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[miss-kittys-magical-library]

Seven Devils

(Vladek x Fem!Reader)

Warnings: sexual teasing, mention of bodily harm, murder and blood GIF found on @merry-melody

A/N: Not even a serious injury can tame your sexual desire for Vladek, even as the devil closes in. For @emelieislasheehan

Part One: The Drumming Song  and Part Three:  Shake It Out

You came up from the bar with a plate full of food provided by the barman. Something about him unsettled you. He felt desperately out of place, and why was a bartender living in a hotel? You caught fleeting fear on his face when Petra, the rather demure officer with obvious alcoholism, mentioned how easily Bianca was identified. The young clerk was found headless a few days earlier, and you prayed that she wasn't part of Vladek’s sacrifices.

You blinded yourself by staring at the brilliance of the snow. Endless miles and piles of it. You thought about Vladek wandering the frozen tundra in that anorak and steampunk goggles so desperate to make the visions go away. You knew about the other murders.

Petra was the only one convinced it was ritual. A shaman connected to the massacres a few weeks back. But everyone claimed she was just a woman who needed to listen to the men.

How lucky for your love. Maybe this would be over and you could escape home to Oslo. Back to his mouth and hands that blanketed you like the snow.

A wave of nausea overtook you. That churning acid in the base of your stomach. The bile rose in your throat and a pain spread in your chest. It settled in a searing pain under your ribs. You cried out as it took your breath away, tears streaming down your cheeks. Your sobs echoed off the walls of your room. Reaching for the phone, you dialed the only number you knew besides Vladek’s.

“Where is he?” you begged the motherly voice on the other end. “Freya, hvor er han?!” you all but screamed into the phone. The fear and agony causing you to lash out at her.

Freya filled you in briefly. You heard her breath catch, the way it was labored. Vladek had told you something was in her, advancing through her nerves and muscles. It was breaking her down. Your voice softened when you realized her death was inevitable. You would be there as quickly as possible.

When you arrived, you followed Freya into the garage. She gestured, eyes melancholic and frustrated to a loft. He was pale, she stated, and stubborn beyond Hel. If there was anything to be done to keep him still, to let Fortitude burn to the ground, she was willing to listen.

You rolled your eyes, “at this point maybe sex might work? He always mentions that my body is intrusive to what the gods have called him to do.”

“Then do what you need to!” she called as you began my ascent to Vladek. “Just please be gentle. If those stitches tear, he'll be worse off than he is now.” You waved her off.

You made your way to the bed where Vladek laid. His hand protected the bandages on his stomach. A flash of pain passed between you both when you sat down beside him. You winced and clenched your teeth.

Your fingers brushed the sweat drenched curls from his forehead, but he made no move to look at you. His gaze seemed far away and unfocused, like he was asleep with his eyes opened. He mumbled something, a chant or incantation, under his breath in a language even you didn't speak.

“Min kjærlighet, what did you do to yourself? Huh? If you die, Hela will not let me follow.”

“Good,” he struggled to inhale. His turn in your direction was labored. “Your life is with the living. You are so beautiful, y/n. You hurt my eyes, and even now you are stirring things in me that prove why a shaman’s life should be virginal. Celibate.”

“What a way to my heart. I am so attractive that you should've stayed a virgin. I have said this to you several times, my entire life has been promised to you, Vladek. Arranged by blood when we were born. How can you break a blood oath? With self sacrifice? Cutting your penis off? Murdering innocent girls who talk too much?”

He laughed and choked on a cough. The sound was humorless and terrifying at the same time. “I didn't kill Bianca. I liked her. She was smart. Believed those scientists, that facility and that they unleashed something no one can control.”

“Except you. I have a pain like I've never felt in my body. I knew you had been shot. If we weren't meant to do this together, what is this for?” You showed him the blood on your fingers from his injury marked on your skin. “Why am I bound to you? I was a skeptic, I've lived a long time away from our people. We have been here only a few weeks, and I'm terrified. That sheriff scares me. He's not right.”

You laid your hand on his chest. It made senseless zig zags down to the wound. You touched it momentarily before zig zagging again over the rest of his bare stomach and teased the hair that ran from it underneath. You let your hand momentarily squeeze the bulge under the covers and sat back.

“You are also beautiful, Vladek. I should pluck out my eyes so that I cannot see it. Hmm?” You raised your eyebrows, eyes widened. “I really don't care. Your lips and skin, there's not much more color to them than the frozen tundra outside. It's so hard for me not to kiss you senseless.”

You bent forward and melted your mouth into his. You caught him off guard with your tongue as it dove deep inside of him. Searched for nothing but a fight from his own tongue. It held its ground against yours while he held the back of your head.

Fingers snared by your hair, he tightened his grip and pulled your head away roughly. You huffed and stood. You unzipped your layers and stepped out of them until you were naked at Vladek's bedside. You got on your knees beside him and placed his hands on your breasts and squeezed.

“I'll make you forget what haunts you here. Freya was right, let's watch it go down in flames. Your ancestors’ failures are not your own.”

Vladek’s ragged breath caught in his throat as he laughed. A cough ravaged him first before he spoke. “You are like the mistletoe Loki set on Baldur, small and deadly. We will be the death of one another.”

You climbed atop of his covered legs and knelt on your haunches. A smile crept along the corners of his mouth but didn't reach his eyes, and broke your heart. Still you held your chin up in defiance while removing the blankets and his boxers to expose his nudity to the cold air.

Vladek didn't object as you crawled up his body and hovered over him. His growing erection inches from where it strained to enter. You swelled and held his cock in your grasp before lowering yourself enough to tease him with your slit.

“How do you know I am mistletoe and not more?” you questioned.

Your body dips and hips undulates on the head of his cock. You rocked faster knowing you were slick with want, but Vladek found strength and lifted you straight. In one swift motion he slid his fingers inside of you and pumped a few times. They hooked and worked in and out of it sex. His middle finger finding your clit, circled it wildly. You moaned and bucked, a bit wild while crying out that you loved him.

Just then Vladek squeezed your face like a vice with his hand. A flame burned in his eyes while he stared up at you. “Sølvtunge tispe,” he growled in your native tongue. Silver tongued, bitch. “Du er demonen som har min kjærlighet.” You are the demon who has my love.

“Vladek, it's me. Jeg lover. Look at you, what this has done to you. vær så snill. Let's leave.” You dug your nails into his forearm and begged.

“It will never end, but for us now it does. For the greater good is worth more than a patriarchal blood oath. Leave like you promised and never come back. I will find you in the next life.”

Broken and angry you stood and dressed. You wouldn't see Vladek for another week or so, your last time. He was breath-taking and determined, but lost to you. He would not stop and would not come back from his next steps. The rituals and drugs and Fortitude.

All you could do was kiss him goodbye for now.

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[misskittysmagicportal]

Intimacy prompt no 50 with Vladek, our favorite murder shaman. 🔪

The Drumming Song (Vladek x Fem!Reader)

Word Count: 888

Warnings: angst, mention of sacrifice, rituals, injury, minor blood mention

A/N: You would follow Vladek anywhere, even into the frozen mouth of Hell. (Turns out this became a prequel to my last Vladek request, "Shake It Off" @neuroticpuppy chose 50. "patching up a wound"

“For better or worse,” you mumbled, losing yourself in thought as you stared out into the frozen tundra of Fortitude. So far it's been nothing but worse.

There was a morning your love, Vladek woke with terror. He bellowed in Nordic, a language you didn't even realize he knew, and Russian as he flailed his arms to ward off invisible assailants. His hands slapped and squashed at:

“Wasps! How did they get in here?” he cried with terror in his eyes. “How did he come back?” Vladek clung to your neck and shoulders. “We did what we were supposed to do. What the Gods commanded.”

“Vladek,” you begged, “what gods? What are you talking about?”

“I have to go. Today. Fortitude. My people should have never abandoned her.”

You knew Vladek was, as your family referred to him, a mixed breed. Ignorance still abides in the modern age. He was simply part Russian and part Sami. They were Nordic Indigenous peoples; he was raised by them until he came of age. All he managed to say in your years together was that they tried to force him into a ritual that meant mutilating a part of his body that had only just awakened. So he ran.

Vladek stayed with a friend of his mother’s, Freya. She cared for him until the Klimov side of his family could reclaim him. He insisted to you now that she would believe his journey. But he had to assess the town. See how far the demon progressed, and find a guide to open him up to what he must do to finally end what his grandfather started. You found it to be utter bullshit.

But here you were, weeks later as Vladek reconnected with his ancestors. He took a job as an electrician which gave him access to every inch of this fortress of solitude. You had to admit, as you sat in the window of your hotel room, that strange shit was going on.

All you wanted was a simple life back in Oslo. Not ancient dead whales and murder and reanimated bodies and swarms of evil bugs. Children. That dimpled smile on Vladek’s face that turned his eyes from a muddy green to an emerald. Ever since you followed him to this God forsaken shithole, his mood ranged from pensive to simply dark. Even you were not enough to pull him away from his mission.

You found yourself lost in the reverie of the days when you and Vladek would travel from Oslo to Stockholm by motorcycle. Your face buried in those wild curls and his leather jacket. You longed for his laughter instead of the solemn trekking out to the Sami encampment after having his first “sign.”

You missed Vladek coming in until he spoke and made you scream. He was bundled up like some sort of arctic boogeyman with giant steampunk goggles. Ones used for welding. His right arm tucked tight against his chest. An appendage in his left dripped the same crimson liquid Vladek’sjacket sleeve was soaked in. Blood.

“My love, what-what's that?” you questioned. The words came out in Russian.

Vladek held up a spine, “The first step into healing Fortitude.

“Where did you get that from?”

He turned to place the part carefully in a bag. “I will build a tupilaq. A being that will take all the forces of good and drive this demon back to Hela.”

You ignored him, “Vladek what is wrong with your arm?”

“But I must leave you, kjærlighet. We cannot see one another until this is through. Parts of me are too,” he touched your face tenderly now, “delighted by you and your body.”

