#vlad calm down pls

[moneypriestess]

sorry that this isn't like the other one i wrote, and i don't really mention vlad or the other imagine i wrote, but i like this so pls no negative things :) i hope you like it!

Danny was walking home from his school when a stranger suddenly accosted him in an alleyway. The man's hand reached out and grabbed Danny by the arm, startling him. Danny's instincts took over, and before he knew it, he had latched onto the man's hand with his sharp teeth. The man grunted in pain and tried to pull his hand away, but Danny wouldn't let go. He kept on biting, and the man soon realized that there was no easy way out.

The man tried to talk Danny down, but his words fell on deaf ears. Danny's eyes were narrowed, and he had a wild look on his face. He was completely consumed by his animalistic instincts, and all he wanted to do was to keep on biting and gnawing on the man's hand.

The man started to panic, and he yelled for help. But there was no one around to hear him, and he knew that he was trapped. He continued to struggle, but Danny's hold on his hand only grew stronger. The man was in agony, and he was starting to wonder if he was going to lose his hand.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the man heard footsteps coming from down the alleyway.

Bruce had been patrolling the streets of Gotham when he received a call from commissioner Gordon. There was a report of a disturbance in an alleyway, and Bruce knew he had to investigate.

As he approached the alley, he saw two figures struggling in the shadows. He crept closer, ready to swoop in and take down whoever was causing trouble. But to his surprise, it was Danny Fenton who had a hold of the other man's hand.

Danny was wild-eyed and unkempt, and Bruce could see that he was in no state to be handling a situation like this. The other man was clearly in pain, and his hand was covered in blood.

"Step away from him, Danny!" Bruce commanding voices echo through the alley.

Danny froze in his tracks, holding the man's hand with his sharp fangs. Bruce could see the fear in his eyes, and he knew that Danny was not in control of his actions.

Bruce quickly assessed the situation and knew he had to act fast. He pulled out his signature batarangs and shot them at the ground near Danny, creating a loud noise that startled him.

Danny let go of the man's hand, and Bruce quickly came forward, grabbing Danny in a bear hug and pulling him away. Batman was experienced in dealing with situations like this, and he was able to calm Danny down.

The man who had been attacked was grateful for Batman's intervention, and he thanked him profusely. Bruce knew that Danny needed help, and he made sure that he was taken care of as well.

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[dystopicjumpsuit]

Double, Double Boil and Trouble - Part 4

A/N: This is part 4 my fic for the @rare-clone-fic-exchange, which I wrote for @goblininawig. The story takes place in a shared continuity with Stars Beyond Number, Martyrs and Kings, and “Do It Again,” but it stands alone and can be read independently of those fics.

Pairing: Clone Trooper Boil x Reader (GN; reader practices tasseomancy/reads tea leaves) 

Rating: M (mature content intended for readers 18+; minors DNI)

Wordcount: 2.8k

Warnings and tags: mysticism; angst; fluff; SMUT; oral sex; unprotected penetrative sex (can be read as either PIV or PIA; either way, pls wrap it up IRL); GN smut is hard to write, but I did my best 🫡

Summary: Things heat up in the Entertainment District.

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It was too hot to sleep. You tossed in bed, sweaty and exhausted, as your emotions swirled chaotically and your thoughts scattered like runestones cast across a cloth. In the two days since the news had broken about Sarrish, you had drifted in an aimless haze. You couldn’t meditate; you couldn’t eat. You had tried reaching out for Boil’s presence in the Force, but either you were too unbalanced to focus, or he was too far away to sense. 

You refused to consider the alternative.

After lying awake for hours, staring into the darkness, you gave up. You needed to get out of your stuffy flat and go somewhere with calmer energy. You rolled out of bed with a sigh and pulled on the lightest, coolest clothes you could find, then headed down the corridor to the shop. It was hotter in your reading room than your flat, but at least it was tranquil, and more importantly, you hadn’t spent the past week imbuing it with your anxiety.

Flicking on the dim lamp, you began to brew a cup of tea. The ritual of it was soothing: turning on the kettle; setting out your favorite cup; selecting a tea from your extensive collection; measuring out the leaves. Your body and mind fell into a familiar rhythm as you worked, your motions controlled and smooth. As the tea steeped, you practiced maintaining a smooth, even tempo of breath as you cleared your mind and focused your intention the way your grandmother had taught you.

I am present in this moment. I feel the heat of the water. I smell the scent of the tea. I feel the life within me, the planet beneath me, the galaxy around me. My mind is my own. I control my emotions. I control my thoughts. I am present in this moment.

I am one with the Force, and the Force is with me.

The storm within you began to calm, but the strange sensation of imbalance persisted, as though your soul itself suffered from vertigo. With a final, deep inhale and exhale, you opened your eyes. The room still looked the same, but it hummed with a restless energy—or perhaps it was just you.

 Keenly aware of the irony of drinking a cup of hot tea in the middle of the most sweltering weather you’d experienced since you emigrated from your home planet in Wild Space and moved to the Core, you took a sip. You’d selected a special blend that had been your grandmother’s favorite, and the taste of it instantly transported you to your childhood, the memories so vivid that it felt as though her spirit was with you in the room. 

“Oh, Gran,” you whispered. “What am I going to do?”

You finished your cup slowly, waiting for an answer that never came. When you were done, you swirled the last of the liquid a few times and dumped it, then examined the leaves that clung to the cup.

Nothing. Gibberish. What is wrong with me?

You stood with a sigh and began to tidy up, washing your cup and saucer, then wandering through the rest of the shop, straightening crooked art; organizing the mess of flimsi behind the reception counter; arranging the various crystals, incense, teas and other merchandise into more attractive displays; and generally setting the shop in order to smooth the inevitable reopening day. Once you finished, you headed toward your flat. 

Before you entered the corridor, though, you sensed a presence. Your spine prickled with awareness. You were being watched. Your heart began to pound as you came to a halt, turning slowly to face the transparisteel shop door. It was dark outside, but in the neon glow of the empty walkway, you saw a figure staring back at you, and suddenly, you knew.

You were at the door before you even realized you’d begun to move. You flipped the lock and wrenched the door open, and then he was on you, his arms wrapping you in a strong embrace as his lips crashed into yours. Boil’s kiss was all-consuming. Your fingers tangled in his hair as his tongue swept into your mouth, drawing a deep, ragged moan from your throat.

His mouth was sweeter than anything you’d ever tasted, and he smelled even better than you remembered. Beneath the coarse wool of his uniform, his body was firm and solid and real and there with you, in your shop, not just in your imagination or your dreams. With fumbling, desperate hands, you unbuttoned his jacket and shoved it back off his shoulders. You reached for his belt and managed to get it unbuckled as he walked you backward into the shop, never breaking away from the kiss, but that was as far as you made it before he picked you up by the waist and set you on the counter.

At last, his lips parted from yours, but only so he could kiss his way ravenously down your jaw and throat, and all the while you clutched his head close to your body, reveling in the feeling of his soft curls beneath your hands; the heat of his lips and tongue on your skin; the cool, glistening trail he left behind. His mouth roamed down your chest until he reached the neckline of your tank top, and he started to tug up the hem of the shirt until he abruptly changed his mind and dropped to his knees before you, yanking off your soft, loose pyjama shorts. 

He let out a hoarse groan as he saw the state of your heated arousal, already dripping with need. He paused, breathing hard as his eyes flicked up to yours in a silent entreaty.

“Yes,” you whispered, spreading your legs further apart to make room for his broad shoulders.

That single syllable was all he needed to hear before his mouth was on you, sucking, kissing, licking, teasing, taking you apart with agonizing precision. He shouldered his way under one of your legs as his hands gripped your thighs tightly enough that you knew there’d be marks the next day, but you didn’t care. 

The only thing that mattered—the only thing that existed in the galaxy—was him. The way his lips moved on your sex; the way his tongue swirled over you, hot and wet and so kriffing good, as though he had dedicated a lifetime to learning all the ways and places you liked to be touched; and when his hand slid up the inside of your thigh to tease your sensitive flesh, you didn’t think at all. You simply reacted. 

A wild cry wrenched from your lips as your fingers twisted in his hair, and your leg tightened around his shoulder, pressing him hard against you. He didn’t pull away, though; instead, his lovely, clever mouth went to work with even more enthusiasm, and within seconds, the pleasure burst through you in a powerful, uncontrollable orgasm.

He whimpered as you came apart in his mouth, eagerly swallowing everything you had to give him. He didn’t stop until your body finally stopped spasming, and you came down slowly from your high. With one final, soft kiss, he pulled away from you and stood, wrapping you securely in his arms as you rested your head against his chest, your uneven breath gradually returning to normal. You slid your hands around his waist and held him close.

 “Hi,” you whispered.

He kissed the top of your head gently. “Hi.”

Later, as the two of you lay tangled in your sheets, you traced your fingers lightly over his bare skin, admiring the way his nipples hardened and the hairs on his chest stood on end in the wake of your caress. His dark, heated eyes watched you from beneath heavy lids. 

“I’m glad you didn’t die,” you murmured, dragging your tongue over his nipple.

He laughed quietly. “Me, too. Would’ve been a shame to miss this.”

You kissed down his ribcage, and he flinched as you hit a ticklish spot.

“Don’t even think about it,” he warned as he saw the spark of mischief in your eyes.

“Or what?” you asked with a wicked smirk. 

Without warning, he flipped you over and pinned you to the mattress. “You think you’re the only one with tricks, darlin’?”

His hand stole down and dipped between your thighs. You were still slick with lube from your previous two rounds, and his finger slipped easily into your body.

“Maker, you’re insatiable,” you murmured. “Mmm, that’s nice.”

He worked you open slowly as he kissed a trail down your sternum, pausing briefly to detour to your nipples, and then continued down your abdomen. When he reached your navel, he flicked his tongue into it, and you nearly levitated off the bed with a shriek.

“Revenge,” he smirked.

“Evil,” you gasped.

“You started it.” He kissed a few more times until he reached your pelvis, and then he shifted to kneel between your thighs.

“I can’t believe you can still get hard after everything we’ve done,” you said, unable to keep the admiration completely out of your voice.

You reached down to stroke his cock languidly. He retrieved the bottle of lube and squeezed another dollop into your palm, shuddering a bit as you worked the cool fluid over him in smooth, twisting strokes.

“Kriff me, you’re good at that,” he groaned, then pulled your hand away. “Ease up, gorgeous, or I’m not gonna last.”

“That doesn’t seem to be a problem for you,” you purred. “Do all clone troopers have this stamina?”

He raised an eyebrow. “You tellin’ me you’ve never been with a clone before?”

You shrugged. 

“In that case,” he grinned. “Nope. I’m the only one. The others are all minute men, probably can’t even go more than three or four times in a night—”

“You know that’s still a lot, right?” you interrupted his patently spurious monologue.

“Is it?” he asked, intrigued. “Natborns really are different, aren’t you?”

You slid your gaze leisurely down his body as he loomed over you. “That a bad thing?”

He eyed you with blatant hunger. “Not at all.”

He lifted your hips off the bed and pressed into you slowly. You let out a shaky breath at the sensation as he stretched you deliciously. 

“Not even a little bit,” he whispered as he began to move. His pace was unhurried at first as he rocked into you, but gradually, he began to thrust harder, faster, as his hands wrapped around your hips and his fingers dug into your skin. “Hottest fuckin’ thing I’ve ever seen.”

Exhausted from the three orgasms he’d already wrung out of you, you didn’t think you’d be able to manage one more, but Boil knew exactly what he was doing, and before long, he had you panting and writhing as your body began to tense and tighten around him. 

“What do you think, love, will you give me one more?” his voice rumbled low in your ear. “I know you can do it.” He kissed your neck lightly, barely touching his tongue to your skin. “Just one more for me?”

“Yeah,” you gasped, your voice breathless and embarrassingly high pitched.

“Louder,” he growled.

“Fuck—Yeah,”  you said, managing to project a little more. “Yeah—YES! FUCK!”’

Your back arched off the bed and your vision splintered into a thousand tiny shards as your orgasm slammed into you. Boil was right behind you, thrusting frantically as your body pulsed around his cock until he spilled, hot and deep inside you. He collapsed on top of you, and as the jagged puffs of your combined breath began to quiet, you gradually became aware of a distant, familiar sound.

It was raining.

When you awoke the next morning, your flat was at a comfortable temperature for the first time in days. You opened your eyes slowly to see Boil gazing at you, his eyes softly illuminated by the sunshine that poured in through your curtains. 

“Good morning,” he murmured, brushing his thumb over your cheek. “You’re adorable when you sleep.”

Please, Maker, tell me he’s not a morning person.

“Only when I sleep?” you asked, your voice hoarse and raspy with disuse.

“Yes,” he replied.

“Rude.”

“You’re stunning when you’re awake.”

You blinked, then looked away quickly to hide your confusion under a veil of snark. “Nice recovery.”

He laughed silently, then rolled over until he was lying on top of you, his waist between your thighs, his head resting on your chest as he pressed a kiss to your sternum. You rested your hand on his head and toyed absently with his hair. He let out a small groan of pleasure, so you began to massage his scalp and neck, tunneling your fingers through his hair and working over him until he whimpered.

“Holy kriff, how does that feel so good?” he mumbled against your chest.

“Have you never had a head massage before?” you asked.

He shook his head. “Don’t stop.”

Obligingly, you continued, until his body lay heavily on yours as though he’d completely melted against you. By that point, you’d been awake long enough that your brain had begun to function, and you had questions.

“Boil?”

“Mmm.”

You swallowed. “What happened?”

He didn’t answer right away, but you could tell by the way tension returned to his body that whatever it was wasn’t good.

“It was a massacre,” he said quietly. “I’ve never seen anything like it. So many…”

He lapsed into silence, and you continued to drag your thumbs lightly up and down the back of his neck. After a moment, he continued.

“After the retreat, they disabled long-range comms. Security reasons, they said.” A bitter note sounded in his voice. “More like they didn’t want anyone to find out how bad they karked up.”

So that’s why he hadn’t commed.

“I—I came straight here,” he said. “As soon as we landed.”

“You did?” you asked softly.

He nodded. “I needed…”

He trailed off, and after a few seconds you suggested, “To cut loose?”

He shook his head. “You.”

