#dmitri writes requests

[medievalharlot]

Red Lace 彡 Dmitri Kravinoff x F!reader

Pairing: Dmitri Kravinoff x f!reader

Synopsis: Your soon-to-be husband gets drunk off eating you out

Tags: Smut 18+ minors dni, arranged marriage, pre-timeskip!Dmitri, reader is a virgin, oral sex (F receiving), fingering, panty stealing, premature ejaculation, Dmitri has daddy issues, pussy drunk Dmitri

A/N: Hi! This is my first time posting on Tumblr and I am pretty nervous to do so. Still trying to figure this thing out. I will write an introduction later this week but feel free to leave requests for any Fred Hechinger character. I hope Dmitri isn’t too ooc. Please leave a comment!

He should have known this day would come. Dmitri wasn’t strong or brave. Not like Sergei was. He had to be useful to his father somehow. What better way to make himself useful than through a marriage? A perfect way to get a solid alliance and carry on the Kravinoff name. There had been hints every now and then. Snide comments like ‘A woman would do you good’ or when his father's guests came over to his club, he would always point out that they had a pretty daughter whenever Dmitri got introduced. It got to him every now and then, but he eventually just concluded it wouldn't go anywhere. Ever since he turned eighteen his papa kept talking about a marriage, usually when he messed up or had to be reminded what of a dissapointment he was to him. Sergei was his ideal son, and Dmitri was nothing like him. 

It did take him by surprise when he saw his father’s guest Mikhail, having a girl with him. He wasn’t aware Mikhail had remarried? You seemed awfully young to be his wife but it wasn’t anything Dmitri hadn’t seen before. The girl seemed more around his age, maybe a few years younger, but you were dressed like a middel-aged woman. A fur-lined coat hung around your bare shoulders, your dress was modestly just above the knees and your neck was adorned with an expensive necklace. From the stage where he was on he couldn’t quite make out your face. It didn’t matter though, his father would pull him off to introduce him soon anyway.

The music was quite loud when you entered the club. Your father had dragged along. An odd place to meet your future husband. Deep down you opposed the idea of getting married, deep down you wanted to run away and never see your family or their business again. A cherished fantasy that would play in the back of your mind during moments like this. A voice pulled you back to reality. Like a siren singing you to your doom. Your eyes scanned the room in search of the voice. The room was decorated with black and gold furniture that had probably cost a fortune. Something about the expensive look made you feel out of place. Father had dressed you in the most expensive clothes that were once your mother’s clothes but every single one of his partners knew he was broke. Luckily, he had a pretty daughter with a well-known name. Your family had been a powerful business for generations until your father took over. An idiot that had a gambling addiction and a lust for expensive women. The relationship between your parents had never been good and even when she was alive your father had countless affairs he didn’t even care about hiding. After your mother passed it only got worse. Not that you cared, your father certainly didn’t care about you.

And now you were here, in a club in London about to meet your future husband. He had told you during the car ride here. You didn’t protest, you knew better than to piss off your father. Having you meet this man with a bruised face wouldn’t be beneath him. Besides, you did not know any better than this. Your entire life you were reminded you were a woman and the only use you had to the business was to marry. It did not mean you were happy about this marriage. The only thing you could do now is hope it wouldn’t be an old prick or an asshole. You would give him a child or two and go back to your own life.  His father had beckoned him offstage as soon as he finished his song. After telling the other musicians to continue playing Dmitri followed him to the booth his father liked to sit in. Mikhail and the girl were already seated. Her eyes were still gliding across the room. 

”Mikhail, Y/N, good to see you.” Dmitri’s father sat down in the booth, he followed after him. “You have met my son Dmitri right?” He was talking to Mikhail. They had met, once or twice. It had been a while since he had seen him though. Then his father turned to him. “I want you to meet Y/N. Your future wife.” 

Your eyes finally met. It was clear he didn't know about any of this, his eyes gave away his surprise. Before Nikolai had his son come over you feared you had to marry the old man. A wave of relief washed over you when you saw him. Your father had told you he was a bastard. Figures Nikolai would probably never agree to marrying his older son to a broke family in need of money. Dmitri seemed alright, he had a sort of boyishness to him. He was dressed fully in black, the first button of his blouse open. His blonde curls hung slightly in his face. 

Dmitri's gaze went to his father, then back to you. Nikolai elbowed him, urging him silently to introduce himself. He swallowed the lump in his throat and offered his hand. “I'm Dmitri.” He shook your hand.

“Y/N. Nice to meet you.” You shook his hand in return. Quietly, you watched the men talk. Dmitri didn't say much either. 

“She's a pretty one, nice features.” Nikolai's accent was thick as he examined you like a broodmare. “You are lucky Dmitri. A pretty wife with an important name.” He chuckled as he raised his glass, the rest of the table following suit. “A toast, to this arrangement.”

It was a bitter reminder, the word arrangement. That was all this was, the both of you being pawns in a game. A means to an end. Your eyes drifted to Dmitri's again. He seemed just as unsure about this as you felt. “Vashe zdorov'ye.” You both spoke the words at the same time. Cheers to this shared imprisonment 

“Very well.” His father spoke again, sitting up straight. “You two get to know each other, we need to talk business Mikhail.” There was a seriousness in his voice. You turned to gaze at your father who gave you a nod of approval. Nikolai had already waved his son off, he stood there waiting for you. Swiftly, you got up from your seat. 

“You two get to know each other.” As soon as they got out of earshot, Dmitri spoke up. His impression of his father was perfect. He led you to a room in the back. It had a desk, a sofa and a fireplace. The fire was softly crackling, warming up the room. 

“You sound just like him, impressive.” You remark, it was almost scary how much he sounded like him. The room was warm, you took off your coat. 

“Here, let me.” He clumsily took your coat and hung it on the coat hanger. “I uh—” He started his sentence, not sure what to say. “I promise I didn't have a say in this.” He looked at you again. In this light he noticed how beautiful your eyes were. They were kind, soft, comforting. 

“It is alright.” You sigh as you sit down on the sofa, placing your hands in your lap. “It is my duty to my family, I do not blame you Dmitri.” It was like you were reading a script. It saddened him. This was your world. His father had been strict after Sergei left, but at least he sort of had a say in his future. You had been raised to be a wife, his wife. 

“Dima. Call me Dima.” He sat down next to you, his eyes never left you. A moment of silence that felt like forever hung in the air. The only sound was the wood softly burning. The room had warmed up nicely, almost too hot. Or maybe that was just because Dmitri’s eyes had noticed your bare shoulders, your nice curves, your soft lips..

“Were you the one singing?” You eventually break the silence. “It sounded good, do you sing often?” You were clearly a bit nervous, the silence got to you and now you were trying to fill it up with words. 

“Yes, I run this place.” He smiled, almost boasting. That was one of the few things he was proud of. The club he ran. It was actually his father’s club, but he was the one managing everything. 

“I have never been to a club before, my father would kill me if I went to one of these places alone.” You chuckle, looking around the room once more. 

