#Ivan Zakharov

[thcrns]

linked in the source is an in progress gif pack (#150) of mark eydelshteyn as ivan "vanya" zakharov in anora (2024). these gifs were made from scratch by me so please don’t claim as your own, and read my rules before saving/using!! do not use to rp as mark himself, or to portray a minor. please give credit where credit is due, and give this post a like and/or reblog if you plan on saving/using!

keep in mind mark eydelshteyn is a white (russian) man born in 2002 (22) and was around 21 when the movie was filmed.

TW: smoking/vaping, partial nudity, suggestive content, flashing lights, drinking

DO NOT USE THESE FOR HARRY POTTER RPS/FANCASTS

NOTE: this gif pack will be updated as i continue working my way through the movie, i just wanted to get the link out there asap!

[ashen-char]

ivan zakharov count your days buddy

[slickdickwitchbitchh]

the fact that no one is writing for ivan/mark eydelshteyn is CRIMINAL

look how cute he is!! also it might be my lizard brain but imagine toxic!ivan ugh (we all saw how he acted in the mv)

[blank-potato]

Addicted to You

Pairing: Ivan (Vanya) Zakharov x Reader

Warnings: 18+ Explicit Content

Summary: You’re a little delusional, a little self-aware, but nevertheless, you’re hopelessly in love with him.

A/N: Written because I, too, would fall for Vanya. Plus, it's been a couple of weeks since I saw Anora, and he's still in my head

🎮🎮🎮

He mumbles under his breath in Russian as he focuses intently on his game, his fingers moving with practiced precision over the controller.

It amazes you how watching him play his game could be so captivating. The way his brows furrowed in concentration, the slight smirk that appeared when he was winning, the effortless confidence in every move he made.

Now all you wanted was to be by his side, to stay close, to exist in his space like you belonged there.

Not to mention what he’d treat you to when he’d win his games.

“Can I get…prize from you?” He'd nod to the space between his thighs, and immediately, you would make yourself right at home. He'd play his next round, still focusing on his game as you'd sit there; your mouth full of his cock, petting your hair every once and a while.

You could tell he liked the validation. He liked having you on his arm, having you all over him, a silent trophy that fed his ego.

You guys had met at his New Year’s party. You weren’t even supposed to be there; a friend of his had dragged you along, but you were so glad they did. That night, Vanya had accidentally bumped into you, nearly knocking the drink out of your hand.

“So sorry, I didn’t…” he trailed off, eyes locking onto yours with an amused smirk. “I’m Ivan, you can call me Vanya.”

“Nice to meet you, Vanya.”

By the end of that night, you were in his bed. His hands exploring your body like it belonged to him as you bent over his dresser.

You should have left when you woke up in his bed in the morning, but he pulled you back in, and you knew you couldn’t leave. 

“We need to… wake up...” He says absent-mindedly as he scrolls through notifications.

“Give me a minute,” you murmured, kissing his neck as he focused on his phone. You noticed his smirk, whether it was for you or whatever it was on his phone, you didn’t know, but you didn’t care. It felt too good being in his arms. 

It wasn’t just the lifestyle, though that, in itself, could be addictive. It was wake up, spend money, do copious amounts of cocaine, and party. The whole world was his playground, a never-ending cycle of excess.

But it was also the quiet moments when he was lost in thought, telling you some funny story, drumming his fingers against a glass of whiskey or scrolling mindlessly through his phone, there was an air of peace. Like you were the only one that could see him like this, like you were special.

And when he’d be fucking you like an overexcited jackrabbit, fast and eager, you found it so endearing. The way he’d tense up and moan when his orgasm would sneak up on him, how he would hold onto your chest when you’d ride him, the marks he’d leave on your thighs when he’d eat you out. It was hard not to be addicted. 

He was childish, to say the least, always restless, always playing around with people like they were pieces on a board, teasing wait staff as if one word from him couldn’t cost them their job. Everything to him was a game, a source of fleeting amusement. And you were no different.

But you were just happy to be along for the ride, caught up in the rush of his world, where consequences barely seemed to exist. Sometimes you even felt like you could be something more… He did nothing to dissuade you of that—introducing you as his girlfriend to his friends, taking you around like you were the most precious thing in the world.