Boil had two full weeks of shore leave—the GAR apparently having experienced a rare moment of compassion following the disastrous and brutal Sarrish campaign—and he spent it all in your flat. Unfortunately, with the repair of the weather control relay station came the return of crowds to the Entertainment District, which meant that the shop was busier than ever.

Still, you spent every available moment with him and only threatened to toss him off the landing platform twice. You took him to your favorite charity shop and watched as he poked through the aisles in search of hidden treasure, his eyes alight with wonder.

Despite his grumbling, you noticed that he used the mug you’d bought him every time he drank a cup of caf, and you’d never felt as vindicated in your life as you did the day that you took an early lunch break and caught him lounging in one of your spectacularly gaudy bathrobes. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d laughed so often, or stayed up talking so late, or felt such complete and utter satisfaction as he gave you night after night in the bed that should have been too small for two people and yet somehow felt like the perfect size to share with him.

Your sense of imbalance in the Force persisted, however. You were relieved to find that you were still able to read the leaves for your customers—er—guests, but when you tried to do the same for yourself or for Boil, you encountered the same strange gibberish you’d seen the night he came back to you. You also still had difficulty meditating, though that could have had something to do with Boil’s habit of taking advantage of the opportunity to explore your body with his lips and hands.

One evening, as you rifled through your pantry cabinet in search of something more substantial than pastry to eat for dinner, you found the small tin of tea he’d brought you all those months ago. You gazed at it for a moment, then set it aside, an idea forming in your mind.

Later that night, as  you lay in his arms, his fingertips drew patterns across your bare skin in the darkness, and you broached the subject tentatively. “Boil?”

“Hmm?” His voice was vague and sleepy.

“Do you remember that time when you told me you wished you could talk to Waxer one more time?”

His fingers froze, and the steady rise and fall of his chest beneath your cheek halted abruptly. 

“Yes,” he said quietly.

You took a deep breath. “What would you think if I told you there was a way?”

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[tardytothesimspardy]

Wasting Time

Don't worry Mary Lu, you're not going to get his shoulders by running on the treadmill

At this point, the Brokes are all moved in together, and I was just waiting on Pumpkin, Ruby's cat, to die of old age, since it was just a matter of days before she did.

In this time, Trigger managed to create a friend group of like-minded Sims to do teenage shenanigans with, which I was happy about.

Some of them acted less like they knew who Trigger was, and more like they saw a flyer reading "I want friends pls. Call number (###) ### ####", and wanted to see who would be so sad as to actual put something like that up.

For the most part, they all seem to get along well.

I would list their names but I genuinely do not remember whose name goes to who. I think there's Susan, Addylyn(?), Waylon, Jace? or some other J name, and then something else. Idk.

Outside of this, apparently now there are consequences for Vlad showing up unannounced to houses: Sims can get fears from it! And Skip just happened to be one of those Sims. Late at night, Skip woke with a start, absolutely terrified out of his mind. There wasn't a monster under his bed, there was a monster outside his house!! He raced over to Flo and babbled incoherently for a good 30 minutes before Flo was able to walk Skip back to his room and help him calm down.

Skip is now afraid of the dark, so he is sure to go to bed early so that he never has to think about it. (He thinks about it constantly, he is so scared)

As I mentioned in the beginning of this post, I was just waiting for Pumpkin to die. I was counting down the days, and all this death reminded me of another death: the untimely demise of Ali Warren. So I had Flo max out her gourmet cooking skill so she could make ambrosia to bring Ali back. She was cooking for hours, and now the fridge is stuffed to the brim with very fancy foods.

Finally though, she maxed it out, and got the potion of youth, the death flower, and the angelfish, and slapped down a plate of ambrosia. She invited Ali over, Ali ate it, and now she's not dead.

So then I went into manage households, put Ali back with Shawna and Demi, and somehow, in that tiny little blink of time, Pumpkin died. So I don't have screenshots or anything, just a bunch of depressed Sims.

And seeing as the Broke family are now where I wanted them to be, it's time to move onto the Newbie's and the Simovitch's.

[fangedpeace-a]

Pale fingers dancing gently, carefully, around the 𝐃𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 rose that he was wary to touch. His eyes were looking underneath it, behind it and around the bush that was swarmed with viciously sharp thorns. He could feel the air breeze onto the back of his neck, like a calm hand on his shoulder urging him to keep trying.

He’d been out in courtyard of his fathers castle, spacing himself from the death and emptiness of his home. His family were 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 and he couldn’t bare to shield himself from the screams anymore. The halls were echoing with every little sound, like they were trying to make their way to his chambers and mock him for holding his hands over his ears. But the garden, the garden had always made him feel safe.

The flower he’d been trying to pick  ( trying to weed it out from the rest )  had been in the worst possible spot. No matter how careful he was, slowly weaving his hand in and around all the 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐒, the back of his hand was riddled in small, dark, pulsing cuts. He didn’t know why he was so focused on it, why he needed it gone, free. But the hurricane of doubt and taunting was storming down in his mind. He needed to distract himself, he needed this flower. But every time he moved his fingers, he was pulling them back out with a hiss and 𝐏𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐂 flurrying inside of him.

@faeblcssed​   /   liked this for a starter !

[justapurrcat]

anastasia au with Tom as dimitri? 👀

Tom + one of my absolute favourite films/musicals ever (the title of my blog kinda gives it away, huh?) + my no.1 dream role??? I’ll have you know that you just opened a Pandora Box... no seriously, I could go on and on for literal hours about this.

Dimitri was probably my first crush EVER. And have you seen Derek Klena in the Broadway musical??? 👀👀👀

And the fact that Tom has a musical background... sir, would you just audition for the role already???

A dashing, sassy con-man with perfect hair who acts all tough but secretly has a heart of gold??? Oh yes, sign me up.

Picture him eyeing you up and being very impressed by the resemblance...

... yeah, just like that 😏😏😏

Anya!reader having a cat and Tom whining "I’m allergic to cats!!!" (because I am a cat-lady and I don’t have the heart to make him say that he’s allergic to dogs 🥺) like the big man-child he is when she refuses to leave them behind;

Tom in a snow field with snowflakes in his hair and red cheeks and a red nose bc of the cold (he would be so adorable!!!)

The banter??? 10/10. "I don’t like being contradicted!" "That makes two of us!" / "This one, Vlad? I get it, there’s a vague resemblance, but... oh. Oh." "Why are you circling me? Were you a volture in another life?!" / "I’ve seen longshoremen more graceful than you." "Says the one who just walked into a mirror."

The princess training??? "Keep your posture!" "Where did you learn that?" "... I didn’t teach her... She’s a natural!" "Is that how you drink tea?" "Now elbows in and sit up straight!""Your hand receives a kiss..." 🥰;

Dance practice with Tom...

Bonus: "Where did you learn to dance like that?" "Wouldn’t you like to know, darling..." yes, I had to put the "darling" in this somehow;

🎶("I never should’ve let them... daaaaaance...")🎶;

Paris. With. Tom. *enter THE video he posted, you know the one I’m talking about 😏*

But then it ends on a kinda sad note because... "Paris holds the key to her past / Yes, Princess, I've found you / At last. / No more pretend / You'll be gone, / That's the end..." *pterodactyl screech*

Him breaking into Anya!reader’s room in the middle of the night because he heard her screams and he’s READY TO FIGHT TO PROTECT HER and then he stays with her to calm her down after her nightmare;

... and then they talk, and he understands she is Anastasia and that makes him realize he’s been in love with her since he first saw her when they were kids and right as he’s about to kiss her he steps back and kneels before her (literally copied this from the musical version and I don’t regret it bc it’s probably my favourite scene)

Also, him saying "Your Imperial Highness" with that wonderful voice/accent of his???

And Anya!reader playing it cool, but secretly dying inside, like "... but I wanted to make-out..."

The staircase scene SHUT UP!!! Reader all dolled up and him staring at her like... "Uhm... yes... hello... pls, would you kindly husband me up? Right now, if possible?";

Watching ballet together and him holding Anya!reader’s hand because she’s terrified of meeting the Dowager Empress 🥺;

The fight, the separation, but then he comes back to her, and then they run away together AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH 🥺😍

OMG I WANT TO WRITE THIS PLS HELP ME

Whoever sent this, I love you 💜

[incorrect-ikevamp-quotes]

im not very sure if you're doing abcs for the trio but if u do could u pls maybe do C N O and S for vlad? <3

No worries! I don't see why not, my knowledge is just a little more limited for them is all~

Hope you enjoy these, lovely! ❤️❤️❤️❤️

Aight y’all it’s time for me to put on my clown shoes as god intended

Though man, what a delightfully rainy day today to write =v=

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Cuddling -- How does he like to cuddle?

He is a simple man, with simple needs.

That being said, I think he’s one for a lot of gentle affection. Despite appearances–I mean hell, he literally wears a necklace of thorns–he’s actually a very tender lover. Loves hand-holding, scooting close under umbrellas, making shapes out of the little beauty marks that dot her skin. He will take any excuse to hold her and run with it.

Ideally, I think he prefers privacy above all else, most typically in his room in the castle. This side of him, so soft with his love for her, belongs to her and her alone. He refuses to let anyone else kill his immersion the moment (cue Charles dragging Faust away from doing something disruptive and stupid), or indulge in the sight of her so rosy-cheeked and loving. Loves dropping little kisses to the crown of her head, her shoulders, the backs of her hands. He’s waited so many long years to be able to hold her close like this, to feel the heat of her blush and the tinkle of sweet giggles when he nips and pecks at her pretty skin. All of this, every single second, is beyond value to him…he cherishes each memory close to his heart, crystallized fragments of joy in a life so bereft of it.

His favorite position for cuddling tends to be a kind of side lean. Usually she’ll be lying down (or turned towards him, sometimes) while he’s on his side beside her (usually against a wall or the back of a sofa). He loves that he can gaze at her as much as he likes this way, he really can’t get enough. The person he was searching for all this time, right here, no sign of leaving…

Nightmare -- What is his worst fear?

Oh boyo boy. Oh boy...

Honestly, I really don’t see anything horrifying him as much as losing MC. I don’t think he’s a man above fear. He hates being abandoned, he’s afraid of the world being torn apart by humanity’s indifference.

But nothing compares to the shattering fear of losing MC.

I think he has a very particular intense fear about losing loved ones because of the nature of his life history. He is still deeply affected by his entire clan being wiped out by hunters, leaving him alone to carry the weight of that legacy and loss. While he couldn’t help but give his heart to the woman who saved him, the reality of his terror is undeniable. After so many centuries of searching, after so many years of feeling hollow and alone…Even now, he has never come to terms with the way his family was ripped away from him. To know the gentleness of love again, to finally have a hand to hold only to lose it…

Well, I really can’t imagine the terrifying result of that. I imagine he would be far beyond reason.

Whenever he has bad dreams of the very same fear, he is nigh inconsolable. He holds her very tightly without saying a word (which is unlike him) and she'll know not to let him go for a while. She murmurs calming things, promises of things they'll do together in the future, strokes his hair and rubs his back. They only leave the bed when he's feeling somewhat stabilized again, but even so he'll hold her hand for longer than usual days after. Embraces her more, finds any excuse to hide away.

Oddity -- What is one quirk he has?

I think one part of him that is overlooked is that he is a man very interested in the nature of contradiction, the duality that resides in all things–himself included. Some parts of his preoccupation are more obvious than others. For instance, he loves flowers due to the nature of their ephemeral beauty, but also enjoys trying to preserve them to let their appeal survive. There’s also the fact that flowers can look or smell lovely, but can harbor poisons strong enough to kill grown human beings. (Not unlike him.)

He is a vampire in which the front-end of his operations is a cathedral, and I imagine that was a purposeful move as well. There are so many angles to consider here, namely two obvious ones that come to mind. There is the non-threatening concept of the cathedral: in which people assume it is a safe haven, a place to seek care/assistance/prayer (not entirely so in this case, even if Faust plays priest.) There’s the possibility that vampire hunters are typically supplied by/supported by the church (not sure if this is the case here, but it is a common trope). That would mean Vlad would be using the face of the very human institution that ruined his life to enact revenge, to say nothing of the potential risk of hunters seeking sanctuary only to run into a den of vampires.

There is also wondering whether or not he purposely wears that necklace of thorns ;;;;; (For anyone unaware, there was the whole Jesus wearing a crown of thorns specifically as an extension of humiliation, branding him the “fake king" of the Jewish people.) My contention here would be that he is basically saying “lmao, I’m your suffering saint now.” Or maybe he’s just really into masochistic jewelry, I have no idea.

He appears to have a kind of obsession with subverting norms/conventional expectations, and I have to wonder if it runs with his general underdog theme…

Secrets -- How open is he with her?

Despite his generally guarded nature, with MC he is entirely transparent when they’re in a relationship. Unless he doesn’t want to scare her or simply feels something would be best shared at a later time, he makes no real attempt to hide anything from her. If she asks and he knows the answer, he’ll spill.

(Okay but sometimes it gets hilarious, because say Faust has been trying for years to get info out of him about some stupidly specific thing. And Vlad is always very evasive, dances out of reach, plain ignores him. MC asks and he’s just like “oh yeah, in 1582 I remember–” It’s a wonder Faust never throws hands about it, pisses him off so much LMFAO)

Before their relationship was established he hesitated more, largely because the nature of his existence and his ties to her were a lot to take in at the time. I think he prefers not to overwhelm her whenever possible. It’s very much a kind of “I won’t info drop on you thoughtlessly, but if you ask me a question I’ll do my best to answer with the truth.”

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𝘽𝙉𝙃𝘼 𝙃𝙀𝘼𝘿𝘾𝘼𝙉𝙊𝙉 >> CLASS 1-B. || Fem!s/o

𝘾𝙃𝘼𝙍𝘼𝘾𝙏𝙀𝙍𝙎 𝙄𝙉𝘾𝙇𝙐𝘿𝙀𝘿: neito monoma, itsuka kendo, sen kaibara, ibara shiozaki, tetsutetsu tetsutetsu, reiko yanagi, setsuna tokage

𝙒𝘼𝙍𝙉𝙄𝙉𝙂 (𝙎) : n/a [?]

