I’ve been on a pretty severe Ben hiatus and I know have left a lot of stories out to dry. But I woke up really missing writing for Ben and so I’m hoping to update a bunch of my stories soon...let me know if there’s one in particular you’d like to see finished first

Nick Tortano x Reader

Summary: You and Nicky Tortano are old friends that grew up in the same neighborhood and went to the same schools - childhood best friends.  What happens when life takes you both down two different paths, causing you two to drift only to bring you together ten years later as undercover cops trying to bring down one of the biggest drugs rings in Boston?

Only time can tell.

A/N: This will be a collaborative work by myself and the amazing @benbarnesescape.  Nicky doesn’t get near enough love, and so, here we are making sure that he gets at least a little slice of the love that he so deserves.  We do hope you enjoy it <3

chapter 1, chapter 2, chapter 3, chapter 4, chapter 5, chapter 6, chapter 7

Nicky found himself still in confusion, his eyes watching the supposed couple take their route out of the small diner and out into the chill air.  Swallowing thickly, there was a moment where Nicky just remembered.  Days where things were different, where you would find the steps toward him instead of away.  The thoughts had his jaw clenching, the muscle tight and he breathed out.

What was he going to do now?  Your last encounter wasn’t the best, a scene that he tried his best to dismiss even if all he wanted to do was protect himself.

Protect you.

A/N: This is the first time ever that I write a Ben Barnes anything. I kind of struggled with it, trying to make it perfect for the birthday girl. 

Happy Brittday my sweet, lovely @benbarnesescape! I am so glad to have such a beautiful, exceptionally caring, sassy and determined friend! I hope you are having the time of your life right now! You definitely deserved it!  When you come back from your camping trip, smelling like fire and burned marshmallows, this will be waiting here for you!  I hope you will enjoy it, Britt. As do all of you, beautiful human beings. Lots of love, M. Warnings: This is my first oneshot ever, so it turned out pretty long. It’s angsty and fluffy and completely out of control - just what birthdays normally should be like :) There is also a couple of swear words... Just thought I’d let you know. And my English, which is really not that great... Let’s get this show on the road!

I told you so.

These four words are probably worse than cancer. The way their tiny little letters choke you, wrapping their curves around your neck the moment they finally get out in the open.  The way they make your eyes water, the truth in them blinding you with neon-bright accusations. I told you so is what is said, you didn’t’ listen is what is meant. As you step into the cold night ‘s air, leaving the expensive champagne, the fake laughter, and your best friend behind, you are spending your last effort on biting back tears.

Em, your wifey, had told you so. It was a fucked up idea, had been from the very start. You should not have let him get you into this. Especially not on the night of your fucking birthday.

But boy, did Barnes look good in that Tom Ford suit.

Could you really blame that Kourtney-bitch for getting a little too much to drink and throwing herself at him when he was wearing that suit?

She’s just a friend, my ass, you clutched your fists at the thought.

With a hurricane of sensations, cursing through your body, you approached the busy road in several steps, throwing one of your hands into the air.

“Taxi!” you shouted louder than you intended, relief flowing through your veins when you saw a black cab stop right in front of you.

You didn’t remember how you got into the car, neither could you recall what that cab driver Yousouf had told you about his wife and five kids. You probably wouldn’t remember even if police threatened to send you to prison, should you not give them the information. You needed to get away. From this place, from this party, from these people... From Kourtney flirting with Ben right before your eyes, and him smiling at her, feeling her hand touch his... Her mouth slamming against his own.

All the consumed alcohol making you feel dizzy, you stretched your legs in the back seat of the taxi, trying so hard not to choke on your tears.

Ben Barnes, a fantastic actor, your best friend, the only man you have ever loved... Had shown you he did not give a flying fuck about you. On the night of your birthday.

Whatever, you thought, wiping tears off your cheeks discreetly. She can have him. I didn’t see much future for us anyway.

Neither did he, apparently.

When you arrived to your loft, your house phone squeaked miserably, trying to get your attention. The light on the device shone bright red, which meant it was saturated with messages. You didn’t have to be a bloody genius to know that Ben had probably tried to reach you here, after you refused every single one of his calls on your cell.

Slamming the door shut, you turned around and leaned against it, feeling the coolness of the wood with your exposed back. You closed your eyes, trying to focus – you were tipsy. The sane, calm and cool you would never leave Ben during that fancy-ass Hollywood party. Even after what you saw. The sane, calm and cool you would ignore the sharp pang of pain in your chest, down your last shot of tequila and go home with that hot-looking Winter Soldier guy. Sebastian Stan, was it?

But you weren’t your usual sane, calm and cool self tonight. You were a selfish, possessive, put-it-where-your-mouth-is, tough and bitchy woman – and it felt good. Actually, it felt great. You had the right to be a temperamental pain in his ass for once, not the other way around.

The minimalist clock on the opposite wall was showing three am. Whatever storm of messages and rounds of explanations were hanging over your head, they all could wait until tomorrow. What you wanted now was to sleep your catastrophic birthday off and learn your lesson. You were going to be so much smarter next year. You had it all under control now.

Yet images flashing before your eyes just wouldn’t leave you alone. His lips, parted in a soft smile, as Kourney covers his hand with hers. The way he throws his head back, laughing, as she says something stupid. The memories from hours ago pierced your body like electricity, striking deep, down to the bones.

When someone knocked on the door, you first thought it was blood pumping in your temples. When you felt the wood vibrate against your naked back, you turned around and threw the door open, too tired to think.

