#Victor kain x reader

[shmowder]

Could I please request a second part to the "What their kiss feels like" drabbles? With Yulia, Aglaya, Katerina, + Victor if you can forgive me for breaking the unspoken girls-only rule (that I just made up in my head)

🐿️ anon

Don't worry, Vicky is basically one of the girls, so it's fine to include him as a little treat. Hell, I'll throw in his oomfie Sasha as well.

What their kiss feels like

[fluff, kissing, romance, GN Reader]

Aglaya Lilich

Her lips are cold, bare and soft like cotton. They press against yours with reassured confidence, slotting perfectly in place. Ghosting her lips over yours for a stretched out second, observing you squirming in anticipation. Just as you're about to speak, she fully closes her mouth against yours, swallowing your words and relishing in the look of surprise on your face. The flat of her palm resting against your chest, as if toying with the strings of your heart. She tastes of nothing, strangely.

She kisses you as if it was her one purpose in life, as if this one simple act was all that this universe was created for. More sensual than you'd ever expect from the fearsome inquisitor, it's tantalising and calm, soothing yet blunt. A faint smile adorns her lips in the aftermath, Aglaya seems content with her life for a moment.

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Yulia Lyuricheva

Her lips are dry more often than not. She tends to forget to occasionally drink water and other menial tasks alike. Sometimes, you taste bitter coffee at the tip of her tongue, othertimes it's the sour aftermath taste of a cigarette smoke. It takes coaxing to get her to fully melt into a kiss, let her guard down, snuff out the cigarette and replace it with your lips against hers. And then it takes even more effort to get her to let go when all she wants is to overdose on your taste.

She kisses you as if it's her one solace from despair, lethargic in her slow movement, slowly regaining her vigour through each peck and kiss. Kissing her is the only way to get her to shut up when nothing kind seems to come out of her mouth that day.

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Katerina Saburova

Erratic and hungry, greedly chasing after your lips whenever you pull away for air, your lungs burning inside your chest as her blown wide pupils meet your eyes, silently pleading for you to give her just a little bit more. The taste of her lipstick is... exactly how you'd expect makeup to taste like, leaving stains and marks alongside your lips and smearing around the corners of your mouth. Her arms fully wrap around your shoulders, taking a hold of your nape and guiding you towards her. You're pressed impossible close that her perfume latches onto you for hours to come afterwards, a lavender fragrance following in your trail.

She kisses you as if she's only been kissed once before and spent the rest of her life chasing after that high, attempt after attempt to replicate that feeling, starved for affection and devotion.

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Victor Kain

His lips are relatively soft, well taken care of. There's a subtle taste of mint that becomes more prominent the deeper the kiss goes. Was it his morning toothpaste or one of the chocolate mint candies he kept in a bowl on his desk for guests? His hands immediately find your waist, simply holding you there, thumbs moving back and forth on your sides. You almost get the impression he'd rather do this sitting down, to get you comfortable on his lap so he may prolong this act of intimacy to his heart's content.

He kisses you with gentleness, it's almost suffocating how delicately he treats you. Measured movement preventing him from crossing the line of "barely enough" Keeping you aching and seeking more. Never quite satisfying your appetite as he pulls away before you could have your fill, only to start the process all over again.

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Alexander Saburov

His lips are thin, chapped almost, and pressed tightly closed more often than not. the after shave stubble surrounding his mouth scratches your skin in a good way, slightly ticklish. He apologetically changes his position in an attempt to get you more comfortable. His posture is straight, stiff shoulders loosening as he melts into your kiss as the tips of his fingers glide down your back. Sometimes, he tastes like honey, just like how sweet he likes his morning tea.

He kisses you in moderation, with abstinence in mind. As if you're the world's greatest temptation, his very own personal tormentor. The river of styx, he must resist drinking from least everything else he deems important might vanish from his memory.

[mbruben-stein]

list of things I write and take requests for.

list of things I will write:

Scenarios.

Headcanons / HC (I only do four to seven characters.)

Boyfriend Scenarios.

Girlfriend Scenarios.

Dating would Include.

Match-up.

Soulmate.

Love stories

X Reader.

x pregnant character or reader.

Character X Character.

X They/Them reader.

X Male Reader

X Female Reader

Girl x Boy.

Boy x Boy.

Girl X Girl.

Yandere Alphabet

S/O Headcanons.

SFW Alphabet.

NSFW Alphabet 18+.

list of prompts writing request ideas and request:

Main Paige/list.

List of animes and characters that I write.

Snow White With Red Hair:

Zen Wisteria

Shirayuki

Kiki Seiran

Mitsuhide Louen

Obi

Mihaya

Kazuki

Ryuu

Raji Shenazard

Sakaki

Black Butler:

Sebastian Michaelis

Ciel Phantomhive

Mey-Rin

Grell Sutcliff

Undertaker

Finnian

Bardroy

Pluto

Lau

Soma Asman Kadar

William T. Spears

Agni

Ronald Knox

Alois Trancy

Claude Faustus

Hannah Annafellows

My Hero Academia:

Izuku Midoriya

Katsuki Bakugo

Momo Yaoyorozu

Shoto Todoroki

Fumikage Tokoyami

Mezo Shoji

Denki Kaminari

Hanta Sero

Kyoka Jiro

Dabi / Touya Todoroki

Mashirao Ojiro

Eijiro Kirishima

Ochaco Uraraka

Tsuyu Asui

Mina Ashido

Himiko Toga

Tenya Ida

Toru Hagakure

Mirio Togata

Tamaki Amajiki

Nejire Hado

Hitoshi Shinso

Melissa Shield

Hawks / Keigo Takami

Eraser Head / Shota Aizawa

All Might / Toshinori Yagi

Midnight / Nemuri Kayama

Mr. Principal / Nezu

Ingenium / Tensei Ida

Tomura Shigaraki

One piece:

Monkey D. Luffy

Roronoa Zoro

Nami

Nico Robin

Sanji

Shanks

Usopp

Trafalgar D. Water Law

Portgas D. Ace

Sabo

Dracule Mihawk

Inuyasha:

Inuyasha

Kagome

Koga

Sesshōmaru

Miroku

Sango

Kohaku

Shippo

The sacrificial princess and the king of beasts:

Sariphi

Leonhart

Ilya

Anubis

Death Note:

l lawliet

Light Yagami

Near

Touta Matsuda

Misa Amane

Ryuk

Vampire Knight:

Zero Kiryu

Hanabusa Aido

Yuki Cross

Kaname Kuran

Senri Shiki

Takuma Ichijo

Akatsuki Kain

Kaien Cross

Ruka Souen

Toga Yagari

Ichiru Kiryu

Rido Kuran

Attack On Titans:

Eren Yeager

Levi Ackerman

Mikasa Ackerman

Armin Arlert

Historia Reiss

Jean Kirschtein

Connie Springer

Hange zoe

Erwin Smith

Annie Leonhart

Sasha Braus

Moblit Berner

Reiner Braun

Marco Bodt

Bertolt Hoover

Ymir

Yu-Gi-Oh:

Yugi Muto

Seto Kaiba

Yami Yugi / Adam Moto

Téa Gardner

Joey Wheeler

Tristan Taylor

Mokuba Kaiba

Bakura

Avatar the Last Airbender. (Yes, I count this as an anime. This is because I really like it and love it. Sorry for the people who don't think it's an anime, but you can't change my mind.):

Aang

Zuko

Katara

Toph

Sokka

Ty Lee

Azula

Diabolical lovers:

Yui Komori

Reiji Sakamaki

Ayato Sakamaki

Laito Sakamaki

Subaru Sakamaki

Shu Sakamaki

Yui Komori

Kou Mukami

Ouran High School Host Club:

Tamaki Suoh

Kyoya Ootori

Kaoru Hitachiin

Hitachiin Hikaru

Haruhi Fujioka

Ritsu Kasanoda

Takashi Morinozuka

Violet Evergarden:

Gilbert Bougainvillea

Benedict Blue

violet Evergarden

Cattleya Baudelaire

Claudia Hodgins

Iris Cannary 

 The Ancient Magus’ Bride:

Chise Hatori

Elias Ainsworth

Lindel

Ruth

Silver

Assassination Classroom:

Nagisa Shiota

Karma Akabane

Hinano Kurahashi

Hinata Okano

Tadaomi Karasuma

Korosensei

Yuri on ice:

Yuuri Katsuki

Yuri Plisetsky

Victor Nikiforov

Mila Babicheva

Otabek Altin

Phichit Chulanont

Ben 10:

Ben

Gwen

Kevin

Rook Blonko

Ken

RWBY

Ruby Rose

Yang Xiao Long

Weiss Schnee

Blake Belladonna

Pyrrha Nikos

Lie Ren

Jaune Arc

Oscar Pine

Sun Wukong

Ozpin

Crow / Qrow Branwen

Tokyo Revengers:

Takemichi Hanagaki

Mikey/Manjiro Sano

Draken/Ken Ryūgūji

Takashi Mitsuya

Keisuke Baji

Chifuyu Matsuno

Hinata Tachibana

Kazutora Hanemiya

Akkun/Atsushi Sendo

Smiley/Nahoya Kawata

Angry/souya kawata

Emma Sano

Ran Haitani

Rindo Haitani

Shuji Hanma

Izana Kurokawa

list of movies and characters that I write.

Harry Potter:

Harry Potter

Hermione Granger

Ron Weasley

Luna Lovegood

Rubeus Hagrid

Neville Longbottom

Ginny Weasley

Remus Lupin

Fred Weasley

George Weasley

Draco Malfoy

Charlie Weasley

Sirius Black

Twilight:

Edward Cullen

Bella Swan

Jacob Black

Alice Cullen

Jasper Hale

Carlisle Cullen

Emmett Cullen

Sam Uley

Embry Call

Hocus Pocus:

Thackery Binx

Max Dennison

Rise of the Guardians:

Jack Frost

Bunnymund

Nicholas St. North

Tooth Fairy

Pitch Black

The Hobbit / The Lord of the Rings:

Bilbo Baggins

Thorin Oakenshield

Samwise Gamgee

Legolas

Fili

Kili

Thranduil

Frodo Baggins

list of Marvel movies / comics and characters that I write.

The Avengers:

Peter Parker / Spider-Man

Bruce Banner / Hulk

Tony Stark / Iron Man

Natasha Romanoff / Black Widow

Thor

Clint Barton

Steve Rogers / Captain America

Loki

T'Challa / Black Panther

Miles Morales / Spinn Spider-Man / Kid-Arachnid

Guardians of the Galaxy:

Peter Quill / Star-Lord

Rocket Raccoon

Gamora

Yondu

Groot

Drax

list of DC movie / Comics and characters that I write.

DC: 

Bruce Wayne / Bat-Man

Clark Kent / Superman

Diana Prince / Wonder Woman

Dick Grayson / Nightwing

Jon Lane Kent

Selina Kyle / Catwoman

Zatanna Zatara

Tim Drake

Kara Zor-El / Supergirl

Suicide Squad:

Harley Quinn

Deadshot

Chato Santana

Tatsu Yamashiro

Teen Titans:

Damian Wayne / Robin

Raven

Koriand'r / Starfire

Victor Stone / Cyborg

Garfield Logan / Beast Boy

Jaime Reyes / Blue Beetle

Terra

list of shows and characters that I write.

Secrets Of Unfortunate Events:

Violet Baudelaire

Klaus Baudelaire

Quigley Quagmire

Isadora Quagmire

Lemony Snicket

Fiona Widdershins

Duncan Quagmire

Gravity Falls:

Dipper

Mabel

Wendy

robbie

The owl house:

Luz Noceda

Edalyn Clawthorne/ the owl lady

Willow Park

Lilith Clawthorne

Gus Porter

Amity Blight

Emira Blight

Edric Blight

Hunter/ the golden guard

Milo Murphy's Law:

Milo Murphy

Melissa Chase

Zack Underwood

Sara Murphy

Amanda Lopez 

Dakota

Balthazar Cavendish

TMNT/ Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles 2012:

Leo/Leonardo

Raph/Raphael

Donnie/Donatello

Mikey/Michelangelo

Splinter/Hamato Yoshi

April O'nell

Cassey Jones

[jupitermelichios]

So you want to read Marvel comics

A while back I made a post of Marvel & DC comics that would make a good intro into the world of comics, and I thought it was time for an update. So here’s some more short run Marvel comics to try if you’re just getting into comics (or some recs for those of you who already are).

Press J to skip this post.

1. X-Club (2012) - 5 issues. 

I’m always a little wary of recommending Si Spurrier’s Marvel comics to new readers, because no matter what Marvel want him to do he writes in a universe largely divorced from continuity. That said, the Marvel universe in his head is a glorious mess of high camp, melodrama and comedy and I love it. X-Club is one of his best Marvel works, focussing on the scientists who surround the X-Men. Funny, silly and with some great character moments.

Written by Si Spurrier, drawn by Paul Davidson, coloured by Rachelle Rosenburg

Starring: Dr Nemesis, Kavita Rao, Danger, Madison Jeffries

Best for fans of comedy action

2. New Warriors (2014) - 12 issues

This book got cancelled just as it was really finding its feet, but while I would have loved to see more, they did a great job of wrapping up most of their plot threads in time for the issue 12 finale. Like all the best Marvel comics, this is best described as a romp, about superpowered teenagers taking on a villain called the High Evolutionary (whose whole deal is furries). I read it knowing nothing about most of the characters and was rarely confused, despite it being a sequal to previous New Warriors books. A great introduction to one of Marvel’s perennial teen teams.

Written by Christopher Yost, drawn by Marcus To, coloured by David Curiel and Ruth Redmond

Starring: Justice, Speedball, Nova (Sam Alexander), Sun Girl, Scarlet Spider (Kaine), Hummingbird, Haechi, Silhouette, Water Snake, The High Evolutionary, The Celestials

Best for fans of young adult adventure

3. Angela: Asguard’s Assasin (2014) - 6 issues

This is the first in a 3 part series, followed by Angela 1601 and Angela: Queen of Hel, all of which are wonderful. Do you want transwomen? Do you want women of colour? Do you want women loving women while also having space-opera adventure quests? Then you need Angela and her wife Sera, here to bring you the good news of queer comic-book writers. Honestly I can’t tell you how good the Angela series is - you need to go read it for yourself. Plus it’s a veritable who’s who of Asguard, so a great introduction to that part of earth 616

Written by Keiron Gillen & Magueritte Bennet

Starring: Angela (Aldrif), Sera, Malekith the Accursed, Thor, Odin, Freyja, Rocket Raccoon, Groot, Gamora, Star-Lord, Drax the Destroyer, Heidall, Sif, The Warriors Three, Loki

Best for fans of high fantasy lesbians

4. Ultimates (2015) - 12 issues

How high can sci-fi get before it loops back round to being fantasy? This is a book which walks that line - sci-fi so metaphysical it’s almost philosophy, except it’s not because it’s Superheroes in spandex fighting an all powerful being in the universe’s silliest hat.

