#dark!billy russo x reader

[becauseicantthinkwritings]

Angel of Small Death

Part 1 of my Halloween mini series!

Dark! Frank Castle, Dark Priest! Billy Russo, Dark Priest! Matt Murdock

Warnings: Horror, Blasphemy, Blood play.

A/N: Special shout out to @ittybxttykxttytxtty who heard my idea and just... made it soooo much worse 😂😂😂

When your lamp flickers halfway between the dormitory and the groundskeeper’s cottage, you freeze in fright.

The night is cold, damp, and uncharacteristically dark. The moon, in her waning gibbous glory, is hidden behind the clouds of a departing thunderstorm.

All you have, to see the rocky pathway, is the oil lamp in your hand, that you’d been forced to top up with a touch of holy oil so that you’d make it to your destination and back.

If Mother Superior could see you now, she’d no doubt be rolling in her grave.

When you’re sure the lamp won’t go out, and the wick’s adjusted just right, you continue on, your eyes locked onto the little stone cottage, the low light of a fire flickering through the small window.

He could still be awake, you really hope so, you didn’t want to handle the mortification of having to wake him, and then have to ask him for help in the dead of night.

You shiver, trying not to look around, your mind threatening to spin tall tales of creatures lurking in the dark, watching you, waiting to strike. You count the stones you pass, ignoring the feeling of being observed that washes down your spine.

At his door, you climb the few steps, fingers wrapping around the icy knocker, and tapping it three times.

You wait, and you wait, and you turn around, contemplating giving up, and trying to fix the problem yourself. You can’t see far in front of you, the moonlight was usually your source of light in these dark hours.

You face the door again, trying another three knocks, before softly calling out.

“Hello?” You call, “It’s me, I-I’m the new Reverend Mother- I need your help.”

There’s a loud clicking as the latch is undone, and then you swallow, stomach twisting as the door cracks open.

By the mercy of God, you think, blinking up at him as you meet his eyes.

He’s- more attractive than the sisters had described.

“Mister Castle?” You ask softly.

“I am,” He answers. You feel your toes curl at the sound of his voice.

You shiver, and he blinks, widening the door and stepping to the side.

“Please, come in, it’s freezing outside.”

You let out an exhale of gratitude.

“Thank you.” You say softly, stepping in, sighing in relief as the heat of his cabin envelops you.

He strikes a match, lights a few candles at his kitchen table. You study him as the room gets a little brighter.

Such a defined jawline, a gorgeous mouth, his eyes, deep and dark and with an aura of sinister wrapped around him.

“Did I wake you?” You ask, voice light as you inch toward the fire, aching to settle into the cozy chair he had right near the fireplace. 

“Only a little. Would you like some tea?”

“Yes please.” You say, turning to watch him pick up an iron kettle, and pour some steaming liquid into a ceramic mug.

“What is it?” You ask when he extends it out for you. You accept it gratefully, bringing it up to your face to let the steam warm the tip of your nose.

“Ginseng.” He answers, and as you take a tentative sip, you try your best not to frown at the strong herbal taste.

You drink it gratefully because the tea is warm and makes your insides a little less cold. It brings comfort, soothing your nerves to being alone with this strange man.

You study his place, the little cot in the corner of the room, the kitchen to your right as you step through the door. A single seat near the fireplace where you think would be the best sleep of your life in this frigid cold.

“I’m sorry for waking you, and I’m sorry I have to ask, but during the storm there was a creaking noise and water started dripping from several places. I would have waited till morning to get you, but I’m worried the water reaches the library.” You finish, thinking about the delicate scripture stored there by monks long ago.

He listens, nods, sips from the cup of tea he’s poured for himself.

“Something might have shifted out of place on the roof, I'll go up into the attic to see what I can do from below.”  His gruff voice sounds, and you try not to feel affected by it.

This was simply a biological response, one you could do your best to ignore.

“I'll accompany you.” You say, feeling determined.

In the low light, you can't read the expression on his face well.

“Are you sure? The attic can be off putting in the dark.”

You give him a small smile.

“What kind of Reverend Mother would I be to make you go alone?” You say smoothly.

He grins, his teeth glint in the flickering light. He reaches, grabbing a jacket before opening the door and allowing you to step out before him.

You place the unfinished cup of tea on his kitchen table before you go.

Even inside the church is cold, the stillness of it is a big contrast to way it usually is on mornings, with the sunlight streaming in, catching on the occasional stained window.

Now, there's no light, no hearth, the pews are empty and the altar is dark.

You follow behind Mister Castle, trying not to shiver, his large shoulders and strong hands tell of a forbidden type of heat.

He turns his head on the stairway, looking at you in his peripherals, holding his own lamp in front of him. 

“Where were you when you heard this creaking sound?”

You angle your head.

“I was in the pews, praying.”

“All by yourself?” Mister Castle asks.

“Yes? It helps calms me before bed. And… also… it's hard to sleep during the storms anyway, so I best make myself useful.”

He hums in contemplation of your words.

“Your knees must ache from kneeling for so long.”

“I'm used to it.” You say lightly.

His shoulders shake and you tilt your head in confusion, wondering what about that was amusing.

The church was the largest building in the monastery, and though the ceiling was parabolic in shape, and looked to be a part of the roof, it really wasn't.

There was a space between the ceiling of the church and the true roof, where the support beams resided and could be maintained easily without causing interference to the church below.

You watch Mister Castle use a wooden stick with a metal hook at the end to tug on a piece of rope. He makes a low grunt as he pulls, and the wooden stairway descends.

You'd never been up here, and you were a little curious to see how it looked.

“Be careful,” he says, turning back to look at you, his eyes holding a mirthful light, “There's a few nails sticking out of the steps, watch where you put your feet.”

You nod, and watch as he climbs the wooden steps remembering what he does so that you can follow.

You have to tug your skirt up, from its normal length around your calves, all the way up to your knees so that it's easier. You leave your lamp behind, placing it on a table nearby and dimming it in favour of holding your skirt up for the climb.

If you thought the church was cold, the attic is worse, he extends his hand for you to take when you're near the top and you accept gratefully, having the answer to a question you didn't know you'd been asking.

His hand is warm, rough, you take a deep breath, trying to rid yourself of unwanted thoughts, you try to simply experience his touch, rather than feel it.

You give him a nod of thanks, before looking around the room.

There are objects shrouded in cloths all around, you can't tell much more than that, and you follow behind Mister Castle as he searches for any evidence of water leaks.

You wrap your arms around yourself, thankful at least that you weren't alone, that there was some comfort of having another person with you in such a quiet, dark place. You hope you brought him some comfort as well.

“Here.” He says, placing the lamp down on a nearby surface, and tugging his jacket off.

You open your mouth to protest, but he's already extending it to you and you really are cold.

“Thank you.” You say simply, accepting the heavy garment.

It's warm from his residual heat, you press your thighs together to ignore whatever was going on within you.

When he turns away, you bring the collar up, pressing it to your nose.

It had been years since you last breathed in the scent of a man like this, and Mister Castle certainly had a scent worth memorizing. A hint of smoke and sage, a touch of his unique musk, you feel your head swim at his smell.

Your body tingles as you watch him, examining the area, his arms are large, you suspect you would have difficulty in touching your fingers together if you tried to hold his arm with both hands.

You don't take your thoughts further than that, reciting a small prayer in your head, one that would give you strength to resist temptation.

“Here,” he murmurs, glancing back at you. You step up, looking around him to see that he's pointing up at a beam, that appears to have shifted, a stream of water coming down, even though the rains had stopped for at least an hour now.

He presses both hands against it and pushes, and when that only shifts it a fraction, he draws back and delivers a harsh kick to the beam. 

Your eyes widen at the sound it makes, moving back into place, the noise reverberating through the room.

“That should do it for now, in case it rains again. I'll have to come back in the morning to secure it, but this should be okay.”

You blink, nodding, reaching for one of the shrouds covering a random object and you tug, using the dusty cloth to soak up as much water as possible.

When you tug on another shroud, you pause in surprise to find a bed, where the last object had been a pile of boxes.

“I didn't know there were beds up here.” You murmur, glancing over your shoulder at the groundskeeper, watching as he studies the bed, his eyes then sliding over to you.

You gulp, tensing up for a moment, trying to avoid thinking about the dull ache inside of you.

“I suppose,” He says, taking a step toward you, “Maybe this was a makeshift living quarters for when there were more people than the dormitories could hold.”

You swallow, nodding, fighting with every atom of you not to think about the implications of you, Mister Castle, and a bed.

You smile politely, moving in the dark to retrace your steps. Since the beam is fixed, you want to leave, no longer willing to be in his presence.

You weave through the dark, until you find the steps, watching him struggle to keep up with you, ignoring his words to be careful.

You've had enough temptation for tonight, angry at yourself for feeling the way you do, your uncontrollable desires had been the very reason you'd joined the community, seeking salvation from your earthly desires, and here was one rugged man, stirring trouble.

You were better than this, you were holy and you were pure and no one would take that from you.

You’re so caught up in your thoughts that you don't realise you've missed one of the steps until you slip, your shin of your right leg banging on the last two rungs of the ladder while your skirt catches on a nail, the fabric tearing and the nail digging into the skin of your inner left thigh.

You gasp in pain, your legs stinging as you grip the edge of the ladder to stay upright.

He glides down in seconds, placing his lit lamp besides your extinguished one before dropping to his knees in front of you.

“Let me see,” he says softly, pushing your skirt up, hissing in empathy when he sees the scratch. You can feel blood beading on the edges of the wound, starting at your knee and coming up to mid thigh.

“It's not too bad,” he says, examining it in the low light, “It feels worse than it is, there's only a little blood.”

You can only whine in pain.

He glances up at you from between your thighs and you feel something stir inside of you.

“I have a good remedy- May I?”

You nod, desperate to try anything to stop the stinging pain.

You definitely should have clarified what the remedy was before you agreed.

When his hot tongue meets your thigh, you choke on your breath.

He drags his tongue up, up over the length of the scratch, a weak sound leaves your lips.

“Frank.” You breathe his name shakily. 

He makes a low noise, before retracing the path, his saliva cooling on your skin.

When he draws back, looking up at you once more, his lips are wet.

“Is that better?”

You can't speak, but by some miracle the pain does ease, when he turns his head, you catch sight of your own blood smeared onto his lips.

His eyes are- too sinister to describe, you watch his tongue dart out to- you glance away before you can see him lick your blood away.

He drops his head again, and once more, his tongue makes a path over your now tingling wound.

You jerk, pushing him back, watching him rise to a stand, towering over you.

You pant, eyes locked onto his, trying to look for an explanation for the way he makes you feel beyond the obvious.

“You're okay.” He soothes, bringing a hand up, tracing his thumb gently over your bottom lip for just a second, your lips tingling at the contact.

You suck in a deep breath, sliding out from between his large body and the step, you keep your eyes on him as you back away, the lamp flickering in his eyes as he studies you.

At the door, you turn, scrambling down the nearby stairs in the dark and heading back to your dormitory as fast as your shaky legs and limited vision can take you, the shadows chasing you all the way there.

You make it into your room quietly, panting, you pull off his jacket, dropping it onto your bed. You shed your outer layer of clothing, dropping to your knees beside your bed in your panties and chemise to begin praying.

You fall asleep like that, on your knees beside your bed, your rosary wrapped around your fingers. When you wake, it's with damp thighs, aching knees, and dangerous dreams of being bent over and filled in an unfamiliar way, by a man that smells distinctly of sage.

The scratch on your thigh is nothing more than a fading red line. You study it, amazed at the advanced state of healing, wondering how such an unconventional remedy actually worked.

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[ittybxttykxttytxtty]

I am not saying I miss this Billy...but this Billy 💖

Serial Killer!Billy Russo

requested by: @naesko

[hungermakesmonsters]

Love, Sick Love

Chapter Three

Plot summary : Working at one of the shadier bars in Brooklyn, you have one rule; don’t mess around with the patrons. Most of them are criminals, dangerous. None more so than Billy Russo, but Billy believes that rules are made to be broken. Especially your rule. One lapse in judgement is all it takes for Billy to decide that you’re his, and he’s never been the sort of man to take rejection well.

Pairing : Billy Russo x Reader

Story Rating : R 

Warnings : [This is a fic for 18+ only, minors DNI] Stalker behaviour. Also spider/spider bite mentions. All chapters will deal with dark and smutty themes, including but not limited to stalking. Please check the warnings on each chapter if you choose to follow this story. 

Word Count : 6.1k

A/N : Things start to get dark from this chapter onwards.

CHAPTER ONE | CHAPTER TWO

Master List

Chapter Three

You were aching when you woke, muscles stiff and skin left littered with the marks of his affections, and, true to his word, you could still feel him. Intimately. He’d left you feeling sore and used and, in the cold light of day, it was easy to regret it. 

As much as you’d enjoyed it, as much as you’d wanted it at the time, the morning after offered you a certain level of clarity and it was easy to see all the ways that it had been a mistake.

Beside you, he was sprawled out, deep in sleep and looking so relaxed and vulnerable that you couldn’t help but wonder when he’d last slept so soundly. Despite your regret, you didn’t want to wake him and ruin what seemed like the first truly peaceful moment that he’d had in ages.

In the morning light you could see that it wasn’t just his face that bore scars. His whole body was a tapestry of marks and imperfections (though to think of anything on him as imperfect  felt so wrong because, even marked as he was, he was still attractive). One scar in particular drew your attention. Across his shoulder, a thick pinky-white scar, faded with age but still very much noticeable. There was a pang of remorse in your stomach, daring to wonder if you’d hurt him when you’d grabbed his shoulder last night.

For a few sweet moments, you couldn’t help but lay there, watching him sleeping and thinking about how things could be if your circumstances were just a little different.

Your night together had been unexpected. Billy had given you something that you hadn’t even realised that you wanted or needed, and he’d shown you what it felt like to have someone want you so much that they lost all composure and control. It was thrilling and alluring. And terrifying.

But, you could tell that he was trouble - or that he was in trouble - and you couldn’t get caught up in anyone else’s shit. You couldn't risk letting a man like Billy get close to you, no matter how he'd made you feel.

Still, there was something about him, something that made you wonder what-if.

It would have been so easy to curl up beside him, to let your hands wander over his body until he woke up and gave you a repeat performance of last night. Your thighs clenched at the thought and, despite how thoroughly you'd been fucked only hours before, you felt that familiar heat spark to life inside you.

Looking down, you realised that the sheet around his waist was tented and without thought, you reached down to slowly uncover him. You moved with all the skill and caution of a cat burglar, peeling back the sheet to reveal -

Fuck.

He hadn't given you the chance to appreciate it last night; long and thick, with the slightest curve. You bit your lip staring down at his cock, now understanding why you ached. It was inch after inch of perfection - though that thought alone left you feeling completely ridiculous. The heat inside you burned hotter, a desperate feeling of arousal taking hold. 

Suddenly you reached a decision; fucking him just one more time wouldn't change anything. You'd wake him with your lips - you weren't usually a fan of blowjobs but the sight of his cock and the way that the tip had started to leak had your mouth watering. You’d wake him up, rile him up, then lay back and let him take control. 

You hated how right Jenna had turned out to be, but you hated even more just how eager you felt for more. Dick-matised. That’s what you were, even if you knew it could only last while he was still there in your bed.

Cautiously, you moved, reaching down towards him, ready to take him in your hand, then your mouth. But before your fingers could reach him, Billy took a gasped breath and his whole body tensed. You pulled away, getting out of bed and taking a step back, cheeks heating, feeling like you’d just been caught doing something wrong. Whatever spell you’d been under was well and truly broken as you looked at him, realising that he was still sleeping, that he hadn’t caught you out.

He rolled onto his side and let out a pained sound, his breathing laboured. 

A nightmare.

He was having a nightmare.

You took another step back, and were quickly brought back to the extremely messy reality of your situation when you stood on the condom he’d dumped on the floor the night before. 

All you could think was how he wouldn’t want you to see him like that, and how seeing him in that position changed things, messed them up even more. It gave you the certainty that you’d been searching for only minutes before; this had all been a mistake. You couldn’t deal with whatever this was anymore than you couldn’t deal with whatever trouble he was bound to cause in your life.

Instead of doing the decent thing and waking him up, you turned and quickly left the bedroom, pausing only to grab your robe from the back of the door, leaving him to his nightmare and letting him preserve his dignity. In the kitchen you filled the coffee pot and fished a couple of mugs from the cupboard, trying to ignore the sounds of gasps and thrashing in the next room.

By the time the pot had brewed and you had two steaming mugs of coffee, the noises had stopped. And, when you returned to the bedroom, you found him sitting on the edge of the bed, his head in his hands. He didn’t notice you moving across the room until you placed a mug on the nightstand for him. Then, when his wide eyes met yours, you caught a flicker of something new; uncertainty.

Billy didn’t say anything and the way he stared quickly made you feel uncomfortable.

“I didn’t know how you took it, so -”

“Black’s fine,” he answered, a noticeable tremor in his voice.

Whatever he’d been dreaming about, it had taken an obvious toll on him, but as bad as you felt for the poor guy, you decided not to mention it.

“I didn’t hear you get up,” he said, shifting a little, glancing around the room like he was worried that some element of his nightmare might be lurking in the dark corners, laying in wait for him.

“I don’t need a lot of sleep,” you shrugged.

Before you could stop him, Billy reached for you, his arm winding around your waist, pulling you towards him. You moved closer without resisting, letting him rest his head on your chest. Without thinking, you started to stroke the back of his head, idly wondering to yourself what he might look like if he let his hair grow out a little. But, then, when you felt scars beneath his hair, you wondered if maybe his hair had been buzzed so he could be treated.

Minutes ticked by and you knew it was wrong to indulge him, to give him any sense that this was anything more than what it had been; a one night stand that you had no intention of repeating. Still, you didn’t move, sensing that he needed a little moment, some slight comfort in order to recover from whatever he’d just been through.

But, when you felt his arm tighten and his fingers pressing into your hip through your robe, you finally took a step back.

“You should drink that before it gets cold,” you nodded at his coffee before lifting your mug to your lips. “I need to grab a shower and get some things done before my shift tonight, are you okay seeing yourself out?”

For a moment you held your breath, eyes fixed on him, trying desperately to conceal the sudden nervousness twisting in your stomach at not knowing how he was going to react. After speaking, you thought that you caught a flash of discomfort and annoyance on his face, but his lips quickly forced a smile.

“Are you sure you don’t need me to get your back?” He asked as he reached for his mug.

“I think you got enough last night,” you retorted, hoping that you could both just laugh and joke about it, rather than it becoming a serious conversation.

“I didn’t hear you complaining.”

“I wasn’t. But that was last night and today is a brand new day.”

“Sounds like something off one of those inspirational posters,” he said, letting out a huff of laughter.

“It is,” you answered, managing to hold back a laugh of your own. “I was thinking about getting one but I couldn’t decide between that one and the ‘I hate mondays’ one.”

The smile on Billy’s lips turned softer, taking on a more wistful quality as he lifted his mug and took another slow drink.

“I, uh - I used to have one those - y’know the one with the kitten on the branch? Said ‘hang in there’.” He took another drink, almost like the thought of it now left a bad taste in his mouth. “Think I got it for Christmas one year at the group home...”

“You were in foster care?” You asked, momentarily forgetting that you were supposed to be getting rid of him and drawing a line under what you’d allowed to happen the night before.

His smile instantly became more guarded, no longer reaching his eyes. Then came an empty sort of laugh. “You look surprised.”

Immediately you felt bad and schooled your expression into something a little more neutral. 

“It’s not that,” you started and stopped abruptly, taking a second to decide what you wanted to say, what you were willing to share. “I mean, I guess I’m a little surprised but it’s not like - I’m not judging you. I spent time in the system too.”

His eyebrows rose almost immediately. 

“Now who looks surprised?” You joked, lifting your mug and taking a slow sip.

“You were in the system?”

You shrugged, holding the mug at your lips and continuing to drink just to postpone answering the question for a few seconds.

“A few times, on and off. My mom didn’t exactly have her shit together, and she didn’t always have the best taste in men...” you explained before taking one last drink and draining your mug, putting an end to whatever this was. “Look, I don’t want to be a bitch, but I really do have things to get done today...”

“Okay, kitten,” he relented far more easily than you expected. Lifting his mug, he drained the last of his coffee and got to his feet, seeming indifferent to the fact that he was still completely naked. “I just need to use the bathroom, then I’ll get outta your way.”

He didn’t wait for an answer or directions, he strode across the room and slipped into your bathroom, seeming to instinctively know that the door on the left was a closet and not the door he needed unlike most of the men who found themselves stumbling around your apartment the morning after. 

You watched him go, noticing the scratch marks that you’d left across his back and the indentations on his ass cheeks from where you’d gripped him too tight. It was impossible to tell if he was deliberately trying to make you regret kicking him out, but it certainly felt that way. Billy didn’t even bother closing the bathroom door, giving you a full view of him as he peed, though you quickly turned your attention to taking the empty mugs to the kitchen, getting out of his way so he could get dressed.

“Last chance to change your mind,” he offered, emerging from the bedroom, fully dressed.

You scooped his jacket off the floor where he’d abandoned it the night before and offered it to him. “Guess I’ll see you around?”

“Count on it, kitten,” he said, pulling on his jacket, “and don’t worry, your secret’s safe with me.”

He didn’t give you a chance to ask what he meant before leaving and you didn’t linger on the thought. Ultimately, you were just glad that he’d left without a fuss and hadn’t tried to talk you into anything else.

You waited a beat after the door had closed behind him before locking it and sliding the bolt into place.

Your first stop was the shower, scrubbing your hair and skin clean, before relaxing beneath the hot water. Closing your eyes, you found yourself remembering everything that had happened between you and Billy, and how it had made you feel. Even after your hot shower, you still ached in that wonderful way. 

And, despite what you’d told Billy, once you were clean, you returned to bed, curling up and drifting off to thoughts of him. You slept off the night before like it was a hangover you were suffering from and not a state of confusion that you just couldn’t shake.

Though that confusion was tainted with a vague hint of irritation when you realised just how many visible marks Billy had left on you. It meant having to wear jeans and a blouse for work, which would inevitably lead to fewer tips.

When you arrived at the bar, you were surprised to find Sam working, shooting the shit with Jake and Billy. He was telling them some bullshit story as you walked past to throw your jacket in the back - because that was what Sam liked to do, he liked to bullshit. You’d gotten used to it pretty quickly. In fact, you were sure you’d heard the story he was telling before, about how he’d almost been caught screwing some Russian mobsters wife and he’d had to climb out the window, and she was apparently so distraught at him leaving, she tried to follow after, chasing him down the street stark naked.

He was the kind of guy who thought he was god’s gift to women when, really, he was just average with a personality that was only bearable in small doses. But he was mostly harmless. 

Mostly.

“Got your wages over there,” he said, giving a vague gesture to the back of the bar. “Still dunno why you insist on cash, thought you were all into paying for things on your phone these days.”

“My landlord’s a dick and only takes cash,” you answered, shrugging and stepping behind the bar, only allowing yourself a momentary glance towards Jake and Billy.

“Hear you had some trouble here last night,” Sam continued.

That made you look at Billy. It made you glare.

“No, it was fine. Just some drunk that’d been kicked out of The Styx,” you explained, still glaring at Billy, pissed that he’d made you look unable to do your job to your boss.

“Good, ‘cause I don’t wanna have to waste money on security just ‘cause you girls can't handle yourselves,” Sam said.

You didn’t answer, instead you turned away and headed for the brown envelope containing your wages, which was sitting on the back of the bar, beneath an upturned glass.

Once you realised what was in the glass, there was nothing that could have stopped the terrified noise that escaped you. You stumbled backwards, hitting the bar and wincing in pain. But the pain barely registered over the ringing in your ears and the feeling of panic clutching at your chest. You struggled to draw breath and found yourself unable to tear your eyes from the glass and the spider within.

Thick black legs knocked at the glass, trying to get out, trying to get to you.

A few seconds passed but the sound of laughter pulled you back to the moment.

“See? Told ya,” Sam was grinning, obviously impressed by his little prank. His attention turned from the men at the bar to you. “The look on your face... fuckin’ priceless.”

Your hand clenched to a fist at your side and you were about to ruin your life and swing for him but, before you could, the door opened and in walked Jenna.

“‘bout time you showed up,” Sam said. “You just missed all the fun.”

Unclenching your fist, you barged past Sam, muttering something about the empties and the back alley, knowing that he’d disappear soon enough.

You made your way outside, bracing yourself against the brickwork and closing your eyes, trying to get the thought of the spider out of your head. Forcing slow, deep breaths, you slowly overcame your panic but it was almost all completely undone when you suddenly felt a hand on your back.

Turning, you found Billy standing there, and that just made everything worse.

“Have a good laugh?” You asked sharply.

“Look, I - I didn’t know that was how you were gonna react,” he said, as if that excused anything. “If I’d known I -”

“What, Billy? Huh? What would you’ve done?” You asked, though it was very clear that you didn’t want or need an answer. “Make me look worse in front of everyone in there? Make it look like I can’t handle it? Like I need protecting?”

The sudden outburst caught him off guard and he took a step back, but his retreat was only tactical. “You think you don’t need protecting?”

“Who’s gonna protect me, Billy? You?” You almost laughed at the thought.

“You’re damned right I will.”

“I don’t want your protection. I don’t need it.”

You tried to step past him, only to find his hand on your wrist, pulling you back to face him. Billy didn’t say anything, it was like he was struggling to find the words, like he didn’t trust himself not to say something that would make all of this worse. His jaw clenched and his eyes stayed fixed on yours, gaze unwavering, unblinking.

Pulling, you tried to free yourself from his grip, but Billy held on.

“Let me go,” you told him.

The demand seemed to shake something loose in Billy, and he released you, awkwardly shaking his head, like he was trying to clear whatever thought he’d just been caught up in.

Not willing to wait to see what he might say or do next, you headed back inside. You could tell he was following only a step behind, but he remained silent, letting you walk away from him.

“Jake just told me what happened,” Jenna started before you could even take a breath.

Why was everything suddenly going wrong? It was as if you’d had too much of a good thing last night, and all of this bullshit was the universe trying to course-correct.

“It was just Sam being an asshole,” you shrugged, though your eyes immediately moved to the back of the bar to make sure the spider was gone. Thankfully, it was (the one good thing to happen to you today).

“I’m not talking about Sam, I’m talking about last night.”

There was no holding back the sigh or the way your head dropped. All you wanted to do was grab your things and head home. You wanted to go to bed and start all over again tomorrow, with no Billy, no Sam being an asshole, and no Jenna looking at you like she thought you couldn’t handle yourself.

“It’s a good thing I asked Billy and Jake to keep an eye on things, they -”

“What?” You asked, brought back to the moment by that new piece of information. “You asked a couple of drunks to babysit me?”