The moment your eyes met, you felt your legs failing you, your head spinning and your heart, your disappointed, torn heart shrinking into a tiniest nubbin, causing you to endure unbearable pain.

So much for having it all under control.

You felt your thighs stiffen, as your lower belly muscles twitched. You had never noticed before how tall he actually was – Ben stood in front of you, in flesh, his toned chest before your eyes, hidden by the soft cotton of his neatly pressed shirt, his tie hanging around his bare neck with a throbbing vein, urging for your touch, the forbidden spot of this perfect, beautiful body of a destroyer, a traitor you knew you could never forgive.

He just stood there, your sweet killer, and it was excruciating to watch him bite his lower lip nervously, probably subconsciously… You didn’t want him here. He made his choice. He may have fucked Kourtney, for all you knew. And frankly speaking, you didn’t know how to deal with this mind-numbing thought, your heart shrinking into a thumbnail, your body nearly convulsing under the guilty stare of his bottomless, pitch black eyes…

You stared at him, your heart wildly pounding in agony, exploding. Biting your lip, with tears flooding your eyes, you raised your trembling hand so sharply, he could not have blocked it even if he wanted. With a loud slap, your palm landed on his face.

He looked lost and hurt, as he gasped, his head cocked to a side, his cheek burning red. He slowly brought one of his long-fingered hands to his jaw and rubbed it, facing you again.

“What was that for?...” he whispered, aghast, probably realizing how much rage you invested in that blow. “Y/N, talk to me. Please,” he nearly pleaded, watching you lower your gaze, your put-it-where-your-mouth-is attitude suddenly gone.

“There’s nothing to talk about,” you murmured, still avoiding his eyes, you voice lifeless. “I’m done here. Good night, Barnes”.

His black eyes sparkling, he watched you as you tried to close the door right in front of him. He hadn’t yet realized, that was it, you meant what you said – all he knew you weren’t being fair. His head was splitting in two from the chaotic thoughts his brain was still trying to process – you didn’t even give him a chance to learn what happened and to explain himself!... He came all the way here to apologize for something he wasn’t sure he did, to tell you how he feels about you, and here you were, slapping him across his face, done and wishing him good night!

He wasn’t having it. He did not wait all these years for you to show him you cared, so you could just kick him out in the middle of the night. 

Suddenly, Ben’s judgment became clouded. From that very moment he lost control of what happens next. He wasn’t a responsible sweet best friend anymore. His cheek burned in pain, pushing him to the limit. He wasn’t going to let you get away with this.  

As you pushed the door to slam it in his face, he sharply hit it with his hand, blocking it, his rib cage crunching at the blows of his rapid heartbeats. You swore under your breath, stepping back, as the door bounced back in your direction and smashed against the wall. Before the loud bang broke the silence, reigning in the house, you heard Ben swear in pain. With your eyes widening, you saw him step inside as he closed the door behind him with his uninjured hand.

All you could do was gape at him, surprised by the mask of badly controlled temper, plastered on his face. You took a couple of steps back, just to be sure. You knew that look. That look was not that of your friend. The last time you saw this raging fire, burning in his eyes, he beat the crap out of the guy who referred to you as ‘bitch’ in a bar.

Clenching your sweaty hands together, you kept on stepping back, wondering what was going to happen next. Te thought of getting punched frightened you nearly to death, when the idea of his lips on yours seemed so outrageous. 

He was approaching you silently, his breath even, like a wildcat, ready to attack.

You felt your insides twist clockwise. 

How dared Ben-fucking-Barnes step into your apartment, when you made it clear he wasn’t welcome? He really did have some nerve, entering your haven, your world, after doing what he did – and on your birthday!...

You stopped, rooting into the floor, your eyes blazing. He halted too, keeping a relatively narrow distance between the two of you.

“You better leave now, Ben, because if you won’t, I’ll…” you warned, your cheeks painted rage-red. 

“You’ll slap me again?” he offered, his tone rigid and nothing like it used to be when you two were friends. “Go ahead, Y/N,” he was now provoking you, his eyebrows furrowed. “At least this time I’ll deserve it.”

You stared at him in disbelief, nearly choking on a wave of anger, rising in your chest. This was just about as much as you could take. You did feel guilty for slapping him, especially now, watching his cheek still burn, your handprint visible on the irritated skin. But you knew better than anyone he deserved it. You two have stopped being friends a long time ago: you weren’t the only one who noticed his lingering stares, the way he touched your body, brushing his hands accidentally against yours, giving you temple kisses... You weren’t going to play his fucking game, and a nice whack seemed a good way of showing it. The way he spoke to you, like he didn’t know what he did wrong, made you want to kick the crap out of him for behaving the way he did. For making you fall for him, and then leaving you out in the cold.

“Bravo!” you ran your fingers through your hair, brushing the loose strands out of your face so that Barnes could see the disgust, written on your face. “You're a great actor, Barnes. I, personally, would have given you a fuck you trophy for your outstanding performance tonight!...” he frowned at you in confusion, but that only made your voice grow firmer. “Simply because there’s a fine line between great actors and lousy liars, and the second category members never get an Oscar!...” before even giving your next move a proper thought, you felt your legs carry you back to the door. Tearing it open, you motioned for Ben to get the fuck out of your loft, your haven, your world. “Just like I said, Ben,” you narrowed your eyes at him, noticing him knitting his eyebrows together, feeling the fear rise in your chest yet again. “Good night”. 