Written by Al Ewing 

Starring: America Chavez, Spectrum, Blue Marvel, Captain Marvel, Black Panther, Galactus

Best for fans of high sci-fi

5. New Avengers (2015) - 18 issues

If any comic deserved 6 season and a movie it’s this 2015 title. When Science Super-villains A.I.M run out of funds they decide to sell off the organisation. Former New Mutant Sunspot has a massive fortune, a desire to save the world, and a flair for the dramatic. It’s a match made in heaven. (Fans of the book don’t despair, it got a sequel in 2017′s U.S.Avengers).

Written by Al Ewing

Starring: Sunspot, Squirrel Girl, Wiccan, Hulkling, Power Man (Victor Alvarez), White Tiger, Hawkeye (Clint Barton), Songbird, Red Hulk, The Maker, POD, Iron Patriot (Toni Ho), Red Hulk (General Maverick), Canonball

Best for fans of comedy drama

6. Royals (2017) - 12 issues

This is Al Ewing’s third appearance on this list, because he really is just that good a writer. This is the perfect introduction to the Inhumans, who are way more interesting than the TV show would have you believe. This is classic space opera - a warring family of royalty on an epic quest to save their dying race from certain extinction. I didn’t think I liked the Inhumans until I read this book.

Written by Al Ewing

Starring: Medusa, Maximus the Mad, Gorgon, Swain, Flint, Marvel Boy (Noh-Var), Ronan the Accuser

Best for fans of space-opera

7. Mockingbird (2016) - 8 issues

If James Bond were an american woman with superpowers, actual human emotions and a chemistry degree, he’d be Mockingbird. Silly, heartfelt and deeply touching in places, this is one of my favourite short comics. Aided by her current boyfriend and his pet Corgi, SHIELD agent Bobbi Morse solves mysteries, fights bad guys and tries to clear her ex-husband’s name for a murder he really did commit.

Written by Chelsea Cain

Starring: Lance Hunter, Mockingbird

Best for fans of light-hearted spy stories and geeky jokes

8. Iceman (2017) - 11 issues

I’m not going to lie, this comics was hard for me to read in places. Not because it’s bad, but because it’s good. Founding X-Man Iceman was outed as gay against his will in a controversial 2015 story. This comic follows him as he works out what his life looks like as a gay mutant, comes out to his parents, and kisses a boy for the first time. Well written and emotional, plus it’s always nice to see queer writers and artists working with queer characters. Warning that this comic deals with homophobia.

Written by Sina Grace

Starring: Iceman, Shadowcat, Daken, Oya, Hercules, Darkstar, Angel, Amp, Ghost Rider

Best for fans of drama

9. Hercules (2016) - 6 issues

Hercules is a laughing stock in the hero world, better known for his drinking than his heroism (even though he’s 10 months sober). Gilgamesh hasn’t left Herlcules’ couch for a month. But when terrifying new gods emerge in the modern age, the old gods are the only ones who can stop them. Epic in the old sense of the word.

Written by Dan Abnett

Starring: Hercules, Tyresius, Gilgamesh, Ire of the Crua before the Ice

10. Black Bolt (2017) - 12 issues

Black Bolt generated a lot of hype when issue 1 dropped last year, and it’s hardly surprising because this comic is something special. Betrayed by his brother, deposed monarch Black Bolt is locked away in the universe’s highest security prison. Depowered, trapped and tortured, he must rely on the help of his fellow prisoners to escape. If escape is even possible. Best read in tandem with Royals (above). Warning that the later part of this comic deals with past child neglect and emotional abuse.

Written by Saladin Ahmed

Starring: Black Bolt, Lockjaw, Absorbing Man, Metal Master, Blinky, Raava

Best for fans of emotional drama and prison break stories

[shmowder]

Victor kain appreciation post by that I mean I'm putting him in a fluffy wedding dress and taking him to the altar with me

Victor x reader rambles below? Extremely self-indulgent.

On the surface, he appears pragmatic with a clear head. He's never one to get agitated nor show much emotion. He prefers looking stoic, albeit a bit more lost in his own world than he realises.

Nina did all the heavylifting when it came to Kain's reputation and earned the family a lifetime of respect and fear, which is why Victor got to play the good cop in front of people, despite him encouraging Nina's behaviour. Likewise, he lets Maria roam free.

He loves his kids, but he also doesn't have a strong moral compass as much as Alexander saburov. As long as his kids are safe and sound, following what's right is more of an optional suggestion he gives them. And yet, if they endanger themselves by their own will, Victor isn't one to stand in the way of their own fate. He's logical, but he clearly had a great regard to the mystical world.

A stubborn confident Reader would do well with him. Someone who argues back and doesn't back down. Someone who doesn't fall for his utopian "for the betterment of humanity" facade and instead tell him to shush it and come back to bed.

Oh, but you know how deranged he really is inside. How much he is willing to sacrifice for an idealistic future, the mould of perfection he trims the edges of humanity to squeeze it into.

After all, he fully buys into the promise of immortality Georgiy and Simon gave.

I wanna wife him up so badly, have him happy again, slowly bit by bit. Compared to the rest of the Kains, he shines the dimmest, and it feels on purpose in a way.

Maybe you're a fourth healer, maybe just a side character, or just an isekaied modern reader. What matters is that any act out of the ordinary will definitely catch his attention. He's like a shark in the waters when it comes to new ideas, to innovation and unconventional means.

Surprisingly, a relationship with him progresses rather fast than you'd expect. He doesn't involve you with his family. He doesn't want you to become another cog in the machine. Especially since he knows how perfectly you'd fit into place with that brilliant mind and refreshing worldview, how easy it would be for Maria to charm you or his father to indoctrinate you.

Is he trying to protect you, or is he hiding you out of selfishness? Out of a need to finally have something for himself, someone for himself rather than sacrifice everything for the greater good of humanity.

Spending time together is a bit awkward at first. He isn't much of a talker, and when he does, it is stray thoughts that appear random and unrelated to each other, but in reality they're mere glimpses to the long conversations he has with himself inside his own mind.

However, when you talk, he pays you his full attention. His mind quiets down, and he finds himself...relaxing. It's been a long while since he has felt anything like that.

How much more merciful it is to be lost in another person rather than his own mind.

Victor is thoughtful in his own ways. He remembers everything you tell him, from the small details about a certain snack you missed eating that isn't available in this town, or a compliment you paid to a certain plant you saw on your way here that he makes a mental note to order more of its species to be planted.

One day, you find him sitting on the floor of his house. Hands hug his knees close to his chest as he rests his head against the wall behind, almost making himself appear smaller as he glances at the tall clock next to him.

With nothing else to do, you choose to sit down next to him. Listening to the ticking of the clock, each second passes by seems faster than the last.

Eventually, you feel his head rest against your shoulder. His body leaning against yours, his hold around his knees loosen.

An intimate moment of the two of you sitting side by side on the floor, staring at nothing in particular, listening to the flow of time through mechanical gears.

That marked the day he officially started seeing you as more.

More than just a passing interest, more than just a selfish need to own something beautiful, more than another pawn on the chessboard.

The next day, you find him tinkering with the same clock. He offers to show you inside of it, explaining the parts and how they work. He gives you his tools and guides you through dissemabling the parts before putting them back together, his hand feels cold holding yours.