He made you feel special, like you belonged right there by his side, and maybe, just maybe, you did.

You'd sit in your favourite seat, his lap, watching him half-heartedly engage in conversation, his fingers idly tracing circles on your thigh, his other hand nursing a drink he barely sips.

And when you'd get mad at him for ignoring you all it took was him whispering, “Solnyshko…(Honey)” into your ear, his voice low and teasing, and you were melting against him as you milk his third orgasm of the day out of him.

So it’s safe to say that he doesn’t take kindly to you saying no to him. He pouts, sighs dramatically, and whines about it like a spoiled prince.

As you lie in bed with him, he proposes the idea that you two jet off to Vegas, and you say, “I can’t.”

The look on his face when you say no is downright tragic, like you just kicked his puppy. He pouts, shifting onto his side to face you, his fingers lazily tracing patterns on your arm.

“I don’t think I can just drop everything and go to Vegas with you for a week.”

“But I want you to.”

“I have a job.”

“Then quit,” he says nonchalantly. You know he’s joking—or at least, you hope he is—but still, you’ve already taken too many days off, and your boss would definitely kill you if you disappeared for a full week to go gallivanting with him.

“I’ll pay,” he offers, leaning closer, voice all honeyed persuasion.

“That’s not the point.”

He exhales, exasperated. “I don’t want to go without you.”

His arms wrap around you, and you find yourself losing to your desires yet again.

“Ya by ne khotela, chtoby mne prishlos' iskat' kogo-to drugogo dlya razvlecheniy (I wouldn’t want to have to find someone else to have fun with).”

Your heart drops; his voice may have been sweet, but the implication made you feel cold. Would he really replace you so easily? Would he find someone else to whisk away if you said no?

“Take the week off. If the boss says no, quit. I’ll take care of you.”

“Vanya…”

“Yes?” he hums, pressing soft kisses all over your face, his lips trailing over your cheeks, your nose, the corner of your mouth.

“Vanya!” you protest, giggling as his hands move, sneaky and relentless, to tickle your sides. You knew he was just trying to distract you, to make you forget your hesitations and make you say yes.

“Come with me.”

You sigh, already feeling your resolve slipping. And who are you kidding? He had you the moment he even brought the idea up; he knew it, too.

You were hopelessly, completely his.

“Guess we’re going to Vegas.”

Masterlist

[anneeeboleyn]

why is anora the least developed character in the film called anora?

who is she? what are motivations? what are her interests? why is she so desperate to stay married to vanya? why does she even love vanya? why does she think vanya's orthodox parents will accept her when the only reason he married her was to piss them off? what was her life like before vanya?

we just do not know.

[slcpe]

Anora (2024) dir. Sean Baker

[lafiametta]

another little thing i noticed is how ani doesn't freely speak russian until after she and ivan are married. and when she introduces herself to his mom, she does so in russian (and uses the name anora, not ani). I find it interesting how she seems to have compartmentalized herself almost and how anora/her russian self is sort of her true self in a way. idk if that makes sense. and i can see her speaking russian with igor in quiet, vulnerable moments later down the line

Ani's Russian identity — and the ways that she variously picks it up and discards it — is such an interesting aspect of the movie. Her passport says “Anora Mikheeva,” her boss refers to her as “Russian Ani,” and she knows enough to Russian to understand what Toros, Garnik, and Igor are saying to each other, but she also seems to reject that identity (“it's Ani,” “I go by Ani”) just as she rejects Igor's old-world idea that names themselves have meaning — as opposed to Americanized nicknames that we can use to recreate ourselves whenever we want. The only times we hear her speak Russian are to Ivan (at the club, when they meet; on the couch, when they're talking about his family; and in the SUV, after the courtroom scene) and to his mother, when they meet in the airport waiting room. In all these cases, she's using Russian, a language she feels self-conscious speaking, in order to please Ivan or to impress his mother. (When they first meet, he praises how well she speaks, but on the couch he mocks it a little, and his mother can't bother to contain her disdain. In a way his mother is rejecting Ani's less-than-successful attempt at reclaiming her Russian identity — along with rejecting her as a sex worker, of course — whereas Igor encourages her to embrace it: “I like Anora more than Ani.”)

