#vlad king smut

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A/N: These are more for Canon Alucard… So don’t worry about some of the scenarios never happening, or maybe you should worry ;)

Also I’m ngl I got a bit lazy towards the end since I’ve been working on this for 12hrs straight

Also also- I accidentally made it sweet XD

Alucard NSFW Alphabet

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

The No Life King is also the Aftercare King, pampering you after every mind numbing experience.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Alucard’s favorite body part of his is his tongue, because he just loves to taste you; whether it be the sweetness of your cunt when he’s eating you out, or tasting the salty sweat that coats your body when he runs his long tongue across your skin during sex.

His favorite body part of yours would have to be your hands, even outside of the bedroom Alucard loves your hands. It’s because he knows what they’re capable of, he knows how easily your fingers can go from softly caressing his skin to effortlessly crushing an enemy’s windpipe.

He loved how you can gently run your fingers through his hair during innocent kissing, but if you’re not careful you’ll rip it out when you grip his hair at the roots during your orgasms.

The intense orgasms that only he can make you experience, because no one will ever be able to pleasure you better than he does.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Alucard kind of likes kissing after a blow job; it’s not that he likes the taste of himself- he doesn’t care much for it- but it’s the fact that he is the one that put the taste in your mouth.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Alucard might not act like it but we all know he likes it when you unintentionally hurt him; whether it’s biting him, or pulling his hair, or scratching down his back and digging your nails deep into his skin to the point where he’ll have bruises.

But don’t worry, he’ll get you back for it

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Is this even a question?! He has been around for SIX HUNDRED YEARS! Of course he knows exactly what he’s doing, and he knows exactly what he wants.

Though you have managed to surprise him with a few ideas

(I’m still debating on if human Alucard is/was a total man whore or not)

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Alucard's favorite position to start out in is you riding him while he’s on his throne. He loves kissing on your neck and how you moan so close to his ear, and how his hands fit perfectly on your hip dips. But most importantly he likes seeing your face, so he can look into your eyes and how your pupils get so dilated when he fucks you stupid. He’ll say things about how you’re a queen and how he’ll share his throne… it’s a bit corny but cut the man a break

Then he’ll move you to a table or bed or flat surface where you’re on your back and he’s standing. It makes it easier for him to wreck your insides that way since he’ll have more leverage

G = Goofy (are they more serious at the moment? Are they humorous? etc.)

Alucard will sometimes make jokes beforehand in order to catch you off guard; making you all kinds of blushy and sending goosebumps across your skin because your thoughts turn dirty.

During sex though? Alucard isn’t necessarily goofy; yes, he will laugh as he teases and taunts you but that’s just because he likes you when you’re desperate for him. He loves it when you whine, beg, and plead for him to let you have the ‘honor’ of pleasuring him.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Alucard is well groomed, keeping things neat and trimmed. Yes, the carpets match the drapes.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

When Alucard first starts out there is no romance, you are nothing to him. He will treat you like you’re only good for one thing- and one thing only- being his personal fuck toy. During this time your pleasure doesn’t matter to him whatsoever, but he knows that you get off of him being like this anyway.

After Alucard gets all the sexual frustration out of his system he can be the softest and sweetest man because he became a hopeless romantic after he gained feelings for you. He will tell you sweet nothings

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Well, this is also kinda a dirty secret of his… he jerks off into your panties.

You have woken Alucard plenty of times by shifting in your sleep, and a few of those times you rubbed your ass right against his crotch.

The first time it happened he didn’t know what to do because he didn’t want to wake you up. But if he doesn’t deal with it you were going to end up waking up anyway because there was going to be something hard against your back.

He luckily got out of bed without waking you and snuck off to the bathroom, his plan was to jerk off into some toilet paper then flush the evidence.

But of course there was none, so in a panic he looked for something around the bathroom that he could use.

Alucard spotted the pair of panties that you were wearing before he stripped you of them so you two could fuck in the shower and decided that would be the substitute for the time being.

He wrapped the soft lingerie around his now throbbing cock and began relieving himself.

By the end of it he realized that he likes using your panties when he is unable to use your pussy. So now any time he gets a hard on at an inconvenient time he sneaks off to your room and grabs a pair of your dirty panties to use to relieve himself if he’s able to.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Oh my… where do we start-

I guess we get the obvious ones out of the way; BDSM for one

Size Kink because he likes that you’re so small compared to him and he’ll tease you for it when you try to act all tough

Gunplay without a doubt but it’s not where he wants you scared of the gun, he likes it when you grind against it. Oh yes, he will fuck you- well he’ll have you fuck yourself- on the barrel of his 16 in” pistol. Holding it in between your legs as he watches you shiver as you rub your clit against the cold metal.

He praises; “you take my cock so well” “baby your pussy feels so good” “mmm, just like that baby” “you’re so beautiful when you moan like”

And degrades: “you whine like a bitch in heat” “I bet you like it like that, huh? I wouldn’t expect any less from a slut like you” “I know a dirty whore like you can take more than just that” “beg for me” “you’re such a messy girl, look at the mess you made on my fingers” “

And can do both at once: “Good job slut” “my pretty little fuck toy” “you’re so cute when you’re desperate for my cock”

Dacryphilia, and he will tease you about it; “you’re so pretty when you cry” “oh look, you’re so desperate for my cock that you’re crying for it”

He might have a small hand kink, it’s definitely due to being touch deprived for years but also because he likes seeing how violent you can be with your hands

Blood play (as a vampire) once again going back to his violent nature, plus I’m just going to use the excuse that blood play is just food play for vampires :D

He just likes see you being violent towards your victims because you might be the big bad wolf to them, but in the bedroom you’re as submissive as a puppy

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

I think Canon Alucard would want to have sex in his room, it might be basic but he likes the privacy and it’s more intimate because nobody is going to hear you two. He is the cause of all those pretty moan of yours, so he believes it’s a symphony that only he should be allowed to hear

But some of my planned versions of Alucard? Oh honey… You poor little thing, he will fuck you whenever, wherever, and however (with consent of course) and you’re just going to have to put up with it

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

This is repetitive but; seeing you fight or fighting you him turns him on so fucking much

Seeing you in revealing clothing- if you’re in a mini skirt you best bet he’s going to have you keep it on while he fucks you.

If he can get to your breast without pushing up the shirt, the shirt is staying on without a doubt.

That choker you have on? He’ll tighten it so you’ll have a bruise tomorrow and he can’t do that, he’ll just work his way around it to get to your neck.

Those sexy boots you wear always look better when they’re on his shoulders

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Alucard won’t ever let you blindfold him or tie him up because he doesn’t like the feeling of being helpless.

He doesn’t really like being underneath someone as said before

But somehow he most DEFINITELY doesn’t mind it when you have his head trapped between your thighs. Like the man won’t let you choke him but he’s totally fine with the possibility of suffocating between your legs though

Also you’re not allowed anywhere near his back door- I’m not going to spell out the reasons why because if you know you know

Also he absolutely will NOT have threesomes, or be a cuckold because he is waaaaay too possessive to even think about sharing. He won’t do it, not ever.

Nor will ever have you watch him have sex with another person because he could never bring himself to

No watersports or scat play, nor is he into feet, or DDLG, also he may like blood but he won’t ever deal with period blood

Alucard doesn’t like hardcore nocon.

He does love seeing you helpless beneath him, but he will never take it upon himself to ‘force’ you into anything. Alucard always needs verbal consent from you directly before he ravages your body.

And he can deal with you telling him ‘it’s too much’ or ‘too big’ or ‘it hurts’ and things along those lines, that’ll boost his ego.

But Alucard can’t deal with hardcore noncon… Logically he understands that if he were to just grab you up and have his way with you it’d still be consensual unless you use the safe word.

But emotionally he could never bring himself to do such a thing as: drugging you, or pretending to kidnap and rape you, or have you act like you’re in fear for your life.

Alucard just CAN’T do it.

And most importantly he will NEVER pressure you into something you don’t want to do, NOR will he ever keep going after you use the safe word.

Idgaf if Bram Stoker’s ‘Dracula’ has him being a rapist as canon. This is my fanfic and I’ll do as I want and I want Alucard to always be a gentleman until he gets permission to do otherwise

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Alucard likes giving more than receiving, it isn’t that you’re bad at giving head; you’re actually the best he’s ever had. But tasting you is a more rewarding experience for him, plus he loves seeing every little movement you make. He knows how to work that magnificent tongue in ways that never fail when it comes to making you weak.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Once again depending on the situation; though Alucard typically starts out with a fast and rough fuck to get out all that pent up anger that he experiences after dealing with people. Also he’ll wreck you when you’re bratty because somebody has to put you back in your place, and that somebody will only ever be him.

Then once all that anger is out- or when he’s decided you’ve had enough and you learned your lesson- he’ll be so soft and sweet.

Though there are days where he didn’t even intend to have sex with you- it kind of just happened- and those are the days he is slow and sensual from the get go.

It tends to be when one- or maybe even both- of you have a bad day and just want comfort from one another. It starts out with a hug and a kiss, then turns into cuddles in the bed with you both having barely anything on. You were in his button up and panties, while he was only in his boxers because that’s just how both of you sleep.

But that plan starts to go out the window when he pulls you closer and gives you a kiss, that’s followed by another kiss… and another, and another, and another… then next thing y’know Alucard’s asking for your consent and you’re giving it to him without any hesitation.

So he’s on top of you, softly kissing on your neck and gently thrusting into you, hitting your sweet spot every time. He tells you everything you need to hear:

“You’re so beautiful” “I am so lucky I have you”

And depending on how far along the relationship is Alucard will confess all his feelings during sex, because he can use it as a safety net and tell you “I only said it in the heat of the moment”

But he’ll confess by sayings things such as: “I love you” “you’re my everything” “I want you to spend forever with me”

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He doesn’t like quickies, sure he’ll have one every now and then, but prefers to go until he can’t any more. And that’s a really long time.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.)

Alucard was around a long time before he was held captive in that basement, so he knows what he likes and doesn’t like. But he knows things have changed, so if you want to try something he’s down as long as it’s not you having any control over him and it’s not on his NO List

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Is this really a question? Alucard is a menace and can go from sunup to sundown, for days.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Most he has is blind fold and some restraints for you, but other than that he doesn’t have anything.

But you have toys and he’s not afraid to use them on you but he only does it to tease you though, to make you see how much you don’t need them because he can make you feel better than any toy you could ever find.