You see the corner of his lips lift up, resembling the closest thing you've seen him give to a smile.

The two of you seek each other out through the remaining days, being each other's respites amidst the chaos of this town. You clear his head, lighten the burden on his shoulders, and flutter his heart, which he thought died.

Victor enjoys having you rely on him. He enjoys being handed problems and solving them for you. But he is not one to meddle unless asked, and if rejected on his offers, he never takes it to heart. He lets you be your own person first because it was you he fell in love with an not an imprisoned bird in a cage.

And yet, there is a developing co-dependency between you two. If you ever mention wanting to leave the town, he makes it his mission to change your mind. You can be as free as you want as long as you're nearby.

He lived at the Capital for a while and seen its flaws, he will dissect any destination you might have wished to move to and put its flaws on display in front of you.

If you're really determined, he reminds you that he can still reshape the town. Better yet, his family will build another across the river, a more perfected one. You can shape it too if you stay, rule alongside him even.

Just...please remain by his side.

[shmowder]

When I say I've waited all my life for a Pathologic x reader writer to pop up... well maybe not all my life, but I never thought I'd see the day *and* I love your Minthara works too! Might I request some nsfw P2 Victor Kain x reader headcanons please?

Thank you so much <3 I can't believe one of my bg3 readers came here, especially a Minthara fan! My works of her are my pride and joy. I started this as smut hc, but my hand slipped, and now it's a full fic instead? I hope you like it, even if it's not fully the style you had in mind. Do tell me what you think about it.

Mea columba

[Smut, Fluff, Slight Angst, Comfort, Soft, Tender, unstable mentality, Service top, Coddling, Slight infantilisation kink, repressed feelings, lap sitting, possessiveness]

[P2 Victor x GN Reader]

"With every breath, your soul drains slowly away…"

You can't exactly pinpoint when it started.

Maybe it was you who made the first move after a drink or two behind closed curtains, his hardened eyes softening with each kiss you trailed up his collarbone.

Or was it him who proposed the idea over the dinner date he invited you to out of the blue, his hand resting atop your thigh, inching upwards with every word leaving his lips on why this would be a beneficial arrangement for the both of you.

Frankly, it doesn't matter how.

Ever since that first taste, you've rekindled a feeling inside Victor, which he thought was long gone.

A fire long snuffed out brought back to life with every breathy moan of his name you've graced his ears with.

From how delicately he handles this arrangement, easing you into it each time with a dinner invitation and the offer of sweets and wine, it's as if he's cautious of scaring you off.

Sitting next you on the large dinner table rather than on the opposite end, a clear display of his intimate intentions by blatantly disregarding etiquette.

Sometimes, he takes the initiative to cut your own food for you without you asking. Topping your glass, be it wine or water, before it's empty.

Was it merely a show of good faith or a deeper urge to prove his usefulness to you? Like handling a stray cat, he's aware there is nothing binding you to him or this place.

No concrete promise for you to warm his bed and drive away the suffocating loneliness each night.

He doesn't want to entertain the idea of you finding your solace in others' beside him, It stings.

Alas, it's still at the front of his mind, a factual possibility each time you're even a minute late to his invitation.

Staring at his empty plate, he doesn't need to glance up at the ticking clock by the wall. Time flows through him smoother than it slides between the turning metal gears. An acute awareness of every passing second, every minute reset, every hour before the church bells collide to make a single sound.

Each time the smile doesn't quite reach your eyes when he pulls the chair for you, slowly pushing it in after you sit down.

He enquires about your day, politely adding a comment of acknowledgement as you expose your soul to him.

It paints a different atmosphere, a more domestic one of two lovers, newly betrothed, seeking comfort in each other after a long day.

Rather than two people–almost strangers to add–having a casual affair.

What would've been a scandalous prospect for Victor's reputation in any other place, is, however, as mundane as the changing of the seasons in this town.

The people here are vastly more open-minded, at least the people that look up to the Kains tend to be. Some others, not so much, but they know to keep their opinions to themselves.

You're free to come and go to his wing of the crucible in broad daylight as much as you please.

“Please, do make yourself at home” is what he'd tell you each time, making an effort to greet you at the door and hang your coat for you.

Whatever thing he was busy with is immediately discarded in your presence. Whatever guest meeting he had planned is rearranged to accommodate you.

As if he'd throw everything away just for the chance to play house with you again, spending time together in the same room, be it while talking or staying comfortably silent, Victor doesn't mind either.

However, at the end of each one of those visits, you find yourself being coaxed into his bedroom.

He's really cunning when he needs to be. At times he makes it feel like it was your own idea, at others he openly states his desires, honeyed words flooding your brain, his lips against the underside of your wrist feel nothing short of electrifying.

You're suddenly aware of how little layers he wears, a single buttoned shirt. Contrasting to the style of the upper-class families in this town, Victor manages to achieve elegance solely through simplicity.

How sinful he looks with just the top buttons undone, exposing his bare flesh underneath. Peering down at you from above, eyes wordlessly begging you to follow him, his firm hold around your waist, ordering your body towards him.

How easily you fold each time.

After the long song and dance he prepares each day. The faux domestic fantasy you graciously indulge him in, such an innocent act sending arousal scorching through his veins.

Having you to himself all morning to look after in his own home, eating his own food, letting him provide for you without argument or fuss, allowing him to coddle you in the safety of these four walls.

You're going to be the death of him.

Having you sit on his lap, all by yourself. Victor's breathing halted for a moment the first time you pulled that move, afraid that the air movement through his lungs could disturb you.

He's quick to let you sink back into his chest, one arm secured around you, hand pressed comfortably against your stomach, warming you up. Your head tucked into his neck, your whole being surrendered to him at that moment, entrusting him to hold you.

Part of him is ashamed of how quickly this act can lead to him giving into the growing excitement in his libido, feeling his cock hardening below your soft body, even the most subtle of squirming and swaying you make sends intense pleasure straight to his core, wearing his resolve thin.

Are you teasing him on purpose? Rubbing it into his face how much he gets off on you relying on him, on making yourself small in his lap. How cruel you can be, yet he always lets things slide when it comes to you.

his usually steady hands trembling as they hover over your hips, ghosting over your skin. As if you're a mirage that might fizzle out the second that he reaches towards you, illusory sand slipping through his fingers.

He stretches out this beautiful lie as much as he's allowed to, gradually getting you accustomed to spending more and more time with him, to leaving your responsibilities behind, trading the weight on your shoulders for the bite marks and hickeys he adorns you with.

You're slowly breaking him, taunting his depravity out from under the carpet.

And he takes it, all of that which you give him.

Swallows it whole, the sweet and bitter, the pleasure and pain. He takes and takes like you're the cure for his morose soul.

Admires your sprawled figure on the bed, vulnerable and raw. The reward he's granted after peeling each piece of your clothes off for you, like unravelling a work of art, he never lets you lift a finger.

It's borderline self-flagellation how much he stalls the main event, preferring to kiss up your fragile ankles, mouthing at your calves, whispering tender words just under your knee, digging his teeth into your thighs with calculated pressure that never breaks the skin nor leaves a scratch behind.

What a beautiful sacrificial lamb you've allowed yourself to become, give your body up to him for a night.

Don't you know that it's a facade? His gentle manners are nothing short of a social lubricant, oil to ease the turning of people's cogs, and make their spindles turn favourably towards his direction.

