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hereticpriest · 6 years ago

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Lost Stars Part 1

Post John Wick 3: Parabellum.

SPOILERS

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“We can’t do this by ourselves.”

“I don’t intend on it.” The Bowery King stands tall despite his injuries, looking down on John Wick, the boogeyman, somehow still alive. Maybe it’s skill, or dumb luck, or perhaps he’s just too damn stubborn to die. Either way, he’s alive, and the Bowery King intends on making use of him in this fight for revenge. Him, and his connections.

“Aurelio gave this to me. She gave it to him at her father’s funeral. He gave it to me just before you went excommunicado. She designs weapons now. She left the business ages ago, but she stays in through a third party to keep selling her designs.”

The envelope he holds is old school, wax sealed, with words written on the front in bold, red script.

When John does something stupid, open me

John tenses, taking the envelope from him and carefully opening it. Inside is a piece of cardstock with an address written on it, a key with a number on it, and a pass to enter a storage facility. There is no personalized letter, no signature. To anyone else, it might even appear emotionless. However, John knows the truth. John could see that the action itself was the emotion. This was a woman with whom he had had a toxic relationship, and since he had left her, he had killed her brother and her father. After Viggo’s funeral, he received a letter stating her intention to avoid any sort of feud. Giving him condolences, expressing she's glad he got to experience Helen's love and hopes he appreciates how much of a gift that was, and saying she hopes he finds peace after this. The letter was without return address, or any evidence of where it came from.

There had always been a space in his heart that she had lived in, and that she would never leave. She was the first woman he ever felt for, though he hadn’t realized it was love until it was far too late. He hadn’t had a chance to go looking for her since he received the letter, and he wasn’t sure how welcome he would be if he did. But now? Her reaching out with this olive branch was a good sign at very least.

With her, this might even be possible.

Mischa Tarasov, the eldest of the Tarasov children, had always been everything her father wished. She was brilliant, with a keen mind for business, strategy and tactical defense. She was charming, a brilliant liar, and able to think on her feet. She spoke multiple languages, had been tutored in tactics since she was a child, and had been taught varying forms of self-defence since she was a toddler. Ballet, gymnastics and acrobatics had rounded out her training, giving her versatility and instilling an almost unhealthy work ethic in her. She was everything her brother wasn’t; driven, focused, able to lead or follow in any given situation. Mischa could take a punch, could endure torture, and could inflict it effectively. She was everything that Viggo wanted, and she had loved her brother with all of her heart despite his rampant stupidity and short-sightedness.

When she left the Russian mob, it was not because she didn’t love her family. She left the life because she wanted to be Mischa instead of Mischa Tarasov. That began with continuing her ballet training, leading her to find an apartment of her own. She got a roommate to help keep herself afloat, despite the money she had. She wanted to save it, in case of emergency. Which is how she met Mallory, and by extension, Duncan. Mallory was everything Mischa could have wanted from a roommate, and her boyfriend Duncan was just as amazing. Of course, that was after Mischa had a serious conversation with Duncan about knowing he was the Black Kaiser and how she knew how to kill him if he hurt Mallory. Mischa struggled with relationships, primarily because she didn’t want attachments, and because she didn’t trust easily.

Mallory frequently found herself concerned with Mischa’s stress level, and that led to her badgering her constantly. Which led to Duncan intervening on Mischa’s behalf. That led to Mallory and Duncan catching each other admiring Mischa’s ass as she bent to pick up some clothes from the floor in her room while wearing a sundress that barely covered her. After a frank conversation, Mal and Duncan agreed to approach Mischa separately before going together.

One night while Duncan was out of town, Mallory approached Mischa while she was bathing after ballet practice. She started easy, rubbing Mischa’s ankles and calves, then moving up to rub her shoulders. Mischa questioned it soon enough, and Mal assured her that Duncan was okay with this. Mischa leaned into her touch after that, dragging Mal into the bath with her without much more thought to it. Mal ended up taking the lead, and after fingering Mischa in the bath for a bit, the girls ended up in Mallory’s bed. Mal tugged Mischa into a top-and-tail position, giving her little chance to breathe before she began to work her open with her fingers.

It took a couple of days before Mallory was off overnight for work, and before she left, she stole a couple of kisses from Duncan and told him to have fun. Mischa overheard that from the kitchen and furrowed her brows, cracking open a beer. Just over an hour later, Duncan had Mischa lazily slumped against him while they watched a film, playing with her hair. He was hard from anticipation, and he didn’t see much point in dancing around the point, so he gently tilted her head back so she was looking at him.

