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Into My Web Masterlist
Into my Web
Dark!Vampire!Billy Russo x Female Reader
Cowritten with @the-cult-of-russo
Ratings: Explicit 18+ ONLY
Warnings: Although this chapter might not include it, this fic will include; Sexual situations, swearing, human slave, biting, blood, murder, obsessive thoughts, dub con, Stockholm syndrome, gaslighting.
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Chapter 1 - Chapter 2- Chapter 3 - Chapter 4- Chapter 5 - Chapter 6 - Chapter 7 - Chapter 8 - Chapter 9 - Chapter 10 - Chapter 11 - Chapter 12 - Chapter 13 - Chapter 14 - Chapter 15 - Chapter 16 - Chapter 17 - Chapter 18 - Chapter 19 - Chapter 20 - Chapter 21 - Chapter 22 - Bonus Chapter
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Penny For Your Thoughts
Pairing: Billy Russo x F!Reader
I saw this gif and got super horny for Billy again, so this is what happened. You can also blame @becauseicantthinkwritings, @frying-panties, @dreadfulxives18 for encouraging me ๐Ÿ˜œ
Warnings: 18+, minors do NOT interact, smut, explicit sexual content, alcohol consumption, super dirty talk, use of pet names (darling, baby), Sugar Daddy!Billy vibes, oral (M receiving), PIV, reader has multiple orgasms, creampie
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โ€œDarling, my legโ€™s falling asleep.โ€ย 
You pouted, not that he could see, and snuggled your face further into Billyโ€™s neck. You were sitting on his lap, with your butt mostly on one of his thighs, cuddling up to his chest. He was still dressed in a full suit and had merely sat down on the couch for a drink, but youโ€™d crawled onto his lap. You needed to feel his warmth, smell his cologne, and just be close to him.ย ย 
Youโ€™d been lonely without him, spending the day feeling empty after waking up with his cock inside you. Heโ€™d left you blissed out, cum seeping between your legs. He wanted to clean you up, but he was late for work, and you assured him that you could clean yourself up.ย 
The sound of Billy setting his glass down shook you from your memory. โ€œDarling,โ€ he said again. He ran his hand through your hair and pulled on it slightly.ย 
You let him pull your head back so he could look at your face.ย 
โ€œHi, Billy.โ€ You said. You hadnโ€™t even spoken since heโ€™d gotten back. You just needed to feel him.ย ย 
He smiled gently. โ€œHi, baby. I need you to get off my lap. I canโ€™t feel my toes.โ€ He let go of your hair and smoothed it back in place.ย 
โ€œKiss first?โ€ You bargained.ย 
Billy grinned. โ€œFor you, of course.โ€ He leaned in and placed a chaste kiss on your lips.ย 
You pouted as he pulled away.ย ย 
โ€œWhatโ€™s that face?โ€ he asked. He knew what it was, though.ย 
โ€œNothinโ€™,โ€ you said, knowing better than to push him.ย 
You got off his lap and slid to the floor instead, resting your chin on the knee of his other leg as he stretched out the one youโ€™d been sitting on.ย 
โ€œPenny for your thoughts?โ€ You asked, looking up at his pensive face.ย 
โ€œJust thinking about my day.โ€ He rubbed a hand over his beard.ย 
โ€œHow was work?โ€ You asked.ย 
Billy shrugged. โ€œIt was hard to focus, with the image of my cum leaking out of your little cunt constantly flashing through my head.โ€ย 
You felt your cheeks flush, but more pertinently, you felt arousal pool between your legs. You bit your lip for a moment, before you released it. โ€œMaybe thatโ€™s something you need to see again.โ€ย 
A beautiful, sexy smirk took over Billyโ€™s lips. โ€œOh? You think thatโ€™ll help?โ€ย 
โ€œMaybe. Or maybe you need your cock in my mouth?โ€ You trailed a hand up his leg and over his groin, which was starting to grow hard.ย 
He grunted at your touch. โ€œMaybe I need both.โ€ย 
โ€œMaybe youโ€™ll get both, if you ask nicely.โ€ You batted your eyelashes.ย ย 
Billyโ€™s tongue darted out to wet his lips. โ€œI ainโ€™t nice, though.โ€ย 
โ€œYes, you are.โ€ You disagreed. You continued rubbing your hand along the outline of his cock over his trousers. โ€œYou bought me those shoes I really wanted last week, even though they were full price.โ€ย 
โ€œThey werenโ€™t that expensive.โ€ He grunted.ย 
โ€œThey were two grand.โ€ You scoffed.ย 
โ€œPennies.โ€ Billy quipped.ย 
โ€œYou wanted to take care of me this morning. Almost made you late for work.โ€ You said, still trying to tell him that he was nice.ย 
โ€œWell, had to do something for the excellent pussy I got.โ€ He drawled.ย 
You rolled your eyes.ย ย 
โ€œWell, youโ€™re quite nice to me. Youโ€™ll never change my mind.โ€ You said. Despite your many attempts to refuse him, Billy had been very generous to you. All the money heโ€™d given so far had been used โ€“ in addition for pleasurable items like a new phone, or non-necessities like those designer shoes โ€“ for student loans, medical bills, and even your rent before youโ€™d moved in with him.ย 
You unbuttoned his pants and did your best to free his cock, but he ended up lifting his hips so he could pull his trousers and underwear down his legs instead. You pumped him a few times in your hand as you gathered some saliva in your mouth, before you let it dribble out onto his cock.ย 
โ€œFuck,โ€ Billy said.ย ย 
You then lowered your head and took him in your mouth, moving your head down until your nose touched his skin. You let his cock tickle the back of your throat for a few seconds before you pulled back and started sucking on the tip. You teased the slit with your tongue and stroked him with your hand before you started bobbing your head.ย 
Billy groaned. โ€œNow Iโ€™m remembering why Iโ€™m so nice to you.โ€ย ย 
The corners of your lips turned up, but you couldnโ€™t give him the smirk you wanted to with his cock in your mouth. Billy always seemed to enjoy getting head from you, and with the way he treated and pleased you after, you didnโ€™t mind giving it.ย 
It was difficult to take all his length in your mouth though, so you stuck to using your hand near the base to stroke and squeeze what you couldnโ€™t fit past your lips. Every now and then you would stop to suckle and lick at the swollen head, tasting the precum that was starting to spill.ย ย 
Billyโ€™s fingers wove into your hair, and you started to take him back in your mouth. You knew that he liked it when you struggled to take him all.ย 
โ€œLemme feel that little throat choke on my dick.โ€ He said, voice thick with arousal.ย 
You fought your eyes from rolling back in your head as you felt yourself soak through your panties. You focused on breathing steadily through your nose, as Billy slowly thrusted his hips to fuck your mouth. Your fingers dug into the cushions of the couch, your pussy ached, but you let Billy use you. You wanted him to use you.ย 
You were finding it harder to breathe and were getting a little overwhelmed trying to continually disengage your gag reflex, and tears had started spilling down your cheeks. When Billy noticed, he trapped his bottom lip between his teeth.ย 
โ€œFuck!โ€ Despite his roar, his rhythm slowed until he eventually pulled your mouth off him.ย ย 
Your used jaw hung open for a little bit, and some drool slid off your tongue and onto your lap before you could close your mouth.ย 
Billy delicately cupped your face and wiped away your tears. โ€œAre you okay?โ€ His voice was dripping with fake sympathy, but you loved it.ย 
You tried to speak, but you could only nod. โ€œPoor thing. Your brainโ€™s probably leaking out of your little cunt, just like your mouth. Canโ€™t even talk.โ€ย 
You whimpered. You were so wet. Your panties were absolutely drenched.ย 
โ€œFuck, baby. Get up here, lemme fuck that wet little cunt.โ€ย 
Your legs were stiff from kneeling, but you sat down on the couch and pulled your dress off. Billy kissed you immediately, hands expertly ridding you of your bra and tossing it behind him, so he could twist your nipples with his fingers. One hand went up to wrap gently around the front of your throat and he pushed you so that you would lay back.ย 
He moved his kisses down your throat to your tits, giving both of your nipples a wet suck, before he kissed down your stomach.ย 
He looked up at you, his eyes menacingly dark with arousal. โ€œI can smell you, baby, and I havenโ€™t even taken off your panties.โ€ย 
โ€œSo wet. Just for you, Billy.โ€ You whined.ย 
โ€œLet me see.โ€ He said. โ€œTake โ€˜em off.โ€ย 
You lifted your hips and pushed your panties down and pulled them off your feet. You dropped your panties to the floor, a little embarrassed at how youโ€™d soaked through them when all youโ€™d done was suck his cock.ย 
Billy took one look at your glistening center before he slammed his cock inside you. He didnโ€™t even bother to get undressed, but you felt the heat of his skin through his clothes.ย 
You gasped hard at the intrusion. Usually, he warmed you up with his fingers, so now it felt like he was splitting you open. โ€œFuck, Billy... โ€˜s too big.โ€ You practically sobbed. You realized you were still a little sore from this morning.ย 
He gave one thrust, but then settled deep inside you and remained still. โ€œWhatโ€™s that?โ€ He kissed your lips once, then your cheek, then began sucking on your neck.ย 
โ€œYouโ€™re too big!โ€ You whimpered. Your hands clutched at his suit desperately in an attempt to ground yourself.ย 
He chuckled into your neck. โ€œYouโ€™re a big girl, you can take it. Canโ€™t you?โ€ย 
You whined as he pulled back and pressed in again. He was everywhere, it was too much, yet you wanted more.ย 
He looked up at you and saw the single tear slipping past the corner of your eye. โ€œOh, darling. If youโ€™re gonna cry, I can just stop. Donโ€™t want to hurt the little baby with my big cock.โ€ He kissed the trail left by your tear.ย 
He started drawing back, but you cried out, โ€œNo!โ€ย 
He held still, looking down at you with a smug smirk he was trying poorly to hide. โ€œNo? But I donโ€™t wanna hurt your little pussy.โ€ย 
โ€œPlease, donโ€™t stop. I can take it. You made me so wet, Billy. I can take you, I promise.โ€ย 
โ€œAre you sure?โ€ He asked, cupping your cheek sweetly.ย 
You nodded vigorously. โ€œPromise, I promise.โ€ย 
Billy tapped your lips with two fingers, and you opened your mouth immediately. You sucked on his fingers, lathering them with your tongue before Billy pulled them out. He used them to press against your clit, and your hips arched up into him and your cunt clenched around him.ย 
Billy grunted. โ€œSuch a tight little pussy. And itโ€™s all mine.โ€ย 
You nodded in agreement. โ€œAll yours.โ€ You sighed, enjoying the way he was stroking your clit.ย ย 
He started thrusted again slowly, but only for a few beats before he started fucking you earnestly. His hand abandoned your clit, so he could push one of your legs up against your chest and grip the arm of the couch in his other hand to allow him to rail you into oblivion.ย ย 
Little sighs and moans were leaving your mouth unconsciously. You wondered if they could be heard over the sound of Billyโ€™s skin slapping against yours. You were certain that they could, when you gave a particularly high-pitched whine as the tip of his cock hit that precious spot inside you.ย 
Billy grunted. โ€œSing for me, baby. Let me take care of you. Like I always will.โ€ย 
His words were what drove you to your orgasm, even more than the feeling of his thick cock dragging against your walls. Your body did indeed sing for Billy as you came.ย 
Your vision kind of blacked out, and you could just barely hear Billyโ€™s strained chuckle as he continued fucking you. โ€œSo gorgeous when you cum all over my cock like that. Your little cunt is fluttering all around me, baby. Feels so fucking good.โ€ย 
You whined, getting a little overstimulated by his continuous thrusts. โ€œBilly.โ€ย ย 
โ€œYeah?โ€ย 
โ€œMm, Billy.โ€ You couldnโ€™t say anything else.ย 
Your vision came back into focus and there was a smirk on his lips. โ€œI see your brain is still leaking out of your cunt.โ€ย 
You opened your mouth to try to speak, but his hand when back to your clit and you gasped at the contact.ย 
โ€œCum for me again, baby, then Iโ€™ll fill up your little cunt.โ€ย 
Your back was arching from the attention to your clit and the building of your second orgasm. Your bare nipples brushed against the smooth fabric of his suit jacket and the peaks tightened even more at the friction. Everything was too much.ย 
โ€œOh, donโ€™t know if I can.โ€ You mumbled.ย 
Billy kissed your lips and slid his tongue into your mouth to tease yours for a moment. When he pulled away, he pressed his forehead against yours. โ€œYou can, baby, I know you can. Youโ€™re so good for me, arenโ€™t you?โ€ย 
You nodded, almost reluctantly. You didnโ€™t want to do anything but please him.ย 
โ€œYes, you are.โ€ He said proudly. With that, he started rubbing your clit rapidly and he didnโ€™t stop until your walls were convulsing once again.ย 
โ€œOh, Billy, โ€˜m cumming.โ€ You cried, fingers digging into his back.ย 
โ€œFuck, yeah, baby.โ€ His rhythm stuttered a little bit before he gave some hard thrusts and came inside you. His hair was out of place and fell in front of his eyes, which were squeezed shut in his bliss. Heโ€™d never been more beautiful.ย 
You wrapped your arms tighter around him, so that he would settle against you. You needed his weight to ground you because you felt like you were going to float into space. Billy planted a few soft kisses on your cheek, jaw and behind your ear.ย 
He pulled away then, and you groaned when his cock slipped out of you. You watched him watch his cum drip out of you. His dark eyes sparkled.ย 
โ€œGoddamn.โ€ He said, his voice deeper than ever.ย 
You bent both your knees and brought them close to your chest, opening yourself up for him. You ran your fingers gently through your folds and swiped at your entrance. You brought your fingers to your mouth, glistening with the combination of your cum and his, and sucked them between your lips. You moaned, mostly for show.ย 
โ€œPenny for your thoughts?โ€ You teased.ย 
Billy smirked. โ€œYouโ€™re something else.โ€ย 
You released your fingers, smiling up at him sweetly. โ€œThink that will help you be less distracted tomorrow?โ€ย 
He chuckled. โ€œDefinitely not.โ€ He tucked himself back in his trousers.ย 
You grinned.ย 
โ€œCome on, darling. Letโ€™s take a bath.โ€ย 
โ€œCanโ€™t walk.โ€ You said simply, not even trying to move.ย 
He shook his head, still grinning, but took you up his arms anyway.ย 
You smacked a kiss on his cheek. โ€œLove you, Billy.โ€ย 
โ€œLove you, too, baby.โ€ย 
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Author's note: I hope you enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it ๐Ÿ˜Œ
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fluffyprettykitty ยท 5 months
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Billy Russo's NSFW alphabet
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Pairing: Billy Russo x female reader (no other specifications!)
Word Count: 2000 words
Warnings: oral sex, multiple sex positions, sex toys, gun kink, choking, temperature play, cum play, sub/dom roles, praise kink, phone sex, if I missed anything major please let me know!
Authorโ€™s Note: what won the poll yay! template can be found here! Dedicating to my fellow billy hoe @that-sarcastic-writer, ily, here's some porn <3
PS: dividers & banners by @/saradika
Main Masterlist ใƒปโฅใƒปBilly Russo Masterlist
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A = Aftercareย (what theyโ€™re like after sex)
Billy is big into aftercare after sex, he likes taking care of their partner, soothing their skin, applying lotion, helping them shower, and cleaning them up thoroughly, he is into taking care of his own so he wants the same treatment for his partner.
B = Body partย (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partnerโ€™s)
Billy's favorite body part of his is of course his cock, he is the type of guy who has given a nickname to it and always refers to his cock as a second person rather than a body part. Now as for his partner Billy is into necks, he loves kissing and caressing and watching you squirm just from the most innocent touch.
C = Cumย (anything to do with cum, basically)
Billy truly does love cumming, he says that it's a work of an art. and god's gift to mankind to cum on your body, he does prefer cumming on you rather than inside you cause he loves watching it spread but he's never opposed to a creampie either.
D = Dirty secretย (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
Billy would never directly tell you because he loves not losing control but he loves it when you take care of him, like praising him, telling how good he's doing, it just makes him go harder and rougher on you hearing your sweet praises. His pride though won't let him admit it because he also loves playing into the sensual dominant role as well.
E = Experienceย (how experienced are they? do they know what theyโ€™re doing?)
Billy is one of the most experienced men in the world. He has been into women since he was a teen and knew how to chase them and make them his therefore there have been many one night stands in his life, some longer than one night and some multiple times a year. In short Billy has never met a woman he couldn't flirt with.
F = Favorite positionย (this goes without saying)
Billy loves it when you top him. He loves sitting back on the couch or the bed and watching you work your body on him. He will guide your hips or hold your back or your breasts helping you leverage your movements better. He is truly into the visuals and if he could he'd had you like this several times a day.
G = Goofyย (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
Billy is more serious than most, he loves praising you or guiding you and in a moment he might tell a joke to relax you a little but for the most part he sticks to the main part.
H = Hairย (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
Billy is very much into himself therefore he takes really good care of his body with several trips to beauticians and what not so he is very well groomed and most clean.
I = Intimacyย (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
He can get very intimate as in he loves being a romantic a heart and he loves that primal position of taking care of a woman. He loves caressing you and soothing your skin and kissing you again and again making you feel loved in the moment and watching you look at him with eyes full of love. He will whisper several i love yous in the right moment when he feels the need to.
J = Jack offย (masturbation headcanon)
Billy mostly likes jacking off to your pictures or videos you took together when he's away on his business trips. He loves setting up his screen to watch your pretty body or calling you to hear your sexy voice and he grunts and strokes his cock when you tell him to. He is very into masturbating together over the phone.
K = Kinkย (one or more of their kinks)
He is a very kinky man. There isn't any sexual position he hasn't yet tried but one of his favourites is lingerie. He loves buying you the goods himself and watching you model for him, or keeping one of your panties in his pocket.
Billy is also very very into choking you but also loves it when you choke him as well. He gets extremely aroused when you wrap your hands around his neck and squeeze and if it wasn't for his extraordinary military discipline he'd cum right there and then.
Another kink of his is temperature play, whether wax or ice or anything else he loves that slow sensual build it gives you, and loves taking his time fucking you and building up the suspense towards the main act.
L = Locationย (favorite places to do the do)
Billy is the type of person who could have you anywhere and on any surface available but he's absolutely favorite is shoved up in a corner a little bit away from preying eyes because he honestly couldn't wait to get you home to fuck you. Second favourite is the car for the same reason. Then comes the bedroom only for that nice long morning fucks.
M = Motivationย (what turns them on, gets them going)
What doesn't turn him on. Billy is a very horny man by design, because he's incredibly passionate and genuinely extremely active in all senses he rarely rests. Being in the same room with you is what drives him crazy the most, he can't spend too much time together without wanting to fuck you or thinking of how to shove you in the nearest corner. If anything you've always wondered how he can live with constantly having an almost hard-on.
N = Noย (something they wouldnโ€™t do, turn offs)
Billy would never do something you didn't want to do. He is very big on boundaries and discussing kinks and what not with each other.
O = Oralย (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
Billy does love giving more than receiving only cause he is such an expert with his tongue and he knows how much you also love it. Billy loves taking his time and turning into an all night activity with his shirt off cause he will get sweaty, his fingers working inside you or on your thighs and his tongue close to your cunt teasing you and working you. He also loves eating you out from the back whenever he watches you lean a little too much on the counter and he can barely help himself. Billy also likes when you ride his face whenever work stresses you a little too much.
Now as for him, he is never opposed to one although his favorite is when you want to do it while he's driving. Something about your mouth on him, your ass up with his spare hand slapping you or fingering you gives him such an insane power trip that keeps him going. Although he never would say no to a messy blowjob when he's working hard on a case.
P = Paceย (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
Billy can truly be anything you need him to be. Fast or slow, he loves to build it all to keep the momentum and give you the maximum pleasure. Billy switches it up several times, going from slow to rough back to slowly kissing right before hitting the edge and back at it again. At stressful days at work he works your body like a boxing cage and on other days he works your body like a violin. It all depends on the circumstances.
Q = Quickieย (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
He is not opposed to a quickie although he does prefer it longer. He usually goes that route during dinner parties or outings with other people. He is incapable of keeping his hands to himself even if you had fucked a minute before arriving everywhere so his option to not let other people get too suspicious is a quickie. A quick fill as he loves to call it.
R = Riskย (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
Billy loves experimenting, trying new things, new positions, several role play parts, trying out new toys or new ways. He is a very risky man in all aspects of his life so he makes sure his bedroom activities are also extremely adventurous.
S = Staminaย (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
Billy's stamina is incredible, he is the very definition of an insatiable man and therefore it's hard for him to stop. He could last a whole day teasing your denying you his cock when he feels like to but if you keep on teasing him yourself he would try his very best to please you. He always make sure you cum first regardless, but mostly he gives it all in the end.
T = Toysย (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
Billy didn't had toys on his own before he met you but after he managed to build quite a collection. All of different speeds and volumes and what not, all to be used on you, when you get him his first cocksucker he almost whines about it but he does secretly use it when he's away. Now as for the cock ring he keeps it on until you tell him to take it off and he listens like the good boy he is!
U = Unfairย (how much they like to tease)
Billy loves to tease but his endgame is always to fuck so his teasing doesn't take too long to stop. He just loves watching you squirm in the moment until you beg him.
V = Volumeย (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
Billy can ber very loud for a man, he moans and grunts and talks a lot during the act. He moans when he eats you, he grunts when he fucks you and he groans when he gets inside you. It's hard for other people not to hear you when you go at it.
W = Wild cardย (a random headcanon for the character)
Billy does love his toys. But what he loves the most is his guns. He is not one to hesitate to use it during the act once he knows he can trust you and you are about as crazy as he is. He loves taking the cool metal side up your things and teasing your entrance till he slips int inside and in the same vain he likes it when he keeps it against your neck fucking you from behind. He might like it a little bit more when he also makes you cum on it and then has you lick it clean but that's for you to find out.
X = X-rayย (letโ€™s see whatโ€™s going on under those clothes)
Billy has a perfect adonis-like body, his military training has given him the discipline and the motivation to always keep at it so this with the combination of how well-groomed he is gives him the perfect body. Now as for his cock, he is a bit lengthy cause of his tall build and girthy enough to make you remember him forever.
Y = Yearningย (how high is their sex drive?)
Billy has an incredible sex drive because he is a constantly horny man. Even worse than a teenage boy. He is always ready for it anywhere and in any place.
Z = Zzzย (how quickly they fall asleep afterward)
Billy does sleep quickly afterward especially after having taken a shower with you and wrapping you tenderly inside his arms. He sleeps with his chin on your shoulder and drifts when your breaths match up.
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Desperation
Summary: you and your boyfriend move to the city. Little do you know, your ex had plans of his own.
Ex!Reader x Billy Russo
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Warnings: 18+ ONLY. DON'T BE SHOCKED THAT BILLY RUSSO IS A MANIPULATIVE STALKER. smut, swearing, alcohol, pet names, manipulation, stalking, lying, fluff, reconciliation, exs to lovers, cheating. Dead Dove Do Not Eat.
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"Billy?" You think as you walk down the aisle of the grocery store towards the tall man in a dark suit, his hair almost the same as his had been the last time you saw him, "can't be him." You try to reason, he's probably still overseas and you haven't seen him, sinceโ€ฆ well, since he walked away from you all those years ago. You're just about to turn, having talked yourself out of it when the man turns and sees you.
"Hi,โ€ he rakes his hand through his hair, ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝis that really you?" he squints, his head tilting to the side in curiosity.
"Billy," you smile, trying not to melt at how happy he seems to see you, โ€œHi.โ€ you give him a small wave.
"How've you been?" He asks, stepping towards you, "I didn't know you lived in this neighbourhood." Billy lies. He knows you and your little boyfriend just moved into the apartment building next to his.
He wasnโ€™t surprised that it only took a week to memorise your new routine. You always moved like clockwork, just like you did when he knew you all those years ago. It was only when he spotted you last night staring out into the city lights that he decided that it needed to be today. You have been living on takeout for a week and you always did hate that. Youโ€™ll need a home cooked meal after a week of moving and unpacking. It's perfect. A perfect place for a chance meeting of old flames.ย 
"I've been okay," your eyes glance over him. He looks good, better than good. His suit is so perfectly tailored and shit, is that armani? Billy's shiny dark hair is combed back in a way that looks effortless but you know he would have taken years to perfect. Youโ€™re so focused on ogling him that you forget to say anything for a second, "We just moved here."
"Good choice,โ€ he says, like he isnโ€™t just itching to reach out and touch you, โ€œit's a nice neighbourhood." He pauses, taking a step toward you, "we?" He asks, trying to feign ignorance like he hasn't kept tabs on you since he got back. Like he doesnโ€™t know about Ash the guitarist or Leo the bar owner or Bobbie the artist. All of them, useless, appalling mimics, comparisons, terrible shadows of Billy and none of them as useless as James the entrepreneur who always claimed he was one shot from making it big.
"Yeah, Jim said thereโ€™s opportunity in the city. So we decided it would be easier to move," you shift, why is he looking at you like that? โ€œBe where the action is and all that.โ€
"Jim, huh. Sounds nice." He takes a step back, hoping that you're going to follow his movement like you always used to. Youโ€™re looking at him almost like you used to, except now your eyes are darting to the left, seeing if anyone sees you, if you can run maybe?
"He is." You step forward, "he's a really good guy." He is, heโ€™s nice, reliable, he loves you and he isnโ€™t going to fuck off to a war the moment things start to get real.ย 
"I'm happy for you." His hand reaches out wanting so badly to touch you after so long. But instead of holding your cheek like he wants to, it lands on your shoulder. Billy smiles so sincerely at you, and says the one thing heโ€™s always known to be true, "all I ever wanted was for you to be happy."
"Hmm. Yeah " you step back from his hand, his intense gaze getting a little too much for you. Your stomach and heart swirling from the way those pretty brown eyes stare into your soul, "well it was nice seeing you. I better run."
"Wait," he calls as you turn to leave, catching your wrist in his hand, โ€œbefore you go. I'd really like to catch up for coffee sometime."
"I don't know Billy."
"Please, it'll be fun. Canโ€™t we just- Itโ€™s just coffee. Itโ€™s been what? 5 years?โ€ 7 years, 6 months, 1 week and 3 days. โ€œIโ€™d love to hear what youโ€™ve been up to.โ€
"One coffee." You give in so easily like you always have, scribbling your number down on one of Jimmy's business cards and handing it to Billy, "in case you deleted my number."
"I didn't."
"Just let me know when you're free."
XXx
"Hey,โ€ Billy smiles as you answer on the fourth ring, โ€œjust wanted to see if you were free tomorrow?" Billy says as you answer the call and when you stay silent he keeps talking, "if you're not, thatโ€™s cool. We can catch up another time."
"I ah-"
"What's wrong?" He says, instantly recognising your tone. The tone that says youโ€™re angry, but you donโ€™t want to show it. Billy knows you're with him, he saw James. He watched the both of you go up the evaluator ten minutes ago.ย 
"Now isnโ€™t a good time." you stutter out, hanging up the call.ย 
Billy picks up his glass, swirling it as he leans onto the large window of his apartment. He spots you in a second. Your hand on your hip while James turns away from you. Billy sips at his whiskey as you pace your apartment. James follows you, his arms flying around wildly. You spin on your heel, as Billy clicks open his phone, easily selecting your number and calling again under the guise of concern.
He knows the moment your phone starts ringing and you flip it over on the counter. James looks like he's yelling now. When the call rings out, Billy flicks open a message as you sit down in what looks like a huff.
Hi, you seemed upset. Hope everything is ok.
James is still swanning about, flapping his arms about as you sit on the sofa. Billy smiles, it took a lot of work to get you an apartment directly opposite his. It was worth every penny to get to see you argue with the man you up tried to replace him with. Like you could ever replace him, he sure as shit had a hard time trying to replace you.
Billy smirks as the theatrics of the rest of the argument unfolds, the scotch in his hand empty as your boyfriend starts to throw clothes into a bag. You follow him, trying desperately to get Jamesโ€™ attention. He should have put mics in your apartment, so he could listen to this man tell you how insecure he is, how he knows heโ€™ll never compare to the love you shared, tell you he knows how much better youโ€™d be without him and how it eats away at him.ย 
Youโ€™re crying, Billy hates it, but it needs to be done. He pours another drink as the idiot finally leaves with his bag. Billy waits. Waiting for the call that he knows is coming. Who else could you call? You donโ€™t know anyone else in the city, there's only one person in this city of millions who knows you well enough to make you feel safe. So, he waits. Waits for the call that he knows is coming.
It only takes 2 hours. Heโ€™s been watching you, you cried into the couch for 30 minutes before grabbing a bottle of wine and slipping into the bedroom. He resists the urge to go to you, to wrap his arms around you and dry those pretty tears. An hour later you reappear with a tub of ice-cream and lay down on the couch. Heโ€™s on his third glass of whiskey, when his phone starts to vibrate. He waits a moment, setting his glass down before reclining and reading the text.
Kitten: Billy, are you free now?ย 
Billy: I am. Is everything alright? You seemed upset
Kitten: Fine, just have some time to kill.
Billy: Do you know Cool Beans? Itโ€™s on the corner of-
Kitten: yeah, The red brick place? I know it. Can we meet in 30?
Billy: Iโ€™ll see you there.ย 
Billy arrives a few seconds after you, following you down the street will do that. He watched you, your shoulders hunched over, your pace quicker than he thought it would be. You must be desperate to see him. Good.ย 
He enters the cafe, immediately spotting you sitting at a table near the back wall. You look so beautiful in those yoga pants, your pretty hair tied up in a bun. He only sees that your face is still fresh from where you tried to wash the tears away, when you lift it from your hands.
"Didn't mean to be late,โ€ Billy lies as he approaches your table, "got caught up with a work thing.โ€ his face changes to concern as he gets closer and he can see the red in your eyes. โ€œAre you okay? You look like youโ€™ve been crying?โ€
"Yeah,โ€ you rub your eyes and smile up at him, โ€œI only just got here."
Billy spends the next hour asking you a million questions, like he doesnโ€™t already know. Sure, he doesnโ€™t need you to tell him, but he loves to hear you talk and the way you tell your story. He loves how talking distracts you and you start to smile.ย 
Youโ€™re on your second cup of coffee and your third piece of cake when you let out a sigh. Small tears run down your cheek as Billy reaches out to hold your hand. โ€œYou can tell me, maybe I can help?โ€ he tries to comfort you, without reaching too far too fast.
Resting your head in your hand you look up at him. Whispering about how your boyfriend decided to go on a fishing trip with his friends suddenly. How you thought youโ€™d be spending the weekend together and now youโ€™ve been left in a city you donโ€™t know by yourself. You leave out some of the hurtful things James said to you, brushing them aside as you squeeze on Billy's hand. You really want to talk to him, to sort this out, but heโ€™s screening your calls and all because you had a call from an old friend. You confess all this to him and he just stares at you, his eyes sympathetic and you feel like youโ€™ve crossed a line. โ€œSorry, you just wanted a coffee and Iโ€™ve dropped all this on you.โ€ you start to pull your hand away, but Billy gives you a tight squeeze.
"Why don't you come hang out with me? I donโ€™t live far from here."
"I don't know. Iโ€™m sure Iโ€™ve already ruined your day.โ€
โ€œDonโ€™t be silly. It'll be fun. We can watch legally blonde and eat junk food.โ€
โ€œYou promise?โ€ you wipe the tears from your cheek, โ€œI feel like I just lumped all my problems on you and now youโ€™re just trying to make me feel better.โ€
โ€œI am. I just thought you might wanna see a friendly face,โ€ he pauses, standing up and grabbing your coat, โ€œmaybe not be alone.โ€
โ€œI really donโ€™t want to be a burden.โ€
โ€œYou could never burden me.โ€ Billy helps you slip on your coat, and when you duck away from him he steps in front of you, โ€œI mean it. Never.โ€
โ€œThanks,โ€ you give him such a tiny smile.
