#Amaria Kulokova

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Andrei and Amaria Kulokova 🐺🔪

(This shall be interesting 👀👀 and funny! Lol)

Richard Firewood

For Andrei: Richard might see Andrei as an alternative for business, when there aren't enough clients to his hotel, he might call Andrei to hide him to capture 10 or 20 people. It will be strictly business.

Richard: Cash is King. Enough said.

For Amaria: He might be on neutral territory with her as long as she respects his territory and hotel.

Richard: She better not cover the carpets of the lobby in mud.

Jackson Jasper

For Andrei: He may view Andrei as a cool guy with whom to hang around for drinks and flirt with women.

Jackson: Any drinking buddy is good company.

For Amaria: Jackson loves a pretty lady especially one who isn't afraid to get down and dirty. He likes her.

Jackson: You don't see women like her often. *smirks*

The Hacker

For Andrei: Both are fucked up into the head. Both are bloody disgusting. Both love to stick their cocks into bloody pussies. They might be on good terms... Plus if Andrei needs a certain weapon, The Hacker can provide it wirh ease.... For a good priece.

The Hacker: *looks up from his computer screen* Oh? Him? Yeah... Fucked up in the head but not as much as me. *smirks*

For Amaria: Now that's a dollface that the Hacker might like. She fucks the corpses of her victims from time to time? The Hacker does that on an almost daily basis... Almost.

The Hacker: *whistle* Pretty wild baby doll. Me like~

Dave Anthony

For Andrei: If Andrei thought he was brutal then he sure doesn't know Dave. This poltergeist was casted from both heaven and hell. Try to match that Andrei. If Andrei tries to stab or shot Dave, this evil entity will just laugh in his face and grin.

Dave: *evil smirk* Trying to kill me? *manical laugh* You cannot kill what's already dead, cocksucker... I am gonna enjoy possessing your body.

For Amaria: Now, that's something you don't usually see everyday and Dave would be intrigued by Amaria and her so called Gods. Interesting little human girl.

Dave: Oh? You believe in Gods.... Well.... I am the biggest motherfucking God ever, baby girl.

Samuel Grayson

For Andrei: The moment Samuel senses his aura he wants to puke his guts, because Andrei screams of sins all over and just his presence into the same room will annoy Samuel. Let alone Andrei trying anything with this poltergeist. Andrei will turn into a chew toy for Samuels hellhounds.

Samuel: He stinks of sin and he is a disgusting piece of walking meat on earth. *snarls*

For Amaria: Her aura is so so much more different than her brothers and to say so... Samuel is a little intrigued by her aura, sensing all the sadness from her past and there is just something about her beliefs that he finds.... Adorable?

Samuel: She is... Interesting.... But no... I am no God. These are too high words for me, little one.

Azol

For Andrei: Did I say Dave is absolutly brutal? Well Andrei... Meet Azol. This evil entity will view Andrei as the most amusing plaything ever. Ironic, huh? Much like the other supranatural ones, Azol feasts on humans desires and he will absolutly use Andrei's desires against him. He will haunt his dreams and drive him insane.

Azol: Ohhhh... You think you are brutal, piece of sloppy fucking used cunt. *chuckles evily* I am gonna have so much fun with your soul... I am sure after you die... We all are gonna fuck you into hell like the cocksucker I know you are. *laugh*

For Amaria: Azol will be amused by her beliefs into her Gods, teasing and haunting her, making her kill as many people as possible. Azol found himself new entertainment.

Azol: Oh... Never seen a human kill that much and with such a passion. *grins evilly* See that man, little one... He needs to die.... Listen to your new God and you will live on forever.

Bahini Talibah

For Andrei: Andrei is everything that Bahini hates into a man; he is despicable, horrible, disgusting, annoying, sleazy and someone she would absolutly not stand. He better not get near her or else he will suffer a slow, horrible and painfull death that will make Andei crawl on the floor in his own blood. Having your flesh and muscels be slowly melted by Bahinis piercing gaze isn't something to look forward to.

Bahini: His aura is simply making me anxious. He better stay away from me. He pisses me off!

For Amaria: Bahini might find her believe in Gods fascinating since she herself believes in the Egyptian Gods. They might have conversations about their Gods and such. Plus Amarias quiet and misterious aura is very calm and gives Bahini tranquility.

Bahini: She is a fascinating young woman... Also Anubis told me she has a beautiful and lightfull soul.

Azment

For Andrei: This demoness lust will destroy Andrei's for sure... And I advise him to not get close to her because at the end of the night he will be dead by the time he climaxes.... I mean... If he wants a horse dick up his ass that's his problem. Azment will over power him with ease.

Azment: Ohhh He sure is handsome and I can taste his lust... Such delicious carnal and mouthwatering lust.

For Amaria: Azment sees this small but deadly woman as very beautiful and she can appreciate such brutal display for passion of certain things... Like Amarias passion for Gods.

Azment: Beautiful and powerfull young human woman... Such beauty... It gives tingles down my spine. *sways her tail from side to side*

The Shadow

For Andrei: His personality and the vibe Andrei gives off is simply annoying to Shadow. Isn't it enough he has to deal with that idiot of a HACKER maniac? Now he has the stand this Russian Incompetent. He cannot work with these idiots around.

The Shadow: *looks up from cleaning his scalpels* I cannot stand this morron. He better not stick his nose into my business unless he wants to end up on my disection table.

For Amaria: She seems quiet and she keeps to herself so that is good on Shadows books. Her past might make Shadow sad because he has went through abuse too... Different but still abuse. He might be interested into her topics of Gods... Since he is one to feast on information and likes to learn about all type of topics.

The Shadow: She is... Fascinating to say so... But at last she is quiet.

Mitch Carson

For Andrei: This feral man will view Andrei as straight up enemy and he won't hesitate to turn the Russian into a raw steak, considering all that mass muscels and blood. If Andrei knows what's good for him, he better keep off Mitchs territory or else he will be the new target for crossbow practice.

Mitch: *growls, all body muscels ready for him to strike*

For Amaria: Considering her small body stature, he might be intrigued by her but still cautious, like a feral animal of the deep dark woods. If she brings him human flesh or bones for him to chew on... She Might.... Just might turn Mitch into a feral lap dog that will maim anyone who dares to touch Amaria.

Mitch: *growls then purrs at her, tilting his head to the side curiously*

Gerome Montana and Axel Friedrich

For Andrei: Army friends? Maybe? They might share some drinks some army stories. Three mercenaries sharing bloody ideas of killing. I guess. They might be on neutral relations with Andrei, but since they are in Miami and Andrei hates the heat... I doubt it. Down for a one night stand after drinks? Perhaps.

Gerome: Haha Cool Russian Crazy Dude!

Axel Friedrich: His personality is a bit too much. *groans*

For Amaria: You don't see such deadly women that often and they might find her very intirguing, but that's about it. Plus.... I don't know if she would like Miami with the heat and all that.

Gerome: Beautiful badass woman! Sexy!

Axel: *facepalms at Gerome* I suppose I can appreciate a woman who can handle such big weapons like a machete.

Damiano Liberato

For Andrei: He finds him very disgusting with no taste at all and Andrei simply makes Damiano have a horrible taste into his mouth. He cannot stand camo!

Damiano: Isn't it enough I have to stand my creator and her camo army clothing!? Now this man! I cannot believe Richard can be close to this disgusting brute. Ugh.

For Amaria: Very beautiful woman but a shame that she has no style into dressing up. Damiano finds the Kulokova siblings too.... Dirty.

Damiano: A lady shouldn't dress like that. Pants? Seriously... Just no.

Bambi Miller

For Andrei: She thinks he is a pretty cool dude with whom to share drinks and maybe have some knife throwing game. Plus, she thinks she thinks Andrei is pretty badass with his faux hawk. They might have some fun nights with drinking vodka and throwing knife at people.

Bambi: Pretty badass Russian stud. *giggles* only my knife is bigger than his. *winks*

For Amaria: Bambi thinks Amaria is very pretty and she appreciates women who can stand up for themselvs and beat the guys around. Plus her machete is so cool.

Bambi: She is very beautiful... Its true what they say that Russian women are very gorgeous.

Xaviera Lah-Mo

For Andrei: He is her ultimate and only love, so of course she simply adores Andrei. It comes natural. He is her precious and wild Wolf.... And to think that the first day they meet, Xavi wanted to throw his ass into the blizzard outside. Andrei is her soulmate and the only man she has feelings for... And the only man she won't shot with her sniper rifle into his balls.

Xaviera: He is the light of my life, the man that make me be strong with each passing day.... My wild and handsome Wolf..... My beautiful soulmate. My everything.

For Amaria: Being Andrei's sister, Xaviera cares for her and tries to calm Andrei down to think clearly when she is around. Xaviera tries to be the refere between these two without getting between their fights. Both Xavi and Amaria use a sniper rifle and Xavi would love for her sister-in-law and her to have a shooting practice together. Just enjoying some quiet time.

Xaviera: She is a hard person to understand if you don't see through her soul, you need to take your time to understand her because she means well... She is not as bad as one might think. She is just misunderstood like we all were at some point in life.

Akshay Lah-Mo

For Andrei: Andrei is Akshay's best friend and soul brother to say so; they fight, they bicker, they drink, but at the end of the day they are best friends and always there to watch eachothers backs. Akshay might seem that he hates Andrei, but if he really hated him, Andrei wouldn’t be alive.

Akshay: The mutt? Yeah... He is a good man... When he isn't his usual idiot self. *grunts*

For Amaria: Akshay knows she is Andrei's sister and that their sibling relation isn't that good. Akshay hasn't really interacted that much with Amaria but if he has to say his opinion he would say that he is beautiful and misunderstood... And very deadly for such a small woman.

Akshay: It really shows she is the mutts sister... She can maim you and your corpse would just misteriously disappear.

Decebal Avram Chirilă

For Andrei: Decebal has lots of fun with Andrei and they are two knuckleheads and daredevils. Andrei had done so much for Decebal that none has ever done and the Romanian is very gratefull for it, hench his loyality towards the Russian. Decebal didn't expected to get along with Andrei that good but he absolutly adores him... And the moments they fuck.

Decebal: Ohhhh! Vodknockers!? He is like a fun and crazy little brother... He sure has a temper which is funny. Haha *smirks* His libido matches mine and he has a great cock *laughs*

For Amaria: Decebal knows that she is the way she is because of her past and he isn't one to judge or make fun of her believs and such. Everyone can believe in whatever they want. What's the problem with that? Plus, he thinks she is very gorgeous.

