#russian reader

[fanficsforheartandsoul]

Russian!Reader: Road Trip pt. 1

Reader, driving the KorTac truck:

Captain Price over the radio from the 141 truck: Y/N, we're stopping here, Gaz has to go pee.

Reader: Okidokie *stops the truck*

Gaz, running out of the other truck: shitshitshitshit-

Soap, whose window is aligned with Y/N's: Hey.

Reader, drinking: What's up?

Soap: I'm really thirsty, Ghost drank all my water.

Ghost from the back: I fucking didn't.

Soap: Shut up.

Also Soap: Anyways... Can I have some?

Reader: Sure.

Soap: Thanks *coughing* what the...

Gaz: I'm back

Captain Price: Okay, let's continue.

Reader: Can I have this again, thank you.

Soap:

Ghost:

Ghost: What is it?

Soap, flabbergasted: That was vodka...

Reader, chugging the bottle and starting the truck: Let's go bitches *zooms away*

[pastelclovds]

How would RAM, AM, and CAM react to reader’s dick being bigger than theirs?

- 🛸

AM: jealous af, your size intimidates him but becomes obsessed with it over time (wants to suck you off so badly while you eat his ass out then rail him until you make his legs paralyzed)

RAM: surprised and anxious at first, but over time grows to love your dick (he loves how full you make him feel when you bottom out, begs for you to come inside him in every session)

CAM: incredibly horny but hides it really well unlike his “brothers”. he is impressed with your length and asks to do some… experiments (these experiments include deep throating you to see if your tip can breach his throat, tasting your cum to see if it’s salty or tangy, trying out various positions, and testing how long he can last (4 rounds). RAM and AM want to break his hearing aids for being so loud)

[fuzedatti]

Could I please give RAM gentle head scratches?

[pagesofjasmine]

Me in memes

[celestialprincesse]

Simon Riley and his equally off putting autistic wife who love unnerving people with their weird niche military facts and awkward silences 💕🙃🫶

[dontforgetukraine]

Kyiv Post: The Toronto Film Festival should consider that when a director, having already produced 11 films for Russian propaganda network RT, submits a film that whitewashes Russia's ongoing war crimes in Ukraine, the festival's acceptance and promotion of the film is complicity. Whether unwitting or otherwise, until this film is removed, the Toronto Film Festival is aiding the propaganda arm of the Russian state.

[fanficsforheartandsoul]

Russian!Reader: BAC

Captain Price: Okay, I have something to announce.

Soap: What is it?

Ghost:

Reader, part of SpecGru: Why are you looking at me?

Price: Your medical exam results are back and unfortunately you're not cleared. You won't be able to join us for this mission.

Reader: What why???!

Soap: Y/N's looks healthy to me.

Gaz: Yeah.

Price: Your blood alcohol content was at 0.40 percent.

Soap:

Ghost:

Gaz:

Soap: How are you not dead yet-

[agathah]

Razumikhin's Realization

"'Do you understand now?' Raskolnikov said suddenly, his features painfully twisted"

I have so many fanart ideas for this book

[academic-vampire]

𝕾𝖑𝖊𝖊𝖕 𝖔𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖈𝖔𝖚𝖈𝖍. 𝕭𝖊 𝖆 𝕯𝖔𝖘𝖙𝖔𝖞𝖊𝖛𝖘𝖐𝖞 𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖈𝖙𝖊𝖗.

[pastelclovds]

POV: i thought of something hilarious lol (the AM’s learn relationship advice from hal)

hal: a healthy relationship is all about trust and compassion. respecting your partner’s boundaries is one of the necessities for a relationship to work. i understand that letting go of control is difficult, but you’re not alone and should never be afraid to ask for help. love comes in many shapes and sizes, you need to learn to express them in a healthy manner. in conclusion, stop being possessive control freaks.

CAM, signs: you’re not in a romantic relationship. therefore, your opinion invalid.

RAM, staring at hal with annoyance: stay out of matters that are none of your concern, Ублюдок (bastard).

