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idaoftheburningmind · 2 years ago

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‘You were his to protect, above all else.’

How I went from baby-girl-had-a-dildo-and-a-plan to sobbing into a pillow, wailing for my panther, pretty much sums up my relationship with this series, and just about all of Chelsea’s stories.

Because it’s maddening how she writes and we yearn for things we didn’t even know we wanted, like Billy Russo transforming into a panther and presumably crushing the marrow of whoever took the Reader’s necklace.

Someone had dared to hurt you, and thought they were capable of getting away with it.

Billy needed to send a message.

One that would not be misunderstood.

First of all, that declaration is sexy af. Second, how dare you make it sound sexy af @becauseicantthinkwritings

This is the hurt-comfort trope I would sell a kidney for, where the aloof partner rips apart whoever dared harm their beloved, their mate, that one person on this sad, sorry earth that they’ll ever be soft around (in secret). Yes, I’m on my knees and I’ll take more of that, please.

“You’re… not…just a panther, are you?”

We badly, very badly, want these two to be together (and, for the love of god, finally fuck), but Chelsea is telling us to be patient, more patient probably than we’ve ever been. We might be forgetting that there is more than one hunter on the prowl, and Billy has yet to find out just how much closer he’ll need to keep watch.

Teeth

Part 9!

Werepanther!Billy Russo x Female Reader

Masterlist

Warnings: Angst, anxiety, implications of murder.

You twitch your toes, waiting till there's a knock on your door.

Blinking, you open it carefully, trying not to fiddle with your fingers as the anxiety threatens to overwhelm you.

"Thank you for this." You say, looking up at Billy, before looking away.

He's dressed in his work clothes- suit and tie, looking at you so carefully that you feel like he can see so much more of you that you'd care to admit.

"I'm glad you called." Billy says, voice low, taking a step back to let you lock up, "Didn't like the idea of you trying to go down there alone."

You let out a dry laugh.

"I tried, but I just couldn't do it." You say to him.

"You look like you haven't slept." His voice is gentle, like a welcome hand on your back, rubbing circles to calm you.

You smile sadly at him.

"I haven't- I- I can't-"

"It's okay, we'll figure it out." Billy says, reassuring you that nothing you're going through is abnormal in any way.

You reach for his hand, squeezing it gently.

"Thank you." You say, trying to express your earnesty, glad to have someone as understanding as him with you.

His car is... sublime.

Gorgeous, sleek in its aerodynamic design.

You're not too familiar with car models, but you catch the BMW logo on the front of the black car, smiling as he opens the passenger door for you.

You settle yourself in, admiring the supple interior, and the simplicity of it.

"Honestly, this is not what I thought you drove." You confess to him when he climbs into the car.

The engine absolutely purrs to live, revving beautifully, tingling your eardrums with the low sound.

"What did you think I drove?" Billy asks, raising an eyebrow at you.

It suddenly made you aware that you may have been about to tell him you thought he was extravagant.

"Okay, I just realised what I thought you drove made zero sense and I would like to retract my comment."

He grins at you, deviousness leeching out of his every pore. It makes you simmer with delight.

"No way, tell me."

"Well, I thought someone like you- CEO of a company that is- drove what other CEOs of companies tend to drive."

"An Aston? Lamborghini? Ferrari?"

"All of the above?" You supply with a light hint of an apology in your tone.

He laughs, and the sound is nothing short of divine. You wanted to memorize the funniest jokes just to hear him laugh again.

"I'm not that ostentatious. I run a security company, being unseen is my ally, and luxury cars like that are just impractical."

"I guess that makes sense." You mumble, deep in thought.

"But I have to admit that I did buy a Royce the first year my company lifted off."

"Of course you did." You tease lightly, with no malicious intent behind your words.

He gives you a little lift of his shoulder.

"It's the little things sometimes."

How easy talking to him was, so very dangerous in so many ways, you were always just two steps shy of flirting with him. He made talking to him so simple, made you forget about ever being anxious in the first place.

You were definitely in trouble.

"That's it?" You asked when the officer returns your bag to you, informing you that the items were left behind when the suspects realised they were being chased.

"What about my jewellery?" You ask, heart squeezing in your chest.

She gives you an apologetic shake of her head.

"Jewellery is usually a lot harder to recover, it might have already been pawned off. We'll keep an eye out, but I wouldn't get my hopes up."

Your heart sinks. You nod, thanking her before turning and walking back to a waiting Billy.

"I got my laptop and wallet back." You murmur, avoiding his dark eyes, trying very hard not to cry in front of your boss.

"That's everything?" He asks, "Do you want to go home?"

You swallow, nodding quickly and walking past him.

You hold this awful, rotten feeling inside of you all the way back to his car, but when you get in, and you close the door, the tears refuse to be ignored any longer.

Billy says your name with concern when he notices you crying.

You let out a shaky sob.

"I'm sorry." You whimper, pressing your face into your hands to hide from him as you weep pathetically.

It takes all of a second before he's pulling you against him, your bodies at an odd angle to allow you to fit against each other with the centre console of the car in the way.

"What is it?" He asks, "What's wrong?"

You lean against him, hands gripping at his bicep in an attempt to pull comfort from him.

"I knew the odds of getting the necklace back but I was hoping it wouldn't be true." You start, reaching into your bag and finding your packet of tissues hidden in the lining.

"I just- I know it's not that important in the scheme of things but-" you sigh, "-I really loved that necklace."

"It is important. If you loved it, then it's important. Don't lose hope, you can still get it back." Billy tries to soothe, his warm breath on your cheek, so maddeningly close.

You cry against him a little bit more.

"It just made me feel safe. After- after every terrible thing that happened. It made me feel like I was being protected by something much bigger than myself. But-" You shudder out a sad breath, "-not even that is true."

His arms tighten around you.

He wants to make so many promises to you in that moment.

Billy wants to promise that he'll do everything he can to keep you safe, that he's here no matter what. He breathes in your scent and squeezes his eyes shut and hates that he'd given someone the opportunity to lay their hands on you.

His sweet girl didn't deserve this, and Billy was going to do everything in his power to get you that necklace back.

You were his to protect, above all else.

You fall asleep on the drive back to your place, a sudden bout of traffic turning the ten minute drive into thirty minutes.

There's just something about being around him, that slows every rushing thought in your head, you find yourself so relaxed in his presence and before you know it, you're asleep in minutes. The events of the last two days have taken a toll, and you sleep so deeply that you don't register a single thing.

You don't wake, not even when he picks you up, scooping you into his arms so easily that you would be amazed if you weren't asleep.

He places you in bed, tugging your shoes off, before dimming the lights.

You only truly wake up, when you hear your bedroom door open, an indication that he was leaving.

"Billy." You call out for him, fighting to sit up, rubbing one eye to regain your focus.

He's paused at the door, looking back at you.

"Can you stay a little longer? Just until I get to sleep?" You let out a little sigh, "I've asked a lot of you already, so you can say no, I won't hold it against you. But I just-"

"I get it." Billy says, interrupting. He turns from the door, moving confidently to your bed, and carefully placing himself on top.

It's kind of hilarious, he's still in his finely pressed work shirt and pants, having shed his jacket and tie at some unobservable point. If you were more comfortable with him, you would have insisted that he change before lying beside you.

But your level of exhaustion is too great to worry about anything, not lying in bed beside your boss, and definitely not moving closer to him till you're almost touching but not exactly.

You look up at him with sleepy eyes, and he carefully raises a hand to your cheek to brush some of your hair out of your face.

"Thank you." You murmur, taking his hand in yours, pressing the warm appendage to your chilled cheek.

