Yes Please 😩

As someone who’s first language was spanish and then moved to America (I lived in Puerto Rico) and I had to learn English it was hard and sometimes I still struggle but look at me now 3 years later. My English is nearly perfect. Learning was hard and anyone who learns how to earns my respect.

So I used to have a Russian friend who had a pretty thick accent and like a lot of Russians tended to eschew articles. She would say things like “Get in car.” And stuff.

Well one day this asshole who had been kind of tagging along with us asks her why she talks like that because it makes her sound dumb and I still remember her response word for word.

“Me? Dumb? Maybe in America you have to say get in THE car because you are so stupid that people might just get in random car, but in Russia we don’t need to say that. We just fucking know because we are not stupid.”

I found this again-

I wasn’t meaning to I just did

Anyways I lowkey need a part 2 RIDHJDJD

Aleksander gif: @lizzo Mal gif: @shadowandbone

Aleksander Morozova x Sun Summoner!reader x Mal Orestev

GENRE(S): ANGST, FLUFF

WARNING: cursing, nonsexual dubcon (?), small mentions of blood 

WORD COUNT: 3.7K

SUMMARY: You’re locked in your room when you refuse to take part in the Darkling’s plans to “change the world.”

Your room in the Little Palace was no longer a place of comfort. It was confinement. The curtains were drawn and could not be moved, so it always looked like the evening to you. You would only have a general idea of the time of day when Genya would swiftly open the door to leave your room. It was unclear if days or weeks had passed, but one thing was certain: your cabin fever had turned into insanity. You needed to see him. You begged for him, but stopped asking Genya once she stopped answering. Her task was only to come into your room three times a day and yours was to ignore everything she gave you until she left. You would only take small pieces of your food until you stopped shaking from hunger, but to Genya, you were not eating. This was your punishment for refusing the Darkling’s offer to change the world. 

Today, you were done picking at your plate so you focused on your hands. Spheres of light danced around your fingers and weaved in between your thumbs. It was like that for a while, until they snapped out of existence once the door rattled. The familiar sound of keys beating against each other had you shift your attention away from the door since the wall was much more interesting, anyway. Once the door opened, it closed quickly, and the room was silent again. Genya must have been there to retrieve your leftovers, but the sound of her grabbing the silverware never came. You did not want to seem interested, so you never peaked. You kept focusing on the details of the curtains and the intricate carvings on the table by the window. 

“You’re not eating,” Aleksander’s whispers traveled past your ears. You wanted to see him, but you did not want to bring him satisfaction. You both stood there in the darkness as you both pretended not to hear each other breathing. 

“Why?” You questioned. You had not spoken for a while, and it was clear in the strain and shake in your voice. 

“I gave you the option to rule with me,” he said, but this time he sounded closer. 

“No, you didn’t,” you said. 

“Remember, you’re free to go back home if you ask.” 

“At the expense of Mal’s safety!” You roughly tucked your hands into each other. 

“You made that decision.” His voice came out very flat. 

You slowly turned your neck enough to see his chest in your peripheral vision. “You’re good at lying.” You gave him the same flat tone you received. 

“I never–-” His boots beat against the wooden floor until they came to the other side of your bed. You saw how well crafted they were as you avoided his gaze. “Once we grew closer, I regretted it immediately.” He paused for a moment before he said, “may you please look at me?” 

“What made you even think I would ever agree to–-” your anger was interrupted. 

“It’s the only remedy to the structure of this society.” His voice rose for a second before it instantly went back down. His fingers reached for your chin and you snapped it away. The atmosphere was tense as the air was filled with all the words that were just said. There was more silence until you felt brave enough to speak. 

“Is Mal still okay?” you whispered. 

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Same honestly he deserve better

If Darkling bad.... why his backstory tragic?

(Don't mind me, I just finished Ruin and Rising and The Demon in the Wood.)

Also, I know that Leigh Bardugo wanted to make him the

equivalent in Ravka, but COME ON? How am I not supposed to like him? I cried the whole time he was there.

So sad

when the good place said “no one is beyond rehabilitation” and aleksander morozova said “don’t let me be alone”

We didn't talk enough about StepMum!Nancy. She lives in my wildest, wettest dreams. I think she likes messing with your pussy under the dinner table. Or making you wear a remote control vibe when you go out on mommy daughter days

no because your father talking about his boring ass business meeting at the table while you try and push down your food like you aren't clamping your thighs together because nancys fingers are knuckle deep in your little cunt.

your dad had jusr smiled kindly when you sat down next to nancy at the table saying, "m'glad to see my two favorite girls getting along." and you had smiled tightly.

nancy had just smiled and patted your hip. "we've come to find common ground recently."

now you're gripping your fork as nancy hums and nods along to what your father is saying, her pretty pink lips sipping her lemonade delicately.

her fingers are lithe and slender. slightly long from her most recent manicure, enough that they rub down on your gooey walls enough to make your teeth clench. you're embarrassed by how wet the sounds are, you don't know how your dad can't hear them. the gushy pull everytime nancy draws her digits out and the little squelch they make when she pumps them back in. your thighs are shaking.