Decebal: Oh? That wild woman? She is very beautiful, like hella beautiful that she could put an army of women to shame. *laughs* But seriously now... Just like Xavi said... She is only misunderstood. *soft smile*

Alexander Chirilă

For Andrei: Alexander simply feels very uncomfortable in the same room as Andrei and it doesn't help that the Russian was Alexanders first. Alexander finds it so so frustrating that Andrei has no sense of other peoples personal space, especially his.

Alexander: Oh God.... Not him again. He has no respect, he is an absolut degeranted wanker who doesn't understand the concept of personal space and he frustrates me so so much it makes me so angry. *blushing red face and huffs* But.... I suppose... Like my big brother said... He can be nice... Only I never saw that!

For Amaria: Alexander enjoys that she is quite and she seems to have some concept of other peoples personal space. Plus he is glad she isn't like her big brother... Who acts like a sexual offender. Amaria kind of reminds Alexander of one of the tallest mountains, surrounded by mist... Especially that certain quietness.

Alexander: I suppose she is alright... She seems like a very strong one with a certain specific will... And she is pretty..... B-But not like that! *blushes*

Nadia Nikolina Chirilă

For Andrei: She thinks she is a good man, on certain topics but on other hands.... She views him as a stupid kid with disgusting behaviors and most important.... A coward. If he thinks he is so mighty, why not take someone his own size or bigger, not some small and innocent woman. Andrei is only lucky because of Decebal..... Or else he would have been castrated the moment he meet Nadia. Period.

Nadia: *looks up from her painting* He is a stupid child.... But means well... On certain moments.

For Amaria: Nadia thinks that Amaria is a very intirguing and gorgeous woman, small but with a fierce spirit that will cit through you just like her machete... Nadia appreciates greatly a woman who won't take anyones shit, especially a mans. Amaria reminds Nadia of a pit of big sharp deadly ice icicle, that she saw the first month she moved into Greenland. The pit looked so so beautiful but if you stepped to close you would fall into said pit and a painfull horrible death will follow.

Nadia: Beautiful and Deadly... Such a majestic combination. *paints a womans shadow with mountains into the background*

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PROTECTION

So this is a totally impromptu "story" I just felt like letting out. This is the true relationship between Andrei and Amaria, gorey, bloody but there is love and they both know they will forever have each other... Hope you enjoy🔪💕

He heaves. Torn open so deep you can see the white tips of his ribcage and the flesh hanging off. Blood almost black as it runs so thick and pools beneath the carcass he's housed in, crawling, fighting in the brutal winter. He doesn't know how much further he can go although he sees the house just feet in front of him through the white exhales he pants. Teeth covered in hot crimson, so sharp that even his smile would terrify the best. How much more can he take? The prey was killed but what was he? He was alone and the wounds were too deep for him to fix himself. A tear rolled down his face as the reality sinks in so deep with the waves of pain that would normally fuel him. Not tonight. The unforgiving grey sky darkened as he clinched his fists and let out a frightened howl. He could feel the cold. It was crawling deep within his bones. Eyelids heavy and vision blurry he heard her cry out. Long blonde hair whipped in the wind as she tried to speak with him, pressing his insides back together and her words made him laugh...

"I'm gonna be the only one to kill you Andrei, remember that promise?"

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WHAT THEY COMMAND

KINKTOBER - EXHIBITIONISM (FRIENDS WATCHING) - AMARIA KULOKOVA

Hello friends! It's been a long long time since written for Amaria but I got the idea for this prompt of her God's watching her and kind of went wild with this. Now, yes, Amaria if you don't know is Andrei's little sister but she is probably way more fucked up then him and this fic shows a glance of that. Big warning to announce: she fucks a dead body lol, but I'm glad to write this little fic for her and show of what she does a little. Ps. Reader with male parts... Hope you enjoy🔪💕

MASTERLIST

This is what they wanted.

This is what they begged her to do for their sick amusement.

No one could hear you scream as the machete tore through your chest after the torture; Being chased down by her beasts of dogs through the baron hills of Iceland in the misted night, ending up at the edge of a cliff, that's when there was the cracking a snipper rifle, hitting you in your legs just to keep you at her mercy as she tied your wrists together with thick frayed rope. She was only a woman but her soul was much more as you thought you saw the dark looming horned figures beside her as she stalked forward, licking the sharp canines she presented almost like ones of the wolfdog that held you down by the throat.

She kept saying something about your body being for the gods, how you should be grateful and that this was her hunt, you were the chosen one, this was for them... but that was long ago, before your heart had stopped beating.

They commanded the wild woman like a pawn to do their work, watching over her and your body as she moaned and cried out like a creature from fables; Finding pleasure within your body that she used in the moonlight.

They wanted this.

Riding your cock that was no longer hard from the blood that had stopped circulating within your limp body. This was anything but of the natural world, this was ancient and ritualistic, teeth bared and clawing at your skin, she howled through the heavy mist and fog that rolled in from the ocean storms. Grasping your jaw and watching your lifeless eyes stare into her old black ice blue eyes as she rolled her hips for the final time, spitting your own blood that dripped from her mouth.

"Thank you..." Amaria breathlessly whispered to your corpse, her claws softening and the long dirty blonde hair swayed in the salty breeze making her look like a painting.

Slowly she lifted up, standing in her small but powerful frame, naked and free amongst the figures that she saw around her. Some had horns, others had the tongues of snakes and some were more animal in stature than any man, but she was home with them. A pawn for their work, whatever their mission was she would accomplish.

"Thank you for this hunt you have provided me..." She spoke in the silent night, getting on her knees upon the damp grass, holding out her hands as if they would give her the communion bread or maybe money for her work but the pleasure was enough for her.

Amaria tilted her head to the side, then nodded as they gave the order and vanished into the fog that slowly lifted. Getting up from her place, her dogs walked beside her, protecting the woman as the spirits left. Tugging on the ropes to pull your body to the rocky cliff face, she stood for a moment, breathing in the fresh ocean air, her pale scarred skin tingling and thanking the gods once more before she rolled your body off the cliff and into the crashing waves below. Into the oceans like they wanted, she laid in the grass and began to laugh.

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OC - AMARIA KULOKOVA / DEVANA

Finally drew this badass wild woman! Character info here

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OC: AMARIA KULOKOVA - DEVANA

Nicknames: Mar, Ari, Vana

s/o nicknames for her: Mar, Ari, baby, baby girl 

What she calls her s/o: Baby, babe, beloved, Prince or princess 

Age: 25

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Bi. 

Nationality: half Russian, half Norwegian

Languages: Russian, Norwegian, English, Icelandic

Voice: Soft but with an edge of authority, sing songy almost like a siren  

Occupation: None

Location: Amaria travels and lives like a nomad, but her home bases are Iceland or the Norwegian forests

Hair: Long waist length, dirty blonde, on the cooler side, straight but with a tiny wave 

Eyes: Icy blue, sometimes look white in the reflection of snow on a sunny day. Intense. Sharp. Powerful. When she is killing her pupils are blown wide and a darkness seeps into the blue from the rims almost making them look black. The same eyes as her brother Andrei

Height: 5′3

Body: Small but powerful, do not under estimate her size, she has dragged her brothers 220lbs frame multiple times. She is pretty lean but has a certain rough/wild quality to her. Amaria has a scar on her chin, the exact match of Andrei’s, running alone the understand and moving upward. Her back has a massive scar from her left shoulder to almost the last rib. Amaria has a body that can keep her going for days from a beautiful stamina but with a hardiness that she doesn’t have to eat for days either if she is in a bad situation.     

Clothes: Mainly wears just all black. Black jeans often ripped, usually black or brown hiking boots, a long black rain coat/shell jacket, and often just tight layering clothes to keep her warm and dry. At home she usually settles for just a sweatshirt, jeans and vest.   

Weapons/fight style: Her and her brother have been trained in all sorts of combat and weapons but she always has her modified Dragunov sniper rifle. In close combat situations she will use her black steel machete. 

Preferred Method of Kill: Sniper kill

Motive: Pleasure and for a higher power/gods/deities she looks up to (she is a little crazy)

Smell: Woody, black cardamom, wild figs and bergamot, florals and deep spices (inspo: indigo by nest) 

Dogs: Amaria has 2 dogs. Dyn (means thunderous/powerful in Icelandic) she is a medium content wolfdog, half shepard half wolf. When Amaria was visiting Andrei they did a patrol around his abandoned town and found 2 pups, one was too wild to ever keep, but Dyn formed an extremely deep connection with her. Dyn has been Amaria’s rock, protector and best friend, she also been known to kill for Amaria. Then there is Anatoly (means sunrise in Russian) he is a black shepard mix she found when Amaria was traveling. He was a beaten, malnourished stray and she took him in without a second thought, he reminded Amaria of herself. Once all fixed up, Anatoly is a total goof, he allows Amaria to see the bright side in her dark life and be silly every once and while. He is defiantly her cuddling dog but Anatoly loudly protects her, instead of Dyn which is more of a watchful quiet intimidator.    

BIOGRAPHY //UNDER CONSTRUCTION//

Amaria and her big brother, Andrei, were born in Moscow Russia to mother Eva, of Norway, and father Dimitri Kulokova, of Russia. Very shortly after the birth of Amaria, the family moved to a small town many hours north of Moscow, living on a plot of land that was baron for most months out of the year with the exception of a small woodland area leading into a national protected forest. This land was also only a few kilometers from Dimitri’s brother, Viktor.

Dimitri and Viktor had been through a lot together living under the communist regime of the USSR, surviving on scraps and whatever they could hunt, they had also been forced into the military as young men and served more than 10 years together. Viktor had gone into a special forces unit dealing closely with dictators and international affairs, this brother did not follow him for he found a beautiful wife that melted his cold heart. Viktor was burned by the idea of his brother leaving him and began to realize Dimitri had always gotten everything in life; the looks, the wife, love from both parents, children and money. It was time for Viktor to shine once they moved closed to him. On a hunting trip Viktor killed Dimitri but staged it as falling and breaking his neck. Eva needed support and moved in with Viktor bringing the kids with her, they soon found out he was insane, throwing around conspiracy theories about the government, how people were after him etc. His sick and twisted views of the world forced him to raise Andrei and Amaria like soldiers, training them in combat, guns, knives, traps, land mines and hiding evidence.