You can't help it in your sleepy state, curling closer to him, head resting in the crook of his arm.

"Just five minutes," you try to reason with him as if he's protesting in any kind of way, "Just until I get to sleep."

"I'm here." He says softly, as you drift off in the depths of his scent.

He stays for an hour after you fall asleep, trying very hard to talk himself into getting up and leaving.

It's just that you look so at peace, your head resting on his bicep that is half asleep with the loss of circulation.

The beast purrs, subdued, inside of him, eager to look at you, and be near to you, though he knows he shouldn't stay.

He's not taking advantage, he doesn't want you to even think he was capable. Billy has spent years curating a steady hand on his self control, only to have you rip right through it like its paper in five minutes with your bare hands and a sweet smile.

What would an eternity of this feel like? He wonders. How often would he find himself lost in your strawberry scent if he could?

His mouth waters.

He shudders in a deep breath.

You hum, drawing closer to him, he swallows when your palm connects with his clothed chest.

His eyes fall on the scratches at your neck, he tilts his head, studying it with careful eyes. He memorises the look of them, the way they make him feel. He latches onto the emotion, plants a seed of rage inside himself, watered by the beast's thirst for retribution.

Someone had dared to hurt you, and thought they were capable of getting away with it.

Billy needed to send a message.

One that would not be misunderstood.

You wake up alone.

Groaning angrily after a night of such peaceful sleep only to wake up and realized that he'd left just like you'd asked him to.

Was it too much to wish that he'd stayed? That he couldn't help himself and fell asleep beside you?

Of course it was, and it was a very dangerous, no good thought.

He was your boss, he was in control of your salary, you shouldn't be pining over him like some lovesick puppy.

The lines between personal and professional had been painfully blurred since the moment you'd started working for him, maybe even before, and yet still you wished it would blur farther.

What would waking up next to him be like? Hell, what would seeing him asleep be like? Would the harsh lines of his face soften till you couldn't tell his age? Would he make little sounds as he slept?

And then the scariest thought of all comes to mind.

Did he even want that with you?

Probably not, considering that he's left your 'Thank you again for last night' text on fucking read.

It was worse than not reading it. It had been hours since the read receipt was activated and yet still, he hadn't responded.

Maybe he was busy, you try to not let it get to you, deciding to go through your laptop and see if anything was tampered with in the meantime.

You still find difficulty in leaving your apartment. You try for hours, sitting at your open front door in an attempt to get used to the idea of it.

Everytime you try to leave your heart starts racing, your body shakes, all you can think about is what terrible fate would befall you next.

Thankfully, after a quick call to your therapist, she suggests starting smaller, with an open window.

It's how you end up on your balcony, sitting next to Dani's gift, soaking in the sunlight.

This was nice, this was good, outside was not something to be scared of.

But facing Billy's home- just reminded you of him.

Still left on read, you drop your phone angrily.

What did you want? A romantic relationship with him? That wasn't sustainable at all. You should definitely just avoid him, the way he was no doubt avoiding you.

Your hand spreads over your bare throat and you let out a sad sigh.

You wished you could feel safe again.

When night comes, you can't sleep once more. There's no Billy here to put you at ease, nothing to make you feel safe and warm and protected. The worries in your head are too loud, there's an agony to not being able to relax in your own home.

Amy is sympathetic to your plight, staying on the phone with you as long as possible until she inevitably falls asleep, and you're left alone once more with a world of thoughts.

You hadn't gotten any other type of communication from whoever had taken that photo of you. Had they given up? Or lost you after you changed both your address and your job?

Something in the back of your head, maybe fear, or just past experience, told you that things probably wouldn't be over that easily.

A sound catches your attention, as you gaze off into your room deep in thought, echoing through the apartment before it reaches you.

You raise your head, your heart pounding as you realise it's coming from the front door.

Was someone trying to break in? You reach for your phone, trying to be as quiet as possible as you climb off your bed.

Who should you call? Billy? No, it was 2am you should see what it was first.

As you get closer, you register that it sounds like soft scratching, a very strange sound for a potential thief to be making.

"Hello?" You call through the door, perplexed at the sound.

When there's a low rumble back at you, you take a deep breath and unlock the door quickly, pulling it open with a rush.

You squeak in surprise.

Midnight black fur, golden brown eyes looking up at you.

The panther, sitting patiently at your door.

"What the hell?" You say in disbelief, taking a step back, hands covering your mouth in shock.

There was a large beast sitting at your door.

The panther, somehow taking this as an invitation, stands, and walks slowly toward you.

You can't believe it, was this a prank or had you gone insane? How had a dangerous animal of this size gotten into your apartment building in the first place?

You step backwards as it approaches, taking slow steps as if it's somehow trying to put you at ease.

Your body smacks into the side of your couch and you stiffen as it gets close enough to touch you.

A soft head bumps against your thigh, your mouth parts with shock at the greeting.

There's a little purring sound it makes as it rubs its head over your thigh gently, eerily similar to what it did the last time you encountered it.

Last time...

Before it had saved you from a knife wielding serial killer.

"It's you." You say, in absolute surprise, your body building a strange cocktail of shock and calm inside of you.

The panther rumbles in something akin to agreement as if to say, 'yes, hello again.'

You reach for the large cat, shaky hands smoothing into the butter soft fur on its head, after a moment, when you realise there's no immediate threat, you let out a laugh of surprise.

It closes its eyes, nuzzling easily into your palms.

"Hey pretty boy." You murmur eagerly, speaking to him in a light tone that you can tell he loves based on the way he continues to purr, a deep vibration against your palms as you bring your face closer to his to rub your head against his affectionately.

He pulls away after a second, and you watch with an open mouth as he casually walks his way deeper into your aparment.

You move to follow before remembering that your front door is still open.

After hastily shutting your front door, you follow after where you saw him last, finding that your bedroom door has been pushed open at the end of your hallway.

There you find the large predator, lying on your bed.

You approach a little cautiously, very confused about what was going on.

He drops his head, and from his mouth, something shiny and gold falls onto your bedsheets.

The panther looks up at you eagerly as you move closer to investigate.

It was your necklace.

You gasp, reaching for it, picking it up to examine the little pendant eagerly, a little symbol of the large beast in front of you, dangling from a delicate gold chain.

You don't hesitate, clasping it around your neck excitedly before moving to your little vanity to examine yourself in the mirror.

The panther had brought your necklace back.

The panther... was in the city with you.

You turn to study the predator on your bed, and it looks back at you in kind, its tail twitching in what you assume is contentment on your bed.

How had this panther gotten all this way without being caught? Had someone trained it to bring this to you?

You tilt your head, and blink in astonishment when the panther also tilts its head to mimic you. When you straighten your head, it does the same.

You didn't think this was just another trained animal, there was something in its eyes, an understanding that you weren't familiar with.

You were probably going crazy, hallucinating, or maybe this was a dream.

You look down, counting your fingers. Not a dream.

This was real.

There was a real panther in your bed.

Or was it?

"Can you... understand me?" You ask, almost absurdly to the animal.

Its answer is to flop onto its side with a big huff.

"Is that a yes?"

Another huff of breath.

You approach the beast slowly, sitting at the edge of your bed, reaching out to touch one big paw, its fur so soft you're almost addicted to the way it feels.

"You're..... not.... jut a panther are you?"

A flick of its tail, the flex of its paw to show off the very sharp claws hidden between toes. You retract your hand at the sight of such a deadly appendage.

"Are you... also a human?" You ask, aware of how certifiably insane you sounded.