Vladek slipped out of his layers before using his good arm to envelop you in a hug. His lips were ice against yours. You hugged him tight and clung to his sweater, the sense of losing him hung in the air around you. He was off his fucking rocker.

Still the virgin shaman allowed you to hold his wrist and roll back the sleeve. The fabric clung to gash in his forearm. You gingerly separated the wool from the wound that still seeped with blood. If it hurt, Vladek never let on.

“He came to me like a companion. Until I started the sacrifice, then? He bit into me without letting go. It made his death easier for me, and his spine will be the first offering.” He stroked your chin with his fingers, “We will get married when this is over. I promise.”

You left Vladek's side and rummaged through your suitcase for a kit you always carried. Peroxide. Bandaids. A sewing kit. You wouldn't be certain if he needed stitches until you cleaned the bite. After soap and water, you poured peroxide on him in a copious amount. More out of anger than care. He finally winced.

Yet you bent to kiss the injury in several places. “I have been promised to you since our sixteenth birthdays, Vladek. I will wait for you here, but if it's too much? If shit goes sideways in this evil town, I will leave. With or Without you. I can't watch this town destroy you too.”

Vladek silently agreed. Your mouths meshed one more time, but you knew neither of you would be the same.

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[psychostxr]

𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

billy gilbert

baku-babe

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deal

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snack runs

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[cher-writes]

Ethereal | Vladek Klimov x Reader (18+)

Read part 2

Word count: 4.6k

CW: Smut, NSFW, Wound, Blood

A/N: I know it's hella long but it irks me to make two people have sex when it doesn't make sense for them to do so. Hopefully you'll enjoy.

It was an exceptionally cold day. Not that it was never not cold in your little northern town. But even among the cold ones, that day felt a bit too cold to you. You were feeling lazy from the very moment you woke up, but after leaving your warm comforter the cold bit into your skin like a snake, even though you had the heater on. 'I gotta get this heater checked’ you thought as you opened up the blinds to look outside. Surprisingly it was neither snowing nor much cloudy. You could almost make out the sun behind the wispy clouds. This cold but almost sunny day lit you up with an amazing idea. You called in sick to your work without wasting any time. Quickly gulping down some leftovers and grabbing your meticulously packed little bag for this exact occasion you were on your way. Hoping none would see you was a terrible stretch of luck cause in that town, everyone knew everyone and everyone saw everything. You were confident you could lie your way out of trouble if you got in any so you didn't quite care anyway. You had only thought in your mind, The hot spring.

The hot water welcomed your skin like an old lover. As you hoped, the water soothed every aching and sore muscle in your body. The spring was empty as usual. The town people weren't quite fond of taking a bath there, unlike you, who even after being born and brought up there couldn't quite get over the euphoric feeling of bathing in a hot spring in the freezing cold weather. Sometimes you wondered if god made a mistake cause you clearly were meant to be in a more warm climate. The cold and the mundane nature of this place got under your skin way too often. Although there were some weird and unexplainable events occurring recently that left the town in quite an unrest. You knew some stuff but honestly you couldn't differentiate the truth from the rumors so you preferred to keep your distance. Anyway you didn't wanna think about that, all you wanted to do was to float in the tranquil hot water, tune everything out with the ecstatic feeling and you could do that forever.

Unfortunately, your forever was interrupted rather quickly as you felt waves behind you. You turned around only to be greeted with a man's face you've never seen before. And working at the local convenience store, it was unlikely you haven't come across almost everyone living in that godforsaken place. He was adrift a bit too close, and you were taken aback, visibly.

“Sorry, I thought you were someone else, didn't mean to scare you” he blurted out sensing your shock and possible discomfort.

“I-It's fine. I just wasn't expecting anyone to be around” you replied. you could see his piercing green eyes even through the steam and they were gorgeous, to say the least. There was this intensity in them that you've never seen in anyone's eyes before.

You could feel yourself staring. So as to snap yourself out of it and to break the uncomfortable silence you quickly spoke up, “You aren't from around here!”. You meant to ask but it came out as a statement somehow, his intense eyes were messing with your tongue.

“Hah! No. I'm not.” he said ever so calmly. You could make out his face clearly from the steam now, and it was angelic. His slick neck and collarbone glistened in the warm water, now at more of a distance from you than before. Yet to you it felt like he was almost pressing against your skin. It made you uncomfortable, in a sensual way. But you played it cool, you had to play it cool. You weren't the type to flirt with unknown people let alone feel this way for a complete stranger that you met like 30 seconds ago. But it was a fact that you never came across a stranger that looked like him. You couldn't really blame yourself for feeling like that. You shook off your body's fervent reaction to him and said, “I see. We don't really get any tourists around here, especially during these months. Are you visiting someone?”

“Not really. I'm here to fulfill my duty.” he said, the words rolling out his tongue like butter. You've always adored that accent, rarely you heard it around there.

-“Duty?”

-“Yes.”

You understood he probably wasn't interested in explaining anything further and you quite weren't in the state to ask anything either. Your mind was getting hazy. There was a considerable amount of distance between the two of you but his presence felt electrifying. The tension, you felt, was excruciating yet exciting. He on the other hand, seemed extremely and unusually composed. Even smirking, ever so slightly

You were starting to realize there was something unnatural about this man, your head now completely fuzzy and that was your cue to leave. You dipped in the water and swam away without saying anything else. You didn't look back when you got out of the water. When you parked your car in front of your house 15 min later, you were panting.

It had been a few days since you saw him. Yet you couldn't get him out of your head. You saw his intense gaze at the back of your lid everytime you closed them. There were things happening around you but you were out of it. You felt faded everywhere you went. It was as if he took a part of you with him. It was so dumb when you thought about it, you were with him for like 2 minutes at best, yet he rubbed off on you so badly that you couldn't stop thinking of him. And sometimes you caught yourself wishing you met him again, maybe feel his skin this time. You wanted it to happen so much yet you were afraid of it happening, no, you were terrified. Cause if you felt his skin once, touched him even for a moment, you would lose control over all your motor function. Feeling this hot and bothered for someone you didn't even know the name of, left you quite ashamed.

That evening when you came home from your disturbingly tedious job, you weren't expecting for your wish to come true and that too to such an extent.

You walked straight to your kitchen to pour yourself some rosé cause it was Saturday and you had nothing better to do. You preferred the high of alcohol more than whatever you've been feeling for the last few days. It was way better to be actually drunk. You heard some rustling behind you as you were emptying the first glass. You didn't pay it any mind. As you were pouring yourself the second glass you heard footsteps, that sent you on alert mode. When you turned around, ever so slowly, you saw the guy in glasses. Standing, rather leaning against the door frame, with his left hand pressing against the side of his stomach. You were out of everything these past few days that's for sure but you still heard about him. Panic struck you quicker than the alcohol could. ‘How did he get in?’ you thought then immediately answered you own question by cursing yourself for not properly locking the door, the want to get drunk as quick as possible came back to bite you in the ass. But beating yourself up for that wouldn't help now, the danger was already in. With your back against the counter you started fumbling around with your hands in the back looking for something sharp, anything but the only thing you found was the bottle of rosé and the half poured glass. You cursed yourself again and understood that luck wasn't on your side so you decided to run for your life cause you didn't wanna die yet. But your body froze in place and nothing you could do would help it move. Fear took over your being like a frostbite. All of this happened only in the matter of a few seconds. You were now standing there, glaring at him with wide terrified eyes, preparing yourself for the bitter embrace of death. He was standing there still, crouched a bit, till then. Seeing you stop moving, he laggardly took off his glasses and the mask and threw it aside. Your eyes darted towards the accessories as they fell on the floor with a soft thump. It was only then that you noticed he was bleeding all over your floor. When your eyes came back up to see his now bare face, your body went numb and blood flooded the back of your neck like a tsunami at the sight. It was him.

Nothing was making sense to you. Right then probably the alcohol kicked in cause you started feeling tipsy and was starting to doubt if all of that was just a mere hallucination. You were starting to spiral in your absurd thoughts when he spoke up, his voice sharp from the visible pain he was in, “w-will you help-p me p-please?”

Hearing his aching voice something went off in you. The fact that he was the guy in glasses, the dangerous demon people kept talking about, completely washed away from your immediate memory. You rushed over to him and held him by his shoulder to walk him to your bedroom. You helped him out of his coat and the clothings underneath. He inhaled sharply when the t-shirt brushed against the side of his stomach as he was taking it off. It was then that you could see the wound. It was ghastly and bleeding still. You gasped at the sight of it. You blurted out, “How did you get this?”

He didn't answer your question, rather went on to say, “it's a...um.. grazed bullet wound”. His voice strained from the agony.

“W-we need to go to the hospital, what if the bullet is inside!”, you said as your fingers were ghosting over the wound, your teeth clenched. You were growing more and more worried with every passing moment.

“Look at me”, he said firmly with his tired voice and you did, he was looking more human now. Still as unreal as that day, but somehow more human. ‘It's probably all the blood’, you thought to yourself.

“I can't go to the hospital, you understand? You have to help me however you can right here, yeah?” he had this expression, this strange mix of pleading and pain on his face as he said that and nodded slowly. You nodded back in return like an old partner in crime would. After carefully sitting him down on the bed and giving him one of your T-shirts that was just lying around to press over the wound, you practically ran over to your bathroom to get your first aid box. You came back equally hurried. He was slouching in pain. One hand pressing the t-shirt over his wound, other one supporting his body weight on the bed.

You laid him down slowly and then sat beside him. He hissed as you took off the now bloody t-shirt and exposed the wound again. You started cleaning the wound with an antiseptic liquid and you could feel his body shudder under your touch from the pangs of the liquid.

“I think it needs stitches” you looked up and said. He looked fatigued but still more beautiful than any human you've ever seen.

“Can you do it?” he managed to say, with labored breathing.

“I-i learnt it in highschool. I have the supplies but I don't know. It may hurt. I still think we should go to the hos-”

“Do it.” he cut you off quite abruptly. And as if under a spell, you complied.