Ben was now looking at you, uncomprehending. You were being sarcastic of course, knowing full well that there wasn’t going to be any sort of goodness in his life if he stepped out that door. But it wasn’t only him you were hurting – that he could take. He saw you hurting yourself – you didn’t want him to go, he could tell from the way you tucked strands of hair behind your ears, from the way your lips trembled, from the way you leaned against the door, as if you weren’t able to stand on your wobbly legs…

Instead of walking out, he slowly headed in your direction. You felt your skin shiver under his intense glare. You didn’t move. He soon stood right in front of you, his body nearly pinning yours to the door, his arm pressed against the cold wood next to your aching head…

“Good night?...” he repeated, his voice steady. “Do you really want me to show you how good your night could have been, if you weren’t trying to throw me out this very second?...”

You swallowed frantically, suddenly conscious of his closeness. You felt his words strike your core, as his breath touched your face, so hot and possessing. You slowly looked up, your neck stiff and sore, too fragile for your suddenly leaden, heavy head.

You felt his long, delicate fingers leave a lingering sensation of his touch along your jaw. He caressed your cheekbones, his eyes never quitting yours. His breath hitched as he saw you bite your lip absentmindedly. God, he missed you. He wanted you. His beautiful, flawless Y/N. Wanted to sense the scent of your skin, to feel the warmth of your naked body against his…

You both stood there, completely mesmerized by each other, lost in the moment. 

And then a small high-pitched voice rang in your head, reminding you the events from the party you left so quickly.

Get your shit together, you internally screamed, grasping his hand and tearing it off your face. If he was hoping to score twice tonight, he should have known better than coming here, out of all places. 

“Oh, smooth Barnes,” you scolded at him. “So fucking smooth. So what, I’m on your hit list tonight, too?” you commanded yourself not to cry, but hidden tears rang in your voice like tiny alarms. 

Ben stared at you in confusion, feigning ignorance.

Bastard, you thought.

“So snogging Kourtney wasn’t enough, huh? That bad boy in your pants needs more?” you spit it in his face, your mouth going dry.

Ben’s eyes grew spectacularly wide at your straightforward question, his jaw dropping to the level of his knees. He stared at you in awe of confusion and disbelief.

“Me?!...” he barely managed, “Kourtney?!... Snogging?.. What?!” he gazed at you open-mouthed, still shocked. “How could you… Do you really think we could actually?...” Ben’s bewilderment was so sincere, you caught yourself doubting what you thought you saw. You kept your facial expression unreadable, still watching him closely. “Wow,” he sounded hurt now, his right hand rubbing his chest. “That’s… well… Is this how bad you think of me? I came there with you, and you were the only person I counted on leaving with tonight,” his eyes finally met yours, his words knocking you off your feet.

You felt the weight of guilt settle on your chest, your feelings all over the place. You knew what you saw. She kissed him. You saw them.

“But I...” you bit your lip and stared down at your feet. “I saw you, Ben, I...” you looked back up, mumbling, all of your confidence gone. “You kissed her, I saw you both?”

“When?” he spoke softly now, clutching his hands behind his back, in an attempt to stop them from rubbing small circles on your cheeks. 

“Right before I left... It was dark, I know, but I swear it was you... You were the only one wearing this hideous pink tie...” you buried your fingers in your hair, tearing it hard. 

Did you just slap Ben-fucking-Barnes across his face for nothing? You closed your eyes, already knowing the truth. There was one another guy at the party wearing this kind of tie... The tie was the reason you noticed him in the first place. 

“I wasn’t,” Ben voiced your thoughts. “Sebastian Stan was wearing one, too.”

You felt the rush of warmth and tenderness towards this tall, delightfully attractive man, as you dared to face him again. Before you could whisper as much as a word of apology for everything you’d done for the past three hours, you felt Ben wrap his arms around your waist, crashing his unnaturally hot lips into your mouth, his hands traveling down your back. Closing your eyes again, you ran your fingers through his lush mane of hair, pulling him closer, deepening the kiss. Ben tasted like all those things you loved so much, all whipped in a lavish frenzy – your favorite red oranges, marshmallows, glazed in chocolate, apple pies and strawberry... Meanwhile, his hands explored your fired-up body, worshipping your curves, your shoulder blades… You buried your face in his collarbone, your lips ghosting over his Adam’s apple, your hands scratching his back with your nails. He pushed his hips against yours, his hands cupping your full breasts softly, but demandingly... 

Kissing you passionately, Ben could feel his cock twitch, ready. But he needed to know you knew what you meant for him, that he would die before calling you his friend again...

“I love you, Y/N,” he whispered in your ear. “I always have. You’re everything I have ever wanted, and I have no idea how my feelings managed to escape your attention...” he cupped your cheeks in his hands, staring in your eyes, making sure his message was received. “I want you to be mine.”

You could feel your face enlighten with a blissful smile, as you gently bit his neck, hearing him chuckle softly.

“I have always been yours…” you murmured, your grip around his neck tightening, “And I always will be…” 

With his heart beating wildly, he lifted you up from the ground. 

“Happy birthday, my love,” he whispered to you before gently biting your lower lip. “It’s time I gave you my present, don’t you think?”

@drinix He’d be so selfless!