Viktor held the family captive and making them love him, Eva was already abused from Dimitri and was even more broken in grief allowing Viktor to brainwash her into loving him. It was an extremely abusive home mentally and physically with Andrei and Eva getting most of the abuse, Andrei seemed to protect his little sister as much as he could but it was too late for dangerous things to seep into her mind. Amaria had picked up on the cruel paranoid feeling hers uncle placed in her head, she would always think people would come for her or the gods were never pleased with her. Quickly Andrei was feeding into sick needs that were made ok by his uncle, and in an extreme fit of rage and praise from Viktor, Andrei stabbed and choked his mother to death only at age 12 as Amaria watched and was held back.

With Viktor raising them from here on out, the extreme brainwashing and corruption began. Setting up test for the siblings in survival and combat, resulting in Amaria and Andrei almost killing each other several times; most noticeable when Amaria took a machete to Andrei’s chest. Since Andrei was much bigger and heavier than her, she learned how to play dirty and quickly realized weak points in an opponent. Also she learned and began to treasure long range hunts, with her sniper rifle because she is so small. 

Her only safe space from the house was the near by woods, she would hide out there for days sometimes, becoming one with nature, this is where she felt at home and were she was safe. Nature was her true solace and its where she could relax. 

When Andrei was 16 and Amaria was 14, Viktor had ended up killing himself in his underground bunker convinced people were coming for him, leave the siblings alone together.

Andrei protected and took care of his sister until she was 17 when they had a fight that almost killed them both. Amaria and Andrei went their separate ways, he went to the army and she became a nomad.

Amaria along her travels around Europe she has done whatever she has needed to to survive, sex work to killing people for money, she has done it all. Amaria had found herself most comfortable in Iceland or the Norwegian forests, staying at cabins and living off the land, it is the most natural way and perfect way to live. She is a very wild ritualistic person. 

Amaria got her uncle’s insane side, like believing that she must please some higher power by killing and giving them bodies, so she will pick almost anyone as prey, whatever the voices in her head tell she needs to pick. Once she has that person in her sights she will secretly stalk them then hide out somewhere, waiting for the perfect time. Usually she hunts hikers and tourists going out into forests and sight seeing. 

In her desire Amaria often maims her victims beyond recognition, covers in moss and branches stringing them up as a display to feed the gods she believes in. If she is in iceland she will just bring them to a cliff and kick them off. 

inspo pic for what she does to bodies:     

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Imagine you are cold, wet, running for your life, panting and begging for either just the end or a chance of survival in the dark night. You've heard the legend of seeing hellhounds before death. A large black dog pads up to you, staring wearily, breathing smoothly. You crawl towards it and it snarls, the dog backs away, afraid of something, but it wasn't you, it was something else. The scent of your blood floods your senses, and your heart beats furiously. Suddenly you hear a woman, you can't see her as she says "I am grateful for this hunt you have provided... this is for you." You let out one last deep wail as the blade of a black machete is forced into your spine. The legend of the hell hound was right, it was her hell hound.

Lol but Anatoly is such a sweet dog in reality, he just looks terrifying

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AMARIA KULOKOVA - OC

"She is the thing that lurks within the forest that society has shamed. The dark parts of the wounds we can't keep. Lurking and molding to the moss beneath her feet. She is not a woman. Not a man. But the horned thing rooted to the ground and yet is the ghost of the overgrown forest."

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AMARIA KULOKOVA/DEVANA MASTERLIST

Updated July 23rd 2022🔪💕

>> CHARACTER INFO SHEET <<

impromptu - hellhound

nsfw alphabet

black sand

her game

what they command

vial natures

protection

ART:

mine -> Orginal

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ENTER IF YOU DARE

Hi I'm Bree! Fellow horror movie enthusiast and gore lover. I got to watch too many horror movies at a young age and now I just want to fuck the big stabby men in those movies. Let's just say growing up on 80s horror movies has made me a little fucked up, but I'm embracing it, as should you. My favorite slashers have to be Jason Voorhees, Michael Myers and Bo Sinclair. I am 23, a blood, hand, mask and knife lover, I was made for these boys... I hope you enjoy my blog and have fun in this fantastic community! 🔪💕

>MASTERLIST<

RULES:

Be nice! I am Canadian and I run this blog like one so being kind and say sorry. I will NOT tolerate any bullying on here what so ever, not to me or others.

This is an anti-trump, anti-racism, anti-fascist blog and a SUPPORTER of LQBTQ+ community, BLM, and acab. If I see any thing going against these rules you will be blocked! And I will become the slasher.

I DO NOT WRITE:

Rape, incest, pedophilia, scat or urine. NO exceptions.

S/O's with disabilities or disorders or illnesses, physical and mental. I do not want to offend or hurt anyone that might have that. If I do not have it myself I don't know what that person might go through on a daily basis.

No slashers as parents or with children, I might write it on my own time but it is not something I'm comfortable with for requests

WHO I WRITE FOR:

Jason Voorhees

Michael Myers

Corey Cunningham

Bo Sinclair

Vincent Sinclair

Lester Sinclair - no nsfw

Any of The Lost Boys - together or separate

The Collector/Asa Emory

Arikin O'Brien

Chromeskull/Jesse Cromeans

Billy and Stu - together or separate

Andrei Kulokova (OC)

Amaria Kulokova/Devana (OC)

Always fill free to ask or message me at anytime, it can be about anything not just horror... enjoy 🔪💕

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ANDREI KULOKOVA HEADCANONS

Clearly I cannot get this man out of my head.. like ever! Honestly I’ve been in a big big writing lull lately and I only want to write for Andrei, so I happy to share these hcs with you!.. hope you enjoy 🔪💕

MASTERLIST

Andrei’s code names in the army were ‘The Wolf’ or 'North’

He has O negative blood type, meaning he is a universal donor. Andrei always (when he is wearing his vest) has IV tubing and needles, just in case.

On that topic, Andrei is very knowledgeable with medical information, he has saved many of his brothers in the army from death. He can save you, but the issue is if he cares to.

Yes he is a very hot bloodied man, but under pressure he is calm and cool, especially with his s/o. Feral rage can turn instantly off if he sees someone he loves really hurt, calmly giving orders and helping you.

Andrei never went to school after his mother died, at age 12. He may not be super educated in math or sciences but this man is smart. Never underestimate him. He can fix a truck, be your handy man around the house, and has amazing people skills.

He is a history buff.. Yup, you heard me. Andrei loves history, specifically war history. After his uncle died he was free to explore more education and he found a deep love in history, learning it all himself through reading, documentaries and listening to people around him. (Me and @horrorslashergirl have a weird AU where he is in college and works in a museum, in a suit with glasses 👀)

Andrei is trained in many things but one I don’t talk about often is bombs and specifically land mines. This guy loves to blow stuff up for fun and has a few land mines in specific places on his land, and abandoned town.

His favorite drinks are a deep earl grey (a Russian blend of course) and Vodka on the rocks.

He loves bath time.. yup a hot bath, even with bubbles he doesn’t care, he loves it.

One of my favorite things about Andrei is when he needs to think or stop his active mind, he goes into his field (usually shirtless) and just stands out there, closes his eyes, enjoying the peace and quiet.

Andrei HATES condescending and controlling people, it brings him back to when he was a kid or in the army. Now that may seem hypocritical but honestly it is not. Degradation is for sexy time and teasing only, and Andrei is only controlling with his playthings but even then he lets them decide and have a good amount of freedom.

Man is a furnace and doesn't feel cold what so ever

He loves action movies, even though he will comment on how unrealistic they are. Also he loves documentaries.

Andrei listens to all kind of music. Mainly rock or metal but he loves Russian new wave and some rap. He also had a HUGE punk phase so that occasionally comes on.

He will do any dare or bet, not even kidding. His army buddies stopped daring him to do stuff because he would just do it. Andrei is a big thrill seeker and will do so much stupid stuff.

He used to have a wolfdog, a brother to Amaria’s wolfdog Dyn. Unfortunately it had too high of a concentration of wolf in it and he had to let it go, but he does still see him every once and a while. He even named him Alexei, meaning “great defender” in Russian. Andrei always leaves one of the outbuildings open for him just incase the weather gets too cold or dangerous. Also he may or may not use him to get rid of bodies, if he sees him wandering around.

Andrei drives a 1995 Range Rover all black with giant snow tires, or his black old Russian truck.

He can ice skate and used to play hockey with his buddies

He is secretly loaded. Yes he has money in his walls and all over the town. Andrei knows what he is worth and his rates aren’t cheap, plus it’s all in cash so there is no paper trail. He is never one to flaunt his wealth, you probably won’t even know until you see him coming home from a mission with a duffle bag of cash, throwing it in under the floor boards.

Andrei had a secret male s/o in the army, it was his first male relationship but they had to hide it from everyone. In a dangerous feral state the wolf had killed him, that was his last undercover mission.

This guy can read people like no tomorrow, every tiny subtle thing you do he notices. Could be the way you bite your cheek if you’re nervous or the way you rub your hands together when excited. He knows.

Also Andrei is very good at manipulation but doesn’t use it often.

He is a terrible sleeper. Andrei wakes at every noise in the house and only gets about 5 hours a night but only 1 hour is actually deep sleep. Sometimes he gets so exhausted that his body gives out and he will sleep for 12 hours fully clothed, in his cargo pants, vest and jacket. However he is much better with an s/o to sleep with, it’s still bad though.

I say this a lot but Andrei has an incredibly active mind, and it’s hard for him to relax or ease up. He uses drinking and smoking as a way to calm down, also just walking into the field for peace.

His favorite food is a nice hardy warm stew with rabbit meat.

Andrei adores just holding his s/o in his arms as on the couch or in bed.

He is honestly kind of paranoid, not so much by himself but if he has a s/o. You can come with him to the nearest town, but never ever draw attention to yourself or him, for your safety. He has people after him.

The wolfs signature is ripping off someone’s jaw or ripping out their spine by gutting them and reaching in.

If you mess with him but he dubs you as not a worthy hunt or not a good kill, you might see a bear trap in your home the next morning.

His tattoo on his left palm 'NO GODS’ is something he got to remind himself that he has control of his life and take his fate into his own hands, not his paranoid controlling uncle. It also holds him accountable for his actions, there are no gods to blame, he did it. The tattoo connects to Amaria as well. She is a lil crazy and does kills for 'the gods’, but Andrei sees that as foolish, he does his kills for himself, nothing else.

The 'grateful for the hunt’ thing I often write in Andrei’s stories is what his uncle would always say to him, with people or animals. It’s burned into his brain and it will never leave him. The words remind him to breathe and take in every deadly detail, that Andrei loves so so much.

