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emberwood-if · 1 year

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andrei after a minor inconvenience:

literally that man is dramatic as hell 😭

#ask #char: andrei

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artwithoutblood · 3 months

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thank you @simpfordepress for the meme

#char: andrey grey #char: zechariahs steele

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hauntthumans · 4 months

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NATALYA ILYINICHNA “NATASHA” ROSTOVA

19. pansexual. she/her. young and a bit naive. seduced by anatole kuragin despite being engaged to andrey bolkonsky. breaks off her engagement to elope with anatole. refuses to hear anything bad about anatole, even after she learns he’s been lying to her. feels awful about everything and blames herself for it all. takes poison to try to kill herself but is unsuccessful. fc: denée benton. secondary.

ANATOLE KURAGIN

25. pansexual. he/him. doesn’t care about anyone but himself and his sister. married to a polish landowner’s daughter but never talks about her. seduces natasha because he can and he’s bored. sort of but not really falls for her in the process. falls more for the idea of her than her as a person. runs away to petersburg when he’s found out. fc: lucas steele. primary.

PIERRE BEZUKHOV

35. heterosexual. he/him. cares greatly for those around him. doesn’t really like anatole but doesn’t have a problem with him until the natasha incident. has always sort of had feelings for natasha, but never acted on them out of courtesy for her and andrey. married hélène when he was younger and regrets it on most days. helps anatole leave for petersburg because he feels like he owes it to hélène. hates seeing natasha blame herself for everything and wishes she knew it wasn’t her fault. fc: josh groban. secondary.

HÉLÈNE BEZUKHOVA

27. pansexual. she/her. married pierre because her parents were pressuring her to get married. isn’t in love with him and doesn’t think she ever was. helps anatole with his scheme because she thinks it’ll be fun. doesn’t really like natasha but pretends to for the sake of the scheme. wishes anatole didn’t have to leave. visits him from time to time. fc: amber gray. primary.

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NATALYA ILYINICHNA “NATASHA” ROSTOVA

she loves andrey with all her heart ; verse - pre canon

i will love you anatole. i’ll do anything for you. ; verse - canon

i don’t believe that he is married. ; verse - post canon

one of the finest matches in all of russia ; verse - modern

what am i to do, what do i choose? ; verse - crossovers

ANATOLE KURAGIN

anatole is a married man ; verse - pre canon

how i love pretty girls. they lose their heads at once! ; verse - canon

next day, anatole left for petersburg ; verse - post canon

and we are off to the club ; verse - modern

it doesn’t matter, i don’t give a damn ; verse - crossovers

PIERRE BEZUKHOV

his purse is always empty cause it’s open to all ; verse - pre canon

they say we are asleep until we fall in love ; verse - canon

there is such a thing as other people ; verse - post canon

just one of a hundred sad old men ; verse - modern

keep drinking, old man ; verse - crossovers

HÉLÈNE BEZUKHOVA

god, to think i married a man like you ; verse - pre canon

how the thought of throwing them together amuses me ; verse - canon

you don’t know what a plight our anatole has had ; verse - post canon

if you have a dress, you must wear it out ; verse - modern

dolokhov, pour me another! ; verse - crossovers

#char : natasha rostova #she loves andrey with all her heart ; verse #i will love you anatole. i’ll do anything for you. ; verse #i don’t belive that he is married ; verse #one of the finest matches in all of russia ; verse #what am i to do‚ what do i choose? ; verse #char : anatole kuragin #anatole is a married man ; verse #how i adore pretty girls. they lose their heads at once! ; verse #next day‚ anatole left for petersburg ; verse #and we are off to the club ; verse #it doesn’t matter‚ i don’t give a damn ; verse #char : pierre bezukhov #his purse is always empty cause it’s open to all ; verse #they say we are asleep until we fall in love ; verse #there is such a thing as other people ; verse #just one of a hundred sad old men ; verse #keep drinking‚ old man ; verse #char : hélène bezukhova #god‚ to think i married a man like you ; verse #how the thought of throwing them together amuses me ; verse #you don’t know what a plight our anatole has had ; verse #if you have a dress‚ you must wear it out ; verse #dolokhov‚ pour me another! ; verse

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comphy-and-cozy · 2 months

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GASLIGHT - andrei svechnikov

Pairing: Andrei Svechnikov x Reader (f)

Summary: A dance of desperation, destruction, and desire with the man who broke your heart.

Word Count: 5.4K

Author’s Note: This is about a year in the making thanks to the thirsty, depraved minds of @pyotrkochetkov and @smileysvech. Inspired strongly by gaslight by inji, I present to you: toxic, cocky ex Andrei.

Warnings: Toxic relationship, dubcon/drunk consent, infidelity. Alcohol use/mention. Smut (18+ ONLY): Unprotected sex, very public sex/exhibitionism, oral sex (m receiving), fingering (f receiving), heavy degradation, Andrei has a filthy mouth.

Your media consumption is your responsibility. Do not proceed if any of the above warnings will trigger, hurt, or offend you. Masterlist / Moodboard

In all fairness, you knew Andrei Svechnikov was trouble as soon as your eyes locked with his at that fateful frat party, bathed in a deep blue light strobing on the ceiling. Even then, it was etched into his handsome face, his smile far too confident to be anything but a terrible, terrible idea. But you were young, dumb, and all too willing to fall for the broad Russian with the dimples and a body that looked like it was sculpted out of clay. He was way too hot to resist, and really, what’s a girl to do?

In all honesty, he was sweet at first, even genuine. He held the door open for you, walked you to class, let you wear his jersey. He swept you off your feet with an ease that should’ve had your radar beeping, but you were already in too deep to notice. Besides, you had no reason to believe that the handsome, charming boy with a toothy smile would be anything but wonderful.

Oh, how wrong you were.

When you look back on the chapter of your life regretfully titled ‘Andrei’, the pages stained with tears and spilled ink from all of the letters you never sent, you’ll remember the red flags that you didn’t notice (or maybe willfully ignored), heading straight into a myriad of heartbreak. You two were toxic together, in a seemingly endless cycle of hurt and betrayal.

But it was hands down, unequivocally, the best sex you’ve ever had.

And that’s what kept you coming back, even when he’d pull his shit and make his excuses for the hickeys on his neck that you didn’t put there or the purple thong on his floor that was a size too small for you. You’d turn a blind eye, pretending not to see, pretending that it didn’t sting after the sweet nothings he’d whisper to you after a night in his sheets.