“Ya hotela tebya ves’ den’.” Duncan murmured, watching Mischa’s pupils dilate and her lips part. (Translation: I’ve wanted you all day)

“Duncan… Mallory-“

“She knows. She wants it. Just like I wanted her to play with you.” Duncan promised, skimming his hands over her hips. When Mischa nodded, he lifted her easily, setting her on the kitchen table. Once her jeans were off, he pulled her underwear to the side and slipped on a condom, then began to slowly press into her. By the time Mallory returned the following morning, Mischa was blissed out in bed with bruises covering her hips and thighs while Duncan sleepily made breakfast. It became a thing after that. Odd as it may sound, Mischa became a part of their relationship. If Mallory or Duncan were gone, the other would usually turn to Mischa for affection. When they were together, Mischa was a bit of an outlet for both of them. All the while Mischa was able to get the affection and sex that she needed while never feeling trapped by the relationship.

Duncan told Mallory about his background, so Mischa came clean as well. Duncan helped Mischa get some contact with the underground again and assisted her with transporting her designs and retrieving payment. When Mallory decided to move in with Duncan, Mischa was sad to lose her roommate, but the pair invited her to live with them not long after. Their triad was comfortable, and there wasn’t much point in separating if they didn’t have a reason.

It continued like this for some time. Mallory and Duncan comforted her when John got married, though she absolutely refused to admit she cared. Mallory insisted she had stunted emotional growth, but Duncan would just remind her how Mischa grew up and it would once again become clear why. The day after the wedding, Mischa admitted she was happy for John, as he finally would get to experience a life on the outside. To love, and be loved, as he deserved. It hurt, but Mischa was used to pain and had enough distance from John to adjust quickly.

Learning of his wife’s death was difficult, and the events that followed regarding her brother and father made her want to lash out, but she wasn’t sure if she was more upset with John or her own family. In the end, she stayed out of it and simply waited until she got the call from Uncle Abram through Duncan to assist with the funerals. She was paid out her entire inheritance, as well as Iosef’s, and she put them in the bank, then gave Aurelio a letter at the funeral and went home. She didn’t leave her room for a week after the funerals, and once she came out, it was to go to an appointment for tattoos.

She had a collection of mob related tattoos, including 8-point stars just below her collarbones and an intricate cross on her ribs. Tarasov was tattooed on her shoulder blades in big letters, and she had a lioness rampant on her lower back on the left side. After her latest appointment, she returned with a tattoo of Iosef’s birthday on her wrist, Viggo’s name on the inside of her upper right arm, and two Xs behind her right ear. MS and DV had been tattooed behind her left ear for years, one of her only non-mob related tattoos. She also carried John’s initials carved into her inner thigh from when she had been his.

After getting her tattoos, Mischa readjusted to normal life in the healthiest way she could – by getting Duncan and Mallory to hurt her. Duncan taught Mallory how to use Mischa’s stiletto knife to cut lines into her hips that would heal with minimal to no scarring. He helped Mallory tie Mischa into intricate poses that strained her muscles even with her ballet training, and left her in them until she tapped out or he decided that any more would do serious damage. Usually the latter, considering the stubborn set of Mischa’s chin. Duncan fucked her hard enough to make every movement ache, and Mal helped force her to cum over and over again until she begged them to stop. Mallory practiced asphyxiation under Duncan’s watchful eye, and the two spent a day edging Mischa until she sobbed, broken and defeated. After five days of this with only the most basic aftercare allowed by the stubborn Russian woman, Mischa clutched the two of them to her and allowed them in. They showered her in love, each in their own unique ways, and things finally went back to normal.

They stayed good for a while, until Mischa’s phone dinged one day with an alert telling her that someone had just entered her emergency storage shed.

She lays behind Mallory, curled around her while she laid half on Duncan, watching the security cameras to catch a glimpse of John. The pang she felt when she saw him again showed on her face, clearly, because Mallory steals her phone to take a look. She sighs.

“You weren’t kidding, Misch. He’s handsome.”

Duncan chuckles, leaning over to look despite knowing full well what John Wick looks like. They watch as he searches through the storage shed, finding each hidden shelf and drawer like they were labelled for him. She supposed in a way they were, since he had shown her a lot of the techniques she had used. After finding the address she had left for him for their new home, he uses one of the bags she’d left to load up on weapons, ammo, body armour and gold coins, then grabs the bag of essentials she’d left under her desk and heads out.