Alright time to get.. a little odd lol… me and some friends have an interesting thing going where Andrei has a 'wolf pack’.. Dallas (@slashersins oc) is his husband, not legally, but Dallas wears a wolf ring for him. Xaviera (@horrorslashergirl oc) is Andrei’s soul mate and girlfriend. Xaviera’s cousin Akshay is Andrei’s best friend, they fight constantly but have so so much fun.. plus they fuck when they’re drunk lol. I am Akshay’s 'snow queen’ aka girlfriend. Andrei also has 2 'playthings’ Bianca (@horrorslashergirl) and Sights (@thesightstoshowyou)… the house is too full and Andrei may or may not regret having all these people lol.

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Hello new people!!

So I have noticed in the two week or so I have gained about 40 new followers and I love to see it! Welcome! This is just a little conclusion of my blog and I hope you enjoy 🔪💕 (Also Requests are open)

Here is my RULES and INTRODUCTIONS

This is my MASTERLIST

and here is WHO I WRTIE FOR:

Jason Voorhees

Michael Myers

Bo Sinclair

Vincent Sinclair

Lester Sinclair - no nsfw

Any of The Lost Boys - together or separate

The Collector/Asa Emory

Arikin O'Brien

Chromeskull/Jesse Cromeans

Billy and Stu - together or separate

Andrei Kulokova (OC)

Amaria Kulokova/Devana (OC)

Let’s talk about my OC’s aka Original Characters: Andrei and Amaria Kulokova. They are brother and sister that don’t exactly get along and aren’t often ever together. Andrei is an ex-solider turned mercenary, a very cold man with a desire for blood, he will chase you down just for fun then lock you in his basement. There is Amaria, she is almost an ancient forest creature that is terrifying yet beautiful, if the gods she believes in don’t like you, then goodluck escaping her and her 2 dogs. 

Andrei’s character sheet + design one and two

Amaria’s character sheet + design   

#Just a sum for you guys! #thank you all so so much #welcome!

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DIFFERENT PREDATORS - chapter 1

INCLUDES ANDREI KULOKOVA x XAVIERA LAH-MO

I am utterly obsessed with my oc Andrei and he just might have finally met his match after 27 years of a brutal life lived. Once I saw @horrorslashergirl oc Xaviera I knew she was going to be Andrei’s perfect battle, a clashing of a wolf and snow leopard waiting to become something more... thank you for all the Andrei support!! Hope you enjoy this paring as much as I do 🔪💕

Chapter 1 from Xaviera’s perspective linked HERE

MASTERLIST

The wolf was on the hunt again. Leading him far away from his motherland and into the Himalayas, a place unfamiliar to him. In dense woods on a mountain side, he hunted, waiting for the prey to come into the large clearing, ice blue eyes were sharp and focused, breathing slow and squeezing his rifle, patients fading. 

The customer didn’t give a reason for the wolf to kill, but he didn’t need it. Just to see the blood ooze from the wounds under the broken bones, the smell of his gunpowder to the copper of the crimson liquid coating his hands as he squeezed, feeling the life drain away between his fingers, and the look, oh the look of prey when he would meet their eyes for one last time before they were gone underneath him. That was enough for the wolf. It was always more than enough. 

The prey followed the trail into the clearing as he knew they would. The snow creaked beneath his boots as he took his spot. Removing the cigarette from his mouth, letting it melt in the snow as he pulled up his half face mask, some sort of wolf and human combination of white teeth displayed on the black background; Becoming the full ruthless wolf he was trained to be, his uncle’s voice in his head “Take the shot”. With a large inhale his grip tightened on the metal in his hands, bearing his canines under the mask as the hair seemed to stand on the back of his neck, beckoning the hunter to survey his environment, watch for other predators lurking within the tress, but the desire for blood was too strong. He was lost in it.

Breathe... Wound the prey... Be grateful for the hunt... And enjoy the thrash of the body beneath you... Breathe

In a deep exhale the wolf took the shot, wounding a man in the knee forcing him down, trailing his blood. Wanting to bask in the odor of the gunpowder and the cracking of the guns release, it was cut short. Another shot rang out from the mountain side and reverberating off the trees of the forest. The wolf perked up with keen trained ears as he ran through the dense snow in protection. Two more cracks of the gun in the winter air sounded, helping him locate the position of the other hunter, higher on the mountain side. 

The gunshots were like home. Ones he knew well. Ones he grew up around. They were from a sniper rifle. 

Could she have found me? It’s been so long... Why now?... Why here?... Amaria...      

Turning his lips into a snarl seeing his prey gone to waste. The wolf moved within the forest quietly and rapidly, chasing his new challenge. Seeing the movement from where the shots had been taken, someone climbing down the ridge, a small prey indeed. He waited in the forest, among the trees. This was a chase he desired too much for guns to get in the way, he needed to feel the pulse beneath his skilled fingers. 

As the prey came closer the wolf saw a woman. Small, blonde with rosy cheeks from the bitter cold wind. “Amaria.” He ripped off his mask, hooking it along his holster. Taking a few steps foreword, huffing and licking his canines she turned to face the beast, icy blue eyes challenging and yet holding him captured within the gaze for a moment. 

This was not his sister, but a different predator. His instincts took over, desire and lust formed a pit in his stomach, as he started the chase. A wolf chasing a rabbit. Fingers twitching at the thrill of potential, claws and teeth bared. 

She was so small... So breakable... One to take home

The prey ran straight back up the ridge, a hard angle for anyone to accomplish but she was fast and agile, perhaps he got the animal wrong; she was more like a snow leopard in these mountains, she was at home here. However, this only added more fuel to the fire of the wolfs heart, wanting to conquer and devour any one that dare challenge him. The little one lost speed and fast as he stalked her. 

Only a few feet away she challenged him again, stopping and turning to the wolf, maybe trying to bargain or pled like he loved the prey to do; but there was something more to her, making him for once, a little unsure of himself. The woman grabbed something from her jacket and spoke confidently “One more step and you’re dead. I don’t suppose you would want a dose of Russell’s Viper venom into your bloodstream. Even if you survive the venom, the effects are life-long term.”   

The man huffed at her arrogance. She didn’t know his past, his training. The wolf moved swiftly and precisely, dodging her darts with ease and grabbing her small wrists in his massive left inked palm. Pinning her against an old pine tree, she tried to struggle against him but the little thing was helpless under the wolf who towered her. She looked up at him through her thick lashes, doe eyes making him want to devour her whole where she stands. Hissing and snarling like a little kitten trying to threaten a wolf, he smirked, canines on display as he moved to stroke her cold soft cheek.   

“Easy little mouse, easy...” Andrei spoke deeply, enjoying this one a bit too much. However the prey’s eyes changed, now wide and scared. Looking up there was a wall of snow coming fast, crushing trees and anything in it’s path. Andrei pushed away trying to claw at something until the snow hit him like a freight train, tossing his large frame like a doll into trees and knocking out the solider.  

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Blinking slowly, Andrei opened his ice blue eyes, groaning at the soft light and the pain shooting through his body. Running his hand through his light brown hair he remembered the hunt, the avalanche, the prey. His adrenaline sparked again, army training engraved in his brain over riding any pain. The wolf needed to find out where he was, who saved him, if he was safe. 

Looking around he was in a cottage, warm light coming from the ceiling light. Snow was failing outside and the wind howled at the windows drafting through the old wood. The wolf was in a bed, bandaged and shirtless, weapons removed.

Eyes whipped to the door that opened in front of him, the girl walked in holding a cup of tea, white long hair flowing as she walked. The prey from before, on the mountain side. She was gorgeous and even smaller without the large winter coat weighing her down, it sparked a sense of warmth in his heart but the coldness persisted.

“Why did you save me?” he roughly questioned. The wolf did not care for who she was, he just needed to know why she helped him. What was she after.

“Would you have preferred I let you die under the ice-cold snow and bleed to death?” An American accent no doubt. She was somehow unfazed by him, most people would stare in fear at the shear size of the wolf, and cower when his canines were on display. She did not. It lit some sort of fire within Andrei, so small with no fear. Arrogance or strength, he did not know yet.

“That still doesn’t answer my question.” he grumbled and she raised an eyebrow at him, her icy blue eyes matching his own predatory gaze. 

“Are you a poacher?” she asked with her arms crossed over her chest, trying to intimidate the wounded beast laying in bed. The question made him pull his crooked smirk as he rested against the headboard of the bed. 

“A poacher of sorts…you can say dat.” yeah, killing people for money was sort of like poaching. She spoke quickly back not giving him a chance to remember some of his best hunts.  

“If you touch any animal I’m gonna skin your scalp off.” she told him, with no hesitation in her voice, making him raise his scarred brow. Shaking his head a little he grabbed the hot tea from the nightstand; it was shockingly his favorite kind, a deep earl grey; not the Russian blend of course but it was good nonetheless. 

“My hunting is different, little one….Humans are the real monsters. I think that we can agree.” Andrei explained gruffly knowing his past, then sipping the tea.  

“Food is almost ready. I will bring the tray upstairs, since your ankle is twisted I don’t want you stumbling down the stairs and twist your neck too.” And with that she left the room, confidentially and beautifully, like a winter cat truly at home here.

This one was different, a new predator he had never come across before. Much like his sister but softer, and with a different edge incasing her. Fishing in the pockets he found his cigarettes and lighter, pulling them out and lighting one up. Taking a long drag he looked at the snow falling, trapping the wolf inside. 

Sighing Andrei thought ‘What have you just got yourself into wolf’               

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DIFFERENT PREADTORS - chapter six

INCLUDES ANDREI KULOKOVA x XAVIERA LAH-MO

After the storm there is a calm, then a storm again, the a calm, that is just life with Andrei. This is a fun, wholesome chapter for the most part, just two people becoming closer before their separation... The end is coming and I am going to cry lol. I hope you guys are genuinely loving this story because I know I am. Make sure to read part one, two, three, four, and five.

Go read @horrorslashergirl​ oc Xaviera’s perspective linked HERE

MASTERLIST 

Andrei’s eyes were clear again, he had no coating of lust or blood desire or sick intentions, the wolf was at bay for tonight and he could relax again. Focusing his attention on the beautiful woman in front of him, he knew he should return her caring favor after what she had been through from him and the man from the truck.

“It feels so good.” she whispered, opening her eyes to meet his now calm blues.

“Good baby girl.” Andrei replied, looking over her bruises with a trained eye. Stripping of his bloody coat and black long sleeve, he groaned at the warm steam hitting his tense muscles, then put his still bloody hand in the warm water turning it slightly pink. He moved his hand scooping water and gently washing off Xaviera’s skin from any of her blood or the man’s blood that Andrei was caked in.

