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russosafehaven · 6 months

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Possessive Billy 🥹

Ominous October Sky

Photos are not mine. They are courtesy of Pinterest/Google.

Pairing: Billy Russo x F! Reader

Warnings: couple of swear words, this one is a little dark, violent, description of wounds, but again…I gotta have a little fluff

Word Count: 2.6k-ish

Summary: No one threatens Billy or the woman he loves and they’re about to find out what happens when he’s pushed too far.

A/N: I had such a good time writing unhinged Billy in Under the Pale Moonlight, I decided to do it again. I hope it’s as good as I think it is, fingers crossed 🤞

As always, thank you for reading! I appreciate it so much and comments, reblogs are welcome and encouraged. Don’t be shy to tell me your favorite part. 💕💕 💕

The chill in the autumn air could be felt down to your bones and the piercing wind gusts assaulted you from all directions as you walked through the park.

Fallen leaves from the trees crunched underneath your feet as you watched small children smile and laugh as they picked up brightly colored leaves to show their parents.

The steady wind swept the leaves up into small funnels and pushed them across the grassy hills and deposited them along the walking path.

The sky looked unsettling and ominous. You wanted to get home quickly before the darkness and the rain came. The low rumble of thunder was what prompted everyone to gather their belongings along with their children and head for the indoors.

Some of the kids cried because they were having too much fun and didn’t want to leave. They were just so innocent and pure which made you smile and you remembered what it was like to be that young, having fun playing in leaf piles at your childhood home.

With that warm smile, you whispered to yourself but directed it at the children. “Time to go inside, little ones, it’s going to get ugly later.”

The dark gray clouds in the distance were gloomy and dismal, the small patches of sunlight were shining brightly through the fluffy black clouds, like Mother Nature couldn’t make up her mind of whether she was going to let the sun shine or rain downpour on top of you.

A few rays from the sun touched down on the path in front of you before being engulfed by the smoky clouds above.

You took a moment to gaze up at the sky…the unwelcoming early evening October sky. It was getting darker earlier and earlier, you noticed.

The musty fragrance of dead leaves crept up to your nose as you raced faster toward home and the once dull roll of thunder that had been off in the distance was now a gentle boom overhead.

“Please, just wait until I get home.” You silently begged. “Please.”

Someone was looking out for you that day, because as soon as you walked through the revolving door and stepped out onto the lobby floor, the sky exploded with a vengeful crack and a jagged bolt of lightning split the sky right down the middle before sheets of rain pelted the sidewalk on the other side of that revolving door.

Massive raindrops trickled down off of the street lights, clobbering people’s umbrellas, their raincoats, and for the unprepared…their heads. Watching from the lobby doors, those people moved much faster. They ducked into shops and bistros, hoping the rain would die down enough for them to move again.

You were glad to be home.

After stepping off the elevator, you could hear the rain hammering incessantly against the roof. Typically, you didn’t really get thunderstorms in October and even though it was cool today, the past couple of days had been on the warmer side.

Maybe he came home before the rain too.

You unlocked and opened the door to the penthouse…it was blanketed in darkness.

“Billy?” You called out softly.

It was a long shot that he got home before you but you figured you’d try anyway.

No answer.

You thought about how it was strange that you didn’t hear from him at all today. He always called at some point during your work day to see how you were which made your heart swell. The smile that tugged at the corners of your mouth was hard to contain when you saw his name and picture light up the face of your phone.

You loved him…and he loved you, more than anything.

Pulling your phone out of your purse, you looked at it to see if he texted or called while you were walking home but there were no messages or missed calls which worried you but only a little. You knew Billy was very busy, always working, always in meetings but he ALWAYS found time to call or at least text during the day.

What could he be doing?

The only way you could warm up was by taking a shower, the chill inside your bones was finally gone, and you warmed your hands against the mug of hot tea in your hands but you still haven’t heard from Billy.

The clock on the wall said 8:00 PM.

You tried to call but it went right to his voicemail.

“Hey handsome, it’s me. I—uh, I’m just a little worried I haven’t heard from you today. Ok, that’s a lie, I’m a LOT worried I haven’t heard from you today. Please call me when you get this, please? I love you.”

You placed your phone down on the coffee table and tried to not let your mind wander but it was difficult not to. Was he hurt? Is he ok? Is he out in this rain?

“Please call me back, baby.” You thought to yourself.

The book you were reading couldn’t hold your interest. Between the menacing rain drumming against the roof and the windows and not hearing from Billy, you couldn’t concentrate and just kept reading the same paragraph over and over again. You tried a few times to get going but ultimately gave up and tossed the book aside.

You were confused, scared, and you started to feel cold again so you decided that maybe you would try and get some sleep. Drawing the blanket up to your chin, you tucked your knees into your chest and listened intently as the powerful wind and rain lulled you to sleep and wherever Billy was, you hoped he was safe.

He was always very quiet when he came home. Like a cat, he barely made any noise as he moved throughout the apartment. Billy wanted to rush at you, he wanted to pull you close and hold onto you tightly and say he was sorry for worrying you but he didn’t want to disturb your sleep. Instead, he sat down in his chair with a glass of bourbon, in the dark, listening to your gentle breathing.