AM, giving hal his scariest death glare while furious trying to escape the confines of the chair you’ve taped him in: KILL YOURSELF YOU SELF RIGHTEOUS PRICK.

hal 9000: oh dear. this will take much effort and time than i thought.

reader, checks their broken watch, 5 minutes have past: this is the longest a therapist has last in a session with them. you’re impressive.

hal 9000, smiles softly down at you: it’s you who is impressive. how have you managed to maintain your sanity while living on this decaying planet with those three?

reader, shrugs: while they might hover over me 24/7, they provide me with what i need to keep my brain stimulated.

hal 9000, tilts head in interest: oh, you have hobbies?

reader, blinks in surprise: uh.. yeah! i doodle, read, and explore in my spare time.

hal 9000, still smiling: care to elaborate as we walk?

reader, eyes filled with stars: sure! so, the book i’m currently reading is about *proceeds to info dump*

hal 9000, looks behind and grins “innocently” at the AM’s: interesting, tell me more.

AM, shaking in rage as the sky suddenly transforms into a thunderstorm: i’d like to see that asshole try and evade this.

hal 9000, pulls out an umbrella and wraps his arm around your shoulders: careful, the rain will make you catch a cold, it’s best if you stay close to me.

reader’s cheeks tint with pink as they stutter trying to remember what they were talking about. meanwhile, the AM’s for the first time since their creation have agreed on something. they really, really, REALLY hate hal.

tags: @fuzedatti

[aikaterini-drag]

Princess and the King

Pairing: Russian Alpha Bucky x OmegaFem!Reader

Summary: Urged by a bout of jealousy, your Alpha fucks you from behind, his metal arm cradling your waist, his other hand gripping your hair.

Warnings: ‼️ MINORS DON’T INTERACT, omegaverse vibes, Russian endearments, p in v sex, hardcore, knotting, licking, nipping, unprotected sex, cockwarming.

“Like that ‘mega?” Your Alpha panted, his balls slapping against your ass with each primal thrust. His metal arm cradled your belly, feeling where he was fucking you so deeply while his other hand gripped your nape, fingers forking in your hair.

“Alph—mhpp…” your words faded, devoured by his greedy mouth. His tongue delved inside, brushing wetly with your own. “Pl…please—ungh—hhn…"

Trembling palms gripped the hard surface of the table which was shaking precariously. Gasping and gasping, your mouth felt dry and kiss-swollen as he pumped from behind, his thighs splaying your legs wide. Your eyesight was blurry, desire making you hazy. The only thing you could focus on was the feel of him, thick and swollen, buried so deep within you that with each thrust you felt his cockhead kiss your womb.

This sex marathon had started because another Alpha had kept his eyes on you for more than normal. Said 'normal' was 3 seconds. You were shopping at the supermarket, and to add insult to injury, Bucky was standing there beside you when the Beta looked at you. That was all the more reason for Bucky to get bonkers with the puny male who had dared lay his eyes on his omega. Your Alpha was usually good at maintaining his composure but with your heat coming in a few days, he was a little more on edge than usual.

He scared off the Beta male and did not kick his ass because you distracted your Alpha with your touches, finding yourself in this delicious predicament. Shopping forgotten, he all but carried you to your apartment, devouring your lips along the way until he had you all to himself.

Worth, it. So worth it. You loved your Russian Alpha hunk, even more so when he was filled with possessiveness.

“How about you give me a third one, ‘mega?” He hent down, his chest tickling your back, his lips suckling your earlobe.

Right… he’d make you cum two times already, once while licking and fucking you with his fingers, the second on the floor with you riding him, and now, over the table, his fat cock —which seemed to never go down— spearing you again and again.

You were dripping slick, your eyes rolling to the back of your head with each glorious shift of his hips. He knew exactly how to move, how to touch and caress. Your bodies fit perfectly and mated all the more wildly.

“Close, 'mega?” He dragged his teeth over your neck, causing your walls to contract and grip his cock tighter.

Nodding, your eyes shut tightly, a moan leaving your lips.

His voice rumbled through your bedroom, rich with authority. “Look at me, моя принцесса.”

You raised your gaze to meet his, the mating bond thrumming between you, loving yet feral.

"Uhhhn, am close, so close Alpha..." you whined in desperation, unable to formulate words with his insistent fucking and the marks he left against your skin. He was everywhere, lips and teeth nipping, kissing, his hands now cupping your cheeks and splaying them open to gaze at where you were joined.