Make them think that their visions aligned with his all along, that they'd be serving themselves by serving him, serving the Kains.

Have them turn an illusion into a reality from the sheer power of belief alone.

But you already know all of that, don't you?

Felt the sharp claws from underneath the clasped hands hidden behind his back, glimpsed the predatory gaze behind the gloss of his eyes, the authority rooted in every polite please and thank you he threw around.

Yet you offer yourself up all the same, indulge his lies, and birth them into half-truths.

Make him dig into his own flesh, test his endurance and devotion time after time. Obedient to please you no matter the cost.

He especially enjoys it when he's on top, when you're pliant beneath him on the soft bed.

Finally, his mouth makes its way between your spread thighs, running his tongue over your heat, losing himself in your taste. Swallowing down all that you have to offer, licking and sucking your sensitive parts while his eyes stay focused on your expression, noticing every twitch of your lips, figuring out what you're the most sensitive to before abusing that until you have no option but to finish down his throat.

Victor continues afterwards, delicately this time to not over-exert you, taking full responsibility for cleaning up the mess you've made.

You don't have to worry about a single thing. Even if you ruin his sheets over and over again, he'll take care of it all.

Here, hug his hand to your chest, hold it with both of your arms, and know that you're safe and secure. Dig your fingers into his flesh if he ever goes overboard or the pleasure is too much, he will notice, he always notices.

Would you prefer his mouth on your chest, too? You don't have to speak. He can guess what's going on in your precious brain.

His tongue is soft against your nipples, barely tugging at them as he takes them into his mouth. Victor drinks in your expression, serene satisfaction washing over him, fueling the desire growing inside his chest, squeezing his heart deliciously tight with every whimper you sound out.

Treating you like you're made out of glass, obsidian to be more precise. Sharp enough to cut through his skin like paper, yet fragile enough to shatter from being turned around too fast.

Only someone like him knows how to handle something as precious as you.

Only someone like him has both the mental strength and self-restraint required to never falter, to walk the precise thin line of right and wrong.

Tethering on the edges of your reality, just shy away from bringing your sky falling down, yet never quite pulling you falling off of that cliff alongside him.

He won't.

He refuses to.

He can't lose you too. He can't lose his little dove.

His family may never touch you. His brother's preaching may never reach you, and his legacy may never hurt you.

And he may never have you, for if he does, he fears your wings being plucked off.

How many feathers were stolen for Icarus to fashion his waxy wings with? How many birds left with wings broken just to sate his curiosity?

How many precious doves paid for the price of humanity's pride. Robbed out of their innocence so his may never die, so humanity may someday finally fly and soar through the sky.

Victor disagrees, you don't belong to humanity, you belong to him.

He holds you with the knowledge that you will not escape death, with the acute awareness of your finite life, that your soul will never be reborn.

That when you're gone, you're gone indefinitely.

He worships you like a dying man praying to a merciless, cold-eyed god.

You're already leaking again just from him mouthing against your chest, listening to the beating of your heart as his tongue flicks against your nipples. Memorising the sweet taste of your skin, etching the sounds you make into his soul, hoping he'll still recall them when he is anew.

How could immortality taste so cruel?

You're breathless by the time he lets go, eyes glossy and lips parted as you look at him. The flush on his face reaches his ears, pupils dilated, although his expression barely scratches the surface of the emotional turmoil he's going through.

At least he thinks his face looks the same as it always does, unaware of the softness erasing the clenching of his jaw, dissipating the tightness in his eyebrows, easing the wrinkles on his forehead.

You lean in and watch his eyes immediately glance at your lips, eyelashes fluttering shut as you press your mouth against his. Victor melts into you without any objection, doesn't pretend for a second that this simple kiss is anything less than cathartic to experience.

Doesn't pull away until you do, even when his air runs out and lungs burn in protest, he lets you drag him along to the edge of suffocation before granting him mercy and allowing him to breathe.

A part of him is aware of how little he'd resist if you never allowed him to take another breath ever again, how this kiss of death would spell his doom if you wished it to be.

Eventually, after he had his fill, completely overindulging in the taste of your body to his heart's content, does he move on to the main event.

Sitting with his back against the bed headboard, he coaxed you into his lap. His leaking cock twitching as your body rests on top of it, you're fully facing him as his fingers work you open.

Soft in texture with a clear past of being calloused–courtesy of being a clocksmith no doubt–his fingertips drag against the silky walls of your insides. Getting you used to the feeling of his own fingers inside you, encouraging your insides to remember the shape and texture of his hand.

Experimentally pressing against every rough patch of skin he feels inside, studying your reaction as he searches and buries his fingers deep down to the knuckles.

Having you squirm and grind yourself down onto his cock, caging it tightly between your weight and his own lap, making it harder for him to remain collected the more and more his mask of civility slips down.

Your lovely voice calling his name, drenched in lust and sin, making his head spin. Tugging at his arm, urging him to hurry up and swap his fingers for his cock, asking him to completely bury himself inside you, to give you what you want.

Crossing the point of no return, Victor's words are stuck to his throat, tongue numb in his mouth as he merely nods along to your request, a quiet word of agreement forced out afterwards.

He starts slowly, never one to rush into things, he keeps his pace and whatever remains of his dignity as he rubs the head of his cock alongside your entrance, circling your hole and smearing pre-cum against it.

Easing it inside, carefully watching your reaction for any signs of discomfort. Pulling out a little bit each time you attempt to suppress any sign of pain no matter how trivial or small. He can wait. He will wait for all of eternity if he has to.

The drawn-out process grants him the strength to collect himself, finding his voice again as he praises you for taking him inside so well, for never making a fuss and being such a good dove for him.

Look at yourself, how sweet you're being for him. What a lovely little thing you are to place yourself on his lap and listen to what he tells you. You've been so patient, shown great self-control so far, and you're making him proud.

Just a little more, little dove, bear with him a little more and you'll get his cock soon. Hug him and tuck yourself against his body, he'll hide you from the world and everything dangerous outside. He'll protect and take care of you.

Halfway down his cock, you're wonderful. It's almost all in, look how full you're getting from having him inside of you. Do you feel full? Can you feel the wetness going down your thighs? That's your doing, all of it. Your own mess and his pre-cum mixing together and making you all wet, making your thighs sticky.

What a sweet thing you are. Look, you've taken it all inside.

Victor's palm presses against your lower navel, imagining the length of his cock inside, engulfed in your warm walls. You, the same person who was sitting next to him on the dinner table mere hours ago, letting him cut the food he made for you, allowing him to coddle and look after you just to end up being filled to the brim with his aching cock at the end of the day.

Can't you see how good of a husband he is? What a doting partner he makes? He mastered it into an art, loving you.

For a moment, he simply basks in the feeling of your body, the soothing pleasure akin to simmering water, evaporating into mist while barely making a sound. The pulsing of your insides clenching and releasing around him, body accommodating the foreign big object spreading it wide, confused whether to push it out or suck it deeper inside.

Murmurs of how heavenly you feel inside breath out against your skin, his steady hold on your hips starting to slowly sway you back and forth, inching his cock in and out of you at a snail's pace.

You're barely aware of the movement, only of the pleasure gradually building up, tightening the knot inside you before it snaps out of nowhere. Clinging to Victor's chest as the spasm of your insides makes your brain haywire, the intense orgasm contrasting the gentle lovemaking he's been putting you through.