“You’ve never been to a club before? You seem old enough too.” He raises a brow, a breathy laugh leaving his lips as he places his arm behind you on the couch. It wasn’t a deliberate move, it just felt like the right thing to do. “You’re missing out.”

You laugh as well, shaking your head. “Really? I mean clubbing is only getting drunk and sharing a bed with strangers. My father says only women who are desperate go out clubbing.” You say. Your view of the nightlife was clearly formed by your father. Ironically, your father went to his club nearly every other week. 

“It can be fun, not everyone has sex with a strangers you know.” He says a little offended. He didn’t really think of his place like the regular club, you had to be on the list to be allowed in.

  “You don’t?” The question took him off guard, he didn’t expect you to ask that so straightforwardly. 

“Well, no. But—” He started before you cut him off.

“I have never.. you know.. done anything like that..” You kept your gaze away from him, instead staring at the fire. There was a hint of embarrassment in your voice. Most girls your age weren’t virgins anymore, but most girls your age didn’t live such a sheltered life. 

“Really?” He asked, he sounded surprised. Almost mocking. Dmitri had been with women before, not many. Most of them were pushed or paid to do so by his father. It was usually the same, the woman would help him cum and he would have to pretend he enjoyed the fake moans. He did enjoy it tho, it was a good way to relieve stress and it made his father proud in a weird way. 

“No?” You frown. It would be a lie to say you didn’t think about it nearly every week. You were a human like everybody else, you had your needs. Sometimes your fingers just weren’t enough to satisfy your cravings, leaving you feeling hot and bothered.  How the two of you ended up talking about this topic was a mystery to both of you, yet here you were. Gazes locked, a certain tension in the air as you continued to talk. You wanted to know more, the heat between your legs almost influencing your words. “You have?” Somehow you couldn’t say the words directly, but your curiosity remained. The chance to get the opinion about this subject was something you couldn’t let pass either.

“Well yes, I have done most stuff but I have never went down on someone..” He spoke, his eyes glancing at your lips. If you were going to be honest about this, he might as well be too. Somewhere in this conversation you scooted closer to him, your knee was touching his.

“Do you want to?” Oh you were being really bold now. Dmitri couldn’t lie, the thought of going down on someone made his dick hard every time it popped up in his mind. This time being no exception. The thought of going down on you made him almost whimper. He couldn’t even bring out the words as he looked at you, only giving a nod. Another silence hung in the air as you both looked at each other. 

“Do you want me to.. go down on you?” He asked hesitantly. You bit your lip, the question had the wetness pooling in your panties. “Please?” The word caught you off guard. He sounded so desperate. Without hesitation you leaned in to kiss him. If he was going to be your husband, might as well get this out of the way. With a certain neediness Dmitri leaped forward, his hand finding your hips. Your skirt had ridden up to your thighs. He kneaded the flesh as he continued to kiss you.

Eventually he broke away. Quickly he got on his knees. You were a bit taken aback by the fact that he was actually serious about this. Dmitri’s hands were on your thighs, slightly parting them to get a peek of your panties. Red lace. He had to take a breath so he wouldn’t cum in his pants right then and there. 

Before he continued he looked up at you again, his blue eyes were full of lust. “Are you sure?” He asked. He knew it was quite forward, three hours ago he didn’t even know you but he was already between your legs about to kiss your pussy. 

“Yes, yes please Dima.” You mumbled, spreading your legs even further. Dmitri’s fingers glided up your thighs, to the elastic of your underwear. Slowly, he peeled them down and balled them into his fist. Your cunt was sopping wet, crying for his touch. Who was he to deny her what she needed? He firmly placed his hands on your thighs to keep them apart, placing a kiss onto your clit. 

A strangled moan left your lips, spurring him on even more. Like a drunk man he attached his mouth to your pussy and started sucking. You had never felt anything like this. At home you had your share of toys you managed to hide from the housekeeper but it didn’t compare to this. You writhed under his touch, whimpers leaving your lips as he lapped at your sex, one of his hands leaving your thighs to insert a finger.  Your hands quickly found his hair, your fingers tugging at his golden curls. He tugged back, refusing to even come up for air at this point. It was surprising to you that this was his first time eating a girl out, despite his clumsy hands and licks he was rather skilled at it. “Dmitri.” You managed to mewl his name through pants and moans. 

Dmitri moaned onto your clit, the sensitive bundle of nerves sending shockwaves through your body. He was writhing against his pants, bucking his hips against nothing as he tried to chase his own pleasure. All he wanted to do was please someone in his life and actually be told he was doing a good job. From your reactions he was pretty sure you were enjoying yourself.

And enjoying yourself you were. Within a matter of minutes Dmitri had you as a moaning mess. Your dress was up to your belly, you had sunk down deeper into the sofa and you somehow lost one of your heels. If this was what oral sex felt like, you couldn’t wait until he fucked you. Dmitri kept pumping his index finger into you, drinking up your juices like it was the elixir of life. Completely pussy drunk he looked up at you, those blue eyes staring at you like you were the most beautiful thing in the world. It was the final push over the edge. You bit your lip, tugging even harder at his hair as you came on his tongue. He didn’t budge, keeping his mouth on your clit. Dead set on tasting you even when you came he stayed still.

When you came down from your high he came up for air. His lips were puffy and wet from your juices. You stared at each other for a moment before you spoke. “Do you need me to--” He cut you off. 

“No need for it anymore.” He said, looking down at his pants with a clumsy grin. You looked confused at him for a second. Oh. Oh..

You sat up straight, tugging your dress back down and put your heel back on again. Dmitri still sat on the floor, he wiped his mouth. Without even a knock both your fathers barged in. Nearly stumbling over your feet he got up to the couch. The men didn’t seem to notice something had happened, the fools. Your father pictured you as a perfect angel and Nikolai didn’t assume Dmitri had the guts to make a move. 

“Did you two get to know each other?” Nikolai asked. You stood, brushing your dress straight as you walked to grab your coat. 

“Yes sir. It was nice meeting you Dmitri.” You say, ever so formal. There was a slight flush on your face as his father helped you into your coat. The fake politeness was something that had irked Dmitri, if he only treated his mother like that.

  “We will talk about the wedding the next time we meet.” He spoke as he let you out of the room, leaving Dmitri alone. As soon as the door was closed he lifted the waistband of his pants ever so slightly to look at the mess he made in his pants. One of his fists was still curled around something. He opened it to find your lacy red panties. You had left without them on?! A chuckle left his lips. You were bolder than he pictured you to be. What a keepsake. He stuffed them into his pockets, he was certainly holding onto those. 

A next time didn’t come. Not until a year after the first meeting. A lot of things had changed. Dmitri got kidnapped and shortly thereafter his father died. You assumed he didn't plan on marrying anyone with his father not forcing him. Somehow you moved on from that night, at least you tried. Your father had been busy trying to find another match, until the both of you got invited to dinner by Dmitri. You were surprised to say the least, but also excited. The butterflies you felt on the way back home from the last meeting are flying around in your stomach again. 

