts slow. Your conversations walking along the tree lined path in the gardens or along the beach. You notice how he looks away when you remove your shoes to dip your toes in the water, savoring the cool splash of the water. He offers his arm when you crouch to slip them back on. You begin to look forward to your daily walks with your knight, knowing your future husband, the king ,has far too much on his plate to take as much time to speak with you.

- William is the only constant in your ever changing life. It’s months before you work up the courage to kiss him. It came after dinner one night, while he was escorting you back to your chambers. The glow from the candles dully illuminating the hallway, a soft glow from the stars outside casting shadows around you. He bids you goodnight and you take the opportunity to press up from your toes and softly press your lips to his.

-You feel warmth bloom in your chest as your mouths connect and you notice him leaning into the connection as well. His mouth is warm and inviting, a surge of excitement rushes through your veins as you feel the damp heat from his tongue tracing along your bottom lip. His armored hands hold you tight in place, and then you need to come up for air. Lips parting slowly, his heavy lidded eyes gazing down at you a mixture of that same look you saw before ,the first time he laid eyes on you, and something else- that you can only describe as realization.

-What had he done? His dear friend the King was to be wed to the woman before him in less than a few months time and here he was kissing her with abandon. Tasting her mouth, enjoying the sweet noises that managed to sneak past her lips. The heat of her body awakening something primal in him, her breasts pressed against his chest, the overpowering scent of her had him questioning every oath he’d ever made. Was it worth it? He’d been drawn to her at first sight and now knowing she felt the same made the ache in his chest gnaw at him even deeper.

-How could he stand idly by and let this woman be taken from him and yet stand before him all the same? What was to come between them? What had he done? And how could he see to it that she was truly and completely his and his alone?

#billy russo #billy russo fanfic #billy russo x y/n #billy russo fic #billy russo imagine #the punisher #the punisher au #Ben barnes #ben barnes character #knight!billyrusso #billy Russo but make him Lancelot #YN but make her gwenivere

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loubombshell · 2 years

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Requests

OPEN

I can't wait for your beautiful ideas <3

You can request per dm or simply ask.

What I'll write about

Ben Barnes

Dorian Gray

Billy Russo

Logan Delos

The Darkling

The Marauders

The Punisher

Dinah Madani

Including Fluff, Angst and everything you wish. Don't be shy.

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luvyeni · 5 months

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❛NO NUT NOVEMBER❜ ( s. jake )

p. sim jaeyun x fem!reader w. 2.5k+

— 𖦹 warnings. unprotected sex, name calling, dry humping, name calling

— 𖦹 ( making jakes life a living after he challenges himself with his friends in no nut november ) !

OCTOBER 31, 2023 — THE NIGHT BEFORE !

“What would do if you had to give up sex for a month?” Heeseung asked, “Could you do it?” Jay scoffed at the question. “You’re asking Jake of all people.” Jake smirked shamelessly — “Me? I could definitely do it, but my girl? No she would kill me if I didn’t give her what she wants.”

And he wasn’t wrong, you and jake were known as the couple who was still in their honeymoon phase — couldn’t keep your hands off each other. “Don’t blame just yn, you both are two nymphomaniac, neither of you could do it.” Sunghoon said. “You wanna bet?”

“You guys want to make this a competition?” Heeseung said. “Who ever wins, the losers have to all pitch in and buys the winner the newest game system.” Jake eyes widened, he couldn’t past this up — but you were gonna kill him, you weren’t gonna be happy. “Fine I can’t wait to get a new game.” Heeseung said, jake scoffed. “Please you’re gonna be jerking off by 1 o’clock.” He stood up.

“Where are you going jake?” Jay said, he checked the time, 8 o’clock. “Where do you think I still have 4 hours, i’m going home to fuck my girl then beg for her not to kill me.”

“Fuck!” You screamed as jake slammed into your sopping cunt, your ankle digging into his back. “Jake i’m cumming!” You moaned, “I’m cumming!” He grunted, fucking into you, soon his warm load was spilling into your cunt. “Fuck baby you feel so good.” He sighed, slipping out of you. “Fuck baby I love your pussy so much.”

He got up to get a rag to clean you off — leaving you to ponder, this sex felt different, like it felt like the sex you’d have have when he was sorry for something. You watched him clean you up, helping you into a pair of his underwear along with his shirt. “What did you do?” Sat up.

He laid down next to you, his hand resting on your thigh. “Well you what No Nut November is right?” Of course you weren’t stupid, you just didn’t think your boyfriend was stupid enough to do something like that — but the look on his face made you think other wise.

“Jake no.” You whined, “i’m sorry baby.” He said. “Why would you even agree to do something like that?” You tried to make sense of it. “A new game system.” He said, you stared blankly at him. “I’ll go buy you the game system now, go get my computer.” You said, he laughed. “No baby, you know I can’t allow you to do that, only I spend money in this relationship.”

“It’s just a month, I swear — besides I can still make you cum in other ways.” All though you love his fingers and his plumps lips — his cock just hit different. “Whenever you need me just need to sit that pretty ass on my face and I can give you what you want.” He smirked. “Or I can use my fingers if you like.” His hands traveled up your legs.

“Let’s go again.” He said, his cock hardening all over again. “No, i’m sleepy.” He whined, knowing you were just punishing him. “Baby please, it’s still 20 minutes left.” He said, but it fell on death ears. “Go jerk off.” You heard him huff, before you heard shuffling and him getting off the bed. “Have fun.” You smirked, you were gonna make him wish he never even thought about this stupid ass challenge.

NOVEMBER — WEEK ONE !

It had been about a week since jake basically put you on a no sex band — you both had been pretty busy with your own separate lives that week, so you were too tired to even think about sex at the end of the day.

But today you both had a day off — and you were definitely feeling needy. “Hi baby.” You walked into the living-room where jake was watching tv. He smiled as you climbed into his lap, his hands resting on your lower back. “Hey princess you okay.”

You nodded, running your hands through his hair. “Just a little bored.” You said, he completely missed what you were implying. “Yeah?” He sighed as you played with his soft locks. “You want to go out and do something?” You shook your head, he closed his eyes, you smirked at how easy your boyfriend was — you don’t even know why he chose to do this.

You began to place little kisses on his jaw, down to his neck. “Baby.” He warned, his breath shaky. “Baby, let’s calm down.” But of course you didn’t listen, jake felt his cock twitching in his jeans, he couldn’t go out like this, he had something to prove, but jesus you weren’t making it easy.

“Jakey i’m just getting myself off, you said I could use you if I needed.” You smirked, grinding down on his boner. “Y-yeah baby, but -fuck- just let me eat you then.” He groaned, but you didn’t answer, too busy trying to get yourself off.

He groaned as you rocked back and forth, your moans wrapping around his brain. “Jake!” You squealed. “Jakey i’m gonna cum.” He was fighting demons right now — trying his best not to lift you up and fuck you stupid on the couch. “Fuck i’m cumming!” You yelled, legs shaking as you came.

“Baby.” He whined, his cock was hard as a fucking rock — he was scared to even think a dirty thought cause he wasn’t sure that we wasn’t going to cum untouched. “You cannot do that, i’m not gonna make it if you’re like this.” He said. You smiled, sitting up kissing his cheek. “Just cause you did this to yourself doesn’t mean I should suffer should I?” you got off the couch.

“Where are you going?” He asked, his cock still hard. “Gonna shower, i’m all sticky and sweaty.” He groaned, throwing his head back against the couch.

You were not gonna make this easy for him at all.

NOVEMBER — WEEK TWO !

“Please.” You begged, but jake wasn’t letting up. “It’s just a shower.” You pouted, he couldn’t say no to that — but he knew you weren’t gonna just shower with him in peace. “baby I know where you’re going with this.”

“Please, just a shower, I swear.” He look into your puppy like eyes, he sighed — how was he so desperately wrapped around your fingers. “Fine, just a shower.” You nodded, grabbing his hand guiding you to your shared bedroom.

You undressed yourself — jakes eyes traveled across your body, your perky boobs on display, your plump ass on display as you turned on the water. “Come on.” He waited for you to step in before he followed, standing behind you. “Jesus princess this water is hot as hell.”

You smiled, turning around facing him, reaching up wrapping your arms around his shoulders, the water running down your body, in between your boobs — you weren’t even doing anything but his cock was already hardening, twitching against your stomach. “Shit baby, I don’t think I can be in here long, your pretty body is too distracting.”

“Why wont you just quit them?” Your hand traced up and down his abs — light grazing his cock, but it was enough to have him hissing. “it’s just a stupid game system.” You said, he groaned — he knew you’d be like this, but he fell right into your trap anyway. “It’s not just the game, it’s to prove I have self control.”

“You don’t and that’s why I love you.” You kissed his chest, he sighed. “Im so horny jakey.” You whined, he closed his eyes trying to calm down. “You want me to finger you princess?” He hoped that would calm you down, but you just whined, shaking your head. “Your fingers aren’t enough anymore, I need your cock.”

You grabbed the base of his cock. “B-baby.” He stuttered. “I need you inside me.” You prayed he’d let up and fuck you — you almost had him. “Please.”

Fuck he couldn’t, he had something to prove. “Baby im sorry.” He said, you pouted. “Just a little longer I swear.” You released his cock and he let out a groan. “You’re so mean.” You pouted, he smiled. “Don’t smile at me.” You said, folding your arms.

“You almost had me baby.” He kissed your forehead. “Now im gonna get out and let you finish your shower.” He said, stepping out wrapping his towel around his waist. “What about me, im still horny.”

“you said it yourself princess, my fingers aren’t enough anymore.” He teased, leaving the bathroom. You cursed, he won this time.

But you weren’t gonna let him win that easily…

NOVEMBER — FINAL WEEK !

“Fuck.” He groaned, looking at the numerous of photos and videos you decided to grace him with — he had to stay at his dorm this week, but that didn’t stop you from torturing him via messages. His cock was desperately trying to free itself from his jeans as he looked at a video that you sent of you rutting against his pillow.

“Fuck shes trying to kill me.” He ran his fingers through his hair. “The hell is wrong with you?” Jay said. “You’ve been groaning for the past hour, someone might think we’re in here doing something.” Jake couldn’t even laugh he was that turned on.

“It’s yn, she has not been easy on me these past couple weeks.” He said, jay laughed watching his friend stress out. “Yeah, haha make fun of me, how the hell are you not going through what i’m going through?” He and jay were the last ones standing with heeseung out the second week — claiming he’d just buy the game himself, and sunghoon who found himself giving up the night of jakes birthday party, with one of your friends.

“Because i’m not a sex crazed person and I can control myself.” Jay said, jake groaned once again. “I didn’t expect her to be like this.” He said looking at the the newest photo of you, your fingers stuffed in your soaking cunt. “Are you seriously looking at nudes of your girlfriend right now while i’m talking to you?” Jay said, face full of disgust, standing up. “Jesus at least wait until I leave the room.” He said.

“i’m not giving up that easy!” He yelled, grabbing a towel, cold showers were like his best friend as of lately.

He couldn’t wait until this dumb challenge was over.

NOVEMBER 30, 2023 11:57 !

