Starting This Account Fresh With Him.

draw a doodle of dad kolya, in pajamas or something like that, anything from him 💕

Oh yeah, night time bed stories with papa Kolya

Personally, one of my favorite aus, but I’m just a sucker for turning any character into a dad 👨

The Gogoling babies belong to @doukeshi-kun. Lil munchkins

another morning [phone ddl]

EX ESPOSO SHADOW MILK x LECTOR FEMENINO Headcanons

ADVERTENCIAS: Ligero NSFW

Honestamente esta es mi primera publicación, no esperen mucho. No pienso traducir esto, usa Google Traductor en su lugar. Pregúntame lo que sea en inglés pero lo responderé en español.

🎭 Ex esposo Shadow Milk quien te pierde la pista una vez que es confinado en el árbol de plata, preocupado por la profunda tristeza que su corrupción y sentencia te traerían. A pesar de no haberse separado formalmente, fue el tiempo quien los divorció.

🎭 Ex esposo Shadow Milk que te llama “su mujer” frente a Puro Vainilla y los demás a pesar de que durante tu camino sin él, viajaste con SU enemigo. Inevitablemente siendo llamada por la souljam prístina que alguna vez le perteneció a él y bajo la que contrajiste nupcias hace eones.

🎭 Ex esposo Shadow Milk que no deja de mirar la marca dorada alrededor de tu dedo anular que combina con la suya y donde antes descansaba un anillo de oro que el tiempo se encargó de reducir a polvo.

🎭 Ex esposo Shadow Milk que sabe que nunca le serías infiel, mucho menos con PV. Y se burla de él por notar como los restos inútiles de su souljam resuenan contigo inevitablemente. Protegiéndote de sus trucos y hablando por ti al momento de enfrentarlo. Pero solo es otra forma de manifestar lo profundo que estás incrustada en la mente y corazón de aquella bestia. Tan tan profundo, que ese anhelo se irradia hacia el otro portador de la virtud de la verdad.p

🎭 Ex esposo Shadow Milk que hace un espectáculo y le hace saber a cada criatura dentro de Beast Yeast que la reina ha regresado a tomar su lugar. Y te deja tomar el control que te pertenece dentro de la torre, haciendo que puedas cambiarla a tu antojo, curvar las paredes de los pasillos, hacer que la puerta que abras sea de la habitación exacta a la que querías llegar, poniendo en tu camino a las criaturas más dóciles y guiándote con un camino dulce de flores de leche hacia él. Lamentablemente tus compañeros no corren con la misma suerte que tú.

🎭 Ex esposo Shadow Milk que te asusta con esa personalidad caótica y violenta, se te eriza la piel verlo tan desatado y fuera de juicio. Pero incluso con la corrupción carcomiéndole la poca sanidad que le queda, ¿qué clase de caballero sería si hace llorar una vez más a su linda esposa?

🎭 Ex esposo Shadow Milk que te toma de la mano suavemente y se pone de rodillas para besarte los nudillos en señal de sumisión y lealtad hacia ti. La luz de la permanente luna hace a su cabello brillar, casi como en aquella época de opulencia donde solía ser un dios sabio y benevolente.

🎭 Ex esposo Shadow Milk que aún te ama y el mero hecho de tocar tu piel después de eones lo hace temblar y su cabello se derrite. Los ojos que forman el todo en su interior están fijos en ti, babea y puedes ver colmillos afilados a través de su respiración agitada.

🎭 Ex esposo Shadow Milk que se acerca a ti y te susurra cuanto ha pensado en ti desde que las brujas los separaron, cuanto te ha anhelado y lo feliz que está de volver a tenerte cerca. Que te endulza el odio con palabras suaves y frases atrevidas mientras te das el lujo de estar de pie al lado de la bestia del engaño y no solo salir viva. Sino; ser objeto de todo su afecto.

🎭 Ex esposo Shadow Milk que sabe que te gusta lo que ves. Su vestimenta y actitud más atrevida, más encantador, más poderoso, más dominante, MEJOR que ese mojigato que solía ser en el pasado. Que te hace saber cuanto te desea, cuánto poder tienes sobre él y no le da miedo demostrar el desenfreno y pasión con la que te ve.

🎭 Ex esposo Shadow Milk que renueva sus votos matrimoniales y te hace el amor bajo el eterno cielo estrellado, en la habitación más alta de la torre del conocimiento engaño. Que aunque sabe que seguir amándose les traerá a ambos la más grande de las amarguras, no puede evitar repetir una y otra vez “te amo, te amo, te amo”.

