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ੈ✩‧₊˚ balalaika x fem reader
synopsis: your hot cougar girlfriend has the audacity to bring you flowers :0 warnings: 18+, nsfw, female reader, gratuitous praise (use of ‘good girl’, pretty girl, etc.), implied consumption of alcohol, oral & fingering (receiving), edging/teasing and overstim, rough sex if you squint, striptease, biting &marking other warnings: gratuitous smoking (cigars, cigarettes) because obviously, implied consumption of alcohol but no one’s drunk, y/n is needy as fuck and aggressively bratty, it’s implied that y/n has a past as a dancer, Balalaika generally being the absolute gigachad she is, and implied age gap bc shes cougar milf i love this woman <3
You were absolutely certain that everyone was watching you and internally laughing at your misfortune. You figured the two men chuckling at the bar and grinning at you were placing their bets on whether or not you’d been stood up. The sounds of indistinct chatter, knives and forks scratching against plates, and the clink of wine glasses were slowly starting to drive you insane. The sheer presence of the couples at the surrounding tables was enough to throw you into a rage. You shifted in your seat as you glanced at the door yet another time, agitated. Your date was never late, and it was making you even more bothered. Perhaps you just weren’t that interesting to her anymore, and the thought of this had you fuming.
It had been almost three weeks since the two of you had last spoken, as a trip overseas had required her attention. You were never happy to see her leave for business without you, as you usually accompanied her, and this time around resulted in a teary goodbye at the airport. She’d promised you over and over again, suitcase in hand, that she’d call you whenever she could, as you clung to her and cried into her overcoat. The only contact you ended up having with her was one choppy 20-minute call from a payphone.
The sound of the door and a gust of cool air from outside caught your attention, and you lifted your eyes to see her walking towards you, a rare wide smile on her face and a bouquet in her arms. She looked so unbothered, and it made your blood boil. You’d normally rush right into her arms upon her return from a trip, but instead you stayed seated, blankly staring in her direction. She shot you a confused look, but nonetheless leaned in to greet you with a chaste peck on the cheek, resting the bouquet on the table.
“I missed you, sweetheart,” she whispered in your ear, giving your hand a quick squeeze. You gave her a half smile and pulled your hand away, making her furrow her brow in concern.
“Is something the matter?”
“No,” you said flatly, looking away from her to take a sip of your drink.
“I’m finding that hard to believe.” She shrugged off her overcoat and draped it over the back of her chair. “What happened? Was someone bothering you?”
“I said nothing was wrong.” You continued sulking and avoiding her gaze, and you heard her huff in frustration.
“Well, I thought you’d be happier to see me.”
“I’m not.” You looked up at her, staring at her blankly.
Her glass hit the table with a loud thud, making you jump. She glared at you, and you shifted in your seat, absentmindedly twirling the straw in your drink around.
“You’re not happy to see me?”
You shook your head and slumped back in your chair, crossing your arms.
“And why is that, darling?” Her tone was beginning to frighten you, but you decided to continue playing with fire for as long as she’d let you.
“I think you know why,” you retorted. She scoffed and lit a cigarette.
“It’s a shame. I was telling the man at the flower shop all about how excited I was to see my pretty girl after being away for so long.”
“I’m sure you left out the part where you barely spoke to me for two and a half weeks.”
“Ah. I figured that’s what this is all about.” You glanced down at your hands in your lap, and you heard her scoff. “I know I told you I wouldn’t have a lot of free time, darling. Don’t you remember when I said that?”
“Yes, but-”
She prodded your leg with her shoe. “That’s your explanation, then.”
“Twenty-four hours in a day and you couldn’t give me a call for one?”
“I’ve already explained myself.”
You slumped back in your seat and sighed.
“You’re mean.”
She laughed, blowing a cloud of smoke your way, and you scowled at her. She snuffed out her cigarette and leaned in close to you. You drew in a sharp breath as she reached under the table and squeezed your thigh, hard, digging her nails into your skin and making you wince.
“Keep on being an ungrateful brat, and I guarantee that you’ll regret it later.”
The smirk on her face made blood rush to your cheeks, which you unsuccessfully attempted to hide by taking a sip of your drink.
She gripped your hand, almost painfully so, when she guided you out of the restaurant and into the ride waiting for the two of you. The wordless drive home was an indication that you’d definitely gotten yourself into hot water. You were still pouting, slumped against the door and shooting her a glare every now and then. You’d set the comically large bouquet down on the seat as a barrier between the two of you. She didn’t even look in your direction, and she stared straight ahead, tight-lipped, with her arms folded.