No toys are being used on him.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Alucard loves to tease, but also loves to get his dick wet. So the teasing happens until 1) he thinks you learned your lesson or 2) he can’t take it anymore. Then he’ll fuck you real rough and still manage to tease tf out of you while he’s railing you into next week

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Alucard isn’t too loud when he grunts and moans, but he will flatter you with that sultry voice of his. Though when he lets out that maniacal laugh it’s loud enough to rattle you to your core.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Alucard wishes he (or both of you) were human, because he wants you to have his baby and he’d have a breeding kink if it wasn’t for him not being able to get you pregnant.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Bro is 6’5” so leave that up to your imagination

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Alucard has been pent up for years and hasn’t had any sort of relief. He thought he was over sex because he never felt the urge to ever since he’s been reawakened, then he fell for you and that all changed. Now sometimes all he can think about you

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Sometimes he can fall asleep directly after because being in your arms is so comforting and reassuring. You make him feel ‘safe’ in a way, which is ironic because you’ll never be as strong as him.

Sometimes he doesn’t fall asleep until hours after because he watches you sleep. It’s not in a weird way though, he just gets caught up with taking in your beauty and he revels in the fact that he found someone like you.

Someone who accepts his flaws, and his past, and can handle all the Hell that he’s most likely going to bring in the future.

You put up with all his mood swings, but you won’t put up with his shit when he starts being a jerk. You won’t let him blatantly disrespect you, and have no problem- or fear- when it comes to standing up for yourself. Even if you’re dealing with a monster as powerful as him.

And you accept he’s a monster, a monster who you know has killed a countless amount of people and has no problem with killing more.

But it’s not like you’re any better because you’re a killer too. A killer that is almost as fucking crazy as him.

He knows there is a difference between you two though, you have more morals than he does, they’re twisted morals, but still morals.

And that's only scraping the surface. Alucard has so many thoughts that keep him up… it’s hard to believe that you have caused the ‘King of Vampires’ to have so many insecurities that it ain’t even funny.

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Can I request for your Halloween celebration dracula x fem reader with the prompt you are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen, with loads of fluff and maybe some smut please

.⋆｡A Chance｡⋆.

Count Vlad Dracula x plus size reader

When you are sentenced to death by your village, the monster in the woods gives you a chance at a better life- by his side

Warnings: minor angst (reader is sacrificed by her village), fluff, i kind of followed the Dracula Untold backstory because he is so stupidly hot and I love the angst, love confessions, mentions of blood, Vlad is slightly toxic but what do you expect, biting, sort of implied death? reader is turned

WC: 2.9k

Minors DNI

Library- @hannibals-favourite-meal-library

Halloween Celebration

Every town had their own ghost stories, legends that grew from whispers in the night. But the monster that stalked your home was very real and very dangerous. It stalked the shadows between the small homes, picking off the weakest of the population in the dead of night.

Fear was woven into your very existence, taught to you since the moment you could comprehend your parent’s words. Your senses were constantly tuned to the world around you, listening for any extra footsteps, eyes locked on the castle that loomed over your home but it wasn’t enough, not when the elders of the village determined that in order to protect everyone, only one must be sacrificed.

You were the easy choice- young enough to be a valuable meal but not a child anymore, you were pure and soft, unable to protect yourself in the vast wilderness that surrounded you. You screamed and cried and fought them as hard as you could but it did you no good, you still ended up at the steps of the steps of the castle, barefoot and terrified.

Frozen in fear, you trembled as the huge ornate doors opened before you. Candlelight spilled into the night air illuminating your way, but you refused to move. Some baser instinct in your brain told you that if you remained totally still, the monster would leave you alone and once dawn finally broke, you could run to another town.

Alas, it knew you were there. “Come inside before you catch your death of cold.” A voice called to you, urging you into its den. Acting of their own accord, your legs pushed your forwards and into the warmth of the grand hall, even as your mind screamed at you to turn and run. 

As soon as you were inside, the doors slammed shut behind you, sealing you into the place that would become your tomb. “Such a skittish little thing aren’t you.” The voice bounced off the towering walls and you whipped your head around, attempting to pinpoint where it came from.

Your heart pounded in your ears as your stomach twisted in fear. A sigh echoed around you. “You needn’t be frightened little one, I will not hurt you.” The voice was far softer now, the tone more of a man comforting a scared animal rather than a deadly creature taunting its prey.

“Please don’t kill me.” You whimpered, squeezing your eyes shut as tightly as you could. The smell of copper and ancient books overwhelmed your senses as someone stood before you. 

A soft touch against your full cheek made you flinch but the hand did not move away, in fact the tips of his fingers brushed your skin, travelling slowly downwards until they touched your lips. “How could I destroy something so pure?” He whispered.

Tentatively, you cracked open one eye and your breath caught.

Before you stood the most handsome man you could imagine. Black curls framed a square jaw, dotted with dark stubble. His eyes seemed brown at first but the longer you looked, the more you realised that they were an incredibly deep red. Shallow wrinkles decorated the outside of his eyes and his mouth, making him appear incredibly human. A smile pulled at his thin lips, exposing a pair of deadly fangs. He wore an outfit of delicately embroidered silk, making him appear as a lord or a king.

Your body relaxed, allowing him to cup your jaw with a fondness you couldn’t quite understand. “There you go. See, nothing to be afraid of.” His accent was thick, very much like the way your grandfather used to speak when you were little. “Now, why don’t you tell me why you were outside my home in the dead of night wearing so little?”

It was only then that you looked down at the thin white slip you had been wearing when the men broke into your home and pulled you from your bed. “They brought me here.” You managed to say, your voice thick with tears.

The man’s dark brows lifted, prompting you to continue. You doubted you couldn’t disobey if you tried. “They said it was to stop more deaths.”

His slightly crooked nose twitched as his eyes flashed with anger. “Foolish.” He snarled under his breath, and you gasped as he squeezed your wide hip tightly, you hadn’t even realised that his hand had moved. That seemed to break him from his trance.

“Ah I apologise. To touch a lady like yourself in that way is most inappropriate. Here, let us get you warm and fed.”

Sunset licked at the horizon, painting the sky with streaks of purple and pinks until they bled into the back of night, giving way to the silver of stars. You had slept through the day, too exhausted from the night’s events to even eat once you had bathed. 

Your benefactor had provided you with a truly lavish room and clothes that were slightly outdated but made of incredibly expensive materials. He told you to rest and that he would rejoin you the next night since he had some business to take care of during the day. You were so tired, you didn’t question him but now, you wondered what possible business he could be attending to.

Too frightened to leave your room, you settled on looking through the small collection of books on the shelf next to the bed. Many of the titles were in languages you could not understand but there were a few that you recognised. Love stories and tales of valour, stories you were told when you were young before your parents had died.

Absent-mindedly, you plucked one out and turned to the first page. The words were so achingly familiar- a girl is forced into the servitude of a monster by her family. He is wary of her at first but slowly, they begin to fall for one another until she kisses him after they are attacked by the villagers and he nearly perishes. The beast turns back into a man and they spend the rest of their lives in bliss. 

“I see you are quite fond of that story as well, it has always been a favourite of mine.” His voice startled you but terror did not accompany it. You looked up from the book to see the man, who had not yet told you his name, leaning against the doorway. Unlike the night before, he wore a simple white tunic and dark trousers. 

Heat bloomed across your cheeks as you spotted the way the dark curls on his chest were exposed by the loosely tied shirt. “My mother used to read it to me.” You stammered out, causing his smile to become even softer. 

“She must have been a woman with taste.” You nodded absentmindedly, tracing the spine of the book with your fingertips. Silence settled between you and after a moment, he spoke again.

“You may ask questions, I will not punish you for being curious.” He gently took the book from you, placing it back onto the shelf before he took your hands into his own. His skin was cold, unnaturally so, and it sent a chill down your spine.

“What- who are you?” The words flew from your lips. You expected him to show some offence to your question but he just chuckled and brought your hands to his mouth. He placed a kiss on your knuckles.

“I am Count Vlad Dracula and this is my home, as it has been for centuries.” Your breath hitched, he continued. “As for your other question, I am an ancient creature who must consume blood to live. There are many names for my kind but I prefer the term vampire.” 

“Are you going to feed from me?” Your voice was barely a whisper, merely a soft exhale forced from your lungs.

“No, I would never wish to mar your perfect skin with something so sinful, not unless you beg.” Your heart jumped.

“Why would I beg for that?” But he just shook his head with a cocky smirk, refusing to answer. “Why didn’t you kill me like the others?”

Dracula sighed heavily and released your hands. “There are many monsters in this world and some are not trapped by the night. Killers and rapists, evil men who lie and manipulate for personal gain. Those are who sustain me. Their blood is sour, tainted, but I refuse to kill those who have done nothing to deserve such a death though their blood is undeniably sweeter.”

His face twisted with shame and despair, the face of a man condemned for his sins no matter how much he repented. You tentatively stepped closer to him. “You’re an avenging angel, a noble monster.”

He scoffed but it was not spiteful, in fact, it almost seemed fond. “I am no angel, I am only fulfilling a duty I was bestowed long ago.”

“You saved me, that seems quite the noble deed.” Something in your chest tugged you to him, compelling you to wrap him in your arms and hide away forever. Instead your fingers curled into the soft sieve of his shirt, anchoring you to him once more.

“Not as noble as one might think. But let us not dwell on that, you must be famished. I think a hot meal will do you some good and then maybe you can read to me by the fire.” He picked up the book once more as he gestured for you to wrap your arm through his own. You dutifully obeyed, ignoring the feeling of his muscular bicep in your hands as he led you away.

“Has this always been your home?” You asked, desperate for an interruption to the silence between you. Dracula’s eyes flicked to you briefly, the red of his irises flickering in the candlelight of the hall.

“No, for much of my human life, I lived in a village not too dissimilar to your own. But that was a very long time ago and I prefer not to think on the past.” Your mouth snapped shut and you nodded in feigned understanding. 

Your combined footsteps echoed behind you, leaving ghosts of yourselves to follow as you journeyed into the heart of the palace you had feared for so long. 

——————

Most days followed this pattern, you would sleep until early evening when Dracula would rouse you with a gentle knock at the door. He would escort you to the dining room, you would eat while he sipped at a goblet of what looked to be wine and then you both would settle in one of his many sitting rooms with a book, a new one each time. Sometimes he would tell you stories of his undead life, painting vivid pictures of far away lands and unique people. On occasion, he would detail his affliction, giving you glimpses of how this all came to be.

Then, as midnight struck, he would leave you then with a gentle kiss to your knuckles. He would return hours later, smelling of the earth and blood. 

In those moments, his eyes were always wild. In those moments, his chest puffed with air though he did not need to breathe. It did something inexplicable to you, a fire would flicker to life in your belly as wetness pooled at the apex of your thighs. He would look at you as his nostrils flared, undoubtedly inhaling your scent. He would tear himself from your presence and retreat to his chambers in the back of the palace where you were forbidden to go.

By the next evening, he would be himself once more.