He holds you through it, one hand wrapped around you buries you deeper into his chest, the other still moving your hips ever so agonisingly slow up and down. Lightly rocking his cock in and out of you. Not even taking it halfway out before pushing inside again.

You're tenderly fucked through your climax, simple touches become enough to set your whole body on fire, making you more and more sensitive to the most little of pleasures.

It's nothing and everything at the same time. Even the softest of water streams end up eroding the largest of boulders in its way with enough time. And the Kains have nothing if not all the time in the world.

As he builds up the pace, the passage of time slips your mind. With no one to keep track of it, it swirls and bends around itself, letting Victor mould it to his heart's content.

It feels like hours have gone past, and yet the lack of any numbness in your legs makes you doubt it's been more than a couple of minutes. So why does your brain feel like it's melting? You've forgone thinking and laid helpless against his chest.

He can do the thinking of two. You don't have to worry your head about a single thing.

Just like a glass-doll, he careful pace didn't falter, milking another orgasm out of you as the seconds ticked away. Painting his lap with your cum and wetness, sweaty skin sticking against his own.

How obedient you are, opening your mouth when his thumb traces your lips, taking it inside all by yourself and nursing against it. Sucking his finger while calculated eyes watch your every move, swirling his finger around your tongue, rubbing the roof of your mouth, making droll seep from the corners of your lips as you try to take more of his thumb inside. Victor mercifully does not let you gag on it by pulling it away the deeper you try to force it. No amount of whining changes his mind.

Raw, vulnerable, and sitting on his lap. Not a thought inside that pretty head of yours, what a lovely dove you make, what a pretty little bird that's practically begging him to eat you, flaunting your beautiful wings and soft feathers in front of the single predator who swore off the delicious taste of your flesh.

What a beautiful, brilliant mind, what a sensitive fragile heart, what a lovely soul that will only shine brighter with time. Immortality calls your name. It was designed specifically to preserve people like you.

But this time around, Victor will let his selfishness win. Stealing you from the future of mankind, they will understand. They must.

You are once in a century experience, and he will make sure it stays that way. His little dove can't stray too far from this gold gilded town. He will feed and coddle you. He'll bring you pleasure and give you purpose. He swears.

For the best way to ensure an animal stays locked inside a cage is to never let them know which way the bars are facing.

After what felt like an eternity, Victor's delayed gratification came crashing down. One thrust, then another, and he's spilling himself inside of you. Filling you up with his cum, feeling the sticky liquid being pulled down by gravity, forming a ring of white at the base of his cock as it trickles down in droplets.

He entertains the idea of keeping it inside, of putting you to bed like this. His cum trapped inside with his cock preventing any more from spilling out, maybe if he believes hard enough, a part of his soul will seep into your overnight as you warm his cock.

It's late into the night, 11:28pm to be precise. Even now, he still can tell without the help of a clock. Victor usually walks you back home exactly two hours and ten minutes before the current time. Your prolonged stay in his residence was noticed by the townsfolk without a single doubt.

Weighing the consequences of having you stay overnight and scaling it against the other factors, he makes up his mind in 45 seconds.

Your heartbeat is already slowing down, and your breathing is developing a rhythm as your eyes close down. You're drifting off to sleep against his chest.

He's careful as he lowers his body to lay down onto the bed, yours on top of him still. Already planning the schedule for tomorrow’s morning, how he'll help you shower and wash your body before drying you off. Breakfast should come afterwards, too, then he'll just have enough time to deal with the sheets before the town wakes up and his responsibilities start queuing in front of the door.

"So just keep your mouth shut, and don't let it slip out."

[shmowder]

What Pathologic characters bring for your birthday Pt.2

[Note: this took...so much more effort than I ever expected, I'm unsure if I'll continue the termites and humbles part. Either way, I hope you enjoy this.]

The Utopians

Andrey Stamatin

he is used to sharing his birthday with his twin brother. As kids, most people would just hand them one present and expect them to split it. He knew better and would always concede the gift to Peter throughout the years. He's not used to attending a birthday that's not his own either. Going out of his way to indulge people was never one of his traits. And yet, he came to yours. Maybe that's a gift of its own. His gifts tend to be self-serving in one way or another, chaotic in nature, and borderline inappropriate. They usually include:

Imported fabric from the Capital, its pattern is unusual, but Andrey claims it's the current peak of high fashion in the industry. He can lend you his tailor's mailing address if you ever wish to fashion it into something wearable, or you could just drape the fabric over your naked self and walk around, Andrey will enjoy the view either way.

A Pythagorean cup he moulded himself from clay. He doesn't tell you the nature of the cup and just hands it to you with a wine bottle he grabbed on his way out of the Broken Heart pub.

A .44 calibre revolver, which is the most beautiful gun you've ever seen. The handle grip is made of brown rich wood with a smooth surface, the trigger gaurd is plated in gold, the frame is engraved with an intricate design resembling silver leaves curling around the barrel and chamber of the gun.

He let's you borrow the Broken Heart bar for a whole day for your celebration party in case you didn't want guests trashing your house. If you insist to throw the party in your own home, Andrey insists to allow him the privilege of kicking everyone out comes midnight, as long as you don't mind some bullet holes in your walls...and roof.

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Peter Stamatin

He tends to think of what he would like to receive when tasked with picking out a gift for someone else. He let Andrey pick which flavour the cake for their birthday was each time growing up since the adults would just cut them one slice and expect them to share it. Peter would give up the whole plate to his brother. He's accustomed to people coming to his own birthday rather than the other way around. Maybe the fact that he left his room to walk all the way to your house is a gift of its own. Peter treats the gifting process as another medium for art. His gifts may include:

One of his paintings, a newer one you haven't seen before. Despite the subject depicted being abstract in nature, there is still a resemblance to a human figure on the canvas. The more you stare at it, the more it feels like you're looking onto a mirror, as if he manages to paint the essences of your soul.

The first bottles of twyrine produced from the freshly picked herbs of this season. He much prefers the local drinks over the Capital's champagne and the pubs celler of wines. He usually goes out of his way to secure the first bottles to himself each season, but this time around, he decided to share them with you. Attempting to explain the unearthed magic that is this liquid condensation of herbs before losing interest halfway through the conversation and sipping on his glass in silence.

A tombstone he designed himself. Heavy black marble starting in the base and cut in precise spots midway through to allow for the seamlessly translation to the stained glass art which makes the top of the tomestone. The art piece itself is made from various glass pieces, different in texture and colours. A day celebrating your birth seemed like the perfect opportunity to offer a reminder of your inevitable death.

A bouquet of wilted flowers. What used to be white petals is now yellowish in colour, fragile looking as if the buds might crumble if you look at them for too long. Dried thin stems and falling leaves, flowers rotting from the inside as they fall apart on the outside.

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Eva Yan

She arrives late, water is dripping from her hair as she admits she fell asleep in the bath and didn't realise how much time has passed. You help her to the upper floor and lend her a towel to dry up. She asks to borrow some of the flowers from the bouquets you receive to decorate her hair with, and you oblige. Two golden braids crown her head with small flower buds framing them like pearls.

A silk handheld fan with a light blue floral design and rosewood base structure. As she hands you the gift, she makes sure to stay and explain the romantic symbolism behind the choice of flowers in the design. At the end, she teaches you the basics of handheld fan language.

asymmetrical clip-on earrings. One has a dangling delicate chain that ends with a silver moon charm, and the other is made out of thin fabric to resemble the wings of a butterfly. The earrings look like they were taken from two different sets, and yet they match in a beautiful contrasting way of day and night.