-Neito Monoma

!! 🧺 | he’s actually very sweet, just a bit playful with you

!! 🧺 | he cracks joke just to make you laugh because your smile means EVERYTHING to him

!! 🧺 | i’m pretty sure he’s a nerd at color theory and would ALWAYS point out how beautiful your eyes are. even if it has a darker shade, he just knows that it’s a beautiful color that he loves so much

!! 🧺 | he doesn’t let other people touch his bunnies besides kendo, you may also be the exception

!! 🧺 | overly dramatic because he knows you can’t possibly, truly handle his bullshit

!! 🧺 | his teenager crush on you is so adorable, because he’s always in denial. or refuses to admit he have a crush on you

!! 🧺 | seeing that you’re not comparing him to a villain because of his quirk, wether it’s a joke or not. you automatically gain a part of his trust and respect. deadass

!! 🧺 | he bullies people for a reason, and you better deal with that

!! 🧺 | very argumentative, trying to fight with him with controversial topics is useless

!! 🧺 | LET. HIM. TOUCH. YO. HAIR………. pls

!! 🧺 | even if he tries, he can’t keep up late at night. HE WILL fall asleep, so sometimes you’ll be left on read accidentally-

!! 🧺 | when texting… he’s a total different person omg

!! 🧺 | no because if your seat is next to his, he will pass you the answers for the math exam.. (don’t lie, i know you’re a total dogshit at this subject. )

!! 🧺 | he’s a real big fan of Vlad king so you better be prepared seeing some of his merch in his closet

!! 🧺 | seeing you in his clothes makes him feel weird. he’ll try to make fun of you but he’s just really flustered to look at cha’ i swear

!! 🧺 | it’s rare to see him swear, so when he do so.. dear god..

!! 🧺 | HE DOESN’T GIVE A FUCK ABOUT YOUR BODY SHAPE, SIZE OR WHATEVER, HE LOVES YOU THE WAY YOU ARE AND HE WILL REMIND YOU THAT

!! 🧺 | “you love me o’ sooo much it makes you look stupid.”

!! 🧺 | “don’t tell kendo about this, but i like you. for real.”

!! 🧺 | pronouns first with this man, pronouns = priority, pronouns respected. period.

!! 🧺 | he would be such a simp for you..

!! 🧺 | not obsessive or possesive, per se just jealous in a healthy way

!! 🧺 | “i’m literally a low quality version of bakugo.”

!! 🧺 | THEATRICAL, AS FUCK.

-Itsuka Kendo

!! 🧸 | SHE’S LITERALLY A SWEET HEART *SOBS SOBS*

!! 🧸 | she acts like your big sister sometimes.

!! 🧸 | she’s so shy and intimidated when she gets to date you bro..

!! 🧸 | your hero name? your hero costume? gives no shit, she find everything about you AMAZING.

!! 🧸 | you’re the little spoon, don’t prove me wrong, you’re the little spoon

!! 🧸 | she finds you so cute (especially if you have chubby cheeks, cause like uuuUhhh…)

!! 🧸 | she dresses you up when ya’ll get a girl days

!! 🧸 | she doesn’t know how to cook, depending on your cooking skills; either you get to cook or ya’ll order sum shit idk

!! 🧸 | she have a whole romantic cottagecore playlist dedicated for you whenever she thinks about you i swear.

!! 🧸 | you participates in her activity of : “knocking-down-neito-whenever-hes-been-an-ass”

!! 🧸 | can’t even afford to scold you the first time ya’ll meet, you’re so beautiful *sob sob*

!! 🧸 | if you’re in a social group space, you’re her favourite person, ya’ll are the duo of the friend group

!! 🧸 | “can’t sleep? that’s okay me too.”

!! 🧸 | picky, very picky eater. ya’ll may have trouble ordering something.

!! 🧸 | you’re the ticklish person, she’s the tickler. if you’re not, she’ll helplessly try to tickle you..-

!! 🧸 | “SPIDER, SPIDER!!”

!! 🧸 | your luck booster, i stg

!! 🧸 | she likes seeing you with fake cat ears, you look so adorable in her perspective

!! 🧸 | “LET’S WATCH A DISNEY MOVIE!!”

!! 🧸 | fast typer when texting.

!! 🧸 | you’re her angel, you are.

!! 🧸 | wants to be a make-up artist somedays.. so you better be ready and prepare to be a mannequin.

!! 🧸 | “you’re so weird *faces you* you’re so weird.”

!! 🧸 | 256 HOURS LONG OF TALK AND CHATS WHEN SHE ENCOUNTERS A LONG TIME FRIEND AT THE MALL

!! 🧸 | she wants to be a princess, your princess

!! 🧸 | SAY THAT YOU LOVE HER HAIR AND SHE WILL FLUSH

!! 🧸 | “why are you so pretty 🥺’

!! 🧸 | cottagecore lesbians :)

!! 🧸 | holding your hands + kisses + pecks on the lips, physical affection <<<<<<<<

!! 🧸 | gives you her stuffies, trust me she have LOADS of stuffies

!! 🧸 | BLUSHES SO HARD WHEN YOU WEAR HER CLOTHES

Sen Kaibara

!! 📢 | you don’t understand, the amount of love he holds for you is HUGE!

!! 📢 | fairly confident when he’s fighting by your side, you give him confidence..

!! 📢 | bad habits to compare your beauty with his

!! 📢 | trying to make him blush? oh honey, you don’t have to try once you have a relationship with him..

!! 📢 | his smile <<<<<<<<<<<<<

!! 📢 | usually quiet but tends to be talkative ONLY to you

!! 📢 | his heart beats faster and faster when you get close to him, but his face says 😐

!! 📢 | “kiss me already, dummy”

!! 📢 | really likes anime actually, ya’ll watch animes or read mangas sometimes :)

!! 📢 | *strokes strokes, scrubs scrubs your hair gently*

!! 📢 | thinks you look so cute in his clothes but doesn’t mention it

!! 📢 | secretly tries to get one of the things you crave for (an item, celebrity’s autograph idk sum shit)

!! 📢 | mockery against you? not on his watch.

!! 📢 | his love language is physical touch *sobs sobs*

!! 📢 | rubs your hand gently to calm you down when you feel anxious

!! 📢 | old times french love songs of edith piaf is his jam..

!! 📢 | hopeless romantic :c

!! 📢 | insecure? not on his watch,

!! 📢 | gives you his juice box to you and only to you

!! 📢 | you’re his first kiss

!! 📢 | BEST HUG GIVER

!! 📢 | the type to put your hair behind your ears

!! 📢 | “you’re my everything..”

!! 📢 | KISSES YOUR CHEEKS INTENSIVELY

!! 📢 | loves to feel euphoric, you make him euphoric

!! 📢 | you get the blower during summer lmao

!! 📢 | buys you loads of icecreams during summer

!! 📢 | go to the heater side during winter, right now, right here.

!! 📢 | everything you ask somethinh, he’ll answer instantly

!! 📢 | want something? dont worry, sen gotchu’

!! 📢 | SIMP

!! 📢 | wants to be someone truly meaningful to you

!! 📢 | you make him feel special for doing literally nothing

!! 📢 | he loves you, so so much.

Ibara Shiozaki

!! 🌱| literally the momo yaoyorazu of class 1-b but more theatrical

!! 🌱| you kinda just already knew that she have a preference for girls

!! 🌱| “mo- mother nature? what kind of silly things are you spouting out of that mouth of yours…”

!! 🌱| you are literally babied by her

!! 🌱| good baker and easily make your favorite dish/dessert

!! 🌱| you’re her top priority, and she carefully pays attention to you. deadass, she’s the type to wipe your mouth with her favorite tissue while she’s talking about a serious matter with her teamates bro

!! 🌱| she’s such a nerd in the rom-com industry, and gets pretty shy when you proceed to do something that is similar to a scene about one of her few rom-com movies. (ex: kadebon)

!! 🌱| she laughs so easily..

!! 🌱| “you’re so precious.”

!! 🌱| she showed all the symptoms of “crushing” back then, and you already knew that.

!! 🌱| everytime you hype her up, she smiles widely

!! 🌱| she’s so gift giving, she can’t leave you without giving you a gift first

!! 🌱| all the gifts you gave her stays safe and sound in her room

!! 🌱| “i might never be your hero, but i’ll be the winner of your heart.”

!! 🌱| she wants you to wear her clothes so ya’ll can match :)

!! 🌱| she’s quite wealthy, so she buys you some expensive gifts that reminds her of you

!! 🌱| always wrap her arms around you everywhere

!! 🌱| teases you but a lot

!! 🌱| she likes to do gardening stuff with you

!! 🌱| full knowledge on plants, every flowers she offers you was because of a characteristic that reminds her of you

!! 🌱| her efforts to be committed in your relationship is so visible

!! 🌱| always slips a little ‘I love you” everydays

!! 🌱| your love, affection and attention is enough to repay her for her consistent efforts.

!! 🌱| gets easily jealous but tries to hide it, but you obviously can tell due to her uncontrollable blush

!! 🌱| as she is so gift giving, you’ll try to argue with her saying she doesn’t need to give her this much gifts

!! 🌱| she gets overwhelmed when you make out of an exam/mission

!! 🌱| loves to give you a head massage while reading a book

!! 🌱| come and stargaze with her >:|

!! 🌱| kisses the back of your hand

!! 🌱| show you off when she have the chance to

!! 🌱| compared to what you may have assumed, she puts a lot of trust in her words when showin’ you off.

!! 🌱| “everyday and everynight, you make me happy just by thinking of your silly little face.”

!! 🌱| HELPS YOU WITH HOMEWORK

!! 🌱| SLEEPOVERS!!

!! 🌱| she felt insecure about her hair, so the fact that you had he audacity to pet her head made her fall inlove with you.

!! 🌱| gets genuinely confused when you laugh at her dramatic behavior

!! 🌱| her humor is kinda bad, so she may laugh at the stupidest thing ever

Tetsutetsu Tetsutetsu

!! 🦈| oh boy, everything would be so wild with him

!! 🦈| you cannot leave the room without giving him a hug first

!! 🦈| awkward, like really

!! 🦈| “you’re the most coolest— beautifulest—…uuh.. person!”

!! 🦈| doesn’t academically succeed a lot, but puts a lot of efforts in his works. every praises you give him makes him smile

!! 🦈| makes you laugh without him knowing

!! 🦈| please, he probably starts to laugh when you start talking too fast because he doesn’t understand-

!! 🦈| in summer, he turns his arms into steel so you can grip against it (since steel is usually cold)

!! 🦈| probably have adhd

!! 🦈| loves to caress your cheeks

!! 🦈| sometimes kisses your little fingers for fun

!! 🦈| buddies to lover trope :D

!! 🦈| uses kaomoji than emojis

!! 🦈| his favorite song is teenage dirtbag

!! 🦈| he requires a good listener as his s/o, because he is a very talkative person and bring numerous topics and persons at the same time when talking to him

!! 🦈| “you’re extra-beautiful..”

!! 🦈| offers a fish related plushie

!! 🦈| shows off his abs for you

!! 🦈| two dumb hoes doing shit trope

!! 🦈| “you kinda remind me of an otter..?

!! 🦈| “wanna be a teenage dirtbag with me?”

!! 🦈| he calls you the popular girl of the school for a reason.. 😭

!! 🦈| calls you tetsutetsu junior when you wear his clothes

!! 🦈| openly admit that ya’ll are in a relationship to everyone

!! 🦈| is actually ticklish himself-

!! 🦈| loves to kiss your forehead

!! 🦈| loves to point out how cute you are

!! 🦈| definitely introduces you to fatgum and kirishima

!! 🦈| he can’t really came up with a petname.. so he’ll give you stupid ones

!! 🦈| as you can tell, he’s clearly not experienced but he tries, for you :)

!! 🦈| okay but power couple

!! 🦈| “if you steal the blankets, i am about to put my cold feets on you.”

!! 🦈| gets out of hands when he’s too excited

!! 🦈| gives you back hugs when you’re not feeling well

!! 🦈| best caregiver 🥺

!! 🦈| adores you

!! 🦈| play games with you :)

!! 🦈| sends you stupid note under the door whenever you’re taking a shit-

Reiko Yanagi

!! 👻|| you managed to get on her soft side when you told her that she wasn’t weird in any ways

!! 👻|| very quiet and patient with you

!! 👻|| really doesn’t wish to disturb or scare you, but she can’t let go of you — you were so nice

!! 👻|| when you tease her.. she’s a blushing mess

!! 👻|| you’re the only person she hangs most of her time with

!! 👻||she thinks that you’re so, so cool.

!! 👻|| doesn’t know how to react to all of your compliments, just knows how to cuddle

!! 👻|| she makes you listen to her favorite genre of music

!! 👻|| she tries her best to make your relationship with her dynamic as possible!

!! 👻|| with that say, praising is one of her top quality

!! 👻|| as much as she doesn’t know how to handle your praise, she can slap you back with her

!! 👻||”hey.. how abour we kiss? uh- um.. if- if you want to.”

!! 👻|| is actually a good kisser-

!! 👻|| her only way to calm you down was to kiss you when you get overwhelmed

!! 👻|| reiko is a really good listener and would literally listen to your 5 hours long story as she stare at you the whole time

!! 👻|| when you mention that her bags were really cool… good job bro, now she loves you

!! 👻|| SHE’S SO CLINGY, LIKE REALLY CLINGY

!! 👻|| unexpectedly good in video games

!! 👻|| “w-whoa.. i didn’t expected you to wear my clothes..you look adorable..”

!! 👻|| gets truly passionate when talking about paranormal facts

!! 👻|| she loves to play with the strands of your hair

!! 👻|| quality time <<<<<<<<

!! 👻|| would always remind you how beautiful you are

!! 👻|| once you have her sweater wrapped around your body, it’s officially yours now because she says so

!! 👻|| soft spokesperson with you bro..

!! 👻|| seems more confident when texting

!! 👻|| she loves taking pictures of you

!! 👻|| she probably wanted to make you visit the beach during the sunset

!! 👻|| she’s so proud of you..

!! 👻|| “oh, you deserve all of the praises of the world.”

!! 👻|| can’t even look at you in the eyes,, you’re so CUTE!!

!! 👻|| never leave you alone, never will or would

!! 👻|| always grips on your shirt so that you don’t get to be lost in a mission

!! 👻|| regularly checks up on you

!! 👻|| gives you LOADS of snacks during lunch

Setsuna Tokage

!! 🐊| COMMITTED IN THE RELATIONSHIP

!! 🐊| literally takes you out everywhere on ya’ll date

!! 🐊| don’t be shy, skateboard with her

!! 🐊| literally asks to be partnered up with you during the sport festivals

!! 🐊| will do everything for you

!! 🐊| have a reptile pet, you’re the only person knowing about that

!! 🐊| CHERISH YOU UNTIL SHE DIES

!! 🐊| “my sweet sweet pumpkin pie!”