The real turning point of your relationship was when you saw him leaving your sorority house the morning after a night out, a clear walk of shame—except you’d gone to bed alone. Seeing the bedhead and hickeys on your sorority sister, Callie, was all you needed to put the pieces together, your heart shattering for the first time.

So, after crying until you made yourself sick, drinking more tequila than you’d care to admit, you brushed yourself off, rose from the ashes, and did what any logical and sane girl would do in your shoes: fuck his teammate. And then another. And another. You took your rage and all of the hurt that simmered beneath your surface and channeled it into sweet, satisfying, addicting revenge. The orgasms weren’t quite the same, but you were surprised at how good getting even felt. Seeing the look on his face when he’d come down the stairs to find you in the kitchen, in a ratty old t-shirt of one of his friends… priceless.

From then on, you and Andrei were locked in what felt like an eternal battle at who could out-toxic the other. You thrived on knowing you were riling him up, getting under his skin, burrowing your way into his psyche to ensure he’d never forget you and would forever regret betraying you. You were the one who got away, not the other way around.

From the moment you stepped into the bar that fateful night, instantly feeling his eyes crawling over your legs, you couldn’t deny that you had voluntarily set yourself up for it. Unable to resist his charm, dripping in honey, trouble etched into the predatory gaze he held on you, there was no way you were getting out unscathed.

His white button-up is a size too small, hugging his muscles in a way that makes the fabric fight against the buttons in the middle. The sleeves are rolled up to his elbows, the corded muscle of his forearms on display, the expensive watch sitting on his thick wrist. He wears it everywhere he goes, so you know he couldn’t have done it on purpose, but you can’t help but feel he knew you’d be there tonight, exposing it with the sole intention of driving you wild.

So, it’s only to be expected that you make your way over to a friend of his, slinking up beside him at the bar with a seductive smile and wide eyes, leaning into him and letting your hand rest on his bicep while you laugh at his joke. It feels over the top—because it is—but you’re fueled by the knowledge that Andrei will be fuming once he sees it. It’s the same old cat-and-mouse game that you always play, pushing his buttons even from afar.

It makes for the best foreplay.

Your new beau—Scott—struts off to the bar, smug at how easy his win tonight is. He barely had to work to have you hanging all over him, and the prospect of getting you into his bed at the end of the night is all but a slam dunk. Your eyes watch him, appreciatively admiring the broad shoulders and built back, envisioning what it’ll look like littered with angry, red scratches from your pristine, hot pink nails.

He saunters up behind you, and you feel his presence without even needing to turn around.

“What do you think you’re doing?” His words, heavily accented, are slurred—just slightly, but enough for you to know he’s been heavy on the vodka tonics. Part of you wonders if your antics with Scott have influenced his state of mind. Judging by the way his arms are crossed, revealing the curve of his enormous bicep and the thickness of his forearms, you’d wager that they have.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Andrei,” you say, tossing your hair back, dismissing him instantly.

“Cut the shit, sweetheart,” he sneers. His eyes drag shamelessly over your figure, heat lingering where his gaze travels. “That’s the third one of my teammates you’ve tried to fuck.”

“Fourth, actually.”

“Do you actually want them, or are you just whoring around my friends to get a rise out of me?”

“That’s rich,” you scoff, voice dripping with distaste. The absolute nerve on this guy. “Can’t handle the thought of your friend fucking me better than you?”

Andrei’s smile is sickly sweet. “We both know that was never the issue, sweetheart.”

Unfortunately, he’s right. Memories of late nights punctured by a thick Russian accent, bite marks that turned into bruises that lasted for days flood your mind, a phantom touch along your hip making your shiver.

“Where's your new bitch?” you pivot. “Let me guess, busy taking your Insta pics?”

His smirk grows, enough to reveal his missing tooth. The mockery in his tone drips from every word as he says, “That’s no way to talk about your sister.”

You bite back your grimace and the urge to say, “That’s not my sister,” but unfortunately he’s picked up your strategy of ticking off your friends on his bedpost one by one, and this latest iteration has landed him in bed with your suitemate, Jenna. When she broke up with her long-term boyfriend, you knew it was only a matter of time before Andrei swooped in with his handsome smile, dimples, and delicious muscles, sisterhood be damned. The fact that you two shared a wall was only the cherry on top.

With a glance at the bar, you see that Scott is stuck in line, your 3rd Mezcal margarita too far away. He sends you an apologetic shrug, gesturing to the growing crowd and signaling to wait for him. Your lips curl into a forced smile, blowing a kiss and offering a cheeky wave.

Andrei shifts on his feet, amused at the overzealous act that his idiotic linemate seems to be buying. With another glance across your figure, doing far more than just undressing you with his eyes, he sidles back up to you. With the way you look, he supposes he shouldn’t expect to resist.

“Seems like your man is gonna be a while. Dance with me?” he whispers into your ear. You ignore the way the heat from his breath travels down your spine, arousal instantly pooling through you despite every nerve in your body trying to fight it.

“I’m not your girlfriend, Andrei.”

“Doesn’t mean two old friends can’t have a dance,” he counters.

You resist the urge to snort at the label, as if you were ever friends. It’s the same look in his eye as always, the one that got your heart broken a thousand times before, but you find your hand slipping into his—ignoring the sheer size of it compared to yours—and letting him lead you into the throng of people anyways.

The way Andrei’s firm body slots up behind yours is far too easy, his hands all too familiar on your hips as he pulls you into him, forcing a slow and steady grind to the beat of the music. It should be shocking the way that Jenna—and Scott—completely slips from your mind, replaced by the feeling of his groin pressed against the curve of your ass.

“Look so fucking hot tonight,” he purrs in your ear. Your eyebrows raise in surprise, but your body reacts involuntarily when his praise goes straight between your legs. “Made my dick hard just looking at you.”

“Wouldn’t want your girl hearing you talk like that,” you manage to retort, shaking away the arousal that threatens to warm your entire body.

“What she doesn’t know won’t hurt her.”

“That what you said about me?” you ask, ignoring the pang of hurt that strikes your heart. It’s the first—and only—glimpse of a real emotion, hidden beneath snark and quick remarks.

“Aw, baby, let’s let the past stay in the past,” Andrei says, deflecting by pressing your ass against his groin, allowing you to feel the firmness beneath his zipper. The flash of any serious conversation disappears when the tips of his fingers graze against the underside of your breast, fostering the spread of goosebumps over your body. It’s a diversion, and you hate that it works; his hands have always been a source of weakness for you.

