#balalaika x reader

[amphibiahawks321]

So how about some more Black lagoon stuff with Balalaika and Revy(seperate),just having a boyfriend who just straight up an energetic and affectionate person. He just seems like he shouldn't be in roanapur, much less dating someone like Revy or balalaika, but he is despite being the opposite personality wise.

[in balalaika's office, she's focusing on a map of roanapur, planning a large operation–only for Y/N to bursts inside her office]

M!Reader : Sofiyaa! guess who brought you luuuunch!✨ Figured you needed a break considering you're soooooo underslept!

[Balalaika starts smirking, her eyes start focusing on Y/N Infront of her]

Balalaika : You know you're walking into a war zone don't you dear~? I don't really have much time for a lunch break...

[Her eyes now softened by Y/N's kind gesture]

M!Reader : A war zone? Sounds fun! And things won't be out of control because you're always the one control the operations Sofi!

[Balalaika starts calming down by Y/N's sweet words]

Balalaika : Sighs... Guess you're right sweetheart.... I don't wanna overworked myself too much, if that happened how will i spoil my sweetheart rotten?~

M!Reader : Aww, you know you've given me enough dear!

Balalaika : I know, that's what makes it so much fun~

M!Reader blushing : even overworked you still have the energy to flirt...

[Y/N placed the food down onto her desk which she happily starts eating it, balalaika stares Infront of her to see Y/N excitedly waiting for her comment]

Balalaika : Chuckles... Finally some good food...

[Balalaika says trying to make it look like she's saying it casually so that Y/N would be more happy she's enjoying it (which he did)]

Balalaika : You know, I still can't believe the idea someone so thoughtful and affectionate such as yourself could even be in roanapur my dear

M!Reader : energetic is my middle name baby!

Balalaika : I'm wouldn't be surprised if that's true~♡...... Hmm......

M!Reader : Hm? Something wrong? Oh no... DID I PUT TOO MUCH–

Balalaika : No no, it's nothing dear, I actually just thought of a way you help me relax love

[Y/N gasp dramatically and puts down his hands on balalaika's desk with determination]

M!Reader : What is it!?✨

[A couple of minutes later, Balalaika is still eating her meal but now with Y/N sitting on her lap]

M!Reader blushing : ......

[Balalaika chuckles and she gave Y/N a kiss on his neck]

[Revy outside a bar leaning against a wall, cigarette between her lips looking tough like usual, Y/N shows up in high spirits like usual]

[Y/N walks up to revy and joyfully hugs her making revy shocked but she's basically used to it at this point]

M!Reader : Revy! I miss you so much!

Revy : Yeah yeah, cut the affectionate crap I miss you too...

M!Reader : Since we're off today I was thinking we could do something fun today!

Revy : .....

[Revy starts staring at Y/N like you've lost your mind]

Revy : Fun? You think Hanging out in this shithole is fun?

M!Reader : Come on don't be like that! You're too awesome to be looking grumpy today! Come on just you, me having fun! Trust me it'll be fun!✨

[Revy about to refuse immediately but she sees Y/N genuinely excited to hang out with her....]

[Revy thought 💭]

Fuuck those eyes...

Revy : Sighs... You're absolutely batshit crazy you know that?

M!Reader : Nope! I just wish to see you smile more today!

Revy : .......

[Revy softened a bit by Y/N's dumb yet sweet comment]

[Revy thought 💭]

T-This asshole...

Revy : Sighs... Fine fine let's go, not like I was gonna do anything today anyway, just don't get yourself killed, okay?

M!Reader : With you around? Never!–.....

[Y/N felt revy's hand intertwining and locking itself with Y/N's hand]

M!Reader blushing : ......

Revy : What? Can't I hold my man's hand or some shit? Don't get it through your head too hard hyper boy....

[winnieiscalmeth]

Black Lagoon women react to their real name being called

[Posted on another account but migrated to this one]

Prompt:You simply wanted to see how they would react to being called by their actual name.

Revy "Rebecca" Lee

-She'd probably be the most comfortable with you calling her by her name since its mentioned a couple of times.

-It will still confuse her but wouldn't really give a fuck.

-Would worry about her doing something wrong at first.

"Rebecca can you hand me that?" Revy pauses.

"...huh"

"I said can you hand me the magazine."

"What the fuck did I do now?"

"Nothing!"

"Then why the fuck did you use my real name?!"

"Is it not your name?!"

"Yeah! But don't fucking say it like that you had me scared for a second"

"shit my bad"

Roberta "Rosarita Cisneros"

-Run.

-Nah I'm joking.

-But would deadass be concerned on how you found her real name.

-Panicking internally.

"Rosarita, the little one wanted you-" Roberta stiffened.

"Who."

"..Garcia?"

"How do you know my name?"

"Oh! I just asked Mr.Lovelace...well more like begged him."

"Don't do that again."

"Noted"

Balalaika "Sofia Irinovskaya"

-Surprisingly calm about it.

-Will still interrogate you.

-And you would have to be a really good detective to be able to find her real name..

"Yo Sofia, Dutch, said you needed my-"

"First off how do you know my name."