Halfway through the process, you looked up to see him staring at you. His eyes sent a chill down your spine. The intensity was now setting in, he was half naked, almost under you, you were touching his warm skin and he was staring at you, like that. You couldn't bear the tension so you decided to speak up. Besides the questions were bubbling under the surface for quite a while now.

“How did you find my place?” you asked, and genuinely wanted to know.

-“Freya told me. She was curious to know with whom I confused her with.”

- “How do you know Freya?”

- “I do.”

- “and she told you my name too?”

- “Yes, (Y/N). She indeed did”

Your hand hitched a bit hearing your name roll off his tongue like that. You weren't prepared. He hissed at the sudden sharp pain.

- “I'm sorry. I didn't mean to.” you apologized quickly. He didn't say anything. For a while you went quiet but the questions started pouring in again.

- “So why didn't you go to Freya's? You're clearly her guest. Why come to me?”

- “There were police at her place.”

And at that sentence, everything came back to you like a flood.

“Who are you? What's with you and the glasses? And what is this demon people keep talking about? What the hell is this bullet wound and how did you get it? Why are you on the run from the police? Did you kill someone?”, in one singular breath you asked. Your hands stopped working at his wound. The fear was slowly creeping in again.

He looked at you blankly for a little while and then chuckled. It caught you off guard and you couldn't but relax a bit.

“You ask an awfully lot of questions to someone who is getting stitches on his stomach, don't you think?” he said in a strained but adoring voice.

You felt a bit humiliated and looked down to continue your work.

After a while, he let out a sigh and said, “I'm a Shaman. I came to save this town. From a demon who possesses people and slowly becomes them.”

Whatever he said didn't quite make sense to you but there was something so religious about the way he spoke, something so otherworldly about him that you believed him without a shadow of a doubt. You realized he didn't answer all your questions either and honestly you didn't need him to. You believed every word from of his mouth like it's the word of the lord. And at that point, if he said you were the demon, you would have believed him. Maybe that's what compelled you to ask the next question, “Am I the demon?”

- “No. Never. The demon wouldn't touch someone like you.”

Again it didn't make sense to you what he meant, but you felt it and you believed him. He was growing visibly weary so you decided not to ask him anything further. And when you were done stitching, he was fast asleep. You bandaged up the wound, turned off the lights and left him be.

You made your way to the kitchen and grabbed the bottle of rosé. Your brain was banging against your skull, whatever happened from the evening truly felt like a fever dream. The man that you've been thinking about for the entire week and the man who this town thinks is a demon was fast asleep in your bedroom, it wasn't setting quite right in your brain. You drained the bottle, hoping you'd wake up from this. But instead you started feeling terribly exhausted. You wanted to just lie down on the floor and pass out right there but you deserved more than the hardwood floor after what happened that evening. Now if it was any other day, you would have slept on the couch but something about him was so magnetic that you couldn't keep yourself away from him. You stumbled your way to your bedroom and collapsed on the bean bag opposite to the bed. He was sleeping peacefully like a child. And looking at him, you too fell asleep with an empty bottle in your hand.

When you woke up, everything was blurry. Your headache hit your head before your vision did. As everything came into focus you saw him kneeling in front you, looking at you with his burning green eyes. The sun was coming in through the window above your head and it's glorious yellow glow bathed him. He looked like an ancient greek statue. However little humane he felt yesterday vanished just like that. With his soft lush curls draping over the face, he looked ethereal, kind but regal. You kept staring at him and couldn't quite speak. Whether it was the effect of his beauty or the hangover, you didn't know.

“You're awake” he said in a mellow soothing voice. He sounded much more lively than yesterday. He was still wearing only his pants. His body looked like it was carved out of a stone under the fuzzy sunlight.

You tried to say ‘hmm’ but made somewhat of a weird raspy sound. He didn't seem bothered by it.

“How's your wound?” you asked as you were trying to sit up properly.

“Better. Thanks to you.” he gave you a cordial smile. Something about that smile made you feel so safe even though a literal stranger was in your house at 6 in the morning.

-“um- do you want some coffee?”

-“No, you've already done enough, I think I should leave now”, he said as he looked at you with those mesmerizing green eyes. “Thank you (Y/N), I really appreciate your kindness”.

You didn't know what it was. Whether it was the way your name fell from his lips or the idea of him leaving and you not being able to see him again that sent a mix of anxiety and urgency down your body. You leaned in from the bean bag and crashed your lips onto his. Holding onto his shoulder for dear life, you pushed his body backwards with all your weight. You kept kissing him as if trying to devour him as quickly as possible. Running out of breath, when you pulled out, he had his back against the bed and you were half crawling half kneeling over his now stretched out legs. The position was almost as awkward as the situation. He looked at you with a startled expression, mouth slightly agape. You were just as appalled by your sudden inappropriate action.

“I-I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to. I should have asked. That was so inappropriate. I'm really so-” you blabbered on, flustered and ashamed of your actions.

“It's okay. I like you (Y/N)”, he cut you off and said with a soft loving voice, almost like you'd coo to a baby.

“B-but you don't even know me!”, the confusion in your voice was more than apparent. You looked at him wide eyed, hoping he would explain. Cause if he didn't, you wouldn't have the mental strength to ask him again after hearing what he just said.

“I don't need to know people like you all do” he spoke, the sunlight falling on him still making him look heavenly. “There's...There's a deeper knowing within me about people. From the place above and beyond. I knew you before, I know you now and I'd know you after this place too. I know you more than even you do perhaps. And I like you in all my knowing.”

His words felt like honey in your ears, his voice and accent made you feel light-headed. Or was it the hangover again? You couldn't tell. You didn't know. None of anything he said registered in your brain. Baffled, you just gawked at him, frozen in your uncomfortable posture.

Sensing your astonishment, he cupped your face with his hands and brushed your cheeks with his thumbs, with a smile that you were sure could cure you from all your illness. Under his touch you melted. It felt like electricity was running up and down your body. At this moment, you truly believed, he wasn't from this world.

Every bone in your body wanted to possess him.

And so you did. Kissing him with all the force you could muster. You crawled your way over his body, then straddling him. He kissed you back although more softly compared to your burning urgency. Your hands wandered into his soft hair, tugging and pulling. You were getting sloppy but you didn't take a moment off, you felt like if you did he might just slip off from under you like sand. Or you might wake up from this very vivid dream. You couldn't take any chances, you had to make the most of whatever it was, real or imagined. You were grinding against him slowly but aggressively. Your clothed chest rubbed against his bare skin. As his tongue mingled with yours, he tasted heavenly, like nothing you've tasted before. Your hands wandered all over his neck, shoulders and arms. You were trying to touch and feel everything that he was, he still didn't feel real to you. In your fervid bliss, you mistakenly pressed against his bandaged wound making him hiss out in pain against your mouth. Your ardent movements came to a halt as he slowly pulled away, saliva dripping from the side of his mouth, his lips glistened in the yellow sunlight.

“Go a bit easy on me, yeah?” he pleaded, his doe eyes piercing your soul. At that moment if he stabbed you in your heart, you'd die happy. But you wanted to please him, make up for whatever hurt you caused him. So you kissed him again, this time feebly. His mouth, the side of his mouth, jaw bone, neck, collarbone, you kept showering him with careful kisses, licks and bites all over his upper body. He was brushing his hands lovingly on your back. It felt like this was the moment you've been waiting for your whole life, you were quite sure you wouldn't exist afterwards. When you were done bathing every inch of his upper body with your lips you looked up to see his face. His affectionate gaze was sending warm ripples down your stomach. You felt his hardness against you and you knew what you wanted to do. You started kissing your way down towards his crotch, and after a bit of fumbling, you slid his pants off of him. There he was in all his glory. Without wasting a second, you took his cock in your mouth completely, as far as you could. His breath hitched at your sudden action. You glided your mouth up and down while your tongue went in circular motion around his length. If he was the god there then you were his one true devotee and you wanted to worship him, please him like your life depended on it. You heard him grunt softly and that made you soak through your panties. You could feel his body tense up, his breathing starting to get more and more rushed. You would finish him off like that if it weren't for his hands reaching down to cup your face and pull you up back on top of him. None of you were talking but it felt like you were communicating with him more than you've done with anybody before. He took your top off in a languid motion, followed by your bra. Your bare skin flush against his, like your body was on fire.

He eyed you up and down slowly, and uttered “you're beautiful”. You wished you could reply and say something but you were too out of your mind to do so. You only kissed him in return. After another fervent make out session, you pulled away, breathless. You were starting to get needy again as you felt your stomach slowly tightening up. He then pushed his back upwards in a clumsy way and sat up on the edge of the bed. You looked up to him and he looked celestial. At this point you weren't thinking anymore, everything you were doing was purely instinctual. He reached his right hand out to you and you took it. With one fluent motion he pulled you up and pinned you on the bed. He was now on top of you, staring down. You could see a glimpse of hunger in his eyes but his kind smile felt otherwise. It was him now who bathed your body with kisses. He lovingly took one of your nipples in his mouth and stroked the other one with his hand. With his warm tongue working on your nipple and his soft curls tickling your breast, you were quite sure you were in heaven. But you were getting impatient and you wanted to feel him inside of you. Unknowingly to you, your hips went up to grind against him as you whined sensually. He looked up at you and chuckled softly. You felt your cheeks warm up from embarrassment. But he complied with your will and helped you out of your pants and underwear. Now there was nothing between the two of you. He came up to face you as he positioned himself at your entrance. Your body felt like it would turn to dust at any moment. Your vision was hazy but you could swear his angelic beauty lit up the whole room. You felt like you were drowning in his eyes. But your reverie broke as he entered your body, filling you in. You wrapped your legs around his hips and your arms around him. Your back arched up like a cat as he quickly found a rhythm and started hitting the right spot. Waves of pure bliss started to take over your whole body as your core started building up. You were a moaning mess under him, and his grunts felt like music to your ears. He was navigating the boat and you were just riding. He picked up the pace and became more and more aggressive. You could feel him smothering your cheeks, neck and breast with kisses. But honestly you couldn't tell anymore, you could only feel the waves rising and the tension building. Building and building and with a final hit, it all came undone. You came crashing down a mountain top but it felt euphoric. Your eyes rolled back somewhere into my skull. You could feel his tongue in your mouth, as his thrusts became more and more sloppy until it finally halted. He buried his face into the crook of your neck, and you could feel his warm fluid fill your insides.

