lieutenantwilliamrusso

[lieutenantwilliamrusso]

Still my fave thing I’ve written

Truce

A/N: You, Nikolai, and Aleksander come to an agreement. I fixed it. I fixed canon.

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, oral sex (m/f), face riding, threesome

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You're slumped in a threadbare chair while Aleksander paces and Nikolai lounges with his arm propped against the top of your seat.

"You cannot be serious." Alekesander bites out, dark eyes glinting with disbelief.

"Oh, please, so the only reason you've been coming to us each night is because you want to gloat? Threaten us perhaps? Nothing else?" You reply easily.

With Nikolai's newfound monster curling up around his insides, and the bond you share with Aleksander through the stag, the man in question has been able to visit either one of you at will.

"Threaten us with a good time, perhaps." Comes Nikolai's answer.

"Come on, Aleksander, a truce, for one night. It's not even real, you're the one who isn't even here." You reason, leaning forwards to pick up your tea and take a sip.

Aleksander is silent, a small frown pulling at his plush lips. But you know he's listening, you can see it on his face, in the tilt of his brows, the narrowing of his eyes, so black they seem to eat up the night outside.

"Tell me I'm wrong. That you don't visit us while we sleep, whisper in our dreams. That coming to see Nikolai while he's in the bath is just a coincidence. That you don't dream about me, too." You goad, lips curling into a smile.

You can see his frown beginning to melt as you point out how obvious he's been. You know he wants you, and on some deep, dark level, he's got a fascination with Nikolai as well. If you're honest, you're tired of this fight. Of losing innocent Grisha for the whims of powerful men. You want to go home, and you want to have Aleksander back on your side.

But right now, you want both of these men in your bed.

Aleksander's voice brings you out of your reverie.

"And if you are not wrong?"

"Then I would ask you to come here." You answer, setting down your tea as Nikolai's hands come to rest on your shoulders.

Aleksander begins to come forwards, and you stand to meet him. You take a step towards him, allowing Nikolai to move so he's at your side, shoulders touching.

When he's close enough that you feel the heat from his body, can trace the scars on his face with your eyes he pauses, seeking one last answer.

"A truce. Just for the night."

You nod, but Nikolai answers. "Just for the night."

Aleksander's lips are on yours and it's all you can do not to let your knees buckle. After weeks of hiding, sleepless nights and indescribable loss, you're here, mouths pressed together in a sloppy, rough kiss. You lunge into his arms, pressing the rest of you against him, too.

When you pull away, chest heaving for breath already, you turn to Nikolai. His cheeks are flushed, mouth red from biting his lips.

"Your turn." You say on a breath, stepping back to undo your uniform.

The two men turn to each other, regarding one another carefully for a moment before Nikolai takes the back of Aleksanser's head in one hand and leans in. When their lips touch the two groan quietly, and you press your thighs together at the sound. When your uniform has been shed and you're left only in your linen underclothes you turn back to them.

Aleksander's hands are on Nikolai's face, holding him in place. Nikolai has Aleksander's kefta in a death grip, pressing closer with each kiss. When you see Nikolai slip his tongue into Aleksander's mouth you moan out loud, lunging forwards to rejoin them.

You grip Nikolai's hair and pull him away, planting your mouth on his and slipping your tongue right in, unwilling to be parted from him. Aleksander takes the opportunity to wrap one arm around you, taking the fingers of his other hand to run through Nikolai's hair and over his neck, gently squeezing the nape.

When you've had your fill for a few seconds, you reach for Aleksander, pulling his face to yours and Nikolai's, slotting all three of your mouths together, sharing one kiss. Aleksander's tongue swipes against yours while Nikolai's slips into Aleksander's mouth. The three of you moan and pull at each other until Aleksander untangles you all.

"Bed. Now." He huffs.

You and Nikolai race to obey, Nikolai stopping to shed his boots and uniform jacket on the way. Aleksander reaches the bed first, shedding his boots and kefta on the chair next to it before removing his shirt.

His bare chest gives you pause, the blackened scars littering the skin like a map of the fold, cutting across the skin of Ravka. You feel a pang of guilt at the memory, wondering if any of this really had to happen the way it did. You wipe away any guilty thoughts when Nikolai joins you, shirtless, pants unbuttoned so the base of his hard cock is exposed.

Your mouth waters as you raise your head and catch Aleksander's eyes in the same place. You smile then, placing your hands on your hips and coking your head playfully.

"How do you want us, moi sovreigny?"

It’s Nikolai who answers as Aleksander’s eyes darken even further at your words.

“I want you on the bed, pants off. We’ll do the rest.”

You look over at Nikolai, his hazel eyes wild, blond curls already a mess. When he meets your gaze you read his plan on his face and your mouth begins to water at the thought. Without hesitation you strip the rest of the clothes from your body as Nikolai does the same, the two of you attempting to do it without removing your eyes from Aleksander’s own body as he reveals it to you.

In moments you’re bare to each other, the supple curve of your breasts, the thickness of both men’s cocks in clear view. Aleksander beckons you forwards, one hand moving to stroke himself.

When you and Nikolai reach him, Nikolai swats Aleksander’s hand away, replacing it with his own as Aleksander hisses at the contact. You start from Aleksander’s mouth, kissing him hard once more before moving over his neck, pale in the moonlight streaming in through the windows.

He groans at the attention, hips jerking up as Nikolai takes the tip of the other man’s cock into his mouth. You moan quietly, lavishing attention on any stretch of skin you can find, leaving little bites and kisses across it.

You move from his mouth to his jaw, down his neck and across his collar bones before laving over his nipples, giving each one a gentle bite as he gasps out in pleasure.

When you can’t take it anymore you slide all the way down, nudging Nikolai out of the way to slot yourself next to him, between Aleksander’s toned thighs. His cock sits hard and wet in front of you, and Nikolai wraps his fingers around the base of it, bringing the tip towards you. When you take it into your mouth you moan, tasting the salty hint of release on your tongue.

Nikolai pumps his hand in tandem with your mouth, until Aleksander is a writhing mess, one hand in Nikolai’s hair and the other fisted in Tue sheets beneath him. Nikolai moans at the harsh grip, grinding his hips down into the mattress.

“Oh, poor princeling can’t wait any longer can he?” Aleksander teases, the heaving of his chest giving away his desperation.

“Says you.” Is all Nikolai get out before Aleksander is pulling you off his cock.

“What did I do?” You whine.

“Come here.” Aleksander demands, pulling you until you’re seated over his mouth, his harsh breaths fanning over your heated core.

“Bring her your cock, prince.”

“I’m the king now, actually.”

“I don’t think that will matter in a second.”

You laugh at the two of them, leaning down to place a kiss on Nikolai’s length. You power swirls under your skin as Aleksander holds you, and you can feel the bond between you even now. You can feel the wanting.

You dip your head to suck Nikolai into your mouth as Aleksander licks at you. He buries his mouth in your pussy like he’s been starving for weeks, like he you’re the only thing that can save him. You moan and grind your hips down, coming up for air as he wastes no time slipping a finger into you.

You rock back onto it, already losing yourself to that sweet headspace only the two men beneath you can pull from you. The thought of being fucked tonight sends you deeper, until you’re lost to it.

You alternate, sucking one cock while stroking the other until you’re trembling, toes curling as the room fills with light, your first orgasm overtaking you as you ride it out on Aleksander’s tongue. When you’ve come down, he gently places you next to him on the bed, pulling Nikolai forward to kiss him, spreading the taste of you across Nikolai’s tongue.

Aleksander reaches down to wrap nimble fingers around Nikolai’s length, stroking gently as the other man whines. It’s a sweet, high sound he only releases when he’s close, and it makes you giggle, dumbstruck on the pleasure of it all.

When he pulls away, Aleksander turns to you.

“Who would you like?”

“Hm?” Is all your brain can muster.

Aleksander chuckles, Nikolai still in his arms.

“Looks like our summoner’s brain has leaked out of her cunt. Which one one of us would you like to fuck you first? You’ll take both of us tonight, little saint.”

You smile, opening your thighs as you close your eyes.

“Let’s see if I can figure out which one of you it is.”