What other explaination was there? How had a panther brought you back a necklace? How had it known how to get to you?

The beast takes a deep breath, letting out another sharp huff.

You gaze away for a long time, your brain scrambled with too many thoughts, too many rushing ideas and reactions.

After a second you look back into its golden eyes.

"That was a yes?"

A huff.

You gulp, turning away, sitting at the edge of the bed trying to process the information given to you.

Shapeshifters? Shapeshifters were a thing?

"Oh god." You say, almost sick to your stomach at the implication.

As if it senses your distress, the panther crawls closer, and rests its large head onto your lap. Automatically, you raise a hand to stroke its head. Almost immediately, an arrangement of soft purring starts up, its eyes closing easily..

You can't help smiling, hands roaming over its ears, watching them with amusement as they flicker and twitch.

"You're kind of cute." You say to it- to him.

His response is to let out a soft sigh.

You observe him, admiring the way he looks, eyes drawn to the peek of teeth jutting out from his mouth.

"You're kind of scary too."

He peeks an eye open to look at you.

"Will you show me who you are?" You ask.

It's the wrong thing to say, because the panther's response is to pull away from you.

He stands on your bed, giving you his back and lying down facing away from you.

"Message received." You mumble.

You sit and stare at his back, raising your hand to touch the pendant around your neck, thinking quietly about everything.

The situation is absurd, beyond that even, there's no words to describe what you're going through. You can't seem to figure out why you're so calm, as if there was a puzzle piece in your head that has always been there, but just sitting in the wrong spot.

Now, things are just clicking into place, making more and more sense, but also showing you a side of the world that you didn't even know existed.

You feel your body overheat with the amount of thinking you're doing, you're not sure how you can even continue to exist with this knowledge-

You don't even realise you're unable to breathe until you wheeze out a gasp.

The panther, hearing just a single sound of distress, turns to face you quickly.

The bed dips as he stands and approaches.

"It's a lot." You whisper, looking up at the predator, tears blurring your vision.

His furry head bumps your cheek, an attempt to soothe you through your little freak out.

You feel him nudge you into a reclined position, and you let him, because you're too caught up in your shock to process anything really happening around you.

The panther grips your duvet in his teeth, and pulls it up till it covers your shoulders.

Slipping under it beside you, you study your hands intently, your focus.only breaking when he pops his furry head as close to your face as possible without touching.

You pause your self destructive thinking to study him, hand automatically trailing from the top of his head down his back.

It calms you, and after a few moments like that, you suck in an easy breath.

"You saved my life." You say to him, watching his ear twitch as you glide your hands over them. He doesn't react, merely looking at you while you're deep in thought.

You rest beside him, eyes drooping involuntarily, trying to stay awake and memorise the look of this animal in your bed with every sense you can.

"Thank you." Is the last thing you whisper quietly, voice just above a whisper, burying your head into his neck, admiring the silky feeling of fur on your cheek as you drift off right to sleep.

When you wake up in the morning, you almost think it was all a dream. That is, until you raise a hand to your neck, and you feel the warm gold necklace dangling from your neck.

Maybe you weren't as unprotected as you thought.

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moonpascaltoo · 4 months ago

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BEN BARNES CHARACTERS FIC RECS

╰┈➤ 18+ none of these stories belong to me! this is a masterlist of all ben barnes stories i’ve read and reblogged! just thought it would be nice to have them all in one spot! (if your fic is on here and you wish not to be, please let me know!) <3

MASTERLIST • 08/17/24

SIRIUS BLACK

BILLY RUSSO

@sergeantbuckybarnes ✰ anti-heroe You’re assigned to eliminate Frank Castle. But how can you do it? He’s your boyfriend’s best friend. And Billy has no idea you used to kill for money.

@chvoswxtch ✰ just wanted to hear your voice billy hasn't been able to stop thinking about you all morning, and he just wants to hear your voice.

@that-sarcastic-writer ✰ sneaking around You've been sneaking around with Billy, and your brother finds out.

@queen-haq ✰ a women scorned (linking last one so all links are available) You’ve been sleeping with Billy Russo for a few months now. Knowing his aversion to any kind of emotional commitments, you’re satisfied with your clandestine arrangement until you catch him having dinner with Dinah Madani one night. Then it finally dawns on you. It’s not that he doesn’t want to commit, he just doesn’t want to commit to *you*. Billy may think he knows you, but he has no idea what he’s just lost…

@k-marzolf ✰ devil may care Billy keeps ending up on your doorstep wounded.

@stvrlightgirl ✰ the way you look tonight

ALEKSANDER MOROZOVA / THE DARKLING

@myhairpintrigger ✰ to love another and be loved hanahaki disease ✰ the hard way

@holden-caulfield ✰ brighter than the sun aleksander can't help but regret the choice to leave you as he looks at alina and only sees you.

@inej-ruination-ghafa ✰ total eclipse You were his everything and when he angered the soldiers in the nearby town, they decided to take their revenge out on you, not knowing of the disastrous consequences.

@maimingaffairs ✰ the dark side of the moon

KING/PRINCE CASPIAN

@oneawkwardwriter ✰ prove her wrong both you and caspian have been miserable ✰ i see the light you're staring at the moon and stars; Caspian is staring at you

@heliads ✰ my prince

@inej-ruination-ghafa ✰ snow on the beach the one where you realise that there will be a change in your whole life and you have to leave to behind with someone you don't like

@banditthewriter ✰ like it once was

@im-a-wonderling ✰ do you yield

@isolemnlyswearpevensie ✰ take everything from me Caspian is jealous because of Y/N’s newfound love for high king Peter Pevensie

@mxltifxnd0m ✰ just ask her already Caspian asks you to the yule ball.

MULTIPLE CHARACTERS

@marvelmusing ✰ take your pick Your boyfriend has a very interesting ability, and every character he can shift into has a special place in your heart. But which one do you want to spend the night with?

#ben barnes #billy russo #aleksander morozova #sirius black #billy russo x reader #the darkling #aleksander morozova x reader #sirius black x reader #the darkling x reader #ben barnes fic recs #prince caspian #king caspian #prince caspian x reader #king caspian x reader #ben barnes x reader

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basicrese · 5 months ago

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Billy Russo Fic Recs

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one-shots

After the Rain by @e-dubbc11

anti-hero by @sergeantbuckybarnes

Hypothetically Real Future by @peterman-spideyparker

Our blood is burning by @k-marzolf

Sneaky Link by @amhrosina

To Love You More by @e-dubbc11

When Life Slips Away by @reg-arcturus-black

series

A Woman Scorned by @queen-haq

A Woman Reborn by @queen-haq

#billy russo x reader #billy russo angst #billy russo fluff #billy russo smut #billy russo #the punisher #marvel #fic recs

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readerinsertsaremyguiltypleasure · 2 years ago

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Billy Russo x Reader Fic Rec List

Here’s a little project I’ve been working on for... *checks notes* five months and I’ve finally finished it! So without further ado, here are about 20 of my favourite Billy x Reader fics (under the cut, of course). Enjoy!

Balance Between Forces by marvelmusing

Author’s summary: You can’t explain the pull you feel towards the Sith Lord, Darth Russoti. No matter where he is, you can always find him.

Rec notes: Who doesn’t love a sexually charged sword fight? Or in this case, lightsaber fight, as this is a Star Wars AU. One thing I particularly like about this fic is the “Red/Blue looks good on you” parallel, which is what made it stand out for me. Well, that and the idea of Billy as a Sith. The little picture at the top of the fic shows why that is so appealing.