When you opened your eyes, you were a panting and sweating mess. He pulled out of you slowly and rolled over to your side. He was equally as messy as you were. You turned on your side to face him. He was smiling at you coyly and in that moment it felt like you've known him for eternity. He was practically gleaming in the afterglow. As you were slowly coming down from the high a very embarrassing realization hit you. You didn't know his name. You just fucked someone you didn't even know the name of. You were becoming red with shame and he noticed.

“What's wrong?”, his voice filled with genuine concern. You were seriously considering if you should ask him that at this point. But you did,

-“I- um... what's your name?”

-“Vladek” he said softly and in that moment he looked so beautiful that you were afraid you'd go blind. Yet in his beauty there was this delicacy, this vulnerability. For some reason you felt like he didn't have much time left on his hands. As if he had to go back from where he came. He looked too vulnerable for this world and you had a very bad feeling.

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Can I request a Vladek from fortitude (or rob if you don't know the character) x freader fic? Something with love but ill leave the rest up to you! Thanks!!

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Vakker Sorg

Vladek Klimov x Fem!Reader Warnings: Oooh angst. Poor Vladek.

You lowered yourself into the steaming water, feeling your muscles relax as the heat worked its magic on your tired flesh. You closed your eyes in bliss. A short while later, felt a subtle disturbance in the water, an undulation that would indicate that you were no longer alone.

Your eyes snapped open in alarm, and when you saw the man standing before you, your heart practically leaped out of your chest.

“Vladek!” you cried, and threw yourself at him. Vladek laughed as he caught you in an embrace, and you held him for a moment, feeling his heart beat against his bare chest, and then you let him go.

“It’s been a long time,” he said softly.

The sound of his voice alone set butterflies loose in your stomach. But Vladek was right; it had indeed been a long time. About fifteen months, according to your quick calculations. Fifteen months since this beautiful man walked out of your life, leaving you heartbroken.

“Why are you back?” you asked, a little more hesitantly this time, as the pain from his departure washed over you anew. “I didn’t think I’d see you again after you...after you left.”

Vladek didn’t immediately reply; he seemed to be considering how to proceed. “I know I hurt you,” he said quietly. “I wish things could have happened differently, but I have a calling.”

You resisted the urge to laugh bitterly. What good was ‘his calling’ to you? You knew you were being selfish but the fact was that you fell hard for Vladek, and you didn’t rank high enough on his list of priorities for him to stay. Yeah, it hurt. 

Vladek seemed to read your thoughts or, at the very least, your expression. “This is bigger than either of us. Bigger than anything we’ve seen in generations. I wish you could understand...”

“So why are you here now?” you interrupted. 

“Here in town, or here in this pool?” his lips turned up ever so slightly into the ghost of a smile.

“Both,” you said.

“Well,” he said. “I’m in town because I have work to do here; important work. I’m here in this pool, however, because I wanted to see you.”

“But you didn’t come back for me,” you said, and a tear rolled down the side of your cheek.

Oh no, vakker, don’t cry,” he soothed. He kissed your cheek where the tear had fallen and hugged you to him. “Jeg beklager at det må være slik,” he whispered into your hair.

“I wish I could just come back for you,” he continued. “but I am not free. There is a task I was born to complete and if I don’t, everyone could die. I wish it was different. I’m sorry.”

“Take me with you,” you pleaded. “Let me help you then. You don’t have to do this alone.”

He pulled away to look into your eyes. His eyes were filled with such sadness that your breath caught in your throat. For the first time, you believed not only that what he was doing was important, but that he hated having to do it. “Oh Vladek,” you said, and laid the palm of your hand against his cheek. He sighed.

“You cannot come with me,” he said, his voice thick with sorrow. “My path lies in blood and darkness. I will not take you down that path. You deserve only joy and light. Jeg elsker deg for mye.”

You weren’t fluent in Norwegian yet, but you had been there long enough to know what that meant. I love you too much.

You suddenly pressed your lips to his, and kissed him with feeling. He returned the kiss without hesitation, and you felt his tongue tease against your lips, which you opened to him. There you stood, kissing deeply in the steaming water.

After a while, he broke away. His expression was beatific; if one could manage to be shrouded in such tragedy yet look so at peace, it was Vladek. He looked at you intensely, as if he was memorizing your face.

“Vladek, what--” and then you realized what was happening. Grief gripped you like a fist, and you burst into tears, the sorrow tearing you in half, sobs wracking your body, and you crumbled.

He held you up, but you could see now his own composure was starting to fall. “This...” you sobbed, “this is goodbye.”

Vladek nodded wordlessly, and closed his eyes. Tears streamed down his cheeks. “Yes,” he whispered. “You won’t see me again after this. My path ends here.”

“Vladek, no!” you cried. “Why?”

He gripped both of your arms and bent so he was eye-level with you. “I told you that many people could die if I don’t stop this evil. That includes you. I will do what must be done to save you, and that’s the end of it. I have the power to do something about it, and I will.”

There was something about the conviction with which he said it, and it had a calming effect on you. You knew that no matter what, even if you wouldn’t be able to see him, Vladek would always be watching out for you. “I will miss you,” you whispered.

“I’ll never be far from you,” he said, “min kjærlighet. I will never be far.”

He kissed you once more, and you hugged him so hard a weaker man might have complained, but Vladek remained solid.

“Close your eyes,” he whispered, as he peppered your face and neck with kisses. 

“Why?” you asked.

“Just do it for me, please.”

You complied, and after a moment, the space that was occupied by Vladek was suddenly empty. You didn’t want to open your eyes again, because you weren’t sure if you were ready to face the sight you knew you would see.

You stood and cried quietly, then slowly regained control of your breaths, and centered yourself. You slowly opened your eyes. You stood alone in the pool, and there was no ripple nor wake to indicate that anyone but you had disturbed the water for a while.

Your heart was broken, but you also felt a strange peace. Everything will be alright, you thought, because that was the feeling that was washing over you.

Everything will be alright.

[salvador-daley]

Now that you've written for Klave, do you think you'll ever write for them again? Another character maybe?

Ooooh... maybe. I quite like the idea of approaching the Valentine’s Day in Vietnam fic from Dave’s perspective, maybe with a little smutty-smut-smut thrown in.

I’ve also got a super spicy idea for a Vladek fic. I love me some spooky, sexy shaman.

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Can I request a Vladek fic with the prompt “i want you to forget everything and everyone else but me.” from the NSFW list please?

Shake It Out

(Vladek Klimov x Fem!Reader)

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: language, mention of ritual and indigenous practices, vaginal penetration, minor strangulation

A/N: Vladek never had to do this on his own, but every demon wants his pound of flesh. Even if the tides were never going to turn.  

Part One: The Drumming Song  Part Two: Seven Devils

You followed Vladek and the doctors down the hall with Freya on the gurney. She was small and frail as they hooked her up to oxygen and shoved tubing down her throat. It wasn't that you didn't care about the woman Vladek tried to satiate over her illness. You just cared for the shaman more.

“She is sick, I'm not sure what.” The nurse simply stared.

“It's ALS,” you shouted in the commotion.

“Are you her children?”

Vladek chuckled but there was a sadness in his voice, “No. But her own should be so lucky.”

They carted her off. Vladek hastily grabbed a bag and stuffed it full of medical items before he bypassed you. One last sorrowful glance as the door closed behind everyone else.

“Where are you going?” you slipped into your native tongue.

“I must do what every witch doctor in my family before me has succeeded in.”

“Min kjærlighet,” my love, “what does that mean. What are you doing with those things? Where is the demon?” you queried in your struggle to keep up with his long quick strides.

“Gone. Escaped. She came and lit it all on fire. It's my failure though, not Freya’s.”

Finally you managed to grab his free hand, “VLADEK KLIMOV!” He turned sharply to face your outburst. You softened under his hard gaze, “I am speaking to you.” Soft didn't mean gentle. You burned as hot as he did.

“I hope your next words are chosen carefully,” Vladek’s bright green eyes darkened to almost black.

Not wanting to carry on in front of any staff that may happen by you dragged him into an empty room. You turned and faced him again. You stood tall and thought damn his warning.

“Til helvete med Fortitude” To hell with Fortitude. “These people don't care. Not about you or being saved! Fuck them and your mission!” Your voice raised again. “Let the demon tear them apart.”

In a fury, Vladek wrapped his hand around your throat. He shoved you up against the wall, his grip tight but not enough for your breath to be cut off.

“It is my destiny. The ancient gods have chosen me to protect these people. If I must sacrifice myself, that's my role to play. I have killed to get what I need. I won't hesitate to end you too.” His fingers dug in only a little deeper.

You laughed. Whether it was out of nerves or desire you couldn't tell. The aching between your legs pointed towards the latter as you began fumbling for the button of his pants. You unzipped them and slid a hand inside to grab his cock. You squeezed, tighter than his grip on your neck. Your hand on the length of it as it immediately hardened. The breath from Vladek’s nose came out in a short burst as his eyes closed.

“This doesn't belong to them,” it was a command.

You started to twist your fingers around the shaft. Loosened them to caress more than mistreat it. Your thumb traced circles around the head to elicit that first stage of climax. How easy it was to make him cum after just a few minutes. With your hand or mouth or sex. You could manipulate this powerful shaman as you worked your hand faster.

“It doesn't belong to them,” your voice soft now as he lets you go all together.

Down on your knees in front of Vladek your mouth replaced your hand. Your tongue ran up the length and other the tip. It's motion mimicked your thumb. You licked and sucked at him, alternating between taking him completely in your mouth and stroking his member. Your thumb now sliding over the head once again, then a twist down the shaft with your tongue repeating the gesture until Vladek couldn't take it. You could taste the salt. Over again in a frenzy, you kept at it.