“Vlad?” The vampire opened a single eye in acknowledgement from where his head lay in your lap. One of your hands was buried in his black curls, while the other held up a book which you quickly discarded to the side so you could rest your palm against his sternum. When you first touched his chest like that, the lack of a heartbeat greatly disturbed you but now, it was strangely comforting. 

“What is it my sunlight?” You tried to smile at him but you knew he could see right through you.

“Do you promise not to get mad at me?” He chuckled, his broad chest shaking beneath your hand.

“I will never get mad at you.” You breathed out a heavy sigh of relief before speaking again.

“Why have you kept me here so long? I would think that you do not need a human around that you will not feed off of. I can’t see myself providing you any real use.” His other eye snapped open and part of you screamed to stop talking, to take it back under the guise of you being too hot but another part was curious about his answer. “I suppose a woman has other uses but you have not touched me outside of moments like this so-“

Faster than you could comprehend, Vlad sat up straight, his face mere inches from yours. “Where did you come up with these ideas?”

“I-“

“If you wanted to leave, you could just leave but I guarantee the village won’t take you back.” He snarled spitefully. He scoffed and stood from the sofa but you quickly followed. Before you could think, you grabbed his hand.

The growl that escaped his lips was that of a vicious beast as he bared his deadly fangs at you, his eyes flashing bright red. A brief spike of fear raced through you and you gasped. Suddenly, he was back to himself. “I frighten you, that’s why you want to leave.”

You quickly shook your head, your grip upon his wrist tightening though you would be no match against his strength. “I am more frightened of the spiders in my room than I am of you. You tell me you are a monster yet you have never hurt me, you have been kinder to me than most humans I have met. I wonder about those things because I feel useless to you. You ask nothing of me in exchange for your home, your protection, your food. And I fear that one day you will desire something of me that I cannot give and I will have to leave you.” 

His broad shoulders sagged as he faced you once more. “You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.” He murmured in reverence. “And I am a selfish, selfish man.”

“To keep you here, in my home, to dress you in clothes of my choosing, to have you read my books- it is selfish, entirely so but I find that I am unable to part from you. Your very existence calls to me, urges me to do terrible things just to keep myself from drinking you down. You have enchanted me, hypnotised me from the moment you stepped foot in my home and I cannot explain it. It feels as if my heart has known you for years.” Every word he spoke resonated through your chest, articulating the feelings that swirled around your mind aimlessly. You stepped closer to him and his arms wrapped around your thick waist.

“You make me feel human again.” He pulled you closer, your breasts brushed against his strong chest. “You remind me what it is to love and to be loved. You have given me a chance to live anew and I wish to give you the same chance, no matter how selfish it may be.” His right hand trailed up your arm, coming to rest at the base of your throat, his thumb pressed against the frantic beating of your pulse.

“I want to taint you, to condemn your soul to hell as long as it means that you can be by my side until eternity. I keep you here because I need you, because I crave you like the tide craves the moon, like flowers crave the sun. You are the purpose of my undead existence, I have lost too much already and I will not lose you too.”

Your eyelashes fluttered against the steel of your cheek as the tip of his nose brushed against your own. “You will never lose me, I am entirely, wholly yours.” His groan echoed through your chest, it made your skin explode in goosebumps.

“Don’t say that my sunshine.”

“Why not?” Your gaze was fixated upon his lips, eager to finally feel them upon your own.

“Because I really will make you mine. I will turn you, make you into a monster like me.” But his tone was eager, filled with desire and longing for just that.

“Then give me a chance for an everlasting life- with you.” There was a moment’s pause and then he ducked his head, his lips barely brushing against yours as they travelled down your jaw and moved along your throat, coming to rest where his thumb had been but he did not bite.

“Please Vlad.” You begged, burying your hands in his hair once more.

“I told you that you would beg for this.” He teased before his jaw hinged open and he sunk his fangs into your warm skin, quickly draining away your mortal life. You clung to the monster who was destined to kill you and all you could think was that maybe the fear you felt for so long was only a restlessness for a new beginning.

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Maybe dc×dp Jazz×Jason magical ceremony bullshit for soulmate friday?

"Hear-ye-hear-ye!" A glowing green man dressed in what looked like the stereotype for any comedic relief in midevial films called out as he floated above the city of Gotham, his voice projected around the world. "Her Royal Highness, Queen Regent of the Infinite Realm Throne has decided to cast the Ritual of Bindings, to draw her soulmate near in order to give DNA to help the Deaged King who has been injured and needs to be Reborn! Queen Regent Jasmine Nightengale will cast the spell in Three Scores! All those touched by Death may be called!"

Predictiably people freaked, running around screaming. Or talking about it, which was what the Justice League did right after, speaking at the table.

"Look, it's legit," John Constantine said to the others. "I've met Danny, the King, before he became deaged, and he's a good sort so is his sister. If she's calling upon the ritual... well, I honestly think she has no other choice."

"So she's going to force whoever-" Bruce said but John glared at him.

"No she ain't. Rather she'll give them a choice. It would be safer for her spouse to be her soulmate but she could find any random man to sleep with to get the DNA." he told Bruce who nodded grumpily. It appeared all they could do was wait.

After three hours, Bruce got an alert. Jason's tracker went offline. He didn't think of the Queen then, rather became worried about other things.

He should have thought of the Queen.

-0-

Jason found himself in a throne room, and reacted appropriately. He pulled out his gun and pointed it at a guy in armour. "Where the fuck am I?" he demanded.

"You are in the throne room of the Infinite Realms." a feminine voice said from behind. He turned to see a redhead behind him, dressed in a black dress. "I am Queen Regent Jasmine, and you are my soulmate."

"...Oh shit," Jason said, remembering the proclamation. He looked at the woman who looked back nervously. "This is for... the King?"

"My brother Danny is the High King. He was injured by an enemy of his, Plasimus. Vlad, our enemy, was obsessed with our mother. He wanted her but she hated him. Eventually he discovered Danny was transgender, as well as learning that Danny is like himself, what the citizens of the Infinite Realms call a halfa. Half human, half ecto being as they are called." Jasmine said in a tone that became choked as she spoke. "He attempted to claim Danny. I don't know how, he became confusing with calling my brother a son or a consort. I don't know which he meant and I don't want to know." Jasmine swallowed. "He attacked and our parents passed in the attack while Danny became injured. He needs to be Reborn, and I can provide half the DNA. I need another half."

"So... you want this a one off?" Jason asked. "Why not go out and pick up a random?"

"I don't want a one-off. I want a partnership. I want to raise my... my child with a partner. I also want him safe, and calling upon my soulmate will help." Jasmine said. Jason stared at her, wondering what to do.

He had never thought of marriage, or kids. Frankly with his life he didn't think it a reasonable thought. But here was a Queen asking him. His soulmate even.

(The part of him who loved the classics, who snuck smut novels and who had opinions on romance flicks was cooing inside of him, begging for this chance.)

Jason always did like kids...

"Alright so... what do we do?" he asked Jasmine who smiled beautifully. He wanted to put that smile on her more.

[manlywitch]

Hi! Could I make a request? Monoma x Male reader smut.

Where Monoma is jealous seeing that her boyfriend spends more time with class 1-A? The rest I would like to leave to your imagination!

I am so sorry if my request is not understandable, English is not my main language. If you don't find this request comfortable, you can ignore it if you like! Thank you!

Sure thing dude ^^

Also, we don't judge English here. It's not my main language either /srs( ￣▽￣).

I've been noticing a pattern where I only have written for blonde guys rn.. (excluding Alastor)

<🏵Type- Smut {🔞}

<🏵 NSFW -16 dni

<🏵reader- Male!reader.

<🏵character(s)- Monoma Neito.

<🏵warnings/TW- degration, NSFW content, suggested humiliation?

<🏵proofread?- ❌️ (I was too tired..)

Fem aligned dni

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ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹ `✦ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹ `✦ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹ `✦ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃 ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹ `✦ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹ `✦

Monoma clenched his fists in anger as he stared at his boyfriend, who was happily talking to some morons from class 1-A.

He was grumbling and cursing under his breath as he complained about it to Kendo, who just ate her lunch trying to ignore the blondes childish antics.

"I will not tolerate him talking to those freaks..." he said to the red-head who wanted to leave this idiot alone but couldn't since she cared too much about him.

『⋇⊶⊰time skip⊱⊷⋇』

And here you laid you're ass being rammed up by Neito's dick as you couldn't make any noises since he gagged you with a piece of cloth.

You're body was littered with freshly made hickeys and other marks that made everyone know you were 'claimed' by someone.

You were laying on the carpet a pillow under you're bottom so Neito had better access to you're ass. Also...You were laying infront of a mirror.

Neito smirked as he sped up, muffled moans coming out of you're mouth as his dick hit you're prostate.

He was squeezing and rubbing you're balls as he also had put a cock ring around you're dick not letting you have you're release.

He groaned as you tightened around his cock making him almost cum.

He groaned and put both his hands on you're hips as he came inside you.

Muffled whines and moans escaped you're mouth as he started stroking you're cock with one hand, the other hand on you're hip.

He pushed his cock in deeper his balls slapping against you're ass as he sped up even more making you feel overstimulated.

He loosened his grip on you're hips when he was done cumming.

He came down from his high.

He pulled out and looked as his white seed dripped out of you're ass.

He smirked and sat you down on his lap looking at you.

He grabbed his phone and started making pictures of you're lewd expression.

He smirked and let go of you making you fall weakily onto his chest.

He removed the cock ring and smirked as you came instantly you're white seed squirting onto his stomach and you're thighs in long ropes.

He stroked you're thighs as he whispered.

"Such a little slut.." he said as he stroked some of the hickeys on you're thighs muffled whimpers coming out of you're mouth.

He put you down onto his bed and looked at the pictures he took.

"Look at how much of a whore you look here.." he said as he scrolled through the pictures.

He noticed you fell asleep and decided you didn't deserve cuddles since you were such a whore, oh, and the fact you talked to Class-1a still bothered him.

He slept on the couch in his room that night.

『⋇⊶⊰time skip⊱⊷⋇』

The next morning he woke up noticing you were gone, probably back to you're dorm room.

He put on some clothes and walked out the door.

He went to the common room with the elevator.

He then saw Vlad king and principal Nezu standing there...With the entire class around them.

He walked to the group wanting to know what was going on.

Nezu started talking about how they think there might be a spy at UA and said that he and Vlad king were gonna check everyone's phone for evidence.

"And we'll start with photos and videos" Nezu said.

"First of, Monoma.." Vlad king said as he signed Monoma over to give him his phone.

Let's just say....

You and Monoma had a nice time explaining stuff to the both of them.