There was a grumble from Jake at the bar, but he seemed to know better than to inject himself into a conversation that was quickly becoming an argument. Billy, on the other hand, remained completely silent, watching it all play out.

“Un-fucking-believable,” Jenna answered, “you get attacked but I’m the bad guy for making sure that there was someone around to help?”

“Right, because I’m so fucking useless that I can’t even take care of myself?” You snapped back.

Realistically, you knew that she was right and that, without Billy’s intervention, things could have gone a lot worse than they did. And, honestly, you weren’t even sure why you were so upset about it - because she hadn’t told you? Because Billy hadn’t thought to mention it? Or, maybe it was because you hadn’t even thought to ask him why he was still there. But it made what he’d said to you outside seem a hundred times worse.

They all thought you were weak. That you were some helpless little thing.

Of course, it would blow over; arguments with Jenna always did. You weren’t sure what it was, but you could never stay mad at her. Still, for the next few hours, you kept to yourself, clearing glasses, serving anyone that wasn’t Billy. And it was more than obvious to everyone around that you were ignoring him, ignoring the way his eyes followed you around as you worked.

But Jake - he found himself stuck in the middle, receiving all of your usual charm and attention just to prove a petty point to Billy. He was a customer, just like Jake, nothing more. 

“What is it about you and spiders, anyways?” Jake dared to ask after he’d had enough to drink to loosen his tongue.

Tension ran up your spine and it took a second before you could think of an answer.

“Friend of mine died from a Black Widow bite when I was a kid,” you said, refilling his glass.

“Shit,” he offered sympathetically, blowing out his cheeks. 

“It was my fault,” you continued, “we’d been playing by an old log pile and I dropped this stupid ring that I used to wear. It disturbed a nest and a couple of these big spiders came crawling out, so we ran. But Thomas - he went back later to find my ring and got bitten. Poor kid had a real bad allergic reaction, he didn’t stand a chance...”

“Shit,” he muttered again, his head shaking, eyes dropping, ashamed. “Look, I’m sorry ‘bout earlier - laughing at you. If I’d known...”

“It’s fine, don’t worry about it,” you told him.

From the corner of your eye you could see Billy staring, and you knew he’d heard the whole tale, and when you finally dared to look at him you caught an unreadable expression on his face. He didn’t say anything. You didn’t give him the chance to.

By the end of the night, the rest of Jake’s friends had turned up and the whole group had vanished about twenty minutes before closing. 

And, as you and Jenna locked up for the night, it was more than enough time to settle your differences. You explained to her that you’d snapped because of Sam’s prank and because you didn’t like being made to feel useless. Jenna listened and nodded along before telling you that she’d only asked Jake and Billy to keep an eye on things because didn’t want anything bad to happen to you.

In the end you hugged it out and Jenna invited you back to her place to eat leftovers that her mom had made and - well, you’d never been able to say no to Jenna’s moms cooking.

You decided against telling her about Billy or what had happened after he’d ‘saved’ you and, instead the two of you spent the night drinking wine and watching crappy reality shows until you finally crashed on her sofa.

The next morning you briefly headed home to shower and change before heading into the city, a little day off ritual you’d developed over the last year. 

The subway was packed and you quickly put on your headphones, drowning out all the noises and people around you. You didn’t look up until you felt a prickling sensation on the back of your neck, like someone was watching you. You looked around, silently telling yourself that you were being paranoid, but, as you looked forward again, you saw him.

Your heart skipped a beat, breath catching, but by the time you looked again, he was gone. It was just your imagination - though why you were imagining Billy following you, was something you really didn’t want to think about. But, once the thought was in your head, it was hard to shake and, for the rest of the day, you found yourself looking over your shoulder.

Every time you caught a glimpse of short dark hair, or a jacket like his, you found yourself wondering if it was him.

You even approached one guy as you left your favourite coffee shop in the village, about to throw your steaming hot latte in his face when you realised that it wasn’t Billy when he turned and looked your way. 

Feeling ridiculous, you decided that you were going to put him out of your mind. You weren’t going to think about him any more, you were just going to think of him as a one night stand whose name you couldn’t remember. Outside of the bar, Billy no longer existed.

By the time you got back to your apartment, you were exhausted and most of your pay was already gone, except a little kept aside for bills and food. You’d replaced the clothes that Billy had destroyed, buying yourself a pleated plaid skirt that you were sure would earn you more than a few extra tips.

But even in the safety of your apartment, something felt off.

You couldn’t put your finger on it and, again, you felt ridiculous. 

The draw on your nightstand was slightly open and, for the life of you, you couldn’t remember if it had been closed or not. It bothered you far more than it should - you had a habit of leaving drawers and cupboards open when you were in a rush, and you didn’t think Billy had bothered to shut it after he’d taken out a condom when he’d been with you.

That was probably it. 

What other reason could there be for that drawer being open? It wasn’t like anyone was going to break in to steal a condom or the dildo you kept in there. Pushing the drawer shut, you collapsed onto the bed, deciding that you’d have an early night, that all your paranoia was due to two late nights of drinking.

And, it helped. You felt a lot better the next morning, rested, calmer. Which was a good thing because it was finally Friday, and that meant that the bar was going to be slammed. So, you decided to wear your new skirt and spent way longer than usual on your make-up and hair, needing to up on the tips you’d missed out on the other night because of your bad mood.

An audible sigh of relief left you when you reached Sam’s and you realised that Billy didn’t seem to be there. As you walked through the bar, you let your gaze wander, checking the tables at the back, looking for any sign of him.

“Lover boy’s not here,” Jenna told you. “Wasn’t here last night either. I think you must’ve upset him the other night.”

“Oh well,” you said, grinning, “guess we’ll have to go back to making tips the old fashioned way.”

Shrugging off your coat, you strut past her into the back, letting her see your new clothes. 

Jenna laughed at your little display and called after you; “good thing Paul’s helping out tonight, with you dressed like that we might need to hose some of the regulars down.”

You laughed at the thought, but you were glad to know that you and Jenna would have help. Paul was an old friend of Sam’s, semi-retired, but he liked to come in and help out whenever he needed some extra cash. And, fortunately for you and Jenna, everyone knew not to fuck around with Paul. 

Rumour had it that he used to run with some biker gang, though others would say he was an ex-hit man for the mafia. It was all bullshit, but Paul liked to indulge it so no one tried to mess with him.

It got busy fast, Jenna cranked up the music and you both got to work. It felt good, it was fun. People were drinking and the tips were coming your way. Everything was going great.

And then you saw him at the bar. 

You hadn’t noticed them slip in, the whole crew, all looking amped up already. It made you wonder where they’d been and what they’d been doing, but you didn’t want to ask.

Taking a breath, you forced yourself to move towards Billy. You were going to do your job and try to put everything else behind you.

“The usual?” You said, not quite able to force a happy and bubbly tone.

“So you’re talking to me tonight?”

“Do you want a drink or not, Billy?” 

“Whiskey.”

As you moved to grab the bottle, you felt his eyes on you, something that he didn’t bother to try and hide when you turned back towards him.

“New outfit?” He asked, eyes drinking in the sight of you.

The way he was looking at you made your cheeks warm and, even though it was the last thing you wanted to think about, suddenly all you could think about was the memory of his head between your thighs and the way his greedy tongue had felt against you.

“Yeah, my favourite skirt got ruined, so I needed a new one,” you told him, pouring his drink.

“You should be careful,” he warned, “I have a feeling that one’s gonna end up getting ruined too...”

“I doubt it,” you retorted flatly, somehow resisting the urge to press your thighs together.

Turning and walking away, you spent the rest of the night so run off your feet that you didn’t even have to try to avoid him, it just seemed to work out that whenever he approached the bar Jenna or Paul served him. It was so busy that you didn’t even have time to think about him or the way you could feel his gaze on you. 

When things started to die down, Paul left you and Jenna to finish up, but there were still plenty of people drinking, so Jenna left the music blaring and the pair of you kept working for your tips.

Soon, it was quiet enough for you to head into the cellar to grab some fresh bottles. It was a relief to be away from the noise upstairs and you decided to take your time, knowing Jenna could handle things fine on her own.

“I’ve gotta be honest, I’m starting to take this whole playing hard to get thing personally, kitten.”

His voice suddenly sounded through the darkness was enough to startle you, shock almost causing you to trip over your own feet as you turned to face him.

“You can’t be down here, Billy,” you warned, not wanting to get pulled into his games.

“Can’t I?” The smirk on his lip tinged his words with a dark sort of amusement that sent a shiver down your spine.

“No, you can’t,” you said, “so...”

You let it hang in the air, hoping that he’d take the hint and that he wouldn’t make things any weirder than they already were, but Billy didn’t move.

“So you are playing hard to get,” he said, taking a step towards you. “Lucky for you, I like games.”

“I’m not playing games,” you answered back, holding your ground despite every fibre of your being telling you that you should move, leave. “You need to go.”

“I’m not going anywhere without what’s mine,” he told you, taking another step, then another.

“There’s nothing of yours down here.”

“We both know that’s not true,” he stopped in front of you, his fingers ghosting over your cheek causing you to recoil and finally take a step back, only to find the kegs at your back.

If he cared about your discomfort, he didn’t let it show. He stepped closer, reaching for you again. Part of you knew that you could scream, but you knew no one would hear you over the music and the noise of the bar. And, besides, it wasn’t like Jenna would be able to do anything, any more than you could.

“So the other night was just an act then?” You asked. Billy looked confused, so you continued. “You beat the shit out of that guy for putting his hands on me, but you’re doing the same thing right now.”

“It’s not the same,” the playfulness dropping from his voice, replaced by something far darker. “I’d never hurt you.”

You bristled as his hand cupped your cheek and his thumb ran over your lips. You glared, pulling away from his touch once more, defiant despite the knot of fear that was tightening in your stomach. Unperturbed by your resistance, he reached for you again, this time grabbing your chin and unceremoniously pressing his lips to yours. 

A shocked gasp escaped you, parting your lips and allowing his tongue entrance. For a moment, you were frozen, letting him take what he wanted. As he kissed you, he pressed closer, pinning you against the kegs, a telltale bulge pressing against your stomach through his jeans.

It took a few seconds to overcome the shock and push him away, swinging your hand and revelling in the satisfying crack of your palm striking his cheek. You managed to create some space, but not enough and not for long. He grabbed you by the wrist and pushed you back again.

“I like it when you’re feisty, kitten,” he said, that playful tone in his voice again, like this was all just a game to him.

“I’m not scared of you,” you spat, trying to pull away from him.

“Where are you tryin’ to go, kitten? I’m not done with you yet.”

“What do you want, Billy?” Your voice threatening to break.

“I told you. I want what’s mine.”

“I’m not yours,” you answered back, trying to shove him again, but this time he didn’t budge an inch.

“Deny it all you want,” he replied, while the fingers of his free hand ghosted over your cheek. “I saw how much you wanted me the other night, how much you needed me. You’re gonna realise real soon that you don’t have a choice.”

Your blood ran cold at the implication in his words, body tensing. Again you thought about screaming but - well, what if you screamed and no one came? Your heart ached at the prospect.

“What are you gonna do?” You finally dared to ask, hating that your voice came out so small and afraid.

“Nothing.”

The word didn’t register. It didn’t make sense. There had to be something he wanted, some reason he was doing this.

“I’m not gonna force myself on you,” he continued, his fingers still tenderly brushing against your cheek. “I’d never do that. I don’t have to. Eventually, you’re gonna realise that you want to be mine.”

“Not gonna happen.”

“It will. I’ll make sure of it,” he told you. “If I have to, I’ll take away everything you have until I’m all that’s left, until you’re begging to be mine.”

“I’ll never beg for you,” you answered back.

“You already have,” he said, barely holding back a laugh.

He was right. You hated how right he was. You’d begged for him that night in your bed, over and over again. You’d begged and pleaded as he’d made you feel things you’d never felt before. Just thinking about it sent a shiver down your spine and stoked that shameful heat between your thighs.

(What was wrong with you that this was turning you on?)

“I’m a patient man, but I’m not gonna wait forever,” he told you, leaning close, lips brushing your ear. “One way or another, you’re gonna be mine, kitten.”

Before you could answer, he was kissing you again, groaning against your lips, fingertips pressed into your cheek. Then he pulled away and turned, leaving you there, uncertain at what the fuck had just happened and how you felt about it. 

But, for a second, at the bottom of the stairs, he hesitated and spoke; “it was bees.”

“What?”  You asked in a confused whisper.

“The story you told Jake, about spiders - you got that from a dumb kids movie, but it was bees not spiders that killed the kid.”

You didn’t say anything.

What could you even say, knowing that he’d caught you in a lie? But Billy didn’t seem to expect anything from you. You watched him disappear up the stairs, leaving you completely alone and, by the time you returned to the bar, Jenna was locking up behind the last customer and Billy was nowhere to be seen.

End Note : For anyone old enough to get the My Girl reference, I'm sorry. I recently remembered how traumatic that was for a kids movie and decided if I had to suffer, everyone else did too �� (Also the thought of little Billy Russo sitting and watching My Girl is hilarious for some reason???) From this point on the story will be taking a much darker turn (I know I keep warning about that, but this is really the last time I'm going to explicitly mention it). ALSO I managed to break a key off my laptop keyboard and am having to use a crappy bluetooth keyboard that can be kind of laggy. I think I've caught most of the random typos that slipped through, but if I haven't I'm sorry. I might have to buy a whole replacement laptop keyboard which is money I don't want to spend right now (honestly fuck Dell so much) so just as a warning going forward there might be some dumb typos slipping through.

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Chapter 1: Man in the Window

Summary: Reader falls head over heels in love with her neighbor after a bad break-up. Will he also turn out to be her knight in shining armor as well?

Warnings: smut, language, sex, alcohol use. 18+ only!

The sun was finally shining bright after several dreary days. You decided that this would be the best day to start working on your tiny balcony oasis. You had moved into your new fourth floor apartment in New York City about six and a half months ago. After months of saving, you were able to finally buy the cute decor items that you had your eye on for so long.

Your new three-piece cushioned black wicker patio set had just arrived. You had gone to some of the small local shops and found some fake plants and ceramic jars that varied in sizes and shapes. To accent the entire scene that you had envisioned was a large navy blue and white mosaic outdoor rug.

After carrying everything out of the sliding glass door and onto the terrace, you took a step back and leaned against the railing to picture where you would put everything.  Finally, after about an hour of moving things around, you had finished. 

“Phew!” you exclaimed as you sat down in one of your new chairs and wiped the sweat from your forehead.

As you sat, you watched the sun go down behind all the tall buildings. The city lights were getting brighter as the sky darkened, and you looked around to take everything in. You had only been outside three or four times because of the cold weather so this was the first time that you had been able to actually enjoy an evening outside. You were noticing things that you hadn’t yet and it intrigued you.

Your red brick apartment building has five floors and is in the shape of a big U. So as neighbors were opening curtains, or turning on lights, you would glance in their direction just to be nosey and see what was going on and who lived where.  On the second floor, you could see an older woman watering her plants in her kitchen window. A middle aged man lived on the third floor in a corner apartment. He was in his living room watching football. The lights suddenly turned on in the apartment across from yours. You quickly glanced to watch and see what would appear. 

“Holy shit.” You said aloud to yourself when you saw the man walk up to his glass door and peer out. 

You couldn’t stop staring at him. He was gorgeous. Tall, slender built, and dark brown hair that was styled back neatly. He had a black suit and tie on. He loosened his tie as he stood looking out into the distance. 

He stood still for a few minutes, then turned and walked out of view. You took a deep breath in and decided that you’d go inside for the night. You walked into the kitchen and poured yourself a glass of Chardonnay. Then, you went into the living room and plopped yourself down on the couch. 

A few hours and three glasses of wine later, you had fallen asleep on your couch while watching Grey’s Anatomy. Around 3:30 in the morning, You were jolted awake from the nightmare that you were having.

“It was just a dream! It was just a dream!” you kept saying to yourself over and over as you sat up trying to calm down.

You felt like your heart was going to pound out of your chest. As you stood up, you turned off the television and walked your glass into the kitchen where you placed it in the sink. You looked over to the glass door and saw that you hadn’t shut the curtains yet. You walked over to pull the curtains, but when you looked out and over to the windows across from you, you saw the man from earlier now just in black boxers staring straight at you. 

You let out a gasp and hurried to pull the curtains closed. Shit! Did he see me earlier? How long has he been standing there looking in my windows? These thoughts were racing through your head as you hurriedly made your way to your bedroom. 

As you laid down in bed, you kept thinking of him. His gorgeous hair, those dark eyes, and that undeniably sexy body. You started to feel a bit of a tingling sensation, but snapped out of your thoughts quickly. You literally just got out of a relationship! Granted it was awful, but still! Plus, you don’t even know this guy!

The next morning, you woke up and got ready for the day. You grabbed your computer bag, and headed out the door to the little coffee shop on the corner. You love this tiny cafe and do your work there every day as you eat and drink your usual duo. A lemon blueberry scone and an iced caramel macchiato with cold foam.

You have become one of the regulars, so every morning when you walk in, the barista has your meal ready for you. Then, you sit in the same back corner booth and begin work. You work for a marketing firm out of California, so your job is completely virtual, which you absolutely love. You don’t like going out in public very often, and when you do, you try to go when you see that there aren’t many people. However, living in New York City made that a bit more challenging, but you're adjusting. 

“Need a refill?” one of the waitresses and now your friend, Johanna says with a big smile on her freckled face.

You looked up at Johanna and smiled as you replied, “Absolutely! I think today is going to be a long one.”

“You got it!” Johanna said as she spun around and twisted her curly red hair up into a bun on the top of her head.

The bell rang and someone new walked in. Not many people frequent this small establishment, so when the high pitched noise rang out through the air, you looked up curiously to see who it was that came inside. Your heart felt like it skipped a beat. It was him. The man from the window. 

You sat back quickly and tried to hide in the booth, but it didn’t work very well. He spotted you and gave you a smile. Then, he ordered his coffee and left. A huge sigh of relief left you when he walked out. You had no idea what you would say to him if he approached you. You were a hot mess when it came to talking to guys. 

Over the past few months, you had tried to meet someone. You thought it would help you move on from your ex-boyfriend Spencer faster. You quickly learned just how awkward you are and how awful you are at conversations. You had been on three dates so far and every one of them ghosted you after the first night. It was only a dinner date, and yet somehow you had managed to run them off every time. 

“OH. MY. GOD! Girl, did you see how hot that guy was?!” Johanna said as she handed you your new drink.

You stared at her for a moment and then giggled, “yes, I saw him.”

Johanna sat down across from you and started talking so fast, “I could barely even speak! Ugh! Could you imagine being with someone like him?!”

“Yeah, it definitely would be interesting!” You laughingly replied and then let out a long sigh, “I should probably get going. I’ve finished my work for the day. It wasn’t as bad as I thought after all.” You started packing up everything and slid out of the booth.

“Okay! Will I see you tomorrow?” Johanna replied as you stood.

“Maybe!” You said in a high tone as you made your way to the door, “See you later!”

You made it home and flopped down onto the couch. You couldn’t stop thinking of the guy across from you, but then all of those thoughts were interrupted when your phone dinged from a notification. You grabbed your phone from your pocket and opened up the screen. It was a Facebook notification about memories that you had from two years ago. 

You immediately felt sick to your stomach. You knew that all of your past memories included Spencer. You decided to swipe the notification away without opening it and laid your phone facedown on the coffee table. Those memories were a thing of the past and that’s where they needed to stay. You were tired of anything and everything dredging up things and reminding you of the life you used to live. It’s time to move on.

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Brooklyn Baby (Part 1)

Dark!Billy Russo x Rawlins!Reader

Word Count: +1132

Warning(s): None in this chapter.

Author's Note(s): I've been waiting to make this for a while but then my tumblr got deleted. Thank you @bunnywritesmarvel for not deleting the original post/rant lol love ya! xo

Billy had his suspicions for a while now, however he never thought it'd be so soon. He knew Rawlins would rid of him once given the chance. It came with working for him. It would cost him dearly, so Russo decides to play the game. By taking it one-step further. He decides to pursue his daughter, you.

Growing up in New York you never knew of your mother. Your father had gained full custody, stating that she had walked out of your life. Of course, you never bothered him about it. He gave you everything you needed. A family and support system. He would always remind you of the two most important rules to always follow: Out of site, and out of mind. Simple words of William J. Rawlins III.

Even though your father is an important public figure, details of his personal life were kept a secret. Your existence was only a whisper. A silent hush. Being the only child and heir to the Rawlins estate, your father kept close tabs on you. After what happened to Frank and his family, Rawlins made sure to keep your identity a secret.

Billy had his suspicions up for a while now. He knew one day Rawlins would betray him just like Frank. It was disappointing to find out they weren't as close friends as he'd thought. After months of research, Russo had finally infiltrated the flaw in Rawlin's defense team, you. It wasn't easy. He'd lost a few men while trying to infiltrate your location. For the first time ever, it was Billy who held the upper hand.

On the day the two of you met he had calculated every move. Billy parks his car a few blocks from where you worked. He checks himself in the rear-view mirror, making sure to look impressionable. Right around now you would be volunteering at the local community center. Most of your free time was spent working at shelters and foodbanks. A good girl helping the needy, how precious. Billy smirks as he watches you from his side door mirror. Part of him wonders how a sweet piece of ass like you came from Willie. The two of you looked nothing alike.

In only a few minutes you would walk though that door and return to your car. It was during those few minutes when Billy starts to hatch his plan. He passes by your car, jabbing the sides of your tires with a hidden knife. Every part of it was calculated and quick. As he opens his car door he could see your reflection in the sideview mirror. He's sat inside his Porsche. Waiting for his cue, a sudden gasp.

He spots you making paces back and fourth, debating on whether or not to call your dad. Of course no one else would come to help you in this part of the city, it was right by Hell's kitchen. But don't worry, Billy Russo will come sweeping in to save the day. When you start to tear up you voice call, "Excuse me miss."

You turn around to find a tall, lean figured man approaching. He's brunette, seemingly in his 30's, sporting a tailored suit and million-dollar smile, "You look like you could use some help." he ushers to your car. You turn one last time and give it a long stare before turning around to nod. Billy smirks from the look on your face. Those puppy dog eyes hadn't been tainted by the world just yet. Poor little dame like you should be careful. You never know who to trust.

But no worries, he'll give you your first lesson today, "Do you need a ride home? I've got nothing to do for the rest of the day."

"Uh..I'm really not suppose to talk to strangers."

Billy raises a brow at that statement. You're a Junior in college, It's not like you were 12. He asks again, "I just wanted to do something nice and you look like you could need a helping hand." he butters you up with those words. Convincing you that he was a knight in shining armor. Tall, handsome, rich. Billy knows what most women want. He'll have you thinking of Mr. Russo with the fancy suit and charming smile. Steering himself right into your heart and father's inheritance.

He promises to drop you home safe and sound. During the entire care ride he had kept the conversation going. It turns out the two of you had a lot in common. He purposely takes a few detours to lengthen your trip together. You on the other hand were already smitten from his charms. In the back of your mind there was a sense of weariness, but as soon as the trip became interesting you ignore it.

You felt bad about lying to your dad, but surely it wasn't that serious. In the morning you'll call for a tow truck to take care of the car. Billy even made sure to walk you to the front gates of your home. He whistles at the sight of the home itself, pretending to be impressed. As if he's never visited a dozen times. He turns to you, leaning in. His stature was much taller than yours. For a moment, you could feel the blood rushing to your cheeks.

His dark eyes are hooded, you could see every last one of his lashes. He whispers, "See princess? You don't have to worry about me I'm not like the other guys out there." he reaches to brush a hair behind your ear. For a moment the two of you held eye contact. Billy is the first one to break it. He reaches into his coat and hands you a card with his information, "Russo, Billy." making sure you're at the front door before returning to his car.

You give him one last wave before entering the house. You were ecstatic! Pausing for a moment to gather your thoughts on what had happened today. You couldn't help but admire what a gentleman he'd been. Giggling from the memory of the car ride. You felt giddy with excitement. It's not everyday you have a guy like that volunteering to give you a ride. Not only that but he made sure that you would return home safely. You decide to send a quick message before calling it a night.

Billy leans against his car, confident that he's gained your trust His phone suddenly buzzes. As he reads the text you'd sent he couldn't help but smirk at how fast it took to message him.

'Thank you for helping me get home safe, I appreciate it Mr. Russo.'

'Anytime princess, I'm only a call away if you ever need any help.'

Billy whistles a tune while driving off. Satisfied that today's mission had been a success.

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𝓐 𝓣𝓸𝓾𝓬𝓱 𝓞𝓯 𝓕𝓲𝓻𝓮

𝙒𝘼𝙍𝙉𝙄𝙉𝙂𝙎!- choking, possessive behavior, billy!russo x fem!reader, dark!Billy Russo. Knife play, daddy kink, spanking, guns and knifes, murder, drugs and alchol, (Dom sub dynamics) stalking, overstimulation, squirting, slapping, rough topics. Toxicity (let me know if i miss anything!) not proofread

18+ 𝘾𝙊𝙉𝙀𝙉𝙏 𝙈𝙄𝙉𝙊𝙍𝙎 𝘿𝙊𝙉𝙊𝙏 𝙄𝙉𝙏𝙀𝙍𝘼𝘾𝙏

Y/n was a women of power whatever she wanted she got. She was the leader of one of the most top gangs in new york which only consists of women. Though one thing was for sure she despised men they were the annoying fly that she tried to get rid of but they kept comming. That all changed when she decided to make an alliance with the one and only Billy

You took a deep breath the smell of gun powder and smoke filled you nose. The smell was all but familiar it made your heart skip a beat and walk with more force. As you walked along many workers bowed down to you. You loved power the one thing you never had as a little girl and you couldn’t help the smirk that spread across your face. A girl with short red hair and glasses that sat on her nose perfectly, spoke as she fiddled with the pen in her suit. “Mrs, i’m sorry to bother you. But your appointment arrived early and he asked if you could hurry up” 

“Ah i see” you spoke softly and looked at the girl who was shaking. “Good job, go ahead and take a break i know its a little scary, and remember he can’t and wont do anything as long as im here” 

The girl smiled and nodded as she walked away and sat on a nerby couch.

You slowly walked up the stairs carefully listening to the small sounds of heavy feat walking around the room. As you reached the door you slowly opened the door and locked it behind you. Slowly turning to see a guy with rugged clothes and buzzed hair, he had cuts on his face and deep brown eyes that were trailing down your body and up to your face. You stared blankly at him for awhile than slowly sat down on a leather chair crossing your legs. He looked down at your thighs that the slant on your dress exposed to his feasting eyes . “You know were here for business and i don’t like to have my time wasted. Scar face” you spoke with venom as you stared him in the eyes. Billy’s eyebrows furrowed and he walked towards you with a low chuckle. “Listen, sweetheart I’m not here to waste my time either” he turned around and sat down spreading his legs and leaning back.