‘Fuck you, you just had to go and win.’ ‘you actually beat me, you fucking asshole.’ ‘what games do you want?’

He smiled victoriously at the text messages from his friends. He checked the time, and he was just on time — he got up, going into your shared bedroom, you were so unaware, watching the tv not paying attention to the time, like he had for the entire day.

“I won.” He said, finally gaining your attention. “Huh?” You turned to him confused. “What are you talking about?” You were laughing, but the way you had teased jake almost every day this month, you soon weren’t about to be. “I won the game, jay lasted until a few minutes ago.”

You checked the time, your heart sank — it was now midnight, December 1 — you were starting to regret doin everything you did during the month. “Jake.”

Before you could say anything else his lips were crashing into yours. He messily kissed you, trying to get his shirt over his head. Once he did that, he pulled away his lips swollen and red, both of you breathless. “I was gonna be nice princess, but you haven’t been nice to me at all this months.” He rid himself of pants, climbing on the bed. “Jake I was needy and you were ignoring me.” You pouted, trying to find a way out of it.

“Yeah, so that means act like a slut?” He slapped your thigh, pushing them open. “So desperate to get off you even humped my pillow like a bitch in heat.” You moaned out, you missed this. “Couldn’t get wait, just had to cum.” He cupped your heat. “Your pussy is soaking through your panties.”

He practically ripped your panties off. “Even through all the teasing I was gonna treat my baby like this princess she use to be, but then earlier you decided to hump my thigh like a needy whore.” He manhandled you on to your stomach, lifting your hips up, putting a pillow down for comfort. “so now i’m gonna fuck you like a needy whore.”

This is all you wanted — for the entire month this is all you wanted, was for him to fuck you stupid. “Pl-please jakey.” You moaned, he slapped your ass. “Shut the fuck up.” He pumped his cock, groaning as he pressed his tip at your entrance. “Shut up and take my fucking cock.”

He slammed into you without easing in, you let out a scream of pleasure as his cock stretched out your cunt. “Fuck your pussy is so tight.” He had to calm himself down, he was so pent up he felt like he was gonna cum if he moved. “Missed it so much.”

You wiggled your hips impatiently. “J-jake please.” You whined, he slapped your ass. “Fuck.” He pulled out, slamming back in. “So fucking impatient.” He moved his hips. “Couldn’t even wait a second.” He grunted, gripping your hips as he roughly fucked into you. “Jake.”

He let out all his pent up frustrations on your poor cunt, pushing your back down into a a deeper arch — his cock hitting a new spot, you were gripping the pillows as he plowed into you. “That’s it, take my cock slut.” He grunted.

You felt yourself about to cum, your cunt tightening around his cock. “No baby, you don’t get to cum right now, fucking hold it.” He growled, you whined. “J-jake please.” You begged, tears welding in your eyes. “I said fucking hold it slut.”

He kept going, you could no longer hold it. “Jake!” You screamed, tear streaming down your eyes. “Cum, go a ahead and cum slut.” He slapped your ass once more, you screamed cumming around his cock. “That’s it cream my cock -fuck- i’m about about to cum inside your pussy.” He grunted, thrusting a few times. “Fuck!” He came with a moan, filling your cunt up with his cum.

He gave you a few second to compose yourself, before handling you back on your back. “I’m not done baby.” He grabbed the base of his cock, positioning it at your hole that was leaking with his cum, pushing himself back into your hole. “Jake, fuck!” You screamed.

“Gonna fuck you as many times as you teased me, gonna leave your pussy sore.”

©️LUVYENI

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mlmxreader · 2 years

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We Become The Night | Frank Castle x m!reader

@satan-incarnate-666 asked: may i pls request a frank castle x male reader fic inspired by We Become The Night by Motionless In White pls pls!!

summary: you and Frank have been through a lot together, it’d only make sense that there’s something you both really need to address.

tws: swearing, mentions of violence

word count: 1019

lyrics are in italics

We become the night

The rich get richer while the sick get sicker

The profits from the people feed the poor another needle

The flames get bigger while the moths all shiver

They're subsidising evil with no budget for a sequel

You and Frank got along well, you believed in a lot of the same things and you were angry about the same fucking bullshit that you had to endure day in day out, the same fucking bullshit every decent person had to go through while the politician cunts and the rich cunts pushed people to their limits, to starvation and to fucking dying; you made a good team, too, with your skill with knives and hand to hand combat, and his military training, you made a damn good team, and if he was honest… well, if he was honest, Frank would have said that he would have liked for you to be his boyfriend one day.

The Prozac's gift wrapped with a smile

The cash grab never goes out of style

Your flashbacks givin' you a panic attack

When your eyes go pitch black

When it came to the unsavoury things, the nightmares, the flashbacks, the PTSD in general, you were always there for Frank at the drop of a hat, unflinching and unwavering, more like an anchor than anything else; you were always there for him, and in return, he had always tried to be there for you, too. When you told Frank about how some guy had harassed you for daring to exist as a queer man, he handled it; granted, not cleanly, and certainly not with words, but he handled it. He was there, just as you were.

We become the night

Where hope survives

We embrace the shadow following behind

So come alive, and take back your soul

While we become the night

In the cover of night, you and Frank brought hope to people when hope felt like a privilege long gone, shadows that would come alive and would breathe the hope back into people with each trigger pulled and each blade slashed through a throat; you did what Daredevil or that Spider-Prick were too scared to do. You were the night, you were the hope.

They pull the trigger like a cold heart killer

But then they play the victim to manipulate the system

They synthesise reality to sell what you don't need

They drain us of our portion just to paint another portrait

“They’re doing it again, Frankie,” you told him with a hum. “Cold hearted killer Frank Castle.”

“Don’t listen to that shit,” he growled, “they fucking play the victim and manipulate the system to their own whims. They take everything people got for their own. Don’t listen to that shit - it’s like listening to Piers Morgan.”

The Prozac's gift wrapped with a smile

The cash grab never goes out of style

We're cutting the ties with the knives in our back

When your eyes go pitch black

“That cunt is still on my list,” you mused, tossing the newspaper aside. All owned by the same bigoted fuck anyway. You brought your feet up onto the table, tilting your head to the side as you looked at Frank with a smile. “It’s all just a fucking cash grab, anyway. They use your name and people buy their shit. What a bitch of a situation is that, huh?”

Frank dared to laugh as he nodded. “I keep telling you, (y/n), I could put a knife in your back, and if I do, you best use it to cut all ties with me.”

We become the night

Where hope survives

We embrace the shadow following behind

So come alive, and take back your soul

While we become the night

“I’m not doing that,” you huffed, shaking your head. “After all we’ve done? Really? Frank, it’s because of us - mostly you, but still us - that people have hope again. Have you seen the people who go out on the street at night? They’re not scared of some fucking shadow following behind them, and it’s because of us.”

Creatures crawling out from Hell with

Vengeance in our hearts

As the hourglass becomes your reaper

We've come to take what's ours

“We do make a good team,” he agreed gruffly, leaning back on the bed and bringing one leg up, resting a book against his upright thigh as he opened it and huffed. Fuck it, he might as well say it now. “You ever wonder if things would be different between us?”

“What’d you mean?” You asked, raising a brow. “You mean if we didn’t go out and get vengeance every night or-”

“I meant if we… got into a different kinda relationship,” he replied, not taking his eyes off of his book for fear of how you would look at him. He clenched his jaw, sighing heavily. “Y’know, switch the sand in the hourglass.”

We become the night

Where hope survives

We embrace the shadow following behind

So come alive, and take back your soul

While we become the night

So run and hide

Screaming out like thunder, lightning cracks the sky

Close your eyes, don't walk towards the light

Yeah, we become the night

We become the night

You swallowed thickly, licking your lips; sure, you loved Frank dearly, very dearly, but being his partner in literal crime was a lot different to being his life partner; you clenched your jaw, humming softly as you chewed at the inside of your lip and thought about it. You and Frank were the ones that gave people hope, hope that justice was not unachievable, hope that gangsters and the scum of the fucking earth would run into the shadows at night and would hide somewhere for days on end; gunshots going off like thunder and lightning and the slice of a knife through a throat as blood turned to ice in the winter were a symbol to the people, now. A symbol of justice. You and Frank were a damn formidable team, but… but maybe you did want to be his boyfriend; maybe you did want to be his life partner. Despite the dangers involved with such a thing, maybe you did want that. Badly.

You nodded slowly. “You don’t think it’d compromise everything we’re working for?”

“No,” Frank admitted quietly. “Do you?”

“Not really,” you admitted quietly, daring to move over to the bed and laying yourself across him as you huffed. His free hand went to your back, and you hummed when he started to use his thumb to draw little patterns into your skin. “Frank… I love you.”

That felt more like relief to say than anything, but maybe you had just been lurking in the shadows for too long and maybe you had been in the darkness of night for too long.

Frank only grumbled, nodding slowly and turning the page of his book; you caught a glimpse of the title, and you dared to laugh softly.

“Jekyll and Hide?” You asked, and when he nodded, you laughed again. “Y’know, I know someone else who is a massive softie on one side, but on another he is the meanest, baddest, most violent son of a bitch alive.”

His lips turned into a smile as he shook his head and rolled his eyes. “Shut up.”

“Oh, you’d like to make me,” you teased. “Wouldn’t you, Frankie?”

“I told you to shut up,” he chuckled. “Don’t you ever listen?”

“Not really,” you admitted with a shrug. “I spend too much damn time being quiet. Too much exposure to the night and to the shadows. I gotta let loose.”

“You’re an idiot,” he mumbled. “But you’re my idiot.”

“Your idiot boyfriend.”

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russosafehaven · 1 year

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Sleepy Time

Pairing: Billy Russo x GN!Reader

Content: Sleepy!Reader, Staying up way too late, Soft!Billy, Roommates to Lovers

POV: Second

BR Taglist: @snowkestrel @judig92 @k-marzolf

When Billy returned from a late night with some clients he expected you to be asleep. Instead you were up on your phone mindlessly scrolling.

“Hey sweetheart, it’s almost midnight, what are you doing up?”

You turned around, looking at Billy. Your eyes looked heavy and he thought you might pass out at any moment. Chuckling to himself he reached over the couch and picked you up.

“How about we share a bed tonight? You look tired baby”

He was right, it was nearly midnight. Staying up late was one of the many things you hated. You could barely make it to 10pm without being moody. As he placed you down on his you watched him change into pyjamas. Whistling playfully when he was in his boxers. In retaliation he threw a pillow at you.

“Come on, sleepy times sweetheart”

Billy pulled you into his chest and in a matter of minutes you were asleep. Snoring like a puppy. He found it adorable, he got lucky with you.