“You’re so beautiful” he commented running his hands along her now permanently marked skin. She was his. Forever.

“Thank you for saving me.” she whispered, leaning into his gentle touch, shivering when he touched the bitemarks. 

Running his fingers along the cut on her temple his rage burned quietly, the only time he had ever protected someone so strongly was with his sister, Amaria, but even then it was different. A rage he had never felt. Andrei would never let anyone touch her as long as he was around.

Grabbing the wash cloth he dapped her temple making sure all old blood was removed and no infection could start. It was a deep primal urge to help, protect and an unfamiliar feeling, to love her. Xaviera accepted him for the man and the beast, caring for him and letting herself submit, which was probably a tough feet for the feisty little kitten.

Leaning in he kissed her softly and slowly, he didn’t want to devour her for once, he just wanted a soft intimacy for the first time in his life. Pulling away he rested his forehead on hers “you’re mine… no one will ever hurt you when I’m around.”

Xaviera’s lips pulled into a genuine smile, for the first time in years feeling connected with a human being, although he could easily rip someone’s throat out like a wolf if he so desired.

“I know… And I am very grateful for it….” she whispered against his lips, enjoying the intimacy that was so high on a spiritual level. “I love you…” Xaviera spoke, her eyes widening at her own confession.

Andrei’s heart stopped at her words. No one had ever told him that before other than his mother but she had been gone for a long, long time. His breathing stopped and he found himself shocked for the first time in his life, then denial kicked it. No one could love him. He was a dangerous beast. Unlovable. She probably had a concussion, but he didn’t want her to feel embarrassed or hurt so Andrei just kissed her again rougher and leaving her breathless. His soul knew the truth and it spoke for its self in the kiss and the way his fingers moved along her skin. He loved her too but he could never say it.

Pulling away he stood up, removing the plug from the bath and grabbing both of her hands, pulling her up on wobbly legs he dried her with a fluffy towel, scooping her up again and placing her in bed.

“You need to rest kitten… I will grab you some water”

Going back into the bathroom he ran the cold water, splashing it on his face, cleaning the blood and trying to wake himself up from this. It must’ve been a dream. No one could love him. No one.

“Fuck” he whispered, slamming his fist on the counter. He knew he loved her too but it was too painful to admit it, plus he was leaving in a day anyway.

Inhaling deeply he filled her glass and walked into the bedroom again. “Here.. you had a long day” Andrei spoke gruffly, trying to hide any soft emotions from her.

Removing his boots and cargo pants something slipped from the pocket. It was his wolf tooth necklace. Andrei never wore it but he always kept it on him, his sister said it was for good luck and it would protect him. Leaning down he grabbed it and made his way over to his side of the bed, pulling Xaviera close to him instinctively.

“I- I want you to have this…” he showed her the necklace, running a thick thumb along it in comfort “they said it was for protection and good luck” placing it in her small hands he continued “.. I’m already the luckiest man and you need protection more than I do.. so.. here.” His cockiness couldn’t help but come through, it was just Andrei.

“Thank you, Wolfy.” she whispered, her hands cupping his cheeks and pressing her lips softly against his, her thumbs stroking his skin.

Her words lit him up in beastly ways and human ways. The first woman that could do both flawlessly. “Anytime baby girl.” He grinned taking in the sick memory of ripping the man’s spine out and leaving the body alone in the snow.

Her hands felt so right on him and his scars. The wolf was turning into her lap dog as he kissed her back strongly, pushing his tounge through her soft lips “Thank you for everything.” she murmured into the kiss, only for him to pull away.  

“Your such a sap.” He laughed trying to lighten the mood as he ways did.

Xaviera rolled her blue eyes at his words, a pink tint to her cheeks from his teasing.

“Ohhh bite me…Will you?” she sassed, looking into his eyes with playfulness.

He managed to unlock a feline-like playful side on her and he was the only one who will see this part of her. She pressed her lips on the tip of his nose, then gave him a cheeky smile.

“Don’t temp me again little one” He smiled but pressed his thumb gently on her permanent bite mark just to remind her that he would in fact do it again.

Softly his eyes changed looking at the black eye that was forming on her skin, running his thick thumb along it. Andrei wanted to apologize for someone even laying a hand on her but he stopped and just kissed he lips again. “You must rest.”

Xaviera huffed but rested her head on the pillow, yawning and moving closer to his hard body.  “Mhmm… I really need it… You kind of sucked the energy out of me.” she whispered, resting her forehead on Andrei’s chest.  

He gave a slightly laugh as he held her close, once again his hand found its way to her grizzly scars and rubbed them gently. Andrei knew he was a lot especially with his rough side sometimes, but she seemed to love it all and that he was grateful for.

“Goodnight Xaviera” Andrei whispered into her white hair, again she name was so sweet on his dangerous tounge. Closing his eyes and stroking her hair, he was at peace again, a miracle that it was the second night in a row.

Xaviera closed her eyes and basked into his gentle touches. “Goodnight, Andrei.” she whispered in a soft sleepy voice, His name on her lips was addicting, a foreign drug he needed time and time again. Xaviera rested one hand on his chest, where his heart was, just feeling his heartbeat as she fell asleep. Such a beautiful animalistic way of comfort, she appreciated him just for his beating heart and it made him grateful, Andrei closed his eyes allowing himself to relax.

“Mine…” she murmured in her sleep.

Opening his icy blue eyes he looked down, she was fast asleep within his arms. Andrei grinned at this, such a cute little primal thing he held carefully. Shifting himself a little he closed his eyes again “I lov-” the words caught in his throat like a knife and he just sighed. Maybe another time. Sleep consumed the beast once more, no haunting thoughts or feeling woke him up. He was at peace.

A night of tranquility.

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The morning sun peaked through the pine trees and into the bedroom, the birds sang and trees swayed in the light breeze. Andrei opened his eyes softly, turning his head quickly to make sure Xaviera was still next to him, her skin glowed beautiful in the morning light and she clutched the wolf tooth necklace between her fingers.

A small smile crept on his lips and he watched her soft breathes, he didn’t want to leave her, she was perfect. Groaning he rolled over, getting up to grab some hot tea, a pleasant pleasure he loved to indulge in. One last look over the cottage he went upstairs, quietly placing her mug on her nightstand and making his way back into bed. Xaviera’s words from last still ringing in his head over and over he gently traced with his fingers then his lips over her bruises. His bruises.

She woke up with a small little yawn and stretch, meeting his gaze with her sleepy one. “Morning, Wolfy.” Xaviera murmured hugging her pillow to her body.

“Mornin’.” his voice was still rough and harsh from just waking up.

“Slept well?” she asked, looking up at him curiously, then moving to take the cup of tea from her nightstand, taking a sip and humming at the taste.

“Best sleep I’ve had in while” taking a sip himself his large free hand moved to her thigh “how about you myshka?”

She hummed at his question, taking another sip of tea. “I slept like a baby… Never felt so fresh.” she answered, setting her mug on the nightstand, then looked at the wolf tooth in her hand. “Will you?” she asked him, pulling her hair up for him, exposing her neck, covered in bite marks, for him to put the necklace on. 

Eyeing up her neck he grinned taking the necklace in hand, not in a million years would he think that the wolf would be caught dead clasping a silly necklace on a girl’s neck, but his heart filled with pride at her dawning his affection.

“Thank you… Now I have two necklaces. Both from you.” she spoke, motioning to her collar of bitemarks, one much bigger than the rest.

As he clasped the necklace Andrei kissed her neck as he closed it whispering against her bruises “y’know… I don't have to leave for the next day or so.. maybe we can have some fun together.”

“Mmmm…. Well, me neither. My job here is done and I don’t have anywhere pressing to be… What do you have in mind?” she asked, one of her small hands stroking his knuckles.

“Well… little one, I have some ideas.” the wolf growled, pulling her head back into a kiss as his hands went down her torso and teasingly getting closer to her heat. Xaviera kissed back, her tongue running over his, then she pulled away only for her teeth to gently tug on his bottom lip then sucking it innocently, finishing with a small kiss.

“Mind telling me? This kitten is very curious.” she cheekily whispered, her blue eyes shining mischievously.

She was starting to play with him as much as he did to her, but Andrei was much more experienced with toying. Dipping his fingers down in between her folds rubbing and circling, “breakfast” he smiled again her neck bringing his fingers up and tasting them, silently laughing at his own teasing and her reaction. Andrei got up, putting on his cargo pants leaving himself shirtless and walking down stairs.

“That’s just cruel!” she yelled after him, as he made it down the stairs. Andrei laughed, something that was rare for him but in the last 2 days he had been doing it often. She was feisty and he loved it. 

Looking in the fridge he pulled out some eggs and bacon and a pan he started to cook, his icy blues went to look at Xaviera when she was groaning and stretching. Something fueling him inside again. “Stiff baby girl?”

“A little bit. It’s been some full days… And I haven’t done any yoga in two weeks.” she replied. She sat down on her front, arching her back, getting into the cobra position, sighing as she felt her back pop, closing her eyes as the tension left her body little by little. Next, she supported herself on her forearms, letting the rest of her body go forward, doing an upward-facing two-foot staff pose.

“It helps relax and relieve a lot of tension.” she explained, bringing her feet closer until they were inches from her hands, her body forming an O form.

Andrei’s eyes went wide at her position, he couldn’t stop himself from turning completely around towards her, abandoning the cooking.

“That… that helps you relax?” He just started, his head running with sexual thoughts and shock “It looks like it fucking hurts..” he started to stalk towards he vulnerable position, admiring the way her body curved strong and delicately, running a finger along the curve of her body “I don't think I’ve stretched probably since I wa-” Andrei wanted to continue but smelt the burning bacon “Shit” he turned and ran back to the stove “motherfucker”

She couldn’t help but laugh at this, getting into the lotus position.

“Doesn’t hurt at all when you’ve done it for years… Felines are very flexible, Wolfy.” she answered his question with a wink, feeling herself be more confident, also very amused.

Turning off the stove and throwing out the breakfast gone to waste. His brow raised at the idea of so much flexibility being under his hands, he swallowed harshly controlling himself. “Well little kitty if you keep that up, you’re not going be able to even walk tomorrow.” He winked back then checked the fridge again, slamming it closed. “Welp, want some cereal?” He asked smirking.

She raised an eyebrow, an amused smile on her face. “How about you let me do the cooking. I don’t wanna see your hair on fire.” she said, ruffling his faux hawk hair. “How does pancakes sound? Or…. you want something specific?” she asked him.