With the best poker face you could manage you entered the club again, following behind your father. It looked exactly like last time. The same black and gold interior. Then you heard his voice. 

“It is nice to see you again Mikhail.” He shook your father's hand. “My condolences about your father Dmitri. He was a great man.” You heard your father say before you turned your head. You knew he was lying, your father didn't give a shit. Nikolai's death only meant assets that could be taken. 

“Y/N.” Dmitri called your name. “It is good to see you again.” He looked less boyish, more confident. His curls had been cut and slicked back. 

“Dmitri. Dima. It has been a while. I am sorry to hear about your father, a hunting accident.” You held his gaze. He stepped closer, he was holding something in his fist. 

“Ah well, at least papa died doing something he enjoyed.” He smiled, grabbing your hand. You had your palm flat, he placed something in it. A fabric. He got closer to whisper in your ear. “You left this last time we spoke.” His breath fanned against your ear, sending shivers down your back. You looked at your palm, it was your lacy red panties. Quickly you looked up at Dmitri, your face flushed slightly red. He had a smirk on his face. The night was still young, but you could tell as soon as he had you alone it would be a long one.

[marsmaximoff]

🎄; 25th of december ❄︎⋆˚⊹☃︎

content warning: fem!reader. pure fluff. many curses. reader is 20 and calls him “dym” as a short name, he calls her “love, darling and my love”. they’re dating. let me know if i missed something.

word count: 732 ❣️

author’s note: i wasn’t planning on posting anything for Christmas, but i got this idea and i had to write it. so, i apologize if the quality is not that good, as i usually spend days on my writings while this was all done on a matter of hours. also, english is my third language, so i’m sorry for the mistakes. constructive criticism is welcomed as always. thank you so much for the support on my last post, and merry christmas everybody! 🤍 happy hanukkah, kwanzaa, diwali or any other celebrations too 🫶🏻 and if you don’t celebrate anything, have a happy end of the year ✨ p.s.: god im in love with dmitri and almost no one is posting anything, i’ll probably post more of him. anyways, enjoy!! <3

the silk grazes my fingertips as i stretch my arm. i tentatively palm the bed looking for some warmth, for him. but the sheets and pillows are the only things left around me.

the screen of my phone clears up as i blink. 11:28 a.m. with a bit more of focus, the notifications slowly reveal themselves and my eyes travel through them searching for his name. nothing. he’d have texted me if something had requested his presence back at the office. although, he couldn’t have business to deal with on Christmas, right? not this soon, at least.

the pearly white snow greets me through the window making me stand up with a smile. how gorgeous. i make my way to the kitchen to grab something to drink while knotting my robe, and the shiny decor welcomes me effusively. i don’t realize at first, but a big and unfamiliar shadow catches my attention from the corner of my eye while i open the carton of juice.

“holy fuck. dym?”

our christmas tree, stunning as always, lays now almost drowned in presents. in fact, the stack is such, that i can’t even make out the floor for a good four-five steps. some light chuckles behind my back fill the room with the warmth i’ve been craving since i woke up. “beautiful, isn’t it?”

i turn around to dmitri sitting on the couch, staring at me with a huge grin. as if that number of gifts was the most normal sight in the world. “what the hell?” “you’ve had me waiting, darling. did you sleep good?” he asks affectionately.

“what are you, on your Santa Claus era?” i say looking at the presents again. he grants me that laugh that i adore so much as i try to give them a quick count, but after the twentieth, it starts to feel simply bonkers. they’re not even small ‘little treats’, oh no. there’s large boxes and bags everywhere.

“seriously, are you giving gifts to your whole fucking building? or is every one of your men getting one?”

“wrong. and. wrong” he says proudly, and once he’s in front of me, he just smiles. there are obvious love and joy in his eyes, which sends a cute fluttery feeling to my heart. “dmitri-“ his lips seal my words with a gentle kiss. “merry christmas, love”. a sparkle makes space on his gaze that could so easily compete with the star of the tree itself. wait. oh. oh. there’s no way.

his hands take mine and softly walk me towards the swimming pool of gifts. then, he sits close by and points at them with his head. “come on, darling. you’ve had me feeling all impatient”. he looks so excited. so cheerful. but i can’t help the slight guilt that takes over me. “dym, you’re crazy. tell me these are not only for me. you can’t- god do you even have an idea of how many there are?!” “40”. he doesn’t even take a single second to think about it. seriously, what the actual fuck? “two for every christmas i couldn’t spoil you in” this has to be a damn dream. “we’ve been friends since school!” i say grinning. “but we weren’t dating. so it doesn’t count. i wanted to make it special.” “you really didn’t have to” i refute. “i wanted to. please don’t make me wait anymore i need to see your reactions”. with a final glance, i turn around and grab the first one. “ohhh you’ll love that one!”

how can he be so cute? he wasn’t wrong, tho. it was a special edition of one of my favorite books. during the next hours, i go one by one, filling the room with gasps, yells, curses and many “oh my good”s and “thank you so much”s.

by the end of it, i’ve got clothes, books, headphones, plushies, a phone, jewelry, plane tickets, merchandising, signed stuff from famous people i love, and the cherry on top; a new car.

“you are mad. i love you so much but you’re mad” i say hugging him still shocked. “madly in love with you, you mean” he answers pulling back. “you liked them, then?” “loved them” he gives me another kiss, longer this time. “good. merry christmas, my love. i love you” he adds.

he can only hope i’ll love the ring just as much.

[blueberrypancakesworld]

I would like to imagine a story with Dmitri where the reader wants to take revenge on her father, because he was the one who killed her mother when she was a child. She knew that Dmitri's father had two children, but she never saw them. When she arrives at the club, she falls in love with Dmitri on the piano. Will she complete her revenge or tell Dmitri the truth? It's up to you (She is a mutant like Wanda or like America Chavez, you decide, she is Latin too but bilingual). Sorry if it was confusing, English is not my first language.

Revenge brings together

Dmitri Kravinoff x fem!reader (latin)

warning : hurt/comfort, fluff, kiss, mention of murder and injury Summary : The sounds of his piano playing drowned out the horror of her past as she found herself in the Kravinoff's club. She had a clear goal, knew what she wanted, just a little information until she saw him. Is revenge even necessary anymore or did the blonde's singing lead her on a path of love and forgiveness? info : thanks dear for the request, finally i was able to write it (it took me way too long to have time), i hope you enjoy reading it and thanks again ;)

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Pain would eventually pass, whether external or internal, a pain would eventually pass.

On the outside of the skin, scars might remain and on the inside, the pain could be replaced with love and affection from friends and family.

Pain could take many forms but they would all pass...except the pain of revenge, because revenge was something that only ended when you died or avenged the person you had hurt.

With every step she took, every breath she drew and every tear in her eye, she could feel her pain, could see the exact moment her beloved mother lost her life.

How those eyes full of love lost all life and the ruthless expression of her father who had done it.