!! 🐊| “let me kiss you until you can’t handle me anymore, darling.”

!! 🐊| she loves snuggling to your neck and leave soft kisses

!! 🐊| eyes contact is important

!! 🐊| you’re her favourite person

!! 🐊| ya’ll be ruining your sleep schedule for each other

!! 🐊| you guys always wear something that matches with the other (a hat, item, shirt.. etc.)

!! 🐊| setsuna announces her relationship with you to the class as if she proposed to you in a mariage

aight ya’ll, bye!

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I need you ~ Dracula x Reader Modern AU!

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Anonymous asked: Could I get a au! modern! Dracula (castlevania ) x reader pls?? 🥺👉👈Maybe where like reader and Dracula get into a huge fight n he says something hurtful and reader gets in their car and goes to maybe like one of their family members graves or something and asks for some divine intervention and it's raining n cold and dracula eventually finds them and feels bad and they're shivering from the rain and they keep apologizing to him and he takes them home n warms them up or something ?

Hello there! I love this request! I haven’t gotten a Modern AU request before, so I’m really excited to see what I come up with. I already have ideas running through my head, lol. Anywho, I hope you like it, Anon. 

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To be honest, he didn’t even know what the argument was about. 

“Why don’t you ever help out around the house?!” Vlad shouted. You stared at him, anger and tears in your eyes. 

“I do help out! More than you do! You go out drinking with your friends all the time and I’m left here taking care of Adrian and Hector!” You shouted. //I really want to imagine that Dracula and Reader adopted Hector. I hope that’s alright.// Said teens were out at their respective friends houses. And a good thing to. Hector and Adrian shouldn’t have to be put through his adoptive parents fighting. 

“I do not always go out drinking! And I can perfectly raise them by myself! Without your help!” He shouted without thinking. You gave him a sad smile. 

“Alright. If you can raise them by yourself without my help, then go right ahead.” You said. You opened the door and stormed out. 

He knew he screwed up when you hadn’t returned. It had been an hour and it had started to rain. In truth, he did need your help. You were the only one who could calm Hector down when he had nightmares about his past. You were the only one who could comfort Adrian when he cried for his real mother, Lisa, who had died when Adrian was a child. Vlad had to find you. He had to. He quickly got on a coat and grabbed his car keys. He raced out. He noticed that your car was still there. ‘Damn. They’re out in this weather.’ He thought. He got into his own car and drove off. 

You knelt before the grave of your Grandmother. 

“Grandmother, I need your advice. Vlad doesn’t think that he needs my help, raising his sons,” finally, the tears started to fall. “I-I don’t know what to do. P-please. I need your help.” You started crying. The cold from the wind and the rain seeped into you. You started shaking. You wanted to get up, but your body wouldn’t comply. Footsteps approached. 

“My love.” The familiar voice that you loved so much cut through the rain pounding on the headstones around you. You turned your head and saw the man you grew to love standing there. 

“V-Vlad,” you stuttered out, still shaking. He quickly walked over and scooped you up in his arms. You kept crying. “I-I’m so sorry. I-I shouldn’t have walked out. I-I’m sorry.” You kept muttering “I’m sorry” as he walked to his car, which was still running with the heater going. Vlad gently set you down in the passenger seat while he made his way around to the driver’s seat. You kept crying. Vlad reached over and started to gently stroke your soaked hair. 

When you got back home, Vlad helped you out of your clothes and into a drawn bath. The warm water felt good against your chilled skin. You had stopped crying by now. You looked at your husband. 

“I’m sorry I walked out.” You said. Vlad shook his head and stroked your wet hair, no long soaked with rain water, but washed with bath water and soap. 

“None of that now, My Love,” he said. “I should be the one to apologize. I should not have yelled at you. I do need your help. You are the only one who can calm Hector when he has his nightmares about his past. You are the only one who can comfort Adrian when he cries for Lisa. You are the one who makes me feel loved,” He said. He looked you in the eyes. “In truth, I need you.” He said. You smiled and gently cupped his cheek. 

“Thank you for telling me that.” You said. The front door opening caught your attention. The familiar figures of your step son and your adopted son came into view. 

“Mother, Father, is everything alright?” Adrian asked. You smiled at your step son. 

“Everything is just fine, Adrian.” You said, smiling. Vlad smiled at his sons. 

“Why don’t you both go choose a movie. We’re going to have a family movie night.” He said. The two teens smiled at their father and walked out of the room. You looked at Vlad. 

“Vlad,” he looked at you. “In truth, I need you as well. I couldn’t make it without you.” You said. Vlad leaned over and captured your lips in a gentle kiss. 

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//I hope you like this, Anon. If not, I’m more than willing to rewrite it.  😁😁//

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Imagine felix cheating on you and he witness the accident that caused your life part one

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Ps : Imagine u look like ava max !

Summary : After y/n finds her mate felix in bed with Corin she runs away and he tries to catch up to her with the rest of the guards behind him as she speeds in the highway at night . Y/n comes face to face with another car and y/n's car fly's into the air and the other car smashed right into her causing a huge fire to break out . Felix falls to his knees in disbelief what his actions had cause his own mate's death . Little does he know that vladimir actually got her off the car before it crashed but something pulled him towards her so he decided to change her and three days she ends up waking up to a new look and new faces and discovers her true powers and decides to not go back to felix . She then starts a relationship with vladimir and ths time comes where the romanian coven hears about the supposed immortal child the cullen's had created and they face off in breaking dawn . Felix then notices y/n wrapped around someone else's arms and he can't help it but feel anger and he dashes to kill vladimir but y/n helps vlad and so does stefan and the cullen's pull us away from the fight . Felix then wants answers and y/n gives it to him and he tries to get her back but she has become the baddest bitch , will she accept him back ?

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I was coming back from a car purchase when i was excited to see felix again ! It had been hours since i last seen him ! As i was walking down the halls i hared moans coming from my bedroom ... Our bedroom ! I opened the door and i was broken at my sight . Corin on top of felix and i just was so broken and mad that i slammed the door and that caught there attention . Felix then realized it was me when he hared the heartbeat and he got up and got dressed fast and started running towards me when i was reaching for the handle to my new car he wrapped his arms around me and i was so fed up that i turned around and punched him in the face . He was shocked he never witness his mate hutt him so i kicked him in the nuts and he fell on the floor and the guards rushed to see what had happened . I was mad that i got in my car and i sped up and i left all of them there . I started bawling my eyes out as i listen to sad music after thirty minutes i noticed there was a car behind me not just any car it was the car of Alec and i noticed it was all four guards si i speed up . Felix tried calling my phone and so did everyone telling me to pull over or to not speed so much in the highway. I gave them the middle finger out the window and threw my phone and they saw it , i speed faster and faster and faster . I was unable to see the car swerving infront of me and all i did was try to get out but i was no match for the drunk man ... My car fly up in the air twirling in the air and then it fell and then it smashed right inti me and it created a big fire that caused many drivers to pull over and call 911 .

What really happen

I saw the car speeding and i tried my hardest to break out if my death sentence but i was no match for the drunk driver . Suddenly my door flew open and the person was quick to take off my belt and speed away before the accident happened . We were in the woods with my eyes slightly opened and i saw my car blow up.in flames and people rushing to see if i was alright . In the distance i saw the guards mouth drop and they stopped felix rescuing me knowing he would only end up as well . I then closed my eyes but i knew a vampire had saved me i just wondered why and who could it be . Was he gonna make me his dessert ?

Then .... Blackness filled my mind

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Felix's POV

I tried calling my mate but she would not reply , alec and jane tried calming me down but then she gave us the middle finger and threw her phone at us . Demetri chuckled but then i growled at him and he apologized . We started getting worried when y/n speed ten times faster than before and the tension was high , we then saw a car serving around y/n and my heart dropped to my stomach ... I saw how desperately my mate tried to get herself out of the death sentence coming her way but it was no match ... Alec then slammed on the breaks and we witnessed how my mates car flew in the air and catched on fire ... Jane yelled " Watch out !!! " and alec yelled " Shit ! " and demetri yelled " Goddamn it ! " and as soon as i saw the flamed and humans calling 911 i tried to save my mate but they hold me back . my mate was gone ... I killed her ... Her last moments were her witnessing such action of mine and i immediately regretted it all . i fell to the floor dry sobbing at my actions and my loss .

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Vladimir's POV

I was hunting until i felt a strong urge to follow a scent and so i did , it led me to a car speeding full speed and then i.saw a drunk driver and i jumped in action knowing what would be the outcome . I carried her back into my arms and i noticed how beautiful she was , she was crying ... But why ? I then noticed that her time was running out so i ran as fast as i could to save her and i saw how her car blew into huge flames i was glad i was on time to save her then i noticed she blanked out so i knew what i had to do ...

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[snowe-zolynn-rogers]

The BNHA Group Chat Fic Nobody Asked For

Pairings: Todoroki Touya (Dabi)/Mr Compress (Sako Atsuhiro), Shimura Tenko (Shigaraki Tomura)/Chisaki Kai (Overhaul)/Kurono Hari (Chrono), Yamada Hizashi (Present Mic)/Aizawa Shouta (Eraserhead)/Shirakumo Oboro (Loud Cloud), Fukukado Emi (Ms. Joke)/Kayama Nemuri (Midnight), Bakugo Katsuki/Kaminari  Denki/Kirishima Eijiro, Iida Tenya/Monoma Neito/ Aoyama Yuuga

Word Count: 1,166 Words

Summary: Girls day out, Todoroki's plan, Mineta gets expelled, and Hitoshi gets hurt.

Warnings: Abduction Mention, Kidnapping Mention, Stealing Mention, Theft Mention, Cursing, Caps, Injury Mention, Half Blind Character, Deaf Characters, Mostly Mute Character (due to a different medical issue), Selectively Mute Character, let me know if I should add anything else.

Usernames: We Are Number One™ Aizawa: Dadzawa, Aoyama: immafiringmahlaser, Ashido: princessbubblegumknockoff, Asui: Galvan, Iida: Emergency Exit, Uraraka: 9.8, Ojiro: tailfloof, Kaminari: Pichu, Kirishima: baby shark, Koda: youredoingamazingsweetie, Sato: GuyFieriIsGod, Shoji: Cthulhu, Jirou: Jack Skellington, Sero: Spider-Man, Tokoyami: EdgarAllanCrows, Todoroki: WHERE?, Hagakure: cena, Bakugo: WHAT?, Midoriya: SmolMight, Mineta: Mineta, Shinsou: exhausted, Yaoyorozu: TheGreatCreator, Kurono: stopwatch, Chisaki: donthugmeimscared, Yukimura: choticgaydisaster, Bubaigawara: shadowclonejutsu, Shimura: idontfeelsogood, Awase: illrememberyouallintherapy, Kaibara: IDOWHATIWANT, Kamakiri: scyther, Kuroiro: itsmeyaboy, Kendo: Akimichi, Kodai: deadinside, Komori: shroomgurl, Shiozaki: wElCoMeToBiBlEsTuDiEs, Shishida: furry, Shoda: cryptid, Tsunotori: mylittlepony, Tsubaraba: airbender, Tetsutetsu: Iron Man, Tokage: t-rex costume, Fukidashi: glorifiedtextbubble, Honenuki: Eren Jaeger/spookyscaryskeletons, Bondo: Slimer, Monoma: HopeSummers, Yanagi: iLiEdImDyInGiNsIdE, Rin: snek, Toga: mystique, Sako: lostmymarbles, Hikiishi: queenofmagnetism, Iguchi: eye gucci, Shinokanri: stardust

Usernames: Emos Anonymous Kaminari: blackcloakedbrides, Shoji: fryingpan, Jirou: greentwentyfourhours, Tokoyami: myscientificinfatuation, Todoroki: twentyoneplotpoints, Bakugo: immobileinwhite, Midoriya: falldownboy, Shinsou: stabtheveil, Kurono: inhalecarolina, Chisaki: plummetingininverse, Yukimura: anxietyintheclub, Shimura: nappingwithsirens, Kuroiro: thousandfootcane, Kodai: marianaspit, Monoma: entiretimelow, Yanagi: recentyearsday, Sako: halfminutetomars, Aizawa: hollywoodlivingdead, Shouji: fryingpan, Kurono: inhalecarolina, Aoyama: phantomtown, Honenuki: visualizedragon, Sako: halfminutetomars, Awase: distressparade, Shinokanri: simplestrategy

Usernames: UA Teachers Are Tired™ Eraserhead/Aizawa: grumpy scarf cat, Present Mic/Yamada: screeching cockatiel, Midnight/Nemuri: chaotic goth gay Ingenium/Iida: gotta go fast, AllMight/Toshinori: actual sunshine, Vlad King/Kan: bloody hell, Power Loader/Majima: speechtotext, Ectoplasm: needalegup?, Snipe: kazoo cowboy, Cementoss: concrete block, Blackmist/Kurogiri: goth portals

We Love Our Good Pichu, That's Why-Chapter 6

8:14 AM

We Are Number One™

Akimichi: How's about we all go on a girl's day today? drop Kami off at work together and stuff? I've already got all the 1b girls to agree to it.

TheGreatCreator: I'll go, Jirou says she will too.

cena: agreed

princessbubblegumknockoff: agreed, I'm bringing Mei tho.

9.8: agreed for me and Tsu.

Pichu: agreed!

4:30 PM

Izukrew

WHERE?: Operation Uzume is underway. Iida, with me, now.

Emergency Exit: Coming, Todoroki.

WHERE? and Emergency Exit are idle

9.8: Did I just witness an abduction?

Galvan: Yes.

4:45 PM

We Are Number One™

exhausted: why did my dad disappear with Todoroki and Iida?

Dadzawa: i'm taking Todoroki to see his brother on his shift and Iida's coming for moral support.

exhausted: okay I guess????? can I be yeeted with you?

Dadzawa: get in the van, Hito.

exhausted: are you offering candy? my dads said I can't go with people offering me candy.

Dadzawa: just get in the van, child.

exhausted: kay.

exhausted and Dadzawa are idle

9.8: Did I just witness another abduction?

Galvan: Yes.

5:50 PM

We Are Number One™

Pichu: oh my god, guys! why'd you do that!?