Nikolai laughs and you giggle softly, biting your lip as you feel both men slide from the silken sheets. A moment later there are strong hands on your thighs, and your legs are pushed up towards your chest, exposing your glistening core to the air.

“Oh, Niko, you’ll have to try harder than that.” You taunt, opening your eyes.

“How’d you know?” He asks, pressing his forehead to your calf.

“You love this position.”

You both laugh as he slides in your slick heat, noises of amusement turning into groans of pleasure. He thrusts into you after a moment, fucking you deep and hard, the kind of all-consuming passion you’ve come to expect from the king.

While you’re being rocked into the mattress, Aleksander comes to sit beside your head, threading one hand into your hair and the other through your own fingers.

“You’ve done so well for us, milaya. It will be a pleasure to break you.”

It’s those words that send you over the edge again, gripping both men tightly as you arch your back and squeeze around Nikolai. His thrusts grow erratic for a moment before he’s following you over the edge, biting down on your calf as he releases inside of you.

You can feel the slick heat of his come as you tremble in pleasure, little whines escaping you.

Nikolai pants above you, taking the time to gently place your legs back onto the bed before placing a soft kiss upon your parted lips. He’s always gentle after, coaxing you into a bath or engulfing you in the soft heat of his arms.

Aleksander on the other hand would grip you like a vice, arms encircling you, reminding you there was no shelter better than him.

This thought of the Darkling brings you back to earth, eyes seeking the man in your mind. When you find him, he’s already at your cunt, swiping his fingers through Nikolai’s release spilling from you, taking some on his fingers to taste. The sight makes you clench around nothing, and you know Aleksander catches the movement when he smirks, popping one finger from between his lips, eyes glinting in the half-there light of the moon.

“On your front.” He says firmly, his hands joining Nikolai’s to turn you.

When you’re there, you raise your hips, pressing the front half of your body down into the bed, arching in anticipation.

He takes his time, knowing the waiting frustrates you, making you short with him. You know he’d love a chance to punish you, a hand across your ass, shadows held to your wrists like rope.

You don’t give him the satisfaction, eyes glued to Nikolai for balance, watching as he comes to sit in front of you, legs spread on either side of you. You pillow your head upon his thigh, breathing harshly as he pets you. Between the two most powerful men in Ravka, maybe the world, you feel sort of like a pet. And you don’t think you’d mind being at their mercy while they rule.

Your musings are interrupted when Aleksander finally pushes in, sliding all the way to the base easily. He’s just as thick as Nikolai, stretching you open around him as he builds a place for himself inside of you.

Little bursts of light bounce from your flushed skin as Aleksander’s hips collide with yours. It’s all you can do to cling to Nikolai and take it, the harsh pleasure of the Darkling. He fucks into you like you’re the only thing in the room, like there’s no one else he’d rather be with. It’s harsh, but possessive. This isn’t mindless treatment, it’s a reminder that you’re his.

And saints, you are.

Just like you’re Nikolai’s. And you think, deep down, they’re yours, too.

When you come you scream, nails digging into the meat of Nikolai’s thighs, face hidden from both men. Aleksander follows you seconds later, coming deep into you with a long growl, hips stuttering to a stop against your ass.

When he finally releases your hips from his bruising grip you slump down, the mixture of come slipping from your entrance as Nikolai soothes you.

Aleksander collapses next to you, his head on the outside of Nikolai’s other thigh. The king pets you both, soothing you into an easy slumber.

When you wake, the morning light streams in through the windows of The Spinning Wheel, warming your face. Nikolai is beside you, long lashes fanning across his tanned cheeks, one arm pillowing your head.

Aleksander is nowhere to be seen.

You can feel it, the lack of him, the space his presence leaves. You ache for him, both of them, and in the quiet space of the morning light you curse yourself for not telling him where you are.

You want to go home. Together.

“Stop thinking so hard, you look like you’re in pain, lover.” Nikolai mumbles, eyes just open to the morning.

“I want this to be over.” You say, meeting his gaze.

He strokes the backs of his fingers over your cheek, leaving trails of warmth in their place.

“I know. So it is.”

“What-”

You’re interrupted by a crashing series of knocks against the door.

“Yes?” Nikolai calls.

Tamar cracks the door and replies,

“Moi tsar, the Darkling has arrived.”

[lieutenantwilliamrusso]

Dang maybe I should start posting again :,)

[lieutenantwilliamrusso]

Inhale, Release

Warnings: Masturbation (f), Sex, Sir kink, Smoking kink, Mean! (ish) Billy, Submissive reader

Billy Russo x Female Reader

Summary: You love watching Billy smoke. He definitely notices.

A/N: This gif inspired me and I couldn't stop. Uhhh Billy Russo hot mysterious cigarette man??? Yes

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It starts innocently enough, a passing glance as Billy takes a drag from his cigarette, an acknowledgement of the way his long fingers grasp the tube just below the orange filter, fingers pinching slightly. And then all of a sudden it's the way the filter glistens a little from his spit, the way his lips look as the purses them to blow out the pungent smoke. In short, Billy smoking might be your new kink.

You start to observe him more often when he departs for the fire escape to take a smoke break, long legs straddling the window sill for a moment before he sits on a metal stair, pulling a cigarette from the pack. He lights up, taking the first drag slowly, savoring the feeling he gets as the nicotine enters his blood, calming him. His cheeks hollow a little when he takes a pull, and you're reminded of the way they look similar when his head is between your thighs, lips pressed tightly to your clit, sucking just the way you like. It makes you blush, how everything about Billy seems to turn you on eventually.

When he returns from the fire escape, he presses a kiss to your lips, the smoky taste lingering in his mouth.

"Hey, sweet girl. You waiting for me?"

"Always." You reply, hoping he doesn't ask why.

He smirks, noting the way you avert your eyes.

"What's wrong? Hm? You want something?" He teases.

You look up at him, eyes wide. To tell him or not to tell him? You opt for not saying anything, afraid he'll find it weird.

"Just missing you, that's all." You say coyly.

"Any particular part of me?" He replies, grabbing your hips to pull you into him.

"Well I always miss this cock." You purr, reaching down to stroke him through his jeans.

He groans, the deep, gritty sound going straight to your core.

"You want my cock in that sweet pussy?" Billy asks, quickly succumbing to your ministrations.

"Yeah, baby I do." You say, confidence returning in full force at his reaction.

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Often, after you're done having sex and Billy has held you for a long stretch of time, he lights up again. He'll sit up against the headboard, you usually spread across his lap in some way or another. He'll crack the bedroom window beforehand, letting a cool breeze graze your hot skin and carry out the smoke.

He does this now, the streetlights outside bouncing off his glossy eyes, creating kaleidoscopes you watch blink as the lights change color. He stares back at you, smoke curling from the end of the cigarette, one of Billy's hands massaging your scalp slowly.

He takes a long drag, and it moves you to speak.

"Can I?" You ask shyly.

You don't want a drag from the cigarette, you want him to blow the smoke directly into your mouth so you can taste his warm lips and breathe him in. He doesn't always let you, not liking it when you do any kind of smoking or smoking adjacent thing, but you always argue that the secondhand smoke is pretty much the same thing. It's why he usually elects to go outside, trying to keep his vices far away from you.

Tonight he relents, and you think that maybe this is where it started, feeling his fingers use your hair to tilt your head as he leans down to you. He presses his lips to yours lightly, a ghost of a thing, and exhales. You breathe in his warm breath, inhaling briefly before blowing the smoke out towards the window. He watches you closely, eyes glued to your mouth as you blow. You catch his eye and smile, and he can't help but capture your lips in a searing kiss.

The cigarette goes out early as Billy climbs back on top of you.

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After that, you're more confident in your observations. You start sitting with him on the fire escape with your head on his shoulder, a front row seat to your newest fantasy.

You hope he doesn't notice, but of course he does. Billy Russo never misses a thing, especially not when it comes to you.

"You've been out here with me a lot lately, any specific reason?" He asks lightly.

You have the distinct feeling he already knows your secret, but you won't just hand it over that easily.

"What, I can't be near you too much?" You joke, trying to laugh it off.

He wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you impossibly closer.