"I'm not supposed to know my future wi-"

"Where did you find it"

"...I was snooping around your office when you weren't here."

"Why?"

"I got bored waiting for you"

"What else do you know?"

"Baby-"

[thedazzlesun]

Balalaika x Fem!Reader

(1.5k+ Word Count) (Suggestive material, some swearing)

Note: Reader has gun trauma/phobia

You hear the clinking of familiar metal. You freeze up, quickly trying to get yourself to brush it off. You were surrounded by drinks and idle chatter; it had to be an unfortunate mixture of sounds that you heard. She looks at you in confusion, eyes contemplating whether or not to worry. She shifts and you hear it again, softer. She has a--

You immediately swallow rising puke in your throat. It had to be a mistake. There was no possible way you could hear a soundless gun in the middle of a nightclub. Even if her scars screamed battle, even if she’s still with the military, there’s no way she’d have a gun.

She opens her mouth to offer to get some water, since you’re turning pale and starting to shake but you break yourself out of whatever trance you were in before she can speak. 

“Can I get you anything? You haven’t gotten a drink since you came in.” 

She had introduced herself as a military captain on special orders, and she was looking for someone who liked coming to this particular bar. 

She shook her head.

“Ah, no, thank you. I’d much rather you stay here. My target fancies pretty girls like you, and I don’t want to jeopardize you in case he’s already here.”

She drums her fingers on the table. The acrylic nails sound softly comforting. 

“Right, yeah, I’m helpless and defenseless…”

“No, that’s not what I imp-“

“Don’t sugarcoat it. I’ve heard plenty of it working here.” 

She looked pleasantly surprised at your bitterness. 

“I see.”

“…are you sure I can’t get you anything, miss….”

“Call me Balalaika.”

“I hope that's a codename.” 

She smiled, and it looked genuine amidst the atmosphere.

“Why’s a pretty girl like you working at a place like this?”

“Well, uhm, money. They pay me better here because I’m young and pretty.”

“Does it compensate for how you’re treated?” 

“It… it’s better than my other job.”

She doesn’t pry. Her fingers keep tapping away on the table. Your eyes keep wandering to them, getting in a small trance as you watch. 

Without a new conversation you look around awkwardly, wanting to get away. Not really, you liked where you were. This strange woman gave you a strange sense of comfort. However, your boss wouldn’t be too happy to find that you’ve been with a new customer since you started your shift…

Speaking of the devil, you see him coming out of the back room. He comes over to you after meeting your eyes.

He slings an arm behind you, his grip going to your shoulder.

“What are you doing all the way back here? The party’s in the front.”

“Ah- Well-”

“Is this your boss?”

The two meet eyes, and she smiles dryly. 

His grip tightens and he eyes you sharply. A small sign of ‘look at the trouble you’ve made, I'll punish you later.’

“Why, yes. I’m the owner of this place. Would you like a drink? I’ll send my girl here to fetch you one right away-”

“She’s staying.”

Her fingers stop drumming on the table.

He blinks, taken aback. No one ever spoke back to him.

“Sorry?”

“I said she’s staying here with me. Have you been here so long the moans and music made you fucking deaf?”

Whoever this woman was, you loved her. 

Your boss began to speak, probably of his authority or something. But then she stood up.

And took a gun out to point at him.

You jolt.

As if on cue, you hear more guns at the ready around you. In barely lit parts of the room, a few soldiers stand with guns pointed at the man with an arm around you.

Right. Military captain…

“Let’s not act like you don’t know who I am.”

Realizing, your boss clicks his tongue and lets you go to storm off.

The guns are back to being holstered.

But the sound is still in your head.

How fast the things were pulled out, almost as fast as pulling the trigger.

Military captain.

She has a gun.

“You have a gun.”

Balalaika sits back down and looks over you.

“Are you scared?” She sounds almost amused, but not in some derogatory way. In an interested way.

You don’t answer and instead pull over a chair to take a seat in front of her. 

Most people laughed when you jolted at the sound of a gun.

Her eyes narrow at you, intrigued by something. 

You force yourself not to stare as she starts drumming her fingers again.

I want them inside me.

You jolt, surprised at your own thoughts.

Balalaika raises an eyebrow at your sudden movement.

“Something wrong?”

“Ah- no, it’s…”

You swallow, forcing yourself to relax. And you must’ve had blush on your face because she stares a bit longer and smirks. Her fingers tap a few times more, almost on purpose. 

And then she’s back to scanning the crowd like she wasn’t able to just enter your head for a moment. Or maybe you’re just that bad at hiding your thoughts.

Her hands soon began to idle again. 

You unconsciously bite your lip as you watch, letting the lewd thoughts slip through. She couldn’t read your thoughts. 

She can.

A sly smile comes across her lips and her eyes narrow. She wasn’t scanning the crowd at all. She was waiting for you to let your defenses slip. 

Your teeth unhook your lip, a slight gasp coming through your lips as well as blush lining your face. 

“Are you sure you’re alright? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

The soft laugh in her voice. Her fingers tapping in sync with your pulse. Those unreadable eyes consuming you…

“Y-Yeah. I’m fine. I- I’m going to go to the bathroom.” 

