Shadow And Bone Season 1 But It’s Just Memes

Light in the abyss

pairing: aleksander morozova x starsummoner! reader

A princess first. An assassin second. A grisha last.

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star summoner moodboard.

Grishas. Heretics. Monsters. They were interchangeable. And this very ideology; hatred sewn into the Shus' and Fjerdans will be carried on by their heirs. Your curse, your burden, you'd do anything to be rid of it. To be rid of having to adhere to the rancid babbling of your royal advisor. To be rid of the crimson shade that taints your court.

The cursed light. The Fjerdan princess. The star summoner.

How could they all be the same person? In the final ebb of your shameful path to Queenship, you must complete one last task.

Kill the Darkling.

Masterlist:

Prologue (Him and Her)

Part 1 (In the Shadows)

Part 2 (Strawberries & Schemes)

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

more parts coming soon <33

warnings: violence, angst?, aleksander morozova

this is not canon complicit.

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MY ART

"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...

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Ben Barnes as Billy Russo in The Punisher (2017-2019)

Teddy Graham

Summary: You and Wanda had been...well, something since highschool. You considered Wanda a friend, but friends don't do the things you did with Wanda. You never really got the chance to figure out what Wanda was to you before she graduated and left you behind. Fortunately, she makes it clear as day when you meet again in college.

Warnings: Drug usage (just weed), pet names, smut, corruption kink(?), fingering, strap ons, possessive behaviors, drug usage during sex, please tell me if I've missed anything! There are no gendered terms but R does have a vagina.

You and Wanda had an odd relationship, to say the least. The two of you met at a party during your Sophomore year of highschool. Though she was a junior and you'd only got to see each other in the hallways or briefly during lunch, you two go along well. The next year was a bit more complicated. You had two classes together and were able to talk a lot more. You were overjoyed to see her everyday, but your friends were heavily against it. They'd just barely tolerated her present during your Sophomore year and by the time your junior year started , they couldn't stand her and were happy to see her leave.

Where you saw a pretty girl with a soft heart, they saw nothing but a scumbag with a weed dependency. Wanda wouldn't deny it either. She was no good for you. You were innocent. You trusted too easily and saw the good in even the worst people, she understood why your friends were so keen on keeping you away from anything they deemed dangerous. Too bad that only made Wanda want you more.

It wasn't always a sexual want. When you two first met she just assumed it was just one of those things where upperclassmen "adopted" their underclassmen. She didn't remember exactly what it was that made her crave you in that way. Maybe it was watching you struggle to straddle during a game of truth or dare. It could've been those few short kisses you two shared during seven minutes in heaven that one time. It didn't really matter. What did matter was that Wanda made a promise to herself. If she couldn't have you to herself, she'd make sure to ruin you for anyone else.

Yet again, your innocence got the best of you. You were so excited to hang out with Wanda you didn't question a thing. It didn't bother you that no one was home. You didn't think twice when she'd locked her bedroom door. You were eager to sit in her lap when she offered. You didn't bat an eye when her hands began to roam under your shirt. Your only complaint was when Wanda finally snapped and pinned you down to the bed. Even then, your only concern was that you didn't know how to kiss someone. So, she taught you. Her sweet little bear was so happy to learn. She would've taken you right then and there had you not gotten so overwhelmed.

Unfortunately, things had quickly gone south your senior year. Distance plus packed schedules made it nearly impossible to keep talking. Not only that, the tension between Wanda and your friends had finally boiled over. They never stopped you from speaking to her, but they successfully shamed you out of even texting her in private. Wanda eventually let go. She assumed it'd just be some highschool fling she'd get over later in life.

Yet, there you were, standing in the corner of a frat house while everyone around partied their hearts out.

She did a double take the first time she laid eyes on you. Your locs had gotten longer and you'd dyed your hair, but it was still you. Even after a year and a half, you still greeted her with that same overenthusiastic wave like you did in highschool.

"Hey, sweet bear, long time no see?" Wanda had expected you to be a bit distant at first. Maybe she'd get a side hug and generic smile. She was not expecting you to flash her the brightest smile and nearly tackle her into a full blown hug. She cracked a smile and gently rubbed your shoulders. "Yeah, I missed you too."

You couldn't control the smile on your face. "I'm sorry, it's just that- wow this is crazy! I haven't seen you in forever and I didn't even know you went here, it's just, ah!" You pulled away from her and looked into her eyes. "Oh right," You let go and motioned towards the boy standing next to you. "This is Scott, he was the senior I got grouped up with during disorientation!"