โ€œIโ€™m just down the street.โ€
โ€œAlright, lead the way.โ€ you agree, thoughts of sitting alone in your apartment looking over everything. Replaying the fight over and over again/ Wondering where James could actually be, is he going to come back? This is exactly what you need, a distraction and if the distraction happens to be a tall, handsome, expensive suit wearing old friend, who are you to complain? Maybe today is just the luckiest unlucky day ever.
You walk together, your shoulders brushing as you make your way down the busy street. Billy walks you in a circle, around several unnecessary buildings hoping that you don't notice that his apartment building is opposite yours. But as you approach the glass towers you point out your new place on the other side of the road.ย 
โ€œWeird, what are the chances,โ€ you ponder, thinking it must be fate that Billy lives just across the way from you. Maybe moving to the city was the universe's way of telling you things are looking up. Billyโ€™s changed so much since the last time you saw him on that cold winter night. Heโ€™s grown, seems more mature, more at ease in his own skin. But the way he looks at you, the feelings that swim still inside your heart, maybe this wasnโ€™t a good idea. You glance over at him and heโ€™s still smiling at you, in that soft, warm way that calls to you.
โ€œYeah, that is weird. Small worlds huh?โ€
โ€œMm, must be.โ€ You shrug, following him up to the elevator.
When you make it to his apartment Billy tries not to be smug about how much bigger it is than yours. About how his huge windows have a clear view of the city and how you're already taking off your coat and making yourself at home.
โ€œDo you want a drink?โ€
โ€œYeah that'd be nice. Do you gave any-โ€
โ€œProsecco? I think I have a bottle here somewhere,โ€ He opens the fridge with 3 bottles in it, ready and waiting for you.
โ€œThanks,โ€ taking the glass he offers you. You relax into the large sofa, resting your drink on your knee.ย 
โ€œSo you had a fight and he left huh?โ€ Billy asks, sitting down next to you. A drink in his hand as his arm spreads out behind you on the couch, โ€œSeems a bit extreme.โ€ย 
โ€œBasically. I can't believe he'd be so jealous.โ€ You huff, taking a sip of your wine, โ€œwe haven't seen each other in years. And he just- I donโ€™t get it. That he could think-โ€ you roll your eyes, trying not to see the way Billy is looking at you.
โ€œI wouldn't have called if I knew it was going to be a problem for you.โ€ he gives your shoulder a squeeze, โ€œYou shouldโ€™ve just said.โ€ like he wouldโ€™ve listened, like he wouldnโ€™t have tried again and again.
โ€œI know, he's just being irrational. Hopefully he'll come around.โ€ you shuffle, adjusting yourself on the couch and resting your head on Billy's shoulder. It feels nice, safe. Like for the first time in hours you can breathe again.
โ€œHe's an idiot if he doesn't,โ€ he moves to wipe away a tear that's falling down your cheek, โ€œhe'd be an idiot to lose you.โ€
โ€œWhat does that make you?โ€ you ask, peering up at him, forgetting just how close your faces are with your head resting on his shoulder.
โ€œBiggest idiot ever,โ€ his sincerity beaming into you, โ€œor luckiest man alive, to run into you in that store. Take your pick.โ€
โ€œBilly.โ€
โ€œKitten.โ€
โ€œHavenโ€™t heard that in a very long time,โ€ the mention of your old nickname sends a shiver down your spine and the blood pumping into your veins like it always did when he called you that.
โ€œHaven't said it in a long time either.โ€ his hand brushes along your cheek, โ€œI missed you, Kitten.โ€
โ€œBilly.โ€
โ€œDo you want to watch the movie?โ€ he asks, so softly his fingers gently stroking over your cheekbones, โ€œI can move, if it makes you more comfortable.โ€ he doesnโ€™t want to, doesn't want to ever let you go now that heโ€™s finally got his hands on you. "Or you can yell and scream at me," he suggests, "like old times. โ€œTake some of that anger out on me." He hopes you take the bait, desperately wants you too. But this is important, you need to choose this. Even if he had made getting you to this choice possible.ย 
โ€œIs that what you want?" you ask, pulling your head back.
"What I want? I told you already, all I want is for you to be happy."
"Oh." You stand, hands on your hips, "how could that possibly be true?" You turn from him as you start to walk away, "I know that's a lie."
"It's not a lie, Kitten."
"It fucking is." You spin, your eyes glaring daggers into him. Fuck, you're beautiful, "you want me to be happy?" You stomp, "I was happy. Once. A long time ago." You shout, stamping towards him with your finger pointed at him. So pretty when you're angry. "You were the person who took that away from me."
"I miss you."
"You miss me?" You slap at his chest, "it's your fault you don't have me!"
"I need you."
"The only thing you ever needed in your life was violence. You never needed me!" You feel the fury in your hands start to shake as Billy lets you slap at him.
"I always needed you," he stops your hands holding them close to his heart, "I needed you so badly it scared the shit outa me."
"So you ran." You pull your hands free, glaring up at him with such defiance in those pretty eyes.
"I did." He reaches out for you, but you step back, "not my finest moment. Probably the stupidest thing I ever did."
"So what now, Billy? Weโ€™re just meant to be friends?" You throw your hands up in the air, "pretend like whatever we had is gone?"
"Don't look at me like that."
"Like what William?"
"Don't."
"What William? Tell me I'm wrong."
"I think weโ€™re getting too heated. We just need to take a breath." He hopes you take the bait, that you see his lie for what it is. So he turns away, " you don't mean that."
"This conversation is not over, William." He can hear you stomping towards him, "don't you fucking turn away from me again." You shout grabbing him by wrist and slapping in his face when he turns back to you.
"You feel better now?"
"No. You asshole. I don't feel better!" You attempt to slap him again, but he catches your hand in his.
"Stop."
"Fuck you."
"Yeah, fuck me. I'm an asshole." He stares down at you, watching your eyes as he releases your hand. "What are you going to do about it?" His eyes trace over your tongue as it slips over your lips.
"William." Your hand wraps onto his collar pulling his lips to yours and you melt into his kiss. Shit, did he always taste this sweet? Yeah, he did. But with the tang over whiskey on his tongue you may become addicted. His hands slip into your hair, holding your face so close as you cling to him. His heart soars as your body presses into him, his hands unable to control the way they roam over your body.
You canโ€™t stop kissing, neither of you saying anything as you rush to undress each other as he guides you both towards his bedroom.
You fall back onto the bed together, both panting from the lack of air. "Are you sure about this Kitten?" He asks you, he needs to know. He craves it, the knowledge that you want him just as badly as he wants you.
"Is It wrong to want this?" You ask, your hand already travelling down his torso towards his cock, "that I missed it?"
"You miss me too or just my dick?"
"I missed all of you."
"Are you worried he will find out?โ€
โ€œI hadnโ€™t even-โ€ he cuts off your train of thought.
โ€œWe keep this between us." He slows down the pace of your hand, gently pressing kisses into your neck, "I won't tell a soul, just tell me you want me."
"I want you." That's all he needs to hear as he grabs your legs wrapping around your waist as he leans down over you.
โ€œTell me again.โ€
โ€œI want you, Billy.โ€
"Fuck, youโ€™re so wet already."
"I am"
"For me?"
"Yes, Billy."
"Good girl, now open up for me." He says as his cock prodding at your pussy, itching to get inside. He swipes it up and down, gathering your wetness on his cock, "let me in, kitten." He moans as he reaches the end of you.
He kisses you fiercely, the feeling of coming home overwhelms him as he thrusts into you. His hands gripping tight at your hips, his chest weighing down on your as your fingers roam over his back.ย 
"I missed you," he breaks the kiss, his nose bumping yours as he stares down in your eyes, "did you miss this?"
"Missed you, so much." You moan in reply, your nails digging into his back. You need him closer, need his hands all over you and his marks on your pretty skin and his name on your lips.
"You're so fucking beautiful."
"Billy, you-" you pant his cock grinds into you, brushing against your g spot.
"That's it. Clamp down on me, Kitten." His hands slip up from your thighs, grabbing a better hold at your waist so he can pound his cock into you, "Shit, you feel too good. I need to- slow."
But you're so close, you can't slow down. You grind your hips into him, feeling the head of his cock flexing inside you and making your legs start to twitch, "you're getting close"
"Please don't stop, Billy."
"I won't."ย  He moves you, grabbing hold of your waists and pulling you up onto his lap. "I got you." His strong arms lift you, fucking you onto his cock, your head barely hanging on as your clit starts to brush against his lean torso.ย 
Your arms wrap around his shoulders, your fingers in his hair, pulling his head back from your tits and making him look up at you, "I missed you."
"I love you." He admits as his fingers bite into your side, "I love you." You free his hair and his face slides into your tits, exhaling into the soft flesh, biting and pinching with his mouth.
"You-" you try to breathe, "you can't mark me Billy."
"Say that you love me." He moves to the other breast swirling your nip in his mouth, his eyes not leaving yours.
"You can't- he'll"
"Mean it."
You grab at his hair again, pulling him off you as your hand connects with his face, "I love you."
"Do it again."
"I love you." You slap him again, this time following it up with a kiss as his hands slip up your back and cradles you close to him.ย 
"My Kitten." He sinks you back into the mattress, his whole body towering over you as he moves faster and more desperately. "Fucking perfect Kitten." His cock is so deep inside you when he starts to grind down into you, "cum for me." He keeps it in, the grinding sends your legs wild as your back arches underneath him, "what a pretty girl," he whispers as his lip brush over yours, "cum Kitten." He grips at your thighs, holding your pussy over his cock when you try to squirm away, "cum for me."
You moan his name, along with a garbled cry that sounds like a chicken let loose as your back arches all the way off the bed, your tits push into his chest and your eyes start to cross.
"Keep cumming Kitten," Billy's cock throbs inside of you and the wave still going, "fuck I'm so close." He pulls out just a little, before plunging back in, "where do you want it?"
"Insi-" you try to say as another wave of pleasure washes over you.
"Kitten," he smiles, as his own pleasure is reaching its peak, "you want to take my cum inside you?"
"Yes."
"You want me to fill you up?".
"Please Billy."
"Good girl." He starts to shake, his eyes open wide as he watches you still riding out your own pleasure, "I love you." He screams as he floods your insides with his cum.ย 
He doesn't stop and within seconds you feel a third wave washing over you and your whole body starts to twitch as your mind goes numb, "I love you." You whisper ,your words hoarse and breathless as you start to gently comb your fingers through his hair.
"Kitten," he whispers into your shoulder as his whole body drops on to you, "you ok?"
"Great, beyond great."
"Not angry anymore?"
"No."ย 
"Good, I'm going to roll us. You ready?" You give him a small nod and Billy rolls you on top of him. His fingers dance along your spine as you rest on his chest. "I'll grab you some water in a minute. I just wanna hold you a bit longer."
"Mm, this is nice." You start to pepper kisses on his chest, "I missed this the most."
"The angry fight sex?" He laughs, brushing your hair from your face when you look up at him.
"No, the cuddles after." You reach up and boop his nose, "you're always so sweet after."
"How could I ever stay mad at you when you take me so well? My pretty Kitten." He holds you tighter, like if he doesn't you're going to drift away again. โ€œAnd then you smile at me like that.โ€
"See, sweet."
"Only for you."
"Hmm," you ponder, still wrapped up in your afterglow, "no one ever loved me the way you do." you whisper the throw away thought.
"They couldn't.โ€ he gives you a tiny kiss on your hand,ย  โ€œNoone else appreciated how spectacular you are."
"I'm not, I-".
"You are the most incredible person I've ever met. And I never knew what you wanted with me or what I did to deserve you, but I know that my life is not right without you in it. In whatever way I can have you."
"Billy what are we going to do about-" he cuts you off with a kiss.
"Don't." He pleads, "not while I'm still inside you. This is all I need," he gives you a squeeze, "to know that you're mine, that you love me too."
"I'm not yours."ย 
"You have always been mine, Kitten."
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Catch Me If You Can
Plot summary : When your friend interviews for a position at Anvil, you have a chance encounter with Billy Russo. He takes you for coffee and, by the time youโ€™re done , Billy decides heโ€™s anything but done with you.
Pairing : Billy Russo x Reader
Story Rating : Rย 
Chapter Rating : this one is pretty PG
Warnings : [This is a fic for 18+ only, minors DNI] Nothing in this chapter is warning worthy, but the story in general is going to turn pretty smutty from chapter 3 onwards and there will be strong language throughout. Iโ€™m not going to list all the different ways things get smutty unless I think itโ€™s something that could be considered triggering. Please check the warnings on each chapter if you choose to follow this story.ย 
Word Count : ~4.5k
A/N : this started life as an original piece that I couldnโ€™t finish, so I decided to make a few little changes and turn it into a fanfic. Itโ€™s been a long time since Iโ€™ve had a tumblr, so sorry if I fuck this up. The story as a whole is going to veer recklessly between cute fluff and some much darker things with themes of obsession, will-they-wonโ€™t-they, and running from past trauma. Both Billy and reader are messy AF.
CHAPTER ONE
You checked your phone for what had to be the hundredth time. A measly two minutes had passed but the August heat made it feel longer. You found yourself thinking about how you were going to kill your roommate for making you chauffeur her around in the height of summer, trying to ignore the way the sticky New York heat made your tank top cling to your body beneath your unzipped hoodie.
Youโ€™d given up on waiting in the car after the first ten minutes - the AC in the old VW was busted, making it even less comfortable than sitting on the hood of the car under the glaring sun. Still, the parking lot was nicer than some of the places youโ€™d found yourself waiting for your roommate over the years. That was the thing with Tammy; everyone around her lived on her schedule, did what she wanted to do. And you were no exception.
Actually, this whole thing was your idea. A friend, albeit in a very loose sense of the word, had told you that ANVIL were hiring office staff, and youโ€™d passed the message along to Tammy whoโ€™d - well, sheโ€™d turned her nose up at it at first, sheโ€™d even laughed at you. But Tammy needed a job and ANVIL had a reputation for paying well.
So, you agreed to drive her to the interview and even agreed to wait.
Every now and then someone would appear - honestly, it looked like a steady stream of models leaving the building, the sorts that Tammy fit well with - but, for the most part, it was just you, mindlessly scrolling Instagram, trying not to think.
Until you saw him.
He came out the door and just stopped. It looked like he was breathing a sigh of relief at being out of there, and you couldnโ€™t help but smirk a little at that. Poor guy.
Despite the weather he was dressed in a suit, dark hair slicked back, tall and slender. You suddenly felt out of place, like you shouldnโ€™t be there, like you shouldnโ€™t keep watching him, but the longer it went without him noticing you, the harder it was to try and tear away your eyes. He answered his phone as you watched, even without being able to hear a word, you knew he wasnโ€™t happy. When he turned you got your first glimpse of his face and -
Fuck.ย 
Your eyes dropped back to your phone, knowing that heโ€™d seen you watching him. Fingers swiped across the screen, jumping from Instagram to emails to Facebook, looking for anything to reply to. Your eyes stayed fixed on the phone even as you heard the shuffle of boots on gravel moving towards you, trying to act like you hadnโ€™t been staring at him even as his shadow fell over you.
โ€œDo you make a habit of hanging out in parking lots or are you here to interview?โ€ His voice didnโ€™t sound quite the way youโ€™d imagined - though you werenโ€™t really sure why youโ€™d been imagining his voice to begin with. There was an edge to it, something that sent a shiver up your spine.
โ€œIโ€™m waiting for someone,โ€ you answered, squinting as you looked up and the light seemed to halo around him.
โ€œFriend?โ€ he asked.
โ€œRoommate,โ€ you answered awkwardly before shaking your head, โ€œbut, yeah, sheโ€™s my friend too.โ€
You werenโ€™t expecting him to laugh at that, for him to smile the sort of smile that probably had women all across the five boroughs ready to drop their panties. (And that was another thought you werenโ€™t sure you should be having.)
He didnโ€™t move, for a few moments he just looked at you as if he was taking measure, and all you could think about was how there was a bead of sweat rolling down your back. You probably looked completely gross while he was standing there in what looked like a professionally tailored suit that probably cost more than you could make in a year, with not a hair out of place despite the oppressive heat.ย 
โ€œDoes she make you wait around for her a lot?โ€ He asked as if it was the strangest thing heโ€™d ever heard, like heโ€™d never allow anyone to put him in your position.
โ€œShe doesnโ€™t drive,โ€ you shrug, โ€œanyway, this is nicer than most of the places she drags me to.โ€
โ€œYeah?โ€ he prompted with little more than a raise of his eyebrow.
โ€œTammyโ€™s an actress - at least, she wants to be. So I end up waiting around while she auditions.โ€
The look he gave you was surprisingly sympathetic. โ€œActresses can be hard work.โ€ You didnโ€™t think to ask how he knew that.
โ€œYeah, Iโ€™m just glad she gets to keep her clothes on for this interview,โ€ the words slipped out and you instantly grimaced but if he noticed that, he didnโ€™t let it show. โ€œNot like - I mean, sheโ€™s not doing porn or anything. Not that thereโ€™s anything wrong with women wanting to -โ€
You could see him fighting back a laugh the more flustered you got.
โ€œI mean, itโ€™s not the nudity thatโ€™s a problem - you should read some of the scripts, theyโ€™re just so bad.โ€ You finally managed. โ€œItโ€™s like โ€˜oh no the serial killer caught me with his knife and now my tits are outโ€™.โ€
Silence fell again and you watched him glance away, daring to hope that he was done with you. Heโ€™d walk away and forget all about you, and youโ€™d spend the rest of the day replaying this moment in your mind, cringing at how ridiculous you are.
โ€œI was going to grab a coffee, your friend is probably going to be another hour or so, so if you want you could always join me?โ€ย 
You quickly started coming up with reasons why you couldnโ€™t, why you shouldnโ€™t. But, it was just coffee, it wasnโ€™t like he was asking you to leave the country with him. And, besides, you werenโ€™t sure you could stand the heat much longer.
โ€œThereโ€™s a place nearby that does amazing iced coffee,โ€ like he was reading your mind. And that sold it.
โ€œYeah, sure, that sounds great,โ€ you decided, sliding off the hood of the car in a less than graceful manner.
Once you were standing you could really appreciate the height difference between the two of you; you almost had to tilt your head to look at him. You pushed the thought away, taking a moment to check that your car was locked up, following after him when he started to leave the way.
As you walked, it dawned on you that you still didnโ€™t know his name, so you clumsily introduced yourself.
โ€œBilly,โ€ he responded with a smile, realising that heโ€™d made the same mistake you had, โ€œcome on, itโ€™s just across the street.โ€
You both fell into silence as you left the parking lot, but it wasnโ€™t long before it got to be too much for you in an awkward, uncomfortable sort of way. It struck you that he didnโ€™t look uncomfortable though, in fact you were already pretty certain that he wasnโ€™t the kind of man to get uncomfortable easily.ย 
โ€œSo, do you work at Anvil?โ€ You asked him, wanting to fill the silence but also wanting to know a little bit more about him. You werenโ€™t sure what he found so funny about the question but the smirk he shot you left you feeling like you were missing something obvious and he found your ignorance amusing. You started to fiddle with your sleeves, gaze dropping from his.
โ€œYeah, I work at Anvil.โ€ And then silence fell again.
When you looked up again you were outside a little coffee shop that was so small and non-descript that youโ€™d completely missed it when you drove by it earlier. He held the door open for you and let you slip inside before following, watching as you breathed a sigh of relief as the cool air from the AC hit. When you moved towards the counter, you realised he was only a step behind, towering over you almost possessively.
The girl behind the counter smiled at him first before bothering to spare you a glance.
โ€œWhat would you like?โ€ He asked. You quickly realised that he was intending to pay and that just unsettled you further.
โ€œI can get mine,โ€ you were quick to tell him. You didnโ€™t need him paying for you and youโ€™d never been the sort to accept drinks from men you didnโ€™t know, not even coffee. So, you ordered your drink, your favourite iced coffee with syrup, before he ordered his, an americano with an extra shot of espresso. But before you could pay, he reached over and tapped his phone on the reader, flashing you what you could only describe as a darkly mischievous smile.
โ€œYou didnโ€™t have to -โ€ you started to tell him.
โ€œI know, but I wanted to,โ€ Billy shrugged, โ€œbesides, I owe you for keeping me company.โ€
The girl behind the counter shot you the sort of look that made you think that she would have been more than happy to keep Billy company herself and that she saw your presence there as an annoyance. You guess that was probably the effect he had on a lot of women.
โ€œHere you go, Billy, just how you like it,โ€ she smiled as put your drinks on the counter, leaning and fluttering her eyelashes at him, completely ignoring you. Billy gave her a muttered thanks and you had to bite your lip to keep from laughing as you reached for your drink.ย 
As you turned, Billy placed a hand on your back, leading you towards a table by the window, far enough from the counter that it felt a little more private. You sat on the edge of your seat, eyes nervously wandering towards the door for a second and, when you looked back, you found him watching you. There was a confidence about him that was getting harder and harder to ignore, he was clearly a man who knew what he wanted and exactly how to get it - so, what did he want from you?
Company? Or maybe you were being used to make the barista jealous? No, that didnโ€™t feel right, heโ€™d barely even looked at her, anything between them was obviously one-sided. Maybe you were there to keep her at bay so he could drink his coffee in peace? Though from looking at him you knew he had to be used to women fawning over him, with those dark eyes that looked right through you and the shirt that fit so perfectly you could make out the muscles beneath as he shrugged off his jacket.ย 
โ€œWhat?โ€ย 
Shit. You realised that youโ€™d been staring at him and your cheeks started to warm. He didnโ€™t look bothered, in fact he was still smiling at you, amused, almost as if he wanted you to look.
โ€œSorry,โ€ you apologised, dropping your eyes to the table, quickly thinking of a way to move the conversation along, โ€œso how long have you worked for Anvil?โ€
โ€œToo long,โ€ he answered and, again, there was that little laugh, that little smirk telling you that you were missing something. Billy obviously didnโ€™t want to talk about himself though. โ€œWhat about you? What do you do?โ€
โ€œBike messenger, mostly...โ€ you shrugged awkwardly knowing how guys like him looked down on people like you. You werenโ€™t ashamed of what you did; it paid the rent, put food on the table, you just hated having to defend it to someone like him who probably made money in his sleep. He surprised you by not reacting - there was no look of superiority, no pity, just a nod of his head.
โ€œMostly?โ€
โ€œWhat?โ€
โ€œYou said mostly,โ€ย 
โ€œOh, right, yeah. I do some work as a photographer. Just freelance and a couple of exhibitions,โ€ you shrugged again, โ€œitโ€™s actually how I found out that Anvil were hiring.โ€
โ€œReally?โ€ It was hard not to notice how intently he was looking at you, like he was hanging on your every word. You started fiddling with your sleeve again.
โ€œYeah, sometimes I do work for The Bulletin if someone is out sick, and my friend Karen knew Tammy was looking for a job, so -โ€
โ€œKaren? Frankโ€™s girl?โ€ย 
โ€œYeah,โ€ youโ€™d never met him but Karen had been talking about him a lot since they got together, โ€œwe were talking and I guess I let slip that we might have to move to a smaller apartment if Tammy canโ€™t find a jobโ€ฆโ€ย 
โ€œHigh rent?โ€
You nodded. โ€œHigher than either of us can really afford, but Tammyโ€™s parents pay half and we split the rest.โ€
โ€œHer parents still pay for her?โ€
โ€œTheyโ€™re loaded and I guess they didnโ€™t want her having to live anywhere that might be โ€˜dangerousโ€™,โ€ you offered, but you knew how it sounded. You and Tammy were both in your thirties , it was strange that they still went out of their way to provide for her, but you didnโ€™t fault them for wanting to look after their child, something that your own parents had never seemed inclined to do. The thought sent you down a rabbit hole and had you falling silent, wondering how heโ€™d look at you if he knew the truth about you.
You took a drink, letting your eyes drift to the window and the street beyond. His eyes stayed firmly on you and you could almost feel him watching you. It made you tense and shift uncomfortably.
โ€œWhat kind of photography are you into?โ€ย 
โ€œMostly candids, but since I moved to New York, Iโ€™ve been really getting into urban stuff and Iโ€™ve been playing around with architecture shots.โ€ Billy listened, looking interested in everything you had to say in a way that had you smiling again.
โ€œAnd you put on exhibitions?โ€
โ€œLittle shows sometimes, yeah.โ€
โ€œIโ€™d love to see one sometime.โ€ He kept smiling at you, all his focus completely on you, and you found that you didnโ€™t entirely mind it. It was nice talking to someone who seemed to care about what you were actually saying. โ€œDid you study photography in college or -โ€
โ€œNo, I never got to go to college.โ€ It wasnโ€™t until youโ€™d said it that you realised how much it gave away; that college wasnโ€™t your choice, that youโ€™d been stopped from going.
โ€œI never went to college either,โ€ Billy offered, as if he sensed your sudden discomfort. You nodded, eyes dropping to your fingers, tugging at your sleeve again. โ€œDo I make you nervous?โ€ He asked suddenly, pulling your attention back towards him. He was still smiling, still looking at you in a way that made you feel like he was taking you apart in his mind, piece by piece.
โ€œWhat? No - thatโ€™s not -โ€ you stumbled over your words, embarrassed that heโ€™d caught on so easily. You took a second before letting out a sigh. โ€œItโ€™s not you, I just donโ€™t do this a lot.โ€
โ€œWhich part?โ€
โ€œThe whole going for coffee with a random guy Iโ€™ve never met before.โ€
โ€œIs that because guys donโ€™t ask or because you donโ€™t normally say yes?โ€ He asked but didnโ€™t give you time to respond. โ€œDonโ€™t worry, Iโ€™m sure I already know the answer.โ€
An eyebrow raised, unimpressed by the assumption; the situation might have been making you nervous but you werenโ€™t going to take shit from a stranger. โ€œOh yeah, and howโ€™s that?โ€
โ€œYouโ€™re too attractive for men to ignore.โ€ Billy shrugged and your eyes rolled. Yikes, what a fucking line.
โ€œMaybe Iโ€™ve got a boyfriend,โ€ you retorted, โ€œor a girlfriend.โ€
Billy laughed. โ€œYou know that wouldnโ€™t stop most guys, right?โ€
โ€œWould it have stopped you?โ€ You were pretty sure you knew the answer to that.
โ€œI dunno, do you have a boyfriend?โ€ He asked. โ€œOr a girlfriend?โ€
โ€œDo you?โ€
โ€œHave a boyfriend?โ€
โ€œOr a girlfriend.โ€
โ€œWould you be here having coffee with me if I did?โ€ He asked, turning the tables so effortlessly that it made it seem like flirting was an olympic sport and he was a gold medallist.
โ€œWould you have asked me if you did?โ€ You answered back, trying to fight back a smirk of your own at how ridiculous this was becoming.
โ€œDo you always answer innocent questions with more questions?โ€ It was obvious he was enjoying whatever this was, his dark eyes practically shining with excitement as he watched you from the other side of the table.
โ€œYou call that an innocent question?โ€ You retorted, letting out a snort of laughter.
Billy let out another laugh, holding up his hands and signalling surrender.
โ€œMaybe you should come work for Anvil, I bet youโ€™re a pro at interrogations.โ€ And that really made you laugh, and the sight of it had his gaze fixing more intently on you and his smile widening.ย 
โ€œI donโ€™t think I have the necessary qualifications to work somewhere like that,โ€ you shrug, โ€œbesides, I like my job.โ€
โ€œReally?โ€ Usually his question would have pissed you off, but there was something in the way he asked that made it seem like he was genuinely curious to hear your reasons rather than it being some kind of judgement.
โ€œYeah, I get to see the whole city, thereโ€™s no office politics to deal with, and I get to listen to music all day,โ€ you found yourself shrugging again, and his eyes were still fixed on you, like he was fascinated. So, it felt like your turn to ask; โ€œwhat?โ€
โ€œNothing,โ€ he sat back and lifted his mug, taking a long drink, โ€œI think itโ€™s great that you like your job, thereโ€™s a lot to be said for enjoying your work.โ€
โ€œDo you? Enjoy what you do, I mean. With Anvil?โ€ Whatever that was.
โ€œSome days more than others,โ€ he smiled at you.
โ€œAnd today?โ€ You asked stupidly, before considering the implications and how it might sound.
โ€œTodayโ€™s definitely getting better.โ€
Your eyes dropped to your drink again, teeth running over your bottom lip. He wasnโ€™t talking about you, he couldnโ€™t be talking about you, but some part of you wished he was. But you wouldnโ€™t have known even if he was, youโ€™d never been good with those sorts of things, flirting and separating a little bit of fun from something more. Billy was an enigma to you in the same way that most people were, but there was something about him that made you almost want to break all of your rules, just to see what might happen.
โ€œWhat do you do for Anvil?โ€
โ€œThese days I mostly deal with the bureaucracy,โ€ and the look on his face told you just what he thought of that.
โ€œSo you donโ€™t - I donโ€™t know, go on missions, all Seal Team 6, kicking down doors?โ€
Billy let slip a laugh that was equal parts amused and offended.
โ€œSeal Team 6?โ€
โ€œWhat?โ€ You laughed, awkwardly.
โ€œYou know a lot of Anvil are ex-Marine Corps, right? Iโ€™m an ex-Marine.โ€
โ€œIs there a difference?โ€ You knew there was though, honestly, you couldnโ€™t remember exactly what it was, and the look on his face was priceless enough that you didnโ€™t regret asking.
โ€œOkay, wow, youโ€™re really going to make me explain it to you?โ€ You nodded in response. โ€œOkay, itโ€™s -โ€œ
Before he could start on whatever lecture he was about to give, your phone started to ring, loudly - loud enough to make you almost jump out of your skin. (You must have knocked the volume while youโ€™d been frantically trying to look like you hadnโ€™t been spying on him earlier.)
โ€œFuck, itโ€™s Tammy,โ€ you tell him before answering.
Moments later, youโ€™d wish that you hadnโ€™t. She was at the car waiting for her ride home and you were nowhere to be found, which was apparently so inconsiderate of you. You finished the call with a sigh and looked at Billy.ย 
โ€œGuess her interview didnโ€™t go well,โ€ you took one final drink before pushing back your chair and getting to your feet. โ€œIโ€™ve got to go, if I leave her standing around out there Iโ€™ll never hear the end of it, itโ€™s been -โ€œ you stopped as he got to his feet.
โ€œIโ€™ll walk you back.โ€
โ€œNo, thatโ€™s fine, really, you donโ€™t have to.โ€
โ€œI insist.โ€ His tone making it clear that he wasnโ€™t going to take no for an answer.
โ€œIโ€™m sorry, sheโ€™s just -โ€œ
โ€œYou donโ€™t have anything to apologise for.โ€
When you started towards the door, he was right behind you, again staying close to you. Outside the oppressive heat hit you again and it pissed you off; youโ€™d been having a nice time and Tammy just had to ruin it. Now it was over and youโ€™d never see him again.ย 
Billy didnโ€™t say anything, even as you picked up the pace. You wanted to get this all over and done with, you wanted to drive Tammy back to the apartment and - you didnโ€™t know. All you knew was that you didnโ€™t want to be around her, you didn't want to have to deal with her bullshit, and you didnโ€™t want to think about the man walking a step behind you.ย 
You didnโ€™t see him frown at you, you didnโ€™t dare look back because it just felt childish. Youโ€™d met him forty minutes ago, heโ€™d probably forget you by the end of the day.ย 
You rounded the corner, about to cross the street when you felt his fingers around your wrist. All it took was one gentle pull and you were turning back towards him, stumbling into his arms. It felt like a moment pulled from some romcom; you spilled forward into his arms, your hands against his chest. And then you looked up, finding those impossibly dark eyes staring down at you.
Billy looked at you like he was trying to decide something, fingers still wrapped around your wrist. The, less than a second later, he was kissing you, pulling your body against his. And you let him. Later youโ€™d tell yourself that it was shock but, in that moment, you wanted him to kiss you for no other reason than he was nice; youโ€™d had fun getting coffee with him. It took you a moment to return to your senses, to use the hands on his chest to gently push him away.