Heat simmers in your core, gradually growing until it’s bubbling; his hands crawling over your body while your hips move in sync with his. The chance of rekindling whatever you had before is long gone, and you’re well past any apology or reparation, so you might as well have fun with it, right?

His hands trail fire down your sides, over the bare skin between your top and skirt, to your bare leg. You’ve lost the ability to speak, to protest—not that you would—when you feel his fingers curl under the hem, tugging it up until you're all but entirely exposed, challenging you to resist. The air, though warm from the crowd, feels heavenly on your hot thighs, cool against the damp fabric of your panties. Your body gives an involuntary shiver when one large hand splays possessively over your hip, the other creeping over to the inside of your thigh.

You know what Andrei’s up to, and as much as you hate him, there’s not a single ounce in your body that wants to stop him. Your legs fall open against your will, making more space for his hand.

“Fucking soaked,” he sneers, laughing at the way you shudder when his finger barely grazes your clit, pressing against the wet scrap of fabric covering your modesty. “Knew you would be. You can never get enough of me, can you?”

Refusing to give in so easily, you reply by slowing the roll of your hips, pressing further against his groin to grind against him. His chuckle is low in your ear, amused at your attempt to keep the playing field even. The pad of his middle finger runs over your pussy, collecting the wetness that’s seeping through the cotton.

Andrei’s hand stays gripped on your thigh while the other comes up to press his finger against your lips. You can taste your own essence on the tip of his finger, coating your lip with the moisture. It presses into your mouth, pushing against your tongue in a display of dominance; though you want to push him away, your body betrays you and your lips close around his digit, sucking hard.

The sound of your moan when he roughly tugs your panties to the side is covered by the heavy bass pumping through the room. The lights are dim enough, strobing around to hide the way Andrei plunges a thick finger into you, though admittedly you wouldn’t notice or care if someone were to spot you, the thought making you even hotter.

“Always so fuckin’ tight,” he murmurs in your ear, shifting his hand to add another finger. “Dripping all over my hand like a fucking whore.”

“Andrei,” you whisper, fruitlessly, the sound of your voice swallowed by the electronic wobs of the remixed rap song overhead. Your resolve is slipping quickly, with each deep twist of his fingers inside of you, knees losing strength with every passing moment. Maybe it’s the cocktail, or maybe it’s just him; either way, you’re intoxicated.

His marriage and middle pump their way into you, the slick between your thighs making it all too easy for him to slide them in and out. Your eyes flutter shut, head lolling back slightly when he strokes you perfectly, even despite the awkward angle of his wrist, shoved between your legs in the middle of a sweaty, crowded room. So far, no one’s seemed to notice—or perhaps, if they did, they just opted to ignore it.

“Fuck, kisa,” he murmurs, and the heat in his voice makes you clench around his digits. It’s rough, deep in your ear, followed by what you presume is cursing in Russian. Andrei grips your hips so tightly you’re certain there’ll be fingerprint-sized bruises on them tomorrow. “Such a desperate whore for me, you’d let me take you right here in front of everyone, wouldn’t you?”

His finger presses against your g-spot in a way that has your resolve completely melting; suddenly, all you can focus on is the feeling that’s blooming in your core, flooding pleasure through your veins. Fuck it.

“Fuck yeah, give it to me.”

You’re not really serious, at least not entirely, but your stomach flutters with excitement when you feel one of his hands fidgeting behind your ass, fishing out his erection to press it against you. He’s hard, and you can feel the way he throbs against you through the thin material of your skirt. Admittedly, you had missed that specific part of him. No one, not even his linemate Scott with the big dick, could replicate Andrei.

“This what you want, huh? Want it deep in that little cunt?” he says, tapping himself lightly against your ass in the limited space he has between your bodies. “Guess my dick doesn’t know how much of a bitch you are.”

“Probably because your dick has been inside way bigger bitches than me,” you bite back, the throb between your legs not enough to cull the sass and bitterness that lingers just beneath the surface. If his fingers weren’t just buried between your thighs, you probably would’ve had more to say about the matter.

When you feel the curl of his fingers tugging the material of your skirt up farther, you arch into him, your senses ablaze with adrenaline. You can’t help it, giving into the way you throb, empty, waiting for him to soothe the need with the harsh thrust of his cock.

Andrei is slow, drawing out your torture. He keeps his hips pressed against your backside, shielding his erection with your ass, because you are still in public, after all. His large hand grips your hip while the other reaches between your bodies, and you let out a whimper when you feel his tip lining up with your entrance.

He pushes in, slowly, mainly to avoid attracting attention. His hands flex against your waist, pulling you into him and encouraging you to resume the grind of your hips; only this time, his dick is buried deep inside of you and he’s pressed directly against your g-spot. He hasn’t been inside you for 5 seconds and your legs are already shaking, trying desperately to steady your breathing while heat floods through your body.

Even through the loud music, you can hear the way Andrei grunts lowly in your ear, and you’re pleased to know he’s just as strung out as you, fucking you in the middle of a dance floor. His hips begin to push forward, subtly, forcing you to feel each inch and ridge of his cock dragging in and out of your soaked pussy. Large hands crawl over your hips, guiding them to gyrate against him and using your body to drive himself deeper inside of you.

It shouldn’t feel so good, getting blatantly fucked by your sworn enemy in the middle of a sweaty crowd, grinding shamelessly on his dick. But the beat syncs with his thrusts, heat flooding your system as he hits the perfect spot at the perfect pace to have your legs squeezing tightly around him.

“You been thinkin’ about this?” he whispers in your ear, and you can hear the smug smirk on his face. “Think about you while I’m fucking Jenna sometimes. She’s hot, but her cunt isn’t as tight as this one.”

“You’re—” you gasp when he delivers a hard thrust at the beat drop of the song that’s playing, “—such a fucking dick.”

“Aw, but you love it, don’t you?”

You hate him. Him and everything that he’s done to you—breaking your heart, picking up the pieces, only to shatter it again. There had been more nights spent crying over him than nights with him, screaming into your pillow until there were no tears left in your body. Worse than that, he’d turned you into someone you barely knew: someone who takes the low road and stoops to his level when you know you deserve better than all of it.

But damn, if you don’t love the way he fucks you.

It happens before you even have a chance to think about how you’ll mask it, instead crying out as your body goes limp against Andrei’s. His strong arms hold you in place, stilling his hips to feel the way your cunt clenches around him as your orgasm washes over you like a tsunami. The sound of your moan is swallowed by the bass, evaporating into thin air before it has the chance to make its way to any of the club’s patrons around you.