Billy’s clothes were dirty, bloodstained, and soaking wet. Rain stuck in his eyelashes finally dripped onto his hand when he lowered it after taking a sip of his drink.

His once white undershirt stained a light red thanks to blood and rain and his raven colored hair tumbled into his eyes while drops of rain trickled onto the floor.

Those were the only noises he could hear …drip…drip…drip…drip…inhale…exhale…inhale…exhale

The bourbon was supposed to calm his nerves but he couldn’t keep his hands from shaking and he wouldn’t be able to hide from you that they were covered in blood.

“No one is taking you away from me.” He said, in barely more than a whisper.

Some of the blood was his but most of it was someone else’s. It was Carson Wolf’s blood.

Billy knew Wolf was a corrupt Homeland agent, just like he knew Rawlins was corrupt CIA. But unlike Wolf, Rawlins knew he couldn’t threaten Billy and get away with it. Billy didn’t need Rawlins’s money or connections, he built Anvil all by himself and turned him away when he wanted Billy to betray his best friend. Rawlins was lucky Frank didn’t take his other eye when he found out about that one.

No one was going to tell Billy Russo what to do, especially knowing what he would do to them if he tried.

But Carson Wolf was a cocky asshole, a Homeland Security official, highly skilled in hand-to-hand combat, and thought just because he was in a position of authority, Billy would do whatever he demanded him to do. But he was mistaken and didn’t think of the consequences to his threats.

Billy didn’t answer to anyone, he was the boss, he didn’t take any job that he didn’t want to and didn’t respond well to threats against him…or threats toward his girl.

“It would be a shame if something happened to that VERY pretty girlfriend of yours, Mr. Russo.” Wolf had said.

“All I want is for you and your team to leave the Senator unguarded for a minute and I won’t have to kill her. We can make anything look like an accident, these days.”

He really shouldn’t have said that.

It got dark quickly tonight thanks to the fast moving clouds so Billy waited patiently under the cover of those somber rain clouds for Wolf to come home.

That man was going to die in his own house tonight.

No one could hear him scream as Billy sliced his skin with his hidden blade. He knew all the places to cut that would cause him the most pain and cause him to bleed profusely before he finally stabbed Wolf multiple times in the chest and across his throat. He looked like a piece of butchered meat when Billy was finished with him.

Sure, Wolf held his own against Billy for a minute or two but in the end made several mistakes that ended in his demise and before he left, Billy cleaned his blade with Wolf’s pocket square from his suit jacket, dropped it onto his lifeless body and destroyed any evidence that he had been there.

Billy didn’t call you today because he left everything at Anvil, his phone, his car, even Frank didn’t know where he had gone.

And now he sat quietly in front of you, his eyes finally adjusted to the darkness and he could finally make out your silhouette, just thankful that you were ok and that you were safe. Billy never lost his composure after Wolf threatened your life or while he was torturing him.

“See, you should have known better than to threaten my girl. Do you know what it feels like to have your Achilles sliced open? Or how ‘bout the femoral artery? Because you’re gonna know and it’s gonna hurt…a lot.” Billy had said to him with an evil smile.

Billy Russo was a soldier, a scout sniper, highly skilled and trained to be a killer. His hands never faltered and were steady but after it was over, he allowed himself to feel scared, to think about what he would do if something were to happen to you, that’s when they started to shake.

The bourbon finally helped him calm down, his hands were less shaky and his heart rate had come down when you started to wake up.

Rubbing the sleep from your eyes, you saw his silhouette in front of you as you sat up on the couch.

“Billy? What time is it?” You asked softly.

“It’s almost midnight, sweet girl.” He replied, happy to hear your voice.

Reaching for the lamp, you flicked it on. The site in front of you was like something out of a slasher movie, his hands stained with blood, along with his clothes, his hair was soaked from the rain and you could hear it dripping onto the floor.

You sat there for a moment, frozen with your hands covering your open mouth before speaking again and going to him.

“Oh my god! Billy? W-what happened?! Is that your blood?!” You asked with concern in your voice before rushing to the kitchen to retrieve some hand towels.

“Maybe a little…but it’s mostly his.” Said Billy, stoically.

Taking his glass from him, you placed it on the coffee table and started to dry his hands.

“His? Whose blood is it, Billy?” Your voice hitched and cracked as you asked him.

Billy gazed at you with his endless brown eyes, they looked like two shiny pieces of black glass. He had never felt more relieved, he had never felt love like this, and he had never been more in love with you than he was right now watching you care for him and comfort him.

“Whose blood is it, Billy?!! Answer me!” You said sternly.

“Wolf…It’s Carson Wolf’s blood.” He said gently.

You recognized that name, he worked for Homeland Security, and pictured his face in your mind. You remembered meeting him at a fundraiser that Billy brought you to and you also remembered how he sent shivers down your spine, obviously not in the good way. The man had a crooked smile, he put out an evil vibe, and eyed you all night long like you were a piece of meat.