โ€œBilly โ€”โ€
โ€œSorry, couldnโ€™t help myself. Iโ€™ve been thinking about doing that for the last thirty minutes.โ€ He grinned. โ€œGo to dinner with me.โ€ You couldnโ€™t tell if he meant it as a question or a command, but it definitely sounded more like the latter. Maybe he was just that used to women doing what he wanted them to do.
โ€œI think youโ€™re supposed to ask that before kissing someone,โ€ was all you could think to say with a nervous laugh.
โ€œWell, now Iโ€™ve askedโ€ฆโ€ And a second later, his lips were on yours again, tongue running against the seam of your lips, desperately wanting to deepen the kiss, and you let him. For a few sweet moments, you gave yourself over to him - to a random stranger youโ€™d known for all of forty minutes.
Finally, you pushed him again, taking a step back, out of his arms and back to reality.
โ€œI canโ€™t,โ€ is what you told him once youโ€™d managed to find your voice again.
โ€œCanโ€™t or wonโ€™t?โ€ He dared to try and take a step closer, forcing you to take another step back.
โ€œDoes it matter?โ€
โ€œIt matters to me.โ€
โ€œWhy?โ€ Honestly not sure you even wanted an answer from him.
โ€œSo I can figure out how to change your mind.โ€ He explained, like he thought it would really be that simple
โ€œYou canโ€™t.โ€ But that just made him laugh.
โ€œSweetheart, youโ€™ve got no idea what Iโ€™m capable of.โ€ And there was something dangerous in that; you didnโ€™t know what he was capable of. โ€œAnd I can be very persuasive when I want to be.โ€
โ€œI told you; I donโ€™t do this.โ€
โ€œThis can be whatever you want it to be. Iโ€™m very adaptable.โ€ He reached for you again, fingers brushing your cheek before you managed to pull away.
He looked ready to say something else, like he had some line on the tip of his tongue that he was sure would convince you, his lips even parted ready, but nothing came out. You werenโ€™t sure why until a moment later.
โ€œOh my god, there you are! Do you know how long Iโ€™ve been standing around waiting for you?โ€
Tammy. You didnโ€™t know whether to be glad of the interruption or pissed at the tone she was taking with you.
โ€œSorry,โ€ Billy stepped around you, towards Tammy, โ€œI distracted her.โ€
โ€œThatโ€™s -โ€œ and then the impossible happened. Tammy actually fell silent. You decided that it must just be the effect that Billy tended to have on women.
โ€œIโ€™m Billy,โ€ he offered out his hand and Tammy was quick to take it, no doubt falling for his charms already. And Billy, well, obviously heโ€™d managed to get over whatever momentary insanity heโ€™d been suffering from when he kissed you and had moved onto the next victim.
Only that wasnโ€™t exactly what happened.
โ€œOh, I know who you are, Mr Russo. Iโ€™m Tammy.โ€
โ€œWaitโ€ฆ what?โ€ If anyone heard you, neither bothered to respond. How did Tammy know who he was?
โ€œI hear youโ€™ve just been interviewing to come work for me,โ€
For him. Not with him.
Your stomach dropped, remembering something Karen had said about a Russo, about how Frank called him a pretty boy and Karen thought he was a bit of a womaniser. He kept talking to Tammy but you barely caught a word, too stuck on everything that had happened and how youโ€™d let it.ย 
โ€œCome on, Tammy,โ€ finally, you snapped out of it and started to walk, โ€œif you want a ride home we need to go now.โ€ย 
You didnโ€™t even wait for an answer, you just let her say her goodbyes to Billy.
โ€œLet me know when youโ€™re free to go for that dinner,โ€ Billy called after you, You chose not to answer, some part of you hoping that Tammy wasnโ€™t going to follow because you knew what would come next.
Fumbling for your keys, you had them in hand before you got back to your car, not daring to look behind you. What had just happened? Your lips still tingled from his kiss, you could still taste him, could still feel his hand on your hip. And some part of you was inexplicably still annoyed that the moment was over.
Tammy followed behind you, calling after, barely making it into the passenger seat before you started the car.
โ€œOh my god,โ€ she exclaimed and you steeled yourself for the oncoming argument, โ€œyou are the best friend ever.โ€ย 
There was no sarcasm, no anger - she was actually smiling at you. What the hell did she think youโ€™d done?
โ€œWhat?โ€ Throwing the car into reverse and trying to ignore the fact that Billy was there, watching you as he made his way back towards the office building, his office building. There was something unknowable in his dark gaze as it followed you and, again, you found yourself thinking about how you had no idea what he was capable of.
โ€œFlirting with Billy-fucking-Russo to get me a job at Anvil.โ€
CHAPTER TWO
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END NOTES : if you made it this far, thanks for sticking around. Like I said, this is something that started out as an original piece and I was struggling to find the energy to finish it. Iโ€™ll be trying to release a new chapter at least once a week, though the second part will probably be up in a few days time because the first two chapters are really just to help set things up, and I know thatโ€™s not what people are interested in. I already have the first five chapters pretty much written, they just need some editing before going in the queue and, in total, I have around 20 chapters planned. Iโ€™ll be working on this through NaNoWriMo too, so how much I get done might change the posting schedule a little.
Likes, reblogs, and follows are appreciated, though this fic will be posted regardless of engagement because I just need to get this story out of my head once and for all.
Anyway thanks for stopping by, I hope you have a wonderful day wherever you are!
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I mean this isnโ€™t even normal anymore. How can a man look like THIS!? ๐Ÿ˜ฉ
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Never Quite Enough
Part 5
Billy Russo x Reader
Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 // Part 4
Warnings: Angst, insomnia, more angst.
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"Can I confess something to you?" Matt asks.
You look up from your phone in surprise, blinking like a deer caught in headlights. He's dressed in his crisp white shirt and suit pants, his jacket somewhere nearby.ย 
He looks pristine, but you know you prefer his undressed look even more, the sight of his bare chest was a soothing balm on the open wound that was your life.
You wait patiently for his words.
"I think... he really likes you. Genuinely."ย 
You let out a long sigh.ย 
"That sounds like his problem. I am done with him." You say quickly, on a harsh breath.
"Are you?" He challenges, with a calm tone.
You swallow, honestly, you didn't know.
It's been weeks. Nearly a month and a half since you broke up with him, the same amount of time you'd been together.ย 
Why was climbing out harder than falling in?
Something tugs in your chest, you let out a soft breath. You feel bad for letting one person comfort you for another person's actions.
"Matt." You say his name slowly, looking up at him, the space of his countertop between you.
You swallow.
"I'm sorry." You finally say.
"What for?"
"If I've- lead you on, or made you feel uncomfortable- please just tell me. I'd rather you tell me you're tired of me, than being forced to tolerate me."
He lets out a harsh breath, moves around the counter swiftly.
Before you can process it, your face is buried in his clothed chest.
He smells like the gentle lavender soap he uses, and you're too stunned to do anything other than breathe it in.
"You're not leading me on. I promise, and I'm not just tolerating you. I like you."
A little sob hiccups from your throat, the strength of his adoration pours into you, fills, overflows.
"I've been tolerated my whole life." You say into his chest, tears falling freely, "The first time I felt like I could exist was with him, and even that had been a lie." You grip the back of his shirt, sobbing into his chest.
He shushes you softly, his stubbled cheek pressed to the crown of your head.
His body tightens around you, it makes you feel worse, like you're forcing him to comfort you in some way. You cry harder.
Matt holds you through it, and when your violent shaking turns into little hiccups, he leans down to kiss your forehead, his thumb swiping at one cheek, to push your tears away.
"He's hurt you so badly, and It's up to you to decide whether that damage can be fixed or not. But you need to know that you're not tolerated, you're appreciated. By me...and by him."
"How do you know?" You protest, looking into his unfocused eyes.
"I heard him say it. To his friend, Frank, that day at the gala. I heard him tell Frank that he loves you."
You blink, drawing your head back in shock.
Love?
You sniffle, Matt's words have knocked the sadness right out of you, replacing it with surprise.
ย You reach for a tissue sitting on the countertop.
"That can't be right." You hum, wiping at your nose, and dabbing at your cheeks. You'd have to re-do today's makeup before work.
"His actions were awful, and the things he did do not deserve forgiveness. But his feelings now are genuine." Matt says.
Now?
Your shoulders drop.
They hadn't been genuine before?
When he'd offered you one of his shirts to sleep in, on the very first night you'd slept over, the hidden eager look in his eyes... that had been fake?
Of course it was, your mind supplies, you feel like you're sinking lower with each thought.
Like a full tub being emptied, you feel the emotion drain right out of you.
You spend a solid moment like that, in disbelief at the emotion just leaving you, rejecting Mattโ€™s last words without another second of consideration.
You part your lips, finally sucking in a deep breath that doesnโ€™t hurt.
Your mouth parts wider in relief.ย 
For the first time, you feel true nothingness, and not the numbness of the refusal to process emotion that you were used to.
It's liberating, you close your eyes in bliss.
Somehow, you'd managed to turn your turbulent emotions off.
Like a switch, flipping inside you, centred around your confused feelings. Your brain doesn't know how to feel, so it stops feeling.
You know Matt wasn't the type of man to lie to you, it wasn't even in his nature to stretch the truth. He was a man that could only speak fact, and something said with this much surety could only be true.
But that didnโ€™t mean you were capable of accepting his words. Instead you smile at him, wiping at your tears.
โ€œI should get to work.โ€ You respond, looking up at him with a small smile on your face.
.
The world around you is interesting, when you canโ€™t feel a thing. Nothing matters, at all.
You smile at Dex easily, engaging him in conversation, a past version of you would probably be feeling absolutely hollow inside. Instead, you simply exist, only answering questions when youโ€™re asked, smiling along to small talk.
Thereโ€™s no sadness, or despair, or hate for yourself.
Thereโ€™s nothing.
And nothing had to be better than everything all at once...right?
Itโ€™s peaceful now, your work gets done much faster, headphones on to help you focus, you feel like pushing yourself to see how much youโ€™re capable of, only stopping for a few short breaks throughout the day.
It feels good, getting things done ahead of time, it makes you feel like youโ€™re being efficientย  in a space youโ€™ve only felt desolation for a long while.
You only realise how late it is when the night cleaning crew shows up.
Only then you decide to amble on home, a bowl of ramen in your arms, tucked into your couch in the dark of the night before bed.
You donโ€™t see Matt that night, probably busy at his own job, and youโ€™re okay with that, knowing that you shouldnโ€™t be using him as any type of emotional crutch in the first place.
The problem comes when you try to go to sleep.
You find that you canโ€™t, you donโ€™t feel sleepy.ย 
You toss and you turn and you sit up and you have tea and press the heels of your hands against your eyes and struggle with being awake when you should be asleep.
You have nothing to help you sleep, so you curl up in bed and close your eyes and pretend that youโ€™re asleep until morning when your alarm goes off for work.
Silence and nothingness are your associates now, and however inconvenient, you prefer it to whatever was there before.
He loves you, your mind tries to interject during your morning routine, and you stop comically while brushing your teeth to stare dead ahead at yourself in the mirror.
Loveโ€ฆ I barely know what that is, you answer.
You resume brushing your teeth.
Youโ€™re acutely aware that at some point, youโ€™re probably going to crash. People arenโ€™t made to be awake for long periods of time and feel this fine about it.
Being at work is pretty okay, and you donโ€™t feel like ripping your hair out at the first inconvenience.ย 
Itโ€™s your second day of working late, and youโ€™re dealing with it well. Youโ€™ve put your phone on do not disturb and with your headphones in, youโ€™re lost in your own world of report reading and analysis.
Really, you should have known that letting your guard drop would tempt fate too much. The fickle way life tended to work around you should have had your walls up permanently.
But in your exhausted state, leaning against the wall gripping your bag with one hand while waiting for the elevator, it was hard to keep any sort of defense up.
So when someone says your name in mild surprise, the only response you can give is a raise of your head.
He looks as exhausted as you feel, and you wonder if he sees something similar in you. His jacket folded neatly over one arm, phone in his palm.
โ€œHey Mister Russo.โ€ You say softly in greeting, straightening to take a step into the elevator.
He doesnโ€™t say anything for a second as the doors close.
โ€œItโ€™s late.โ€ He comments, and you turn your head to glance at him.
โ€œYes it is.โ€ You agree, unable to stay steady on your feet, you lean against the wall of the elevator too.
โ€œYou look tired.โ€
You let out a slow breath.
โ€œIโ€™ll live.โ€ You answer.
โ€œWe should talk.โ€
You groan, tilting your head back.
โ€œYouโ€™re making me wish Iโ€™d taken another elevator.โ€ย 
โ€œLet me drive you home.โ€ He answers as if you hadnโ€™t just expressed your distaste for him.
You raise your head to look at him angrily.
There were so many things you wanted to say. Leave me alone. Take a hike. I donโ€™t want to talk to you. Iโ€™d rather chew nails that get into a car with you. Why are you looking at me like that? Do you love me?
In the end, you say nothing, and the doors to the elevators slide open, and you step out without even a goodbye.
The lobby is quiet, dimly lit, very much somber and lacking the life that there usually is during the daylight.
You only get a few steps out of the elevator before heโ€™s blocking your path with his tall frame.
You huff, looking up at him, willing him to go away.
โ€œCan we please talk? Please?โ€
You were so irritated with having to experience him and his constant persistence of you. You blink, angrily clenching your teeth together.
โ€œWhy? Why should I even give you a chance, Billy? So you can lie to me more? Hurt me more? Whatโ€™s it going to take for you to realise that weโ€™re over?โ€
He lets out a sharp breath.
โ€œWe have something. You know we do. Thereโ€™s a voice inside you that tells you weโ€™re right for each other. I hear it too.โ€
โ€œYouโ€™re wrong,โ€ You answer softly, โ€œThereโ€™s no voice.โ€
He shakes his head.
โ€œDonโ€™t lie, donโ€™t act like-โ€ He cuts off, letting out a slow breath.
โ€œLike what?โ€ You prod.
โ€œ-Like you donโ€™t care!โ€ He hisses, โ€œStop acting like this was nothing.โ€ He says, gesturing to the space between you.
โ€œThis was nothing.โ€ You clarify.
He looks frustrated, all you can do is observe him with a casual tilt of your head.
โ€œWhat you did was unforgivable. What could you possibly want from me now?โ€ You follow up, after heโ€™s unable to speak.
โ€œAnother chance.โ€ He utters.
You raise your eyebrows.
โ€œTo do what?โ€ You felt like you had to break this down for him like a child.
โ€œTo prove to you that my feelings were real,โ€ He takes a step forward, getting closer to you and forcing you to tilt your head up to keep looking at him.
โ€œTo show you that I think youโ€™re the best person on the planet. That we have something,โ€ Billyโ€™s hands raise to cup your face, his eyes dark, a void pulling you in, โ€œworth fighting for.โ€
He leans in, and it only just registers in your tired brain that heโ€™s going to kiss you.
โ€œI have a boyfriend.โ€ You whisper out in a rush in an effort to deter him.
His only response is a small smile.
โ€œBreak up with him.โ€ he answers simply as his mouth meets your in a soft kiss.
It melts you, like it usually does. His bearded face creating tingles as it scratches against yours and for a moment you feel so whole.
And then youโ€™re pushing him away, because you donโ€™t deserve this, because you are not someone you believe is worth fighting for.
โ€œIโ€™m sorry.โ€ You murmur, unable to meet his eyes, โ€œI just donโ€™t believe in us the way you do.โ€ You step to the side, and dodge his hand when he tries to grab your wrist.
He calls your name behind you as you leave, the sound is soft, pleading.
You donโ€™t look back.
.
When he touches his lips, he can still feel you there.
Like you own his mouth, and now every kiss is yours, and every smile is for you.
He needs you, so badly that it hurts him.
Thereโ€™s also a sober part of him that wishes he had the capacity to leave you alone, let you heal from him, leave him behind and move on with your life. But the selfish part of him, the part that fought for scraps in a house of too many people, that part of him clings to the love he has.ย 
In many ways heโ€™s still a child, he acknowledges, always quietly hoping that someone could want him, listen to him, talk to him about every useless topic on the planet.
Heโ€™d found that in you. Someone to listen to him, not just give a vacant smile when he spoke, or roll their eyes, exhausted at his small, unpracticed attempts at conversation.ย 
He loved the little niche tidbits of information you knew, he was always learning something exciting, or something that made you light up when you spoke.
And then heโ€™d- done that.
The little boy that never had anything, sabotaging his one chance at love because somewhere deep down inside, he didnโ€™t know if he was really capable of it. Maybe he wasnโ€™t. Heโ€™d never had it aimed in his direction really.
Who had loved him? Ever in his life?ย 
Frank was the closest thing he had to a brother, Billy had no doubt that the Castles loved him.ย 
And it was good, but it wasnโ€™t enough.ย 
Now more than ever he knew that, lying awake, fingers pressed to his mouth where he could still feel the softness of your lips. He knew what being enough to someone had felt like.
He knew heโ€™d do anything to have that again.
.
You canโ€™t sleep at all.
Itโ€™s way worse than before.
Things had been okay when you couldnโ€™t feel anything, but one kiss had brought it all back. Now, you were just sad all over again.ย 
Each time you kissed him, pulled you together, and each time you left him behind, you shattered even more.
Like glass that had been broken once, being hammered into splinters. You didnโ€™t know how much of yourself had been damaged, beyond hope of repair already.
And yet still, you couldnโ€™t forget him.
The soft heat of his touch, the sound of his breaths. You spend the entire night thinking about him, and wishing you could think about something, anything else.
.
Thereโ€™s a box waiting on your desk when you get in the next morning.
It fits in your palm, wrapped in blue floral gift paper with a black bow on top. It screams Billy.
โ€œThat from Matt?โ€ Dex asks, as heโ€™s walking by and observes your handling of the gift.
โ€œProbably.โ€ You lie, tugging at the bow.
โ€œHope itโ€™s something nice.โ€ He wishes as he steps away, going back to whatever he was doing.
His wrapping is precise, no fold is haphazard, the bow sits right in the middle, perfectly equidistant from all edges.
It pulls a smile to your face. You almost donโ€™t want to open it, the effort put into wrapping is a gift in itself.
You doubt Billy had given many gifts in his life- or even gotten them. Heโ€™d only mentioned it once that he didnโ€™t have parents, and that he grew up in the system. Youโ€™d wanted to ask about it, but youโ€™d never gotten a real chance.
You wanted to know how many gifts he'd gotten, how many happy birthdays.
You shouldn't care, it shouldn't matter to you, but it did.
You take the wrapping off carefully, wanting to preserve every bit of this, something that could be remembered later, savoured when you needed something to think of in the darkness of the night.
You tug the lid off the box quickly, eyes locking onto the shimmering gold in the box.
Your mouth parts in surprise.
Itโ€™s a simple present, butterfly hair clips in a gold colour. Each wing of the shiny butterfly is attached to the clip with a few small springs, it means that every slight movement makes the wings appear as though theyโ€™re fluttering.
All of a sudden, youโ€™re a little girl again, staring at similar clips in someone elseโ€™s hair. You gulp, looking around for a note, an explanation as to why.
Youโ€™d only asked your parents once for them, and then never again.
His note is lodged beneath the lid of the box, and you take your time prying it out, opening it.
โ€˜Saw these and thought of you.
-Billy
x.'
You blink back tears, looking at the delicate clips once more.
You donโ€™t take them out of the box, despite how badly you want to. You settle for just running a careful finger over the fluttering wings, a quiet appreciation of something youโ€™d forgotten you wanted.
The clips are so shiny that they were bound to catch attention, which was the last thing you wanted here. Maybe later, after everyone was gone, you could indulge yourself in trying them on.
It was a brilliant gift, something small and seemingly unimportant, and yet, an item that he hadnโ€™t known youโ€™d desired from the moment you first saw them.
Warm, something trickling into the very depths of you, a feeling you want, a feeling you yearn for.ย 
You reach for your phone, with calling him in mind, his extension seared to your memory and you just want to talk to him-
You slam the phone down just as fast. A few coworkers looking over at you in your peripherals.
Dread spills over inside of you, a paralysing fear that you were playing directly into his game, that this was a ploy, or even if it wasnโ€™t, you couldnโ€™t just go back to normal with him. Heโ€™d done something unforgivable, and you had to be rigid in your inability to absolve him of his actions.
Heโ€™d made a bet, with his friends, to see if he was capable of being in an exhausting relationship with you, because everyone thinks that you were annoying.
Because he thought that you were annoying.
You tuck his gift into the top drawer of your desk, letting the pain of his betrayal reorient you.
Billy Russo did not like you.
.
โ€œShit.โ€ You curse, glancing at the time on your phone. Youโ€™d been so zoned into your computer that you hadnโ€™t even noticed that the work day had been officially over for a while now.ย 
You sigh, leaning back, opening your top drawer to grab a page marker for the document you just sent to print.ย 
You spot the little gift box tucked into the back of the drawer and you canโ€™t help the smile that pulls onto your face.
You drop everything youโ€™re doing, reaching for the box happily.ย 
You take your time, pinning one clip to either side of your head to pull some of your hair back, opening your front camera to admire the little fluttering clips.
You loved the little things, delicate in your hair, glittering with the movement and the lights and you make a mental note to avoid the possibility of getting it tangled in your hair as best as possible.
You get distracted by the sound of the printer beeping in the distance to signal your print was completed and you get up to grab the file.ย 
A few hours later, you hear the elevator nearby make a small sound as it stops on your floor. You look up, alert and the awareness of how late it is makes you a little scared.
Itโ€™s him that rounds the corner, crisp suit, his jacket tucked under his arm. He pauses when he notices you, your eyes meeting, before a little smile pulls onto his face.
โ€œI figured youโ€™d be here.โ€ He hums, approaching you.
You huff, glancing back at your computer screen.
โ€œYou just canโ€™t seem to leave me alone, can you?โ€ You bite back.
When heโ€™s quiet for too long, standing beside you, you turn to look up at him.
Thereโ€™s a strange expression on his face, something that washes the coldness inside of you away with gentle warmth.
โ€œWhat?โ€ You ask, trying to keep your voice harsh.
Why are you looking at me like that?
โ€œYouโ€™re real fuckinโ€™ pretty.โ€ He answers.
You make a sound of annoyance, turning back to your computer to continue working on your excel sheet.
Do you love me?
Your fingers freeze on your keyboard when he kneels in your peripherals next to you.
What in Godโ€™s name was he doing?
You let out a harsh breath.
โ€œBilly-โ€
His hand reaches to touch something in your hair, itโ€™s only then you remember that youโ€™re wearing the clips he gave you.
โ€œ-These look so much better on you than Iโ€™d imagined.โ€ He whispers, turning a strand of your hair over between his fingers.
You look down, unable to meet his eyes.
โ€œIโ€™ve always wanted them, since I was little. My parents fought a lot, and I could never work up the courage to ask for them. Then, when I got older, I could never find them.โ€ You glance up at him for a moment before looking away, โ€œThank you, I love them, but that doesnโ€™t change anything between us.โ€
His eyebrows pull together sadly, a reflectiveness to his eyes that wasnโ€™t there before.
Do you love me?
โ€œYou should go home, itโ€™s late.โ€
You give him a tired smile.
โ€œYeah, I know, I just have a little bit more to do.โ€
โ€œDo it tomorrow. You shouldnโ€™t be here so late.โ€
โ€œI donโ€™t know why youโ€™re complaining,โ€ You mutter absentmindedly, โ€œIโ€™m making you money.โ€
He grips your chair, turning it quickly away from your computer until you face him.
You meet his gaze with an annoyed look of your own.
โ€œI have enough money.โ€ He answers with a teasing expression. The corner of your lip twitches in amusement.
โ€œWhatever.โ€ You say, trying to turn your chair back to your computer, but he only grips it tighter to keep you in place. His eyes dart to your desk, and then he reaches for something, grabbing it off your desk and moving away quickly.
When you look back at your desk you notice your wireless mouse is missing.
โ€œHey!โ€ You stand, taking a few steps toward him. He mirrors your movement, taking a few steps back as well.
โ€œGive that back, Russo.โ€ You warn, approaching him again, this time he doesnโ€™t move, encouraging you to try getting closer to him again.
When youโ€™re within grabbing range, he grins, hiding his hands behind his back.
โ€œShut down your computer and go home.โ€ He tries again.
โ€œOr what?โ€ You challenge, reaching around to grab at his hands. He shifts the mouse from his left to his right hand quickly, forcing you to get even closer to him, to try grabbing it.
โ€œOr I throw this thing out the window and unplug your computer.โ€
โ€œYou wouldnโ€™t dare.โ€ You argue, gripping his fist in yours and trying to pry his fingers open.
He pulls his hand away from you easily, giving you an evil grin before raising his fist with your mouse above his head where you couldnโ€™t possibly reach on your own.
You donโ€™t even try to jump for it, only crossing your arms and looking up at him.
โ€œI could knee you in the balls. Iโ€™d get it really quickly that way.โ€ You threaten.
He tips his head back and laughs, and you find yourself smiling too. You take the chance, using the distraction to jump and grab his fist.ย 
But your attempt seemed to be exactly what he wanted because in the next moment his hand is on your waist, using your own momentum against you to spin you, switching positions so that he can press you against the wall that was just behind him.
You gasp, looking up at him in bewilderment. His scent floods your nose, reigniting an ache inside of you, one that yearned for him.
He watches you carefully, doesnโ€™t do anything more than uncurl his fingers, so that you can get the mouse sitting in the palm of his hand.
You look at the mouse, and then back into his eyes, letting out a slow sigh, wishing for something you canโ€™t quite put your finger on.
โ€œThank you.โ€ You say, taking the mouse from him, and ducking under his arm to slip out from between his body and the wall.ย 
Sitting at your desk once again, you groan in annoyance as he grabs a chair from a nearby desk and sits himself near you.
โ€œWhat now?โ€ You ask, barely looking at him.
โ€œIโ€™m not leaving till you do.โ€ He answers simply.
"For a CEO, you seem really bad at getting the message." You grunt out.
He sighs, leaning forward to prop his elbow onto your desk, and then after a moment, he rests his face in his hand, looking at you calmly.
"I'm sorry." He says softly.
"So I've heard." You answer, deciding to save your work before he actually unplug your computer.
"Have you been sleeping?" Billy asks on another soft breath.
"Yes." You lie.
"You haven't. It's why you're here so late. Because you go home, and you lie awake, staring at the ceiling." He says, and you get the feeling that he isn't only talking about you.
"Can you blame me?" You snipe, trying to focus on your screen so that you can pretend that this conversation isn't happening.
There's a long silence before he speaks again.
"I hate myself."
Your chest squeezes harshly, brain halting any thoughts of work. You stare at the computer screen, feeling pressure build behind your eyes.
You wipe an unsteady hand over your mouth for comfort.
"Yeah well, that makes both of us." You reply shakily.
"I've always kind of hated myself," he continues, and you peek a look over at him to find that he's shifted, his hands in his lap, bending a paperclip out of shape while he speaks, "Even when I was a kid, I told myself that there must be something very wrong with me for my mom to not want me."
You take a deep breath, listening to him, finally hearing him open up about himself for the first time.
"I almost got adopted once, interview with a family had gone well, they let me move in with them for a trial period. I almost had what I wanted most, and then-" He gives a shake of his head, to knock the memory loose and you want so badly to reach over and take his hand, to stop him from worrying the paperclip out of shape, only to try to reshape it again, "-I punched their son in the face for something so dumb I can barely remember it. They dropped me back the next morning without a goodbye."
You watch in your peripherals as he puts the paperclip back into shape, except it doesn't look quite right, a little misshapen after his touch.
"My therapist says I've always had a penchant for self sabotage. Always worried that something good will be taken away, so I ruin it, so that at least it's ruined on my terms." He grins, "What a nutjob."
"You? Or your therapist?" You ask.
He huffs out a surprised laugh, looking up at you for a second, watching you return his laugh with a wry smile of your own, before glancing away.
Do you love me, Billy Russo?
"Sorry. I don't mean to force your forgiveness with a shitty story of growing up in the system. I just- well- I was hoping it would help youโ€ฆ understand me a little more."
โ€œDonโ€™t apologize. I get it. Weโ€™re all just trying to heal from something.โ€
โ€œWhat are you trying to heal from? Besides me?โ€
You turn away, unsure if you want to tell him, unsure if you can speak for so long without shutting down.
You rub your knuckles against your lips absentmindedly.
โ€œItโ€™s stupid.โ€ You whisper.
โ€œItโ€™s not. I promise.โ€
You feel anxiety flutter in your stomach.
โ€œIโ€™ve always felt like I was too much. Too loud, too clingy, too unattractive. Like if I was just tolerated, everywhere I went. I made friends, and then after a while, theyโ€™d leave, without explanation and with the number of times it happened, I kept thinking to myself that it had to be my fault.โ€
You try to swallow the lump in your throat.
โ€œItโ€™s the only logical explanation, that Iโ€™m okay to befriend and talk to a little, but Iโ€™m not enough to maintain a friendship with. Iโ€™m not enough to be held on to.โ€
Why werenโ€™t you enough?
You stop talking now, taking a deep breath and holding it to fight off your tears.
He reaches for your hand, and you let him, you can feel the paperclip pressed between your hands.
โ€œI see how badly I fucked up now.โ€ He says softly to you, โ€œAnd I want you to know that every inch of you is worth fighting for, and I fully intend to show you that.โ€
You close your eyes, shaking your head with a sad smile.
โ€œBilly-โ€
โ€œ-no buts, youโ€™re about to see some of the most desperate grovelling of your life.โ€
You laugh in disbelief.
โ€œYouโ€™re insane, Russo.โ€
โ€œYeah. Donโ€™t tell my therapist.โ€
.
He wants to hold you so badly. Wrap his arms around you, and feel you lean against him.
In the elevator now, he keeps glancing at you, his eyes drawn to the little fluttering clips in your hair and his heart clenches so tightly in his chest that he swears it stops beating.
โ€œLet me drive you home.โ€ He offers, hoping that youโ€™d let him, instead of taking a taxi at this hour of the night.ย 
He watches the clips flutter more as you shake your head, a smile pulling onto his face at how adorable you look.
โ€œWeโ€™re not there yet, Russo.โ€ You respond.
Yet? He thinks hopefully.
.
.
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dreamcatcher92 ยท 2 months
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Summary: You want to play a little game with your boyfriend.
Warnings: Smut, language, 18+ minors do not enter, dom/sub, use of calling Billy โ€œsirโ€ย 
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You couldnโ€™t help but giggle while you hid under the big four post bed that you and Billy shared. You wanted to play a little game of hide and seek with Billy. You loved role playing and messing around when it came to sexy times with your hunk of a man.ย 
Today, you decided to hide underneath the bed and wait for him to come strolling in from a long day at work. Your panties get more and more soaked the more you imagine the things you would do to him and the things you want him to do to you. You are madly in love with Billy and he feels the same about you.ย 
Suddenly, youโ€™re ripped from your daydreaming when you hear the front door open and shut. Billy walks in and peels off his black coat and hangs it on the coat hook by the front door. He can tell that itโ€™s eerily quiet.ย 
โ€œBabe?โ€ He calls out.ย 
Silence is all he is met with, but he knows youโ€™re home. Your stuff is here, so he knows now that you want to play. He smiles.
You cover your mouth and giggle as silently as possible. You can hear him walking around, but suddenly, complete and utter silence. Then, he grabs you by your ankles and pulls you out from under the bed. You let out a squeal.ย 
You laugh and turn over on your back to look up at him, โ€œHi Billy.โ€
Without saying a word, he leans down and picks you up off the floor. He doesnโ€™t give you a chance to move or say anything before heโ€™s laying deep passionate kisses on you and taking your clothes off. You donโ€™t fight him and just let him do whatever he wants to you. Youโ€™re his.