A single lotus flower. A real living freshly picked lotus flower with waterdrolpets clinging to the pale pink leaves. It's still in the process of blooming. You're not sure how Eva managed to acquire this flower in such a preserved state this quickly, maybe with the help of a friend or two. When Eva makes a passing comment on how she knows a good herbal recipe to make with lotus flowers, Dankovsky almost chokes on his drink as he opens his mouth to say something before deciding against it.

A blank book, the pages aren't well aligned, and they vary in thickness. The leather cover holding them together is stiched by hand with the spine. Eva made it herself, she confessed, it took a long time. The pages hold the slightest hint of perfume to them, a soft smell that threatens to be washed away with each passing wind. She heard someone was bringing you a pen, and so she wanted to provide you with the pages.

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Maria Kaina

She commands the room effortlessly with her presence. Even the more rowdy guests feel a sense of shame under her heavy gaze as they quiet down and keep the destructiveness to a minimum. Dressed up to the nines in one of her best maroon dresses, she looks nothing short of bewitching while walking as if she was floating on air. You find yourself mesmerised by her beauty for a moment while she stands in front of you, your reaction clearly feeding her ego.

A golden picture frame. You've seen similar ones hanging around the crucible with paintings inside, depicting her late mother while others capture her own likeness with. Gold is her colour. You come to the conclusion as you lift the frame and look through it at the elegant figure of Maria, looking at you unimpressed with one lifted eyebrow. If you're out of paintings, she'll let you borrow one of the Stamatin twins to make do with, they technically work for her family after all.

perfume...or is it a colonge? You can't really tell. It's certainly strong with an ever-lasting smell, but the smell itself doesn't sting your nose despite how intense it is. It weaves itself seemingly through your senses, and for a second, you almost find yourself in a trance as your heart skips a beat. Hours later into the party, you find yourself still reminiscing about that lovely scent. The reproctutions of using that bottle might outweigh the benefits, and you realise you must think twice before touching it again.

A carving of flowers made from mundane stone. The material looks unexpectedly dull with a simple design until you view the art piece under direct sunlight. That's when it... remains an ordinary stone. Maybe for someone surrounded by gems, marbles, and silks all her life, the beauty of the mundane is hard to come by. You're reminded of the tale of Meduca as you stare at the hardened petals. Which one of the goddesses did this humble flora anger, you wonder.

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Mark Immortell

You're not sure when he arrives. You don't see him come in, nor do you hear the door. You just turned around a corner in your room and saw him staring out of the window. He smiled at you as he offered you one of three choices.

A snake's venom, you feel the glass vial staring back at you. The liquid is transparent red, much like diluted blood swirling around itself.

A bull's horn, with a hollow inside only the shell of bones remains. You put it to your ear and listen to the sounds of worms digging beneath the earth.

A mouse's heart, it's barely the size of your fingernail. Beating still, contrasts of red and blue veins pumping nothing into the void. You say hello, and it squeaks back.

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Vlad the Younger

From the way he seems to be studying the atmosphere of the party, it becomes apparent he is out of his usual element here. If you confront him about it, he admits that he never attended a birthday celebration before, even his own he'd usually ignore and be absent for. He simply didn't care for them, never saw the point. Although, since the day his sister was born, he made a habit of leaving gifts for her the day prior. It's a shame she grew out of playing with toys too soon.

A ruby ring it, was for someone else. The framing is made out of solid gold. It weights heavy on your palm and doesn't fit your finger quite right. A clear crimson crystal sits in the middle, not a single flaw amidst the professionally cut gem. For a second, you wonder if it's a proposal from how much the thing resembled an engagement ring. Vlad quickly clears the misunderstanding before it has time to occur. It simply is just a ring. Nothing more and nothing less. If the size is too off, just send it back to him, and he'll take care of resizing it for you.

a precious doll in a puffy dress. It's clearly meant for children yet is still on the high-end expensive kind of dolls, the ones you see in glass box displays. It comes with two different dresses and a golden hairbrush with a butterfly engraved on the back. You think you've seen a similar doll of this style on one of the shelves in Capella's room. Except this one is brand new while the one belonging to his sister was clearly well-loved and played with constantly in the past. He hands it to you with a melancholic smile.

♧

Georgiy Kain

He's very punctual with time, arrives exactly on the stroke of at the hour you've informed him the party would start at, and leaves on the dot at 9pm before bidding his farewells and congratulating you on throwing a successful social event. Saying he looks forward to next year's party, ah, but maybe you'd rather borrow the crucible for it? The location you've picked isn't exactly the most fitting, nor was the space accommodating enough. If you offer to walk him home, he'd find it amusing and indulge you by accepting the offer. The two of you walk about life and its meaning during the short walk.

A one of a kind vase, moulded by his own hands from clay. Countless hours must have been spent in the workshop for a vase to look this effortlessly flawless, as close to perfection as humanity can strive for. He humbly insists it was not a bother, the work was worth it. After all, if he doesn't push his limits with every single piece he makes, how is he supposed to improve? Each one has to put the last to shame, or else the whole process has been a failure, is what the judge explains to you as you awkwardly stand there holding the vase, hands getting sweaty and making you more aware of the possibility of accidentally breaking it. You hurry to carefully place it down a stable surface midway through his speech.

♧

Victor Kain

His congratulations are exactly tailored to fit the minimum standards of what's socially acceptable. He mostly keeps to himself through the party, discreetly keeping an eye on who's Maria's mingling with and making sure Casper doesn't break anything with the wooden sword he insisted on bringing while fighting with Notkin. Midway through the event, him and Bad Grief end up engrossed in their own conversation near the grandfather clock at the entrance of your house.

flowers, a bouquet of pure white roses and peace lilies, to be precise. A milky silk ribbon holds the deep green stems together in a delicate bow. A smaller ribbion made out of transparent lace makes a second bow right below the first one serving a decorative purpose. As you hold it and stare at yourself in the mirror, you get a sinking feeling in your stomach. You quickly place it into his brother's vase instead.

[shmowder]

X reader Drabbles

Alexander Saburov

criminal childhood friend reader

Specific fetishes: Dacryphilia + Thigh kink

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Andrey Stamatin

proposing to him with a ring

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Artemy Burakh

AroAllo Artemy x reader

Why you'd divorce him

Ex-husband HC

size kink smut

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Daniil Dankovsky

Bicker and love

Ex-husband HC

The day you hand the divorce papers

How you two got married

Fluffy marriage HC

Marriage HC when you're on your period

smut oral fixation

With a reader on T

With a reader who has a cat

With pierced biker reader

Introducing yourself as a "doctor"

Psychologist reader pt.1

Psychologist reader pt.2

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Marriage ceremony with kin reader

Deliberately ignoring you while you ride his thigh

Georgiy Kain

Secret admirer

Love dynamic

Trip to the Capital

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Katerina Saburova

Not so innocent affair

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Maria Kaina

Devoted knight

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Oyun

Specific fetishes: Humiliation + CBT

Dommed + kicked by a short reader

Gently topping him

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Peter Stamatin

Mouthfeeding you alcohol

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Stanislav "Stakh" Rubin

Teasing him about his size kink

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Victor Kain

X reader fluff

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Vlad the younger

Calling the wrong name during sex

Relationship thoughts

One-sided Love

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Yulia Lyuricheva

Specific fetishes: Toxic butch masculinity

Wearing a strap 24/7

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Multiple characters / General

