#sergei vronsky

[rwpohl]

the brothers karamazov, ivan pyrev, kirill lavrov, mikhail ulyanov 1968

[pretty-little-mind33]

mdni for kinktober, thanks my loves 🤍 main masterlists

10/03 - Mirror Sex (dave lizewski)

10/06 - Morning Sex (james potter)

10/07 - Cockwarming (pietro maximoff)

10/14 - Caught Masturbating (alexei vronsky)

10/16 - Innocence Kink (sergei kravinoff)

10/18 - Overstimulation (tom ryder)

10/20 - Sex Pollen (logan howlett)

10/21 - Sex Tape (tangerine)

10/25 - Predator/Prey (sergei kravinoff)

10/26 - Threesome (tangerine)

10/27 - Public Sex (james potter)

10/31 - Humiliation (logan howlett)

[eefos]

He’s so pretty 😭🥰

[buttermilkpastry]

Sergei/Kraven is hot, Tangerine is gorgeous, Vronsky is pretty, Dave is cute

That's it that's the post

Also can people send me some requests I want to write for them but I got no ideas

[lizzxoxo]

WE NEED MORE ATJ FANFICS YALL😭 I LITERALLY KEEP SEARCHING EVERYWHERE,HERE,AO3,WATTPAD,I CANT FIND ANYTHING JUST SOME OLD FICS THAT IVE ALREADY READ LIKE 100 TIMEEEES😭😭

[voxmortuus]

Hello. Vox here. 30's. She/They. Married. Requests are OPEN!

↝I write all types of fanfiction. Dark toned, smut and kink, super dark and possessive, the list goes on. You can find various themes ↝here↜. That is my new masterlist, my old one is attached. ↝What will I not write? Underage reader! Won't do it. I will call you out for it. I have a strict policy will not write minor readers so please respect that. Other than anything is really a go. ↝I ask that you please not steal my work and post it elsewhere. I cannot emphasize enough to please not do that. I do not consent to you taking my work in any way shape or form and posting it elsewhere. Reblogs are always welcomed and appreciated. Comments and loves are always welcomed as well! ↝I do not consent to minors reading or interacting with my blog or my works. ↜ ↝You can pretty much guarantee anything you click on to read here has smut so treat it as NSFW. Always read the trigger warnings before you read. Again. I do not consent to posting my work anywhere. Do not steal my work. And again, no minors interacting or anything with my work. You will find yourself blocked and I won't be nice about it. ↝Characters I will write for Aaron Taylor-Johnson.↜ ✭ Sergei Kravinoff - Kraven The Hunter ✭ Sergeant Allen "Ize" Isaac - The Wall ✭ James Frey - A Million Little Pieces ✭ Ford Brody - Godzilla ✭ Count Aleksey Vronsky - Anna Karenina ✭ Ray Marcus - Nocturnal Animals ✭ Ben Leonard - Savages ✭ Tangerine - Bullet Train ✭ Divider & Header Credit to @nyxvuxoa

↬Quiver - Smut Prompt ↬Kitchen Quickie - Smut Prompt

↬A Solitary Love ↬Honeymoon ↬NSFW Alphabet

↬The Taste of You - Smut Prompt

↬"Use My Thigh" Smut Prompt

↬I Think It's Time

↬NSFW Alphabet ↬Netflix & Chill

↬Heat Waves ↬Where You Belong ↬The Taste of a Virgin - DARK FIC. PLEASE READ TRIGGERS ↬Right here. Right now - Anon Smut Prompt

↬Eat Spit Get Dicked ↬U-Turn

↬Begging You! - Smut Prompt

[dirty-little-mind33]

welcome my lovelies!

all characters are 18+ here (or aged up!)

main - @g0lden-sky

writing - @pretty-little-mind33

reading - @pretty-little-mind-reblogs

💋 i'll mostly re-post horny shit on here and feel free to drop some very smutty headcanons for our favs in my inbox!

mini masterlists (coming soon!)

[nyxvuxoa-writes]

ATJ Masterlist

Anything and everything under the cut is possibly mature in some way. It's best to always read any warning in my posts before reading the story. People under 18 are not welcome and I will not be nice about it. I do not consent to my stories being taken and posted elsewhere.

A Side Note: I am aware of how some people feel about sexualizing or "idolizing" bad guys. I am going to tell you now before you inbox me: I don't care, I have heard it before. You are entitled to your opinion and free to have it, but I don't have to agree with it. There is a block button, and you are free to use it or you can scroll on and go about your day.