"You know if it were my way, you'd never leave my side, angel. Just wanna know why you like to watch me smoke." There it is, and suddenly you feel the heat rush into your cheeks. You hide your face in Billy's shoulder, still nervous to tell him.

"Hey, you can tell me. You know I don't judge." He reassures.

"Billy Russo you are the most judgy person I know." You retort.

He chuckles, kissing your temple.

"Not when it comes to you, brat."

"You promise not to laugh?"

"I solemnly swear not to be the judgiest person you know... momentarily." Billy promises.

You roll your eyes, deciding to go for it. If he thinks it's weird you can just go hide in the bedroom for the rest of eternity. It's fine.

"I think it's hot. You smoking. So I like to watch." You say, locking eyes with him.

He cocks his head, an incandescent grin spreading across his face.

"Oh, yeah? That's all?" He purrs.

"I like the way your hands look, the way your mouth wraps around it. Looks like you do when you go down on me." You admit, cheeks burning.

His smile doesn't fade as he leans in close, a conspiratorial glint in his eye.

"You're gonna go inside, and strip for me. Then you're gonna lay back on the bed and spread that sweet cunt for me. If I finish and come inside and I don't see that pussy I'm gonna spank it, you got it?" He orders, smoke escaping the corners of his mouth, circling his eyes in a fiery haze.

"Got it." You reply.

He raises an eyebrow, and you realize just how much of a rush you've given him. He wants something specific from you tonight, too.

"Yes, sir."

"Good girl. Get inside."

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You scramble to get through the window, heading towards the bedroom with quick steps. You pull your short sundress over your head, tossing it into the dirty laundry, your panties and bra soon following. You're rapidly nearing soaked, and you can feel the cool air graze your pussy as you position yourself across the soft sheets. You resist stroking your fingers across your clit, knowing Billy would see the glistening evidence on your fingers. The thought of a punishment makes you shiver, but that's not the point of tonight.

You hear the window in the living room close distantly, and Billy's soft footsteps approach. When he enters the room, you make sure your legs are spread as wide as you can get them, letting them frame the wetness between.

Billy eyes you hungrily, stalking slowly around the bed, eyes never leaving your cunt. He moves to the corner of the room, grabbing a chair and places it at the foot of the bed. He pulls out another cigarette, lightning up and taking a drag. He smiles when he sees your eyes follow the movement, your pussy clenching around nothing.

"Touch yourself for me." He commands. "Don't come."

"Yes sir." You answer, shaky breaths leaving your lips.

You circle your fingers around your clit, spreading your wetness around the bud, jolting at the sensitivity. You begin to make tight circles, moaning quietly at the sensation. You watch Billy while you work yourself over, enjoying the way his plush lips nearly touch his fingers as he removes the cigarette from his mouth.

You begin to move faster, your other hand moving to pinch a nipple, rolling it between your fingers.

"Good girl." Billy praises, moving to flick the ash from the cigarette out of the window.

You keep going, whining at the building pressure between your hips. Billy comes back from the window, approaching you slowly, cigarette hanging loosely from between his pointer and middle finger.

"You doing okay, baby?" He asks, condescension in his voice.

He can see just how desperate you're becoming, and you know it gets him off just as much, watching you writhe and beg.

"Yes, sir." You moan, fingers pausing as you get just a little too close to the edge.

Billy's right next to you now, looming over you. He slaps the side of your thigh when you stop.

"Did I say you could stop, brat?" He asks, eyes boring into yours.

"No, but sir, I-"

"I didn't ask." He retorts. "If you can't be good, what am I supposed to do with you? Maybe you'll have to be my ash tray, poor girl." Billy pouts, an exaggerated thing as he taps the side of the cigarette and a small pile of ash falls onto your stomach.

They're warm, and ghost along your skin as you breathe, feeling almost like Billy's fingertips trailing across the area.

You gasp, eyes falling shut as you press on your clit hard, waves of pleasure drowning you.

"Is that better? Can you be good now?" Billy asks.

"Yes! Sorry, sir, so sorry." You chant, fighting hard to stave off your impending orgasm.

"It's okay, baby. I know it's hard for you to listen when that pretty clit is getting attention."

You nod, agreeing as Billy goes to put the cigarette out. When he returns, he sits on the bed next to you, running a warm hand up the soft skin of your inner thigh until he reaches the apex. He avoids the place where you want him most, instead opting to rub the ashes into your skin, making little gray streaks on the softest part of your stomach.

"Stop." He orders, and your hands fall to your sides, a grateful moan leaving your lips.

He takes your hand and pulls your fingers between his lips, sucking the taste of you from them. When he's done, he grabs your face, locking your lips in a searing kiss. You can taste yourself mixed with the smoke, you think this must be it, what it feels like to be truly intertwined with another person, body and soul, essences mixing. When he releases you, he moves to stand.

"Take my clothes off." He orders and you get on all fours to obey, shaky as you find your bearings, head already floating to that soft place only Billy can take you to.

You strip him, watching as his hard cock bobs free when you pull his boxers down. You know better than to touch without permission, eyes simply locked on what you want as he finally stands before you naked. He kisses you again as he grips your arms, pulling you to stand, reading your face for any immediate needs.

"Color?" He asks.

"Green, sir." You reply.

"Attagirl." Billy grins, moving you to lie back on the bed.

He's on top of you the second you hit the cool sheets, warm lips on yours, tongue sliding across the inside of your mouth. Billy brings a hand up to circle your throat and it's that action that pushes you to beg for it.

"Please, sir. Please." You whine, pushing your hips into his.

His hand tightens, and your feel your breath stutter for a second before he lets up.

"Please what, sweet girl? Use your words."

"Please fuck me." You push out.

"What, you don't want my mouth around that soaked clit?" He taunts.

You shake your head, too desperate to have anything other than his cock.

"Please, want you to fill me up me sir." You mewl.

"God, yeah, so proud of you angel." He praises, lining himself up.

Your back arches as he rubs his cock around in your wetness, making sure you can take him. When his head rubs across your clit, you keen, nails scrabbling to dig into his shoulders.

"I know, I know, I got you." He murmurs, finally, finally, pressing in.

Your tight heat engulfs him, and you moan in tandem. He stretches you wide, opening you up so gently. You know it's seconds until the dam breaks, until he starts pounding your cunt, and you savor the buildup.

When you lock your thighs around his hips he moves back, grabbing each one in a steel grip to maneuver them over his shoulders, and suddenly you're folded in half, and the position makes him seem even bigger, your pussy squeezing him even tighter.

"Yeah, sweetness, just like that." Billy groans as he begins to fuck into you hard, hips slapping against your clit, adding extra sensation to the assault on your senses.

You hold him tight, pussy squeezing him on every thrust in, head thrown back in bliss. When you're close again, you whine, eyes screwed shut to ward it off.

"Sir, sir, sir..." You ramble.

"You close, baby?" He asks as a bead of sweat slides down his temple.

"Uh huh."

"Hold it, just a few more seconds, I know you can do it for me." Billy urges.

You feel the tears forming, ready to spill over the longer you wait. When you feel Billy's hips begin to stutter, you let them fall, knowing it'll push him over the edge.

"Look at me." He commands, a soft moan leaving his lips.

You open your eyes, locking them with his before he dips down to lick a tear from your cheek.

"You gonna come for me? Show me how bad you need it?" He asks.

"Yes! Yes, yes, yes." You chant, and then you're exploding around him like a light bulb bursting, fast and hard.

He follows a second later, fucking into you as his hot release paints your walls. You come down together, holding each other tightly. When you can move again, Billy slips out of you, sitting back to watch his come escape your entrance.

He rubs your thighs while you come back to yourself, that soft headspace seeping into your body, relaxing your limbs until they're heavy and warm.

"Thank you." You mumble.

Billy kisses the corner of your mouth softly.

"You did so good for me. Love you."

Yeah, you don't mind being Billy's ashtray if it leads to this.

[lieutenantwilliamrusso]

Inspection

Warnings: Inspection kink, sexual situations, maybe like a hint of anal if you squint, lieutenant kink

Billy Russo x Female Reader

Summary: Billy wants to know every part of you. You have no problem letting him look.