Who had destroyed his family...it was a pain you never forgot and since that moment when her cries for revenge and curses haunted him she would one day bring him to justice.

No matter how long it took her revenge would come in some way she would avenge her mother for she had given her the greatest gift of all.

A power that surpasses all.

From the moment she stood alone on her feet, she had followed her father from town to town.

Making friends and enemies, gaining and losing money and training her mutant powers with others.

A power that reminded her every day of her mother, of the woman who had given her this gift and a gift that took her all the way to London.

A city of millions, modernity, different cultures, languages, connections and above all, sources to the underworld.

Sources you wouldn't expect when you looked at the large handsome building, an old building almost a hundred years old from the outside with a class you often don't find.

Behind the darkened windows, however, lay something, her destination.

The destination where she hoped to get new information from a certain underworld boss.

A man they knew, a name that was not unfamiliar to her either You better be there Kravinoff she thought to herself as she closed the door of the taxi to enter via the pavement through the glass door.

A warm atmosphere instantly enveloped her as she walked to the small reception area, ,,Good evening miss, what name have you booked?" the man asked her with a slight smile, ready to look in the book for a name.

The club with restaurant and bar was exclusive, one could expect nothing less from the Kravinoff but she had neither patience nor time for such things, ,,I believe you have already found it" she replied and felt the energy move over her fingers.

The mutant power coursed through her and entered the mind of her opposite, seeing eyes looking down and seeing the name that was never there, ,,Of course, please enter" he said, motioning her to go on.

Taking back her powers she gave him only a brief smile before stepping into the club that would take her further to her destination.

A club whose ambience was inviting, rustic with dark wood and a golden light and a stage on which she spotted a piano.

It seemed there would be a live show for the entertainment, so she sat down at one of the tables and ordered a drink and something from the menu, her main focus was on the man who was to appear.

It was Nikolai's club or so her source who had brought her to London had put it.

He wouldn't miss such a good evening she thought and a few minutes later took a sip of the drink she was served.

The establishment filled up with people as it got later, the murmur she was surrounded by various voices and information but none of them were what she was looking for.

Until the moment she saw the light turn to the stage.

Like the others, her gaze slid towards it and was surprised and delighted to see a blond young man emerge from behind the curtain and be greeted by applause, applause in which she joined in animatedly.

He must have been one of the singers and musicians Nikolai had hired, a cute blond whose hair ended in a curl that fell slightly in his face.

The cheerful expression immediately became a flattered one as he sat down at the piano, adjusted the silver microphone and began the evening's programme by pressing the black and white keys.

A programme that filled her inner being with fascination and comfort, the playing like that of a natural talent and the voice a voice that seemed not of this world.

Such a young man with such talent He is unbelievable it went through her mind and she did not take her eyes off the man on stage.

His blue eyes, which sometimes closed, sometimes looked at the keys or into the audience.

He saw her and saw the flattering smile and wink as he apparently decided to dedicate the song to her, or so it seemed.

The minutes in which the piano accompanied his voice and he was in tune with the music seemed like a wonderful eternity...until the moment when the technology continued the music.

The voice could be heard saying, ,,This song was for my father" and she followed his gaze towards a corner where she saw an older grey-haired man in a suit sitting.

Nikolai Kravinoff...whose son was the piano player and suddenly all peace seemed to be shattered for a moment.

She knew he had children, but so close, so involved in the business, so dangerous and presenting a situation that threatened to remind her of her own.

Just as she was trying to take a sip, a bite of food and think of the best way to get to Nikolai to elicit the information, shots rang through the club.

Screams, gunshots, things breaking and rumbling as chaos broke out and she saw the first dead staff lying around her.

But her concern was not for her or her source Nikolai no her gaze was on the blond man sheltering under the piano.

A protection that was not enough when she saw two of the assassins approaching it, concentrating the energy with their hands, the bright energy flowing towards the piano.

She wrapped a shield around it and the bullets hit the men, ,,Hold on, I'm here!" she shouted to him and hurried from her seat, searching behind overturned tables and pulling down a ceiling light with her power, knocking out another assassin.

Before she slid under the piano to the blond and grabbed his hand, ,,Are you all right?" she shouted at him more to be heard over the hail of fire.

She saw the trembling and the fear, the nod and the ,,Thank you!" as he clung to her, she tightened the shield around them both and saw Nikolai kill the last of the men with a single precise shot to the head.

It was over, she had survived once more, saved a life, and felt the blonde continue to hold on to her even as they emerged from under the piano, ,,Dmitri come here" the older man demanded and she lowered the shield.

She was surprised when Dmitri simply pulled her over to Nikolai, who was in the process of pouring alcohol over a wound.

His tone didn't even seem scared, more angry and annoyed ,,You protected my son and fought for me thanks" his short gratitude surprised her.

She seemed to have caught the mighty Nikolai on a reasonably good day it seemed, normally she had thought she would either get into a fight, get a bullet wound or have to use her Lraft.

But as she looked to Dmitri beside her, she saw the relieved expression as he still held her hand, ,,She bravely threw herself in between" the blue-eyed man agreed, only now realising that he was still holding her.

Apologetically embarrassed, he smiled at her and withdrew from her, slowly readjusting his clothes and slipping off to fetch a first aid kit.

Her gaze shifted from Dmitri himself and went over to his father, ,,You are la bruja, I presume, what do you want?" he asked directly and it sounded more like the picture of Nikolai she had heard, he knew it was her, that she was looking for him because of a rock.

Pulling a picture out of her pocket she held it out to him, ,,I'm looking for this man I was told you could help me" she replied and it was the most recent picture there was of her father, a photo taken hidden as he was about to enter a building.

She saw in the greenish eyes as he considered, sat back down in the broken corner and after a quiet moment handed the picture back to her ,,He has a flat near Lambeth" the Kravinoff said before his gaze shifted to Dmitri who placed the red box on the table.

She saw him trying to help Nikolai, but he just fished out a few things and ignored them more than interacted.

Stifling a sigh, she was about to leave and turn to her new track, having finished the assassination attempt here, when she heard a whimper.

Turning round, she saw the piano player sitting at a broken table trying to tend to his wound, a bit of glass had cut into his skin as he crawled under the piano.

She could have left, never come here again, just forget about him...but something inside her that felt something for him made her turn round.

Pulling up a chair and sitting with him, she took the brush and swab from him ,,I like helping a sweet piano boy" she said, not seeing his cheeks redden, which was punctuated by a gasp as she pulled out the glass with a quick tug.

Caringly holding his hand, patting it a little and giving him a moment, she tried to distract him by using her power to create an image of himself at the piano.

,,You were unbelievable" she added casually as she dabbed on the disinfectant as carefully as she could.

Even though he tensed, she saw how fascinated he was by the image and her power, how sweetly he looked at it and that sweetly silly grin when she put a bandage on him and kissed it goodbye.

Her vendetta didn't allow for any bonding...or so it seemed because just before she could rise she felt his hand seeking hers again.