The Blood We Spill by celestialspecial

Summary: The reader wants revenge against those who killed her sister… so she makes a deal.

Rec notes: A short fic, but a good one. I love the concept of demon!billy, and making him a crossroads demon just makes so much sense. Be warned, though. This fic will leave you wanting more. I’ve got my fingers crossed for a sequel in which it is time for the reader to pay up.

Bottle of Scotch by banditthewriter

Summary: The reader works for Billy and develops a habit of anonymously gifting him things. But solely because they are such good friends. Not because of any hidden feelings or anything…

Rec notes: I LOVE the friends-to-lovers trope. The pining, the sexual tension, the denial and misunderstandings… just hook it to my veins! This fic does not disappoint, which is to be expected from this writer. Fair warning, you are going to be seeing their name a lot in this list.

Cupid by banditthewriter

Author’s summary: You’re a cupid that has run into the same man a few times while you’re making matches. The only problem? That man is a reaper. A reaper that goes by the name Billy Russo. Well. Maybe it’s not too much of a problem.

Rec notes: A cupid and reaper falling in love is such an interesting concept, and I love how the writer has managed to build the world without taking anything away from the characters and their relationship. A hard thing to do in what is a relatively short fic.

Guilty of Love by marvelmusing

Summary: The reader is a detective assigned to a case of recent killings across the city. But their work has not gone unnoticed, and they find themselves a lot closer to their fugitive than expected.

Rec notes: I love how seamlessly Billy and the reader fall into a relationship in this one. Even before anything is defined and the characters themselves haven’t realised, it is obvious that they are committed to each other. This fic is also a great one if you are looking for a long story, but don’t want to read it all in one go. It’s broken up into seasons and then into small chapters that are practically one-shots. Perfect for reading on the go or just in between doing other things.

Hunger by lieutenantwilliamrusso

Summary: Billy is a vampire and the reader lets him drink from her.

Rec notes: Vampire!Billy is always great, but what sets this one apart is the ending. The first half of the fic is your typical sexy Billy with a vampire twist… but then the darkness slowly creeps in. It’s wonderfully done and has a killer last line.

Impossible Year by banditthewriter

Author’s summary: It started as a care package to a nameless soldier. What comes next is a year of letters, emails, and Skype calls that document the reader falling for a soldier on the other side of the world.

Rec notes: This is one of my favourite Billy x Reader fics. I don’t think I can properly describe how good it is. It’s the type of fic you just can’t put down, even when you’re dead tired. And I love how it’s broken up into months. It flows nicely and the audience really gets a sense of how the reader and Billy’s relationship grows as they slowly get to know each other.

In Time by banditthewriter

Author’s summary: It’s time for the annual Purge. The reader usually hides in a bunker with Billy, Frank, Karen, and the Lieberman family. This year, things are going to get bloody.

Rec notes: This is my favourite of Bandit’s Halloween fics. And considering the high quality of the others, that is saying something. As you may have guessed from the summary, this fic is based on the idea behind the Purge movies, so be prepared for violence and a whole lot of whump. What I like about this fic is that even though the reader and Billy spend very little time together, there is always something linking them, be it phone calls, Rawlins using the reader to get to Billy, or just internal angst and pining. It’s brilliantly done.

Look After You by banditthewriter

Summary: The reader and friends – including one Billy Russo – spend various nights at a karaoke bar. You know where this is going.

Rec notes: I just had to have a singing one in here. With Ben Barnes’ voice, how could I not? Sometimes karaoke love confessions can be really cheesy… okay, they are always cheesy, but that doesn’t mean they can’t be great as well. This fic is the perfect mix of fun and emotion and the ending never fails to make me smile.

Misdial; Redial by banditthewriter

Prompt/Author’s summary: Wrong Number AU: Reader is going through hard times and her friend gives her number to a guy who usually helps veterans but won’t say no to a civilian. But instead of talking with a polite man named Curtis she ends up texting with a guy named Billy who’s incredibly witty, funny and maybe gets attached to her but doesn’t want to show his face

Rec notes: This is another one of my favourites. It’s long for one chapter (17k words) but it’s such a great read, you won’t want to stop. There’s a lot of past trauma to deal with in this fic, both the reader’s and Billy’s, and the writer handles it all brilliantly and sprinkles plenty of lighter moments throughout the story, highlighting the reader regaining control of her life and getting to a better place.

New Year Celebrations by marvelmusing

Summary: Billy had never cared too much about celebrating the New Year. Until he met you, that is.

Rec notes: This little ficlet is so fluffy I wanna die! It’s sure to leave a smile on your face.

Play It By Ear by banditthewriter

Summary: The reader is a music tutor and one of her favourite pupils just happens to have a very attractive dad.

Rec notes: Kid!fic is not usually my thing, but I think the reason I like this one is because it isn’t the reader’s kid. Billy is a single dad and the kid is a teen by the time they meet the reader, so, as someone who is not very maternal, it makes it easier to relate to the reader. Another benefit is that we have skipped all the “I don’t know how to be a dad” angst and gotten straight to how Billy was with Lisa and Frank Jr. Okay, there’s still a little bit of “I don’t know how to be a dad” angst, but I think that’s just a normal part of parenting.

Set it Up, Knock it Down by banditthewriter

Prompt/Author’s summary: The reader is friends with Frank and he asks her if she has any friends they could set Billy up with. She isn’t close to Billy but she finds him attractive, and at first it doesn’t bother her to set him up but during the process they grow feelings for each other.

Rec notes: “You wanted me to set you up with someone but now I’ve caught feelings and can’t do it anymore”. It’s a classic. And I love the little bits from Frank’s point of view.

Show Me by banditthewriter

Summary: The reader is a virgin and is ready to take that next step with Billy.

Rec notes: It may be an unrealistic fantasy, but I love fics where the reader is an older virgin (or at least can be read that way) and their S.O. not only doesn’t judge them, but makes it their mission to ensure their first time is good. And I particularly like this fic because it doesn’t treat the reader like someone who needs to be taught, and despite the focus being on the reader, there is definitely mutual pleasure shared by the two characters.

Take Charge by banditthewriter

Prompt/Author’s summary: Billy gets into a heated fight in front of the reader. The reader is really diplomatic and she is the only one that can calm him down.

Rec notes: Billy is the perfect character for these kinds of fics. It is so in character for him to go past protective and into vengeful, which makes it all the more satisfying to see the reader calm him down. Add in Billy getting turned on by the reader taking charge of the situation, and you have yourself a great little fic.

Teeth by sincerelyreinhardt

Author’s summary: You’re his and there’s nothing you can do about it.

Rec notes: A very short fic (162 words) but it captures Billy’s character well.

Trials & Tribulations by marvelmusing

Summary: The reader is Anvil’s marketing director. It doesn’t take long to fall head over heels for the CEO.

Rec notes: This series is different because it’s not just fic. There are also moodboards, text message screenshots, and other visuals that make up the whole story. The series is set up into three parts, one for each phase of the relationship (colleagues, friends, dating), so it’s easy to follow even with all the different formats.

Two For One by banditthewriter

Summary: The reader is “asked” out on a date by a douchebag who can’t take no for an answer, so Frank and Billy show up to set the guy straight.

Rec notes: No actual violence in this one, so it’s pretty tame as far as protective!Billy fics go, but honestly, that’s kind of the appeal. It’s a nice fantasy solution to a problem that far too many women can relate to, even if not quite to this level of creepiness. Other fic highlights include protective-big-brother-Frank, Karen being Karen, and Billy demonstrating a much smoother (and less creepy) way to ask the reader out.