🎭 Ex esposo Shadow Milk que te toma lento para no asustarte y te abraza para asegurarse de que estás ahí con él y no eres solo otra de sus alucinaciones. Que sabe que No estás acostumbrado a sus formas bruscas y su tacto áspero, así que te acostumbra y te muele a su gusto.

🎭 Ex esposo Shadow Milk que no puede evitar perder el control un poco a mitad de camino. Siendo perseguido por eones de no tenerte, de no sentirte. Te araña, te muerde el cuello, te chupa, te azota el culo y te sostiene con sus cuerdas para que tomes todo de él y él se lleve todo de ti. Corriéndose una y otra vez dentro de ti, lamentando que de su cuerpo divino no había forma de engendrar vida. Así que, cuando finaliza el espectáculo con ambos corriéndose juntos en armonía, las lágrimas se le escaparon y se dejó caer sobre ti como una marioneta sin vida.

🎭 Esposo Shadow Milk que en el momento en que vuelve a poner un lindo anillo de oro y gemas azules en tu dedo su dominio comienza a cambiar en una amalgama de ambas almas unidas. PV observa con horror desde abajo como el dominio de la bestia te absorbe y tú lo devoras en su lugar. El cielo de las ruinas de lo que antes era el reino que gobernabas con él: se ilumina. Y cada criatura dentro de la torre del engaño se arrodilla y es obligado a arrodillarse.

🎭 Esposo Shadow Milk que aparece ante PV y los demás flotando contigo entre sus brazos con una enorme sonrisa burlona. Ahora que Puro Vainilla te observa en tu máximo esplendor, simplemente se rinde. Estabas hecha a la medida para Shadow Milk, toda tu forma, tus gentiles manos, rasgos impíos y cabello suave; todo para alguien que no es él.

his dove 🩸🕊️

vampire au fyolai for an art trade with @definetelynotavampire

Final Fantasy VII fic recommendations

(Reader inserts) Recommendations of my favorite headcanons/imagines/fics/scenarios (I don’t own any)

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Cloud Strife

fluff / shy kisses

fluff / sparring

fluff / I wouldn't mind holding your hand

fluff / beside manner

angst fluff / suavium

fluff / night

fluff / chocobo

angst fluff / scars

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Updated:06-October-2024

Sorry there's only Cloud fics, I'll search more character fics soon

“𝙒𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙧

𝙊𝙛 𝙢𝙮 𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛-𝙥𝙞𝙩𝙮?”

I suddenly get crazy when i re-read all your dad!kolya short fic, i remember you said that since there's the kids in the house, nikolai and mama would be having sex in the bedroom or bathroom when they shower together DAMNNNNNN imagine he would carry you up and slam you onto the wall while the shower still on? Sex with dad!kolya would be hm hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

𝙙𝙖𝙙!𝙣𝙞𝙠𝙤𝙡𝙖𝙞 + 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙚.𝙭

notes ✥ happy new year. here's a porn for starters. unedited! un-proofread! i'm sick and my hands slipped and i wrote dick n balls

contents ✥ fem!reader, kolya and you are hubby and wifey, shower se.x, oc kids make small appearance

“Kolya—”

A loud gasp. Your back arches as your husband presses the pad of his fingers harder on your clit, rubbing it skillfully. Your thighs tremble as your back is peppered with warm kisses—his tongue slithers against your skin, licking the droplets of the hot shower raining on both of your naked bodies. 

“One more, baby, one more,” Nikolai whispers against your ear, grinding his cock on your ass. “Do you feel how hard I am, sweetheart? You wan’ it, yeah?”

“Mm-hm,”

“Gotta stretch you reeeal nice first,” He groans lowly, inserting two fingers into your cunt. Your legs jerk, one of them lifts at the sensation of his fingers scissoring your cunt—both of his fingers make a wavy motion against the spot, causing your moan to grow louder. 

“N-Nikolai— Haa—! A-Ah—” 

You are panting hard beneath his palm that he pressed against your mouth. “Slowly, sweet thing. You're gonna scare the kids.” He chuckles breathily as his fingers move faster, plunging in and out. Your eyes roll back, hands gripping his beefy arms that are tightly holding you against his naked, firm body. Your mouth is gagged with another of his hands as he pulls your head to lean against his shoulder. 

He tilts his head, smirking, cackling with that deep voice of his. For a moment, his words come out accented—“My pretty fucking wife, aww~” He teases as he watches your muffled moan and body trembles against him. You are close, so so close. Your hand flings to your breast, fondling it and teasing your own hard nipple. 