The man gave you the creeps.

“He’s…dead?” You asked, shakily.

Billy clenched his fist and gnashed his teeth as he spoke again, and didn’t directly answer your question.

“I’m not gonna be who they want me to be, y/n! They’re not gonna tell me what to do and they need to know what happens to anyone who threatens me or anyone who threatens…you. Rawlins already knows…Wolf will NOT get another chance to do it again! I’ve never needed anyone, I don’t need their money, I don’t need anything from them but I…I need you.” He said.

You tried to comprehend what Billy just confessed to you. He killed him, he killed Carson Wolf. The threat he made against you was real and Billy made sure that threat was his last.

The spatters of blood on his face, the little red flecks that decorated his beard were everywhere, and there was a streak of red going across his cheek. All of it should have scared you, it should have made you think twice about what he had just done but it didn’t.

Billy didn’t scare you even though you knew what he was capable of and you tried to imagine the look Carson Wolf had in his eyes as he took his last breaths, realizing too late that he should have left you out of it and he should have done his own dirty work, but he would never get that chance. The senator was safe from Wolf, whatever it was he had planned for him. He was safe…for now.

“I’ll kill them all, baby…no one is taking you away from me. I love you.” Said Billy, his hand cupping your cheek as he leaned in and gently pressed his lips to yours.

As you towel dried his hair, his obsidian colored eyes silently told you how much he loved you, the way he did not want to break that gaze, and the way he brushed the soft skin of your cheek with such a gentle touch.

Those actions all relayed to you that Billy Russo was catastrophically in love with you and showed the world what he would do to the people who tried to take that love away, the love he craved, and the love that he deserved.

After rising to his feet, you led him to the bathroom and turned on the shower. Neither of you took your eyes off the other as you stripped off each other’s clothes, leaving them in a pile in the corner to be disposed of later.

There wasn’t anything left for you to say as the tears streamed down your cheeks, thankful he was alive, thankful he was home with you, and thinking that there was no way that you could ever repay him for what he had done for you.

But Billy didn’t want anything in return except to be loved by you.

He gave you a warm smile before kissing you once more. He pulled you flush to his chest, squeezed you tightly, and let the hot water splash against his back.

Glancing at your feet, you watched the blood from his body, and yours, wash down the shower drain…just like the rain outside washed away the dirt from the sidewalk.

You’ve never felt safer and you never would with anyone but him.

Billy’s beard tickled your lips as you kissed his cheek and whispered softly in his ear.

“I love you too, Billy.”

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russosafehaven · 6 months

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Hi Quinine! Just checking in to say hi. Hope you're doing well. 🤗💕

I have been off tumblr for a while because it turns out the person I was dating was totally ableist when it came to me. But I’m back and gonna try and start writing again 🤍

#quinnies updates

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russosafehaven · 7 months

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Rabbit.

*established relationship, fluff+angst, possessive behavior, fem!reader*

chase the clouds away AU.

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He gazed at your bookcase eyeing all the different books and Knick knacks, ceramic bunnies, and little fairies sitting on the edge, miniature water globes with more bunnies inside.

He smiled at Peter Rabbit. It just sweetened his view of you, imagining you curled up in bed reading children’s books. His heart ached, never having had that growing up, always alone in some corner with his books, teased for being a nerd. He ended up hiding his books because of the teasing.

He wanted to lay on your chest while you read to him, your fingers in his hair, and your soft scent surrounding him. He wanted to listen to your soft voice, and indulge in the weakness of his attachment to you. Just for a little while.

“Billy?”

“Yeah?”

“Here’s your coffee,” you said, breaking him out of his daze.

He took it, eyeing the bookcase still; “Would you read to me?” He asked, voice deep and warm, sipping his coffee, nodding towards your books, he wore a dark red sweater that fit him nicely, and a pair of dark jeans. His combat boots sat by the door, his coat hung on your coat rack, dripping from the rain.

You smiled, and it was gentle, your toes curling into the carpet. “Of course.”

His coffee grew cold on the coffee table, curled with you on the couch while the storm picked up outside, reading children’s books, your fingers in his hair.

Lightning illuminated the room, as his fingers possessively held your hips. The only love he knew.

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russosafehaven · 7 months

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I haven’t been writing much mainly because I’ve been busy chatting to this person that I like and I’ve been absorbed in that. So my writing is going to become very sporadic.

#quinnies updates

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russosafehaven · 7 months

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Missed drawing my beloved Billy (Purely inspired by the bullet halo/crown sent to me by my friend)

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russosafehaven · 7 months

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Devil may care.

*injury, blood, reader is Maria’s best friend, touch starved Billy Russo, fluff, fem!reader.*

tags: @idaofinfinity @e-dubbc11 @rosaleenablack @firexfate @aoi-targaryen

summary: Billy keeps ending up on your doorstep wounded.

Billy tried to remember when he got attached to you, Maria’s best friend. You’d always been in the background, and he’d noticed your admiration of him, but never acted on anything. Only ever greeted you. But you’d picked up on things, like how he stiffened when a government official called him just another pretty face.

