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Now back to this dom/ sub thing. In my opinion he’s a switch but not totally submissive. He retains his dom personality even if he’s a bottom. His - lets call it role - depends on his partner and their preferences. If his partner is the total submissive type he’d be your dom right out of the books. However, if his partner is also a dominant type he’d be able to adjust, though, I still don’t see him being totally submissive. In case his partner is partly dominant he’d let them be whenever they wanted. In my opinion this would be the most enjoyable for him because he loves to see his s/o enjoying themselves. I also think that the power struggle they’d sometimes have would be an absolute turn on for Mikhail.

Lots of love ❤️ Lin

However, this is just entirely my opinion and my image of how I’d like their characters to be ☺️ If you or any of you Sugarcubs have different opinions/ ideas just let me know ✨

Lots of love ❤️Lin

Lots of love ❤️Lin

Lots of love ❤️ Lin

Lots of love ❤️ your trashLin

Seriously, what’s wrong with those stupid gaps????

[Yuliy x fem!reader] [angst/ fluff] [word count: 1.015] Something is not right here. There is a shiver running through Yuliy’s body making his guts itch. Yuliy squints his eyes as the fading sunlight irritates his vision. Restlesslyhis gaze wanders her frame.              It was a rough day for both of them, Jaeger had been tailing them almost all day and he wasn’t evensure if they were really able to throw them off. Stress and exhaustion eating on his composure, frustration loosened his tongue. As soon as they found a safe place to stay he had  blurted out how he couldn’t handle herrecklessness any longer. How he couldn’t stand seeing her throwing her life away so thoughtlessly anymore. Remembering their last enemy encounter, he reminded her that she just made a hairbreadth escape from deaths doorstep.Horrible pictures of her lifeless frame dangling in enemy hands still freshly painted in his mind.               At first, she had calmly responded“Throwing my life away for you? I’ll gladly do it again” then she had given him the silent treatment. She is always collected, rarely loosing hertemper in situations like this. Usually, he could handle that much but today it was different. Her words and the indifference she treated such an important subject with just set him off. The instant he had tried to touch hershoulder she aggressively had snapped his hand away. Irritation had stopped his words only for a moment, quickly he had pressed his arguments on her again and again. Then she had started throwing insults at him, raising hervoice strangely loud. It went back and forth until she had hit the cupboard behind her.  With a clink a vase standing on top dropped, rolling a few inches until it shattered with a boisterous sound on the wooden floor.            Silence clogs the air, the atmosphere is tense. Tightly her fingers clutch the wooden edge behind her, her grip so strong turning her knuckles white. Something is about to turn horribly wrong.“Yulichka” she hangs her head, voice breaking. “Can you hear yourself talking?” a strange sound somewhere between laughing and sobbing bubblesout of her.Yuliy freezes. Fallen strands framing her face block his view but he catches a glimpse of her brows closely knit together. “You want me to stop jumping in front of you when something is threatening to hurtyou? You want me to stop buying you time when I am able to? You want me to think about my actions more thoroughly because my life is important?” she clutches her chest, fabric of her shirt crumpling.“Yuliy” it’s more of a hitch than a word “That’s so hypocritical”her voice is small, almost inaudible. When she raises her head he feels like lightening just struck him. Face a painful mask, her eyes are glossy. Salty beads prickle slowly over her now crimson cheeks.           “Whatabout you? You’re doing reckless stuff like that all the time. Protecting the arc, protecting me, protecting others. What about your life?”            Genuine truth ringing inside his ears he gulps. She’s never been that emotional before,panic renders his thoughts useless. Never has he seen her in agony like this before, desperate tears pouring endlessly. She is not finished yet, though.“Do you know how I feel when I see you oozing right through myhands? When you seem so desperate to burn your life away? Don’t you care about my thoughts, my feelings, my wishes?” Leaning over she almost tears her shirt apart. “I want to support you, to protect you becauseyou are important to me. Not because I care for that stupid decade old thing in your eye. You are important because I love you, I love you so much I can’t breathe when you’re not around. I can’t be when you’renot here. Please, don’t take that away from me” she shouts, words spilling hoarsely.           Shecould as well just slapped him right across his face. Guilt wells up, cold fingers grasping a prison around his heart. Dealing with feelings has never been easy since that incident. Being afraid of having his feelings taken away again he hardly shows them. Such an open display overwhelms him, not because his passion doesn’t run equally deep, but rather because he is so afraid of putting it into words. Once he touches it, it might crack,breaking into a million little pieces.            Yuliy blinks once, twice.            He bites hislip.            She is the person closest to him, closest to his heart.            He wants to keepher safe, nothing should ever hurt her.           She chose to be by his side, bear his burden.            She is his family.            He is her family.           She wants to keep him safe, nothingshould ever hurt him.            He is the person closest to her, closest to her heart.            His mind shifts gears.           Feet carry him unconsciously. He wraps his arms around her, embracing her so tight shealmost can’t breathe. “I’m sorry” he nuzzles her neck, resting his head against her shoulder: ”I shouldn’t have said that. I was thoughtless. It’s just… it’s… if I’d lose you I might be still living, but not being alive” He feels her hands rubbing soothing circles on his back. It’s silly, he should be the one comforting her. Taking a step back to get a look at her face he is surprisedto find her smiling fondly. Wet still coats her flushed cheeks, puffy eyes are a silent reminder, but her body language speaks completely different than before. A warm hand cradles his cheek, she parts her lips but his thumbcaressing the bottom line of her mouth stop words from flowing. Yuliy lays his hand on top of hers, delicately lacing their fingers together. Dark ocean eyes full of affection lock with hers. Foreheads touch, the tips of theirnoses brush against each other, a gesture nearly as intimate as sharing a kiss. “I understand how you feel. Let’s promise to cherish what’s important for the other” he whispers on her lips, she nods.“I vow to care for your thoughts, your feelings and your wishes. I love you” 