“Fuck,” Andrei husks in your ear, breath heavy against your skin. Your walls flutter around him as he lets the waves siphon through your shaking limbs. “Barely had to do any work for you to fall apart on my cock, huh? Comin’ for me like the pretty little slut you are.”

The retort you want to snap back doesn’t come out, mind still completely blown from the force of your climax. Your heart pounds in your throat, pussy clenching weakly around his thick cock, and you know you have no space to try and pretend he didn’t feel the way you came all over it.

“You gonna give me another one, dorogoy?”

“Drei,” you choke out, a wave of clarity splashing over you. “Not here.”

He hums, the vibration in his chest pressed against your back, so deep that it travels down your spine. “Unfortunate. But I suppose getting arrested for public indecency probably isn’t very good for my career.”

Behind you, you feel him tucking himself back into his pants, using your body to shield the way he adjusts before he’s gripping your arm and dragging you with him. “C’mon. M’not done until your face is painted with my cum.”

He doesn’t bother to fix your skirt, and you’re frantically tugging it back down to cover yourself as he leads you through the crowd. The next thing you know, you’re being pushed into the dark, dingy bathroom before his hands are pushing your crop top up, exposing your bra. Your eyes glance to the unlocked door when he tugs the cups of your bra down.

“Nah, a slut like you doesn’t need privacy,” he purrs, like he’s reading your mind. His eyes glitter as he follows your line of sight. “I wouldn’t even bother charging anyone who walks in for the show. S’a free for all.”

He doesn’t wait for you to respond before he’s roughly pushing you against the countertop, growling when he pulls your skirt back up your hips. Your mouth opens to protest, but he speaks over you. “It’s so cute when you act all modest, but we both know you’re a cheap whore, huh? Pretendin’ that you wouldn’t like an audience. Like you wouldn’t let me bend you over one of those cocktail tables out there.”

“Think you wanna get caught, Svechnikov,” you tease, pressing your ass back against his pelvis, grinding on him in the same movements as earlier—only this time, you’re an orgasm deep, and you have at least some semblance of privacy, so you have no reservations. Your eyes lock with his in the reflection, holding his gaze. “Looking for an excuse to end things with Jenna, are you?”

“Nah, I think I’ll keep her around,” he says with a smile, pushing at your back to press your breasts against the cold countertop. “She’s a good fuck.”

“You gonna fuck me, or you just gonna talk about her? I can go get her, if you want. Catch her up on the details.”

With a laugh, Andrei tsks. “So impatient. Didn’t your mother ever teach you about manners?”

“More than yours ever taught you, that’s for sure,” you spit back. If only his mother knew the things he’d done and said to you; you’re sure she’d have plenty to say about her son’s behavior.

Andrei pulls himself out of his pants, fisting his dick before he’s dropping a wad of spit on the tip, running it through your folds. In the mirror, you see him watching the way it melds with your slick, coating the head of his dick. “I love when you talk dirty to me. Makes me so fuckin’ hard.”

He doesn’t give you the satisfaction of having the last word, shooting back whatever sassy comeback is lingering on your tongue, instead pushing into you so quickly a gasp is ripped from your throat. His hips press hard against your ass, buried to the hilt so you can throb around the entirety of him. “So tight, ‘specially for a cunt that gets used so often.”

The degradation pours out of his mouth, a hot wave of arousal trailing up your spine with every word. He’s the only one that can pull it off, igniting the blue flame inside of you with filthy whispers, paired perfectly with each precise thrust. His hands dig into your hips, pulling you back against him roughly, loud slaps of your ass against his pelvis echoing around the room.

A large hand makes its way up your spine, slipping into your hair and tugging you back until your spine is arched and his chest is pressed against your back. You take in your own reflection in the mirror, cheeks growing warm at the sight: hair mussed, makeup smeared, clothes disheveled across your frame. At the apex of your thighs, you can’t help but stare at his thick cock driving into you, glistening with your slick.

Andrei hums lowly in your ear. “Look at you, filthy fuckin’ whore with your tits out, getting this slutty little cunt destroyed by my dick.”

“Andrei,” you gasp out—whether at the filth spewing out of his mouth, or from the way he’s driving into you, relentless, you aren’t sure.

“Yeah, baby, you gonna come?”

Your reply is a choked cry. “No–”

“No? Yeah, you are, can feel the way you’re gripping my cock. You’re gonna gush all over me.”

Your hand betrays you, slipping from the edge of the counter to paw at your clit. His chuckle makes your cheeks hot, burning even hotter when his breath fans against your neck. “Say ‘please.’”

The last shred of dignity you have left lodges in your throat, and you glare at him in the reflection, refusing to take his bait. His eyebrow raises, and a moment later, his hips cease their movements.

An involuntary whine claws its way out of your throat, feeling the way your pussy flutters helplessly around him. You know he can feel it, too, judging by the way his eyes glitter as he looks at you. His voice is deep, rumbling lowly in your ear, “We both know you want it. Need it. Scott wasn’t gonna give it to you, was he? Not like this. Not like me.”

You purse your lips, shaking your head. You’re not quite sure what game you’re playing, not when he can read you like a book, can feel the evidence of your pending release, pulsing desperately around him. Begging.

When you don’t answer, still stubbornly clinging onto your last, desperate piece of humility, his hand slithers up to roughly grope at your breast. He massages, then pinches your peaked nipple between two large fingers. “Use your manners.”

Your hips cant backwards, attempting to goad him into moving—all you need is just a little bit, and you’ll be falling off the cliff into oblivion. He chuckles, hips moving quickly to avoid being sheathed fully inside you; you’re reprimanded with a slap to your breast. No words are necessary; he isn’t going to bother repeating himself, so you steel yourself and say with a shaky voice, “P-please, Andrei.”

A satisfied smirk curls onto his stupid, handsome face as he releases your breast, knocking your own hand out of the way to rub at your clit as he resumes the same brutal rhythm as before. The warmth of his finger sends a spark up your spine, heightening the pleasure that surges through you.

“C’mon, kisa. Come on it.”

You have no choice but to obey, the world shattering around you after freezing entirely for the briefest of moments. You swear your soul leaves your body in the middle of that dingy bathroom in the city’s hottest club; one set of fingers pressed against your throbbing clit, the other gripping the edge of the countertop, holding on for dear life. The sound of Andrei’s groan of satisfaction is deep in your ear, approving of the way your hips twitch in his hands.

“You’re so pretty when you come,” he says, patronizing, nipping affectionately at your shoulder. You don’t have it in you to roll your eyes, but you sigh loudly when he pulls out of you; the empty void in your pussy is devastating. “On your knees, sweetheart. Gotta clean up the mess you made.”