TheGreatCreator: What happened, Kaminari? Are you alright?

Pichu: Todoroki, Iida, Hitoshi, and Mr. Aizawa just came into my job for almost an hour and they left 700 dollars as a tip. guys how did you know that's how much I needed for my surgery!? I'm gonna cry.

WHAT?: That's more than we agreed to, half-n-half.

WHERE?: donation toward her HRT funds too.

Pichu: I'm about to cry, I can't even see the screem anymirw

exhausted: and we're turning around now to go back and get our good pichu girl.

Pichu: pls do I need to go home I can't work like this

chaoticgaydisaster: I'm with her don't worry, she's fine. just happy tears.

WHERE?: omw to get my best friend's girlfriend. sorry, Katsuki, I'm abducting your wife.

WHAT?: Good, bring her home. She needs cuddles.

chaoticgaydisaster: I'm going back to work now that Shoto has abducted the girl.

chaoticgaydisaster has gone offline

6:20 PM

We Are Number One™

WHERE?: so I got to my room and all my and Touya's binders and bras are missing, what happened?

WHAT?: I'm missing mine too.

exhausted: Dad's looking for his now.

exhausted: update: he can't find them. what the fuck?

WHERE?: @TheGreatCreator @Jack Skellington @Galvan @princessbubblegumknockoff @9.8 @cena have any of you lost anything?

TheGreatCreator: I'm missing my bras and panties as well, yes.

princessbubblegumknockoff: I'm missing all mine too.

cena: missing bras and panties here too

Galvan: my bras and panties are missing too

9.8: all mine are gone. what the fuck?

exhausted: update: I'm missing my binders as well and I'm pissed and ready to murder because I wasn't wearing one today and now they're all missing.

Dadzawa: so all the girls are missing undergarments and me, Hito, Bakugou, Todoroki, and Yukimura are missing binders? anyone else?

immafirinmahlaser: I'm missing many of my dresses and skirts! all of them! I cannot find my dresses and skirts!

EdgarAllanCrows: my few skirts have vanished as well as my dress for Halloween.

mystique: I can't find my bras either and neither can Eri or the rest of the 1b girls, we've all been looking.

t-rex costume: except me, I don't wear bras. they're uncomfortable.

HopeSummers: and that's valid.

queenofmagnetism: I'm missing my estrogen pills and skirts.

donthugmeimscared: all of my dresses are gone and so are TenTen's binders.

HopeSummers: I also cannot find my binders and neither can Honenuki. Tetsutetsu has begun scouring with all of us to find them.

Dadzawa: no need to search, I think I already know where they are.

TheGreatCreator: Where? Mr. Aizawa, now is not the time for a rational deception.

Dadzawa: no, this isn't a rational deception. children, I think it was M****a taking them.

princessbubblegumknockoff: oh god. I do NOT want those clothes back.

EdgarAllanCrows: I'm going to kill him. Nobody stop me. I put a MONTH into making that dress myself to make sure it fit me.

Dadzawa: and much as I'd love to let you kill him, you'd get in trouble for it so I can't let you. I'll deal with him.

exhausted: I'm going to stay with Iida for now, I don't feel safe.

exhausted is offline

7:02 PM

UA Teachers Are Tired™

grumpy scarf cat: so it looks like I'm going to need a new student. someone tell Nezu to plan accordingly because I have a feeling some of these children will want to press charges on Mineta.

grumpy scarf cat: hell I might press charges for theft.

yeet yeet bitch: what happened with that little grapefucker now?

grumpy scarf cat: he stole all the bras, panties, binders, and some clothes from 1a and 1b as well as me and Hitoshi's binders.

yeet yeet bitch: hold up a second.

yeet yeet bitch: yeah, I'm missing all my bras too.

screeching cockatiel: I'm talking to Nezu.

kazoo cowboy: As are my binders.

actual sunshine: I'll go to Nezu's office to make sure the students feel safe

needalegup?: I'll bring them from the dorms so we don't have any issues.

grumpy scarf cat: good thanks. I need to calm down the kids.

7:20 PM

We Are Number One™

Dadzawa: okay so any kids who are missing something or he's harassed, please go to principal Nezu. Present Mic and Snipe are waiting there for you and Ectoplasm has offered to bring you there to make sure you feel safe and there aren't any issues.

Pichu: I'm missing money.

Dadzawa: How much?

Pichu: all 13,000 dollars from my fake book. But my other 12,300 in my freezer is fine.

Dadzawa: wait, from your surgery money?

Pichu: over half of it's gone.

Dadzawa: not on my fucking watch. my daughter gets her goddamn surgery if she damn well wants it.

Emergency Exit: I'm a bit worried about Hitoshi, he hasn't been online in a half hour.

Dadzawa: wait, he's not with you? he said he was gonna go see you.

Emergency Exit: No, he hasn't shown up.

Dadzawa: oh god he's missing.

SmolMight: @exhausted, pick up your phone.

WHERE?: he isn't responding

Dadzawa: I'm going to find my son.

mystique: We found him! WE FOUND HIM! He's in the 1b girls showers!

mystique: Call an ambulance now.

2:45 AM

We Are Number One™

Dadzawa: I just got word from Nezu that Minoru Mineta is expelled from UA for acts of harassment, sexual harassment, 28 counts of theft, and 1 count of grand larceny.

Emergency Exit: Aizawa-sensei, is Hitoshi okay?

Dadzawa: he has a concussion and a stab wound, but he should be okay. it didn't hit any organs or major vessels.

Emergency Exit: Make sure you sleep, Aizawa-sensei.

Dadzawa: you should sleep too, Hitoshi wouldn't want you not sleeping either.

Emergency Exit: Fair enough. I'll bring miso soup for him tomorrow morning.

Dadzawa: thanks. he'll need something from his schedule to keep him sane in a hospital. he hates hospitals.

Dadzawa and Emergency Exit are offline

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[divine-motion]

Pls I want to hear some of that "cringe" patho dishonored au pls (in words if you can!)

i will try for you!! i admit i don’t really have much like “planned out” but i have some scattered Thoughts!!

the Usual Thing happens: artemy, a surgeon and an herbalist, returns home to help his father with the plague, his father was murdered just before he arrived, and so was simon kain (would the kains be an emperor family in this kind of au or would they just be City Rulers as usual? not sure yet), and artemy is now blamed for both murders, beat and stabbed half to death, and thrown in prison to be executed, and so begins artemy burakh’s No Good, Very Bad... Month

daniil dankovsky, local cryptid also known as The Outsider (though he resents that name) gives artemy void powers (blink, whirlwind, and bend time) which lets artemy escape the prison (not without having to kill a few guards on his way out but eh, guards are just cops so it’s fine. morally i mean, for artemy it sucks. poor guy keeps having to murder even though he doesn’t want to)

in the sewers during his escape, artemy meets a teenager called clara the changeling who says it’s important that he survives and offers her help. already in a bad place, artemy accepts and gets plague magic (rat swarm, darkvision, and possession). 

in return he asks if she wants out of the sewers (”what are you even doing down here?!” “just hanging out.”) bc there are rats and rats are dangerous and she just stares at him dead in the eye as she jumps down among a swarm of rats (same one that he saw eat a whole grown guard a few minutes ago) but the rats just follow her like ducklings

after a few hours of navigating through the confusing sewers, artemy finally reaches the river by the edge of the city (would have to be the City-On-Gorkhon this time with lots of tall buildings. the stamatins must be very pleased) and he follows the shore, trying to remember the way to the warehouses, but collapses before he can reach it because of exhaustion and also his mostly untended wounds. can’t decide if it’s gonna be murky, sticky, or one of the Halves that finds him and helps him? would be nice if sticky tries to use his, albeit limited, medicinal knowledge which does end up being enough to get artemy back on his feet, at least for a while

after that i only know that artemy would meet both notkin’s gang and grief’s gang, who both ally themselves with him. in this au lara and grief are still on decent terms if only bc they both find they don’t like the current rulers (maybe block is affiliated with them now?) and then it’s not so bad that grief is playing against their laws

i’m thinking maybe stakh joins the overseers and there’s like. an actual confrontation between artemy and stakh where stakh really does try to kill artemy. like he doesn’t and they become friends again. without a daniil to calm him down i do think it’s possible stakh would try something like that, but i think it’s more out of self-destruction and his “resolve for resolve’s sake” way of thinking if that makes sense?

lots of apple basket gang interaction. yes i will use any excuse to have more apple basket gang. i also just really love the idea of lara and grief having a really close friendship so that would be part of it

georgiy “eugenics enthusiast” kain  and the vlads Will die. perhaps not by artemy’s hand directly but it will happen because i hate them and they deserve it

more of aspity. maybe just more of the Kin in general! i’m not sure what their role would be exactly but you know they would be up for overthrowing a fucking emperor of all things.

aspity when she first meets artemy: so you killed the emperor? artemy: i did n- aspity: nice. do you want to kill another? artemy: ... i mean. maybe??? i have a plague to stop and a murder to investigate but maybe???

is there a polyhedron in this? probably. not sure what role it would play but it Sure Would Be There

that’s about it that i’ve got so far tho!! thank you for the ask!

[thebibliosphere]

Nathan, trying to be sexy: I'll throw you on the bed and rip off your- Vlad: okay hold on let's be clear here you are not so much as thinking the word rip anywhere near my wardrobe I will make you sleep in the dog house for a month Ursula: do you mean he'll be in the dog house? Vlad: I know what I said (Pls excuse my shit post I just couldn't stop myself)

Lol, amusing as the idea is, Nathan is nothing if not exceptionally calm and methodical in his seduction. He's got that wonderful ability to make every slowly undone button feel profoundly intimate. His enjoyment of things stems far more about the psychologial chase than the end result.Ursula thinks of it as "worshipful". Vlad describes it as "excruciating".Vlad on the other hand has lost plenty of buttons. All his own of course, cause ripping other people's stuff would be unthinkably rude.Ursula doesn't even mess with buttons, it's string ties or bust. Which may or may not be how Vlad ends up owning a corseted waistcoat, with shiny brass buttons down the front, but that's book 2.

[angelaiswriting]

Jealousy | Vladimir Ranskahov x reader (NSFW)

✎ Pairing: Vladimir Ranskahov x reader

✎ Requested by Anonymous: LOVE your writing 😍 i have another request for vladimir. how about someone flirting with the reader and vlad gets so really jealous which leads to really hot rough and angry sex with him being just himself 🤗 would you pleeaaasee do that? ☺

✎ A/N: Thank you, I’m glad you enjoy what I write! And good God, I am horny and embarrassed now. I think I’m quite terrible at writing jealousy and flirting, but somehow I don’t think it came out that bad... I really hope you enjoy it, let me know! I did my best at the ‘really hot rough and angry sex’, but I know I’m not the best at it even if it’s fun to write (and read) haha I also haven’t re-read this yet because I’m still recovering haha but I hope there aren’t too many mistakes!

✎ A/N 2: on another note, this is kind of connected to The Truth, but you don’t have to read that to understand this if you don’t want to.

✎ A/N 3: I love writing smut too much for my own sake, I swear to God. I’m still very proud of this smut, though, so yeah.

✎ Warnings: slight angst (I hope it’s slight, I’ve been desentizited to angst so I really don’t know) + jealousy, kind of slow burn (?), smut (teasing, oral f/r, masturbation, spanking, sex in general), 18+ ONLY pls, Angela’s smut at its best we all need holy water

Word-count: 7,209 ca. (good luck, you brave reader! May we share our eternity together in hell, where we can keep on talking about all this sinning ❤️ *winks*)

Neither of them knows how the sex started: one minute they were bickering as usual and the next they were lying naked on the kitchen floor, Vladimir’s hips thrusting into her as she sucked a hickey on his neck. It came as such a surprise that they didn’t talk for a day, barely finding the courage to stare at each other.

Even now, just the memory of his body moving above hers, of his hands keeping her thighs open sends a thrill down Y/N’s spine and right to her core. And even though their sexual encounters have been going on for a few months now, it’s their first time she always finds herself thinking about.

Ever since Matt found out about her guest, she’s been sleeping in her bed next to Vlad and slowly, their pretended hostility started to fade. He’s even made sure to apologize by sneaking off one day to fetch his hidden money just to bring it to her, to repay her for her hospitality. She still panics when she thinks about it: she doesn’t want thieves to break in and tear her apartment down just because of a few thousand—hundred of thousands—dollars.

And most importantly, she still has to tell him the truth about tonight. She’s not just going out with some friends to celebrate, she’s going out with Matt and while Vladimir has nothing against Foggy or Karen, he still can’t stand the moron that almost got him killed.

She’s so caught up in her own mind that she almost doesn’t hear Vladimir huff. Swallowing hard, she stares down her naked body just to meet his glare, his body still nestled between her legs. She’s suddenly back to reality and she can’t help but feel sorry for ruining both their fun during oral.

“What’s up?” he groans, nudging her thighs a little wider to better settle his weight on his forearms. His wounds have healed, but they have left scars behind and when he moves up better, they catch her eye.

She shrugs her shoulders and for a second she considers spilling the truth. But just as she thinks of it, she’s sure he would refuse to come if he knew Matt was going to be there. It’s not every day she celebrates her birthday and she wants both her best friend and her kind of boyfriend, kind of friend with benefits to be there to party with her. So she resolves on lying.

“Just scared someone might recognize you,” she mutters, trying to push his head back between her legs. But he doesn’t move and as she meets his eye, she knows he knows she’s lying. He doesn’t inquire, though, and after a moment he goes back to eating her out and this time she makes sure she’s fully there for the experience. Because, heck, he’s the best at oral and none of the guys she’s ever slept with can compare.

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Her core is still tingling when she gets out of her car and Vladimir notices her legs trembling when he locks the doors. He doesn’t fight back the smirk that grows on his lips and when she notices, she blushes, lowering her gaze to avoid his.

“I will fuck you so hard you won’t be able to sit for a week,” he chuckles in her ear as they enter the restaurant.

She snorts at his words, tugging him towards the table she knows her friends are waiting for her at. And as they make their way inside, she’s uneasy once again. “Promise you won’t make a scene,” she begs and he has barely the time to nod that he sees why she’s asking that.

He stills for a second as Karen comes over to hug and greet her, Foggy not far behind. Matt is standing at the table, his signature sunglasses perched on his nose, and he’s frowning—she’s sure everybody there knows why.