Upon arriving home she unlocked the door and all but herded you into the room, and after she hung up her coat and yours, she guided you over to her desk, her hand resting on the small of your back.
“Still pouting?” she asked you, raising an eyebrow as she sat down in her desk chair. You sighed, leaning back against the cool wood of the desk to face her. You felt her hand squeeze your thigh, and she chuckled at your stubbornness.
“Be a good girl and pour me a drink, will you?” Her fingers moved up your thigh to play with the hem of your dress, a pretty white silk slip that hugged the curves and dips of your body. She’d bought it for you on your first trip together a few years back, and she still remembered how your face lit up when you opened the box, how you kissed and hugged and thanked her over and over again, telling her how much you loved it.
You nodded and wordlessly obeyed her, wandering over to the cabinet of fancy liquor along the wall. You took your time picking out a bottle, and swayed back to her, drink in hand, still avoiding eye contact.
“I’m going to bed,” you said plainly, setting the glass down on the desk. “I’ll see you in the morning.”
You slowly turned to leave, but you felt her arms snake around your waist, and she pulled you into her lap, her grip firm around you.
“Do you plan to behave like this all night?” You felt her breath fanning against your exposed neck, and her hand moving up your inner thigh, making you shiver. “Or will I need to fuck the attitude out of you?”
You drew in a sharp breath and squirmed in her lap.
“All flustered now?” She brushed her lips against your neck, gently kissing your hot skin as she squeezed your thigh.
You whimpered and squirmed some more in her lap when she gently bit down on your neck.
“Ah~” you breathed as you felt her fingers brush against your inner thigh, toying with the lace of your underwear.
“Get up.” She let you go with a squeeze to your waist, and you stood and turned around to face her, timid as she scrutinized you with her icy gaze.
“Take off your dress and your tights for me. Put on a show, like old times.”
Your eyes widened. Your days as a dancer were far behind you but it was how you met her, after all. Once in a while she’d ask you to strip for old times’ sake while she looked you up and down, a smirk on her face as she smoked one of her fancy cigars. It always ended with you beneath her on whatever surface was readily available, unsuccessfully trying to stifle the cries she elicited from you.
You fumbled with the sleeves on your dress, loosening them and sliding the sheer fabric down your body until it fell around your ankles. You stood in front of her in your underwear and tights, your face even more flushed. You were barely able to look her in the eyes, so you stared at the ground.
“Keep going,” she ordered, and you heard the creak of her chair as she leaned back in it. “I know you heard me correctly.” You nodded and slowly slid your tights down around your legs, stepping out of them daintily.
“Come sit.” She gestured to her lap and motioned for you to come towards her.
You walked over to her and straddled her lap, and she pulled you in for a kiss, the first real kiss she’d given you since she left. Even though it had been years since you met, her touch still flustered you, making your face flush and your heart race like it had the first time she’d ever kissed you. You kissed her needily, almost feverishly, moaning into her mouth when she gave your waist a gentle squeeze and bit your bottom lip. Desperate for any kind of relief, you started to gently grind against her thigh, but she stopped you, holding you still before you could get any satisfaction. She pulled away from the kiss, and gently brushed a thumb against your bottom lip.
“Can you sit on the desk for me, love?” she said softly. You obeyed her immediately, shivering as the cold wooden surface met your bare thighs. You crossed your arms, suddenly feeling conscious of just how little you were wearing, and how the thin lace adorning your body left very little to the imagination. You felt your face grow hot again, and you looked down at your hands in your lap.
“Look at me.” She tilted your chin up, and your eyes reluctantly met hers. There was a wry smirk on her face, and it made your heart skip a beat.
“I gave you this set for your birthday,” she said softly, brushing her fingertips against the lace of the skimpy bra you wore. “It’s still your favorite, no?” You nodded.
“It looks beautiful on you.” She gently tugged at the pretty bow between your breasts. “You must have worn this for a reason.”
You found it nearly impossible to keep eye contact with her, and your eyes wandered back down to your lap, making her chuckle.
“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” she asked you, teasingly. “ You’re acting like I’ve never seen you like this before.” She ran a hand through your hair and suddenly pulled you closer so your face was inches away from hers.
“Where’s all that attitude you gave me earlier, hm?”