[Mikhail x reader] [smut] [word count: 1.496] Sharp, dangerous teeth nip at the edge of your ear, skillfully sucking your lobe. A delightful moan dances from your lips. Mikhail is excited. He just started and you are already so eager to submit. He rarely feels alive but your luscious smell and the heat radiating from your body sparks something inside him. Lighting up a flame inside which makes his cold blood boil. Pressing closer his lips wander, down the junction of your jaw all the way to your carotid. Lasciviously his tongue circles around your life spot. Rhythmically he feels your pulse throbbing with each vibrant heartbeat of yours. It is paper thin, the wall separating his razor fangs from your claret.            You shiver. It is dangerous to fuck with a wolf, but it is even more lethal to do so with a wolf who is a vampire. Ecstasy ignites electricity inside you, your heartbeat exhilarates. Mikhail whines. He wants you so much, your body, your soul and your blood, it makes his mind go haywire. Only a fool would sink his perfect canines into this delicious treat right away. Pierce through silky skin, rest his fangs inside rosy flesh, suck this warm pulsating ambrosia, ravish it till his hunger his satisfied. Just the image of it is enough to make him almost come undone. Almost. Mikhail is an epicure, he wants to save the best for the last. You are not his prey, not his livestock, you are his lover. He wants to savor you as a whole while he makes sweet love to you.            Sucking on this sweet spot, he dips you deeper into the mattress. Old metal creaks under his weight. Long slender fingers rub circles on your ribcage. Last clothes join the long discarded pile on the dusty wooden floor. Resting on top of you he takes in your beauty. Just those ghostly touches made you breathe hard. Lashes cast long shadows on your dusty pink cheeks, your eyes are clouded with lust. Your lips are plump and slightly parted, saliva glistening them in a moisty coat. You look like a beautiful phantasm. He reaches out an icy hand, his thumb traces your lower lip like coaxing a wild animal. You should not play with fire. In an instant, your tongue circles his finger, sucking it in deeper and deeper between your glazed lips. Immediately he feels your warmth spreading through his fingertip. You moan and lift your hips rubbing yourself against him. Sweet love, if he would not have been crazy before he would be by now. The beasts inside him start eating on his composure and slowly he feels his self-control crumble away. He takes a deep quivering breath and closes his eyes. The last thing he sees is a cheeky smirk plastered on your face. You devious little thing did this on purpose.            When he reopens his eyes you a greeted with a raging blizzard and a feral roar reverberates inside his chest. Ready to mark his territory he licks his lips with anticipation, with hunger. You feel his breath fan against your cheek. You want to roam him, but he grabs your wrists pinning them above your head. For a second you struggle, he tightens his grip, there is a low baritone growl. You stop. It hurts but it is pleasurable pain. He leaves a trail of sloppy kisses down the line of your jaw and your neck. The tip of his nose lingers cold on your burning skin as he reaches your collar bone. Mikhail lets his mouth rest there only for a moment. In a heartbeat his teeth graze your fragile skin. You sigh with bliss. It is close, so close. It takes a lot to restrain himself. Your scent, your warmth, your blood so close. It is a spiral staircase sending him right into madness. Right in this moment all he wants to do is to fuck you and suck you. He is already so hard it hurts. It would be so easy to just take you but the wolf inside his soul reminds him to be gentle. You are his mate, not his victim. You made it clear, a long time ago, that you would be with him, beside him. You gave yourself to him, you trust him, completely and he feeds on that. He moves on, hauntingly passionate. Tongue and fingers mapping you, painting invisible patterns and leaving visible marks. Marks bruising instantly into a beautiful purplish indigo.            