Ben taking care you would entail:

Forcing you back to bed and to call in sick (skip out on classes if you’re still at university) when you slowly make your way into the kitchen, determined to be productive

Checking your temperature and insisting on taking you to the doctor to make sure you’re not to badly ill when he realizes you’ve broken 103 degrees

You whine and moan but at the end he wins, and you passively agree as you dress in sweats and a shirt 

He’d fill out all the paperwork and listen intently to the nurse as she’d explain you just have the flu

Driving you home and getting you comfortable on the couch. Providing lots of pillows, blankets, tissues, books and access to remotes so you can binge watch shows

Calling his mother for a quick chicken noodle soup recipe that he can whip together for you

While you were dozing off rushing to the store to buy you tons of medicine, ingredients for soup, crackers, Gatorade and tea

Feeding you soup when you stubbornly insist that you’re fine until the hot broth touches your lips and you divulge in it quickly 

Because its surprisingly really good and doesn’t taste like canned food

Playing games with you so you have a break from sleeping and watching TV

Keeping your mom updated on your progress (because of course he let her know knowing she’d worry about you) via text

Having him carry you to your room as it gets later into the night and asking if you want him to stay with you throughout the night

Even though he knows you're contagious and you politely decline because you don’t want to get him sick,he ends up climbing under the comforter with you anyways

Paint It Black

Warnings: Violence, hints of sexual innuendos, language 

A/N: I figured it out – my life that is literally dictated by Mr. Barnes. Here is Part 3, finally some plot action! Its also the end of what I made a Part 3 series but never fear luvs, never fear........ 

Tag list: @iheartbinbons @binbonsadoration @delos-mio @lafemmedemon @la-fille-en-aiguilles@ladyblablabla @drinix @padfootagain @princesse-de-ravenclaw @lovelysiriuss

It was the ringing that consumed your senses first. It was high pitched as it consumed your senses and you lolled around. That was when you realized the restrictions. Your wrists were bound by rope to something hard, the stiff material making it hard for you to move. You fought through the blackness that you had found comfort in and tried to open your eyes, a bright light consuming you, making you squint your eyes back close for a second.

You had to focus.

You took a deep breath, your lungs instantly spazzing from pain. A sore pain that you couldn’t pin down and you prayed you hadn’t broken a rib. You took a couple more breaths, content that you were probably just badly bruised before focusing on other places in your body. Your legs weren’t bound but the way you were sitting -  tightly bound to the stiff wooden  chair - made movement awkward. Your breathing was shallow but you knew you weren’t too bruised and could find a way to escape with a little time on your side. That and the heavy pounding in your head to go away, distracting you from focusing on anything else. 

You reopened your eyes, trying to gauge your surroundings. Hoping to hell that you were alone.

You weren’t.

Billy was across from you, leaning against a desk with his hands crossed, watching you deliberately. There were two other men in the room with you but that’s all the detail you could gather for now.

A Woman in Red 

Warnings: M (SMUT, 18+, not suitable for young audiences)

Tag list: @iheartbinbons @binbonsadoration @delos-mio @lafemmedemon @la-fille-en-aiguilles @ladyblablabla @drinix @padfootagain @princesse-de-ravenclaw

A/N: I swear I was going to make this less SMUT and more plot. I am really trying to stick to that for this series but I guess Part 3 is what y’all get instead for that. Because fuck Ben Barnes for killing me with his fine ass. Real life that man has me on that real life thirsty ho life. I’m going to need him to calm the fuck down. And fuck Netflix for not releasing the date for the show so I can literally hide in my house and binge watch the season but teasing the shit out of us with promos. I need to prepare. I have a busy month coming up and I’ll be PISSED if its the weekends I’m at weddings.

Can you tell that I’m a mess after Punisher promo stills. Hope this helps you all like its been helping me :D

Read Part 1 Here

Frank Castle was a force not be reckoned with. Everyone on the force knew that. He was hard to work with as told from previous past employers including the United State Marines Corp, stubborn, reckless and annoyingly charming. He was also the best man to get a job done. He was efficient and knew how to clean up messes. He knew how to make someone go away without anyone even knowing there were missing. Had a surprisingly compassionate heart under his tough exterior.

Frank Castle was a puzzle that no one wanted to spend the time solving which was why the force, your unit, had left him alone for years.

However, he had triggered the curiosity of the mob. You didn’t know why. Didn’t understand why they were all of a sudden interested in this ex-marine. From what you could assess from your research, he had kept to himself. No one employed him for the men he swept of the street.

Why the hell was Billy Russo and Frank Costa so concerned with him?

That was the question on your mind as you walked into the posh French restaurant, the tight red dress clinging against your body underneath the long black jacket you were wearing. You had spent four days watching Frank Castle and as far as you were concerned, he was a simple family man who was probably bored of his civilian life so decided to take matters in how own hands.

His targets were low level offenders on your employers list and that was less work and paperwork for you. As far as you were concerned, Frank Castle was okay in your book.

Still, Jenkins was uneasy. He had been monitoring Castle for years and he didn’t like the way any of this smelled. So he had urged you to give in to Billy’s request to take you out to dinner. You had been hesitant because you knew that Billy was dangerous. Not in the way of wanting to kill you at the drop of a hat.

In the way of being drawn into his dangerous web of seduction. Billy was the type of man that could get under your skin for months and you would be blind to everything else.

That could interfere with your job. And nothing ever interfered with your job.