Andrei pulled away slightly as she ruffled his light brown hair and looked down at her tugging at her hip he pulled her close and raised his brow “how about a feisty little American girl served on a plate?” He grinned licking one of his canines

Xaviera couldn’t help the laugh escaping her; a genuine one, amused by the Russian’s sexual humor. “You are such a horny dog.” she said with an amused smile. “Alright, so pancakes it is then…” she replied, starting to prepare the new breakfast.

Andrei moved his hands up in the air in a surrendered way, stepping back, only to smack her ass as she turned around and he walked around the kitchen island, putting space between them. The white-haired woman squeaked, almost dropping the batter for pancakes on the floor. She glared over her shoulder at him but decided to leave it at that if they actually wanted to eat something.

Xaviera started to cook, remembering how she missed her grandmother’s cooking. She learned to cook from her. After half an hour, she set the plates of pancakes on the table.

“Would you like any topping with them?” she asked the Russian.

“Let’s see” Getting up, Andrei went to the fridge finding some butter and strawberry jam, Xaviera just looked up at him and the ingredients in hand “let me show you something” moving to pancakes he took a knife cutting in down the middle “American pancakes are always too thick” he scoffed then took the thin pancake slicing it halfway down the middle and spreading the butter and jam on “this is Belini.. Russian traditional pancakes.. they are much thinner” he continued to show her as he folded it in half then half again “.. and now you can eat it with your hand” he grinned taking a bite

Xaviera had listened intently and did the same with her pancakes as Andrei did. “Like this?” she asked.

Andrei watched her carefully as she held the knife following his instructions, but she made a scary little flick upwards with the knife that made his eye focus hard “..Just- wait.” Coming beside her he skillfully grabbed the knife cutting the pancake for her “you were doing fine, just you’re not skilled with knives, I don't want you hurting yourself” Andrei grinned and let her finish. “Perfect myshka… now grab some vodka and you’re a true Russian” he joked take a bite of his food, memories coming back to him of his childhood

At that joke, she couldn’t help but chuckle. He was the only one who could make her laugh so easily.

“I think I had vodka one time… In college? I am not much of a drinker, to be honest… Maybe on certain occasions?” she told him with a shy smile.

Nodding he stared “Its not a liquor for everyone, its a strong one but it helps me relax when I’m home… shuts off my brain for a while.” Andrei told her then remembered some of his stupid drunken moments with his buddies but now it was just mostly him drinking alone just forcing his brain to turn off his active mind.

“I’m not very good at holding my alcohol… Plus I hate my drunken self… So yes. I stay sober.” she replied.

“What are you, an angry little drunk?” he asked with a soft laugh, taking another bite of his food.

Xaviera bites her lower lip, her face blushing furiously “I wish…” she whispered, avoiding his gaze.

Andrei stopped and squinted his eyes a little in thought “ok… let’s see” he got up and started to walk towards her, circling her like a predator ready to rip her throat out “so not an angry drunk and I don't think you’re a sad one just by what you’ve shown me so far… so maybe…” he was right behind her now, a towering figure “maybe with all your years of sexual frustration and that little blush i seemed to pull” Andrei leaned in, down to her neck for the kill “.. maybe you’re an overly sexual drunk” he smirked teasing his lips on her neck. 

She moaned lowly in her throat.

“W-What makes you….. S-So sure of it?” she asked, voice shuttering. The wolf moved his hands slowly to her thighs, moving upwards and underneath her shirt. 

“well baby girl.. ” He kissed her watching her come undone so easily at his touch “all those years of not getting any cant be good to hold in..” Andrei crept his large hands up, roaming her body as if it were new to him “and by the fact you took me like such a good little girl without any complaints,” he growled lowly next to her ear while one hand tweaked her nipple, pulling a soft mewl from her and he grinned wickedly “well.. that just tells me everything” Removing his hands quickly he walked back over to his chair watching her flustered appearance with sharp eyes “see.. look at ya”

She looked at him with a flustered red face, dumbfounded at what just happened. “You’re the most infuriating man I ever meet!” she snapped, Andrei broke into a full on laugh, something that was a rare sight, he hadn’t smiled and laughed this much in the last few days than any other time in his life. 

“I’ve heard that one before” sipping his tea he watched her turn away “.. you’re so cute when you’re flustered” getting up he made his way over to the fire place, putting some logs in and starting it up and also lighting his cigarette with the flames, and bringing himself to sit on the couch watching the snow start to gently fall. Turning his head to the woman still in the kitchen, washing the dishes, he spoke again “come here kitten”

Wiping her wet hands off, she walked over to him. “What’s the matter?” she asked with curiosity.

He just sat, watching the sway for her hips and swallowing his pride at the question “nothing… just want you” Andrei spoke motioning to his lap while taking a long drag of his cigarette. She was breaking him.

Slowly, she walked over until she was in front of him, standing there awkwardly for a few seconds, then she reluctantly put each of her knees on each side of him, getting onto his lap and looking at his naked broad chest.

She was so cute when she was unsure, so innocent and he was out to destroy her innocence one touch at a time. Hooking two fingers under you chin Andrei made her look up at him. Taking a drag from his cigarette and blowing the smoke in her face, something he thought was like affection. Capturing her in a kiss his one hand went down to support her hip while the other put the cigarette out in the ash tray and moved to her white soft hair, deepening the kiss. Andrei had never wanted someone so badly in his life, needed her for just affection, a foreign concept

Xaviera shivered as he touched her, he always managed to make her putty in his arms. She melted into the kiss, kissing back slowly, running her tongue over his bottom lip, while her hands played with his faux hawk, loving the feeling, like the fur of a wolf. “I love your hair.” she whispered against his lips.

Pulling away slightly he leaned his head back a little exposing the underside of his jaw casually and cocked a brow. It was a comment he had never received before. “You.. you like my hair?” He questioned ready to laugh, to him hair was just hair, it was nothing special.

Xaviera runs her fingers through his hair, humming at his question.  “Mhmm.. It’s wild like you…but also has a certain softness if you pay close attention.” she whispered as she leaves butterfly kisses down his throat, so gentle like he was made of glass.

Andrei’s eyes went icy and his smirk faded at the word “softness”. The wolf is not soft. Andrei is not soft. Sure he liked to care for some people here and there but soft is not a word he likes. His neck and jaw tensed and he knew she could feel it. With a swift motion his hand clamped around her jaw making her look up at his cold eyes in a warning. “And be reminded that I am wild myshka..” Andrei moves his face in close snarling “and I can take whatever I want from you, when I want it.” He growled and moved to her neck, hold her jaw upwards as he licked her bruises skillfully

Xaviera’s eyes widened at his words. She couldn’t help but mewl at his words, her eyes closing as he licked her bruised neck. “I-I’m sorry….” she whimpered.

“Good little girl” he growls, pulling away. Running his hands softly through her hair, pulling a few strands away. She was right. He was soft with her. Kissing her lips he moves along her jaw and towards her ear “I like yours too.” He smiles nibbling on her ear lobe. It made her sigh in pleasure, her hands running down his chest.

“A-Andrei….” she breathed out, feeling so vulnerable she tensed in the wolfs large arms. Andrei stopped for a moment, feeling her tense a little under his touch. His jokes were supposed to be funny not make her stiffen up, but he knew this was going to be a hard end for both of them. 

Instinctively he held her close for a moment then spoke. “I have an idea… what about a game?”

“A game? What kind of game?” she asked, a little confused.

“Well the other night when I was looking around the cottage they have some games on the shelf..” he kissed her forehead then lifted her off him as Andrei stood himself and walked towards the shelf “I figured everyone knows Jenga and in army I played it a lot when we were sitting around…” 

“I know the game.” her eyes lit up as she told him, getting comfortable on the couch.

Grabbing it down he placed it on the table “got any interesting bets?” He raised his scarred brow.

“Suuuuuure. What bet are you thinking about?” she asked with a raised eyebrow.

Sitting on the armchair across from the couch eyeing up Xaviera like a feast “So.. you know me, I love a challenge so how about strip Jenga?” He gave his wolfish grin “and I’m shirtless and you’re pantsless so this can be fun”

The white-haired woman blushed at his proposition, “Seems fair I am on.” she told him, flashing a cheeky smile, making him chuckle.

Andrei gives a soft chuckle “alright… you know the rules… claim your block and if you pull it out without the tower falling you’re safe but if you can’t pull out the one you wanted then you lose something alright kitten?” Setting up the blocks he flashes his eyes glimmering with competition “ladies first”

“What a gentleman.” she mused, her eyes looking over the tower, inspecting it like a snake inspects a mouse, calculating in her head all the possibilities, until she settled for one in the middle of the tower, her tiny fingers clasping it and slowly pulling the block out.

“Your turn, Wolfy.” she says with amusement.

“If you didn’t know I’m a bit of a risk taker” he speaks with confidence eyeing up the bottom row like a jackass, pulling away the bottom left block and placing it at the top “be careful myshka”

Xaviera’s eyes were on him, the corner of her lip pulled up.

“I figured that one out from the first day I meet you, Wolfy.” she whispered, her gaze moving to the tower, choosing a piece from the top, being careful, her eyes switching from it to the bottom of the tower, making sure it wasn’t off-balance. She sighed as she managed to get this one too.

“You said something?” she asked with a little smug smile, trying to stop herself from giggling.

“Don’t be so smug yet darling… we are not done” his eyes are alive with the thrill of the game, losing himself a little he pulls the right block from the bottom row, hitching his breath as the tower swayed but it stood tall, he was safe. “Wanna give up?”

Xaviera bites her bottom lip. “Not one bit.” she said, her eyes scanning the tower, from left to the right, wondering what her next move should be. She chose one in the middle again, her teeth clamping on her bottom lip with every inch that she pulled out, the tower swaying a little. “Come on.” she whispered, managing to get the last inch out, a big smile on her face. “Don’t underestimate little ol’ me.” she said in an innocent voice, seeing him twitch in anticipation, eyes dark and competitive.

He needed to think of something else.. distraction.

“Alright, I see you…. ok I'm going for the 3rd row middle block” he claims knowing he wouldn't be able to pull it off. Andrei pulls and wiggles but its strong he can’t do it with out the tower falling “son of bitch… guess I have to remove something” He stands undoing his belt and pants leaving him just in his boxer briefs, dog tags and socks. “You’re turn baby girl” Andrei smirks catching her looking over him

Her eyes drift back to his face and she huffed, knowing she was blushing. “Aaaaalright, smart guy.” she mused, trying one from the upper row only not managing to get it out. She groaned.