But the dinner starts off nicely and the more they stay there, the more smoothly it goes. Vladimir glares at her for the entire duration of the meeting: somehow he ended up sitting between Foggy and Karen while she’s sitting next to Matt. And even though there’s nothing official between the two of them, Vlad doesn’t want his girl near that mudak.

Y/N tries to ignore it and she’s genuinely enjoying the dinner Karen has organized for her. Her friend had been surprised when she told her he was bringing a friend—a male friend—with her and she has bugged her for weeks to make her spill some tea on this guy’s identity. She, of course, knows about Vladimir staying at her place, even if she doesn’t know the whole truth about him, just as Foggy knew: Matt hadn’t been able to keep his hole shut with his colleagues and had had to say something. It wasn’t just because he was pissed a criminal like that Russian guy was staying at his best friend’s house, but because he didn’t want something like him near her.

“So, how did you two meet?” Karen asks, eating more of the fish she’s been dying to order ever since a friend of hers had talked wonders about it.

Y/N almost chokes on the wine she’s sipping and eyes Matt from the corner of her eye. Hell’s Kitchen’s hero doesn’t exactly know the whole story and she’s always dreaded the moment she’d have to tell him, even if nothing bad or illegal had happened back then. “At work,” she answers. She doesn’t want her childhood friend to know she’s known Vladimir Ranskahov for a little longer than two years. “His friend’s dog had been hit by a car and I had to stitch him up.”

“Oh, just the usual,” Foggy chuckles, finishing his potatoes. “I thought it’d be something more… impressive, you know.”

“Oh, shut it!” Karen weakly kicks his foot from under the table and smiles up at Vladimir for a second before turning into Y/N’s direction again. “C’mon, girl, we all wanna know the truth,” she complains. “You know I like to live off other people’s gossip! How long have you been together?”

She knew she shouldn’t have brought Vladimir along. And it wasn’t just because she knew Karen was going to ask a bunch of questions, but because he couldn’t stand her infamous friend.

“Six months,” he blurts out and as he stares at her, it’s as though he’s trying to tell her to doesn’t say a word about that lie.

Matt chokes on his food and it takes him—and Foggy, since he starts patting his friend’s back—a while to recover.

“That’s… surprising!” Karen is excited: Y/N hasn’t gone out with a guy in ages and no one has ever lasted that long, at least not that she knows of—and she knows plenty of things because she’s just as nosy as her friend is.

The dinner goes on as smoothly as possible, but Vladimir can’t but hate how close Matt is sitting next to Y/N. He’s talking loud enough so that just she can hear and she’s giggling, her nose scrunched up a little, her lips tugging into an amused smile. He can feel the rage bubble up in his body and suddenly his stomach is so knotted that he can’t swallow any more food.

There’s no reason to feel like this, he tries to reason with himself while Karen and Foggy talk about something. Y/N is just some girl he has fun having sex with, he tells himself, even if he knows he’s grown way more attached to her than just that. Every day he finds himself waiting for her to come back from work and he loves it when she cuddles up into his side when they watch some Netflix show.

And now, to see them so close… He has to close his eyes and take in a few deep breaths to calm down. But then, just as he opens them, she’s slapping Matt’s shoulder as she says something. His eyes are too focused on her lips, though, and his ears can’t pick up her words. But Matt giggles and much to Vladimir’s horror and anger leans in to peck her cheek as she finishes her wine.

Before he knows it, dinner’s over and he’s been dragged into a club. The music is loud and it deafens him, giving him a pounding headache that seems to throb in the scar he has on his face. He doesn’t even realize he’s ordered vodka until the bartender leaves a shot right in front of him before passing to the next customer.

“You better act nicely with her,” Karen leans up against him to yell those words above the loud volume of the music. “I have a gun, just so you know it.”

He stares at her for a couple of seconds as he downs the contents of his glass: as if she could scare him. He scoffs but follows her nonetheless to the booth the others have settled in.

But there’s only Foggy there and Vladimir’s brows furrow of their own accord.

“Where is Y/N?” he asks. His fingers are twitching at his sides and his jaw is already clenched so hard he can feel the pressure in his teeth.

The guy nods towards the mass of dancing bodies and swallows a sip of the beer Karen bought him without even asking him what he wants—not beer. Vladimir stares at him for a couple of seconds and the only thing he can think about is that he doesn’t like this Foggy guy—he definitely likes him a million times better than Matt, though, so he doesn’t complain.

A groan still makes his way up his throat as his eyes close shut when he turns towards the dance floor. He knows he has no real claims over Y/N, but only God knows how much he’d like to be somewhat official with her. He also despises that blind-my-ass mudak—and he’s made that clear enough times ever since he showed up at her door—and he wants him as far away as possible from his girl.

He’s almost tempted to march down to her and drag her away, but he knows she’s not going to react well at something like that. She’s going to insist Matt’s just a friend, that she hasn’t had a crush on him ever since she turned fifteen, that there’s never going to be anything more than friendship with him—she doesn’t say that the reason is Vladimir himself, though, that he’s the only one she’d like to have something more than a friendship with, even if she’s scared she’d end up in a subway tunnel with her throat sliced open. So he sits down in the booth Foggy has chosen and he tries to stare at anything but those two dancing. Y/N glances at him every now and then and she always smiles at him, but when Matt leans down to yell something in her ear above the music and she bursts out in a fitful of laughter, Vladimir diverts his gaze from them.

Karen’s words as she tries to make conversation are a confused mess in his ears, a thick fog around him as he tries to unclench his jaw and fists. Only Foggy answers her questions and makes small talk with her before he leaves to go have another drink, possibly not beer this time.

“Want me to distract Matt?” Karen’s suddenly leaning against his side, her lips mere millimeters from his earlobe and he’s tempted to kiss her just to prove a point—what point, exactly, he doesn’t even know.

But he’s still surprised by that sudden proximity. He knows she knows he’s not a good guy; maybe she doesn’t know the whole story, his whole past, but she can’t be that oblivious. “What?”

“I know you don’t like him,” she giggles and the make-up on her face seems to shimmer under the light of the club. “He doesn’t like you either, he’s just trying to piss you off.”

Vladimir squints his eyes, eyeing that woman up and down. Her cheeks are flushed a bright shade of pink and he can just imagine his are matching hers: it’s too hot in there and he’s too irritable right now.

“How do you know?” he asks, wishing he’d taken one more shot of vodka.

She shrugs, turning back to the dance floor and scrunching up her nose. “I’ve worked with him for a while, I’ve by now learned when he tries to piss someone off. I…” but she trails off and he doesn’t feel like he’s close enough with her to demand she finishes what she was saying.

“Alright, then.” He nods his head once and stares as Karen stands up.

She struggles to keep her balance on her heels and Vladimir wonders how much she’s drunk in the time he’s drifted off, lost in his anger. He stabilizes her by grabbing her elbow and she smiles up at him as she straightens her back.

Vladimir can’t help but wonder how this girl has decided to help him: they know a lot about each other, but they do so in secret, they’ve both found out stuff without confronting the other but by digging in the shadows. And he knows about her crush on Matt and he wonders how she might feel or if anything happened between the two of them or if she’s feeling as blinded as him.

They both make their way to the mass of bodies dancing and grinding against each other and when Y/N sees him and he’s close enough to her, she turns around and wraps her arms around his neck, taking him by surprise. Suddenly, Karen and Matt don’t exist anymore and all he can feel is her skin on his and his jealousy burning in his veins like an acid.

“I was wondering when you’d join me,” she smirks, swaying her hips in rhythm with his, her chest pressed against his and her lips brushing against his ear.

“I had impression that you were having fun,” he says and he tries not to clench his teeth. He still tightens his hold on her waist and pulls her so close that he manages to immobilize her in the spot. He has started to feel himself press against her thigh a little more with every minute that passes and all he wants is to rub his relationship—or whatever it is—with Y/N in Matt’s face. He wants him to back off, to find himself someone else because he’s still not scared of killing or hurting and he won’t let that annoying lawyer have his way with his girl again.

“Not as much as I could have with you.” She winks, pressing a light kiss on his jaw and brushing the tip of her nose on his skin.

His smell is intoxicating, she can’t help but notice. Even in there, with every sort of smell tickling her nostrils, she can pick up the atrocious smell of his cigarettes and those of his eau de cologne and of that new body wash she bought him last week. He’s everything she’s never asked for and everything she should be running away from, but at that moment, all she can think about is his body pressed against hers, his stubble brushing her cheek as she runs the tip of her nose against his jawline and how badly she wants to devour him.

His thoughts aren’t that different from hers. He’s wanted to push her against the wall and fuck her from behind ever since he saw Matt sitting at their table at the restaurant. Even now, he wants to take her then and there, among all those people, and he really wouldn’t care. He feels like having her to suck him off there, on the dance floor, in front of that mudak that thinks he can do whatever he wants with what is not his.

“We’re leaving,” he announces, unhooking her arms from around his neck.

She frowns and grabs his hand. “Don’t you wanna dance with me?” she pouts before a devilish smirk takes over her lips and she lets her other hand travel down the front of his pants, grabbing him between his legs.

He doesn’t hear her moan from above the music, but he still sees her lips part, her eyes close a little as she stands closer to his body. He’s the one smirking this time and he catches the occasion with both hands and bends down to kiss her right in front of Matt, who’s still standing right there, trying to dance with Karen. Vlad knows Matt’s blind just as he knows Karen’s telling him what’s going on before their eyes. So, when he breaks the kiss and wraps an arm around Y/N’s waist, Daredevil’s clenched jaw doesn’t miss his eye.

“Good night,” he calls, smirking in victory before he leads Y/N off the dance floor and to Foggy’s booth to fetch her coat.

He not-so-patiently waits for her to say bye to her friend before he drags her outside without compliments. They make their way to the car and he grabs the keys she’s handing him.

The traffic that night is intense and they find themselves stuck in a slow congestion. They both can’t wait to be home but to do different things. This one time—just this once—he wants to show her who she belongs to. He’s a Ranskahov and, more than that, not one of the good guys—he doesn’t need redemption, he doesn’t need pity and, more than anything, he doesn’t need nor like to repeat himself. He just wants to have her on all fours on the bed and he wants to spank her and he wants to take her from behind and fuck her until both his dick and her cunt can’t take it anymore. He doesn’t like violence, though, or better, he does, but not in the bedroom and not with a woman, so he knows he’s not going to be that rough with her. She wouldn’t mind though and he knows, she’s already told him more than once, maybe to input him to be rougher and to thrust into her harder and to put his hand around her throat to have just that little bit of thrill and excitement to run down her spine, forcing her to wrap harder around his cock as he takes her.

At a red traffic light, he turns his head to look at her and he finds her already staring at him. She’s hiked the skirt of her dress up her thighs as far as it can go and she’s smirking again mischievously, one hand between her legs. She’s not moving it, he knows it, the hand is still, merely pressing against her panties. But then, as he swallows and she watches his Adam’s apple bob up and down, her fingers start to move and before he even realizes it, she’s moved her panties to the side so that she could really touch herself.

His hand is quick to catch her wrist and he only needs a look to make her stop as he has to start moving again.

The ride home feels as long as an eternity. It takes him all his will-power not to pull over and take her there, on the car seat. He’s straining again his pants and his mind feels foggy; for a second he fears he won’t be able to drive much longer: her skirt is still hiked up under her butt and her thighs are there, staring at him, almost calling him and all he can think about are his hands wrapped around those limbs, his fingertips pressing bruises on her skin.

She feels the same and he knows it, he sees it in the way her thighs brush against each other, trying to find some friction. He doesn’t stop her, he doesn’t mind at all—the mere idea of her being that wet even without him touching or teasing her is enough to make him twitch in his briefs.

They both can barely walk straight as they step into the lobby of her apartment complex and he doesn’t think twice when he pushes her into the (finally fixed) elevator.

She gasps as her back presses against the cool metal wall, her naked shoulders immediately covering in goosebumps as the skin makes contact with the metal.

“Were you trying to slip into blind cretin’s pants?” he groans, pressing himself against her and she gasps again. “When you could have this?” he goes on, pushing a leg between hers and grinding against her thigh.

But they’re both smirking—they both know each other’s games by now. The only thing Vladimir doesn’t know is that she did it on purpose. She’s never been good at flirting, but she did her best with Matt because she knows how Vlad’s mind works—and it’s one of the most entertaining minds she’s ever met when it comes to the bedroom. A thrill runs down her spine and she can feel it reach her toes. When her brain finally manages to pick up the erection he’s pressing against her thigh, her knees almost give up. They almost give up just as they almost keep her standing: her knees bend a little and she ends up pressing her core harder against his thigh and her head flies back to rest against the wall behind her back, her eyes lidded as she tries not to moan.

He nudges her: he presses his knee higher up against her as he nips the skin of her neck. “So?”

Y/N’s tempted to bite back with something, something that she knows is going to turn him even wilder. But her brain can’t seem to be able to cooperate and she barely manages to moan a soft ‘no’ as her turgid nipples press against her bra, making her aware of how uncomfortable that sensation is.

Just as she’s managed to make her brain function a little to grind against his leg, the doors of the elevator open and he’s now dragging her out towards the door of her apartment.

And suddenly, it’s like being in one of those cliché movies: he’s slamming the door open and then shut and he’s pressing her against it as he kisses her hard, leaving her breathless. She loses the ability to function once again: she desperately wants to grab his biceps, to move her head to kiss his jaw and his neck and to suck hickeys on his skin, but the truth is, she’s barely able to breathe as his hand presses against her clothed pussy. The feeling of the pressure of his thumb against her clit is enough to empty her mind and tear a low moan from her throat.

“You think you can tease me like that?” he growls, his breath hot on the side of her neck. His thumb pats her clit two times and all she can do is pant as all she wants to feel is his tongue and his mouth on her. “Think you can touch yourself in car?”

She breathes hard as she tries to calm down because she knows he’s waiting for her answer. It takes her a while, but after a couple of minutes she’s able to mutter: “It’s my car.”

None of them cares, though. To her, his jealousy is just a game and she’s willing to play; to him, it’s no game because he really doesn’t want that mudak’s hands (or any other man’s, for that reason) on her, whether it’s on her shoulder or on her cunt. Both of them know how it’s all going to end, though, and neither of them is willing to stop or change.