“I’ll go with you.”

When she gets up the chair scratches the floor, and you hear the entire world go quiet. You can see the breath held in her throat. The small flame in her eyes. 

You wanted to get away, to take a moment to breathe.

Was she trying to stay by your side to protect you? Or to have you to herself? 

You brush some hair behind your ear. 

“I… Thanks. If you’re worried about me, I’ll wait. I appreciate you--”

The soft tap of her heels on the floor shuts you up. 

She’s closing in on you, heels impossible louder than everything else.

Pink nails reach out to caress your cheek. Her thumb brushes over the corner of your lip. 

Balalaika smiles.

“Oh no, I’m not worried. Not anymore.”

Her other fingers tap in unison on your skin, and you know she can feel the shiver you get from the movement.

You turn away, suddenly blushing more at remembering she has soldiers here. Probably watching her for a signal. Watching you. 

You swallow, the saliva catching in your throat when she leans closer. “Tell me what’s on your mind.”

Kiss her.

Make her feel how hot you are.

Breathe.

Tell her you want her fingers inside you.

Breathe-

The majority of things you wanted to say were beyond dirty, and you were afraid to death that saying one of them would make her see you as a whore. Nothing but a desperate slut, lonely and needy for attention. Wanting someone to put you in your place.

She leans in closer when you don’t answer, bangs fluttering your face and eyes piercing into your very soul. 

Her hand is on your waist.

You gasp.

You see stars, your life flashing in slow motion as she’s so quick to capture your open mouth and steal your breath-

The contact never happens.

Balalaika pulls away instead, face serious and eyes scanning behind you. Her hand on your waist tightens, ready to pull you towards her if anything happens. 

You breathe hard, caught in a daze.

“M-Miss?”

“He’s here.”

Disoriented, you turn around. You can’t see a thing. The strobing lights dance across your vision like galaxies, and the people are nothing but darker blobs.

You rub your temple, trying to take a step away from how close she was.

“I- I need some water.”

Her grip tightens and her other hand catches your arm.

“Stay.”

You want to but you really feel like you can collapse any second.

She apparently gives some signal, because a minute later a soldier’s handing you a glass.

Still dizzy, you watch him almost immediately disappear back into the shadows.

There’s a sound of hard leather boots coming close.

You choke on a sip of water, almost spitting it out.

“He—“

Your vision starting to clear with the drink, you look around frantically.

You know you heard it. You knew it had to be who she was looking for. 

Her eyes scan your face as you look back to her. There’s confusion and something of intrigue in her eyes. 

You close your eyes, trying to focus year ears among the sounds. Nothing was there.

“N-Nevermind. I thought I heard leather boots.”

She raises an eyebrow.

“You can hear that well in here?”

You bite you lip and stammer, brushing it off as 'the music dying down at the right time'. You had always had sharper hearing than most, and she would think you insane if you told her.

You excuse yourself as you see a familiar patron waving at you. They were only a few tables over, and she would still have a view of you.

"I'll only be a moment. Still have to do my job you know, or at least look like I'm doing it."

Balalaika smiles and presses a paper into your hands.

"Don't worry, sweetheart. I've gotten what I came here for."

You wonder what she meant, since all she's been doing is chatting with you and scanning the crowd. Perhaps a soldier found something.

She leans in close to your ear.

"Call me if you find yourself in trouble. I appreciate your company tonight, and if you need anything from me I'll always answer for you."

You're immediately caught in confusion, but she's already walking away before you can ask anything. Soon the tap of her heels are lost to the atmosphere.

The patron waving at you calls your name. Suddenly out of your trance, you give a smile and walk towards them.

[keroanya]

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!

[ohbrotherthisblogstinks]

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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.”

[karume-everything-else]

Day 10: Worst way to find out... (male reader)

Reader x Balalaika (Sofiya Pavlovna) [Black Lagoon]

A slow day meant you could wake up to Sofiya cooking breakfast. Not that she was that good at this, but at least this time you could chew the bacon a bit. It was still very charred in places.

Though after drinking you under the table last night, Balalaika tricked you into taking a pregnancy test. And while she was attempting to clean up to avoid you finding out, the glance at the little window made Balalaika turn snow white.

You were about to go looking for Sofiya, but as soon as you turned into the front room of your apartment you were nearly bowled over by the frantic woman.

"We need to get you to a hospital." She nearly crushed your hand as she pulled you outside, "Right now."

"Sofiya, calm down." You were completely on edge with this new panicked version of your lover, "What's going on? Talk to me, please."

Your pleas for information fell on deaf ears as Balalaika practically dragged you to the car. The worry was palpable in the air, then you noticed the pregnancy test in her hand.

Was that why she was so on edge? Did this mean...

Had you gotten her pregnant??

Your head was spinning the whole car ride. Abandoning any attempt to calm Sofiya as your mind spiraled into all the possibilities. Desperately trying to remember when you'd even been able to do so. She's been so busy at work lately, but then again she also regularly drank you under the table. So it was possible.