“He won’t take long to get here.” Mischa informs them quietly, looking unsure of whether she was happy or sad about that, “I won’t drag you guys into this, I promise. I don’t know if I’ll see you again, but my will is under the floorboards in my room. It’s valid, but someone might try to change the contents, so I’ll leave you guys with the original copy.”

“Mischa, stop it.” Mallory insists, snuggling closer to her.

“No, Mal, I’m serious. There’s every chance I won’t come back. I’m going to try not to die, but I can’t promise I won’t.” Mischa looks up at Duncan, and he sighs softly, leaning over to kiss her passionately. It is a goodbye kiss, and Mischa loves him for giving that to her. Just in case.

Mallory notices the energy in the room, and after a moment of observing Duncan, she pins Mischa to the bed and kisses her hard. It is its own kind of goodbye kiss – the kind of kiss you give someone instead of saying ‘damn you for leaving’. Mischa presses her forehead against Mal’s once they part, just breathing her in and enjoying her last hours with them.

“Look after her, Duncan. If you guys have kids, you better name it after me.” Mischa teases, smiling at Duncan’s snort. She snuggles in between them, relishing in their affection while she still has it. Soaking it in like warmth on a cold night.

Neither of them ask if she really has to go. They know the answer.

#john wick #spoilers for parabellum #john wick/oc #john wick/original character #duncan vizla/oc #duncan vizla #polar #oc/duncan vizla/oc

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mettleborn-a · 4 years ago

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Mettle /ˈmɛt(ə)l/ (noun) - a person's ability to cope well with difficulties; spirit and resilience.

Welcome to my indie multi-muse blog, (est. feb 2021) here you will find a mixture of OCs and canon characters.

My name is Erin, (she/her) I live in Scotland, I recently turned 40 and I’ve been roleplaying on Tumblr since 2015. This blog is multi-ship and multi-verse and I will only RP with mutuals, who must be over 21.

You will find my interest form here, which is a great way to let me know which of my muses you’re interested in.

I am always up for discussing plotting and ship potential, so please feel free to pop into my IMs to discuss.

Please view my carrd page for my rules and information on all of my muses!

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requiemofamemory · 5 years ago

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Caught in the Middle

Los Angeles, the city of flowers and sunshine, capital of “entertainment”, these are surely nicknames worth of movies, Oscar-winning ones more precisely. Despise the flamboyant sleepless aura that L.A inspires, at its’s core, the city has a busy underworld and if you’re lucky enough one can make twice the money and fame than my more licit ways, but only the smartest chose to never get involved in the first place.

1753 E Olympic Blvd, 2:14 AM

The name of the “club” was Alexandria, the perfect mix of social classes interacting for the sake of quality entertainment, heavily guarded and located on the underground of a stripper club, the only access to it is a steel soundproof trapdoor and the password. The ventilation system was the best in the market, commissioned and meticulously designed, yet to the ones with a more refined sense of smell, Alexandria’s scent was a blend of alcohol, cheap cologne, blood and sweat masked by refrigeration from the huge air conditioners and cleaning chemicals making it...bearable to stay for 2 hours or so. Andrea arrived 1 hour earlier, as requested by "boss", Ramon Cortes (owner and administrator of Alexandria), she wore a tight white dress, gladiator high heels, simple makeup, and a hand purse. The doormen didn't even bother to request the password, simply nodding and opening the trapdoor for her, one them even offered her his hand so she'd walk down the stairs safely, Andrea replied with a charming smirk. -"Evenin' boys." The doormen smirked and complied with a nod. As she walked the stairs, Andrea could see how crowded it was today, as it usually was on Fridays. Alexandria was 200 meters long, and 70 meters wide with two levels, a regular club would have a lesser space but, regardless of looking like a regular VIP club, Alexandria was far from ordinary. With a stage, the lower floor for the dancers and upper open level for the more “privileged” clients, several private big rooms for various purposes. The lights were dim with red and blue nuances and flashes here and there, it was enough to hide the client’s faces (if you’re not too close to them), but visible enough for the staff to see the source of any ruckus or anyone trying something “funny”.

The blonde entered the left red door corridor, the main access to the owner's office and consequently the safest space in the whole club. Hugo, “captain” of Alexandria’s security, Ramon’s driver and private bodyguard, was at the door watching the movement.

“Hey, Hugo. How're the kids.” Andrea asks as Hugo opens the door.