"dear." you feel her other hand flutter over your forehead. "oh, you're hot as a furnace. you poor thing. here-" you have to bite down your whine as he fingers slip free from your hole. "-you did so good. finished your whole plate. you can be excused now. I'll be up with some warm tea and medicine for you, alright?"

you nod numbly, legs shaking as you stand. nancy smiles at you and deftly swipes the fingers covered in your juices across her lips, tasting you.

you know the medicine shes referring to giving you means her head between your legs, under your nightgown, soft tongue swirling around your enflamed clit as she coaxes cum from you.

"Sanctuary" Part II

Part I here

Billy Russo x Reader

NSFW

Warnings: oral sex, rough unprotected sex, slightly dubious consent, Billy being that asshole.

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Billy never thought he would feel like that again. 

Back when he was serving overseas with Frank and Curt, he was swift, silent, deadly. He was strong and fearless, he was damn near invincible, and he knew it, knew he was exceptional. But ever since he had woken up chained to that hospital bed, all he had felt, all that he knew anymore was pain, and shame, and that inescapable fear coloring his every waking moment. Even as he killed that asshole from the bus and Arthur, it hadn't been like before. He was just a beat-up, rabid dog lashing out. He was a revenant, a shadow of what he used to be. 

And that was what he saw, when he looked at himself in your bathroom mirror, a monster, with every bad thing he had ever done written all over his face. That was the reason he was okay with the pitying looks Dr. Dumont was always throwing his way, he thought that was the best he could expect in his new reality. But that wasn't pity in your eyes when you ran into him shirtless in your bathroom. It wasn't disgust either. 

It was desire. 

Billy used to be familiar enough with it to recognize that look, the way your breath hitched, the obvious flush to your cheeks as he held your gaze. And he might have been broken, but he wasn't blind, he could see you were beautiful, the kind of understated beauty who didn't even know the effect she had on people. After all, there was no denying the effect you had had on him when you had opened your door like that, barefooted and hair disheveled, naked legs on display in the tiniest cotton shorts he had ever seen. He had simply shoved it down, pushed it aside, another item in the long list of things he could never have again. 

Except now he was beginning to understand perhaps he could, and he was nothing if not an opportunist, if a chance presented itself, he would grab it and hold onto it with both hands. 

Far from discouraged when you stepped back as he took a step towards you, he took a second one, and then another, extending his hand to push the bathroom door closed and cage you against it. 

“Going somewhere, little girl?”

Your throat wobbled as you swallowed hard, the small movement drawing his attention to the soft collum of your neck, too tempting for his fingers not to follow his eyes. 

So much for the impulse control your dear sister was trying to instill into him.

“Are you scared?” it was a valid question, he could feel your pulse, beating fast as a hummingbird against his fingertips, but you shook your head no. He smiled, “Brave girl… I think you deserve a treat, don't you?” 

Billy didn't wait for your reply before crashing his lips to yours a little harder than he intended, but you were so soft, so pliant under his hands and your mouth tasted so sweet his self-control, feeble to begin with, didn't stand a chance. Soon as you parted your lips -for him or for air, Billy couldn't say he cared- he shoved his tongue into your mouth, chasing the sweetness, the warmth. 

“You taste so good,” he murmured against your jawline when you parted for oxygen, “wonder if you taste this good everywhere…”

“What's stopping you?” You dared, turning your head to capture his lips again, obviously eager. It made Billy's blood sing, the little reminder that you wanted him as much as he wanted you. Boldened, he let his hands roam down your body, alternatively feeling and squeezing, exploring, till they finally reached the bottom of your oversized Kate Bush t-shirt and lifted it over your head. 

“Fuck!” The awed curse escaped his mouth before he could stop it when he finally got a full, unobstructed view of your breasts, making you giggle. It was so fucking endearing he almost giggled himself, giddy at the sight of your smile. “Shut up” why did his cheeks feel so hot? “Its been a while, and these are fucking glorious”

You only chuckled again, so he buried his face in your chest, licking and nibbling, effectively shutting you up. The moan that left your lips as he latched into a nipple sent sparks straight to his dick. He quickly decided it didn't even matter if you came to your senses before letting him fuck you, he would gladly jerk off for the rest of his life to the lovely little sounds you were making. So, he moved to show your other nipple the same attention, softly caressing around the other with his thumb, lest it felt neglected. It seemed to be the right move, because Billy could feel as you slowly relaxed under his hands. He took full advantage of it, trailing wet kisses lower and lower until he was on his knees in front of you. 