,,Would you come back for me-I mean my show...I'd give you a private performance" he stammered and the hope in his eyes wouldn't quit.

A hope for maybe something together, a rapprochement, a time when revenge was something she could forget and all the pain that came with it.

Reassuringly touching his hand, brushing a curl behind his ear, she gave him the small image of himself in her hand, ,,When we meet again I want to hear all about you Dmitri Kravinoff" she promised and it was he who placed a kiss on her hand before releasing her to follow her path.

The meeting of the mutant and the piano player was certain and then they would both finally get the love they had both always dreamed of.

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@ange-olras , @bel0ved-heretic , @tori111777 , @starry-night-lover1 , @cottoncandiescupcakes , @amecchii , @xxxibgdrgons , @sunpuffsstuff , @sillylittlewritings0 , @alwaysahiccupandastrid

[eternal-sunshine-222]

FRED HECHINGER MASTERLIST

Hello! My name is Kandi and I am an aspiring author. In this masterlist you can find all my works for this series linked under their respective characters. I write for the characters listed but I will make some exceptions if requested. Thank you and happy reading!

FRED HECHINGER

-coming soon!

QUINN MOSSBACHER

-coming soon!

EMPEROR CARACALLA

-coming soon!

DMITRI KRAVINOFF

-coming soon!

SIMON KALIVODA

-coming soon!

This masterlist along with my others will be updated any time a new fic is dropped or in the process of being worked on.

[novaawayne]

I’m quite shy about making requests, and I feel pretty rusty doing it myself, but hear me out...

The scene where Dmitri comes out of the bathroom, and Sergei is waiting for him and scares him HAHAHA, but instead of Dmitri, it’s Reader.

It could be an alternate scenario where Kraven visits Reader or where Reader is Dmitri's girlfriend.

AAAAHHHH if someone writes something like this, please tag me. I’d love to read it <3

P.S. English is not my first language, sorry for any spelling mistakes :(

[gambleminds]

request: Your OCS x Top male reader who is kinda emotionless, like his face is always in a deadpan, he rarely has reactions to things and anytime said OC bothers him he just hands them some money and goes back to what he's doing.

Then, one day, he finally has a reaction after they bother him for close to an hour nonstop. (Could be spicy if you're down 👀.)

notes: Thank you, dear anon, for the request! this might be slightly rusty cause I'm going through writers block as I write this.

warnings: brat taming, name calling (brat), aftercare not written but of course provided, cow-girl position.

Constant whining... You were tired after a stressful day at work, yet your husband was whining and whining, You tried to offer him your credit card, but it wouldn't stop.

You were sick of it, so shutting him up was the only choice you felt you had as you pinned him against the couch. "Whats with the nagging." You asked him clearly annoyed as he continued to nag you.

You wished you could rip your ears off when he only continued to nag you. You only sighed before, then you switched positions, making him sit on you.

"If you continue to annoy me even more, might as well put you in your place, brat." You say as your brows furrowed in annoyance.

Dmitri's face turned red, as he felt your dick poking through pants. He wasn't expecting all his nagging to end up with him sitting ontop of you.

"Finally, I got that pretty mouth of yours shut, not much of a talker now, am i right?" You asked him as you smirked at his flushed face.

You slowly unbuckled your belt before you then took off your jeans and boxers, your dick immediately springing out to life.

"Like what you see?" You smirked, catching Dmitri staring at your dick. God, you loved it when he finally shuts up.

"I-I don't know what you're talking about..." He tries to deny it, although it is clearly obvious because he kept staring at your dick..

"Now, take your pants off." You tell him, as you watch his every move not taking your eyes off of him.

As Dmitri starts to take his pants off, he can't help but tease you a bit he took his pants off slowly on purpose.

You then gave him a spank on his ass, receiving a moan from him. "No teasing." You say before spanking him again but harder this time.

"Ngh! s-sorry..." He immediately took off his pants and boxers, he then sat on your cock. It hurt slightly because you both didn't use any lube or preparations before this.

Dmitri started to move himself up and down on your cock, he moaned as he stretched himself with your cock, god it felt so good to him.

"Yeah, you like that, don't you, brat? humping on my cock like a dog in heat." You say, only making Dmitri move even faster.

[andreas-river]

➷ Kinktober Masterlist

Hello there! I'm a bit late for this, but even if I'm not home and I don't have my laptop with me, I still want to do this (better late than ever).

For all the kinks, I will write them in a safe, sane and consensual way. I will write them only with a female reader (since I am more comfortable with it).

Characters I'm going to write for: Simon "Ghost" Riley, John "Soap" MacTavish, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, John Price, Nikto, Nikodim "Rodion" Egorov (mw19), Dmitry Bale (mw19), König, Phillip Graves.

Please don't request it in my inbox, I will write it when it's that day (even if I'm late).

Cross-posted on Ao3.

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1. Virginity loss || John Price

2. Overstimulation || Simon "Ghost" Riley

3. Double penetration || John "Soap" MacTavish & Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

4. Breath play || Nikto

5. Gangbang || Task Force 141

6. Face-sitting || Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

7. Fucking machine || Phillip Graves

8. Sensory deprivation || John Price

9. Orgasm delay/denial || König

10. Almost getting caught/(Semi)public sex || Nikodim "Rodion" Egorov

11. Fisting || Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

12. Deepthroating || Simon "Ghost" Riley

13. Predator & prey || Nikto

14. Cock warming || Phillip Graves

15. Thigh riding/Dry humping || König

16. Sparring || Nikodim "Rodion" Egorov

17. Sex pollen || John Price

18. Anal sex || John "Soap" MacTavish

19. Mutual masturbation || Dmitry Bale

20. Femdom || John Price

21. Teratophilia/Tentacles || Cthulhu!König

22. Knife play || Nikto

23. Caught masturbating || Simon "Ghost" Riley

24. Squirting || Nikodim "Rodion" Egorov

25. Phone sex || John "Soap" MacTavish

26. Body worship || Dmitry Bale

27. Praise kink || John Price

28. Vampire || Phillip Graves

29. Werewolf || John "Soap" MacTavish

30. Slow & soft || König

31. Aftercare || Nikto

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Feel free to skip what you don't like!

[blushblushbear]

Oh God, oh fu-

I DIDN'T THINK YOU'RE GONNA WRITE FOR ALL OF THEM?! OMG YOU'RE AMAZING AND I JUST ADORE THIS BOYS SO MUCH!!!

Ok, now that I am calm, I have another idea in mind.

Give me headcanon of three, cuddliest boys with a s/o who sleeps like a caterpillar in a cacoon ... All curled up, warm and cozy with only their head sticking out of the covers. And yes that absolutely means NO spooning, cuddling or event hugging while sleeping.

That request was created definitely just out of curiosity and not because i sleep like that. Not at all.

Thanks a bunch!

So I think over all, all the boys would just-- respect your boundaries.

Some are more successful than others, and occasionally you might end up with the biggest cuddle bugs clinging to you in their sleep but you can always just wake them up or push them off and they'll be good.