“I-I’m sorry,” you squeaked, “I-”
“Seems you wanted this to happen all along,” she giggled, leaning forward to suck at the exposed flesh of your neck. You gasped as she bit down on the soft skin, trailing her fingertips down your body until she reached the waistband of your underwear. She tugged at the thin lace, helping you lift your hips to slide it down around your ankles.
“Lean back,” she said coolly, firm hands gripping your thighs and pushing them apart. You nodded and obeyed her, resting against the cool surface of the desk. You gasped quietly when you felt her brush her fingertips against your inner thighs, and she shifted closer to the desk.
“Don’t worry, I’ll give you all the attention you want,” she whispered. You felt her fingers part the folds of your pussy, and you let a quiet moan escape your lips.
“So wet already,” she chuckled, gently sliding a finger inside you. “So pretty.”
She started to fuck you on her fingers slowly and sensually, making you writhe on the surface of the desk. Her pace was painfully slow, and you began to whimper in frustration. She smirked at you and continued her gentle pace.
“What is it, darling?”
“Nothing, I-“ you stuttered, leaning on your elbows to look at her. “I need more, please. Please.”
“More? But I’m already making you feel so good, aren’t I?”
“Y-yes, but I-“
“Be a good girl and take what I give you.”
You felt her lean forward to press kisses to your thighs, her warm breath fanning against the exposed skin and making you squirm. You whimpered when you felt her flatten her tongue against your pussy, and you sighed when she started to kiss your clit.
“I-I missed you, I’m sorry…,” you babbled, frantically pulling at her hair and grinding against her face.
“I know, sweetheart,” she whispered. “I missed you too.” You moaned again, louder this time, at the feeling of her fingers filling you again, and you writhed beneath her, grabbing her free hand and interlocking your fingers with hers.
You started to shake and your moans grew more desperate, and she pulled away just as you reached the edge, making you whine and huff in frustration. She chuckled and kissed your thigh.
“You didn’t think I would let you off that easily, did you?” she asked you teasingly.
“Please let me-“ You were silenced by her lips meeting yours, the taste of her fancy cigars lingering in your mouth and her cool hands cupping your flushed face.
“Patience, darling,” she giggled, resting her forehead against yours when she pulled away from the kiss.
“I just want to feel you,” you whimpered, looking up at her with pleading eyes and toying with a loose lock of her hair.
“And you will.” She continued to tease you, leaving hickeys down your neck and on your breasts, making you moan and tangle your fingers in her hair.
“Do you know how much I missed you?” she whispered, pressing kisses to the skin of your stomach. “I thought about you all the time, darling. I missed how you taste, how you feel, all those pretty little sounds you make.”
Your back arched off the table as you felt her tongue against you again, and by now your cries were frantic and desperate. You were almost certain unsuspecting passersby could hear you through the open window in the corner of the room, but you were too caught up in her to care.
After a while you’d lost count of how many orgasms you’d had, how many times you’d clenched your thighs around her head or her hand. You were flushed, panting, and practically sobbing, your back arching on the surface of the desk as you writhed while she held you down.
“I-it’s too much, please-“ you blurted out, grabbing her wrist and feebly attempting to tug her hand away from between your legs.
“Oh, darling, it’s too much? I thought you wanted all my attention, so why are you crying?” She turned your head with her free hand so you were looking her in the eyes. “I think you should actually be thanking me.”
The pleasure was so intense you could barely speak, and it was verging on pain. You squeezed your eyes shut, but she grabbed your face roughly this time, squeezing your cheeks and forcing you to look at her again.
“What did I say?”
“Thank- fuck! Thank you,” you gasped, tightening your thighs around the hand between them.
“Good girl.” She leaned in to kiss you and hush your cries as you were hit with yet another orgasm, sucking on your tongue and nipping at your lips until they were red and swollen and glossy with spit. She thought you were a beautiful mess like this, your chest heaving and your skin flushed and covered in her hickeys and bite marks.
“Clean me off,” she ordered, sticking her slick-covered fingers into your open mouth and nearly making you gag. You immediately obeyed her, your wide and glassy eyes fixed on her.
“Do you still think I’m mean, love?” she asked you, brushing the sweat and tear-soaked hair away from your forehead. You nodded once you caught your breath, making her laugh. She kissed your forehead and helped you sit back up, a gentle hand rubbing the small of your back as you sat in front of her.
“Are you all right?” She asked you, taking your hands and squeezing them gently. You nodded, and she pulled you in.
“I love you,” you mumbled into her hair as she held you.
“I know, darling. I love you too.”
You giggled as she scooped you up in her arms and carried you to the bedroom, where she laid you gently on the bed and sat beside you.