“All fine, ma’am. Thanks for the tickets for the game by the way.”

Andrea gave the 6′2″ man a smile as she walks inside the office - “Nah, you guys deserve it.”

Once the door closed, Andrea was faced by one of her favorite visages. Ramon with lots of dollar bills, a glass of whiskey and packs of various drugs on top of his desk. “Andy wendy! Love of my life!” The man in red suit replied as he opened his arms, walking his way to Andrea and hugging her, soon after grabbing her face and giving the lady two “besitos” on her cheeks and one on her lips.

By the stench of whiskey, cigarettes and old pizza in his breath, Andrea was starting to connect the dots, giving a suspicious close smile. “You asked me to come early. What’s up?” She replied, sitting on a fancy chair on the other side of the table.

“Well...you have a big one today, I don’t need to remind you of that, right? The other girl is kinda feisty, not the regular skinny ones...and from Boston.” Ramon, on the other hand, sits on the side of his table, hands resting upon its surface.

Andrea nodded with her head, crossing her arms. “Uhum.” There was something off about Ramon and she gave him the “motherly” stare for him to spit it out.

“Aaaaand...” He replied, now clenching his hands together, the man’s facial expression started to change from jolly to secretly desperate. “I might need your extra services on something.”

“What did you do?” Andrea started, Ramon immediately replied with- “Hey, in my defense I was doing my duty, okay? Providing security for the masses. And by masses I mean my share of the town...things just got a bit out of hand.” Andrea looked at her “boss” up and down, bending her head slightly to the right. “You need a bodyguard? Isn’t Hugo doing that already? He’d be offended if he finds out you’re replacing him.”

“I talked to him. The man has a wife and children, I need someone 24/7. Actually, he’s glad it’s going to be you.”

“I didn’t even accept it!”

Ramon replies with puppy eyes - “He said you would.” Andrea pondered for a few seconds, then let out a sigh. - “Yes, sure. What gang and what’s in for me?”

“I’ll raise your salary to 18.000, I’ll give you all the weapons you need and a new bike, anyone you want. Oh, and don’t worry about it, its just one guy.”

“Bullshit.” Andrea replied with a higher tone, rising up from her seat. “Four times my salary, full armory for one guy? No gang? Who’s after you? Rambo?”

“Hey mami, take it easy! You’re not alone in this. Got my best team to take care of the rest, you’re not getting killed or anything. I just need a top-trained, highly trusted bodyguard to stay with me all times and thought of you! I’m sure we’ll have lots of fun together.” Ramon replied, side-hugging the woman with a big smile. “So? What do you say?” Andrea never saw Ramon this nervous, he was trying so hard to hide it , maybe it to make her feel more secure and accept the deal, maybe to make him look strong and confident in the eyes of others during a life-threatening situation. In the end, she couldn’t deny his offer, needless to say Ramon was far more relaxed, relieved even, he kissed her goodbye and let the woman do one last “show;” before taking the role of his private bodyguard. Again.

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The only person who refers to Andrea’s caged catfights is Ramon, maybe he likes to distort the idea of violence by just an act of entertainment. But the truth is, people love violence, they didn’t pay 80 bucks to see to hot girls pretending to be fighting just to turn them on, no one in Alexandria is satisfied until they see either one of the chicks down and bloody. And that’s why Andrea was their favorite.

Andrea Muller had all the proper skills to knock the new girl’s teeth in 10 minutes, but she knew that wouldn’t please her fans, so she makes it last, building up till the other girl is exhausted to finally pin her down and finish her with a sequence of punches. By the end, Andrea’s knuckles were red and bruised, her nose was broken, no one knew which blood was whose her adversary was completely knocked out, but the crowd was cheering, so it was indeed a good day.

As usual, Andrea walked to the changing room accompanied by George, a very sweet unlicensed doctor, who skillfully replaced her nose and made sure she didn’t break anything else. Andrea always apologized for every time she cursed him when he cleaned and sewed her wounds or when he relocated her members. After, being properly treated Andrea took off her clothes with difficulty, although it was just a sports bra and a lycra shorts. Bringing her painkillers with her to the shower and turning it on, at first the water was cold, then she gradually made it warmer. Andrea cupped one of her hands, placed the pills on her mouth and swallowed it with the water.

“Hmmm.” She closed her eyes, feeling her muscles and joints screaming for relief. When she opened her eyes she could see the blood and water going down the drain.