You gave the hostess your name and she smiles at you, urging you to follow her to the back of the restaurant. The part of the restaurant that is reserved for special clients. You give a shaky sigh as you near Billy who is leaning back in his chair, his strong fingers delicately wrapped around a glass of champagne as one of his henchmen whisper in his ears. He’s frowning, mumbling lowly before he turns to you and his face lights up, smiling at you.

He waves the man away as he stands, buttoning the front of his jacket as his mouth spreads in a smile That charming smile that has you weak in the knees and exhale as you near him.

“Mr. Russo. Your guest.” the waitress is timid as she turns on her heels and you smirk at Billy, turning your back at him before looking over your shoulder.

“Mind helping a woman out?” you ask, your eyelashes cast down and he steps near you, wrapping his arms around you. He unbuttons your jacket slowly, his growing erection pressing against your back and you’re half embarrassed, half turned on by the boldness of his actions. He peels the jacket off of you slowly, his breath hitching as your short dress is exposed. He passes the coat off, his dark eyes glazing over in lust and you kept help the scary feeling building in your pit.

‘He’s a known criminal. He’s threatened his child. He kills innocent people for sport. Do not fall for him because he’s handsome.’ You repeat this in your head but you know it’s useless. You’re too caught in the way he’s watching you, the way he feels behind you.

You try to  turn, a confident smirk plastered on your face but he grabs your hips, jutting his own into you.

“I was taught to never trust a woman in red.” he mumbles, low enough for you to hear over the bustle of the restaurant and you laugh, pushing his hands off of you and turning toward him.

“Good thing I’m a woman not to be trusted.”

You push past him to your seat and he’s quick to push in your chair before taking the seat across from you. In an instant a waiter is at your side, filling up your champagne glass and Billy leans in, revealing in your outfit. When the waiter leaves his mouth quirks up.

“You know what’s the most damning about a woman like you. You’re addictive.  haven’t been able to fuck anyone since our little exchange in the bathroom.”

You roll your eyes, your hand slowly stroking the stem of your champagne glass as you respond,

“You mean Mrs. Russo is denied the undeniable sweet pleasure of your cock. That’s just…..unsatisfactory.”

He laughs, gaining the attention of some of the diners before his eyes land back on you. On the way your hand is playing with the glass.

“Mrs. Russo is an accessory. She’s kinda like a lamp. Or a side table. Something you keep for show but there is truly no use in having.”

You sigh, raising an eyebrow before you lean into the table.

“Well, I don’t know about being a boring accessory to someone like you but I do know that you shouldn’t drink champagne without toasting,” you lift your glass and quirk an eyebrow up. “So what should we toast to?”

He lifts his glass, his dark eyes watching you carefully.

“How about me fucking you senseless in the suite that I have for us across the street.”

The waiter has shown up and his face flushes red as you smile at him, clinking your glass. You both drink the bubbly alcohol quickly, neither of your eyes falling off the other before you place your glass down.

“Fuck dinner. We both know you were just trying to see how long you could get in my panties.”

He raises an eyebrow, looking over at the henchman that’s to his right before his eyes fall back on you.

“You’re the kind of woman who’s going to get me in trouble.  Lucky for me.”

Billy hadn’t been kidding when he said he had a reserved suite across the street from the expensive restaurant. It’s the kind of place that you had walked past your whole life - uppity and posh and the kind of place you want to sully with filth. Specifically, the way Logan’s hand is explicitly biting into your ass, the way his mouth dominates your neck as he presses you against the elevator wall, causing the older couple in the space to clear their throat multiple times uncomfortably. Doesn’t stop Billy from throwing you over his shoulder as he steps out of the elevator, causing you to giggle like a five year old as he slaps your ass.

When you enter the posh room you don’t even have a minute to take it in. Billy’s too busy throwing you on the bed, parting your legs as he pushes your dress up.

“I’ve been dreaming about eating your pussy for days….” he mumbles, his hands tugging at the thin fabric of your thong as his lips skim at your thighs.

“It’s bad to spoil dinner with dessert.” you mumble, looking down at him and he chuckles, nipping at your thighs.

“You’re mouth is going to get you in trouble. Did your Uncle Louie ever warn you about that?”

You roll your eyes as he blows over your freshly exposed center, causing your hips to jut off the bed.

“I don’t talk about my uncle typically while I’m fucking.” you whisper as his tongue slowly licks a hot trail up your folds. By the time he reaches your clit your mewling, your hands finding his hair easily as he sucks softly at the soft bud.

“Taste so fucking good.” he mumbles, his left hand skimming its way down your thigh until it’s inserted into your center and you’re flying, your hips bucking up. Billy chuckles as he pushes you back down against the bed, inserting another finger as he begins sucking and biting on your clit, his hands pumping into you at a delicious slow pace.

Its when he feels your body shaking, your hands tightening in his locks as your thighs close around him that he increases his pace. His shadow rubs against the sensitive skin of your inner thigh and you know you’re going to have burns in the morning but you don’t care. All you can think about is the way you see white as he bites down your sensitive bud, your voice singing out his name in praise as he laps at you.

Demon or not, the man knew how to eat pussy.

When he pulls away his hands are already making quick work of his belt, tugging at his silk pants as his dark eyes consume you.

Needing you.

He pins his arms over your head as his mouth captures your and you groan into his mouth at your taste, your hips jutting into his own. He moans as he pulls away , throwing you on your back before lining you on your back.

“Been thinking about fucking you from behind to see this tight little ass move as you cum all over my cock.” his voice is hoarse, dark, and it causes you to groan as you stick your ass higher in the air.