You’d touched his knee squeezing it, offering him your silent support, and he relaxed, sipping his beer, and eyeing you as the man left, realizing how much he enjoyed your soft touch.

And then he’d been wounded in a botched mission, and he didn’t know why but he ended up at your doorstep, bloody with a bullet wound in his arm. You seemed safe.

And so you’d taken his hand leading him to your bathroom, before grabbing your first aid kit. You were tender with him as you removed the bullet and cleaned the wound, not shying away from the blood.

“I was right.” You said softly.

Billy tilted his head.

“You’re so devil may care.” You said softly, fingers touching the side of his face after you finished.

“And you’re as soft as a rose.” He husked, touching your hip trying to hide the fact he wanted more of your gentle touch.

“Every rose has its thorns.” You countered.

He remembered the urge to pull you onto his lap, so he could kiss you. But more importantly, so you’d keep touching him. He didn’t realize how touch starved he was until then.

And then a week later he was wounded again, and again a few days after that, and two weeks after that. Every time he found himself on your doorstep, silently wanting your affection, but unable to ask.

You seemed to realize, smarter than he gave you credit for. “Wanna crash here tonight, Billy? I promise your virtue is safe with me.” You teased, pulling the blankets back and crawling in, looking entirely too inviting.

He chuckled, darkly. “I’m not worried about mine.” He husked, climbing in careful of the bandage on his arm.

Your cheeks heated, and you licked your lips. “You don’t have to wait until you’re wounded to come here.” You said sweetly, fingers reaching over and stroking his hair.

He tilted his head, enjoying your touch, “Yeah?”

“I like you here in my bed. It’s less lonely.” You murmured, nails scratching his scalp.

He watched you through hooded eyes, purring as you scooted closer. He tucked you under his chin, rather liking the feel of you in arms, your fingers going to his hips.

And that was when, he supposed, he first thought of entering a serious relationship with you.

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russosafehaven · 7 months

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Waiting.

warnings; fluff/angst, possessive behavior, fem!reader.

tags; @idaofinfinity @e-dubbc11 @rosaleenablack @firexfate @aoi-targaryen

chase the clouds away au.

He’d spent days on that rooftop waiting for his target to show himself in the fucking rain. Some mafia enforcer after his charge. His goddamn body was stiff from not moving except to shift his weight subtly, trying to find some relief.

And then the paperwork afterwards was worse, homeland breathing down his neck, making sure every t was crossed.

He just wanted to come home and relax with you, but it was so late you were probably in bed, he thought, unlocking the door to the penthouse, rolling his shoulder.

He couldn’t resist the sight of you curled in his armchair by the window, dozing with a book gripped loosely in your hands. You usually waited for him to come home from work, but he'd told you to go to bed three days ago, because he didn’t know when he’d be home.

He felt a possessive feeling grip him. Mine, he thought.

He kicked his boots off, shrugging out of his jacket, before moving over to you, and touching your face, your round glasses having slipped down your face.

He leaned down, brushing his lips across your forehead. You made a contented sound in the back of your throat, as Billy took the book from your fingers, setting it down on the coffee table.

He picked you up, carrying you to his bed, you snuggled into his shoulder, mumbling in your sleep.

He watched you that night, an unfamiliar warm feeling settling over him. A feeling he was sure beckoned his own damnation.

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russosafehaven · 7 months

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Dark Depths

Pairing: Merfolk!Aleksander Morozova x Human!Reader

Summary: As the childhood friend of the mermaid Alina, you’re unimpressed when she trades her tail to the Darkling in exchange for legs, especially when she uses her newfound human-ness to chase after a prince. No one but the Darkling seems to see how you’re feeling.

Warnings: brief allusions to smut, brief mentions of death, human to mermaid transformation

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“You’re the Darkling.”

The figure swims towards you in earnest now he knows he’s been spotted, propping his elbows on the edge of the rock you’ve perched yourself on. He lifts a dark brow, surprise colouring his features in response to you.

“Alina told me about you - before you stole her voice.”

The accusation in your tone is poorly disguised. His deep black eyes see right through you.

“She gave it to me willingly.”

“But you still didn’t have to take it,” you protest quietly with a childlike pout, your arms crossed over your knees as you press them to your chest.

“You’re angry with me.”

Staring down at the rock you’ve seated yourself on, you unfold your arms and begin to trace your fingertips over the rough surface.

“Not just you.”

“Alina?” he guesses.

You nod.

The mermaid you had befriended as a child had fallen in love with the prince of your small seaside kingdom. Striking a deal with the Darkling had given her the legs to walk to her prince, in exchange for her voice. The power of Alina’s song can manipulate sunlight; it seems an uneven trade in your opinion.

“I don’t really see the appeal.”

“Of the prince?”

“Of being human.”

In the midst of autumn, the sea isn’t cold enough for him to be wearing the thick coat that all Grisha are born with. Briefly, you wonder where he keeps his coat and whether it is as black as his tail.