Though upon rushing into the ER, Balalaika insisted on you getting the medical attention. What was going on?

She held out the pregnancy test as proof to the doctor, saying you'd taken it last night as a drunk dare. Even the doctor was taking this seriously.

But this outcome was much worse. Instead of having a baby, you had testicular cancer. No wonder Sofiya was so worried and forceful...

[mr-bas00nist]

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.

[batmenstrualcycle]

How would Revy react if Reader was a pro thief because they had a hard time finding a job due to being different as they were bullied for it? The relationship is platonic. Reader isn't a killer like Revy is and helps out sometimes.

finally another request >:)

-i like the idea that the reader isn't a killer cuz i see a lot of readers being like mercenaries or some shit and that's just so fucking dumb like what😐

-but anyways, the reader being a pro thief AND besties with revy?? an unstoppable duo, might i say!

-this is defo before rock comes into the picture, but when you and revy got rejected for the billionth time, that's when you started being a lil pickpocket

-at night revy would see you creeping into your living space with some pocket money and a bunch of nonperishable foods in your hands. revy would be so confused lol

-"where the fuck didja get all this from?"

-"i stole it!♡"

-revy's just looking at you like 👁_👁

"ya stole it?"

-after a while you start getting better and better at it. now you're stealing multiple wallets a day and coming back with hundreds of bucks in your pockets lol.

-IF you ever do get caught, then revy's got your back! she'll happily shoot up the whole bar if someone touches her best friend

-when rock comes into the picture, which is when the show starts, rock is SOOO against the idea of you stealing things😭 you're surprised that he hasn't gotten used to it by now, since he hangs out with revy all the time

-i'll add this but you definitely tried convincing rock to wear that hawaiian shirt😍

-but yeah, you and rock are as thick as thieves! with revy being a killer and you being a pro pickpocket, you two are unstoppable!♡

[aerithmybbgmypookiemywife]

Toy Salesman! Childe x Partner! Reader

your husband is a travelling toy salesman, but is he really just a travelling salesman?

A toy salesman who played a balalaika arrived at your village and quickly became the talk of the town. Not only did he have handsome looks but he was charming too, parents also commented that his toys seemed to be of good quality so they approved of him.

You met him when your little brother wouldn't shut up about wanting a new toy, so your parents told you to accompany him to the toy salesman. As soon as you laid eyes on him, he was the prettiest man you have ever seen... You found his red-tinted nose from the cold cute too.

A little flirty too... But... it turns out it was only towards you.

The short fling didn't last long as he had to leave the village for another one. You thought that was the last time you'd ever have anything close to love but you were wrong. As he came back... and back again... again... again... again...! Soon, your relationship that was just a fling turned into... being a couple!

"Childe!" you smiled as you ran up to him, he opened his arms as he wore that charming smile on his face. You jumped right into his arms as he held you tight, spinning you around a little out of excitement. "You're back... I missed you..." you mumbled as you buried your face in his neck.

He let out a small laugh, "Yeah... It's really great to be back to you." he slowly placed you down and kissed the top of your head. "Come on! My brother was waiting for you... My mother also cooked some soup for us!" you told him but he grabbed your hand, stopping you. You turned to him, confused.

But your eyes widened when he slowly showed a gold ring, before he could even say a thing, you just hugged him and kept chanting 'Yes!'.

The wedding was simple, it was held in the town square. You were surrounded by family, friends, and neighbors during your special day which made you happy but... Leaving them for another town did hurt a little.

"Are you sure? Why can't you both just settle here?" your mother asked. "Well... Childe's work requires him to go from town to town so we decided it'd be best to just move somewhere that can help him with his job." you replied. Your father sighed, "I... still don't really understand what you see in him. He isn't rich, and I fear for your future as he's just a mere toy maker." he commented, your mother smacked his arm.

"Dear, if you ever feel lonely or if anything happens, you can always come back here. You're always welcome back here in the village, alright? Don't hesitate to ask for our help." your mother told you to which you nodded.

You said your final goodbyes and soon set off with Childe to a bigger town with bigger opportunities. When you arrived at your supposed new home, you were surprised! It was huge! You asked how he was even able to afford it to which he just laughed off and said that he saved up.

Things were going great between the two of you, you were starting to adjust to your life there but... Something seemed off... Like Childe was hiding something... It's just... Suspicious how much money he spends to spoil you... Could he really earn that much money as a toy salesman?

Of course, you were grateful, but at the same time it... was suspicious...

Childe seemed to notice you were deep in thought, "Is there something wrong Y/n?" he asked, hands wrapped around your waist as he pulled you closer to him. The two of you were in bed making it a little harder to try to avoid his question.

You hummed in response. "Really?? It seems like you're mad at me... you avoided my kiss this morning." He told you to which you let out a small laugh, "I just got embarrassed because of my morning breath, I just woke up at that time." You replied. It wasn't really a lie... you hated giving kisses when you still hadn't freshened up in the morning but at the same time, you had your suspicions that you didn't really know the full truth of his job.