And so he shushes her silent as he picks her up in his arms, his hands grabbing and groping her ass. Involuntarily, they press against each other and moan, and he stumbles in the dark as he carries her towards the bedroom. Part of him desperately wants to take her on the kitchen island or on the floor, but another part of him wants to fuck her raw into the mattress.

He groans as his hips thrust up against her of their own accord and he groans again when she finally manages to come back to her senses and she starts nipping and sucking the skin of his neck, her arms wrapping tighter around him so that she can press her chest closer to his.

They both almost come right then and there, with one foot in the bedroom and the other still in the corridor as Vladimir struggles to switch on the lights.

“Undress,” he orders as he puts her back down on the ground.

He doesn’t wait for her to start: he gets rid of his jacket and quickly unbuttons his shirt. They both stare at each other as they step out of their shoes and he has to help her unzip her dress, for she can’t reach the zipper. His hands push the straps down her shoulder and his calloused skin brushing against hers makes her shiver in delight even before he has the time to trail them down her back following the line of her spine.

He has to remind himself he wants to fulfill one of both their fantasies, for his body has already started to get even closer to hers so that he can press his straining erection against the curve of her ass. “Take it off,” he whispers then and he takes a step back as he unbuckles his belt.

She turns around to face him and he stares at her, his face blank and his usual frown on display. As the dress slides down her body, he notices he can barely think in English—not that he’s ever been that good at it (both at English and at thinking). He doesn’t miss the hiss that escapes her lips as the cool air of the room hits her skin and her perky nipples are the only thing he can stare and think about for a couple of seconds before he orders her to position herself on the bed and on all fours.

Y/N complies with a smirk: she walks backward toward the bed and her hands slide up her sides until they grab her boobs and lightly pull on her nipples. And she smirks again when she hears him groan and his hand absentmindedly goes to grab his dick from above his pants.

When she’s settled on the bed, her weight resting on her forearms and knees, Vladimir takes off his shirt and lets it fall to the ground as he takes a step forward. His original intentions are to stay fully dressed until he finally thinks she’s had enough teasing, but this time he cannot listen to his own brain. So he unbuttons the button of his pants and he hastily takes them off before doing the same with his briefs. He can’t help but sigh as the constricting environment of his clothes disappears and there’s no more pressure teasing his dick.

Then, as he takes another step forward and his knees bump against the mattress, he sees the wet stain of her arousal on her panties and he can’t help but grab his erection at the base and squeeze it once, his belt still in his other hand.

“Bozhe moy,” he mutters as he kneels behind her and he licks his lips.

His free hand reaches out and before he’s able to notice it, it slaps down on her right buttcheek. She gasps out loud and turns back to stare at him, but he’s too focused on the jiggling of her ass and on the faint red mark his hand has left behind on the skin that’s not covered by her panties.

He grins when he notices her staring. He soothes the sting on her buttcheek with his hand before he pushes her on the mattress, bending above her and pressing down against her back. The position is uncomfortable for what he wants to do, but he still manages to tie her wrists with his belt without crushing her under his weight.

“Are you going to slap my ass?”

He can practically hear her smirk even without seeing it. He doesn’t answer, but when she pushes her ass up against him, he kneels back up and slaps her again.

“Does this make you harder?” she purrs, moaning when he gives her clothed pussy a light slap to silence her.

“Does this make you wetter?” he bites back, bending forward and mock-biting her buttcheek. “Oh, da, it does,” he mocks her, pushing her panties to the side and sliding a finger along her opening.

He licks his fingertip clean before he pushes her panties down her legs and pulls her up on her knees so that he can give her a nice look. She’s glistening in the light of the lamps and he can’t help but inhale sharply as he gives his prick a gentle tug.

She whimpers at his touch and then again when his finger leaves her. And then once more, when he exhales loudly from his nose and the air hits her sensitive skin.

“Not one word,” he commands, his hands massaging the soft skin of her ass and of the back of her thighs.

His hand crashes down on her buttcheek again and when he looks down, the head of his cock is twitching. It makes him groan, just as her gasp followed by that lewd moan seems to pull at his abdominal muscles.

“Do you wish Matt was fucking you?” he asks, tilting his head to the side as he lets his hands travel up her back and move to her sides to brush against her breasts. The mere thought has his anger to boil through his veins. The idea of that guy fucking this girl literally makes him see red.

Y/N shakes her head no and Vladimir’s pleased to see she’s not saying a word—she usually doesn’t listen to him and does as she pleases. But maybe this time she knows the pleasure at stake is too much to simply give up on it.

“Did he make you wet?” he hums, moving her hair to the side so that she’s not blinded. He presses himself against her ass and she pants as her eyes roll back into her head at the feel of him, so hard and hot pressing against her dripping core. “So wet you had to touch yourself in front of me?” Another blow hits her slowly reddening ass and, just as before, he stares at its jiggling movement with a smirk on his face.

She moans out a weak ‘no’, but his orders were ‘no words’, so both his hands smack down at the same time on her cheeks. He’s still holding back, though, for hurting her is the very last thing he wants; so he always soothes the stinging pain away and he presses his thumbs into her skin to brush on his handprints.

“You wanted to tease me, didn’t you?” His breath is burning hot against her sensitive and raw skin and his tongue feels even hotter when he licks a stripe up her buttcheek.

Another moan tears its way out of her lips and when he raises his head up, he sees her nodding against the mattress, her eyes closed, her lips parted. She looks like a vision and he has to resist the impulse to jerk off and come all over her ass.

“Is that so?” Another grin plasters itself on his face as he mutters those words under his breath. He gives himself another slow but firm tug and he hisses as he wipes his thumb across the angry red head of his dick. He wants to be inside her so badly it’s almost hard to breathe.

When he bends forward again and he’s forced to press his hips into her backside, they both moan lowly. The quick rise and fall of his chest against her back has his mind to stop working for a second as his nipples brush against her skin.

Underneath him, she doesn’t move. She lies there with her ass pressed against his hips and her cunt pressed against his erection and that’s enough to make it hard to think and even to keep breathing as her breath gets caught in her throat.

Vladimir’s hands caress her sides as his head rests uncomfortably in the crook of her neck and when they reach her boobs to not-so-gently squeeze them, she’s terribly aware of her vagina clamping down onto nothing. And so she pushes herself back against him.

He doesn’t like the movement, though. Or, better, he does, he loves it because it just-so-perfectly makes her dripping lips brush against the underside of his dick and he can practically feel his blood throb through the vein that runs up almost from base to tip. But in his ‘no words’, ‘don’t move’ was included—and even if it weren’t, he’d still use it as an excuse to keep up with his actions.

“And since you wanted to tease me so bad,” he whispers into her ear, his lips brushing against her earlobe, “I might as well indulge your dirty game.”

She gasps as she opens her eyes: she doesn’t fully know what his words imply, but she knows it’s more than she can stand without risking a heart failure. “Vlad…” she moans, but he tuts her and when he pulls on her nipples, she jolts against him and she almost comes.

Vladimir smirks, but deep down he hopes she won’t go out flirting with other men if she really wants to be with him.

He stands back up on his knees and blows another slap on her ass before he drags a finger from her clit to her perineum. Maybe next time he’s going to ease her into anal sex, he thinks with another smirk. He keeps moving his finger in the same way for a couple of minutes before he cups her sex with one hand, while the other massages her ass. “Keep still,” he orders.

His legs push hers a little wider and he settles between them, sitting on his heels, as he decides how to proceed. There are so many things he’d like to do to her that it’s hard to think of one to start.

Y/N waits not-so-patiently for him to make his move, but she’s already on edge, not knowing what he’s going to do to her, how he’s going to touch her and when. It comes as a surprise when he lays down on his back, his head below her hips and his feet on the floor. He pulls her down and his stubble brushing against the inner side of her thighs makes her walls convulse again and she has to close her eyes as she pulls up better on her forearms.

Her lungs stop working when his lips latch themselves around her clit and even if it’s just a couple of seconds, it feels like a century. When she comes back, it’s just because he’s slapped her ass again and the groan he’s just let out against her forces her to tumble over the edge and lose her focus again. She tries hard not to crush his face, but her upper body still falls back down onto the mattress when keeping her weight on her forearms becomes too hard. She almost—almost—feels humiliated by that sudden climax, but she justifies it on how badly she’s always wanted to try some spanking.

Vladimir doesn’t ride out her orgasm: he gets out from under her and stands back up on his feet. His erection is so sensitive by the lack of attention that it almost hurts when he stands up abruptly and its head bumps against his abdomen. He hisses out loud and tries to think about something else because the temptation to touch himself is way too strong. He will never admit it, but he loves it when she teases him, just as he knows it’s all going to be worth it when he’ll finally thrust into her. He just has to resist a little longer, he tries to remind himself. Just a little bit longer, so that he can teach her a lesson—because he doesn’t hope to kick Matt out of her life, he knows that’s not possible; for now all he can do is mark her up as much as possible and, with time, that masked motherfucker will pick up on the hint.

She’s still panting and shivering when he pulls her back up on her knees. Another moan leaves her lips when he kisses her lower back. She tries to whisper a ‘please’, but her prayer gets stuck in her throat when he slowly pushes a finger inside her cunt. Her walls squeezing it are almost more than she can take, so she closes her eyes and settles for just enjoying whatever kind of teasing he’s going to deliver—and as long as he’s going to let her cum, she’s all in for whatever awaits her.

Vladimir’s movements are slow and this time he doesn’t touch her clit—at least, not immediately. He massages the pad of his finger along the back wall of her vagina in just the perfect way she loves while with the other hand he cups his balls. Their skin is so tight that he really doesn’t know how he doesn’t come at that contact and for a moment he wishes he weren’t that stubborn just so that he could screw her.

Her hips start to push back against his hand and she gasps and moans every time she comes in contact with the heel of his hand. He knows it’s an instinctive movement, so he keeps quiet—he actually tries not to moan because he secretly loves it when she disobeys him.

He adds another finger just when she doesn’t expect it and he has to fight against the tight embrace of her walls and quickens up his pace just a little bit. And as he stares at her dripping core, he can’t help but thrust his hips forward.

He doesn’t touch her, but she still feels the movement behind her and this time she manages to choke out that same ‘please’ she hadn’t been able to pronounce before. And suddenly, she’s pushing back against his hand with more vigor and as he pushes a third finger into her, stretching her pussy, she voluntarily disobeys him: she’s somehow managed to free herself from his belt and she now props herself up on one forearm as her other hand travels down her right breast, gropes it and then proceeds lower, across her belly and down to her clit.

It doesn’t take her long to come a second time and this time, after removing his fingers from her, Vladimir thrusts into her tight pussy in one swift, hard movement.

She’s given no time to recover, for he slaps her ass again—this time with his slick-covered hand (and Y/N’s going to swear it stings and arouses her more)—and settles a quick pace.

“I told you not to move,” he pants as he bends forward, pressing his chest against her back. He feels like an animal, fucking her from behind in that position, bent forward above her as he gropes one of her breasts with his hand and sucks hickeys on the skin of her back. But he really doesn’t care: she feels just so wet and hot around him, her walls squeezing and massaging his aching erection, his balls so tight that they barely slap against her.

And she just feels the same as he thrusts into her and she tries hard to keep breathing. Somehow, he feels bigger than usual and she doesn’t know whether it’s because she’s been so aroused all night, helped by her drinks, squirming to have him inside her, that now she’s simply tighter and more on edge than she usually is. Because she has to admit it, she’s enjoyed teasing Vladimir and making him jealous more than she actually cares to admit.

His hips slap against her backside every time he pushes back in and she’s so wet that a slick sound accompanies every thrust.

Then, just as she’s had the chance to think again, she loses it when his hand leaves her boob and tickles down her belly. His fingers draw quick circles on her clit, sign that he’s closer to orgasm than she thought, and with the added pressure of her walls squeezing his dick caused by his fingers’ movement, his thrusts get wilder and stronger and they both find themselves rocking back and forth on their knees.

He comes before her and the feel of him twitching and ejaculating inside her spurs her mind and arousal even further. It still takes him a couple of seconds—with Vladimir’s fingers still working on her clit—to send her into the embrace of bliss. She’s barely aware of him still sloppily thrusting into her, his weight crushing her on the mattress: her body shivers against his as she whimpers and clamps down harder on him. His hot breath in the crook of her neck is the only real thing she knows is real, the rest feels like a dream as her body struggles to come back to reality.

They both whimper when he pulls out and without his body pressed flush against her, she’s back to being aware of the tender skin of her ass after Vladimir’s spanking session. But she doesn’t have the time to complain about his breath on her reddened skin as he bends forward because his fingers are pushing his cum back into her pussy and the mere gesture makes her moan again. She was so caught up in her own arousal and pleasure that only now she notices he didn’t use a condom and had she known before, she would have enjoyed her first time being fucked raw more.

Before she has the time to utter a word, Vladimir is helping her turn on her back. He stares down at her with a crazy grin on his lips and she can’t help but smile as he massages her wrists.

“I tied you for a reason,” he says, his mouth trailing down to her breasts.

She’s out of breath, her legs still shivering, so all she can muster is a breathy giggle before his lips latch onto her nipple. And this time she’s so out of breath that she can only arch her back and squirm against him. She feels oversensitive everywhere: between her legs, where his balls are pressing as his cock rests on her abdomen, and on her whole body, even where he hasn’t touched her yet.

When he gets up with a wet pop and crawls backward on the bed to bend down and be eye level with her pussy, she knows his teasing—just like the night—is not over yet. And as his tongue licks her entrance, swiping up her and his own juices, her eyes roll back again.

Wow. Isn’t this the filthiest shit I’ve ever written or am I tripping?

On a serious note, how is my jealousy/flirting game? Any tips on getting better at it? 😅

TAGS (to be added/removed shoot me an ask. Same goes for ‘Bratva’)

Everything: @idhrenniel @saibh29 @fuckthatfeeling @aya-fay @pebblesz892 @toomanyfandoms96 @mblaqgi

Bratva (people not on the lists but that might still be interested): @sweetvengeancee @theranskahovs ( @brobachev ?)

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ULTIMATE SHIP MEME - LunaXNaruko [Insert cool ship name here]

ULTIMATE SHIP MEME!

Send in a ship (or more) and a category, and I’ll fill all this out about the ship!

General:

Rate the Ship -  Awful | Ew | No pics pls | I’m not comfortable | Alright | I like it! | Got Pics? | Let’s do it! | Why is this not getting more attention?! | The OTP to rule all other OTPs

How long will they last? - Still goin~

How quickly did/will they fall in love? - Took a little bit, but Luna fell HARD for Naruko.