But, yeah, I think Igor has picked up on the Russian Anora/American Ani dichotomy fairly quickly because he can tell she understands him when he's speaking and he heard her speaking Russian to Ivan in the SUV. Language was something that connected Ani and Ivan (her Russian was why Jimmy came looking for her in he first place), but it's also something that connects Ani and Igor. If he's feeling shaky about his English, he can switch and speak to her in Russian — as he does in the living room when they're watching TV — and know she'll understand. He wants to remind her that her Russian name is something worth holding onto, because she is “light” and “bright,” as her name describes, at least to him. (And he's a warrior, a strong and protective figure, not a weirdo fucking piece of shit.)

But, oh man, the two of them speaking Russian to each other in some quiet, vulnerable moment? I need it like I need air to breathe.

[justa-personn]

watching ani and vanya have sex in anora was so difficult because they’re both so hot and i didn’t know who to look at so thank god the marriage didn’t last

[hyyhlizzie]

i’m late to the game i know, i’ll watch anora this weekend but i’m already in love with this fine man right here…

[olvanne]

What had seemed like a somewhat light-hearted search for Vanya was much deeper for Anora - it was an almost desperate longing to prove that she was more than simply a sex object, by proving Vanya truly loved her and would choose to stay with her.

- one reddit user’s interpretation

[themidnightsequence]

⭒ new post: anora review ⭒

A young woman's fractured fairytale in a coming-of-age story of longing and self-acceptance.

lmk your thoughts <3

[thcrns]

+ 210 gifs have been added to the completed gif pack linked in the source of mark eydelshteyn as ivan "vanya" zakharov in anora (2024), leaving the final count at #360. these gifs were made from scratch by me so please don’t claim as your own, and read my rules before saving/using!! do not use to rp as mark himself, or to portray a minor. please give credit where credit is due, and give this post a like and/or reblog if you plan on saving/using!

keep in mind mark eydelshteyn is a white (russian) man born in 2002 (22) and was around 21 when the movie was filmed.

TW: smoking/vaping, partial nudity, suggestive content, flashing lights, drinking, kissing

DO NOT USE THESE FOR HARRY POTTER RPS/FANCASTS

[ashen-char]

I'm obsessed with the idea of ani joining in the conversations about partners and bringing reader up like "they never let me cook! which is sweet but i want to cook too!" or "they drool a lot when they sleep!" in a innocent way not thinking much about the fact the other girls are talking about their partners and she just started yapping about reader like they're together.

I just know the fact she always brings reader up in partner conversations makes them even more confused when ani drops the information she's married and it's NOT with reader, like they're happy for her but 'what does she mean she's not with reader??' Yes, they tease her and joke about it but they fr think there's something going on with those two.

reader likes to sit close to anora when she's playing, they're reading a book or doing something job/studies related, stuff like that. They just like being around her either they have her attention or not, they just feel this comfortable aura coming from anora whenever she's close, she's home. You'll giggle about her getting mad at villagers and then ani looks at you annoyed because 'you're suppose to be on my side!' and you're like 'sorry, got to a funny part on the book...' and you're reading the saddest and most tragic book ever.

I think later on reader introduces ani to one or two more violent games where she can kick people's asses! probably Mortal Kombat, she'll definitely play this type of games when a client/her boss pissed her off badly on that particular day and she needs to punch someone to calm down, even if it's on a video game it helps her a lot! But she likes more the cozy games like animal crossing, stardew valley, even the sims (her favourite is the sims 2 because of all the attention to detail the game has).

You once tried to make her play an horror game (resident evil, until dawn, silent hill, amnesia) and she tried it, she really did but after some time she was like 'nop! I'm done! put my animal crossing NOW!'

About ivan, like I said his parents are to blame for a big part of who he is today but he's 21 already and that's old enough to at least KNOW not to leave your wife alone when she's fighting for a future with you against 3 MEN DOUBLE HER SIZE! like if you care about her and her safety you either runaway with her or you stay there with her! That scene is what makes me think that anora cares about him but he doesn't care about her or at least not as much, you know?

YES! There's nothing wrong with wanting to have fun and be free, you don't have to be serious all the time like life's too short for that shit, but the fact he doesn't take anything serious, never thinks before doing a joke or just the way he treats people bellow him (maybe besides anora) lacks sense, maybe even empathy, like why yell as a joke at this staff member who's apologising already for not having the room ready because 1. THEY DIDN'T KNOW YOU WERE COMING! and 2.BECAUSE IT WAS BEING USED!! it's a terrible joke, it can make that poor person lose their job if their superior happens to walk by, it lacks touch with reality too!