It was your turn to curse as his hot mouth made contact with your clothed crotch, making him smirk in satisfaction. He had planned to tease you like that for a while, but the liquid fire in your eyes as he looked up to see your face convinced him otherwise; to watch you fall apart for him was a far more tempting prospect. 

Keeping eye contact, he hooked his fingers to the waistband of your shorts, a silent request for consent, which you gave with a nod. Billy didn't waste a second after that, getting rid of both your shorts and underwear in a single move. 

The first taste of you was heavenly. You didn't taste like strawberries or pineapple, a fruit-flavored pussy didn't exist, but he could have spent his life sipping up that slightly tangy, almost cloying sweetness of yours. He didn't think you would be opposed to the idea, if your thrown back head and soft noises leaving your lips were anything to go by. He took hold of your leg, manhandling you until your thigh was over his shoulder to get better access before flattening his tongue to your slit, enjoying your surprised gasp. He switched to lightly grazing your clit with the tip of his tongue, immediately causing your hand to fly to the back of his head, trying and failing to find purchase to force him to press his face to your cunt, but he complied anyway, giving you exactly what you wanted. 

Hands around your hips to keep you steady, Billy ravished you with his tongue, as far as he could go, imitating what he wanted to do with his cock, as you whimpered and trembled above him.

“Billy… please” It was the first time Billy heard you say his name, and it did something to his insides.

“What do you want, pretty girl?” He asked while stroking your labia with his thumb, spreading the wetness to your clit just so he could start rubbing circles around it. It had the intended effect, accelerating your breathing, and making it harder for you to put words to your needs. 

"More…" You managed to choke out. Billy placed a little kiss on the inside of your thigh, an impulsive gesture, a whim he indulged in, refusing to analyze it further. 

"You want my fingers inside this pretty little pussy? Hmm? Or maybe…" He licked the spot your leg joined your torso, frustratingly close to where he knew you wanted it, "Maybe you want me to penetrate you with my tongue…"

You were nodding frantically, breathing out "yes" and "please" and incoherent, incomprensible promises Billy didn't even try to make sense of. It didn't matter, because he  wasn't planning on giving it to you anyway. 

"Sorry, sweetheart," He wasn't sorry at all, "But the first time I fuck you, it will be with my cock…" 

He felt your fingertips dig into his scalp.

"Oh, you like that? The thought of my big fat cock here between your legs? Going in and out again and again until you beg me to stop?" Ok, maybe he did want to fuck you after all and was not above manipulating you any way he could to get you to agree. Sue him. 

He stopped his thumbs movements, ignoring your cry of protest, standing to his full height, towering over your very naked form.

"Sorry, baby, but if you want me to fuck you, I'm gonna need to hear you say it"

You looked up, big doe eyes devoid of any doubts, 

"Billy Russo, please fuck me" 

That was all he needed. In two moves flat, his pants were down around his ankles and he had you turned around, grinding his cock against your bare ass, just to see it, to sear the image of his dick against your ass cheeks into his brain. He wanted to commit it all to memory, the way you bent over your bathroom counter, offering yourself up to him, the way your hot, hot center felt against his cock as he stroked the head against your slit, back and forwards, bumping your clit on purpose with every stroke, coating himself in the juices dripping out of you.

Lining himself up, the next stroke had him pushing inside, breaching your entrance, making you jump as if electrically shocked. 

"Wait! Condom!" 

Billy cursed internally. He had completely forgotten about protection, but he was already an inch deep and you felt so snug, so fucking-... so deliciously tight against his head he thought he would die if he had to part from your silky, wet warmth. 

"I'm clean. I know I'm clean. Just escaped from a hospital, remember?" 

He could see your uncertain look in the mirror, so he took the choice away from you, pushing into you with one long, unforgiving stroke. He would buy you Plan B, he would get the entire fucking farmacy for you if you asked, but he needed you, and he needed you now.

"I just wanna feel you for a minute" His tone was almost begging as he withdraw a couple of inches only to surge forward again, "Please just… let me feel you" 

But you couldn’t speak, eyes closed, mouth open in a silent "oh", so he kept thrusting, slowly building a rhythm. He had to go slow, otherwise he wasn't going to last, you felt too fucking amazing and he, well, he was touch starved, he could admit to that. 

"So good… look at that" He was mesmerized, eyes fixed on the place he was disappearing inside you, "You're taking me so fucking well…" 

And you were, even though he was obviously a little too big for you, even though there was a little resistance, you weren't complaining, you were letting him fuck you harder and deeper with every ondulation of his hips, bracing yourself on the sink, rocking your hips back. 