โ€œLay down.โ€ He says sternly as he leans back from a kiss.ย 
โ€œYes, sir.โ€ You say with a menacing grin.ย 
Slowly, you laid down on your back and Billy quickly undressed himself. You didnโ€™t have much time before he was on top of you because once you called him sir, it was on. It was like fuel being poured onto a fire.ย 
You wrapped your legs around Billy as he lay on top of you leaning on his forearms that lay on either side of your head. He begins to give you soft gentle kisses on your mouth. You moan into his kisses and run your fingers through his thick dark hair.ย 
He begins kissing his way down your neck, down your stomach, and then without warning, heโ€™s eating your wet pussy. You toss your head back in pleasure and grab ahold of the bed sheets for dear life. It doesnโ€™t take you long before youโ€™re cumming in his mouth. Billy knows exactly how to get you off within minutes, which makes him even harder and his cock is aching to fuck you.
He gets up on his knees between your legs and positions his hard cock dripping with precum against your soaked entrance. As he pushes inside you, you let out a loud moan from how good he feels filling you completely. As he fucks you, you scratch red marks and welts into his back.ย 
โ€œFaster! Ah! Harder Billy!โ€ You scream out as you begin to inch closer and closer to orgasming once more.ย 
โ€œFuck baby!โ€ Billy grunts as he thrusts hard and fast into your cunt.ย 
Billy reaches down and presses his thumb to your clit and begins to rub circles. Almost immediately, you're thrown over the edge. You clench down and cum hard around his cock.ย 
โ€œBilly!โ€
โ€œThatโ€™s it baby, thereโ€™s my good girl.โ€ He says continuing his pace until he cums and fills you up.
After he finishes, he rides out the high for a few more moments before he falls to the bed beside you. He pulls you to his chest and kisses your forehead. You look up at him breathing heavily and smile.ย 
โ€œI love you Billy.โ€
โ€œLove you too beautiful.โ€
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groguspicklejar ยท 1 year
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Sealed With A Kiss [1]
Pairing: soft dark!Billy Russo x fem!reader
Summary: It was a one time thing. At least, that's what you thought. Your boss seems to disagree.
Warnings: +18 Smut, dubcon/noncon, manipulative behaviour, oral (f!receiving), reader gets drugged, p in v, slight degradation, unprotected sex (wrap it, kids), little bit of a backstory (if you squint), porn with plot.
A/N: This is my first dark fic (or soft dark fic, to be specific), so please go easy on me.
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Waking up next to your boss in a fancy hotel suite is never a good sign.
Your head pounded as you sat up. Streaks of light shine through the dark curtains of the room as you try to adjust your vision and your head to the circumstances.
You donโ€™t remember much from last night. Not from the moment you took your third sip of alcohol of the night with the guy your friends tried to set you up with, despite your hesitations and arguments about how he wasnโ€™t your type. Which was your kind way of saying that he was a creep.
You think he might have spiked your drink.
Beyond that, things were hazy. You briefly remember seeing your boss, Mr Russo, stepping in to help you up when you shoved the other guy away after he tried to kiss you. Then a fight broke out. Youโ€™re not sure who won.
Thenโ€“
Oh, godโ€ฆ
Your eyes widen when your eyes trail over the figure laying next to you on the comfy bed. The silk sheets covered only from the waist down, his bare chest left on display. He was all lean muscle and little scars that told stories that youโ€™ll never know. And thatโ€™s not counting the marks that you left on him last night.
โ€œKiss me, Billyโ€ฆโ€ your slurred whine echoed in the parking lot, pulling him by the fabric of his button-down shirt. โ€œPretty please? Just one kiss.โ€
The darkness in his eye was a warning you ignored. โ€œIโ€™m not sure if Iโ€™m gonna stop after one kiss, sweetheart.โ€
And he didnโ€™t.
There were very distinct moments from last night that were permanently burned into your memory. The rough glide of his tongue making slow circles on your clit that drove you to the edge. The carnal heat rising from something deep within your soul, the kind that splinters you in half while your back arches and the only word that escapes your lips was the breathless syllables of his name.
Your eyes catch the sight of his hair. A mess. Your mess. You vaguely remember wondering if you were pulling too tightly, if you were going to rip it off with the way you were tugging on it. Only to realize that he quite liked the pain, it spurred him on even more to take you apart.
And that was before he even started working on removing his belt.
God, you felt sick.
You slept with your boss. Your employer. The man you work for. You were as good as fired. There was no way you were ever going to work in this city again.
In a rush, you decide to get dressed. You try not to hyperventilate as you do so. You try not to make any noise so as to not wake him up. The first idea that comes to your mind on fixing this is pretending that you were never here.
He had a few drinks too, last night, right? Which means that it is less likely that he might remember the face of the woman he slept with. And he sleeps with a lot of women. You know thisโ€“ Hell, the whole city knows this.
It doesnโ€™t matter ifโ€“
Your hands pause while they pull your shirt down over your torso. And you look over to him again.
You extend your muddy hand, smiling as you tell him your name.
The little boy with dark eyes blinks at you. Mud caked in his hair and his clothes. Same as you. A bruise forming on his cheek, similar to yours. Was he confused about a girl choosing to stand up and get her hands dirty? Maybe.
But you did just save him from those bullies. So that has to count for something, right?
He doesnโ€™t smile back. But he does meet your hand with his. โ€œIโ€™m Billy.โ€
Nostalgia floods your veins when the image comes to mind. The playground after a rainy day. Boys throwing punches. The only girl in a pink dress got the bright idea to throw mud in their faces to defend the one they were ganging up on. You shake your head and continue getting dressed. You find your shoes and your phone, nearly empty on power. Shit, you have to call an uber right away.
It doesnโ€™t matter if you and Billy knew each other from long before. What happened here was a mistake and it was something that was better swept under the rug. And knowing how he is, it was more than likely that heโ€™ll agree.
You feigned a stomach bug and got yourself a few days off work. That gave you enough time to write a resignation letter and search for a new job in the meantime.
For you, it wouldnโ€™t be hard. Companies are always on the lookout for secretaries and PAs with a hard work ethic. If you could keep that silly little indiscretion from last weekend under wraps, you donโ€™t doubt that youโ€™ll be working for another entitled asshole in no time.
Until then, you donโ€™t have to worry about the next three months of rent or food because your savings will keep you safe for that long. That was the one upside of working for Billy Russo. He pays well. For a small company, of course.
You donโ€™t know how well he took your resignation. Itโ€™s been a little over a week since you sent in your letter. And here has been radio silence. Youโ€™re not disappointed that Mr Russo himself didnโ€™t text or call to talk about what happened.
Youโ€™re kinda glad heโ€™s choosing to ignore this as much as you were.
Then thereโ€™s this whisper at the back of your voice, that one little devil at the back of your head reminding you that you were not entirely at fault. You were drugged. And he took advantage of that. As much as you threw yourself at him, you were not in your right mind and he shouldnโ€™t have acted on his desires.
โ€œPlease, Billyโ€“โ€ your hands paw at his chest, trying to bring him closer to you and he obliges.
โ€œShhโ€ฆโ€ he mouths over your shivering skin. โ€œIโ€™ll take care of you, sweetheart. I got you.โ€
You felt like you were burning from the inside out. His chest skims against yours as his hips move, hands hiking your legs further up until you feel him deeper. A sharp cry escapes your throat when he picks up the pace, teeth scraping the hollow space of your throat.
The lewd wet sounds of your coupling fill the room, and heat peppers your cheeks as you listen to each one. Thatโ€™s not mentioning the filth he whispers into your ears. The tone of his sensual voice corrupts your judgement even further.
โ€œI canโ€™t get enough of you, baby.โ€ His tongue licks the skin of your collarbone. โ€œBy the time Iโ€™m done with you, Iโ€™m gonna make sure this pussy doesnโ€™t want anyone else because itโ€™s mine. Youโ€™re mine, you hear me? All mine.โ€
You keened helplessly, your hand covering your mouth, hoping to limit your own noises because you canโ€™t help but feel filthy enough.
โ€œNah uh, sweetheart.โ€ He clasps your wrists and held them above your head as he wrecked you, looking at you with a vicious appetite, greed that can never be sated. โ€œDonโ€™t cover up those little sounds. Lemme hear em.โ€
Your eyes rolled to the back of your head when his cock brushed that you canโ€™t handle, your body responds by trying to back away when the volatile flame threatens to scorch you from under your skin.โ€œI canโ€™tโ€“ no, Iโ€“I canโ€™t! Pleaseโ€“โ€
โ€œTake it.โ€ he growls, your pussy beginning to clench down on him. โ€œBe a good little slut and take it. Take everything I have.โ€
You were so close. Right on the edge of a cliff and it was too high. It terrified you. There was no way you were going to survive the fall.
This was wrong. Heโ€™s your boss and this was wrong. You canโ€™t be doing this. He canโ€™t be doing this. You were going to cum on his cock and he was going to make sure of it. He was going to make sure you knew he owned you after tonight. Even if this never happens again, you were never going to be the same.
Your thighs were soaked. His cock glides through with ease, wrenching out moans from your heaving lungs. He thrusts hard and fast until the walls of your pussy start to convulse and your breaths come out in short pants and thenโ€“
โ€œAtta girlโ€“โ€ he hisses, hips gaining more speed as his hand grips your jaw and he brings his mouth back on yours. Sealing the fall to your doom with a wicked kiss. โ€œMy girl.โ€
The wave shatters you from the inside out. Like the strike of lightning breaking open a tree, splintering you in half. And an all-consuming fire blazes every one of your atoms, leaving nothing but ash and dush.
The memory flashes hotly between your legs as you try to get some sleep. That deep, unsated hunger he had fed all those days ago returns. But you persevere, resisting the urge to slide your hand under your panties.
Taking a nap always helped to escape your problems. If only for a few hours. You struggle to drift off for a few moments, only to be woken by a knock on the door. You groan, twisting on your couch and drawing the small blanket over your head, hoping that whoever it is will go away if they think youโ€™re not home.
The person knocks again more incessantly this time. Itโ€™s clear to you that they will not go away without getting what they want from you.
You huff and throw the blanket off you. Marching to the door, you prepare yourself to spew fire at whoever decided to disturb your peace. Yet, as soon as you open the door, every word you could think of sputters and falls back down your throat when your eyes meet his.
Your shoulders draw up. โ€œMโ€“Mr Russoโ€ฆโ€
His lips quirk up into a predatory smirk. โ€œYouโ€™d think after the fun we had, sweetheart, weโ€™d be way past last name basis.โ€
Your tongue turns into cold metal that sinks to the deepest end of the ocean floor. He remembersโ€ฆ
He tilts his head. โ€œCan I come in?โ€
You should know better than to invite the devil into your domain. But alas, what choice do you have when heโ€™s come to make a deal with you?
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To Love You More
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Pairing: Billy Russo x F! Reader
Warnings: mentions of Billyโ€™s abandonment, love confessions, maybe a swear word or two, fluffy bunnies and unicorns
Word Count: 2.3K-ish
Summary: Billy shows up at your apartment drunk. Youโ€™re surprised at what he has to tell you.
A/N: Based off of the song To Love You More by Celine Dion (donโ€™t you judge me ๐Ÿคฃ, the violin in it is really pretty) Sunday mornings are my alone time so I was food prepping and serenading my dog when the song came on so I continued to sing to her and this idea popped in my head. I hope you like it โ™ฅ๏ธ
As always, thank you for reading! ย I appreciate it so much and comments, reblogs are welcome and encouraged. Donโ€™t be shy to tell me your favorite part. ๐Ÿ’•๐Ÿ’• ๐Ÿ’•
The three loud raps against your door startled you.
The noise scared you bad enough to cause you to toss some of your popcorn onto the floor. You managed to regain control of your wine glass before you dropped that onto the floor too. Pausing the movie, you placed the bowl and wine glass onto the coffee table and cautiously walked over to the door.
The clock on the microwave read 1:25 AM.
The three knocks came again along with a voice you recognized. โ€œB-baby you awake?โ€ He boomed from the other side of the door.
โ€œBilly? Is that you?โ€ You asked, relaxing a little when you heard your boyfriendโ€™s voice.
โ€œC-can y-you lemme in s-sweet girl? P-please? I-I f-feel like Iโ€™m gonna f-fall over.โ€ He slurred.
Oh boyโ€ฆ
Billy had an event for his company, Anvil, tonight. As CEO, he had to make an appearance but by the sounds of it, he stayed a little longer than he probably should have.
Your relationship with Billy was still somewhat new; he hadnโ€™t asked you to accompany him to one of these events yet and you were using the term โ€œboyfriendโ€ loosely.
The two of you spent a lot of time together but you just assumed he didnโ€™t want to put a label on it and you couldnโ€™t shake the feeling you were just setting yourself up for a heartbreak because you knew a lot of men like Billyโ€ฆand dated them. They didnโ€™t have relationships or want them; they just played with you until they were ready to move on.
But unless Billy was an exceptionally good actor, he really seemed like he was having a lot of fun with you and in turn, you were having a lot of fun with him. More than anything, you wanted this relationship to work because he made you feel loved even if he hadnโ€™t said it out loud.
You opened the door. Billy stood leaning against the doorframe; his tie was loose around his neck. Normally perfectly styled, his ebony colored hair was slightly tousled and grazed the top of his eyebrows, and the top buttons on his crisp white dress shirt were undone. He still looked incredibly handsome.
Billyโ€™s cheeks were flushed from the chilly winter air as he greeted you with that familiar million-dollar smile. His eyes were halfway open and you could still smell the bourbon on his breath as he pinched your chin and gave you a slightly sloppy kiss.
โ€œW-well donโ€™t you look a-adorable!โ€ He exclaimed.
You chuckled a little and bit back a smile because you were just wearing pajama pants and a ribbed tank top. It wasnโ€™t anything special.
โ€œI-I had that work th-thing tonight.โ€ He said, gliding into your apartment and trying not to lose his balance. โ€œI-I might ha-have had a little tooooooo much to drink.โ€
โ€œYes, it does seem like you had one too many.โ€ You said, biting back a slight smile. โ€œCome on, lieutenant. Can you make it over to the couch?โ€
Billy started to carefully walk over to the couch when he looked down and noticed your spilled popcorn.
โ€œY-you sp-spilled some, baby. Oh shitโ€ฆd-did I sc-scare you when I knocked on the d-door?โ€ He asked, trying his best to not slur his words.
โ€œA little.โ€ You replied. โ€œBut itโ€™s ok. What are you doinโ€™ here, Billy?โ€
After removing his jacket, you helped Billy sit down. His long, slender fingers grazed the skin of your lower back when he lifted the hem of your tank top as he planted himself on your couch. Shivers danced up and down your spine while goosebumps sprinkled across your exposed skin. His touches always burned your skin in the most delightful way, every time.
โ€œI-I just missed youuuuu. Y-you shoulda come w-with me tonight. Oh, I-I probably should have asked you to come with m-me.โ€ He said, nervously.
It had to be the alcohol making him say all this but it made your heart swell to hear that he missed you.
Making sure he was seated firmly on the couch, you tried to let go of his hand to walk away. โ€œIโ€™m gonna get you some water and ibuprofen, Iโ€™ll be right back.โ€
Billy didnโ€™t let go of your hand.
โ€œI scared y-you tonight, huh. I g-guess I just scare everyone. Anyone that tries to get close, I p-push them away. I p-pushed my mother away too, ya know. Sh-she didnโ€™t want me either.โ€ He said, his voice a little steadier.
Billy didnโ€™t talk much about his childhood. You knew he was a product of the system but he didnโ€™t elaborate on that after he told you. That was the first time he had ever mentioned his mother to you.
Crouching down in front of him, you looked into his eyes, brushed the bristles of his beard with your thumbs and replied, โ€œYou havenโ€™t pushed ME away, baby. Iโ€™ll always want you.โ€
With his other hand, he pushed back the hair that had fallen into his eyes so he could get a better look at you. His mouth split into a shy smile as he leaned in to touch his forehead to yours. The scent of bourbon was on his lips as he softly pressed them against your freshly cleansed skin and you inhaled the aroma of his spicy cologne.
โ€œI-I donโ€™t want to push you away, my love. Iโ€™ve waited a long time for you.โ€ Whispered Billy. โ€œY-you let me beโ€ฆme. I love you, y/n.โ€
Billy didnโ€™t know what he was saying; he couldnโ€™t have meant that. The alcohol flowing through his veins clearly allowed him to talk freely and tell you things that he never told anyone else. You thought maybe he would later regret doing that but it was too late now.
โ€œOk, youโ€™ve had a lot more to drink than I thought and I know you donโ€™t mean that but Iโ€™ve told you before, you can always be yourself with me, Billy. I will never judge you.โ€ You said in barely more than a whisper as his eyelids became heavy and you coaxed him to swing his legs up onto the couch. โ€œLie back for me, baby. Thaaaaatโ€™s itโ€ฆโ€
โ€œNo, I really do mean it y/n!โ€ Said Billy, in a slightly elevated tone.
โ€œOooooook, time to get some sleep, soldier.โ€ You replied, playfully.
He was asleep before his head hit the pillow. His lean body was fully stretched out with one hand resting on his chest, the other was draped off the side with his knuckles barely skimming the floor as you gingerly covered him with a blanket.
Before turning off the living room lamp, you watched Billy sleep for a few minutes, stroking his handsome face with your knuckles and you warmed his skin as you lightly pressed your lips to his cheek and then to his lips.
He didnโ€™t move.
In the gathering darkness, before going to your bedroom, you whispered in Billyโ€™s ear, โ€œIโ€™m always here for you, Billy. I love you tooโ€ฆgoodnight my love.โ€
Your pillow cradled your head as you stared up at the ceiling, thinking about Billyโ€™s confessions to you that left you wondering if he meant any of what he had said and would he remember any of it? If you were to put any money on it, you would have said he wouldnโ€™t remember any of it, deny that he even said anything, or blame the alcohol and he didnโ€™t mean a word of it.
Before drifting off to sleep, a slight smile stretched across your lips. He came to you wanting nothing more than to tell you that he missed you, that he wanted you by his side tonight and upset with himself that he didnโ€™t ask. With zero hesitation, you would have said yes.
Wellโ€ฆthere was always next time.
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Your eyes lightly fluttered opened and closed again as the mattress dipped underneath you. A warm body spooned up behind you and Billy kissed your bare shoulder. A handful of hours must have passed as the early morning sky was just starting to lighten. He must have stripped down to his boxer briefs because you felt his skin touch yours as his long arms wrapped around your waist.
Humming into your ear, he kissed the spot where your neck meets your shoulder. You loved when he did that and a soft moan of his name escaped your lips as a reflex.
โ€œMmmmmโ€ฆBilly.โ€ You said.
Billy buried his head into your neck like a cat, desperately wanting to be as close as he possibly could to you. He gripped you tightly, possessively like he was afraid to let you go as he purred into your ear, โ€œYou meant it, right baby? That youโ€™ll always be there for me?โ€
In the liquid darkness, you turned to face him. You couldnโ€™t see him with the exception of some of his features. His lips were close to yours as he repeated, โ€œI heard you. You said youโ€™d always be there. Iโ€™m not making that up, right?โ€
Slowly, you extended your hand, reached for him, and started to gently rake your nails against his scalp as you replied, โ€œOf course, Billy. As long as you want me, Iโ€™m here baby.โ€
โ€œAs long as I want you?โ€ He questioned. โ€œAs long as YOU want ME!โ€ He said.
Billyโ€™s lips crashed against yours, his hands tightly gripped your waist, your lips parted as his tongue slipped into your mouth, wanting to tangle with yours. His raven colored hair glided in between your fingers and you could feel a trace of his smile against your lips as he continued to kiss you in the softly filtered glow of your bedroom.
After and holding you in a firm embrace, he told you about his mother and it wasnโ€™t a mystery anymore of why he didnโ€™t trust people, or why he didnโ€™t let anyone get too close. He was afraid of being abandoned again.
Billy never wanted to feel the way he did standing outside that fire station, a scared little boy wondering what he did wrong for his mother to leave him and never come back. It wasnโ€™t his fault and you made sure to tell him that he did not push her away. That was all her doing.
As he spoke, you wondered if Billy could ever completely forgive his mother for what she did. And if he could, heโ€™s a much better person than you are because you could never forgive her for that. The dull ache in your chest persisted as you felt your heart break for him.
Billy was a child, he didnโ€™t deserve to be treated that way, but she earned everything she got in return. She didnโ€™t deserve a second chance, not after abandoning her own child like she did.
The stars slowly disappeared as the sky started to brighten. And in that early morning light, you could finally see Billyโ€™s dark eyes fixed on yours, like he was waiting until he could actually see you to say what he wanted to say next.
โ€œI know you thought I was too drunk or that I didnโ€™t mean it but I do mean it, sweet girl. I love you. Iโ€™ve never told anyone about her except you because I feel likeโ€”โ€œ Billy said then paused.
It was a struggle for him to tell you how he really felt but he was trying and you could never fault him for wanting to be better.
He continued.
โ€œI feel like I canโ€ฆtrust you.โ€
Love and trustโ€ฆthose were two things Billy never thought heโ€™d ever experience. Youโ€™ve never given him a reason not to trust you. He said it earlierโ€ฆโ€You let me beโ€ฆme.โ€ If he wanted to talk, you would let him and no matter how much or how little he wanted to say, that was enough for you.
Even though he had trouble verbalizing how he was feeling, he would show you how much he cares with a surprise cup of coffee at work in the middle of the day, or a donut from the place down the street because you โ€œlike their sprinkles,โ€ a walk in the park on a warm sunny day, or reading to you because he knows you love listening to his voice.
Those were just a few of the ways Billy Russo expressed his feelings for you. Deep down in the pit of your stomach, you knew he meant what he said. Those three little words he never expressed until tonightโ€ฆto anyone.
Feeling the warmth of his skin, you inched closer to him and his gentle exhale brushed against your lashes; you gave him a warm smile and gently pressed your lips to his.
โ€œI love you too, baby. And you can trust me that no one will ever love you more than I do.โ€ You said softly against his lips.
The night blackened window of your bedroom had started to brighten with the sun attempting to break through the small space in between your curtains as you held each other in silence.
Sometimes words werenโ€™t always necessary. Actions speak volumes and really attest to someoneโ€™s feelings and intentions toward you. Putting his trust in you helped to pick up the pieces of Billyโ€™s broken heart and carefully put it back together again.
Billy didnโ€™t say anything else and he didnโ€™t have to. The way his lips crushed against yours, how he lovingly kissed every inch of you, his fingers tracing all the curves and hollows of your body, and how gentle he was when he caressed your faceโ€ฆthere wasnโ€™t any doubt in your mind now that Billy Russo adored you, that he only wanted to be with you, and more than anything, that he loved you.
Iโ€™ll be waiting for you
Here inside my heart
Iโ€™m the one who wants to love you more
You will see I can give you
Everything you need
Let me be the one to love you more
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You Know Who To Call (Billy Russo)
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Pairing: Billy Russo X F!Reader
Summary: You went on a date hoping to forget him, but Billy was right there to remind you who to call
Warnings: explicit sexual content, minors dni, vaginal fingering, unprotected sex (pls wrap it), p in v, creampie dom!Billy, Billy canonically likes it rough, possesive!Billy, protective!Billy, jealousy (both of them) choking, bit of breath play, dirty talk, language
WC: 3.5k yall are already used to it
A/N: why my horny ass decided to write this knowing damn well itll flop I've not fucking idea, all I know is that that manipulative borderline psychotic and homicidal fuck can fuck me six ways till sunday so, I wrote it. Might write more, Billy has a lot of potential. So if you're one of two people are reading this, enjoy :)
Comments and reblogs are highly appreciated!
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You really shouldโ€™ve known better than to come to the one bar you knew he often went to. Especially when you were then with another man, on a date. But in your defense, you never talked about being exclusive. You were pretty damn sure he was fucking anyone he could get his hands on, and with a face like his, that wouldnโ€™t be too difficult.ย 
Or so you thought. Billy Russo was a complicated man, and you were yet to realize just how much.ย 
You knew you were setting yourself up for failure the second you said yes to this manโ€™s advances, knowing that BIlly was the only man in your mind. But you wanted to force yourself to move on, and have other options. Oh how mistaken you were. The second this man opened his mouth you were already regretting your decision. It began with him judging your choice of drink, saying something along the lines of 'I thought pretty women could only handle cheap wine' and it just went downhill from there.
You were constantly checking your phone, wishing time went faster, so you could at least say you stayed long enough to be able to leave without seeming rude. To say that your night was going to end rather disappointedly was an understatement. Maybe an hour went by when you were standing up, excusing yourself with the reason of having to be up early due to prior plans. And you thought that was it.ย 
โ€œHey, the night doesnโ€™t have to end so soon. We can head back to my place if you just want to get out of here.โ€ And there it was. He stood up as well, crowding you in an instant, getting all up in your space to block you from leaving.
โ€œI really canโ€™t. Listen,โ€ You took a step back to give yourself some room, โ€œYou seem like a great guy, but Iโ€™m not really feeling this. Iโ€™m sorry.โ€
โ€œYouโ€™re sorry?โ€ He scoffed in disbelief, his face slightly twisting with hints of anger as he stepped forward again, making you take another step back, โ€œYou led me on all night, made me buy you drinks and all you have to say is youโ€™re sorry?โ€
โ€œListen, I wasnโ€™t leading you on. And I didnโ€™t ask you to buy me anything, you insisted,โ€ You stared at him with disbelief, baffled that he would feel so entitled, โ€œJust because I agreed to going out with you doesnโ€™t mean you get to take me home.โ€ย 
โ€œWell Iโ€™m getting something, you canโ€™t just leave me like this.โ€ย 
You were already done with tonight, and you didnโ€™t want to hear anymore of this. You simply shook your head and started to walk past him towards the exit, but he grabbed your arm with a grip so tight you audibly winced.
โ€œDonโ€™t you dare walk away from me you bitch.โ€ He spat, pulling your body against his with a forceful grip on both of your arms. You groaned in distaste, turned your head away from him and shoved at his chest, but he didnโ€™t let you go.
โ€œGet the fuck off me.โ€ You said loudly, tugging your arms against his grip, but his grip only tightened. You were about to start screaming when you felt a tug on your shoulder, your date letting you go so suddenly you stumbled back, right into someoneโ€™s chest.ย 
โ€œGet your fuckin' hands off her.โ€ Oh.
You were confused, not quite registering what had just happened. Your date looked both confused and angry, but not at you, but at whoever just pulled you to his chest. And you only realized when you heard the man behind you speak. You would recognize his voice anywhere.ย 
โ€œBilly whatโ€”โ€ You turned your head back to look up at him, your back still to his chest as he held your arm now. His dark eyes only met yours for just a second in acknowledgement, and oh he was pissed. He tore his eyes away from yours to look at your date, jaw tight and back straight as he stood behind you, like he was marking territory.ย 
โ€œWho the fuck are you man?โ€ You date asked, anger lacing his words, but he didnโ€™t dare move.
โ€œMe?โ€ Billy grinned slightly, his head twitching ever so slightly as he moved past you, his arm brushing your shoulder as he now stood in front of you, an arm behind his back as you gripped his hand tightly, preventing him from standing any closer to your date, โ€œIโ€™m just the guy that's gonna drag your face across the pavement if you ever get anywhere near her again.โ€
โ€œBilly.โ€ You said softly, you knew he heard you, but he otherwise ignored you.ย 
Your date stood with both a shocked and angry look on his face, but he said nothing. Billy was a good half a head taller than your date, and he wasnโ€™t a man youโ€™d want to get into a bar fight with.
โ€œGet the fuck outta here before I break your jaw.โ€ You squeezed your eyes shut at Billyโ€™s words, you knew he could get physical pretty quickly, and the last thing you needed tonight was to have to pull him out of a fist fight.ย 
Your date stared at Billy for a long time, but he didnโ€™t move a muscle, like they were doing this silent macho thing, see who backed out first. And Billy wasnโ€™t exactly a man known for backing down easily. Your date ultimately surrendered, scoffing loudly as he shook his head.
โ€œYou can have her man. I didnโ€™t even want to fuck that whore anyway.โ€ He mumbled under his breath as he turned to walk. But Billy definitely caught his words, and with a clench of his jaw he lunged forward, mostly likely to slam your dateโ€™s face into a table, but you held him back, tugging his hand.ย 
โ€œBilly, hey.โ€ You said his name loud enough to get his attention. He was facing you now, his hand coming to touch your face as he made sure you were okay. You said nothing, only taking a deep breath when you felt his touch. And it made you forget why you even considered sleeping with anyone else in the first place.
โ€œCโ€™mon,โ€ Were the first words out of his mouth, his dark eyes locking with yours for a second before he was dragging you out of the bar by your arm. You sputtered, saying his name in protest but you never actually made any effort to stop him. He shot you a look of irritation regardless.
โ€œGet in the car. Now.โ€ย 
โ€œIโ€™m not getting in your car Billy.โ€ You argued when he stopped in front of his car. He stared at you, and you simply folded your arms over your chest, giving him a defiant look that made his eye twitch.ย 
He said nothing as he looked around him for a second, making sure no bystanders were walking by to get the wrong impression of what was going on. Then, he stepped forward making you back right into the side of his car, and one hand came to rest flat against the car door, trapping you between his much taller frame and his car. You took a sharp inhale when he leaned down and you jumped when his other hand grabbed the back of your neck.
โ€œIโ€™m not gonna say it again darlinโ€™. Get. In the fuckinโ€™. Car.โ€ He emphasized every word, his nearly black eyes not once leaving your face he spoke. You swallowed hard, inhaling shakily when he forcibly moved you, his hand still on the back of your neck as he opened the passengerโ€™s door.ย 
You donโ€™t think youโ€™ve ever moved so fast in your entire life. You were sitting in his car faster than your brain could process it. Well so much for wanting to move.
It was like you were on autopilot, you walked right into his penthouse like so many times before. Only that this time, it wasnโ€™t exactly all fun and games. You heard Billy slam the door shut behind him. You took a deep uneven breath, preparing yourself for the screaming match that was going to ensue before you turned around to face him. He was standing in front of you in three long strides, and youโ€™d be lying if you said that the sight of him this angry didn't make you rub your thighs together a bit.
โ€œYou know that wasnโ€™t necessary right? I didnโ€™t need saving, and I definitely didnโ€™t need you to bring me to your apartment.โ€ You spoke first, but clearly, judging by the way his face twisted, it mustโ€™ve been a mistake.ย 
โ€œYou shitting me? Of course it was necessary. You see the way he was grabbing you? Like he thought he owned you or somethinโ€™.โ€ He huffed, shaking his head at you.ย 
โ€œSound familiar?โ€ย 
He stared at you with confusion for a second, then he rolled his eyes at you, โ€œThatโ€™s different and you know it.โ€
โ€œOh really? Tell me Billy, how is it different?โ€ You asked rhetorically, hands on your hips and head tilted as you looked at him.
He shook his head, eyes not meeting yours now, โ€œI just donโ€™t know why you went out with some asshole, what were you fuckinโ€™ thinkinโ€™?โ€ย 
You laughed dryly, running a hand over your face in disbelief, โ€œWhat was I thinking? Well I donโ€™t know, I just wanted to have fun with someone, see someone.โ€ You caught the way his eyes flickered over to you again, and you could see the anger begin to flicker in his eyes, so you continued, โ€œI mean, youโ€™ve been doing it. Youโ€™ve been fucking Dinah Madani for weeks, so I thought I would fuck someone else too.โ€ย 
Confusion and disbelief flashed over his face, his eyebrow furrowing as he ran a hand through his black strands as he tried to process the words that had just left your mouth, โ€œWhat? I havenโ€™tโ€”โ€ He laughed dryly and shook his head at your stupidity, โ€œI havenโ€™t fucked Dinah Madani. And I wasnโ€™t gonna.โ€ย 
You stared at him for a few seconds, face twisting with confusion and your lips parted as you tried to speak, โ€œBilly, I saw you at the bar with her last weekend, Iโ€™m not fucking stupid.โ€
โ€œYes, I had a few drinks with her a couple times, and she did some training at Anvil, but I never fucked her.โ€ He explained, sighing with irritation like he was explaining something to a petulant child, โ€œI just needed some information from her, that was all.โ€ย 
You didnโ€™t even know what to say, you felt stupid, and a bit angry at yourself for acting without thinking of even asking him what had really happened. Because despite your confusing and unlabeled relationship, you had no secrets, and you told each other everything. You laughed in disbelief at yourself, leaning your face into your hand as you shook your head. Billy grinned softly, knowing he had gotten through to you. He stepped forward, pulling you to his chest by your arms. You looked up at him, lips pulled into a defeated pout that he leaned down to kiss softly.ย 
โ€œWe still have a problem though.โ€ He said as he pulled back. You frowned softly.