On the coke scene: if he had taken too much coke, mixed with the alchool and probably other drugs that shit could lead to his death or a coma! toros and garnick aren't stupid, they very likely know that ivan is using drugs and shit like that but if they don't know how much he has done/where he is how are they suppose to help him if it goes wrong? they are there to keep him alive, to keep him in line too, but mostly to keep his ass alive! You don't have to be serious 100% of your time but you also can't be 100% of your time acting like this petulant kid. ivan strikes me as someone who doesn't want to be treated like a kid and wants to be free but he hasn't shown any sense of responsibility to be able to take care of himself alone, like he can still have a kid spirit and be responsible AND sensible towards other people.

Oh i don't think he would even bother to ask anora about her past because like you pointed out he only calls her ani, she only started existing when ani did too. if ani did try to talk to him about it, open up about her past and stuff he wouldn't pay much attention, too distracted playing video games or on his phone. He would be like one of her friends boyfriends she heard so many complains about, you know?

it's a cute assumption but now I'm a little disgusted with it because of what I know... so embarrassing to me! i think with ivan she tried to keep it as much fairytale-ish as she could so she also tried to be a fairytale character, maybe because she felt the need she showed him her true self he would leave, while with igor she didn't want to/felt the need to put up a character, because he wouldn't leave since he understands her struggles.

I do agree that I prefer igor and ani over ivan and ani, like there's somehting more realistic about them, more personal and more 'honest-ish' for lack of a better word to express what I mean. I think ani needs someone a little more serious and responsible than ivan but also someone who can be carefree and I think if we had more time we could see igor being carefree around ani.

Anora only deserves the best and whatever or whoever that is I hope she's happy and at peace!

HELLO I DIDN'T MEAN TO LEAVE THIS ASK FOR SO LONG it kept cutting off when i tried to answer on mobile (which i was restricted to at the hospital) and eventually i decided to leave it until after i actually watched anora and had more formed thoughts!

ani's got a good rapport with the girls at HQ (barring diamond obviously). with how they flocked to see the fight, i bet they're pretty nosy too, listening intently to pick up on clues of if reader and ani are together. they'd have bets on it. lulu (who's basically the captain of the reader x ani ship) would scoff if anyone said reader's just ani's best friend, offended because obviously she is ani's best friend thank you very much.

sometimes when lulu invites ani out after work, ani says that you two have plans, excitedly yapping about how she's planning to decorate your shared sims' house or the ccs she downloaded. and lulu has this knowing look, cause that's so domestic? sweet? calm? not something ani would find fun if you weren't the one showing it too her. like, lulu finds ani in their backstage/changing room area on her switch, doing her daily fruit foraging in her ACNH island, probably cussing out tom nook for upping the house fee when she JUST paid the last one off. lulu knows all of ani's smiles and the ones about you/something you showed her are different to her performance smiles, to her flirty customer service. they're even different from when she's bragging about what a catch ivan is, about his mansion or how much he likes her.

how much he likes her. never the other way around. any other girl would be half in love with how vanya splashes out his time, attention, and cash. even if ani hasn't realised it herself, it's because her heart's already occupied with reader. imagine ani being away for that first week, apologising over and over to reader cause they already made plans while you just tell her it's ok. and then the next two weeks of their marriage, ani was happy and swept up in the excitement but also... restless? missing you? she busied herself with polishing up her russian, in the lavish new wardrobe and new life. in the dark of night wondering when it'll make her as happy as a simple day with you.

ivan's actually pretty interesting now that all the clips have context. he didn't run to not be caught, but more so to take in all the fun he could before he was whisked back - hitting up all the clubs, getting so drunk he wouldn't worry anymore. he didn't even plan to leave ani, fully wanted her to run with him. it was more... "consequences? what are those? boringgg". didn't wanna talk about his family, didn't wanna hear a word of reprimand from his parents, considers anything that isn't having fun as unnecessary. and especially him thanking ani for making his last trip fun as if he didn't ask her to MARRY him, when she was sceptical in the first place and told him not to tease her! she made sure he was sincere multiple times and he strung her along, pure and simple, knowing his parents wouldn't let that happen. knowing that he wouldn't actually fight his parents for it/for them.