Reaction to modern reader's clothes

What they bring to your birthday Pt.1

Yandere concepts

General Yandere ideas

What their kiss feels like Pt.1 [Maria, Eva, Lara]

What their kiss feels like Pt.2 [Aglaya, Yulia, Katerina, Victor, Alexander]

with an inexperienced reader

General wedding ideas

Generel ex-spouse ideas

More Yandere ideas + music

Pursuing unhappily married reader pt.1

Pursuing unhappily married reader pt.2

Petnames Pt.1 [Artemy, Daniil, Victor, Rubin, Bad Grief]

Physical Affection

ideal reader for them

Plague doctor Reader and smut crybaby reader

Dom Aglaya/Reader, Sub Big Vlad/Reader

Old Coots Polycule

Finding out you have 10 cats

Threesome with Victor and Nina

Aglaya, Andrey and foreign poetry

Petnames Pt.2 [Aglaya, Yulia, Katerina]

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Poly Artemy & Daniil

Hysteria

Hysteria pt.2

Hysteria pt.3

General Dynamic

Using you to settle an argument

Switching places

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Poly Victor & Alexander

Threesome

Putting them in a "get along" sweater

[shmowder]

X Reader works

Sorted in alphabetical order based on the character's names, except when a work contains multiple characters, then you'll find it at the end of the list.

Gold ♧ is a traditionally written style fanfic [ usually crossposted to Ao3 ]

Red ♧ is a drabble/headcanon style Fanfic [ Not on my Ao3 ]

[A -> Z]

Andrey Stamatin

♧ Falling in love & Smut HC [Fluff, Smut]

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Bad Grief

♧ General relationship HC [fluff]

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Daniil Dankovsky

♧ Mors tua, vita mea [angst, comfort]

♧ Death Is The Only Way Out [angst, comfort, meta]

♧ Meeting your toxic Ex [Yandere]

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Mark Immortell

♧ The Devil Works Hard [Heavy Smut]

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Stanislav Rubin

♧ choosing him over everyone [fluff, comfort]

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Victor Kain

♧ Mea columba [smut]

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Yulia Lyuricheva

♧ Dating headcanons [Fluff]

♧ Smut headcanons [smut]

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Multiple characters

♧ Aword [Andrey, Peter]

♧ Dealing with clumsy Reader [Artemy, Daniil, Rubin]

♧ What they bring to your birthday Pt.1 [Platonic]

♧ What they bring to your birthday Pt.2 [Platonic/Suggestive]

♧ How they would comfort you [fluff, comfort, Artemy, Daniil]

♧ Healers when you contract the plague [platonic]

♧ Saburovs threesome [smut, Katerina, Alexander]

♧ Healers with a very punny reader [platonic]

♧ Sharing a bed with them [fluff]

[shmowder]

Oh boy... while we're on the threesome train maybe some Alexander x Victor x reader? aka Sasha x Vitya x reader

🐿️ anon

For some reason, my mind defaulted to Alexander Block, so good on you for using Sasha. I know the nickname can apply to both of them, but there is only one Sasha in my heart <3 And it's our governorfailure Saburov.

God that is one delicious combination. They both act like catty housewives around each other, attempt to one up one another in the politeness Olympics while throwing a passive aggressive remark here and there. There is also the whole thing with Vitya not even being the head of the Kains, but he is also the husband of a successful Mistress while Sasha...yeah. Vlad Sr. easily outranks them both is what I'm saying, he has both the head title and the girlboss successful wife.

Anyway, a threesome with those two is akin to a cold war where you're caught in the middle.

Alexander assumes the lead like he usually does, Victor actually flips the position and insists that Alexander lays back and enjoys himself since the dear governor must already have enough on his shoulders from his daily responsibilities.

Yes, Victor pulls the governor title while in bed. He's petty like that.

Alexander pulls the "Well, I heard your wife usually takes the lead, and I don't want to force you into a role you're unfamiliar with, Victor, so let me do my job."

Yes, Alexander just called this threesome a part of his job, don't worry about it. And yes, he just called Vitya a bottom.

Now Victor is actually playing 4D chess, instead of taking the bait and reacting in the way Alexander expects him to, he simply gives a polite nod and lets him assume the lead.

...Him going down without a fight puts Sasha on edge.

That's where your role comes in; you're a key piece in Victor's plan. He's more attentive to you, taking the initiative to prepare you with his slender fingers, stealing your first kiss for the night before Alexander gets a chance to, much to the other's displeasure.

Victor's trying to make Sasha understand that you prefer a gentle touch, pampered treatment and to be completely take care of. That you'd prefer someone like him who does the thinking for you, who still tells you what he plans to do next before he does it even when your brain is empty and his words go into one ear and out the other.

Taunting Alexander for being too assertive, too demanding and controlling. You can't intimidate someone into submission, instead show them how good it feels to willingly give the control up, to hand over all the decision making to someone more capable and knowledgeable, to entrust that he will keep you safe and cared for.

While Alexander is put off by Vitya's infantilising behaviour, he thinks the other must have a screw...or ten loose in his brain.

Alexander prefers earning the respect, to be revered, not loved. He wants to show you that he could easily corner and pin you down to the bed, that you're, in fact, very small and weak in comparison to him.

He is supposed to be stern, not soft and coddling. He is supposed to keep you in line while being your pillar to lean against. He is both your strength and weakness.

Which is why he prefers having you underneath him, it's where you belong, your natural state, you might as well get used to it and understand that only he knows what's best for you so follow his every order.

Sasha is a little too into proving he is The Man of the House, that this role extends to even the bed. Alexander beds you like he has something to prove, like he's still the newly wedded husband adhering to society's expectations.

While Victor is more open-minded, comfortable with his skin, and not afraid to take more "feminine" positions such as being underneath you while you ride him, spending a long time on foreplay. Penetration is optional for him, Victor is more than satisfied without it.

While it's a must for Alexander, he looks at you as if you've broken his heart if you even imply that you don't want his cock inside you. He sees this part as the main act of sex, that everything else leading up to this point was just a mere stepping stone, that a rejection of this must mean he failed you as a sexual partner.

Nothing is more intimate to him than the chance to finish inside you, fill you to the brim with his cum, hold you close to his chest as he slowly grinds his hips against yours, getting all of it out before pulling away.

Watching the cum drip out your wet hole, scooping it with his two fingers before inserting them back inside you. Making sure not one drop of him is gone to waste.

Victor prefers delaying his own orgasm for as much as possible, watching you in endearment as you exhaust yourself riding his cock, tiring yourself out and laying in defeat on top of him.

His cock remains engulfed in your warmth, insides twitching and clenching around it. Victor rubs circles into your sore hips as he lets you catch your breath, giving you a moment to rest while he basks in having you cockwarm him.

Much to his annoyance, Alexander doesn't let him get away with stalling, and as he claims, "wasting precious time." Lifting you by the hips, sliding you off of Victor's still hard cock before laying you on your back on the mattress.

"Didn't you already get your turn, Sasha?"

If it's being filled with cum you crave so much, he'll more than provide. He absolutely refuses to use your mouth, your insides is the only place his cock belongs. However, he's not against giving you head or eating you out, it's one of his guilty pleasures.

Oh, he did. He's simply too greedy for more, but he'll never admit it. How much he enjoyed watching you ride another man's cock, so desperate for his cum, so much so you end up exhausting yourself out like a meek thing in heat.

How could Alexander ever resist the temptation of going back for seconds and thirds after this show you've put on? Why does his steel self-will waver so much around you?