Who’s Going Home With You Tonight? by banditthewriter

Summary: Billy loves reader. Reader loves Billy. But of course neither of them realise it. Billy’s solution is to drown out his feelings by sleeping with as many women as possible, not knowing how much it is hurting the reader.

Rec notes: This fic is perfect for when I’m in an angsty mood. It dives straight into it and slowly builds throughout the short fic until you get to the satisfying resolution and happy ending. It also has drunk!Billy, which is always fun to read.

#billy russo x reader #billy russo #billy russo x you #fic recs #this may as well be a banditthewriter fic rec list #but other writers feature too #I'm also working on a list for Logan Caspian and the Darkling

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marvelmusing · 2 years ago

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In Another Life [Aleksander x GN!Reader]

My longest series and the one I'm most proud of for finishing.

Tender Loving Care [Vampire!Aleksander x Fem!Vampire!Reader]

My ultimate vampire!Aleksander comfort fic.

Blood is Thicker [Fem!Reader]

Smutty vampire foursome. That's it. That's the fic. (Featuring Aleksander Morozova, Billy Russo, and Logan Delos).

Glitter & Gold AU [Modern!Darklina x Fem!Reader]

AKA: The high society AU where everyone is rich, successful, and bisexual.

The Twins [Billy Russo x Fem!Reader]

I just really love this AU (Featuring Billy's twin brother, Jonny Russo).

#fic recs #my writing #aleksander morozova x reader #billy russo x reader #darklina x reader #my mutuals (affectionate)#answered asks #thanks for the ask!

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kiwi-peaches-blog · 2 years ago

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January 2023 fic recs

Disclaimer: none of the below are my own work, they're just a few of my favourite pieces. If any author doesn't like their work linked here, please dm me and I will take it down.

Frank Castle

Salt fire and ice chapter twenty five

Kill or Die

Steve Harrington

Wishful Thinking, Mindless Dreaming

love as sweet as honey, (and lover, i'm hungry)

Billy Russo

Play me a memory

Sneaking around

Kill or Die

Clint Barton

to ashes, growth

Billy Hargrove

Untitled

Sorry

Eddie Munson

Close Call

everyone adores you (at least i do)

Indiana Jones

Relative Dating

#fic recs #frank castle x reader #steve harrington x reader #billy russo x reader #clint barton x reader #billy hargrove x reader #eddie munson x reader #indiana jones x reader

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lesbians4armand · 2 years ago

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the father, the son, and the holy spirit for brank fans are heart of a dog, way down we go, and a salt wife.

(heart of a dog is by wheatfromchaff on ao3)

(way down we go is by ponfarr on ao3)

(a salt wife is by saltandbyrne on ao3)

#all on ao3 #all amazing (and very able to make me sob)#they are all books of the bible in my heart #brank #the punisher #billy russo #frank castle #frankenbilly #fic recs #for any brank fans who have not read these absolute masterpieces. you should #do mind the tags on them though. particularly on a salt wife #hoad and wdwg are angsty but ultimately have happy endings and are love stories. a salt wife is not. it gets dark

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idaoftheburningmind · 2 years ago

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Within Reach

Billy could also be slightly dramatic when he was sick….

I don’t know that it’s just Billy, but I think quite a lot of guys who project a tough persona turn clingy, needy, and just this side of whiny when they’re not feeling well 😆

@e-dubbc11 writes quirky established relationship dynamics between the Reader and Billy with such obvious delight, in this story it feels like extra servings of the house special handed out with a playful smack on the bottom. Billy is both adorable and, as the Reader pointed out, “exasperating”; but even when the Reader says “I speak fluent sarcasm, Billy,” we’re not the least bit surprised she looked at his pleading (handsome) face and still braved an unglamorous run to the corner store.

I love how this fic nails that stable, long-term quality to their relationship where openly sassing each other takes nothing from less overt displays of affection.

Ericca’s stories always give Billy a home life that feels authentic and familiar — in that way, her stories make us feel like our own happiness is within reach. “A Day of Rest?” cheers with the simple joy of laughing over discomfort, and sharing an inside joke. Reread as often as needed, and be generous with the oyster crackers.

Can you do: “your lover gets clingy when sick so now you've to deal with their adorable, bubbly but sick, half dozing version. you love them, so no complaints,” for Billy, please? 🥰

Thank you so much for sending in this prompt, I hope you like it! ❤️

A Day of Rest?

Pairing: Billy Russo x F! Reader

Warnings: couple of swear words, Billy being a big baby, fluff

Word Count: 1.6k-ish

A/N: I had a lot of fun writing this one, I made myself giggle. Also I’m not editing these as much as I usually do because I’m trying to finish all of these before we all get gray hair so if there are mistakes, I sorry.

Finally. A planned day off with nothing to do or whatever you wanted to do, it was your day. Billy left for work around 8, you were still curled up in bed when he came in to say goodbye.

He gently moved your hair away so he could kiss you on the neck, his lips were warm and soft. They were almost a little too warm though, and he looked a little pale.

“Hey, handsome. You ok? You look a little pale.” You asked in a concerned tone.

“I’m fine, sweet girl. Go back to sleep, enjoy your day off and I’ll call you at lunch. I love you.” He said as he kissed the top of your head.

“I love you too, Billy. Have a good day.” You said with a warm smile.

He stopped before walking out of the bedroom to smile and wink at you. The front door closed behind him, he was off to work and you were finally alone for the day.

You weren’t sure what you were going to do but you knew it involved, comfortable clothes, some junk food, and the couch but for now you’d start with a cup of coffee.

You had been alone for maybe a few hours when you thought you heard a sneeze and keys in the door. That can’t be right, Billy was at work.

Another sneeze outside the door echoed down the hallway as he opened the door and slowly walked inside, he looked terrible. His normally perfect hair was slightly tousled, there were tiny beads of sweat on his forehead, and he appeared a little delirious.

“Oh my god, Billy?! You look awful.” You said.

Billy shrugged his jacket off to rest it on the dining room chair, he couldn’t get his scarf off quick enough, and he could barely get his shoes untied without falling over.

“Thank you, my love.” Sarcasm dripping from his voice, eyes half open and even paler than he was earlier that morning. “I am so sorry to ruin your free day, I was just going to sleep in my office but Frankie made me go home.”

“Well I’m glad he did—come on, let’s get you to bed.” You said trying to usher him towards the bedroom.

He stopped walking. “Can I just stay out here? Please?”

You rolled your eyes, only because he couldn’t see you. “Alright, just go change your clothes so you’re more comfortable. You need to rest, Billy.”

Billy was very clingy when he was sick. Your rough and tough Marine turned into the biggest baby when he didn’t feel well, he didn’t want to be in a room if you weren’t there with him. He just felt better if you were close by which was kind of sweet but you knew you were in for a long day of nursing.

After Billy emerged from the bedroom in his sweats and a t-shirt, he stumbled towards the couch and basically fell face first onto the cushions (Billy could also be slightly dramatic when he was sick.) He rolled over onto his back so you could touch his forehead and his cheeks, he was very warm but goosebumps erupted on to his exposed skin.

“You’re very warm, baby.” You said.

He started to shiver. “Yeah well I’m fuckin’ freezing!” He said.

You went to the bedroom and came back with a blanket.

“Can I have one of your blankets y/n? Yours are so much softer than mine. Please?”

He wants to be particular now. At least he was polite about it.

You gave him your blanket that you had been relaxing with before he came home and you couldn’t blame him for wanting to use it. It was very soft and warm.

“Thank you, sweet girl.” He tried to smile but he was too tired.