gonna write some thoughts on ivan on another post this is getting too long and tbh i was more focused on anora :P (basically he's all about freedom and even argues back when they make a comment about him possibly marrying a man). the marriage was a fantasy to him, as is america, it's a freedom he won't actually pursue at the end of the day. not when being under his parents' thumb is easier. him being treated like a child is actually a privilege. ani's only two years older and knows so much more of responsibilities, of what it takes to earn and own things, of consequences. all vanya has to do is simper and follow his mom, childishly asking if her clothes are from the new collection rather than listening to her beratement.

i feel like if the marriage didn't collapse because of his parents, it'd be whenever ani decides she's had enough of the partying or the smoking and watching him play games. he asks about her parents, and she even offers to let them meet or go meet her sister. she wants to go to disneyworld for their honeymoon. but vanya would be the same vanya. show up drunk and blazed, embarrassing her in front of her mom and stepdad (while she covers his ass and lies "oh i swear he's not always like this, he's just tired"). ruining her childhood dream by letting his friends crash their honeymoon and trash the cinderella suite. she'd realise that this isn't perfect, that it isn't sustainable. it's fun, yes, ivan was right that they'd probably still have fun together if he wasn't rich. but imagine them going through the paperwork of getting that green card, of her trying to make him take it seriously so he can stay. applying, appointments, providing papers and proof... vanya would groan and act like ani's dragging him to do this. and he'd offer ani hits from his bong like he did to klara, never thinking about if something's the right time.

to contrast a relationship where ani would have to be the mature one, ani is notably different with igor (obviously). even if not romantically, having someone there that she can freely bitch at, let out her tension on, that accepts her moods must feel freeing. all these masks she puts on, be that at the club, or the perfect wife for vanya/his family. she's got her barbs, she's allowed to be prickly and abrasive and say whatever comes to her head. igor will laugh it off. she softened near the end (not the end end, i'm sure there's a lot of thoughts on that) when she brought him that blanket. wordlessly sharing blunts or taking the cig from his mouth, smiling when he laughs at a joke she slung to hurt his feelings. he doesn't just take it either. he asks why she says these things about him, asserts that he isn't (a gopnik, a f-slur ass bitch, a drug dealer, a rapist etc), but doesn't get mad at her for it. when toros or galina says "no, that didn't happen", it's to shut ani up, to not listen, to prove that she doesn't have a say/doesn't have power in the situation. when igor says it, it's on equal grounds-that he had to because he was genuinely scared about ani and that he didn't want her to hurt herself. AND after apologising multiple times, rather than jumping to "i didn't hurt you". it was "you were never in danger of being harmed".

[slickdickwitchbitchh]

Ivan Zakharov sucked as a person, sure. But Jesus he was hot!! We have never been shy about writing for toxic men in this God forsaken website! I can imagine hundreds of plots for him (enemies to lovers; I can fix him; I can make him worse; arranged marriage…), but I unfortunately cannot write to save my life.

this!!! he has so much fic potential it’s insane. I’m also surprised that there aren’t many fics about Anora or Igor on this app. Maybe because Anora isn’t streaming yet idk, but Vanya stole the show for me.

[blank-potato]

Good Boy

Pairing: Ivan (Vanya) Zakharov x Reader

Warnings: 18+ Explicit Content, orgasm control, praise kink, mommy kink

Summary:

“I’ll stop if you’re good for me. Can you be good for me?” Vanya nods, his messy hair flopping against his forehead. You grab his face, his eyes meeting yours in desperation.  “I want to hear you say it.” “I’ll be good.” Or You make Vanya your good boy.

A/N: I'm sorry for this one also he just seems like he'd have a mommy kink

☆☆☆

Vanya was such a baby.

He was so used to getting what he wanted, when he wanted, how he wanted, even when it came to sex. 

Whenever the two of you had sex, he finished quite quickly, more often than not and was far too impatient. He needed guidance not to finish until you were satisfied. 

You sit on his lap, kissing him like you’re trying to steal his oxygen as his hands roam over your thighs.

“So pretty for me,” he says when he pulls away, a lazy grin on his face. 