I always love new requests, so absolutely send them in when you get an idea!!🌻

[madarasgirl]

A Night for Hunting Ch.18 -Interlude III

CW: 18+, NSFW, Alucard (Ultimate) x F!Reader, explicit sexual content, Dom Vladcard, ROMANCE, oral sex, bondage, blindfold, ballgag, shadows/tentacles, ‘speculum,’ breeding kink, creampie, aftercare, affectionate vampire king, comfort, history, self-indulgent fantasies, cervical penetration, shadow writing. A couple who's BIG HORNY for each other Words: 5089

Extreme sex re: tentacle porn. But this is still emotional smut in the same strain as the other Interludes. 

This chapter can be skipped and imo you shouldn't miss too much plot-wise. Something interesting that does happen will be described in later chapters. Don’t take the contents of this chapter too seriously. It wasn’t planned well in advance like most other chapters. The Reader is ovulating and so am I, that’s all. Oh daddy Vlad.

In this fic, vampires are infertile because they are dead, including their spunk, which Vlad knows. He's just indulging in a fantasy and contemplating a life which he knows would never have been possible.

I also went through this story from the beginning and made some small edits. I swapped some words here and there that I liked more and made two changes to ensure continuity and adherence to the canon:

Alucard should only be using one gun in Ch.7 since he doesn’t have the Jackal yet

In the OVAs, there was no painting hiding the entrance to Alucard’s lair

Excerpt below the cut

”Alu-!” You stopped in your tracks upon entering the great room after the check in the bedroom yielded no vampire. 

“Vlad.” 

The diffuse rays from another hall retreated shortly after illuminating the lounging figure, as if shying away from the night creature of legend. 

Alucard was always correct whenever he mused about the wonders of darkness’ cover. 

There was beauty in the unbroken shadows. The poor visibility compelled you to adjust to the nuanced differences in the most subtle shades of black. The brooding giant nearly fused into the surroundings, consuming any specs of light, his knee-length tresses flooding around him in an inky pool deeper than the background. No metal reflected the lamps outside. Vlad was unarmed, clad in a skin-tight suit covered in straps that outlined his impressive physique.

This was not who you expected to find. Twin citrine jewels flickered softly as they regarded you. You silently observed each other for a moment. Was he sad again tonight? No, clearly he could scent your need and was waiting to see what you would do.

‘The trappings of his physical form were meaningless,’ you recalled him insisting. You took wide exaggerated steps to allow your groin to air –and for your natural aromas to diffuse better. Kneeling at his feet, you wedged between the King’s knees and fumbled with the leather straps to fish out his member. The outfit was an irritating single piece garment. Fortunately, the clothing parted as you dug in and left you salivating at the creamy flesh nestled within a sea of darkness. 

Summoning up a piece of forgotten courage, you glanced up at his imposing magnificence before standing abruptly to lead him back out to the throne room. Your lover was a king tonight and respect must be imparted. 

You exhaled as you arrived and got a proper look at him. The jumpsuit accentuated the outline of those sublime proportions. His chest was thick and quads swollen with brawn; you could make out the grooves where his triceps began and where the “V” to his hips ended. The smoggy darkness cloaked him like a jealous mistress unwilling to relinquish her finest work of art.

His cock hung semi-erect from a carpet of neatly trimmed pubes.

The vampire was enjoying the attention, eyes sparkling as he watched you drink him up. The corners of his lips tilted roguishly and your gaze focused on those plump pads. Something snapped.

Your mouth crashed into Dracula’s in an open-mouthed kiss as you stood on the tips of your toes and nudged him back to encourage him to sit, to allow you to fellate the King on his throne. 

Piece by piece, you took your time shedding the components of your night clothes, until at last you let your panties drop and join the pile pooled at your feet with finality. 

His stare bore through you.

There was a low whining sound from someplace far away, yours, as you rubbed hard against his body and collapsed to the floor to settle between his legs again. A trail of fresh bruises were left in your mouth’s wake along his thighs. Audacious, but the need to satiate the flesh was stronger than any lingering intimidation inspired by this version of your lover.

The bruises disappeared before your eyes. The circles mottling the dead man's skin were never bright red. Angry maroon faded into smooth alabaster within moments as the pounding of your heart kept pace with the speed of your lover’s healing.

Your fist tightened around him. You latched tight and sank as far as you could, casting your gaze at him again proudly through hooded eyes when you barely gagged at this depth. It was the triumph of many months of training in the bedroom. Your cheeks hollowed.

Vlad was austere and gorgeous, and though he remained silent, those narrowed vermilion irises remained fixated on your actions. At least the way he gazed at you wasn't as lecherous as Alucard.

The vampire grew for you rapidly, a reassuring indication you were doing something well. The back of his fingers stroked your cheeks as you bobbed and applied more suction while you prodded his balls.

You stayed on your knees in supplication to a demon, feeling drunk in the act of perverse prayer.

You grew docile as you suckled your pacifier, marvelling at the fleshy taste of goodness when he tugged you off the ground and bent down to bestow another passionate kiss upon your hungry lips. Your tongues intertwined and shoved at each other. Your hands dug into his suit and traced the contours of his pecs, ravenously trying to get under and onto his skin. The royal vampire rumbled as you panted to catch your breath. 

“I have something to show you, my Darling. It is as we discussed,” he said.

You almost forgot your arrangements through the haze. That explained why he was dressed this provocatively.

Show me. 

The warlord’s hand enveloped yours as he led with a loose grip to the bedroom, where he stopped in the middle of the cavernous chamber. Somehow, you missed the leather sling dangling from the ceiling earlier. It oscillated ever so slightly in its emptiness. Not for much longer.

The vampire King, for all his nefarious reputation, stared down at you tenderly and smoothed the back of his hand over your face. So much power and all of it was restrained for your sake. A blindfold appeared from nowhere and he fastened it around your head reverently. 

“Do you remember what you agreed to? What you asked for?” He said as he cradled both sides of your face and coaxed you into tilting it up at him.

~To be Continued~

Ch. 19- Valentine's

[tfyoulookingatgiuxs]

Do it again...

Vampire!Eddie Munson x Princess!Reader

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: Night reigned in your great and powerful castle as a menace out there stalked, threatening the people who lived beyond. You were alone locked away for safety, but no one knew that you had a sweet and exciting visit from a creature who wanted only and only you.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: 18+ SMUT!!! MDNI!!Unprotected sex, p in v, bondage, age gap, choking, dracyphilia, degradation (whore, slut ect..), pet names (pretty girl, princess ect...), dirty talking, fingering, spanking, dom!mean!Eddie, sub!fem!reader, praise kink, begging, blood kink, wax play, monster fuck, aftercare, secret relationship.

𝐀/𝐍: Sorry for my english, is not my native language. I really love this one, i hope you enjoy! (Please dont judge, this is my first smut i posted on Tumblr, hope you can support new writers.) I would defenitely brought another one-shot like this, beacuse a love Eddie in fantasy romance. Support new writers and reblog! (DIVIDER NOT MINE)

Night reigned over the kingdom of Nyzeen. It was populated by a large village that lived thanks to the king who ruled over them. A loyal and kind man who cared about his people and about making sure no one lived in poverty.

His kingdom was powerful and with equally strong and trained guards. He founded Nyzeen about twenty years ago at a young age, when he had enough courage to defeat Lilith, one of the most dangerous vampire women in the world, defined as the reincarnation of Count Vlad, an extremely dangerous vampire being who took pleasure in impaling own victims and then drain them dry by drinking their blood.

Lilith was defined as Vlad, a real devil, mother of all her demons called vampires today, created by the devil himself to take revenge on mankind by depriving them of their blood, and transforming them into part of his ranks.

The king, after defeating Lilith, took possession of the large and dark castle, creating the kingdom that it is today, saving the prisoners who were left there as a breeding ground for their uncontrolled hunger.

On that full moon night, the king found the love of his life among the unfortunate survivors, a woman with a wonderful appearance. The young king could not resist and married her, ruling at her side and they became husband and wife. One fine day, the king and queen gave birth to a beautiful and enchanting baby girl. You.

The day of your birth, in Nyzeen, was recognized as one of the days in which a sudden cold descended never felt before, while the forest present a few steps from the kingdom mysteriously expanded.

Many years have passed and you were close to adulthood, where you would soon have to choose your future husband and rule your future people. You were to become their queen, confident and fearless. Your mother still cries when she sees you today, in a short time you had grown up and it seemed like only yesterday when she held you in her arms for the first time. She was proud of you as was your father. To them, you were the most beautiful in all the realm, no one could resist your refined beauty. You were like a wonderful flower that bloomed in the blood of God, a divinity with an apparently monstrous appearance due to the dominant black color, but with the kindness and purity of a true angel from heaven.

However, in this beautiful fairy tale there was also a horrible threat that had been worrying the entire village lately. The forest that lay before the kingdom, also called The Black Forest, hid vampires who survived the war against Lilith. They caused the deaths of some inhabitants of the kingdom who had left to obtain some wood. The return of those blood-hungry creatures has sparked panic, but the king has promised to keep everyone safe and kill all those beasts that still infest this land. He hate them.

The vampire...

A creature as fascinating as it is on a scientific level is also extremely dangerous. It outlives man for thousands of years, maintaining a youthful appearance that masks its enormous age. Capable of transforming into bats, fog or werewolves, the predators par excellence. They have sharp canine teeth with which they tear the skin of humans and suck their lifeblood.

Their skin could change shades depending on how much blood they drank and they knew how to disguise themselves among humans, living among them as if nothing had happened. The books were full of information about them, and you couldn't hide that you felt some interest.

It was a cool night with a red moon and on that precise evening all the citizens of the kingdom locked themselves inside their homes, barring the doors and windows. Vampires during the red moon were ruthless and nothing would stop them. The only thing that could have kept them away was garlic. It was the weapon to keep them away, especially that night. Instead, your parents asked the more trained guards to lock you in your rooms and make sure nothing happened.

Not only were the lives of the citizens at stake, but also yours and that of the entire kingdom. You were the daughter of the man who defeated and ruined the vampire race, they certainly didn't find you nice...

Your room was dark and a few oil candles attached to the walls gave light. The windows were closed, including the small balcony that overlooked the castle's outdoor garden. You were calmly looking at yourself in the mirror while combing your hair. You were still in your long dress, you didn't feel like wearing your nightgown yet so you preferred to wait.

A tidy and sober dress, a true gothic princess after all. The only thing you got rid of was the corset so you could feel freer and more carefree.

You jumped on the spot when you suddenly heard a knock on the glass of your balcony, as if someone had knocked. You turned around but no one was there. You therefore decided to get up and go and check; you weren't afraid, not even of a possible vampire, maybe... it depends on who the vampire in question is. You were attracted by the reddish light of the moon, all in front of you, as if it had come to take you.

Incredible, you thought.

Someone's shadow appeared, you managed to see it, it was hidden behind the wall. You grabbed a knife from your thigh lining, then jerked open the entrance to your balcony. It was all so fast. The stranger managed to block your arms from behind, but you kicked him on the knee and as soon as he grimaced in pain you pointed the knife near his throat.