Picking up your book, you started towards the bedroom when Billy stopped you.

“Baby, where are you going?” He asked.

“I was just gonna go read in the bedroom for a while, I don’t want to disturb you. You need to rest.” You told him.

He didn’t want you to go. “Stay here with me, I would feel better knowing you’re right next to me.”

You narrowed your eyes at him. “Does Frank know you’re a big baby when you’re sick? He always says ‘Ah Bill is the toughest guy I know.’ I think he’d take it all back if he found out you’re VERY needy when you don’t feel well.” You said with a slight chuckle.

“No, he doesn’t know and YOU’RE not going to tell him either, my love.” He started to cough a little.

“Ok, ok. At ease, soldier. I won’t tell him but you owe me, Mr. Russo.” You said.

“Well I’ll buy you a pony then.” He said sarcastically.

You returned the sarcastic comment. “I want a white one so I can dress it up like a unicorn.”

“Fine, I’ll get you a white one.” He rolled his eyes as he said it but he was laughing now too. “You always have somethin’ smart ass to say, don’t you princess.”

“I speak fluent sarcasm, Billy. The sass contest belongs to this girl.” You said while trying to keep from laughing. Your playful banter was one of the reasons why you loved Billy so much. You understood each other’s humor and tried to see who would crack a smile first.

Before sitting down on one of the side chairs, you sat down on the edge of the couch, leaned over and kissed him on the forehead. “Now get some rest, handsome. I’ll be here when you wake up.”

Billy had a nice long nap on the couch while you read your book, trying to not make any noise. It would be a lot easier to make tea if he was asleep in the bedroom, so you tried to be as quiet as possible.

You offered him peppermint tea to help settle his stomach but he didn’t want it, he wanted lemon tea so you made that for him instead.

He asked for an extra blanket and a pillow, which apparently wasn’t fluffy enough so he wanted yours too. He also didn’t want the soup you made unless there were oyster crackers to go with it.

“We don’t have any oyster crackers, Billy. You really should try and eat something, at least get the broth down.” You said. “We have regular saltine crackers.”

“But I like oyster crackers, y/n.” He said with his perfect smile.

You made a low growling noise under your breath. “You are VERY lucky I love you so much Billy Russo because you are exasperating!”

After running down to the corner store, in your sweats and no makeup, you came back with a box of oyster crackers only to find Billy asleep again, his soup cold and still untouched. You may kill him before the day is over. Although it was hard to be mad at him when he looked so adorable asleep on the couch.

He stayed asleep for a while this time, not moving much. His body really must have been tired to need that much rest. You even fell asleep for a little bit. When you woke up, your book was on the floor, it was dark out and Billy was still asleep. You flicked the lamp on and just gazed at him for a minute while he slept.

Watching his chest rise and fall, you remembered the times Billy took care of you when you were sick, making sure you had fluids, making sure you were resting and not on your phone and he would drop everything he was doing to come home and make sure you were alright. You loved him for that, so you were happy to do the same for him even if he was a pain in the ass about it.

You moved his soup from the living room to the kitchen and started to clean up a little. While you were washing dishes, a pair of long arms snaked around your waist, his body had you pinned against the kitchen counter, and a pair of lips pressed to your temple for a little kiss. His lips felt cooler than earlier.

Slowly, you closed your eyes and let out a soft moan. “Hmmmmm…..hello handsome. You feel any better?” You asked.

“Because of you, I do. Thank you, my love.” He answered with another kiss to your temple.

You turned around to face him and wrapped your hands around his neck. “You’re welcome, Billy.” You pointed a finger at his chest. “But you still owe me a pony.” A wide smile spread across your face.

He inched his face closer to yours, his obsidian like eyes staring at you as he leaned in and softly pressed his lips to yours like you were made of glass and he didn’t want to break you.

“I will buy you whatever you want, sweet girl.” He said with a smirk. “I know I was a pain today and I’m sorry but thank you for taking care of me and not killing me.”

You pressed up onto your toes to kiss him again. “If I killed you, I wouldn’t get my pony now would I, Mr. Russo. Now go sit down, I’ll reheat your soup.”

A smile tugged at the corners of Billy’s mouth and he let out a little laugh.

“With oyster crackers?” He asked with a wink.

You brushed his beard with your thumbs and scraped his scalp with your fingers, he drove you absolutely crazy but you were crazy in love with him and would do it all again when he needed you to.

“Yes, handsome…with oyster crackers.”

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dreamlandcreations · 2 years ago

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In no particular order:

Billy the Cat drabbles

I'm pretty proud of this (partly bc I managed to finish something 😅) but also bc with the limited words per post I think I still managed to tell a full story (mostly how I intended)

Echo & Ghost (Locke & Key AU)

So, I only posted a little intro for this but I pretty much have the story lined up in my head and it's one of my favourite daydreaming projects 🙈

I Bet the Pot + Sabotage

What can I say? Chef Alfie lives rent-free in my mind 🤷🏻‍♀️

Not yet / Lost you

I can't decide, both are my fave comfort fics 🥰 Lost you is also a bit of a fix-it fic soooo yeah, it's a fave 🤭

#ask #billy russo #alfie solomons #darkling #aleksander morozova #but honestly I like some of my wip stuff way more and I wish I could just post them already 😔#fic rec

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lesbians4armand · 2 years ago

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once again thinking about brank hurt/comfort

#…fic recs??#brank #i miss the boys #billy russo #frank castle

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ruerecs · 1 year ago

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𝑏𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑟𝑢𝑠𝑠𝑜 𝑓𝑖𝑐 𝑟𝑒𝑐 𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡.

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#billy russo fic rec list #ruerecs

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idaoftheburningmind · 2 years ago

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“You're his. You just don't know it yet.”

The way this fic just seethes from the get-go, it eats us alive and leaves nothing more of us than a few molten, tender morsels. That’s how we know @lieutenantwilliamrusso is back, unleashing that feral energy back into our dash, drawing us out, welcoming us to the feast where we already know — though we might pretend we don’t — that we’re the main course.

Oh, he has so much spoiling to do. When he's done with you, you won't think twice about him taking care of everything. It makes him kind of sick to think that you've gone this long with no one to care for you, but he reminds himself that he's here now…

The writing just throbs with the hunger it conveys; so we feel every hitch of Billy’s breath, every strain (including of that which strains against fabric), every single surge of need.

And it won’t let us resist the urgings of our own appetite either; not when Scarlett’s words whisper the promise of being treated so well… so very, very well …

"So you break into my house, steal my shit, and what, jack off outside my window?"

“I only did that once.”

Ok, there’s that; but it’s almost like Scarlett is chiding us, coaxing us to take another bite while telling us that at least he was being honest…

"You think you can take it like this?" Billy asks, voice serious.

"Yeah, been practicing." You admit, legs trembling.

Now look at that…. We can be honest too….

What Scarlett makes us understand with this story is that there is nothing left to hide once we’ve shared what we’ve secreted away in our drawers — the sight of expensive silk around our wrists, that’s just one of the many things we want to savor.

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P.S. This is me hoping we’ll be invited to stay for dessert.

Hi. I saw your post for prompts. How about CEO Boss Billy having a obsessive dark crush on his secretary and driving all competition away by being scary🙈😈

Don't mind if I dooooo and thank you for requesting and waiting a 10000 years for this. <3

tagging miss wonderful amazing sweet @idaoftheburningmind

Warnings: Minors DNI 18+ only, sex, swearing, oral sex, stalking, canon typical violence

Billy Russo x Fem! Reader

Mine

It's fucking sick. How beautiful you are, how kind and sweet. How much Billy wants to bend you across his desk and then yours and show you how well he can take care of you. But he can't, you're his good little secretary and he's your boss. Sure, he could call you in, offer you a generous raise if only you'd get on your knees but Billy wants more. He wants to own you, body and soul and if he did that you'd never be his.