You scoffed and rolled your eyes before looking back at him. “Before we get down to business i want you to know i hate men and the only reason im talking to you right now is because you have stuff i need and i have stuff you need” 

“Trust me princess ive heard all about your hate towards men and how you had such a fucked up life with your poor dad-“ you threw a knife right at the wall it barley touching his face as you walked over to him placing both of your hands on the arm of his chair. “You have no right to talk about him you understand” 

Billy just smirked and pulled you closer by the chin with his hand. “Don’t worry princess im not here to hurt you or talk about your shitty life” his voice was stern but spoke with a hint of calmness. That made your heart race and feel your cheek’s turn hot. You both sat there in quiet for a moment before you pulled away and sat down pouring a glass of 1980 rose wine. You looked at him intensely before taking a sip and getting back to the discussion.

The meeting was faster than you thought and billy was more agreeable and not as indecisive as people made him out  be. 

“See you later sweetheart” he playfully winked and walked out which caused you  to roll your eye’s.

A few months went by everything was going smoothly. Billy has moved his crew in your hideout, so you seen him a lot more. You would be lying if you actually didn’t appreciate his presence. He would often talk about his past life, which you related too. But he mostly talked about his “psychologist girlfriend”. You didnt like her and practically wanted to rip her head off. Which led you to this situation right now. You forced yourself to look down at the broken window where her hopeless body laid. She tried to kill you so you fought back which led to her bleeding out on the sidewalk surrounded by random people. You felt your heart thump and blood drip down your face to your eyebrow.

 You looked over to see billy with a blank expression than down at the body than back at you. You back up and ran to find your gun. Slowly you crept to the door. “WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU! AFTER ALL I DONE YOU DO THIS. YOUR FUCKING BITCH” billy kicked the door open and when he was about to turn a corner you knocked him down. “Heh, im the bitch shes the one who fucking started it! I did you a favor! She was sleeping with other guys billy!” You shouted. “Your a fucking liar” he flipped you over and onto the floor. “Hmft, i caught her in the act and was about to call you but she attacked me, his fucking clothes are over there.” He slowly let go of you to turn and look where an unfamiliar man’s clothes were. 

You slowly got up and wiped your eyebrow and the two slashes on your face one on the left cheek and the other on the right corner of your forehead. Billy slowly got up and turned to face you. You stared at him for a second before he ran and put his hands around your throat enough to hurt but not to remove the air from your lungs. He looked into your eyes than at your lips. “Come on bill, are you going to kill me” you smiled before you raised a knife to his throat. “Now why would i do that sweetheart” he slowly leaned in your lips inches apart and the knife slowly creating an almost scratch mark. “Bill-“ he kissed you before you could finish and you slowly let go of the knife before wrapping your arms around his neck. His grip losened on your throat. Sirens were heard and you both stopped before you walked out with billy right on your track. 

When you reached the car you started the engine and sped off. The whole ride was silent. “So your just not going to talk” his voice spoke gently. You cleared your throat “theres nothing to talk about.” You pressed the gas peddle going at 90 now. “Sweetheart, i know your lying” he glared at you.

“Look, I don’t got time for this billy” you glared at him. He scoffed and rolled his eyes. “Fuck if your going to act like this than stop the car.” You slammed the breaks and looked at him. “Just get the fuck out okay.” He scoffed and open the door slamming it behind him.

One thing was for sure you would never tell him was you were the girl he used to play with the girl with the shitty pedophile of a dad. You slammed you head against you seat speeding to  the hideout.

It had been two weeks since the fight you guys had. You hadn’t heard or seen from him since than. You played with your knife examining it, tracing over the edges with your finger tip. Slowly you sat up placing the knife in a secret compartment. Walking out of the room your heels  clicking against the wooden floor in the quiet house. Making your way to the kitchen you took out glass of red wine. You looked at the corner of your eye, he was there just staring at you blankly. In his tight black demin jeans with a tight black shirt to match. What you wouldnt do to rip it right of him and leave marks all over his body. His grunt caught your attention and your turned over to look at him than look away. 

Not bothering to give him the time of day you walked right past him sitting down crossing your legs. “ah, i see your still mad at me sweetheart” his voice rang in your ears like a soft melody you haven’t listen to in awhile. Ignoring him you took a sip, finally turning to look at him he was already in front of you looking down at you. You slowly looked up. “What are you doing here this late billy. What do you want?” Your voice sounded cruel, you saw the way his jaw clench and he took a deep breath. “ i -i came to say sorry, fuck y/n im so fucking sorry ive been tryna call you but you changed your number so ive been keeping my eye on you..” his confession was quiet but it was loud an clear. Weirdly it made your heart skip a beat at his confession. Normal girls would run away gag and be scared or disgusted that they were being “stalked”. But you weren’t normal far from it. You felt your cheeks get hot and listen to billy mumble for  words. “And i just want to be with you. I want to so fucking much y/n”  hearing enough  you pulled him by the shirt standing up and kissing his lips with so much passion and fire he almost fell over. Slowly he kissed you back moving the stool to push you into the counter. 

Your hand went to the back of his neck scratching softly making him groan in response. He pulled your hair to make your mouth open so he could slide his tongue in. You could feel yourself getting wet and your belly make flips. As well as billys hard on. He could hardly take it anymore his jeans becoming to tight. At that moment his hands were touching everywhere. “Fuck i cant take it anymore i need to touch you feel you.. taste you, it’s driving me fucking insane” billy felt like a teenage boy wanting to fuck you right there. He lifted you up and put you on his shoulder dragging you to your room. You laughed at his eagerness with made him slap your ass a few times shutting you up. 

He threw you on the bed and just looked at you. You looked so beautiful  swollen lips and soft red marks on your neck. Your dress rolled above your plush soft thighs. “Your so fucking beautiful y/n” he rasped and kissed you softly while slowly taking off your dress. you moaned when you felt his knee between your legs grinding against it your core soaking his pants because you forgot to wear underwear.” Billy fuck i cant take it any more.. please do something please” you became a pleading mess not even remembering your self anymore while lust clouded your judgement. Billy laughed above you. Finally finished getting you all naked and bare for his eyes to see. You felt a little insecure hiding your self from his hungry eyes. He make a type of growl sound and lifted your wrists above your head. “ tsk tsk, none of that now i want to see all of this body all of it for me and its so fucking gorgeous so stop hiding it” it felt more of a command than a compliment and a whimper came out of you. “ shh Dont worry daddy will take care of you” he hummed while tying your wrist together with the rope of your dress. You would be mad that he ruined your dress but that was for later.

“Billy please just fuck me now i cant take it anymore” he grabbed your throat and bit your lip making it bleed into his mouth. You whined at the pain but it felt so good. “Thats not my name sweetheart, i only pleasure good girls and you haven’t been so good lately” he softly kisses around your nipples almost feathered like to the point you could barley feel it. He was making you angry with all his teasing and he was doing it on purpose and you knew it. “Bill- Daddy fuck i cant take i need you so fucking bad right just look how wet you made me, i cant take it anymore your the only one that can please me~” your voice was soft full of a seductive tone that made Billy’s ears pick up. “Since you asked so nicely ill give it to you, but you have to follow my rules”  he whispered in your ears. You nodded eagerly agreeing to whatever he said.

 He slowly kissed down to your thighs leaving bite marks sometimes along the way making you squirm. He slapped your face making you cry a little while he shook his head. You looked in his eyes catching the warning trying to stay as still as possible. He licked. Down your thighs so close to the place you needed him the most.

You where whining for him to lick there. When he finally did a low moan came from him. “So fucking sweet and all fucking mine.” He grumbled while sucking on your clit and prodding your entrance with his fingers. Moans left your lips he was skillful with his actions hitting spots your fingers couldn’t reach licking you like his life depended on it. You felt like you were in heaven. But you couldn’t keep your thighs open no matter how hard you tried. “Fuck daddy  t’s too much” you kept squirming. “ mmm i know baby but you got to be still daddy can do something for you but it might hurt okay” he was asking for your consent which you gladly agreed to. He pulled a knife from a nearby desk staring up at you. “All you got to do i keep these pretty thighs open and then you wont get cut, ok princess” he whispered in your ear and nibbled slightly. You moaned in response pleasing billy. He slid  down slowly and trace the knife around your nipples. The touch foreign but pleasurable, it felt like a scratch but it didn’t hurt. Slowly he dragged it down to your thighs careful to put light pressure.

When he reached you sweet spot he started his work again giving you beyond pleasure you could imagine. The knife only slightly touching you thigh. Your moans were more than audible and the room was filled with slurp noises. You trued you best to keep you thighs apart and felt your high approaching. “Daddy! Fuck imm gonn-na cum” you almost screamed. Billy moaned in response and continued. Your high washed over you but he never slowed his pace. Making you over sensitive. “Fu- stop it cant take no more” you almost cried. “Just one more baby ok, have to make sure your all prepped and wet” after what seemed like decades you came three times already sore from his torment. He threw the knife aside and came up to kiss you. Your juices still on his lips.  You moaned and kissed him back. He rest his head against yours and pulled your thighs around his waist thrusting all of him into you in one push. His eyes rolled back and a low groan came out making you feel butterfly’s.

“Fuck your so tight, made just for me huh,” he slapped your cheek and harshly thrusted up into you. Making you let out a loud mewl. “All for you, fuck fell ssso good” tears were running down your cheeks. And billy started thrusting into you at a fast pace that hit your sweet spot over and over. He whispered dirty words in your ears and looked down at you. He wrapped his hand around your throat still setting a brutal pace. “Fuck look at me. Mmm want to see me little whore all for me!” He felt you clenched at those words and sped up and moved his fingers to your clit. “You like that huh? Being my little whore” he slapped you and you moaned loudly. “Mmgh yess all your daddy. Your little whore.. gonna cum!!” You started shaking feeling an unfamiliar feeling.

“Its ok cum let me feel your juices” he kissed you as you came feeling a flush if juices come out. “Fuck look at that made you squirt so fucking hot” he groaned and released inside of you. You shared a passionate kiss. Flipping you guys over now you on top.  Still inside you rolled you hips against him. “Fuck you look so pretty like that baby girl” he grabbed your hims and made you move slowly. “Billy ngh, i need to tell you something.” You stared down at hime while you slowly moved up and down bitting your lips. “Ok baby tell me” he leaned up so now your guys were impossibly close while he sucked on your neck leaving marks. You moaned softly. “ im.. im the girl.. who played with you as a child..” you whispers. He immediately looked up at you staring you in the eyes as he pulled you closes thrusting up into you at such a fast pace your nipples bounced in his face. You moaned loudly as he flipped you over kissing you everywhere. Your face scrunched up in pleasure trying to form words. “Shh. I know your her, i knew for a long time but fuck been waiting for you to say it. Ima give you my kids yeah? Were gonna have a fucking happy family ok?” He moaned in your ears and you just nodded in reply.

 “Gonna fill you up now okay?” He started rubbing your clit bringing you over the edge as you saw stars as you both cummed together. He stilled for a moment looking in your eyes. He looked sad and you pulled him in for a hug. “ I’ve done some bad things y/n..” he whispered. 

“So have i billy, but that doesn’t matter ok?”

He hummed in response and gave you a soft kiss.

“I love you y/n… i always will” your heart skipped a beat at the confession and your cried a little. His brow scrunched up in worry. And you softly laughed.

“I love you to billy, and i always will”

You both cuddled and enjoyed each others embrace.

You felt safe a feeling that was hardly recognizable.

But one thing was for sure is that your love for each-other was a burning passion with a touch of fire.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Unspoken Crimes

Masterlist

Warnings: this fic includes dark content including rape/noncon, violence, and other potential triggering elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: You finally make a splash at college, but you come to regret being noticed. (short, plus sized reader)

Characters: Frank Castle, Billy Russo

A note on reader characters:

For clarity,  each reader will have a defined nickname when appearing in any installment not their own. This is Sunny. This fic also features Foxy.

Note: It took me ages to finish by I did it.

As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. Thanks to everyone who reads this one and thank you for all your energy.<3

Love you all like Donkey love Waffles. Take care. 💖

The blaring alarm startles you awake. You peel your face off the textbook, the page sticking to your cheek for a moment before you can sit up straight. Your study session as usual turned into naptime. You rouse in confusion, as put off by the siren as the missing memory of when you dozed off.

You grip your skull as it pounds with the constant noise and you murmur at your dead laptop. You don’t think your test is going to go very well tomorrow. You stand and stretch out the kinks, the babble of voices and shuffle of footsteps sounding from outside your door.

You go to the door and open it, yawning as you keep a hand over your left ear, the whirling echo in the hall even louder than in your room. Girls wrapped in blankets stagger by sleepily, some drunkenly, eyeliner smeared and uggs clamouring beneath them. As Radeesha passes, you wave to her, trying to catch her attention.

“Hey, what’s going on?” You yell above the alarm.

She shakes her head at you and rolls her eyes. You smile and apologise under your breath. She looks tired and must be as put off by the alarm as you. You watch as the rest of your floor traipse by, some faces you don’t recognise, boyfriends, girlfriends, and other visitors. 

You quickly grab your slippers from beside the door and follow the tide of students to the nearest exit. It must be the fire alarm. A drill at 2am hardly seems likely and you smell smoke. Oh shit, is it for real? Is there a fire?

As you come out into the frigid early morning air, you near Brianna, the girl who lives next door, and voice the question aloud.

“I don’t fucking know,” she grumbles as she shivers under a pink duvet, “the fuck you asking me for, loser?”

You hug yourself and back away. She’s tired. She’s always grumpy when she has to wake up early and it’s really early. You don’t feel too great yourself. You excuse her snappy retort and go to stand near the back of the crowd, clusters of students watching the approach of a wailing red fire truck.

Your teeth chatter and you regret not grabbing more than your woolly slippers. The bottoms have no traction on the icy ground and your thin PJs offer little shield against the billowing winds. You blow into your hands and rub them together as a Campus PD cruiser pulls up beside the fire truck.

The officers speak with one man in a yellow jacket before letting him follow the rest of his crew towards the building. The firefighters disappear inside to clear out the place as smoke plumes from the back of the building. Hopefully it’s nothing too serious.

“I told Carissa candles were against the rules,” a girl you don’t recognise sneers, “she never fucking listens.”

“Could be something else,” someone replies, “gas stoves aren’t exactly the safest around drunk coeds.”

“Says the drunk coed…” the reply comes dryly.

“Everyone, get back,” the officers call out, herding back the hordes with a wave of their arms, “get to the gathering point.”

The taller officer gestures past the wall of students to the bright green sign on the other side of the street. You turn as slowly the bodies begin to retreat, grumbling and griping about the campus police. You slip across the road, the cold biting through your cotton tee and stinging your skin.

“Hey,” you see Radeesha as you step up on the curb, “how’s it going?”

“What do you want?” She scowls.

“Cold out,” you chirp.

“No shit,” she scoffs and sends a look to Emma and mouths ‘what the fuck’? You look back to the building and rock in place, jeez, no one likes being woken up in the middle of the night, do they?

You drift away as you watch the building and a lick of orange gleams through one of the windows. You gasp as several others notice and let out their own surprise. Your eyes round and you worry you might not have a bed to go back to that night.

You shake as the cold crawls up your legs, your fingertips and toes numb, your skin raw and your bones aching. It’s freezing. You squat down and grab your feet, trying to warm them as you try to conserve your body heat. 

The snow crunches under heavy soles and suddenly, you’re knocked over as a leg collides with your shoulder. You squeak as you catch yourself on your hands, fingers sinking into the hard snow. You peer up as a dark figure looks back. The officer’s uniform is lined with iridescent strips that glow in the night and limn his figure.

“What’re you doin’ down there?” He bends and grabs your arm, yanking you to you feet, “where’s your coat?”

“I… I forgot— I didn’t have time–”

“Little thing like you will freeze out here,” he tisks, “we’re all outta blankets…”

You look around and see other students wrapped in the crinkly silver blankets, huddled together as you’re lost in your usual floating solitary.

“It’s okay,” you chime, “I’ll be alright. I’m sure the fire’s not too bad.”

“Aren’t you a chipper little thing,” he remarks as he unzips his coat, “here.” He shrugs out of the jacket and drapes it over your shoulders, “vest makes me sweat anyway.”

“Oh, I can’t–”

“You’re gonna catch cold if you don’t,” he warns with a point in your face, “don’t worry, it’s got my name on it. I ain’t worried about losing it.”

“Uh, thanks, sir,” you sway as he pulls the coat closed around you, his warmth and scent clings to the fabric and surrounds you, “I’ll make sure I give it back.”

“Oh, I’ll come find ya if you don’t,” he warns with a smirk, “now go back with your friends. Can’t have you getting lost out here.”

He looks over at the other students and you give a nod. You sidle over towards the chattering coeds, glancing back at the officer until he finally turns away. Those around you avoid you as you stand amid the crowd, leaving you adrift in the sea of your peers.

You peek down and reach to smooth down the collar. You read the name sewn into the jacket, ‘Castle’. That’s an interesting last name. You retract your hand, pulling the coat snug around you as you’re attention is drawn back to the dorm, the orange glare no longer glowing on the top floor.

As you pass Ellie, another girl on your floor, you give a wave but she doesn't seem to notice. She leans against the boy beside her as you skirt around to the curb and stare across the street. The cold has you wide awake now, maybe you'd have time to actually study.

"Little girl," the other officer emerges in the wode umbrella of the streetlight above, "nice jacket…"

"Oh, uh," you sputter and look down.

"You know it's a serious offense to be stealing from police," he smirks, "and Castle," he flicks the letter beside the zipper, "that's my partner. We look out for each other."

"What--n-no, he let me– he lent it to me, sir, officer," you stutter and look at the name sewn into his matching coat; B. Russo, "I swear, he was just…" you look around, searching for the other man.

"I'm kidding with you, girl," he winks as you turn back to him, "he's too nice for his own good sometimes."

"Oh," you nod, "yeah, he was nice."

"Especially to girls," he adds.

"Hm, ah, well, I forgot my coat."

"Cute," he scoffs, "you like candles?"

"What?"

"Satsuma candles?"

"Um, no, they're prohibited," you frown, realising his inference. "I got one of those plug in thingies."

"Ah, yeah, you wouldn't do anything 'prohibited', would you? You seem like a good girl."

You bite the inside of your lip to keep a grimace from marring your face. He talks in riddles. You shrug.

"I try," you answer half-heartedly.

"Do you know anyone," he lifts a single gloved finger and steps closer, his thick coat rustling, "who likes candles?"

"Well, I…" you glance around as Carissa leans against another girl, barely awake on her feet, "no," you can't be that one. The snitch. You won't make any friends that way, "I don't really know… too many people."

"You don't? Don't you got friends?"

"Erm, I didn't say I didn't," you’re defensive at her accusatory tone, "but they don't live here, is all."

"Relax, I'm sure you're a popular one, mousey," he says derisively, "now you make sure to give my partner his jacket back before you go back to bed." He tucks a thumb into his pocket, "cops don't take too kindly to stealing."

"I–"

"And try not to think too much about him before you fall asleep," he winks, "he's a married man." You frown and shake your head, shocked by his very obvious suggestion. He chuckles and leans in, "but I'm not."

You look around awkwardly. This isn't happening. This doesn't happen to you. The only time a guy ever hit on you was part of a high school bet, one you couldn't win.

"Don't worry, you'll see me around," he stands and shifts his hat, "this is my patrol block. Night watch."

You take a breath and force a smile, "thanks, officer, I uh, think they're letting us back in now."

"I hear them heaters are shit. I got a bit of a magic touch myself if you ever need someone to have a look. Those old radiators just need a little…" he putts his hands out in an almost lewd gesture and gropes the air, "coaxing."

"Um, thank you, okay, sir," you murmur as you back away, "can you give this back for me?" You take the coat off and hand it over, "I got a test tomorrow."

He tilts his head and accepts the coat, but not without grazing your arm and giving a long look to your PJs.

"You're smart not to sleep naked," he snickers as he tucks the thick coat under his arm, "too bad, though."

You don't know how to reply, so you don't. He's an officer, what are you gonna say? Who are you gonna tell? Besides, you heard guys say way worse behind you in class.

"Have a good night," you eke out as you hesitantly step past him.

"You too, mousey," he clicks his tongue, "sweet dreams."

You cross the street and join the train of students lining up to be let back inside. A remnant of smoke lingers in the air and parches your throat. You glance around at the chattering and dazed faces. What a strange night.

📖

Your grandmother always told you you have bad impulse control. You can't help but agree with her as you come out of the corner shop with your haul; a bag of doritos and several fruity energy drinks. The craving drew you out of your dorm into another chilly night, but with another walk across campus ahead of you, you regret more and more the hasty decision for a late night snack.

You swing the bag as you set off, the campus shrouded as distant orbs float around the edges of buildings and between the barren trunks and branches. The green lights atop the square poles and the taller pillars that curve over the walk with lantern-style shades that cast a patchy glow across the ground. You keep your chin down as a chill rattles your bones and you crunch past a snow-dusted bench, turning off down the next path.

Distant echoes of footsteps and muffled tones that could be voices waft in the air. You can't tell as the frigid air and heaps of snow dampen all noise. Cars whish by along the roadways divided by the plots of academies and offices, an eerie feel to the mostly empty sprawl.

As you delve into the shadows of the social sciences facade, you hear the scuff of soles and the gritty crunch of pebbles and frozen snow. A figure specks in a cone of light beneath a towering pole before dissipating into the endless night. You clutch tight the plastic bag as it noisily brushes against your long coat. The stranger is gone without a look in your direction.

You hear another scrape, a soft mewl, a sniffle, and the scatter of a stick across the cold pavement. You gulp as you stop, teetering as you try to decide whether to keep going or take another route. A shaky breath makes up your mind as a whimper piques at the end.

You round the corner, one of the tall square poles at the cross point of the walkways ahead. Between you and the green light is a person. The body sits on the ground, her legs splayed and bent as she cradles her head. You don't know her. Of course you don't, it's impossible to know everyone. It's even hard to keep your professors straight. 

"Uh, are you okay?" You ask gently. She flinches as she raises her chin and looks at you, her eyes hollow with shadows, "did you fall?"

She doesn't say anything, instead planting her hands as she brings her feet down flat. She tries to stand but can't seem to find the strength. You rush forward and offer your hand.

"Pretty icy out here–"

"Icy?" She snarls as she stands for a moment, only to stumble and catch herself on a bench.

"Did you slip?" You ask again and drop your hand to your side.

She shakes her head before she leans forward and grips her temples, "no."

"What happened?" You step closer.

She's quiet as he fixes her rumpled jacket and winces again. You look around, searching for any evidence of what unfolded there. She looks dazed, lost. You wonder if she hit her head.

"Nothing," she utters at last.

You narrow your eyes as you see a metal shape in the crack of the pavement and you bend to pick it up. The kind of button you find on a pair of jeans. You look at her as she wipes grains of dirt from her cheek.

"This yours?"

She shakes her head as she grips the side of the bench and huddles over her lap, "I'm fine–"

"Did someone hurt you?"

Your question hangs. Unanswered. You stare at the button and think of the shadow you saw a few minutes ago. They came from this direction.

"Someone did this–"

"No, it doesn't matter," she touches her stomach as she stands, her legs wobbling from the effort.

"Oh my god," you close your fingers around the button, "we have to tell someone."

You turn on your heel and scurry towards the bright yellow button attached to the pole, 'press for help'. You sense her behind you. She grabs onto your elbow right as you hit the button with your other hand. She spins you to face her as she grabs the front of your parka.

"Why would you do that?" She bellows over the beeping siren as the flashing green hues limn her frazzled features.

"You're hurt," you say bluntly.

"What the fuck are those donut-breathed idiots gonna do about it?" She sneers and lets you go, once more hugging her middle. 

Her fly shows through her open jacket, the top split, buttonless, the denim wet and stained. She turns and hobbles away, thighs daintily kept apart as she takes stunted steps. You follow her as she turns down the next walkway, in the opposite direction of your dorm.

"Wait, I'm trying to help."

"Help? Too late for that."

"But–"

"Don't you get it? Help don't happen. What's that bullshit we gotta listen to at orientation? Be vigilant…"

You scrunch your nose as you scurry beside her. You recall that first day safety presentation. The one with all those statistics, the numbers that made you even more nervous to be away from home.

"But if you don't tell someone, nothing can be done–"

"Nothing would, you–" she stops herself and faces you as you stand at the edge of Elm Plaza, "I appreciate you trying but that's not how these things work." She exhales and shakes her head, "you'd be the only one who believes me. Or cares."

"N-no, that's not right–" 

"No, it's not," she shrugs, "that's life."

You watch her as she struggles to do up her coat. You wish she would listen to you. You're just trying to help her. You wish anyone would let you try. You'd be a great friend if anyone wanted you.

"Look, you should go. I'll be fine–"

A sudden whoop deafens you and had her snapping shut her mouth. She rolls her eyes as she drops her arms rigidly. She turns on her heel to face the curb as the cruiser pulls up. Your heart flutters, they can help you!

The passenger door opens and a familiar man steps out. Tall, slender, dark hair. Officer Russo.

"Ah, good evening, ladies," he shuts the door and leans casually against the car.

The driver side opens and another figure gets out. You recognise Castle too as he rounds the hood of the car, crossing his arms as he comes to stand parallel with his partner. His lips slant slightly as your eyes meet.

"You don't happen to know anything about that alarm, do ya?" Castle asks.

"Nothing," the girl replies, "we're going home. We didn't see anything.'

"Wait," you begin and she elbows you.

"You two on the prowl again? We're not interested so run along and find someone else."

"You know, Foxy," Russo tuts as he wags his finger at her, standing at his full height, "that mouth makes me wanna do things."

"And you make me wanna hurl, fuck off, officer."

"That's no way to talk to a police man doing his duty. Serving and protecting and all that," he rebukes.

"Me and my friend are going home. That's it," she lies, "now you can take your brute and bug someone else. We didn't do anything."

"I don't know if I believe you," Russo steps onto the curb, toe to toe with the girl. Foxy, he called her.

"Hey, shug," Castle nears you, "you know anything about that alarm? You can tell me."

You look at Foxy and she takes a breath, raising a brow as she shakes her head evasively. You should tell the truth. They could find who hurt her. Then again, you heard all the same things she did. Odds are, nothing will happen. It's her choice, not yours. And that's what friends do, they support each other's decisions. 

"No, we just went to the store for some snack," you lift your forgotten bag of goodies.

Russo snatches it and you gasp as the handles nearly tear. He looks inside and fishes out one of the tall cans. "This shit is bad for you," he reads the label, "you girls got an exciting night planned. Need lots of energy?"