“Tired?” she teased, twirling a lock of your hair between her thumb and forefinger. You nodded and snuggled against her, laying your head in her lap.
“I’m not finished with you yet, darling.” She sighed and began to undo the buttons on her blouse, and your eyes widened. You really should have known better.
“Don’t look so surprised,” she teased. “You still have to take care of me, remember?”
You nodded, your face still flushed. She kissed you, taking your hand and guiding it over to the zipper on her skirt.
“Be a good girl and get on your knees.”
#balalaika x reader#balalaika black lagoon#black lagoon x reader#black lagoon smut#balalaika smut#sofiya pavlovna smut#sofiya pavlovna x reader
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Balalaika NSFW Alphabet
no one asked but I delivered
Im a man so intended amab reader but can be gn with a dick ig!
A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
REALLY depends on who’s topping or “bottoming”. Which also depends on how she feels and how well she knows you and trusts you.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
I think she really likes your face. Something’s just so intimate about it. Seeing your expressions is how she knows if she’s doing good or not.
im gonna say she likes her boobs. Have you seen those things? She knows she can get away with anything with them ❤️
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
She likes it anywhere. I think face, tits and inside are her favorites though. On you, definitely your face from eating her out.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
Has humped your pillows before ☝🏽 all of them. Numerous times.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
I feel like she’s experienced but hasn’t had a lot of hook ups because of the military? Probably knows a lot about sex but hasn’t but much to work before you
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
cowgirl or full nelson! If she’s on top of you she’ll ride you like there’s no tomorrow. If your the dominant she wants you to put her in the meanest full nelson.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
I think very serious. Sex is a big thing for her. She barely trusts and if she’s trusts you to have sex with her, nevertheless dom her? She’s serious about it.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
It’s either trimmed or a bush I feel like. I think she hates it bald because itching but I also don’t know if she’d let it go fully? Your choice I guess!
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
She’s very romantic. If she even got to sex with you she adores you. Drops L-bombs during sex 100%.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
Not frequently at all. She never did it in the military and after she only did it to relieve stress rarely. She’s got you, no point in it anymore to be fair.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
Honestly feel like she’s got a major breeding kink. Also maybe a bit of ma’am or mommy kink going on.
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
Anywhere private? I don’t think she’d like much risky places. She has a reputation to uphold!
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
Anything sweet you do for her or her soldiers. You’re a breath of fresh air behind closed doors whether you are a criminal like them or a civilian that got swept up into the chaos.
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
No bathroom kinks or stuff like that. No sharing you, any weird fetishes or stuff like that.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
she gives some CRAZY head. Tit jobs are insane. She loves receiving more though. You will be drowning in it (sounds like a good time)
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
She rides fast and rough and expects you to go fast and rough. Unless you two are exhausted it’s pretty aggressive sex.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
Pretty often I’d say since she’s so busy.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
like I said, she’s got a reputation to uphold. Riskiest place is in her office I’d say.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
Crazy stamina, thighs do not ache for hours.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
Maybe a small vibrator for when nights got to lonely before you.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
she’s a big tease. Won’t let you cum for a while if she feels like it. Even if your on top she loves to mess around with you and move her hips when your trying to catch your breath.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
A groaner and moaner. Very breathy and hoarse. Probably no screams or whimpers.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
I think she wants you to hump her pussy real bad. No penetration. Just watching you rut back and forth hitting her clit is a dream. Wet sounds to the max.
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
#F9EBEA or #FADBD8 for her vulva and all that. Meaty pussy‼️🙏🏽
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
All depends on you. Long nights at work where she finally gets a break she wants to feel you close. But otherwise you’ll probably have to initiate.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
really don’t think that fast. I honestly think a lot of the nights you’ll have to fuck her to sleep. Her head runs around like crazy and she just needs to forget it all and doze off.
