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Random Sergei Kravinoff HCs
I've been talking with @elusivewildflower and @whatblogisthis216about about Kraven so now everyone here is going to be treated to my unhinged Sergei Kravinoff thoughts.
Imagine dating Sergei and him just casually summoning all the animals over so you can say hi and pet them. I love the thought of asking him, "What are those grackles gossiping about over there?" He just sighs and tries to explain that's not how it works but you're only half listening, already asking him to summon a squirrel for a little chat.
I'd be fun to figure out the extent of his powers—like, "Ooo, can you talk to bugs too? Can you tell the gnats they need to leave my apartment ASAP?"
And then there’s Sergei sending in birds and other animals to check on you when he's out on a job, making sure you're safe and sound. It’d be hilarious, especially since he seems like the type who’d think some light stalking of his partner (disguised as 'keeping you safe') is totally fine.
Imagine if you will....
You’re sitting at your kitchen table when a beautiful falcon lands on the ledge of your apartment, its wings spread wide and dark, its feathers a stunning blend of earthy browns and soft creams. The bird taps the glass twice with its curved, hooked beak and you sigh, knowing exactly what it wants. Reluctantly, you slide the window open.
"This is still stalking," you mutter under your breath, pointing a finger at the falcon as it stares back at you with those piercing, yellow eyes.
It tilts its head curiously, studying you with an almost knowing look, before it steps into your apartment with a soft flutter of its wings. It lands gracefully on the back of the chair closest to you.
"You better not poop in here," you warn, raising an eyebrow as you watch its talons tap-tap across the surface. You stab a piece of cooked chicken with your fork, and the falcon's gaze immediately sharpens, its hungry eyes following every movement.
"If you let me pet you before you report back, I’ll give you this chicken. Deal?" you ask, half-amused, half-annoyed.
The bird doesn’t respond, but it allows you to gently stroke its silky feathers. Then, in one swift motion, it snatches the chicken from your fork, the sharp snap of its beak and flutters back onto the ledge.
"Ugh, this is so weird," you groan, watching it from across the room. "Why can’t Sergei just text me like a normal person?"
Another random thought....we never actually see Sergei drive in the movie, and as a young adult, it seems like he was chauffeured everywhere. So, I can’t help but be greatly amused by the idea of this terrifying assassin who… can’t drive. You expect him to have all these incredible skills after watching him tear through like 30 bad guys, but then he's sliding into the passenger seat, expecting you to drive.
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Anonymous asked:
if you want and have one, can we get a sneak peak of the bodyguard!sergei kravinoff fic you're writing 🤭 ?
Fair warning I am still very much working out the kinks of the story and the plot so this may change but here's a sneak peek! I am happy for any and all feedback, I am a little down on my writing lately.
Please note this fic will include past references to domestic violence and an abusive partner.
You fiddle with your cup and saucer to occupy your hands, but as soon as you notice Sergei's attention shift to your movements, you drop your hand to your lap, nervously twisting the fabric of your pants between your thumb and forefinger.
“Why don’t you tell me what’s going on? Dmitri was unusually tight-lipped, and your emails were a little vague,” Sergei notes.
“Ah, yes,” you say, your gaze flicking away briefly, unable to meet his steady, assessing eyes.
Each time you tried to write out an explanation about everything you faltered. The words never seemed to capture the depth of your unease, and what you had written always sounded exaggerated—dramatic, even. It felt so overblown when it was reduced to text. But then, of course, your nightmares would remind you of the reality behind the fear.
“My ex-husband,” you begin, forcing yourself to meet his eyes again, though it’s harder now, “he’s, well, he’s not dangerous really but, he’s got a bit of a temper….” Your words trail off, and you can feel your face heat with embarrassment.
Sitting across from Sergei, you can’t help but feel foolish, especially with the way he exudes an intensity that feels almost out of place in the quiet, cozy coffee shop. There’s something about him that suggests he’s no stranger to high-stakes situations, maybe even life-and-death threats. You suddenly feel small in comparison, the weight of your concerns seeming trivial. He’s the kind of person used to handling real danger, and here you are, asking for help with something that feels almost silly in the context of his world.