Then, it stopped. You stood and clamored awkwardly out of your boots and layers of clothes. You were naked, exposed to him. Vladek's eyes blazed bright now, his cock erect and pulsing like you were.

“I want you to forget everything. Forget everyone. Only me. Let them all die.” You put his large hand between your thighs. Pushed his fingers inside of you.

“You.. are a distraction,” Vladek struggled. His words thick in your ear as his hair fell in dark waves on your neck and chest. His fingers pumped inward dangerously. Slowly.

Again. Until he understood, you closed your fist around his cock. “This belongs inside of me. Not to them or the demon or the Gods who play games with innocents. Fuck Fortitude.” You raised your leg around his thin waist, “Fuck me instead.”

With one swift motion, Vladek hooked his arms under both of your thighs. You wrapped them around his body as he plowed into you causing you to gasp. The jerking of his body, pelvis that slammed into yours. Your back rubbed raw on the stone wall that supported you while Vladek crashed angrily deep inside.

You knew it wouldn't last long once he started to pound against you. He was already on the verge as you sucked his cock. What you weren't expecting was the unified explosion you both created. That you would cry out loudly to his animal growl. That he would leave you there, knees weakened from the climax, unable to protest.

Vladek would still fail at saving Fortitude.

Tag: @slutforrobbiebro @sean-falco @super-unpredictable98 @robertsheehanownsmyass @bisexualnathanyoung @nightmonsters

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Goals for this week:

Andante, Andante feat Roland x Rin

Vladek request for @neuroticpuppy

Ivan request for @anon

*Please feel free to reach out to me anonymously if you have any ideas, suggestions or feedback. And please let it be constructive. I cried myself into a two day migraine last week.

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Something good...

Coming here soon. 

[cher-writes]

Aphrodisiac | Vladek Klimov X Reader (18+)

Read part 1

Word count: 4.5k

CW: NSFW, Drugs, Blood, Self inflicted wound, Choking, Ritualistic sex

A/N: This one is a wild one, people. Read the warnings carefully and skip this one if you don't feel like it. Reader discretion is advised. 

When you woke up, he was gone. The emptiness beside you sank into your skin and turned into a bottomless pit in your stomach. You slowly sat up and looked at the lonely clock ticking on your wall, 12pm. Orgasm induced sleep was always one of your greatest sedatives, but straight six hours after a night full of sleep? That was a bit too long. But after last evening and this morning, you couldn’t blame your body either. You wondered if you dreamt it all but the blood stains on your sheets told you otherwise. You lowered your nose and inhaled deeply, it smelt like him.

Ever since that day melancholy stained your whole existence. You had Vladek out of nowhere, in all that he is, but just as quickly he might as well have vanished from existence. The memory of him smiling softly and stroking your cheeks with his thumb before leaving you, came back to you afterwards. You were confused about whether or not you were imagining it to make yourself feel better. You wanted to be angry at him for leaving you without saying anything, but all you could feel was sad and empty. It was undeniable that you wanted him, more than you’ve ever wanted anyone or anything. Night after night you laid awake in your tub or the couch, thinking of him. There was a void in your heart, as if you’ve lost someone you’ve known for centuries. The pain was so intense that the ridiculousness of the situation didn’t quite register in your mind. He left you a mess in his wake. It felt at times, he took half of your heart with him. Everywhere you went, your eyes looked for him and before long, they found him.

You were sitting at the local restaurant that day, having breakfast as you didn’t feel like cooking. Well, more like fiddling with the food as your appetite was more or less dead ever since then. You were looking out of the window distractedly but your reverie broke when the waiter came by to offer you more coffee. After declining him,you were getting ready to jump right back into your woolgathering but something caught your eyes. It had become a second nature for you at that point to look for him, and at first you didn’t believe your eyes, after all you had been more or less delirious ever since he left you. But sitting a few tables in front of you, it was unmistakably that coat which you helped him out of that fateful evening. Those curls, you’d recognise them anywhere, you could almost feel those at your fingertips. Without a doubt it was him, you were taken aback by how quickly you recognised his back since all of this happened in the matter of a few milliseconds. He was talking to a town cop. You felt blood rush to the back of your neck as he soon got up, all the fervid memories from that morning flooding your mind. He turned around to leave and as he was walking by, he caught you in his gaze. He halted and smiled at you softly. By that point your brain had stopped working but for some reason your body decided to stand up abruptly, so quick that you almost knocked over the plate of food on the table. You walked up to him and stood inches away from his chest, your face completely blank. “Hey” he said with that heavy accent and ever so calm voice. “Hey um why did you leave without telling me?” you practically blurted out, voice shaking and breathless. He raised his brows slightly and said “Can we talk outside? In private?”. Your brain was a puddle at this point but you nodded quickly, somehow. Vladek flashed you another gentle smile and gestured to follow him.

You had been walking in silence for a while when he took a sharp turn into a dark desolate alley.

Being obsessed over a man you've known for less than 24 hours in total, was one thing but following him into dark alleys was a whole 'nother ball game! Even in your passionate malady you understood that fact but you just couldn’t stop yourself. His magnetic field pulled you in and like a lemming, followed his trail. When he stopped, you almost bumped into him but saved yourself from the embarrassment at the last moment. “Sorry i left that day without telling you” Vladek spoke up as he looked into your eyes, “I needed to be somewhere, it was urgent and i didn’t wanna wake you up. You look so pretty when you’re asleep”. It infuriated you how vague he always was. What did he mean exactly by ‘needed to be somewhere’? But you didn’t have it in you to ask him anything further. It was just like if God appeared in front of you out of nowhere in all his splendor, you wouldn’t be able to ask why he made things the way that he did. Besides him calling you pretty, basically killed every ounce of objection you had against him. “Oh. I see. I’m sorry i, um, i shouldn’t have lashed out like that” you meekly said in return. “It’s okay, (Y/N). It’s not your fault” he said and indeed it wasn’t your fault. He had this strange effect on you that made you do things you had no control over. He was staring at your eyes, breaking the eye contact once to look down at your lips and back to staring again. It was chilling cold outside and the tension between the two of you was agonizing. You could feel his warm breath on your face. You were inching closer, wanting to seize the opportunity and bask your lips in the heat of his lips. But he spoke up and jolted you back to your senses again, “Will you, em, help me with something?”. And at that moment if he asked you to jump off a cliff, you would.

You were walking in circles around the mattress which laid in the middle of your living room. You did as you were told. You were taking deep breaths, trying to control your breathing but you could practically hear your heart, beat out of your chest. You didn’t quite remember what exactly he explained, you couldn’t pay attention. All you heard was “ritual” and “sex”.

But like a diligent student you mentally noted down the few instructions that he gave- put a mattress on an empty floor, do not ingest any substance and wait. He said he’d arrive as soon as the sun went down on the new moon evening. It was quite cold inside due to your damn heater malfunctioning but you were on the brink of sweating as you stared at your front door in anticipation and before long, you could hear knocks.

When you opened the door, cold wind washed over your body but you didn’t feel a thing. Vladek was standing there in his mask and glasses and for a split second all the murder and the rumors flashed through your mind. Yet you weren’t afraid, cause you believed, without a shadow of a doubt, that he was there to save you and the town. You stepped to the side to let him in. As soon as he was inside you closed the door and awkwardly stood leaning against the door frame.

He promptly took off this mask and his coat. One look at that face and your heart was racing at a thousand miles per hour again. “Hey (Y/N)” he said, his face unreadable. You greeted him in return. 

-“Do you mind if we start right now?”

- “No, no. Not at all”

He nodded and then crouched over the bag that he brought with him. There was a silent rush in his movements. After a little bit of rifling through, he pulled out a small bottle. 

He walked up to you with the bottle in his hand, you could feel the air getting heavier. The bottle was clear and you could make out some sort of an oil inside. “I need you to anoint yourself with this before you cleanse yourself”, his voice was quite raspy. His fingers brushed against yours as you took the bottle from his hands and your skin burned at thiat slight contact. “What type of water?” you almost whispered. He raised his brows slightly at your question, the corner of his mouth curled up a bit as he said “huh?”. “Do i use cold water or warm water? Do I take a bath or a shower? Also do i-” you were rambling on when he chuckled and said “okay okay (Y/N), calm down. Just wash your body in any water, however you want. If anything specific is to be done i’ll tell you, yeah?”. You nodded meekly. You were beyond nervous and you felt detached from your body. But when you looked at him, all you wanted to do was to touch his face and then maybe throw him against the wall. But you couldn’t do that, not yet. So you collected all your thoughts and yourself then made your way to the bathroom.      

When you were done taking a shower, your body felt more relaxed. All the tension built in your muscles for the past couple hours, no- past couple of days, washed away with the warm water. Although was that because of the warm water or the fact that he was waiting for you in the living room, was debatable. Your body smelt of strange wild flowers from the oil. Wrapping a towel around yourself, you were on your way.

You were deliberately walking slow. With every step that you took, your heartbeat started going up again. The reality of the situation was just setting in, you were about to participate in some sort of a sex ritual with vladek. The thought in itself sent shivers down your core. You were contemplating turning around and running out the back door when your feet finally arrived at the entrance of your living room. Your breath hitched and you stopped in your tracks when you saw him standing there in white pajama pants. The room was dark, there were candles circling the mattress. A skull decorated with blood red fathears sat facing the mattress. A knife rested by the side of the mattress. The warm yellow glow of the candles reflected off his smooth body as he turned around, a chalice in his hands. He looked ethereal and adrenaline rushed your body. Whether out of fear or lust, you didn’t know.

Vladek walked up to you, took a sip from the chalice and then handed it to you, “here, drink this”. And you did without much hesitation. It tasted quite bitter and you wondered how easily he could poison you. And as if he could read your mind he said, “Don’t worry, i’m not poisoning you. It’s an aphrodisiac mixed with mild relaxants”. His presence in itself was anesthetic for you and his voice more of an aphrodisiac than any substance will ever be. He took the chalice from your hands and put it on the floor. As you watched him you thought to yourself how cruel he was for using you like this even if it was for saving the town. At this point you didn't worry about the town or your own life, he could stab you with that knife for all you cared. He was cruel for using your infatuation and you'd be damned for eternity if you said you didn't relish every moment of it. “Is there anything you want to ask me (Y/N)?” he said in a mellow voice.