Lifting your eyes, you meet his gaze steadily. The longing in your heart must be visible to him, as he moves closer. He pushes himself upwards, firm muscle tensing as he holds his upper body above the water line. Beneath the frothy waves, you can see his shadowy tail swishing rapidly to keep him upright.

The urge to retreat prickles over your skin. Alina had told you stories of the Darkling’s power over the shadows. There are rumours that he dabbles in dark magic which you suspect have some truth to them - after all, how else would have given Alina legs? The Darkling is also figure of folklore for the people on the shore - a scary story to keep young children from wading too far into the sea.

He holds a hand out towards you.

“Come with me.”

“I can’t swim.”

He tilts his head, a small frown creasing at his brows.

“I thought most humans learn how to swim when they are children.”

You duck your head bashfully.

“They do. We do. They tried to teach me, when I was young. I wasn’t very good at it, so they gave up on me.”

“I’ll teach you.”

He tugs lightly on your thighs, hooking his hands beneath the crook of your knees to encourage you. Fear sinks in your stomach, though you can’t deny how much you want to follow him into the sea.

“You’re trying to drown me, Darkling.”

He shakes his head adamantly.

“I’ll teach you,” he repeats.

“I can’t.” The words come out as a whine, distress at the edge of your voice, pleading with him to stop offering you something you aren’t strong enough to deny for much longer.

He reaches into the pouch at his belt, pulling out a necklace of some sort.

“Would this help?” he asks, holding it out between you both. You frown.

“What is it?”

“Alina’s power. There’s enough in this gem to give you a tail.”

His words have you halting in place.

Everything you’ve ever wanted is hanging from his fingertips, swinging gently in the sea breeze. The buttery yellow crystal glimmers in the sunlight, power swirling in its depths. He lifts the necklace up over your head, placing it around your neck. Tracing your fingers over the chain, you stare down at the small jewel.

“I can’t take this from her.”

“She’s with her prince.”

“A prince who doesn’t love her.”

He shrugs casually.

“Human love shifts like the tides.” When he sees the frown on your face, he elaborates in a gentle tone, “Humans are fickle. Alina is a pretty girl and they can grow to tolerate one another.”

“Tolerate one another,” you remark dejectedly. “It isn’t exactly the True Love she’s been hoping for.”

“Sometimes we don’t get what we hope for.”

What do you hope for, Darkling? The question is on the tip of your tongue as you watch him eyeing the coastline with a guarded expression. His gaze returns to you, the moment he sees you shiver as the cold breeze bites at your skin.

“We would have to get you a coat as well.”

Warmth flushes over your cheeks at the doting intimacy in his eyes. Then the sound of a dog barking breaks you apart. Both of you turn towards the noise and you tense when you see Alina walking arm in arm with her prince. Of course she would bring him here, to the little cove that has been your private safe haven for years.

The weight of the Darkling’s eyes on your face feels like a delicate caress, one that has embarrassment burning down your neck.

“When you change your mind,” he says softly. “Stand in the shallows with the crystal in your hand. Call my name and I will come for you.”

“I don’t know your name, Darkling.”

He leans forward, pressing a tender kiss against your cheek. The soft brush of his lips is warm, an unfamiliar tingle prickling over your chilled skin as he murmurs,

“It’s Aleksander.”

Then he disappears beneath the waves.

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Whenever you visit the cove, the Darkling seems to find you. Ever since your first meeting, he has remained in your thoughts, and you’ve considered his offer much more than you know you should. The crystal hanging around your neck feels heavier by the day.

He lingers in the shallows and you wade through the ice cold water, shivering as goosebumps spread over your skin. The water splashes around your legs as you walk beside him, mildly vexed by his constant presence and the place he’s carving for himself in your life.

“I didn’t say your name.”

“Not with your lips,” he concedes calmly.

The flimsy waterproof jacket you’re wearing does little to keep you warm or dry. It certainly can’t compare to his coat - a magnificent heap of black fur shielding his shoulders, lining the cloth hood that he had pushed from his head the moment he had seen you. The dark fabric of his cloak clings to his body, soaked by the seawater.

“Grisha are born with their coats,” you state.

He nods. The fur is a part of him, the cloak added by Grisha whose song has the ability to manipulate cloth.

“How… how would I get one?”

His gaze is firm as he studies you, dark eyes flickering pensively between your own.

“Since you were born on land, you would have to kill another creature of land.”

“Kill?”

He nods again, slowly.

“Some Grisha replace their coats, with the hide or fur of an animal they’ve slain, to amplify their power.”

Subconsciously, your eyes land on his coat.

“Have you ever done that?”

He stiffens.

“No.”

Fearful that you had offended him, you look down at the water that sways against your waist. The chill of it soaks through your clothes and another cold breeze soon has your teeth chattering.

“Are you cold?” he asks. You shake your head. He laughs, a harsh sound that jostles the fur at his shoulders. “Come here.”

“Further into the water?”

Incredulously, you raise a brow at him, though he seems to see the fear lingering in your eyes as you stare at the grey water between the two of you. Slowly, he moves towards you, as close to the shore as he physically can with his tail. He curls his fingers around your wrist and you’re surprised by the heat of him.