I honestly can't see any of the boys being told 'NO CUDDLE RN I AM BEING A COZY BURRITO' and them not respecting that (except maybe Cole... he might try to hold you in your sleep... and will probably get an elbow to the stomach for his troubles lol)

OKAY BUT FOR THE CUDDLIEST BOYS

Cuddliest of Bugs: Nimh, Eli, Myx, CASHEW, Logan, Aki, ACE

Cuddler: Kelby, Garrett, Dmitri, William, Sven, Haru

Says they are not a cuddler, they are LYING: VOLKS, SCALE, Cole, FUYU

Neutral on cuddles: Stirling, Poe, Reece

Could go either way/doesn't NEED cuddles: Anon, Ichiban, Seth

[blush-blush-imagines]

Reference from Brooklyn 99, how would some of the boys react if we just said "If I run and leap at (Name), he will most certainly catch me in his arms" and then proceeded to run full force at them while they're carrying stuff. (You can just ignore this if you don't understand this or don't want to do this.)

I was given 'some' and immediately ignored my own rules and did 'all', that's fun.

Still, finally cracking down and writing all *checks notes* 2 requests I've gotten.

(Please feel free to send in requests, I'd love to have more to work with)

Nimh

Oh it is such a rough thing for poor Nimh.

Problem A), the call alone is a little jump scare to him, and now his heart is freaking out

Problem B), he’s now faced with the dilemma of either dropping everything, or letting you eat shit on the pavement. He’d like neither to happen, but he’s not dumb enough to think he could do both

He eventually commits to catching you, but that just leads to

Problem C), he is not very strong and he can barely hold you

Give him the courtesy of keeping a foot on the ground to balance out your weight, yeah?

Volks

You joke about it sometimes before you ever commit to the bit

And every single time you do he insists to you that he will make zero effort to catch you

But you know Volks very well at this point.

And you know, among other things, that he is a dirty fucking liar

So you can only imagine your personal childlike glee when you finally do it and he does, in fact, catch you without hesitation 

He insists it’s because if you fell and like, broke your elbow or something, that’d be terrible. Medical bills and all that.

For his sake, you’re ignoring that his face is growing redder by the second. 

Kelby

No hesitation 100% of the time

First of all, holding you is extremely easy for him, but also he just finds carrying you to be romantic as hell

Oh he’ll cringe if he happens to be dropping something heavy, like a weight, but he still goes for you, that’s his priority

Still, he likes looking for opportunities to show off, and carrying you around like it’s nothing is prime show off material.

He might even get in a couple squats. He knows they go appreciated.

Eli

It’s a coin flip with Eli

Though if there’s a chance you’d genuinely injure yourself he’ll probably catch you

But it’s fair game to just let you crash if it’s carpet or grass. Because he thinks it’s just a little funny. 

He also occasionally makes you pay the ‘catch tax’ 

It’s 5 dollars to at least partially make up for the drink that just died on the ground for your goofs.

Anon

Really, shame on you, you should know better.

He makes no attempt to catch you

In fact, he finds the way you end up crashing into the wall kinda funny. 

Like watching a cat really fuck up a jump.

Beyond the fact that he’s kind of a stickler with his physical contact to begin with, a lot of the things he carries around are very easily breakable

So yes it’s rude, but frankly he’s not about to shell out 1000 dollars for a new laptop because you thought you could make a goofy point- because you couldn’t.

Garret 

Garret doesn’t even miss a beat

He’s got you held up in one arm and whatever it was he was holding cradled in the other

While he thinks that it was certainly an odd thing to do, it was pretty cute.

Not hard to do. He thinks most things you do are cute.

Gives you a little kiss and gently sets you back down

Don’t get overconfident though. If he’s holding an animal, the animal gets priority. They’re more fragile.

He still feels really bad about it though. You think he might cry

Dmitri 

Dmitri also goes for the catch every time

It adds to his suave and romantic charm, obviously.

However, as the type to prioritize romance over basic logic on occasion, he’s also prone to forgetting that he’s often holding his drink of choice

No it’s fine that his foot just got doused in hot coffee, no he’s not getting a third degree burn

Appreciate the romance, he’ll go see someone about it later

Ichiban

Like Anon, Ichiban hesitates, because if he’s holding something, it’s likely expensive. 

However, unlike Anon, he makes the fatal mistake of still trying to catch you

And it worked maybe once. He’s still riding that high though.

He can handle it!

…But also this case of shenanigans that he has never told you to stop doing has cost more in equipment that either of you are ready to admit out loud.

You may or may not have pitched in to replace several cameras, controllers, and lavaliers 

William

He tries very very hard to get you to stop charging him before contact is made

It’s a flurry of paperwork, because he does catch you

Says it’s the least he could do as the doting boyfriend he is

Though he does awkwardly dismiss himself from in after a moment. 

While carrying you around is quite romantic, he won’t disagree with that, but also those papers were kind of important and he should get those together ASAP. 

People have pets in need, and they can’t get it without the information getting where it needs to be.

He promises to give you a good cuddle once it’s all sorted, however.

Myx 

There’s a very direct correlation between what exactly he’s holding and how okay he is with dropping it to scoop you

Electronics? Hard no, those are pricey to replace

Instruments are also frequent victims, and it depends on its fragility.

He tried to catch you with his leg once, except all he actually did was end up kicking you in the gut on the way down

He apologized about it for fifteen minutes straight. 

But if it’s something sturdy, he has no problem with chucking it straight down and scooping you up into a whole ass cuddle. 

Stirling

Oh please don’t do that outside 

He’s fine with it inside and at night. It’s very attractive, even. Smooth and charming as he sweeps you off your feet before you can even make the jump.

But in the middle of the day it’s very bad for both of you

He can’t hold his parasol and you at the same time, it’s not happening 

So get ready to either hit the deck or get caught on fire with him, depending on how much time he gets to think about it

Scale

He screams at first

There’s a loud clatter of knives, but he’s got you!

Scale insists very hard that he did not shriek like a little baby at you almost impaling yourself on his knives

Instead he scolds you over it

I mean come on, you spent an entire afternoon to keep his assassination deadline on you years away

What’s the good in wasting that, he could’ve done better things with his afternoon if you were gonna die a couple months later anyway

Sven

Puts no thought into whatever he’s holding, he just tries to hold you on top of it

It’s very uncomfortable every time, why do you keep doing that

It also doesn’t register to him that it’s his need to multitask it that results in you injuring yourself

He starts doing it to you to prove a point, and thinks he’s doing it better because he doesn’t get hurt

He has not realized it’s because you actually drop everything to catch him

But it’s still fun, and you kinda don’t want to ruin it for him.

Cole 

He doesn’t even flinch

It’s like he anticipated you’d do this exact thing

And unlike some of the other boys he doesn’t even think when he drops whatever he’s holding. 

Unless it’s something on the more… incriminating side. At that point he dodges you, dodges any questions, and quickly dismisses himself from the conversation entirely.