“Fine…. One goes off from me too.” she said, getting her shirt off, not wearing a bra, her breasts were on display, the wolf tooth he gave her hanging between her breasts.

Fuck, she knew his weaknesses, she knew what the wolf wanted. He pulled his head down quickly not wanting to get too much of an eye full before losing himself. “Ugh ok…” he breathed slowly “here we go” he prayed on his skilled fingers to help him through Andrei went for the second top row pulling out the right block, watching the tower swayed a little, but he was safe, for now

Xaviera went for a middle top one, but it got stuck and when she tried to force it, she noticed the tower swaying, so she stopped. Her eyes moved up to him and she huffed. The last piece goes off. Her hands pulled on the waistband of her panties, his icy eyes followed all her movements, her teasingly slow pace was driving him mad, then throwing them in his face, it was over. 

The wolf growled throwing them back at her “Who knew you were such a dirty player” Andrei snarled, “but I’m still going to win” he said hopefully but he started to feel the burning desire in his core. He had to get this over quickly, Andrei never had the best self control.

His fingers twitching now he breathed slowly he went for the same exact block as Xaviera had just went for and he managed to pull it out slowly and carefully, holding his breath “FUCK yes!” Andrei yelled, losing himself in the game “what are you gonna do now baby girl?” making Xaviera chuckle at his enthusiasm.

She examined the tower, going for a top one, a little to the left, trying to balance the tower a little. She took her time, slowly pulling it out and she sighed, relieved. Looking up at him, she gave an innocent smile. “Your turn, all-mighty.” she said with a wink, her playful side coming out more and more.

His cockiness was getting the better of him and in a desperate stupid move Andrei pulled from the second row on the right a little too fast and his breath hitched as the tower wobbled and ended up tumbling down to the table “motherfucker!!” He yelled kicking the coffee table to have it loudly scrap against the hard wood.

“Looks like I am the big champion.” she said with a chuckle.

Andrei scoffed “of what? A stupid game?” He stood up putting his pants on and walking over to the kitchen, looking for some alcohol. He hated to lose anything, but also maybe it was his anger that they would part ways tomorrow bubbling up inside him.

Xaviera rolled her eyes at his childish attitude, getting herself dressed as well. “You cannot always win. Sometimes you lose.” she replied back, crossing her arms over her chest, only for Andrei to flip her off.

Turning around Andrei continues looking through the cupboards, finding a bottle of Himalayan whisky reserve. Not an alcohol he had tried before, cracking it open he takes a sip from the bottle with a hiss at the burn.

“Ugh, fuck… this is terrible.” But he pours himself a glass desperately trying to stop his active mind from the thoughts of leaving her tomorrow, but plays it cool and just walks to the couch swirling the unfamiliar liquid in the glass.

Xaviera raised an eyebrow at him, shaking her head as he started to drink. “Drinking your defeat down?” she asked. 

Andrei harshly glared at her, the fur beginning to rise and claws sharpening, but he didn’t want to, it was his defense mechanism to be cold, the wolf kept him alive this long “You know you got a pretty smart mouth on ya.. if you don't stop I'm going end up putting it work” he spat. 

“Uhhhh…. I’m scared.” she said, and that’s all that was needed for the Russian to lose his patience. He sat his glass of alcohol on the table in front of the couch, then in a flash, his hand fisted her long snow-white hair, her knees meeting the hardwood floor, looking up at the wolf with wide eyes, in front of him between his legs.

“W-What are you doing?” the prey gasped as his free hand started to unbuckle the belt of his cargo pants, the sound of the zipper being tugged down followed. Flashing her a dark wicked smile with teeth bared the wolf pulled out his hard length. 

“Since you wanna act like a fucking brat, I’m gonna treat you like one.” he answered, hand wrapping around the veiny length, he tugged her head closer, as the preys hands were pushing against his muscular thighs. “None of that! Now…. Pucker up for Daddy.” the wolf growled, making her legs trembled as she meets his hard gaze, knowing there was no way out of this.

Gulping down, she puckered her lips, slowly inching closer until her lips meet the rosy tip, her eyes looking up at him all innocently from under her eyelashes. “Open up.” he ordered, but she kept her mouth shut, only to receive a slap to the cheek with his cock, making her blush furiously.

“Open up now, myshka…. Or I am gonna fuck your throat.” he warned her with harsh words, and prey did as she was told, opening her mouth, her tongue poking out and giving the tip a shy lick, only for him to growl again, making her squeak slightly. “Don’t fucking tease me.”

Gulping down, she wrapped her lips around the tip and going down, starting to suck, working her hot mouth more on the tip, while her other small hand was put around the base moving up and down.

“Aren’t you a fast learner, kitten?” he asked, chuckling as he pushed her further down his length, making her throat tense. Her tongue swirled around the tip, her free hand moving to grasp his balls gently, massaging them, making sure she pleased him, not creating discomfort. “My, my…. Myshka, you’re a natural.” the wolf praised, the tip of his fingers massaging her scalp.

The tip of her tongue moved over the little slit, pushing against it, making the wolf loudly growl in pleasure. Her eyes widen when both his hand’s fist into her white mane, in one quick move, pushing his whole length into her mouth and down her throat. Her hands quickly grasped his thighs, fingernails digging into his cargo pants as tears formed at the corner of her eyes, falling down her rosy cheeks. So beautiful.

“Now, that’s a good girl.” he growled, her throat constricting around his cock only for him to yank her off his cock, a string of saliva connecting his length and mouth. “Anything smart ya have to say, kitten?” he asked harshly, predatory eyes eating her alive.

Her swollen lips trembled, not able to even form a word. Not giving her any more time, he pushed back into her mouth and she tried to relax as much as possible, as he thrusts into her sweet little mouth. “That’s how you look the best…. with my cock down your throat, baby girl.” he growled, thrusting harshly inside her mouth, drool running down her chin.

“Here comes the prize, little slut.” he snarled, cumming inside her mouth, making her choke at the salty taste. the wolf pulled out quickly, making her squeak as he finished the rest on her face, rubbing the tip of his cock against her cum covered lips. A sick animalistic urge to see her covered in what she made him do. “Now, that’s a pretty face.” he commented, running his hand through her hair. The wolf had made yet another claim on the sweet prey, imprinting on her forever.

Xaviera gasped and swallowed harshly at what ever cum was on her tongue, as Andrei stroked her long locks, coming back to himself, he got up to the kitchen, grabbing a washcloth and dapping it warm water before coming back to his spot. 

“So beautiful, myshka.” he whispered, his hand stroking her cheek as he pressed a kiss to her forehead “Round two on Jenga?” Andrei asked with a smirk, his eyes glimmering with mischief. If he lost again maybe she would give it to him once more, he gave a soft smile as she nodded and giggled.

Their last day together was spent playing a few more rounds of jenga, laughing and learning more about each other, not just as predators but as people that got fucked over by the world. Their souls connecting even though Andrei stomped the table in two at the last round of the game. She accepting him and him accepting her as she came. The two ate dinner in silence, just enjoying each others company, drinking tea and exchanging stolen glances. 

Andrei had never felt more at home tonight than any other time in his life, Xaviera sitting on his lap with her back pressed against his naked chest, in front of the roaring fireplace, just breathing, touching, and being grateful for one another. Nothing else mattered in the world when she was around. The wolf felt free, but at the same time never so chained down in his life. He wanted, he needed to be around her, she was a soul that needed protection from the sick world, like an endangered species, Xaviera needed to be safe in his arms, no where else. 

She leaned her head back against the Andrei’s chest, feeling his chest move up and down with each breath, he looked down at her, studying her beautiful features in case they would never cross paths again. They just savored the quietness and peacefulness that like home. Different predators with lives people tried to steal were safe together tonight.

Andrei’s mind raced, not with terrible memories or haunting screams but just thoughts of her, the beautiful dangerous creature he held. As she fell asleep Andrei didn’t want to miss a thing, every scrunch of her nose to every little twitch. He was grateful for her and he didn’t want to let go, he knew no one else would accept him they way she did, and in his dangerous life Andrei learned to hold these special moments close and not waste them because there was always the potential that his time would be up tomorrow. 

Don’t let her go... Be grateful... Don’t let her go 

#the end makes me so sad #Andrei Kulokova #my writing #Xaviera Lah-Mo #Andrei x Xaviera #slasher oc #horror #oc

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DIFFERENT PREADTORS - chapter seven

INCLUDES ANDREI KULOKOVA x XAIVERA LAH-MO

oooh boy onto seven, and my heart breaks. This chapter honestly made me cry, it is a very sad and angry Andrei. Someone get this man a therapist lol. I cannot believe their story is ending, I just don’t want it to end, but I guess there is always a goodbye at some point. Grab your tissues and watch Andrei self destruct. Make sure read part one, two, three, four, five, and six.

Please go read @horrorslashergirl oc Xaviera’s perspective linked HERE

MASTERLIST

The house was in flames. Falling to pieces like the people in front of it. Memories, terror, destruction, pain, love and fear billowed in the black smoke tearing into the cold winds. 

“Amaria!... Want else do you want?!” He howled. “It’s over! They’re gone!” 

“No Drei.. NO!” She cried. He grabbed her in desperation. “Andrei, please!” 

Falling to their knees on the frozen soil of home, he held her as she sobbed. “Come with me.. Amaria please. Ari I can protect you.”

“Protect me?! What the fuck did you ever protect me from?!” Clawing away he clutched her wrists. “Let me GO!” She wailed. Breath curling away white into the smoke.

Swallowing harshly, pushing the lump in his throat down “Amaria ENOUGH! It’s over!” Looking her in the eyes, a tear formed. The same blue their mother had given, he pleaded. “Come with me.... please.” 

“You’re a fucking monster.” she whispered.    

He let her go. Dusting off the snow. The bitter taste of fear and desperation on his tongue. He looked to the flames, claws fisted and teeth bared. The fur was rising on his spine in protection as he looked to his left hand.. No Gods... He did this... She walked into the snow and the wolf howled into the smoke. He was alone. Alone. For the first time in his life.  

Ice blue eyes snapped open, and he remembered to breathe. Remembering where he was. The warm sun flooded the wooden cabin that housed the two predators, safely. Andrei smelt tea, his favorite; Earl Grey. Then he realized there was no weight on his chest, only his arms. 

“Shit.” Andrei jumped up thinking she had left him already, the stealthy little feline could always manage to escape his grasp. His trained eyes scanned the cabin meticulously. Her maps, rifle and bag were still here, and he could breathe deeply again. 