Wanda couldn't help but pull you closer. "I wish you would've told me you were coming, I wouldn't have let you roam around campus by yourself." Her arms wrapped around your lower waist. "I think you and I have a lot to catch up on, don't you think?"

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It didn't take long for Wanda's obsession to resurface. She couldn't help it, really. You'd just fallen right back into her arms and the two of you had quickly gone back to your old ways. It was much better the second time. No one could take you away from her anymore. All she had to do was claim you. Of course, with no competition around, she found herself taking her sweet time with it. There was no harm in teasing you a bit.

When Wanda invited you over for dinner that night, it was just so she had an excuse to take care of you. Really, she just wanted you to have a nice home cooked meal and cuddle up after an exam. She couldn't help but toy with you when she saw you toy with her rolling tray.

"What, you've never seen weed before?" Wanda sat down on the couch across from you. She watched as you naturally scooted closer. Her arms snaked around your waist.

You shook your head and rested your head on her shoulder. "You were the only one I knew that smoked and I never went to parties after you left." The second Wanda didn't reprimand you for your nosiness, you began to open the little baggie. A quick sniff was all it took to send you into a coughing fit. You handed back the bag and covered your nose. "I don't like how it smells."

Wanda took the bag from you and patted her lap. "Come on, I'll show you how to roll." Her legs spread and let you get comfortable for a bit. She bit the inside of cheek to stop herself from commenting on your obedience. "I know it seems hard, but my sweet bear will make me proud." She leaned forward to grab the grinder, making sure to press her breast against your back.

You let out a sharp exhale through your nostrils, but kept quiet. You ran your fingers over the bear engraved on the top. "So, did you buy this because of me or have you always had a thing with bears?" A giggle escaped your lips despite the pinch Wanda gave you. You let the older woman place a few nuggets in the grinder. "So I just push down and twist?"

Wanda's hands interlocked with yours and guided you to the proper motions. "Don't push, it'll break apart weird and won't grind right." She whispered her instructions right into your ears, letting her accent slip just enough to get squirm. After a bit of twisting Wanda opened the bottom of the grinder. "Awe look at that, you did amazing." She nuzzled into the side of your neck. "Can you open up that cigar for me?"

You slowly picked up the cigar and the razor blade. Thankfully, Wanda could sense your nervousness and guided you through the process of cutting it open. Your eyes wide when Wanda pushed the empty paper towards your mouth. You hesitantly ran your tongue across the paper. For a moment, you watched Wanda. Let her fill the wrap and reroll it with ease. All you had to do was bend down and lick again.

Wanda leaned forward and grabbed the lighter. She ran the flame down the side a few times before she turned the top towards you. "Wanna hit?" She chuckled darkly, feeling you tense up in her lap. "Don't worry, I won't pressure you." She gently tapped your thigh signalling for you to move. "I'm sure the food is done by now, just relax for now."

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Wanda was in your head. She had you right where she wanted you. You were desperate for her touch. She hoped the first time was a little more romantic. Ideally, it would've been after a nice date. When you were all giddy and relaxed, she'd pull you close and have you the way she wanted. She couldn't tell if that was the weed or the romanticism talking.

"Do you remember the last time I had you in my room like this," She asked softly. Wanda took the blunt from between your lips and took a puff from it. She let the smoke out rush over your face and watched you squirm hopelessly. "I taught you how to kiss, you were so cute."

You had gotten a lot cuter. It was as if everything she loved had increased tenfold. "Have you gotten any better?"

A familiar burn worked its way across your face. It was embarrassing when anyone asked about your sex life. "I mean…I never really got a chance to try after that." The gentle warmth of Wanda's hand on your arm eased your nerves but did nothing to the hot pit in your stomach. Wanda never failed to make you feel that way. You thought it was wrong at first. Wanda was just a friend. People don't think about their friends the way you thought about Wanda.

Before you could get lost in your head, she kissed you.

The way you two kissed was so natural. Your lips move in sync with Wanda's. You opened your mouth just the way she liked when she bit your lip. Your legs wrapped around her waist and pulled her closer, just how she taught you. She overwhelmed you, but you enjoyed it. Wanda knew your body like the palm of her own hand. She groped you in all the right places and dominated you with such ease. You couldn't help but melt underneath her.

"Awe, you're so good for me. You haven't forgotten a thing." It was hard to go slow with you. The urge to grind against you so you'd feel the strap she hid under her sweatpants just so she could see you stutter and beg was too strong. Her thumbs rubbed small circles on your hips. "I've waited so long to have you like this." She tugged down your shorts and immediately zeroed in on the dark circle on your underwear.