Sure it’s entirely possible there’s a shattered plate of hot food at his feet now, but that doesn’t matter because you’re here, being contently held in his arms

He uses it as an excuse to keep holding you

Poe

It what fucking world do you think he could hold you?

He drops his coffee and his school papers

Luckily they don’t damage each other, but w o w that was a close call

But beyond losing his morning caffeine and having to gather his work back up, you’ve hurt his wrists and also your entire body

No one has won here.

He also just. Literally can’t hold you. He’s a tiny frail goth boy, he crumbles if he’s holding anything heavier than 20 pounds. 

Once you’re back on your feet, he asks if you could at the very least help him gather up his papers. They’re worth like 20% of his grade. 

Cashew

Already a bit on the twitchy side, when he notices you speeding like a bullet train, he squeaks.

What exactly do you think you’re doing??? He’s been relocating his books all afternoon, you can see that he’s holding like, 8.

But, visibly cringing, they hit the floor, because he knows that he can’t hold them and you at the same time

One of them falls wide open, pages down. He tries not to think of the potential folded pages and boxed corners. 

Especially because of how pleased you look!

…But the second he can set you down he’s on the ground checking for damages.

Seth

Seth is the absolute king of the ‘casually carrying around hazardous objects’ club

But unlike everyone else in said club, he has no qualms about chucking whatever it is on the ground and scooping you up. 

This has resulted almost unanimously in making more hazards and chaos, but he hasn’t fussed about it once

He gets to give you a lil snuggle and it has the potential to cause crime. It’s a win-win for him!

You are an accessory to arson now though, so watch out, yeah?

Logan

Man goes into bullet time

It’s just a race to him to see if he can free an arm before you inevitably ‘plink’ off him and crash into the floor

Like. He does it, no real problems

But he immediately sets you down and scolds you for it

Because that was dangerous! What if he got hurt? What if you got hurt? What if he was holding something breakable, or bringing his fire axe somewhere?

All of those sound awful! 

Still, he ruffles your hair and plants a little kiss on the top of your head. He isn’t mad, he just wants to make sure you’re being safe.

[fuckyeahgoodomens]

I want to start by saying thank you so much for running this blog! Also I'm writing this after an all-nighter so my apologies if it's not very comprehensible.

Just noticed something interesting I haven't seen anyone discuss but may be some good fodder for further speculation (one might even say a clue) - One of the early scenes in Season 2 Episode 1 Aziraphale takes a few records he says he requested from Maggie's store, apparently they're all by Dmitri Shostakovich, and the camera focuses on the top one which is "Symphony No. 5 in D minor, Op 47". Apparently it's pretty famous since Wikipedia has an extensive article on it, as does PBS ( http://www.pbs.org/keepingscore/shostakovich-symphony-5.html )

Not to speculate too much, I'll leave that to someone who's more willing to dive down a rabbit hole, but I do think there was an intentional choice to bring attention to this piece (especially since even the CC somehow managed to get the name right).

Shostakovich was persecuted by the Soviet Government for his work, and it seems he was deeply conflicted between helping others and keeping his loved ones safe throughout his life. there seems to be a widespread belief that this piece in particular is intended to covertly convey false praises to a tyrannical government while in actually experiencing profound suffering. Maybe that is the connections Mr. Gaiman was going for?

Hope some folks (who are hopefully less sleep deprived then I am) will speculate further on this now that it's being brought to their attention, and or at least get someone to listen to some fantastic music.

Hiya! Oh? 👀

[yearsbecomingcool]

Hi! LOVED your latest Jason fic btw, I cannot wait for part 2. I'm SO MAD at him but I still believe in our boy (we should also bully him harder... that prick). But I'm sending you this ask bc I saw this post (maybe you've seen it already idk) and immediately thought of your blog and some of Fred's characters: https://www.tumblr.com/kurtwagnermorelikekurtwagnerd/781400541135863808/sickens-me-to-my-stomach-how-dare-this-guy-get-to

I just... completely see this for Dmitri or Danny and bluescreening. Am I crazy? And btw this isn't a request! (You can do it if you wanna I'm not gonna stop ya of course...) But this dynamic just reminded me of your writing so much. Never thought I'd be into dom!readers and subby characters so much until I read your work. I've read your Danny ones several times now 😅

Hope you're having a good one! ❤

thank you bby!! i'm mad at jason too but trust reader will be getting her revenge and jason will get a chance to explain himself.

i actually saw that post a few days ago and was like "oh i would write something like this" so it's so funny that you sent it and thought of my fics too 😭

that really is so dmitri to me, i can imagine reader and him getting into pet play from there and she ends up clicker training him. i lowkey could really see it being nice for him tbh. now i want to write a pet play fic with him 😭

dom!readers and subby characters are so fun to write, i have so much jason stuff planned but i'll try and get some danny stuff worked on too. i'm thinking of doing a nsfw alphabet for him and a couple other of freds characters if y'all are interested in that :)

[medievalharlot]

taglist - masterlist

Welcome to my page! Posting stuff on Tumblr is new to me so I thought it would be nice to write a little introduction. I am Kia and I am 18 years old. My pronouns are she/her. I currently major in history and I plan on specializing in medieval history, hence the username! Some of my other hobbies are reading (feel free to ask about my current book), baking, listening to music, writing and horseriding.

A few of my current obsessions are Fred Hechinger, Joseph Quinn and Greek mythology. I really enjoy writing angst and I am always open to writing smut. My request are open and I plan on posting weekly.

Some fandoms and characters I will write for and you can send request for:

Fred Hechinger characters: Simon Kalivoda, Dmitri Kravinoff, Jason Hochberg (might be ooc since I haven't had the chance to watch the movie yet :c ), Daniel Markowitz, Caracalla

Joseph Quinn characters: Eddie Munson, Geta, Michael from Hoard, Eric from A Quiet Place

House of the dragon: Aemond, Aegon, Helaena, Daemon, Rhaenyra, Jacaerys

NBC Hannibal: Will Graham, Hannibal Lecter

Jujutsu Kaisen: Geto Suguru, Gojo Saturo, Toji Fushiguro

Currently I have a preference for Fred Hechinger and I plan on writing more fics about his characters. I mostly write female readers but I am willing to give male readers a shot! I am also open to writing a ship if I understand the dynamics of the ship.

My DONT'S: I don't write smut about minors, I don't feel comfortable writing about real life people, I don't write about religious stuff (I am atheist and just don't know that much about different religions), most kinks are welcome but I prefer keeping it consensual, I don't write about bodily fluids and waste.

[dilfykovich]

hello ! welcome to my blog !

dmitri/dimi

they/them

19, march 21

filipino 🇵🇭

communications student

ferrari and barça fan

doesn't play about ollie bearman and pedri gonzález

occasional classical music enjoyer

i write sometimes, won't be posting much because of uni ( mostly x readers but i write for some ships)

writing formula 1, football fanfics

might dabble in some classic rock and classical music fanfics (i still love my roots 💔)

also can write NSFW fics so minors dni

my writing will be on the tag #dimistsrations

you can send me a request or an ask every time i'm totally not chronically online

so that's basically it

[keysorsomething]

Omg BALE NATION RISE UP?