“Fuck honey, you’re dripping wet. Did I get you all worked up?” he’s teasing you as his cock circles around your entrance and you moan, placing your head to the side.

“Please…” you whisper out and it’s all he needs before he’s inserting himself into you. You both moan as he slowly slides into you, your walls tightening around him and he falls on your back, groaning in your ear.

“Goddamn I’ve been dreaming about this for far too long.” he moans in your ear as he pulls out before slamming against you again. Your hands grip against the sheets, already feeling yourself come undone fromt eh angle he was hitting you at. He continues the slow, hard pace, kissing your back as he fucked you harder. Deeper. Its when his hand snakes underneath you, circling your clit that you pop up in desire, your hips jutting against him and his grip tightens around you.

“That’s right honey. I want you to cum all over my cock.”

There’s no need for the dirty words, your wetness pooling down your legs onto the comforter as he rams against you faster now. Your orgasm hits you hard and you fall forward as he chases his own, his voice yelling out your name before falling beside you.

You both don’t move from your position as you find your breath, glancing at each other in deep heaves before he pulls you toward him, kissing you on the forehead.

“Goddamn addicting..” he whispers against your skin and you laugh. For a second you forget that he’s a mass murdered and you’re an assassin for hire.

For a second it’s just the two of you.

It’s hours later, spent from your earlier lovemaking that you’re roused from sleep. You jump up from your bed, surprised to to find the spot that Billy has been occupying empty. You try to brush the sleep out of you, looking haphazardly in the dark for your dress and underwear. You tug them on as your survey the room.

Billy’s voice is low on the phone as you look in your bag for your recorder, slowly inching your way to the half propped bathroom door. Billy’s standing in the brightly lit space, pacing back and forth in nothing but his pants, his hands running through his hair.

“You heard me. Bomb the fucking place. If Castle is finally home then that takes care of two ducks with one stone. We can get his nosy fucking wife and kid and take care of him. Bomb the place and make it look like a gas leak….”

Your eyes shoot up.

The wife and kid. There was nothing saying that Castle’s family was the target. You slowly slink your way back to your bed, grabbing the hotel phone before slipping toward the closet. You quickly dial out Jenkins number, watching Billy’s movements through the cracked sliding door as the phone rings twice.

“Unit Number.”

“LV- Unit number 83579. Reporting.”

“Talk to me Viper.”

“You have to get a unit over to Castles house,” you start to shift from leg to leg as you look at the bathroom shadows, shaking your head. “Castle isn’t the primary target. His family is.”

“Is this confirmed.”

“Recorded and confirmed from the snake’s mouth himself.”

Silence. Then, 

“When?”

“Now. Tonight. Send a unit over right now!”

More silence.

“Do you hear me. Send a unit over right now.”

More silence.

You look through the cracked closet door, surprised when a dark shadow appears. Billy’s undeniably handsome face is now curled in a sneer, a broken phone cord in his hand. He yanks the door open, grabbing you and throwing you on the ground, anger consuming him. You sweep at his feet, causing him to fall on the ground as you lift yourself and you kick his face, keeping him down as he kneels over in pain. You throw the door open, running down the hall toward the elevator.

You had to warn your team. Had to get to Castle.

You turn a corner and suddenly see black, a sharp jutting pain overcoming the back of your skull. You fall down, trying desperately to get up.

You groan as you see the tall figure of Billy walking from down the hallway over to you slowly, a gun in his hand. You try to fight unconsciousness as you start your slow crawl to the elevator. You refuse to give in to the helpless situation. Its when Billy’s foot is pressing into your back that you turn to claw at him. He smirks, kneeling down and slapping you in the face.

Warning: teasing and fluff

A/N: Okay I feel guilty when I can’t post for y’all so here is an update to this part since I left you teasing – sorry it’s also kinda short!! Logan rocks my socks!

You watched Logan from on top of the island, your legs swinging idly as he moved around effortlessly finishing the last touches for dinner.

“When you asked me over for dinner and a movie, I was expecting pizza and Netflix. Not a glamourous meal from Chef Logan.”

He stops for a second from seasoning the poached potatoes to look at you, raising a curious eyebrow before asking,

“I ask you to wear the beautiful sundress I bought you this afternoon from a top notch designer to just get stained by cheap grease and frozen toppings? You really think that low of me?”

The credulousness in his voice causes you to laugh as you take another sip of your wine before letting out,

“I mean, I thought it was weird but……yeah. Kinda. You’ve never cooked for me and the pizza you order from your tower, the restaurant your family owns by the way, has delicious fresh cooked pizza. I just thought you wanted to torture me by undressing me with your eyes all night.”

He smirks, turning back to you though the hint of something mischievous stays on his lips.

“You’re partially right,” he says after a while, pulling out a sharp set of knives to cut through the lamb. The freaking leg of lamb he found time to cook for you sometime between when you left and now. The man was unbelievable. “I do plan on undressing you with my eyes all night,” he throws an intentional glance your way, his eyes slowly drinking you in. You ignore the way it makes your heart increase, or how much you want him to touch you. “But since you’ve already witnessed my skills in the kitchen I just thought….it would be nice to make you a meal.”

You nod, hopping off the island and grabbing your new empty wine glass.

“I clearly underestimated you.”

“Clearly.”