So he sulks, and steals your hair clips because they hold the scent of your hair. And your small bottle of perfume you keep at your desk. And one of those pink pens you insist on using above all others. And then one day, Billy's mounting obsession with you has the best and worst day yet.

You have a date. With a douchebag in accounting.

You come to work with a bigger bag and Billy realizes you're going to change for your date before leaving work. Billy's never seen you in street clothes before, and the thought stirs something primal and sick inside him.

You're his. You just don't know it yet.

When the work day ends, you disappear into the bathroom, taking your bag with you. As you lift it up to haul it over your shoulder, the mot amazing thing happens. A small scrap of lace falls onto the floor, left behind as you leave. The primal feeling stir in Billy as he moves to investigate, head on a swivel for you or any remaining employees. When he reaches the floor his suspicions are conformed. He lifts the lace thong from the floor and rubs the material over his fingertips. Buttery soft, just like your skin probably is. Billy pockets the panties and turns quickly to reenter his office.

He's going to follow you on your date, that's for certain.

Billy chooses not to watch you leave, uncertain how he'll act if you're wearing something tight or short. He waits until you're in the garage and then he follows, choosing a nondescript black car to tail you with.

You end up somewhere fancy, a new Italian restaurant on the Upper East Side. This dumbass you're going out with should know better. Indian food is your favorite and you hate driving on the Upper East Side. Billy almost smiles, realizing this guy might not stand a chance. Almost. You're still not with him and the thought makes Billy's insides churn, venom icing his veins.

When you park, Billy grabs a spot a few spaces down and peers through the tinted window as you step out of your car. This idiot didn't pick you up? When you're Billy's, you'll never have to take yourself anywhere again. Strike two.

When he sees you his breath catches, fingers tightening on the steering wheel until his knuckles are pale. You're in a black wrap dress, the short hemline showing off your gorgeous legs, and the black Louboutin heels Billy knows you bought with your Christmas bonus are helping even more. Your hair is out and your lipstick is dark red. That image inspires the thought of what that lipstick will look like smeared across your face and Billy's dick, that pretty hair all ruffled.

Billy groans, head thumping back against the headrest.

When your date arrives, dressed exactly like the idiot finance bro Billy imaged, he seethes. The Idiot goes for a hug right away like a desperate freak and leads you into the restaurant with his hand on your lower back. Billy steels himself to fuck up the Idiot's night.

He slips the ski mask over his face and gets out.

When the Idiot, who's ugly in Billy's opinion, gets up to use the bathroom, it's Billy's time to shine. Billy slips into the bathroom after him, flicking the lock behind him. When the Idiot goes to wash his hands, Billy strikes. He's fucked up enough to leave a mark, and the message is clear.

"Get the fuck out of here." Billy growls.

As he's washing the guy's blood off, an idea takes root in Billy's mind. He's dressed in his work clothes still, having only thrown a black sweatshirt over his white button up.

Billy throws his sweatshirt in the trash along with the ski mask and fixes his hair. This night can be saved.

When he crosses the floor he sees you, playing on your phone while you sip on your glass of red wine. You stop his heart with how effortlessly pretty you look, featured illuminated by the soft candle light on the table. He approaches, swallowing hard.

"Miss Y/L/N." Billy greets, smiling softly.

Your head pops up and you greet him with a dazzling smile.

"Mr. Russo!"

"Billy, please." Billy cringes internally at how formal this all sounds.

"Sorry, I always forget." You blush.

"No worries, Y/N. But you're off the clock, no penalty." He jokes.

You giggle lightly, and the weight in his chest lifts a little.

"You here alone?" He questions lightly.

"Oh! No, I'm here with Richard, from accounting. He's just in the bathroom."

"I just saw him leave on my way in." Billy states gently.

Your eyes widen, your lips pulling downward just a little and Billy's chest tightens. He has to fix this, now.

"That dickhead ghost you?" He asks, struggling to hide his distaste.

"I-uh I guess so." You mumble, too surprised to notice Billy's profanity.

"How about this?" He begins, and you meet his eyes slowly. "You're all dressed up and already here. Have dinner with me." Billy proposes.

"Oh, no, Billy I couldn't, you're just here trying to enjoy your evening you don't have to worry about me." You try to smile but it's weak.

"Y/N, it's no trouble. I wouldn't have hired you if I thought you were bad company."

You smile wider at that, nodding your acceptance.

"Okay, okay. Thank you."

"My pleasure." Billy grins, sitting across from you.

Billy spends the next two hours in heaven, slowly cracking your shell to pull you out of it. You laugh at his jokes and try little bites of his food and he can't help but imagine doing this with you all the time. When the meal is over, the last crumbs of a chocolate lava cake between you, Billy prepares to pay, not even thinking twice.

"Oh! No, Billy you don't have to!" You protest, eyes wide.

"Sweetheart, I get paid enough to foot a few dinner bills here and there. It's nothing." He doesn't realize the word flies from his lips until you blush, eyes darting around his face.

"Are you sure?"

"Positive."

He walks you to your car and wishes you goodnight before sliding into his own seat, ready to follow you home.

You apartment is on the second floor of an old brownstone, small but cozy and Billy begins to imagine you sprawled out on the giant leather couches in his own penthouse. God, the way you crawl inside his brain without even knowing it. He spends hours figuring out how he'll slot you into every aspect of his life.

Your curtains are sheer, something Billy is grateful for as you flick on a light and begin to undress. When you pull your dress over your head, Billy freezes, waiting. You begin to unclasp your bra, and Billy is scrambling to open his pants, palming his dick through his boxers. Your breasts are outlined in the soft golden light of your room, nipples clear in the shape. Billy groans, unable to tear his eyes away as you slide on an oversized shirt and disappear for a few minutes.

When you come back you turn off the light and you're gone, off to bed like he should be. He wonders if you'll think of him tonight, if you'll touch yourself like he is. As he sits panting in his car another idea begins to form, something impulsive and crazy, just like you make him feel.

Your apartment is dark, only illuminated by the moonlight seeping through the small living room window. It smells like you in here, sweet and flowery and Billy can't help but stop for a few moments to breath you in, content to just be in your space. But there's something he needs. He's not sure what it is yet, but he wants something small, miss-able, something he can use to feel closer to you when you're not around.

He pokes around your living room and kitchen, unable to find what he needs so hesitantly he approaches your bedroom door. The old wood creaks just a little as he pushes it open, and he pauses to wait for movement. When he only hears the soft sound of your breath he enters, using the dim moonlight through your curtains to look at your belongings. You hairbrush it too noticeable, and he already has some of your perfume. There are a few necklaces, a ring, but nothing that screams, you. As he moves around some more jewelry he spots it, a thin gold bracelet with your initial on it. Perfect.

He lifts it from under the pile, figuring you haven't worn it in a while and examines it closer to the light of your window. When he's satisfied with his choice he tucks it into his pocket and turns to leave, resisting the urge to move closer to your sleeping form.

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The next few days are uneventful, but you're more open with him as you work side by side. You're even calling him Billy now, and he can't help the rush of pride he gets when you address him.

He's out on the floor, finishing up some new plans for a training exercise set up when you walk by.

"Y/N!" He calls, looking you up and down as you walk over.

You're in an cute black pinstripe dress and heels today, and Billy wishes he were calling you over for a quick kiss on the way by.