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When you get home from work, opening the door and toeing off your shoes, you notice all the lights are off. Billy is home, he'd told you he was, and you'd come home expecting to see him standing in the kitchen down the hall, drink in hand for you, or sat on the couch, legs spread, a glint in his eye that belies the best kind of trouble. Instead there was nothing, just the subtle press of the dark and the silence of an empty house.

You walk into the living room, flipping on a floor lamp as you pass, calling for Billy as you do.

"Bill?"

Nothing. You frown, heading to the bedroom, wondering if he'd fallen asleep, overworked and finally ready to rest. When you push open the door you're aren't expecting to find him sat on the bed, hands behind him supporting his posture. His dark eyes glint in the soft light of the lamps on the bedside tables, the smirk on his face emphasized by the light on his features.

"What are you doing?" You ask, confusion splayed across your features.

"You've been gone all day, working hard. I'm going to need to make sure everything is okay." Billy replies vaguely.

"I'm fine, why?" You ask, face contorts even more in bewilderment.

"Well let's see then."

"See what?"

"You're going to strip, and I'm gonna make sure my fucktoy is still as perfect as I remember."

Oh. Oh.

"Yes, lieutenant." You're game immediately, ready for whatever he's going to throw at you.

When your clothes are off, you stand before him, ready for your next order.

"Kneel on the bed." He commands and you obey instantly.

You kneel right before the edge, hands in your lap, and gaze up at him, eyes wide and innocent, just the way he likes.

"Good girl." He purrs, stroking your face.

When he reaches your mouth, he hooks a thumb in, opening you up for him. He presses his fingers to your teeth before sliding them over your tongue, back, back, until you gag around them, eyes watering.

"Very good. Nice and clean. Just enough spit to take my cock." Billy praises, eyes moving over your face.

You feel the heat rise to your cheeks, knowing it's only going to get worse.

He pinches your ears, squeezes your shoulders, and then he's trailing his fingertips across the underside of your right breast, weighing the flesh on the tips of his fingers. You feel your nipples tighten, perking up at the attention. Billy pinches one, rolling it between his fingers as you try not to squirm.

"So soft, perfect size." He mummers, squeezing them in both hands. "Lay back."

You lower onto your back, and he moves to grab your feet, pressing a kiss to the inside of an ankle as he smooths his hands over your legs, paying special attention to your inner thighs.

Billy stops when he reaches the apex of your thighs, meeting your eyes slowly.

"Spread 'em for me, baby."

You part your thighs slowly, guided by his hands, and he inhales quickly, transfixed by your dripping core. Billy leans forward, inhaling deeply, savoring your scent. It makes you squeak, knowing you're being observed so intimately. Billy chuckles, sliding his hands from your thighs to use his fingers to part your folds, staring at the glistening flesh inside. You clench around nothing and Billy bites his lower lip, eyes glinting with that predatory light you love so much.

He leans in further, moving to lick a hot stripe from your entrance to your clit, causing you to jolt at the sudden pleasure.

"Mmm, perfect. You taste nice and sweet. So fuckin' wet for me. Just how I like it, baby."

You sigh, content with his satisfaction.

When he suddenly grabs your hips and flips you, pulling your ass into the air, you squeal, throwing your arms out to catch you.

He spanks your ass once, watching the flesh jiggle.

"Spread 'em. You know the drill." He grits, hands flexing on the globes of your ass.

You shudder, breath quickening at the prospect of being seen like this. You realize Billy won't make you do anything you don't want to do, and you trust him. You know he wants to see you, to know every part of you intimately, and you want to let him. So you do, reaching your hands back, chest pressed into the bed as you spread your cheeks for Billy to inspect.

He runs a finger across your hole, pressing just a little, making you gasp. When he's done looking, he presses a kiss to your left cheek, removing your hands for you.

"Good girl. You look so perfect for me. I think it's time I use my pretty toy, don't you think?"

"Yes, lieutenant."

[lieutenantwilliamrusso]

Reblogging in honor of geting on a plane tomorrow and missing Billy Russo hours

Hey honey! I'm wondering if you're still taking billy russo requests, if you still do, how about billy russo fucking a flight attendant after spilling coffee/tea/juice/wine (whatever floats your boat) on expensive 3 piece suit that he just bought, if you're able to do it TYSMMMMM ♥♥

Hi hi hi hi thank u sm for requesting this was so fun <33333333

ps I am always taking requests I love y’alls ideas

Billy Russo! x Female Reader

Warnings: Sex, oral sex (f recieving), semi-public sex

Getting Even

When the plane reaches altitude, Billy reclines a little in his seat, legs spread comfortably. The red eye flight to LAX from New York would only be a few hours, and the privacy of the spacious first-class cabin sets him at ease. Billy's eyes flit over the space, searching for the cute little flight attendant who greeted him when he got on the plane. You have a such a pretty smile, and your bright eyes had looked right into his, unflinching. He likes that about you, the way you wouldn't back down from his gaze like someone more shy.

More importantly, your uniform hugged you in all the right places. The waist of your skirt wrapped around your figure, drawing his attention to the curve of it on his way up to your chest. Your breasts were outlined by the dress shirt you wore, and Billy longs to get a taste. It's that feeling that makes him realize how he's going to pass the time, and suddenly his new suit is a little tighter.

When you finally reappear, taking drink orders from the few other passengers in front of him, Billy sits up. You flash him a smile as you try to pass, but before you make it past his seat Billy sticks his foot out just a little, and you stumble, managing to slosh the ginger ale in your hands onto him, coating his front.

"Oh! Mr. Russo I am so sorry!" Your eyes are wide as you rush to grab a handful of napkins, passing them to him.

He takes them from you, making sure to brush your fingers with his own as he locks eyes with you.

"Don't worry about it..." He prompts.

"Y/N."

Billy grins.

"That's beautiful. Don't worry about it Y/N. Accidents happen." He makes sure to deepen his voice when he says your name, and a warm feeling of satisfaction spreads through him at the sight of your suddenly bashful gaze.

"Is there anything I can do?" You ask, still hoping to make it better.

Billy cocks his head, going for it.

"Well, I'm sure you're very busy, but since you've gotten my clothes dirty, maybe I could make us even."

Your brows furrow as the cutest expression of confusion paints your features.

"What do you mean?" You ask.

Billy smirks, leaning back again.

"I mean you come shut that door and I give you something to clean up."

"Oh!" You gasp.

You stare at him for a moment, eyes wide, gaze sliding over him, evidently you like what you see because a second later you're nodding and leaning in.

"The lights go off at 9. I can come back then?"

Billy nods, winking at you as you back away, returning to your job.

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You legs tremble as you make the announcement for lights out. You can't wrap your mind around why the hell you had agreed to fuck the man in seat 7. William Russo his ticket had said, but he'd introduced himself as Billy. He's gorgeous, long legs and dark features, but you could lose your job. You're getting tired of the constant traveling, though. Maybe this is how you go out. With a bang.

Fuck it.

You make your way back to his seat, breath quickening as you check again to make sure your coworker is strapped in for the night. You'd be leaving the passengers alone for a few hours. Or, you should be. When you reach him he smiles, sliding open the short door that separates him from the rest of the cabin.

"Almost thought you wouldn't show."

He's wearing a different shirt now, and you have a quick pang of guilt at destroying a suit that’s probably worth more than your monthly salary. You shake it off, meeting his curious gaze.

"Why? Losing your nerve?" You challenge, wanting any semblance of control.

He laughs, taking your hand and pulling you to sit next to him. You're pressed together, touching from shoulder to hip, and Billy turns to face you.

"You're so pretty." He says quietly, tracing a thumb across your lip.

You smile, pursing your lips to kiss the finger. He smiles then, a slow, animal thing that makes you wonder if you'll be able to stand when this is over.

Billy shifts his hand to the back of your head and pulls you in, pressing his lips to yours gently. When you don't show any sign of hesitation, he moves in harder. His lips are warm and soft, and they glide across yours and his tongue probes your own. Your hands leave their spot at your lap and move to his shoulders, gripping the fabric covering them as Billy plunders your mouth.

He moves his hands from your hair to slide down your front, taking a breast in each hand, squeezing and thumbing over your nipples.

