#Alina thoughts

[alinacecee]

Player 55

Carlos Sainz Jr x reader.

TW: Smut (yet again), brain-rot (again💀), just my hormones talking tbh, maybeeeee bad smut writing, lowkey hate the format too so I guess I can add that, maybeee typing errors and grammar too

Imagine, reader wanting to fuck Carlos as he wears this jersey.

Ferrari had yet again pulled your boyfriend away from you. It was supposed to be a rest week- away from racing, away from media, away from strategies, away from all of it. But of course, they had to call Carlos in to showcase and model some new merch for the upcoming Grand Prix.

Carlos had given you a cursory goodbye with a quick peck on the lips before he dashed off to the factory. It was a good thing he’d been living in the same city in accordance with his contract.

A few hours went by and just like that, it was nightfall. It was nightfall and you had grown increasingly needy for your boyfriend. It was supposed to be date night. You both had planned to cook pasta and binge-watch a new series you had begged him to watch with you.

By now, it was almost half-past midnight. You were sat on the sofa facing the door; arms crossed on your chest, brows scrunched together in a frown, and a deathly gaze towards the door waiting for your boyfriend who had texted over 15 times that he was ‘almost done’ throughout the day.

After 5 more minutes, you hear keys fumbling on the other side of the door and then a breathless Carlos, practically bursting through it.

A breathless, messy-haired, red-in-the-face Carlos with his white pants and what seemed like the new merch that Ferrari had asked him to come in for.

All your anger seemed to have drained away as you saw how the material had laid on your boyfriend’s body. How good it fit him, how it defined his shoulders even more, and how relaxed and lazy it looked on him.

He had been babbling on and on about how sorry he is and how busy it suddenly got but you were busy drooling at how good he looked in the jersey.

You shifted a few times, realizing how wet you got from oggling at your boyfriend before standing up and wordlessly dragging him to your shared bedroom.

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You wasted no time into riding his face, gripping at the jersey for support as you reached your second orgasm from his nose hitting your clot and his tongue inside your dripping pussy.

Not long after, you were riding his cock- still fucked out from his tongue and gripping needily on the piece of cloth that was hanging on to him.

It didn’t take long for Carlos to decide that the jersey was bothering him though. He was just about to take it off when you gripped it harder, muttering as much as you can in your fucked-out state for him to keep it on.

That’s where things took a turn. His face has that shit-eating grin as his pupils- in some other worldly way- had dilated more than you thought they could.

You had been flipped over, him fucking into you from behind like there’s no tomorrow as he’s forcing you to look at yourself in your closet mirror, all fucked-out…in his jersey. The exact same jersey that led you to be in this situation.

“Ay Amor, look how pretty you are- all fucked out, in my jersey, wearing my number. Basically screaming to the world that I own you.”

[stoneshipmapper]

I can't go on. I'm sorry...

[the-witch-of-woods-beyond]

thinking about zoya, who was taught to pray to silent saints and abandoning that faith because she was abandoned first, watching a little mapmaker traipse around in golden gowns in the hallways of the palace where she carved out a home for herself, watching her laugh at the dinner table and sup from painted porcelain plates and wander along the edge of the lake as the sun sets itself to sleep, watching the people of ravka fall to their knees for a girl who can summon the sun and wields their only chance at salvation in two shaking hands and thinking: everyone believes in her but me.

and thinking about alina, who was raised on hunger and pain and greed and an ache in her bones that never went away, watching a girl with a storm for a soul saunter around with the air of someone who knows who they are and always will, watching people cower away when lightning flashes behind her eyes, watching the rare glimpses of the frightened girl who never got to grow up hiding beneath her skin, who cries and screams in silence with a fire brighter than the sun, and thinking: nobody believes in her but me.

[anyataylorjoys]

MAL and ALINA in S2E01 No Shelter But Me

[singt0me]

bikolai lanstov doing the absolute Most and shooting his shot to convince malina to let him be their third 

[jkriordanverse]

With the amount of information the councillors have on everybody, man, the gossip sessions must be crazyyyyyyyyyy

[winters-rose-daughterofcain]

"We want complex female characters"

You guys couldn't handle Lottie Matthews. You couldn't handle Jackie Taylor. You couldn't handle Taissa Turner. Actually you couldn't handle any of the Yellowjackets cast...