( @vizlla)

#rp #oc #andrea muller #duncan vizla #polar #sorry for the late starter #hehehe #character intro

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smutsonian · 4 years ago

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Could you recommend Mads Mikkelso character fics please?I’m watching hannibal and o god I’m a sucker for this man.

YES I’ve only read a few but here we goo! (sorry I’m answering this a few hours late)

Hannibal:

Persephone, The Willing on ao3 by @crappedoutlungs - this is basically the fic that started my obsession towards Hannibal then mads’s other roles T^T she’s got a few stories featuring mads’s characters so go ahead and scan her masterlist (her rio fics are also GOLD) they’re not reader inserts but damn if her OCs are loveable af

Hannibal Lecter Masterlist by @gemstone-roses makes a lot of Hannibal fics which includes hurt/comfort and smut hehe

Duncan Vizla (Polar)

Ghost of an Outlaw on ao3 by @crappedoutlungs again because her stories are my happy place. The OC here is very cute and the d/s relationship is *cheffs kiss* her stories literally makes me wanna have a dom so bad

tender love is blind on ao3 by pensee a oneshot with “Grandpa Kink” and I found myself liking it more than I should jfdkvkafjvuh it’s hella spicy

Duncan Vizla x Reader fics by @imagines-to-quench-thirst - lots of duncan x reader imagines i could drown in them

Summer Dress by @homesoutofhuman where thangz get steamy ;)

Nigel (Charlie Countryman)

La Vita Nuova and Zahar by @crappedoutlungs again skksks

So far, those are the ones I’ve read and/or planning to read. Would like to find more soon tho and I’ll be reblogging fics about mads’s characters hehe

#fic rec #recommendations #duncan vizla x reader #hannibal lecter x reader #nigel x reader

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4dr14nn · 3 months ago

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#artists on tumblr #fanart #idk #aaaaaaaaaa #brartist #self ship #self insert #self sona #persona #oc x canon #duncan vizla #mads mikkelsen #polar the movie #meme animation

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artemiseamoon · 4 years ago

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Preview: When the Sky Falls

A Polar AU fic

Duncan Vizla x Noelle Theron (ofc) (fc: Bianca Lawson)

Words: 556 | Credit to gif owners | Moodboard by me

❗️Fic Warnings: SPOILERS for the film! This takes place post film events, with mentions of film events. You control what you read, not me. The film has major themes of violence, tons of sexual stuff, torture, hitmen and murder; all apply here minus the excessive sex stuff :) | This preview: mainly angst, vague descriptions of wounds, a bloody gif below (tw:blood as a tag added)

AN: My Ofc is older than the girl in the film, cause you already know how I feel about huge age gaps and young oc stuff. So, she's aged up to make this more comfortable. Bianca Lawson is a vampire tho, so eternally young looking but my perfect Noelle.

Duncan went through hell and back, the evidence was all over his body.

Every single mark, scar, wound a glimpse at the torture he endured. A glimpse of the lengths he went just to get her back. It was proof of how far Duncan was willing to go for her.

It meant something.

It meant something no matter how much Noelle tried to convince herself it didn't.

Still, Duncan's Vizla sins were great, and she didn't come all this way to let it go. Even with the slip up, even with the frequent lapses of judgment that brought her closer to him than she ever wanted to be, the end goal reminds the same; revenge.

Duncan groans as he shifts in bed. Noelle sits up in the chair, her eyes moist with tears as she watches him.

Opening his eyes, Duncan looks at the ceiling. He takes as deep of a breath in as possible. He turns his head to the side, seeing her in the chair by the bed.

His voice is groggy when he speaks, “How long was I out?”

Her heart was racing again, beating so fast she was almost breathless.

“The whole day.”

“Again?” He tries to sit up and she extends her hand, signaling for him to stop. He does so anyway, even though the pain is evident in his expression. Duncan presses his back against the pillows and headboard.

“After everything you went through, you’ll need all the sleep you can get.” She says.

“You don’t have to take care of me.”

“You don’t have to let me.” She replies. “Besides, you took care of me, after everything. Now it’s your turn.”

A silence falls between them.

Duncan notices the tears in her eyes. “You’ve been crying?”

“Just a little,” she stands and walks over to the window. Gently pushing the curtain back, she looks out at the moon, “I do that alot. It's nothing new.”

Noelle doesn’t turn around, she keeps her gaze fixed on the moon as the bed shifts behind her. With a few pained groans, Duncan gets out of bed and makes his way over to her.