-“Why do this ritual?”

-“To save fortitude”

-“But how does this help?”

-“You see, only a woman is the most wise and powerful, feared by all. Loved by all the shamans.The knowledge of good and evil is tied at its root to sexuality and it is only through the height of orgasm that Gnosis can be achieved. And when the woman orgasms the veil between the worlds collapses and communicating with them is possible. I need to talk to them and ask for strength for what i need to do next”    

You wanted to ask him what it all meant. What was gnosis, who are “they” and how the fuck could you possibly collapse the veil but again, you didn’t have it in you to ask him more than two things at a time. “Are you sure you want to do this? (Y?N), I want you to know that this is only for spiritual purposes and you can say no now or at any time during the ritual if you want to. I need you to be fully willing”, the softness in Vladek’s voice was hurting you this point. You nodded a yes quickly. You two then stood in silence staring at each other for what seemed like a lifetime to you until he extended his right hand to you. You figured he was asking you to disrobe. You unraveled the towel and handed it to him which he swiftly discarded. You were completely naked under his stare yet you didn’t feel a hint of embarrassment, there was something so sacramental in the ambience or maybe it was just the drugs. “Okay step in the circle carefully” he said and you complied. “Now get down on your knees over the mattress”, you obeyed like your life depended on it and sat facing him. He picked up sage from his bag and lit it. Soon the room was filled with smoke, you could barely see anything. He was going around you in circles, occasionally bringing the sage so close that you could feel its heat on your skin, all while chanting something. His movements were ceremonial. Then he stopped, laid the still burning sage on the chalice and stepped in the circle, murmuring through out. You were unnaturally calm for your nature, your heart was beating in a soothing rhythm. When you looked up, he was standing, towering over you. In the heavy fragrant smoke and dull candle lights his frame looked celestial, you couldn’t quite make out his eyes. He then slowly lowered himself until he was on his knees too, eye to eye with you. The close proximity to him kicked something in you and adrenaline flooded you once again. He reached to your side and grabbed the knife. Vladek was looking directly into your eyes, his stare supernatural, as he slashed a bit over his collarbone. Blood oozed out and then started dripping down his chest, soaking his white pants. Your jaw dropped at this sight, yet he didn’t move a muscle. He closed his eyes and uttered something then proceeded to draw symbols in some ancient language on his chest with the blood. When he was done he opened his eyes and said “trace these glyphs with your tongue”, his voice was commanding yet tender. It was getting hard for you to keep your thoughts together so you did as you were told.

You started at the top, he hissed slightly when you licked the wound. The coppery taste of the blood and his warm skin were creating a sensation in your tongue you had never felt before. His silky smooth chest rose up and down slowly while you were tracing all the strange symbols. When you were done you sat back waiting for the next instruction. Instead he cupped your face and wiped the blood from your lips with his thumbs. At that exact moment you understood what was wrong with you since the day you met him; He put a spell on you by his beauty then cursed you by his touch. Your head was rattling like crazy. He pushed you back gently until you were lying half down, supported by your elbows. Vladek climbed on top of you like a serpent. You were feeling dizzy, your eyes felt too heavy to blink. What snapped you out of it was his voice against your ears, your own flavor of aphrodisiac. He was chanting something, you didn't understand what he was saying whether it was because of the language or the drugs you couldn't possibly comprehend at that point. He started going down; ghosting his lips over your neck, nape, collarbones, chest, stomach, chanting some crude ancient hymn. You would kill at that point to have his lips on your skin but he carefully kept just enough of a distance that you could feel his sultry breath burning holes on your skin but not the touch of his delicate lips

You were wanting and waiting for even the slightest bit of contact when whatever “they” he talked about, answered your prayers. Vladek slipped his left hand under you and started laying you down further as he caressed your stomach with his right hand, kindly pushing until you were lying completely flat against his hand on your lower back. Your breath jerked when you felt his warm hands spreading your thighs. Even the drugs this time couldn’t stop the white hot rush that rose from embarrassment and submerged your whole existence. You were trying to take deep breaths and calm yourself down, reminding yourself that what was happening was purely spiritual yet the intrinsic responses of your body held other beliefs. As you were trying to hobble your heart, you felt his fervid lips on your cunt and electricity shot through your spine straight into your brain. For a moment you felt like your brain would melt into a liquid.

Vladek’s warm tongue glided up and down, making your body quiver at every small movement. You weren’t sure if your heart even existed at this point, either it stopped beating or was beating so fast it didn’t register in your brain. You felt your core tightening, almost on the brink of a collapse. Your breathing was becoming shallow and irregular, you were waiting for the bliss when he suddenly stopped. You’d whine and ask him why if your body didn’t feel like it was under a thousand miles of water. He slowly sat up and said “Get up”. Not a bone in your body felt like they were solid enough to support you. He probably sensed something and helped you get up. You were swaying mildly from the lightheadedness, rubbing your thighs together coyly to relief yourself from the edge and the aching that consumed you. He grabbed your arms firmly and gave you a quick shake to steady you, and it worked, as much as it was possible for a high, aroused woman on the edge of an orgasm, to sit still. Vladek reached for that knife again, and you wondered if he’d slash your throat this time as a sacrifice or something, not that you would be able to run right then even if you wanted to and you didn’t either. You’d happily die by the hands of a man like him. As your questionable morbid thoughts ran, he held the knife right in front of your face. “Cut your right index finger on this”, his honey like accent made that sound much more appealing than it actually was. You’d raise your brows if you could feel them. You were sure it wasn’t you who lifted that finger and slid it across the knife, your brain wasn’t controlling your body anymore. Blood started dipping down your hand, yet you didn’t feel any pain, again probably the drugs. He grabbed your hand with his right hand, you tried but couldn’t anticipate where it was going until he opened his mouth and stuck his tongue out. He put your finger on his tongue and drew some symbols again. His warm tongue was fluttering ever so slightly under your touch and you wanted to grab his face and slam him against the floor, crashing your mouth into his, but, not yet. 

After drawing the symbols, Vladek licked your wound to stop the bleeding and when he let your finger go you very quickly started missing the warmth of his mouth. His lips were glimmering from your fluids in the flickering yellow lights and you decided to keep this memory in the depth of your, probably not beating anymore, heart. You were pretty sure you were thinking in slow motion because when you were done thinking that, you were lying on your back again somehow. And just as soon, his soft tongue was back on your cunt again, only this time it was circling your clit in languid motions. It was almost as if he picked up where he left cause your body was just as quickly on the ledge again. It was getting difficult to breathe with every passing moment. You tried really hard but you couldn’t keep your hands to yourself, it took you a bit of an effort but you slid your fingers in his lush curls, holding onto them for dear life. His mouth worked skillfully on you, licking, sucking, driving you to the point of madness. You were almost there and as if afraid that he’ll stop again, you thrust your hips upwards which resulted in his nose pressing at just the right angle, resulting in your orgasm to push you down a cliff into a valley of pure bliss. You moaned out and shuddered vehemently as you rode through it. It was unlike any other orgasm you ever had. The room felt like it was crumbling down, the atmosphere falling apart. You couldn’t even feel his presence anymore. The candles burnt brightly and It was just you, violent euphoria within you and euphoric violence outside of you. Your back arched up, your head on the brink of snapping from your neck. You opened your eyes and it met with the hollow caters of the skull. A bright light flashed before you and you passed out.

When you came back, you were lying perfectly still. Your head was clear as a summer sky, your body felt like you had just come out of an ice cold bath. Which was weird considering the experience you just had was only comparable to a volcanic rapture. You felt vitalized, as if you’ve been sleeping for a few decades. You sat up quickly to find Vladek sitting crossed legged facing you, eyes closed and praying. You tried to cover yourself with your hands, feeling awfully naked. The candles were burnt almost to the ground, the air now mostly clear of smoke. He opened his eyes slowly and smiled at you softly. “How are you feeling?” he said in his gentle voice. “Good, feeling good, great um are we done?” you said abruptly. “Yes, yes we are” he replied and then got up. He quickly mumbled something and went out of the circle. He picked up the towel and handed it over to you which you promptly wrapped around yourself. You got out of the circle, standing awkwardly besides him. “Did it, um, work?” you said, trying to cut the uncomfortable silence.

-“Yes it did, thank you”

-“No problem”

-“I’ll clean all of this, don't worry, you can go to sleep if you want to. It’s a bit late”

-“I’m not tired”

-“I see”

-“I’m sorry by the way, for um, grabbing your hair back then impromptu”

-“It’s fine. Don’t worry about it”

-“Are you gonna leave afterwards?”

-“I do have things i need to tend to”

-“Oh. Okay”

You two nodded at each other like workplace colleagues who barely know each other. Which was unnerving for you, considering what just went down. The idea of him leaving made your heart ache, which was surprisingly still beating. If it was up to you, you’d chain him to your bed and never let him go but you were too young to be known as the town’s freak criminal. You wanted to say something, ask him to stay but could barely think about the concept of words. You awkwardly grabbed his wrist, surprisingly slow in your action. He looked down at his wrist then back at you again with amused but questioning eyes. 