"Oh, lots of it," Foxy's tone turns sarcastic as she sticks her tongue out but you notice how her fist balls tightly, "I told you, I got a type."

"Mm, sure do," Russo ogles you and shoves the bag against her chest, "you sure you don't want a few more guest for the party."

"Not you," she takes the bag but doesn't back down, "I'm not into weasels."

"What about your… friend?" He leers over at you.

"Billy," Castle hits his arm, "we got shit to do."

"I'm tryna get us something better to do," Russo growls.

"Ladies, have a good night," Castle tugs Russo back off the curb, "shug," he nods at you and as he dips the brim of his hat courteously, "be safe."

Foxy stands unmoving as the officers get back in the car, Russo watching her venomously as he slams his door. You sidle closer as a puff of exhaust clouds behind the cruiser. She turns to you and hands back the bag.

"Stay away from those two pigs," she says.

"Foxy? Is that your name?" You ignore her warning.

"Yeah," she stares after the car as it rolls down the road.

You give her your name as you wait for her to tear her gaze from the car. You weigh your wares, you have a few cans and got a party sized pack of chips. You could split the chocolate bar.

"Are we really friends?" You cringe at how dumb you sound. 

She blinks and finally turns to you, "huh?"

"You said I was your friend."

"Well, uh, sure, I guess…" she considers you and pokes her cheek with her tongue, "yeah, we can be friends."

"Really?"

"Yeah, I can always use more," she says breezily.

"Um, did you wanna… hang out? I got snacks."

She smiles, a small curve of her lips. Her throat tightens and she nods.

"Sure, I don't feel like being alone right now. You okay coming back to my place or… you live around here?"

"That way," you point back the way you came, "but uh, my dorm mates can be a bit… rowdy."

"Mine too but so can I," she says, "let's go to mine, that's fine."

She gestures you down the street and falls into a slow gait beside you. She puts her hands into her pockets and her teeth chatter, a fog escaping her lips. You walk in silence as your soles grinds across the salted sidewalk.

"Thanks," she mutters and clears her throat, "I know you meant well and I know I can be a bitch. So thank you for… not leaving me on the ground."

You want to ask her what happened. You want to ask if she's okay. You want to know more about her. Your first friend. You want to be able to undo whatever happened to her.

"Thank you," you say as you peek over at her, "for letting me be your friend."

📖

Your friend Foxy is cool. And strong. And she has so many friends.

You sit in the corner of her bed among a spread of open notebooks and your laptop. She sits at the top as her friend, Tweed, sits cross-legged against the wall and incessantly checks her phone.

Another girl, Flora sits on the floor with Muse, a colourful girl you admire for her dreamy words. The last, Cookie, brought a container of squares for the study session, though she doesn’t have any herself. There’s an odd sort of malaise over the group, though you’re elated for the company.

“Six is a lucky number,” Muse says as she looks up for her sketchbook, her sweater stained with charcoal.

“Is it?” Flora scoffs.

“Seven is overrated.”

“Right,” Flora crooks her lips and goes back to reading a thick volume. Her phone lights up, drawing a brief peek but she ignores it. They must all be so popular. So why then are you there?

“She’s a cynic, don’t listen to her,” Muse warns, “dry like all those boring books she reads.”

“Whatever,” Flora falls back and fan flops her legs over Muse’s lap, “you make a better cushion than a radio.”

Tweed holds her phone tight in her hands, ripping your attention from the playful row. She looks startled as Foxy watches her, her lip twitching. She leans over to whisper, “tell him to fuck off. His buddy too.”

You try to act like you don’t hear but Foxy catches your eye. She doesn’t call you out, instead sitting up and swiping Tweed’s phone.

“Fucking assholes,” she snarls, “Cookie, can I have another one of those magical chocolatey things?”

“Fox,” Tweed whispers, “he’ll be mad.”

“I don’t give a fuck,” she tucks the phone under her, “you’re with us right now. He can wait to— Oh, thanks, Cookie,” she stops herself and accepts a crumbly square. You can’t help but think it has something to do with the night you met but you don’t want to pry. You’re still the new one. Disposable.

“Can I try one?” You ask, finally plucking up the courage.

“Sure,” Cookie leans over to offer the container. She’s quiet like Tweed but she smiles at Muse when she talks. Their roommates, you think Foxy said so but you were too overwhelmed to listen.

“Fuckers,” Flora grumbles as she tosses her phone away, “men. All of them.”

You round your eyes. You wouldn’t know. You must be obvious as she glances at you and huffs.

“Consider yourself lucky if you haven’t found that out yet.”

There’s a hum of commiseration but nothing much said as the girls focus on their respective books, papers, and screens. You think about Officer Russo and his dark eyes, mysterious like and animal. But the other one, Castle, he seems nice. They just have bad luck. It’s the same tedious complaints you hear on those TV shows. All men are dogs.

“Yeah, I don’t… talk to many boys. Men.” You rub your neck, “to be honest, y’all are the first people around here not to tell me to go away.”

“Well everyone else are a bunch of assholes,” Foxy snorts.

“You said it,” Flora agrees.

“I think you’re nice,” Tweed offers.

“Thanks, you too,” you smile, “all of you.”

“Buncha weirdos you mean,” Flora chuckles, “yeah, we sure are.”

📖

“You don’t have to walk me home,” you tell Foxy, “really.”

“It’s not safe alone,” she insists as she wraps a scarf around her neck, the bluster of the winter blowing through the doors as she pushes through ahead of you, “we both know that.”

“But what about you?”

“I can handle myself,” she reaches in her pocket and edges out a shape, a canister. “one spray in the face and I’ll fuck the jerk up.”

“Oh, smart.”

“You should get some too. Buncha creeps hanging around here, you know?”

“Probably,” you agree quietly.

“No one thinks it’s gonna be them until it is. I really thought I could help Tweed–” she stops herself, shaking her head, “whatever, I couldn’t even help myself.”

You swallow, silent as your footsteps echo in the grim darkness of a moonless night.

“Did you… see anyone? A doctor?”

“I got tested,” she answers, “apparently, the guy was clean enough.”

Her acknowledgement makes your stomach sink. You knew what happened but her as good as saying it makes it so much more real. You don’t know how she’s still going.

“How–”

“Don’t ask me how,” she sighs, “I don’t know. You just keep on. Think about how you would bash his head in if you could, not about what he did.”

“I’m sorry it happened to you–”

“Don’t be. I put my nose where it didn’t belong, foot in my mouth. I got a habit of that.”

Outspoken, yes. Brave, bold, blunt. Everything you’re not. The same things you love about Foxy, she seems to hate herself for.

“You can’t blame yourself.”

“I do though.”

“I…” you almost apologise again but bite your tongue.

“Look, let’s talk about something else,” she peers around, “please.”

“Yeah, of course,” you rub your cold hands together as they tingle, “I got another test tomorrow. See if I can break my record of a fifty-four.”

“Already outdoing me,” she scoffs, “it’s a fucking joke. Picking A, B, or C isn’t gonna do shit all. What kinda experience is that?”

“Uh, I don’t know. I guess you’re right. It’s stupid–”

She stops short and you nearly tip over before she puts her arm out to save you. You follow her gaze across the street. A police cruiser, two men stood before it in the glare of blue and red. She grabs your wrist and pulls you sideways off the curb.

“Come on, I know a short cut,” she says.

“Wait–”

She hushes you as she pulls you across the road, only to step back abruptly and nearly knock you over. She gasp and grunts as he put your behind her.

“Jesus Christ,” she murmurs.

“Nice to see you again,” the deep voice rumbles and a flash comes behind you, a yellow circle of light encasing you.

“Fuck off,” Foxy squeezes your arm.

“Don’t worry, I see you got a witness with you this time,” the man says as you try to look around Foxy. 

“Something goin’ on?” A voice calls over as you turn to face the officers and their gleaming flashlight.

“Nothing, officers, just walking my friend home,” Foxy keeps her hand on you.

“You know, I didn’t peg you for such a good girl, Fox,” Russo says as he comes up next to Castle.

"Shut up. Would you do your job and get this guy to leave us alone?'

“Sup, Buck,” Russo ignores her as he greets the other man, “all done for the day?”

“Just about,” the stranger behind you answers, “you know how shit goes with girls. Say one thing wrong and they never let you live it down.”

“Lover’s quarrel,” Castle intones, “see a lot of those–”

“Whatever,” Foxy tugs on you but Castle catches your other arm, holding you in place.

“Not so fast, we’re still talking to you.”

“Sir,” you gulp as hesqueezes you tightly, “can you let me go?”

“Yeah, get your hands off her jackass.”

“Watch your mouth,” Russo steps up.

“You want me to shut her up,” the man, Buck or whatever, offers, “I got a trick or two for this one.”

“Oh ho, you like the fiesty ones, Barnes.”

“I got a way with ‘em.”

“What’s going on?” You tug on both your arms, “Foxy?”

“Let us go, you dummies,” she barks.

“Now, now, hold on, we can’t just let you two go off in the dark alone–”

“Oh shut up–”

“Watch your mouth!” Russo grabs Foxy by her chin and she clings to you tighter, “you’re about to find yourself in hot water.”

“Billy,” the third man says darkly, “let me take care of her… you and Frankie can have her friend.”

There’s a pause. You don’t understand it. What are they talking about?

“I just want to go home,” you whimper.

“We’ll take you home, shug, won’t we, Bill?” Castle says, “come on with us.”

“Foxy,” you squeal as he tries to pull you away from her.

“Fuck off!” She digs in her pocket and pulls out the canister, “fucking ratface–”

There’s a loud hiss and she screams as her arm is twisted around and she lets you go. You drops the mace and covers her eyes, shrieking in agony. You tug against Officer Castle as you try to latch on Foxy. The air stings in your eyes.

“Come here. baby,” The other man rips her out of your grasp, “why would you do something so stupid, huh? Let’s go wash those eyes out.”

“Get off–” She swings blindly and he pulls her off balance so she stumbles before scooping her up on his shoulder.

“Officers, if you hear any more trouble, I trust you’ll look the other way,” the man salutes as he strides away with Foxy beating on his back.

“Foxy!” You squeal and flail against the vice of Castle’s grip, “please, don’t let him take her–”

“You can’t get mixed up in these sorta things, mousey,” Russo grabs your reaching arm, “girls like her will only get you in trouble.” You’re hauled back to face them, “think she already has.” 

"Please," you whine, "I didn't– she didn't do anything."

"Shug, it's alright. We're the good guys. We're not gonna hurt you," Castle coaxes, "why don't you come get warmed up in the cruiser. We'll drive ya back to your place."

"I don't want to," you gulp and hear Foxy's voice fizzle, "Foxyyyy."

"God's sake, Frank, get her in the car," Russo snarls.

"She's scared, give her a moment–"

You throw your foot out and your toe bounces off Castle's shin as you spin and Russo swears. You get two steps before you're caught by your hood and wrenched back. You thrash and squirm as you stumble back, your coat slackening as a pair of arms wrap around your middle.

"Shug, I was being nice," Castle's deep timbre gristles.

"Why are you doing this?"

"It's not that bad, sweetie," Russo says as he drags you back. You writhe, boots scraping loudly on the salty ground, "just close your eyes and breathe."

"No, no, please–"

"We're just gonna take ya home," Castle says.

"Nnnnnnooo," you try to kick him again as he grabs your legs, lifting you off the ground. You wriggle between the men and whimper, "please. Help her! Help–"

A glove covers your mouth and muffles your voice. Your eyes sting as they carry you across the road and stop beside the cruiser, struggling to open the door as you squirm in their grasp. They twist you between them and angle you around, stuffing you into the back of the car. 

You cry out as you're flung roughly over the seat and the door slams behind you. You roll onto your knees and grab the handle, pulling fruitlessly as you push desperately. The officers get in the front and you throw yourself against the barrier.

"I didn't do anything–"

"You assaulted an officer," Castle growls, "my partner witnessed it himself."

"But I… didn't mean to. I'm scared–"

"Sweetie, you got nothing to be scared of yet."

Yet. Your vision goes fuzzy behind a sheen of tears.

"I'm sorry. But my friend–"

"Friend? Sluts like that don't have friends. They just do whatever gets them what they want."

"She's nice," you sniffle as you hook your fingers through the grating. You peek out the window as a streetlight reflects off the glass of the engineering building, "aren't you taking me home?"

Russo laughs and Castle elbows the barrier so you fall back with a yelp.

"Missed your chance there, shug," he sneers as his shoulders square against the seat and he looks at you in the rearview, "she's a cute one, ain't she, Bill?"

"She'll do," Russo agrees, "virgin, I'll put money on it."

Your heart stills, clenching painfully as you press yourself against the leather. They can't mean what you think. They're police. They can't do this.

"No, no, you're…"

"You're a bad girl," Russo snickers, "and it's our job to punish bad girls."

"Please," you quiver and fold your arms around yourself, "please, I… I'm not bad."

"No?" Castle says, "if you're a good girl, you'll have to prove it. Good girls listen."

Your eyes burn and spill over. You shake as you try to blot away the mess, barely able to breathe past the lump in your throat. Your heart drums loudly as your skin buzzes. This can't be real.

You remember what the girls said. They can't be right. They can't.

"Okay," you eke out, "what do I do?"

The men laugh but don't answer. The turn down the boulevard towards the gates and you slide over to the window. You peer out at the dark shapes hidden in the dreary night.

They drive and drive. You watch helpless from the cab, the inevitable, the inescapable growing closer and closer. They turn off into an empty lot, cracked tarmac framed with heaps of plowed snow, enclosed from the view of passing traffic. Your insides crawl as the engine rolls over and quiets.

"It's not too late," you croak as you hit the grate with your palms, "you can take me home. You don't have to do this–"

Russo unbuckles the seatbelt and reaches for his door, your pleas unheard. Castle catches his arm before he can get out.

"Where're you goin'?"

A scoff is the only answer he gets.

"I found her."

"So what?"

"You don't just get to call first go."

"Dibs," Russo tries to shake him off.

"Flip a coin," Castle grabs him by the collar.

"Ha," Russo leans and reaches in his jacket pocket, "that Maria is sure one lucky woman, hey? You're such a romantic, Frankie boy."

"Shut up."

Russo takes out a nickel and shows it to the other man. Frank snatches it and you collapse back against the seat. This isn't real. You pull your knees up and crawl across the leather, yanking on the handle as you hammer with your other fist.

"Call it," Castle demands.

"Tails."

He flicks the coin, the subtle metallic ting off his fingernail as it glimmers in the dark. He slaps his hand down as you drag a palm down the window. There's a low snort and a groan from the front.

"Heads," Castle proclaims, "and a whole five cents to boot."

Russo clucks and bends his arm against the door. Castle's belt recoils as he opens his side and steps out as the snow and gravel mulches under his boots. You back away and go to the other end of the seat, again pulling desperately at the plastic handle.

"You should be happy," Russo taunts as the door opens at your feet, "he's the nice one."

Large hands wrap around your ankles and pull you back. You whine and claw at the seat, fingers squeaking on the leather. Castle climbs between your legs, forcing a knee between them as his hands travel up to your thighs. You wiggle and slap behind you as you try to get him away.

“Come on, sugar, I don’t wanna hurt ya, calm down,” he grabs your shoulders and pushes your chest to the seat as he leans his weight on you. “Take a breath.”

“Please. Pl-please. Pleeaassssse,” you babble, “please, I don’t—”

“Ah, louder, baby,” Russo chimes, “god, I love it when they beg. ‘Oh, Frankie, please fuck me. I want your thick cock in my tight cunt.’”

You bat your lashes as tears stream out and you hiccup through the sobs. Your fingers curl into the seams of the seat as you’re pinned by the heavy man above you. He keeps a hand on your shoulder as his other walks down the back of your parka, pushing the bottom up slowly.

You heave and turn your face down as Russo’s shadow looms through the barrier. He’s watching, you know it. You reach up, dragging the tips of your nails down the door weakly. It’s over. You’re stuck, there’s no getting out of this. No one to save you, no one to stop them. They are the ones who are supposed to do that.

“That’s it,” Castle breathes, “just relax, sugar, just relax,” he spreads his hands over the back of your jeans, kneading you through the denim, “mmm, you like that?”

You shudder and let out a quaking sob. You clutch your hands tight and pull them down, burying your head beneath your arms. He follows the waist of your jeans around front as he leans over you, fumbling with the button as you shake in horror. He flicks it open and dips his hand down your pants, the zipper splitting as his intrusion.

He pokes his fingers along your cunt and rubs you through your cotton panties. His breath puffs beside your head, tickling your ear as hooks his arm around your neck. You swallow and suck in air, holding it in until you can’t. He continues to play with you through the fabric, the friction hot and painful.

“Sugar, it’s okay, I’ll treat ya nice,” he rasps, “remember how nice I am. Gave ya my coat.”

You choke on your terror and he hushes you. Your arms drape limps over the seat as his weight robs you of your strength. He lifts you slightly with the arm at your throat and slides his hand out of your pants. He flips you over suddenly, dropping you harshly on the seat as you shield yourself.

He pulls down the tab of your zipper, undoing your park as you lay rigid. He pushes apart the downy coat and cups your chest through your hoodie. He groans as he gropes you, bouncing your tits in your bra as the strap slips on your shoulder.

“You’re such a pretty girl,” he drawls, “so pretty.” 

His hands trail down your stomach and his rough fingertips tickle above your jeans. He lifts your legs and leans them against his torso as he kneels on the seat. He yanks the denim down your ass and guides it past your thighs. You whimper and twitch as he bears your skin to the cold air drifting in around him. He tugs down your panties in quick succession, rolling them down to tangle against your jeans.

He curls his arm around your legs, holding them snug against him as he feels down his crotch. He shifts and growls as he struggles to undo his belt. The jangle of the metal and leather freezes your blood. You turn your face away and gulp as you squeeze shut your eyes.

He touches you again, rubbing your cunt gruffly. You cry out and sink your nails into the leather. 

“I bet I’m right, Frank,” Russo sneers, “hey, sweetie, you ever been fucked before? I’m not gonna ask if you had a real man before cause we know the answer to that.”

“Bill,” Castle growls.

“Tell me, baby, is Frankie gonna stretch that tight hole for the first time?”

“Stop,” you croak, “stop. I can’t–”

“Dammit, Bill,” Castle shoves a finger against your entrance and you yelp.

“What? Don’t act like a saint, cause we both know you’re not. Come on, Frank, I want you to punish her. You always were good at that.”

You push your head back as Castle forces his finger into you, the thick digit burning you from the inside. He pulls in and out, in and out, until you're squirming and mewling, desperate for him to stop. He adds as second and you squeal. A third and you holler, stretched past your limit.

“Fuck, she is tight,” Castle whispers as he rocks his hand, “Bill, why don’t you have some fun with her mouth.”

“You gonna share already?” Russo hits the barrier in excitement, “hot damn, how can I turn that down?”

You flinch as the driver’s door swing open and snaps shut. The door above your head is pulled back and another set of knees settle on the seat. Frank lifts your ass off the leather as he drags his fingers out of you. He feels around and suddenly a warm, bulbous shapes is against your folds, flicking between them, from clit to entrance, and back again.

“Now, sweetie, I know how you girls think,” Russo tisks, and reaches to his belt, “so let’s keep those teeth to ourselves.”

He reveals a blank shape and a zap cracks from its metal teeth. You murmur and he chuckles as he opens his fly. You shut your eyes again but can’t block out the world closing in on you. The seat dips by your head and firm flesh touches your lips.

“Open up, sweetie,” he urges.

You seal your lips and large hand frames your chin. Castle squeezes until you gasp, “sugar, you be a good girl and listen.”

You open your mouth and it's filled at once. The prodding at the back of your throat has you arching your back and gagging. Castle retracts his hand as Russo wraps his long fingers around your neck and tilts his hips, urging deeper and deeper.

Castle continues his steady poking along your cunt, pressing to your entrance as he lets out a sandy snarl. Your walls clench as he enters you, just his tip as you fight his invasion. He presses his wide thumb to your clit and rolls it.

“Come on, sugar, get wet for me. It’ll be–” he jerks his hips, managing another inch, “easier.”

You choke as Russo shoves himself down your throat. Your hand flies up and bounces off his coat sleeve as he hovers the taser above you again and hits the button. The loud crackle startles you back to complacency.

Russo rocks slowly, fucking your mouth as he grips your neck tighter with each thrust. Castle dips into your cunt, gritting out a breath as his thumb swirls around your tender bud. He finally gets to his limit, a fullness swelling agonizingly in your pelvis. He hisses and slowly eases out to his tip.

“Come on, Frank, I’m gonna finish in her mouth by the time you get going,” Russo snickers.

“You’ll get your turn,” Castle huffs and bucks his hips. You gurgle around Russo and contort between them, “fuck, she’s worth the wait. Good thing I’ll get her nice and loose for you.”

“Mouth isn’t too bad,” Russo strokes your throat with his thumb as he feels his bulge inside, “fuck, I really had my doubts about this one but I’ll say it, I was wrong.”

“Fuck, she’s good,” Frank plays with your clit as you tremble and moan, ashamed at the brewing heat in your core, “aw, baby, don’t cry, ain’t that good? I feel ya gettin’ wet. Yeah, that’s good.”

You sniffle and gulp, Frank’s other hand delving beneath your hoodie and slipping up to your chest once more. He kneads you as he speeds up, your bones thrum and your muscles wind tight. The horror erupts and overflows as you succumb to it, senseless and battered between them.

Foxy tried to warn you. The others too. You should’ve listened. 

[lambtotheslaughterr]

COMING SOON

Currently in the middle of writing the Lloyd Hansen mini series The Agenda Today, & will soon be posting another Rafe Camerin mini series When The Bough Breaks. That being said though, I always have a constantly evolving WiP list. So, without further ado, here is a glimpse at a Universe series I will begin posting once TAT & WTBB finish.

Let me know what you think!

[ALL OF THE FOLLOWING WILL INCLUDE THEMES OF NON-CON/DUB-CON, MENTAL-EMOTIONAL-PHYSICAL ABUSE, ETC. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. 18+. READ AT YOUR DISCRETION. MDNFI.]

THE DAY THE WORLD ENDED : AN APOCALYPTIC UNIVERSE

featuring Rafe Cameron, Ransom Drysdale, & Billy Russo

PART ONE : THE BEGINNING w/ Rafe Cameron

1.] RISE - Having finished her third year of college, reader & her friends are excited for an early summer camping trip deep in the woods. However, little do they know, the world they left will never again be the world they return to...

PART TWO : THE MIDST w/ Ransome Drysdale

2.] SUMMIT - Having been raised under a doomsday prepper her whole life, reader is fit for a vastly disintegrated world. It's been a year since the last time she saw another human, & the next one that crosses her path will test her survival skills...

PART THREE : THE CLOSING w/ Billy Russo

3.] FALL - Five years since the world ended. Five years since reader has become the reluctant leader of survivors in the city. Five years, mostly everything has run smoothly. That is until an opposing force wants to take over the world reader has built so carefully...

This is going to be my first Universe wide series. I imagine each part will be 10-20 chapters. There is not set release date until I finish my current Lloyd Hansen & Rafe Cameron mini series.

Until then, talk to me. Are you looking forward to the apocalyptic universe? Which part are most intrigued by? I want to know.

oona<3

[billyrussohaven]

Into My Web

Chapter 16

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.

“Can I have a drink? I feel like I’ll need a drink,” you asked Billy with a little blush. As excited as you were about the whole thing it made you a bit shy and nervous too. Billy on the other hand seemed cool as a cat.

"You can have one drink. Don't need you gettin' drunk for your first threesome. Want you to remember it," he smirked wryly. He was getting a kick out of your nerves, he couldn't lie. But he couldn't wait until you were experiencing it to see how you'd react then.

You stood up and poured yourself a tall glass of the same wine you adored so much at Frank’s and flopped back down on the couch next to him. Your glass was ridiculously full but you shrugged at his amused look.

“What? You said one drink. One drink,” you answered to his amused look and pointing to the wine glass in your hand. You didn’t want to get drunk anyway, you just needed a bit of liquid courage to untense. You took a long sip of it before opening up the conversation.

“Okay. What’s your rules? Anything I can or can’t do specifically or…” you asked trailing off, unsure how he expected you to behave or do or anything.

He wrapped an arm around you as he thought about it for a moment.

"Just be good. I want you to have fun, see what you like or don't like. Only real rule is to do what I say," he shrugged. He didn't want to impose too many rules on you, he didn't want to suck the fun out of the whole thing. As long as you obeyed him, it was good.

It sounded simple enough and you were also relieved to hear you could be curious and go with the flow.

“Bedroom or…” you asked, the thought of having her in his bed made you grip the wine glass a little tighter but you took a deep breath and kept your cool. No need to get worked up on the little details.

"Bedroom. Beds big enough and it'll be easier, more comfortable," he replied as he toyed with your hair. He had a feeling it wasn't the answer you wanted to hear, as always taking in every little change in your behaviour and body. But he knew it would be better for everyone involved. Threesomes could be tricky anyway, comfort was key. And maybe he also just enjoyed pushing your buttons. You took another long sip of your drink to hide the little annoyance on your face and you shrugged it off. It was just a bed and it wasn’t like she’d ever be around it again. You gave him a small smirk and wondered if there was anything else to talk about, you couldn’t think of anything so you shrugged slightly.

"Alright, I'll head out. Find our friend for the night," he smirked as he stood up, leaning down to place a kiss to the top of your head.

"Make sure you behave yourself. You'll be locked in but if you somehow manage to get out, you know I'll find you," he warned with a wide smile as he grabbed his leather jacket. He had a feeling you wouldn't run though. Not tonight at least knowing what was coming.

You grabbed the front of his shirt pulling him toward you before he could walk away.

“Can I have a kiss before you go?” you asked, leaning forward and biting your lower lip suggestively. You bat your eyelashes at him for added effect and untangled your hand from his shirt.

He grinned, grabbing your jaw firmly as he captured your lips in a dirty kiss. When he broke away, he smirked, placing one last kiss to your lips before he moved away.

"I'll be back soon," he said with a sly smile, moving to the front door.

The silence inside the house was deafening. You wondered how long it'd take him to go and find your partner for the night. You sipped your drink and tapped a finger on the armrest nervously.

"Fuck it," you said out loud and got up to go to his personal bar. You took a mini swing of whisky and shuddered at the burning taste. You walked to the stereo and pressed play on whatever was playing last. You needed to change your mind and untense or the evening was gonna suck. You took another sip of wine and closed your eyes. You focused on the music and moved your hips to the rhythm. You knew these songs, Billy often played them and you liked them quite a lot too. You turned the music a bit louder and danced until you heard the front door open. By then, you were in good spirits, having a good time and all the tension had left your body. You turned to the front door and gave Billy a sly smirk as you danced for him.