โ€œWhat?โ€
โ€œThat you, darlinโ€™, need to be reminded that if you wanted to be fucked, it has to be done properly,โ€ His hand gripped your jaw, his long fingers sprawling over your neck as he held your face, โ€œAnd if you want it done properly, you call me.โ€ย 
His mouth was on yours before you could reply, his hand holding your face in place as he slipped his tongue. You whined softly as your hands found his perfectly slicked back hair, and certainly tugged it out of place. You didnโ€™t know exactly when he hoisted you up on his waist, or when he carried you to his bedroom. But you did notice when he unceremoniously tossed you on his bed, your back hitting the mattress with a thud. You took a deep breath as you leaned on your elbows, watching as he pulled his burgundy jumper over his head, his jeans following the same fate on the floor before he was crawling over you. He crashed his lips against yours again as his hand lifted your dress over your hips. His thigh settled between your thighs and he brushed it against your clothed clit, making you gasp softly.
โ€œPlease Billy.โ€ You said breathless, looking up at him with pleading eyes. His lips tugged into a smirk, thoroughly pleased by your begging.
โ€œYou want me to fill you up baby? Want me to fuck you into this mattess โ€˜til you forget how to talk to other guys?โ€ He said into your ear, words coated with arousal as he ran a hand over your thigh, fingers squeezing your skin.ย 
You nodded quickly.ย 
โ€œI wanna hear you say it.โ€ย 
You swallowed thickly and took a deep breath as you tried to speak, his almost black eyes staring at you so deeply that you knocked the air right out of your lungs, โ€œPlease Billy. Please fuck me, I need you.โ€ย 
The growl that rang in his throat was nearly animalistic, and he was flipping you over on your stomach in a matter of seconds. You gasped softly when your face hit the mattress and your arms were stretched out in front of you. Billy sat back on his knees behind you, one hand pulling your dress the rest of the way over your head, while the other tore your panties down your thighs. He took in the sight of you, all sprawled out in front of him, ass out and ready to let him take you as he pleased. Heโ€™d be lying if he said the sight didnโ€™t shoot straight to his cock.ย 
He spat on two fingers and without a prior warning, he pressed them against you, spreading the wetness over your clit. You gasped softly, the sound slowly turning into a quiet mewl as he drew quick circles over your clit. Though the sound quickly turned into a choked out cry when two long fingers slipped into your dripping core.ย 
โ€œOoh fuck Billy,โ€ You whimpered softly, your hands clenching the sheets as his fingers filled you.ย 
He took in your sounds happily as he pumped his fingers gradually quicker. He buried them knuckle deep each time he slammed them into you, your whimpers quickly turning into moans. He scissored them open with each snap of his wrist, your core soaking the palm of his hand. He could feel it too, the way your walls tightened around his fingers, the way your thighs shuddered and your toes curled. And he had you coming all over his hand the second his fingers curled against that one spot that made you see white. His fingers slowed as you shook violently, and only then he pulled his fingers out. He left you empty so suddenly you lifted your head to look at him over your shoulder. You caught him sucking on his fingers with closed eyes for a long second, and the sight made you clench around nothing.ย 
His eyes quickly opened to yours and he smirked as he tugged his boxer briefs down and kicked them behind him to join the rest of his clothes. He then leaned forward, taking himself in his hand as he positioned himself behind you. He rubbed the head of his cock through your folds a couple of times, coating himself in your slick. You whimpered again, your head falling forward as his name fell from your lips. He gave you a hum of acknowledgement and leaned over you, one hand pushed your head down against the mattress as the other lined up his cock at your entrance. Just as you whined at his forceful action he filled you, burying himself to the hilt with one snap of his hips. Your whine turned into a cry and your hand fisted the sheets as pleasure filled your body.ย 
Billy gave a breathy groan of satisfaction as your walls clenched around him. He held the back of your neck, making sure you kept your head down while the other gripped your hip, holding you perfectly in place as he drew his hips back, pulling almost all the way out before he snapped his hips forward. And again, and again until he was fucking you into the mattress, and it was anything but gentle.ย 
Your whines quickly turned into moans and muffled cries, and Billy always took particular note of the squeal that ripped from your throat everytime he hit that perfect spot. When it got hard to breathe, you turned your head so your cheek was pressed against the mattress instead, and Billyโ€™s hand moved from the back of your neck to wrap around your hair. And he happily took in the pathetic sounds each of his thrusts ripped from you.ย 
โ€œSound so fuckinโ€™ pretty makinโ€™ all those sounds for me.โ€ The head of his cock brushed against your g-spot and another squeal of his name left your mouth, proving his point, โ€œYou think your asshole friend woulda made you cry his name like that?โ€
You shook your head as much as you could, with the position you were in, but he wanted to hear you say it, so he pulled you up by your hair.ย 
โ€œSay it.โ€ย 
โ€œNo! Only you can!โ€ You probably sounded so pathetic, you knew your voice was shaking. He gave you a grunt in response as he leaned his body over yours, his chest pressed against your back and his lips found the back of your neck.
โ€œDidnโ€™t think so.โ€ He sunk in his teeth, sucking and biting that one spot in your neck he knew drove you insane, the pace of his pistoning hips never faltering.
The hand on your hair moved to the front of your neck, and the one of your hip also moved to your neck. He forced your head back, both of his hands holding your throat as he leaned down, lips capturing yours into a messy kiss. You could barely keep your lips closed long enough to kiss him properly. But he kept your head in place, and a guttural moan left his mouth when you pushed back on him as he fucked you, your ass meeting his hips.
โ€œShit, keep fuckinโ€™ yourself on my cock. Fuck just like that darlinโ€™.โ€ He hissed, his fingers digging into the column of your neck most likely to leave bruises heโ€™d brag about in the morning. โ€œFuck, youโ€™re fuckinโ€™ stupid if you think Iโ€™d want any other pussy when yours takes my cock so well.โ€ย 
โ€œPlease, please Billy Iโ€™mโ€”โ€ You didnโ€™t need to finish your sentence, he knew your body better than anyone else on this earth, he could feel the way you clenched his cock the same way you did his fingers, and he was pressing his fingers to your swollen clit in an instant.ย 
โ€œCome for me, do it now.โ€ He groaned in your ear, moving his hand to the base of your neck as he held you to his chest, his fingers on your clit moving at the same pace as his hips.ย 
It hit you quick, and fucking hard. You were shaking so hard you probably would have slipped right off his cock if he hadnโ€™t been holding you. And his name fell from your lips over and over as you came all over him. And with the way your walls gripped his cock like vice, he wasnโ€™t much further.
โ€œFuck, thatโ€™s my girl.โ€ His eyes rolled into the back of his head, curses sputtering from his lips as he gave you a few more thrusts before he held you down on his cock and spilled himself deep inside you with a breathy moan.ย 
His head fell forward, dark strands falling over his face and eyes still closed as he held you, his quick and uneven breaths filling your ears. Your own head fell back on his shoulder, eyes also closed as you reached back and your fingers brushed over the shorter hairs on the back of his head. He gave you a quiet hum, lips pressing against your neck briefly in a nonverbal praise before he pulled himself out of you, your mixed releases dripping down your thighs. He maneuvered you both into a spooning position, him behind you and you pulled flushed against his chest. Neither of you said anything for a little while, simply laying in comfortable silence as you both fell back into normal breathing.ย 
โ€œHey,โ€ He mumbled into your ear, and you half nodded in acknowledgement, โ€œYou know that if you ever, ever, need anythinโ€™ you call me. No one else.โ€
You bit your lip, turning your head to look at him over your shoulder, โ€œYeah.โ€ย 
โ€œYeah?โ€
You nodded, lips tugged into a sly smile, โ€œYeah. But y'know, I might need another reminder, just to be sure I donโ€™t forget.โ€ย 
Billy smirked, in the back of his head wanting to take you all over again for merely suggesting it. He gripped your jaw and pressed a hard but deep kiss to your lips before saying,
โ€œOh trust me baby, you wonโ€™t wanna talk to anyone else after Iโ€™m done with you.โ€
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Into My Web
Chapter 22
Dark!Vampire!Billy Russo x Female Reader
Cowritten with @the-cult-of-russo
Ratings: Explicit 18+ ONLY
Warnings: Although this chapter might not include it, this fic will include; Sexual situations, swearing, human slave, biting, blood, murder, obsessive thoughts, dub con, Stockholm syndrome, gaslighting.
A/N: Final chapter! We hope you've enjoyed this story as much as we did writing it! ๐Ÿ˜˜โค๏ธ
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The house was silent as you made your way back upstairs to the bedroom. The only sounds to comfort you were the wooden floor creaking under your bare feet and your sniffles. You went after him when he had left, when he ran away from you for the second time since he took you home months ago. Only this time it wasn't to save you from him, it was to save himself from you.
Your heart had dropped when you didn't find him anywhere, when you saw the empty driveway outside. You had cleaned up downstairs for him, leaving no trace of the evening ever happening, hoping itโ€™d please him when heโ€™d come back home, if he ever was coming back. The thought of him abandoning you was raw and excruciating.
You picked up the dress on the floor, your chest squeezing painfully at the fresh memory of you two dancing downstairs earlier, how wonderful it had felt, being in his arms that way. You put it away in the closet inside its fancy garment bag. You went through your bedtime routine on autopilot and hesitated, looking at the empty bed where he had left you. You could still see him looking back at you in horror, how you made him flee from his own bed, how you had been the one to fuck everthing up.
The pain was so deep, it made it hard to breathe. Anything would be better than this, this feeling, this hole inside you. You picked your pillow off the bed and walked to the closet without thinking, shutting the door behind you, locking yourself into it on purpose. You felt the usual panic kick in, the walls closing in on you from all sides. But you focused on it this time, wanting to feel anything else than your painful heartbreak. You put the pillow on the floor, picking one of his jackets in the dark to cover your shaking body now in a tight ball on the wooden floor.
You deserved this, the panic, the pain. Heโ€™d be pleased to find you here, punished without having to lift a finger. You broke down, unable to hold the panic at bay anymore. Your chest was racking with loud sobs and hyperventilated until your vision blurred, until you finally passed out and darkness took over.
By the time Billy got home, his head was still a jumbled mess. He'd come up with a solution to the problem but it didn't soothe him at all. When he stepped inside, he listened out for your heartbeat, feeling his body relax somewhat when he heard it. It was steady, you were asleep. He trudged up the stairs, his feet feeling heavy as he followed the sound of your heart. He wondered just how you reacted when he left. He couldn't imagine you'd been happy about it. When he got to his room, he frowned when he didn't see you in the bed like he expected. No, you weren't in bed. Because your heartbeat led him to the closet. He blinked at it, confused why you'd be asleep in there. You hated the closet, he'd used it as a torture chamber for you for months. He didn't understand why you'd voluntarily be in there.
He opened the door slowly, his frown deepening when he saw you curled up asleep on the floor. He could smell the salt still lingering on your cheeks from your tears. Apparently he'd made you cry by leaving the way he did. An odd and uncomfortable feeling hit his chest and it felt a lot like guilt. He loathed it. He crouched down in front of you, shaking your shoulder a little.
"Get up," he muttered, anger still boiling away inside of him from the god awful night he'd had. And now he was annoyed that you'd put yourself in the closet and he felt bad about it. He wasn't the one that put you in here yet he felt guilty anyway. And this was exactly why this wouldn't work anymore. Now he knew he felt something, it changed everything. He felt vile things like guilt over stupid shit and he didn't like it one bit. There was no way the situation could carry on as it had been. It was all ruined.
You looked up at his dark silhouette towering over you, the bedroom light behind him obscuring his features. You got up to your feet as he ordered you but you were unable to meet his eyes. He seemed furious at you still, agitated and it made you skittish. You wanted to say something to him but you couldnโ€™t find your voice so you stayed silent, looking down and waited.
He blew out a sigh at how you were acting, his head a swirl of too many things to pinpoint. The alcohol also wasn't helping. He put his fingers under your chin and tilted your face up to his. He looked at you for a moment, hating how the uncomfortable feeling in his chest got worse.
"Why are you in the closet?" He asked softly, dark eyes boring into you.
You opened your mouth a few times, not sure how to answer him or what to tell him.
โ€œI...I upset you. I made you leave your own bed and ruined the evening you had planned for us,โ€ you said, swallowing thickly when you heard your voice wavering.
โ€œI couldnโ€™t bear the thought of failing you, of upsetting you. So, I punished myself, knowing very well that was all I deserved for it,โ€ you added, your fingers playing with the hem of his shirt nervously.
The uncomfortable feeling turned into something more painful and he frowned before wrapping his arms around you. One of his large hands cradled the back of your head to his chest as he breathed in your scent and let it wash over him.
"It's fine. Let's justโ€ฆ forget about it, alright?" He asked with a sigh. He was done talking about it, all it did was remind him of the shitty situation he'd been put in.
โ€œOkay,โ€ you whispered, feeling better at being in his arms again. Yet there was an odd feeling at the nape of your neck, something instinctual nagging at you. You ignored it and pressed yourself closer to his body, focusing on him instead.
He moved away, cupping your cheeks as his eyes scanned your face, memorising every inch of it. You really were the most beautiful person he'd ever laid his eyes on. He tried to ignore the dull ache in his chest as he pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, lips lingering for a moment.
"C'mon," he said quietly, leading you out of the closet. He let your hand go once in the room and toed off his shoes as he started to undress. He felt exhausted. Confused, conflicted and that goddamn guilt was still eating at him. Like heavy chains wrapped tightly around him as they squeezed the life out of him.
You picked your pillow and moved into the bed, already naked since you didn't bother with clothes earlier. You looked at him as he undressed, your heart squeezing tightly at how handsome and perfect he was. You laid down on your side of the bed facing him and gave him a weak smile.
Once he was stripped down, he moved to climb into bed. He lay on his side facing you, tucking some of your hair behind your ear and letting his fingers trail down the side of your face.
"You're my favorite person, you know that?" He asked softly, allowing himself to be soft in the moment. It was confusing, being this angry yet feeling so gentle at the same time. He couldn't help it now he was here with you. He allowed himself to have a moment of raw honesty because it wasn't like it mattered now anyway.
You felt your heart stop and skip a beat, it made you gasp. His words washed over you, making you smile a little wider. You didnโ€™t trust your voice so you nodded, scooting closer to him, needing to be in his arms, safe.
He moved your face to his as he kissed you, soft at first before he deepened it. He savored the taste of your lips against his. Kissing you was something he really enjoyed, he could do it for hours. He'd question why his chest was burning so fiercely but he knew why. He was trying desperately to ignore it but it felt like his unbeating heart was being ripped right out of his chest.
Your body moved with the kiss, one hand buried in his hair as you kissed him back with all the love you had for him. You broke the kiss, gasping for air at the intensity of it. You looked up into his dark eyes, tried to read his thoughts for a second before kissing him again languidly. You slid on top of him, your legs straddling him, your lips never leaving his.
He groaned at feeling the weight of your body on his and his hands grasped your hips tightly. He kissed you hungrily as his fingers bit into your hips, arching up at you greedily. His more primal instincts were kicking in and his body was responding to you eagerly.
You reached down between your legs to fist him, rubbing the head of his cock on your folds and making him moan softly. His moan was music to your ears, knowing you were the one causing them. You needed him and wanted him now, no teasing, just him. You moved his dick to your entrance and slid onto him, drinking in his dirty groan.
He loved how you felt all tight and wet around him like this. His hands wandered your body as he arched up into you, letting the pleasure make his mind go blissfully blank. It was relieving for the quiet after all the noise.
You rode him deep and slow, enjoying how he felt inside you and hit all the right spots. You leaned down, resting your head on his forehead, running your hand in his hair. It hurt, your heart was painfully reminding you of the earlier rejection but you ignored it. You had him now, that was all you wanted to focus on.
It felt way more intense than usual and he moaned against your lips as he soaked in how good it felt with you fucking yourself on his cock. One of his hands moved to the back of your neck, his body moving against yours.
"You're so perfect," he murmured with a moan, the pleasure making his head fuzzier than the alcohol did.
You gasped, riding him harder to make up for the painful stabbing at your chest, you turned your head, closing your eyes tightly. You werenโ€™t gonna cry, he was here, he came back for you. Your lips crashed down to his, desire taking over your brain and body.
โ€œYours,โ€ you said quickly between kisses and pants.
Your words hit him hard and he almost came right away. He growled, wrapping his arms around you before rolling you both over. He pushed deeper inside of you with a dirty moan, his body over yours as he kissed you desperately. The pleasure was getting higher and higher and he was aware his eyes had changed. He was firmly keeping his fangs away though as he kissed you. The beast inside of him was clawing to get out and he knew he wouldn't be able to hold it off for too long, but he wanted to savor you first.
โ€œOh, Billy,โ€ you moaned, feeling your climax build up fast at the new position. You couldnโ€™t stop kissing him, your hands running all over his chest, his neck, his perfect face. You let a small whimper, feeling just on the edge of your orgasm, ready to fall apart any moment now.
He broke the kiss and trailed kisses down your cheek to your ear as he rut into you like an animal. He was struggling to hold back.
"Cum for me, kitten," he demanded roughly, his lips moving to your neck as he nipped and sucked on it. The sound of your fast heart beat and the feel of your pulse against his tongue had his mouth watering and his dick twitching inside of you.
You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, one hand tugging at his hair as the world fell down around you. You came hard and loud, holding on to him like a lifeline. A single tear ran down your temple to hide in your hair at the pleasure.
Feeling you tighten around him like that had him moaning and gasping and it was hard for him to stop himself coming with you. He kissed his way back up to your ear and even though the pleasure was intense, the burning in his chest suddenly got worse.
"You deserve better than me, Y/N," he muttered, not giving you a chance to respond as he let his fang descend and he sunk them into your neck. The first sip of your blood tasted like heaven and he moaned, his pleasure increasing tenfold as he came instantly and spilled himself inside of you.
Your entire body tensed up, feeling the stabbing and burning pain of his fangs ripping their way into your neck. You tried pushing him off you even though you knew he wouldnโ€™t budge an inch. All rational thoughts went out the window as the instinctual primal urge to flee kicked in.
โ€œBilly? Billy! Stop. Billy!โ€ You panicked, trying to snap him out of it.
A feral growl tore from his throat at you fighting back. He snatched your wrists, fangs not leaving your neck, as he pinned them roughly above your head using his vampire strength. Soft Billy was gone now, the beast was out and in full control. Your blood was like nothing he'd ever tasted before and he couldn't get enough of it. He drank from you greedily, his high from you mixing with the high from your blood. It was euphoric.
โ€œBilly! Please stop, please stop! Donโ€™t kill me, please,โ€ you sobbed kicking and clawing at him. You let out a terrified scream, everything started to spin in slow motion as he slowly killed you. You used the last of your strength to bite him out of it, your dull teeth sinking in his shoulder so hard you tasted blood. You fought for your life, begged him to stop until your body failed you. You fell back onto the mattress, into the arms of death, whispering his name one last time.
He didn't notice, the pain not even registering to him as he savored every drop of your blood. There was no guilt now, no feelings at all. His animalistic nature was at its peak and he was more beast than man. He could hear your heartbeat getting weaker and weaker as he continued to drain the life right out of you. The moment your heart stopped, something snapped in him as he moved away with a gasp. He didn't feel the euphoria anymore as he looked down at your pale and lifeless face. He blinked at you slowly, the burning in his chest feeling like someone stuffed a grenade into his chest, letting it go off. He tried to tell himself this was the only option but he couldn't stop the feeling of utter devastation that hit him like a train. He'd killed you. You were gone. He'd never be able to hear your sweet voice again, to hear your laugh or see how your face would light up with wonder as he showed you something you'd never seen before. He'd never be able to hold you in his arms or kiss your lips. You were just gone. Just another victim like all the others.
He growled, feeling his eyes prick with tears as he jumped off the bed, running a hand through his hair as he glared at your dead body. He hated you for driving him to do this. He hated the grief that settled over him like a sheet of ice and how the pain seemed to ricochet through his entire body. He'd never regret killing anyone and his body count was too high to even remember. Yet right now as he looked at you, all he felt was regret and he was drowning in it. But it was better this way. This was the only option.
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Run, Run, Run - Billy Russo
Here we have 2023's Halloween fic! I haven't written much fic this year and I can't promise that I'll write much/any next year, but I wanted to make sure I got this done. It's not edited or proof read beyond brief skims so sorry about that. It's also 17.2k so.
Warnings: Murder. Blood. Depiction of serial killer attacks. Discussion of scars and grief and fear.
Summary: The reader survives an attack by a known serial killer when they are in high school. Only the attacks start up again when they are older and in another state. Is it related to the first attacks? Is it a copy cat? And more importantly...is it someone the reader knows?
As always, thank you for reading and I hope you enjoy!
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You hadnโ€™t been to many parties since you started high school, but the ones you had gone to had always gotten rowdy. Spilled out all over a house except for any rooms marked Occupied or Out of Bounds. The front and back yards would be covered in cans and bottles and cups. And quite a few people passed out.
This party might be in full swing, but it was nothing like the last parties youโ€™d gone to. There were a lot of people, but everyone was squished into the basement den. A few went up into the kitchen in sets of two or three or more, but they all came right back after they got a refill or more snacks.
As it was, there were only about twenty people at this party. Once upon a time thatโ€™d be laughed at, considered a failure of a party, but this time? You were honestly surprised to see this many people at the graduation party most people had been looking forward to.
Why were things different this time? Simple.ย 
Over the last three weeks, seven people had been brutally murdered in your small, sleepy coastal town. Four teenagers, one parent, one police officer, and one unlucky Good Samaritan. Everyone said that nothing like this had ever happened here before and you believed it. It wasnโ€™t a place where people left their doors unlocked, but murders? Multiple murders in just a few weeks? It was unheard of.
The media named the murderer the Seaside Slasher, but tonight everyone had his real name. He had been caught when he fled the scene of his last murder. No one recognized the name as being a local. As terrifying as it was that a random man had come to your town to brutally murder complete strangers, it didnโ€™t matter. It was over. He was in jail.
Parents had reluctantly granted permission for the seniors to go to parties as a way to celebrate the upcoming graduation and a way to mourn the loss of their classmates. Your parents had been very hesitant to grant permission, but your older brother who had come to town made them agree that you deserved to let loose.
Not that this party was much of a way to do that. Music played so softly that you could barely hear it, teenagers sat around and talked quietly. You hadnโ€™t expected a blowout or anything, but this felt more like study hall.ย 
You could either stay here and be reminded of the horrors of the last few weeks or you could go home and actually relax. It wasnโ€™t a hard decision.
A quiet goodbye to your group of friends later, you went up the stairs and slipped your shoes on. You checked your purse for your things and then headed to the front door.
โ€œWhere you headed sweetie?โ€
You turned around and saw the mom of the student whose house you were in. You smiled as you hoisted your purse over your shoulder.
โ€œIโ€™m going to head home. My parents didnโ€™t want me out for long with everything.โ€
The mom smiled, but you could tell it was with a heavy heart. She looked out the glass of the front door and frowned a bit.
โ€œItโ€™s late. Do you want me or my husband to drive you?โ€
That wasnโ€™t a rare occurrence even without the murders still hanging over the heads of everyone, but you still shook your head.
โ€œNo, I live one street over, on Granite Avenue. It wonโ€™t take long.โ€
She laughed a bit as she reached out and touched my shoulder.
โ€œI suppose I shouldnโ€™t be so cautious. He was caught, wasnโ€™t he? Weโ€™re safe now.โ€
โ€œBut itโ€™s hard to switch gears that fast,โ€ you added, since thatโ€™s exactly how your parents had worded it. She laughed as if you had read her mind, but you could see she was still a bit hesitant to let you walk. โ€œIโ€™ll call once Iโ€™m home. Howโ€™s that?โ€
With your friendโ€™s mom placated, you headed out into the night air. It wasnโ€™t overbearingly hot, even though summer was right at the cusp. Living this close to the coast meant there was also a little bit of a breeze though.
You walked down the street a few blocks before you cut across to your own street. There werenโ€™t many sounds in the distance, just the sound of your feet on the asphalt, but you still felt the hair rise on the back of your neck the longer you were out. You sped up your pace until you could see your house clearly, the front porch light on to welcome you home.
Maybe your parents had the right idea to not want you to go out. It didnโ€™t matter that you were safe, right then you felt like you were being hunted.
On the front porch you pulled out your key and let yourself in. There were no lights on upstairs or in the living room as you put your purse down and tugged off your shoes. You bypassed the stairs and went to the kitchen to grab a glass of water. With it in your hand, you took a few sips before you headed to the stairs that led down to the den where your brother was staying. There wasnโ€™t an overhead light on but flickers from the television. He was probably awake though and you wanted to let someone know that you were home.
Down the stairs, you looked over to the couch and saw the back of your brotherโ€™s head as he was facing the television which was on the local news on mute. Right as you opened your mouth to say something to alert him to your presence, you saw what was on the television screen.
Captions ran across the bottom of the screen in a delay to the way the anchorโ€™s mouth was moving, but you saw the picture in the corner of the screen and the tag under it.
SEASIDE SLASHER ESCAPED POLICE CUSTODY
โ€œOh god,โ€ you whispered as you stared at the news footage. Somehow the murderer had gotten free and whereabouts were unknown.ย 
You needed to call your friend and let them know that you were home and also what had happened, in case they didnโ€™t already know. You needed to wake your parents. You needed toโ€ฆ
โ€œJere?โ€
You whispered your brotherโ€™s name, not wanting to scare him, but he didnโ€™t budge from watching the news. You flicked the light on which would have ordinarily caused him to at least jerk but he didnโ€™t move still.
Unease filled you as you tiptoed across the carpet to the edge of the couch. As you peered around, multiple things happened at once.
The first was that you saw your brother, his eyes dull and face slack as blood oozed from his neck. He was propped up on the couch to look like he was still alive, but he very much wasnโ€™t.ย 
The second was that crumpled on the floor in front of the couch, hidden from view at first, was your mom. Her face was upturned a bit, but had the same dull eyed look as your brother as she laid in a pool of blood that soaked into the thick carpet underfoot.
The third was that, from the corner of your eye, you saw something move in the reflection of the framed picture of your family that hung over the television. That split second heads up is what made you spin around only to be face to face with a masked murderer who held a bloodied knife in his hand.
The scream came out of you all at once, from the horror of seeing your murdered brother and sister to the terror of being face to face with their murderer. It all happened so quickly that you just screamed for it all as you immediately started to run. You tossed the glass of water you held at his face as you took off across the room.
It meant you had to run through the pool of blood and you felt your socks soak in some of it as you did, but you couldnโ€™t focus on that. You couldnโ€™t focus on the fact that youโ€™d just run past the dead bodies of your loved ones. You could only focus on survival.
Another scream came out of your throat and you felt something slash against your shoulder. He had caught up to you. You bounced off the wall and then darted behind the couch, desperate to get to the stairs, but he was right on you. Your hand grasped a picture frame from the shelf nearest you and you spun around to slam it against his face as you scrambled, screaming as his knife cut into your stomach. You needed to put distance between you and him, needed to get up the stairs. Needed toโ€ฆ
Was your dad even alive? Maybe he had been killed too. Maybe there was no one in the house to hear you scream.
Your face was slammed against the corner of the wall near the stairs, another slash of the knife as it went across your shoulder blades. The den wasnโ€™t large enough to run from him, nowhere to hide. You were going to be killed, you were going to beโ€”
A thunderous noise came to your attention right before someone came down the stairs and barreled into the body that was holding you against the wall, the knife carving against your back and the back of your arm as he was ripped away. You screamed as you spun around, but you watched as your dad wrestled the masked man to the floor and ripped the knife from his hands. Even though the other man fought back, your dad had something to help him.
Cuffs. He was in his police uniform so he must have just gotten home and heard your screams.ย 
As your heart stopped pounding in your ears you heard your dadโ€™s voice break through the fog.
โ€œโ€“911, okay? You need to call 911!โ€ย 
You stumbled over to the landline that was kept in the den, your feet screaming as you did, but you didnโ€™t focus on that. Just on getting to the phone. Hitting the 9 then the 1 then the 1 again. Then you slumped against the ground as a voice came across to ask what was your emergency.
โ€œPlease,โ€ you begged softly as your eyes went to the dead bodies that you could clearly see, your eyes welling up with tears as you felt nausea roll through you. โ€œOh god, please justโ€ฆplease.โ€
A bloodied hand entered your vision and you screamed, but your dad bent down so that you could see his face.
โ€œGive me the phone sweetheart, let me,โ€ he said, tears in his eyes.ย 
You must have given it to him. Or maybe he just took it from you. Either way, you watched as he walked back to where he had tackled the masked man as he spoke quickly into the phone. He stumbled over to the body of your mom and knelt down, those tears now pouring over his cheeks. You couldnโ€™t hear his words, but you closed your eyes so you couldnโ€™t see it anymore.ย 
Everything hurt. Your feet from walking through broken glass, either from your water that youโ€™d thrown or the picture youโ€™d smashed against his face. Your back from the multiple knife slashes. Your stomach from the knife. Both of your arms from the knife. Your head from being bashed into the wall.
Your heart. Thatโ€™s what hurt worse.ย 
โ€”
โ€œYou sure this is what you want?โ€
You looked over at your dad and then back down to the papers in your hands. It listed the information about your dorm room assignment and orientation. You were about 30 miles away from the city but your dad was finally asking the question you knew had been on the tip of his tongue since you had told him that you had gotten into NYU.
โ€œLittle late to change my mind, isnโ€™t it?โ€
โ€œNot at all. Iโ€™ll turn this car around right now if you ask me to.โ€
You knew he would, but you didnโ€™t want him to.
At one point you had contemplated going to a college closer to home, maybe driving in to see your parents every now and then. Maybe youโ€™d go to your brotherโ€™s college. Thenโ€ฆ
โ€œThis is what I want,โ€ you said softly as you looked out of the window to the cars that were all heading the same direction.
โ€œOkay sweetheart,โ€ your dad replied equally softly. โ€œYou know Iโ€™ll worry about you in a city like New York, but I canโ€™t fault you for wanting to get as far away as you can.โ€
Your arms subconsciously came around your stomach, fingers searching out the rigid raised scar that stretched beside your naval almost to your side.
โ€œBad things happen in the city, but bad things happen in small towns too,โ€ you reminded your dad, as if he ever needed a reminder.ย 
As if he hadnโ€™t nailed the door to the den shut the day of the funeral.
โ€œMaybe Iโ€™ll move out this way too,โ€ he said instead of addressing your comment. โ€œLess travel so we can see each other.โ€
Normally the thought of a parent moving to be closer to where you were going to college would seem embarrassing or ridiculous. This time it sounded like a good idea.
โ€œMaybe you should,โ€ you replied as you looked over at your dad, the bags under his eyes and the gray that seemed to sprout up in the last six months. โ€œI think that would be a good idea.โ€
โ€”
Your roommate was out at another party, but you didnโ€™t mind. Youโ€™d gotten used to the solitude, even surrounded by people as you were in New York.
Instead you stared at the computer screen where you had been doing homework. An email had come into your personal box and desperate for a change in pace, youโ€™d opened it. Now you were unable to look away.
A news alert. Youโ€™d set it up before you left for college, although this was the first alert youโ€™d gotten. The article was short and to the point, but you kept staring at the headline.
SEASIDE SLASHER SENTENCED TO DEATH
Your phone rang as you read the words again and you answered without looking at the caller ID. You already knew who it was.