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frankenhookersmonster · 2 years

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ʟᴏᴠᴇʙᴜɢ - ᴇʟᴇᴠᴇɴ, "ᴡᴇʟʟ ɪ ᴡᴏɴᴅᴇʀ"

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ - 18+ ᴍɪɴᴏʀꜱ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛ, ᴅʙꜰ!ꜰʀᴀɴᴋ x ᴀꜰᴀʙ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ, ᴀɢᴇ ɢᴀᴘ (ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ɪꜱ ᴛᴡᴇɴᴛʏ ᴛᴡᴏ, ꜰʀᴀɴᴋ ɪꜱ ꜰᴏʀᴛʏ ꜰɪᴠᴇ), ꜱᴍᴜᴛ (ᴏʀᴀʟ (ᴍ ʀᴇᴄᴇɪᴠɪɴɢ), ᴘ ɪɴ ᴠ, ᴘʜᴏɴᴇ ꜱᴇx, ᴋɪɴᴅ ᴏꜰ ᴍᴜᴛᴜᴀʟ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʙᴀᴛɪᴏɴ??), ᴋɪꜱꜱɪɴɢ, ꜱᴡᴇᴀʀɪɴɢ, ᴀɴɢꜱᴛ, ʜᴜʀᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴏ ᴄᴏᴍꜰᴏʀᴛ :(

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ - 2.3ᴋ

ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ

a/n - beginning of the end for lovebug :’( we only have a couple chapters left and they’re kinda rough to get through so buckle up. the last chapter flopped so if you haven’t read it catch up here, and add yourself to my taglist here.

Frank was a good lover. He made you squirm just from a look. It wasn’t super noticeable to the untrained eye, but you had picked up on it by now.

The first time you noticed was when your dad had a few people over for a barbeque. The night was coming to an end, your dad and Lena were both hammered and stumbling their way around the house. Frank watched them for a bit, sitting on the couch flipping through tv channels. He heard your footsteps upstairs and, against his better judgment, crept up to find you. Fresh out of the shower, you jumped when you heard a knock on the door. You let him in, your body still wet and wrapped in a towel. He stared at you, head tilted down a bit and a smirk wide across his face. Before you knew it you were in between Frank’s legs, his cock in your mouth. His hands were on your head, gently guiding it back and forth as he cursed under his breath. “Fuck, s’like your mouth was made for me, sweetheart.”. Your hand was rubbing over your clit, he could feel you hum as you took him further down your throat. “I’ll touch you in a minute, baby, don’t even worry about it-shit.”. When Frank came you swallowed it up, he swiped his thumb over your bottom lip, mumbling something about how good you were.

The next time was when you had made your way into Frank’s garage. Admittedly you had only one thing on your mind but he was preoccupied. His truck’s hood was open, music was blaring from a speaker. You were plopped on his desk, uncomfortable however you sat due to the dripping problem between your thighs. You groaned, finally catching Frank’s attention. He sauntered over, placing his fists on either side of you and giving you the same look as before.

“Need something?” He questioned, making your cheeks heat up. Your arms went to wrap around his neck while you nodded. “What would that be?” He asked again, your eyes rolled dramatically before you answered. “Can you fuck me, please, Frankie?”

And then, in the blink of an eye, there you were, riding him. You were wrapped tightly around his torso, his hands were digging into your hips and bruising them in the process. You could hear Frank’s little groans just barely through your own loud whines. “Take your time, no need to rush anything.” You listened to him, slowly rolling your hips back and forth and really feeling every inch of him.

You were sitting at the dinner table when it happened again. Everyone was laughing about some story your dad had brought home from work when Frank met your eyes. Your thighs were pressed together, lip in between your teeth. He had you pavloved. You tried to make it through the rest of dinner, waving Lena and Frank off when the night came to a close. As soon as you made it up the stairs and closed your door, your hand was in your pants. Your breath was hitching, even by yourself you were embarrassed at how wet you got from Frank’s glare. Sloppily you rubbed on your clit, trying to supress the moans you were producing. Your phone buzzed beside you, and when you turned it over and saw Frank’s name across the screen you picked it up immediately.

“H-Hi.” You stuttered, sighing as you reluctantly removed your hand from your underwear. He chuckled, voice a little graveled over the phone. “Little worked up at dinner, weren’t ya?” You hummed, leaning back onto the bed. “Bet you went right up to your room and touched yourself, didn't you sweet thing?” He could practically hear the lump get swallowed down your throat. You denied it, fidgeting with the ends of your shirt. “Really? That’s good, because it looks like you forgot to close your window. Wouldn’t want anyone creeping.” You froze, looking up to see that your window was indeed open, and at closer inspection you could see a backlit figure sitting in a small window in Frank’s house. He had a perfect view to your bed, something you only thought about a handful of times when you were rearranging your room the other week. He waved at you, and you fell back down onto your mattress.

“Perv.” You scoffed, only earning another laugh from Frank. “By all means, don’t let me stop you.” You both went quiet, slowly you placed your hand back where it had been moments before. You let out a light sigh. “There you go.” He replied, you could hear him shift in his seat.

“Don’t be shy, tell me how good it feels.” You tried to bite back another moan, instead letting it out, just not loud enough to get your dad’s attention. You picked up the pace, now using full force to rub at your clit. You wanted to call him over, let him continue this assault on your pussy, he was the one that started it after all. Instead you dipped a finger into yourself, hearing Frank’s belt unbuckle over their call. “Not the only one worked up, I see.” You grinned, eyes rolling back into your head. “You can’t see anything-fuck.” You sat up at his word, and he was right, you could only see his outline. He was leaned back a little further, and you could see a little bit of motion right where his dick would be.

“Frankie,” He almost purred at the nickname, “do you know how wet I am for you right now?” You had stopped your work on yourself, instead looking at what little you could see of him. He tilted his head back, you could see his arm movements as he jerked himself off. “Hm, tell me about it.” You cracked your knuckles, trying to think of someway to show the desire you had seeping out from inside of you. “Why don’t I come over and show you.” He paused, gathering himself and resting his hands on his knees. He sighed, taking his time to respond. “I don’t know, sweetheart. Your dad might see you-” You cut him off. “Please, Frankie. No one will even see me, and I’ll be so good for you once I get over there.” He coughed, and part of you knew that he couldn’t really say no to you. “Alright.” He hung up the phone with that, not waiting for any response.

You quickly gathered yourself, practically running down the stairs and over to his front door. Before you could even knock he opened it and pulled you in, connecting your lips in a rough kiss. He held your biceps, gripping them with what felt like his full force. The two of you dragged yourselves up to his room, you were still standing when he ripped your pants down your legs, taking your panties along with you. His tongue was in between his teeth, eyes darting from your bare pussy to your blown out pupils. “You weren’t kidding, I’ve never seen you this wet.” Before you could even think about responding he pushed you onto his mattress. “Do I even gotta warm you up, sweetheart?” He wasn’t really looking for an answer, latching himself to your neck.

You fumbled with his clothes, managing his shirt over his head while only breaking your kiss for a millisecond. Frank manhandled you into a new position, you on your side, upper body twisted enough to see him, your thigh in his hands. He leaned over you to grab a condom on his bedside table, pulling it onto his cock quickly and giving it a couple pumps. “Ready?” He asked, you nodded and before your head stopped moving the tip of his cock was teasing your entrance. “Frank!” You cried out, body jolting at the pressure. He shoved himself in, and though it was still agonizingly slow it was more rushed than any other time. He shushed you, kissing your jawline before he got himself all the way inside of you. He paused, only for a moment, before rocking his hips into you somehow deeper. “Fuck me, god!” You were loud tonight, maybe it was because only seconds in this was already shaping up to be the best sex you’ve had in your life, or maybe because you were so needy. “God ain’t here, baby, just you and me.” He moved both of his hands to the headboard, though yours clawed at his back. He liked when you scratched him up, he told you one night when you apologized for it. “No need,” he reassured, “like seeing it in the mirror, makes me think of you.”

“Squeezing me like that already? You really did need it bad, didn’t you?” His taunts were drawn out, his words slowed down due to him being a little out of breath. “Yeah, Frank, need you so bad.” Your back was arching, Frank took your leg in his hand and twisted you into missionary, leaning down close to your naked body. Your mouths hovered over each others, hardly even kissing each other while you both drowned out the sounds of his fan with your moans. Your orgasm came fast, you clung to his body like a koala while he fucked you through it, his own climax coming quickly after your own.

The aftercare that ensued was minimal, Frank held you for a moment while he was still inside of you, before pulling himself out and encouraging you to pee. When you returned from the bathroom you found Frank pulling a shirt over his head. You followed his lead, finding your own shirt but not even bothering to grab your pants and underwear.

You sat on Frank’s bed beside him, he leaned forward to kiss your forehead and rub your arms. “Can I stay the night?” You were ashamed to be asking, your house was so close but selfishly you just wanted to be in his sheets. Frank shook his head, resting it against your own with a sigh. You pleaded, but he persisted, sitting up and stepping towards his dresser. “C’mon no one will know.” Your voice trailed off at the end, Frank’s stern one following with another excuse to shut you down. You pushed at him again. “Please, Frank, we’re in the clear-” Suddenly Frank’s fist came down onto the furniture. It wasn’t enough to concern you, it was just jarring. “Dammit, y/n, I’m not risking you sleeping here.” He didn’t look at you at this point, staring into some bland painting that hung on the wall.

You wanted to say something, interject your thoughts but Frank spoke again. “We’re getting too sloppy, if we keep doing this your dad’s gonna find out eventually. Do you have any idea what he’d do?” The truth was you didn’t. It wasn’t something you thought about a whole lot, when you were with Frank he wasn’t Frank, your dad’s best, and maybe only, friend in the whole world, he was just Frank.

“No one’s gonna suspect anything if I spend the night at your house, Frank.” You had to laugh at yourself, hoping to avoid any fight you were teetering on starting. Frank wasn’t looking to joke, his gaze on you was cold for maybe the first time. “What happens when your dad sees you sneaking back in tomorrow morning? What do you tell him? How am I supposed to look him in the eyes? Knowing that I fuck his daughter whenever I get the chance? It’s just not worth it.”

That last part made your blood boil under your skin, you stood at his words. “What do you mean it’s not worth it? Are you not invested in this like I am?” Your words shocked even you, he ran a hand over his face, looking up at the ceiling while you rambled. “What do you mean this, there isn’t a this.”

You felt your heart speed up, practically jumping out of your chest. You wanted to scream at him, yell in his face if you had to. You paced around the room, trying to muster up something to say to him when you just came up empty, confused. “Frank, we’ve been doing this thing for weeks now, you mean to tell me that you don’t feel anything?” He was biting his cheeks, trying to choke down words he couldn’t take back. “Y/n, we’re not in a relationship, I’m not your boyfriend. This is just-” You took your chance to cut him off this time. “So what? You mean to tell me that this whole time you didn’t gain any sort of feelings towards me? Do you even care about me at all?”

You didn’t even notice that you had stormed up to him at this point, he wasn’t taken aback but instead stared you down with furrowed eyebrows and pursed lips. “I didn’t say that, you know that’s not what I meant.” He tried to reach out and touch you but you turned away from him, searching for your pants on his rug. “I don’t know what you mean, then, Frank.” He let out a long breath, spinning himself around to look at you again. “God, you are such a child. I don’t even know what I expected getting involved with you like this.”