How was their first kiss? - To use this cliche word, magical~

Wedding:

Who proposed? - Naruko~

Who is the best man/men? - Naruto (Dragging Vlad’s pale ass with)

Who is the braid’s maid(s)? - Ahri

Who did the most planning? - Luna

Who stressed the most? - Luna (Naruko helps her calm down)

How fancy was the ceremony? - Back of a pickup truck | 2 | 3 | 4 | Normal Church Wedding | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Kate and William wish they were this big.

Who was specifically not invited to the wedding? - People who hate foxes...

Sex:

Who is on top? - Luna~

Who is the one to instigate things? - Both~

How healthy is their sex life? - Barely touch themselves let alone each other | 2 | 3 | 4 | Once a couple weeks, nothing overboard | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They are humping each other on the couch right now

How kinky are they? - Straight missionary with the lights off | 2 | 3 | 4 | Might try some butt stuff and toys | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Don’t go into the sex dungeon without a horse’s head

How long do they normally last? - Naruto’s still timing them~

Do they make sure each person gets an equal amount of orgasms? - Indeed they do~

How rough are they in bed? - Softer than a butterfly on the back of a bunny | 2 | 3 | 4 | The bed’s shaking and squeaking every time | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Their dirty talk is so vulgar it’d make Dwayne Johnson blush. Also, the wall’s so weak it could collapse the next time they do it.

How much cuddling/snuggling do they do? - No touching after sex | 2 | 3 | 4 | A little spooning at night, or on the couch, but not in public | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They snuggle and kiss more often than a teen couple on their fifth date to a pillow factory.

Children:

How many children will they have naturally? - One (with the help of a special potion)

How many children will they adopt? - Maybe a few

Who gets stuck with the most diapers? - Naruko

Who is the stricter parent? - Luna

Who stops the kid(s) from doing dangerous stunts after school? - Luna

Who remembers to pack the lunch(es)? - Naruko

Who is the more loved parent? - Both equally

Who is more likely to attend the PTA meetings?- Luna

Who cried the most at graduation? - Both

Who is more likely to bail the child(ren) out of trouble with the law? - Naruko

Cooking:

Who does the most cooking? - Naruko

Who is the most picky in their food choice? - Luna

Who does the grocery shopping? - Both

How often do they bake desserts? - Naruko might open up a shop

Are they more of a meat lover or a salad eater? - Both~

Who is more likely to surprise the other(s) with an anniversary dinner? - Naruko~

Who is more likely to suggest going out? - Luna

Who is more likely to burn the house down accidently while cooking? - Luna~ (Naruto had to put out the fire last time when it consumed 3/4 of the house)

Chores:

Who cleans the room? - Naruko

Who is really against chores? - Luna

Who cleans up after the pets? - Naruko

Who is more likely to sweep everything under the rug? - Luna

Who stresses the most when guests are coming over? - Luna

Who found a dollar between the couch cushions while cleaning? - Naruko

Misc:

Who takes the longer showers/baths? - Luna (By a few minutes because of how fluffy her tails are)

Who takes the dog out for a walk? - Naruko

How often do they decorate the room/house for the holidays? - Plenty~

What are their goals for the relationship? - Live Long and Prosper 

Who is most likely to sleep till noon? - Both

Who plays the most pranks? - Naruko

@flametales

//This ship shall be called.... Killer Vixens~//

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Hi! I love everything that you write and heh I am a fan! 😄 tbh this is my first time requesting something on Tumblr! If you don't mind and if I am not being a bother...can you write about how the guys would react If MC suddenly starts making meme references? I don't know how I got the idea but I am REALLY curious. And love you! :D

Hiya! Tyvm for the kind words, and apologies that this took a while! I hope you have the chance to enjoy it regardless ❤️❤️❤️ Love you too, sweet pea! I promise to get to the next request you’ve sent ASAP~

Aight but this would be hilarious because the range of the reactions is just ungodly. I will be putting this under a cut after Napoleon so I don’t clog up everyone’s dash, but all the suitors are included below otherwise! 

Comte is the one that recognizes a few, but didn’t really stay in modern times long enough to be as well-versed as a Gen Z kid might. Regardless he finds the wittiness and absolute chaotic fuckery to be delightful, and will 100% support the harmless nonsense. It never fails to get a laugh out of him

Mozart that first day be like: “Buzz off MC I hate you” MC, because she likes swinging bats at wasps’ nests: “Well that’s not very cash money of you” Mozart: ?????????? Comte, giggling in the bg like the secret fae he is This one’s just because I’m petty, but after the events of Comte rt I just imagine them encountering Vlad again and MC’s just “I lived bitch.” while Comte is flipping him off behind her lkjahgkjhdsg

Comte @ Leo when he finds the latter under his desk: Had it not been for the laws of this land, I would have slaughtered you.  MC: wheezing from the hallway as she’s about to give him his letters

MC: So how was your day, honey? Comte: Good, good--briefly had to go beastmode upon the punk that pilfered my lint roller MC, biting her lip to keep from laughing: So does Leo still have his kneecaps? Comte: for now.

Comte, @ literally anyone upsetting the MC: I won’t hesitate, bitch

Comte: Be careful with my emotional baggage, it’s designer

MC: What if I was evil and ran towards you at very fast speeds Comte: My arms are strong, I would catch and hug you

Leo and Dazai are the ones that don’t have a single reference point but are filled with so much dumbass chaos energy that they just. Understand immediately???? Nobody knows how or why, but they just catch on so fast--adapt the language in a matter of weeks. Never underestimate the power of combined boredom, depression, and humor

I swear to god I just see MC taking them their Blanc/Rouge and being like “here you go sir, one enslaved moisture” and they just go fucking hog wild from day one. MC starts impersonating Theo when he leaves the room around Dazai, like fake deep voice “you all only hate me because you do not like me and I am mean to you. grow up.” Or like the MC meets a baby on her travels with Leo around town and she holds them and says v seriously and sagely “So you are Baby? I have heard tales of your exploits.” and Leo about loses his shit right there. They both think MC is the funniest person alive--they’ve never been more eager to throw a ring at someone in their entire life.

Also a bonus for my beloved Dazai:  MC, facing even the slightest inconvenience (like dropping her fork) in the most dramtic voice possible: Life is not daijoubu. Dazai: wheezing

MC, after watching Theo turn down a woman at the bar in the meanest way possible: bro quit letting the darkness consume you u r scaring the hoes Dazai, literally rolling around on the ground, half-drunk and dying:

MC, walking alongside Dazai and stopping to stare at her reflection in the River Seine. Dazai’s expecting some sad or twisted shit, since people often feel comfortable talking about those things around him, but instead she just: “Oh, it’s you. The source of all my problems.” And he about falls into the river from shock HAHAHA

At this point don’t be surprised if his next book is about an absolute madlad woman similar to MC

Napoleon finds it to be a delightful quirk more than anything? He doesn’t really understand it, but he finds it funny when they change their voice for effect or speak in exaggerated tones. If it’s just comprehensible enough for an outsider to understand--or Sebas gives him context--chances are it’ll send him into a laughing fit

For this one I just imagine MC singing that Ratatouille meme song obnoxiously bad while cooking, and Napoleon and Comte are just so wildly amused by it bc it makes zero sense and it’s only vaguely French at this point

MC @ Napoleon while they’re cooking brunch: Can I offer you a nice egg in these trying times?

MC, conflicted because she’s tired and wanted to sleep in but also got to see Napo’s cute sleeping face for a few hours: For my next stunt, I’ll wake up at 5AM on the day I can sleep in. Sebas: Early to bed and early to rise makes a person healthy, wealthy, and wise MC: early to bed and early to rise makes me a massive bitch Napoleon: laughing in agreement

Isaac is the type to be bewildered and concerned at first (especially when he hears the more nihilistic ones hoOOOoooOO BOY) but eventually begins to understand it’s some bizarre attempt at humor (that hurts Zack baby). While some part of him laments that it reminds him of Dazai and he’s secretly jealous of how she and Dazai bond over it, he will sometimes join in the chaos when the mood strikes him and he’s feeling mischievous

Isaac: How are you feeling? MC: Oh, I’m not Isaac: seconds from dialing 911 Isaac: Are you okay? MC: Oh yeah dw I just suffer from that syndrome where your neutral expression makes you look like you’re an angry serial killer Isaac: say sike rn

Isaac, tutoring MC and correcting something:  MC, muttering while redoing it: The risk I took was calculated, but man am I bad at math. Isaac: unable to help a laugh

One time MC was avoiding Isaac for fear of hurting his feelings and he just confronts her like: Isaac: back by unpopular demand, me! What’s wrong, MC pls MC was so hecking proud of him

Isaac, telling MC about a recent discovery he learned at uni from another professor: bones typically heal stronger after they’ve been broken--so long as they’re set properly, of course MC, looking him dead in the eyes: So what you’re saying is that I should break every bone in my body until I become superhumanly powerful? Isaac: please do not, no

Mozart and Jeanne are just. Totally lost. Why are you talking like that??? Why are you making “crab hands”???? They don’t understand. Maybe never will. They reach a point where they just kind of laugh and shake their heads, endeared by the oddity after they’re used to it and have determined it isn’t a threat/insult. 

MC: It’s a cold and it’s a brooooken, Waluigi. Waaaaluigiiiii...waaaahluigi..... Mozart: surprised, then starts snickering and playing along on the piano

Arthur, asking MC very personal questions out loud because he is an idiot sometimes: Soooo MC, are you a top or a bottom? MC: I’m a threat. (If he asks a second time, the response will be “Wouldn’t you like to know, weatherboy.”) Jeanne, fighting a smile:

MC, about to punch an asshole: Your free trial of being alive has ended Jeanne, seconds from laughing for the first time in 100 years:

Also, because I genuinely can’t help myself. You know that knight meme like “Parry this you fucking casual.” I cannot stress enough that it is literally the personification of Jeanne’s entire character. I’m not even joking.

Arthur and Shakespeare are utterly fascinated by the rapid evolution of wordplay and the sheer hilarity. They will ask all about these so-called “memes” and ask for examples of them if MC can show them (either somehow accessing her phone or drawing them). MC draws Arthur the knife cat meme and he about a s c e n d s at the hilarity of it all, points and yells THEO IS HOLDING THE KNIFE. He is correct. They will be delighted and follow along eagerly, and--god forbid--will make their own based on late 19th century struggles.

Is this where Shakespeare got the idea for “What, you egg? stabs him” and “You are a saucy boy.”? I’m too scared to ask. Don’t even get me started on “The Fool jingled miserably across the floor.” That one is just too on the nose...

I can’t even imagine what would happen to Shakespeare if MC like translated vines and memes into Ye Olde English around him. Imagine she’s at one of those noble balls and hears rumors of these two guys living together and they’re so obviously gay and he says “And those gents w’re roommates.” And in the most false surprised tone ever MC just replies “oh mine own god, those gents w’re roommates.” Imagine having a wife that’s just as hilarious as you are and hits you with all the force of a bag of wet mice every time you speak in retaliation, he’s going into palpitations.

Every time Arthur does smth stupid MC just: “I Pretend I Do Not See It.”

Vincent is tickled pink by MC’s penchant for finding joy and/or amusement in nearly everything they do, and he smiles gently when he sees them muttering and laughing to themselves. He wants to be able to join them in what they love, but he has a harder time following along and understanding the darker humor sometimes. Mostly gets confused??? Please give him the easier ones to mimic and laugh when he tries--or just include him in your jokes MC. He’s babie your honor...

But he also. Will not. Stand any kind of self-deprecation or borderline verbal self-harm. He’s usually very easygoing and calm, but for whatever reason that stuff makes him go deathly quiet and upset.

MC, after something goes horribly wrong, hugging Vincent: Oh Vince, we really in it now Vincent: giggling a little despite his worries, relaxing

MC: Theo stop simping for Vincent that’s my job

MC, when Theo leaves the room and she gets Vincent all to herself: The evil is defeated.

MC: And this is where I would put my will to live...if I h a d one! Vincent: ;-; MC: oh shit, oh fuck, I was only kidding Vincent wait (MC was subsequently lectured and loved on for many hours)

Theo is conflicted because on the one hand, he loves to see you smiling and having fun. On the other, you’re clowning as hard as Dazai and Arthur and he can only handle so many monkeys in his circus. Most of the time he will roll his eyes and be the straight man of this comedy, but you might find him cracking a smile--or accidentally letting a chuckle slip past his lips now and again.

MC, after meeting Theo: I’m a nice person, but I’m about to start throwing rocks at people.

Theo, those first days: Oh? You’re approaching me? Instead of running away, you’re coming right to me? MC: I can’t beat the shit out of you without getting closer.

Theo: Every time I ask MC to explain “vibe check” to me she hits me with some kind of improvised weapon

MC, after the “incident” (you know the one): This year, I lost my dear lover Theo Theo, in the distance: QUIT TELLING EVERYONE I’M DEAD! MC: ;-; sometimes I can still hear his voice...

Sebastian is last because oh boy. OH BOYYYYY I LOVE HIM. Okay so the way I see this happening with Sebastian is just. So wild. Because at first he’s t r y i n g so hard to be the proper butler man. He does not meme. But then he starts to drift closer to what Niles from The Nanny was, where he’ll quip and joke in private or when the situation is just beyond the amount of absurdity he can handle without making a snarky comment. Everyone in the house can’t fathom how Sebas and MC got so close so fast, but there are points where they’re just “Are they even speaking English anymore???” It’s 11 times funnier than normal because Sebas almost never smiles or laughs when memeing, the deadpan quality of his playing along sends MC every time

Has ABSOLUTELY said “HEY. PANINI HEAD. ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING TO ME???” jokingly when MC made a mistake in the kitchen. They laugh about it for y e a r s

MC: I can’t date someone who keeps a lamb as a pet, that’s so weird Sebas, brushing Lotte in front of MC: MC: MC: Okay, I will make an exception because she looks very polite

MC and Sebas, fully aware of the fame some of the men will reach in modern times: We will watch your career with great interest.  (I s2g that’s like half of Sebas’ rt right there I’m crying)

Sebas rt with Lotte be like that 500 dollar Mareep meme: “sometimes a family can be just a boy, his gf, and their 500 dollar two foot tall Lotte”