โ€œDid you seeโ€“โ€
โ€œYes,โ€ you said quickly, cutting your dad off. โ€œYeah, Iโ€™m looking at it now.โ€
Both of you sat in silence on the phone for a few more minutes, neither of you sure what to say at first.
โ€œItโ€™ll be years before itโ€™s actually carried out,โ€ your dad said finally. โ€œThese things go through certain stages and he can appeal but, itโ€™s not like thereโ€™s much chance of him winning. Justice will be served.โ€
You closed your eyes and flipped through memories of that night like a flipbook. You felt the horror and terror and pain flow through you all over again.
โ€œGood.โ€
โ€”
โ€œYouโ€™ll never guess who I saw earlier,โ€ your friend Karen said as she flopped down onto your couch. โ€œNever in a million years guess.โ€
โ€œFrank Castle,โ€ you teased back, not needing to guess.ย 
Her laughter was a good enough answer to tell you that you were right. You laughed as you spun around in your desk chair to look at her.
โ€œAnd? Did he ask you out or are you continuing to pretend not to like him?โ€
This was a pretty common sight in your tiny little apartment. You and Karen had met in college and stayed friends even with both of you having hectic lives. Now, out in the real world as it was, you two still hung out a few times a week. To the point where you each had keys to the otherโ€™s places.
โ€œHe asked me out.โ€
You let out a whoop and pumped your fist in the air.ย 
โ€œKnew he had it in him!โ€
โ€œOh shut up,โ€ she laughed even as she got a starry look in her eyes. โ€œI think Iโ€™ve led him on quite a chase already.โ€
Those two had circled each other for a while, neither one relenting at first even though it was obvious they both liked each other. You were almost annoyed at how perfect they were for each other.
โ€œHe said he has this friend named Kevin. He wanted to know ifโ€ฆโ€
You werenโ€™t sure why Karen had trailed off until you realized you were frowning.ย 
โ€œNo blind dates,โ€ you said as you spun back around to your computer. โ€œI appreciate it and all, but Iโ€™m fine.โ€
Your hand went down to your stomach and traced the ridge of the scar in a familiar fashion. You knew without looking that Karen had caught the gesture.
โ€œI know that your first time ended badly, but not every guy is going toโ€ฆโ€
She trailed off but you turned to look at her.
โ€œTo what, freak out when he sees me naked because I look like someone tried to unsuccessfully gut me like a fish?โ€
Your college boyfriend had been surprised when heโ€™d seen you without a shirt on, but that wasnโ€™t what had ruined the mood. Even when heโ€™d seen the scars on your back or your arms, he would still have been willing to go further, but it was you that stopped it.
Simply because he had asked โ€œwhat happened?โ€ As if that wasnโ€™t a reasonable question at that moment.
โ€œI know that you donโ€™t like talking about what happened,โ€ Karen started softly, and then a little more forceful when you scoffed, โ€œbut you canโ€™t keep going like this. You rarely leave your apartment unless itโ€™s to come to mine, you never date because you donโ€™t want to talk to anyone about what happened, you only ever talk to me or your dad. Itโ€™s not healthy.โ€
The hand that had pressed against the scar reached up to work the mouse on your computer, although your eyes were unfocused as your mind replayed Karenโ€™s words over and over again.
โ€œHave you thought about going back to a counselor?โ€
You shook the mouse to make the screensaver go away.
โ€œThe last one looked freaked out when I tried to explain what happened. Hard to go back to one after that.โ€
Karen was one of the only people in the city that knew what had happened to you. It had happened one night about two years into being friends when the two of you had gone out drinking. Youโ€™d gotten spooked by someone wearing a ski mask, even though it was winter and obviously cold outside. Karen had found you having a panic attack in the bathroom and everything had just flowed out of you.
She was a great friend, your best friend. That was the only reason you didnโ€™t kick her out of your apartment as she pushed for you to better yourself.
Except you didnโ€™t want to keep having this conversation, so you opened your mouth to change topic but your cell ringing stopped you. Your dadโ€™s picture showed up so you answered it with a smile.
โ€œHey dad.โ€
โ€œHey sweetheart,โ€ he started, his voice slow and careful. โ€œWhat are you up to?โ€
โ€œJust sitting at my apartment with Karen,โ€ you said as you turned back to Karen who called out a hello to your dad as she picked up a magazine off your coffee table. โ€œWhatโ€™s up?โ€
It took a moment before he answered.
โ€œHave you been watching the news?โ€
Both you and your dad lived in New York, although he was a ways away from the city, but you knew he didnโ€™t mean the local news. Not even state news. There was something in his voice that told you he meant the news back home.
โ€œNo,โ€ you said as you turned to your computer and typed in a search. โ€œI turned off my alerts a while back. Why, whatโ€ฆoh.โ€
The headline was the first one that popped up, sixteen hours old.
SEASIDE SLASHER EXECUTED
The article wasnโ€™t very long, but you read through it twice just in case. Pretty to the point. No stay of execution was ordered, so the execution had been scheduled. Some of the family members of the victims were present, noticeably absent was the family of the last victims but you and your dadโ€™s names werenโ€™t listed at least. His last words were quoted near the bottom of the article.
โ€œYou have no idea. Iโ€™ll be back.โ€
You closed your eyes and took a few breaths until you were regulated once more. When you opened your eyes, Karen was standing beside you and obviously reading the screen because her hand went to your shoulder to give you an encouraging squeeze.
โ€œI guess itโ€™s over,โ€ you said as you covered her hand with yours.
โ€œI guess so,โ€ your dad said back.
For some reason, neither of you sounded convinced.
โ€”
It had been Frankโ€™s idea to leave the city for a few days. While his reasoning was different from yours, you had to admit that you werenโ€™t against the idea. It was around Halloween and while that holiday had not always been an issue for you, sometime over the last few years you just started to react differently.ย 
Even though the man that had killed multiple people in your town, including your mom and brother, had been executed a few years ago, you still felt like you couldnโ€™t fully breathe and be at ease. You didnโ€™t know how to explain it, but thatโ€™s just how you felt. Halloween in the city meant seeing people dressed in costumes and a majority of that wasnโ€™t a problem. It just put you more on edge.
Not that your apartment ever got trick or treaters.Still.
โ€œMy friend is gonna come out to join us,โ€ Frank said as he carried your bags into the little cabin. โ€œBefore you say anything, itโ€™s not a setup kind of thing. Billy is just like a brother to me, I want him to meet the girl thatโ€™s like a sister to Karen.โ€
โ€œKaren already told me. Plus Iโ€™ve heard a lot about this Billy guy over the years, itโ€™d be nice to actually meet him.โ€
Frank was a great guy and had been great to Karen since the two of them had gotten their shit together to start dating. You hadnโ€™t known that Frank was military when the two of them first met, but they made it work. In fact you couldnโ€™t think of any couple that was as in love as the two of them.
So no, you knew that Frank wasnโ€™t the type to try to push a blind date on you. Youโ€™d heard a hundred stories about Billy Russo but whenever they were back in the city, you werenโ€™t able to meet up. Sometimes it was for legitimate reasons, deadlines for work or that one memorable Thanksgiving you had the stomach flu. Sometimes it was just because your anxiety and fear had gotten triggered by other situations and you couldnโ€™t leave your house.
This was good though. You were out in the world which always made Karen happy, you were going to meet Frankโ€™s best friend which would make him happy, and you were secluded from any potential jumpscares that Halloween might provide which made you happy. It was a win-win-win.ย 
Two frozen pizzas were popped into the oven and the three of you settled into the living room to watch a movie. Frank got updates from Billy on his own travel out from the city to a remote cabin that you all had rented for the long weekend. When youโ€™d asked why he hadnโ€™t met up with you all to head out together, Frank revealed that Billy liked to do things on his own.
You understood that.ย 
The movie was some actiony Blockbuster that you only vaguely recognized the name of, but it wasnโ€™t really meant to keep everyoneโ€™s attention. It was more background noise while the three of you talked. Karen was in the middle of a story from her work at the law office when what sounded like a car pulling up had all of you looking over to the door.
โ€œBill said he still had an hour left,โ€ Frank said as he checked his phone again. Then he stood up and approached the door and looked through the glass. โ€œHuh. I donโ€™t see a car besides ours.โ€
Karen frowned and got up to move over to the large glass windows that you had pulled the curtains closed on. She opened them just a bit and looked around.
โ€œThink they drove around to the back? The driveway wraps around the house.โ€
Frank walked out of the living room and into the kitchen to check back there, but called that there wasnโ€™t a car there either.ย 
โ€œMaybe someone just turned around in the driveway and was gone before you got up?โ€ you offered as you tried not to let yourself get swept away in worry and fear.
โ€œThatโ€ฆis a good possibility,โ€ Karen agreed as she let go of the curtains and moved to sit next to you once more. โ€œOut here away from the city you can hear everything like that. It didnโ€™t sound too close, now that Iโ€™m thinking about it.โ€
Frank came back into the living room with another piece of pizza halfway eaten already as he nodded in agreement. He sat down on the chair closest to the television and put his feet back up on the coffee table.
โ€œI always forget you both are from small towns,โ€ he said as he wiped his hands on a napkin before he crumpled it and tossed it with the rest of the dinnerโ€™s debris on the coffee table. โ€œIโ€™m used to cities.โ€
You stretched your legs out and then moved so that you were sitting criss cross on the couch cushion.
โ€œMy town was tiny. The kind of place where everyone knew everyone, secrets were nearly impossible to have, people felt comfortable going to anyoneโ€™s house and asking for something if they needed it. It wasโ€ฆit was a great place to grow up.โ€
You waved off Frankโ€™s look of concern with a small laugh.
โ€œItโ€™s okay, Iโ€™m okay. The last therapist said that I needed to get better about talking about the good things from my past. It wasnโ€™t allโ€ฆbad.โ€
Karen reached over and squeezed your hand in support which just made your chest swell with a bitter happiness. How bad off were you that you could be praised for doing something as simple as talking about the good days of your past?
Knock knock.
All three of you looked over at the door. Frank glanced over at his phone once more and then stood up. He went to the door and looked out of the small window, but didnโ€™t seem to see anyone. When his hand went to the bolt, you opened your mouth but immediately closed it.
This was just a normal situation. It wasnโ€™t anything to get worked up about. If you gave into your fear every time something happened that was out of your hands, youโ€™d never get to have a normal life.
He opened the door just a few inches and looked out, the light from the house flooding out onto the porch. He flicked on the overhead light but didnโ€™t open the glass door to step out and check.
Tap tap tap.
All of you looked over to the window that was in front of you, angled so that someone standing in front of it wouldnโ€™t be visible from the front door. You opened your mouth and looked over at Karen who was frowning. Frank held a hand out, but Karen stood up and marched over to the window. She didnโ€™t pull the curtains wide, but she didnโ€™t have to. The moment she pulled them even partially open, the sight made her scream and jump backwards.
There was someone just outside of the window dressed in a black hoodie with a Halloween mask on their face. You recognized the mask from some horror film or other that had come out years and years ago, but that didnโ€™t really click. Instead you found yourself staring at the mask, mouth open as if to scream, but nothing coming out.
Things happened very quickly after that. Karen had turned to Frank who was already out of the house in the blink of an eye. You were up and launching yourself to the kitchen, hands fumbling as you pulled open drawer after drawer before you found the knives. You grabbed the largest one and swung around, but then you jumped back as you saw the person with the mask was in the living room.
Except the mask was in his hand and you recognized him. It was Frankโ€™s friend Billy. Frankโ€™s friend Billy who was being yelled at by Karen as she yanked the mask out of his hand.
Your body was still in fight or flight, the knife held aloft as if to ward off anyone from coming closer. When someone did move closer to you, you recognized that it was Frank but still couldnโ€™t lower your arm. You heard your name being called, heard Karen say your name as well, but you still couldnโ€™t move.ย 
You were safe as long as you stayed right where you were. Your back was to a solid wall, the knife was in front of you. You would be safe, you would beโ€ฆ
โ€œItโ€™s alright, youโ€™re alright,โ€ a voice softly called to you from your left. You turned your head and saw Karen, a few feet away with her hands up, her face paler than youโ€™d ever seen it. โ€œIt was just a mistake, a stupid prank. Everything is okay.โ€
Your eyes looked past Karen and Frank to where Billy stood, his eyes wide as he stared back at you. He raised his hands slowly and showed his palms. Then he spoke, or maybe just mouthed the words.
You are safe.
Safe. You shut your eyes for a moment and then when you opened them back up, the haze you had gone under when everything had happened was lifted. You dropped the knife and shrank back into the wall so that you wouldnโ€™t crumple.ย 
โ€œOh god,โ€ you whimpered as you looked over at Karen, โ€œIโ€™m sorry. I didnโ€™t hurt anyone, did I?โ€
โ€œNo, of course not,โ€ Frank answered as he grabbed the knife and put it on the counter.ย 
Karen swooshed in and wrapped you in a hug. You held on as tight as you could and buried your face in her shoulder. You werenโ€™t crying, no tears and no body wracking sobs. Just shook as adrenaline fled your body.
โ€œI am so sorry,โ€ a new voice said a few feet away. When you glanced up, you met Billyโ€™s dark eyes as he stared at you and Karen. โ€œI didnโ€™tโ€ฆI didnโ€™t know. I thought it would be a funny prank, I didnโ€™t know.โ€
Didnโ€™t know what? You remembered seeing Karen yell at him as she pulled the mask from his hand and you assumed that maybe she had said something. Something to let him know that he just traumatized you a bit.
You sniffled and pulled away from Karen. Then you stepped a little closer to Billy.
โ€œWe havenโ€™t been formally introduced. Hi, Iโ€™mโ€ฆa survivor of a masked serial killer.โ€
Billy let out a shocked laugh and held his hand out to you.
โ€œNice to meet you.โ€
โ€”
Karen and Frank had gone to bed around midnight and although you should have done the same, you found yourself still sitting in the living room with Billy at almost two in the morning. Once everything had settled down and Billy had apologized again for scaring you, you all had gone into the living room to talk and try to recoup from the events that had happened.ย 
Once the couple had gone to bed, the comfortable silence had made you say something you hadnโ€™t expected.
โ€œIt was my senior year. In total, nine people were killed. Including my mom and my brother. I think I was going to be number ten if my dad hadnโ€™t arrived.โ€
With that, you spilled the whole story in a way youโ€™d only done with Karen and with a few therapists. You told Billy everything that had happened and how it made you feel.ย 
โ€œI donโ€™t leave my apartment much,โ€ you admitted as you stared down at where your fingers were picking at the thread on the blanket over your lap. โ€œKaren has helped a lot with that, and Frank too now. They help me get out and feelโ€ฆsafe. Halloween is a hard time because of the masks. Itโ€™s like I go right back to the den that night, feel like Iโ€™m going to die.โ€
โ€œIโ€™m really sorry about everything. I had no idea.โ€
โ€œI know,โ€ you whispered softly as you looked over to where Billy was watching you. โ€œTo be honest, thatโ€™s the scariest thing thatโ€™s happened to me sinceโ€ฆsince the attack. As messed up as it is, I thinkโ€ฆI think it helped me.โ€
Billy tilted his head to show that he was listening, but he didnโ€™t say anything. As if he knew him speaking would make you not say what was on your mind.
โ€œIโ€™ve been in a holding pattern since it all happened. I moved to the city for college and then I got an apartment and a job and somewhat of a life, but thereโ€™s a part of me that never left my hometown. A part of me that is still running around that room, thinking I was going to die. Tonight, when I was scared for my life again, I didnโ€™t run. Or well, I did, but I was going to fight. I was going toโ€ฆI wasnโ€™t going to be caught unprepared again. I was going to fight.โ€
You bit your bottom lip as you looked down at your hands. Then slowly you grabbed your shirt and pulled up the hem to show your scar. It was the first time youโ€™d voluntarily shown anyone besides doctors or Karen.
โ€œThis is just one of them, but...I was always ashamed. That I came out of that terrible night with just some scars. It never felt right that I was alive with just scars, when everyone else was gone.โ€
Billyโ€™s eyes had moved down to the scar along your stomach, but the way they lingered didnโ€™t make you feel hideous or like he thought you were a freak. In fact, the way his eyes moved along the skin made butterflies appear in your stomach.
โ€œSurvivorโ€™s guilt is a difficult thing,โ€ he said as he finally raised his eyes to meet yours. โ€œYou have that fear, but you also feel guilty. Like you shouldnโ€™t get to be carefree because you donโ€™t think you should have survived.โ€
You lowered your shirt and thought about that, let it sit for a while. Then you closed your eyes and laughed.
โ€œSix therapists. Iโ€™ve seen six therapists and no one has put it so perfectly.โ€
Billy leaned his head back against the couch for a moment and then looked over at you.
โ€œEvery tour that Frankie and I do, I always tell myself that I probably wonโ€™t make it back. I make smart decisions and I do what I can to survive, but I accepted a long time ago that no one would notice if I was gone.โ€
โ€œFrank would,โ€ you said softly, your eyes darting over to the hallway where Karen and Frankโ€™s room was. โ€œHe said that youโ€™re like a brother to him.โ€
When you looked back at Billy, he was staring at you with an emotion you couldnโ€™t name.
โ€œThe guy. What happened to him?โ€
The jump from topics made you confused for a moment before you shook your head to clear it a bit.
โ€œHe was sentenced to death and a few years ago, he was executed.โ€
Billy nodded as he stood up, stretching a bit until his back popped.
โ€œGood. Thatโ€™sโ€ฆgood.โ€
He moved into the kitchen and you didnโ€™t follow or try to speak to him while he was in there. You had a feeling that Billy was going through his own journey with the things that weighed on him, but you werenโ€™t going to push.
When he came back into the living room, he gestured to the hall.
โ€œShould probably head to bed. Itโ€™s late.โ€
You nodded and stood up. To extend the time with Billy, you grabbed the trash from the coffee table and moved into the kitchen to throw it away. When you opened the trash can, you stared down at the mask that had started it all.
โ€œHere,โ€ Billy said as he took the trash from you and pushed it into the can, burying the mask completely. โ€œLike it never happened.โ€
You glanced up at Billyโ€™s face and then nodded, even though you knew that wasnโ€™t what you felt like at all. Just like you had said to Billy, you felt like the whole ordeal pushed you into the healing part of your journey. Now you honestly felt like you could breathe again.
It had been a long time coming, but you were starting to feel whole once more.
โ€”
โ€œI have a box of picture frames. Where do you want it?โ€
Karen looked over at you and then glanced at the messy living room.ย 
โ€œPut them on the coffee table for now? Honestly I have no idea what I want to do with this place.โ€
You laughed when you placed the heavy box on the coffee table. Honestly you didnโ€™t blame Karen for being a bit overwhelmed. Frank and Billy and Curtis had moved the furniture into the house over the weekend so you and Karen took it on yourself to unpack as much as you could.
Karen and Frankโ€™s new house was very nice and as everything was unloaded, it slowly became more and more like a home. You were happy for the two of them, even if you were a little envious.
Since that Halloween cabin trip, you had made a lot of strides with getting over your past. Even so, you were just starting to get your life back together.
Including going on a few dates over the last few weeks. Still nothing serious, but casual dating isnโ€™t bad every now and then.ย 
As you unpacked books for the bookshelf, you let your mind wander to Billy. Since that trip, all of you had gotten together a few times for other trips or just for a meal and a laugh. When Frank and Billy were deployed again, you and Karen sent care packages and kept in touch with them. It felt natural.ย 
Karen got your attention as she came through with a box.
โ€œIโ€™m taking these clothes upstairs. Wanna stop for lunch soon?โ€
You agreed as you broke down the box you had been pulling stuff out of for the bookshelf. As you opened the next box, your phone started to ring in your pocket. When you looked at the screen, you saw Billyโ€™s contact on there and answered immediately.
โ€œHey Billy,โ€ you greeted as you started to pull the books out for the bookshelf.
When his voice came through, it was obvious he was calling from his car.
โ€œHey, uh, you and Karen unpacking?โ€
โ€œYeah, about to stop for lunch though. Whatโ€™s up?โ€
He didnโ€™t say anything at first which made you stop unloading the box. You stood up and turned as if you expected to see him behind you, even though you could still hear the car in the background.
โ€œHave you seen the news? From your old town.โ€
Your chest felt like it became a bit too tight at those words. The last time youโ€™d heard a version of that, it was your dad calling to tell you about the execution.
โ€œNo.โ€
He sighed a bit which made you tense to the point where you had to turn to sit down on the chair nearest you.
โ€œThere was an attack in your town two nights ago. From what I know, it wasโ€ฆyour childhood home.โ€
There was a moment where you were really glad you sat down because otherwise you think your legs would have given out. As your mind swirled, you tried to think of what to ask first.
You knew that Billy had looked into your story after you told him about it. Hearing your version of events made him want to see it from start to finish so heโ€™d looked it up. There was still a lot of information on it, including the lack of any real motive.
โ€œAn attack?โ€
โ€œThe police were called to the house when they heard screams. The mom and a son were on an overnight field trip so it was just the dad and daughter in the house. By the time they got there, the dad and daughter had both been brutally murdered.โ€
You closed your eyes and remembered what it felt like to have someone break into your house with the intention of killing you.
โ€œThey were found in the finished basement on the floor.โ€
Suddenly it felt like you couldnโ€™t catch your breath. Your mouth went dry as you thought about stepping into the basement den and finding your mom and brother. The healed scars felt like they were bleeding and even though it was impossible, you still reached into your shirt to see if there was any blood from the scar.
Nothing.
โ€œDid they find who did it?โ€
โ€œThey were gone, but there was a note stabbed to the door. It just had a date on it.โ€
โ€œWhat date?โ€
When Billy said the date that was on the note, you half expected it to be the date you had been attacked, but it wasnโ€™t. It was only from a few years ago, so you didnโ€™t think it had anything to do with what had happened, just a coincidence.
Untilโ€ฆ
โ€œWasnโ€™t that the date he was executed?โ€
You closed your eyes as you realized that Billy was right. It had been a while since youโ€™d thought about the date, but thinking about it you were pretty sure that Billy was right.
โ€œHis uh, his last words were that heโ€™d be back.โ€
โ€œThatโ€™s impossible. Heโ€™s dead, thereโ€™s no way he can be back.โ€
You almost laughed because yes, you knew that. You knew that it was impossible, but thatโ€™s what he said either way. Instead you felt tears start to gather in your eyes as you settled more into the chair.
โ€œIโ€™d come by but Iโ€™m out of town. Maybe stay with Karen and Frankie tonight, okay? Justโ€ฆI donโ€™t think youโ€™re in danger, but I still donโ€™t think you should be alone.โ€
You nodded and wiped at your eyes.
โ€œThanks Billy. Iโ€™ll talk to Karen when she comes downstairs. Iโ€™ll uh, Iโ€™ll talk to you later? Drive safely.โ€
โ€œItโ€™s all going to be okay. I promise.โ€
You hoped he was right but you didnโ€™t know. Nothing felt right at the moment.
All you knew was as the call with Billy ended, you needed to call your dad to let him know about it. Once upon a time you thought that things were over, but not anymore. Now you were thinking things were just about to begin.
โ€”
It was dark out as you made your way through the parking lot to where your car was parked. In the background you could hear your coworkers laughing as they headed to their own cars. A shouted invitation to join them at the bar came over, but you waved them off and promised next time.
Which youโ€™d actually follow through with. It wasnโ€™t like it had been before, where you kept to yourself at all times. Youโ€™d branched out, made friends, started working from the office just as much as you worked from home. You still kept certain things to yourself of course, a habit you were unable to break anytime soon, but you opened yourself up to people.
The car chirped as you unlocked it and slid into the front seat, immediately locking the doors again. As you started the car, you noticed something on your windshield. A folded piece of paper tucked under your windshield wiper.ย 
Carefully you leaned forward and leaned out of the window to pull the paper out of the wiper. It came free after a tug. Once settled back in the seat, you rolled the window back up and looked at the paper. You unfolded it and stared at it.
Did you miss me?
Your hands shook as you dropped the paper into your passenger seat. Then, without hesitation, you started towards the entrance to the parking lot. Your headlights went across someone in the distance but you didnโ€™t even focus on them, just stepped on the gas to get out of the parking lot.
The person didnโ€™t move at least, seen from the corner of your eye as you sped out. It was possible it wasnโ€™t anyone to worry about, someone from the office or just someone passing by.ย 
As you headed to the freeway, you connected your bluetooth and dialed Karenโ€™s number. It went to voicemail and you swore as you hung up. You were about to call her again when you hesitated.ย 
For some reason, you wanted to call Billy. So thatโ€™s what you did.
He answered after a few rings.
โ€œHey, whatโ€™s up? Leaving work?โ€
Your hands shook a bit as you navigated through the traffic on the street.
โ€œI came out of work and there was a note on my windshield.โ€
โ€œOkay. Did youโ€ฆโ€
โ€œI grabbed it,โ€ you admitted as you drove around a slow driver in the fast lane. โ€œI realize now that I shouldnโ€™t have, that it could have beenโ€ฆbut I grabbed it.โ€
โ€œIt sounds like youโ€™re driving so at least nothing happened. What did it say?โ€
You glanced down at the paper in your passenger seat and then immediately back up to the road.ย 
โ€œDid you miss me?โ€
โ€œFuck,โ€ Billy breathed out, the connection distorting a bit from the force. โ€œThis isnโ€™t good. I thought that whoever it was wouldnโ€™t come all this way, but it sounds like maybe he did. Maybe youโ€™re a target.โ€
Your chest felt tight as you pulled onto the street where you lived.
โ€œI need to call to check on my dad. Iโ€™m almost home so Iโ€™ll call him when I get inside.โ€
โ€œYou donโ€™t need to go to your place, not alone. Do you think Karen is home yet?โ€
โ€œI tried to call Karen first,โ€ you said as you drove past your house, your eyes on your rearview mirror just to check. โ€œShe didnโ€™t answer so I called you.โ€
โ€œThatโ€™s okay, never hesitate to call me if you need me. But for now, come to Anvil. Frank is there, Iโ€™ll let him know whatโ€™s going on. Weโ€™re gonna make sure youโ€™re never alone until this guy is caught, okay?โ€
You nodded even though he couldnโ€™t see you. You knew the way to Anvil easily enough, but that didnโ€™t stop your heart from thudding in your chest. Whether this guy was connected to the man who had done the original attacks or it was a copycat, it didnโ€™t matter. Right now all that mattered was that you could be in danger.
โ€œI need to call my dad,โ€ you said again.
โ€œI know, but stay on the phone with me for right now, okay? I donโ€™t want something to happen to you while youโ€™re out.โ€
You wished that you could close your eyes or burrow into yourself, but you had to focus on the road. Instead you lowered your voice a bit.
โ€œIโ€™m scared Billy.โ€
His sigh came through the phone so clear that it felt like he was in the car with you.
โ€œI know. Itโ€™s going to be okay, I promise.โ€
He couldnโ€™t promise that, not really, but you didnโ€™t say that. Instead you simply listened to the ambient noise of the connection all the way to Anvil.ย 
โ€”
Your dadโ€™s cell phone rang to the voicemail twice, but you didnโ€™t stop. As you clicked it again, you looked over to where Frank and Billy were talking. Billy had gotten to Anvil a little bit before you did and had filled Frank in by time you got there. The two of them were discussing a plan, although you werenโ€™t sure what for just yet.
All you cared about was getting in touch with your dad. He didnโ€™t normally miss a call, not like this.
On the third time you called, the line was finally answered but it wasnโ€™t your dadโ€™s voice that greeted you.
โ€œHello?โ€
โ€œUh, hello...you have my dadโ€™s phone. Who is this?โ€
The men turned to you when they heard what you had asked, both with concern on their faces.
โ€œHello miss. My name is Dr Roberts. Your father was brought in earlier this evening. He had been in a car accident.โ€
As he explained what had happened, you felt yourself sway. If you hadnโ€™t already been sitting, you would have fallen over. Instead, as you were obviously struggling to focus on the words the doctor was saying, Frank came over and took the phone from you. He didnโ€™t go far as he spoke, asking the questions you should have been asking.
โ€œHey. Iโ€™m right here.โ€
You blinked a few times and looked over to where Billy had knelt down in front of you, his hand in yours. You didnโ€™t even notice him coming to your side or touching you. With a shake of your head, you looked over to where Frank was giving you a comforting head nod as he asked about hospital security.
โ€œOh god,โ€ you breathed as you finally let yourself shake a bit. โ€œMy dad, he was in a car accident.โ€
โ€œI know, but heโ€™s okay. Heโ€™s in recovery and heโ€™s going to be okay.โ€
Your eyes slammed shut as you tried to remember what the doctor had said before Frank had taken over.
โ€œEarlier this evening. He had been in a car accident earlier this evening.โ€
Billy stared up at you. Then, with a glance over to Frank, he moved to sit next to you on the couch.
โ€œHe lives about thirty minutes away, right? Be enough time for the copycat to leave the note on your car and then go after your dad.โ€
Your hand contracted around Billyโ€™s as you looked at the note that was on the table where youโ€™d left it.
โ€œThere was someone in the parking lot when I got in the car. I didnโ€™t see them very well, too far away and too desperate to leave. What if that was him? Itโ€™s not like he can be in two places at once.โ€
Saying that made your heart stutter in your chest as you remembered something. Something from so long ago that it had been buried.
โ€œWhat is it?โ€
You looked over at Billy and then back to the note.
โ€œThe murders. The original murders. The only other night where two people died on the same night besidesโ€ฆโ€ You let your words trail off, unable to mention your mom and brother right then. โ€œIt was never investigated and as much as I can remember, it was never talked about in the trial, but there had been speculation back then. The first murder that night was on the mainland and the second murder was on a little island. The newspapers said it should have been impossible for one person to cross that distance on the ferry in the time between murders, so they were looking for a boat that might have been used. But what if there wasnโ€™t a boat? What if there were two murderers this whole time?โ€
Billy looked at the note and then over to Frank who was nodding as if he had heard. You caught a quick snippet of him telling the doctor that one of Anvilโ€™s men would be there as soon as possible to provide extra security.
โ€œIf there were two murderers back then, then it isnโ€™t a copycat. Itโ€™s a continuation.โ€
Your hands went around your stomach as if to hold you together, fingers seeking out those rigid scars under your top.
โ€œWhy me? Why my family? We never did anything to anyone.โ€
โ€œIt can be a fixation of finishing what was started. It can be the chase because you got away. Revenge because you got his partner killed. Thereโ€™s a lot of reasons someone might keep going after you.โ€
You wanted to laugh, but the logic was important. You needed the reality of this before you lost yourself.
โ€œI donโ€™t know what to do,โ€ you whispered as you stared down at your hands with tears in your eyes. โ€œI want to see my dad.โ€
โ€œWeโ€™ll take you,โ€ Frank said as he passed you the phone, the screen showing the call had ended. โ€œIโ€™m going to pick up Karen and tell her whatโ€™s going on. Then weโ€™ll take you to your dad.โ€
โ€œMaybe we should wait,โ€ Billy said as he stood up to face Frank. โ€œGet Karen, get someone from Anvil to sit on her dad, but if we drag her out of the city, we canโ€™t be sure that he wonโ€™t follow us and more people will get hurt. Here, weโ€™re on our turf.โ€
As the men discussed the pros and cons of both plans, you let your hand go back to the scar. The fear that had gone through you that night in the basement den of your childhood home had started to come back, but as it rose, so did something else. A strength you never knew you had.
The strength to survive.
โ€œIโ€™m staying,โ€ you said finally, cutting off their conversation. โ€œIf he wants to finish what he started, he can start with me. Iโ€™m not running again.โ€
Both men looked at you and you saw the pride in their eyes. Frank pulled out his phone.
โ€œIโ€™m going to get Karen. Weโ€™ll stick together. You and Bill should stick together too. Weโ€™ll come up with a plan to draw him out and weโ€™ll end this.โ€
Your eyes went to Billyโ€™s and found those dark eyes were already on yours.
โ€œIโ€™ll take you to my place. Weโ€™ll be safe there.โ€
This was it. The final standoff.