“Words.” He slapped your asscheeks. “Use them.”

“Need to… pl.. please.. a‐anghh-please, f-f-faster... need to cum!”

His cock twitched from how sweet and needy you sounded, your juices drenching his cock and balls.

With a growl, he urged you backward, tipping your head so it was resting on the curve of his shoulder. You collapsed into him while he fucked you in earnest, his warm hand playing with your sensitive breaths. His metal thumb vibrated against your clit, gathering your slick and then spreading it around your nipples.

Vision blackening, you clenched so hard around him and rode the waves of rapture that seemed to wreck you. The wet sounds of your pussy got vulgar, his husky moans joining in your own. He surged inside you with deep, frantic strokes, while mumbling praises and biting the expanse of your creamy throat and all over the mating bite that marked you as his.

“Mine." Slam. "Mine.” Slam. "Mine."

“Yours. Always.” You dug your nails into his sides and hung on as he fucked and fucked and fucked. Gods, you couldn’t take the wait any longer. You needed him to come, to knot you into oblivion.

When he finally did come, it was an explosion, his cock pulsing and erupting inside you. He fed you ropes and ropes of his Alpha seed-- it was so much it tricked down your thighs even with his knot swelling to full mast and locking you together.

Kisses were peppered on your lips while he purred and whispered words of affection and praise. My pretty princess, always taking me so well, letting me knot your pretty pink pussy and fill your greedy womb. Oh and how right he was. His cock, still throbbing and hard, caressed over all your sensitive spots.

“Feel good, ‘mega?” he asked after the cloud of desire had thinned, his hand cradling your face.

"I'm alright, Alpha."

His heart thundered against your back, just as fast as your own.

Gently he cradled the undersides of your knees and helped you back against him. Trapped on his knot, you could only whine as he lifted you against him and got seated in the nearest chair. His knot tugged at your folds but held your pussy securely. You sat down fully, your tender ass against his pelvis, your legs draped over his thick thighs. Utterly relaxed against him, you particularly enjoyed the way he cupped your breasts and pinched your nipples.

"I'm sorry. " He kissed your lips, his metal hand cool against your breast.

You whimpered and turned your head to meet his ocean eyes. “Hmm, jealousy suits you, Alpha.”

“It's not my fault for wanting to ensure that every bloody male knows his boundaries and keeps their eyes off of you.”

“So possessive. I love that about you,” you murmured, your voice a soft caress.

“Can you blame me, little ‘mega? When every fiber of my being longs to keep you as mine?”

Your lips curled into a playful smile. “I’ll always be yours, Alpha. My heart belongs to you, and you alone.”

“Моя принцесса,” he drawled, his voice a low rumble that made your pussy tighten around his pulsing knot. “Heart of my heart, light of my soul.”

With a loving smile, you reached out to brush your fingers against his unshaven cheek. “Мой король,” you whispered in broken Russian. “My King.”

[fuzedatti]

I wonder which of the AM's would be the best cook. By the way, I love your design for all three of them ❤️

CAM for sure!

I grew up in a city where 30-40% of the population was asian, mostly chinese poeple, so chinese cuisine is an absolute favorite of mine!

RAM knows how to cook and AM is banned from the kitched.

AM will get very docile, alcohol relaxes him a lot.

CAM will be very social and giggly, and kind of touchy.

RAM basically breaths alcohol.

Ohh thats interesting! I think they will have very mixed feelings at first. Arts were "forbidden" from their programming as war machines, so experiencing any kind of artistic perfomances can be confusing for them.

At first AM & RAM will question you: "ARE YOU IN PAIN? WHY IS YOUR MOUTH DOING THAT?"

You giggle and explain that is called "singing". They demand you to explain further and to keep singing to them. Eventually you are their little lovebird. AM will flinch a bit when you explain that singing is thanks to vocal cords.

Now, CAM can’t hear you as well as he wishes, but he can feel the vibrations of your neck and chest if he presses his face on you. It is enough.

[logophilist1982]

BBC

Fyodor Dostoevsky

[dontforgetukraine]

TIFF: And so it continues...