He didn't say another word and only just hummed in response. You then closed your eyes, thinking that was the end of it only to get jumpscared when he starts leaving wet kisses on your neck.

Safe to say the two of you got intimate that night as you folded so quickly, under zero pressure too. You cursed at yourself in the morning though as you were too sore to even try to investigate what your husband could be doing behind your back.

The following day, you decided to go to the snowy forest, you just chose to distract yourself from any useless thoughts. You were looking for snowberries to make a lotion with. "Hmm... I should give Childe a lot of it... His hands are rough and calloused after all." you mumbled. You soon notice a familiar figure, that build... That structure... That height... Hair... Oh my god...? "Childe!" You shouted his name.

He turned to you, his facial expression looked like he was glaring at you for a second before switching to a smile. "My love! What brings you here?" He asked. Weird, he's not one to call you pet names. "I thought you were supposed to be in another town, what are YOU doing here?" you asked as you looked around.

"Where's your toy st-" he cut you off. "That's not important. Look... How about we just head home, hm?" he asked as he gave you a smile. Weird... Very weird... His smile didn't make your heart skip. Instead, it left a shiver down your spine...

"Al... Alright..." you mumbled as he started heading towards the town, you followed him from behind. Your gut tells you something is very wrong... But you just can't put your finger to i-

Wait... He doesn't have his toy stand... he usually has that... Plus why would he be in a forest- Oh... Oh...!

"Childe... Have you... Thought of something to do on our anniversary for tomorrow yet?" you asked. "Hm? That? Hmm... Maybe we should go to the town for a date." he responded. Your anniversary was months away.

You stopped on your tracks, who the fuck was this man? You knew damn well Childe would never ever forget your anniversary, that... that... weird feeling in your gut... it was... Telling you to run.

So there you go, you fucking booked it. You turned your heel around and started running away from it. It was hard to run away in your heavy clothes, you felt like you were being suffocated or you were running out of air from how much you panted.

It quickly noticed you running away but you didn't dare turn back to see how far away it was from you. That was NOT your husband, that was an imposter... If so then... Where is Childe now?? Is he dead?? What the absolute fuck is happening!?!

You could hear a loud rustle of feathers behind you, why would it sound like fathers...? God it just confused you even mo- "AAAAAAHHHH....!!!!" You let out a loud scream as the creature seemed to have flown in front of you. You abruptly stopped running, causing you to fall down, butt first in the snow.

You couldn't even describe what the fuck you were looking at right now... It looked like a crow but... Big...??? It was frightening... And that... Fucking eyes... It sent a shiver down your spine.

"Ah... How did you even know? It was a perfect disguise..." It spoke as you only trembled in fear, slowly backing away. Is this how you die...?? On the hands of a monster, you don't even know about...? It slowly approached you...

You whimpered in fear as you quickly started backing away, your body froze when your back hit a tree. Was this really how you die?? Without knowing whether your husband is dead or alive?? Oh god... What happens after it kills you?? Will it kill other people in the town too?? What will it do to you?? Is it going to eat you alive or just kill you firs-

*Thud*

You watched the creature's head fall to the ground. Your lower lip trembled as your body felt pure relief when you saw Childe holding some sort of weapon. The head opened its mouth but Childe just crushed it. Childe had an indifferent look on his face, his eyes looked lifeless but...

He looks up at you, his eyes having a gentle gaze. "Y/n..." he rushed to you as he wrapped you around his arms, you held him tight as you sobbed. "Hey... It's okay now, I'm here..." he reassured you.

You didn't know the full truth of his job, but it might be better to not know more. All you knew was that Childe would never bring harm to you.

[musicallisto]

♕ — 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝; (anya x f!reader)

summary: “Well! What you need right now is a little bit of spirit-lifting. And I know exactly the medicine.”

prompt: “How long as it been since you’ve slept?” song: dodie - Would You Be So Kind | 𝄞

author notes: my entry for @locke-writes ’ 1.5k writing challenge, and also my first time writing for anastasia! I hope you all enjoy this <3 (i don’t know how to say this but anya is dani and reader is jamie from thobm i don’t know why it makes sense but it does). I wrote this in second person at first then changed my mind and switched everything to third, then changed my mind again so if you see inconsistencies in the pronouns, that’s why (lol i’m a mess)

word count: 1.6k features: a bit of sad Anya, but mostly fluff; singing and music. this is really not my best writing but i’m rusty and overworked so please don’t insult me

𝐎𝐇, 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐎𝐎𝐑 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃.

“Who is your great-grandmother?”

“Queen Victoria...”

“Who is your great-great-grandmother?”

“Erm — Princess Victoria of Saxe-Coldburg-Saalfeld!”

Through the beaten mahogany doors, Anya’s attempts at ladyship have been reaching your ears all day. Enthusiastic in the beginning, they have grown progressively more frustrated as the night has swollen, and your friends’ demands with it. There’s little in courtly life, you imagine, that Anya hasn’t tried her hand at yet.

Oh, the poor child indeed.

“Your best friend is...”

“My little brother Alexei —”

“Wrong! Your best friend —”

“I know who my best friend is!”