He tilted his head as he watched you, really not expecting to come home to this scene. His dark eyes were glued to you, soaking in the way your body moved to the music. For a moment he forgot about the girl with him until he smelt her arousal at watching you dance this way. He hadn't been gone too long but he'd been pretty picky about the girl he chose for you. She was a redhead, which honestly was for his sake more than anything, but he'd picked a girl that reminded him a lot of you. He'd compelled her to do what he told her, to let him feed from her and most importantly, to enjoy herself. He didn't need the night being ruined by her not being into it and killing your vibe. He wanted you to have a good time.

Your gaze switched to the beauty next to him and you grinned. She was perfect. Hot but not too ridiculously hot to make you feel like a lesser woman either. She had a kind and welcoming face and curves not unlike yours. She gave you a bashful smile and you reached out for them to join your little dance floor. You weren't drunk, you were just focusing on the good and fun parts of the evening, that one glass of wine did wonders on your nerves.

"Look what the cat dragged in," you said, when they were a few feet away. You reached for Billy first and welcomed him back home with a dirty kiss, moving your hips against his to the music. He groaned as he kissed you back deeply. He was enjoying seeing this carefree side of you. He could taste and smell the whiskey on you but he decided to let it go since you were nervous and it'd just kill the mood to punish you for it. You weren't the only one who wanted this threesome. Billy was thrumming with excitement for the whole thing. You took a peek around Billy's arm and saw her dance against Billy's back. You gave her a timid smile that she gave back with a wink. You kept dancing with Billy and her but all your attention was on her for now, like a cat studying her prey. She looked back at you with the same curiosity that pulled you toward each other.

"Have you done this before?" You asked her. She shook her head with a sheepish smile moving closer to you. Her answer surprised and pleased you. You wondered if Billy picked her because of that, so maybe you would feel more comfortable. You gave Billy another smirk biting your lower lip and reached to take her soft delicate hand in yours. You slid around Billy to be the one in the middle with him at your back and her in front of you. Your heart was hammering in your chest as you took every inch of her in.

Billy ran his nose along your neck, savoring how fast your pulse was going. His hands gripped at your hips as he rubbed his already hard cock against your ass, letting you take the reins. He'd take the back seat for now as you let your curiosity guide you. You moaned and pushed back against his length. You raised your hands to her chest and slid her jacket off her shoulders slowly. She was wearing a long-sleeved little black dress and the first thing you thought was if Billy would let you keep it.

"I like your dress a lot," you said, running your fingertips on the fabric plunging down in a v shape between her breasts. You trailed your fingertips over the mount of her breasts and licked your lips absentmindedly thinking how warm and soft she was. You turned your head to Billy and gave him a little smirk. You were almost shaking with anticipation and ready to move to the bedroom but he was the master here so you stayed put.

"Let's take this upstairs," he smirked, nipping at your neck before he led both you and the girl he couldn't remember the name of upstairs to the bedroom. His whole body was practically vibrating with excitement about what was to come and so far, you seemed to feel the same which only made him more excited. You were holding her hand when you all entered the bedroom. You led her closer to the bed and closed the distance between you two. You slid the straps of your dress off your shoulders and it fell in a pool at your feet. You helped her out of her dress and you ran your hands on her soft skin, taking in how gorgeous she was in her underwear like you.

Billy was leaning against the dresser as he watched you both with rapt attention. Two seemingly sweet girls enjoying each other's company. It had him rock hard and aching and he bit his lower lip, his eyes taking in the both of you now you were both nearly naked.

You turned your head to look at Billy timidly but with a smirk, feeling her lips on your cheek. You moved your head back slowly and your lips met hers. Your hands caressed the side of her face as you tentatively kissed her soft lips. You licked her lower lip and she kissed you back languidly. You moaned into the kiss and she pressed you closer to her warm body. You kissed and finished undressing each other. She pushed you back on the bed so you were sitting on the edge and she knelt in front of you. You looked up at Billy a bit unsure as she opened your legs wide open and dived right in. You moaned loudly, feeling her small tongue lapping at your clit as you brushed her soft copper hair back. You closed your eyes with your head hanging back and hummed pleasingly. You leaned back on one hand and kept the other in her hair. You opened your eyes feeling an intense jolt of pleasure and locked eyes with Billy watching you both with dark intense eyes. They had a predatory glint to them as he looked at the pair of you, desire running rampant through him. You moaned loudly and wanted to touch him badly.

"Help me undress this one?" You asked looking down at her, she grinned and you gave Billy a wicked smirk. You both stood up and ran your hands over his body pulling his shirt off and kissed his chest and back greedily with giggles. He moaned, thoroughly enjoying being the centre of attention, as always. She moved behind him and ran her hands down his torso to his jeans where you knelt down in front of him working on his belt and jeans. She helped you slide his jeans and boxers down his long legs leaving him gloriously naked between you both. He felt oddly relaxed yet ridiculously aroused all at the same time. He glanced down at you with a wicked smirk, stroking your hair softly. You were doing really well so far and it was turning him on how unabashed you were about all of this, how curious you were to explore your new friend. You stood up and crawled on the bed with her next to you. You looked at her and you both giggled like you were up to no good. Billy smirked, slowly fisting himself as he approached the bed casually. 

It surprised you how comfortable you were so far with her around. You were curious and you especially loved how Billy seemed to enjoy the two of you together. You moved so she'd be in the middle and you laid on your side next to her. Billy lay on the other side, head propped up on his hand as he shot you an amused grin. His fingers traced patterns absentmindedly on the girl's stomach but his eyes were glued to you.

You ran one hand over her breasts and kissed her shoulder trailing kisses down to her breast. You kissed and took her nipple inside your mouth enjoying the sounds she made. Billy's dick twitched at the sight and sounds and he moved to kneel between the girl's legs as he watched you lavish her breasts with attention. He parted her thighs before diving right in, devouring her with his mouth as she squirmed and gasped. He hummed against her, enjoying how she tasted. You tasted better but he was still loving it as he fucked her with his tongue. You curiously looked as he ate her, never been able to see it before obviously. It turned you on to see his lips and tongue work around her pussy. You loved how she moaned and you wanted to touch her too. You tentatively ran two fingers between her legs, down her folds where his lips were and he looked up at you.

"Can I help?" You asked with a little timid grin.

He moved away from the girl's pussy, licking his lips as he quirked a brow.

"Be my guest, kitten," he smirked, his voice low and rough from his arousal. His eyes had already changed to red but his fangs were still away.

You bit your lower lip meeting his dark red eyes, rubbed your fingers up and down her folds enjoying how she squirmed at the touch. You moved down on the bed next to Billy so you could have a better view and reach. You didn't want to take her from him just yet. You wanted to try her for yourself but you wanted to watch and learn for now.

"You can keep going, please. I won't be in your way. I'd just like to watch you before I try," you said to Billy with a naughty yet bashful grin biting your lower lip hard. He bit his lip to stifle a groan at your words as he went back to licking and sucking on the girl's clit as she moaned.

You opened her legs wider with your free hand and slid a finger inside her pussy leaving her wide open for Billy to devour. She was so warm and wet like liquid silk, you groaned a bit enjoying the feeling of her around your finger. You made sure to be out of Billy's way as you fingered her at a slow pace and brushed Billy's hair back with your free hand. He was really enjoying the both of you pleasuring the girl, soaking in her sweet little noises from the feelings you were both giving her.

"How do I do the thing I love when you finger me? I'm not entirely sure where.." You trailed off moving your finger around like you were looking for a lightswitch or something. Surely he could fit a finger in with your small one? 

He chuckled as he moved away a little, sliding a finger inside of her against yours, making her gasp softly. 

"Curl your fingers here, like this," he murmured as he felt that sweet spot instantly, the girl letting out a loud moan as he did. He didn't want to take over since you had plans for her so he slipped his finger back out, eyes on your finger inside of her in curiosity and arousal. You mimicked his movements on the spot he found for you and you felt a slight difference of texture but you were amazed he could find it so fast. Probably with a lot of practice. It was an instant reaction from her as she buckled up off the mattress in moans. Your eyebrows shot upwards and you looked at Billy with a surprised smirk. She was much more vocal and quick to respond to your touch than Billy was but maybe it was a female thing because you reacted like her a lot too. Billy was really getting a kick out of watching you with another girl. The way you were so new to this and exploring her curiously. 

After a few minutes of you two pleasuring her, you slowly pulled Billy’s head back by his hair in a pleasurable way. He groaned and glanced at you with a quirked brow.

“My turn,” you said excitingly, making a sly grin creep onto his lips. You leaned down and kissed him while running your hand some more in his hair. You pulled your finger off her as you scooted over and took his place between her legs. She looked down at you panting, her pretty cheeks all blushed and you moaned seeing the state of her. You gave her wet folds a tentative lick and looked up at Billy watching you with something like pride in his eyes and it pleased you immensely. You gave her small kitten licks and studied how she reacted to certain things you did. You could taste both her and Billy as you gave her cunt open-mouthed kisses. You slid a finger in then a second one inside her and wondered if you'd be able to make her come.

Billy was really enjoying watching you pleasure the girl but he was done with just watching and not doing. He moved behind you, his hands palming your ass roughly as he admired it, manoeuvring you so your ass was in the air with your legs spread open for him. He leaned down and started fucking your soaked hole with his tongue greedily, moaning as the taste of you exploded on his tongue. You gasped and let out a loud moan at him pleasing you this new way. Your brain stopped processing thoughts for a few and you forgot about the other girl squirming under you. You went back to pleasing her, only this time a little less focused, sloppily. He went at you harder and faster, the sound of your moans mixed with the other girl's sending him into a frenzy. He fed off the pleasure in the room and fisted himself a little to ease the aching in his cock. 

You felt the girl clamp down around your fingers and she came loudly. Her pleasure seemed to call your own, the tale tell tingly feeling growing inside you. You helped her through her high and carefully removed your fingers from her. You rested your head on her lower belly now able to fully focus on your own climax building up fast. You closed your small fists around the bedsheets and you pushed back on his face coming with a loud gasp. He almost came when you did, having to stop touching himself as he eased you through it with his tongue and didn't waste a drop of your cum. He wondered if you'd enjoyed making the other girl cum too. After a long lick, he moved away and lay down, anticipation reaching its peak at where things would soon be going. He couldn't wait.

You whined at the loss of his tongue inside you, missing his touch already. You moved up and flopped down on your back next to Billy and her with a lazy smile. You looked at his handsome face, his lips wet with your juices. You leaned over to kiss him and groaned, tasting both you and her on his lips. 

"Can we play all night? There’s just so much I wanna do to you two," you purred above his lips, your voice thick with arousal and neediness. He grinned, taking your lower lip between his teeth and tugging on it a little. He felt a little drunk from his desire and no release but he was waiting for the big finale before he came. 

"Can play as long as you want, kitten," he drawled against your lips, his hands roaming your skin everywhere he could touch as a primal desire for him ripped through you.

"Headboard, now" you said to Billy with a sudden uncharastically dominance that took you off guard. You felt a flicker of fear at the startling realisation and you froze like a deer in headlights. You didn't understand what happened or why you'd give an order to him of all persons. You opened your mouth as if you wanted to apologize, talk or maybe even whimper, you didn’t really know. Billy's eyebrows shot up, not expecting you to act that way but he'd be a liar if he said it didn't make his dick twitch. 

“Please? Sir?” you added submissively this time, a little hesitant and timid at the tone you had used. He chuckled darkly, not even mad about you trying to order him around. How could he be when you were so adorable? He did as you requested, moving to sit against the headboard.

You crawled to his lap and looked up at him as you stroked his painfully hard cock, making him let out a dirty moan at finally feeling some fiction. You kissed him languidly and slowly, moaning into the kiss. You felt the other girl roll over and move next to you to lavish him with attention too. You scooted over and gave the head of his cock a wet kiss. You saw her lick the side of his cock and you stopped stroking it to lick and suck on it instead with her help. His head fell back, hitting the wall with a dull thud as he groaned, a hand in each of your hairs. He couldn't get enough out of all the attention you were both giving him. You both kissed, licked and sucked his dick together like a shared lollipop. Sometimes your tongue and your lips would find hers and you'd indulge in a bit of kissing before going back to sharing him. Billy just sat there and took it. Moaning and arching up a little as he felt his pleasure increasing almost painfully. The louder Billy moaned, the more you and her wrestled for his dick, both wanting to be the one to make him come.

You stopped fighting her and sat back on your heels glaring at her sucking him hungrily. A curious and dark urge filled your mind and you bit your lip, smirking wickedly. The thoughts had you feel something like arousal, like desire. You gripped her hair roughly and pushed her head down. You felt an overwhelming satisfaction at seeing her choke over his dick and you kept her head there for a few more seconds as she started to whimper. Billy's eyes almost rolled back as he gasped, lewd moans spewing from his lips at the feeling and he tried his hardest to not just cum down the girl's pretty little throat. 

You yanked her head back off his dick and chuckled darkly at her face.

"Oh? I'm sorry! For a second there I thought you weren't grateful to have his cock down your throat!" You said to her mockingly, enjoying controlling and dominating her. You considered letting go of her hair, your head tilted to one side with a little pout as she coughed and gasped. Billy's eyes widened, lips parting as he looked from you to the girl. He had no idea what the hell had gotten into you but he fucking loved it. You looked up at Billy for his thoughts like you were asking him about the weather and not about you forcing his dick down the girl's windpipe. You were about to open your mouth to spit more venom at her but Billy's stern voice stopped you.

"Now, now, kitten. Be nice. Don't wanna break her before we get to the… big finish," he smirked devilishly, red eyes glinting with arousal and hunger as they darted from you to the girl. His darkness seemed to swirled around you and you smiled, letting go of her hair. He had reminded you what was coming for her in the end and it soothed your possessiveness and bitter jealousy for the girl. You laid down on your back next to him and invited him between your legs by spreading them wide open, caressing your inner thighs. Billy eyes trailed over your body hungrily, his need only stronger since you showed him a peek of your darkness. He hadn't thought you had it in you. A flicker of vicious anger hit you as she took the invite for herself and crawled on top of you. You kissed her back lazily as you kept your attention on Billy appearing behind her.

One hand stroked your leg as the other smoothed up the girl's back softly. He was done waiting now, he was sure his dick might fall off at any second if he didn't get some release. He roughly pushed into the girl with a loud dirty moan, feeling relief sweep through his body at the sensation. The girl whined and moaned, arching back at him and rubbing herself against you at the same time. You were instantly jealous of her, how he picked to fuck her first when your own pussy was not even 3 inches from her. You kept your mouth shut for Billy’s sake, this whole thing was for him after all. It has pleased you, it was great to try new things and new ways to please him too but you were just about done having her around. 

Billy grabbed her hips and started pounding into her harshly. Finally feeling friction made him desperate for his climax and his moans bounced off the walls, mixing with hers as he fucked her senseless. His eyes locked onto yours over the girl's shoulder and he gave you a devilish smirk. There was no way in hell she was gonna be the one to get his cum inside her, no way. You looked at Billy with an evil wicked look in your eyes.

"Tell me, did you compel her to let you feed on her?" You asked curiously, running your hands on her shoulders and neck over you. He slowed down his savage pace with the girl but didn't stop and she whined as she pushed back at him.

"Of course I did. Didn't need her cryin' about it and ruinin' the night," he smirked, giving the girl a particularly harsh thrust that made a keening moan leave her lips. He'd compelled the girl to be a docile little lamb and she'd been a good girl. He'd enjoyed her company. It was almost a shame how the night would end for her. Almost.

"Meh...Shame. I'd have loved to see her frightened little hysterical face," you said almost snarling the last word. Billy couldn't help the dark chuckle at your words. Your blatant jealousy amused him but he was enjoying seeing this darker side of you. You gripped at her hair painfully tight and yanked her head to the side, offering her pearly white neck to him mercilessly. Billy's mouth watered as his eyes darted from her very appealing neck to your face, brows raising at how different you were being.

"I think it's time for a midnight snack, sir." You said, already enjoying seeing him snarl behind her. You were so done, her use had officially expired and the coup de grace of the night was coming.

He groaned, your darkness making the beast inside of him purr as he sunk his fangs into the girl's neck. He started drinking from her greedily, her blood making a wave of pure euphoria wash over him and heighten the pleasure he was feeling as he still thrust into her. He could hear her heart rate slow down quickly as he drank her blood fervently, savoring the taste of her. He kept going until her heart stopped, until there was nothing left. He pulled out of her and carelessly shoved her off you. He did it so roughly that her lifeless body rolled off the bed and hit the floor with a thud but he paid it no mind. 

You looked back at him kneeling in the middle of the bed and you felt nothing but adoration for him. He was licking his bloody lips clean with a satisfied smug smirk. Although you just saw him feed, drain a girl of all her blood and shrug her off the bed like a lifeless doll, you wanted him. You gave him a wicked smile and he pounced on you, the blood in his system setting him ablaze with feral need as he pushed into you with a loud groan. He forced his fangs to retract so he could kiss you without worrying he'd cut you. His tongue dominated your mouth as he rut into you like a man possessed. You moaned loudly into the hungry and rough kiss. Your hands were all over his body as you caressed and gripped every inch of him. You felt drunk on him, you needed him like you needed air.

“Yes, please. Take me, I’m yours,” you whispered, opening up wider and meeting his thrusts hard.

He rested his forehead on yours as he fucked you, his hand winding around your throat but only applying a small amount of pressure.

"My sweet kitty," he murmured between moans, sounding drunk almost as he lost himself in his haze of pure ecstasy. 

You nodded quickly, looking up into his dark red eyes making soft little moans and gasps over and over. You were so close to a second orgasm your legs shook from the intense build up.

"Such a good girl," he moaned, feeling his release creeping up on him. His pace got harder and faster as he chased it desperately, a hand snaking between you to rub your clit to bring you over the edge first. Your nails dug in the skin of his back as you arched up into him. You let a series of moans so loud it hurt your throat, you came like you were falling down a never ending cliff of pleasure. You felt tears of joy leave the corners of your eyes to disappear in your hair.

He gasped, his whole body tensing up before he let out a guttural moan and he came blindingly hard, spilling himself inside of you. He was sure he'd never cum that hard in his life before and his brain stopped working for a whole minute. You looked up at him with pure adoration. You didn't see him as a monster anymore, his red eyes, his fangs, his thirst for blood, it was all part of him. He was your master, your lover, your everything and pleasing him pleased you greatly. Tears left your eyes as he showered you with attention and praises. He looked ecstatic at the night you planned and gave him. You lived for this. You'd bury twenty other girls if it meant making him this happy and proud with you.

He nuzzled your neck, practically purring as he felt calm and sated and very satisfied. You didn't yet go off him just yet, you wanted to be in his arms like this forever, watching him cum and ride the pleasure you gave him.

He pulled out of you, moving to lay beside you as he turned your face to his. He gave you a lazy grin, feeling more than pleased with you and how the night had gone. You'd surprised him a few times and he was starting to wonder if he was rubbing off on you. It amused him.

"You did good, kitten. I'm proud of you," he murmured with a sweet smile, his fingers sliding up your side softly, his fingertips just kissing your skin. You felt your beaming smile fall slightly, remembering how you didn't follow his order earlier that evening. You felt guilty and unworthy of all his praises suddenly.

"I, uh," you said, licking your lips nervously. You could hide it and never mention it but the thought of not coming clean with it made your skin crawl. He glanced at you curiously, hearing your heart beat change and he raised a brow expectantly for you to continue.

"I-I...I misbehaved earlier," you said without explanation. You looked at him from the corner of our eye wondering if you were about to ruin the night.

"You did?" He asked, confused, wondering how he missed something like that.

"I had a sip of whiskey to calm my nerves when you were gone and you had told me to only get one glass," you said, hanging your head down in shame. Billy suppressed a snort, realisation dawning on him. He thought you were talking about something a lot worse.

"I didn't do it to upset you. I did it because I wanted to calm down, to make sure you’d have a great time like I wanted you to and like you did." You added, brushing a fingertip over his skin.

"Will you forgive me?" You asked him looking up with pleading eyes. He made a show of looking like he was thinking it through. He'd already decided not to punish you for that earlier and he'd already known since he'd tasted it and smelt it on you. But it was only a sip and he knew you were nervous so he'd decided to let it go. And right now he was feeling pretty generous after the night he'd had. He didn't much feel like punishing you.

"I will, but don't do it again, okay?" He asked with a firm look, his fingers tracing circles on your hip.

You nodded and hummed in approval, turning over on your belly.

"Maybe just one smack to make sure?" You proposed biting a finger trying to hold off a giggle at the thought of it. It had been forever since he slapped your ass and it had been an interesting experience. He snorted as he raised a brow, amused at how you wanted to be spanked. His hand palmed one of your ass cheeks as he lay there feeling completely serene. He gave it a quick but harsh smack, a lazy smirk toying on his lips. You moaned and a soft gasp left your lips as you rubbed your hips on the mattress. You bit your lower lip and hummed at the purring pleasure waking up once more. You crawled on top of him and gave him a smirk.

"How about another quick one before I go bury our friend?"

A hand reached up and gripped your jaw, pulling you down for a deep kiss.

"Nope," he drawled against your lips with a devilish smirk.

"You're gettin' greedy. Now go clean up the mess," he grinned wickedly. Just because he was in a particularly good mood didn't mean he'd let you forget your place. Your demeanor had changed so much with him in such a short space of time, and while he was enjoying these new sides to you, there was such a thing as you getting too comfortable with him. He wasn't going to let that happen. You were his pet, not his equal. He wasn't going to reinforce behaviour that would make you more demanding.

[becauseicantthinkwritings]

Angel of Small Death

Part 6 of my Halloween mini Series!

Dark Priest!Billy Russo, Dark Priest!Matt Murdock, Dark!Frank Castle

Warnings: Blasphemy, horror, fear, kissing, a quick implication of dub-con.

A/N: @ittybxttykxttytxtty hehe

The thunder comes before the rain that evening, dark clouds and loud skies and not a drop of rain until night falls.

It’s pouring, and you’re too cold to risk the rain to go to the church, so you stay indoors, and you try to read by flickering candlelight until the scripture gives you a headache.

Sleep is troublesome, the roaring of the storm overhead disturbs your peace, and when the lightning strikes, you sit upright in bed. Heart pounding, terror in your veins, you decide to risk the rain, covering your body with extra layers to ensure that you can at least make it to the church a little dry.

It helps some, the base of your dress and the top of your head still gets wet, but the rest of you goes untouched by the rain.

The church is dark, all the candles have gone out, and you have to feel your way to a nearby lamp, striking a match to light it.

You sit in the second pew as usual, bringing your knees up to your chest and looking up at the crucifix at the altar.

Even though you’re in your safe space, it doesn’t help your anxiety like it usually does, and you close your eyes, begging God for an ease in your trepidation.

The only response you get is a flash of lightning, followed by booming thunder.

Something cold drips onto your shoulder, and you open your eyes in surprise. Touching the spot, you look up at the ceiling in surprise. You wait a moment, and nothing else falls.

There was probably another leak in the attic, you wipe your hands on your dress, sitting up and grabbing your lamp with purpose.

Maybe it was something small that you could handle until the rain stopped, and you’re happy for the welcome distraction, knowing exactly what to do since you’d seen Frank do it before.

You make your way up to the balcony seats on the second level, finding the wooden stick that’s there, but stopping in surprise when you find that the steps are already down.

Maybe someone had forgotten to put them back in their original position, and you shrug, grabbing your lamp and taking your time to climb the steps while holding your lamp and the edge of your gown, avoiding the nails sticking out.

It’s not easy, and the rain is louder up here, pelting onto the roof in an almost deafening rush.

You don’t even know where to begin, going to the post that was shifted last time, finding it nailed securely into place, most definitely done by Frank the morning after.

You walk around large shrouded objects, looking around, taking a deep breath when you begin to feel like you’re not entirely alone up here.

It makes your limbs feel heavy, each step is difficult with the pressing weight of being observed, as if you can just look over your shoulder and find someone standing right behind you.

You realise this was a mistake, coming up here to search for a leak, you should have gotten someone to help you, maybe risked the rain to get Frank.

Turning, you pause when it takes you a moment to remember which way to go in the darkness.

Picking a path, you begin walking, yelping in fright when lightning flashes, illuminating the entire space. You identify a circular window where the light came in, one that you can see from the front of the church but never really paid attention to.

You squeeze your eyes shut, flinching when the thunder comes next, a booming explosion that makes you regret leaving the safety of the pew.

Determined to leave, you continue walking, pausing when you notice a human-like figure standing in the far reaches of your light.

Fear freezes itself into your limbs, and you take a step forward cautiously.

It’s almost definitely a person, their back facing you, dressed in a white sleep tunic that men usually wear.

“Hello?” You say, calling out, swallowing nervously as the figure turns their head.

“Billy?” You call, when the light touches him enough for you to identify the way his hair falls.

He raises a hand, bringing it to his mouth as he turns to look at you, licking something off of his fingers in the low light.

He turns when you finally approach him, his eyes are unfocused, as if he’s not paying attention to anything around him.

You reach out, putting your hand on his shoulder, trying to get his attention.

He says your name, tilts his head, eyes finally focusing on you.

“What are you doing up here?” You ask softly, reaching up to touch his forehead, feeling his feverish skin. 

His feet are bare, and covered in mud, you frown, wondering why you hadn’t seen any footprints.

“Set me as a seal upon thine heart.” He whispers, raising his hand to hold yours.

The line squeezes at your heart, the implication of his words fluttering in your stomach.

His hand is rough, he brings your palm up to his face, pressing his cheek into your hand, closing his eyes.

Lightning flashes and you jump, burying your face into his chest as thunder explodes all around you.

Billy embraces you tightly, soothing you through the thunder, and when it stops, you step out of his arms, looking up at him with frightened eyes.

“Let’s go, I don’t want to be up here any longer.” You say, taking his hand and tugging him along.

You know you want to get his feet cleaned first, and then wrap him up somewhere and let him get some rest. This must be the dazed and confused symptoms that the doctor had mentioned might happen.

One hand linked in his, and the other on your lamp, you guide him down to a nearby pantry, grabbing a pitcher of water, a few rags and a bowl to wash his feet.

It’s a little hard to see in the dark, but you sit him down, working slowly to get him cleaned. He doesn’t speak, murmuring to himself now and again, while you think.

Set me as a seal upon thine heart, he’d said. It was a line with such deep meaning that for a moment you wonder if he really meant to say it about you.

But he’d said your name, meaning it was you he was thinking about. 

How could he ask you to own him so easily? As if he, as a priest and you, as mother superior, had any sort of future together?

To claim him, mark him, forever bearing the imprint of your love-

-that was a dream only possible for spouses, and not leaders of faith.

You look up at him, his glassy eyes fixed on you.