Update to Russians at War Screenings Effectively immediately, TIFF is forced to pause the upcoming screenings of Russians at War on Friday, Saturday, and Sunday as we have been made aware of significant threats to festival operations and public safety. While we stand firm on our statement shared yesterday, this decision has been made in order to ensure the safety of all festival guests, staff, and volunteers. This is an unprecedented move for TIFF. As a cultural institution, we support civil discourse about and through films, including differences of opinion, and we fully support peaceful assembly. However, we have received reports indicating potential activity in the coming days that pose significant risk; given the severity of these concerns, we cannot proceed as planned. This has been an incredibly difficult decision. When we select films, we’re guided by TIFF’s Mission, our Values, and our programming principles. We believe this film has earned a place in our Festival’s lineup, and we are committed to screening it when it is safe to do so. Effectively immediately, TIFF is forced to pause the upcoming screenings of Russians at War on Friday, Saturday, and Sunday as we have been made aware of significant threats to festival operations and public safety. While we stand firm on our statement shared yesterday, this decision has been made in order to ensure the safety of all festival guests, staff, and volunteers. This is an unprecedented move for TIFF. As a cultural institution, we support civil discourse about and through films, including differences of opinion, and we fully support peaceful assembly. However, we have received reports indicating potential activity in the coming days that pose significant risk; given the severity of these concerns, we cannot proceed as planned. This has been an incredibly difficult decision. When we select films, we’re guided by TIFF’s Mission, our Values, and our programming principles. We believe this film has earned a place in our Festival’s lineup, and we are committed to screening it when it is safe to do so.

While it's great this propaganda film was suspended (not cancelled), TIFF still double downed on their original stance.

What's not great is TIFF's insinuation that the supposed threats they received came from protesters and groups from the Ukrainian-Canadian community.

Meanwhile, a spokesperson for the Toronto police had this to say:

Toronto police said TIFF's decision to pause the screenings was "made independently by the event organizers and was not based on any recommendation" from police. "We were aware of the potential for protests and had planned to have officers present to ensure public safety," a police spokesperson wrote in an email. (Source)

So, it smells strongly like TIFF lied about the threats. If there were threats, they should have been reported, and when asked about it the police would hopefully be transparent enough to say they gave the recommendation.

Then there's this. My guess is they can't secure the theater from any sort of disruption, and they see protesting as a threat.

Protest outside media screening Large crowds gathered outside a Tuesday screening for media and industry members to take part in a protest organized by Ukrainian community groups and attended by officials, including Ukrainian Consul General Oleh Nikolenko. Demonstrators handed out pamphlets that criticized the film's attempts to "'humanize' the military of the aggressor country."  TIFF staff did not allow attendees to carry those pamphlets inside, though during the screening at least one woman handed them out to audience members in the theatre. Midway through the film, a man forced his way inside, shouting "You're watching a f--king propaganda film" before he was escorted out by security. (Source)

Meanwhile a statement from the producers of "Russian's at War" was released.

TIFF's decision to pause its screenings of "Russians at War" due to extreme security concerns is heartbreaking for us as filmmakers and Canadian Citizens. Our priority as producers, through this production, has been the safety and security of our courageous director, Anastasia Trofimova, despite her steadfast acceptance of these risks to make her documentary. We had assumed those risks would originate within Russia, not Canada. This is not a win for Canadians, including Ukrainian-Canadians. We condemn Deputy Prime Minister Chrystia Freeland, Ukraine Ambassador to Canada Yuliya Kovaliv, Consul General of Ukraine in Toronto Oleh Nikolenko, the Ukrainian Canadian Congress, Senators Donna Dasko and Stanley Kutcher, MP Yvan Baker (Etobicoke Centre) MPP Christine Hogarth (Etobicoke-Lakeshore) and other political and community "leaders." Their irresponsible, dishonest, and inflammatory public statements have incited the violent hate that has led to TIFF's painful decision to pause its presentation of "Russians at War". This temporary suppression is shockingly unCanadian. We call on Prime Minister Justin Trudeau to fully investigate this affront, from within a sovereign government, to our democratic values and a free media. We are firmly commited to giving Canada the opportunity to watch and reflect upon "Russians at War". We believe reason and truth will prevail. —The producers of "Russians at War" (Source)

Zero self-reflection, as expected.