He places his hand on her shoulder and she twists around to look up at him. When their eyes meet, another tear escapes and falls down her left cheek.

Clumsily, in his tired state, Duncan wipes it away.

“They paid for what they’ve done to you. I made sure of it.” He tries to comfort her.

Her tender brown eyes break away from his first. Noelle sniffles as she imagines all the ways she could respond. Sure, she was hurt and angry about that, but it wasn’t the reason for the tears, at least not today.

Keeping her thoughts to herself, she lifts his hand from her shoulder and starts out of the room.

“You must be hungry. I’ll make something.”

Duncan leans against the wall, his left hand against this ribcage over the bandage as he watches her pass through the doorway.

Duncan wondered about the other reasons behind her tears, the anguish in her eyes. There was something more, something deeper; something she wasnt ready or willing to share with him.

Storing the thought away for later, he calls out to her, “You don’t have to.”

Noelle turns back around, briefly peaking into the room, “I want to.”

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#polar #fc: mads mikkelson #Duncan Vizla #polar au #polar film #Duncan x ofc #fic: when they sky falls #read warnings #tw: blood #movie spoilers

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sasorikigai · 6 years ago

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CATHEXIS - the concentration of mental energy on one particular person, idea, or object (especially to an unhealthy degree).

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Muses;

NIGEL from (The Necessary Death of) Charlie Countryman

HANNIBAL LECTER from NBC Hannibal (with influences from books & movies)

HANZO HASASHI (SCORPION) from the Mortal Kombat franchise

DUNCAN VIZLA from Netflix’s Polar

You can’t tell if this urgency is innate or acquired; either way, you can’t separate from it now, and it’s useless to try. Nothing is on time in this godforsaken place, just like every other godforsaken place you’ve convinced yourself to live in, and there you are, living on your own terms as you feel your fingers echo with an emptiness that even the most shallow ears could hear. Hope is dangerous thing, yet a new beginning was ready to bloom.

INDIE. PRIVATE & HIGHLY SELECTIVE MULTIMUSE, written by Kathy. Canon divergent/compliant with heavy headcanon influences. Crossover, alternate universe, OC friendly. Please read my RULES before following and interacting. Multi-para and novella only.

#✗ notoriously infamous (self-promo)#(it's shitty but.....)#(and special thanks to Nox!)

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evertonem · 6 years ago

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Hannibal Extended Universe - Fandom, Polar (2019), Trial & Retribution (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Roberto Bellini/Duncan Vizla | Black Kaiser Characters: Roberto Bellini, Duncan Vizla | Black Kaiser Additional Tags: Roberto Bellini/Duncan Vizla, return of the sexworker au, JustFuckMeUp, kiiiinda graphic death of an unimportant oc in the first quarter of the fic, Gun Violence, tw: gun violence, tw: blood (not much), Phone Sex, using toys, Dirty Talk, cross dressing, Genderfluid Character, Roberto is genderfluid/gender non-conforming, it's not a big deal, Kinky sex, Handcuffs, very very mild allusion to shoe fetish? Maybe?, Buttplugs, Vibrators, Cock Ring, roberto topping from the bottom, duncan bottoming from the top, duncan gets his b-card stamped, Porn-Without-Plot, PWP, Rentboys, Assassins, Daddy Kink Series: Part 2 of Red Right Hand 'verse Summary:

Duncan makes his excuses to run into Roberto in Paris. This is an excellent decision.

#fanfiction #hannibal extended universe #Roberto x duncan

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hereticpriest · 6 years ago

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Powdered Sugar Chapter 3

Warnings: NSFW

The sun rises Saturday morning and Duncan knocks on Margaery’s door, his truck parked out front. She answers with a smile, stepping closer to him and leaning up on her tippy toes to press a gentle kiss to his lips. He sighs in response, leaning into her to deepen the kiss a little bit. Minnie nuzzles her nose against his, kisses his cheek, then takes his hand and her bags and heads out to his truck with Theo on their heels.

They drop off Theo at a well-regarded pet hotel and Minnie spends the next five minutes teary-eyed and sniffling against Duncan’s arm, though she does eventually begin to relax. Duncan pulls her into his lap for a couple eager kisses before they have to go into the airport, and Minnie melts in his arms, fingers threaded through his hair. She laughs into the kiss when his hands move up her thighs and around to grab her ass, trailing kisses along his jaw to whisper in his ear.