"Fuck.” He pants. "Take 'em out for me, baby."

You obey, unbuttoning your shirt with shaky fingers. When it's open, Billy yanks down your bra, exposing your pebbled nipples to him. He groans, lost to anyone but you over the sound of the plane, and begins to mouth at your left nipple. Sparks of pleasure race through you as he bites and sucks, eventually moving to the other one, doing the same. You gasp and reach for his hair, tugging the strands gently. You feel Billy groan against you as your hips twitch, desperate for pressure.

When Billy comes up for air, he runs his hands down the rest of your body, squeezing your waist and settling on your thighs.

"When I pull this skirt up, you're gonna lay down and I'm gonna drown in this pretty pussy like we both deserve." He grits out.

You moan as his lifts your skirt, sliding your soaked panties off and sliding them into his pocket. The second your back hits the plush seat he's on you, licking at your sopping folds.

You spread your legs wider, arching up into the attention as he works you over. Your hands are in his hair again, and Billy slips a finger into you when you tug on it, harder than before.

You let out a quiet moan at the intrusion, working to keep your volume down.

"Billy- ah!" You gasp as he adds another digit.

You're close, rapidly approaching your peak. Your thigh twitches and Billy gets the message, sucking hard on your clit as you cum, locking your thighs around his head until you come down.

He laughs into your wetness, taking one last taste of you before meeting you face to face again.

"You gonna take my cock? Be good for me?" He pants, clearly as turned on as you are.

"Yes! Yes, Billy please." You chant.

Billy nods, eyes locked with yours as he slides in on one long thrust, making your eyes roll back and a long moan slip out. Billy grabs your face, sliding two fingers into your mouth to stop the noise.

"Uh uh, baby. You get too loud we get in trouble. You want everyone to know how deep I am in this pussy? Huh?" He asks as he begins to thrust hard and fast, cognizant of how limited your time is.

You gasp and whine around the fingers in your mouth, spit beginning to slip out around them, wetting your shirt. Billy chuckles darkly, one hand grasping your hip to help him speed up.

"Look at you, didn't even have to get you dirty, you did it yourself."

You close your eyes, pussy clenching around him hard. Billy grunts, breath picking up and you can tell he's as close as you are. You clench again, squeezing him and loving the deep groans he lets out into your ear. When you wrap your thighs around his waist, holding him to you, he cums, fingers digging into your hip so hard you're sure there will be bruises later. Not that you care.

You cum right after him, his fingers making quick circles on your clit as he cums, drawing out his own orgasm along with yours.

When you're both left panting, he removes his fingers from your mouth, spit connecting your lips to his hand and he licks your saliva off, grinning down at you.

"I think that makes us even."

You kind of wish it hadn't. You need to fuck him again.

He must see the look on your face because he kisses you softly, leaning in close.

"Don't worry, baby. We gotta get off this plane sometime. You gonna get off with me?"

"Thought I already did?"

"Brat." Billy swats your thigh as he laughs.

You bite your lip, sighing. You're gonna have fun with Billy Russo, jet lag be damned.

[lieutenantwilliamrusso]

This au is so cool 💕

Mirror Image

From the Our Souls AU

Pairing: Aleksander Morozova x Fem!Reader

Summary: Aleksander finds you at another gala, and the two of you learn you have more in common than you realised.

My Masterlist

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Fabian shifts nervously by your side, his claws clicking against the marble floor as he adjusts his weight from paw to paw. Zoya’s presence always makes him uneasy, ever since you were a student at the Little Palace, when she and her friends would torment you between classes.

Fabian had been one of the first dæmons among your school peers to settle into his adult form, meaning it was much easier for them to subject him to their harassment, dropping books and throwing crumpled up papers on your dæmon.

It isn’t often that Zoya manages to trap you into a conversation. But at public events like this you don’t have any means of escaping her, which means you’re subjected to her boasting about her travels and all her successes. As always, she turns her nose up at any mention of your own studies, so you stay quiet and let her talk whilst keeping a close eye on her snake dæmon, Dreki.

A sense of calm reassurance fills your chest and some of the tension loosens from your shoulders. Confused by your sudden shift in mood, you glance down at Fabian only to spot a familiar flash of dark grey fur as Andromeda nuzzles affectionately into his side.

Her cool slate eyes peer up at you questioningly and you nod with a small smile so that she knows you’re alright. Like Aleksander himself, his dæmon is very protective of you. Zoya’s words have faltered at the appearance of Aleksander’s dæmon but you’re too busy looking around the room for a glimpse of him to pay Zoya any more attention.

His eyes meet yours through the crowd of people, where he appears to also be trapped in the midst of a dull conversation. His gaze is assessing with a touch of concern in his eyes and you give him the same smile you had given Andromeda. He smiles softly and seems to excuse himself from the people around him.

Turning back to face Zoya, anticipation runs up your spine as you await Aleksander’s arrival.

“Is that Lord Morozova’s dæmon?” she asks.

Glancing down at Andromeda, you lift your brows casually as you nod.

“Yes it is.”

He settles his hand at the small of your back, saying your name quietly in greeting. Tilting your head so that you can see his face, you smile up at him.

“Lord Morozova.”

There’s a softness in his eyes as he gazes down at you, then he turns his attention to Zoya and something shifts.

“Miss Nazyalensky.”

She smiles widely, her fingers playing with the blue jewel at the centre of her necklace where it hangs perfectly between her breasts, drawing your eyes down to the low cut of her dress. Aleksander’s expression remains unimpressed, a polite smile twitching at the corner of his mouth. Then he ducks his head down, his attention returning to you.

“I believe we have a number of matters to discuss,” he murmurs low against your ear. Then he gestures towards the nearest hallway, no doubt intending for the two of you to find somewhere quiet. “Shall we?”

Taking his hand, you allow him to lead you away from the rest of the people gathered in the main hall. Aleksander knows the best hiding spots in the majority of the buildings in Os Alta.

As soon as the door is closed behind you, Aleksander moves towards the leather armchair beside the crackling fireplace. Fabian follows him instantly, bounding up into Aleksander’s lap with ease. A pleasure sweeps through your body as he threads his fingers carefully through Fabian’s glossy fur, scratching affectionately under his chin.

“What’s troubling you?” he asks your dæmon quietly. “I could see how tense you were from across the room.”

The idea of someone speaking so casually to your dæmon was an unfathomable concept to you around a month ago - before you met Aleksander.

“Dreki had his eyes on me,” Fabian explains.

Aleksander frowns.

“Who?”

“Zoya’s dæmon,” you clarify, crossing the room to settle in the armchair opposite him. “Once he settled, he started biting quite often.”

Something dark enters Aleksander’s eyes.

“Biting?” he repeats, his voice hard as steel.

Looking down to escape the intensity of his gaze, you end up looking at Andromeda who looks as equally troubled by your words. She appears to struggle deciding between comforting you or your dæmon. When she settles her chin on your knee, your heart melts and you give her a soft pet behind the ears.

“We were children,” you say quietly in an attempt at justifying what happened.

Disapproval rumbles low in Andromeda’s chest.

“Her dæmon bit Fabian?” she repeats.

Her voice is as soft as always, a soothing tone despite the anger threaded through her words, and you can’t imagine Aleksander’s dæmon ever raising her voice.

Fabian himself ducks his head down, burying his face into Aleksander’s stomach to hide beneath the fabric of his kefta. Aleksander continues to provide some reassuring petting despite the darkness in his expression.

“Often?” Aleksander adds.

Sometimes the two of them are far too perceptive. Withdrawing into yourself, you begin to fidget with your fingers. Andromeda lifts her front legs up, settling her body onto your lap and nuzzling her face against your stomach, almost mirroring Aleksander and Fabian’s position.

Petting her head, your fingers thread through the fur at the base of her ears. Some of the tension leaves Aleksander’s shoulders as you touch his dæmon affectionately but his mind still seems to be focused on your words.

“Fabian settled when we were twelve,” you admit softly. Aleksander’s response is a quiet murmur.

“So young.”

You nod.

“Dreki liked to sneak under the tables during class. Being a fox meant Fabian was an easy target for the other dæmons.”