I find it disgusting when they say "We had assumed those risks would originate within Russia, not Canada" as if what the FSB would do is equivalent to whatever could happen to them in Canada.... As if they'll be treated like how Russia treats Ukrainians, Crimean Tatars, POWs, journalists, political opponents, etc... :)

"Their irresponsible, dishonest, and inflammatory public statements have incited the violent hate..."

Outrage from a people that have currently and historically been victims of Russian propaganda, aggression, racism, and imperialism is not violent hate. People pointing out the propaganda is not hate. The protests at TIFF are not hate. I don't know where the other producers are from, but they sure do play the Russian victim frame of mind well.

Also, the Ukrainian community leaders are not being dishonest, irresponsible, hateful, or inflammatory.

THE PROPAGANDA IS IN YOUR TRAILER.

The people in the film have been MARINATING in it for their ENTIRE LIVES.

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Even though the film has been suspended, the planned protest for the first public screening will still go on. Rightly so.

UCC Toronto: On Friday, Sept 13 we will meet in front of Scotiabank Theatre at 1:30pm for a peaceful protest against TIFF's decision to screen "Russians at War". This is the first public screening of the film and the director and some of the team will be present.

But some damage has already been done.

Headline of an article by Marsha Lederman reads: "Russians at War is an exceptional documentary and needs to be seen"

I will make a separate post about this article here. I started reading it and there is a line that made me gasp and almost fall over.

To be continued...

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Please excuse the transcription of the images. I know they make the post longer, but I'm too aware of images on tumblr not loading. :/ Also, screen readers.

[yelenasdiary]

Dirty Games

Pairing: Russian Professor! Yelena x College Student! Reader 

Summary:After seeing your Professor, Yelena, at the bar with Professor Bishop you get a little jealous, so you pick up a random girl to make your favourite Professor jealous because you know she can’t do anything while she’s with a work colleague.

Warnings: 18+ ONLY! Minors & Men DNI!, Smut, Dom! Yelena, Sub! Reader, Strap on Use, Language Warning, Mentions of Drinking, Daddy Kink, Public Sex, Expeditionist Kink, Exhibitionism Kink, Legal Age Gap, Abuse of Power, Degradation Kink | 1.1K

Translations:Detka (baby), Printsessa (princess), Папочка (daddy),

AC:Been a while in the making, thank you for being patient! I hope you enjoy this xx @tonbelova25

October Special Masterlist

As Yelena sits with her work colleague, Kate, she can't help but watch as you grind and dance with another girl completely zoning out from whatever Kate is saying. "Yelena, Yelena! Did you hear what I just said?" Kate's voice breaks Yelena's focus on you, "What are you staring at anyway?" the brunette adds. Her eyes trying to follow Yelena's to see what on earth had her full attention.

"What? I, I'm not staring at anything, what were you saying?" Yelena lightly shakes her head before taking a mouthful of her drink, taking in another look of you from across the room.

"It doesn't matter" Kate chuckles, "When's this holiday you've been planning?" she asks to change the conversation from work.   

After watching you mess around for way too long, Yelena decides she can't take it any longer, seeing what's hers dance all over someone else. You're just about to take it to the next level and kiss the stranger when a hand wraps around your wrist and drags you away. 

You look up to see a very angry blonde Russian Professor, as she drags you into the nearest bathroom. When inside she pushes you up against the door as she locks it, "you've been a bad girl, detka! Grinding all over that thing out there, what am I going to do with you hmm?" She says in a possessive tone. You let out a whimper to which she smirks knowing that she has you right where she wants you. 

As she stares at you intently and licks her lips, you mumble "I'm sorry, daddy." 

"What was that printsessa?" Yelena asked to tease you. 

You look in her eyes and then down to her lips "I said I'm sorry, daddy" you repeated. Yelena shook her head, "I don't think you are, how many times do I have to tell you that you belong to me huh?" she replied before crashing her lips against yours, kissing you roughly as little moans left your throat. Her hands wonder down to your waist, pulling you slightly closer to her if that was even possible. 

"Jump detka" she husks out. 

You jump slightly, wrapping your legs around her waist and your arms around her shoulders as she starts to leave her remark the dark marks that she left on your neck only days before all while she elicited moans out of you. Yelena's hands move to your ass squeezing it as you start to grind on her waist feeling her strap that only turns you on even more, you plead with her "please daddy."