Only now did you realize that the sharp blade was grazing Eddie's pale white skin. Your tense muscles loosened as a giggle escaped his lips "I must say you've improved, princess" he said and you lowered the weapon putting it down and he licked his lower lip "I wasn't expecting any visitors" You stated walking back inside while the vampire followed you "I wanted to surprise you with the surprise effect" He said as he wrapped his arms around your waist and in the meantime you closed the balcony "Well you did it" You whispered as he placed his cold lips on yours skin pressing a few kisses.

Exact. You were secretly paired with a vampire, one of those who killed for food and who together with his cronies are wreaking havoc through The Black Forest. It wasn't your fault, you couldn't imagine it ending like this, actually it wasn't supposed to go like this, but fate had decided that way. That day when he pierced your heart like a sharp arrow you lost your temper, you couldn't escape, you couldn't resist, you were destined. A dream...a dream where love is nothing but passion, sin and chaos, nothing more!

You turned towards him giving him a sweet kiss while he held you close to him. You placed your hands on the now torn black shirt that showed the rest of his stomach. It was stained with that dark red liquid like wine but which for his tastes was even better than the wine itself.

"Why this sudden visit on the night of the red moon?" You asked then felt her nails as black as her arms fix one of your locks "I haven't seen my princess in days, I felt so alone, so I came to see you" curious how he chose today to come and see you , but in the end, it was fine, right? You had removed all the verbena plants you kept in your room, so it's as if you were waiting for his arrival. Verbena was an extremely rare plant to find and used to ward off vampires and witches' spells. Only people from the castle could take advantage of this very difficult to find flower, but you didn't think about it.

“My poor dear, I'm sorry for making you feel so alone” You said in an empathetic tone stroking his unruly curls “I couldn't imagine living a hundred years without your presence” he whispered making you blush and he kissed you again. He was hungry, more romantic than usual and what's more his grip was stronger than you remembered.

You separated while catching your breath and he could feel your warm breath on his chin "And you? How did my princess feel without me?" He asked. Your noses were together and you could notice his dark circles and brown eyes like a fallen autumn leaf "Bored. Without you, life here is still the same, nothing new" since your relationship was something secret , you and Eddie couldn't be together whenever you wanted, so it was normal if you didn't see each other for a week or even a whole month.

Eddie nodded "Well now you don't have to worry because I'm here princess" Yes. It was definitely VERY romantic unlike other times you two saw each other. You didn't say anything to him until he pressed a few kisses to your neck "If you're feeling peckish, just help yourself, you know I don't mind" You used a calm tone that would put Eddie at ease.

But he shook his head "I can't sweetheart, I don't want to bleed you dry" he positioned his face in the crook of your neck and you gave him a simple kiss. You had forgotten that on a night like this, vampires could be aggressive and uncontrolled. The younger vampires were extremely out of control and with a higher bloodlust, but Eddie, being a vampire who has lived over three hundred years, fortunately does not have this problem, but still he would have been uncontrolled if you let him drink your blue blood. But you would do it, you didn't care if he would drain you to death, you would do it for him.

“I would take the risk for you,” you told him as your hand ran through his messy curls. You felt his cold breath on your neck, sending shivers down your entire spine. It wasn't the first time Eddie drank your blood, the first time he tasted you he called it the purest blood he had ever drunk. From then on, Eddie demanded that no other vampire scum should touch you or your blood, you were his, and you wouldn't change that.

Eddie, hearing your consent, sank his fangs into your neck causing excruciating pain. You held back a scream by biting your bottom lip hard. He sucked your blood intensely and you heard him moan. The vampire's grip got tighter and tighter and you hissed something and then no longer felt that stinging pain. He licked the bleeding wound and you squeezed your legs together feeling some tingling.

At a moment like this you absolutely shouldn't be excited, but his teeth as well as his tongue dragging on your wound, it was a mix of different emotions for you.

You were so needy in that moment...and here you came to fuck on your big bed, while outside the knights started making a big mess. Eddie had you pinned to the bed, wrists tied to the headboard, dress now off leaving your skin exposed and on display. Escaping was now impossible...

The vampire had positioned himself above you, his fingers playing on your clit in circular motions, while with his other hand he held a white candle, dropping the now melted and hot wax.

“Eddie-” you called him as tears rolled down your cheeks “No” he said once again in a dominant tone. You absolutely had to come, but Eddie ordered you not to, he wanted to ruin you, and what better way than to drag it out? You moaned at the burning of the hot wax on your belly, you couldn't make too much noise, even if there was a racket outside you couldn't risk it "Look at you, you're so pathetic" he said with a grin as you almost screamed because of the wax that fell on your left breast “I bet you want my cock inside you so bad, huh princess?” You were too caught up in the sensations that it took you time to respond.

Spank!

“I asked you a fucking question whore” he said growling and squeezing your ass where he hit “Y-yes!” You said desperately "Please Eds-" you begged. The vampire laughed teasing you "Have we got our manners back, princess?" He asked as he threw a handful of hot wax on your nipple which this time made you scream but you tried to bite your lip to hold back "Yes Eddie, please make me cum" you looked at him with tears in your eyes and he smiled, blowing out the candle with a simple blow, placing it on the nightstand next to your royal bed. The vampire moved closer to your face to kiss your cheeks and suck some of your salty tears. One of his fingers had now entered you making you moan noticeably “Just like that” He whispered to you as he sunk his fangs into your neck, but lower near your collarbones. You felt all the pain and pleasure at the same time. The sound of his fingers sliding in and out of your pussy could be heard throughout the room, and you were seriously about to reach your limit "E-um" You tried to say his name and failed miserably "Come on princess, now you can cum, i want to be generous" he said pulling away from your skin, disinfecting the wound with its saliva. His approval was all you needed, and sure enough, you came wetting his ringed fingers and moaning throwing your head back “Fuck-” You vulgarly said abandoning yourself to the passion of the moment.

Your legs trembled as the vampire stood up looking fully at you. You were fucking gorgeous, now naked on your own bed, tied at the wrists, half your body covered in wax, cheeks wet from your tears and makeup now smudged. You were ruined, but not completely. There was something else you wanted badly, and that was his seed inside you. It wasn't the first time you had sex with Eddie, and for this you thought you were very lucky, because you didn't think you had ever enjoyed so much in your life, even if he was a mystical and dangerous creature, you were really grateful that it was him who took your virginity.

The vampire caressed your thigh and then gave a spank that made you gasp "You really like coming huh? My little slut" he wiped his lips dirty with your blue blood with his hand "Eddie please..." You continued to pray to him. You couldn't do anything else, you didn't care anymore, not even if someone could come in and catch you in that scandalous state.

“I hear you needy girl” He chuckled and hastily took off his pants, freeing his erect, needy cock. He couldn't wait to make you scream his name with just simple thrusts as your tears fall in pleasure.

You felt the tip of his cock tapping against your clit and then Eddie positioned his cock at the entrance to your pussy, then, without warning, thrusting in with a rough deal, you let out a moan as you screamed his name.

“F-fuck, you're so damn tight” he said as he placed his ringed hand on your neck pressing lightly “Now see about using that pretty little mouth to scream my name.” With this, the vampire, without hesitation, began to give firm thrusts, he was seriously full of adrenaline, you didn't think if it was because of the red moon night or if it was just a coincidence.

Every thrust got louder and louder, and every moan you made was just as loud. "Do you hear that, princess? All this noise?" He whispered and you heard some screams coming from outside. You couldn't seriously understand what was happening but deep down, you didn't care in the slightest, you nodded "People out there are about to be massacred, what about you? Oh of course, you're here getting fucked by a vampire" those words of his were like a fine iron blade pointed at the belly.

It was really true...

There was definitely a massacre going on outside and instead of worrying about it you were there tied to that bed getting fucked hard by a vampire.

"Who knows what your parents will think of you...just a little doll who loves to be fucked, isn't she?" His firm hand on your neck tightened even more making you gasp between your moans. Some blood had leaked from your wound, staining the pillows behind you. You nodded and he didn't accept this answer of yours.

Spank!

"Use your words, pretty girl" after this, Eddie sped up making you moan uncontrollably hitting that sweet spot inside you "Y-yes Eddie! I'm your little doll" You almost screamed as your breathing quickened and you began to sweating “Of course you are, fuck-” he let out a moan as you rolled your eyes up “Eddie- I have to-” the words died as more gasps filled you and salty tears wet the pillow next to you. "Cum all over my cock, princess" the sound of your skins flapping repeatedly was something vulgar and sinful "Fuckfuckfuckfuck-" You repeated throwing your head back once again as your pussy tightened around the his cock, you both came moaning in unison.

“Jesus Christ-” the vampire growled giving the last two thrusts, firm and strong filling you with his cum. Eddie removed his hand from your neck, revealing some marks you would have been hard pressed to hide, not to mention the bites caused by his hunger. He pressed light kisses to your neck and you tried to catch your breath “Everything ok princess?” He asked as he caressed your waist, you nodded looking at him. You were tired, exhausted, and Eddie noticed. He stood up taking a deep breath and took care of you by cleaning up the combined case.

You woke up the next morning under your linen covers, the sun's rays streaming through the window and forcing you to open your eyes. You turned your head to look next to you and saw the silhouette of Eddie sitting facing the balcony, the vampire was putting on sunscreen to avoid getting burned. You admired the vampire's back, he seemed to be sculpted from clay, a true historical statue, his messy but majestic curls were simply perfect, he was the most handsome man you had ever seen, and you would never deny it.

You noticed that you weren't naked like you remembered, but in your nightgown. Most likely it was him who dressed you and took care of you, you also noticed how for the first time the boy had slept with you. Because of your secret relationship, it wasn't usual to sleep together in the same bed without being discovered, but you appreciated this gesture on his part. Eddie turned around noticing you waking up "Good morning sleeping beauty" he smiled at you and you did the same still a little sleepy "How are you?" He asked walking closer to you, resting his pale back, like the rest of his skin, on the headboard "Good Eds. Last night though, you were different..." You added a note of concern and the vampire raised his eyebrow as put away the sunscreen.

“What do you mean sweetheart?”

"Last night you were upset. You were a desperate, howling demon. You scared me..." A small grin formed on your face as your nightgown was now on full display and the vampire's hungry eyes couldn't help less than admiring you "Aw, I'm sorry if this vampire scared you princess" he said sarcastically and came closer "Oh, my dear, please. Do it again..." you stroked his dark curls and he laughed "Come here naughty girl"

He smiled as he walked over and hugged you as you let out a soft laugh.

Who cares what happened to him last night! Now you just wanted to stay held by him for eternity.