For years youโ€™d thought you were safe, that the danger had been left behind you. Now, whatever happened, you knew it would really be over.
โ€”
โ€œHere, this will be more comfortable,โ€ Billy explained as he handed you some of his clothes.
You hadnโ€™t gone back to your place, unwilling to take the chance. Instead Billy had brought you straight to his over the top apartment and told you to make yourself at home.
You went into the bathroom to change, placing your clothes on the side of the sink where you could change back into them in the morning. As you stared at yourself in the mirror in Billyโ€™s clothes, you felt your throat catch a bit.
Inch by inch you raised the shirt and looked at the scar on your stomach. Then, even though you had just put the shirt on, you pulled it off and held it to your chest as you turned. With your back facing the mirror, you looked over your shoulder and looked at the scars there.
You had felt the knife tear through your skin. The stitches hadnโ€™t been nearly enough to keep the scars from being ugly, but you didnโ€™t care anymore. Once upon a time they made you ashamed, but why should they? They meant you were a survivor.
A survivor.
โ€œHey, are youโ€ฆโ€
Billy had knocked on the door and it came open fully since you hadnโ€™t shut it all the way in your daze. He looked at your back in the mirror for a long moment before he met your eyes.
โ€œAre you hungry? I was going to make dinner.โ€
You swallowed thickly as you looked down from his gaze in the mirror to the scars.
โ€œThey donโ€™t bother you.โ€
It wasnโ€™t asked, it was stated. When his gaze flickered away from the mirror, you turned to face him in the doorway. His eyes went down the scars on your stomach. The ones you had showed him that first night in the cabin after he had scared you. He walked towards you and reached out, slowly as if to let you move away if you wanted to.
You didnโ€™t want to.
When those fingers touched your scar, you shivered but didnโ€™t pull away. His eyes moved from the scar and landed on your face.
โ€œWe all have scars,โ€ he said softly as his eyes dropped to your mouth. โ€œShows that youโ€™re a survivor.โ€
A survivor. He had echoed the words you had thought right before heโ€™d walked in.
โ€œBilly,โ€ you began but he shook his head.
โ€œLater,โ€ he promised as he leaned in and captured your lips with his.
Since you were going to ask if you could kiss him, you found yourself happy with this change of pace. The shirt was dropped to the floor. Chest bared, you leaned in and wrapped your arms around his neck to hold him closer. Even as his hand skimmed up your back and slowly touched the scars there, you didnโ€™t pull away.
You were done pulling away.
Billy led you to the bedroom. As you pulled your pants and underwear off, Billy beat the record to pull his clothes off as well. His shirt was already on the floor and while he worked on his pants, you caught the scars on his shoulder and side.ย 
Your fingers went to the ones on his shoulder first, tracing over them. Then you touched the one low on his side.
โ€œWhat are these from?โ€
Billy placed his hand over yours as you touched the one on his side.
โ€œIโ€™ll tell you all about them. After,โ€ he added as he leaned in to kiss you again.ย 
You smiled against his lips, unable to help yourself. It wasnโ€™t like youโ€™d never thought about kissing Billy. In fact youโ€™d thought about it a lot, even that first night when heโ€™d scared you nearly to death. There had always been some sort of attraction between the two of you, something you never dwelled on because you hadnโ€™t been interested in making things awkward between the two of you.
Although now you didnโ€™t think that it would be very awkward. Something told you that Billy was just as interested as you were.ย 
Instead of focusing on the scars on either of you, you decided to focus on Billy and the way he was making you feel.ย 
Thereโ€™d be time to talk later.
โ€”
Billy wasnโ€™t in the apartment when you woke up, but a note on the table said that he had to run to Anvil and would pick up breakfast on his way back. You had smiled at the note and folded it to put into your pocket. You were stupidly enamored by that man.
As you went over to the coffee pot that looked like it belonged in a spaceship, you heard your phone ring from your purse on the coffee table. With the reminder that your dad was in the hospital, you rushed over and grabbed it.
It was him. You immediately answered.
โ€œDad? Are you okay?โ€
โ€œHey kiddo,โ€ your dad answered, his voice drowsy and laced with pain. โ€œFinally awake enough to call. Wanted to hear your voice. The goon at the door said youโ€™d called and talked to the doctor.โ€
โ€œDad.โ€ Your voice broke as you slumped onto the couch. โ€œDad, youโ€ฆdo you remember what happened? Who did it?โ€
There was silence for a long moment before your dad sighed, the noise a bit strangled as he wheezed.
โ€œI only saw him for a split second, but Iโ€™d recognize it anywhere. I thought I was seeing things.โ€ You listened as he shifted, the bed crinkling him under him loud enough for you to hear over the phone. โ€œHe came by when I was in the car. I think he thought I was dead or maybe unconscious, but I heard his voice. I heard him tell me it was about time.โ€
You closed your eyes and wrapped your arms around you as tight as you could.ย 
โ€œI had a letter on my windshield last night. It asked me if I missed him. I donโ€™t think itโ€™s a copycat dad. I think that he was involved in the original murders.โ€
The slow beeps from the phone was the only way you knew the call hadnโ€™t failed. Then your dad finally spoke.
โ€œI think youโ€™re right. I donโ€™t know why, but I agree.โ€
At least you were all on the same page with that.
Your phone buzzed with an incoming call and you checked it to see that it was Billy. After you told your dad youโ€™d call him back in a bit, you switched over to talk to him.
โ€œHey, is everything okay at Anvil?โ€
โ€œYouโ€™re still at the apartment, right? You didnโ€™t leave.โ€
You looked around for some reason and then sat up a bit straighter.
โ€œYeah, Iโ€™m still here. What happened?โ€
There was a lot going on in the background in the call and you strained your ears enough to pick up a few words. By things you could hear, Billy was near a bunch of cops.
โ€œThere was another murder. Your next door neighbor, Melinda Geillis.โ€
You knew Melinda well enough, the two of you often talked in the elevators or hallway. You closed your eyes tightly and shook your head.
โ€œAre we sure it was him?โ€
Billy said something quietly to someone nearby and then it was quiet on the other side of the phone.
โ€œHer throat was slit and then she was dragged into your apartment and propped up on your couch like she was watching television.โ€
The memory of your brotherโ€™s body flashed before your eyes. Yeah, that was him.ย 
โ€œThereโ€™s a note here too. It says โ€˜sorry I missed youโ€™.โ€
You flinched at that. Then your hand went to your pocket where Billyโ€™s note was. The feel of the paper comforted you a bit.
โ€œDad said he saw him, recognized the outfit from the night of the attack. He also said he heard his voice. The guy came by after the accident and was taunting my dad, either because he thought he was dead or thought he wouldnโ€™t hear. He said it was about time.โ€
Billy swore through his teeth. You could almost picture his face as he absorbed that information.
โ€œWeโ€™re gonna catch this guy, okay? Nothing is going to happen to you or to your dad. Not again.โ€
You let out a breath and then slumped against the couch a bit.
โ€œHowโ€™d you find out anyway? I mean, if it was in my apartment, youโ€™d think I would have heard about it first.โ€
โ€œI was driving by and saw the police presence,โ€ Billy explained softly as someone came through the room he was in, talking about taking pictures. โ€œI asked what happened and they let me know. Iโ€™ve worked with enough local law enforcement so they let me up. The detective in charge is going to call you, butโ€ฆI wanted to be the one to tell you.โ€
You laughed a bit as you reached up to rub at your eyes.
โ€œThank you Billy. Really.โ€
โ€œIโ€™ll come pick you up and bring you to the station so we can coordinate with the locals. Just stay inside and keep the door locked, okay? Thereโ€™s a spare gun in the safe; the combination is 7895.โ€
You looked over at the safe, but didnโ€™t make moves to go get it. You werenโ€™t big on guns.
โ€œIโ€™ll see you shortly Billy. Thanks again.โ€
When the call was over, you leaned back and wrapped your arms around your legs. It had been such a long morning already and youโ€™d only been awake for an hour.ย 
At some point this would be over, wouldnโ€™t it? One way or another.
โ€”
The police station wasnโ€™t a place youโ€™d spent a lot of time since youโ€™d come to the city. Once upon a time, in the little seaside town youโ€™d grown up in, youโ€™d been in the police station a lot. Not for any nefarious reasons of course, simply because your dad had worked for the force. Youโ€™d gotten comfortable in police stations.
Now though? You had to admit that you were very uneasy. It wasnโ€™t the people themselves of course, they were just your run of the mill law enforcement officers. No, you were uneasy because of the reason you were there.
Billy had suggested that you not see the pictures from the crime scene, but you reminded him that you had lived through it once.ย 
It was like seeing a ghost. Your neighborโ€™s body was propped up in a mirror of your brotherโ€™s, down to the television being on in front of her and playing the news. You tried not to stare into her lifeless eyes, but in the close up picture your only other option was to look at the gash across her neck.
There had been a struggle. She had fought hard.
After some questions and rehashing the details with the police, you were led to the front lobby to leave, but Billy doubled back to coordinate coverage at your dadโ€™s hospital room. While he did that, you called your dad to let him know what was going on.
โ€œYou gotta leave the city,โ€ your dad said sternly. โ€œI donโ€™t want to lose you. You need to leave, you need to get somewhere this maniac will never find you.โ€
โ€œDad, I canโ€™t leave. Look what happened when I stayed somewhere else for one night? Who knows what will happen ifโ€“โ€
โ€œHey, they said we can head out whenever,โ€ Billy called as he approached. He nodded to where your phone was against your ear, โ€œIs everything okay?โ€
โ€œYeah, itโ€™s just my dad. Hey dad, Iโ€™ve got toโ€“โ€
Your name from your dad made you pause what you were saying, only slightly annoyed by being interrupted again. Something in your dadโ€™s voice made you stop speaking, stop breathing. There was terror in his voice.
โ€œWho is that? With you right now. Who is with you?โ€
You looked over at Billy who was frowning in concern.
โ€œItโ€™s my friend Billy, the one Iโ€™ve told you about? Heโ€™s the one that brought me to the police station after what happened at my apartment.โ€
There was a long pause that made you a little antsy.
โ€œYou need to get away from him right now. You need to get out of there. Immediately.โ€
โ€œDadโ€“โ€
โ€œStop. Donโ€™t let him know, but leave. Go back into the station, stay with them. Get away from him. Thatโ€™s the voice I heard after my accident.โ€
You swallowed thickly as you heard those words, your eyes going from Billy to the door he had just come through. You could see police officers moving around through the glass door. From the peripheral you could see Billy watching you, barely making out the concern still on his face as you stood a little straighter.
โ€œAre you sure?โ€
โ€œI canโ€™t be one hundred percent sure, not over a phone, but it sounds just like him. Please, get away from him.โ€
With your eyes closed, you listened to your dad plead with you while you remembered the way that Billy had touched you the night before. Was it possible? Was it possible that Billy was this person that was tormenting you? Killing people?
The things you knew about Billy told you that anything was possible.ย 
You nodded and then made a noise like you were listening to your dad as you reached and patted yourself, as if looking for something.
โ€œBilly, can you check and see if I left my wallet in the interview room,โ€ you said with a glance over at him. โ€œI donโ€™t want to see the pictures again but I think I left my wallet in there.โ€
โ€œSure,โ€ he said with a nod and a brief touch to your arm.
When he disappeared behind the door to head back to the interview room, you grabbed your wallet out of your pocket and nearly ran from the police station. On the road you found a cab that was thankfully letting someone out of the door at the same time that youโ€™d gotten there, so you simply slid right in. Then you thought about where to go.
After you gave the address to the hospital your dad was at, you glanced over your shoulder to the door of the police station. Right as the cab started to pull away from the curb, you saw Billy step out and look around. You didnโ€™t know if he saw you or not, but you settled back into your seat and let out a sigh.
โ€œIโ€™m headed to you dad,โ€ you said softly. โ€œI donโ€™t know if youโ€™re right, I donโ€™t see how Billy couldโ€ฆbut Iโ€™m on my way.โ€
You had no idea how to explain what your dad may or may not have heard. You couldnโ€™t imagine that Billy was the one that had done those things. How would he have even been involved?
But you remembered that every time something had happened, Billy had been gone. Heโ€™d been on the road after the attacks back home, heโ€™d been out when the note had been left on your car and your dad had been hit, heโ€™d been out when your neighbor was attacked.
Was it possible that billy wasnโ€™t who you thought he was? Was it possible that youโ€™d slept with someone you shouldnโ€™t have trusted?
The mere thought made your stomach turn.
โ€”
The officer at the door was a bit confused when you told him not to let an Anvil employee watch the door alone, but he reluctantly agreed without you explaining why. He was agreeable otherwise.
Your dad looked rough, but he smiled tightly when you came into the room. His eyes cut to the door and then back to you as you shut it behind you.
โ€œHis men were out there, werenโ€™t they? Are they still?โ€
โ€œNot right now,โ€ you said as you went over to his side to grab his hand. โ€œI still donโ€™t know for sure, but if thatโ€™s what you heard, then I have to trust you.โ€
Your dad winced as he leaned closer to you, his hand tight on yours.ย 
โ€œWe canโ€™t stay here. From what Iโ€™ve been able to tell, he has a lot of pull with the locals.โ€
โ€œDad, you canโ€™t go anywhere. Look at you, youโ€™re barely able to sit up right now. I canโ€™t lug you around, Iโ€™m not strong enough for that.โ€
Your dad closed his eyes and nodded slowly.ย 
โ€œSo you need to go somewhere else. Somewhere without telling anyone. Once youโ€™re gone, Iโ€™ll talk to a detective about my theory and weโ€™ll have him looked into.โ€
You shook your head as he spoke.
โ€œNo, I canโ€™t leave without you,โ€ you cried as you hugged him, gently to keep from hurting him. โ€œIf something happened to you while I was gone, it would kill me. I canโ€™t lose you.โ€
โ€œIโ€™ll be safe here until Iโ€™m able to get out myself. Iโ€™ll call a friend to come sit with me for a while. Youโ€™re my only concern, youโ€™re my priority.โ€
You wiped your tears off your cheeks as you pulled back a bit. With a sniffle you glanced over at the door to see the back of the copโ€™s head as he pulled his phone to his ear. As he nodded and looked over his shoulder at you, you felt something cold wash over you.
โ€œI have to go now. I think Billyโ€™s trying to find out if Iโ€™m here.โ€
โ€œThen go sweetheart. Do you remember the plan for Tallahassee?โ€
The codeword made you shake a bit. It was picked after your mom and brother had been killed as itโ€™s where your mom had originally been from. If something ever happened and you and your dad had to run off, youโ€™d go to a location that was a secret between the two of you. Far away from Tallahassee, but it was a word that could be used even in front of others without being discovered.
You really hoped you never had to use it.
โ€œOne week and then Iโ€™ll head to Tallahassee,โ€ you said as you stood up and wiped tears from your eyes again. โ€œThen when youโ€™re better, you can join me.โ€
โ€œOne week for us both, whether or not Iโ€™m feeling better.โ€ย 
The old man was stubborn. You laughed a bit as you leaned in to give him a kiss on the cheek. Then the forehead.
โ€œI love you dad,โ€ you said as you placed another kiss on his forehead.
โ€œI love you too kiddo,โ€ he repeated as he squeezed your hand. โ€œGo. Get out of here and be safe.โ€
Thatโ€™s all that there was to it. And now you needed to figure out where to go to wait out the week.
Youโ€™d need to stop at some ATMs to get money out so that you wouldnโ€™t leave a trail. Something told you that Billy would use whatever resources he had to find you and you werenโ€™t going to give him that chance.
โ€”
The man at the front desk of the motel didnโ€™t even look at your ID or anything else as you pushed the cash over for the week. He simply counted the bills and then handed you the key.
โ€œIce machine doesnโ€™t work, vending machines are on the first floor, pool is closed for now.โ€
You tucked the rest of your money into your waller and palmed the key, mumbling a thanks to him as you turned and walked out of the office. Your room was on the second floor so you made it up the stairs with the crinkle of the grocery bags you carried your freshly bought clothes in. At room 17, you put the key into the lock and turned it. It stuck a bit but came open after that.
โ€œHome sweet home,โ€ you muttered as you dropped the grocery bags onto the bed.ย 
Youโ€™d bought some clothes and some other necessities on your way out of the city. Here you were, about six hours from the city, settling into a motel that didnโ€™t even have a sign to tell you the name.
At some point youโ€™d need to go to the vending machines and get a few snacks. Maybe try to find a local grocery store where you could get some nonperishable items. There was a microwave in the room and a mini-fridge. More like a mini-mini-fridge, but whatever.
You felt naked without your cell phone, but you definitely knew that you could be tracked with that, so youโ€™d left it at the hospital.ย 
With a sigh you sat on the bed and grimaced a bit at the hardness of the mattress. Not exactly comfortable, but youโ€™d make do. If it meant not losing your life, youโ€™d lose some comfort. The remote was next to the bed so you grabbed it and turned the television on, turning the volume down a good deal just in case. You never trusted these places.ย 
One channel surf later you landed on the news. It touched on a bunch of national stuff before it narrowed in to local and you waited to see if anything would come up about the killer. It never came.
After the news cycled over to some infomercials, you grabbed some money and left your room, locking it behind you. You checked your surroundings carefully before you headed down the stairs to the vending machine.
There were only about five cars in the parking lot besides yours. You looked over each and tried to commit them to memory before you stepped into the alcove where the vending machines were. You grabbed a bottle of water and an energy drink from one and then some chips and some chocolate from the other. Hands full, you stepped out of the alcove and looked around on your way to the stairs.
Six cars.
You stopped where you were and stared at the new car, a nondescript dark colored sedan. Between the distance and the darkness, you couldnโ€™t tell if there was anyone in the car. They were parked in front of the office though, so it was possible that it was another person here just to get a room. It wasnโ€™t far off the beaten track from the interstate so maybe they found it the same way you did.
With a deep inhale, you held your breath and ran up the stairs. You had to juggle the items in your hands to get your key back out and back into the room. It didnโ€™t stick this time so you were able to get in and shut it behind you in mere seconds, locking it and the chain behind you.
Then you pulled the chair from the corner and pushed it in front of the door.
Once that was done you put your items down on the dresser and moved further into the room. The bathroom was open so you could see into it clearly, but you turned on the light and looked around just in case. Even checked behind the shower curtain. Then you checked the half closet which wasnโ€™t really big enough to hold a grown man.
You looked under the bed but there was a trundle bed so not enough room for someone to fit.
Satisfied that the room was empty besides yourself, you went over to the window and peered out. The angle you had didnโ€™t allow you to see much, but you could see your car at least.ย 
Tomorrow youโ€™d head out to a nearby grocery or convenience store to get what you needed for the rest of the week. Once you were through the week and could head to the meeting place with your dad, things would be fine. Youโ€™d be safe again.
You still couldnโ€™t believe that Billy was the one doing this to you. Part of you refused to believe it, the part that had had sex with him and laid in his arms the whole night. The rest of you had more questions than you had answers and when faced with the unknown, you had to rely on what you could put together. Your dad had said he couldnโ€™t be certain but felt it was a close enough similarity to demand you leave and save yourself.
That night when you curled up on the hard as hell mattress, the thin blanket pulled over your body and the television providing light into the room, you werenโ€™t sure youโ€™d ever fall asleep. Not with how your brain was on turbo mode.
But you were able to finally fall asleep somewhere after two in the morning.
โ€”
The third night at the motel had been as uneventful as the other two. You had gotten some food at a nearby convenience store so you didnโ€™t have to rely on vending machine snacks. You also got a deck of cards so you could play solitaire with yourself to waste time.
The news still didnโ€™t say anything about what was happening, but you had to imagine there were constant murders in the city so maybe it didnโ€™t make the radar yet. You didnโ€™t know how many more deaths it would take for it to hit the news cycle but you hoped it didnโ€™t get to that.
As you crossed the room to do your hourly check of the window, you wondered what everyone else was doing. Your dad, Karen, Frankโ€ฆeven Billy.
Since youโ€™d been in the motel, youโ€™d spent a lot of time thinking about Billy. Thinking about him being the killer, thinking about it all being a miscommunication. The more you thought about him, the less you felt certain one way or another.
As you stared out the window, you checked the parts of the parking lot that you could see and then looked over to where your car was parked. As you looked at it, you noticed someone walking past your car and towards the office. It was dark so you couldnโ€™t make out who the person was, but you traced their steps back to see if there was another car nearby that they had come out of.
There was a truck not far from your car that was in line with the path they were taking, but it had been there since yesterday.ย 
You looked at the chair in front of your door and made sure it was still pressed against the door. This way at least you knew you would have a warning if someone tried to get into the room while you were there.
Back on the bed you grabbed the cards and shuffled them a bit. It was time for more solitaire. You really wished youโ€™d grabbed something else, anything else at this point. It was hard to go without a phone to spend your time, but you were making do.ย 
A noise outside made you look over to the window with the blinds down. A streetlight let a little light in and you stared at it for a long time until you watched a little darkness move over the window. Someone was walking past your window towards your door.
You held your breath and waited. When you heard the door beside yours open, you let it out with a sigh. It was another person staying in the hotel.
Without winning the current game of solitaire, you turned off the light and stacked the cards on the bedside table. You had a flashlight that youโ€™d gotten at the convenience store that you kept nearby as you curled up on the bed, your eyes on the window and door. When no sounds came to you, no change in the minimal light that trickled through, you felt yourself drift off to sleep.
A dream came to you then, while you dozed in and out. A darkness seemed to pour into the room from the ceiling, like a shadow but more solid. The darkness seemed to melt and shift along the lines of the ceiling, never fully there as you stared up at it.When you woke up, it was with your back to the window and door, a blank wall in front of you. The first thing you did was look up to the ceiling but there were no shadows moving around.
You rolled over to your other side and immediately checked the window, but nothing had changed. It was still dark out there, still a slight amount of light pouring through the window. You blinked lazily and rubbed your eyes before you looked at the door to check that the chair was still there.
It wasnโ€™t. It was in the corner now and someone was in it.
You sat up and opened your mouth to scream, but it didnโ€™t come out as the occupant leaned forward and was lit up by the incoming light stream.
Billy.
โ€œHowโ€™d you find me?โ€
There was a beat of silence as he nodded then sat back so that he disappeared a bit from your sight.ย 
โ€œIt wasnโ€™t easy. You really tried to drop off the grid. Itโ€™s my job to be able to find people though.โ€
โ€œYeah,โ€ you said uneasily as you shrank back in the bed a bit, your legs pulling to your chest and bracing just in case you needed to jump up. โ€œHowโ€™d you get in here without making a noise? The chairโ€ฆโ€
โ€œTook some maneuvering. I figured youโ€™d do something like that.โ€
You blinked and tried to nod a bit. Of course heโ€™d know how to get through your defenses. You should have known.
โ€œWhat are you going to do to me?โ€
It was quiet for a long moment before Billy leaned forward again to look at you. You wished you could see whatever emotions were in those dark eyes, but from this distance the dark brown was pitch black and it made you feel hunted.
โ€œWhy would I do anything to you? I just wanted to make sure you were safe.โ€
Safe. Youโ€™d heard the word a lot, but it had been a long time since you felt it. And right then, with Billy sitting in a chair across the room, you didnโ€™t know if safe is what you felt at all.
What was the next step? Did you confront him for who you suspected he was? Did you wait for him to prove you right or wrong?ย 
โ€œWhy didnโ€™t you let me protect you? I could have gotten you and your dad somewhere safe. Then maybeโ€ฆโ€
You watched as he looked away from you, his eyebrows furrowed.ย 
โ€œMaybe what?โ€
He looked over at you and shook his head.
โ€œYou left your phone at the hospital so you hadnโ€™t heard. The killer broke into the hospital, somehow got through the security we had on your dad. He survived, got a few stab wounds, but the killer took down two of my men and a police officer.โ€
You felt sick. Your body bowed in and you pressed your face into your knees as you thought about it. At least your dad was alive, but being stabbed on top of already suffering from the car accident couldnโ€™t be good.ย 
โ€œHeโ€™s alive. Heโ€™ll stay alive,โ€ Billy said as a hand came down to rest on your shoulder.
You jerked backwards as he touched you, body nearly falling off the bed as you tried to get away from the touch. When you looked up and met his concerned gaze, you couldnโ€™t help the pitiful laugh that came from you.
โ€œWhat will it take? What do I have to do?โ€
Your stomach rolled as you thought about what he might say.
โ€œWhat are you talking about?โ€
At some point tears had started to flow down your cheeks as you stared up at Billy. His hand on your shoulder, the scent of the cologne that he always wore, it made you feel lost in memories you couldnโ€™t afford to be lost in.
โ€œHe heard your voice. The day of his accident, he heard the killer and when he heard your voice at the police station, he said it was you.โ€
Billyโ€™s hand fell to his side as he stared down at your crumpled form.
โ€œMy voice? So youโ€ฆwhat, think Iโ€™m the other murderer? This whole time. Even from when you were in high school?โ€
You closed your eyes for a long moment and then shook your head.
โ€œI donโ€™tโ€ฆI donโ€™t know Billy. He said he heard you. And every time there was a murder, you werenโ€™t with someone who could account for your whereabouts. What am I supposed to think?โ€
He crossed his arms and took a few steps back to lean against the wall across from you.
โ€œIโ€™ve killed before. More than a few times and not all of them deserved it. But I never killed anyone stateside that I didnโ€™t have to.โ€
You wrapped your arms around yourself as you stared at Billy.
โ€œHe heard you Billy. He recognized your voice.โ€
โ€œHe had a concussion. Maybe he heard something, someone, but how could he be sure it was me? Especially since the second time was just over the phone.โ€
You wiped the tears out of your eyes as you stared up at him.
โ€œI canโ€™t take the chance Billy. I canโ€™t take the chance that youโ€™re someone who wants to hurt me.โ€
โ€œI could never hurt you,โ€ Billy swore as he walked closer to you. Then he shook his head as he turned away. โ€œBut youโ€™re right. You canโ€™t take the chance. If Iโ€™d known this was your worry, I never would have come here.โ€
He got to the door and right as you thought about telling him not to leave, to ask him to talk the rest of this through with you, he opened the door and things happened so quickly after that.
A masked man stood on the other side of the door. The moment it came open, he raised his knife and brought it down hard into Billyโ€™s shoulder. You screamed and shoved yourself up and off the bed, body stuck between going to the door and further away.ย 
You grabbed Billy and pulled him back, body slamming against the door to try to close it. Billy threw his body weight into it too, wincing as the shoulder with the blood pouring through it slammed against the wood. The two of you got the door slammed shut but you still didnโ€™t move.
โ€œBelieve me now?โ€ Billy asked through gritted teeth as he moved around you to peer through the peephole. โ€œHeโ€™s not there. Heโ€™ll come back though.โ€
You nodded as you tried to get your brain to get back on path. While Billy kept his body against the door, you grabbed a washcloth from the dresser and pressed it hard against his shoulder to stem the blood flow.
โ€œWhat are we going to do?โ€
Billy accepted the cloth and held it against his shoulder. With his free hand he reached into his jacket and pulled out a knife which he pressed into your hands. As you were about to ask what he was going to use, he pulled a gun out of the waistband of his jeans and checked that it was ready..
โ€œWe need to make a run for the car. We can call the cops once weโ€™re on the road.โ€
You nodded and grabbed your wallet from the dresser and shoved it into the pocket of your sweats. There was nothing else here that you needed to make sure you had. Prepared, you grabbed Billyโ€™s uninjured shoulder and gave it a squeeze.
โ€œI should go first.โ€
โ€œI donโ€™t care if I was missing an arm. Youโ€™re not going first,โ€ Billy said through gritted teeth as he shoved the cloth under his jacket. Then he moved to tuck you behind him. โ€œYou stay at my back, okay? Keep the knife up and let me know if I need to turn and shoot. Are you ready?โ€
No.ย 
โ€œYeah,โ€ you breathed as you stood at his side.
He went out first and looked both directions a few times before he motioned for you to follow him. He gestured to keep you close to him. You stepped out and didnโ€™t bother shutting the door as the two of you headed to the stairs. As you made your way past the front office, you noticed blood sprayed on the wall behind where the man had sat at the computer.
โ€œOh god,โ€ you whimpered as you kept as close to Billy as you could.
โ€œEyes forward baby, we canโ€™t wait. Weโ€™re almost there.โ€
He was leading you to his car, not yours. You looked behind the two of you to see if someone was out there, aware of what was going on, but you saw nothing. Heard nothing but the pounding of your heart between your ears.
At the car, Billy unlocked it and tugged you to go to the passenger door. As you reached out, you saw something from the corner of your eye.
โ€œBILLY!โ€
He spun you around and thrust himself between the two of you, his gun raised at the man that had been running at you. He stopped, his knife still raised. The eerie black mask tilted this way and that as he stared at the two of you.
โ€œYou canโ€™t win. Gun beats knife.โ€
โ€œI donโ€™t have to win. I just have to take one of you down with me.โ€
That voice. It sounded similar to Billyโ€™s, enough that if youโ€™d heard it you might think the same thing. But you didnโ€™t dwell on that as you watched the man launch himself forward at the two of you. The gun went off and the attacker faltered, but he kept on running. When his body ran into Billyโ€™s and shoved you against the car, you heard the gun skitter to the asphalt.ย 
As the attacker stabbed the knife into Billyโ€™s side again, the moan of pain coming from the man you were trying to hold up, you realized that you didnโ€™t have a choice. You had to lean around Billy to do what you needed to.
The knife went straight into the attackerโ€™s bicep first. Then you pulled it out and swung out, harder this time. As it went into the attackerโ€™s neck, Billy reached up and took hold of your wrist and thrusted it in harder. The attackerโ€™s scream echoed through the emptyish parking lot, you stepped around Billy and pulled the knife out before you plunged it in again.ย 
Billyโ€™s hand didnโ€™t leave your wrist as you thrusted the knife into the manโ€™s neck and chest, over and over. When the attacker fell, you almost went with him just to keep going, but Billy wrapped an arm around your waist to keep you up.
โ€œHeโ€™s gone,โ€ Billy said into your ear as he held you tight. โ€œHeโ€™s gone. You can stop.โ€
You closed your eyes for a long moment before you looked at the body slumped at your feet. He was gone. He was gone and this was over.
The knife fell to the ground next, clattering loudly as it bounced a bit. Your eyes burned as you stared at the man who had tried once more to end your life.
โ€œWhoโ€ฆโ€
Billy squeezed your hip and then bent down. You shook your head because you didnโ€™t know where Billyโ€™s wounds were but you were worried he would hurt himself worse than he already was. You followed him down, hands immediately on his sides to check his injuries.
โ€œNo, no, stop,โ€ he said as he pushed your hands away for a second. โ€œWe need toโ€ฆโ€
He reached out for the manโ€™s mask but you grabbed his wrist and stopped him. When he pulled his hand away, you reached out for the mask yourself.
The man under it was completely nondescript. You werenโ€™t sure that youโ€™d ever seen him before in your life, not here or back home. He looked like any man you may have passed on the street a thousand times.
โ€œI donโ€™t know who that is,โ€ you said as you stared at him.
โ€œHeโ€™s dead. Thatโ€™s who he is.โ€
You slumped on the ground next to the car. When Billy passed his cell phone to you, you immediately dialed 911. Billy needed an ambulance. And this needed to be put to an end immediately.
As the dispatcher answered, you remembered the first time youโ€™d made this call. Instead of staring at the death of your mom and brother, you were staring at Billyโ€™s bleeding body and his tired eyes.
โ€œ911, whatโ€™s your emergency?โ€
โ€œI need an ambulance and a lot of cops. We were just attacked by a known serial killer and we had to kill him to defend ourselves.โ€
Billy smiled with pride at you as he reached out to grab your hand in his.
โ€”
The room your dad was in was a different one this time, but you found it easily enough. When you walked in, your dad was talking to the nurse quietly. She smiled and waved at you as she turned to leave, giving you the space to nearly climb into your dadโ€™s bed to hug him.
โ€œIโ€™m so glad youโ€™re okay,โ€ you mumbled softly as you tucked your face into his neck.