Did he want to abandon his faith? For you?

When you’re done, you leave him for a moment, finding a wash basin to clean your hands.

You gasp when you feel his body press against you.

You turn halfway, his fingers caressing your face.

“A seal upon your heart,” He says with a pained, desperate voice, “A seal on your arm.”

“Billy-” You begin to say, voice halting when he reaches out to grip your hair beneath your veil.

He holds you still, tilting his wrist to manipulate your head, angling you so that your neck is exposed to him.

His tongue drags wetly along the column of your neck, a soft sound of delight leaving your lips.

“A lily among brambles.” He moans into your ear, tongue darting out to lick along your jaw. Your fingers pause on his chest as you struggle with the concept of pushing him away.

He kisses your mouth, hands cupping your cheeks, pouring endless desire into you, whispering in between breathless kisses.

“I am sick with love,” he confesses, his tongue reaching out to greet yours, “your love is better than wine.”

“Billy.” You moan in response, eagerly returning his kisses.

You’ve never felt like this, so wanted, so desired, you ache for him, you wish he would do more than kiss you like a starving man.

Someone clears their throat, and you shove Billy as hard as you can in panic, stepping back.

You only get a moment to notice Father Murdock, before Billy is upon you again, gripping your face, trying to kiss you.

“Matt!” You say in surprise, “This isn’t- It’s not what it-” You duck out of Billy’s searching arms.

“-I think he may be having an episode of sorts.”

You skirt around the table, moving behind Matthew in hopes that he finds a way to wake Billy from his trance.

Matthew reaches out to grip Billy’s shoulder as he approaches, holding the man at bay.

“Matt,” Billy murmurs, registering the other person in the room, “Keep her still for me I want her.”

Your mouth parts in shock at his words.

Thankfully, Matthew doesn’t oblige his words, reaching into his pocket, he pulls a small brown vial out and uncaps it, holding it under Billy’s nose.

You watch as Billy takes one breath of it and sags, almost limp, Matthew guides him into the chair he was sitting at before and he’s out cold in the next moment.

It takes a minute before you can find words to speak.

“Is he… alright?”

Father Murdock doesn’t answer.

“Where did you find him?” He asks instead.

“In the attic- I- I thought there was a leak-”

“-You were alone with him up there?” He asks sternly.

You feel like a child in trouble.

“Yes, but nothing happened-”

“-and you expect me to believe that? After what I just witnessed?” He interrupts.

You go quiet for a moment before searching for the right words.

“He- something overcame him.” You try to explain.

“I’ve been standing here longer than you think. I watched you enjoy his advances. Who knows, you might have kept going if I hadn’t interrupted- defiled yourself in that very spot-” He sucks in a deep breath, letting it out sharply.

“It was a moment of weakness, Father.” You whisper, using his title, “Forgive me.”

He gives a sharp shake of his head.

“An offence so grievous, requires punishment, little one.” He stands, turning to you.

“If you wish to be forgiven, come to my office tomorrow when the sun is at its highest, and we will see about your penance.”

Your eyes widen in fright.

“And if not?”

He smiles coldly.

“If not, you would have committed a grave sin, and I may have to reveal your transgressions.”

You nod in understanding.

“Very well, I will do my best to be forgiven.”

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[becauseicantthinkwritings]

Helloooooo baby let me tell you some things come here.

Dark!Vampire Billy Russo

Warnings: Non-con/Dub-con, Billy uses compulsion to get what he wants, spitting, fingering.

"Well that's not something you see everyday." Frank says, earning Billy's attention.

He turns, following Frank's line of sight, looking through the mirrored window of the upstairs office.

This, was no such territory.

When vampires had first become public knowledge, a lot of humans stopped going out at night, sticking to the safe zones, areas that had been drenched in ultraviolet light to stop vampires from entering. Gradually, as vampires had begun to prove that they wanted to live side by side with humans, the lines had begun blurring, there was now a nice territory between the human areas and the vampire areas where both species could live peacefully together.

Billy had formed his club deep in vampire territory for a reason, simply put, he didn't like humans all that much.

So to see one, as beautiful as you were, doing shots at the bar in his club, burned.

Other vampires in the club paid you and your little group of humans no mind, because here, blood flowed freely on tap, and there was no one hungry enough to attack. Which is probably why you were so confident to come here in the first place.

Billy blinks when he sees a few vampires join your group, and he realizes how you were able to gain entrance.

He can't help the way his eyes keep going back to you, even though your friends were pretty, there was just something about you that called out to him.

Before he can think about it, or second guess his decision, he turns, and walks out of his office and down to the ground floor.

In the darkness of the club, you don't see him coming. The music pulses low, soft for sensitive vampire ears, and you love that about the club. You love everything. The dark red and blue lighting, soft edges and gentle respect from the vampires, this was way better than any human club ever.

Josh, your vampire colleague had been excited to show you, after you'd complained about regular clubs, he'd told you that the vampire in charge really was a pillar of the community.

So you'd gathered a little group of friends, and now here you were drinking ages old tequila.

A little tipsy, laughing at something, you don't notice when someone comes up behind you until he's right there.

"I hope you're enjoying yourselves." He says easily, and you spin in surprise.

Your mouth drops open at the sight of him.

He's dressed somewhat formally, dark shirt and pants, contrasting your casual short dress. He's gorgeous, smiling at everyone before his eyes fall on you.

Josh is finally able to stutter an introduction.

"G-guys, this is Mister Russo, he owns the club."

"Pleasure." He says, raising a hand for you to take. When you do, sill lost in a trance, he raises your hand to kiss the back of your fingers easily.

Your body flushes with heat.

Your eyes slide over his features, over his neat beard and his surprisingly pink lips, down the column of his neck and the glint of his silver chain draws your eye.

"What's your name, little one?" He asks in your direction, and you struggle to remember how to breathe.

You tell him, with butterflies swirling in your stomach.

"May I be so bold to ask you to come upstairs for a drink with me?"

You bite down on your bottom lip hard, trying to make sure this wasn't a dream. His eyes follow the moment.

"Yeah, um, I mean- you may."

His smile his delectable. He looks up at Josh.

"Don't worry, she's in good hands." Billy says.

Josh, who is too afraid to protest, gives Billy a firm nod.

"I'll message you." You say to the group with a smile, as Billy, whose hand is still locked with yours, pulls you away.

You follow him upstairs, trying not to stumble or look stupid as you follow him, your thumb sweeping over the back of his hand, memorizing the feeling of his skin.

He pulls you into a dark room, and it takes you a second for your eyes to adjust for you to notice the classic lounge chairs.

He lets go of your hand, and you feel so untethered without his hold that you try to remain where you are.

You watch him approach a little table, grabbing a single glass to pour three fingers of amber liquid into it.

"None for me?" You ask quietly, a little nervous to be alone with him so fast.

"I wouldn't waste a glass of this on you," he says in a mean way, taking you by surprise.

When he's done, he takes a seat on the couch, leaning back to look at you.

"Come." He says simply, and you respond easily, body throbbing from his easy dominance of you.

You stand between his spread thighs, trying not to nervously pick on your fingertips.

"Take your clothes off."

You freeze. Somehow, before you can stop yourself, you're turning to let him unzip your dress, letting it fall to the floor.

What were you doing? You ask yourself as your undergarments follow. Why couldn't you stop?

He pats his thigh.

"Sit."

You try to fight it, but your body has a mind of its own, moving to straddle his thigh. You gasp when your wet center presses to his thigh. He wraps his free hand around you, keeping you fitted to his body.

"The audacity you have to step into my club, little one, when I built it here to keep mortals away."

"I'm sorry." You whisper, body trembling as you fight to pull away from him.

He turns to look at you, parting his lips to show you the peek of his fangs.

"You will be."

The words frighten you.

He leans you back, and you move easily, gasping when he pours a little of whatever was in his glass onto your shoulder.

You keen in surprise when his tongue makes contact with your breast, moving up to catch the little stream of whiskey.

"Why don't you play it yourself for me."

You make a noise of protest, but your hand moves anyway, dipping between your thighs to massage your aching cunt against your will.

He continues to pour his drink onto your skin, and you squeeze your eyes shut at the sensations.

He grabs the hand between your thighs and pulls it up to taste your fingers. He groans in appreciation.

When he lets go of your hand, it goes right back to your dripping center.

"Edge yourself."

A pained whimper as your fingers speed up, his eyes observing you carefully, only to watch your frustrated expression as your fingers stop so close to the edge.

He lets out a little chuckle.

"You're probably wondering what I'm doing to you. It's a gift I was born with."

You gasp, shaking with fright at the realisation.

He grins.

"That's right. I was born. I bet they tell you in schools that all the born vampires are dead, but that's just not true."

"So when I tell you to open your mouth and stick your tongue out. There's not much you can do to stop me."

You do as he says, parting your lips, extending your tongue, finding that you can't stop him.

He grins, leans forward and spits, his saliva dropping from your tongue and onto your breasts so quickly.

"Swallow." He says, and as you do, you get a taste of his drink- ages old whiskey.

He pulls your fingers from your center, and replaces them with his own.

"You're very wet for someone who's doing things against her will. Tell me the truth, are you enjoying this?"

You fight it. You grit your teeth and hold your breath, and still, your mouth moves without permission.

"Yes." You confess.

He grins, proud, finishing his glass of whiskey in one gulp so that he can put the glass down and grab the back of your neck to pull you into a kiss.

His mouth is sinful, and you pant desperately against him. He brings you right up to the edge of orgasm again before he stops.

"Pinch your nipples."

You do as he asks.

"Harder."

You whine in discomfort.

"Stop."

You sag in relief.

He chuckles.

You think you might hate him.

You think you might be obsessed with him.

When he presses two of his fingers into you, you gasp in surprise. Your body so aroused that you manage to take his fingers easily with only a little pinch of pain.

"I'm going to make you cum on my fingers now. And then you're going to get dressed, and I'll take you back down to your friends. If anyone asks, we had a nice drink. Don't tell anyone about the things I've said."

You nod, deep in bliss, so close to the edge and practically begging for release.

"Good girl. You can cum when you're ready."

You don't need anymore prompt, cunt fluttering around his fingers easily, whining as the bliss overtakes you.

You sag into his chest, fatigue of pleasure flooding your system.

"So pretty for me." He says, and you smile.

"I don't want you coming for anyone other than me. Ever again."

You gasp in shock at his words.

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Josh gives you a concerned look after Mister Russo departs from you.

"How was it?" He asks, eyeing you up and down.

You smile easily.

"It was nice." Is all you say.

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A/N: no reread I'm late for worrkkkk

Vampire Club Owner!Billy Russo

[hungermakesmonsters]

Love, Sick Love

Chapter Eight

Plot summary : Working at one of the shadier bars in Brooklyn, you have one rule; don’t mess around with the patrons. Most of them are criminals, dangerous. None more so than Billy Russo, but Billy believes that rules are made to be broken. Especially your rule. One lapse in judgement is all it takes for Billy to decide that you’re his, and he’s never been the sort of man to take rejection well.

Pairing : Billy Russo x Reader

Story Rating : R 

Warnings : [This is a fic for 18+ only, minors DNI] Drink spiking, vomit mentions, and non-detailed allusions to past SA. All chapters will deal with dark and smutty themes, including but not limited to stalking. Please check the warnings on each chapter if you choose to follow this story. 

Word Count : 5.4k

A/N : Billy gets to show his softer side.

CHAPTER ONE | CHAPTER TWO | CHAPTER THREE | CHAPTER FOUR | CHAPTER FIVE | CHAPTER SIX | CHAPTER SEVEN

Master List

Chapter Eight

In the short time that he’d known you, Billy had come to understand that sometimes you needed space. And recently, a lot of those sometimes were because of him and the things that he’d done.

After your night on the phone together, he had given you space, let you have time to come to terms with what had happened, hoping that you’d eventually understand or, at the very least, get over the whole breaking into your apartment and watching you sleep thing. 

But, just because he’d been giving you space didn’t mean that he hadn’t been near, that he hadn’t been keeping an eye on you. 

He hadn’t been to the bar in a couple of weeks, and hadn’t seen you face to face in just as long. He’d been too preoccupied with planning new scores for his crew and making money. After the run-in with Frank, Billy had decided that they should focus on the city’s lowlifes, the criminals who wouldn’t draw too much attention.

But, when he hadn’t been working, he’d been with you. Always out of sight, but close enough to feel like he was with you, to know everything that was going on in your life. 

That was how he came to be watching with some amusement as the guy you’d gone for drinks with struggled to keep you from looking bored. He watched as the man laughed and made some exaggerated gestures, trying to get some reaction from you, trying to command you attention. And that was his first mistake; no one could command you. Billy had known it the first time he set eyes on you - you weren’t interested in the sort of guy who wanted to command, the sort of guy who thought he could control you.

You needed trust and a deep connection, someone who could see you beneath the lies you hid behind.

As far as Billy was concerned, you needed him.

Of course, you were putting up a good front, trying to act interested in whatever the guy was telling you, smiling and nodding along as he spoke. But Billy caught your subtle glances towards the door, like you were already planning your escape.

He could already see it; you’d feign illness or, maybe, you’d pretend to get a phone call, and use it as an excuse to end the night early. 

Only, things took a turn before you had the chance.

Billy’s blood ran cold as he watched your date drop something into your drink when you dared to glance away. 

Then you took a long drink.

His mind started to race, feelings of panic and anger quickly taking hold of him. He needed to get you out of there before anything could happen to you - but how? Billy knew that he couldn’t just walk in there and ask you to leave with him, and he knew you’d never believe him if you tried to tell you what he’d seen.

You were already dosed and there was little he could do to change that, short of taking you to a hospital. And he knew you well enough to know you’d really hate him if he took you to a hospital and someone called the cops.

In the end he opted to wait, as much as it made his skin crawl. He would wait just long enough for whatever you’d been dosed with to take effect and then he knew he’d have an easier time of getting you to leave before anything could happen. 

Ten minutes later - incidentally, ten of the longest minutes of his life - he watched as you stood, a giggly, intoxicated expression on your face as you clumsily staggered towards the bathroom.

That was when he made his move.

His heart was pounding as he stepped into the bar, his eyes fixing on the prick who’d spiked your drink, wanting nothing more than to put his head through a window. But there was no time. Billy knew that he needed to get to you, he needed to make sure you were safe (though he spent around twenty seconds getting a good look at the guy so he’d be able to track him down later).

He slipped into the women’s bathroom and found you sitting on the floor with your phone clutched tightly in your hand, a finger clumsily swiping at the screen. It was clear that the drugs had started taking effect because you smiled up at him, like you were actually happy to see him.

“Billy! What’re you doing here?” You asked, words awkward and a little slurred.

“You called me, kitten, remember?” he said, waving a hand towards your phone as he crouched in front of you. “You wanted me to come get you and take you home because you’ve had too much to drink and your date was boring you.”

“He is boring,” you said, seemingly buying the lie and just accepting Billy’s presence there.

“Come on, let’s get you up.”

He made quick work of getting you to your feet, though keeping you on your feet seemed like it was going to cause some problems. You leaned against him, resting your head on his shoulder, teetering on your high heels as he wrapped an arm around your waist and started to slowly lead you out of the bar.

“Don’t worry, kitten,” he muttered softly, “I’ve got you.”

“I know you do.”

Billy wasn’t sure what you meant by that but, for some reason he couldn’t quite understand, it felt like you were confessing to something that you might not otherwise tell him. Or, maybe, he was just looking for hidden meanings where there was one. Maybe you were just talking nonsense because of the drugs.

He managed to lead you through the bar and out the door without incident. Anyone who looked your way assumed that he was just your friend - or boyfriend - taking you home after a few too many.

Out in the cold night air, he felt you shiver and was about to wrap you in his jacket when a voice sounded and Billy felt a hand pulling at his shoulder, forcing him to turn.

“Hey, what the fuck do you think you’re doing?” 

Your date. The piece of shit who’d spiked your drink.

“She’s with me,” he said, sneering at Billy.

Billy’s hold on you loosened, leaving you to reach for the hood of a nearby parked car to keep yourself standing. 

Whether it was the murderous expression on Billy’s face or his scars, something made your date take a nervous step back, away from him.

“No,” Billy answered back, taking a step forward, not allowing the prick to retreat, “she’s with me.”

“Like fuck -”

Whatever he wanted to say, he was cut off by Billy’s sudden movements, forcing him back against the nearest wall. Before the guy could blink or utter another syllable, he was overwhelmed by the unmistakable feeling of a knife pressed against his throat.

“I oughtta fucking kill you right now for what you were planning to do to her,” Billy said, his voice a low growl, not wanting you to overhear. “If you ever go near her again -”

“Billy, I wanna go home...” you said, distracting him for a moment and causing his heart to melt.

“Fine, take her,” your date pleaded, trying to squirm away from the press of the knife. “She’s not fuckin’ worth it.”

For a second, Billy looked ready to let him go, pulling back the knife and loosening his grip. But he couldn’t just let him walk away. Not after what he’d done to you - what he would have done if Billy hadn’t intervened. It made him sick, made him so fucking angry that he could barely think straight. He could have lost you tonight. Billy wanted to kill him. The prick deserved death.

But you were right there, and Billy couldn’t risk you remembering in the morning. He couldn’t risk you being afraid of him.

His knee lifted, connecting with the prick’s stomach a couple of times, hard enough to wind him, hard enough to make him crumple to the sidewalk. And, once he was down, Billy decided to pull the prick’s wallet from his pocket. He opened it and took the ID, looking at it before slipping it into his pocket.

“I know where you live now, Tom,” he said. “You’ve got two days to get out of New York before I come looking for you.” Billy hesitated for a moment before pulling the cash out of the wallet before explaining; “compensation for her having to spend the evening with a piece of shit like you.”

Tom wasn’t given a chance to respond before Billy kicked him in the ribs, hard enough to crack something, and dropped his wallet beside him. He didn’t want to stop there, but he knew he had to. He knew he needed to get you home.

Billy’s full attention returned to you, shrugging off his jacket and placing it around your shoulders before starting to lead you home.

“I didn’t like him,” you admitted.

“I didn’t either, kitten.”

“Thanks for coming to get me, Billy.”

His heart stuttered. It was probably the nicest thing you’d ever said to him, the only time he could remember you genuinely thanking him for something. It would be a lie to say that it wasn’t something he had longed for; for you to be grateful for his presence, to actually want him around.

“I’ll always be there for you if you need me,” he told you. 

And he meant it.

He didn’t understand what this thing was between you, but he knew how he felt when he was with you, and he knew how he felt whenever he considered the prospect of losing you.

You were still on your feet by the time he led you into your building, though getting you up there stairs proved something of a challenge. About half way up, you decided that your feet hurt and you wanted to sit down. Billy tried to be diplomatic, to negotiate with you but, ultimately, he was left with no choice but to put you over his shoulder and carry you up the last two flights of stairs and into your apartment.

A giggle erupted from you as he set you down on your bed and, for a moment, all he could do was stare at you.  His jaw set and he felt so fucking angry, too angry to even think straight. He wanted to yell at you, wanted to grab you by the shoulders and shake you for going out with a guy like that, for not keeping an eye on your drink, for not being more careful. But he knew he was being stupid, he was being irrational; nothing that had happened tonight was your fault and you weren’t going to pay for it. 

It just shook him up so much to think about what might have happened if he hadn’t been watching you. And, now that the moment had passed, now that he could think about it, he quickly found himself spiralling. 

What if he hadn’t seen you get spiked? What if he’d looked away at just the wrong moment?

What if he hadn’t gotten to you in time or you’d had an adverse reaction?

There were so many things that could have gone wrong tonight and, as the noise got louder in his head, he felt his chest start to tighten with panic.

Wildly, his eyes began to search your bedroom, looking for five blue objects, trying the stupid trick that the shrink had taught him months ago to help him in moments like this, moments when his anxiety started to run rampant.

“Shoes, jacket, mug -” he muttered.

“What’re you doing?” You asked, looking up at him, eyes seeming a little unfocused. 

“Nothing, kitten. Nothing...”

He took a slow, deep breath, forcing himself to focus on you and not the maelstrom of emotions raging inside of him. You needed him. That was the only thing that mattered.

Dropping to his knees in front of you, he slowly ran his hands down your cold, bare calf as he lifted your foot onto his lap. His fingers awkwardly tugged at the straps of your shoe so he could remove it, then he did the same with the other foot.

You let out a sigh of relief, obviously grateful to be free of the heels, and Billy laughed as you wiggled your toes.

“My feet hurt,” you pouted, and - fuck, he knew he shouldn't have been enjoying seeing this side of you, given the circumstances, but it offered him a glimpse of how things could be between you if circumstances were just a little different. 

Without thought or care, he started to massage your foot, pressing his thumbs into your sole, and earning a contented sigh from you.

“That feel good, kitten?” He asked, smiling as you gave a hum and nodded your head.

After a few minutes he switched to the other foot but the elephant in the room soon started to rear its ugly head. Whatever you’d been spiked with was obviously starting to fully kick in; your head lolled forward a little and, no matter how you tried, you didn’t seem like you could focus your eyes on him anymore.

“Stay right there, I’m gonna get you a glass of water, okay?”

You managed what he assumed was a nod and Billy got to his feet. 

He was gone for less than thirty seconds and, when he came back, he had two glasses of water. Quickly, he settled on his knees in front of you again, and handed you a glass, placing the other on the nightstand. 

“Drink as much of that as you can,” he told you softly.

You did as you were told without comment, and even that unsettled him; it was the most agreeable he’d ever seen you. When you were done drinking, you handed him the glass and he set it down on the nightstand with the other glass.

Then you smiled at him, a strange sort of smile that he didn’t understand.

“What?” He dared to ask, his heart beating an odd and awkward rhythm that made him feel like a teenager again.

“You’re not scary.”

“You keep telling me that, kitten, but I’m not sure it’s true,” he said softly, smiling as you shook your head.

“You do scary things but you don’t scare me,” you told him matter of factly. 

“You should be scared,” he answered, some of the playfulness dropping from his tone. “I could do whatever I wanted to you right now.”

“But you won’t,” you said without skipping a beat, knowing that there were some lines that even Billy wouldn’t cross when it came to you.

“No, you’re right. I won’t.”

“What I wanted you to do something?” You asked, your tone somehow managing to sound innocent, reminding him that you didn’t fully understand what was going on.

“You don’t,” he told you firmly. “Not now, not like this.”

“Are you being a good guy now?”

“Yeah, now I’m being a good guy.”

Without warning, you moved (well, half-fell really), clumsily slipping off the edge of the bed and onto his lap. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and held on tight, your hips wiggling against his as you got yourself comfortable.

“Fucking hell, kitten,” Billy groaned. “You���re making it really hard for me to control myself right now.”

He took a slow breath as he felt your fingers slipping into the hair at the back of his head, knowing that he shouldn’t indulge in the moment but finding himself too weak to end it. His arm soon wrapped around your waist, holding you close.

“You’re my stalker, Billy. I don’t expect you to control yourself,” you murmured, resting your head on his shoulder and pressing your face against his neck.

A low grumble sounded in the back of his throat, his whole body tensing at that word. While he knew it was technically true, he didn’t want to hear that word coming from your lips

“Hey,” he said, trying to angle his face so he could look at you, “I’m not going to take advantage of you.”

“You already have.”

“Not like that. Never like that,” he told you.

“Why?” You asked, the word sounding heavy on your tongue.

“‘cause I know what it’s like for someone to take away your choice.”

His heart threatened to stop as you head lifted and you tried to focus your attention on his expression, trying to read him, trying to understand him. Your hand cupped his cheek and, for a few seconds, you just held his gaze until, finally, you seemed to get the deeper meaning behind his words.

“Billy, who -” you started before your head lolled forward again, eyes losing focus.

His relief was palpable, but it only lasted a moment.

“Kitten,” he said softly, “we need to get you changed and into bed, okay?”

You gave a weak little mumble of agreement that might have been cute if i hadn’t caused his guts to coil with worry. With minimal help from you, Billy managed to get you changed out of your clothes and into an oversized tee shirt before settling you in bed.

He quickly stripped down to his boxers, turned off the light and crawled into bed behind you, wrapping his arms around you, intent on staying awake and watching you through the night. He’d make sure you were okay and that you felt safe. As you snuggled back against him, closing your eyes, he dared to hope that you’d fall asleep quickly.

But it wasn’t a night for hopes.

“I know why you want me,” you told him after a few quiet minutes.

“Why’s that, kitten?”

“Because of your brain... thingie...” you answered softly. For a few seconds you fell silent again, obviously trying to remember whatever you’d managed to learn about Traumatic Brain Injuries. “It makes you... impulsive and... you can’t control your emotions, and -”

“That’s not why I want you, kitten,” he interrupted, letting out a soft sigh, glad that you probably wouldn’t remember the conversation in the morning. “It might be why I sometimes do stupid things that upset you, but it’s not why I want you.”

“Then -” you started to ask but stopped yourself while you awkwardly tried to roll over to face him. 

Billy helped with a hand on your hip, letting you settle your head on his pillow, your nose almost touching his. In the time it took you to turn, you seemed to forget your question and Billy forgot the answer that he’d been preparing to give. An uncoordinated hand landed on his cheek, your thumb tenderly brushing over one of his more prominent scars.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” You asked.

“Tell you what?” 

“That you were hurt.”

He parted his lips but no words came out, not sure what to tell you. He knew what you were asking, what you wanted to know, but he wasn’t sure he was ready to go down that rabbit hole with you yet.

“I thought the scars gave it away,” he joked.

“No,” you said, not even attempting to hide your frustration, “don’t do that. I want to know.”

His heart stuttered and, again, he had to remind himself that the moment wasn’t real, that this was all just the drugs talking. By the morning you’d forget everything, but Billy wouldn’t. He’d be stuck with the memories of this night for the rest of his life.

“I didn’t tell you because I’m okay now,”  he answered softly, his own hand reaching for you, softly brushing your hair away from your face. “I didn’t tell you because it doesn’t matter. It’s not why I want you, and it’s not why I like you.”

“You don’t like me.”

A sudden laugh spilled from him. “What are you talking about? Of course I like you, kitten.”

“No. I’m mean to you,” you tell him, almost managing to sound like you regret it.

Shaking his head, he dared to press a gentle and playful kiss to the tip of your nose. “You’re only mean when I deserve it, and I deserve it a lot.”

It wasn’t right to have this conversation with you, when you were under the influence and probably wouldn’t remember your words or behaviour, but Billy couldn’t help but indulge in the what-ifs this moment let him see. It was a glimpse of how things could be if you were his, and thoughts of nights laid in your bed, enjoying whispered conversations with you made his heart swell.

“I’m still mad at you,” you muttered sleepily, seeming to remember something of what had happened between you.

“I know you are,” he said, “ and I’m sorry. I wish I knew how to...”