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Vladislaus Dracula-Van Helsing (2004) 🌸❤️‍🔥👐🏻💐💘🖤🔪🩸🔞

Dracula-Dracula 2000 (With Gerard Butler) 🌸❤️‍🔥👐🏻💐💘🖤🔪🩸🔞

Vlad Tepes/Dracula-Dracula Untold 🌸❤️‍🔥👐🏻💐💘🖤🔪🩸🔞

Queen Akasha-Queen of the Damned (2002) 🌸❤️‍🔥👐🏻💐💘🖤🔪🩸🔞

Jan Valek-John Carpenter's Vampires (1998) 🌸❤️‍🔥👐🏻💐💘🖤🔪🩸🔞

Edward Dalton-Daybreakers (2009) 🌸❤️‍🔥👐🏻💐💘🖤🔪🩸🔞

Prince Daemon Targaryen-House of the Dragon 🌸❤️‍🔥👐🏻💐💘🖤🔪🩸🔞

Prince Aemond Targaryen-House of the Dragon 🌸❤️‍🔥👐🏻💐💘🖤🔪🩸🔞

Arthur Curry-Aquaman 🌸❤️‍🔥👐🏻💐💘🖤🔪🩸🔞

King Orm Marius-Aquaman 🌸❤️‍🔥👐🏻💐💘🖤🔪🩸🔞

Durza the Shade-Eragon (2006 movie with Robert Carlyle) 🌸❤️‍🔥👐🏻💐💘🖤🔪🩸🔞

Credence Barebone-Fantastic Beasts Series 🌸❤️‍🔥👐🏻💐💘🖤🔪🩸🔞

Morgan Avery-Patient Zero (2018) 🌸❤️‍🔥👐🏻💐💘🖤🔪🩸🔞

Archangel Michael-Legion (2010) 🌸❤️‍🔥👐🏻💐💘🖤🔪🩸🔞

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🌸-Fluff 

❤️‍🔥-Smut 

👐🏻-General 

 💐-Dating 

 💘-Romance 

🖤-Angst 

🔪🩸-Violence 

 🔞-NSFW

Citrus Scale: 

🍑 (Peach)-No Sexual Interactions 

🍎 (Citrus)-Romantic hug/or kiss 

🍊 (Orange)-Romantic hug/or kiss with a hint of sexual interaction 

 🍈 (Lime)-Heavy making out with light groping 

 🍋 (Lemon) Actual Sexual Intercourse

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Double, Double Boil and Trouble - Part 4

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

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

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

Wordcount: 2.8k

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

Summary: Things heat up in the Entertainment District.

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

You refused to consider the alternative.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Nothing. Gibberish. What is wrong with me?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 “Hi,” you whispered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Revenge,” he smirked.

“Evil,” you gasped.

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

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

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

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

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

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

You shrugged. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Louder,” he growled.

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

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

It was raining.

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

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

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

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

“Yes,” he replied.

“Rude.”

“You’re stunning when you’re awake.”

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

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

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

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

He shook his head. “Don’t stop.”

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

“Boil?”

“Mmm.”

You swallowed. “What happened?”

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

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

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

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

So that’s why he hadn’t commed.

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

“You did?” you asked softly.

He nodded. “I needed…”

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

He shook his head. “You.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hmm?” His voice was vague and sleepy.

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

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

“Yes,” he said quietly.

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

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3K follower Boba shop event-My hero academia edition

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Guidelines 

Start: March 1st 2023 End: March 20 2023

Please submit all request in the form of asks

Order:

Size

Base

Flavor

Topping

Dessert 

Please let me know what gender or pronouns you want for the reader

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Size:

Small-Headcanon

Large-Imagine

Base:

Milk tea-fluff

Green tea-angst

fruit tea-Smut

Flavor:

brown sugar-Shoto todoroki

Matcha -Izuku midoriya/Deku

Strawberry-Mina ashido

Green Apple-Tsuyu asui 

Orange-Tenya Iida

Lemon-Denki kaminari

Lychee-Eijiro kirishima

vanila-Mezou shoji

Plum-Kyouka Jiro

Peach-Momo Yaoyorozu

Taro-Tamaki Amajiki

blackberry-Fumikage Tokoyami

Mocha-Dabi/Toya todoroki

Watermelon-Himiko Toga

blueberry-Tomura Shigaraki

Mango-Hawks/Keigo takami

Coffee-Shota Aizawa/Eraserhead

Caramel-All might/ Toshinori Yagi

Banana-President mic/ Hizashi Yamada

Pudding (flan)-Fatgum/ Taishiro Toyomitsu 

Lavender-Hitoshi Shinso

acai-Gang orca/Kugo Sakamata

Coconut-Mirko/rumi Usagiyama

Passion Fruit-Vlad king/Sekijiro Kan

Raspberry-Mei Hatsume

Topping:

Boba-Gender neutral

Popping boba-Female 

Jelly-Male

Dessert:

Croissants- “You look really good in my clothes”

Pie- Short quick kiss,followed by pulling them in for a longer kiss

Macarons- “I love you”

Éclair-“You’re the most beautiful being on the earth”

Cannoli-hero x villain

Tarts-“Come back to bed”

cheesecake- "why did you do that?" "Because I love you!" 

Sponge cake-“You’re the only person I want to spend my life with”

Brownie-Cuddling 

cake pop-Sick 

S’mores-Birthday

Strawberry Shortcake-“This reminded me of you”

Gingerbread-“Can I kiss you?”

Honey Bun-“I know you had a bad day, so I made you cookies”

Churro-“You promised!”

Cinnamon Twist-Praise 

Cookie Dough-Patching  them up 

Cotton Candy-Wedding

Caramel Apple-“You lied to me” “I did” “You told me you loved me” “I do”

Caramel Popcorn-spy

Carrot Cake-Fake dating

Cookie Sandwich-“What if someone sees us?”

Waffle-only one bed

Crepe-“I’ve never kissed someone before”

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My Love I Devour

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Day 4 - Zombies. Another Danny fixes Jason’s Pit Madness/Sick Ghost Core Fic, feat. the inherent homoeroticism of impromptu soul surgery. Rating: Mature. First in the My Love I Devour

Day 10: Occultism, Day 11: Dread vs Calm, Day 12: Obsession vs Repression, Day 13: Horror Flick - Sequel to Day 4

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Day 4 - Cinderella Wonderland. A Cinderella and Alice in Wonderland Fandom Fusion but make it dpxdc, Dead on Main

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A continuation of Ectoberhaunt's Day17&18; it is the completion of part 3 of the MLID series. Can be read stand-alone more or less.

Part 1: Pleasures of the Flesh Ch 3

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Part 3: Hunger. Smut. Jason has a sexual fantasy about Danny Written for Day 9 Dannymay2024 AO3 Link

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Day 15: Field Trip. Everlasting Trio Field Trip through the Ghost Zone, ala Little Einsteins.

Patrol Partners 2024 AO3 Link

Need A Lift? A co-authored DPxDC Tim/Danny (Not Jason/Danny for once lol) fanfic. Aka the Brain Dead Meet Cute where where Tim and Danny are Trapped in An Elevator during a Rogue Attack.

Invisobang 2024 AO3 Link

Supernova Series A DPxDC Bang where The Fentons manage to create an interdimensional portal. But it wasn't to the Ghost Zone. At 14 years old, one teenage boy dies in a portal to Hueco Mundo.

The fic series where Danny Fenton is the freak accident to Kurosaki Ichigo's lab experiment, who's been living under the radar in Soul Society. At least until the Plot(TM) kicks off. Crossover Fusion with Bleach, that starts pre-Bleach Canon.

Ghouls and Gangs 2024 AO3 Link

In Death's Sweet Embrace: a Dead on Main, Hades and Persphone AU featuring non-traditional takes on A/B/O and the Sentinel&Guide AU

EctoImplosion 2024 AO3 Link

Forget-me-nots: Post-AGIT, Vlad has the niggling suspicion that he's forgotten something. Dan dismisses his concerns.

"If you forgot, I doubt it was something important." "Yeah, you're probably right," Vlad agrees.

Vlad only remembers what he forgot when Dani forcibly reminds him of her existence by crashing through his rooftop and into his and Dante's breakfast.

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While I won’t deny that there is some misogyny in Hori giving Mirko and his other female characters costumes that expose more skin (mainly for fan service) whereas male characters get costumes made from their dna so they don’t have to be half naked, people hating on Mirko BECAUSE of her costume is so laughable since her leotard is meant to look like the one-piece bodysuits wrestlers wear and her hero alias was even inspired by a real life wrestler

It is very damn laughable.

At most, the female characters do expose skin.

But the male characters also service fanservice, if not more. It's just that people are so use to male characters going shirtless during fights, I feel like it just flies over their head that some of those moments are fanservice.

Need a whole board to count the amount of time Midoriya and other male characters went shirtless. That one shot of Todoroki after he almost killed Midoriya after their match? Yeah, the way it's shot, even in the anime, that's fanservice. The costumes are tight, and there are scenes to showcase how tight to give emphasis on the muscles. Crust's costume exposes his abs and thighs and Vlad King's got a whole cleavage window.

That AFO scene when he regenerates his body and he's all buff and nude? That was fanservice.

That scene when Mr. Compress shows his face? Fanservice. Shigaraki and Dabi have became walking moments of fanservices.

What reason does Shigaraki actually need to be shirtless?? After season 5, he can't keep a shirt on. Dabi? "It's to show his scars." Oh, that, too! But it's obvious the team caught on that he has fans that want to lick him. Hence, his recent costume change.

If people gotta talk about the fanservice over Miruko, then bring the same energy for the male characters and the female characters more. That's what bothers me.

Miruko is designed to reference an actual kickboxer. Mirko Cro Cop is a real person (even referenced in the first chapter of JJK which tickles me because it was for Itadori, who is my other favorite. Yeah, Horikoshi and Gege read other's stories and are friends). If the wrestling gimmick wasn't clear enough, her backstory has her wear a mask like a wrestler does and she fights others... in a wrestling ring!! She fights like a wrestler!

So her costume actually makes a lot of sense! Both in the case of her fighting style and aesthetic.

Yes, some of the designs for the female characters could be a little better, but it's the amount of energy people want to bring to voicing their hatred about Miruko's actual pretty tame costume to everyone else. She ain't the only damn body in the story serving fanservice, so stop acting like she is.

And considering that Miruko is also a grown woman is always what make me even more confused.

In the case of Yaomomo and Hagakure, it makes sense people would be uncomfortable. They are still teenagers, just 16. I'm sure we all are tired of the teen girls being half nude for fanservice trope.

But Miruko? That woman is almost 30. I would expect for people to thirst over her just as much as they do the other characters. Grown women are allowed to be sexy.

Oh, my bad. Apparently not. I forgot how people get upset with women who are confident in their sexual appeal and want to show it off.