Caught

Warning: Just fluffy sweetness

A/N: What have these two lovebirds been up to since the last update? Let’s find out and see. Also a special shout out to my ladies @binbonsadoration and @la-fille-en-aiguilles and all my other Tumblr mutuals (you know who you all are) - this part is inspired by all of you. Also wouldn’t the end of this be amazing to happen ha ha 

Please note that I respect Ben’s personal life and this is fiction - I thought this photo was cute and captures our motley crew however. Credit to Ben Barnes Fan

Ben knocked on the door of his friends Calvin’s apartment, a bottle of wine in one hand and his birthday gift in another. It had been a week since he had seen you and he was anxious and giddy. After your first date, he had done an effective job of keeping you to himself for close to a month. Cole and Jen had finally intervened, Jen feigning sadness from the loss of her girlfriend while Cole refused to do the dishes until he had one on one time with Ben.

So you had relented and made a deal - you would not spend anytime with him so you both could give time back to your friends.

It had worked. By the end of the week, Cole was whining to have his favorite shipped couple cuddling on his couch and Jen had expressed gratitude for making her friend happy. After she yelled at you before. He still remembered the text he had got two days earlier, after leaving a bar with Jason and some other friends from the Punisher set.

He laughed, remembering reading the text in half amusement/ half fear. Everyone knew that Jen took kickboxing that she dragged you two and was especially protective of you, like a younger sister. 

He hoped he wouldn’t mess this up. He didn’t want to mess you and him up but now his balls were also at stake as well as his heart.  

The door swung open, the large sounds of music greeting him as Calvin smiles, outstretching his arms to give Ben a hug while screaming,

“Ben’s here! Now the party can officially start.”

Ben chuckles, patting his friend on the back before pulling away and walking into the lengthy hallway. He hands Calvin the bottle of wine, which Calvin immediately smiles quirking an eye up.

“Not bringing whiskey? What brought this on my man?” he asks and Ben shakes his head smiling, shrugging out of his jacket to hang on the jacket hanger.

“Figured you’re turning 38, you’re getting wiser. More classy. You have a steady girlfriend now…” Calvin quirks up an eyebrow as Ben finishes, “Also, you have at least five other friends who I know was going to bring you whiskey so I figured I’d mix it up.”

Calvin laughs, slapping his hand on the back of Ben as they walk to his spacious living room. The room was full of people that had been both of their friends for years. Like Ben, Calvin was originally from London and had moved to the states to join the Hollywood ranks. However, he had found pleasure in video editing and worked on large scale movies but they both had stayed good friends of the years.

“You have a photo booth?” Ben chuckles, pointing to the large booth that was being occupied by a group of women and Calvin shrugged.

“The girl I’m dating thought it would be fun, who am I to not make a woman happy?”

Ben laughs, shaking his head as he spots Cole who was engaged in a heavy conversation on the other side of the room. He waved at Ben but didn’t encourage him to walk over. Knew that his best friend and roommate wouldn’t do a thing until he found you. 

This was going to be the first time that you both were going to make your relationship public to your friends. You were both private people and it had surprised him when he had broached the topic over a phone conversation earlier that week.

“Are you going to Calvin’s thing on Saturday?” he had casually asked and you gave a soft sigh before replying,

“You know I am. Don’t even pretend that you didn’t think I was.”

He gives a low chuckle, shutting the door to his room before walking to his bed, falling backwards and looking up at the ceiling.

“Sooooooooo….”he begins and you emulate him, “Sooooooooooo.”

He bites his lip,

“So if I asked you to go with me as the girl I’m dating…that wouldn’t be weird or anything would it?”

You’re smiling on the other side of the line though you know he’s unaware of it as you say,

“Hmmmmmmm I don’t know. I don’t want to make this an official relationship thing…”

“No, no no! Of course not! This is strictly us dating - two people still getting to know each other.” he immediately says, sitting up in his bed and you laugh.

“Oh Benji, you know I’m giving you a hard time. Of course we can go and let our friends know we are dating.”

He gives a relieved sigh, falling back on the bed as he mutters,

“I just want to show you off to the world.”

“And you can but only if I can too.”

He smiles before saying.

“Of course. You can show me off as much as you want too,” he gives a low chuckle before whispering. “Now, are you finally going to tell me what bra you’re wearing or am I going to have to tease it out of you?”

You had ended the conversation a little after that, giggling that he was going to have to wait until Saturday for that kind of talk. Which he had to much to his displeasure - the rest of the week was full for you both. He made his way to the kitchen, grabbing a beer before saying hi to friends, his eyes diligently looking for you as he made quick side conversation.

It was when he was making his way make to the living room, resigned to chat with Cole and Jason until he found you that he heard your laughter. He couldn’t see you much to his dismay, and he resigned himself to continue to meet up with his friends, saying hi to them promptly before his eyes went searching for you again.

“Barnes? Barnes!”

Jason’s voice breaks his thoughts minutes later and he turns back to the tall man who is shaking his head as Cole watches on amusingly.

“Hey. What?” he asks and Jason rolls his eyes in an exaggerated motion.

“I said, where have you been man? I feel like you’ve gone AWOL these past couple of weeks. You get a quick gig you didn’t share with me?”

Ben shakes his head, a smile on his face as he turns back to the large room. Then he spots you. You’re getting out of the photo booth, your head thrown back in amused laughter as you help three other girls, Jen included from the cramped space. You’re wearing a v neck olive green dress that hugs your curves perfectly and flows around your knees, a brown leather jacket draped over your shoulders and ankle high brown boots. You had worn your hair loosely down and though you were far away, he noticed the lipstick you had thrown on, throwing an elegance to your face.