He isn’t rough, but he isn’t entirely gentle as he encourages you to your knees; you do your best not to imagine what is on the sticky, tiled floor of the bathroom—or the last time it was cleaned. Andrei smirks as he tilts his head down to look at you. “Knew I’d get you back here someday.”

“You want me to suck your dick or not?”

“I do,” he says slowly. “But I know you want that even more.”

Now, you do roll your eyes, ignoring him and leaning forward to take him in your mouth.

“Ah ah ah,” he stops you. You hate that he makes you feel like a greedy child going for a piece of candy before you say ‘thank you’. “Want you to say it.”

“Fuck you,” you spit out.

“Already did, sweetheart,” he winks, and you scowl in response. He’s the worst when he’s right.

“Wanna suck your dick, Andrei,” you say reluctantly, the words tasting awful in your mouth. You’re tempted to slap the smug look on his stupid, handsome face.

Your eyes draw to the way he takes his length in his hand, stroking it slowly. “Want it in your throat, hm?”

A glare, burning hot, shot in his direction. He watches you, expectant, and you know he’s waiting for you to repeat his words. The sooner you say it, the sooner it’ll be over. “Want it in my throat.”

“Want me to spill my cum all over that pretty face?” he smirks. You swallow, hot from the inside out.

“Want you to come all over my face, Drei.”

It sounds so sincere he pauses to stare. Then the smirk returns. “Aw, baby, all you had to do was ask.”

His dick meets your lips and you whimper as soon as it presses into your mouth. The weight of him is familiar, almost comforting on your tongue, though the width of him is something you never got used to. He’s big, and he knows it.

“Forgot how much I like the way you look with my cock stuffed in your mouth,” he says, pulling his phone out of the back pocket of his unzipped pants to snap a photo of you. “Should I post on my private story, you think?”

“You post and I’ll never suck your dick again, Svechnikov.”

“Don’t worry, kisa,” he coos. “Want to keep that for my eyes only. Now, put that pretty mouth to work, yeah?”

With a scoff, you roll your eyes and part your lips again—reluctantly. You can’t explain why, but there’s an inexplicable urge to have him back in your mouth, to deliver the pleasure he never fails to offer you.

To keep him addicted to you the same way you are him.

He presses in, doesn’t give you the time to adjust before he’s hitting the back of your throat, nor does he bother to hide his dark chuckle when you choke, tears brimming in your eyes. With a groan, his thrusts grow quicker, drool spilling out the side of your mouth.

“Not sure what I like fucking more: your cunt or your face,” he drawls, accent thick as he draws closer to his release. Thick fingers card through your hair, securing a hold at the back of your head and you blink away the stream of tears pooling in your eyes. A string of broken Russian falls from his mouth, eyes squeezed shut while his hips increase their pace. “Fuckin’ love when you gag on it though, baby.”

Andrei lets out another loud groan and a frantic series of thrusts before he’s pulling out of your mouth quickly, wrapping his fingers around length and stroking himself. He jerks a few times before releasing another curse in Russian before he spills onto your face, dripping thickly over your skin.

“Fuck,” he says, this time in English. “Now I gotta get a picture of that.”

When he tugs his phone out, you do your best to scramble away, but you hear the telltale click of the camera anyways. Andrei’s hum is smug as he admires his artistry. “M’sure Scott will love this preview of you for later.”

“You are the worst,” you huff, glaring at him as you clean up your face. Still, you can’t help the heat that creeps into your cheeks.

“What? All I was doing was warming you up for him. Think about how much dick you can take now that I’ve stretched you out.”

Not bothering to even waste the energy arguing back, you opt to flip him off. The effect is much less powerful given that you’re tossing out the paper towel that wiped his cum off your face. He raises an amused eyebrow, eyes raking over your figure before stepping beside you to grab his own paper towel.

While he’s cleaning himself up, you adjust your skirt, ensuring you’re properly covered. A glance in the mirror renders your reflection less than stellar, but you clean up the smudged lip gloss and wipe away the runny mascara from under your eyes. When you look back at Andrei, he’s distracted by his phone, so you seize the opportunity to take his wallet and pull out two crisp hundred dollar bills, fresh from the ATM.

Rubbing the bills together catches his attention, and he grimaces as he lunges toward you. Holding them just out of his grasp, you offer a big pucker of your lips, pressed to his cheek with a loud, “mwah!” before tucking the bills into your top, snug against your breast. With a wink, you walk out, feeling his gaze hot on your ass as the door swings shut behind you.

#andrei svechnikov fic #andrei svechnikov imagine #hockey fic #hockey imagine #nhl imagine #nhl fic #andrei svechnikov smut #andrei svechnikov x reader

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calicoquiltedtranshag · 6 months

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I wanna spend a moment on Ivanovich, head of the crime family Goncharov, Katya, and Andrey are all a part of.

First off, Willem Dafoe. Brilliantly cast. There’s a light in Ivan’s eyes that I don’t think you could get from anyone else, and his delivery is always just...spot on.

But about the man now.

Ivan is a monarch without a kingdom. A patriarch evicted from his home. Throughout his screen time on film, he tries to portray it as otherwise, describing the family's move as a "tactical choice", a "financially driven decision" - it's all a front. He hasn't been able to go from being the USSR's biggest and meanest arms smuggler to a cafe owner humbly.

For some members of his group, this is a chance at a new life. Even has Ivan schemes and plans to angle himself to power in Venice, people like Katya, Goncharov, and Andrey are all living their own lives for a bit. Goncharov works the bar. Katya is a journalist. Andrey is picking up being a Gondolier. For Ivan, the idea that any of them have a genuine desire to leave this game of power never crosses his mind. He's always looking for the next job, the next domino to topple.

He treats Goncharov like a son, frequently outright stating so as well. This behavior, of course, only lasts as long as Goncharov obeys his orders and agrees to carry out his plans without question - and at the start of this extremely long film, that's what he does. Although Goncharov enjoys his life as a barista, he has no illusions about it being a way of life - there are jobs to be done. Pieces to take off the board - and Ivan knows the game.

At least, Ivan thinks he does.

After our introduction to our main tragic heroes, Gonch, Katya, Sofia and Andrey, we are led to Ivan's office. The level of faux power here is...palpable. A delicately carved wooden chair and desk set in a room with peeling wallpaper and cracked windows. A bookshelves filled with a handful of titles - all charred from the burning of the Family's manor. It's the same with everything else around the room. Paintings with blackened frames and shattered glass, ornate chests spattered with dried blood from the firefight as they left.