Greedy little thing…

But if you wanted more, he was going to give you more. He was going to fucking ruin you.

Snaking his arm around your waist, he pulled you in, forcing you to straighten up until your back was flushed with his chest. The angle wasn't completely right, he had to bend his knees to be able to keep going, but it was totally worth it when your eyes met his in the mirror. He could feel your walls clenching around his cock as you watched him fuck you, goosebumps breaking on your skin as he licked the side of your neck filthily. Your hand reached back to grab his buttock, urging him on.

"Billy…"

"Like this, pretty girl?.. like it dirty?" He taunted, hand traveling lower, fingers spreading your labia so you could see him spear you open in the mirror. 

"Fuck…" You threw your head back against his shoulder, unable to handle as he started to play with your clit again. Billy tsked.

"Oh, no, sweetheart… gotta open those pretty eyes… want you to look at me when I make you come…" 

And he prayed to every god he didn't believe in to be able to do it, to make you fall apart before he did, because he could already feel it, the tightness in his balls, the tension in the base of his spine building up. There was no stopping the noises making their way out of his throat, his rhythm slipping, sloppier. One of his hands flew to your hip bone, fingers digging in with bruising force to pull you to him as he thrusted into you, the other closing around your neck, squeezing your windpipe hard enough to cut the air flow. 

Your eyes finally met his in the mirror, wide, far too large, alarmed. Billy bared his teeth, squeezing harder, watching as you turned red, as your eyes grew impossibly bigger.

As you shivered, tight velvety walls rippling around his spasming cock, the liquid warmth of his come shooting deep inside you the last thing you felt before going limp in his arms. 

To be continued...

If villain why hot

If villain why sad

I’m embarrassed I sobbed into a pillow for 2 hours after seeing a Tiktok

dude one of the saddest tiktoks just showed up in my fyp and i’m sobbing into my pillow

Im so obsessed with this series omg it is so good u are extremely talented

Vengeance & Vanity

Part 3 

Pairing: The Darkling x Fem!Reader 

Summary: Now that you and Aleksander have been reunited you can begin your rule together. Despite the multitude of threats around you, you’ve never felt safer than at his side.

Warnings: canon level violence.

Word Count: 4.9K

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You clutch onto Fedoyr’s wrist as he works. The itch of healing makes your skin crawl, desperate to scrape your nails over the wound. Through your discomfort, you loosen your hold when you notice he’s gritting his teeth. 

“Sorry.” You say quietly. 

“It’s okay.” He insists, and you swallow a sob. Because it’s not okay. But it is. And it isn’t. You’re finally safe. You have your power back. But Aleksander is facing Alina and her small army without you. Despite all this swirling in your mind, the only thing you can focus on is what you’re going to say to Fedoyr. If he’s taken Ivan’s place beside Aleksander then surely he knows what happened. That you watched his husband die. You, a powerful Shadow Summoner, one of the two people who had vowed to protect all Grisha - to keep them safe. Ivan knew the risks. Defending you and Aleksander was the only thing he wanted to do. Which is perhaps why the ache in your chest doesn’t alleviate with Fedoyr’s healing. Once the wound is closed, he cleans the blood from your skin, before stepping back to admire his handiwork. “Better?” You follow his gaze, looking over the shining scar that now runs across the majority of your left shoulder and snakes around to reach for your shoulder blade. The line of Alina’s Cut was ragged, though you’re not sure if that’s from her lack of experience or if that’s just what a blade of light does to skin. You move your shoulder carefully, it aches, but the skin remains intact. You smile appreciatively, 

“As good as new.” 

“It’s good to see you, Lieutenant.” He says quietly, and you swallow hard,

“You too, Fedoyr.”

You look away, taking in your surroundings. Aleksander’s Grisha have created a makeshift camp in the woods. It must have been built recently as there’s no way the First Army patrols could have missed them. There are a few injuries, no doubt acquired during the fight with the First Army and Alina’s remaining Grisha, but not as many as expected. The Grisha that had sided with Aleksander were mostly well accustomed to fighting in a war, and it seems his nichevo'ya had taken the brunt of the attack. It’s a smart move - intended to protect the few Grisha left. You can’t help but worry for the toll it’s taken on Aleksander. 

There’s a terrible rumbling sound in the distance, almost like an avalanche. It shakes the ground with a groan that you feel in your chest. You all turn towards the source of the noise, as a cloud of dust flares up into the shadowed sky. You hear Fedoyr say,

“The chapel’s collapsed.” The ringing returns to your ears, you hadn’t even been aware how much better you felt until your world stood still. You sense the nichevo'ya flocking to the chapel.

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