You froze, pants half way up your ass, back towards him though his words still stuck you like he had whispered them in your ear. You didn’t want to admit that tears were pricking your eyes, you didn’t even know where your words had come from. You had never confronted having feelings for Frank, feelings beyond finding him attractive, you didn’t think that there were even feelings to confront. His words triggered something in you, like a threat. You knew him in the most vulnerable way, yet he wanted to claim that this vulnerability was a facade, that what you two had done meant next to nothing to him. You finished dressing yourself in a hurry, without another word storming out of his room, through his hallway, down his stairs, past his living room and kitchen and slamming his front door on the way out. You half expect Frank to be following you, stumbling his way through apologies, but when you turned around, his porch was empty.

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petertingle-yipyip · 4 months

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WORLD CLASS SINNER - FRANK CASTLE

eight - beautiful liar

tags: n/a // seven // nine // masterlist

Pairing: billy x reader, frank x reader

Word Count: 6,938

Summary: A breaking point, new alliances, and seeds of mutual trust show Y/N who is and who isn’t on her side.

You and Billy took Morty away after that. It was a quiet car ride for the most part. Morty hardly said anything and Billy kept his focus on the road. He had one hand on the steering wheel, the other resting on your leg and absently tapping to the music on the radio.

You were busy with the swirls dancing between your fingers. The familiar hazy red heat of anger, the chilling wispy blues of sadness, the shaky yellow mist of fear. They weaved between your digits and swirled at your palm, blending out across your skin before reforming into separate entities. They moved like snakes over your knuckles and traced the lines of your palm.

There was something oddly comforting in watching your power in your hand. It was a reminder that you weren’t numb to the world like you so often wanted or claimed. You were human, with human feelings. And you were allowed to have those, to acknowledge them and live with them.

Matt was the one who insisted.

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You were in the library, the folder with the case study open at one end of the small table and your notebook on the other end with a collection of highlighters and colored pens filling the gaps. You were working on an assignment that wasn’t due for at least two more weeks, but you needed something to keep your hands and mind busy. As you were walking to the student center earlier that day, you saw two girls - girls you didn’t even know - who looked just like Nat and Yelena.

Your heart sank and a hefty lump settled in your throat. Ever since then, you’d been jittery. Shaky hands, panicked glances in every corner. There was no way they were there. But your mind kept coming back to the ‘what if’ of it all.

“Foggy said you’d be here.” Matt said, tapping his cane against your foot. His sudden appearance made you jump and knock your notebook over. “Sorry.” He smiled nervously.

“It’s not you.” You sighed and collected your notebook. You condensed your materials and took his hand to guide him to the open chair on the other side. “Just a weird day, I guess… Sometimes I wanna shut it all down and just exist in a bubble for a while.”

“What do you mean?” His brows furrowed with worry behind his glasses.

“I don’t know… I thought a new setting would help but I still feel out of place. It’d be easier if I could just feel nothing.”

And you could. You could block it all out. You didn’t know why you hadn’t done that yet, but the way Matt silently focused in your direction reminded you why. He understood the best in you, despite still being early in your friendship. He seemed to know the truth in you despite the lies you were cloaked in.

“It’s not a bad thing to feel that you’re not happy.” He said after some quiet contemplation. “No one’s happy all the time.”

“Honestly, Matt, I don’t remember the last time I was happy.”

“That’s okay, too… Y/N, feeling those things doesn’t mean anything is wrong with you or you’re never gonna be happy. If you keep people that make you feel better around, pretty soon you won’t remember what this felt like.”

“So I should let myself be sad?”

“Why not?” He shrugged. “Otherwise you’ll never know how to get through it.”

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You were pulled from your memory when you felt the car stop. You closed your fist quickly and the colors poofed away. Though you knew no one else could see the hazes you did, it still felt that you needed to hide them. Climbing out the car, you saw Billy had driven you all to a nondescript hotel building. You couldn’t even tell if it was in New York or a neighboring city.

“And what’s the deal with you two, huh?” Morty commented as Billy led him through the building, you at his side. You hadn’t even registered Billy had a loose hold on your hand at first. “You order her off a KGB website or what?”

“Он понимает, что я могу убить его сейчас, и никого в этом месте это не волнует, верно? Это сделало бы вам с Фрэнком одолжение.” You said simply, turning to give Morty a sarcastic expression while Billy chuckled. (He does realize I can kill him and no one in this place would care, right? It’d be doing you and Frank a favor.)

“Funny.” He sneered back.

“We used to work together at Anvil.” You said plainly. “I left for a better opportunity.”

“And William let you in on this?” His brows raised as Billy opened the door. “Sleep your way to the top, right?”

You made a move towards him but Billy stepped in front and put an arm around your waist. You glared up at him for a second until you felt it, that confirmation that he had something going. It was smooth confidence, a sense of being in control. You nodded slightly and let out a deep breath to show that you were fine so he backed away, guiding you into the room.

Morty commented on the wallpaper while Billy sat in the chair near the small dining table. He motioned you over and you went, finding yourself trusting whatever plan he had. Likely because you had no real options, unless you were to try to kill them both.

But you’d lose more than you’d gain.

You put your hand on his shoulder again, resting a knee over his leg and leaning into him slightly while his arm hung lazily at your hips.

Though as you were there, you felt something else, something far away. Hope was the best way to describe it.

It was familiar but not too much so. You knew the person, but they were relatively new to your life. But with it came closure, peace almost. And that source you’d know anywhere.

Frank. Which meant the other was Lieberman. Meaning they had something good, something that could end it all. Something you were missing because you were at Billy’s side.

“You never liked me much, did you, Morty?” He said with a certain amusement in his voice.

“Nope.” Morty answered simply. “You special forces types always pissed me off.”

“Probably why he doesn’t like me either.” You joked lowly and Billy chuckled.

“And you had him drinking off the floor like a dog.” Billy continued and you smiled.

Morty wandered the room making some other comment that you ignored.

“You ready?” He said lowly.

“For what?” You asked in the same low tone.

He gently moved your knee and stood, nodding for you to follow. As you two went into the next room with Morty, you saw the dead body on the bed. A woman in tight leather with her throat slashed. You didn’t need to ask to know that was likely the woman Morty had expected. The sight of the uninvolved woman lying dead on sheets stained with her own blood made your chest uncomfortably tight.

You weren’t able to comment on the body because when you turned back to the men, you saw Morty reaching for his gun. As soon as it was in full view, you kicked out at his hand and the gun clattered to the floor. You heard the sound of the blade at Billy’s wrist moments before the squelch of the knife piercing Morty’s abdomen. One. Two. Three times.

He fell to the floor with a thud while Billy collected the discarded gun and cleaned his blade. You moved around the man and put your foot on Morty’s back, flattening him to the floor. You watched the puddle of blood grow thicker and stepped on the man to get to the phone he was crawling to. You yanked the cable out the back and moved away, leaving the man as a bloodied pile on the floor.

As you were getting to Billy’s side, you felt something new. Despite being miles away, you could feel that spark of hope snuff itself out. It was replaced with anger but not a regular pissed-off type of anger. It burned, even from where you were. While Billy was on the phone, you focused in on it a little more and it was easy to understand that whatever Frank had tried had failed. And that felt like a punch to the gut.

The next day, you tried to call Billy so you could talk about the past day or so. You wanted to find out, as definitively as you could, where his loyalty truly was. Obviously, he had some tendency to side with Rawlins given there was some sort of power dynamic or reciprocal relationship between them. But you wondered if there was enough loyalty to Frank that you could wiggle in and separate Billy from Rawlins completely.

Except he didn’t answer.

You checked in with Dex and he said that there was nothing for you and him yet, but you were more than welcome to keep your eyes and ears open for something that he could bring to your SAC.

So with nothing else to do, you went to Lieberman’s.

You knew there would be an earful from Frank the second you walked in, but you opened your mouth and welcomed the argument almost immediately.

“…image from your scope.” Lieberman told Frank and he was the first to acknowledge your appearance. “Hey, Y/N.”

“Hi.” You nodded. “It’s William Rawlins.” You said, gesturing to the man on the screen that you weren’t looking at.

Instead, you were locked in with Frank.

“Uh, yeah… The third.” Lieberman added awkwardly. He must’ve picked up on the tension because he tried to keep the conversation moving forward. “He’s the director of covert operations at the CIA. Takes a guy like this to pull it all together and make it stick.”

“How’d you know that, huh?” Frank asked bitterly.

Sometimes his monotone made it hard to read but that faint red from him was obvious to you.

“I also know that you went after him yesterday and it didn’t work.” You said simply, working to keep your voice level. “It was a CIA safe house, meaning bulletproof glass. No one told you that?”

“I tried to.” Lieberman said from behind Frank.

“Why were you at Bennett’s place, Y/N?” Frank pressed.

“Rawlins hired the team to watch Bennett. One of the guys on the team called me and asked if I was busy. I went because you didn’t like my original idea so I had to improvise.”

“Improvise. Improvise.” Frank repeated and you found yourself feeling slightly intimidated, though you didn’t show it. “What the hell are you up to, hmm? What if Rawlins has you killed cause you did your own thing?”

“He won’t.” You challenged, knowing that Billy - for the moment, at least - wouldn’t let it happen.

“You don’t know that.”

“I do.”

“How? How do you know any of this?”

“Oh please.” You scoffed. “I’ve been doing this shit my whole life. At some point, it gets predictable.”

“Answer the goddamn question.”

“I did. Rawlins hired a team, I got an offer. What’s not connecting?”

“Who called you?”

“Someone I used to work with at Anvil.”

“Anvil? So Russo knew about the team?”

“Rawlins probably tried him, yeah.” You shrugged, ensuring to diminish those suspicions in him. “I guess he helped set up some of Anvil’s early contracts so he thinks Billy owes him something.”

“Jesus Christ.” Frank muttered. “Alright, well what else do you know? Since you wanna go rogue and do whatever the hell you want behind my back.”

“Hey, I had good intel.” You defended. “No one asked you to go take a shot at a goddamn safe house!”

“Okay!” Lieberman yelled suddenly, standing and pushing his way in between you and Frank.

You hadn’t even realized either of you had moved forward to be nearly toe to toe until Lieberman’s elbow was digging into your chest to push you away. The bony pressure snapped you from that suffocating mania and you saw the red at the edge of your vision fading back to the living heat on your skin.

“Frank, you’re the one who said we could trust her.” Lieberman reasoned. “We need her.. She’s good, y’know. She has your back. You need that out there.”

Frank said nothing, only stared at you.

“Y/N.” Lieberman turned towards you. “I know you’re used to doing things your way, but we really need to work together for this to work. Rawlins knows we’re coming for him, which means we need to be clean from here on out.”

“Yeah, you’re right.” You nodded.

“Okay.” He nodded. “No more going behind anyone’s backs. Everything out in the open.”

“Yeah.” Frank agreed.

“Morty Bennett’s dead.” You said flatly. “My guess is to protect you or to just Rawlins cashing in an I.O.U. because Billy did it.”

“Yeah, I saw the piece the Bulletin ran on that.” Lieberman agreed. “Stabbed to death.”

“Good.” Frank nodded.

“Shit.” Lieberman said suddenly, abandoning his post between you two to return to the computer. “What if- Oh, God. What if he’s been waiting for someone to look for him? By searching his file, I’ve just blown us. There could be a team on its way right now.”

“Relax a second.” You tried but the man’s frazzled state vibrated the air in the compound.