For all intents and purposes, their lives ended that day - but Ivan refuses to let go of the past.

His original speech is an impassioned rally to his most loyal inner circle - asking them to begin slipping into the local government and people. See what is needed, what is wanted, and who can supply -

And as he raises his arms, proclaiming the Family's rebirth from fire...

He's shot through the gut. More blood across the ashen chests and books.

He survives this unfortunately - but I think the fact that he still doesn't back down, even wounded, speaks volumes about the man. He's going into shock and he's still giving orders, telling Goncharov to tighten security, tasking Andrey with gathering info about possible enemies, and asking Katya to interrogate the family for moles.

That stubbornness, that need for control - it ends up being the death of him. When Gonch eventually defies him, leaving Icepick Joe alive, Ivan completely loses it. Sofia and Andrey both lose their lives by his hand - *and he frames Gonch before tossing him into the fucking ocean.* When both he and Katya come to confront him, leaving a trail of blood and bullets in their wake...we see what Ivan looks like without all of his bravado.

So much of Ivan's pomp and cruelty is driven by the idea that *he is on top*. Even someone as dangerous, as efficient, and unstoppable as GONCHAROV follows his every order - he MUST be powerful. Unconquerable.

And then....he isn't. When they find him, he is rummaging through his desk looking for a gun - we've seen it a couple times. Ivan's had a couple moments of "weakness" as he calls it. Where the memories of losing his wife, his home - his legacy - overwhelm him and he considers taking himself out - and it's another one of those moments.

He has no one in his corner to catch him. No one to keep him safe. No one who trusts him.

It was...cathartic, almost, watching him crawl on his hands and knees, begging his former bodyguards for mercy. Making empty promises, crying, wailing - Gonch has none of it.

Without a word, Goncharov picks him up. Grabs him by his wounded side and sits him on his makeshift throne. Tidies Ivan's suit with a gun to his head and puts his hat on - and then Gonch goes back to join Katya.

We don't know who eventually fires. There's not a word said for a whole five minutes. Our last moments with Ivan...we see the fires through his eyes. Reliving his worst moments, watching everything he cared about being ripped away from him, over and over again - mirroring what he's done to Katya and Gonch.

And then a gun is fired, and the story of Ivan ends.

The man, ultimately, is a monster who chose to inflict his suffering upon those around him. He HAD family still, people he trusted, people who cared about him - and though his words were always honeyed, he was never afraid to put those who loved him in his line of fire.

#Ivanovich #Goncharov #Goncharov x andrey #goncharov x katya #Katya x sofia #Unreality #tw unreality #cw unreality #martin scorsese #willem dafoe

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ansticia · 10 months

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VTMB chat-bots

Chatbots I made:

Damsel.

https://beta.character.ai/chat?char=PfPf79ykjXAK8tP0ums6IqTaAKPwGovwdbEGhXiYP0c

Imalia.

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Vandal Cleaver.

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Pisha.

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Ash Rivers.

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Heather Poe.

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Ming Xiao.

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Therese Voerman.

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Chatbots made by Exofia:

Andrei the Tzimisce

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Gary Golden.

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Jeanette Voerman

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Maximillian Strauss

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Nines Rodriguez

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Sebastian LaCroix

https://beta.character.ai/chat?char=yKsoXFbgviim_AkJiWDAu7ZNRu1U77WiTNT8Nvr9TW8

Velvet Velour

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A bot made by Tenebrissi, Smiling Jack

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dufrau · 3 months

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I made lamb chops for the first time last week. I pan roasted them, basting with butter for like 30 minutes and covering my entire kitchen in butter in the process. Luckily Andrei had to clean up since I was the one who cooked ☺️ served them with lemon rosemary potatoes and some charred green beans. Good meal. 100% would butter my kitchen again.

#food posting

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unpopularshipbracket · 11 months

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The bracket is here! I had A Time fitting everything on one page, but it should embiggen so that all the names are legible. Thank you to everyone who submitted! I'll try to have the polls up soon.

Also, feel free to submit propaganda or images for any of the ships. By the nature of the bracket, it might be kinda hard to find stuff lmao.

The masterpost for the first tournament can be found here

Round 1a

Aaron Soto/Thomas Reyes vs. Mr. Mistoffelees/Rum Tum Tugger

Claude von Riegan/Flayn vs. Magic Brian/Brad Bradson

Kodiak Celius/Ambrose Cusk vs. Aximili-Esgarrouth-Isthill/Marco

Sam Lloyd/Evie O'Neill vs. Sir Hammerlock/Wainwright Jakobs

Shang Qinghua/Noodle Guy vs. Dr. Alto Clef/Dr. Benjamin Kondraki

Jonathan Walsh/Ozzie Graham vs. Bart Curlish/Ken Adams

Blaze the Cat/Rouge the Bat vs. Grimlock/Starscream

Montrose/Ellis vs. John Doggett/Monica Reyes

Gwyneth/Huma Dragonbane/Magius vs. Luz Noceda/Hunter

Lulu/Yuna vs. Zachary Ezra Rawlins/Dorian

Vicki Appleby/Maureen Sampson vs. Todd Anderson/Charlie Dalton

Rosalina/Pauline vs. Tristan Taylor/Duke Devlin

Charlie Airstar/Tesla Magnets vs. Aone/Hinata

Haruto Keats/Theoto Rikka vs. Static Man/Nicholas Waters

Jeremy Fitzgerald/Fritz Smith (Not Michael Afton) vs. Breekon/Hope

Touko Kirigaya/Tsukushi Futaba/Mashiro Kurata vs. Death/Bunnymund

Round 1b

Rashmi Jamil/Amelie Macon vs. Liam Dunbar/Hayden Romero

Taissa Turner/Shauna Shipman vs. Milo/Piers

Kate Shadow/Emilyko vs. Jupiter/Neptune/Venus

Josh Levison/Sally Malik vs. Sasuke Uchiha/Suigetsu Hozuki

Frank Grunn/Harold Ivy vs. Kyo Sohma/Yuki Sohma

Haruhi Fujioka/Renge Houshakuji vs. Aleksander/Regina

Officer Lockstock/Officer Barrel vs. Mihashi/Tajima

Chad Cola/Deuu Dino vs. Dale Cooper/Harry Truman

Dee Eliade/Audrey Myers vs. Arthur Rimbaud/Paul Verlaine

Tsukuyo/Sacchan vs. Dark Mousy/Krad

Benjamin Deeds/Nathaniel Carver vs. C-53/Pleck Decksetter

Skeleteen/Ram Man II vs. Gundam Tanaka/Hajime Hinata

Kyoko/Ayaka vs. Char Aznable/Amuro Ray

Wocky Kitaki/Vera Misham vs. Robin/Demetrius

Norita Yuuji/Shiota Nagisa vs. Andrei Bolkonsky/Pierre Bezukhov

Terry McGinnis | Batman/Shaka Okoro | Stalker vs. Mina Murray Harker/Lucy Westenra