Moving slowly to the kitchen there was a nice warm mug of tea for him, which Andrei took happily as he looked out the window. A smile tried to creep on his face as white long locks blew in the breeze, Xaviera. Walking to the front door he opened it and saw her, just in his black long sleeve and panties. Cold weather was never a bother to him, half the time at home he was shirtless in the Siberian winter, but he worried about her. Andrei cared for the first time in a long time about someone else. It felt right. Felt like a job he was made to be doing since day one.

Placing his large frame behind Xaviera, one arm wrapping around her waist while he held the mug in his other hand. “Baby its cold out here, you should come inside..” Andrei gently kissed her crown “I don’t want my little kitten freezing her tail off.”

She moved her body closer to his “Mmmm…. I just love the cold breeze in the morning. Freshen’s me up.” Xaviera replied, taking one of his hands and kissing his knuckles. “How did you sleep, Wolfy?” she asked, looking over her shoulder up at him, icy eyes meeting one another.

Smirking down at her, pulling her as close as he could, just wanting to hold her, savoring these dilactate last moments together. Andrei wasn’t going to tell her about his haunting memories that plagued his sleep, instead his humor coated him like an amour. Looking up and moving his neck back and forth, cracking it loudly “Couches aren’t for necks,” Andrei silently laughed “but you somehow always manage to make me over sleep, so it wasn’t too bad” 

Leaning down he kisses her, slowly, not wanting to pull away, squeezing his eyes closed in desperation. Begging to some higher power that it wouldn’t hurt when he left her. Opening his eyes he pulls away, looking over her frame and examining if she’s really cold or not “How about you little snow leopard?”

“Mmm me? Well…. I slept like a baby in your arms… You kept me so warm.” She answered, turning around and nuzzling her nose into his neck. A sense of pride swarming Andrei as she spoke, knowing a little creature could sleep so peacefully in his destructive arms, arms that have taken so much from this world.   

He sighed, the end was coming and it was going to hurt, he felt the wolf wanting to come out, to protect his heart, to push away, to be cold but Andrei just didn’t want that to happen. The wolf persisted.

“Well, I have a long hike out of here so… I, uh… I better start to pack.” He pulled away coldly going back inside, the coldness was his home and it protected him. Marching upstairs Andrei grabbed his bag, loading up his extra clothes, weapons and ammo. Something stopped him. 

Icy eyes fell upon the tangled sheets of the bed and he closed his eyes, licking his lips. All the memories that were held within them, everyone of her breaths, her whimpers, her screams. His vulnerability, his groans, his peaceful sleeps. It was all too much for the wolf. A burst of rage sparking like a wildfire. 

“Fuck!” The wolf spat, kicking the arm chair that was beside the bed with a bang. The anger coating his hurt in a dangerous coping mechanism. Throwing his guns in the black duffle bag, he marched downstairs.

Seeing Xaviera look at him as he came down the stairs made something stir in him more, looking like she saw him as a predator again. Throwing his bag at the door, Andrei deeply inhaled, trying to ease his anger. 

Breathe Andrei... Take her home... Breathe... Be grateful... 

Calming himself Andrei walked over to her, one of his large hands holding her hip while the other ran through her white hair. He never wanted this to end. Feeling her tense a little, Andrei’s heart broke, he could never hurt her but he was by just being in her life. Quickly Xaviera relaxed and leaned into him.   

“Thank you… for everything.” she whispered, resting her hand on his chest, feeling his heartbeat.  

Closing her eyes, she leaned in, pressing her lips gently against his own, closing his eyes as well, he held her close, kissing as if it was the last kiss he could ever give, deepening it as his hand ran through her white hair and their tongues danced together. The wolf grew needy for her again but he kept it under control, pulling away after a few minutes he rested his forehead on hers, stroking her cheek.

“No… Thank you Xaviera.” Andrei whispered, not letting her go and just staring in her eyes, getting lost in them and trying to remember them forever. “Wil- could you ever…” he tried to push through his vulnerability, he couldn’t, deeply inhaling shaking his head slightly, pulling away and smiling “Nevermind… my shirt looks good on you baby girl.” He smirked trying to lighten the mood.

“Oh…. Oh! Y-Yeah…Ummm… D-Do you want it back?” She quickly asked while blushing. Those cute stammering words and that blush again was going to kill him. He just wanted all of her, all of her accepting him.

Andrei smiled running his hands on her arms, “No, no.. you keep it.. its warm.” Then his eyes went to his necklace he had given her, and the mark that was starting to scar, peaking out from the top of his shirt. “Now you have 3 gifts from me myshka,” Andrei took his large inked hand cupping her jaw and placing a thumb gently around the healing black eye she had gotten from the now dead rotting man in the snow. “It’s the least I could give you,”

The wolf was greedy within him, wanting to just selfishly take her home, keep her from her life and job, but he couldn’t for some reason. He needed her to be happy, even if it wasn’t with him. Needed her to run free like the wild animal she was.

“Thank for saving me…” Xaviera had saved him physically, but she saved his brain from eating itself whole in the night, and from the torment of his dark life, just to see the light for a few days. Something he hadn’t seen in years. “Thank you Xaviera…. You’re so beautiful.. so strong… don’t let anyone tame you kitten.”

Andrei could see an internal conflict inside her eyes, much like his. “T-Thank you for these words, Wolfy. I will sure remember them for the rest of my life.” she whispered, pressing her lips against the wolf’s tooth in her hand, then leaning her forehead against his chest.

Andrei just held her close, large arms around her waist, his face in her hair, closing his eyes just breathing her in. The smell of night flowers and sweetness drove him wild.

Be grateful Andrei.. She was good to you.. Be grateful

He held her for what seemed like a lifetime but he felt something build under the surface, it was emotions and deep fears from his past of people leaving him, he had to finish this quick, consume himself in work and lose himself in blood lust yet again, have the wolf protect his soul from the hurt.

Pulling away again Andrei cupped her jaw one last time. “Thank you.” He whispered and kissed her deeply. Just one last kiss. Feeling her sweet lips for the last time.

“Good bye Xaviera.” Soft blues turned cold again as he let her go, and turned away pulling on his jacket and vest, grabbing his bag. Andrei turned one last time smirking his classic smirk. “Good bye beautiful.”

With that the wolf walked out into the snow. He was headed home feeling the flesh within his chest tear and rip in pain. A feeling he had not felt since Amaria had left him all those years ago, but this seemed more painful in a way, it was a fresh and fast wound Xaviera had created in his chest, and he was bleeding out in the snow of an unfamiliar forest. 

Breathing deeply, he was on his own once again. The lone wolf taking the path down the mountain, he looked back on the path almost praying she would be there, but she wasn’t, she never would be. Crossing the avalanche path, he was grateful for the destruction that lead to so much kindness, memories he would hold forever. Andrei would be forever changed by the avalanche, much like the trees and the rocks that had been displaced by the force of nature, it was meant to happen. Nature’s way of placing predators together for better or worse.

Ice blue eyes met the ridge where he had first seen Xaviera, but there was something in her place; a snow leopard. White fur camouflaged in the snow, blue eyes meeting his. Andrei smiled as it ran up the incline, much like the woman he had chased in the beginning. “do svidaniya snezhnyy bars... Spasibo (Goodbye snow leopard... Thank you)” 

After a four hour trek, Andrei found the old truck waiting for him in the forest where he had left it. Throwing his stuff in he sat quietly, resting his head on the steering wheel, he breathed slowly, feeling his throat close. It was hard to breathe without her now. It was hard to think. It was hard breathe.

Andrei left the bitter taste of fear and desperation on his tongue. Claws fisted and teeth bared. The fur was rising on his spine in protection once more. The wolf hadn’t taken what was his, but he was grateful for this hunt.  

10 Months Later.......   

The long graveled road he walked home once more. He swallowed thickly, knowing this road was going to be his grave one day, and the house in the distance was his broken tombstone. The fields around him covered in snow with the brown grass peaking through, taunting him with hope of better days to come. 

He wasn’t at home anymore. It never felt right. Just a structure of empty bones beckoning him inside. Inside the jaws of his own mind again. 

The wolf inhaled as he hesitated to reach for the door. What the point of this anymore, nothing was here for him. Everything mocked him here. The blood still seeped from his wound from many months ago, the wound she inflicted. It wouldn’t go away, especially today. 

The hunt was fresh, merely just an hour ago he had ripped a man’s spine out and let the blood drain into the motherland. The man carried a sniper rifle, an American one. It tore open the wound, ripping the flesh as crimson was on his coat. 

Opening the door, he threw the rifle down, taking off the mask that made him the wolf and the vest that had protected him. The wolf was now just a shell. Scared and broken he rushed to the cabinet grabbing his clear poison and swallowing it down in a desperate need, choking on the yearning he couldn’t force away. 

The silence over took him again. A silence he usually would bask in was now haunting. The wolf had taken mission after mission not to be in this house, now filled with nightmares and devastation. He was alone. That was a taste he tried to spit out, but he couldn’t. 

Every time he would look in the mirror, his eyes reminded him of hers, his tattoo was a reminder of the times she traced it, his canines were a reminder of her sweet blood and the scar he left. She was tearing him asunder, with no mercy. Her innocent soul, was the most sinful in his head. 

Breaking the glass bottle on the floor as he finished it, he sat in his destruction. The glass, the broken tables he hadn’t fixed from last time, the holes in the drywall. He sat in it. Coating his fur as he howled for her. A tear teased to fall but he would never let it, if he gave in he would be done for.  

The wolf had only felt this once before, and he just prayed that she remembered the good of him, not his monster. His smile, without the teeth. His hands, without the claws. He begged. 

Looking down at his hands the words printed made the wolf combust, standing he threw the chair against the wall as he growled, wood splintering to the floor. 

He had done this, there were no gods to blame here. It was just him. Alone. Again. He just hoped she was happy.   

#SAD... SAD AND ANGRY WOLF #my writing #horror #slasher #oc #Andrei Kulokova #Xaviera Lah-Mo #Andrei x Xaviera

[horrorslashergirl]

Hey I know you probably get a lot of asks about hacker I was wondering if you could do random headcanons about him he’s one of my favorite besides that Russian guy and his sister (sorry I don’t know how to spell their names haha)💗💕

I am glad he is one of your favorites! 💕

I think the other two, you mean Andrei Kulokova and his sister Amaria, no? These two belong to @the-slasher-files

I have an unfinished draft of Headcanons for the Hacker. I may post it when I finish it. Lol

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