#dom reader#dom male reader#black lagoon#balalaika#balalaika black lagoon#black lagoon x reader#balalaika smut#male reader
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it's everyone's favorite time of the year, and there's no better time for me to come back to writing for a bit <3
so, here's my list of my kinktober prompts for this year, along with the characters i'll be writing for.
reminder, this is an 18+ event, so, minors fuck off please.
due to the contents of some of these prompts, the writings will only be posted on ao3 for certain days. i'll make sure to provide a link to my ao3 post as well as a warning beforehand!
unfortunately, as i have some worsening health issues, some of these fics may be a tad bit late to be posted. of course, i will try to publish these all on time. love you guys ! <3
- updates will come out when i can get them out <3 prompts will continue to be published outside of october
day 1 | voyeurism - gyro zeppeli -- day 2 | dacryphilia - doppio and diavolo day 3 | size difference - jotaro kujo day 4 | mutual masturbation - gappy higashikata day 5 | femdom - weather report day 6 | blood kink - DIO (ao3 exclusive~) day 7 | sex pollen/gangbang - la squadra
wlw will be real this week. day 8 | strap on - balalaika day 9 | vanilla - mitsuri kanroji day 10 | mommy kink - kaato higashikata day 11 | exhibitionism - jolyne kujo day 12 | multiple orgasms - ermes costello day 13 | facesitting - casca day 14 | lingerie - yasuho hirose
day 15 | surprise ! day 16 | accidental stimulation - haruchiyo sanzu day 17 | degredation - il dottore day 18 | praise kink - al haitham day 19 | cockwarming - neuvillette day 20 | outdoor sex - guts day 21 | fuck or die - guts & griffith (ao3 exclusive~)
day 22 | floor sex - johan liebert day 23 | car sex - ghiaccio day 24 | office sex - yoshikage kira day 25 | first time & exhibitionism - noriaki kakyoin day 26 | breeding - young! joseph joestar day 27 | sex tape & threesome - prosciutto & risotto nero day 28 | edging - enrico pucci
day 29 | somnophilia & cnc - narciso anasui (ao3 exclusive~) day 30 | monsterfucking - diego brando (ao3 exclusive~) day 31 | surprise!
#jjba x reader#vic writes#berserk x reader#black lagoon x reader#monster x reader#johan liebert x reader#balalaika x reader#kinktober#kinktober 2023#genshin x reader#genshin smut#tokyo revengers x reader#sanzu haruchiyo x reader#demon slayer x reader#demon slayer smut#tokyo revengers smut#jjba smut
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‼️black lagoon 🖤 turned me gay🏳️🌈 !!!😱 (real)🤯 (not clickbait)‼️
#black lagoon#rereading#the manga i see that my taste for fluffy haired toned women may stem from here#balalaika#roberta cisneros#i looove revy bro#i love how fellow lesbians draw her fr#im working on a drawing of her rn#also a little smut thing between her and eda because im very lonely#hehehehe
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Discussed Band AU Trektober prompt with @createen
Spock plays bass. He just does.
Jim takes over the mike and the lead guitar, furiously playing complicated riffs between the verses.
McCoy doesn't really want to be there. So he hides in the shadows playing the keyboard and occasionally the harmonica (just found out it's also called mouth organ and it sounds kinda weird to me, probably because I read too much smut lol)
Scotty takes care of electronic stuff and drum tracks or something. Also, the bagpipe, of course.
Chekov occasionally joins them with a balalaika. Does he wear a trapper hat during their performances? Who knows.
Uhura plays the electric violin, fierce and passionate as I see her.
Sulu... Huh. Maybe rhythm guitar.
I'm definitely not writing this. But I miiiight draw some of it.
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This fic is inspired by @balalaika-apologist‘s brilliant idea of a hellsing/black lagoon role swap au crossover.
The alutegra dynamic, but with Integra and Balalaika from Black Lagoon. Basically, one traumatized bloodthirsty violent vampire exchanged with another. Fem!alutegra if you will, with some differences. F/F. Rated M, no smut. More explanation at the end of the post.
“The vampire’s first name for her is khozyain, a word she does not understand the weight of yet, but the second name rests heavier on her shoulders and on her tongue. Master.” - Bloodbath by girlycards
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The shadows crept along the floor, a spiraling pattern dotted with speckles of blood, when the figure materialized with a flutter of a green coat, sharp black heels steadying against the floor.
“I’m back, my Master.”
The woman raised her head, her scars stretched across alabaster skin, red eyes behind thick lashes watching her intently. Integra looked up from her desk, exhaling slowly.
Balalaika’s lips curved to a sharp smile. “It’s all taken care of, without delay.”
The Russian came carrying the blood of her enemies, shrugging it off like her heavy coat as she rose to her full length, towering above Integra’s desk, blonde hair falling down her shoulders.
The crimson splash of her suit was a vivid contrast to her sharp nails and shiny lips, no doubt sated after tonight’s bloodbath. These days hunting was easy, thanks to the vampire who stood at Hellsing’s front lines, eager to tear into anything in her way.
Balalaika never held back, and Integra played along, and every so often they would slide off the deep end quickly and brutally in a mutual haze.