The outrage in Anya’s voice is almost as palpable as the bitter cold in your room, adjacent to their rehearsals; you can’t help looking up from your book at the closed door, as if it could tell you how to avoid the collision threatening your group. You grit your teeth, both in empathy and apprehension.

“What a temper!”

“I don’t like being contradicted!”

“That makes two of us!”

“Continuing on —” Vlad tentatively interjects, but Anya and Dmitry’s exasperation, even muffled, is clear in their voices. A second more and one of them will snap; although you’re uncertain which of the two short fuses will go off first.

“I’ve had it!”

Ah, so Anya it is.

“I hate you both! I’m sorry that we ever met — I’m hungry, I’m frightened, and I’m only human, don’t forget! I don’t remember anything — get out and let me be!”

“Anya, darling...”

But Vlad’s soft tone, ever the cunning mediator, is not enough this time to alleviate the young woman’s turmoil; and before he’s finished his sentence, raging steps echo in the vast hall, and a door slams — your door, at the step of which Anya stares you down, blinks in confusion, frowns, then lets out a harrowing sound.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N, I didn’t know you were here —”

“It’s alright. You can stay here as long as you want.”

Anya lets out a long exhale, heavy as a storm cloud, and slumps down on the foot of your bed with a resounding thud. Her shoulders crumple over themselves like bruised wings, and silence falls on the vast house.

But you can’t keep your attention on your book for very long — not only because the living story before you, defeated and worn, is much more vibrant and bewitching; also due to the racing of your heart whenever Anya stands near you. From the moment you’ve laid eyes on her, and even through the dust and gloom of your night, she’s kept that same regal beauty to her — something neither tatters nor amnesia can erase. It’s not in a long-lost parentage, you think, but all in the way her soul rustles with excitement at anything new and beautiful... rare are the souls, in Saint Petersburg, that gray skies and red stars have not yet tattered.

“They’re making you go through everything, aren’t they?”

“Heavens, yes! It’s too much, and I just want to go home!”

You set your book aside, directing your full attention to Anya.

“How long has it been since you’ve slept?”

“Maybe before the horseriding lessons — I can’t even remember!”

“Horseriding? Was that before the mazurka?”

“Yes, and before ten in the morning! Do you know the order of arrival for each guest at an Imperial ball? First, the Great Princes who come through the entrance in the Saltykov lane, then the bearers of the Court Ranks...”

“Anya, I don’t think that’s neces —”

“And married women must wear diadems! Is that not idiotic? What if I’m unmarried but don’t want to wear flowers in my hair?”

“I think you have way more important problems than your Imperial headpiece, like breathing.”

As if on cue, she takes a sudden gulp of air, and her reddened face, constricted by irritation, somewhat relaxes; maybe from the oxygen, maybe from the slight, amused smile that has crept onto your lips.

“Why haven’t they trained you to be Anastasia?” she resumes, her mouth now curled in a pout.

“Have you seen me?” you chuckle, all holed clothes and creviced skin, but your eyes loving. “I couldn’t even pass for Anastasia’s dog keeper.” (She can’t tell you yet, but she thinks you would make a wonderful princess, gracious and intelligent; but she blushes at the direction her thoughts are taking.)

“Dmitry could be the dog.”

“What a lovely sight.”

You settle into a comfortable silence, cross-legged together on either end of the bed, as the biting wind howls and claws at the window outside; but neither of you feels the cold. December is long forgotten, glowing dim as an ember, as long as you keep your gaze on Anya’s appeased face, the blush on her cheeks, and the romantic delicacy of her features.

“Do you believe you might be the Grand Duchess?”

Your question is but a whisper, and you fear she might not have heard you, even more so since she doesn’t turn her head to face you; but rather her gaze clouds, immobile in the flickering white light. A mist of melancholy traverses her face. A second later, it is gone, save for the last specks of snow in her eyes that never seem to melt.

“I don’t know. I don’t know anything,” she responds truly, her words equally as quiet as yours.

“Well, for starters,” you pick up, a little louder this time, “if Anastasia had the temper people say she had... you’ve got that covered.”

She chuckles, like the tinkling of snowflakes twirling in the wind.

“She does sound like she was a lot of trouble, doesn’t she?”

“I think she sounds pretty charming.”

But before you can let the silence stretch for too long, and worry to crease Anya’s porcelain skin again, you enthusiastically slap your thighs and jump from the bed.

“Well! What you need right now is a little bit of spirit-lifting. And I know exactly the medicine.”

After rummaging through the mountain of clutter piled in the corners of your room — what in the world are Vlad’s sketchbooks doing here anyw-- Christ, so that’s where that book was all this time! — you brandish in triumph a triangular-shaped instrument, the one you carved yourself in leftover logs, on a particularly freezing night, the one the three of you painted with care until the crack of dawn to keep you warm and joyful.

“Oh, play me something, please!” Anya’s childlike passion engulfs your heart as you clumsily test out the chords. The balalaika is worn and sanded off at the sides, and severely out of tune, but your hands find their familiar places without hesitation, and the sound of the instrument is clear enough for the both of you on an exhausting and windy night.