You chant his name, sweet cries echoing through abandoned walls. Mikhail is thrilled. He released his grip. Hands travel. Bodies connect. You bend and break underneath him, he has not even reached the best spot yet. He takes pride in that. Venturing further, he finds himself engulfed between your legs, inhaling your appetizing scent. Both creatures inside him threaten to break their shackles. His whole body shudders. He grabs your thighs. The touch is rough and nails dig deep inside your delicate flesh. Mikhail leans close, strands of his wild untamed mane tickle your leg. The look in his eyes is wild. The raging blizzard turned into a dark storm. Danger radiates from the core of his being. His fangs are half exposed. You feel vulnerable but your need sets you ablaze. You squirm. His hold is merciless. His nails delve deeper, tiny droplets start seeping out. Mikhail’s reason is almost rendered to nothing. His whole body tingles, he is aroused, needy and thirsty. It is a thirst that cannot be quenched by your blood alone, he knows that. He wants you as a whole. Mikhail wants to gorge himself on you. Drink your pleasure, feel you close, connecting to you like he was your shadow. A devilish tongue fondles those small cuts. The burning sensation makes you whistle between your teeth. A guttural sound escapes his throat. Mikhail did not know he could be even more euphoric, but the sweet hazy sensation unraveling in the pit of his stomach tells him otherwise. Shifting, he positions himself in front of your entrance. The picture you paint is a feast for his eyes. Cheeks feathered crimson, shimmering beads coating your lashes, body covered in a thin sheet of sweat. He drips white.            He sheathes himself inside you. You cry, solely for him. You are tight and hot. The friction is causing his breathing to become ragged. You wither underneath his touch. He growls and moans. Barely clinging to sanity, your screams lull him further and further into a tempting abyss. Suddenly, he pulls out and turns you around in a smooth motion. Pulling your hair he takes you from behind. Ecstatic moans fall from your lips, ushering him to pummel you even harder. He picks up his pace and pulls your hair harder. Mikhail meets you halfway, his hand wandering around your throat. It is a grip tight enough to hold you in place but not to actually hurt you.            He nuzzles his face against the nape of your neck. A gesture almost too pure. “Misha” you whisper, voice full of affection, and he knows you are ready. It is a tacit agreement. Eyes glow, crystal blue turning carmine. Angling your head, his razor fangs graze your neck cutting open a small spot. He is careful not to actually bite you.  Dark red droplets trickle slowly down the wound. Lips connect to your velvet skin. His tongue draws lazy circles, cautiously not wasting any of his treat. Feverish thoughts take over his mind making his rhythm stutter. Drawing a sharp breath, he presses his tongue just below the cut, the stream of blood increases. Mikhail sucks on your neck, hard. Pain shots through you, mixing with pleasure. Shivers run up and down your spine. You cry out but the sounds come out brutish.            Mikhail is engrossed as the fresh juice of your life prickles down his throat. It is rich and savory. It tastes of you, of your vitality. He gulps it down, swallowing every precious drop you are willing to share. Your warmth spreads through his body. It is an elysian feeling. Usually, he is disgusted by the taste of blood. It is only a means to survive but when you let him drink he feels grateful. Grateful for you sharing your life with him.            He is drunk on you. Your boisterous sounds thrive him further and further to the edge. The way he can feel your pulse quicken he knows you are just moments away from coming undone. Pounding harder and harder he never stops from collecting your oozing juice. Holding you tight you melt into one. You clench around him and gasps of joy fill the air. The tight knot inside him unravels. A few more thrusts and Mikhail falls over the edge. His lithe body collapses onto you and you both sink into the mattress. In the wake of your high he pulls you close. His tongue finds yours and there is communication beyond the limit of spoken language.