“Well done.” Integra raised from her desk, putting her cigar out in the ashtray and approaching her. Balalaika’s expectant eyes followed her, then moved to the bared skin above her collar.
“I tracked them back to the source,” Balalaika said, eyeing the dying cigar for a moment, her head slightly tilted to the side. “Once again, I demonstrated the brute force of the Hellsing organization.”
Integra had seen her vampire in battle before; Balalaika in all her brutal glory, moving like a blur of green and red, using her bare hands to swiftly and viciously dispose of the creatures that came her way, not bothering to draw her old Stechkin unless she was surrounded. She worked well with the rest of the soldiers; they followed her lead without question, trusting her instincts, even respecting her.
Integra was aware of the woman’s gaze lingering on her skin, how she listened to her pulse.
“You’ve executed your job well, servant.” Integra slowly slipped her glove off.
Everyone needed an incentive to remain loyal, even if they were bound by blood.
Balalaika knelt, slowly, looking up all the while, eyes wide and hungry, lips parting to reveal her teeth. Integra’s lips curved, as Balalaika opened her mouth.
Integra slid her finger against a letter opener, swiftly, then held out her hand, watching how Balalaika’s eyes followed the drop of blood dangling off the wound, until one slowly fell onto her pink bottom lip.
A sharp tongue darted out to taste it, then Integra slowly caressed her lip, smearing the blood across the vampire’s lips, making her eyes widen.
Soon, Balalaika’s tongue slid across her finger, eager and breathless, licking up the red as Integra stroked her lips. She watched as her vampire sucked greedily, her eyes fluttering shut, moaning quietly.
There was no excuse, but Integra liked to see her vampire well-fed, the pink flush on her face when she was sated. She had learned long ago that content soldiers led to more efficient missions.
“Don’t bite,” Integra warned her, slipping her finger deeper into Balalaika’s mouth, slipping past those shark teeth with practiced ease, adding another finger, and those lips sucked harder for a moment.
When her finger went numb, Integra slowly withdrew, seeing Balalaika’s eyes open and watch her, displeased at the loss.
Integra let her hand linger at the vampire’s jawline for a moment, their gazes meeting, stroking the side of Balalaika’s face. Blonde strands moved up to stroke her hand, sending a chill through her as she withdrew completely.
Balalaika rose to her full length, towering above Integra, licking her lips. She was standing too close, a self-assured smile sliding into place.
“Is there anything else you require, Integra, let me know.”
Integra’s hand moved to hers, wordlessly, her gaze sharp. The element of trust that existed between them had been built from years, even with Balalaika’s endless appetite for killing, her disregard of civilians and collateral damage, they kept up these nightly sessions, ever so often.
And every so often Integra would allow her vampire to come closer, press her lips against her throat. Every so often, hidden by the dusk light of her office, she would allow this little show of trust. Balalaika’s tongue pressed against her pulse point, feeling the quickened pace of it. It slid along her throat, softly.
Integra would brush those lips with her own, tasting the lingering rusty residue of her own blood as Balalaika leaned in and swiftly closed the distance between them, kissing her without restraint– until Integra pushed back, her hand in her hair, reminding her of her place.
Those sharp nails moved across the back of her neck, an imitation of gentleness, then slid down to her chest, tracing her open shirt and brushing against her brasserie, making Integra reflexively press her hips against hers.
It was all a show of trust, Integra would say to herself, when she told the vampire to kneel before her.
Balalaika’s lips stretched to an expectant smile.
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For non-BL fans, behold sharp teeth Balalaika which partially inspired my idea of vampire B (aka the panel that drove me to write for this ship to get it out of my head. she lives rent free there now. oh well.)
#balategra#integra hellsing#balalaika#black lagoon#hellsing#alutegra#maybe i can get some alutegra friends on this? tagging it bc its essentially no major difference if it were girlycard#only a few minor different changes#my story
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35. Ramble about any fic-related thing you want!
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Thanks for this ask! I really want to ramble and it took me a while to figure out, what I want to ramble about, but I think this is my chance to vent about my latest ideas.
I’m currently listening to a lot of rap, which makes all my ideas a little disturbing or dark, but well, I really enjoy writing that. @caelys casted my as horror genre and the longer I think about it, it really suits me!