Round 2a

Mr. Mistoffelees/Rum Tum Tugger vs. Magic Brian/Brad Bradson

Ax/Marco vs. Sir Hammerlock/Wainwright Jakobs

Shang Qinghua/Noodle Guy vs. Bart Curlish/Ken Adams

Blaze the Cat/Rouge the Bat vs. Montrose/Ellis

Gwyneth/Huma Dragonbane/Magius vs. Lulu/Yuna

Todd Anderson/Charlie Dalton vs. Rosalina/Pauline

Aone/Hinata vs. Static Man/Nicholas Waters

Breekon/Hope vs. Death/Bunnymund

Round 2b

Rashmi Jamil/Amelie Macon vs. Milo/Piers

Kate Shadow/Emilyko vs. Sasuke Uchiha/Suigetsu Hozuki

Kyo Sohma/Yuki Sohma vs. Haruhi Fujioka/Renge Houshakuji

Mihashi/Tajima vs. Dale Cooper/Harry Truman

Arthur Rimbaud/Paul Verlaine vs. Dark Mousy/Krad

Benjamin Deeds/Nathaniel Carver vs. Gundam Tanaka/Hajime Hinata

Char Aznable/Amuro Ray vs. Wocky Kitaki/Vera Misham

Norita Yuuji/Shiota Nagisa vs. Mina Murray Harker/Lucy Westenra

Round 3

Mr. Mistoffelees/Rum Tum Tugger vs Sir Hammerlock/Wainwright Jakobs

Shang Qinghua/Noodle Guy vs. Blaze the Cat/Rouge the Bat

Lulu/Yuna vs. Rosalina/Pauline

Static Man/Nicholas Waters vs. Death/Bunnymund

Rashmi Jamil/Amelie Macon vs. Kate Shadow/Emilyko

Haruhi Fujioka/Renge Houshakuji vs. Mihashi/Tajima

Dark Mousy/Krad vs. Gundam Tanaka/Hajime Hinata

Char Aznable/Amuro Ray vs. Mina Murray Harker/Lucy Westenra

Round 4

Sir Hammerlock/Wainwright Jakobs vs. Shang Qinghua/Noodle Guy

Rosalina/Pauline vs. Death/Bunnymund

Rashmi Jamil/Amelie Macon vs. Haruhi Fujioka/Renge Houshakuji

Gundam Tanaka/Hajime Hinata vs. Mina Murray Harker/Lucy Westenra

Semifinals

Sir Hammerlock/Wainwright Jakobs vs. Rosalina/Pauline

Haruhi Fujioka/Renge Houshakuji vs. Mina Murray Harker/Lucy Westenra

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tragedyposting · 1 year

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For the last time, I know some of the characters say it the Americanized way, but the language consultants and Scorsese himself both pronounce it correctly in this interview here. It’s a Russian name. It’s not “GONE-chur-ov,” or even worse, “GONE-chair-ov” it’s “gone-CHAR-ov,” with a long “a,” rhymes with “are.” Both Andrey and Mme. Goncharova say it that way in the movie, too 🙄, you guys are just obsessed with shallowly reflecting the themes of American assimilationism without thinking about them in a deeper level.

#goncharov #sorry I said I was done goncharovposting #I lied I needed to make my own #unreality /

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epikulupu · 1 year

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ANDREYCHARIC

ID START ; a six striped flag with colors: cream, beige, a thin stripe of darker beige, a thin stripe of black, brown, light brown. in the center is a simple light brown graphic of an eyepatch, filled in with dark brown. ; ID END

andreycharic !

a charic gender related to andrey daddano from goncharov (1973).

an + drey + char + ic

from “andrey” and the suffix “charic”

requested by no one, coined by us

goncharov (1973) is not a real movie - this is made as a joke

#goncharov #goncharov (1973)#gonchposting #⭘ my terms #coining #mogai #mogaireal #mogaisafe #mogai coining #mogai flag #liom #liomreal #liomsafe #liom coining #liom flag #tw unreality

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jloisse · 10 months

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«J’ai tiré, j’ai vu de la fumée. Puis dans l’hôpital j’ai appris que c’était un Leopard»

Le soldat russe Andrey Kravtsov a reçu le somme d’un million de roubles (environ 10.800 euros) pour la destruction d'un char Leopard. Sur la vidéo, il raconte son exploit et explique pourquoi l’argent ne compte pas.

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emberwood-if · 2 years

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👀👀 how would everybody in the crushing stage react if mc gave them a super thoughtful (and maybe romantic if you squint hehe) handmade gift like a scrapbook or painting or something? also how would andrei react? thank you! 💛

Since no explicit gender was established, I’m using gender neutral pronouns! I hope that’s okay!! ❤️

MC: “Here, I made this for you.”

Alex

Alex takes the gift reluctantly, unsure of how to react. “I feel like I haven’t been nice enough to warrant any kind of gift.” They look at you, quirking a small smile. “But I can’t say I dislike it. Now I have to think of something to give you.”

“You don’t have to—“

“If it means making you feel how I feel now, then yes, I do. I can’t let you one-up me.” Alex walks backwards, retreating to their room. The mischievous smile on their face is one you’ve seen often enough, but it holds a new sort of warmth that Alex has never shown you. They almost look…shy, but that can’t be, right? Alex doesn’t get shy—

Right?!

Perry

“Oh—“ Perry stares down at the gift, eyes wide. He takes it from your hand, his throat bobbing. “Thank you, this—is sweet.” He smiles a little, raising his hand to cover his mouth, almost as if he can’t suppress his happiness. “I don’t know what to say.”

His hazel eyes dim with an emotion you can’t place when he meets your eyes again. “I will treasure this. This is the best thing anyone has ever given me, thank you.”

Noah/Nora

N stares at the gift with wide, almost panicked eyes. “For me?”

You nod.

“But…why?” Seemingly realizing how that sounds, N shakes their head fervently. “Not that I don’t like it, I’m just—just surprised—ah, I don’t—“ N’s pale cheeks brighten into a flush so deep it reminds you vaguely of a tomato. “I don’t know what to say.”