“You’ve been on that CIA site all day, right? You seen anything about us? Any chatter at all?” Frank added in a matter-of-fact tone.

“No..” Lieberman said awkwardly.

“No?” You repeated, now baffled by the panic. “CIA’s not coming after us. FBI doesn’t have anything to do with this either. My partner would’ve let me know if this hit my SAC’s desk. Homeland barely has anything on Kentucky and I’m guessing his appearance on base is being masked as a training exercise.”

“I took a shot at this guy and you didn’t read anything about it.” Frank continued. “You’re scared, David, and I get that. But think about how this Rawlins prick feels. I think the three of us, we’re sitting pretty right now.”

“He’s trusting his inner circle to take care of it.” You reasoned. “Whoever from Cerberus he can still get to and any new allies he’s made, he’s gonna send them our way first before anything legit comes at us.”

Within minutes of that conversation ending, Lieberman was sent into a new spiral of panic. The cameras within his home were no longer accessible so he urged you and Frank to go look into it. You two conceded and Frank stopped off to get flowers for Sarah.

When you two arrived, you expected there to be some sort of argument between you all about that missed dinner, but there was none. It wasn’t even mentioned. You shrugged it off as Frank having already made up for it. Instead, she offered you two a glass of wine and conversation.

You had your pocket tech out and came to find out that there was no damage to cameras or connection. It was just that the internet had been unplugged.

As you focused back on the conversation in front of you, you found a lightness in the air. More so than just friendly. You wondered if Sarah was flirting with Frank, at least a little bit.

You went under the end table and reconnected the internet so that buzzing panic gnawing at the back of your head would go away. In the meantime, Sarah poured you two another glass while talking about David.

“You never talk about your wife.” Sarah told Frank before glancing at you. “And you have been awfully quiet. Husband?”

“No, not anymore.” You gave a sad smile. “He is- Or was truly perfect… The kind of feeling that you’ll never get with anyone else. Other guys are different and you think that’s good, till you miss something specific he used to do. You said David would fill your tank, Matt would sit on the roof of our building with me. We’d just kinda exist, in our own space where almost no one could find us.”

Your fingers slipped under the collar of your shirt and you found the chain with the band.

“I’m so sorry.. Was it recent?” Her eyes softened and she placed a comforting hand over yours.

“It’s been a few months.” You nodded. “He was the type that I’ll be getting over for the rest of my life.”

Frank patted your back gently and you smiled slightly in thanks before he started talking about Maria. You realized that the explosions in your chest were less frequent, the heat in your blood less aggressive. The hole in your chest didn’t echo as deep. You were still angry and alone, but maybe it did get better if you let yourself feel it.

It wouldn’t go away on its own but everyday processes it and accepts it a little bit more.

Maybe you could figure out how to get through it after all.

Sarah tried to convince you two to stay longer but you both politely declined. You stated your FBI case and Frank simply said he had ‘things’ to do. She gave you two a small tupperware, leaning in to kiss Frank only moments after. You spun on your heel and hurried out the room while Frank let her down gently.

You laughed about it once you two were in the car and teased Frank the drive back, only to get a ‘yeah, yeah’ and a chuckle.

The next day, you got a call from Dinah. She asked if she could meet you for drinks somewhere you two could talk and you could feel her pride through the phone. She had something good. You agreed and asked her to meet you at Josie’s after she got out of the office.

Not much happened during the day, so around six she called again. You met her outside the building and she was hesitant to go inside. You, however, walked in with a smile on your face and all the regulars celebrated your arrival.

You ordered a drink for you both and told Josie to start you a tab. She joked that you'd better not have the same paying habits as your friends and you insisted you’d close at the end of the night.

“So, you have something good for me?” You asked with a smirk.

“You were right about the bug.” She said quietly, leaning in to keep secrecy.

“You don’t have to whisper.” You said, mocking her with the same tone - which earned you a scowl - before speaking plainly. “No one here gives a shit. One of the perks of doing business here.”

You remembered when you and your friends sat at one of the tables, talking to Grotto. It was the start of what would turn into a long road with Frank Castle and the Punisher.

“How did you know about it?” Her voice snapped you back.

“Doing business here?” You questioned. “The guys at Nelson and Murdock loved coming here, been doing it since college.”

“I meant the bug.”

“There was feedback.” You gestured vaguely to your head. “You figure out who’s on the other end?”

“No, but I have a plan. I’m setting up a fake meet, day after tomorrow, with Jack DeLeon and use Frank Castle’s name as bait.”

“Two names like that means a big risk. I assume you’ve got a solid team?”

“It’s… Standard.”

“So why’d you call me?”

“I was hoping for your freelance help.”

“Mmm.” You hummed with a new smirk. “I’d thought you’d never ask. You think we’re gonna catch whoever’s after Castle?”

“It’s the best chance we have.” She defended.

“And do what with them?”

“Expose them.” She said as if it was obvious. “Put them on trial.”

“Dinah, these men that were chasing, killed two kids and an innocent woman.” You said plainly, jabbing a finger against the tabletop to punctuate your words. “You’re not chasing one ghost, but two. Castle hears you have the guy responsible, he’s gonna come for him. Just like he came for Schoonover. And Bennett. Kitchen Irish, Mexican Cartel, Dogs of Hell. What makes you any different?”

“Once we expose what happened in Kandahar, Castle can have him.”

“I doubt it gets that far.”

“Do you know something? Is that your point?”

“What if I told you I had a theory as to who was at the top of the whole thing?”

“I’d say you’re full of shit.”

“Am I?” You laughed slightly. “Billy usually doesn’t think so.”

Her eyes were suddenly taken over by the green haze of jealousy.

“Don’t forget that he’s not all yours, Dinah.” You taunted.

“I never said he was.” She countered tightly while the haze faded.

“Right… When was the last time he woke up in your bed, then?”

“That’s… not relevant.”

“So this morning then.” You nodded. “Explains why he didn’t call me back last night.”

“What do you know, Y/N?” She said firmly. “Besides how to get on my nerves within twenty minutes.”

“I met this guy recently, CIA head of covert ops. Now he looks like every other run of the mill CIA department head, but the eye… Frank told me how he went in on Orange and his guys had to pull him off. This guy’s eye matches Frank’s story.”

“Who was it?”

“That’s the kicker. Rumor is this guy has old money. I’m talking his family’s been in everything throughout the generations. We can’t go after him without a direct line and solid confirmation.”

“Give me the name, Y/N.”

“Don’t know it.” You shrugged. “All I know is that he’s ’the third’. And I’m in on the sting, by the way. You have a tactical for me?”

She handed you a folder.

“We’ve uploaded a fake one to our servers.” She explained as you looked over the pages.

“Yeah, the bug in your office is probably in your computers too. Let me ask you this… You coming to me right now, is that for me as a federal agent or me as a ghost story? Because those have two completely different operating guidelines.”

“I need results.” She said firmly, though it seemed more to convince herself than you. “But I also believe in the law so… What’s the difference?”

“Blood. And equipment. The ghost story has better toys.”

“Just-“ She groaned. “The federal agent. I need these men alive, okay? One of them gotta talk.”

“Right…” You nodded. “You hear about Morty Bennett?”

“No?”

“Stabbed to death in a motel upstate.” You said. “After an alleged training exercise, but he also was in on the drugs in the KIAs.”

“You think your CIA guy had him killed?”

“It tracks… He had Henderson killed. He wants Castle killed. He has Bennett killed after Frank shows up.”

“It’s scary how fast you can connect dots.” She said with mild awe. “Maybe you were made for the FBI.”

“That is not what I was made for.” You looked to her, holding out your glass for a toast.

“What is it then?” She raised hers.

“You’ll see soon enough.”

You two didn’t talk for much longer. You paid your tab on the way out as promised before returning to Lieberman’s. You had to pause when you walked in to process to seemingly off the wall conversation they were having.

“Do you. Miss sex?” Lieberman said with a drunken slur, to which Frank laughed.

“What do you want me to say?” He said with a shrug and a smile.

Frank noticed you and gestured you over. You dropped on the seat beside him and he passed you the bottle. You glanced at the label before shrugging and taking a drink.

“Because for me, I miss sex.” Lieberman ranted and you made a face to yourself. “You wanna hear something funny?”

“What’s that?” Frank said.

“I’m hung like a moose.” He answered proudly.

“Ты, должно быть, шутишь.” You laughed and passed the bottle back to Frank. (You’ve got to be kidding.)

“Y/N!” Lieberman announced happily. “You miss sex?”

“No.” You shook your head.

“No?” His brows furrowed and he dramatically cocked his head. “A woman like you doesn’t miss sex?”

“Why would I miss it?”

“Wait, do you two…” He trailed off and gestured to you and Frank. You stared expectantly with raised brows while Frank cocked his head in question. “You two hook up?”

“Отвратительно!” You said and laughed. “He’s not exactly my type.” (Gross!)

“Not your type? He’s exactly your type!” Lieberman reasoned.

“No, he’s not.”

“Yeah… Angry, check. Murderous, check. Ruggedly handsome, check.” Lieberman threw his arms widely to the side. “What else do ya need, Y/N?”

“Sounds more like he’s your type.” You joked. “Besides, my last guy was more of an altar boy. Nowadays I tend to go for a man who’s a little more unstable.”

“Oh, what did- What do you guys call him?” He looked over his shoulder while he thought before spinning back to face you two. “Red! Red wasn’t any good then?”

“Red was plenty good.” You defended with a laugh. “But my sex life didn’t die with him.”

“Jesus Christ.” Frank muttered and made a face before drinking from the bottle.

“I can make it worse.” You laughed and shifted to face him.

“Please don’t.”

“Yeah, I usually call Bi-“ You began before Frank leaned forward and pushed you gently by your forehead, making you laugh. You looked over and saw Lieberman drop his pants so you laughed again before covering your eyes.

You dropped your head to Frank’s shoulder as a means to hide while Lieberman made jokes about Frank being an ass man, to which you were still laughing.

You hadn’t realized before, but you had almost forgotten what your honest laugh sounded like.

“It’s good to hear you laugh like that, Princess.” Frank said honestly when Lieberman took a few steps away. “Didn’t think I would till this was all over.”

“Yeah, I’m sorry I’ve been so horrible lately.” You admitted as you straightened. “I don’t know how to feel this or even what I should feel. I’m pretty lost right now.”

Before Frank could offer any other consolation, Lieberman staggered back in.

“Madani is how we fix this! She wants the same things we do. We don’t need to hide from her. We give it to her and she arrests Rawlins. I go home, boom!” Lieberman ranted quickly and you instantly felt the light air of drunken jokes fall heavy.

“No.” You said flatly while Frank firmly said “Stop that shit.”

“Rawlins dies.” You continued. “You said it yourself, he has hands in everything. That kind of reach can surpass prison.”

“That’s right.” Lieberman said sarcastically. “Everybody dies with you two. Your family’s dead.” He pointed to Frank. “Your husband’s dead.” He pointed to you.

Why did everyone call Matt your husband?

“Anyone that ever look at you sideways, they’re dead.” He continued. “And you just keep on going. You two are psychopaths.”