There’s a pause between you both. Aleksander scratches behind Fabian’s ear, blunt nails dragging through the fine hair there which sends a shiver down your spine.

“Andromeda settled when we were eleven.”

His gaze has lowered to look at his dæmon as she turns her head aside, resting her chin on your thighs so that her cool slate eyes can seek out her human counterpart. Aleksander’s expression is distant as he continues to speak.

“I’m not sure if she was meant to find her adult form then, or if we were forced to settle too soon due to my mother’s meddling but…”

His words trail off for a moment, until Fabian licks his fingers gently, drawing him back from his memories. Aleksander smiles softly at your dæmon’s efforts to comfort him, giving Fabian an affectionate pat on the head in gratitude. Then he lifts his dark eyes up to lock onto yours.

“But I know how you feel.”

The two of you hold one another’s gaze for a long moment.

“Thank you,” you whisper.

He nods.

“Come here,” he murmurs softly, extending his fingers lightly towards you to beckon you to him. There’s no hesitation, though you take care not to harm Andromeda as you stand and move across the room to settle in his lap once Fabian has bounded down onto the floor.

Almost immediately, your dæmon curls up on the rug in front of the fire, nuzzling his nose against Andromeda’s fur. They talk quietly amongst themselves as she licks at his ears affectionately. A small hum of pleasure warms in your throat while you observe your dæmons.

Aleksander traces his fingers over your cheek and when you turn your attention back to him, you find his dark eyes already watching you intently. He nudges his nose against yours softly, not unlike how your dæmons enjoy touching one another, which brings a smile to your face.

His finger hooks casually under your jawline, keeping your gaze on his. He leans closer, pressing a soft kiss to the tip of your nose which makes your smile widen as warmth spreads over your cheeks.

“Aleksander,” you whisper breathlessly.

He tilts his head aside, an amused glimmer in his dark eyes as they flicker down to your lips.

“Yes?”

“Would- would you kiss me?”

“Would you like me to?”

A small huff escapes your lungs and laughter sparkles in his gaze at your exasperation.

“Yes,” you say pointedly. He raises a brow at you and you voice softens as you add, “Please?”

He leans closer, capturing your lips with his.

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[lieutenantwilliamrusso]

I would recommend you this short series https://www.tumblr.com/watchtowerindistress/189757275576/if-youd-just-wanted-me-masterlist It’s dark billy russo. Also you could check the author’s other works, I enjoyed all of her fics, but this one is my favourite

Thank u sweet angel you have saved the day <3

[lieutenantwilliamrusso]

This one is a quite collection of dark billy russo smut, read on your own risk, if you’re into this type of fics of course 🌚 https://archiveofourown.org/works/32895685/chapters/81635119

Thank you sm!!! A bunch if this is right up my alley <3

[lieutenantwilliamrusso]

Does anyone have any fic recs for Billy Aleks or Logan?? Im starving (and so writers blocked I can’t do it myself 😭)

[lieutenantwilliamrusso]

Submissive touch starved Aleksander Morozova send tweet

[lieutenantwilliamrusso]

The end of an era 😭

Fic: A Woman Reborn - Part 25 (final chapter)

Pairing: Billy Russo X Reader (from A Woman Scorned)

Rating: R / 18+ only

A/N: This is a sequel to A Woman Scorned and takes place a few years after the events of AWS.

MasterList (includes links to AWS and previous chapters here)

Summary: You and Billy are happily married when tragedy strikes, jeopardizing your relationship and everything you two have built together. Can the two of you find your way back to each other or is the special bond you once shared broken forever?

Keep reading

[lieutenantwilliamrusso]

Morning Doodle: Social Events are Exhausting

[lieutenantwilliamrusso]

I promise i am writing you all so many fun things but I am also finishing my last semester of college :,)

On that note: thank u sm to everyone who reads and/or comments u have given me lots of love and encouragement and it’s helped me finish up school too!!! Ily

[lieutenantwilliamrusso]

And I oop-

I’m literally about the crawl through the screen and make them talk to each other oh my god please just tell her u like her Billy

Teeth

Part 13

Masterlist

Warnings: Stalker vibes, confrontations, anxiety.

Photo by shaazjung on Instagram

"There's something you haven't explained to me." Billy says suddenly.

You pause, from sending your messages, looking across at him from your spot in the passenger seat.

You raise your eyebrows expectantly.

"Why do you think hackers- or people trying to breach security in general- would underestimate the level of sophistication of the system?"

You take a deep breath, lean back.

"Because," You say with a tired sigh, "When they search up the company structure, they'll see me as a consultant."

"You?"

"Female." You clarify.

"You really think that people will make that assumption?"

"Why not? It's been happening for most of my life anyway, I'm just weaponising it now."

He's silent for a long moment.

"I'm sorry that you have to go through that."

"It's fine," You sing, "It means I get to design a system that looks dumb but ruins some fucker's life."

He smiles fondly, glancing over at you.

"Come over to my place next week, I'll do the cooking this time."

You hum, prolonging your response so that it seems like you take some time to decide.

In reality, saying no was never an option.

"Sure, I'd like that."

You don't notice the way his shoulders drop subtly, relaxing, just moments after.

.

It's not as difficult to leave your place alone as it was before.

Sure, for those first few weeks after the robbery, you'd only gone to and from work with Billy and occasionally, one of your friends would accompany you to the supermarket.

Today, when Amy calls to find out of you're still on for later, you pause, and tell her that maybe you're going to try to go by yourself today.

She's quiet for a moment, and you can almost hear her thinking.

"Okay, but please call if you feel even a little bit unsure?" You can hear the worry in her voice, you know that she's thinking about the first time she accompanied you, and you hid in the bathroom for ten minutes cause you thought you were being followed.

"I will, Amy, thank you."

Truthfully, you could never shake the feeling that you were being watched.

It went with you everywhere, like a shadow that just kept coming back no matter how much light you shined on it.

You tried to take deep breaths, and reassure yourself that everything was okay. It was the best you could do.

Billy was the only person that made you feel completely safe, his knowledge and background meant that you could very much trust whenever he said you weren't being followed.

But now? Alone like this, you try not to look over your shoulder too many times when examining apples, or not to freeze up when someone got too close to you.

Overall, at the cashier, you find yourself a little glad that you're able to at least get this far despite anything that may happen later.

It's a step in the right direction for your self-empowerment, a reminder that time can sometimes help repair the damage caused by traumatic events.

You're piling your groceries into the trunk of your car when you hear someone say your name.

Freezing in fear is a normal response for you, but once again, you do your best to breathe through it, and turn.

"Andrew? Hello," you greet.

Your former boss gives you a sharp smile and approaches. You take your time, assessing him as a possible threat.

He looks a bit sallow, the underneath of his eyes are a little grey, possibly with lack of sleep, a shadow of a beard sprouting on the base of his face.

He looks a bit unkempt, his hands in his pockets and you make sure to casually put your trolley between him and you for safety.

"You look like you're doing great." He says, taking in your piles of items, and then carefully looking at you.

You watch his eyes trail down your body and your head lights up with warning signs.

You smile politely, nodding your head.

"I'm fine, I hope you are too." You offer lightly, trying to finish packing your car as quickly as possible.

"Well, when you left, the everyone was counting on Anvil to accept our offer. When he declined, the board decided I wasn't good enough at my job."

You swallow. Is that was this was? A guilt trip?

"I'm sorry to hear that." You state calmly.

He takes a shaky step forward, and you stand your ground looking right at him. You think if he tried something, the shopping cart would come in handy in keeping him away from you.

"It's odd though, I keep playing my last meeting with Russo over and over in my head, and do you know what stood out to me?"

You don't respond.

"What stood out," he continues, "Is that Russo only wanted you."

So this was an accusation.

"Now why would he want someone like you, if you weren't fucking him?"

You press your teeth together angrily.

"Fuck. You." You grit out.

He blinks, having never seen you this angry before. You continue before he has the chance to speak.

"You think I wanted to leave? I left because you kept treating me like shit. Over and over again, and now you think you can come here and accuse me of this? No wonder you got fired when I left, because you couldn't keep taking credit for my work."

"You little bitch." He says taking another step forward until his body is right against the shopping cart. He grips the metal side of it, leaning forward even more in an attempt to get into your space.