The warmth of his hand weakens some of your resolve, allowing him to guide you gently into his arms. A small groan of unexpected pleasure escapes from the back of your throat, as your cheek presses against his bare chest.

“How are you so warm?” you ask, barely aware that you had spoken aloud. He breathes out a soft chuckle as he slowly pets your hair, smoothing back the windswept locks.

“Grisha have thicker skin than humans.”

Even as you loop your arms around his waist, your body continues shaking with the cold that has nestled inside you, as the water laps over the middle of your chest.

“I don’t think I’d survive the winter.”

His grip tightens on you.

“You would.”

He nuzzles his nose against your hairline, lips brushing over your forehead.

“Some Grisha hibernate.” He must feel your frown against his skin, as he soon elaborates, “They fill their cave with soft corals and sea plants, find a good mate to keep them warm, and then they go to bed for the majority of the winter season.”

Ignoring the word mate, you remark quietly,

“I don’t think I could sleep for that long.”

He chuckles again.

“There are herbs for Grisha who struggle sleeping during hibernation.” He presses the barest hint of a kiss to your hairline. “To keep you drowsy and sated.” He nudges his nose against your temple, lowering his lips to graze the shell of your ear. “And I’ve found there are innumerable activities to partake in bed, should sleep evade you.”

Heat burns over your cheeks, thrumming down your body and you squirm in his arms, like a fish caught in a net, which seems to please him. He holds onto the nape of your neck, squeezing firmly in a subtle display of dominance and you melt under his touch.

His hand moves to cup your jaw, almost cradling your face as he looks down at you. The most dangerous creatures lurk in the darkest depths of the ocean and his eyes hold every ounce of that danger. A predator poised to strike. His fingers curl around your throat.

“Darkling,” you gasp. “Please.” His grip on your throat tightens and your body throbs with desire - an endless longing that aches inside you.

“Say my name,” he demands.

You crumble.

“Aleksander.”

He grins, victorious. The glow of the crystal hanging from your neck illuminates his features, dark eyes shinning with triumph as he leans forward to kiss you hungrily.

Surrendering to his kiss comes easily to you, each motion of his lips against yours carries you further from yourself - like an undercurrent sweeping you away. Magic tingles over your skin, hairs standing up as sensation rushes through your body.

“I intend for you to be mine,” he breathes out against your lips. “Wholly and completely.”

His teeth drag lightly over your lower lip, tugging gently on the supple flesh as his hands squeeze at your hips. Turning to face him, you look up into his eyes with vulnerability shining in your gaze.

“And you’d be mine?”

His eyes darken.

“No one but you would lay a finger on me.”

“I want that. I want you.”

He grasps the back of your neck tightly.

“Careful, little human. Those who make deals with me only gain what they want after losing what they need.”

“I need you, Aleksander, please. I can’t stop thinking about you.”

Whether it’s the sound of his name from your lips, or your words themselves, you’re uncertain, but whatever resolve Aleksander had been maintaining is shattered and his mouth descends onto yours. He devours every sound that escapes from the back of your throat - every moan and whimper as you scramble to hold onto him.

He groans when your fingers thread through his hair, tugging instinctively on the dark strands before your hands stroke over the fur of his coat. A shudder runs through him, as he unzips your jacket. The material slips off your shoulders easily, floating away the moment Aleksander discards it. He steps further into the water, drawing you deeper into the sea.

The waves caress your collarbones, water soaking through your shirt and you whimper as fear settles in your stomach.

“Aleksander-”

He hushes you instantly.

“I promised you a tail, didn’t I?” He presses his lips against yours once again, lithe fingers unbuttoning your remaining clothing, his hands tugging at your trousers. “But you need to be bare for the transformation to begin.”

“I don’t have a coat yet.”

“The change isn’t permanent.” He pulls your shirt off and you whimper as the cold water covers your bare chest. “With practice, you will be able to change back into your human form on a whim.” He mouths a line of kisses over your exposed throat and you squirm as he rasps against your skin, “We’ll search for the stag together.”

Blinking in confusion, you attempt to focus on his words, thoroughly distracted by his touch and kisses, especially when he reaches under the water to remove your shoes - the final piece of clothing on your body.

“Stag?” you gasp. He hums with a small nod as he murmurs,

“For your coat.”

His explanation doesn’t alleviate the frown on your face.

“Together?”

He grins mischievously, a wicked glimmer in his eyes.

“You thought I was bound to the sea?” Wide eyed, you nod slowly. He laughs, hooking a finger under your chin. His thumb smooths along your jawline. “Oh little human, have you forgotten who you’re talking to?”

“Will it hurt?” you ask meekly. An unfamiliar intensity burns in his eyes.

“Yes. But it will be bearable.” He kisses you softly. “As long as you relax and allow your body to change, it will do so naturally. Don’t fight it.”

There’s a fierce ache in your legs, deep in your bones and pinching at every inch of muscle. A cry catches in your throat and you cling onto him. He kisses your shoulder reassuringly as he moves backwards, deeper into the sea. Panic spears through your stomach and your heart beats wildly against your rib cage as your feet leave the safety of the sandy seabed. Instantly, you flail in the water.