Your pussy clenches hard around his thick fingers as your hips roll against his palm, but Nikolai withdraws before you reach your climax. A whine leaves your mouth but quickly changes to a surprised yelp when Nikolai turns your body, hooks both of his arms under your thighs and lifts you too easily. Your legs wrap around his waist, arms clinging to him as you press your lips against his, sharing a sloppy kiss. 

He aligns his cock against your pussy, tapping its head against your sensitive clit. You whine between the kiss, receiving a chuckle from him. Your eyes gaze at his face—water dripping from his white hair, his skin is blushing red. 

“Kolya..!” You whine against his lips, kissing him again. “Fuck me, please,” You beg as your hands roam on his chest, brushing against his nipples, which causes him to hiss in pleasure. 

“As you wish, wife.” Nikolai says before he pushes himself into your heated cunt. You gasp and his head is thrown back. “O-Ooh, fuck…” He moans and leaves no time to start thrusting as his lust is heightened. Your hips roll slightly against him, mewling in pleasure as his mouth latches on your neck, sucking the skin. 

Both of you are moving in harmony, with your moans and his whimpers grow louder as he thrusts harder and harder. His cock is hard—thickly filling you, pleasuring every nerve in your pussy. You lean your head, chanting his name as your legs jerk, hugging his waist tightly as you cum around his girth.

Nikolai moans, adjusting his arms under your legs as he snaps his hips rougher—the slapping sound echoes loud in the bathroom. Your cunt is sensitive and your eyes are teary as the coil in your stomach tightens again. You whine loudly, using your own hand to rub your clit, urging him to go harder.

Until, your lust is interrupted with a loud crash and girly scream from outside. You can barely hear it but you swear you hear Yuri is calling for Mari and the sister is threatening Karol and the youngest is laughing naughtily. 

Between the haze of your love-making, you try to call for your husband who is lowering his head to suck on your tits. His mouth catches your nipple, tongue rolling on the sensitive bud. You whimper slowly, trying to control your voice. With your trembling hand, you reach Nikolai’s hair, trying to get his attention. 

“Nikolai— Mmh!”

Your voice is interrupted by a sudden hard thrust and a palm on your mouth. Your eyes roll back as Nikolai continues to thrust, grinding his pelvis against your clit, burying his dick as deep as he can, drawing pleasures to your nerves. He gives a long lick from your neck to your jaw and then to your ear. 

“Let the kids be. I wanna have fun with my wife for a moment.”

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y/n and shadow milk cookie but they're ✨️ married ✨️

Yes.

sunday tragedy!!!

struggled with the background for this so much

Flavor: Wild berry cheesecake

Toppings:

"will you stay the nigth" and "calling them in the middle of the nigth",

with Nikolai (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)♡

wild berry cheesecake order two — calliope’s confectionary

content. gn!reader. hurt/comfort (mostly fluff), cuddling. notes and translations at the end. not proofread. 1.2k+ words. ⟶ features nikolai gogol.

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The resident jester of the infamous Decay of Angels preferred to fill his day with entertainment—unprompted and unplanned, of course. No itinerary could tie him down. He would do whatever popped into his mind whenever it popped into his mind, whether it was a harmless prank or an egregious crime. His run-ins with the city's municipal police were stories he would treasure forever. They were such a fun group to mess with.

But after a trying day of freedom, or at least as much freedom as he had been able to achieve, he would settle at the highest point of the city, amongst the shadows of Yokohama's skyscrapers, eyeing the fast-moving cars below with only mild interest, the breeze blowing through him. A bird lured to slumber by the din surrounding it.

He was fidgeting with the knife in his hand with a yawn, having sliced a stolen piece of fresh fruit from a locked vendor stall, when his phone chimed with an obnoxious tune. It managed to startle him from his perch. He didn't have many contacts in his phone—just one, but one was all he needed. Without another beat, he answered the call, letting the sounds of the not-so-slumbering city melt away.

"Любий!" he exclaimed, taking a quick bite from the apple slices settled on his lap. "To what do I owe the pleasure of a call at this hour?"

"Hey, Коля." The static of the phone speaker was harsh, a testament to the many trials it had been put through, but even then, he would be a fool to miss the raspiness of your voice, as if you were moments away from breaking apart. It was unusual for you to call at such an hour since you were usually asleep. That, or you were slaving away on something for work—you were far too invested in your job for his taste.

"What's ruffled your feathers, зяблик?"

You sighed. "It's nothing."