“I let Wilson Fisk live that night and I’ve regretted it every since. If you want to see this thing to the end, I highly suggest you stop while you have your head..”

You stood quickly with tight fists but Frank reached out for your wrist. Lieberman stormed away in a huff and you felt your nails digging into your palm as your fist got impossibly tighter. Lieberman said something about calling Madani so you pulled yourself free and moved across the room.

You knocked the phone out of his hand and he took a swing at you. You ducked quickly and sidestepped before slamming an elbow against the pressure point of his chest. He wobbled into Frank, who knocked him unconscious.

“Madani has a plan she brought to me.” You said as Frank set up Lieberman on the cot. “She wants to go after Rawlins, but she doesn’t know it’s Rawlins.”

“How’s she gonna do that?” Frank asked, seemingly uninterested.

“Fake sting.” You explained. “She put out a tact plan that says you’re meeting with DeLeon, hopes it’ll draw out his team and she can get info.”

“You gonna do it?”

“Yeah, might as well.”

“Why?”

To find out what side Billy’s on.

“Keep tabs.” You said instead. “There’s rumors stirring that I don’t like.”

“Anything I should know?”

“Nothing you’d believe.” You said honestly.

“So, what, you’re just gonna stroll up with your goggles and little buzzers like nothing?”

At that you laughed.

“No, just me. No mask, no suit, no Bites. Just me and a bulletproof and a pistol.”

“Alright.” Frank nodded. “Don’t get killed, okay?”

“Haven’t failed you yet, right? I’ll be back in one piece.”

You went home to find your door cracked open. You instinctively reached for the gun at your hip but you came up empty. Instead, you checked under your cuff and found the blade. With a silent curse, you crept forward with a sudden feeling of being unwelcome in your own apartment. You went to release the blade but used the other hand to slow it to reduce the sound. The tip threatened to break the skin of your palm as you guided it out.

As you moved into your apartment, you saw a vaguely familiar shape kneeling at the closet under the stairs that led to the roof. You started a little harder and saw the familiar trail of long blonde hair.

“Dammit, Karen.” You said loudly, to which she jumped. “Why are you in my apartment?”

“Sorry, I just…” She said quickly as she pushed the case back and carefully shut the doors. “Still doesn’t feel real is all.”

You sighed slightly and gestured for her to sit while you went back to shut your door. You sat beside her on the couch and removed the blade from around your wrist. You tossed it into the coffee table with a loud clank before you stared at the empty bed that was almost mocking you from your bedroom.

“Some days I wake up and I still think he’ll be next to me.” You said absently. “And then I realize he’s not and it feels like a knife in my chest.”

“Y/N..” She said gently and her hand came to your arm, snapping you from that heavy melancholy.

“I’m sure you’ve heard but we’re getting closer.” You said instead, pushing to your feet to get space as the tears began to burn your eyes. “We’ve got a name and a face. Just need an opening.”

“Oh.. That’s good, right? The sooner all this is done the better.” She tried and you scoffed.

“Karen, nothing about any of this will get better. Frank’s not gonna come out as an upstanding citizen once this guy is gone. Matt isn’t gonna come back. Nelson and Murdock won’t come back.”

“I didn’t mean-“

“We won’t come back either.”

“I don’t understand…”

“You and I.” You shrugged slightly. “After I told you about Exodus but before Grotto came to us, we were becoming pretty decent friends.”

“I’m still your friend, Y/N. Foggy is still your friend.” She said with gentle insistence as she stood to face you. “I know that nothing’s going to be the same. I’m not that naive, but you have to believe that you won’t be miserable forever.”

Maybe that’s what you were made for. Misery.

“Can you just…” You gestured to your door. “With Frank and Billy and Dinah and Lieberman and Sarah and Orange, worrying about you and Foggy is the last thing I need right now.”

She scoffed lightly before muttering to herself as she headed to the door. She was nearly out when you heard her footsteps coming back. You had to bite your tongue to keep your sharp comment back as you glared at her, waiting for her words.

“You know.” She said angrily, a slight snarl as she clicked her tongue. “You can’t sit here and blame Matt’s death for the shitty way you treat people that care about you.”

“Right. Thanks.” You nodded, slamming your shoulder against hers as you moved past her. You nearly slammed the bedroom door behind you.

The next morning you had a call from Billy, saying he wanted to pick you up for lunch to talk about a new project. You also had a text from an unknown number saying to be outside and you knew it had to be Frank or Lieberman. You got dressed quickly and grabbed a jacket before heading down, getting out just as the car pulled up. Without much explanation, Frank drove to Sarah’s house.

You two stepped inside and the atmosphere of the house was noticeably thicker than the last time. The mention of her son sent panic through the air and it made you shiver. You turned your head up the stairs, feeling a young anger burning under the thick blanket of loneliness. A few feet away sat a vibrating bundle of mixed emotions. Sadness, stress, exhaustion.

“Is Leo upstairs too?” You asked simply.

“Yeah… Both the kids are.” Sarah nodded.

“Why don’t you take a walk while we talk to them, yeah?” You offered, adding a small smile while you took in some of her worry. “Pete’ll talk to Zach and I’ll chat with Leo.”

She sniffled before nodding. She led you upstairs to Leo’s room before she stopped at Zach’s and asked him to head down. Zach stopped and stared at you in silence for a second before glancing to either hip, likely looking for your gun.

“Can I hold the gun now?” He said and you frowned.

“Only got my badge today.” You shrugged and shifted your jacket to show the badge. “And you’re still not old enough, bud.”

You tapped on Leo’s door and she called for you to come in. She smiled widely at you and adjusted on her bed so you could sit beside her. You put hands in your pockets as you sat and found the small enamel emblem waiting for you. You pulled it out and were greeted with the vibrant red hourglass of the Red Room.

You realized you hadn’t worn that jacket since you and Matt revealed your identities to each other in the office.

“What that?” Leo asked, leaning over to see.

“This is a very complicated little symbol.” You said honestly. “Y’know, I was a very different person growing up. A lot angrier, lonelier, more hurt. And this-“ You lifted the shape for you both to see. “-is a symbol of the place that caused it all.”

“Was it a school?”

“Sort of, like a boarding school and an orphanage put together.” You offered her the emblem. “I learned a lot in that place, about myself and different skills. It made me who I am, or who I thought I had to be at least.”

You glanced over and saw she was fascinated with the little piece of enamel.

“You can keep it if you’d like.” You laughed slightly. “I may not love it but it does show that the things we go through don’t define us… You don’t have to be the one who holds everything together.”

“Did my mom ask you to say that?” She dropped her hands to her lap.

“No.” You shrugged. “Just thought you’d need to hear it.”

“One of us has to have their head on straight. If it’s not gonna be Zach, then it’s me.” She nodded, as if trying to convince herself more than you.

“Right, right. Did you ever hear about Daredevil and Exodus?”

“Yeah?”

“It was like that with them, too. Daredevil thought Exodus was crazy for wanting things her way. She wanted to hurt the people that did what was done to her. Yeah, she wasn’t hurting the people that hurt her, but if they did the same things to others, it was the same.”

“But it’s not.”

“Right, that’s what Daredevil said. He agreed that bad people needed to face consequences but right consequences. Arrests and charges and trials. They argued for a long time in the beginning.”

“So who gave in?”

“You ever hear about Daredevil killing anyone?” You raised your brows and she shook her head. “Me neither. Exodus pulled back, trusted Daredevil and Daredevil stopped trying so hard to control everything she did.”

“How do you know this?”

You leaned forward and back, looking around as if to make sure no one else was around, then you motioned her closer. She leaned in as did you, lifting a hand to cover your mouth.

“Because I’m Exodus.” You whispered and her mouth dropped. “Or I was, at least, before I got the FBI spot.”

“Ohmygod!” She whispered loudly. “Does Pete know?”

“Nah.” You shook your head.

“Wait. But you’re so nice?”

“It took a lot of violence to be so gentle.” You nodded. “And I’m not always like this… Growing up I was tired of being afraid, so I became something others would fear.”

“I’m not afraid of you.”

“Really?”

“Really.” She nodded. “I like you’re kinda cool.”

“Well in that case, I want you to keep that with you, okay?” You gestured to the hourglass. “It’s more than a symbol. So long as you have it, you'll know I have your back.”

“Thanks.” She smiled. “Could you…”

Your brows raised in question.

“Could you teach me some stuff?”

“Like fighting?”

“Yeah…”

“I'm not gonna teach you anything crazy.” You laughed. “But I can show you how to get out of stuff. C’mon.”

You offered her your hand and she took it excitedly, shoving the Red Room logo into her pocket. You two went downstairs and found Frank getting ready to take Zach outside. The guys began throwing a football in the street while you showed Leo how to break a few basic grapples and some common reversals.

You had just sat down after your shower when Billy called. You groaned as you pushed yourself to your feet and headed out again. As little as you wanted to be in your apartment, you wanted at least a few minutes to sit down. Regardless, you met Billy out front.

He was waiting outside the car and opened the door for you. You said nothing as you sat in the passenger seat and he said nothing when he drove you to some out of the way part of the waterfront.

“This isn’t lunch.” You said simply.

He gave a small chuckle in return before he got out. You muttered to yourself about what you had gotten yourself into while you shoved the door open. You slammed it behind yourself and took a few short steps to catch up to Billy. He looked over his shoulder and offered you a smirk that you furrowed your brows at.

What the hell was he up to?

After a few minutes of silence, you two standing tensely on opposite sides of the room, a small group of men entered. You stood taller almost instantly, one hand tightening into a fist while the other snuck behind your back for the blade at your belt.

But the men walked right past you.

They didn’t even acknowledge your presence in the far corner. They were completely focused on Billy, but you weren’t so sure that would be a good thing. Your body relaxed only a fraction of a percent when their conversation started. It took them out of the room and Billy’s eyes met yours, silently asking if you were going to follow.

Hesitantly, you did.

You placed yourself in the doorway Billy was previously waiting in and listening quietly. Both arms were crossed over your chest, hiding balled up fists as the men talked. You didn’t care all that much to listen, knowing whatever Billy was going to offer would be met with refusal.

You couldn’t play both sides forever. When you tried to do that with Fisk and Matt, it got complicated. It got messy. People got hurt that didn’t need to and it wasn’t like you had a ton of spare people as of late.

“So who’s the girl?” One of the men finally acknowledged you.

“Bystander.” You said flatly with a small shrug.

“A bystander that doesn’t flinch at open fire on civilians?” Another challenged. “I don’t buy it.”

“Good thing you don’t have to.” You hissed before pushing yourself up and looking to Billy. “Thanks for the invite, but I’m not interested. Have fun though.”

You offered a salute before turning in your heels and leaving. You left without responding to any of the comments in your wake, both from Billy and his friends. You contemplated waiting at his car but that defeated the whole point of your exit so you opted to walk. You didn’t get far before Billy was calling you back.

When you didn’t stop or turn around, you heard his rushed footsteps to catch you.

“So that’s it, huh?” He asked when he finally got to your side.

“Yeah, I’m not interested in being an errand boy for Rawlins. Been there, done that. No thanks.” You answered simply, keeping your eyes forward and your feet moving.