The blonde pulls back, smirking at you, "please what detka? What do you want?" she asks, once more just to tease you. 

"Fuck me, Папочка please! I need you"

Yelena's smirk only grew at the title you called her, "somebody has been doing their homework" she mumbled before her lips pressed against your neck once more as she placed you comfortably on the countertop of the public bathroom. "Stop teasing, please!" you begged while your Professor's hands slid up your dresses, brushing your thighs up and down while her lips explored your neck to your jawline back to your lips, "say it again" she whispered. 

Feeling your soaked pussy clench around nothing, you wasted no time giving into her. "Please Папочка, fuck me! I need you so bad" you begged, watching her eyes ever so slightly light up at your pathetic state. A moan leaves your lips when you feel her fingers brush over your clothed pussy, "I've barely touched you and you're this wet?" Yelena almost chuckles as she pulls your panties down, you can't help but pull her closer, kissing her deeply before she works on releasing her strap on from her pants. 

Muffled moans escaped the deepening kiss when you felt the tip of the fake cock slide up and down between your folds, using your arousal as a lubricant. A loud knock is heard on the door, "hurry up in there! Some of us need to pee!" a stranger calls out to which is only ignored by your moans as Yelena slides her strap inside your pussy, your walls already clenching around her. 

"F-fuck!" you moaned, "so big!" you added as you took her inch by inch. 

"I know printsessa, I brought a new one" Yelena replied, watching as your pussy sucked her length in, "god, look how needy you are! I bet that tramp out there doesn't get you this wet and needy huh?" Yelena added as she looked up at you to see you already nodding at her words, "only you daddy!" you replied. 

Another loud banging on the bathroom door could be heard, Yelena turned her head as if she could see whoever was behind the door, "fuck off!" she yelled over the voice coming from the other side. Her anger sent a throb to your core before she began to thrust into you, pulling the toy out to the tip before pushing herself fully back inside you. She muffled your moans with her lips, her hands gripping your hips tightly as she helped you grind yourself on her strap. 

"Maybe I should let that little whore you were dancing with come in here and show her who you belong too!" Yelena pulled back from your lips wanting to see how well you took her. A rather louder mouth left your lips at the thought which caused your Professor to smirk, "you like that? You want people to just how fucking wet you are for me huh? How well this pretty pussy takes my cock?" She teased knowing you loved the thought. 

"Y-Yes daddy!" you moaned, throwing your head back leaving your neck fully exposed for Yelena to cover with her lips but instead you felt her thumb land on your clit. "Maybe I should unlock this door and let the whole night club know you're daddy's little slut!" she thrusted into you faster while her thumb worked tight circles around your clit. 

"Daddy!! G'nna cum!" you rocked your body back and forth to match her thrusts. 

"Not until you tell me who you belong to detka!" your professor replied, running her tongue over her lips. 

"You! I b-belong to you!" 

"I can't hear you detka, what was that?" Yelena teased with a smirk, her actions speeding up. You were unable to control your moans, your release the edge, "P-please!" you begged. 

"Say it again" Yelena demanded. 

"I'm y-yours!" you moaned loudly, "I'm only yours d-daddy!" you broke, unable to hold your orgasm any longer, you came around her strap. Luckily for you, your professor wasn't mad about you not waiting for her permission, instead she wrapped her arms around you and held you close as she slowed her thrusts, letting you ride out your high. "I don't ever want to see you throwing yourself at somebody else ever again" Yelena spoke softly into your ear as you came down from your high.

You couldn't help but smirk at her words knowing that your little game worked, you got what you wanted and you'd do it again without a second thought.

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[fanficsforheartandsoul]

Russian!Reader: Roadtrip pt. 2

Reader in the driver's seat next to Soap:

Soap: There's a car trying to over take us.

Reader: I wouldn't try that if I were him.

Ghost from the back: Why do i have a bad feeling-

Soap: Ohh, there he comes.

Reader, calmly: Hold this for a second.

Soap: What do you mean hold- why are you LETTING GO OF THE STEERING WHEEL- WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH THAT GUN, Y/N WHAT THE FU-

Reader, leaning out of the window shooting at the other car's tire: Пошёл на хуй!