“I’m sorry,” you rush out, suddenly overwhelmed by the ridiculousness of it all. “This was stupid. A mistake.”
Ok besties…how dark do we want her ex to be??? Cause your girl had ideas. But also should this be more light hearted?
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Anonymous asked:
if you want and have one, can we get a sneak peak of the bodyguard!sergei kravinoff fic you're writing 🤭 ?
Fair warning I am still very much working out the kinks of the story and the plot so this may change but here's a sneak peek! I am happy for any and all feedback, I am a little down on my writing lately.
Please note this fic will include past references to domestic violence and an abusive partner.
You fiddle with your cup and saucer to occupy your hands, but as soon as you notice Sergei's attention shift to your movements, you drop your hand to your lap, nervously twisting the fabric of your pants between your thumb and forefinger.
“Why don’t you tell me what’s going on? Dmitri was unusually tight-lipped, and your emails were a little vague,” Sergei notes.
“Ah, yes,” you say, your gaze flicking away briefly, unable to meet his steady, assessing eyes.
Each time you tried to write out an explanation about everything you faltered. The words never seemed to capture the depth of your unease, and what you had written always sounded exaggerated—dramatic, even. It felt so overblown when it was reduced to text. But then, of course, your nightmares would remind you of the reality behind the fear.
“My ex-husband,” you begin, forcing yourself to meet his eyes again, though it’s harder now, “he’s, well, he’s not dangerous really but, he’s got a bit of a temper….” Your words trail off, and you can feel your face heat with embarrassment.
Sitting across from Sergei, you can’t help but feel foolish, especially with the way he exudes an intensity that feels almost out of place in the quiet, cozy coffee shop. There’s something about him that suggests he’s no stranger to high-stakes situations, maybe even life-and-death threats. You suddenly feel small in comparison, the weight of your concerns seeming trivial. He’s the kind of person used to handling real danger, and here you are, asking for help with something that feels almost silly in the context of his world.
“I’m sorry,” you rush out, suddenly overwhelmed by the ridiculousness of it all. “This was stupid. A mistake.”
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KNAWING AT THE BARS ON MY ENCLOSURE BECAUSE I NEED DIMITRI KRAVINOFF HEAD-CANNONS
People refuse to hear me out but they clearly don’t understand
I have only recently joined the Dmitri Kravinoff train but here are a few random thoughts for him as a boyfriend.
I feel like Dima is definitely the love-bombing type—constantly eager to show you how much he cares and how capable he is of taking care of you. He’s always spoiling you with new, expensive clothes, even going so far as to build an entire wardrobe for you at his apartment.
He’s so effortlessly charming that you often find yourself agreeing to things before you even have a chance to say no. And of course, you feel completely at ease with him because he’s so sweet and unassuming, always making it seem like whatever he wants is actually your idea in the first place.
Dima is also a very touchy boyfriend, always bringing your hand to his lips to kiss your knuckles or nuzzling the side of your face and neck. He'd love to put his hands on your hips and rest his chin on your shoulder, murmuring sweet nothings into your ear.
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Anonymous asked:
Ty for quick response. Omg tell me more about tangerine x inexpericed reader??? I’m so excited and intrigued.
Sometimes I am timely when answering my asks. Other times...well...I have 94 unanswered asks for a reason.
Fair warning, this will be a dark fic and Tangerine will edge on darker vs soft dark.
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Anonymous asked:
I'd like to hear more about Housewife!Reader x Sergei?
This is such sweet indulgent fluff with some spicy smut thrown in. Basically all about how Sergei appreciates his partner being a housewife.
Here’s a little sneak peek!
By the time you’ve set everything on the table, including his favorite beer, he appears at the mouth of the hallway. He’s wearing low-slung grey sweats and a simple white t-shirt, his damp hair falling loosely around his face, curling at the edges. He regards you with such a soft, unassuming expression that, in moments like this, it’s easy to forget who he is. What he does.