You were trying to gather all your thoughts, trying to say something, anything when Vladek spoke up, “Do you want me to stay?”. “Yes”, you answered a bit too avidly. Suddenly there was razor sharp tension in the air you both shared. You blinked and the next moment you were on your toes, cupping his face and forcing your tongue down his mouth. His hands lingered on the small of you back as he lowered himself to kiss you back. You were trying to devour him as you bit his lips, drawing a groan from him. Soon you were up against the wall as he was leaving marks all over your body. The ceremonial energy was nowhere to be seen in his being anymore and at that point he was indistinguishable from a wild animal. Your eyes met with his, both panting, bare chest to chest, there was instinctual longing in the way he looked at you. You reached down to feel his hard cock over his pants, stroking roughly making him grunt in response. “I want you, inside of me, like right now” you managed to blurt out and with that you were pinned on the couch. His tongue colliding with yours, your hands tugging at his silky curls. You were lost in the kiss when you felt him inside of you, stretching you out. You gasped in his mouth and he chuckled softly. But soon he was in rhythm, rough yet kind in his thrusts. Your nails were digging deep in his back. You could feel your orgasm building up again so you flipped him and got on top. Riding him to your heart’s content as he watched you in awe, your right hand wrapping his neck and the left one clutching his shoulder for support. You could feel his muffled groan under your palm. When you came you were looking directly into his eyes, moaning his name, your hands clenching a bit too intensely that you intended. As your high slowly calmed down you loosened your grip. Still thrusting sloppily trying to make it last as long as you could, when you felt him come inside of you. His chest rose as he kissed you through it. Soon after you were lying by his side. You wanted to rest your head on his chest, tell him that you liked him. But it was ridiculous to say that to someone you’ve known for such a little time. It was him who reached out and intertwined his fingers with yours, which took you by surprise. He was smiling softly at you. Vladek was shining like a god in the afterglow, he smelt divine and it pained you to fathom him not being with you for eternity. “Will you wake me up before you leave tomorrow morning?”, you almost choked while saying that.

“I wouldn’t dare to do otherwise.”

But you didn’t really want to wake up the next day. This was as close to heaven as you’d get and you wanted it to last forever. As you were falling asleep you decided to chain him to your bed if you woke up, pandemonium could swallow the town for all you cared.       

[robertsheehanownsmyass]

Yo I loved your vlafek headcannon! So many people don't know that show so it was cool to finally see a fic about it! Imma be cheeky and ask if I can request one too please for a fem reader? Something with a happier ending as a juxtaposition to the last! Thanks :D

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Your wish is my command! More about the event here. This is another wonderful gif from @vousnavezrienvu

Sacred Sites

Vladek Klimov x Reader Warnings: SMUT. That’s really all this is; smut.

“Come here, it’s this way,” Vladek said, holding his hand out to you. You took it, and hopped over the tiny crevasse in the cave he was leading you through.

“Vladek,” you said, trying to keep the annoyance out of your voice. “Where the fuck are you taking me?”  You huffed an anxious chuckle; you were a bit claustrophobic and caves freaked you out.

“Why are you always asking questions?” he smirked. “Just follow me.”

You rolled your eyes at his back and continued deeper into the cave, allowing him to lead you by the hand. After a short while, he led you through a large crack in the stone that opened up to quite a large room. Large stalactites and stalagmites decorated the corners of the room like curtains. You could hear a dripping sound somewhere, but other than that it was completely silent. Near the center of the room was a flat slab that had been piled high with furs and ringed with candles.

“Wow,” you said, awestruck. “You did all this?”

Vladek smiled and nodded. “I wanted this to be special.”

You reached up to put your arms around his shoulders, and you twined your fingers into his curls as you reached up to press your lips to his. “Thank you,” you breathed against his soft lips. “This is beautiful.”

He deepened the kiss and slid his tongue into your mouth as he started peeling off your coat.

“Whoa, wait,” you said, stopping him. Vladek blinked at you in confusion.

“What’s wrong?”

“You want me to get undressed? It’s freezing!”

“Is it though?” Vladek asked, a small smile playing on his lips.

You paused, and took a moment to take stock of your surroundings. It actually doesn’t feel cold…

“There’s a thermal spring that runs right under this room,” Vladek said. “It warms it to a very comfortable temperature, I think.”

“So it does,” you said, impressed. “By all means, please continue.”

Vladek cupped your face in his hands and resumed kissing you deeply, and slid your coat off your shoulders. He broke the kiss to pull your sweater over your head, and then pulled off his own coat and sweater.  He crashed his lips back onto yours as his hands slid over your ass, pulling you to him tightly. You bit his lip playfully as his hands found the button of your pants, and your hands found his in kind, and you loosened his pants as he slid yours down. He nipped your hip with his teeth before he untied his boots and stood to kick them off. He stepped out of his pants, fully naked now aside from his socks, and you hastily untied your boots and pulled them off along with your socks. As you stepped onto the smooth stone floor in your bare feet, you gasped. “It really is warm!” 

Vladek chuckled. “I told you.”  He peeled off his socks one by one, and then he wrapped his arms around your torso and lifted you off the ground. You squealed and wrapped your legs around his waist, and he carried you over to the furs.

He laid you down gently. He trailed kisses along your stomach as he pulled off your underwear in one smooth motion, and without waiting, he slid his arms under your ass and grasped your hips. He dipped his head between your legs, and teased his tongue along the length of your slit. You inhaled sharply as his tongue found your favorite bundle of nerves, and he circled it slowly before closing his mouth over it completely and sucking. You sighed as he alternated between sucking and circling with his tongue, and you arched your back as you felt the pleasure building in your core. He continued his pace as your body started to shudder, your legs shaking uncontrollably. You moaned as your climax washed over you, and you reflexively thrust your hips, grabbing at his curls with your hands. “Oh...Vladek,” you cried as you came, and then your body relaxed as the waves receded.

“Mmm,” you hummed contentedly. “Now it’s your turn,” you said, reaching for his cock.

He shook his head. “No, love, today is only for you.”

You pouted but didn’t argue, and he climbed onto the slab and knelt before you, grabbing your legs near your knees and sliding you forward so you were positioned directly in front of him. You squealed and giggled at the forceful gesture, your cunt aching with anticipation.  He lifted your legs over his shoulders, and pumped his cock a couple of times before grasping it at the hilt and sliding it into you. You bit your bottom lip and keened at the stretch, your sensitive flesh igniting at the sensation of being filled. He withdrew almost fully before thrusting back in, and then he settled into a good rhythm. He turned his head to kiss and nibble your ankle. You managed to wriggle out of your bra, and your tits bounced as he fucked you. He picked up the pace even more, and he threw his head back in ecstasy, your mingled moans echoing off the stone walls of the cave.

He leaned forward, bracing himself on his hands and nearly folding you in half, hitting you in your deepest depths, and you nearly came undone as his hips snapped into yours, thrusting and rutting. You bit his neck as your second orgasm started to build, and you gasped and cried out as an intense climax overtook you. He kissed you sloppily as you came, all tongue and urgency and primal need as tears rolled down your cheeks. His climax arrived right after yours, and he grunted and gasped beautifully as he spilled his seed into you.

You lay panting, tangled up together, enjoying the peace and pleasure of the moment. He lifted his head and kissed your forehead, the tip of your nose, and your lips. You smiled into his eyes as he stared into yours, and you felt a wonderful sense of joining and harmony. Your heart swelled at the sensation, and you sighed happily.

“Was that good, min kjærlighet?” he asked.

“Oh god yes, yes that was good,” you said, and chuckled. “Please bring me to this sex cave any time.”

Vladek leaned up on one elbow. “This is no sex cave, this is ancient sacred site of---”

You help up a hand, stopping his lips. “You know, I don’t really want to know.”

You laughed and he leaned down to kiss you again, smoothing your hair from your face. “Fair enough,” he murmured.

[robertsheehanownsmyass]

Could you do a Vladek fic about the reader getting kidnapped and he tries to save her but she ends up getting hurt?

This doesn’t have to be for Sheehanween since I don’t know how to do gifs 😩 love your writing!

Sheehanoween!

(gif by the fabulous @vousnavezrienvu)

Seized

Vladek Klimov x Reader

Warnings: Violence and blood. Stabby shooty violence.

You blinked at the sudden brightness that assaulted your eyes as the boot was opened. Rough hands grabbed you and painfully hoisted you out of the car as you struggled against your bonds. Your hands had been tied behind your back with rough rope, and your wrists were beginning to burn. You squealed behind the duct tape that covered your mouth.

“Shut up,” the man said roughly as he dragged you toward a ramshackle shed. You looked around in a panic, trying to get a sense of your location; all you saw in every direction was white emptiness. Your heart sank. You had no idea where you were, and even if you did manage to escape, you would probably die of exposure out on the frozen tundra.

The man shoved you onto a flimsy metal folding chair, hastily wrapping more rope around your torso and then more around your legs, fixing you firmly to the chair. You began to shiver; it was no warmer in the shed than it was outside. Thankfully, your captor walked across the room and began attempting to light what appeared to be a small coal stove. The breath from your nose puffed out in visible plumes, dissipating rapidly in the dim light. You centered yourself in an attempt to remain calm; panicking and hyperventilating would only make things worse. Vladek will come for me, you thought to yourself, and the idea did help you relax, if only a little.

Time passed at an agonizing pace, and you watched night approach through the cracks in the boards of the shed. Your captor lit a lantern and sat at a table in the corner of the room and passed the time by whittling something out of wood with a large knife. He seemed occupied by his task, so you took the chance to test the strength of your bonds, wiggling and straining slightly. They were much too tight, and when you stopped and looked at your captor, his eyes were fixed on you.

“Don’t bother,” the man said with a thick Russian accent. “We will wait until he comes. It should be soon.”

This chilled your blood. It was a trap for Vladek and you were the bait. Your captor wanted him to come. You fought away the new wave of fear that gripped you. This didn’t have to change anything. Vladek would get you out of this.

After what felt like another hour had passed, you heard a noise from outside the shed, in the direction of where the car was parked in front. Your captor stood, pointed his large knife at you, said, “don’t go anywhere,” and stepped outside, cackling at his own joke. You heard his shoes crunching on the snow as he moved away from the building.

Suddenly, a voice was in your ear.

“I am here, elskede. Do not be afraid.”

Vladek! Wait—how the hell did he even get in here…you were beginning to wonder if he could transform into mist at will as he came around to the front of you. Your heart leapt to see his face, even though you were afraid for him.

He gently peeled back the duct tape over your mouth in an attempt to minimize pain, making the universal shushing gesture as he did so. You nodded. He pressed his hands on either side of your face and kissed you firmly and quickly before directing his attention to your restraints, sawing at the ropes with his knife. “Vladek,” you whispered quietly. “It’s a trap, he took me as bait to lure you here.”