Fingers find your shirt, and you can tell he's trying to take it off. But as if you would make it so easy for him, you take his hands away, placing them on your hips instead.

"Not yet."

Telling him to be patient as he looks up at you from the position you've taken on his lap, his breath uneven, eyes dark with want. His eyebrows furrow in confusion, but you silence him with three words, “Grind against me.”

He didn’t need to be told twice.

Groans and grunts vibrate against your neck as he ruts against you, his grip tightening, arms completely encircling your waist as he leverages his position to grind against you harder.

You feel the outline of his cock pressing against you, the heat of it searing through the layers of fabric between you. His need to be inside you, to finally have what he's been aching for, is written all over his face. The pathetic whimper he lets out when you get off his lap is delicious.

“So… cruel,” he breathes out as he reaches for you.

His face is flushed with heat, his chest rising and falling with heavy breaths, the tent in his pants unmistakable. He reaches for you, desperation in his touch, but you pull back just slightly, teasing, internally groaning at your own persistence in teaching him a lesson.

Clearly, he’s struggling, his body tense, his fingers twitching with the need to grab you, to take what he wants. Finally you pity him and free his dick from his trousers. The sight of him is perfect, his dick is red and desperate, aching to be touched.

“Please…”

You lean down licking long strip form the base of his cock to the tip, relishing in how he shivers at your touch.

“Do you deserve it?”

“Yes, yes please…”, he begs and you start working his cock up to full hardness in a matter of seconds. Your touch is like a drug to him, one he simply couldn’t get enough of. 

It isn't even a minute before you think he's about to orgasm; he had all his usual tell-tale signs. The heavy breathing, how his abs contract and relax, the way his toes curl up and shake. But before he can finish… a painful dry orgasm rushes through him as you squeeze the base of his cock.

“Baby, w-what–?”

 His expression of pleasure turns to disappointment and frustration.  You take delight in it, in finally putting him in his place. You reach into the bedside table, lubing up a cock ring and slipping it onto his quivering dick, admiring how pretty it looks. 

Sighing contentedly, you start to jerk him off faster, the groan he lets out sending flutters through your body. He moans uncontrollably before he throws his head back against the headboard.

“Hey, I'm done, I can't…”

His protests fall on deaf ears, as you’re laser-focused on denying his orgasm again. You wanted to see the look on his face when he couldn't get something he wanted, no–needed. 

He needed to learn to be appreciative, to value the pleasure that you can give. 

You find yourself smiling, watching as his head lolled to the side after another dry orgasm hit him like a runaway train.

His feet kicking out and his hips raising, almost trying to buck you off, not that you would relent.

“Two? That quickly? It’s worse than I thought.”

His lips are agape as he takes in deep breaths to recover from the orgasm you denied him earlier. He was shaken to his core; he would cry if you wanted him to.

“Please, no more…”

“I’ll stop if you’re good for me. Can you be good for me?”

Vanya nods, his messy hair flopping against his forehead. You grab his face, his eyes meeting yours in desperation. 

“I want to hear you say it.”

“I’ll be good.”

You straddle him and take your time in taking off your clothes. His eyes light up at finally being able to see you in all your naked glory. Vanya had never hidden how much he loved your body, how he loved to ogle you and touch you.

You lower yourself on his cock until you bottom out, savouring each panted out swear and whimper. His cock is already twitching inside of you before you even start to move. His hands move to your hips, not to move you but just to feel you there. Maybe to distract from the frustrating sensation of being on the brink of orgasm.

You bounce up and down, his gaze glued to your body, each movement bringing him closer and closer until he lets out something high-pitched and his back arches off the bed. 

Another denied orgasm has him drooling by the time his body falls back to the bed. You don’t let up, your hips meeting his at a dizzying pace. 

“Mommy.”

The sound of that makes you stutter in your movements, his voice was sweet and soft, and it hits you right where you're sensitive. You run your fingers through his hair, brushing it out of his face before caressing his cheek, your touch soft and lingering, the warmth of your hand making his breath hitch slightly.

His face, his beautiful, beautiful face cupped in your hands, his cheeks a flushed shade of red, glassy eyes filled with desperation. Begging you to let him get what he wants, begging you for release. You kiss him softly, his soft lips weak with longing. The kiss deepens, shaky, as if he's barely holding himself together before you pull away.