He fell silent save for a gentle sigh.

“What?” You prompted in little more than a murmur.

“I wish I knew how to show you how much I like you,” he answered.

But it was too late. You were finally asleep.

-------

It was still dark when you woke up.

The room was spinning and, no matter how tightly you closed your eyes, you couldn’t stop it. For a second - a wonderful - second, you told yourself that you’d had too much to drink, that you just needed to close your eyes and sleep it off. But, as you tried to settle down, you realised that wasn’t the case.

You couldn’t remember... well, anything. 

You didn’t remember drinking more than two drinks and you certainly didn’t remember getting home. Or bringing anyone with you.

The moment you realised someone else was in your bed, that someone's arm was wrapped around you, your stomach turned, fearing the worst.

Gagging, you stumbled out of bed, the world seeming to tilt on its axis as you raced to the bathroom. You tripped and ended up on hands and knees, only just making it to the toilet in time.

Tears stung your eyes as your stomach emptied itself and sobs shook your body.

When you felt a hand on your back, you managed to lift your head long enough to realise that it was Billy. He was kneeling beside you on the cold bathroom floor, rubbing your back with one hand and holding your hair with the other.

“It’s okay, kitten,” he muttered softly.

You wretched again, unable to ask him what had happened or why he was with you. Minutes passed and, with them, you felt worse. You gripped the toilet seat with such a force that your fingers ached.

When you finally managed to look at him again, you saw a level of worry in his face that you hadn’t expected, and your own eyes betrayed every terrible thought and emotion that was running through your head, betraying your fear.

As much as you didn't want to think about it, you’d felt like this before, and you were certain you knew what had happened.

Billy looked at you, seeming every bit as broken as you felt.

“W-what happened?” You finally managed to ask, your voice sounding raw.

“Nothing,” he said firmly.

You didn’t have to explain the question. It was as if Billy could tell just by looking at you that you knew your drink had been spiked, and that you were asking if anyone had done anything to you.

“How do you -”

“Because I got to you before anyone could lay a hand on you, kitten,” he told you, his tone leaving no room for doubt. “I told you, I’ll never let anything happen to you.”

You looked at him for a moment before your expression softened a little. For all his faults and all the terrible things that he’d done to you, you knew that Billy was telling you the truth. And, despite everything, you felt safe with him.

“How did you know?” You asked, trying to put the pieces together and fill in the six or so missing hours.

“You called me when you started feeling bad,” he answered, repeating the earlier lie. “You said the guy you were with was boring and you didn’t want him to take you home. I was nearby and, when I got there, you’d shut yourself away in the bathroom. But no one touched you. If they had, they’d be dead.”

Even in your foggy state, something told you that the comment wasn’t hyperbole. You could tell just from the way he was looking at you, that you’d managed to unsettle him, maybe even scare him.

Before you could think to ask anything else, your head snapped around and you started to wretch again.

“It’s okay, kitten,” Billy muttered softly, stroking your back again, “I’ve got you.”

And, you knew that he did.

You didn’t understand it - you didn’t really understand anything when it came to Billy - but you knew that he had you, that he’d keep you safe. And, safety was a feeling you longed for.

When you were finally done, you managed to lift your head again, and Billy gently pulled you towards him, holding you tight.

“Kitten, you’re trembling,” he muttered softly, running his hand up and down your bare arm, desperately trying to soothe you.

“Cold,” you whispered.

“You’re a terrible liar.”

He was right, as always, you were lying. It wasn’t the cold that caused you to tremble and shake; it was the thought of what could have happened if it hadn’t been for Billy. It was a memory of something that had happened that you never wanted to repeat. And, even though he didn’t say it, Billy seemed to understand.

Eventually, Billy lifted you off the bathroom floor and carried you back to bed, placing you down and climbing in beside you again. When he tried to pull you close, you tensed and it was enough to make him pause.

“What’s wrong?”

You hesitated a beat before admitting; “I’m gross. I smell like vomit.”

You didn’t expect him to laugh or for the sound to cause butterflies to take flight in your stomach. 

He pulled you closer and dared to lightly press a kiss to the top of your head.

“I don’t care how gross you are,” he told you, still laughing, “I’m gonna look after you until you feel better.”

It was enough to have you relaxing in his arms, your head resting on his chest above his heart. Billy’s hand ran up and down your back, helping you relax.

Almost ten minutes passed in silence, his hand kept moving and you realised that he wasn’t planning on sleeping any time soon. You didn’t know what to think or how to feel at the strange turn of events. Part of you was still angry, still upset at his behaviour the last time you’d spoken. He was a stalker and he’d shown time and time again that he had no respect for your boundaries, yet here he was, holding you tight and looking after you, protecting you as best he could.

“Thank you,” you whispered softly.

“You don’t have to thank me,” he said. “Not for this. Not for keeping you safe. Get some sleep, we can talk in the morning.”

Despite not wanting to wait until morning to figure things out, you found that you couldn’t fight your exhaustion and you quickly fell into an uneasy sleep.

It was well after noon when you finally stirred again, waking to find your face pressed against Billy’s chest and your hand lightly gripping his waist. Billy hadn’t moved, hadn’t slept a wink. He’d simply held you and watched you sleep for hours on end.

“You feeling any better?” He asked softly when he felt you stirring.

“A little.”

You moved slowly, pulling away from Billy and sitting up, not because you wanted to but because you felt like you had to. The lines between the two of you were now so blurred that you didn’t know whether to kick him out or hold him close.

“There’s water on the side,” Billy said.

Your heart stuttered in your chest as you noticed the two glasses on the nightstand; one half-empty and one full. A frown furrowed your brows as you looked at him, not understanding him or the things that he did.

“What?”

“I just -” you struggled with what you wanted to say, “- I never would’ve expected you to take care of me like this. It’s confusing, Billy.”

“I’ll always take care of you when you need me to.”

It was strange how adamant he sounded, worrying even. Some part of you wanted to let the comment pass, to just accept what he was saying, but you knew that you couldn’t. You reached for a glass of water and took a slow sip, needing a moment to decide how to respond.

“I’m not yours, Billy,” you told him. “I... I appreciate you helping me last night, but this doesn’t change anything.”

“You’re right, it doesn’t.” Billy shrugged. “I still feel exactly the same way as I did after the first time I woke up in your bed.”

“That’s not what I meant.”

“I know it’s not, but that’s just how it is,” he said before falling silent for a few moments. “I can’t change how I am or how I feel about you but -”

“You don’t even know me.”

“I know enough.”

“What does that even mean?”

“It means I know you’re hiding from something, and I know that someone hurt you,” he said as if it was the simplest thing in the world, as if those weren’t things you’d desperately tried to keep hidden from anyone and everyone in your life.

“No, I -”

“You don’t need to hide from me,” Billy told you.

He let out another sigh and swung his legs out of bed before getting up and starting to pull on his clothes.

All you could do was watch him as he prepared to leave you.

“I’ve been hurt too,” he remarked as he pulled his shirt on. “I know what it’s like to try and bury it down so no one ever sees it. But you should know, I’m here, and there’s nothing about you or about your past that’s ever going to scare me off.”

Before you could think to say anything in response, he left your bedroom. You could hear him in the kitchen, but you didn’t trust your legs to carry you to the kitchen, so all you could do was stay in bed and wait for him to return. 

After a few minutes, he returned with a mug of coffee and some toast for you and placed them down on the nightstand, ignoring the look of shock on your face. Your eyes moved from him to the breakfast he’d made you, and back again.

“Aren’t you having anything?”

“I don’t want to outstay my welcome, kitten,” he answered with a rueful smile. “But you’ve got my number if you need anything else. And I’ll see if I can get you more chocolates.”

Your heart almost stopped. The chocolates that you’d assumed were from Marc had been from Billy. He’d somehow figured out your favourite chocolates, just like he’d figured out what you liked for breakfast. It should have scared you - so much of this should have scared you - but, after everything that had happened, everything you’d learned after reading up on injuries like his, you weren’t scared of Billy.

You weren’t scared because you knew that Billy would never hurt you. Sure, he’d piss you off and ignore your boundaries, but you were certain he’d never hurt you.

Without warning, he leaned down and pressed a kiss to your cheek.

“Make sure you drink plenty of water.”

You nodded, your eyes following him as he headed for the door.

“And kitten?”

“Yes, Billy?”

“You still smell gross.”

You burst out laughing, unable to hold it in, and kept laughing as Billy let himself out of your apartment, leaving you alone again. You laughed until your eyes started to water, not even really understanding why you found it so funny.

Like everything else about Billy, it left you completely confused.

End Note : I wanted to show a different side of things with this chapter and give Billy and reader a chance to talk a little more honesty. Also I'm laying out more breadcrumbs for readers mysterious past. I hope you enjoyed this one, it was fun to write Billy showing his softer side.

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[dreamcatcher92]

Coercion Chapter Five

So this is my second smut story that I have been working on. I am hoping you all enjoy!

It is a bit dark. Yes, Billy Russo is of course our main character aside from a girl named Cassidy. Who is completely made up and meant to be played by the reader. The other characters that are mentioned in this story are made up as well and not based on anyone in particular. I did this one differently than my first story, but I wanted to switch up my writing style a bit. So you may see more differences in other stories to come. Things that are bold and italicized are thoughts.

Now for some warnings for the entire story but necessarily in the current chapter you read: dark Billy for sure, non-con, dub-con, kidnapping, NSFW, 18+, smut, sex, rape, attempted rape, physical violence, abusive behavior, language. I think that covers it, but sorry if I missed something.

Read at your own risk.

A bead of sweat dripped into the dirty dishwater from Cassidy’s brow. She has been working hard on her chores all morning while Billy was in his office working online and getting things squared away for the upcoming company party. Once she finished, she went to Billy’s office door and knocked lightly.

“Come in!” Billy called out.

Cassidy slowly opened the door and stepped inside, “I’m finished with my chores Billy.” She kept her eyes to the floor.

Billy looked at her intently as he leaned back in his office chair. He sat silently staring at her for a few moments, then stood and walked over to stand directly in front of Cassidy, never once taking his dark eyes off her. Her heartbeat began to speed up a bit the closer he got and when he came to a halt in front of her, she felt like she was going to pass out from how fast her heart was racing. Stay calm Cass. Stay. Calm.

Billy gently lifted her chin so that now they were looking into each other's eyes, “Show me.”

Cassidy gulped and nodded. Billy guided her back into the kitchen where she showed him the hard work that she put in cleaning up the dishes, cleaning the counters, and mopping the floor. After Cassidy finished explaining everything that she had done to Billy, she stopped and turned to look at him. He stood with his long, strong arms crossed and was leaning against the entryway wall. He smiled.

“Looks good.” He said, now slowly making his way over to Cassidy.

“Thank you Billy.” She said in a soft and timid tone.

Now inches away from her, he reaches out with one hand and brushes some of her hair behind her ear, “I think it’s time we go back into the city for a little while. What do you think?”

“R-really?” 

“Are you going to obey me and be a good girl?”

Cassidy straightened up and was getting more excited, “Yes! I promise Billy!”

Billy chuckled and placed his hands on her shoulders, “Alright, let’s go pack then.”

Once in the bedroom, Billy handed Cassidy a duffle bag and told her to pack some clothes and personal items to take with them to the city. He told her that they would only be there for about a week and not to overpack. She grabbed a few of her new outfits that Billy ordered for her and went into the bathroom to pack some toiletries. 

When she turned around from grabbing her toothbrush, Billy was right behind her. She gasped from being startled. She didn’t hear him walk in. He smiled because he found it comical that he scared her.

He grabbed the bag from her hand and put it on the bathroom floor, “Take off your clothes.”

Cassidy’s insides began to feel like jello from nerves, “B-but I’m not finished packing.”

He stepped closer and leaned down to her face, “I said, take off your clothes.”

She began to shudder. Was this the moment that she has been so terrified of? Was he going to force himself on her? Would he hurt her? Her mind raced with horrible thoughts, but she did as she was told because she was too panicked to find out what would happen if she didn’t.

“Y-yes Billy.” she said shakily as she began to pull up her shirt.

After completely undressing, Cassidy looked up at Billy with tears in her eyes. She sniffled and waited for Billy to tell her what to do next.

“Why are you crying?” Billy asked calmly as he gently caressed her arms.

“I’m sorry Billy, I’m just really nervous.” Cassidy said anxiously. 

“Nervous because of a shower?” 

Her heart skipped, “A sh-shower?”

“Yes, silly.” He said as he took off his clothes.

After taking off all of his clothes, Billy walked over and started the shower. Cassidy was still in shock and quite nervous because she has yet to shower with Billy. Billy motioned for her to get into the shower, then he followed. 

The shower had two shower heads and had plenty of room inside for both of them. Billy grabbed the shampoo and squirted some into his palm. He turned her around and began washing Cassidy’s hair. 

She didn’t really know what to do or think. As she rinsed the shampoo from her hair, her mind kept racing with thoughts. She wiped the water from her eyes and looked at Billy. His perfect body and dark hair getting soaked by the hot steaming water. She couldn’t stop staring. Billy noticed her watching him wash himself and smiled. 

“So what did you think was going to happen Cass?” He said knowing exactly what she was thinking.

Cassidy broke from her trance and locked eyes with Billy, “I uh, well I…”

Billy inched towards her, “Did you think I’d do something?

She opened her mouth, but couldn’t speak.

“Maybe I’d do something like this?” Billy said as he spun her around to now have her back up against his chest.

“I…”

“Or maybe this?” he said, now caressing her breasts with his large hands.

She began to breathe heavier and her eyes were shut, “I…”

“You've been such a good girl for me. Good girls should get rewarded, don’t ya think?” His right hand is now trailing past her chest and down her stomach.

Her head is laying on his chest and she lets out a small whine, “Yes Billy.”

She has never been touched like this before and she had no idea what to do. She was just letting him do whatever he wanted to her because right now, she was feeling so good. She could feel her pussy tingling the closer his hand got.

When his middle finger reached her clit, he pressed down, and Cassidy let out a moan. Billy smiled and continued to draw circles on her swollen clit and pinched her nipple with the other hand. Cassidy was unsure exactly what she was feeling, but the faster he got, the more she moaned and whined in pure ecstasy. 

“Billy!”

“That’s it baby. Just relax.”

She grabbed onto Billy’s strong arms and he plunged a finger inside of her wet entrance. She screamed out. He pulled his finger in and out of her faster and faster until she let go and her pussy tightened around him. 

“Billy!” she screamed. 

“There’s my girl.” he said into her ear as he let her ride out the intense orgasm. 

She came hard and her body collapsed. Billy pulled out his finger and picked her up into his arms. He turned the water off and carried her to the bed. He didn’t care how wet they were. He laid her down in the bed and climbed in behind her.

“Sleep now sweetheart. We have a long day tomorrow.”

[ittybxttykxttytxtty]

Brooklyn Baby (Part 2)

Dark!Billy Russo x Rawlins!Reader

Word Count: +1,621

Warning(s): None in this chapter.

Author's Note(s): This chapter is pretty much just a filler on the reader's backstory and how her life was like growing up.

For the past few weeks, you and Billy have been messaging each other back and fourth. It got to the point where you'd send out a text almost every single day. There was this connection felt between the two of you. At least that's what you believed. Billy would send you the occasional sky view from his office and you'd take a picture of a pastries from your favorite café.

A sudden 'ping' sound came from your phone. Billy's message reads, 'Looks good baby.' a nickname he started calling you, it never ceased to make your face heat up. He began to casually drop pet names here and there but you didn't feel the need to say anything. In fact, you didn’t mind at all. Part of the reason being the way it made a small pool between your thighs.

Guys weren't your specialty, for the longest time you were convinced none of them liked you. That there was something wrong with you for being so inexperienced. Growing up as a Rawlins, your father made dating impossible. It was out of the picture, literally. He had you attend the best all-girls private schools money could buy. You felt bad for not telling him about Billy, but then again his reaction would always be extreme in cases like this.

But you knew he would've loved to get to know Billy. He made you feel...special. This was the first time in your life where you genuinely felt seen and heard. It was time you started to live a little. There was nothing to worry about if no one knew who you were. Billy was this sweet guy who wanted to know the real you.

Another 'ping' came from your phone, 'Which cafe?' the message reads. Billy already knows where you are. He's hacked your phone about a week ago and has been keeping tabs of your everyday movements, even reading your private messages. He's just waiting for the right answer to pop up.

When you tell him the name of the store, he springs into action. 'Alright I'll be there.' checkmate. He swiftly changes his clothes from a tailored suit and tie, to a sweater and semi-messy hair. Something more laid back and casual for the occasion. He doesn't want to stick out like a sore thumb. It's a good thing the café wasn't too far from his office.

You swear your heart skips a beat after reading it. There's a feeling of excitement knowing that you'd finally get to see him again. It almost felt like a movie. Technically, none of your Dad's rules had been broken. What he doesn't know won't kill him. And besides, it was about time you made your own decisions. You giggle to yourself.

"And what's so funny?" turning around to find Billy now standing in the café. He's wearing more casual clothes this time, a simple dark hoodie with a leather jacket and some jeans. Not like his usual suit and tie but still, every inch of his body screamed 'boyfriend material'. He looked absolutely dreamy.

Billy flashes you a genuine smile, "Hey there sunshine." he knows that would make you all shy and giddy. That's what you liked so much about him. He didn't care so much about image. He simply lived in the moment. He was from the outside of your circle, coming from a whole other world. Billy was just...Billy. That's what you liked the most about him. He didn't care what anyone else thought of him.

You try your best not to show how excited you were to see him. Since he had always kept himself calm and collected. He tilts his head, "I came all the way here to say hi and you're not even gonna greet me?" he opens his arms. Only then would you embrace him in a shy hug. Billy however, made sure to take his sweet time.

He wraps his strong arms around you, embracing you with a firm hold. Your face pressed into his shoulder, catching a whiff of his expensive cologne. You've never been so close to another man before. it felt almost wrong but you wanted--craved more of him.

You and Billy were complete opposites. He had this certain swagger and suave personality to him that intrigued you in the first place. But what had you smitten, was the secretly sensitive side. It took some time and effort, but eventually Billy learned to be himself around you. At least the side he custom built especially for you. A gentleman, like you've always dreamt of. Someone to sweep you off your feet and take you away from this boring life.

Billy tells you details of his life. How he grew up as an orphan on the streets. He knows every part of this city by heart. You felt it was only right you did the same. You began to open up a little about your life. Leaving out a few details of your family background. But he's done his homework, already knowing everything there was. It was surprising finding out there was nothing about your mother or her whereabouts.

He can hear words coming from your mouth, and tries his best to pay attention. But it's hard when one already knows the answers to the test. "He keeps telling me I'm too old to be dependent, but too young to make any 'brash decisions'." rolling your eyes at the encounter. Billy raises his brows, pretending to be surprised, "Really? he thinks that little of you?"

You nod enthusiastically, "I know right?!" falling for the act. Billy decides to take this opportunity and do some little investigating himself, "So mom's the good cop." his secret card in hand. Your shoulders sink, "Well...it's been kind of hard being raised by one parent. For the most part it's mainly been my dad and me."

"Oh..."

"Yeah I never got to know her. Sorry, I forgot to tell you that,"

He's grateful you did, "Hey, it's okay...I never got to know my ma either," he held your hands in his, rubbing his thumbs against the soft skin. It was a little white lie. Billy left his mother in a vegetative space as revenge for abandoning him. In his defense, she never even tried.

Billy wouldn't blame your old man for keeping an extra precaution. He thinks it's humorous how an old-lard like him could produce such a sweet piece of ass. It was astonishing, really. He'll have to thank your mom for putting in the work.

Time went by fast, it's almost a few minutes until closing time. You gasp at the time and leap from your seat. Billy held your hands in his, "Hey, what's the rush hm?" tilting his head. You look up at the clock and then to him, signaling it was time to leave. Billy looked almost upset that you were leaving. You grip his wrist, "Maybe some other time?" those words made his face light up.

You insisted that a taxi would be fine but he pleaded to take his car instead, knowing that your car was still in the shop. Billy had tagged the inside of your car with a hidden tracker. He hopes the mechanic won't find it. He takes you out on his ride again. It was almost sunset and you needed to be home by then. You can't help but feel nervous this time around. You didn't have a car but that still wasn't an excuse. Your dad would become suspicious if you showed up late again.

That's when it hit you. Billy had made the wrong turn. You turn to him with a meek voice, "Billy..."

"Yeah sweetheart?"

"This isn't the way to my house."

"I know that, I just I wanted to show you this new--"

"Billy, my dad could be home any second-"

"I know, baby, but I wanted to let you--"

"BILLY STOP!"

You felt the belt dig into your chest by how hard he hit the breaks. His entire demeanor shifts. He's visibly pissed and doesn't bother hiding it. His voce is deep as it rumbles, "I'm sorry is there something the matter?" his voice sounding more like him trying to control his anger. He stares blankly at the road ahead and for a moment there's only silence. You're the first one to speak up, "M'sorry...I just...my dad--"

"'S'alright." he shrugs. The rest of the ride was spent in awkward silence. You felt bad for yelling at Billy, but couldn't risk losing your father's trust. Billy parks right by the front gate of your house. He lets out a long sigh before getting out of the car and opening your door. Even when he was mad he still went out of the way to do the little things. That's why he's different from any other guy, that's what made him so special.

You felt bad for cutting things short. Maybe it was the best that the two of you parted ways, "I'm sorry that I yelled at you Billy--"

"Why are you apologizing?" he starts to laugh, which made you awkwardly chuckle. Billy wraps you in a hug, "Baby I should be the one apologizing. I wanted to do something and should've told you ahead." he brushes a hand through your hair. His eyes soften when they meet yours. Billy whispers, "Next time we have to plan something special, alright? Just the two of us."

In the back of your mind Rawlins' stern voice gave the order 'Out of sight out of mind.' trying it's best to cloud your judgement. Your father still thinks you don't know a thing about relationships. It was time to prove him wrong. You wanted to show him that you can make your own life decisions, starting with now, "I'd love that Billy."

It's true, you didn't mind that at all. As Billy bid you a farewell, you made your way back home. Part of you couldn't help but wonder about his suggestion, did that technically count as a date? You sure hoped so!

Although his plan didn't quite worked out the way he’d hoped, Billy was thankful you agreed to meet again. A gal like you didn't know what you really needed. But no worries, you have him to guide you. He chuckles at the thought of it, molding a member of the Rawlins clan into his pretty little plaything. Now that is a challenge he's willing to try out.

[billyrussohaven]

Into my Web

Chapter 15

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.

The next morning Billy was up and out before you'd even woke up. Technically he didn't need sleep and he hadn't really slept that night. He'd vented most of his anger, taking it out on you, but the hurt from his brother was harder to get rid of and it made his chest uncomfortably tight. He didn't like it. Sure Frank had apologised before you and Billy left but it wasn't the same. The rift between him and Frank now felt even bigger, like a giant chasm in the middle of them both and Billy despised it. Why couldn't Frank just accept him? It wasn't like Frank was a choir boy himself and he just didn't understand why he was being treated so unfairly for simply being who and what he was now. Billy knew if Karen pulled half the shit he did that Frank would forgive her. What happened to Frank's loyalty to him? They were supposed to be family. The whole thing was bullshit and he hated how much pain it caused him. He'd gone his life without a family, finally found one in the Castle's only to have it ripped away. And now his brother and his new mismatched found family were turning their backs on him too. 

He idly wondered about reaching out to Micro. Frank and Karen had loyalty to each other so Karen was out of the question, even if Billy saw the darkness in her that could match his own. Her love for Frank had tainted it. Curtis was out of the question since he'd always been the voice of reason and always had a way of looking at Billy like he'd done something wrong, even before they were turned. Micro was a little different though. He didn't like the shit Billy did but he'd never made it into a huge deal either. There'd even been a few times he'd stuck up for Billy to Frank, defending him for choosing to live his life as the animal he was. He'd always been a little more neutral, seeing it from both sides. The issue would be Micro still being loyal to Frank too though and Billy didn't need Micro going back and telling Frank about every little detail and reporting about you. In the end, really he had no one. Everyone he used to have would always be loyal to Frank first. The realisation stung like a bitch.

He returned to the house with you still peacefully sleeping in bed, the usual waffles and ice cream that he would typically get you the day after he'd punished you. He wasn't sure just what your mental state would be today given the stool punishment was new. He'd grown accustomed to how you reacted after the closet but that was playing into one of your worst fears. He didn't know if the stool would affect you worse or not as much, or maybe just the same. But he'd go through the same motions to condition you into seeing how if you were good, then he could be good to you too. He set the waffles on the night stand as he perched on the bed next to you, stroking a hand through your soft hair.

"Wake up, kitten. Breakfast," he murmured softly, his hand still caressing your hair. He'd be soft with you today and he felt so drained, he was almost glad for it if he was honest. Maybe deep down he also needed some comfort. To be close to someone. To not feel so goddamn alone. He loathed how Frank had him feeling so fucking emotional. Billy hated feeling anything at all.

You opened your heavy eyelids and blinked up at him as you woke up. You smiled, feeling his soft and kind touch in your hair. 

"Good morning. Oh! Waffles?" You said in a sleepy voice. The smell of the hot waffles and ice cream made your mouth water and you were touched he got you your favourite this morning. You sat up and scooted to rest against the headboard stretching your body awake a bit.

"They smell very good," you said, eyeing the plate on the nightstand but not reaching out for it. It'd be bold of you to think they'd be yours right away even if they usually were yours. You gave him a small smile and waited for his instructions like a good behaved pet.

"Hope you're hungry," he smiled wryly, being a lot nicer than the day before as he grabbed the tray and plastic cutlery and moved to sit beside you properly. You seemed to be in good spirits which was good. A lot easier to deal with than you being too broken or upset. 

"Would it please you to feed me or have me do it myself?" You asked since the last few times he brought you this specific breakfast he fed you himself while watching a movie or a TV show.

He glanced at you as he toyed with the cutlery.

"What would you like?" He asked simply, a sweet smile toying on his lips. Today would be all about you and whatever you wanted.

“I like when you do it,” you murmured, looking at him sheepishly. You really did like it when he took care of you this way and today, you needed the extra attention. Yesterday’s adventure both at Frank’s and here still on your mind.

His smile widened at your words, pleased with your answer. He was glad you liked it when he fed you, he enjoyed doing it and he knew it helped to strengthen the bond which would always be slightly fractured when he'd had to put you back in your place.

"What you wanna watch while you eat?" He asked softly as he started cutting up the waffles.

“Can we watch your favourite DVD?” you suggested, taking the first bite of the food with a moan. It was perfect as always, warm and fresh with your favourite ice cream on top. You looked up at him licking your lips with a pleased smile and snuggled closer to him.

He thought for a moment before he smirked to himself, knowing just what to show you. You'd asked for his favourite after all and while it was hard to pick, this was on the list. 