“C’mon, Y/N.” He groaned. “You really think-“

“Just stop.” You cut in firmly. “I’m not doing anything for Rawlins anymore. I need to focus on my own shit, not trying to take down Frank.”

“He’s not gonna let you just walk away.”

“Well then I hope you’ll give me a heads up when I become your next blacked out search and destroy op.”

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— bullying him pt.3 | sub soobin

part 1 | part 2

tags: loser!nerd!soobin x bully!mean!reader, gn reader, possessive reader, mentions of possessive acts, pet play slightly, dubcon, tons of public humiliation, public sex, bullying, mutual pinning with heavy denial, both are obsessed for each other, unhealthy relationships, reader is pretty sadistic, foot on crotch, exhibitionism, handjob, multiple orgasms, public fondling, fluff at end

tag: @zuzuhasablog

you tapped an impatient foot on the ground, periodically checking your phone for the time. he was late by 2 minutes now, and you feel your irritation rise as you type snarky texts to him. how was it that you were the one who came early to the pity date? it was seriously ridiculous. shouldn’t he be on time to the date he looked forward to?

yn: where tf are you? loser: im sorry im sorry im so sorry im coming right now yn: im going to pull your hair out when i see you mutt. loser: im sorry please forgive me

if it turned out that he had stood you up, you were seriously going to rain hell on him. he’s going to get shoved into the locker, have his hair roughly grabbed and face thoroughly punched until he’s bloodied and bruised. though perhaps it wouldn't be that much of a punishment compared to your usual bedroom activities with him. he would probably enjoy the process too; as it meant all your attention was on him. you realised after a bit that he really was a desperate. masochistic. mutt. (or maybe he just craves your validation that badly)

just as you were cursing him out in your mind, you see a tall figure in the distance, stumbling and running towards you like the loser he is. you can tell he spots you as well because he quickly turns to the nearest reflective surface to fix his appearance and hair; even popping a mint in his mouth before running up to you. his face was pink, probably from the exercise— his plump lips pressing into an apologetic smile.

“sorry, i’m sorry i’m late.” he was slightly out of breath from running.

“sorry? fucking mutt. do you not respect my time? if you were any later i would’ve stood your ass up.” you shove him by the shoulder and he looks at you like a kicked dog.

he shakes his head profusely at your accusation, desperately trying to get back into your good favours.

“no— no! i’m, i, i’m so sorry. i respect your time, i’m so dumb i know.”

soobin degrades himself as he chews at his bottom lip, hoping he didn’t upset you enough for you to leave him. he had been thinking about this date all night, he could barely even get any sleep. if he messes up now he’ll never forgive himself!

“—you, you look amazing by the way.” he stammers, fingers fiddling with the hem of his sweater.

“i always look like this.” you deadpan, you didn’t bother to dress up more than you usually do in your school uniform. the most you did was pick out a simple, trendy outfit and brush your hair. bare minimum really.

“yeah you always look- i mean no, not that you don’t look amazing, always, because you do! but you look extra. amazing. compared to, usual…” he awkwardly stammers, making it worse for himself. he decides to just shut up before he embarrasses himself more and you ghost him.

“shut up and start walking, you loser.”

he follows behind you eagerly, glad you still want to hang out with him even after the most embarrassing stumble of his life. though to be honest, he stumbles like this quite a lot, and for some reason, you tolerate it (with only a few snide comments here and there). it was a few quiet seconds of walking, him being too afraid to speak up and you taking sly glances at him.

“why were you late?” you break the air, his head was lowered the entire walk, but he raises his head with your question. he was clearly nervous and sheepish as he averted his gaze.

“i… was picking an outfit.”

you give him a doubtful look and he continues, stuttering. “i— i didn’t know what style you liked. and… and i was trying to comply to your requests.”

ohhh... right, the request. you snicker to yourself. you forgot about that. it was just a small throwaway statement you texted him with no real thought behind it. you wanted to see if he would really follow through or not.

“so? show me.”

he’s nervous again, arms bracing himself as he glances around to check for people. soobin mentally hypes himself up before he pulls down his white turtleneck, showing you the silver collar around his neck. you cover your mouth with an audible pfft, laughing at him and he quickly rolls his turtleneck back up. god he was so foolish, but so obedient and cute.

“and? what about my other request?”

he looks at you wide eyed, stammering. “i, i can’t show you that!”

“did you do it?”

he blushes, hands clutching the edge of your hoodie, looking at you through his bangs. “please not here…”

he begs and you feel your heart soar. fuck, who taught him to act so cute? since when did the nerd know how to play sly? you clutch his crotch to feel for his cock and he silently whimpers.

“you didn’t wear any underwear, good boy.”

he trembles, moving away from your touch to look around, hoping no one caught you two. but his heart was in his throat and he was so excited about the praise you gave. so you liked what he did? he was over the moon. ‘good boy’, he repeated in his head. ‘good boy’.

it was unbearably adorable watching the cogs in his head malfunction, and you had to control yourself from ravaging him right here and there. you take the moment to appreciate his appearance, it was pretty obvious without him having to say so that he put a lot of effort into his outfit. he was wearing stylishly rimmed glasses, a jean jacket with a soft-lined collar, a white turtleneck and black pants. he also managed to get his hair under control, bangs carefully styled and curled.

you always thought he had looks, but this just proved how stunning he could look if he cleaned himself up. everyone else seems to agree too, and you notice the unsubtle glances thrown towards soobin. he stands out, tall and lean with a bunny-like charm. a few girls whispered and giggled, clearly blushing about him. but the attention twisted something dark in your chest, it grasped and dug its filthy nails into your heart. you wanted to lock him in your room and never let him see the light of day ever again. it was an insane thought process, deranged and unhinged. he wasn’t supposed to be anything more than a victim. you needed to get a grip.

you clutch his wrist tightly, pulling him along so he walks faster. he winces at the hold but lets you roughly handle him because it’s almost like you two are holding hands. he stares longingly at your hand and his, wishing you would interlock them again like you did yesterday. when you reach the mall, you watch with silent satisfaction as his eyes rake over the stores. there was a subtle pride you felt seeing him enjoy the choice you made.

“we have some time to kill before the restaurant reservation.”

he looks at you, eyes wide and plump lips smiling, you could almost see his irises sparkling. stupidly hopeful eyes. “you made a reservation for me?”

“don’t look at me like that. i just dont want to wait in line.”

he turns his gaze back to the front as you demand, but you can tell he is still giddy, ecstatic that you put even a sliver of effort into the date. it really didn't take much to satisfy him. even the slightest attention had him trembling. the two of you explore the mall, and naturally, soobin’s nerdy ass is drawn to the anime and manga stores. you tail behind him, mindlessly noting each thing he stares or geeks at.

while he was shuffling through the array of mangas, you pick out a shirt with a few familiar characters on it; you faintly remember soobin mentioning this show when you asked about his phone background. you tap him on the shoulder to get his attention, pointing to the shirt. “isn’t this your favourite anime?”

“oh! it’s limited edition!” he gasps out, excitement in his tone. taking the shirt from your grasp. his eyes widen in glee as he examines the details. the joy didn't last however, and soon he was putting the shirt back on the racks with a meek smile.

you raise an eyebrow “thought you liked it, nerd?”

he shyly looks at you, “yeah, but it’s too expensive.” he admits, clearly embarrassed. he feels like he was parading around his misfortune, look at this loser! no friends, no lover and now he doesn’t even have money. choi soobin, born on this earth and destined to be a loser.

“i’ll buy it for you.” your words cut through his thoughts. his cute hopeful eyes look up at you, and you interrupt him before he could utter out another word.

“but, you need to try it on for me first.” you continue, a pointed look on your face.

he pause for a second, the request was innocent enough, right?

☆★☆

he should’ve known, nothing was innocent with you. that's why he’s standing in the middle of the changing room with you sitting in the corner. a smirk on your lips.

“strip.”

he hesitates, but slowly shrugs off his jean jacket, he’s done this many times in front of you, and you’ve explored every nook and cranny his body can offer. but he never ceases to feel shy in his own skin, especially when you observe him like a collector would with a jewel. maybe its the setting that’s making him bashful, it feels borderline illegal to do such an act in the mall. even though many people have stripped down naked in the changing room, the way you make him feel is so sinful.

he takes off his turtleneck, exposing his bare chest, the silver collar complimenting his pale skin beautifully. it wasn’t much of a striptease and more of an activity he had to get over and done with, but it was still extremely arousing for you. watching him debase himself in his casual clothing. normally you only saw him in his school uniform (bruised, injured, crying, fucked out of his mind and all other similar variants), but watching him in his own clothing made you feel so much more powerful. like you had control and dominance over him even outside of school.

he awkwardly stands in the middle, half-naked. waiting for your next command. it didn't even take that much to train him! naturally so obedient.

“take off your pants too.”

he whimpers at this, clutching at his pants but not making a move. he begs you with his eyes, take pity on him please! not here!

“i’m… not wearing anything underneath”

“i know, take it off.”

“i, i, no, it’s.” he stammers, sweaty hands staining his pants.

“no? are you saying no to me?”

he shivers at your tone, nervously gulping. this didn't seem good at all. “i—!”his ears ring, reverberating in his chest. his right cheek was stinging red. “wh—“

you slap him again.

“mutts don’t talk.”

he shuts up at this, tears threatening to spill onto his glasses. you pull him forward by the silver collar and he helplessly stumbles as you tug him around. you observe the red slap marks on his cheeks, intertwined with his blush.

“you’ve been disrespectful since the beginning of the date. first you show up late and now you refuse to do something so simple? are you trying to make me mad choi soobin?”

he shakes his head desperately, a tear slipping down. he must be the lowest scum of the earth, because the rougher you treat him, the tighter his pants get. he isn’t a masochist he swears, but your attention (no matter good or bad) on him feels so good. he was so touch and attention starved, desperate for any kind of recognition from you.

“i’ll only repeat myself once, strip.”

he stumbles up, shaky hands quickly peeling his pants off his legs. his already hard cock embarrassingly erect and dripping the moment it’s exposed.

“look at that.” you coo, slapping his dick, making precum drip to the floor as he cries. “pretending to be so shy and innocent while you’re sporting a rock hard boner.”

he snivels pathetically, shaking his head and making his hair tousle around. the silver collar glints like a gem in the light. you chuckle cruelly. “okay, put your limited edition shirt on now.”

he bites back a whimper, he wanted you to touch him so bad. but he obediently slips on the shirt, it feels so dull against his skin, barely covering his cock. soobin rubs his thighs together, now more interested in you rather than the shirt. he wanted you to adore and spoil him, hell, spank him and hurt him too— just anything!

as if you read his mind, your hand reaches out, before you could even touch him, he starts trembling. you pull back with an amused smile and he immediately begins to cry and beg.

“no— no please touch me please touch me i’m sorry, i, i wanna, i wanna be good for you please!”

“bunny can’t even keep quiet?” you tease, putting your hands behind your back and he whines. the nickname thumping in his heart.

he starts again, though this time he tries to control his voice, suddenly aware that you two were still in public— only hidden away by a thin curtain. his bottom lip quivers as he moves closer to you, fingers meekly reaching out to grasp your hoodie. he leans his head on your chest and a small weak whisper escapes his pink lips.