"Smells delicious," he says, pressing a kiss to your forehead as he passes you, his hand brushing lightly over your hip.
“It’s nothing,” you say, trying to shrink away from his attention, an uncomfortable warmth creeping into your cheeks.
His soft “hey” has you turning to face him again. He draws you into his body, and cradles your head between his hands, his gaze unwavering and intense as he looks down at you. "Don’t do that," he murmurs, his tone soft but insistent. "Don’t diminish your role here."
It’s hard to think sometimes when he looks at you like that, his gaze so intense that the world around you seems to blur into a soft haze. Slowly, you nod, but he doesn't pull away. His thumb brushes over your cheek and you sigh, the tightness in your shoulders release.
“Good,” he praises, before finally stepping back.
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Anonymous asked:
I’m needing a Kraven sucking the poison out of someone like please!
Oh, this is a kink I didn't know I had.
But now I am imagining Sergei holding you down while you writhe and groan in pain. You're begging him to help, and he promises he will, easing a hand over your sweaty forehead. You feel his hot mouth on your wrist as he draws your skin between his teeth and begins to suck. Your eyes flutter, your heart racing from the unexpected intimacy of the moment. Through it all, he makes a low, soothing sound in his chest.
He pulls back briefly to spit out the poison, then his mouth is on you once more. The pressure he applies is intense, making you groan in pain, but he holds you steady, determined to ensure he gets the poison out. You’re feverish by the time he’s finished, your eyes glassy. He urges you to drink something he’s prepared. It burns and tastes bitter, but he assures you it will help, his golden eyes never leaving your face.
Once you’ve drained the cup, he lifts your limp body effortlessly, cradling you in his arms like you weigh nothing. A featherlight kiss is pressed to your temple.
"I’ve got you," he murmurs. The last thing you see before you slip into unconsciousness are his bright blue eyes, filled with warmth and concern.
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WIP Folder Tag Game
Thank you for tagging me @writercole!
Rules: Make a post with the names of all the files in your wip folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous, and tag as many people as you have wips. People can send an ask with the title that most intrigues them, then you post a snippet or tell them something about it!
- Escort!Tangerine x F!reader
- Escort!Jake Seresin x F!reader
- The Price of Survival Chapter 3 (Lucius Verus x F!reader, modern zombie AU)
- Mob!Sergei Kravinoff x reader + Bodyguard!Lucius Verus x reader
- Romance Author!Reader x Bodyguard!Sergei Kravinoff
- Soft!Dark Sergei kidnaps you for your own good
- Under the Influence Chapter 2 (Clark Kent x F!reader, sex pollen)
- Stand By Me Chapter 4 (Rhett Abbott x F!reader)
- Housewife!Reader x Sergei
- On the Horizon Chapter 3 (Tyler Owens x F!reader)
- Stargazing with Tyler Owens
- Mea culpa (drabble for Lucius and The Fisherman’s Wife from his POV)
- Joel Miller x F!Reader (unplanned pregnancy, he does not react well)
Send an ask if you want to know more!
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My writing muse isn’t exactly cooperating right now, so I’m slowly working through the asks that have piled up.
In the meantime, if anyone wants to hit me with one of the following, feel free!
- An unpopular character/fandom/writing opinion you have (or ask me for mine)
- A smutty little thought/scenario (dark or not) that’s been on your brain lately.
- A movie/TV show suggestion to watch because you want me to write a character (bonus points if you explain why)
- A trope or kink that you recently discovered and have become feral for.
- Ask me for my opinion on a character/trope/kink.
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Anonymous asked:
Based on your idea of Governess!Reader and the Hardings, I imagine it's Anna who falls first. She would see you most and love how well you care for the girls. Friedrich would see the adoring look Anna gives you and takes notice and falls for you too! -🍒 anon
Oh, yes, I absolutely adore this.