"Alright, lemme just put it on," he replied. He set the food on your lap before he got up, looking through his drawer before going over to the TV. Once it was all set up, he grabbed the remote and moved to sit by you once more, pressing play as he grabbed the food and fed you some more.

“Is this something new?” you asked with a mouthful and chuckled a bit, putting a hand over your very full mouth to finish swallowing first. You gave him a timid apologetic smile and settled back in your little nest with him.

He snorted and shook his head fondly before glancing back at the TV.

"Yeah, it's new. It's one of my favourites and you've liked the other ones I liked too. You might like this one too," he smiled. He was unsure how you'd react to it honestly. It was a little more intense to the movies he usually put on for you but he was testing the waters, his curiosity burning at what you'd think.

You gave him a warm smile and turned your head to the TV. It definitely was new right away with the lack of male presence you were used to seeing by now. It hooked your curiosity right away, never seeing two women together before. They kissed and touched each other with a hunger that made you blush. They were absolutely gorgeous and you wondered how it’d feel to kiss one. You brushed your own lips absentmindedly with your fingers as you stared at the TV completely transfixed. 

Billy kept watching you from the corner of his eyes, taking in your reactions. There were subtle changes in your scent and heartbeat that let him know you were interested in what you were seeing. His lips tugged into a small smirk as he moved to feed you another mouth full of the waffles and ice cream, wishing he knew just exactly what you thought about what was playing on screen. He stayed silent, eyes darting from you to the TV although you were far more fascinating in that moment to him than the movie he'd already seen a bunch of times. He often loved just watching you and how you reacted to things, like you were something he was intently observing and studying. There was just something about you that fascinated him that way.

“Is it different when you kiss a man and a woman?” you asked curiously after swallowing a bite and opening up for another. You tore your gaze from the TV to look up at him.

He spooned the food into your mouth as he looked at you properly with a smile.

"What'd you mean?" He asked, cutting up the waffles some more. He enjoyed how curious and interested you seemed about the whole thing.

You munched on the bite and thought about it for a few.

“Well, does it feel different? Taste different or -” you said before stopping somewhat abruptly mid sentence seeing a man join the two women on screen. You blinked back at the screen dumbly for a few before resuming your munching and gave Billy a quick look, waiting on his answer.

He bit his lip to suppress his smirk as he noticed your reaction to the man on screen. 

"It's not really different. Kinda the same, I guess. Depends on the person. Some people like the opposite sex, some people like the same sex and some like both. And then you got people that don't like any," he shrugged. Out of all the things he thought he'd be talking about with the movie, he didn't expect to talk about sexuality with you.

“Okay, cool,” you said with a small shrug. It sounded simple enough to you and your attention went right back to the screen. You tilted your head to the side slightly like a curious cat and wondered if Billy ever did that before. It seemed to be like a lot of people to take care of at the same time.

“Have you..” you asked him, spaced out and not really tearing your attention off the screen as the man fucked one of the girls as the other licked and ate the other. 

"What? A threesome?" He asked, grabbing the last bit of waffles and ice cream and offering it to you. You took the bite and nodded at him. 

"I've had a couple," he answered casually, setting the now empty tray on the nightstand with the cutlery. You seemed so intrigued by all of it and he found it a little amusing. You snuggled closer to him, resting your head on his chest as you played with his t-shirt. You wondered if it’d be something he’d bring up eventually or if it’d break some unwritten pet rules of his. You thought about when he brought that girl home, how it had felt and how much you hated every second of it. But you knew now he did that to punish you and it’d probably be very different with three consent people. You blinked quickly and shook yourself out of your daydreaming and back to the present with him.

He wrapped an arm around you, holding you close as a hand toyed with your hair. He liked how you felt in his arms like this. It helped ease the ache in his chest after the shitshow with Frank. He nuzzled your hair as he soaked you in and tried to let you fill the dull pang of loneliness that was gnawing at him. It was times like this he was glad he'd decided to purchase a pet. He wasn't sure just what he'd do if he was alone right now.

“Thank you for getting my favourite this morning,” you said, nuzzling his chest and giving him a warm smile. You sneaked a hand under his shirt and ran your fingertips on the soft skin of his lower belly just over his jeans. The movie was still on and it’d be a lie if you’d say you weren’t turned on by it. But you didn’t feel like having rough sex this morning. You felt like cuddling and kissing, slow soft pleasing and teasing sounded great right now. He smiled as his fingertips rubbed your scalp soothingly, happy you were appreciative of the little things he did for you. It was the reason he did them after all. He felt oddly content just relaxing like this with you, feeling untense and calm. 

“Would you enjoy a bath with me this morning before work?” You suggested looking up at him. You figured it’d please him to be washed and cared for before sitting at a desk all day and make stupid phonecalls. You also wanted to pause watching the movie because it was getting you too turned on to not have any relief afterwards. You knew you didn’t deserve any after yesterday.

He pressed a kiss to your head, breathing you in as he thought about it.

"Sounds good to me," he murmured against your hair. It definitely sounded more than appealing.

"Let me go draw the bath and get it ready for you then," you said, moving to kiss his cheek and cradle his face with one hand, taking in his handsome face. He was so handsome, patient and kind to you, it squeezed your heart painfully to remember how you've hurt him lately. You gave him another quick kiss. He smiled, tucking some of your hair behind your ear as he admired you. He was glad you seemed to be acting pretty normal today. Maybe he'd found an effective punishment that didn't leave you utterly broken after all. He was pleased and he'd definitely use it again if he had to.

You got off the bed and walked to the connecting bathroom taking off the cute silk nightgown he's gotten you the other day to wear to bed leaving you naked for his eyes. You bent over and turned on the faucets, filling the tub with hot water while you got fluffy bath towels for the two of you. You added some mineral bath salt you knew he liked to make it even more enjoyable. He moved to stand in the doorway, leaning against the door frame as he watched you with rapt attention. He didn't think he'd ever get tired of looking at you and your beautiful body. He was pretty sure you were made just for him. He'd never seen anyone more perfect. You turned off the faucets and walked to him with a little smirk. You slid your hands under his t-shirt and up his cool torso taking it off. You leaned forward and left open-mouthed kisses on his chest as you caressed down his back with your soft hands. He hummed at the attention, enjoying it as his hand wound into your hair. He pulled your face up to meet his and captured your lips in a deep kiss, loving the way you tasted and felt against his lips. You kissed him languidly and slowly, taking all the time in the world to taste and enjoy him. You moaned into the kiss one hand to the back of his neck playing with the soft baby hair and the other working on his belt and jeans.

He broke the kiss and gave you a devilish smirk, taking off his jeans and boxers fully and kicking them to the side. It was hard for him to believe that not that long ago, you wouldn't let him touch you, even in a non sexual way. Things had changed so much and he was glad for it. He was a very tactile person and he enjoyed being able to touch and kiss you whenever he wanted. And it only made it better that you were so willing and that recently you'd been the one initiating the contact with him.

You took a few steps backwards as you drank the sight of him and his perfect body. You stepped into the warm bath and kneeled down giving him an inviting smile.

"I'd like to wash you if you'd let me," you asked, taking a small cloth and one of his fancy soapbar. You were being so attentive today despite the plan that he was supposed to be spoiling you. He wasn't going to complain though. He enjoyed your attention and you wanted to please him like a good little pet. 

You moved back to one side of the tub so he could sit on the other side facing you. You let him sit back and relax a bit. You sneaked between his long legs and sat back on your heels. You bit your lower lip seeing his wet naked body all yours to touch and you couldn't stop yourself as you leaned forward to kiss him again with a soft groan. He kissed back, his hand cradling your jaw as he soaked in your affections. You moved back slightly and ran the soapy cloth over his chest and shoulders, taking a moment to massage his tense shoulders.

"I don't think I've ever said that I...uh I find you very handsome," you said timidly, not meeting his eyes and feeling your cheeks heat up. You massaged his neck and attempted a quick look at his face.

A sly smile pulled at his lips at your compliment. He'd been complimented a lot in his life. Most of the time actually. He was never shy of them. Yet somehow your compliment made him feel a little weird and he wasn't sure what to do with that.

"You do, huh?" He asked teasingly, unable to not smile as he glanced at you. He figured you'd found him attractive given how you seemed to love fucking him so much. But you'd never actually told him out loud. 

"I've never seen someone that I like to look at as much as you. I hope that's not rude or odd of me to say," you added with a sheepish smile.

He snorted softly and reached out to stroke your cheek.

"Nah, it's fine. I like lookin' at you too, kitten," he grinned, leaning in to kiss you softly. You smiled into the kiss and moved your soapy hands all over him. You enjoyed the silky slippery feeling of the soap between your bodies. One hand trailed down underwater to his already hard cock and you gave it lazy strokes as you kissed him.

He moaned softly into the kiss, arching up a little as his hands trailed over your wet body. They moved to your breasts and he palmed them gently as he enjoyed the feeling of your hand around him. You moaned, your soft lips hovering above his as you fisted him faster. You leaned forward and slipped slightly making you squeal and chuckle.

“I think you need a bigger bath,” you said between chuckles over his lips with a grin.

He snorted as his hands slid around to your ass, massaging it firmly.

"Nah, I like havin' you this close," he teased with a smirk, nipping your lower lip playfully.

You laughed suggestively crossing your arms around his neck and pulled yourself flat over his body. You kissed him sweetly, as his hands explored your body until the water turned cold around you two naked bodies.

You got dressed after what felt like an hour long bath and went to get your daily chores started. You made sure to put an extra care on making everything perfectly clean and placed. You were cleaning the tile floor in the other bathroom with a brush and you kept thinking about that movie he picked earlier. How it was one of his favorite and that he had that kind of sex before. You wondered if he'd like to have it again and with you this time. You knew he often went out to feed and fuck gorgeous women, often both with the same one that he'd discard 6 feet under afterwards. He never did that with you because he wanted to keep you around. The thought filled your chest with a warm fuzzy feeling and gave you courage to bring it up. You tried very hard to imagine how you'd feel sharing him with another female. It sent a painful jab to your chest but at the same time you found yourself curious and turned on. He'd probably be into it if you were and he'd be able to feed and enjoy your body too. You kept cleaning the floor and by the time you were done, you had a pretty good plan A, B and C if needed. You just had to stop by his bookshelves and his personal bar first.

You knocked on his office door politely even if it was open. 

"May I come in?" You asked giving him a smile and showed him the drink you had prepared for him.

Billy glanced up from his computer and felt his body relax at just the sight of you. He was getting agitated with all the paperwork bullshit he was doing. He missed being out there and involved in the action. He missed sparring and training with the guys. If you kept behaving he decided he'd go back to work, even if it was just part time. He was going a little stir crazy.

"Yeah," he replied as he leaned back in his chair. He was grateful for your distracting presence and more grateful for the drink in your hand.

You walked to his desk, handing him his favourite drink and waited for permission to talk as you stood next to him patiently.

He sipped at his drink as he sat there, dark eyes watching you carefully. When you stayed put, he smirked and cocked a brow.

"Need somethin', kitten?" He asked, amused.

"I've been thinking while doing my daily chores and I'd like to suggest a…" You trailed off trying to remember the speech you've been preparing for the past hour.

"A useful, entertaining and valuable learning experience that I believe would please you greatly," you said, remembering the big smart words you picked to sell your idea to him with a bright smile. Both brows rose then as he looked at you, curiosity and amusement tickling at him at your words. It felt like a sales pitch.

"Lemme hear it then," he shrugged with a smirk.

"Hy-po-the-ti-cal-ly, in a situation where you'd be interested in said suggestion," you said giggling at the amused face he made at you with your fancy words.

"You would go out and find a woman of your choice that could suddenly drop off the map and never reappear. You would then charm said woman and bring her back home, compel her and uh," you said before swallowing nervously for the rest of the speech.

"And you would then proceed to have a threesome with me and her, however you'd want," you added, dropping the bomb and waiting for the explosion. 

He blinked at you for a moment as his brain had a hard time comprehending your words. Not only were you asking for a threesome with another girl, but the wording made it clear what you were suggesting he'd do to the girl. He was completely shocked if he was honest, he hadn't seen this coming. He hadn't realised that his mind games had altered your mental state this much since the last time he'd had another girl here. He remembered that night crystal clear and just how you reacted back then.

"You could feed on her, have some of your favorite sex and...Well, I'm awfully curious about it to be openly honest with you. I'd follow your rules and if you don't want me to do or try something, I won't," you added but hoping he'd let you try her too. Seeing the two ladies together seemed to please the man in the movie so maybe it'd please Billy to see you try stuff with the other one. It stung everytime you imagined her touching him or him fucking her. You hated it but you knew he'd be pleased and you'd be the one with the praise and rewards afterwards. She'd just be dead.

"I can take care of the body afterwards too," you added to sweeten the deal. You kept your mouth shut and let him think about it.

He was absolutely dumbstruck. Never did he think you'd suggest something like this and you were so casual about burying the girl after too, like it was as simple as breathing. He was pleased at the progress he'd made with you but he was also a little taken aback. 

"Alright… I'll be honest, I'm very interested. But what if you throw another tantrum again? Last time I was with another girl, you got pretty… jealous," he smirked, eyes twinkling gleefully as he remembered. He found it amusing and also satisfying how jealous he could make you. And he knew the circumstances were different. It was a punishment last time, you'd been forced to watch and not participate. But still, he really didn't feel like dealing with a brat if he was promised a threesome and some blood. His mouth watered at the prospect.

"Jealous? Oh!" You exclaimed looking down at him in his chair. So that's what it is then, jealousy, the uncomfortable angry feeling you had and have when he's with another woman. You recovered quickly and answered him.

"Well, if I understood correctly, this time everyone gets to be touched and feel good, right? Like nobody gets left out so it won't be because I've been a bad girl, it'll be different, right?" You said knowing very well your heartbeat kicked up a notch but you stood your ground and had to keep believing he'd shower you with praises afterwards. He said it plenty of times before after all, you behave like a good girl and I reward you, those were the rules.

His lips curled into a sly grin as he heard your heartbeat and he reached out to grab your hand.

"It'll be different, nobody gets left out," he confirmed with a nod.

"So I get to be fully included in it, it'll be fun! After all, I'm your good kitten, I'm yours and she's just entertainment, right?" You asked with a bright smile squeezing his hand in yours, proud that he was very interested in your suggestion. You were already thinking about it, what she'd look like, what would happen and what you'd like to try. He resisted the urge to laugh, fully amused by the way your mind worked. He had a feeling you'd still get jealous but hopefully you'd be a little distracted to act out about it.

"Mhm, just entertainment. You're my good little kitten," he smirked wryly.

"Good! So uh, I'll let you finish up and maybe you could meet me in the living room later? So we can chat about it, tell me the rules and your expectations and stuff?" You suggested with a wicked grin.

"If you want, of course," you added quickly with a smile and a little bow as you slowly walked backwards. He raised his brows as he watched you walking away, wondering once again how you could be so sweet and innocent yet such a little vixen at the same time.

"Alright," he murmured, still amused.

"Okay, bye!" You said cheerfully, turning around and leaving the room frolicking excitedly. You couldn't stop grinning at how shocked and pleased he looked by your proposal. You felt so proud of yourself and you couldn't wait for him to shower you with praises and kisses for it.

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Angel of Small Death

Part 8 of my Halloween mini series!

Dark! Frank Castle, Dark Priest! Billy Russo, Dark Priest! Matt Murdock.

Warnings: Blasphemy, death, guilt, corruption, threesome, oral (f/m) smut.

A/N: It's only gonna get worse

Father Heath is found dead the next morning.

His body, in such a state of decomposition that the doctor had dissuaded you from viewing it.

You were glad for it, you didn’t think you could look upon another dead body, ever since you’d been forced to assist with the ones that perished in the mysterious plague, the very idea of a corpse made you ill.

Father Russo is kind enough to visit you, in your office after the body has been found. His arms are tight around your body, quiet whispers, promises, that everything would be well.

You’re distressed, crying into his shoulder, he looks pained to see you this way, but all you feel is the helplessness you experienced not too long ago.

It had apparently been an accident, in the pouring rain, Father Heath had slipped, and fell head first from one of the outlying granges, used to keep some of the grains safe and dry in the wet season.

It comforts you, that his death was most likely quick. Billy reassures you that he most likely felt absolutely no pain in his last moments.

You hold Vigil that evening in the church. It’s the first time in a while that the rain doesn’t fall, and in the morning, funeral mass is held.

You sit among your sisters, listening to them sniffle, watching as Matt delivers the final sermon.

His voice is calm, soothing, you close your eyes and simply listen to him. It helps a lot, and when he’s done, you follow behind as they take the coffin to its final resting place in the cemetery.

You sit in the bathing pool for hours after, examining the sprigs of floating lavender that pass you by, thinking about the inevitability of death, and the ways that your actions hold the shape of your afterlife.

.

.

.

“Bless me Father, for my sins.” You murmur, lifting your rosary, to kiss the crucifix.

“Speak your burdens, and they shall be heard.” A familiar voice responds, differently cadenced than Matt’s.

“It has been one week since my last confession, and though I have atoned for my sins, I still feel the weight of them.”

“It is normal to feel this way. Tell me what troubles you.”

Billy.

You swallow.

“I have allowed myself to sin carnally, and…I find that my body yearns for it.”

He makes a low hum of contemplation from the other side of the wall. You grip your skirts, trying to ignore the way he makes you feel.

“What do you yearn for?” He asks.

“Touch, Father, I yearn to be touched.”

You hear rustling from the other side of the wall.

“By yourself?”

“N-no- by… others.”

“Speak their names, give them power.”

You feel your heart kick in surprise at his debauched words.

“Father Murdock, Father Russo…” You swallow, “Mister Castle.”

“And what would you have them do to you?” Father Russo asks next.

“Is… discussing this appropriate?”

“Of course… How can I help you if I do not know the extent of your fantasies?”

You pause for a second, deep in thought.

“Their hands, their mouths, I can’t stop thinking about how they would feel on my skin, pressed against my body.”

“Good. Tell me where.”

“Where?” You stutter out.

“Don’t be shy, tell me what you think about.”

There are so many things, you don’t know where to begin.

“I want to kiss them, feel their lips on mine, move between them. I want bruising, punishing kisses, and soft, sweet kisses and hungry, devouring ones too.”

“All of them? At once?”

You let out a shaky breath.

“Yes,” You almost moan, pulling your skirts up, desperate to relieve some of the ache in your body brought upon by speaking about this topic.

“I want them to lie with me, take care of me, touch each part of me.”

On the other side of the wooden wall, you hear a slow groan.

Did he like your words too? Did he agree with them? Did he want to see your fantasies fulfilled?

“I need you to touch yourself now,” Billy utters on a pained breath, “Reach down, and ease that feeling inside of you.”

You don’t need any more persuasion, reaching down, cupping your heated flesh, fingers delving right to your sticky center.

You let out a soft gasp, your head thuds against the wood as it falls back.

“That’s it, just like that.” Billy guides.

You bite down on your bottom lip, sighing, thinking about the things you might let them do if they pleased, anything to feel that release.

“Father Russo.” You gasp out, shaking your head, needing more than your fingers could give.

He groans.

You hear the distinct sound of hinges squeaking as a door opens, and then movement, before a little knock on your side of the confessional.

Your lips part in surprise, you right yourself hastily, leaning forward, you unlatch the door to find Billy looking down at you with hungry eyes.

He steps in, closing the door behind him, before moving to stand in front of you.

What if someone had seen him? You don't get the chance to say anything before he lowers himself to his knees in front of you.

“You make me, insatiable, little lamb, and I will not be denied any longer.”

His eyes on yours, he reaches under your skirts, warm hands gliding along your legs gently, working their way up… up… until his fingers curl on the edges of your undergarment. 

“I'll make you feel good.” He promises, when he notices your hesitation, and you swallow, finding the words to protest.

“We shouldn’t.” You try softly, wondering why you picked now to suddenly defy him.

The corner of his mouth tilts up.

“Don't you trust me?” Billy asks softly.

You swallow, nodding automatically. Despite being apart for years, you knew that he was always someone you could depend on. There had never been a moment where you wondered if he was capable of leading you astray, and you weren't about to start now.

He tugs your undergarment down your legs, and you stiffen when he pushes your legs apart to settle between them.

He makes a soft hum of appreciation, before leaning in to kiss your thighs.

The sensation is so soft, so careful, that you feel your own fragility, tipping your head back, letting out a little gasp as his mouth pays you careful attention.

Is this what Eve felt? When she sinned for the very first time? How euphoric, how worshipped her experience might have been and you think you understand her just a little bit more.

When his tongue presses between your thighs, you have that aching sensation of familiarity, mixed with the sweet burning of ecstasy in your head.

You gasp, saying his name as pleasure rolls over you, the filthy sound of his tongue exploring you reaching your ears.

When his movement increases, you feel your body fight to succumb, muscles going pliant, thighs shaking as they try to comprehend the pleasure.

The squeaking sound of the confessional door opening fills your ears, your eyes open in panic.

It's not your side- it must be the other, you hear dull shuffling, before someone softly clears their throat.

You glance down at Billy between your thighs for help but he seems absolutely unbothered by the new developments.

Through the crisscrossed slats in the wood, you catch sight of red rimmed spectacles.

“Speak when you are ready.” Matthew’s voice says calmly on the other side.

You feel Billy’s tongue glide over your sensitive bundle of nerves.

“Bless me… Father, f-for my sins.”

You hear him let out a deep chuckle.

“Speak your sins, little one.”

Speak? You were supposed to speak? 

“It's been a few days since my last confession, and I find myself-ah- plagued with desire.”

Billy huffs in amusement, his breath tickling your center.

“In what way has this desire manifested?”

“Ph- physically- my body aches for release like never before.” Your eyes roll back into your head for a moment as Billy’s lips close around your bud.

“You poor thing,” Matthew hums, his voice sweetly sympathetic, you could only wonder if he had any inclination that on the other side of the wall you had another priest feasting hungrily between your thighs.

“Have you tried to resist temptation? To pray for strength in overcoming these carnal urges?”

“Yes I’ve tried,” You whisper hoarsely, “But they won’t go away, they won’t accept defeat.”

“I understand, little one. These desires are persistent, aren’t they? And yet, perhaps there is a freedom to surrendering to one’s true nature, embracing the passions that burn within us, rather than denying them.”

You find yourself nodding along helplessly while Billy licks you eagerly.

“Perhaps it is time to confront these feelings head-on. To acknowledge the fire that rages inside you and seek a way to quench its thirst.”

“Please, Father Murdock,” You gasp, saying his name, feeling Billy’s hands tighten on your thighs, “Guide me.” You finish.

Matthew’s fingers push through the slats of wood, and with one great tug, the small crisscrossed panel comes free, leaving an open square gap in its place.

Billy pauses the movements of his tongue between your thighs to lift his head. You stare in amazement at the gap, knowing that it shouldn’t have been that easy to remove.

“F-Father Murdock?” You ask softly.

“Kneel, little one.” He answers without explanation.

You glance down at Billy in confusion, watching a devious and seductive grin grow on his face. He raises a hand, and presses a finger to his lips, an indication for you to not say anything to give away Billy’s presence.

Billy pulls away, and settles himself on the floor  facing upwards, gripping your leg and tugging you off the little wooden bench seat, tugging at you until your knees are on either side of his face, your body directly in front of the wooden gap, facing Matt.

You don’t have a moment to ponder on what exactly Billy hopes to achieve with you almost seated on his face- when Father Murdock’s straining member appears in front of you.

Your mouth drops open in surprise- never having seen one so… prominent. It’s large in every conceivable way, and you’re not entirely sure what he expects you to do with it.

The tip of it is a flushed pink, beaded with a clear substance, and you stiffen in fear, feeling Billy’s hands roam your thighs in an attempt to soothe you.

“Matthew?” You ask again, hoping for some guidance.

“Open wide, little one. Worship your priest as only a devoted acolyte can.”

You exhale a breath of anxiety, leaning in, your mouth wraps around the very tip of him.

He groans softly, leaning in till his hips are flushed to the open gap. You tilt backwards in response, lest you take a significant portion of his length into your mouth before you’re ready.

You’re unsure of how to move, but it’s as if your body knows, the instinct hidden deep within you, only coming forth when needed. Slowly, you begin to move your head back and forth, taking him into your mouth measuredly.

“That’s it,” Matt hums, “Don’t be afraid, embrace the pleasure.”

Your mouth wrapped around him, you moan in surprise when you feel Billy pull your hips onto his face, his tongue finding that aching spot inside of you once more.

It’s sin, it has to be. This was the pleasures of the flesh that you’d been warned about from an early age. The fear of enjoyment that the matrons had tried to beat into you, falling apart with just the touch of Billy’s tongue and a mouthful of Matthew’s swollen erection.

“You love this, don’t you, little one? You crave the taste of my divine body.”

You moan in agreement, taking him deeper, hearing him stutter out a breath in response.

Billy’s tongue is equally wicked, delving into your deepest parts, flicking rapidly along your swollen bundle of nerves, making you more desperate to please.

You choke on Matthew’s erection, taking it too deeply in an impassioned moment, hearing the man before you groan especially loud.

You can barely think, squeezing your eyes shut, rocking your hips onto Billy’s tongue as your body burns, begging for a release that promises incoherence.

You work your mouth to the pace of Billy’s tongue, your jaw aching at Matthew’s size, your body tingles, nipples pebbled and rubbing against your underclothing, desperate to be free.

You moan around his erection, body shaking, the pleasure Billy gives you is so much more than you've ever experienced.

You squeeze your eyes shut, whines muffled by Matthew, and you take him in deeply as you feel your body reach its peak.

You tremble, rubbing yourself desperately onto Billy’s tongue as rapture, unlike anything you've ever experienced, fills you. From your aching center, all the way up your spine, filling your head with hazy thoughts of submission and obedience.

In the midst of it, you hear Matthew groan, before he spills into your mouth. 

You swallow without thinking, some of it slipping from the corner of your mouth as he draws away with haste, concealing himself before replacing the wooden panel that he'd ripped off.

You pant, leaning back, pulling your body off of Billy’s mouth to settle on the floor beside him. He lets out a soft chuckle, sitting up, your lower halves pressed together in the tight space.

He licks at his lips, you watch, transfixed, wiping his mouth to rid himself of any evidence of debauchery.

His eyes filled with mirth as they study you. He reaches out, and uses a thumb to swipe at Matthew’s release on your face, guiding it into your mouth.

“What I wouldn't give to be able to take you right now.” He murmurs, deep in thought.

“What's stopping you?” You ask curiously, not totally sure if you were ready for that.

He shakes his head sadly, pulling you against him, cradling your body in the small space.

“It's not time.” He answers cryptically, holding you close in these moments as your bodies come to terms with the sins you've committed.

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