“You’re lucky you’re cute, mister. Getting fresh with me.” Minnie nuzzles her nose against his, then steals a final kiss before sliding out of his lap. Duncan smiles at her, and the way his eyes crinkle at the corners makes her heart skip a beat. Security goes by easily, and Duncan leaves her in a convenience store of the airport while he goes to withdraw some cash and buy something that he will not tell Minnie about. The two meet at one of several coffee shops, where Minnie passes over the snacks and drinks she’s bought to Duncan and grabs a hot chocolate for the plane.

The flight goes by quickly. Minnie curls up under Duncan’s arm, enjoying the soft kisses he presses to her cheek and temple throughout the flight while they watch movies together. They arrive pretty much right on time in Seattle and get into the car Duncan had called for them, where Duncan tells Minnie about his time spent in Seattle. The hotel is huge, and Minnie’s eyes go wide as saucers when they pull up, but her jaw drops when they arrive at their suite.

“Jesus Duncan!” Minnie sounds distressed, like she isn’t sure if she should be groveling at his knees with thanks or if she should be forcing him to get a less expensive room. Duncan smirks, sliding his arms around her waist and pressing kisses along the line of her neck.

“Do you like it?” he asks quietly, smiling at the enthusiastic yes he gets from her. After an exploration of the suite and placing an order for room service, Minnie sets the massive jacuzzi tub to fill up and presses Duncan into the bed for a brief makeout session. Duncan looks surprised when she asks him to join her in the tub while sliding her hand into the back of his shirt.

“If you want me to.” Duncan settles on, and Minnie giggles, pulling his shirt over his head. Her fingers comb through his chest hair, and she sighs happily, leaning up for another kiss. Duncan pulls her shirt over her head and freezes when he realizes she’s not wearing a bra. A soft groan escapes him, and he begins to kiss his way down her chest, his hands cupping her rather small breasts. He’s only just begun to suck her nipple into his mouth when she remembers the running water and grips his hair.

“Stop, stop.” Minnie urges, and Duncan shoots up, wide-eyed.

“Sorry, no, I don’t mean it like that.” Minnie kisses him softly, shimmying out from underneath him and heading into the bathroom to turn off the tub just in time to stop it from overflowing. She immediately heads back to Duncan and crawls atop him, covering his face in kisses.

“I’m sorry I scared you, I didn’t mean to.” Minnie kissed his cheekbones, and Duncan pulled her into his lap again.

“It’s okay sweetheart.” Duncan kisses her softly, laying her back on the bed and kissing his way along her neck, “Tell me if I do anything you don’t want, okay?”

“I trust you, Duncan.” Minnie murmurs, laying out below him with her legs around his hips. He traces kisses down her chest and takes her other nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it. Her back arches, pushing her chest up against his mouth and letting out a whimper that shot straight to Duncan’s dick. Her jeans are across the room before she can say a word, and Duncan groans at the sight of her underwear. Funny, one would think Duncan might have seen it all in terms of sexy underwear, and he has. But Margaery is wearing a pair of white cotton panties, and Duncan is fairly sure he’s never seen anything hotter in his entire life.

He spreads her legs, pushing them up and mouthing his way along the crease of her thigh. He presses his nose to her cunt through the fabric, breathing in the scent of her while she squirms. His moustache tickles, but when he’s sliding her panties off and dragging his tongue from the bottom of her slit to her clit, it only adds to the sensation.

“Oh, fuck, Duncan!” Minnie tangles her fingers in his hair, and Duncan groans against her, sending vibrations through her that have her whimpering, “B-Bath is getting col- ohhhhhfuck!”

Duncan smirks, hands braced on her thighs to hold her legs apart, his thumbs spreading her wide open for him. He fucks her open with his tongue, watching her face twist with ecstasy and enjoying the way she grasps his hair and pushes him closer desperately. He swirls his tongue up around her clit and slides a finger into her, and then a second when he deems that she’s stretched open enough. He’s impressed by how quickly she falls apart for him but assumes that the reason for that may not be the best, so he avoids thinking about it. Instead, he kisses her softly, removes his pants and boxers, and lets some water out of the bath. He carries her over to the bath while she presses kisses to his stubbly jaw and settles into the tub with her. Minnie sits facing him in his lap and runs her fingers through the hair covering his chest and tummy.

“How did you get all these scars, if you don’t mind me asking?”

Duncan breathes in before he answers.

“Security work.”

“I like them.” Minnie almost whispers, tracing one on his chest, “Don’t worry. I’ve got my own share of scars; yours don’t put me off even a little bit.”