Friedrich strikes me as the type who gets jealous easily, so he notices right away when Anna’s attention starts to drift toward you more often than not. He sees how Anna gives you that soft, secretive little smile she used to reserve only for him when they were courting. There are other signs too. While Anna is always kind and sweet to all the servants, there’s something different about how she dotes on you—buying you books, fancy quills, and parchment when she realizes how much you love to read and write in your spare time. Perhaps, once the children are tucked in bed and Friedrich is supposedly tied up with work in his office, she invites you to join her for a drink until it turns into a near nightly thing.
He also notices how touchy Anna is with you, a light hand on your shoulder or your arms linked when you walk together with the children. After that, Friedrich begins to watch you more closely, wondering what it is that’s drawn Anna’s attention. You’re lovely in a way he can’t deny, and so wonderful with the girls, but soon he starts to notice other things. Like the sharp wit in your conversations, your knowledge of history and literature that goes far beyond what’s expected of a governess. And then there’s the way you look back at Anna when her attention strays, how you go out of your way to please her, to make things easier for his wife.
One night, as they sit together on the sofa, watching you play with the children on the floor, Anna leans closer to him and, with a wistful smile, says, “You’ve noticed her finally, haven’t you? She is so lovely.”
“She is,” Friedrich agrees, his fingers interlacing with hers, his mind already drifting toward the thoughts of how you'd look in their bed.
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Anonymous asked:
my case for stand by me winning is that outer range has been canceled. the rhett girls are thirsty, parched. a day without is like a year without rain, ala selena gomez, and the last update has been more than a day so…ohmigod rhett hoes are dangerously dehydrated please call an ambul—
This ask made me giggle.
Here you go, anon. Some food and water for you. This is the opening of chapter 4 of Stand By Me.
Spoilers for chapter 3!
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Bestie, I feel awful today. I just want to curl up in a man's lap like a cat and have him absent mindedly pet my hair and coo at me.
Sergei would be SO good at this type of thing.
I just know that man has a comfy bed, piled high with pillows and soft furs from his hunts. It's perfect for you to sink into while he prepares a warm bath for you. After that, there's no effort needed on your part; he'll take care of everything, gently washing you from head to toe and massaging soothing lotion into your skin, his hands working into every sore, tired muscle.
Once you're boneless and completely relaxed, he'll pull you into his lap, gently stroking your hair and shoulders. He'll press tender kisses to your hairline, all while a soft, reassuring purr vibrates from his chest.
If you got hungry this man would hand feed you fruits and cheese. There's no need to get up, he'll carry you anywhere you want to go. And once you're up for it, he'll settle between your thighs and draw every ounce of stress from your body with his hands and mouth.
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Anonymous asked:
Can we get some headcannons for Hangman please?
You mean this guy? Absolutely!
I’m going to break this down between SFW and NSFW.
Jake loves to secretly show off for you, like cooking breakfast in nothing but grey sweatpants and his dog tags. He knows exactly what he’s doing, especially when you can’t help but watch the muscles in his back flex as he moves. If you want to get him all riled up, all it takes is ignoring him and pretending to be absorbed in your book or phone.
His skincare and hair routine is longer and more involved than yours. He’s the one with all the Ulta/Sephora points and he refuses to tell you how much he spends on his products.
I think Jake is a fan of big gestures. He wants you and the rest of the world to see just how much he cares for you. Valentine’s Day and anniversaries are never simple. He’s going all out — think horse-drawn carriage rides, hot air balloon trips, and everything in between.
Most of the time, Jake feels like he knows best, which can be great because he’ll take charge and handle things. But it can also cause friction when he overrides your opinions or doesn't ask for your input on decisions. I think he has to learn to relinquish a lot of the control he thrives on when he's single once he enters a relationship. Also, that whole solo/hangman act would need to change and he would have to start putting you first.
NSFW thoughts under the cut, 18+ only. Discussions of oral sex (m receiving), PIV sex, and praise kink.