“Keep your legs closed,” he instructs you.

“But-”

He keeps one arm around your waist, holding you upright against his chest, whilst the other cups the back of your head. There’s a pressure under your skin, as if something is simmering beneath the surface, waiting to break free. It weighs you down, threatening to drag you under the waves.

“Don’t try to swim. You’ll only hurt yourself.”

His thumb grazes over your collarbone.

“Just relax. I’ll keep you afloat for as long as you need.”

The ache is in your chest now, the skin over your ribs splitting open as gills crack into existence over each of your sides. There’s blood in the water, curling around your bodies as colourful splotches dance over your vision. A breathless cough heaves at your shoulders, as the air in your lungs grows thinner by the second.

Aleksander murmurs reassurances against your ear, his hand petting the sensitive skin on your bare sides as you wheeze for breath. He kisses your cheek, his nose nuzzling there affectionately, though you can barely feel it as dizziness overtakes you. His words are muffled, but you feel them ring through your body.

“Are you ready for the rest of your life?”

Then he drags you beneath the surface of the water.

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russosafehaven · 7 months

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possession.

*established relationship, fluff+angst, kissing, possessive behavior, fem!reader*

tags; @idaofinfinity @e-dubbc11 @rosaleenablack @firexfate @aoi-targaryen

You always made Billy feel wanted, and he felt like he was fumbling in the dark trying to return the sentiment. He’d never been taught how to love, all he knew was to possess you. That possession equaled love.

He won you a teddy stuffy at the fair, having shot every target with ease, impressing everyone around him, he wasn’t a scout sniper specialist for nothing. But he really wanted your approval, if only to feel as though he was enough.

You reached up on your tippy toes, and squeezed his hips, your own possession of him making his heart flutter, and kissed him sweetly. Your cheeks burned.

He pulled you closer, the teddy squished between the two of you, deepening the kiss, tongue chasing yours. You could feel every inch of him against you. He made you feel like you were worth something. You hadn’t been cared about since before your mother died when you were eight.

You’d always been a burden, but not to Billy who always made you feel like you belonged, who reminded you that you were his, and made you coffee in the mornings after you’d stayed over, and left marks on you so everyone at work knew you were his.

"Want some cotton candy?" He asked, breathless.

You nodded, and felt more butterflies when he took your hand, pulling you along.

You never wanted this to end.

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russosafehaven · 7 months

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you know just what I want, so please.

warnings: yandere, kissing, fluff, manipulation, fem!reader.

summary: Billy feeds you.

words: 302.

tags: @idaofinfinity @e-dubbc11 @rosaleenablack @firexfate @aoi-targaryen

wicked game masterlist.

&&&

Billy pushed the fork against your lips, “Open up, bunny.” He said, voice like whiskey.

You felt your cheeks heat, but you opened your mouth, his warm voice compelling you.

It was steak, and it was good. You’d never be able to afford a meal like this on your income, steak was for people in a higher bracket, you thought watching him cut another piece, taking a bite himself. Your mouth watered, wanting another taste, but tried not to look too eager.

He hummed, “Want more, bunny?” He asked, warmly. It was his dinner, but you had been watching him from a far longingly, so he’d enticed you over with a good meal.

He cut another piece, holding it out to you. You audibly hummed at how good it tasted, juicy and perfectly seared.

“Taste good, baby?” He husked.

“Uh huh.” You said swallowing, soft eyes on him, leaning closer to him, looking at him from under your lashes. He wondered if you knew how alluring you were.

“C’mere,” he said, and you obeyed, scooting closer to him eagerly wanting whatever he gave. A little bit of care, a little bit of kindness, and he had you eating out of his hand, literally. He leaned forward, kissing you, tongue pressing to the seam of your lips, you opened wanting to taste the whiskey on him, and you pressed your thighs together at the feel of his tongue touching yours.

He pulled back, chuckling when you chased his mouth, eager for more of the whiskey on his tongue. “Gotta finish our dinner, then I’ll give you another kiss.” He said, taking a sip of his whiskey.

You looked torn between steak and Billy. He laughed, god you were so fucking cute, his sweet little rabbit. He was going to enjoy making you his.

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russosafehaven · 7 months

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sweater weather.

warnings: established relationship, fluff, grump/sunshine, fem!reader.

summary: Billy picks you up from work in one of his snuggly sweaters. A microfic for Flufftober.

words: 165.

tags: @idaofinfinity @e-dubbc11 @rosaleenablack @firexfate @aoi-targaryen (I’m so sorry for being terrible at tagging. I tend to forget.)

&&&

Your boyfriend picked you up every day at the bookshop where you worked, walking you home. And as the days grew colder as fall began, he’d often come in one of his soft sweaters that you loved, wearing a pair of dark jeans and his combat boots.

You burst out of the bookstore excitedly, almost knocking someone over who cussed at you, but you ignored them. You launched yourself into Billy’s arms, wrapping your arms around his waist, and rubbed your face into his chest.