You pick up speed, falling into a melody you once knew; what fragments you can’t remember, you improvise, and try your best not to grimace; but Anya’s leaning over, eyes and smile wide as though she wants to drown in your music, and all of a sudden your chest has started to sing on its own.

“Would you be so kind as to fall in love with me? You see, I’m trying; I know you know that I like you, but that’s not enough, so if you will please fall in love, it’s only fair...”

Your eyes leave the strings as your voice rediscovers the words, your fingers the notes; Anya, in front of you, nods her head to the rhythm she savors for the first time, her foot keeping time unconsciously. If she ever had a childhood, this is surely what it was made of: soft, loving voices, gleaming eyes, a ray of light on her face, and the irrepressible urge to laugh.

"There’s gotta be some butterflies somewhere, wanna share? ‘Cause I like you, but that’s not enough, so if you will please fall in love with me...”

You’re grinning wide too, now, but unaware of it; all you see is Anya and her joyful brilliance, and you could swear that despite all the weariness in her body and the bruises on her soles, she’s ready to jump around in utter liberation. If only the music descended by itself from above your heads, you think, and you could drop the balalaika to dance with her — a dance she might enjoy, this time, a dance she doesn’t know the steps to!

Soon enough, you start giggling, without really knowing why; maybe from the silly wiggling of the shoulders Anya does, or maybe from the overflowing of light and sun in your chest; and it’s a pain to let out the last words between your uncontrollable laughter, even more after Anya starts laughing too.

“Oh, I like you, but that’s not enough... so if you will please fall in love with me...”

And so, after your grand finale — holding the last note a little too long and a little too high, and stroking the strings a little too fast like a Russian bolero —, the song comes to an end, the notes hanging in the air like your suspended laughter and hitched breaths... and your sparkling eyes lost in the sea of each other dare to hope, for the first time, that something might happen...

... but it doesn’t.

“Thank you for cheering me up,” she pulls back with a sincere smile, and you can’t fight the cruel disappointment seeping in your chest. Of course — you’re still in Saint Petersburg, where dreams have died long ago, and she has a fate much larger than yours. Still, you return the kind smile. She deserves as much; she deserves everything.

“No, thank you. For letting yourself be cheered up.”

The wind is still howling outside the window, but it carries, like an effervescence, the distant music of a balalaika, and you remain hopeful, your hand resting next to Anya’s.

If she would be so kind...

tagging; @softeninglooks @fives-cup-of-coffee (all my writing) ; @bravelittlesunflower @lxncelot @amortensie (musicals)

[amphibiahawks321]

Balalaika : Oh baby, you sure know how to surprise and please a lady don't you...~

M!Reader : More like I know how to be appealing to the mafia boss such as yourself Sofiya...~

[Shows Balalaika sitting on the edge of the bed holding a leash while Y/N kneeling Infront of her with the collar wrapped around his neck]

Balalaika : You wouldn't mind wearing a turtleneck for awhile don't you sweetheart?~

[Y/N grabs Balalaika's hand and gives it a nimble]

M!Reader : Oh trust me, do as you please~

Balalaika : .....

Balalaika : Chuckles... You might regret saying it later sweetheart, because the things I'll do to you for the next hour will be leaving you breathless~

[winnieiscalmeth]

Notes: Baking with the Black Lagoon women.(Going back to basic scenarios) Very ooc as always. <3

милый=Dear

Proofread?: Nope

Rebbeca "Revy" Lee

I'd be lying if I said Revy would like baking. But with enough begging (and bribing) you'll manage to at least have her help you. She'd only read the instructions to you, not putting any effort into helping. Sometimes, misreading them or lying making you mess up the dessert.

"3 teaspoons of ricotta chees-"

"3 what? Give me that!" You stared at the list. "3 tablespoons of ricotta cheese! Are you trying to mess me up?"

"I didn't want to do this shit in the first place dammit! Ya think I'll fuck this up just to make me suffer for longer?!" She was. Revy takes baking with you as a chance to annoy you.

Sofia "Balalaika" Irinovskaya

Bala's always busy so baking with her is rare. But she is great at it. She can tell you messed an ingredient up just by looking at it. On occasion, if you had started to bake by yourself, she'd start helping you.

"What are you making?" She shifted her gaze from you to the bowl.

"Some pancake batter for something else I'm gonna make later." Balalaika stared at it before chuckling and taking the bowl.

"There's too much flower милый. Let me help you"

"Ahh shit"

Edith "Eda" Blackwater

Whenever she's bored and lounging around she goes to your house with random shit to bake. Baking gets chaotic when it comes to her because while your focused on stirring, she's dancing to whatever song on the radio or bothering you.

"The phone rings in the middle of the night, and my father yells what you gonna do with your life!" Eda danced around you.

"Baby, please chill the fuck out" She wrapped her arms wrap around you and leaned closer to your ear.

"And girls! They want to have fun!"

"Eda!"

Rosarita "Roberta" Cisneros

She loves to bake with you. You wouldn't want her to cook with you but she likes to help you by cleaning the utensils you use. Usually, she just hovers around you quietly or is your taste tester.