Dating Ray Marcus would Include

Mine

Hot Sugar in the Afternoon

It Beats for You [WIP] - Anon Request, Moved to Drafts

Leather black and Eyes of Blue [WIP] - Anon Request, Moved to Drafts

We Are Meant to Be [WIP] - Yandere!Veronsky, Request, In Drafts

Dating Tom Ryder would Include

Love Bites

[qutequeersstuff]

𝔸𝕒𝕣𝕠𝕟 𝕋𝕒𝕪𝕝𝕠𝕣-𝕁𝕠𝕙𝕟𝕤𝕠𝕟

ℙ𝕚𝕖𝕥𝕣𝕠 𝕄𝕒𝕩𝕚𝕞𝕠𝕗𝕗

𝕋𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕖 (𝔹𝕦𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕥 𝕋𝕣𝕒𝕚𝕟)

𝔸𝕝𝕖𝕩𝕖𝕚 𝕍𝕣𝕠𝕟𝕤𝕜𝕪

𝕊𝕖𝕣𝕘𝕖𝕚 𝕂𝕣𝕒𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕠𝕗𝕗

[imagoofygoober]

Bro- I've literally been so fucking bored recently like- someone PLEASE for the love of god send me a request! Because they are WIDE FUCKING OPEN!!!

But fr tho,I'm bored.

[pretty-little-mind-reblogs]

𝑯𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒐 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒔

i made this account so i have somewhere organized to reblog/store some of my favorite works and so i can better organize my writing blog— feel free to follow if you want to see some amazing writing from amazing people!

and remember, support authors as best you can! reblogs are SO important!

[myprettylittlemind3]

my lovelies

another blog?! yes!

since i discontinued the taglists on @pretty-little-mind33 (for everything but series) I wanted a completely neutral blog where I will be ONLY reblogging my fics! nothing else! therefore anyone who wants to be notified can put notifications on this blog and not be spammed with all other random things on @pretty-little-mind33 !!

thank you for understanding <3

xoxo

ps: also consider following @pretty-little-mind-reblogs for fellow writers AMAZING works as i read them!

[pretty-little-mind33]

Hey so weird question! But if you know any other pages that write anything ATJ related could you tag them I have a hard time finding pages that write about Aaron and his characters and I just wanted to know if you had any 🥰

omg yes i'd love to do this!!! all these writers are amazing so go show them some love!

(i am including James Potter as an atj character mainly bc i write and read for him but ignore him in this list if that isn't your thing 🫶 i know he's not everyone's fancast which is completely fair and respectable!)

@little-miss-dilf-lover - love of my life, my wife, my everything!! go read her Tangerine and Pietro Maximoff works RIGHT NOW or you'll be missing out!

@kravensgirl - writes some really good Tangerine, Pietro Maximoff, Tom Ryder, and Sergei Kravinoff fics!

@mischievousmoony - my lovely lovie who write amazing James Potter fics!

@moonlightspencie - if you want some good Dave Lizewski, Tangerine, and James Potter content (and some fun atj thirsting)! contact Luna 💖

@j23r23 - my darling who writes some amazing Tangerine fics!

@msmk11 - oh my god i am in love with her James Potter and Tangerine fics! they are some of my favorites!

@sun-kissy - her James Potter fics are always jaw droppingly amazing! and she's a sweetie-pie!

@astonishment - gonna plug one specific series rn because the James Potter and Pietro Maximoff crossover 💋is chefs kiss! (check out her other James Potter works too!! you won't be disappointed!)

@lost-pen-name - has the best Tom Ryder fics i've ever read!

@tangerinesgf - has some really really amazing Tangerine and Tom Ryder works!!

@aestheeredie - if you're looking for some good Count Vronsky fics!! look here!!

@gh0stsp1d3r - some really awesome Count Vronsky, Tangerine and Sergei Kravinoff works!!!

@nocturnest - her Tangerine works are SO good!

@queers-gambit - writes some of my fav Tangerine fics!

@murdrdocs - Dave Lizewski smut muahauah!!

~ I KNOW THERE MUST BE MORE AND IF ANYONE KNOWS ANY OTHER AMAZING WRITERS PLS TELL ME AND I'LL ADD THEM!! ~

[eefos]

AARON TAYLOR-JOHNSON, in a new trailer for ‘28 Years Later’.

[isaut]

𝒄𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒐 𝒔𝒖𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒏𝒐. 𝑰 𝒊𝒏 𝒈 𝒎𝒂𝒋𝒐𝒓: 𝑰. 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒖𝒅𝒆 — chrollo x f!reader. song

originally posted on my old blog @/saintchrollo after i read anna karenina for the first time. court advisor!chrollo (but you all know he's kuroro to me) and princess!reader. i've been in such a kuroro mood you'll have to forgive me. its something about autumn and schoolin. here is a link to an audiobook of anna karenina so you don't have an excuse to not go read it.

“I thought I might find you here.” 

The voice from behind startles you. You jump slightly in your chair, holding the book you had been reading against your chest. Turning, you relax slightly upon seeing where the voice was coming from. “Lord Lucifuru, you startled me.” 