“you already own me… so please just touch me…”

a shiver runs down your spine, holy shit this was dangerous. playing sly at first and now coy? he had an effect on you that you weren’t sure you liked. “i get it already so shut up and come here.” you lowly groan, pulling his body flush against yours. he tremors out a whine as you roughly grab his cock. he couldn’t complain though, because your warm hands were embracing him and touching him exactly where he wants. he melts in your hold, face comfortably nestled in the crook of your neck as you played with his cock. his groans and whines die down in your shoulder, and the way you thumbed his slit was almost domestic.

fuck what was this pathetic man doing to you? here you are in the changing rooms, letting this loser hug and sniffle into your shoulder as you jerk him off. the whole situation was bizarre and you were starting to feel lightheaded. weren't he supposed to be the one servicing you?

you press down on his cockhead particularly hard and he cries into your neck, biting the collar of your hoodie as you slide his cock underneath the limited edition shirt, rubbing him with the friction of the fabric. this sets him off, the motion just felt way too good, he keens into your fist, panting into your shoulder as he holds your hoodie tightly.

it was taking a little more than usual to make him orgasm, normally you would describe his orgasm speed as 'embarrassingly fast', but he seemed to be holding out for some reason. you give his cock an experimental squeeze and he just digs his face into your neck more. then it hits you, you haven’t given him permission yet. could he have been waiting for your verbal confirmation? maybe that's why he was squinting his eyes so tightly and biting down on your collar. just the thought itself sparked heat in your lower regions. it satisfied you more than you would like to admit.

so you lean down to where he was tucked, breath touching his ear.

“come for me”

it was a simple test on a guinea pig, cause and effect.

you eye him down as his body quivers, face flushing a thousand shades of red with an embarrassing amount of saliva wetting your hoodie collar. right after the command he releases, cock jittery and shaky as it spurts out come into the limited edition shirt. he finally lets go of your hoodie, taking a second to gain back his strength. when he comes to clarity, you can see the panic set in his throat. staring at the ruined limited edition shirt.

"what do we do? it's dirty now!"

"we buy it, what else?"

he hesitates and you raise a brow. "but, the, cashier she might, see this."

he vaguely gestures to the come stain on the shirt, right above his now flaccid cock.

"so? hurry up and change."

soobin seems troubled at your nonchalant response, but changes back to his outfit as you asked, timidly holding the ruined limited edition shirt. you shove the dollar bills in his hand.

"go up to the cashier, and pay."

somehow he summons up the courage to walk up to the counter, trying to ignore the feeling of his dick making contact with the rough jean fabric each time he took a step. it was all smooth at first, he let the cashier scan the item (making sure the stained patch was hidden), paid with the cash and felt the relief of freedom just as the cashier took the shirt to bag.

only for her to pause, soobin feels his palms clamber with sweat. she was staring at the shirt, an unreadable expression on her face before her eyes meet back with his.

"sir, it seems this shirt is stained."

god please just strike him down already.

"oh." he feels so dumb, only able to let out a sound in response. his tongue wasn't cooperating, how was he going to explain? what could he say? what should he say?

"ugh," the sound of exasperation makes him jolt. she's disgusted. she's definitely disgusted and he can never show his face in this store again.

"—it seems like the only one in stock. i'm so sorry for that sir."

she still doesn't know a thing. his heart was threatening to jump out of his throat. "it's, it's alright." his words came out weaker than he would've liked.

"are you sure si—"

"yes! yes! please give me that!" he couldn't help his sudden outburst, snatching the item from the poor lady's hands and running off in the opposite direction. he was dying from humiliation and his feet carried him like the wind over to you. he bit back tears as he faced you, bashfully showing you the receipt. it was times like this when he wishes he wasn't so tall, it would be so much easier to hide away in shame.

"what happened?" your introspective voice came through, he could hear your smirk.

"she saw the stain" he had to use all his willpower not to cry, hands clutching onto the shirt tightly. it was humiliating to admit, but a small part of him felt relief in his confession— as if the natural progression was for you to give him comfort and ease his anxieties.

"look at you soobin, so embarrassed and ashamed of your come stained shirt." you coo in your familiarly condescending yet comforting tone and he folds, nodding in agreement, tears brimming in his eyes. you rub his cheek, which was still red from the slap. it was such a surprisingly caring act that surprised both you and him, but he melted into your touch like it was the most natural thing in the world.

"you were so obedient bunny, let's go to the restaurant." he dumbly bobbed his head at the nickname. all he could think was how the humiliation was so worth the reward.

☆★☆

the cafe was packed, but it wasn't a big problem in the private booth. you tap your finger on the counter as you watch soobin go through the menu for the fifth time now. indecisive was his middle name.

"hurry up."

"what do you want?"

he's asked this for a millionth time now, could he really not decide without your input? the waiter has been standing there for a good minute. "dude, just choose what you want already. i'm getting impatient."

he purses his lips in clear panic, pointing to a random food item on the menu. "i'll, i'll have this!"

"an extra spicy jjamppong coming up." the waiter escapes quickly, leaving soobin with an exasperated and intimidated expression after having his order read out for him.

"what? loser can't handle spice?" you tease. he looks at you with a frown.

"i can eat spice!"

"right." the conversation ends there, but you weren't just going to just let him off like that. the table was so nicely set up after all, such a thick tablecloth.

"soobin, pull down your pants."

he immediately widens his eyes, looking around rapidly to see if anyone heard. "i, i don't know i,"

"calm down, no one can see under the tablecloth. pull it down." you rest your foot on his inner thigh, signalling to him. he lets out a shaky breath. your grin broadens as his hands travel down, shuffling his pants down to his knees. still paranoid, he takes another glance at the other customers.

you focus on something else entirely, your trailing foot to his exposed crotch to be exact. when the leather of your soles makes impact with his naked cock he wails before slapping a hand over his mouth. his thighs instinctively clamp around your foot, shivering and shaking his head. "mean, you're mean."

his bottom lip was quivering, thighs still clamped tightly as you pressed your foot down harder. "please." he whispers.

"hm?"

"please please ple—"

"here's your orders." the waiter interrupts with both of your orders, soobin glances at the man with terrified eyes, looking over at you in a silent prayer.

you smile graciously (you press harder on his cock) as you take the plates (his thighs shake and you rub your foot ever so slightly), what a nice waiter, of course, you had to start a conversation! (he tried to control his panting but his face was a scarlet red), turns out the waiter was born in japan, how very interesting (you start going in a circular motion and soobin nearly keens), his father met his mother during a road trip! (you knew from his expression that he was already leaking onto your shoes), wow and he's fluent in three languages (soobin's thighs are spasming and you were rubbing him hard, you can tell he couldn't hold it in anytime soon).

"it all started when i encountered a multilingual tourist as a child."

the conversation was a little redundant now, wasn't it? you were talking to the waiter, yet staring intensely at soobin in the eyes, a snicker on your lips. "come again?" you press down, and his body shudders, thighs so tightly squeezed around your foot it could almost cut circulation, he was curled in ever so slightly. shivering in the aftereffects of his second orgasm today.

"huh?" the confused tone of the waiter piques.

"nevermind, thank you for your time."

the waiter leaves, slightly befuddled by the conversation. while you turn your attention back to soobin who is breathing heavily with red-tinted cheeks. "wow, orgasming in a public space again, what a perv."

the words hit him hard in his chest and tears drop from his eyes, he could only let out a small 'sorry' in shame before dropping his head down. his sleeves come up to desperately wipe at his eyes and save some face, at least it was all over now and he could enjoy his meal in peace, hopefully!

"can... can i pull my pants back up now?"

"hmm can you?" you tease, and he pauses, unsure of how to approach the situation.

"can i please?" some begging would do the trick, right?

"you can if you jerk yourself off."

he pouts, and more tears drop on the table as he squeezes his thighs around your foot. but he obediently slides his hands down to try and make himself hard again. his cock was so so so sensitive to the sensation, but limp in his hands. it hurts to stroke, it hurts to touch. the longer it took for him to get it up the more he frowned and panicked.

finally, you had enough, you were just playing with him anyway, so you slide your foot off with a chuckle. he looks at you in confusion. "i was joking dumbass, put your pants back on."

you dig into your food, and soobin follows suit right after he shuffles his pants back on, looking up at you hesitantly. though the moment the food touched his tongue, all he could think was—spicy! now he was crying for an entirely different reason, he was never the strongest spice contender, and this was another league of spice.

you notice his discomfort, laughing when he ducks his head down. "too spicy?" "no..." he responds, surprisingly stubborn on this matter. he pettily eats another spoonful of noodles (swiftly to regret it). you just roll your eyes, watching him eat in amusement.

☆★☆

the date ended smoothly after, nothing else notable happened (other than some pervy touches and teasing from your side), back at your room again (it was a common occurrence for the two of you to stay in your room, he told you once he didn't enjoy staying in his home).

you flopped onto your bed while soobin shuffled in, putting his things neatly to the side and closing the door behind him. he stared at you as you typed messages to your friends (they had been filling up your notifications all day because you were ignoring them), he awkwardly stood near the foot of the bed.

"uhm, i, thank you, for today. i had fun." he starts bashfully.

"so you don't have fun with me every other day?" you deadpan and he stutters, being caught off guard.

"n—no that's, not what i—"

"i wasn't serious, idiot."

he shuts his mouth quickly, silent again and unsure of how to start up another conversation.

"god you're such a loser. look in that bag over there." you break the air, pointing to a grey bag you had been carrying for the whole day. he was curious about it but wasn't brave enough to ask. so when you gave him the go-ahead he didn't hesitate to dig his hand in. when he pulled out a box containing a figurine from his favourite anime, clear confusion was evident in his face.

"i didn't know you liked—"

"no shithead it's for you."

his mouth drops open, bunny-like eyes widening as your words start to register in his head. instantly he lights up visibly, smiling uncontrollably as he admires the figurine in his hands. it wasn't anything crazy, was rather affordable compared to the prices of other figurines, but soobin's heart soared at the gift and he felt like he was on cloud nine. you didn't pay attention to his reaction, or that's how it seemed, because you were secretly staring at every differing expression on his face.

"thank you... i, thank you so much..."

"it's not even a big deal, you're so dramatic."

but it was a big deal for soobin, he tenderly held the gift in his hands. this was the first time he's gotten anything from anyone other than his parents and occasionally aunt and uncle. it really did feel like the two of you were dating, even if nothing is official and the most accurate label on the relationship was 'bully and victim'.

"can i unwrap it?"

"i don't care."

he slowly unwraps the gift, taking the figurine out of the box carefully as he begins to admire all the details of the sculpture. you, on the other hand, admire him, no matter how much you deny it, there was something so addicting about both his happiness and pain. it hooked you on like a drug.

"sleep over."

he knew what you meant, in a seemingly harmless phrase. it often happened like this, an insignificant and passing statement. strange in retrospect, you were his bully and the door was right there, if soobin wanted to, he could make a run for it.

but the both of you knew he wouldn't. your attention was almost an obsession to him, no matter how good or bad.

"okay."

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