You sweethearts all encouraged me to go all the way and write the way I feel like. I’m so glad to have you, thank you for your kind words and compliments 💗 I feel very comfortable to share my writing in this fandom and it’s all thanks to you ✨  I’m sorry I was so busy and couldn’t answer sooner. @talpup your words almost made me cry, especially the last phrase. Thank you for enjoying my writing 💕 I hope you are still here to enjoy what is about to come Long story short, the next piece will be finally some smut 😉Lots of love ❤ Lin 

Lots of love ❤️ Lin

Lots of love 💕Lin

Your phone vibrates on the carpet. You turn around. The spot beside you is cold. vzzzzzt vzzzzzt The aggressive sound doesn’t stop. You sigh and turn around again. While you stretch your arm out under your cozy cover there is a silent plea in the back of your head hoping the caller would just hang off. Of course he won’t. Your hand roams the fuzzy strands of the flokati. Several tries later you feel the buzzing phone. You don’t even need to look at the ID to know that your scapegrace of a boyfriend is calling. You answer, a resolute “No” leaves your lips, it’s a simple answer. The line cracks. “Pleeease” his voice is slurred. “I said no, I already told you when I left” the line cracks again. “Please, Babe it’s cold” you hear something like leather scratching on stone, he’s probably leaning on some kind of wall. “I know, Russian winter nights are always cold” “Babe, I’m sorry.... I promise-” “Stop it” you cut him short, your body is already moving into an upright position. There’s a long sigh at the end of the line “Are you still there?” “Mhhh” “Just stay where you are” You hang up without waiting for an answer. It’s always the same. You would spent the late nights making things right between both of you. You would have a good time, you would fight, he would get drunk and you would have to get him out of whatever mess he would have gotten himself into. Sitting up your head throbs. You might have had a little too much as well earlier. Rubbing your temples, you crack an eye open. The electric sound of the neon sign across the street buzzes the air. You get out from under the covers, cold creeps underneath your skin. You grab whatever is in reach, a fruitless attempt to protect whatever heat is left on your skin. You shudder from head to toe, anger boils inside you. Slipping in some boots you get your car keys. The lights in the hallway are broken and you creep your way down the stairs. Outside the ruthless wind is freezing as you stomp through the snow. You curse underneath your breath when you get inside the car. As you drive to your destination, there is a stream of abuse inside your head. Deep down you know you would never say them aloud. You already lost the fight the moment you answered your phone. After all, it’s always the same. It’s a hollow, satisfying sound when you close the door of the car. The cold is still piercing as you look around for your boyfriend. It takes some steps until you spot his white untamed mane. The annoyance floating through your veins seem to warm you at least a little. He is sitting on the bare pavement, head leaning back, half smoked cigarette between his lips. Keys clank together as your pounding steps come to halt. Slowly, his head leans forward. Your fiery gaze is met with a pair of pale blue crystal. Maybe you could just turn around and never come back. Your sigh forms a cloud of white vapor “Seriously Mikhail, you’ll catch death, the ground is fucking frozen” “I’m from Siberia, we don’t freeze” he takes a pull from his cigarette, his voice is way too cocky for your taste. “Says the guy who was crying to get me here, fine have fun getting your cold drunk ass home” The keys in your hand rattle again, you turn around. “Wait” he catches your ankle. Angleing your head you catch a glimpse of his pleading gaze. This proud wolf watches you like a beaten puppy. Something in your heart stirs, your features soften. He stumbles to his feet and you just barely catch him. “Careful” you whisper pulling him closer into your arms. He nuzzles your neck almost immediately. He smells of cigarettes and alcohol but underneath it there is his scent. Like fresh snow, the first morning of winter. Pure and pristine. The only cold you would ever want to bathe in. Your hand combs through his wild strands in soothing motions. He growls in delight. “Lets get home” It takes a while but you get him into the car. The whole ride his crystal eyes never leave you, he stays silent. You turn off the engine, he still doesn’t make a move. You cock an eyebrow when he suddenly slumps forward resting his head on your shoulder. His voice is cracked but sincere “I know I woke you up, I know I can be a prick. Maybe right now I’m barely alive, maybe you’re taking my shit for the last time. I know that I’m drunk but I know you’re the one” You lean your head down, your lips brush against his soft hair forming a silent “I know”. It will forever be the same.