The black haired man tilts his head to the side as he approaches, hand resting on the back of your armchair. “Are we not on a first name basis anymore, Princesse?” He lilts the title in the accent he’s picked up from his years of council. 

You avoid his gaze, cheeks heating up. The room warms with the memories of the other night. Squirreled away behind a statue, whispered confessions, his lips everywhere they shouldn’t have been— Your lips, your neck, your chest. 

“What if we aren’t alone?” You whisper. If you lose yourself to the daydream enough, you can feel his hands on your hips. 

“I checked,” Kuroro says, voice soft and reassuring. “We are most certainly alone.” 

You straighten up and crane your head around, as if to double check his words. He tilts your head back towards him with a finger under your chin. 

“I’d never steer you wrong,” Kuroro promises, then tacks on, “[First.]” 

It fills you with such warmth to hear your name from his lips, and you have to avert your gaze to keep yourself from melting into a puddle. 

“Are you sure there’s no one else here?” You ask again. 

“And risk my own head?” Kuroro asks, a smile pulling at the left of his lips. 

You suppose he has a point. You relax back into the chair, resting your book on your chest to hold its place. “Have you been searching for me, then, Kuroro?” 

His half smile reaches his eyes. That’s more like it. “I have, actually. All over. I should have started here, it seems. Would of had more time with you.” 

“You should have known I’d be here,” You hum. “After all, I was told this morning over breakfast that my crate of books finally got deemed… What’s the word you use?” 

“They were found to be without ill intent,” Kuroro restates. “We just wanted to be sure that no harm would come to you.” 

“Father coddles me,” You remark, “As do you.” 

“Well, I’d be out of a job if I didn’t do as he told. And you’d be out of a job if you didn’t get coddled. That is under the description of princess.” 

“I do other things,” You protest. 

“I know you do,” Kuroro says, his eyes glancing down at the book splayed across your chest before back to your eyes. 

“What have you come found me for?” You press. 

“Do I always have an ulterior motive with you?” Kuroro returns your question with one of his own. At the raise of your eyebrow, he concedes. “There is a dinner tonight that you are expected to attend. A prince is here to make your acquaintance, in the most casual manner possible.”

Disgust fills your face. “This is what you come to tell me of?” 

“Would you have preferred someone else?” Kuroro asks. 

No, you’d rather have not. “I simply thought… I thought you had come to see me. For no other reason than to see me.”

Kuroro hums. He cups your cheek in his hand, thumb smoothing over its softness. You can’t help but lean into his touch, bring your hand to cover his. To keep him close. 

“I offered to come tell you,” Kuroro promises, crouching down by your chair. “I wanted to break the news to you, not someone else.” 

“Will you be at dinner?” You inquire. 

“I’ll be there. I must advise your father that the visiting suitor is not up to your family’s standards. That is my job, after all. As an adivisor and as a lover.” 

Kuroro’s tongue was always so smooth, and if you had more control over your life you’d be wary of it. But, with your sole outlet being the man before you, you ease yourself against his silver words. 

“Lover?” You repeat, eyelashes fluttering at such a title. 

“Should I take it back?” He asks with bated breath. 

You shake your head. “You should tell Father to marry us instead.”

Kuroro’s chuckle is self deprecating. “I am no king.” 

“You could be,” You whisper, getting your hopes up against your best judgement. 

“My best work is done from the shadows, my darling. I crumple under the public eye. And you were made for it. The people adore you.” 

You pout. “You’re going to break my heart.” 

Kuroro smiles gently at you. “You’ve known that, [First.]”

“I wish I didn’t,” You sigh. “I wish I wasn’t so aware.”

Kuroro shifts his hand to take yours in his own, bringing your knuckles to his lips. The gesture is familiar, impersonal now. He rolls your hand over, slides his fingers down your wrist, the underside of your forearm, and presses a kiss into the palm of your hand. 

“It’s for the best you are,” Kuroro says. “Tomorrow I will find time in our schedules for us to take a walk, how does that sound?” 

“A long walk?” 

“A long walk.” 

Your fingers trace Kuroro’s jaw. “Why not tonight? Why not now?” 

“You are not dressed for a walk,” Kuroro says softly. “And you need to get ready for dinner. We do not have time for a walk right now, sweet [First.]” 

“Oh.” Your fingers stop their movements, and you withdraw your hand. 

“Would you like me to walk you to your room?” Kuroro asks. 

“Will you stay while I get ready?” You hope. 

Kuroro sadly shakes his head. “I can go get you something from the kitchen and come back while delivering it.”

“So yes?” You conclude. 

“In a way,” Kuroro says, standing. He holds his hand out for you to take, which you gladly do. 