"I vouched for you so many times. I'm the reason you got this job in the first place. You were nobody, nothing, until I decided to give you a chance. I've been watching you for a week now, trying to get you alone to talk to you, and you've been hooked to William Russo like dirt under his boot, and you want to tell me you aren't fucking him?"

You feel the fear of realization sink under your skin. Your stomach turns, making you nauseated.

"You've been following me?" You ask, in a much smaller voice than you want to.

He frowns, pushes away from the trolley and turns his back to you for a moment.

"Don't flatter yourself, I only wanted to talk."

He grits out.

You don't say anything, just watching his figure, trying to figure out how to get away from him.

You close your trunk, he watches you return your cart to the little docking station nearby.

"I'm sorry for the way things turned out." You say to him finally, trying to ease the tension.

He studies you for a long moment.

"You can fix this. Bring Russo back to us, they'll take you back, you can vouch for me like I once vouched for you."

"I'm not going to do that."

He grunts angrily, taking steps to approach you.

You back away, but he just keeps coming, he's almost in your personal space when suddenly a hand claps down on his shoulder.

The parking lot security guard looks very stern as he pulls Andrew a safe distance away from you.

"Is this man bothering you?" The security inquires in your direction.

You gulp, thinking that if you said 'yes,' you'd be forced to stand around here for longer.

"A bit, but I just want to leave." You finally say.

The guard nods, standing as a wall between Andrew and you, and you take the out, sliding into your car as fast as you can and reversing out of your park.

You don't look back.

.

'I don't suppose you could spare a moment to come over?' You send in his direction.

You swallow, turning your phone over in your hands, deep in thought.

You phone vibrates, you glance down.

'Be there in 5.'

"It's open." You say, when you hear a knock on the door.

He comes through slowly, no harsh sounds ever present when he's around.

"I know this building is safe, but you really should check before you let people in. What if that wasn't me?"

You don't answer, just staring at him as he locks the door behind him.

You sigh, your feet tucked under you as you lounge on your couch, your third glass of wine cupped securely in your hands.

You look up when he says your name.

You study him the same way he studies you. His hair is wet from a recent shower, but he's dressed comfortably this time, in black sweatpants and a soft green hoodie. He looks so comfortable, and the words 'boyfriend material' spring to mind, your mouth twitches, deep in thought, thinking about what he would say if you said that to him.

"Are you alright?" He asks after studying you.

You nod, taking another long sip of wine. He looks behind you, probably noting the abundance of unpacked groceries on your kitchen counter. You'd brought most of them up, only really worrying about the frozen and refrigerated items before you'd stopped, in favour of the sweet white you were now holding.

"Sometimes, I really hate the field I chose."

Billy looks at you for a moment, trying to read into you, but you know he doesn't have all the information.

"Why?" He asks, stepping forward and dropping into the spot beside you easily.

You rest your cheek on the back of the couch, looking up at him.

"It would be easier. I could have picked the culinary arts instead of this and no one would question if I was sleeping with my boss everytime I did something good."

"Someone accused you of that?" Billy asks evenly, doesn't take his eyes off of you.

You sigh, nodding, swirling your wine around in your little cup- not using a piece of glassware out of fear that you may break it.

"Andrew," You say softly to Billy, despair heavy in the farthes reaches of your mind.

"He followed me, confronted me, accused me, and then tried to bargain with me to come back."

You sigh, sniffling for a brief moment, fighting the pressure behind your eyes as tears pool.

You blink quickly to stop them from falling.

"He told me that I would be nothing without him. And all the way home I kept thinking that if I'd just picked something else, anything else, I might be a little bit happier."

A teardrop splashes into your wine, you wipe at it quickly.

He lets out a slow breath and you glance up at him in surprise, half realising that he's still here, watching you.

His dark eyes are tender, studying you in great detail before lifting a hand and crooking two fingers at you.

"Come here." Is all he says.

You breathe out a rush of air, knocking back the last two moutfuls of wine in your cup before setting the item on the little table in front of you.

You move slowly, giving him a chance to change his mind, leaning into him, and slowly resting your head into the crook of his neck.

His arms wrap around you, pulling you even closer until you're half seated in his lap.

There's just a rightness to being in his arms that finally breaks the dam inside of you. You let out a little sob, and his arms tighten around you as your body begins to shake as you cry.

"Sorry," you hiccup, "I- I'm sorry."

He shushes you softly, his cheek resting on the top of your head.

You feel small in his arms, a fragile thing made to be picked up and cared for and he very sensation makes you cry harder because it feels good, and you find yourself unable to gather the strength to think about pulling away from him. His scent is around you, his body pressed so tightly to yours that there's no gap between you.

There's a small abstract moment in your head, that you're able to identify a wholeness that wasn't there before.

You shiver, looking up at him with tear-stained cheeks, noting the feeling that you'd never realised you were missing something until he took you into his arms.

His thumbs wipe at your fresh tears, pushing them back, forcing them away.

You press your head back against his chest, shudders out a sigh as his arms go right back around you.

"There's so much I want to say," Billy starts, "I don't even know where too begin."

You sniffle.

"You don't have to." You murmur, hoping that he doesn't feel obligated to comfort you with his words.

You feel your head begin to swim as your third glass of wine begins to catch up to you.

"When I started Anvil, I had nothing." He says, his voice smooth and deep in your ear.

"There was me, and an idea, and I made a lot of questionable deals in order to get my company started."

You hear him swallow.

"There was one man, he believed that because he gave me a chance when no one else would, that he owned me. He treated me like his own personal dog, and for a couple of years, all I did was whatever he asked."

You listen intently, melting into him as he begins to rub circles into your lower back.

"It took me a while- longer than I'd care to admit- to understand that just because he helped me, it didn't mean I owed him everything. Sure, his generosity was appreciated, but it was my work that took Anvil off the ground, and seeing how far it's come, how far it has yet to go, and how much good it does makes it worthwhile for me."

He takes a moment to catch his breath.

"What I'm saying is, that you don't owe anyone a damn thing. Your successes are your own, because you did them." He makes a little sound of amusement at the back of his throat before continuing, "You're the secret ingredient."

You sniffle, smiling at his words.

"Andrew thinks he gave you these opportunities out of the goodness of his heart, but that's bullshit. You showed him who you were, and he picked you because he thought you were good at your job."

"And you?" You ask, desperate to hear it, "Why did you pick me?"

He makes a tiny huff of amusement.

"Because I love my company," You feel his face press into your hair, "And I wanted to give it the best chance, which is you."

You sigh, pressing yourself as close to him as possible, breathing in that amazing spiced scent, before relaxing fully, turning to a boneless mass in his arms.

"Thank you." You finally say to him.

He makes a deep sound in the back of his throat, you feel the vibration against your cheek.

He doesn't let go, and you have to motivation to pull away.

You're so at ease that you can't help closing your eyes, falling asleep in his arms without a second thought.

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He holds you for a long while, a stupid smile on his face as he breathes in your strawberry scent.

When he's sure he won't wake you, he slips a hand under your knees, and stands with you in his arms.

You make a little sound, your arms wrapping tighter around his neck.

Billy takes his time, walking you to your bedroom, pulling the covers back and placing you down.

You don't let go of him, clinging like a koala, his eyes widen as you almost pull all of his body weight on top of yourself, he catches his weight on his arms before he crushes you.

He tries to pull away but you're not having it, maneuvering him in your sleep, until he's on his back, and your body is cradled against his, your head on his chest.

He lets out a breath of amusement, raising the hand that isn't pinned under you to stroke you hair.

He hears you hum in bliss and he smiles.

He wants to worship you so badly, kiss every inch of your skin, and then twice over for good measure.

He can't help it, pressing his thumb over the pout of your lips, his heart flipping when you draw even closer to him.

How can he pull himself away from you now? What kind of strength would that take?

Billy thinks about what would happen if he stayed right here beside you, if you wake up in the morning and find him here, you'd probably be so at ease.

He wanted that, he would probably kiss you at some point.

He can feel his heart racing as he thinks about it, kissing you breathless, giving you rounds of uninhibited pleasure, hearing you beg for him as if he would ever deny you.