Dmitry Bale is my current hyperfixation

Please feel free to do any some or none of the below; and thank you so much for your service! 🌻🤗🫡

Bale hcs in general

bale when he has a crush

bale confessing

bale PDA

bale first dates

meet cutes with bale

general bale and minotaur hcs (i think its so cute theyre fraternal twins)

bale meeting/playing with minotaur’s FOUR children (thats right its canon that he has four thai kids it is wild)

anyway in conclusion bale bale bale bale b-

You are amazing and so enjoying everything you’re writing so far 💛💛💛

OMG BALE BALE !! Of course I can do this and thank you sm for this !

Request Page!

They are literally each other's best friends

Bale and his Brother

They willingly shared a bedroom as kids

Shortly after the Allegiance disbanded, Bale retired to move in with Minotaur

Very attentive uncle

He would have bought his own house but how was his brother gonna handle four kids by himself

Whenever he leaves the house with one or more of the kids he gets mistaken for their dad and if Minotaur's with them people think he's the uncle

Out of him and Minotaur, he's the one who's less reactive to illness

Really good cook

Bale and you

Not particularly big on PDA

It's not he doesn't like to be affectionate with anyone

He's just been in the army from a young age and not sure if he's allowed to do that

He gets a little stiff if you reach for him

But he doesn't push you away or anything, he'll hold your hand if you want to

Bale confessed pretty quick after he realized he was attracted to you

Your first date was a fancy restaurant for dinner

You sat outside by one of those fire things

He ordered anything you mentioned looked good on the menu

[savagecuhnt]

NAME?: Becca

PRONOUNS?: She/Her

MOST ACTIVE MUSES?:  Currently just Rose. I have Dmitri and Aran, but it's very rare that I have muse for them. I miss a couple of my older muses, Like Blue who was a headshop owner. He was a funny stoner. Then Sethos & Solas my little pain and panic.

EXPERIENCE/HOW MANY YEARS?: like 13-14?

FLUFF, ANGST, OR SMUT?: I LOVE ANGST! I love problematic situations and action! Don't get me wrong, I enjoy fluff and smut, but I'm a sucker for a good angsty thread. I feel like good chemistry comes from angsty situations.

LONG OR SHORT REPLIES?: Depends. I enjoy long replies, but sometimes I get intimidated lol but also I'm not a huge fan if something is too short unless we're like writing texts back and forth.

PET PEEVES?: Asking for starters or memes and then never responding. Which I get, sometimes things happen (I for one get overwhelmed a lot and drop things or won't respond. I do my best to communicate with muns at times) BUT I've had a couple blogs like a bunch of things, send in things or request things and then will NEVER respond to it, and it's not a once or twice situation, it's almost constant. If you wanna just follow cause you enjoy reading threads or seeing my muse interact, I'm all for it! but don't ask for things if you don't have intentions to interact.

ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE?: I was at one point, I was going through a rough time in life and I connected to that spiraling chaotic version of Rose, but once I got a handle on life and made some changes I had to step away from Tumblr and Roleplay because it was somewhat triggering for me, then I lost muse, but I'm able to reconnect with my writing, Rose has changed in a lot of ways than how I once played her. There are times where I want to bring that chaos back in her, that true villainous part of her, but eh...I like where she is right now.

TIME TO WRITE?: at night when I'm at work lol 6pm-2am. Work is the only time i have access to a computer. If I'm at home I'm on mobile and it's a little harder to dive deep into threads.

Tagged by: wasn't tagged but BORROWED from @t-errifier

Tagging: @bloodstainedbible @myriadxofxmuses @fangsandmagic

@andynked @therelentless @heartxshaped-bruises

[k1ng-ej]

Welcome!

Hi, welcome to my blog! My name is EJ, I go by he/him. I write fanfiction in my free time, mostly fluff. I am fine with DMs for casual talk! I enjoy making new moots, just ask if you wanna be! A few fun facts about myself if that I am an enjoyer of melodic death metal, gothic metal, and goth music. I own a leopard gecko, cat and a dog! My carrd!

Requests: Open!

Status: In Progress Current requests: 8

When sending in a request please keep in mind:

I do NOT write smut! (Maybe suggestive content, depends)

I do write for fem reader, GN, and masc! But I do tend to write all reader inserts without physicals descriptions or pronouns!!

I do have a life outside of this blog and I do not have to write every request I get!

Please try to be clear in what you're requesting! I have a hard time understanding what people want sometimes!

Who I write for! (Feel free to request for characters that aren't on this list)

Thomas hewitt, Michael Myers, Vincent & Bo Sinclair, Art the clown Soldier Boy & Dean winchester Sonic & Shadow (whether x reader or sonadow!) Steve Harrington, Billy Hargrove, Enzo (Dmitri Antonov) Leon Kennedy Megumi, Itadori, Sukuna, Choso, Toji Aki Eyeless Jack, Jeff the killer, Hoodie, Slenderman

Taglist:

#Mikeyposts - regular fic posts

#Mikeyreqs - Requests ive done

#Mikeyrambles - just me rambling about stuff

Masterlist below!

Masterlist!

Slashers:

Michael Myers:

Combing Michaels hair

Gifting The Shape on Christmas

Michael taking care of you - drabble

You’re mine.

Request - Talkative S/O

Request - Valentines Day

Request - Comforting you after a nightmare

Request - Reaction to you getting your period

Request - Clingy S/O

Thomas Hewitt:

What Tommy would be like in a relationship

Request - Isn't she better than me?

Request - Talkative S/O

Request - Valentines Day

Request - Thomas proposing

Request - Comforting you after a nightmare

Request - Reaction to you getting your period

Art The Clown:

Request: Devil in disguise

Bo Sinclair

Request - Valentines Day

Request - Comforting you after a nightmare

Vincent Sinclair

Request - Valentines Day

Request - Reaction to you getting your period

Drabble

Jensen Ackles characters - Soldier Boy & Dean (currently)

Soldier Boy

Change PT. 1 | PT. 2

Request - Girly S/O

Dean Winchester

Waves | Part 1 | Part 2

Sonic Masterlist

Shadow the hedgehog

Valentine's confession

I believe in a thing called Love - Request

Tastes like strawberry - Request

Ultraviolence - Request

Sonic the hedgehog

Stranger Things:

Steve Harrington:

Boyfriend Steve

Request - Fearless

Billy Hargrove:

Do I Wanna Know?

Request - Fearless

Leon Kennedy:

Sudden

Halloween with Leon

Missing you

Leon comforts you after you break up with your toxic bf

JJK Masterlist:

jjk boys being clingy

jjk character reactions to "Im breaking up with you" pt. 1 | pt. 2

Sukuna:

More than friendship

Making it up to you

Gojo:

How he is in a relationship

Rainy day

Megumi:

Picnic date

Request - By your side

Nobara:

Drabble