You guys couldn't handle Inej Ghafa, you couldn't handle Alina Starkov- hell you couldn't handle a single Grishaverse girls.

You guys couldn't handle Katniss Everdeen. Lucy Gray actually broke your fucking minds.

You guys couldn't handle any girl from Euphoria or Stranger things in any capacity.

You guys could not handle the female characters of motherfucking Bridgerton like- first off that's embarrassing and secondly actually shut up.

Get back to me when you give female characters grace, at least a fucking fraction of empathy and learn what nuance is jfc.

[itstwoamandimcursingyourname]

confession: I love how crazy Aleksander is for Alina. My mewmew had a whole bankrupt country to run. but instead spent the whole trilogy and row chasing after an inexperienced cranky flashlight. And I love him for it

[bettycooper]

#the darkling may live in a thousand moments #i live in this single one right here

[periodcostumefantasylover]

The Darkling + quotes

Book vs Show

That isn't fair. "Fairness!" he laughed. Still she talks of fairness. What does fairness have to do with any of this? The people curse my name and pray for you, but you're the one who was ready to abandon them. I'm the one who give them power over their enemies. I'm the one who will free them from the tyranny of the king. And give them your tyranny in return. Someone has to lead, Alina. Someone has to end this. Believe me i wish there was another way. He sounded so sincere, so reasonable, less a creature of relentless ambition than a man who believed he was doing the right thing for his people. Despite all he'd done and all he intended. I did almost believe him. Almost.

I gave a single shake of my head.

He slumped back in his chair. "Fine" he said with a weary shrug. "Make me your villain."

[phonopsyche]

what do you see in your dreams, ophelia alina ariane?

(process under the cut)

[aleksanderscult]

Alina to her friends after killing the Darkling:

[nicollekidman]

the angle they’ve taken on the darkling this season is SO fun for me like swanning around with his big cape, dying of consumption, crying over his mommy issues, and wailing over pictures of his eternal companion who’s run off to kiss the most boring human ever made…. hasn’t said one wrong thing to her so far but he’s doing it in the most extra dramatic way so alina is like 🙄 we can’t get into all of that or i’ll have to look inward which i can’t do right now bc i’m addicted to not thinking about the future 🙄 stop doing crime 🙄 guess you shouldn’t have lied to be and then we’d be holding hands like in your fanart but no 🙄

meanwhile the crows are following kaz through a psychosexual rube goldberg machine to distract from the fact that they all want to fuck each other. and it’s not working.

[thecrxwclub]

grishaverse social media : privtwt accounts

[goneadrift]

"Who's afraid of little old me?" — Well, you should be

You don't get to tell me you feel bad

Isn't that what they all said? <…> That I'm fearsome and I'm wretched and I'm wrong

Then say they didn't do it to hurt me But what if they did? <…> And you hurt me And you taught me

[thechaoticrow]

the parallels between alina asking mal, “you with me?” and him replying, “always” and katniss’ “stay with me” to peeta’s “always” in the hunger games. katniss and alina, two girls that have lost (in some way) both parents, had to fend for themselves, plucked from the masses and forced into something so much bigger than themselves at such a young age. still children and having altars erected to them, being the capitol’s idol, meanwhile fighting off a terrifying fascist and being expected to save the nation with nobody to save them. both of them not knowing the meaning and the finality that “always”, spoken so quietly and passingly, would one day come to have.

peeta and mal, two boys that would do anything for their girls, kids themselves but ultimately used by a dictator to manipulate the ones they love, to force katniss and alina into doing their bidding by way of threatening/ causing harm on these ones they hold dear. two boys who unlearn corrupt things taught to them. peeta, who refuses to let himself be a weapon. mal, who takes power in allowing himself to be a weapon wielded in alina’s hand. katniss and peeta. alina and mal. you with me? “always”