"What can I do for you, Billy?" You ask, smiling up at him.

He grins back. "Can you go grab the stack of files on my desk? I need a few for this." He requests.

"Sure thing." You call, already on it.

He goes back to work after watching your ass as you leave, quickly reabsorbed by his work until he realizes you've been gone for a while. Thinking you can;t find them, he heads back up to his office.

When Billy opens the door you're still there with a look he's never seen before painted across your features.

"Where did you get this?" You demand, holding up the bracelet.

"I found it on the floor out there, wasn't sure if it was yours." Billy explains coolly.

"Bullshit! I've never worn this to work. And it's custom made, only I have one."

Shit.

"Did- did you break into my apartment? Is that what this is? You don't trust me to work for you?"

Suddenly you're moving, tearing open his drawers before he can stop you and grabbing the handfuls of clips and pens and the tiny bottle of perfume that clatters around with them.

"Oh my god. Billy what is this?"

Billy's at a loss for the first time in a long time, his brain misfiring as he tries to come up with a way to clean this mess.

"Answer me. Right now." You demand and Billy's body takes the most inopportune moment to make his pants a little tighter.

"I'm stalking you." Billy blurts out.

You pause, disarmed by his honesty.

"You- why?"

"I want you."

"Why not just ask me out?" You reply, becoming a little shrill.

"Would you have gone on a date with your boss?" Billy retorts.

You take his words into consideration.

"So you break into my house, steal my shit, and what, jack off outside my window?"

"I only did that once."

"You're sick, Billy."

"I know." He replies softly.

"Come here." You call to him after a ling pause, voice suddenly soft.

He crosses the room, terrified of what your next reaction will be. When he reaches you, you smile at him, reaching for his hand.

"Come with me." You say, leading him from the office.

You take him to your desk, looking around to make sure everyone else really is gone for the day, before you open your top drawer, letting the contents slide forward. Billy's heart stops as he peers into the drawer.

Two of his favorite pens, a few of the mint candies he always keeps on hand, his business card and the tie clip he thought he lost weeks ago peer back at him.

"I've never broken into your place, though. I'm not really sure how I'd accomplish that one." You say, meeting his eyes.

"Tell me you're lying." Billy says quickly, heart racing.

"I'm not." You reply, voice even and sure.

Then he's grabbing your arm and hauling you back to his office. He flick the lock behind him and you're already two steps ahead, moving towards the mahogany desk and sitting on the edge.

When he reaches you he grabs your face in one hand, slotting your lips together roughly as he other hand finally feels the body he's been dreaming about for months. You do the same the him, hands feeling under his suit jacket as he plunders your mouth with his tongue. You open up for him easily, sweeter than he could have imagined. When he squeezes your waist you gasp, pressing closer.

Billy pulls back, moving to grab your hips and push you further back onto the desk. You gasp as he does and he takes the opportunity to mold his lips to yours again, hands gripping you tight. You grip him right back, hands grasping at his hair, his neck, anywhere you can feel the soft akin under your fingers.

You spread your legs for him as he places himself between them and Billy can't help but pause to admire the view. Your chest is heaving, breasts spilling over the top of your dress. The hem of your dress has ridden up, exposing your soft thighs to his gaze. Billy allows his hands to follow the path of this gaze, squeezing and parting your legs even more, until he sees the scrap of lace covering your pussy. The light blue fabric is soaked a darker shade where it lies over your slit, and Billy feels his mouth water at the sight.

He meets your eyes, licking his lips slowly.

"You've been bad, you know that?" He taunts.

Your eyes widen, already flying towards the sweet headspace he wants you in.

"What did I do?" You ask, peering up at him from under your pretty lashes.

"You almost made me think you didn't want me. I think you should make it up to me, sweet girl."

"Oh, yeah, yes!" You agree, gasping out your consent.

Billy grins, leaning back just a little to take off his tie. When he slides it from his collar he looks down at you again, watching you watch him.

"Give me your hands." He demands.

You obey instantly, holding your wrists out together before he can even ask you to, and he knows he's made the right choice.

"That's my girl." He praises, wrapping the silk tie around your wrists.

When he pulls you off the desk you comply, letting him turn you to bend you over it. You whine as he drags your dress over your hips, exposing your wet panties to him again. Billy laughs, spanking the meat of your ass and watching it jiggle as he hooks a finger under your panties, pulling them down. You step out of them and spread your legs wider, your high heels pushing your ass a little higher.

Billy strokes the backs of your thighs, teasing. When you begin to squirm he relents, brushing his fingers softly over your cunt, collecting the wetness on his fingers.

"God, baby. All this for me?" He asks, entranced.

"Just for you, no one else." You promise, fingers flexing in your binds.

"What a fucking angel you are."

With that, Billy begins to rub your clit, watching the way your thighs twitch as he adds pressure. When he can't wait any longer he dives in, licking and sucking at your clit from behind. You can only gasp and moan and take everything he gives you, pussy clenching around his mouth.

He eats you out like he's starving, slurping ant sucking until he sticks a finger in, rubbing at the spongy spot inside of you until your juices seep onto your thighs, wetting Billy's face in their wake. When you're close, he adds another finger, pumping as he licks into you. All it takes is Billy twisting his fingers just right and you're exploding on his tongue, hips stuttering against the table as he licks up what you give. He strokes your hair as you come down, basking in the pleasure he's able to give you.

"You think you made it up to me, angel?" Billy asks lowly, tugging a strand of your hair.

"No, no, sir." You answer.

That makes Billy cock twitch and he's rubbing against your ass before he can think about it.

"Yeah? You gonna give me something else?" Billy taunts, grinding into you.

"Mmhmm." You agree, words slurred with pleasure.

"What are you gonna give me, huh? What's a pretty girl like you got for me?"

"Fuck me!" You moan, clearly tired of waiting.

Billy laughs, a warm sound that makes you clench. He takes that as a sign to pull his cock out, rubbing the head against your sopping folds. You gasp at his size, rolling your hips against him.

"You think you can take it like this?" Billy asks, voice serious.

"Yeah, been practicing." You admit, legs trembling.

"Oh, yeah? You been practicing for me?" Billy asks, something warm and fierce blooming in his chest.

"Yeah. Wanted to take you if you ever let me." You confess further, face turning into the table.

Billy smiles softly down at you, eyes warm with want.

"You think about me when you fucked yourself?" He asks, pushing in as he says it.

"Yes! Ohhhhh." You reply, chest heaving.

"I think about you, too. You're even fucking tighter than I dreamed, baby." Billy grunts, beginning to thrust.

"Want you so bad, Billy." You grit out, pressed into the desk.

"You got me." He promises, hands grabbing at your waist as he fucks into you hard.

He's already close, succumbing to the heady mix of your confessions and how tight you are. From what he can tell you're just as close, sweet little moans and gasps falling from your lips.

"You gonna give me another?" Billy grunts, hips beginning to stutter.

"Close!" You reply, pussy fluttering around him.

Before he can answer you're cumming, forehead dropping to the table as you ride out the pleasure on Billy's dick. He follows you a second later, eyes rolling back in his head as he pumps you full. You come down together, Billy stroking your back and thighs as he comes back to reality.

When it's been a few moments, he pulls out, untying your wrists after he does. You slowly stand with his help, turning to meet his eyes.

"Hey." He greets quietly, looking for any sign of how you're feeling.

"Hi." You reply, flashing him a small smile.

He kisses you, arms wrapping around your waist to pull you into him.

"Pack up your stuff." He says against your lips. "You're coming home with me."

"Yes, sir."

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