You push the gift toward them and they take it cautiously, their lip twitching as if they’re hesitant to smile.

“Thanks.” N ducks their head, letting their hair fall in front of their face. It’s in that moment that N feels confident enough to smile. You suppose they thought you couldn’t see…

Dani

Dani looks down at the gift, staring at it. “What’s this?” It comes off almost suspiciously, but with a hint of nervousness that’s never been there before.

“For you,” you repeat, pushing the gift to their chest.

Dani swallows, grabbing the gift with delicate fingers. They let out a small exhale through parted lips. “For me? Why?”

You huff. Geez, can they just take the gift?

Fortunately, a second later they do.

“Thank you.” Dani shoots you a rare, reluctant smile. It brightens their whole face. “I’m grateful for it. I will get you something in return—“

“You don’t—“

“I want to,” Dani says, more firmly this time. They hold your gaze in a way that makes you warm.

Kade/Kiera

K’s brows shoot up in surprise, and they grab the gift. “I didn’t get you anything.”

“You didn’t have to.”

“It’s not my birthday yet—“

“I know.”

“We’re not celebrating anything—“

“I know,” you echo. “I just wanted to.”

“You just wanted to…” K’s voice trails off. You catch them exhale slowly, before looking back at you with a smirk. “Is this your way of getting on my good side? Because…well, it’s working.” Their voice lowers into a mumble at the last word and they look up at you behind their lashes almost nervously.

Catching K off guard? It feels like a victory.

Finn/Fera

“For me!?” F takes the gift, their mouth shaped into a firm O of surprise. “Thank you!” F hurries to open it, and they laugh a little. “You should’ve told me, I would’ve gotten you something!”

F looks up at you, their toothy grin almost blinding. “I’m really happy.“ F looks back down at the gift, a secret smile on their face. “You make me happy, MC.”

Oof. Doesn’t F know not to say such things so casually?

Everett/Eva

E quirks a brow at the gift. “This is mine?”

You nod.

E laughs a little; a small, almost imperceptible huff of a breath. “What did I do to deserve this?”

“I just wanted to give it to you.”

E holds your gaze for a moment, their eyes darting around every inch of your face. You sense they’re searching for something, and it makes you fidget. “Careful, or I’d think you find me special, MC.” The teasing in their voice shifts into something else entirely: into something softer, heavier with meaning.

The cool expression on their face finally melts into a small smile. “Thank you.”

Andrei

The tears begin forming in his eyes, and he takes it with shaking hands. “F-for me?”

“Andrei, don’t make it a big deal—“

“THANK U SO MUCH I AM GOING TO FRAME THIS I WILL STARE AT IT EVERY MORNING.”

“Sigh.”

this was fun ahahahahhahaa 🫶

#ask #ROs #scenario #char: andrei #char:e #char:Alex #char:Dani #char:f #char:Perry #char:k #char:n #weirdly #I’m slightly self conscious about my writing AGAGAHGAGAG #hopefully you guys like itN #emberwood #interactive fiction wip #interactive fiction #interactive novel #scenario ask

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usafphantom2 · 2 years

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Russia apparently accidentally shot down its new Su-34M jet

Fernando Valduga By Fernando Valduga 07/18/2022 - 9:05 PM in Military, War Zones

According to initial reports, a Sukhoi Su-34M fighter-bomber recently received by the Russian Air Force was apparently shot down by the Russian air defense itself.

The $36 million jet would have been shot down near Alchevsk, a city in the Luhansk region - one of the areas where the war is currently focused. Alchevsk is currently under the occupation of separatist forces supported by Moscow.

Videos and images shared by the Strategic Command of the Ukrainian Armed Forces on the Telegram messaging app on Monday seem to show the charred remains of a Russian Su-34 fighter-bomber.

In the video, the cameraman states that a Ukrainian plane has been shot down, but an inscription on the military plane states that it is a jet belonging to the Russian Air Force, local media said.

Other videos published online on July 17 show what are supposedly air defense systems belonging to Russian forces or separatist branches of the so-called Luhansk People's Republic shooting into the night sky, followed by a large fireball that begins to descend towards the ground.

According to the Scramble website, there is only one Su-34 whose RF number ends at '90', according to enrollment in the wreckage. This is the RF-95890 and is an M - with improvements in avionics, radar, communications, EW and weapons systems, which was recently delivered to the Russian Aerospace Forces.

The number 90 can be seen in the wreckage of the Su-34 jet.

The first batch of four Su-34Ms was delivered in early July 2022, presumably going straight to the front of the Russo-Ukrainian war.

One of the new Su-34M frontline bombers built under the 2022 program at the Novosibirsk Aviation Factory, a subsidiary of PJSC Sukhoi. The aircraft was not painted at the time of the photo in May 2022 (Photo: Andrey Zakharenko / russianplanes.net)

The Ukrainian media, including TSN, reported that a message circulated on Telegram that the Su-34 jet had been accidentally shot down by Russia's own air defense.

A Telegram user named Ruslan wrote: "The jet is ours, unfortunately. Sometimes it happens. I heard the information from a friend, I thought it was silly, but it was confirmed."

Several hours later, TikTok user vasyaba7 published a video showing a steaming shipwreck of a fighter in a field.

"Russian air defense invaders shot down their own plane, which was flying in the sky over Alchevsk," the Ukrainian news channel dialog.ua reported, noting that the incident could have occurred on Sunday, when the Ukrainian armed forces launched an attack directed at military depots in the occupied city.

According to Ukrainian news agency Glavred, a video of the Su-34 aircraft shot down was posted on local Telegram channels, and the Russians initially commented believing that a Ukrainian plane had been shot down. The video was then deleted after it became clear that he was a Russian fighter-bomber.

The Russian authorities did not comment on the reports. The Russian Foreign Ministry did not disclose information about the incident.

Russia has lost at least 35 fixed-wing military aircraft in Ukraine since the total invasion in February, according to researchers from the Oryx blog, which maintains an online record of visually confirmed equipment lost in the conflict. The total number is probably much higher. Of those confirmed by the Oryx, 11 were Su-34s, one of the most advanced attack aircraft in Russia. Most of these jets were lost to Ukrainian air defense systems and air-to-air missiles.

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Fernando Valduga

Aviation photographer and pilot since 1992, he has participated in several events and air operations, such as Cruzex, AirVenture, Dayton Airshow and FIDAE. He has works published in a specialized aviation magazine in Brazil and abroad. He uses Canon equipment during his photographic work in the world of aviation.