His arms went around you and you noticed one arm didnโ€™t have the same strength as the other. Still, he didnโ€™t let you go for a long time.
โ€œIโ€™m sorry sweetheart,โ€ your dad finally said as you pulled away. โ€œIf I hadnโ€™t accused Billy, this wouldnโ€™t have happened.โ€
โ€œWe canโ€™t think about what might have happened,โ€ you said as you grabbed his hand to hold it tight in yours.
The injuries from the accident were mostly healed but now your dad had the knife wounds to heal from. The doctors promised that he would make a full recovery and that it wouldnโ€™t hold him back any.ย 
โ€œIโ€™m just glad itโ€™s over. That youโ€™re safe.โ€
You sat with that for a long moment. As terrified as you had been for so long, even before you knew there was someone out to get you, it had been so hard to feel safe. Your memories and nightmares kept you on the edge, even when you were supposed to be safe.
The only times those memories and nightmares stopped were when you were with Billy.ย 
โ€œWhen heโ€™s better, I want to meet Billy. I want to apologize in person. He deserves that much.โ€
You glanced at your dad and then back down to your clasped hands.ย 
โ€œIf I hadnโ€™t left, he wouldnโ€™t have been hurt. I should have talked to him, heard him out instead of just running.โ€
Your dad squeezed your hand until you looked up at him.
โ€œItโ€™s not your fault. I told you to leave. You listened to me.โ€ย 
โ€œIโ€™m an adult dad, I could have stood up for myself at any point. I believed you because I think part of me didnโ€™t trust Billy but I should have.โ€
You knew things about Billy and Frank, things that made it a little easier to believe that he would. Although knowing those things, you shouldnโ€™t have assumed anything. You knew Billy better than that. At least you should have.
โ€œIt wouldnโ€™t surprise me if he told me he never wanted to see me again.โ€
You tugged on the fabric of your scrub pants, provided by a nurse at some point. The police had gathered your clothes for evidence since they had been drenched in blood. Mostly Billyโ€™s.
โ€œKiddo, from what Iโ€™ve seen and heard since all of this happened, that man isnโ€™t going to turn away just because of some stabs. He moved heaven and earth to find you when you ran off. The only other reason for him to do that besides being the killer is because he cares.โ€
You laughed and shook your head, but didnโ€™t say anything. Instead you moved to lean into your dadโ€™s arms once more.
โ€œItโ€™s all going to be okay sweetheart. Itโ€™s over.โ€
He was right, it was all over. It was going to be okay.
Somehow.
โ€”
The room Billy was in was on a different floor. When you knocked on the door, his voice called out that you could enter. He was sitting up on the bed, a tablet in his hands as he looked through it. When he looked up, he seemed surprised to see you.ย 
โ€œHey,โ€ you said slowly, drawing the word out a lot longer than it needed to. โ€œI donโ€™t have to stay or anything, I just wanted to check on you.โ€
His eyebrows furrowed as he put the tablet down to the side.
โ€œWhy wouldnโ€™t you stay?โ€
You shifted a bit before you took two steps into the room.
โ€œYou wouldnโ€™t be in that bed if it wasnโ€™t for me. Plus the whole, you know, thinking you were a serial killer thing.โ€
Billy laughed which surprised you. He gestured you over to him and after you glanced over at the chair a few feet away, he made a soft โ€˜tskโ€™ sound before he patted the bed beside him.ย 
As you sat down on the very edge of the bed, Billy made that noise again and tugged you to him. You immediately froze and checked to make sure you hadnโ€™t landed on any of the bandages on his chest, but he shook his head when he could tell what you were looking for.
โ€œIโ€™ve had worse,โ€ he said as he put his hand over the bandage on his side.
โ€œBilly, Iโ€“โ€
โ€œUnless the next words out of your mouth are โ€˜understand that this wasnโ€™t my faultโ€™ then Iโ€™m not sure I want to hear them.โ€
โ€œIt was my fault though. If I hadnโ€™t left without even talking to you, hadnโ€™t thought you were the killer, you wouldnโ€™t have had to come find me. You wouldnโ€™t have gotten hurt.โ€
Fingers under your chin made you move your head until you met Billyโ€™s dark eyes.ย 
โ€œGiven the chance, I would always put my body between you and danger. Whether or not you thought I was the danger. And in the end, you know I wasnโ€™t involved.โ€ After a beat of silence, he narrowed his eyes and gave you a small smirk. โ€œYou do know that I wasnโ€™t involved, donโ€™t you?โ€
You laughed and leaned into the hand on your face a little.
โ€œIf this was a movie or something, it might not mean that you were uninvolved. But this isnโ€™t a movie, itโ€™s real life. So no, I donโ€™t still think you were involved.โ€
Billy laughed and released your chin but only so that he could reach down and run his fingers over your wrist a bit.
โ€œIโ€™m just glad that nothing happened to you. It would haveโ€ฆI donโ€™t think I could have handled it if something would have happened to you while you were running from me.โ€
You didnโ€™t want to think about that either. Billy being there had been a fluke, it should have just been you against him. That made you look at his bandages once more.
โ€œIt feels wrong somehow that you and dad got hurt this time but I didnโ€™t. Iโ€™m glad that Frank and Karen had gotten out of town and were safe, but I came out of this without a scratch on me and both of you had been attacked.โ€
โ€œI like to think of it as cosmic karma.โ€ At your confused look, Billy explained. โ€œThe last time, you were the one that went through it all. You saw the dead bodies of your mom and brother, you got chased around the basement, youโ€™re the one that had to fight for your life, youโ€™re the one that still wears the scars. In more ways than one. So this time, we were able to take that for you. We can bear those for you.โ€
You didnโ€™t even realize you were crying until he wiped the tears away. You sniffled and wiped at your face as you looked away from a long moment, gathering your thoughts.
โ€œDo you thinkโ€ฆโ€
You didnโ€™t know how to continue the thought. When you didnโ€™t, Billy called your name. As you looked up, he leaned forward until he could press his mouth against yours.
โ€œKaren and Frank will be happy about this development at least,โ€ he said as he pressed his forehead against yours. โ€œTheyโ€™ve been telling me to get over my hesitation and ask you out for a while. I just wanted to give you space until you were ready.โ€
With a laugh you raised your hand and pulled Billy back in for another kiss.
It had been a tough few years since the original murders. Safety had been hard to come by. Since then you had kept yourself caged and terrified the whole time. It had been hard to make connections with people over the last few years. But now? Even before the encounter in the parking lot with you killing the man who had tormented you.
Now you were thinking it was time for you to live your life once more. You smiled and leaned back between kisses to mutter two words to Billy.
โ€œIโ€™m ready.โ€
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By โ˜๏ธŽโ˜ฝ Cocoa โ˜๏ธŽโ˜ฝ @cocoamoonmalfoy @darksideofthecocoamoon
๐–ฅ” ๐‚๐‘๐Ž๐–๐ ๐‡๐ˆ๐Œ - ๐๐€๐‘๐“ ๐Ÿ• | god of spring!timothee chalamet
Part seven of the crown him series
โœถ ๐–๐ˆ๐“๐‡ ๐€ ๐‡๐„๐€๐•๐˜ ๐‡๐„๐€๐‘๐“ ๐ˆ'๐‹๐‹ ๐†๐”๐ˆ๐ƒ๐„ ๐“๐‡๐ˆ๐’ ๐ƒ๐€๐†๐†๐„๐‘ | the beast
Imagine a twisted beauty and the beast. Reverse kidnapping: Iโ€™m in your house and Iโ€™m not leaving
๐–ฅ” ๐ƒ๐€๐Œ๐๐„๐ƒ ๐€๐๐ƒ ๐ƒ๐„๐“๐„๐‘๐Œ๐ˆ๐๐„๐ƒ | bard!timothee chalamet
An unlikely trio on an impossible quest pick up a stray along the way
๐–ฅ” โœถ ๐‚๐Ž๐•๐„๐“ | soft!dark!king hal
Hal could sympathize with Hades, for after seeing the light of life, how could he not pin it close to his darkness
๐–ฅ” ๐’๐“๐‘๐Ž๐Š๐„ | king hal
Hal finds that sitting for his portrait isnโ€™t bad at all
๐“๐„๐’๐“๐„๐ƒ ๐€๐‘๐Œ๐Ž๐‘ | prince hal
Disowned or not, the son of the king needed to be protected
By โ˜… Jen โ˜… @jen-with-a-pen
๐€๐‹๐‹ ๐“๐ˆ๐„๐ƒ ๐”๐ - ๐๐€๐‘๐“ ๐Ž๐๐„ | art student!frat brother!steve rogers
Steve canโ€™t remember what happened last night, but his body sure does. Regret is the worst hangover of all - even more so when you canโ€™t remember what you regret
โœถ ๐‚๐‡๐€๐ˆ๐๐’ ๐€๐‘๐Ž๐”๐๐ƒ ๐Œ๐˜ ๐…๐„๐„๐“ | bucky barnes
Being held captive and experimented on definitely wasnโ€™t in your job description. After what seems like months in HYDRA captivity, rescue finally arrives - but what is rescue if not relief from suffering.
By ๐– ฐ Nat ๐– ฐ @the-iceni-bitch
๐–ฅ” โœถ ๐๐€๐“๐€๐‹๐ˆ๐„'๐’ ๐Œ๐Ž๐๐’๐“๐‘๐Ž๐”๐’ ๐Œ๐€๐˜๐‡๐„๐Œ | kinktober masterlist
Prepare yourselves for a month filled with wicked and scandalous delights, with vicious and freakish lovers for whatever type of monster you may fancy
By โˆ Beanie โˆ @shadeysprings
๐–ฅ” โœถ ๐…๐‘๐„๐€๐Š๐“๐Ž๐๐„๐‘ ๐…๐„๐’๐“ | kinktober masterlist
Four stories with captivatingly dark themes
๐–ฅ” โœถ ๐ƒ๐„๐€๐‹ ๐Ž๐‘ ๐๐Ž ๐ƒ๐„๐€๐‹ | dark!pete brenner
You work hard to entice the biggest possible client for your company, but he has his own ideas for you to make you say yes
๐–ฅ” โœถ ๐๐Ž ๐†๐Ž๐Ž๐ƒ ๐ˆ๐ ๐†๐Ž๐Ž๐ƒ๐๐˜๐„๐’ | dark!ransom drysdale
Ransom makes it known why breaking up with him is wrong.
๐–ฅ” โœถ ๐“๐‡๐„ ๐“๐„๐€๐‘๐’ ๐Ž๐ ๐ˆ๐•๐Ž๐‘๐˜ | priest!lee boedecker
The new priest of your church asks you to sing for him.
๐–ฅ” โœถ ๐๐Ž ๐–๐€๐˜ ๐Ž๐”๐“ | serial killer!lee boedecker
With the serial killer targeting boys, you thought you were safe. Until you werenโ€™t.
By โฅ Courtney โฅ @chasingmidnights
๐“๐‡๐„ ๐‚๐€๐Œ๐๐…๐ˆ๐‘๐„ ๐’๐“๐Ž๐‘๐ˆ๐„๐’ | thirteen nights of halloween masterlist
13 Nights of Halloween and each night is going to be a different (what I'm calling) "campfire stories". Each story is going to be told by a different character ranging from Chris Evans characters to Sebastian Stan characters to Marvel Characters. Make sure to take a look at the Intro to meet the various characters! So, gather around the fire and try not to get too scared.
By โš”๏ธŽ Suz โš”๏ธŽ @targaryenvampireslayer
๐–ฅ” ๐‡๐€๐”๐๐“๐„๐ƒ | ghost!bucky barnes
Bucky was taken from you by HYDRA a year ago. You mourn him and miss him, until you start dreaming of himโ€ฆ until he starts coming back to you
By โœต Selene โœต @fluffyprettykitty
๐–ฅ” ๐’๐€๐Œ ๐–๐ˆ๐‹๐’๐Ž๐ ๐€๐’๐Š | sugar daddy!sam wilson
Quick and dirty sugar daddy Sam Drabble.
By ๐–ค› Roo ๐–ค› @darkficsyouneveraskedfor
โœถ ๐˜๐Ž๐” ๐’๐€๐๐† ๐ˆ๐“ ๐‹๐ˆ๐Š๐„ ๐‡๐€๐‹๐‹๐„๐‹๐”๐‰๐€๐‡ | yelena belova
You find a stranger at your door, a visitor you canโ€™t make leave
โœถ ๐„๐•๐„๐‘๐˜ ๐–๐Ž๐‘๐ƒ ๐‹๐ˆ๐Š๐„ ๐’๐Œ๐Ž๐Š๐„ ๐…๐‘๐Ž๐Œ ๐€ ๐‚๐ˆ๐†๐€๐‘๐„๐“๐“๐„ | kraven the hunter
You catch the eye of a mysterious man who shares an unexpected secret with you
By โ˜† Stella โ˜† @a-lumos-in-the-nox
โœถ ๐‚๐”๐‘๐’๐„๐ƒ
A group of friends decide to explore the haunted house on the shortcut back to campus. Ignoring the 'No Trespassing' signs. They ease drop in on a meeting between beings, mortals have never lived to tell tales about. And find out the consequences of ease dropping on the annual Hallows Eve meeting.
๐–ฅ” ๐๐’๐…๐– ๐€๐‹๐๐‡๐€๐๐„๐“ | druig and makkari and female!oc
The kink alphabet for the threesome
๐–ฅ” ๐๐Ž๐“ ๐๐Ž๐– | druig and female!oc
Reader is horny but wonโ€™t do anything about it because she is busy doing other things. But her husband who can read minds can hear her inner struggle and does something about it.
๐–ฅ” ๐ƒ๐„๐•๐Ž๐“๐ˆ๐Ž๐ | druig and makkari and female!oc
Makkari has a surprise field trip for Juni and Druig. They donโ€™t know where they are going. It is her turn to pick where they meet up this time.
By โ˜„๏ธŽ Ellie โ˜„๏ธŽ @mrsmischief209
๐–ฅ” ๐’๐”๐‘๐‘๐„๐๐ƒ๐„๐‘ |
Introduction to Kinktober
๐–ฅ” ๐’๐‹๐Ž๐–๐‡๐€๐๐ƒ | billy russo
Inspired by the song โ€˜Slow Handโ€™ by the Pointer Sisters
โœถ๐–ฅ” ๐’๐€๐‚๐‘๐ˆ๐…๐ˆ๐‚๐„ ๐˜๐Ž๐”๐‘๐’๐„๐‹๐… ๐€๐๐ƒ ๐‹๐„๐“ ๐Œ๐„ ๐‡๐€๐•๐„ ๐–๐‡๐€๐“'๐’ ๐‹๐„๐…๐“ | softdark!frank castle
Inspired by the song โ€˜Breathโ€™ by Breaking Benjamin
By โ˜ช๏ธŽ Gina โ˜ช๏ธŽ @slvttyfied
๐“๐‡๐„ ๐๐„๐– ๐‘๐Ž๐Œ๐€๐๐“๐ˆ๐‚๐’ - ๐๐€๐‘๐“ ๐Ž๐๐„ | chef!ari levinson
Cause baby I can build a castle out of all the bricks they threw at me and every day is like a battle but every night with us is like a dream
By โœฏ Vic โœฏ @sunflowersteves
๐Š๐ˆ๐๐Š๐“๐Ž๐๐„๐‘ ๐ƒ๐€๐˜ ๐“๐‡๐‘๐„๐„ - ๐…๐ˆ๐‘๐’๐“ ๐๐‰ | carmen berzatto
Carmen knew you were a bit inexperienced, so what better way than to show you how?
By โš˜ Akane โš˜ @haravath0t
๐–ฅ” ๐๐„๐€๐”๐“๐ˆ๐…๐”๐‹ ๐’๐“๐‘๐€๐๐†๐„๐‘ | college au!alhaitham
College AU headcanon
By โŽˆ Navy โŽˆ @navybrat817
๐–ฅ” โœถ๐“๐‘๐ˆ๐‚๐Š ๐Ž๐‘ ๐“๐‘๐„๐€๐“ ๐๐Ž๐๐’๐„๐๐’๐„ | various SS and CE characters
One shots and ficlets for the month of October
๐–ฅ” ๐‹๐Ž๐’๐„ ๐˜๐Ž๐”๐‘ ๐•๐Ž๐ˆ๐‚๐„ | bucky barnes
You want Bucky in your mouth. Simple as that.
By โœ๏ธŽ Em โœ๏ธŽ @writing-for-marvel
๐–ฅ” ๐Š๐ˆ๐๐Š๐“๐Ž๐๐„๐‘ ๐‡๐Ž๐๐„๐˜๐Œ๐Ž๐Ž๐ | mob!bucky barnes
Newlyweds Mob!Bucky and wife!reader explore Europe and each other during their honeymoon.
By โ€ Ali โ€ @flordeamatista
๐–ฅ” โœถ ๐“๐‡๐„ ๐–๐ˆ๐“๐‚๐‡๐ˆ๐๐† ๐‡๐Ž๐”๐‘ ๐Œ๐€๐’๐“๐„๐‘๐‹๐ˆ๐’๐“ | various SS and CE characters
Kinktober inspired by tarot cards and their auras
๐–ฅ” ๐’๐€๐•๐„ ๐˜๐Ž๐”๐‘ ๐“๐„๐€๐‘๐’ | lee boedecker
A tale of your wicked deeds.
๐๐ˆ๐‚๐Š ๐…๐Ž๐–๐‹๐„๐‘ ๐†๐ˆ๐…๐’๐„๐“
By ๐€” Alex ๐€” @thecutestlittlebunbunfairy
๐–ฅ” ๐๐”๐ ๐๐”๐'๐’ ๐’๐๐Ž๐Ž๐๐“๐Ž๐๐„๐‘ ๐‚๐Ž๐‹๐‹๐„๐‚๐“๐ˆ๐Ž๐ | masterlist
Spooky season stories heavily inspired by Hozierโ€™s album, โ€˜Eat Your Youngโ€™
๐–ฅ” ๐’๐“๐€๐˜ ๐“๐‡๐„ ๐๐ˆ๐†๐‡๐“ | rockstar!sam/steve/bucky
When your friends invite you to a rock show and the drummer invites you back to his hotel room, you might get more than you bargained for yetโ€ฆ
By โœฌ Astro โœฌ @astrorogers
๐“๐‡๐„ ๐๐”๐‘๐‘๐…๐„๐‚๐“ ๐๐€๐ˆ๐‘ | wanda maximoff
The Scarlet Witch has arrived which means her familiar must finally reunite with her.
๐“๐‡๐„ ๐๐”๐‘๐‘๐…๐„๐‚๐“ ๐‡๐€๐‹๐‹๐Ž๐–๐„๐„๐ | wanda maxinoff
Wanda teaches kitten about Halloween
๐–ฅ” ๐’๐€๐ƒ๐ˆ๐’๐“๐ˆ๐‚ ๐–๐€๐๐ƒ๐€ ๐€๐’๐Š | mistress!wanda maximoff
Mistress!Wanda x sub!kitten reader smut
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Sneaky Link (Billy Russo x Castle!Reader)
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A/N: Nonnie, the way i RAN to my computer to write this. Youโ€™re a genius! Here you go!ย 
Request: Oke so hear me out please...So, Billy Russo and Frank Castle's sister in a backstreet relationship. I know i know it's lame, but i can't imagine Frank's face when he finds out that his sweet-not-so-innocent sister fuck his asshole-but-charming best friend.. Hope you like that idea <3
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Summary: Billy finds himself in trouble with his best friend, Frank, when Frank finds out heโ€™s been messing around with you, Frankโ€™s sweet and innocent sister.
(Warnings: Smut at the beginning, oral (fem receiving), reader is called good girl, cursing (lots of cursing), Frank and Billy get into a physical fight with each other (lol), fluffy Billy, not canon obv)
โ€œOh fuck, Billy. Just like that. Donโ€™t stop.โ€ You moaned, arching your back. Billyโ€™s tongue was currently making you see stars for the third time that evening. The soft comforter on your bed was soaked in sweat, and Billy wasnโ€™t letting up anytime soon.ย 
โ€œYou like that, baby?โ€ He mumbled, circling his tongue around your clit. โ€œGonna cum again, princess?โ€ ย 
โ€œShit, shit, shit, shit, yes.โ€ You breathed, squeezing your eyes shut. Your legs were shaking uncontrollably on Billyโ€™s shoulders, who was somehow smirking and still managing to inch you closer to your release. ย 
โ€œYouโ€™ve been such a good girl today. Cum on my tongue, princess.โ€ย 
The moan you let out wasย unholy as Billy focuses all of his attention on your clit, sucking and licking in perfect tandem. Your body seized as your third orgasm of the day rushes through you, a spark of fiery lust traveling down your spine. Billy doesnโ€™t let up until you physically shove his shoulders away, heart pounding and ears ringing. ย 
You gulp in air, turning to lay on your stomach. Billyโ€™s soft hands run up and down your spine in soothing strokes. ย 
โ€œYou did so good, baby.โ€ He mumbled into your ear, planting a soft kiss on the back of your neck. ย 
โ€œYou are going to be the death of me, Billy Russo.โ€ You responded, resting your cheek on your folded hands.ย 
โ€œYou love it.โ€ He scoffed, chuckling. ย 
You push yourself towards the edge of the bed, searching for your underwear in the trail of clothes that started at your front door and ended by your bed. ย 
โ€œWhere are you going?โ€ Billy made himself comfortable, stretching out on the sheets and resting his hands behind his head. ย 
โ€œI told Frank Iโ€™d meet him for drinks. Thatโ€™s where I was headed when you knocked on the door. And now,โ€ you check the time on your phone, โ€œIโ€™m very late. If you leave before I get back, lock the door behind you.โ€ ย 
Billyโ€™s frown is evident as you toss articles of clothing around trying to find your dress. You knew bringing up Frank would cause some anxiety, but you really were going to meet Frank. ย 
โ€œWhen are we going to tell him?โ€ Billy asked, pointing out the dress that heโ€™d carefully laid on the armchair before ravishing you.ย 
Billy and you had been messing around for months now, all behind Frankโ€™s back. It wasnโ€™t that you were ashamed of Billy, but Frank had always been protective of you, and you were sure heโ€™d be less than thrilled to find out his best friend had been fucking his little sister for the better half of a year. ย 
It hadnโ€™t started on purpose, you reasoned. Frank, you, and Billy had beenย drinking at a bar when Karen had called Frank, frantic about something. Frank had hurried off, leaving you and Billy to your own devices. Three shotsย later and Billy was pulling your top off in the bar bathroom. ย 
After that encounter, youโ€™d avoided spending any time alone with Billy, but Billyโ€™s charming and handsome and so good at kissing, so your resolve only lasted a few days. Since then, Billy and you had been sneaking around Frankโ€™s back, stealing glances at each other when Frank wasnโ€™t looking, and sneaking kisses when you could get away with it. ย 
It started as a casual hook-up, but it certainly didnโ€™t develop as one. You and Billy were together. You cooked dinner for each other, went out on dates when you knew Frank wouldnโ€™t stumble across the two of you, and spent most of your free time at each otherโ€™s apartments. He brought you flowers every week and referred to you as his girlfriend to his employees at work. Youโ€™d even gone to the Anvil Christmas party, albeit as Frankโ€™s plus one, but you were still there, celebrating Billyโ€™s accomplishments with him. ย 
โ€œDid you hear me? When are we going to tell him?โ€ Billyโ€™s voice brought you out of your thoughts. ย 
โ€œI donโ€™t know.โ€ You responded honestly. At this point, no matter how you did it, Frank would be upset that youโ€™d hidden it from him.ย 
โ€œDo you not want to be with me?โ€ Billy rarely sounded insecure, but in that moment, you could feel the insecurities rolling off him. You moved towards the bed, cupping Billyโ€™s cheeks and kissing his nose. ย 
โ€œOf course, I want to be with you, Billy. Youโ€™re everything to me. I just donโ€™t know how to explain that to Frank without him trying to murder you. And then me.โ€ you added, pressing your forehead to his. ย 
โ€œWe should tell him soon. I donโ€™t like hiding things from him. Weโ€™ve always trusted each other.โ€ ย 
โ€œI know. Weโ€™ll tell him soon. I promise, okay? But I really have to go.โ€ ย 
Billy nodded, kissing your cheek and standing. ย 
A knock at the door had both of you on alert. You moved to answer it, but Billy stopped you andย held out his shirt in his hands. You looked down and realized you were still naked, minus the underwear. A sheepish grin crossed your face as you threw the shirt on.ย 
You swung open the door, ready to tell whatever solicitor that you werenโ€™t interested, but you stopped short when you exchanged glances with your brother, who looked rightfully concerned.ย 
โ€œWhere the hell have you been? I waited for you for over an hour, and then you wouldnโ€™t respond to my texts or calls, so I thought โ€˜Oh she must be getting murdered. Then you open the door with this ridiculous smile on your face, like you arenโ€™t incredibly late for something!โ€ ย 
Frank stormed through the door, and before you can respond, takes in the fact that Billy is standing in your bedroom doorway, shirtless and guilt-ridden. Frank turned and looked at you, glancing down at your shirt and then back at Billy, who is holding his hands up innocently. Frankโ€™s face is stoic, but you can see the rage churning in his eyes. The apartment is so quiet you can hear Billyโ€™s breathing from across the room. The calm before the storm, apparently.ย 
โ€œโ€™the fucksย wrong with you, you bastard?โ€ Frank charged at Billy, who only lifted his hands higher to try and push Frank away from him. ย 
โ€œFrank, stop!โ€ You yelped, trying to figure out how to stop Frank from killing your boyfriend. Frank slammed Billy into the wall, punching Billy in the jaw. ย 
โ€œItโ€™s not what you think. Iโ€™m not just-โ€ย 
โ€œJust what? Fucking my sister? I thought you were different, Billy. What the fuck is wrong with you?โ€ Frankโ€™s fist connected with Billyโ€™s face again, and you let out a yelp as blood starts to trickle down Billyโ€™s face. ย 
โ€œFrank, stop! Itโ€™s not like that! Heโ€™s my boyfriend, Frank! Weโ€™re not just messing around!โ€ ย 
Frank freezes, mid-swing, and turns to look at you. Heโ€™s very clearly confused at your confession.ย 
โ€œYour boyfriend?โ€ Frank drops Billy, who slumps against the wall and lets out a wheeze. โ€œWhat do you mean, your boyfriend?โ€ย 
โ€œI mean, heโ€™s my boyfriend, Frank. Weโ€™re together. And we shouldโ€™ve told you, but I knew youโ€™d react just like this, like a fucking psycho, so I didnโ€™t say anything. And I made Billy promise he wouldnโ€™t say anything to you. If youโ€™re going to be mad at someone, be mad at me.โ€ ย 
โ€œYouโ€™re together?โ€ Frank looks between you and Billy, shaking his head. โ€œLike together, together?โ€ย 
โ€œYes, now can I please go put some pants on and trust that youโ€™re not going to pummel his face in?โ€ย 
โ€œI need to talk to you.โ€ Frank points at Billy, who stands and wipes the blood from his face. ย 
โ€œYeah, alright.โ€ He responds, nodding. ย 
When you make it to your bedroom, you can hear the muffled sound of Frank speaking. He still sounded angry, but at least he wasnโ€™t actively trying to punch Billy anymore. You searched through your drawers until you found an old pair of sweatpants, slowly pulling them on. You wanted to give Billy and Frank enough time to talk it out, but you didnโ€™t want to leave them alone for too much longer. ย 
You creeped through the doorway, where you found Billy sitting on your couch with an ice pack pressed into his jaw, and Frank, searching through your fridge. ย 
โ€œIs everything...good now?โ€ You asked tentatively, looking back and forth between your boyfriend and your brother. ย 
โ€œYeah, but I donโ€™t wanna see any of that lovey-dovey shit. Iโ€™m not happy about it, but I canโ€™t stop you from being an idiot.โ€ Frank responded, pulling three beers out of the fridge and setting them on the counter. ย 
Billy gave you a small smile, but grimaced when pain shot through his jaw again. You could already see the bruises blooming on his face. ย 
โ€œOkay...do you want to watch a movie?โ€ You asked, trying to play it off like this was a totally normal night. ย 
Frank handed you a beer, then handed Billy one. ย 
โ€œSure, princ- Um.โ€ Billy cleared his throat and said your name. Frank rolled his eyes and sat down next to Billy, which left you the seat next to Frank. You tried not to roll your eyes at Frankโ€™s choice of couch cushions and flopped down next to him. It was going to be a long movie. ย 
When Frank finally left hours later, he sent you a pointed look on his way out the door. He had barely looked at you or Billy the entire night, but you considered it progress anyways. It was better than physically punching each other. ย 
Billy had stretched his legs out on the couch, propping his head up on a pillow. ย 
โ€œSo that went...well?โ€ He questioned, raising his eyebrows at you.ย 
โ€œAre you okay? Iโ€™m so sorry.โ€ You rushed to his side, trying to get a better look at the bruises forming on Billyโ€™s face. ย 
Billy waved a hand and shrugged. โ€œIf all I got was a couple licks to the face, I call that a win. Heโ€™ll come around.โ€ ย 
Frank did eventually come around, but he certainly took his time. For the first month after his discovery, he wedged himself inbetween you and Billy as often as he could. Whether it be on the subway, in a bar stool, or at your house, Frank always managed to separate the two of you. It was frustrating, but Billy assured you that he would take the time he needed to get over it and come around. ย 
When Billy took your hand to pull you out of the way of a fast-approaching cab one night, Frank eyed your intertwined hands, and then looked away, pretending not to notice it. You squeezed Billyโ€™s hand in celebration but didnโ€™t say a word. The first time Billy kissed you in front of Frank, he had gotten an emergency call from work and had to rush out of the bar you were sitting in. He had planted a kiss on your lips without thinking about the present company and bolted out the door, leaving you with a very red face. ย 
Frank had taken a sip of his beer and continued the conversation you were having before Billyโ€™s departure. The small victories were few and far between, but you and Billy were patient. ย 
Finally, what felt like months later, Frank made a joke about Billy being your boyfriend, and you felt like you could finally relax. Billy clearly made you happy, so Frank got over it. Later that night, you were wrapped in Billyโ€™s arms in your bed, half-asleep and listening to Billyโ€™s voice as he read from your favorite book.ย  ย 
โ€œYou know,โ€ Billy mumbled to your sleeping form, โ€œI hope Frank doesnโ€™t react the same way when I ask you to marry me.โ€ ย 
He chuckled as you snuggled into his chest, unconscious to the world around you. You and Billy hadnโ€™t spoken about marriage, but he had clear intentions with you. He wasnโ€™t going to let you get away. ย 
He leaned over and clicked the lamp off, sending the room into complete darkness. ย 
โ€œGoodnight, my love.โ€ He sighed, kissing your hair. โ€œI canโ€™t wait to say that to you for the rest of our lives.โ€ย 
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a/n: I just want this guy to be obsessed with me, is that too much to ask?
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You hadnโ€™t lived in this apartment long before you got acquainted with the man across the street, the vast windows in either of your homes let you have an intimate view of each otherโ€™s worlds.ย 
Zoning out while staring at neighboursโ€™ windows was normal, but this certainly wasnโ€™t.ย 
You had never actually spoken to the guy, didnโ€™t even know his name, yet the two of you interacted every single day. Your eyes always seemed to find his window, and every time they did, he was always right there staring back at you.ย 
It was around now that it occurred to you that maybe all of the careless little things he did hadnโ€™t been so careless after allโ€ฆ Maybe him leaving his towel in the bathroom only to stride past all of his wide windows just to take a million years in front of his closet to decide what suit heโ€™d wear that day was just a ploy, some cocky way of telling you exactly what he wanted without even speaking at all.ย 
There certainly wasnโ€™t any air to clear now that you propped your legs further up on the chair you sat on, circling your puffy clit as you stared at his tight fist gliding up and down his length.ย 
If only you could hear him now has his lips parted, his dark eyes shamelessly glued to the show you were giving him in return.
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