Right now, I’m writing a John & Lizzie one shot, which is set before season 1 but after the war and it contains a smut part, but it won’t be a smut like the normal stuff, not because it’s so brutal or something like that, but it’s not going to be fluffy and there are certainly zero romantic feelings involved, which is also the reason why I refuse to call it John/Lizzie because their whole relationship is very platonic to me. And well, I’m a little self-concious, if I can express the right vibe to the situation.
Then I thought about keep working on a fic, I wrote in november. This would be a multi-chapter and I stopped writing mid first chapter, because then I had other ideas and sort of forgot about this one. It would be a John X OFC and my first plan for the chapters was to make it really fluffy and light-hearted, but because I forgot about it, I thought this might be a little to boring and I’m going to spice it up with a little love-hate-relationship and I’m make the whole dynamic different between them. lately I noticed, that every fandom likes to catagorise characters in top/bottom dynamics or dom/sub dynamics, and I never really liked that and then I had this idea of making a light bdsm switcher version, something without the classic schemes and more twisted. Both of them are switchers and want both to be dominated and to dominate the other.... which would be a very unhealthy relationship, but it’s fiction and nobody has to read that xD
And my last and latest idea was about a modern!au with Tommy... which I haven’t wrote for yet.... besides some plays in german- yeah and I thought about one of my favorite gangs shows besides peaky and this is Black Lagoon. I really adore Balalaika and I kinda wished PB had a woman like this (don’t get me wrong, I love Polly) who just owns the game and is even more evil than every male character in the show. Damn, every time they talk about Balalaika it’s so funny, because they drop a specific comment almost everytime. “She and her team could independently start the third world war... and she would win this thing.” And this is the most badass sentence I have ever heard! Well, and I have this list of cross-overs I’m never going to write in my head, and writing something about Tommyand Balalaika would be genius. They would verbally rip each others heads off! So I go the idea, what would Tommy do when he loses and has to leave Birmingham for good. He is in exil, he hates every minutes of it, his life is very much pointless rn and then because he is so bored, he just starts a war with another gang, with a female leader, (which is not going to be Balalaika, but a similar character) and I’m not sure, if this is going to be a series or a one shot, but I still doubt anybody would read this. maybe I need to overthink this for at least ten times and then I make up my mind!
long texts, sry :D
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Would you make a fic rec list of your favorite tour fics? Please?
Hi anon! I know it’s been like a month since you’ve sent this ask, but in honor of the tour being over, I’m finally going to do it:) I’m going to narrow this down to a list of fics about II and not any other tours, because otherwise it would be too much.
In no particular order:
make this feel like home (M, 6.1k) by @onedirectionticketss1 - a fic about realistic tiredness and conflict that just hit all the spots for me. The mood is set incredibly well and the characterizations are on point.
Insight Between Black and White (T, 4.6k) by @tortitabby - a fic about Phil accidentally outing them during the tour. Although perhaps the tour is not the main focus of this story, it still plays a big part in it. I absolutely love this fic. It has such a real and raw way of dealing with this issue, I was absolutely blown away.
who you are (and what i am when i’m with you) (G, 1.3k) by @nihilismdan - a fic about being free to be yourself by not being yourself. Incredibly thoughtful and beautiful fic.
averagely enough (G, 1.5k) by @watergator - a rare and thoughtful look at Dan’s relationship with his dad.
matte black (G, 1.4k) by @waveydnp - oh this fic has everything. Family, love, relationship analysis, sexuality and identity introspection, and all of it in 1.4k incredibly beautifully written words.
for a better tomorrow (G, 7.7k) by @cityofphanchester - an incredibly nuanced take on a depressive episode during the tour and how people around you can be affected.
all my faces are alibis (T, 7.4k) by @onedirectionticketss1 - another beautiful take on Dan’s depression. It’s also about admitting your struggles to yourself and learning to accept that, and it’s really the type of fic we all need in our lives.
Hungover but Sober (T, 3k) by thesassykels66 - another fic about mental health on tour, this time about Phil. The anxiety and tiredness in this fic is palpable and I can feel it in my very bones.
a night’s interlude (E, 4.6k) by @symmetricdnp - one more take on Phil’s mental state during the tour. It’s heartbreakingly true to life and vulnerable, but also really happy.
tea when the weather’s fine (T, 1k) by @alittledizzy - one more take on Phil’s struggles during the tour. I love reading Mandy’s take on Phil’s mind, it always makes me feel like I learned something new about him as a person.
inside looking out (T, 3.1k) by @waveydnp - jealousy, which is like my favorite trope, done so so thoughtfully and realistically. This is the fic I would ask for if I could choose any fic in the world to read.