Vladek nodded. “I know.” Your hands were free, and you cringed at the sight of your own wrists, which were raw and reddened by the rough fibers. Vladek was in the process of cutting the ropes around your legs when the door burst open, and the Russian launched at Vladek. You screamed as Vladek stood and caught the Russian, his right hand gripping the arm brandishing the knife. With his left hand, Vladek plunged his own knife just under your kidnapper’s ribcage, and the man stumbled backward. He coughed, and a red spray flew from his lips as he leaned against the wall.

You were still partially bound to the chair by your legs, and you bent to finish untying yourself. Vladek stood panting, chest heaving. “What shall I do with you Dimitri?” he said to the Russian. The man grinned, exposing reddened teeth.

“Do what you must, Shaman,” he said hoarsely. “But this is far from over.” The Russian reached behind him and pulled a pistol from the back of his pants. He pointed it directly at you.

“No!” Vladek cried, and dove in your direction, knocking you and the chair over as the man fired. Vladek landed on his side on the ground and threw his knife at the man. It found purchase in the hollow of the Russian’s throat, landing with a sickening thwuck. The pommel of the knife protruded from the man’s neck and wobbled slightly as he gurgled, choking on his own blood. He absently fired the gun two more times, hitting nothing as he slumped to the ground, eyes glassy. He was dead.

Vladek turned his attention to you and crawled the couple of steps to where you lay gasping. Blood streamed freely from your left arm, and you felt like you had been pierced by a white-hot poker. “Vladek,” you gasped. “My arm…”

Vladek helped you up to a sitting position. “You’re shot, elskede.”

“I’m…am I gonna die?”

Vladek smiled. “No, min kjæreste. It is only your arm. But we do have to get you help. Come.” He took your hands and helped you stand. He lifted his coat and sweater to tear off part of the bottom of his shirt, and firmly wrapped your wound to stem the flow of blood. “You have no coat?” he asked, seeing you dressed in your house clothes.

“I wasn’t exactly prepared to be kidnapped,” you huffed with a laugh, but your laugh was cut short by a fresh sear of pain in your arm, and you wobbled.

Vladek quickly peeled off his own heavy coat and slipped it over your shoulders. You slid your good arm through its sleeve but held your bad arm against your chest; it hurt too much to move.

He gathered you up and held you against his chest as he carried you out into the snow, gently placing you in the passenger seat of his car. He drove into town, glancing at you every so often to make sure you were alright. When your eyes began to flutter closed, he spoke to you. “Min kjæreste,” he said. “Stay awake.”

“But Vladek, I’m so tired…”

“I know elskede, but you’ve lost a lot of blood, and it’s better to be safe. We will be at the hospital soon.”

You sighed. You knew he was right, but you would give anything to close your eyes and slip away.

You must have passed out again, because the next thing you realized you were being carried through sterile white corridors. Vladek gently laid you down on a stretcher in the hall and flagged down a passing doctor.

“Please, doctor, we need your help—she has been shot in the arm.”

Alarmed, the doctor turned to you and began giving a perfunctory examination. He called over some nurses to help get you into a room. “Don’t go far,” the doctor said to Vladek. “We will have questions.”

“Oh I’ll be just in the waiting room,” Vladek replied, but as he looked at you, you saw the ghost of a wink. You blew him a kiss with your good arm as they wheeled you away. Vladek would certainly not be waiting outside to be questioned, but you would be seeing him again soon.

That much you you knew because no matter what happened, Vladek would always find you.  You could count on that.

[miss-kittys-magical-library]

Quick! Without Thinking name one favorite fic of yours, and one favorite fic someone else's! Let's get some writers appreciating themselves and each other!

Is my favorite fic that I wrote 😌 and this is my favorite fic of someone else's:

But also this:

And this because Vladek is underrated

[miss-kittys-magical-library]

The Library Is Open For Requests

I'll be linking some prompts below. The general rules/does and don'ts (Thanks @seanfalco!) will also be attached as well.

The Library Staff would like to hopefully grow their readership in 2021 beyond just the few of you. Feeling challenged and continuing to keep those creative juices flowing would be a wonderful start to hopefully a better year for is all

Will Accept Prompts For:

** denotes new characters

Nathan Young (Misfits)

Darren Treacy (Love/Hate)

Klaus Hargreeves (TUA)

Billy Delaney (Me. & Mrs. Jones)

Luba (Mute)

Sean Falco (Bad Samaritan)

Luke (Cherrybomb)

Leon (Moonwalkers)

Roland (Three Summers)

Jack (The Messenger)

Vladek (Fortitude)

Cormac Mcnamara (Foreign Exchange)

Nikolai (Song of Sway Lake)

Vincent Rhodes (The Road Within)

Spiller (The Borrowers)**

Ivan Mccormick (Killing Bono)**

Archie Eden (Demons Never Die)**

Simon Lewis (Mortal Instruments: City of Bones)**

Prompt Lists:

List One

NSFW Prompt List 

Rules of the Library (Thank you @Seanfalco for these too.  Pretty similar to what the Library is willing to or not willing to do. Tweaked them to fit us)

1. Requests are considered.

I will usually make a post when requests are open 

I am not obligated to fill every request that I receive.

I write what inspires me at the time, they will be fulfilled as the muse hits in no specific order

If I find myself uncomfortable, I probably won’t be handling that request

I prefer sentence starters when receiving request, though sometimes super specific is ok if it is a gift.  But dont abuse that idea of a gift

Also please don’t spam requests. 

I write fem!reader or fem!OC.  It’s just what I’m most comfortable with.

To request anonymously do so through “Ask the Library Staff” and with your open Tumblr through the submissions and “Open Requests”

2. I don’t have a strict update schedule.

I work full time.  I try to write whenever I can.  I just wrote for two consecutive weeks straight and right now Im a bit burnt out.  Im attempted to finish two WIPs as well as challenge myself

I usually post whenever I finish.  It could be morning, afternoon or even middle of the evening.  I will reblog and have specific tags such as “Klaus x request” or “Darren x request” etc.

3. Things I won’t write:

canon x canon or slash – I only write x reader or x oc, I don’t mind including fem slash or threesomes with two male characters and a female character or two females and a male.  Im not above including ace representation

noncon – Im an assault survivor.  I just won’t do it.  I need to be better about mentioning protection

real person fic/rpf

Five smut - even aged up

incest- I know theyre fictional.  I know theyre adopted.  I just won’t do it.

coming out fics - it’s delicate

if you’re unsure if there’s a topic I will or won’t write, feel free to ask

A Caveat: I am not opposed to mixing my OCs with other characters at your request, nor do I have an issue mixing Robert’s characters with one another.  Even, dare I say, sexually.  To me that isn’t incest or twincest it’s.. more like masturbation LOL  

4. On headcanons:

When I post headcanons, I don’t mind if you reblog them, please do! If you want to brainstorm ideas you can ALWAYS message the Librarian or my other account Miss Kittys Magic Portal and we can share ideas or feelings :)

5. Tag List:

if you would like to be added to my taglist just send me a message or an ask and specify which types of fics you’d like to be tagged in (if its a specific series, or character, or fandom)

6. My Personal Tumblr Ask Box is always open if you want to chat, about Robert, his characters, anything!  I also have anonymous turned on, so please don’t be shy!  It makes my day to interact with y'all.  For here please use it (Open or anon) to request or answer or respond to Thirsty Thursday 

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Sheehanoween!

Hello my wonderful fellow Robert Sheehan stans. Here are all the results from my 400 follower Sheehanoween event, including the short multi-chapter story, The Mists of Culloden.

The event has ended. Thank you all for your submissions!

Gif Prompts list

* smut, **really smutty, ***filthy smut

Nathan Young

Thanks a Lot, Kelly (Nathan Young x Reader angst)

Breaking Eggs*** (Nathan Young x Fem!Reader smut) 

Tip your Bartender (Nathan Young x Reader steamy)

Fireball** (Nathan Young x Fem!Reader smut)

Rend Me in Two*** (Nathan Young x Fem!Reader smut & angst)

Stealth Fucker*** (Nathan Young x Fem!Reader smut)

Happy Birthday’oween (Nathan Young x Fem!Reader fluff)

Champagne Buzz*** (Nathan Young x Fem!Reader smut)

Loose Threads (Nathan Young x Fem!Reader silly)

Klaus Hargreeves

Into the Woods** (Klaus Hargreeves x Reader smut)

Homeward Bound** (Klaus Hargreeves x Fem!Reader smut)

Vladek Klimov

Vakker Sorg (Vladek Klimov x Fem!Reader angst)

Sacred Sites*** (Vladek Kilmov x Fem!Reader smut)

Seized (Vladek Klimov x Reader violence/conflict)

Sean Falco

Wake Up Call** (Sean Falco x Reader smut)

Breakfast* (Sean Falco x Fem!Reader steam)

Thunderclouds (Sean Falco x Reader angsty fluff)

Darren Treacy

Mo Shíorghrá (Darren Treacy x Reader fluff)

Jack (The Messenger)

Distorted Verses (Jack x Fem!Reader angst & fluff)

I Spy (Jack Fem!Reader (kinda fluffy, teensy bit of angst)

Snowed In (Jack x Reader angst and fluff)

Luba (Mute)

Ethereal Creatures (Luba x Fem!Reader steam)

Five Times*** (Luba x Fem!Reader smut)

Tom Natsworthy

Not Today (Tom Natsworthy x Reader violent/conflict fluff)

Spice is Nice (Tom Natsworthy x Reader fluff)

Quickening (Tom Natsworthy x Reader fluff)

AU!Rob (AN: I don’t do RPF smut anymore; only fluff or PG headcanons)

Cast it Off (AU!Robert Sheehan x Reader fluff)

The Mists of Culloden

A four-part ghost story with AU Rob. A bit spooky with some steam and some fluff, but no smut.

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four (Finale)

I hope you enjoy it as I’ve put a ton of love into it, so if you do enjoy it, please consider reblogging.

As always, thank you for following my weird little blog and I hope you have fun when you visit. Cheers!

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