You nervously closed your legs. Wanda gently pushed open your legs and situated herself between them. "I'm sorry, it's just…I'm a little nervous." A shiver went down your spine when you caught Wanda's hungry stare. You'd seen it a few times. It was only ever brief glimpses. Maybe you'd been a little too antsy in her lap or too friendly with some boy she'd never met. It was a little scary, but you liked it.

Wanda ran her hands up and down the side of your thigh. "Don't be shy, sweet bear. I promise I won't tell anyone about this, it can be our little secret." Her thumb immediately found your clit and began rubbing circles around it. She let her fingers go lower and press against your entrance over the fabric. "You're gonna take me so well."

You watched nervously as Wanda removed your underwear. "Can you take something off too, this is really embarrassing." Your eyes followed Wanda's hands as they moved from your hips to the hem of her shirt. Your hand reached out slowly only for you to quickly bring it back to your side.

"No, it's okay, you can touch." Wanda grabbed your hand and placed it on breast and squeezed. A moan escaped her lips when you rolled her nipple just the way she liked. She leaned forward and began grinding against your core. One of her fingers eased itself inside of you with nearly no resistance. "Oh, you're gonna take me so well,"She said with a husky voice.

You shuddered and rushed to cover your mouth. You'd touched yourself before, but Wanda's fingers were much longer than yours. They reached deep inside and made quick work of you. The coil in your stomach grew tighter as Wanda spoiled you with another one of her fingers. She spread them apart before pistoning them inside you at a steady pace. "Please, please, please," You begged when Wanda began to pull her fingers out of you.

"Shh, I'll give you whatever you want but you have to be patient." Wanda pulled down her pants and let the dildo spring out. She ran the tip up and down your slit just to watch you squirm. She collected more of your slick on her fingers and used it to coat the length between her legs. Her hands moved to the backs of your thighs and pushed them forward. "Now, be a good bear and keep your legs wide open for me, okay?"

You nodded obediently and held the back of your knees. It was an uncomfortable position. Your body had never stretched in such a way. The only solace you received was a few kisses and the soft promise that Wanda would help once she filled you up. "O-oh wow, that's big," You forced out through gritted teeth. You were thankful for the few moments Wanda gave you to adjust to the new form of intrusion.

Wanda stiffly leaned over and put the blunt in your lips. "Just take a puff, it'll help you relax." She stroked your hair and placed a gentle on your lip as you took a puff. She placed the blunt back on the nightstand and held your thighs again. The first thrust was dreadfully slow and shallow. Wanda continued at that pace until you began whimpering. "Oh, you're such a needy thing."

"Can't help it," You whispered softly. You whimpered again as Wanda finally bottomed out. The sensation of being stretched out was orgasmic in itself. Your hips rocked forward in a desperate attempt to meet her thrusts. Wanda had gone a little deeper, but her pace was still slow. "Fuck, Wanda, that feels so good."

Wanda's thumb slowly rubbed circles against your clit. "I'm gonna be the only one to see you like this, understand?" The possessiveness inside her only grew the more you begged for her touch. She finally got you. You were her needy little sweet bear and she could do whatever she wanted to you. "I've waited for so long to have you and now you're mine forever."

Your heart swelled. It probably wasn't normal to be turned on by such words. Maybe it was the weed, but you couldn't deny how hot it was. To finally understand what all those dark stares meant. It was arousing. "Hnng, fuck, Wanda I'm yours. I'm all yours I promise!"

Wanda struggled to keep herself calm. She wanted to ravage you. Mark you up and slut you out like no tomorrow. She knew you wouldn't be able to handle it just yet. "I'm gonna make you my slutty little teddy bear and you're gonna love every second of it, aren't you?" One calculated thrust into your gspot and you've tumbled over the edge into an orgasm.

A moan ripped through your throat. The quiet whimpers were replaced with yelps and other noises you'd never made before. Your eyes clamped shut. as your orgasms racked over your body. Wave after wave of endless pleasure as Wanda continued to guide you through your first orgasm.

Wanda took note of the way your eyebrows knitted together and pulled out. "Shh, we're done now sweet thing. Just relax." She lowered your legs and messaged them a bit. Finishing up with only one orgasm hadn't satisfied her in the slightest, but she needed to go step by step. "Come on, let's get you cleaned up."

You stretched your arms out and wrapped them around Wanda's neck. You let her guide you to the bathroom and sit you down on the toilet as she prepped your bath. A fuzziness had formed around your head and clouded your thoughts. You were in no capacity to speak, let alone think for yourself.

"Who would've thought, my sweet bear's a light weight."