Off Kilter (T, 2k) by @tortitabby - another brilliant jealousy fic, complete with partners knowing each other to the bone, mental health discussions and learning to live with yourself.
for you are not beside but with me (E, 6.9k) by @obsessivelymoody - Dan and Phil visiting Vancouver. One of those fics that makes you feel like you are actually in this place, and made me want to go to Vancouver even more than before.
say your confessions (T, 2.3k) by @watergator - Dan and Phil on their tour stop in India. Has a lot of feelings and nostalgia, and made me really emotional when I read it.
spreepark (G, 1.3k) by @templeofshame - another fic that’s more about a place than about people. It’s so beautiful and immersive, I feel as though I’m taken out of the world I am in every time I read it.
we got the north lights (E, 1k) by @alittledizzy - a reaction to Dan’s instagram selfie, sweet, lovely, sexy and very beautiful.
starving (G, 2.6k) by @waveydnp - a fic about difficulties tour brings, specifically lack of comfort and privacy. As with all of Sarah’s fics, the emotions are so raw and real, that they consume you entirely when you read. Absolutely beautiful fic.
10,000 emerald pools (E, 2.9k) by @kay-okays - really really really well written sex. Can’t stress enough how great it is.
coco bomb (E, 1.9k) by @waveydnp - tour sex done the best way, with so much love, trust and passion, that it makes me just really happy that they have each other.
stuck in last night (E, 1.2k) by @iihappydaysii - some lovely tour sex done by the king of smut himself (I miss you Ash
head over heels (E, 2.9k) by @waveydnp - some more deliciously well written sex for all your tour sex needs.
Would love to spend a day in the clouds (G, 2.2k) by @det395 - very well done outsider POV.
let’s hear it for the boys (T, 1.2k) by @queerofcups - a fic about Dan and Phil going to pride, which is just bursting with freedom and nuance.
Also, feel free to ignore what comes next, as it’s shameless self promo:
Let your balalaika sing (T, 3.3k) - Dan and Phil in Russia.
Brotherly (G, 1.7k) - a fic from Martyn’s point of view while on tour.
Sorry about that.
I spent a lot of time doing this, so I hope you find something to read:) If I forgot any of your favorites feel free to let me know! I honestly think that the best thing about this tour was the insane amount of wonderful tour related fic. Thank you, all of you lovely writers
#phan#phanfiction#fic rec#fic rec list#this took me forever#so i hope it's useful to at least someone:)#i'm not going to be taking any suggestions for fic rec lists for some time#i'm a little bit overwhelmed right now#but i'll let you know when i can do more:)#thank you for being so patient with me
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My Masterlist
IM BACK!!! I write for all these lovely fandoms! I’m a bi (prefer men) man so usually male reader and preferably dom but I’ll occasionally do sub reader 😁. No smut for minors but I will write platonic for them. No bodily functions kinks like scat or piss, no fem reader! Anyways, great to be back. Love yall! Requests closed temp!!!
Moamen’s Family!!!🍉🇵🇸
Shaima’s family!!! 🍉🇵🇸
Karam’s Family!!! 🍉🇵🇸
Roba’s Family!!! 🍉🇵🇸
Mahmoud’s Family!!!🍉🇵🇸
Mohammed’s Family!!!🍉🇵🇸
Aya’s Family!!!🍉🇵🇸
Hamdi’s Family!!!🍉🇵🇸
Karam!!!🍉🇵🇸
I mainly write for:
SkullGirls
Resident Evil
Chris Redfield
Albert Wesker
Leon S. Kennedy
Luis Sera
Dead By Daylight
Pyramid Head
Danny Johnson
David 👑
Trapper
The Oni
Call Of Duty
König
Alejandro Vargas: Dom! Male! Reader
Ghost
141 x Mysterious! Male! Reader
141 x Greek! Male! Reader who’s crazy drunk
Phillip Graves X Male reader smut
Madness Combat
MGS
Venom Snake
Liquid Snake x male reader smut
Raiden X male reader fluff
JJK
Nanami Kento 🫶🏼
Gojo Satoru
Toji Fushiguro/Zenin
Black Lagoon
Balalaika NSFW alphabet
Random Writes:
Patrick Bateman Smut: Dom Male Reader
I’ll write for every character too but if it’s a minor than no smut but platonic is allowed.
So uh yeah see y’all around
#madness combat x reader#cod x reader#skullgirls x reader#Dead by daylight x reader#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jjk x reader#black lagoon#black lagoon x reader
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