“Mommy… Mne ochen' zhal' (I’m sorry).”

The well of your own desire deepens with each word from him. He just wanted to please you, and you were more than happy to let him. 

“Ya ne mogu prodolzhat', mne eto neobkhodimo (I can’t go on, I need it).”

“Not yet. I need you to wait for me, and I know you can,” you say, your voice steady and commanding, taking control of the moment.

“You wouldn't want to disappoint me, would you?”

“Want to... want to…” Vanya stammers, his eyes flickering with a mix of longing and hesitation.

“Finish your sentence, Vanya.”

The challenge in your tone is clear, urging him to reveal what he's been holding back. 

“Ya khochu byt' khoroshim dlya tebya (Want to be good for you).”

Satisfied that you’ve finally broken him, you lift yourself off of him and take off the cock ring before lowering yourself down on him. You don’t get all the way down before you see Vanya hit his limit. 

Angelic, tears stream from Vanya's eyes as he empties his load inside of you.

His eyes flutter shut, and he sees nothing but white for the next few moments, finally being able to enter that blissful haze. To revel in the ecstasy he had been chasing.

Blurry vision is all he can see until he opens his eyes to the sight of you still on top of him, like a fallen angel sent to consume him whole.

“Fuck.”

Before he can say anything else, the rest of his body catches up to his brain, noticing that you're still moving, pushing him into overstimulation.

He lets out a moan like nothing else you've heard from him. It's pathetic and desperate.

For him, everything was so sensitive, like his nerves had been set alight by you. The sound of your bodies moving against one another was a rhythm only the two of you could create.

You keep going, lifting yourself up and down with impressive speed.

The strangled noise that he makes is so unfamiliar to himself that he questions whether he was the one who made it. 

“ Slishkom mnogo, slishkom mnogo! Ya ne mogu, detka, ya ne mogu! (Too much, too much! I can't, baby, I can't!)”

You rock yourself on his shaft like your life depends on it, you wanted him to never forget this night. You wanted him to wake up hard in the morning thinking about what the two of you did. His babbles become incoherent, his desperate pleas slipping from English into Russian. His sentences are half-finished and slurred, breaking apart between moans as you bounce up and down on him, reducing him to nothing but gasps and groans.

Wrapping your hand around his throat, not enough to choke him but enough to remind him who’s in control, you feel his breath hitch beneath your palm.

“Mommy!” he gasps, his voice breaking with desperation, his body tensing beneath you as he completely gives in.

That was something you could get used to.

“I want to touch you. Mne mozhno? (Am I allowed?)”

“You can,” puff out as you lie on your back. He scrambles over to you, and you get to watch as he crawls over you, kissing your neck and making his way down your body. He treated you like you were something to be worshipped, his lips moved slowly, reverently, leaving a trail of warmth in their wake.

The aftershocks of his orgasm still ripple through him, his breath shaky, his limbs weak and trembling. But even in his dazed state, he’s determined to please you, to show you that no matter how spent he is, he’s still your good boy.

"So pretty," you say to him, and you see him almost laugh at the role reversal.

Blue eyes meet yours from between your thighs, soft and intense, taking you in as you continue to shower him with praise. His lips curl into a knowing smile, a mixture of amusement and something deeper flickering in his gaze. 

“So good, so perfect, so…”

Midway through your praise, you noticed how his hips started to grind against the bed. You had to give him credit, he may finish fast, but his refractory period was like no other.

“You like being my good boy, don’t you?”

And your question is answered by his appreciative moans, which leave his mouth and send vibrations through you. Brown curls tickle your stomach as he continues putting his all into making you feel good, like it was all he was made for.

You run your fingers through his hair and pull him closer, tightening your thighs around his head.

You lock your legs around his head as he grabs a handful of your ass. You squeal at the long, enthusiastic licks at your pussy, matching the roll of your hips against his face.

He eats you out until his jaw hurts and you're satisfied, but he’s happy to do it.  After all, he's your good boy.

Masterlist

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lana del rey - go-go dancer

katie drought was so insane i jumped ship to mikey madison and it turns out she's not on social media too so i'm just in another fandom where i have to live off of crumbs </3

god forbid a girl can have her emotional support actress