Billy huffed; “Hello to you, too.” His fingers tangled in your hair as you shivered in the cool breeze. You were only wearing a skirt and blouse, “Shoulda brought a coat.” He scolded lightly.

You smiled comforted by his grumpy demeanor, looking up at him. “You’ll keep me warm.”

Billy shook his head, amused. “What am I gonna do with you, bunny?”

His stomach fluttered at your sweet smile as you tightened your grip on him.

Here, he was loved.

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russosafehaven · 7 months

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Rainy Days

Another submission for Mandy's Sweater Weather Challenge, created by @she-likesorchids. I used the Sentence Prompts: "Oh no, it's raining" & "Don't move, you're warm." Just some rainy day smut with Billy Russo.

This is one of the biggest storms to hit New York. The morning is grey and gloomy, as you look down on the once busy streets of Manhattan. Today the streets are flooded. The few that are out there are knee deep in water. You blow on your steaming morning latte, wrapping your hands around the hot mug. You love staying at Billy's place. He's got the good espresso machine. Your mini-Keurig at home doesn't even compare.

The first report of the incoming storm, Billy had you packed up and brought you over to his penthouse. It's not like your building was in any danger, you were 6 stories above ground, but who are you to argue with an over-protective boyfriend? You feel his strong arms wrap around your waist, pulling you back against his chest. He smells of body wash, his wet hair brushing against you as he kisses your neck. "Oh no, it's raining!" He nips at your shoulder with his teeth, "What will we do??" What started off as fake sincerity ends up in a devious rumble.

You turn in his arms to find him bare-chested, with a towel wrapped around his hips, "I have a few ideas, Mr. Russo."

*****

Billy

She licks down the skin of my abdomen, pausing to bite my scar at my hip. My hands clutch at my sides so i don't grip her hair to move her mouth to exactly where I want it to be. When she nuzzles my groin, her cheek brushing against my cock, I look down so I can watch her between my legs. The sight is almost more than i can handle.

As wet heat surrounds the head of my cock, I make a promise to myself that I will do everything in my power to convince this woman never to leave.

"Yes..." I hiss.

Her eyes peer up, and I'm entranced by the glide of her mouth over me. As she catches a rhythm, I lift my hips to match her movements. The gentle flicks of her tongue and the soft suction of her lips increase & her eyes flutter shut. Her obvious enjoyment along with the erotic sounds coming from her chest, turns me on.

"Stop, stop, stop, baby."

Her mouth slicks up one more time & releases me with a pop. She smiles & leans over me, her body now warm & pliant against mine. I grab her ass, molding & shaping her to me. She rubs up against me like a cat & takes my earlobe between her teeth. Heat streaks through me.

*****

Everything about Billy is beautiful. You suck little marks down his neck while reaching back, taking his cock in your hand. You sigh as you lower yourself, slowly taking him into you. Groaning in unison, you arch your back, resting your hands on his shoulders to steady yourself. Billy's impatient. Patience was never one of his virtues. Hands gripping your waist, he shoves you down on his cock as he thrust up into you.

The burn from him stretching you, makes you cry out. He grabs your jaw bring your mouth down to his for a hungry kiss, "Aw baby, you can take it." You nod. Billy always fills you so completely. "You're always so good to me, aren't you?" You ease up and sink yourself down on him again. "Beautiful. So, fucking beautiful." His hands are on your hips, but he lets you set the pace.

You start clenching down on him as you feel your orgasm quickly approaching. HIs hand travel up our torso, circling your throat as his other hand start playing with your clit. It throws your rhythm off & you moan. Your eyes flutter shut & the grip on your throat tightens & his thumb stops working its magic on your pussy. "Eyes on me!" Your eyes quickly meet his ebony gaze and a sob escapes you. Billy enjoys your fucked-out gaze. He loves that he can get you to this state.

Billy adjusts you on him so he can fuck up into you, hitting your gspot with every thrust. "Billy, please. Please."

"You want to come?"

"Yes, yes, yes" your chant matching his thrusts. Your eyes droop and there's a stinging slap to your outer thigh & you scream.

"Eyes on me!" Billy growls.

"That hurt!" You sink your nails into his chest. Billy hisses & laughs, flipping you both over so you're beneath him.

His thrusts are harder and faster as he captures your mouth with his. His tongue twisting with yours. "Sorry. I'll kiss it better." He gives you a devilish smile, slipping his hand between you, to rub your clit. "Now, sweetheart. Come for me."

Billy knows your body to well. The right amount of pressure has you withering beneath him, gasping as the pressure builds. "Fuck, Billy." The thickness of him as he pumped in and out of you brought you quickly to the edge, finally succumbing to your own body with a cry.

Feeling Billy's thrust quicken, you open your legs wider, raising your knees to grip his hips. Reflex takes over & he becomes frantic with his thrusts, pushing deeply, pouring himself into you.

He tries to move off of you, but your wrap your arms around him, "Don't move. You're warm." He collapses on top of you, peppering your neck & shoulders with kisses.

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