The same people who complain about Miruko being sexy are the same people who probably read smut posts about Bakugou.

The way the fandom acts towards Miruko is the point of my post from yesterday.

Y'all hate her costume, but don't mind it on your character for your obvious horny reasons. A lot of the fics and art was horny.

Call Horikoshi a "misogynist", but some of you ain't even no better because of your treatment of Miruko. If you're gonna complain about her costume being "too much", then I need to see that for almost every single body on that same post. People like to say "You're just horny for her", well, what's the problem? Same people who complain that Miruko fans find her attractive are the same people who find their own faves attractive and only that. Some of you probably can't remember your fave's favorite food or their birthday. So I'm trying see what's the problem.

"Oh, here's another Miruko butt shot."

That's the only butt shot you noticed? Hm... kind of odd to be specific about a Miruko butt shot instead of "Oh, here's another butt shot". Is it just me who smells the absolute bullshit that this fandom is sometimes? Just me? Could be just me.

And it's not even just the costume that bothers me.

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Symbols Entwined

by 8ight_c0unt

A week after Class A finds Izuku Midoriya and brings him home, the students and their mentors prepare for a decisive battle between Heroes and Villains. But Izuku grapples with the weight of his power and responsibility, his overwhelming, ever growing feelings for his best friend, and his new bond with his greatest enemy.

This is a prequel to my other fic, "Joint Stakeout", which takes place a few months after the ending of Symbols Entwined.

Words: 2796, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Series: Part 1 of Better Tomorrows

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Characters: Midoriya Izuku, Uraraka Ochako, Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko, Sensei | All For One, Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Bakugou Katsuki, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Class 1-A (My Hero Academia), Class 1-B (My Hero Academia), Kan Sekijirou | Vlad King, Shinsou Hitoshi

Relationships: Midoriya Izuku/Uraraka Ochako, Bakugou Katsuki & Midoriya Izuku, Midoriya Izuku & Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Midoriya Izuku & Todoroki Shouto, Class 1-A & Midoriya Izuku, Class 1-B & Midoriya Izuku, Midoriya Izuku & Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko, Minor or Background Relationship(s)

Additional Tags: Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko Being an Asshole, Bakugou Katsuki Swears A Lot, Bakugou Katsuki is a Good Friend, Midoriya Izuku Needs A Hug, Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia Manga Spoilers, Mutual Pining, Eventual Smut, Uraraka Ochako is a Good Friend

source: https://archiveofourown.org/works/59780938

[shmowder]

Could you please elaborate on firm dom Aglaya and eager sub Big Vlad 👀 (please, maybe both of us knew all my little comments about him would eventually lead to this, despite his horribleness).

Speaking of Aglaya, I just want to say I love the line "She would certainly like that, yes that is why she is asking in the first place." from the inexperienced reader post. It's just so charming!!

🐿️ anon

Oh boy! sub big Vlad is a hill I'd gladly die on any given day of the week, firm dom Aglaya is a set-in-stone notion in my brain.

Could I elaborate? I would love nothing more. Smut below

Vlad Sr.

Dom bottom Reader, Sub Vlad, degradation kink, praise, aftercare.

You cannot look at that man with a ruthless mind and a seemingly apathetic heart and not tell me he longs to he held in bed, to surrender control for someone and be at your mercy.

Most businessmen tend to be submissive in bed, leading a life where you have to rule with an iron fist all the time does that to you. Let's not forget Vlad's surprising tender heart when it comes to his family, Despite all his sins and greed that would've sent him to the lowest circle in hell to rot for eternity, he willingly will sacrifice his life to protect his son who digged his own grave.

It's not just death he agrees to, but torture. In P1 the kin keep him alive for a couple days just to inflict hell upon him, you get to visit him and watch him at his lowest moments as his mind is on the verge of breaking from the unbearable pain. And even then, he doesn't regret taking his son's place in punishment one bit.

Men like him are all bark and bite on the surface but once the bedroom door is closed, they're all vulnerable and needy.

Requiring someone more capable to either pick them up or put them in their place, to order them around and give them a taste of their own medicine.

Have your way with him, make him do whatever you want. Forbid him from ever touching himself without your explicit permission, make him beg for the right to even kiss your skin.

Have him on his knees awaiting your orders, this big strong man reduced to your little pet. How many families he ruined? How many monopolises does he hold over the town's entire economy? Don't you want to teach him some manners and have him apologise for everything wrong he has ever done.

Apologise for being a needy mess that needs someone to degrade him in order to cum.

You could be the daintest most fragile person ever and you'd still hold authority over him. You don't even need to be strong or big, you don't require the leather getup or the whip, you can dress in all frilly pink, look like a literal princess and still be able to order him around. Have the king kissing your ankles while his leaking cock remains neglected between his spread thighs.

You could also be soft with him, treat him like a delicate flower. Spoil your cute little pet because who else will do it for him but you? Who else is capable of seeing how lost he is inside, how much he requires a firm gentle hand to guide him.

It makes him unimaginably pent up whenever you blatantly disrespect his authority in public. Whenever you laugh and roll your eyes at his intimidation attempts, calling them adorable... well pathetic but still adorable in their own way.

With a snap of your finger you could make him worship the ground you walk on. You could ride him and edge him for hours, forbiding him from even thinking about climaxing because he simply hasn't earned it yet. Only good boys get to cum, isn't that right?

Especially if you're someone younger than him, he could be the same age as your dad if not your grandparent! Yet here he is, taking orders from someone half his age in bed.

He can't even deny how much he enjoys it because he gets painfully hard each time you even look in his direction with half-lidded eyes. That knowing smile on your face.

Make him thank you after each orgasm. Have him suck your fingers and taste himself on them, push them deeper into his throat and watch him gag underneath you as you grind his overstimulated cock between your thighs.

Hold him close to your chest afterwards, let him cling to you, and hum a melody to put him to sleep. Allow him this respite after that intense session. He entrusted you with his vulnerability, making him feel protected and safe in your arms.

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Aglaya

Sub bottom reader, Firm dom Aglaya, bandage, spanking, neglect play, doll kink.

Firm in the way a horse trainer would be with a riding crop. Firm in the way a stern teacher would eye you with silence when you get a question wrong, an apathetic cold expression as she asks you to try again, and think this time. Having you squirm in your seat and desperately try not to think of how embarrassing this situation is.

She can have you doubting yourself and your own confidence with a single sentence, she can easily snap your fragile ego in half like a twig. Whatever spine or courage you may have held, evaporates in her presence.

At any given opportunity, she is the most powerful person in the room. The highest authority figure in any situation, the person holding the last word.

You're easy to toy with, most people are. But you especially are fun to squeeze and trap into a corner until you confess and squeak out your most embarrassing secrets to her with teary eyes.

Oh, she already knew them. She just wanted to hear you admit out loud. Your dirty shameful fantasies about her.

Aglaya makes one thing very clear in the bedroom, she holds the absolute power.

Follow her orders, and you'll be rewarded. Misbehave, and you'll be punished and put into your place like any disobedient brat. It's simple as that.

If she tells you to grind down into her hand as she fingers you, you will obey. If she commands you to describe in details how much you enjoy being her obedient doll, you will. No matter how embarrassing it is to talk about the way her fingers feel inside you, no matter how much you want to hide under the covers each time she makes tell her exactly what you want her to do to you next.

You need her help to make you cum, don't you? Of course you do. You're practically helpless on your own without her interference, so lost and clueless on how to pleasure your own body. You need her to take care of you, to explain things and show you how it's properly done.

Aglaya especially enjoys tying you up, rendering you truly helpless and unable to move. Stripping you from any resemblance of freedom or choice, you will do what she says and you'll only get pleasure when she gives it to you.

You decide to throw a tantrum? Then she'll leave you naked and tied up on the bed, dripping onto the sheets below.

Don't worry, she is still in the room. Activity ignoring you, sitting on the desk opposite of the bed, her back turned to you as she goes over her paperwork. Leaving you feeling needy and neglected, all alone, insides aching as you can't even bring yourself any sort of relief.

Sit there and think about what you did, is all that she tells you.

Aglaya doesn't even dignifiy you with simple eye contact, she doesn't turn her head to face you. She keeps her back towards you, not sparing you a glance as you beg her to come back. Apologising and promising to behave.

Her cute little doll all alone, poor thing.

Maybe she'll give you a pillow to hump and grind against if you beg beautifully, cry her name with desperation. Forget who you are and become what she tells you to be, let her shape you into the perfect angel, her obedient toy.

Only after she's sure your apologies are sincere, does she finally rise from her chair and join you back on the bed.

Untie your wrists and legs, cup your face with her hand as she takes in your dishevelled appearance. The sheer desperation in your wet eyes.

Next thing you know, you're bent over her lap. Face buried in the mattress below as her hand trails down your back, leather gloves sending shivers down your body.

You know what comes next in order to truly repent and show how sorry you are, don't you?

The flat of her palm settles on your ass. She squeezes the soft, tender flesh. Imagining how beautiful your skin would look like after she's done with it.

She'll let you keep count.

It's for your own good, she must teach you this lesson.

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Younger Vlad

Hard dom reader, masochistic sub Vlad jr, Humiliation, cock stepping.

I had an epiphany while writing this, Young Vlad would absolutely be into you stepping on his cock. He's ashamed about it but it feels so good to deny it.

He's kneeling on the ground, hands tied behind his back. His legs are spread, cock laying against the hard cold floor below, leaking shamelessly.

Vlad's head is cast downwards, his eyes refusing to meet yours. His breathing growing louder with each click of your heel against the floor as you walk closer.

Weaving your fingers between his hair strands, you sharply tug upwards to make him look you in the eyes. His pupils are blown wide, labored breath and a completely flushed face and ears.

You start slow, a small pressure from the tip of your shoes against his most sensitive and fragile body part. He takes a sharp breath, supressing a whimper as you tease the head of his cock.

Vlad desperately attempts to salvage the remains of his dignity as he puts on attempts to appear collected and unaffected, despite him being the one to ask for this in the first place.

But oh, it doesn't take much to have that facade melt away. The more you press down with your heel, the more his masochist side comes into light as he grinds against your shoe instead of pulling back like any rational person would do in this scenario.

Clicking your tongue, you harshly tug at his hair again. Even humping your leg like a dog in heat is too good for someone like him. He better behave and only take what you give him or else you'll make this much more painful than it has to be.

And god the look on his face? Having someone speak to him this way after he got used to be treating with the utmost respect all his life. The fact you even have the audacity to look at him as if he was filth below your feet makes his heart skip a beat. A screw or two might be loose in his brain because the promise of pain coming from your lips sounded sweeter than any melody, you could slap him and his cock would twitch in response beneath your shoes.

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20 Q's for Fic Writers

Thanks for tagging me, @agentianlegend !