You look around you, double checking for your solitude. The door would have been audible had it opened. 

“Do you think I could have a kiss?” You whisper. 

“A kiss?” Kuroro hums. Slowly, he lowers his head until his breath mingles with yours. 

“Please?” 

“You should never have to ask for anything,” Kuroro responds, sealing his statement with a solid yet brief press of his lips against yours. “It is cruel that you want what you can’t have.”

There is no second kiss, just a hand on your cheek and Kuroro’s steady breath. A whine leaves your lips. 

Slowly, you open your eyes to look at him. “One more?” 

He obliges, slotting your lips together. The kiss lasts for a breath longer, his tongue gently swiping against your bottom lip before pulling away. 

“I don’t think I’ll ever be able to kiss anyone else,” You murmur. 

Kuroro chuckles at that. “I’m sure you’ll kiss many more.” 

You shake your head. “I don’t wish to.” 

“You flatter me,” Kuroro murmurs, “When it should be the other way around.”

This turn, you hum, a little smile flickering across your lips. You pull away, out of the fear that built inside you from the amount of private time you’d had. Someone was bound to come for you any moment. 

Greedily, Kuroro steals another kiss before leading you out of the room. It’s a cold walk down the halls, shoes echoing on the stone, a distinct space left between both of you. The wind from your walk whips through it. The more distance put between yourself and the library, the larger the space becomes. And, as you round the corner of the hall, you can no longer feel the lingering warmth against your lips. 

[aestheeredie]

The Broken Promise

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➳ 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭 ೄྀ

➳ 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟏, 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟐 ೄྀ

➳ 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟔𝟒𝟔 ೄྀ

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The days stretched into weeks, and the weeks into months, each one passing with an agonizing slowness. The war raged on, casting a long shadow over every aspect of life. The drawing room, once filled with laughter and warmth, now felt cold and empty. You spent countless hours there, clutching the extra book of poems, the same one you had given Alexei, reading and rereading the familiar verses, drawing solace from the thought that perhaps, somewhere far away, he was doing the same.

The letters you received from him were infrequent, but each one was a lifeline, a beacon of hope in the darkness. You cherished every word, holding them close to your heart. But then, one day, the letters stopped coming. Days turned into weeks without any letter.

One evening, as the sun set, casting a golden hue across the room, there was a knock at the door. Your heart leapt with a mixture of hope and dread. You rushed to open it, only to be met by a somber-faced officer, his uniform marked with the dust and grime of the battlefield.

"Are you Miss (Your Name)?" he asked gently.

You nodded, your throat too tight to speak.

"I am Lieutenant Sergei Ivanov," he said softly. "I served alongside Count Alexei Vronsky."

Your heart clenched painfully at the past tense, and you clung to the doorframe for support. "Is he...?"

The lieutenant took a deep breath, his eyes filled with sorrow. "I'm afraid I bring grievous news. Alexei Vronsky fought bravely, but he... he did not survive the last battle."

The world seemed to tilt, and you felt as though you might collapse. Tears streamed down your face as the reality of his words sank in. "No," you whispered, shaking your head. "He promised... he promised he would come back."

Lieutenant Ivanov reached into his coat and pulled out the small book of poems you had given Alexei, along with a dried up small flower tucked in between the pages. "He carried this with him always," he said, handing it to you. "He spoke of you often, your love giving him strength. He wanted you to have this, to remember him by."

You took the book, clutching it to your chest, your tears falling onto its worn cover. The promise that had once given you hope now felt like a cruel reminder of what had been lost. "Thank you," you managed to say, your voice breaking.

The lieutenant nodded, his own eyes glistening with unshed tears. "He was a good man, and a brave soldier. He will be missed by many." He paused, then added softly, "I'm so sorry for your loss."

After he left, you sank to the floor, the book held tightly in your hands. The pain of his absence was overwhelming, a deep ache that seemed to pierce your very soul. You opened the book, the familiar verses blurring through your tears. One poem, where the flower is located, caught your eye, a favorite of both yours and Alexei's:

"Love is a flame that burns in the heart,

Even when parted, never to depart.

Though shadows may fall and hopes may wane,

Love's light endures, beyond the pain."

You read the lines over and over, finding a bittersweet comfort in them. You twirl the flower in between your fingers as you read. Though Alexei was gone, his love remained, a constant presence in your heart. The promise he made, though shattered by the cruelty of war, still held a truth: his memory would live on, and his love would be a guiding light in the darkness.

In the days and months that followed, you clung to that love, finding strength in the memories you had shared. The pain of his loss never fully faded, but you carried on, living your life as he would have wanted you to. And every night, as you read from the book of poems and look at the small flower on the bedside table, you felt his presence beside you, a reminder that love, even in the face of the deepest sorrow, endures.

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