Even from where he stood he could see all the men in the room drooling over you, taking in your legs as it paired with the rest of your outfit. You were the perfect combination of woman - something sexy, bad and innocent all rolled up in a perfect body that was you. The kind of woman you want to get to know more and if you’re lucky take home and it was that realization that had him seeing red.

He wasn’t used to this new emotion - jealousy. He had dated plenty of beautiful women, dated a lot of women that he was proud to have on his arm and cared for but he couldn’t think of any that was making him unnecessarily overprotective like he felt right now.

“Damn, who’s she? She’s cute.” Jason whistles, taking you in and Cole laughs as Ben sets his beer down, making a fast beeline toward you. 

Like hell he was going to let the people in this room think you were even a possibility.

“You look like a monkey. Like an angry baboon.” you giggle as you look down at the photos of you, Jen, Steph and Mara that was taken moments earlier.

“A monkey? That’s rude dude.” Jen says, looking at the photo before laughing. “Though you’re right. My blue steel look does look the opposite of sexy.”

You shrug as you turn, your eyes lifting to find Ben’s. Unexpectedly you feel the air leaving your chest as he strolls over, his simple grey shirt hiding the muscles underneath his torso. His hair had grown out a bit since you had last saw him and was now falling across his face, over his eyes but he was paying no attention to it. His face held determination and it was all focused on you.

“Holy shit,” Steph whispers to you and your girlfriends. “Isn’t that Ben? Like Ben Barnes? Like Ben Barnes who plays Logan in Westworld? Damn he’s even more handsome in person.”

You barely hear her as he nears, the smell of his cologne consuming your space as he towers over you, his arms snaking around your waist before he bends down to kiss you.

It takes you off guard and at first you stand dazed as his lips press against yours. But then his tongue skims over your bottom lip, teasing you to open and you oblige easily, your mouth automatically molding to his. He smiles, deepening the kiss as his soft beard tickles your face and you sigh into his mouth, your arms wrapping around his neck as you kiss him back fervently. Your fingers find their way into his hair as he pushes you back until your pressed against the photo machine and he moans into your mouth as his hands snake behind you, finding themselves placed comfortably on your ass.

Its when you hear hollering that you pull away quickly, your face already heating up in embarrassment as he rests his forehead against yours, his hair tickling your nose as he catches his breath, a low chuckle escaping his throat.

“Forgot where we were for a second…” he mutters and you smile, nudging him so he looks at you and he kisses your nose before pulling away, rolling his eyes at Calvin and his friends who are rooting for the both of you.

“Just had to remind these idiots that you’re taken. And let the women know that I’m taken. Didn’t mean to get so carried away.” he whispers in your ear before kissing your neck and turning back on his heels. You’re left shaking your head, watching him walk back to the group of men he had previously left, Calvin joining them before you turn to find Stephanie and Mara looking at you, their mouths agape.

“You fly me out here for the week….” Stephanie begins. Mara picks up where she has left off,

“You urge me to take a job in LA for this week…..” 

They both finish at the same time,

“And not once during the week you tell us that you know and are presumably sleeping with fucking Ben Barnes!?”

You slowly raise your shoulders in an innocent shrug as Jen coughs and chips in, “Oh they’re not fuck buddies. They’re dating. Like he takes all of her time now…well since three weeks ago.”

Both of the women look at you, disbelief and betrayal in their eyes and you groan as they both say in sync,

“Explain!”

You push past them, making your way to the kitchen and they hastily follow you, hot on your heels.

“Come on, spit it out.” Steph urges and you turn, biting your lip.

“I was going to tell you. I was just….trying to figure out where to begin.”

“You begin with - ‘hey guys you know how I casually post pictures with Ben Barnes. Well yea, we’re dating. Also, did you know I know Ben Barnes like know him really well and just don’t have a Tumblr blog dedicated to him.’ ”

“Wait, wait, wait - Y/N has a Tumblr blog dedicated to Ben?” Jen looks at you in question and you’re left groaning. Mara chips in,

“Yes! That’s how we all met.”

Jen turns to you and laughs.

“You can never judge me for stocking Jason Mamoa on Reddit ever again.” 

You cross your arms and shake your head, “Yes I can because you like stock him in actual places in L.A. Its unhealthy.” 

Jen imitates your movement, shaking her head, 

“No you can’t when you have a Tumblr blog dedicated to someone who is like literally one of your closest friend. Like been a good friend to you for years and is literally on the path to being your boyfriend. Besides, Jason just needs to meet me to know I’m wifey material.”

“What!?” Stephanie and Mara screech after listening to you and Jen’s conversation and you shrug, leaning against the counter.

“Yea…so you know how I have photos of the two of us on my blog sometimes. Its real time interactions that I have with him. So when we are casually out its because I’m casually out with him and usually Jen and Cole and friends.”

Mara and Stephanie are looking at you in wonder until Mara says,

“Wait, just to confirm, have you slept with him recently? Because if you have, that explains why your past SMUT stories have been like, really steamy hot.”

Stephanie nods enthusiastically in agreement as Jen’s mouth drops before saying,

“Wait!? You’ve written sex stories about Ben?! This is getting better - we should have all hung out earlier! so I could have known this secret life of Y/N.”

“Shut up!” you yell, throwing a soft punch at Jen before you all hear a deep voice behind you ask,