But what about after?

He swallows, worried about after.

He wouldn't be able to keep himself away from you. Once, would never be enough.

He'd have to have you, over and over and over, never wanting to hide your relationship.

But that would make rumors true, it would invalidate your successes because you were sleeping with your boss.

The breath that escapes him is so pained that it takes him a second to take another.

He'd never forgive himself if he ruined your reputation that way.

He sighs, tracing the back of his hand over your cheeks and listening to the way you sigh.

He knew what you wanted, your body made it crystal clear everytime he was around you, calling out for him, and if he were a weaker man, he'd oblige.

His relationship with control was strained on a good day. The military had helped him focus his anger, train his rage and his bloodlust, but nothing had trained him to control his desire.

As Billy looked at you, sleeping in his arms, he felt his control grinding down with each breath you took.

It was only a matter of time.

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Alone.

Again.

You sit up, taking a sad breath.

How did he always manage to slip away from you? Why?

What would it take to wake up next to him?

A question that goes unanswered.

In your kitchen, you're stunned to find that all your groceries have been packed away, only a few items in unfamiliar places. A warm feeling in your chest, you almost want to text him and thank him, except that you remember the last time you did that he left you on read. You decide to tell him in person when he's taking you to work.

You get dressed for work like usual, but when you're halfway ready, you pause, thinking about Dani's words from a few days ago.

In an effort to torment him, you shed your fancy work shirt and grab one of the work appropriate dresses in your closet.

It's sky blue, with half sleeves and matching belt. You're not sure if it will even catch his eye, but you decide to try anyway.

Except that when you step out of your aparment building, it's not Billy waiting for you.

You've seen Sergei around before, but you blink in surprise when he nods his head at you, and pulls open the back door of the car he's standing in front of.

Your heart plummets.

He'd sent someone else to pick you up.

You smile at Sergei, asking him for a moment before you pull your phone from your pocket and dial his number.

"Russo." Is what he says when he answers.

"Hey," You greet lightly, trying to be quick, "Did you send someone else to take me to work?"

He's silent for a moment.

"Yes, I-"

"Okay thank you," you interrupt, not interested in hearing what he had to say, "Just checking to make sure. Bye."

You end the call, staring at your phone for a second before shaking your head.

You turn to Sergei, giving him a smile and a word of thanks as you slide into the back seat of the car.

"Do you have any music preferences?" He asks kindly, and you wonder briefly if that was even in the scope of his job.

"Anything is good with me." You respond, crossing your arms and looking out the window angrily as he begins to drive.

You have many hindsight realisations on your way to work, that you really could have driven yourself. The only reason you were okay with Billy taking you is because he was going in the same direction anyway.

This just seemed like way too much time and effort to get you to work.

You try to make excuses for Billy, like maybe something urgent happened at work, or something personal, you didn't really know every aspect of his life now did you?

But you knew in the back of your head, that this was something he always does. He gets close, gives you blissful peace, and then pulls away, ignores you for a few days.

Frankly, you've hit your boiling point, and by the time you get to work, you're fuming.

You drop your things on your desk, and you give your coworker a big smile when she compliments your dress.

You'd worn it for him. Pathetic.

You make it up to his office, smiling at Katerina, his secretary, asking her if he's available and waiting for a yes before you knock on his door and enter when he says.

He doesn't even look up at you.

Taking notes at his desk, and there's just so much anger inside of you that you're not really thinking straight.

"Is there something you need?" He asks flatly, still not sparing you a single glance.

So he knows it's me, you think, and yet somehow he refuses to look up.

It cuts like betrayal.

"I can drive myself to work from now on, thank you."

He pauses, finally, looking up at you.

You watch him swallow.

"I insist, really, it's safer this way." He says.

"But inefficient," you counter, "To have Sergei go out of his way no doubt, when I have a perfectly good car."

He looks like he wants to argue, but can't form the right words.

He stands, eyebrows drawn, coming to stand in front of you.

It's probably a bad idea on his part, given your warped headspace, your eyes drop to his lips for a brief moment, before going back up to his dark eyes when he speaks.

"Very well, if you insist on driving, it's your choice."

You nod sharply, your throat closing up in despair. Was this the end of your friendship?

"Good." You say, no emotion in your tone, "One more thing."

"Yes?" He asks.

You swallow, grabbing the knot of his tie and pulling him down a little, while simultaneously rising onto your toes.

You don't give it a second thought, pressing your mouth to his.

It's like fireworks going off in your head, sparks spilling over and scattering into the farthest reaches of your mind.

You let out a little sigh of bliss into his mouth before releasing your grip on his tie.

You pull back from his mouth, taking a deep breath to apologise when suddenly his hands are on your hips. You feel the way his fingers twitch, as if he's fighting something bigger than you.

You gasp as he pulls you closer, body pressed tightly to his and you look up into his eyes.

He angles his head down, and his mouth is on yours once more.

He returns the kiss this time, with eager hums and steady pressure. It's greater than any other kiss you've ever experienced.

Your chest feels warm, your stomach flips, sizzling sparks work their way over your skin.

Your hands grip his shoulders, snaking their way up behind his neck.

He groans, hot breath into your parted mouth and you accept the sound greedily, more desperate for him than ever before.

He turns you, presses you up against his desk, braces his arms on either side of you for a moment before his hand cups the back of your neck securely.

It's all consuming, the way his mouth moves this way and that, the friction of his beard on your chin the taste of his mouth threatening to undo you.

His blunted fingers pressing tight into your skin, his hands wander your body, reaching for your knee, raising it to wrap around his hip. Your clothed center just barely brushes a hint of stiffness at the front of his pants and all you're thinking in various levels of enthusiasm is 'yes.'

The loud pitch of his ringing phone startles you. You shove him away quickly in surprise, gasping as you slide from your spot between him and his desk.

Your body is hot, cunt throbbing, skin hypersensitive and aching for his hands.

You suck in a big breath, smoothing your hair over in a panicked frenzy and running your hands down your dress.

Oh God.

Oh God.

Had you really just did that? Kissed him when you'd come in here to tell him off?

You try to take another measured breath but Billy seems to have taken all the air in the room with just one touch of his lips.

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"Russo." Billy says, leaning over the desk, putting his phone on loudspeaker.

"Apologies for interrupting, but Miss Meachum is here and demanding to meet."

Billy huffs, of course he'd be interrupted by a Meachum. The entire family never understood boundaries.

He looks over at you, facing the windows, taking deep breaths and looking more and more flustered by the second.

"Tell her I'll be with her shortly." He says, hanging up right after.

He studies you, the ripe scent of your arousal filling the air. The panther tears at him, to sit you on his desk and follow through with exactly what he was about to do.

When he resists, the beast plants images of you writhing in pleasure as he licks your strawberry sweet cunt. His cock is half-hard, growing more erect with each second his mind replays what it was like to finally have your soft lips on his.

He swallows, opens his mouth to speak.

You beat him to it.

"I'll drive myself to work from now on." You utter harshly.

He watches in disbelief, mouth parted, as you head to the door, opening it and stepping out without so much as a glance at him.

It's all he needs to realize how much he's fucked up.

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A/N: sorry 😞

[lieutenantwilliamrusso]

Darkolai x reader nsfw alphabet 😌🥰

[lieutenantwilliamrusso]

A sneak peek of the second part of Truce…

“And what do you think, angel?” You feel the heat rise to your cheeks at his words, realizing you haven’t heard a word he’s been saying since his hand began to move.

“I think it’s a fair plan.” You return, hoping you haven’t just agreed to something ridiculous.

“You haven’t heard a word I’ve said have you?”

Saints be damned.

Nikolai takes your chin in his fingers, planting a firm kiss to your lips.

“It’s all right, I know how hard it is for you to think like this.” He teases, squeezing your cheeks where his fingers dig in.

“Kolya.” You plead quietly, knowing what the pet name does to him, “Be nice.”

You let out a sharp exhale, unable to resist the slightest jolt of your hips at the attention.

“Have I been unkind, solnishka?”

“We have a guest.” You remind him, faking a firm tone as you watch Nikolai catch on.

“How impolite of me. Shall we continue?”

[lieutenantwilliamrusso]