"Does this taste ok?" You shoved a spoonful of brownie mix in her mouth.

"Hmmm," It tasted a little bland. Could use a little more sugar is what Roberta wanted to say but didn't want to hurt your feelings.

"...is it bad?"

"No! No, it's good-"

"Nope it's definitely bad"

Shenhua

She's usually the one baking, and bossy too but in a loving way. Asking you to get ingredients from the fridge or telling you to wipe down a counter.

"Get me milk out of the refrigerator! And hurry up!"

"Okaay" You lazily walked over to the fridge.

"Come clean these cups too!"

You sighed. "Oh my god"

"What was that?!"

"Yes ma'am!"

[thedazzlesun]

Balalaika x Fem!Reader (18+)

warnings: slight cursing,brief 18+

word count: 500 (short and simple :))

“Disgusting.”

She says, nonetheless putting the coated finger to her lips. 

You were both in the back of one of her cars, having just finished up a small meeting. She wanted you there purely so she wouldn’t get bored. 

You blush and mumble out an apology, pressing your legs together.

“How did you even manage to get this heated? All you were doing was standing by my side.”

“You’re the one who had a hand on me the whole time…” 

Balalaika had kept her hand on your back once her cigar finished, and the time wearing on only caused her to move lower. It was enough to set anyone insane. 

It was for once only her. You had been more than composed and did a good job of ignoring every little movement of her hand. And you haven’t begged since you got in the car and she shoved her hand in your pants so casually…

“It was merely a test. I could’ve died of boredom in there, and trying to figure out how wet I can get you was a much better option than anything else.” 

“And how did that work ou- aughh, fuck-” 

At that moment she decided to shove a finger inside. She wrinkled her nose in disgust.

“Look at this. What a mess… Do you have no self control?”

It was so tempting to snap at her and complain that you had complete self control the past few days; that she was the one relentlessly pushing your limits. 

The mafia captain pulls in close, voice lowering and cold eyes meeting yours. “We have a while until we get back to the hotel. Are you going to be able to stay quiet?”

“That’s up to you, you damned bitch…”

She keeps a disinterested expression as she pulls her finger out to frown at the amount of wetness on it.

“That same pathetic curse has gotten boring. Do you have nothing worse to call me?”

You were not about to answer that lest the only word you want to call her come out your mouth. 

She raises her head and says something in Russian to the driver. A second later the radio turned up. You grit your teeth.

She’s really expecting me to be loud…

Telling her you can keep quiet won’t work. It never does. 

She’s about to put a dry finger in, but you sigh angrily and shift your position.

“Oh?” 

“Fine. You win, okay? Not that I could fight you off anyway.” 

If she wanted you so open, so needy, so loud right now, you were going to give it to her. She often complained you were too much. Too desperate. And the one time you try to be ‘good’ all she does is tease you.

Because she knows you can’t last.

A thin smile comes across her lips.

“Good. Looks like you understand.” 

“Ugh.” 

You mutter a curse under your breath as you take your pants and underwear off. 

[parfaithaven]

Can y'all PLEASE make more x fem!readers for Black Lagoon, i am begging please i just want balalaika, revy, shenhua, eda, etc to mARRY ME.

[ohbrotherthisblogstinks]

BLACK LAGOON

киска милфы: balalaika x fem reader

-your hot cougar girlfriend shows up with flowers.

CHAINSAW MAN

closer to you than your next breath, my dear: reze x fem reader

-you and your girlfriend move into your new apartment (GONE WRONG) (GONE SEXUAL)

in vino veritas: himeno x fem reader

-you and your hot friend, who you’re down cataclysmically for, bump coochies in the woods. 

JUJUTSU KAISEN 

-nothing here yet bear with me owo

ATTACK ON TITAN

-might repost the old stuff we'll see

[karume-everything-else]

Flufftober Day 4: Chili Cook-off

Reader x Balalaika (Sofiya Pavlovna) [Black Lagoon]

"Boss, the files you requested." Balalaika looked up to the slightly confused male, "Is there anything else needed at the moment?"

"Gather a small company, no more than 6 men." She replied, "Have them dress in civilian clothes and ask about possible allergens."

"Yes ma'am."

Balalaika shuffled through the background checks. When you had mentioned a chili cook-off at the local town festival, she knew you'd be curious enough to want to try some of them. But Balalaika had too many enemies to simply go through with this without having some protection... a back up plan of sorts, fail safes.

Sure, there would be questions. But she couldn't take a chance with you getting hurt. And calling the only people crazier than she was for additional security was just the right thing to do in her mind. And tell her men slowly, make sure no one found out that there was someone who could be targeted.

But, holding onto your hand and strolling calmly through the stalls, a large fluffy sweater and scarf to help cover most of her identifying scars... Balalaika felt at peace. Something she knew would be fleeting, eventually. Though for now, she could put that to one side... if only to see you happy and content.

And armed with an extensive list of every single ingredient at every table, there was no chance either of you would fall victim to something poisonous.

That did not stop Balalaika from coughing on a terribly spicy chili. One that was just coated in pepper.