"Nothing!" You could practically make out his exaggerated gestures through the phone. It almost made you smile.

"Well, I need to get my ears checked. Because if I didn't know any better, and I think I do," his cheerful voice melted into something sour, "I'd say you were about to cry."

You laughed, but it wasn't the light-hearted, unrestrained laugh he not-so-secretly adored and longed for. It was this heavy sound, despondent and frail, like all life had been drained from you. He wouldn't have been surprised if you had been crying and were just doing a somewhat decent job of covering it up. In any other scenario, he would be impressed.

"It's stupid."

"Oh, I highly doubt that." He hated when you said that. For there was nothing your captivating mind could dwell on that could ever be considered stupid. Not to him, at least. "And besides, you know I'll always take the opportunity to pick at your brain."

"It's just—" His face softened immensely at your defeated tone. "I just miss you."

His eyes widened. "Miss me," he uttered breathlessly, unable to believe the words yet knowing you would never lie to him. You could, easily so, but for some reason, he was sure you never would. He held the phone away from his face as if it would burn him if it got too close. His mind had created an echo chamber out of that little phrase, and he was too focused on ruminating to realize that he had yet to actually respond.

"Коля?"

He startled with a yelp. "Yes!"

"I know this is last minute, and you're free to say no, but…" he hung onto every word as you trailed off, trying to anticipate the next one with owlish fervor. His heart had picked up to an unbearingly fast pace, and he didn't know if he would survive another hit. "Will you stay the night with me?"

And there he was, out for the count—but he quickly recovered, jumping to his feet as he started to pace across the rooftop's platform, inching so daringly close to the edge that he would have fallen with another step. You always seemed to have such an effect on him.

"Of course! I'll be there in five minutes."

"Five minutes?" You voiced your confusion. "But doesn't your ability-?"

"Can't answer, gotta go, bye!"

And with a swoop of his coat, he disappeared into the night.

The knock on your door rang through your empty apartment, somehow making the silence that followed even louder. You had established a deal with Nikolai months ago that he had to enter through the front door after a particular incident when he walked in on you in the shower, and sometimes you regretted making such a ginormous deal out of that at the time. It took all your energy to get out of bed and drag yourself to the front door.

But you had forgotten the most essential motto when interacting with Nikolai—expect the unexpected. He held many items—snacks, candies, plushies, face masks, card games—and you had no clue how he carried it all in his arms. You wouldn't be surprised if even more were stored in his overcoat, and you tried not to think about how these items were retained.  He was practically bouncing at the seams, practically cooing at the sight of you. So disheveled and cute.

"I've got everything we need for the perfect sleepover!" He burst through the entryway without question, piling the stuff onto your formerly uncluttered countertops as some spilled to the floor. "Enough snacks to feed an army with some of those cute, slimy animal masks you buy from the one fancy store."

He whipped around with a grin. "Quiz time! What movie are we—"

You didn't realize it until he started to stare as you still stood at the doorway, but the dam behind your eyes had finally broken, and you just sobbed. The tears kept coming down as you tried to wipe them away, profusely apologizing for the emotional display under your breath, but it was to no avail as sobs continued to rack your body. Your breath hitched as his thumb brushed your cheek, his expression contorted into uncharacteristic concern.

"You're crying."

You resisted the impulse to snark out a witty remark, smiling through your tears, laughing.

"I'm just happy to see you. That's all."

He softened, relieved to hear your authentication laughter, even when it came with such an unusual display. Without another thought, he brought you into his arms, and it felt so natural to burrow yourself into the warmth of his overcoat as he held you, humming an unfamiliar tune as he swayed back and forth, his presence bringing life back to your cold apartment.

"How about we watch that one movie, hm?" he hummed, pressing tickling kisses across your face. "The one with that man in the ridiculous shorts and long haircut."

You sniffed loudly, able to wipe away most of your tears. "Can we quote the wedding scene?"

He grinned from ear to ear. "You'll have to keep up with my performance, зяблик! Not that I doubt your abilities."

Your laughter was so delightful to hear. You both cuddled up on the couch for the rest of the night, watching bad American comedy films as you playfully quoted the stupidest lines. It didn't take long for you to doze off with a not-so-subtle snore, and he had to hold back the impulse to draw on your face, instead leaving a kiss on your forehead before snuggling in closer, ready to join you in sleep.

любий = darling зяблик = little bird

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i finally picked these requests back up! yes, i do intend to finish every single one of them, and hopefully i can wrap them up before the holiday season :D (p.s. if anyone can figure out the movie that i described at the end, you get a gold star.)

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