1. How many works do you have on Ao3? 

62! I can't believe I have that many fics posted.

2. What's your total Ao3 word count?

918,405

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Almost exclusively Danny Phantom. I have one Gravity Falls Crossover and one DPxDC crossover as well.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos? 

Summoning: When Jack and Maddie Fenton tried to summon the King of All Ghosts, the last thing they expected was the sudden appearance of a very familiar, very human boy wearing spaceship pajamas and with a toothbrush halfway to his mouth.

Double Discovery: After accidentally shooting Phantom with an anti-possession gun, Maddie finds she has a lot to learn about both Danny Phantom and Danny Fenton. Eventual Revelation Story.

Borrower Danny: A teeny tiny Danny starts living in Wayne Manor

4. Fangs or No Fangs: For Phic Phight 2021. Jack and Maddie know that Danny is Phantom. They saw him transform and they knew they should talk about it with him. But…even after two weeks, that conversation feels impossible. And so Jack and Maddie have a plan: a trip to the planetarium to cheer Danny up, to finally see him smile again, and to pave the way for the truth.

5. Below the Greenhouse: For the Phic Phight. Prompt by Avearia: Maddie discovers the depths of Vlad's obsessions when she stumbles upon his secret lab. Despite the shock, part of her almost isn't surprised by the stolen Fenton Tech, the ripoff ghost portal, or the eerie Holo-Maddie—but the clone she finds floating in the pod at the back of the room? That's another matter entirely.

5. Do you respond to comments?

I generally try to! I love hearing what readers have to say and will happily answer questions, as long as I'm not giving out spoilers. XD

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Well, my second long fic, Hope Can Be a Heavy Thing to Hold, ends with the main character dying so....

Seriously though, I do have a sequel to this story planned as my next major project. Maybe we'll all find out things aren't what they seem. 😜

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

I love angst with a happy ending so a lot of my fics end happily. I don't think I can pick which one is happiest. This one has a special place in my heart though.

Offspring of my ectoplasm. My child.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I have before but not very often. I normally just delete mean comments without replying.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Nope.

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

I have written a two before. I think Borrower Danny is the craziest one.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Luckily I haven't as far as I know.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Kinda? One of my fics, The Danny Program, was based on an au which @thesoulspulse came up with. Later, Soul wrote a longer version of that au which followed a lot of the same stories beats as my fic and I beta'd.

14. What's your all-time favourite ship?

I'm not a huge shipper. Dark Gray (Dan Phantom and Valerie Gray) is something of a guilty pleasure though.

15. What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

My series, Life and Death is all Perspective, has been a bit of a struggle. I get close to thinking it's done and it keeps growing. 😂

16. What are your writing strengths?

I'm very good at writing emotions and dialogue.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Fights scenes are definitely a struggle since I have trouble visualizing them in my head.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I only speak English fluently so I probably wouldn't write dialogue in another language.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

I feel like I've told this story before but the first fic I wrote was a Doctor Who fic for a school assignment in high school. It was for one of those warm-up exercises in English and my teacher loved it. XD

20. Favourite fic you've written?

Tagging @mymadmedleyw @five-rivers @assorted-candy @tathartiel @tachvintlogic and anyone else who wants to participate!

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Why not all of them?

But just for starters, what about the one where they sneak around and fuck all summer? I think that's my favorite one of yours to read.

lol ayyeeeeeee i can work with that!!!

for clarification to those who missed, anon is asking for a director's cut commentary of this fic!

let's split this up section by section, bc it's a long fic 💀

section one:

we start us off with the classic post canon divergent "they missed each other on the bridge, so now anya is fully committed to being anastasia until one day dmitry strolls back into town" au. full disclosure i started this fic fully committed to not thinking too hard about very much ahdlksjf so dmitry literally strolls back into her life without any further explanation. in the fic before in this series, they obviously expressed some feelings ashldjkf but they didn't exactly Talk about any of it, so there's a lot left to be said here. but at the same time, once it's all out in the open-- that they simply miss each other-- they're on the same page and are able to start right where they left off, if that makes any sense.

idk how detailed you want me to be about the smut lol but in general i think anya is like always down to Jump him and dmitry has to catch up. and i think, based on descriptions of how the murder was executed (gunshots and bayonets to the chest) anya would have some pretty graphic scars that might cause some insecurity.

and when they're done, even tho they said they love each other, i think dmitry would still assume he wasn't welcome to stay the night/ that she didn't actually want him long term. which is dumb i know lol but he's an overthinker and has low self esteem, so can u blame him? so that moment towards the end of this section where anya asks him to stay was supposed to have a some emotional weight to it. and the line from the next morning, “I just really, really don’t want my second introduction with your grandmother to start with me buck naked in your bed," makes me laugh every time 🙈

section two:

this is how we go from just a silly night together to a ~pattern~. a habit. i like the bit with the tiara, this whole scene sort of spawned from that thought. i really really love writing pillow talk, which is this entire fic ahlskjdf so this scene they're just cuddling and chatting and i had a lot of fun <3 anya is sort of his common sense filter? she gives him very logical ideas of where to find a job and he's like oh i hadn't thought of that 🧐 it's just that they are both sort of lost at this point and they help each other find ways to ground themselves, reconcile the hardships they lived through with the lives they are living now, and get through the day, one step at a time.

section three:

montage moment! this scene was originally split into two or three and in different spots, but in order to fit everything we had to condense a bit. i knew we needed a moment with vlad, both to see how he's doing emotionally without his friend and bc it's funny to think about anya being a little flustered when the subject of dmitry comes up lol. the bit with the birthday gift was originally closer to the scene with the party/dancing/etc that dmitry gets invited to! but anya's birthday is in june so for the timeline to work out her birthday had to be earlier in the fic anyway. and i wanted the party to be later so their public reunion™ wouldn't raise too many questions yet, so the scene was split. it took me a long time to decide What the king of random gifts gives her, but i think a camera was perfect bc anastasia did carry one around a lot <3 nicholas was a big fan of photography and had all sorts of cameras laying around and was a fiend about documenting his family. so anya would have that muscle memory in her :)

this scene was also important to plant the seeds of how they aren't quite on the same page about the future. they're super into each other, obviously, but they haven't really talked about anything long term yet beyond tomorrow. anya wants something permanent but doesn't want to pop the happy bubble yet.

section four:

this might be my favorite part of the whole fic. i'm a simple girl, i love dmitry cooking and i love soft domesticity and (again) i love cuddling and pillow talk <33 this was meant to give them a taste (no pun intended) of what life could be like if she wasn't anastasia™, and it gives them a reason to be a little discontent with what's going on now. dmitry's work hours are Icky and anya doesn't really like her life as anastasia at all aslhkjdf but also they only have each other in a very limited way.

and again, they aren't on the same page in regards to the future, though they don't know it yet. again anya sort of tests the idea of marriage but dmitry still hasn't quite wrapped his head around the belief that he's actually enough for her. unlike his former conman lifestyle™ of reaching for things out of his reach, he thinks he needs to try to be content with what he has while he has it, because he's not used to people wanting him for more than a little fling. obviously anya is the love of his life and he's hers, but he doesn't really know how to believe that yet.

section five:

another montage moment! i wrote some of this very early on in the process <3 i really liked the part where they talk about their parents and how dmitry is a royalist now lol but i wasn't really sure where to put it in the fic 💀 but this is where it landed. and i also like anya telling him about the callers lined up for tomorrow, bc she finds it absolutely hilarious that anyone would even try to court her when her beautiful secret bf dmitry exists! and of course dmitry would just be sulky and jealous and sad at first. the man is too insecure. but she's like no mister this is supposed to be funny 😤 anyway yeah they are very cute to me 🙈

section six:

once again anya is always down to jump him 🌚 i knew there needed to be a moment where the dowager and anastasia would go out of town to visit relatives at some point, and who doesn't love good ol reunion sex lol. and i knew vlad would invite dmitry to a Function, and i knew there needed to be a bedroom eyes in a crowded room/ 'nobody knows we've been fucking this entire time tehe 👀'/ formal dress moment™ at Some point! they had to have a public 'reunion' late in the fic bc i didn't want other characters to start to get suspicious yet. originally this was supposed to be her birthday party but i already said why that wouldn't work. and as an echo of the previous section, dmitry would of course get a little too in his head about the whole thing and go scowl in a corner somewhere, unaware anya is ready to have him all to herself rn alhsjdkf. he's obviously jealous, but not in a possessive way, he's just discontent with the arrangement. they both are. and i needed them to dance for... reasons <33

idk about y'all, but i can never get enough of anya arguing about semantics (the bit where dmitry is like 'put me on the list') and dmitry finding it irritating and adorable at the same time <3

section seven:

originally anya's maid was supposed to be the one who catches them, she was gonna have a whole arc where she parallels the working class girl anya used to be and anya was gonna confide in her/ found her to be better company than the aristocrats she hangs out with, but i didn't feel like writing all that lhasdkf. and it makes more sense to use a character we already have than to come up with a whole new rando. and lily would be able to figure it out, too, since her love affair with vlad was meant to foil dimya.

section eight:

this fight was so hard to write 💀 i didn't want to over explain, but the whole reason why it escalated to a fight was really complicated; like yeah obviously they love each other and definitely want a future together, they just weren't on the same page as to what that would look like and they needed to hash it out. they certainly know how to make each other mad 💀

section nine:

i really wanted to write dimya in this dramatic jane austen period romance™ longing for one another in a parlor over tea™ needing to break apart when someone else enters the room™ situation... so that's the real reason why they had to fight asklhjdf so we could get them to do This and Feel Big Feelings across a room 😌 and in this fic the moment with anya and the dowager before the finale didn't happen yet, so it's happening here. 'dmitry refused the reward?' is now 'dmitry is coming to tea??' and i really love it when the dowager and dmitry get to interact in any fic. it's like candy to me. so deliciously tense and awkward. i also think their sense of humor is very Situational and Strange, especially in the eyes of a proper lady like marie, so having them commit to a bit as long as they can in front of someone else is funny to me lol. and i feel like while some nasty things were said in their fight, they reconcile pretty quickly bc they just want to figure it out and that's what matters <3 the musical has a lot to say about female agency, so i wanted to echo that theme here too.

section ten:

obligatory post-elopement epilogue <3 i cut this down a lot, mostly bc a lot of it was redundant and not really going anywhere productive and somewhat bc this document, combined with the fic before, was reaching 30k and i was ready for it to be over lol. but yeah. anya gave the grand duchess lifestyle a good try, but i think this was the best compromise for her. and now that they're married anya gets to call dmitry 'grand duke' which is a personal favorite of mine that hardly ever gets used alhskjdf. and i really liked the bit where she's like lets go! and he's like rome isn't going anywhere 😪 and she's like but our train will if u don't hurry up 😤 🙈