Duncan sighs at the feeling, and how easily she accepts it. He knows he’s a patchwork of white scars on tan skin, but she’s pale as snow and covered in purpleish-pink scars that show just as much on her so he had hoped she would understand. He can see that he’s already left little lovebites on her neck but he can’t find it in him to feel bad. She doesn’t feel bad for leaving one just below his jaw and another over his pulse, a spark of something possessive jolting through her. She can feel Duncan’s cock against her cunt when she rolls her hips, and he digs his fingers into her hips a little at the feeling of the sensitive head swiping over her entrance.

“Condoms are in my bag.” Duncan murmurs, but Minnie soothes him before he can get up.

“I… uhm, I can’t get pregnant.” She whispers, “Well… I could if I got fertility treatments, but it’s just… not in the cards for me naturally.”

Duncan kisses her softly almost like an apology, then again like she’s the only thing important to him, lining himself up with her and pulling her down on him. Using his grip on her hips he slowly begins to guide her upon him, grinding in little figure-eights that have her whimpering against his lips. He wants her slow and gentle, looking at him with those expressive eyes, whispering his name almost reverently. He wants it to be passionate, and loving, and soft. Minnie shivers in his grip, letting her head fall back and arching her back, her lips parted around a gasp. Duncan squeezes her hips, guiding her to ride him properly with slow and deep thrusts, his lips trailing along her jaw and up to her mouth.

Minnie’s hands travel from his pecs to his shoulders, then up his neck to grip his hair. Her kisses grow rougher when he drops his hand to circle her clit, his other hand gripping her ass to help her move upon him. He can feel her cunt gripping him, clenching and spasming as she gets closer and closer to that edge.

“Oh, oh fuck, Duncan!” Minnie shouts as she loses herself, shattering around him. She whimpers as he keeps thrusting, oversensitive enough that it almost hurts, but she keeps moving with him as he chases his own completion. She moves her hands to his chest, tweaking a nipple between her fingers and placing open-mouthed kisses along his neck, desperate for him to find his release inside of her. He grips her ass tightly in both hands, grunting quietly as he thrusts into her tight cunt, ignoring the splashing of water in the jacuzzi tub. He comes with a low groan, grinding himself into her as he fills her, hips stuttering as his body turns to jelly and collapsing back against the side of the tub. Gentle hands pet his hair and rub his back, and he kisses Margaery’s hair and temple lovingly.

“Relax. There you go sweetheart, relax. I’ll take care of you.” Duncan promises, while Minnie snuggles into him and tucks her face into the crook of his neck. He opens the drain on the tub and wraps Minnie in a towel, carrying her out to the bed to lay her down. He fetches a towel for himself and wipes himself down, then ties it around his waist and sits beside Minnie to towel her off.

“My body feels like warm jello.” Minnie murmurs, stretching out on the lavish bed, “Forget drying off, the sheets can do that. Come here.”

Duncan smirks, crawling into her waiting arms and pressing sweet kisses to her clavicle. Minnie pulls him closer, guiding his head back to kiss him. Her body trembles, wracked with aftershocks as he delicately threads his fingers through her hair, combing out tangles.

“Are you okay?” Duncan asks softly, noticing her shakiness.

“Oh, yeah, I just… I mean I haven’t had sex in a while. And I haven’t had an orgasm in even longer.” Minnie admits carefully, “It’s just… a lot.”

Duncan nods, holding her close to him to steady her through her shakes, not stroking her skin despite the temptation because he knows that it might be too much for her. She begins to relax soon enough, playing with his chest hair delicately, her head resting on his shoulder. He returns to playing with her hair once he realizes she can handle it again, a pleased sigh leaving his lips when her leg pulls up over his. However, this also gives him a lovely view of his spend running down her thigh. Minnie opens her eyes when she feels him twitch against her, raising her gaze to his. Duncan kisses her softly, running one hand down her back, over her butt to run his fingers through the mess on her thigh. Realizing what exactly is getting him riled up, Minnie laughs quietly, sitting up to straddle one of his thighs.

“If you wanna go again, I can, but I can’t imagine you’re ready for that yet, sweetheart.” Minnie purrs, giving a little roll of her hips just to tease him. His answering smirk only makes her lick her lips, and then he’s rolling her over onto her back so he can lower himself between her legs.

#Duncan Vizla #Polar #Duncan Vizla/OC #Duncan Vizla/Original Character #Polar AU

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